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II
No-one had told Grace how boring being a Princess was. Maybe if they had, she would have ghosted Thomas after the first date. Yesterday, a four hour lunch with the President of Malta, a man who made sandpaper seem interesting in comparison. Today, a trip to open the brand new town hall in Hull. It was February, freezing, and she'd spent what felt like hours listening to the mayor blather on about Hull. She was sat on one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs that feel like they could collapse at any moment, Thomas to her left, and the MP for Hull on her right. Her outfit was not adequately protecting her from the chilly wind, but she looked stunning, as always, in her navy blue coat, black jumper, grey skirt and tights. Unfathomably bored, her mind started to drift to the events of that morning.
---
"Oh fuck, hurry up, I'm about to explode," Grace moaned, as Thomas continued to thrust inside her. She lay on the bed, knees against her chest, and stomach bulging, barely able to contain herself whilst Thomas's cock continued to flirt with her dangerously full bladder.
Grace had woken up bursting for the toilet, as always. Thomas had woken up horny, as always. Her trip to the bathroom was initially delayed by cuddles and kisses from Thomas. "I'm so desperate for a wee," she whispered in his ear, feeling his penis stiffen against her bum instantly. When she wet herself at Windsor Castle, now five months ago, she discovered that the Prince of England had a massive piss fetish. And truth being told, she found that she quite enjoyed it as well, the feeling of desperation, the risk of wetting, and the eventual orgasmic relief.
As Thomas neared his climax, he massaged Grace's clitoris, almost pushing her over the edge. A hot jet of piss leaked out and soaked his penis, sending him into ecstasy. Both groaned uncontrollably as Thomas filled her. He collapsed on the bed, and Grace, unable to hold it any more, straddled his chest, and relieved herself. The Prince almost came again as he felt Grace's hot urine cover his chest. She moved her whole body back, making sure to cover his entire body in piss, before sitting on top of his tired dick, and finishing the job, orgasming again as she did so.
"You're so fucking amazing," he panted breathlessly, as Grace's stream died down.
---
Grace smiled at Thomas, sat next to her. She could tell he was pretending to be interested in what the mayor of Hull had to say, nodding in all the right places. Six hours ago, he was covered in her piss. Grace couldn't help but let a smile escape - the Prince was kinky as fuck, and no one else in the world knew. They probably all thought they were both still virgins. How wrong they were. A particularly cold breeze hit Grace, and with it, reminding her that it had been a long time since she'd used the toilet. She remembered Prince Florence's words "Princesses don't pee." She was right, she found that opportunities to use the loo were few and far between during any royal engagement, so it felt like she spent half her life dying for a wee. She also found that she was always being offered cups of tea, which other members of the Royal Family had always encouraged her to take, as to not appear rude. She'd peed on the train before they got out at Hull, but that was three hours ago now. Or rather two large cups of tea ago and most of her water bottle ago. She'd meant to pee before she went on stage, but their security guards had informed them that they were already running late and so she wouldn't have time. To be honest, there was something she found a bit sexy about being told when she can and can't urinate by a six foot five security guard, but on this occasion, she was frustrated by the lack of opportunity to piss. She crossed her legs, and hoped that the mayor would finish his spiel soon.
How wrong she was. The mayor continued to ramble on and on, with Grace getting increasingly more desperate to go. The cups of tea now rested very uncomfortably in her bladder, and she yearned to run off the stage, find the toilet, rip her panties and tights off, and let go. Yet she was also very aware that there were cameras everywhere, and she couldn't make her desperation too obvious. The Daily Mail had already got three articles out of a speech she'd done a few weeks ago where she kept shaking and looking towards the door. Their 'body language' expert had concluded that Grace didn't have the confidence to be a Princess, when in reality, she had just been absolutely busting for the loo. A round of applause erupted. Finally, Grace thought. She adjusted her skirt, bracing herself to stand up and feel gravity pull her bladder towards the floor. However her joy was short lived as a short, curly haired woman took to the podium.
"And now, please welcome the Hull Youth Orchestra," the MP for Hull introduced.
"I didn't know about this," she hissed at Thomas. He meekly mouthed sorry in response.
Grace inwardly sighed. The situation was getting desperate, not helped by the freezing weather. As the orchestra clattered into a shambolic rendition of the Indiana Jones theme, Grace wondered if her relationship with Thomas was worth it. She squirmed in her seat, and crossed her legs slightly tighter. Her brain had been tricked into thinking she was moments away from being able to urinate, and now the urges felt twice as bad.
"Are you okay?' Thomas whispered, noticing her discomfort.
"I'm dying for a wee," Grace replied, knowing that his cock was going to be rock hard after that admission. "Like properly bursting," she added. She probably shouldn't have said that. Giving a prominent member of the Royal Family a boner during a performance by a Youth Orchestra wasn't the smartest idea. Thomas took a moment to watch his girlfriend wriggling uncontrollably in her seat, before remembering where he was, and sympathetically smiling instead.
It was during Star Wars that things started to turn. As the orchestra butchered another John Williams classic, Grace gasped as she felt a spurt of pee dampen her previously pristine panties. Her bladder was full to capacity, and begged to be emptied. Grace knew she couldn't hold it, trying to remain calm as another bit of wee escaped her aching urethra. FUCK FUCK FUCK! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING, Grace thought to herself. I can't be about to wet myself... in fucking Hull of all places. She had no choice. Standing up, she felt more pee escape her body. Praying that there wasn't a wet patch on her skirt, she walked off the stage as naturally as her bursting bladder allowed her to. The performance of the orchestra collapsed even more as the conductor and a few of the trumpeters looked round to see what was going on. Now inside the town hall and out of sight, she clutched her crotch, and picked up the pace. The desperation was overwhelming, every step threatened to detonate her bladder which felt as though it was about the rupture. Her heart raced as she came to the disabled toilets - she'd been told she wasn't allowed to use public toilets any more as it was undignified for other people to hear a princess use the bathroom. Locked. Grace wanted to cry as her resolve began to weaken, as a small stream of piss flowed down her leg. She somehow managed to stem the flow, but she knew she didn't have long left. The women's toilets were opposite. This was her only option. Well, other than wetting herself. As she darted in, she tried to drown out the sound of the pee stream of the woman in the other cubicle. Grace darted into the free cubicle, frantically removing her coat. She danced on the spot as she pulled her tights and knickers down, before...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Grace couldn't help but moan as she relieved the small lake that had been brewing inside her. She forced herself to be quiet as she remembered the girl in the other cubicle, but her eyes rolled back heavenward whilst her bladder slowly deflated. She'd never done such a forceful pee in her life, accompanied by a tremendous hiss that sounded like someone was frying chicken. After what felt like several minutes, Grace's bladder was emptied. She wiped herself, pulled up her slightly damp panties and tights, and hitched her skirt back down. Trying to avoid eye contact with the girl from the other cubicle, she washed her hands.
"Oh my God, are you..." the girl asked.
"Yeah I am," Grace replied, smiling.
"Hey uh, can I get a picture?" she asked.
Grace looked bemused, she'd not taken a picture inside a women's bathroom since she bumped into some of her old school friends in Klute last year. "Yeah, sure," she nodded.
"Thanks!" she took the selfie. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you were busting for a pee."
Grace blushed, "thank you I appreciate that. Anyway... I'd probably get back. Nice to meet you though!"
As she left the toilets, she checked for a wet patch. Thankfully nothing was visible. Returning to the stage, she couldn't help but think about all the things Thomas was going to do to her when she told him this story. |
III
"Come on Molly, let's go," Harriet cried, exasperated.
"You and your friend need to piss off now, I don't care who the fuck you are," the overly zealous bouncer demanded. It was Tuesday night, and once again, Princess Harriet and her best friend Molly were at Circle, Edinburgh's lowest rated nightclub.
"Yep, I'm trying," Harriet hissed, trying to stop her friend taking a nap on the sticky carpeted floor. "Maybe a little help?"
The bouncer grunted, and together, they lifted Molly off the floor. Within seconds, her and Molly were back on the streets of Edinburgh, freezing and drunk. "Here," Harriet grumpily passed Molly a bottle of water.
It's fair to say the evening hadn't gone quite as planned. This was meant to be the night Harriet finally plucked up the courage to tell Lucy how she felt about her. And she'd come so close, they'd spent all of pre-drinks talking to each other, and they barely left each other's side on the walk to the club. Whilst she hadn't been brave enough to make a move, she definitely picked up a vibe that Lucy was interested too. Between the constant eye contact, the nervous hair touching and the closeness of their dancing together, Harriet sensed that it was only a matter of time before they kissed. It was in the queue for the toilets that things started to go wrong. Her best friend Molly had had too much red wine at pres, and decided to redecorate the wall next to the loos with a considerable amount of claret-coloured vomit. Now she was outside, and Lucy was very much inside. She didn't even get a chance to piss.
"Come on then, let's get you home," Harriet held the hand of her drunk companion, making sure she didn't run off like she sometimes did when drunk.
The walk to Molly's flat was about half an hour away, and Harriet lived a further ten minutes away. But with Molly in the state she was, Harriet sensed that the journey was going to take significantly longer. Bad news for Harriet's bladder. It had been a while since she'd used the loo, she did a safety wee at Lucy's flat before going to the club, but that was two hours ago. She'd been desperate for quite a while, but she held off going because she didn't want to waste a minute in Lucy's company.
"How did it go with Lucy?" Molly asked. Or at least that's what Harriet thought she asked, her slurred speech becoming very difficult to decipher.
"It WAS going really well, thanks," Harriet replied through gritted teeth.
"What happened then?" Molly asked.
"Oh you know, the usual, too scared to actually embrace my own sexuality," Harriet murmured.
"Hey can we sit down again, I don't feel too good," Molly's face matched the colour of her white trousers.
"Urghhh do we have to, I need a wee sooooo badly," Harriet protested.
"Just piss down there," Molly gestured towards an empty alleyway. "I'll keep guard."
Harriet looked around. It was pretty tempting. "First of all, I don't trust you to keep a lookout in your current state, given you've walked into about 12 bollards since we left the club. Secondly, you know I can't do that. All it takes is one person to see me, and suddenly there's a picture of me doing piss on every shit rag newspaper in the country, with some dreadful forced pun like "royal-wee" or something."
Molly nodded, then proceeded to projectile vomit all over the pavement. Harriet tried to be sympathetic, keeping Molly's hair out of the way, and patting her on the back. She couldn't help but shift from foot to foot on the spot, as her bladder continued to protest. After Molly coughed up the last few bits of sick, Harriet passed her the water, and the two continued to walk.
"How far is it? I'm busting for a piss," Molly complained.
"Me too, just another few minutes," Harriet lied.
"Ah fuck that, I'm not waiting that long," Molly protested. Before Harriet could say anything, a dark patch appeared on Molly's crotch, slowly growing and spreading down towards her bum and legs. An explosion of urine crashed against the pavement, and Harriet now had to openly hold herself to stop a similar thing happening to her. "Ahhhhhh it feels so nice," Molly sighed, as the seemingly never stopping stream of piss kept on coming. Harriet squirmed uncontrollably on the spot, bladder ready to explode. Once Molly had finally stopped wetting herself, the two continued their walk, one with a very empty bladder, and one with a bladder full to the brim.
The next ten minutes were torture for Harriet, as the urine sloshed around her dangerously full organ. She'd never needed a wee so badly in her life. She hated being a royal so much. Here she was, in a position that every single girl at university will find themselves in, yet she was forced to wait for an actual toilet for her relief. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd watch her friends urinate in unusual places, whilst she had to just wait there, bursting. She'd seen friends piss behind bins, in bushes, on the hard shoulder, everywhere. She'd felt so bad for her brother's girlfriend, Grace, when she wet herself at dinner, as she knew full well how good your bladder control needs to be to survive in the royal family. After what felt like an age, she was at Molly's door. As she rang the doorbell, she pressed her hand against her crotch, in the name of suppressing the tidal wave inside her. A flatmate who Harriet didn't recognise opened the door.
"Are you..." the flatmate asked.
"Yes. Molly's had quite a bit to drink, so just thought I'd check she got home safely. Can I..." Harriet asked, keeping her legs tightly crossed the entire time.
"Has she pissed herself?" the flatmate asked, looking at the wet patch on Molly's trousers.
"Yes. Please can I use the toilet?" Harriet begged, as she felt a drop of pee leak out.
"I'm really sorry, Simon just got in the bath," the flatmate looked sympathetically at Harriet's obvious predicament. "If you like, I can ask him to get out?"
"No no, it's fine, I'll hold it," Harriet lied. "Sleep well," she kissed Molly on the forehead.
Once the door closed, Harriet wanted to scream. Her bladder was now causing her physical pain, all she could think about was her overwhelming need to urinate. Another spurt leaked out, leaving a spot the size of a 50p coin on the crotch of her light blue jeans. She simply wouldn't make it home. Almost crying from the burning sensation in her urethra, she hobbled towards the park opposite Molly's house. Was she really about to piss in public? She didn't have a choice, as a small trickle of wee started to run down her leg. She practically tore her light blue jeans off, pulled her panties down to her ankles and let the river run out of her. It felt so unnatural, Harriet had never peed anywhere but a toilet in her life before. At first, her bladder refused to yield, leaving Harriet in absolute agony. She finally relaxed enough to urinate, as an unholy amount of piss left her body. Not knowing how to position herself, her ankles and the cuffs of her jeans ended up getting hit by small flecks of wee, not that she cared at all. The relief was so great she wanted to cry, as residual pain in her bladder reminded her how much she'd stretched her limits. Some girls coming home from a night out walked past, but Harriet couldn't stop, not halfway through the greatest piss of all time. She ducked her head, and thankfully, the girls didn't seem to notice who she was.
"Woooooo, yeah you go piss girl!" one of the drunker girls shouted, which made her feel strangely empowered. Harriet wanted to reply, but kept her silence to maintain her anonymity. Eventually, her bladder was empty. Unable to wipe, she pulled her panties and jeans up. Her panties were pretty damp with pee anyway.
---
Harriet awoke, dying for a piss. She'd followed her normal post night out ritual of downing 2 pints of water before bed. It hadn't worked this time, her head still felt fuzzy, but her bladder felt as though it was going to explode. She slept naked, so searched frantically for something she could use to cover herself. An intense wave of desperation told her she didn't have time. Desperately hanging on to her crotch, she checked that the bathroom door was open, before sprinting across the hallway. Locking herself in and throwing her naked arse down on the porcelain seat, she sighed as she released a very full stream of urine. Whilst she had enjoyed her wild wee last night, it felt good to be using a toilet again. As she continued to void the 2 pints of water from her system, she took the opportunity to check her phone. A message from Lucy showed up, sent at 4:12am.
"Hey had loads of fun last night, sorry you had to leave early! Had been looking forward to getting to know you some more 😏"
A second text immediately followed: "omg ignore me I'm drunk sleep well and see you soon xxx"
Harriet smiled. As she crafted a reply, a text came in from Molly.
"hey haz, thanks so much for looking after me last night, can't believe I pissed myself lmao. just saw this on tiktok, thought you'd probably want to see it..."
Intrigued, Harriet clicked the link, watching open mouthed as an influencer in her 20s shared a story that was going to create a massive storm for the Royal Family. |
IV
Mel Lancashire was a big deal. A very big deal. At just 22 years old, she already had 1 million TikTok followers, her own clothing brand, and had just been named on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list. A stunningly beautiful blonde, it seemed only a matter of time before everyone in the country knew her name. And thanks to the traction her most recent TikTok post was getting, that moment was going to come sooner rather than later.
"Good morning guys and girls, hope you're having a great Friday!" Mel's northern voice serenaded Harriet as she opened the post Molly sent. "Boy have I got a story for you... so I was back in Hull yesterday, had a few meetings about a TV show I'm presenting - watch this space! - and I was invited to pop round to the new town hall for a reception with some very famous faces. Anyway, I'd been drinking coffees all morning, and was ABSOLUTELY BUSTING for a wee by the time I got to the hall. Like I was literally shaking I had to pee so badly, my bladder was causing me physical pain." Why the fuck has she sent me this? Harriet thought to herself. "So I waddled to the toilet, basically wetting myself at this point, finally sat my arse down on a toilet and AHHHHHHHHHHH... let me tell you, I have NEVER had moment as enjoyable as that. But then I heard someone else come into the bathroom, they clearly DYING to go. She was breathing really heavily, I could hear her dancing on the spot... and then..." the TikTok cut to a clip, a close up selfie of Mel's face reacting to the woman in the bathroom stall next to her, doing one of the most violent pisses anyone had ever seen. The woman in the video was moaning, and whispering "thank God", clearly massively relieved. "But you will NEVER guess who the mystery pisser was..." the TikTok cut to a selfie of Mel and Grace in the bathrooms, and Harriet audibly gasped.
"O fuck", read Harriet's reply to Molly.
---
Grace couldn't believe it. Yesterday she was in Hull, now she was in Mauritius, drinking margaritas on a secluded beach. They had a full day of business tomorrow, but for now, she just wanted to unwind after the long plane journey. This was nice. It was just her and Thomas, no engagements, no phones, no holding her pee in for longer than necessary. Having said that, she was starting to feel the familiar urge in her bladder, as the margaritas made themselves known. But for now, she was enjoying her book too much.
"Another round," Thomas asked, as Grace finished her second drink.
"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Thomas?" Grace laughed. "Yes please!"
Whilst Thomas was getting the drinks, Grace tried to focus on her book, but her bladder was starting to nag. Frowning, she crossed her legs and put her book down. There were toilets in the hotel bar, but she was in her light blue bikini, and didn't want to put her clothes back on to walk through the lobby. Besides, it seemed like a wasted opportunity for some fun with Thomas. Wanting to make herself a bit more desperate, she downed the rest of her water.
It took Thomas a while to come back with the drinks, so by the time he came back, she really needed a wee. She lay on her towel, shifting about theatrically as he approached, holding two more large margaritas.
"There you are big boy," Grace laughed.
"Oh God, it's gone to her head," Thomas mocked, handing her a margarita.
"Thanks babe," she took the icy margarita from him. "God, I need a wee so so badly."
"Classic Grace," Thomas chuckled. "Sounds like someone needs a tickle."
Grace burst into laughter as Thomas tickled her stomach. "Stop I'm gonna wee all over the towels," she cried, clutching her peehole desperately. "Seriously, I'm bursting." Eventually Thomas relented, but Grace now felt twice as desperate as before. She took another sip, as Thomas started kissing her neck, and started moving his hands along her stomach. His fingers meandered their way to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, before sliding their way underneath the fabric. He brushed through her wiry pubic hair, before slowly massaging her vagina. Grace was already wet, her full bladder stimulating her clit. She moaned as Thomas did the same with his middle finger. His cock was rock hard, and almost went off as soon as Grace started rubbing it. She felt as though she was going to explode, and as she came, a long spurt of pee soaked Thomas's fingers. Anxious not to soak the towels, Grace jumped up, startling Thomas. There was no chance of stopping the stream, so she just let it go in her bikini. Urine poured out of her, as her light blue bikini slowly turned a darker shade. Grace moaned as pee ran down both her legs, while Thomas sat there, open mouthed. Once she had finished, she ran into the sea to clean up, very quickly followed by Thomas.
---
The two were back in their hotel room, Grace sat naked on the bed, drying her hair post shower, whilst Thomas was in the bathroom. Her phone rang. It was Chris Thompson, the head of Royal Communications.
"Hello?" Grace asked.
"Hello Miss Harris. We need to fly you back to the UK right away. There's been some developments that you should be aware of..." |
V
Victoria Henley-Brown stood on the hard shoulder on the M4, shivering on what was a particularly grey and miserable March afternoon. Her cameraman was midway through changing a tyre, allowing a stream of expletives to leave his mouth as the wind interfered once more. The beautiful brunette looked around anxiously; she was nervous, understandably as in a few hours, she was supposed to be reporting live on BBC One.
"You know you can give me a hand if you want?" her cameraman moaned at the BBC's newly appointed royal correspondent, stood scrolling Twitter on her phone.
"Sorry hun, but I can't afford to get this coat dirty, it's Burberry," Victoria replied in an accent that had become ten times posher since her promotion.
"Some would say this new job has gone to your head, but I think you're still the same down to earth girl you've always been," the cameraman moaned.
"Oh shut up Ben, jealousy isn't a good look for you," Victoria mocked. "How much longer is this going to take?"
Ben felt the rage consume him, but managed to bite his tongue at the last second.
"We should be good to go in a minute, it's not the easiest job to do by yourself," Ben grunted.
"Good. Can we stop at the next services? I could do with a trip to the ladies," Victoria asked. Ben sighed. "What? Don't blame me, blame the large cappuccino I had at lunch."
Ben put the wrench down, and looked at his watch. "Fine, we just about have enough time. But be quick. No washing your hands."
Victoria scrunched her face up. "You're truly vile, but I love you," she kissed him on the cheek.
Minutes later, they were back up and running, 12 miles away from Reading services. 11 miles away from Reading services, the car started to struggle again, making a loud rumbling noise, before spluttering and conking out completely just as Ben had pulled into the hard shoulder.
"What now," Victoria groaned.
"Don't know, looks like the engines cut out. Of course my fucking car decides to breakdown twice on fucking train strikes day," Ben gripped the steering wheel tightly in frustration. "We should probably get out," he added, as a Ford Fiesta came perilously close to hitting the car.
---
It had been about an hour since the AA were called, and Victoria was starting to get stressed. She was due to be live on BBC One giving an update about the latest royal family developments at 6:05pm. It had just turned 4pm and Waze reckoned they were about an hour and a half away from Buckingham Palace, assuming the traffic didn't get any worse. On top of that, she really needed to find a toilet, a situation not being helped by the freezing wind.
"Urghhhhh I have to pee so badly," Victoria moaned, jiggling on the spot.
"Me too," Ben shifted uncomfortably. After weighing up his situation for a few minutes, Ben decided he couldn't wait any longer. He darted to the grassy patch next to the hard shoulder, unzipped and pulled his cock out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Ben sighed as he urinated, feeling utterly relieved as his bladder deflated. The sound of Ben pissing was almost unbearable for Victoria, who blocked her ears and crossed her legs desperately. "Sorry," he sheepishly apologised when he came back.
"It's so unfair that men can just go wherever they want, when we have to hold it until we find somewhere proper," Victoria cried.
"No one's stopping you. I can make sure no one sees you if you want?" he offered.
Victoria grimaced. She was tempted, as her bladder continued to fill at an alarming rate. But she resisted. Everyone had seen the video of Grace Harris on Twitter, peeing herself and wanking off the Prince on a beach in Mauritius. Sure, she knew she wasn't as high profile as Grace, but she also knew there are lots of voyeuristic creeps out there, and she didn't want to risk being caught pissing by some sick pervert with a smart phone. "I'll hold it," she reluctantly concluded.
It wasn't long before the AA turned up, and Victoria danced around frantically as they fiddled about with the car. She longed to hold herself, or better still, release her pent up urine, but she instead smiled politely, focussing all her energy on not wetting herself. Eventually, the car was fixed and the two were back on the road, one with an empty bladder, and one with a bladder bursting at the seams.
"Thank fuck," Victoria cried, hands fully dug into her crotch now that she was out of public view. "Now let's find those services before I wee all over your car."
Ben's smile dropped. "I'm really sorry Vic, but there's no way we have time to stop. We're only just going to make it on time as it is, and that's assuming there's no more traffic."
Victoria wanted to scream. "I don't think you understand how badly I need to go," her face whitening. "I've literally not peed since I woke up."
Ben widened his eyes in disbelief "nah that's got to be bullshit."
It wasn't. Victoria was renowned in the business for having a bladder of steel. Before her promotion, she'd be sent all over the country, often to places with no easy bathroom access. She'd hold it for hours on end, and she wouldn't even think about it until she sat on the train home. Then it became a game to see how long she could hold it for. Sometimes she'd have to resort to using the train toilets, but most of the time, she'd manage to make it all the way home, before unleashing an unholy amount of urine in the comfort of her own bathroom. However Victoria was drinking much more than usual, as she was trying to battle a sore throat. And now she was on the verge of exploding.
---
The next hour and a half was the longest of Victoria's life. Her bladder felt as though it was going to pop, and poison her body with urine. She'd searched desperately for some sort of container to pee into in the car, but couldn't find anything. "The one time you fucking clean this car..." she moaned at Ben. All her normal inhibitions were out the window, her hands had been jammed into her peehole for most of the ride, in the name of preventing an accident. They were finally in London, but Victoria was starting to panic.
"I don't think I can do this," Victoria cried, her breath shortening.
"Come on, we're nearly there now," Ben tried to sooth his desperate colleague.
"I'm absolutely bursting, this is torture," Victoria clutched her aching peehole.
"You'll be fine," Ben lied. In truth, he didn't know. He had never seen anyone this desperate for the toilet before, and he wasn't convinced that his front seat was going to be dry by the end of the journey. "You can present your piece, then we can find you a toilet."
"I can't believe this is happening. I can barely think about anything else, how the fuck am I supposed to present live TV?" Victoria cried. Her bladder was swollen, and not at all well hidden by her white jumper. The top button was undone on her blue suit trousers, exposing her lacy white panties to Ben. Not that she had another choice though; she was convinced that she'd have already pissed herself if her top button was still digging into her dangerously full organ. It was now 6pm, and within minutes, she'd be reporting live to the country about the dramatic developments in the royal family. She just hoped her bladder could hang on.
The speed bumps on the road up to the palace were hell for Victoria. With every jolt, it felt like 1000 knives were digging into her bladder, and at this point, she had no choice but to hold herself by slipping her hands through the waistband of her panties. One particularly violent speed bump was too much for Victoria, and a hot spurt of pee leaked onto her fingers. Clenching everything, she managed to stem the tide but she knew she didn't have long left. She was in physical pain at this point, to the point she was genuinely worried about whether it was medically safe to hold it this long. The car pulled up to Buckingham Palace, the lighting and microphones already in place. She felt the nerves again, and as she reluctantly took her hands out of her panties, her peehole almost gave up. Using all her might, she held on, but the next challenge was seconds away. As she stood up, she felt the entire weight of her bladder for the first time. The game was almost over, and a long streak of piss running down her legs reminded her how close to exploding she was. Doubling over in pain, she wasn't sure if she'd manage.
"Are you okay?" one of the lighting men asked.
Victoria could barely walk, let alone speak.
"She's just a bit desperate for the loo," Ben answered on her behalf.
"A bit?" Victoria growled. She waddled to her position, risking a flood with every step. Once in position, she couldn't stand still. She hopped on the spot, squirmed dramatically, contorted her body in whatever way possible to hold her pee.
"You're on in 30 seconds," Ben whispered. Victoria nodded and tried her best to compose herself. But when she stood still, the pressure built intolerable levels. A member of crew attached an ear piece to her, the task made more difficult by her inability to stand still "Vic! Trousers!"
Victoria looked down, her trousers were still unbuttoned at the top, revealing her panties to the whole crew. If that was the most embarrassing part of the next five minutes, then she'll have done well.
"We're joined by our new royal correspondent Victoria Henley-Brown, live from Buckingham Palace. So Victoria, a dramatic few days for the royal family, firstly with various videos surfacing on the internet of Grace Harris in a compromising position, and with this morning's announcement that her and the Prince are going to split. What do you make of it all?" the main anchor asked.
Victoria froze, it had been a while since she'd had to think about anything beside her desperate need for relief. "Well, erm, it's obviously a shock. But I think, erm, whilst the TikTok posted by Mel Lancashire was embarrassing for the royal family, the pictures taken of the Prince and Grace involved in, erm, intimate activity on the beach have been utterly humiliating for everyone involved. And I understand it must have been a difficult decision for the couple, but I think their relationship was untenable." Victoria barely stopped for breath, and could not stop shaking.
"A lot of people are speculating that the Prince would have been forced into making this decision, what have you been able to find out?"
"Well," another wave of intense desperation hit her, and she had to cross her legs to prevent an accident. "The palace themselves have yet to mention the split, and I understand that..." Victoria's bladder had had enough. Her heart rate spiked as she felt a warmth spread across her crotch. The relief was indescribable as the contents of her very, very full bladder emptied. Her face reddened as she tried to continue her report whilst wetting herself. "Ermmmm, Grace and the Prince cut short their time in Mauritius to deal with this incident..." She prayed that the camera wasn't showing her bottom half, but she was pretty sure everyone would have been able to hear the sound of her urine crashing against the ground below. The crew looked on in shock, as Victoria bravely tried to continue with her report. "Erm, and I believe a meeting was held with the Royal Family's Head of Communications earlier today." The relief was so incredible, it took so much effort for Victoria not to moan as ten hours worth of piss flowed out of her. The urine filled up her shoes, whilst a puddle grew rapidly underneath her. This felt like the longest pee Victoria had ever done, and it showed no signs of stopping.
"Sorry, Victoria, we're having some issues with the sound quality, could you repeat that?" the anchor asked.
"Ahhhhhh," a moan slipped out. "Ermmmm, yes, the Prince and Grace held a meeting this morning with..."
"I'm sorry, we're going to have to cut you off there, we're getting some sound interference, apologies to the viewers back home who wanted an update on the news that Prince Thomas has split up with his partner Grace Harris." And with that, she was off air.
"Oh fuckkkkkk," Victoria allowed herself to enjoy her relief as urine continued to cascade out of her body. Her trousers were absolutely drenched, and she was pretty sure she'd pissed all over her new Burberry coat. The crew looked away to afford Victoria a bit of privacy, but in truth, they'd seen it all already anyway. Eventually, the stream died down, and the post piss ecstasy died down. Now she stood there, covered in her own wee, humiliated and probably already a laughing stock on the internet. She wanted to ground to swallow her up. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Hey hey, come on," Ben hugged the distraught presenter. "Let's get you home."
"I can't believe that just happened," Victoria cried.
"Never mind that. At least you've got a funny story to tell," Ben laughed.
"That story is going with me to the grave," Victoria couldn't yet see the funny side.
"Well I'll tell everyone then," Ben smirked, prompting a playful punch from Victoria.
"You owe me a takeaway then, since you didn't let me stop at the services," Victoria allowed herself a little smile.
"Oh go on then," Ben laughed, as they arrived at the car. "Now let's see if we can find a towel.' |
VI
"Are you still watching?" the black screen on the TV in Grace's old bedroom read, as she lay undressed in bed at 3pm for the seventh day in a row. Using what felt like all the strength she could muster, she chose "Yes and don't ask me again" option. She didn't need to be judged by a streaming service she paid £16 a month for. Well, her parents did. She took another gulp of the giant bottle of Coca-Cola that sat by her bed, next to the stacks of empty Dominoes, Wagamamas and McDonald's boxes. It was one week since the worst day of her life, one week since some scumbag took a photographs of her on that beach in Mauritius, one week since Prince Thomas broke up with her, a decision she was 99% certain that the Royal Family forced him to make. A week of constant trending on Twitter, endless email requests, countless DMs from sick perverts on Instagram. Another episode of Below Deck played. She thought about texting Thomas again, but then remembered he hadn't replied to any of her messages. He was on the news yesterday talking about England's bid to host the 2030 World Cup, smiling and shaking hands with various delegates. Why the fuck does he look so happy? Grace thought at the time.
As she finished the 1.5 litre bottle of Coke, her mind was drawn to her increasing need to pee. She'd only peed once that day, when she was woken up by a bursting bladder at 7am. Even going to the toilet felt like a chore at the moment. The bathroom was downstairs, and that meant risking social interaction. At the moment, trips to the bathroom were reserved for absolute emergencies. Ignoring the discomfort in the bladder, she continued to binge Below Deck. Reaching for her phone, she saw the framed picture of her and Thomas she kept next to her bed, and her eyes welled up with tears again. The picture was taken before a big fancy dinner with the President of France, and Grace looked so beautiful. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she looked a shell of a person. Her hair was unkempt, her eyes puffy and her white vest top stained with tomato sauce. An email came through, this time it was the Love Island producers asking if she'd be interested into being on the next series. Grace couldn't help but smile for the first time that day. If only they could see me now.
Another episode finished, and Grace conceded that it was probably time to brave the bathroom. She'd seen that Euphoria episode, the one where Rue's kidneys stop working because she's too depressed to pee. The Coke was now resting heavily in her bladder, and she was finding it difficult to sit still. Throwing a dressing gown on to hide her stained vest, she got out of bed for just the second time that day. She crept down the stairs, but immediately scurried back to her room as she heard the doorbell ring. It was her parent's friends, Pete and Jess, round for tea and cake. Her mum had spent the morning trying to encourage Grace to join them, but the last thing she wanted to do was to speak to someone else right now. Grace cursed her luck as she closed her bedroom door quietly behind her, bladder still full of urine.
She watched another episode, to try and take her mind off of her now desperate need to pee. She lay on her side, fist firmly dug into her crotch, trying to contain the considerable amount of piss that was building up inside her. By the time the episode was done, she was dying to go, barely able to think about anything else. She hobbled to the door, clutching herself, and listening to see if she could still hear Pete and Jess. Jess's cutting laugh indicated that they were. She thought about just braving it and heading downstairs, but catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she decided that was a no-go. Grace assessed her other options.
1) Hold it until they left - Grace knew this was the most dignified option, but how long was that going to take? Pete and Jess were sometimes known to stay long into the evening, even when just coming round for a cup of tea. Besides, Grace was so desperate for a wee that she didn't think she could hold it much longer at all.
2) Wet herself - she was already known for wetting herself, why not just play into it? But her floor was carpeted, and her towel was still in the bathroom. Her room also already smelt bad enough without having to worry about the smell of urine.
3) Find a container to pee in - Grace knew straightaway this was the option she'd have to pursue, as the urine sloshed uncomfortably in her aching bladder. Clutching herself tightly, she knelt down to see if she could find anything to pee in. There was the empty Coke bottle, but aiming would be near impossible. All her packaging from her takeaways was made out of paper, so that was a no go. Just as she was beginning to give up hope, she remember she ordered a large Fanta from McDonald's. If she could find the cup from that, she'd be golden. After some frantic searching through her messy bedroom, she found it: the holy grail to ending her predicament. She danced desperately as she tried to undo her pyjama bottoms, whilst trying not to wet herself straight away. She eventually undid the knot, and pulled her bottoms down, revealing her very much unshaven pussy. She'd barely held the cup against her pee hole when there was a knock at the door. A slither of pee came out, but Grace managed to clench, and reluctantly pulled her pyjama bottoms back up.
"Come in," Grace croaked, ignoring the pee that was now on the verge of leaving her body.
"Hello love," Grace's mum wrinkled her nose at the smell. "We were just wondering how you're doing today?"
"I'm fine," Grace lied as a trickle of wee escaped, running down her leg.
"Okay, we thought we might go out for dinner and we wondered.."
"No thanks," Grace interrupted, desperate to get her to leave her room as soon as possible.
"I just thought I'd ask. Ooh let me just clean this up for you," her mum said, picking up some of the containers that lay strewn across the floor. Grace's heart dropped as her mum took the empty Fanta cup out of her hand, but she was grateful that she didn't notice the drop of pee inside. Another slither of urine left her body, reminding Grace she didn't have long.
"Are Pete and Jess still here?" she asked.
"No..." her mum started, but was interrupted by Grace dashing out the door, clutching herself as she ran in search of relief. As she ran down the stairs, she heard a voice downstairs.
"Hi mum, hi dad. I'll say hi in a minute, but I'm absolutely gasping for a wee," shouted Grace's younger sister, Anna. Grace had completely forgot that she was coming back from uni. Normally she'd have been delighted to see her sister, but as she saw her sister hurry into the bathroom, she felt a sense of anger, and worry. Grace waited anxiously outside the door, but as she heard Anna's tremendous stream crashing against the toilet water, and her moaning in relief, she couldn't hang on anymore. Urine burst out of Grace, dramatically soaking her pink pyjama bottoms, and pouring onto the floor like a shower head. Grace sighed as her exploding bladder emptied, but her face reddened as her parents approached, dad avoiding eye contact, and mum looking very concerned. The toilet flushed, the tap turned on, and then Anna was outside the door, watching as Grace continued to wee herself.
"Hey sis," Anna laughed. "Is pissing yourself your personality now then?"
Grace just cried. "Don't be so insensitive," their mum hissed.
"Just trying to lighten the mood," Anna shrugged.
Grace darted into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and released the rest of her pee in the toilet bowl, sobbing into her hands. Her phone buzzed.
"Hey Grace, sorry for not texting this week. Can we meet up later? In secret... T x" |
I haven’t pooped in four days.
I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through.
Everything.
Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god.
Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently.
I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord.
This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste.
I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it.
I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious.
Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big.
“Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way.
“Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.”
“I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.”
“I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here.
“Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.”
“Maybe, like, a gas station!”
“Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?”
“I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home.
“Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence.
Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough.
It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open.
We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away.
“Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief.
The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.”
I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“
“Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply.
I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home.
When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures.
‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani.
She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’
‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’
She paused. ‘For real?’
‘I don’t want to ask it’
‘Why?’
‘Idk I’m embarrassed’
‘Just ask it!’
I paused. ‘I can’t’
‘Dude, why?’
I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’
Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?”
Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said.
“It’ll only take a minute!”
“We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?”
She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.”
I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat.
“I also wanted a snack,” she continued.
“We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.”
It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car.
After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone.
“Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.”
Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely.
My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes.
Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put.
“Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell.
“That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!”
“Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.”
I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life.
Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion.
“Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun.
“I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.”
“There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?”
“N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.”
I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas.
I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes…
My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious.
“The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said.
“I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed.
As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously.
“Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb.
As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief.
I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step.
In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly.
“Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees.
“Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off.
I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside.
I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony.
I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door.
I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!”
The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!”
“Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in.
“Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink.
I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands.
“All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down.
It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.
Edited February 9 by Quackduck
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Experiencing desperation to such an insane degree changed my relationship with my bodily functions. I feel like the signals it sends me aren’t as urgent as I once thought they were. I didn’t even notice this about myself until I found myself squirming on the couch with a belly full of waste and a bladder full of urine, pressing my heel into my butt. The bathroom was wide open, but if I used it, Jacine would notice how long I’d be in there and know I was taking a #2. I’m aware of how silly this is, but I’m really shy, man. Some days I’m bolder than others, but not today.
I’d actually been harboring this ache all day. I felt it since I woke up, but I held in my poop while I took my morning pee because I knew Jacine was waiting for the bathroom to open up. I didn’t want her to smell it. Then I went to work, where I don’t go to the bathroom anyway. Jacine’s been in the living room within sight of the bathroom door since I got home.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” she said, getting up and closing the door behind her.
At least I won’t have to worry about her going in right after me once I can finally go. She’ll probably pee in the shower. I only wish she took shorter showers.
I felt gas bubbling up in my gut, the latest of many times it came knocking at the back door today. Each time I held it in it grew in urgency, so I was thanking god that I could finally let it out. The fart was long and windy, but tapered off before it was over. I had to push a little to get the rest out, a few more seconds of audible relief. At the end of it, the tip of the poop pressed against my asshole, nearly letting itself out. I clenched my asscheeks and gasped, my hand shooting to my behind.
I got a call from Alani. “Hey babe,” she said when I answered. “My sister’s in town. Wanna meet her?”
“Hells yeah!”
“Okay word, I’m comin’ to pick you up. We’re gonna hang out at her hotel.”
When I mentioned how long Jacine’s showers were before, I really wasn’t kidding. Alani arrived to pick me up before I even heard the water cut off. I was disappointed and annoyed that I still couldn’t relieve myself, but I kind of expected it. I walked my bloated self down to Alani’s car and climbed in the passenger seat.
“What you been up to?” she asked me.
“Work,” I cringed a little when a cramp hit my belly.
“Are you hungry? She already ate, so I wanna stop somewhere and get something real quick.”
I hesitated, my need to poop and pee taking up quite a bit of room in my body, but I was pretty hungry. “Yeah, sure.”
We went through the taco bell drive through and I got a big burrito and a soda. It satisfied my hunger, but it did not feel comfortable to introduce even more matter into my body. We sat outside the hotel until we finished. By that point, I had started squirming. The urge to pass gas came up quickly and powerfully, forcing me to squeeze my buttcheeks and shift in my seat awkwardly.
“Ready to go?” Alani said, taking a last sip from her drink.
“Yeah,” I said, then followed her into the building. In the elevator, I held my hands behind my back and pressed into my butt, shifting my weight side to side. Even if I didn’t urgently have to shit, I had to pee badly and I was having some serious trouble staying still. I wondered what the bathroom situation was like in the hotel room. Hopefully a secluded, well ventilated bathroom. A loud TV and some fabreze would be nice.
We knocked on the door and it was open momentarily. “Heyyy!” Alani and her sister said in unison, hugging each other tightly. “Aria, this is my friend Alexa,” she introduced.
“All A names, I like it!” she said, pulling me in for a hug, too. She squeezed me so tightly she almost made me shit. I’m not even kidding. I clenched my butt and my thighs, hugging her back but desperately wanting to squeeze my privates. My heart was beating so fast when she let me go. I thought I was going to lose it. “Come in, come in!” she said.
I stepped inside and saw that the bathroom door was facing the rest of the room, fully in view of everyone at all times. My heart sunk. I’d have to keep holding it in.
I sat in an armchair while Alani and Aria sat on the bed. We hung out for a long time. It was fun and we were getting along great. The only problem was that my need for a toilet was growing dire and I had no idea when we were going to leave. The soda was making its way through my body at breakneck speed, rapidly filling my bladder to the point of visible distention. I held my crossed legs tightly together, and I didn’t stay in the same sitting position for more than a minute. I needed to poop really badly, sure, but my need to piss was surpassing that. Every time my bladder contracted, trying to force some pee out, my whole body would jolt. I was trying so hard to keep my hands out of my crotch. I played nervously with my waistband as it dug painfully into my midsection.
Aria made me laugh. I ended up squirting a couple spurts of pee out into my underwear. This time, I couldn’t help it. I squeezed my pussy for just a second to help my screaming urethra continue its valiant retention.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I said, quickly rushing in and closing the door behind me. I turned the fan on as I bobbed up and down, tightly holding both ends. I didn’t want to stink up the bathroom. It was so small, I’d probably be stinking up the hotel room, too. But I was dying. Something needed to come out. I stood there dancing frantically while I thought of what I should do.
I remembered what I was able to do on the camping trip. Begrudgingly, I dropped my pants, clutched my butt, and sat down. I exploded urine into the bowl, letting out a sigh as I continued to clench my asscheeks and press into my straining, winking anus. I squirmed and writhed in agony, so close to bodily relief, but continuing to deny myself of it out of embarrassment. I looked around for aerosol spray and saw none. My only option was to keep it all inside my body.
It was extremely difficult. As my urine stream tapered off, still leaving a bit of ache in my bladder on account of my unwillingness to completely relax, I reached over to grab some toilet paper. Unexpectedly, a little shit forced it’s way out and dropped into the toilet when I took one of my hands away from my butt. I gasped and stood up, clutching my bottom and dancing crazily. My bloated belly was screaming and begging for relief, but I wouldn’t give it. I wiped my butt while I was standing up and hurriedly flushed the toilet before the scent had a chance to travel out of the room. I allowed myself to fidget freely while I washed my hands, jerking my butt around and high stepping like an idiot. A serious cramp and rectal contraction threatened to force me to poop my pants, making me arch my back and hold my butt to keep it in.
I was going on 12 hours with no potty break, so why did I need to go so badly? I’ve held it in for days before! I told myself mind over matter as I went back out into the room.
The next hour was utter agony. I was sweating and unbearably uncomfortable. It was really hard to focus on conversation, but I made it to the end of it without messing myself. As they started wrapping it up and saying goodbye, I stood up carefully and hobbled to the door.
I nearly started to panic when Aria went in for another hug. I was currently straining my butthole, struggling to keep an urgent fart in. She squeezed me tightly, forcing a long, airy, thankfully silent bunch of gas out of me. I struggled to stop it and was unsuccessful. I had to get out of there before it started to stink.
“It was so nice to meet you!” she smiled.
“Y-yeah, you too,” I said. “See you later!” I hurried out of the room and down the hall.
“Wait up!” Alani said. “You gotta be somewhere?”
“Uh- nah, I don’t,” I replied awkwardly. She looked at me suspiciously, and I pretended not to notice. We stepped into the elevator and I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms in front of me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah! Why?”
She looked at me. Then she smirked and poked me hard in my side. I gasped, jerking my body away, but the jab had forced out a loud poot and caused me to prarie dog for a second. Alani’s hands cupped around her mouth in shock, then she cackled hysterically.
“Stoppp!” I begged, hiding my beet red face in my hands.
“I knew it! You have to poop! I knew when you still looked all uncomfy even after you left the bathroom! It’s just like the camping trip!”
I looked at her horrified. “You guys knew I had to go!?”
“Well, they didn’t. I had an inkling that got confirmed on the drive home.”
I dropped my head. “Ohh…” I groaned in humiliation.
The doors opened and she grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s stop at a gas station on the way home.”
I didn’t know how to behave anymore now that my secret was out. When we got to the car, I almost pooped myself sitting down, the motion jostling the jammed-tight contents of my rectum. “Hnngh-“ I grunted accidentally, rocking back and forth in extreme discomfort. I dialed it down when she got in. I sat on my hands, leaning forward slightly. I thought I was going to throw up. The contents of my gut were churning uncomfortably. I could feel the rumbling constantly.
“H-hey, I thought we were going to a gas station,” I said as we drove by one.
“You need me to?”
I paused. “W-well… You don’t- I-I mean…”
“I’m kidding, doofus!” she laughed. “I’m just messing with you!”
I squirmed and fidgeted the entire drive to the next gas station. I couldn’t help it. My body had taken over, forcing these antsy movements to keep it all in. I almost cried when we came upon a red light. Without warning, Alani slammed on the breaks.
“Oooof…!” I groaned, the seatbelt digging into my fattened tummy. “W-Why’d you do that!?”
“‘Cuz it’s funny,” she replied with a giggle.
“It’s nottt,” I whined, writhing in my seat.
“Is it bad?”
I hesitated. “Yeah,” I admitted.
She reached over and squeezed my side, making me yelp and jump away. The pressure pushed the tip of my shit out, and I was now straining with all my strength to retract it. I bounced desperately on my butt, grabbing madly at my hindquarters. Pain radiated from the squeeze, skyrocketing the urgency and discomfort. It eventually went back up inside me. “W-Why the fuck-“
“I already told you, man, it’s funny!” she said as she accelerated through the green light.
“You don’t get it,” I complained, clutching my stomach and doubling over. I was sweating bullets, my body begging me for some kind of relief.
Alani broke hard again as we finally pulled into a gas station, laughing at me when I groaned. She drove right past all the parking spots and went around again.
“What are you doing!?” I was sitting on the edge of my seat, beyond ready to get out and bolt to the toilet.
“I’m looking for a parking spot,” she laughed.
“They’re everywhere! Please, just- please-“ I winced and shoved my hand under my butt as my rectum contracted and my asshole trembled with strain. “I’m gonna be sick…”
“Really?” she sounded a bit concerned now. When we circled back around, she pulled into a spot, but rolled into it really slowly.
“Pleaseeee!” I whined as she giggled. I leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building, holding my butt with both hands. I ran past a few people, turning my face an even deeper shade of red. Poop was starting to push it’s way out. As I approached the bathroom, I was farting a little bit with each step.
Everything was a blur. I had tears in my eyes. I pushed the bathroom door open, but it took a little more exertion than I was expecting, and it pushed out a long poop that coiled against my butt and sagged my underwear. I gasped and whimpered, frantically sprinting into the first open stall I could find. I yanked my pants down without even shutting the door, pooping full force before my butt even made contact with the seat. I wiped tears out of my eyes and pulled my underwear up over the toilet, letting the turd drop into the bowl while I continued to unload the huge volume of waste I’d been retaining. I held the stall door shut while I looked miserably at the disgusting damage I’d done to my underwear, tears still flowing from humiliation. I’d be going commando until I got home, it seemed. |
Many years ago, worked a lot of people at a large farm.
At summer and at autumn, at the harvest time, they worked all day long at the field. A tractor with trailer took them early at the morning to the field and brought them back to the farm at evening, sometimes late at evening.
There were men, women and 4 girls at age between 18 and 19 years.
The men did wear shorts and shirts, the women sleeveless, long clothes nearly down to the ground and the girls did wear short, thin summer clothes, they did show a lot of their naked thighs and when they had to squat for their work, they did sometimes show their panties too.
They had enough to eat and to drink for the whole day and if they had to relieve oneself the men went some steps away, turned around and pissed. The woman did not wear panties under their long clothes, if their bodily needs were getting to strong, they stopped somewhere and did let it out.
They were standing and weeing, their urine burbled out of them and nobody did notice it. Their pussy’s stayed wet from urine, they did not wipe it dry and maybe their thighs and their legs were wet as well when some wee was running down on their naked skin of their legs, but nobody did care about that.
Then there were the 4 girls, they could not do that. They did wear short, thin summer clothes and panties.
For to wee they had to pull their panties down under their knees and had to squat, but there were no bushes or something else to hide.
Some of the men wanted nothing more than to see that, they wanted to see how the urine was jetting out between their bare thighs, out from their naked girl slit.
The people were very primitive to that time, especially men and boys could not think anything else than to have sex with women and girls. The nearly naked girls on the field were an extra animation for them.
Late at afternoon, everybody did know that the girls were holding their wee since they left the farm early in the morning, some of the men talked about it.
2 guy’s were standing side by side turning they pissed, one of them said “unbelievable the girls, they don’t piss even once all day long, how can they stand that? They must have the bladder of a cow!”
” I would love to see one of them piss after holding it all day. It must jetting out of her with high pressure for minutes if she can finally go.”answered the other.
Many of the guy’s would love to watch the girls pee, i think not at last for to see their naked pussy, but the girls did not wee, they did suppress their urge day by day until they were back at the farm.
Some of the guys did love especially the imagination that the girls were so full and that their urge was getting worse and worse from minute to minute.
Maybe they wanted to see them doing it in their panties, maybe they wanted to see their hot wee running down at the smooth skin of their legs, but the girls did not wee how bad it ever was getting, it was like they were corked.
Some boys had a boner just to think about how big and full the bladders from the girls must have been at evening.
They did like to tease the girls verbal. One boy said “ my bladder is about to burst, i need necessarily a piss before we leave, i have not pissed since 5 hours.”
He did know very well that the girls were holding it since 11 hours.
As he came back he asked one of them “ do you girls never need to pee?” and smiled spitefulness.
”Sure i would need it, it will soon coming out of my ears, but we girls are able to control our bodies and our bodily needs, we are stronger than you boys “ answered the girl arrogant.
On the way home on the trailer the girls were daily pretty desperate, they were needing to wee really, really bad after holding it for so long.
The bumpy farm track was an extra torture for the girls and their bursting bladders, they had to press their thighs very tight to keep the wee from the whole day inside.
The boys loved it and how mentioned they were very primitive to that time.
One of them said “ squeeze your little cunt pretty tight otherwise you will piss your self, or let you sew a zip in your slit to make it easier for you to keep your panties dry.”
Some women had her bladder full as well on the way home, because she did suppress her urge since hours and was waiting for the toilet at the farm.
As soon as they arrive, some of the women and for sure the 4 girls go as fast as possible to the toilet. There was just one toilet for all.
There are some special bad boys, they jump off from the still moving trailer and run to the toilet to occupy it, they wanted to prevent the girls from a much needed wee, they wanted to make them wait and hold and to suffer for longer.
Once one of the girls was waiting at the last position of a long row. She was standing with legs crossed and her knees rubbing.
The bailiff was a real sadist and did love nothing more than girls desperate to pee, he did like to see girls frantic from needing to wee so bad and he did like nothing more than to make them wait and hold.
If he would have the might he would make girls hold their urine for 2 days and longer.
He did know very well that the girls never peed when they were out at the field and that this circumstances was a good opportunity to make a very full girl bladder fuller, much fuller.
”You don’t even think that you will wait here for an eternity until you can get in, you are a big girl you can wait until later. Up to the kitchen with you.” said the bailiff to the last girl in the line. By the way it was his favorite girl, the girl with for him the sexiest body and this body should get tortured, especially the bladder inside that great body.
He and some other boys did love to see her suffer from needing to wee so bad, to see her standing with her sexy legs tight crossed turning her kitchen work, but the crossed legs and the rubbing knees was not enough for him, he wanted more , he wanted to see her body move from needing to wee so bad, therefore he told her to have a special mission for her and did take her away from the kitchen.
There was a secluded room with high storage racks, with a lot of pots and pans and there she should take some special pans. They were on the high racks therefore the girl had to climbed on a ladder. Not so easy for a girl who had to cross her legs to keep her panties dry.
On the way to the room said the girl “ let me to the toilet before.”
”No, first we have to finish our work.” answered the man.
”Let me finally piss!! I need to piss so bad, it is so painful, it hurts me so much. Let me piss, I’ll doing it really very very fast.” was the girl begging.
”No, hold it back and stop whine, you are a big girl and you should be able to hold your pee for so long as necessary.
They went to the room the girl was climbing at the ladder and the guy had a good view to her naked thighs and to her little panties.
This view and the knowledge that the girl was full to burst, was absolutely arousing for him.
The girl was needing to wee so inhuman bad, it was nearly unbearable for her, it was nearly impossible for her to hold it without to to cross her legs, but on the ladder she could not cross them, she pressed one hand hard deep in her slit between her thighs.
”Let me piss!!! Let me finally piss, It is late evening, i need to go since long before noon. What do you think how long big girls can hold their pee? Until they piss themselves?” That’s what i am already doing.” said the tortured girl.
Her panties were getting a little bit wet and some drops of girl wee was running down on the naked skin of her sexy legs.
“You dirty, naughty girl, you piss your self in front of me, i think you should get punished for so much naughtiness, you should get trained to hold it and i will be a good teacher!” said the man. |
„ I thought that my bladder will burst, it was hurting so much, it was so painful, that was torture at the hardest way. My bladder still hurts.“ said the girl and massaged her now flat belly.
“You girls always wail when you have to hold your pee back just a little longer, you whine when you just „think“ that you would need to pee. You girls should not wail and whine, you should be able to bear up to pee just once a day and you are on a good way.“ said the guy.
“I can’t imagine that my bladder can get so big that i am able to hold my pee 6 hours longer than i did before and i can’t imagine that i can endure more urge torment and more „need to piss pain, than before.“said the girl.
“ I‘ll show it you and I’ll teach it you, you will be surprised how much more you little slut can endure.“ answered the man.
“Why are so rude to me, why are you calling me slut?“ asked the girl.
“Because you want to make me horny, because you are still standing here with your gown lifted up, you still show me your wet pissed bare thighs and your naked cunt and offered me to fuck you, so i have to think that you want to be my little fuck slut!“ answered the guy.
She did let her clothes down and said “I am sorry, i did not want to turn you on.“
„Sure you wanted turn me on and sure you know that you are able to do that with your sexy body and with your strong bladder, but you don’t have to be sorry about it, i like it and i think that you know that i like you as well.“ said the man.
“I like you too.“ whispered the girl a little bit shy.
The guy (master) made a new schedule for her bodily needs and for her holding training.( Bladder torture)
He planned just 2 training days per week, the other days she could piss without permission, her bladder should have time to recover during the fee days to be strong enough for the training days.
On other hand he told her that it would be good competition for their training if she would not go to the toilet as soon as she feel the urge, she should suppress her urge and should hold her pee back for some hours before she let it finally out.
Some weeks later their training was successful, she was able to hold more urine for a longer time.
It was evening, she worked in the kitchen and she was standing as usual with her legs tight crossed.
Her sexy, naked, knotted legs told everybody that this girl was needing to pee and that she was needing it really urgently and really bad.
Our 2 boys who love girls desperate to wee so much, enjoyed watching her again suffer from needing to pee.
“How long?“ said one of them, with a boner in his pants.
“What do you mean with how long?“ asked the girl.
“How long are you holding it? How long did you not piss?“ he asked again.
“Since yesterday, i am holding it since yesterday.“ answered the girl.
“That is absolutely impossible!!“ said the guy.
“Oh yes it is possible , i pissed not since yesterday evening.“ replied the girl.
“You are totally crazy, you kill yourself, you will burst your bladder if you hold it back for so long!!
How are you able to do that, did you let you make a zip in your cunt ? „said the other boy.
“No zip and no plug, i am holding it just with my own power and with leg crossing.
Some weeks before i could not imagine that i would be able not to piss for more than 20 hours. But boys you can’t even think how bad i am needing to go , i hear the angels singing from needing to piss so bad.“ answered the girl with a little bit proudness in her voice.
“ How much longer to you have to hold it? How much longer can you hold it?“ asked the guy.
„ I don’t know when he let me finally piss. I hope soon, it is already so painful, it hurts so much, it’s nearly unbearable.“ answered the girl.
One of the boys had a little bit mercy with her, the other wanted nothing more than to fuck her, full like she was.
Next day at the field the boys talked about that with the other 2 girls. The girls were envious, because they had to work hard at the field, but , „Reese“ so was her name, could do a easy work at the farm.
They were not envious about that Reese was getting tortured, they did not even know how much she was getting tortured and what her poor bladder has to endure, but they were envious about the light duty.
One of the 2 girls wanted a talk with the bailiff. She was fare not as intelligent as Reese, she was a bit primitive, but she was a very attractive and very sexy young girl with a great body as well.
She went to the office and said that she has a large and a strong bladder as well as Reese and she said that she is really good in pee holding.
She told him that she don’t piss even once all day out at the field and sometimes she don’t go to the toilet when they come back to the farm, she hold it then until after dinner, twice or three times she did try to hold it back until she went to sleep.
“ I let you torture my bladder, i let you push and press on it if it is full to burst, i promise you, i can endure a lot if i have to. Try me!!!! said the girl. |
Poor Amanda stopped again once or twice to cross her slim, lovely bare legs before they reached the little stone house.
As soon as they were inside, Amanda pressed both hands between her thighs and squatted down. She pushed the fabric of her panties deep inside her girl slit to shut her peehole that way.
It was absolutely impossible for her to wet her panties, she had to keep her urine inside her no matter how bad it would get and how much it would hurt her. It was her only and her last chance for to get a easier work and on the other hand she was a little bit proud too for her ability to hold it and for her strong bladder.
The man made a fire at the fireplace and it did not last very long until it was pretty warm inside.
It was a special good feeling for him to be totally alone with the young girl in this house at the mountains and it was so very arousing for him to know that the girl did not wee since yesterday afternoon.
He did take her in his arms and pressed her slim, young body hard against his body, he pressed especially hard on her lower abdomen to push and torture her bladder that way.
”Are you feeling better, are you warm now?” he asked and rubbed her.
“Oh yes, i am feeling much better, it is much better and much easier to hold if i am warm.
My urge is very strong after holding it for so long, but i will be able not to go for much longer.” answered the girl.
He still pressed his body and his hand dick, hard against her bladder to torture it.
Amanda moaned and crossed her legs, she did know very well why he was doing that and was afraid that he would press some drops of her wee out of her in her panties.
”More can i not endure, it will come out, my panties will get wet, if you press harder.” said the girl and smiled shyly.
“By the way panties, show me your panties. I think it is warm enough here, you can strip your clothes and you can wear only your panties
Your sexy young body and your little panties will be a good sight for me.” said the guy.
Amanda did how she was told, she stripped her clothes except her panties.
It was the first time that the man saw her completely body nearly naked. Her little panties pressed in her slit and the visible bladder over her waist band were an extra turn on for him.
The guy started to caress her all over her body and the girl enjoyed that very much. She never was get treated like that before.
To that time she was in her mind no more a maid, she was a little lady now.
Amandas bladder was getting fuller and fuller over the hours, but she was calming down more and more.
She was ready and willing to suppress her bodily needs for so long as any possible, but if he pressed too hard on her so much overfilled urine ball, she waked up from her dream, because of her need to pee pain.
It was already early evening, the girl did not wee since 27 hours, she lay on the floor on a soft sheep fur and the guy lay with his head on her belly and used her bulging bladder for a pillow.
She was able to endure that extra pressure from outside, just if he rolled his head, or if he pressed too hard she moaned and groaned.
“What a girl !!” though the guy to himself.
It was absolutely normal and common to that time and in their culture that women had to hold their bladder sometimes for extreme long periods of time, even it was already very painful.
It was usual that men did stop on the way to an event or to a dinner invitation for a piss beside the car, it was as well usually that the wife’s did stay in the car.
Nobody did even think about the possibility that they would need to pee too.
It was as well uncommon to use the bathroom from the host.
Men and boys went off and on in the garden or in the yard , but women and big girls waited until at home.
Not unusual that the men stopped at the way home again and the women waited with a bladder full and big as a melon inside.
The man did usually not care about the bladder, or the painful urge of their wife’s.
Some man did get turned on, when his wife stripped her dress at home and he could see her big pregnant bladder in her belly.
She had to have then sex with him before he did allow her to go to the toilet for a much needed piss.
The women are trained to drink and to hold their bladder for hours, but not near as long as Amanda.
Who trained that girl, did she train herself? thought the guy.
Amandas bladder was getting more and more visible in her slim belly.
It was evening, they had a little supper.
Amanda pressed her knees together and massaged her swollen bladder. „ Sorry but i need to pee so unbelievable bad. „she said.
Not only her need and her urge were unbelievable, all the girl was unbelievable, she did not piss since 29 hours and she was still not begging for the toilet, she was still not begging to be allowed to pee.
She wanted to show him how long a girl can withstand without to pee, she wanted demonstrate how long she is able to bear up to hold her urine back and to endure the most painful need to pee urge. |
After they had a long fantastic sex the were lying breathless side by side.
The shape of the abdomen from the „skinny“has changed. After she drank 1.500 ml water was her stomach visible swollen. After a while turned the water to urine and filled the girls bladder more and more.
Then was getting her lower abdomen more and more swollen. There was a growing bulge over her pubic bone, between her pregnant hipbones.
They were still lying static in the bed. The skinny caressed her firm bulging bladder with with one hand, looked at the guy and said “i need to piss so bad! May i go now?”
”Sure not! I’ll punish you if you ask me once again before tomorrow morning.” answered the man and turned out the lights.
”How can you be so cruel to a poor young girl who is needing to wee so bad, how are you able to torture me so much?” said the girl and turned on her side.
The last, large glass of water was still on the way to her already overfilled bladder. She was needing to wee so bad, but he did not let her go to the toilet no matter how urgently she would need to go.
She had no other way than to hold it, but will she be able??
At about 3 am the pressure in the girls bladder was so high that she was afraid to wet the bed. She waked up the guy and said “sorry i can no more, i can’t hold it any longer. I’ll piss the bed if you don’t let me to the toilet.”
”I don’t let you to the toilet and you will not piss the bed, I’ll help you to hold it.” answered the man.
The guy was a great sadist for to make girls hold their pee and for torture their full bladder and he was a little bit perverse too, about that.
He he had a kind of chastity belt, he did not use it once before, but he had it in one of his lockers.
It was not a real chastity belt which was used at middle age from the warrior to prevent that their wives could have sex turning the time when they were at the battle. This belts had two holes for the women’s bodily needs.
The belt from the bailiff was a remake, made from one of his lorimers. They had it usually in a torture chamber and they used it to punish and to torture women and girls with it.
The belt construct consist of two pieces from leather belts , one belt around the hips and the other between the girls thighs.
Unlike to the chastity belt has the “torture belt “ no holes for their bodily needs.
There was a plug inside of the belt exactly there where the girls have their peehole. The plug blocked their hole so that they could not piss.
At will they made the girls wear that belt for one, or for two days and sometimes for longer.
They made the girls bladder full until it was big and stretched to the size of a pumpkin and some of the special sadistic man pressed and pushed on the bursting full bladder to make the poor girls urge and her need even more painful.
The bailiff did not want to torture the „skinny“ so much, but her bladder should stay full and should get fuller at the next hours.
He told her that she would not be allowed to pee until the morning and if she would not able to hold it with her own power, then he wanted to help her and explained her how he will do that.
The girl was afraid about what will happen with her.
On one hand it was exciting for her to be totally at the mercy, to be absolutely dominated and to have not even the right to take a much needed piss.
She did like it to get forced to hold it, or be made to hold it, because she was painhorny, especially she loved the pain of her own bladder full and swollen.
On the other hand she was afraid, because she did not know how much pain she would be able to endure, or better how much pain he will force her to endure.
The guy went for the belt, the girl had to lay on her back and had to spread her thighs.She could not do that without that a few drops of wee were coming out of her.
He pressed with two fingers her cunt lips apart, putted the belt in the girls slit and pushed the plug deep in her peehole.
The thin belly from the young tomboy girl was already swollen from her overfilled bladder.
The girl caressed her bladder bulge with her hand and said “you will kill me, you will burst my poor bladder that way.”
”Your bladder can get bigger, much bigger.” he said “ but now we should sleep for some more hours.”
The girl turned to her side and pulled her knees up to her head, to give her bladder more room.
Unbelievable that she was able to sleep with such a full bladder and such a strong and painful urge to piss, but she could and she was able to sleep.
At 6 am they waked up and the „skinny“ said that she could not stand it any longer and that it is already unbearable, she begged the guy for to let her finally piss.
„Let me piss please, i have been such a good girl, i endure more than my body has power to endure. Every move i do is hurting me.“she said.
To see the bladder of the girl bulging out so much from her thin belly, was very arousing for the man.
In his imaginations he could NEVER get enough from it, he would torture her bladder even more, but in reality he wanted not to pain the girl much more and no longer.
To see the super slim girl with one leather belt around her swollen belly and another leather belt through her girl slit made him very horny.
He wanted to fuck her so bad, but he disbelieved that this could be possible with her that full.
He did lead her to the bathroom and opened first the belt and then he pulled the plug out of her little pisshole. At the same moment it was bursting out of her, her urine was jetting out with high pressure and a loud hissing sound.
The guy pressed one finger on her little hole to stop the jet, he waited for one minute and hoped that she would calm down and that he then could have sex with her, with her bladder still very full, but as soon as he gave his finger away she started to piss again.
He did let her pee until she was totally empty, until her belly was thin and curved inside between her hipbones, then they went in the bed and fucked like crazy.
Next day she told him that she never before needed to piss so bad and so painful, she told him that her bladder was hurting her all day long from that extreme torture, but she said that it was her most horniness experience in her life.
The bailiff was addicted to the skinny tomboy girls body and to her animalistic sex, but there was the super holding talent Amanda, her extreme holds were turning him on as well very much.
In two weeks he had planned a weekend trip to another city. He wanted to offer Amanda to come with him, but she would not be allowed to go to the toilet all weekend, she would have to hold her pee from Friday until Sunday.
Will she accept that offer? |
This is my first omorashi story on here ever! I made one on tumblr awhile back but it was more in the y/n format which I don’t think would really work on here. Either way, I don’t have much experience writing these days as my inspo is very fickle and random.
This story is about a couple - Sadie and Brynn! They’ve been together for a couple years and are very comfortable exploring their sexualities and kinks with each other, even if they haven’t discussed it prior. Obviously, communication irl yada yada, but this is fantasy, so enjoy!
Oh, and because I’m a visual person, here’s what I imagine Sadie to look like: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/23/1d/15231d149d845171b21e4225262b9fc4.jpg
And here’s what Brynn looks like: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/20/14/e72014a439da3d807ab6ede2b373a26a.jpg
Sadie and Brynn were driving home from a long evening and date night they had scheduled after a hectic week filled with meetings, over-time, and lack of any breaks for themselves inbetween. Even as long as they were dating, they tried to make time for each other to not only keep the spark alive, but more importantly check in on each other. That evening, they’d chosen a traveling fair that was only in town for a few weeks. They’d gone crazy on the roller coasters, fried food, and even larger drinks. Sadie didn’t even think it was possible for drinks to come in that large of a container, but she really was a sucker for any cherry flavored beverage, much to Brynn’s amusement.
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to drink all that, sunshine.” She’d remarked as Sadie happily sipped on the swirly straw.
And of course, Sadie’s competitive nature kicked in and she squinted her eyes at her girlfriend. “Challenge accepted!” And that was proceeded with her sucking on the straw harder and her girlfriend snorting at her affectionately.
Of course, that was a couple hours ago, and now Sadie was starting to feel it. But the fair wasn’t that far from their house. Surely, she’d be fine! To keep her mind off the only slightly nagging pressure, her eyes sparkled as she stared out the passenger window at the sun setting and buildings passing them by as Brynn drove them home, a coziness setting in at the long but much needed day of memory making. Sometimes she wondered how she could keep falling more and more in love with her, but it always surprised her that it was possible. Sadie glanced over at Brynn and smiled a little, sighing as they set into a comfortable silence.
One she was happy to keep up until they got home when the car slowed, and her attention was pulled back to their surroundings-or more specifically, right in front of her. Traffic. She groaned under her breath and looked at a nearby road marker, realizing they were still fifteen minutes from the house and if the traffic kept up, it could be from anywhere from thirty to forty five. She adjusted in her seat and made a face.
“What’s with all the traffic tonight? It’s a Thursday!” She tried not to pout, but was definitely failing and was sure Brynn knew it.
“There was a big concert tonight. I’m actually surprised it’s not worse,” Brynn replied, head tilted as she tried to see if the traffic was moving up ahead. Brynn looked back at her girlfriend and paused a moment before smirking like she always did when she figured out something that Sadie was trying to hide. Sadie liked to pretend Brynn had mind reading super powers to make herself feel better.
“That drink’s starting to hit, isn’t it?” Brynn asked, trying not to look too smug about the revelation.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been a problem at all if not for this traffic!” Sadie replied, not willing to give her girlfriend the satisfaction of a proper yes. She adjusted in her seat again, as the pressure started to build. If the traffic would hurry up, she would make it home, albeit with a full bladder no doubt. The image of the giant, record breaking looking cup flashed in her mind again and she grimaced. Those were the kind of drinks that hit all at once, and of course she’d had to prove her girlfriend wrong and drink it all before they got on the next coaster.
“Mhm. Just try not to think about it. I’m sure it’ll clear up in no time sunshine.” Brynn reached over to squeeze her girlfriend’s hand comfortingly.
. . . . .
Fifteen more minutes had passed, and they’d only inched up every so often. Based off the exit they were at, it was still a thirty minute drive home with traffic and by the looks of it, Sadie didn’t have thirty minutes.
Sadie was visibility squirming now, the pressure on her bladder doubled. She’d always had a small bladder, but this time she was really trying to hold it. They just passed by an exit, and from how slow it was going, the next one wouldn’t be for another ten minutes. She bounced a little in her seat before letting out a whine.
“We should’ve gone off the last exit.” Sadie complained, placing a hand over her own thigh and pressing her fingers down slightly.
“You didn’t say anything or else I would’ve.” Brynn replied, taking in the scene before her. The desperation on Sadie’s face make a twinge of heat shoot through her. She felt a bit guilty since she knew her girlfriend was in quite the predicament, but she loved when her girlfriend was needy. And this was similar to how it looked, and it was only further turning Brynn on. They’d only once briefly discussed pee. They were both very open about most kinks, some they hadn’t even considered. Pee was one of those, and she remembered them over offhandedly mentioning that neither really had a problem with pee. And that was the end of that conversation.
Brynn was starting to change her stance.
“Ohhh my god. You were right, okay? Please, traffic gods show me mercy!” Sadie said dramatically, though she was genuinely getting nervous about how bad she had to go. She figured she could still hold it. She had to-they were in the car. It was only ten minutes until the next exit and then they could find somewhere to go.
“Just hang on. Next exit, I promise I’ll pull off and it’ll be fine,” Brynn reassured her girlfriend and patted her thigh, squeezing lightly to see her reaction. Sadie leaned into the touch, looking for any relief she could find. She believed her girlfriend’s words, so she resolved herself to keep holding and eventually they’d find somewhere.
. . . . .
“No…” Sadie whispered in horror. The ten minutes had passed to the next exit, only for there to be construction and a big sign that said exit closed. “No..no..no.” She whispered, hand reaching up to the window to try and get a better view-if there was anywhere they could pull off. But traffic was packed, and the next exit was farther than this one had been. She was visibility squirming and shuffling in her seat trying to find a more comfortable position, hand in between her legs trying to ease the pressure.
“You gotta find a spot to pull over. I can’t make it. There’s gotta be…” Sadie trailed off, breathing uneven and face slightly flushed.
“Sunshine, there’s rows of cars all around us. I can’t pull over unless you want to flash everyone and potentially get arrested for indecent exposure.” Brynn tried to be the voice of reason, even though she could see how bad Sadie had to pee. She was trying to ignore the way her own groin ached at the sight, mind thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts despite her desire to help. Part of her…didn’t want to. Part of her wanted to make it more difficult, but she had to be a good girlfriend.
“You can hold it baby girl. You got this.” Brynn encouraged.
Sadie let out another quiet whine and adjusted in her seat but didn’t say anything. One of her legs bopped up and down, body doing everything it could to distract her. But it was no use. Sadie bit her lip and looked out the window again, wishing something would pop up like some kind of miracle. There was no way she could hold it til home now. She hesitated before unbuckling her seat belt and turning to look in the back of the car for anything she could use if the worst happened. She found some wrappers they still need to clean out and a very tiny cup, one that probably wouldn’t hold five seconds of her pee.
She cried out in frustration and kept looking with no luck. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. Sadie was only quiet when she was in thought, so Brynn knew it was serious.
After a few more minutes Sadie turned to Brynn with pleading eyes and shook her head. “I can’t hold it. I can’t. It’s hitting me all at once. Please, pull over. I can’t. I’m going to get the car wet.” Her legs were trembling with effort to hold, and her hands were fully in her crotch. Brynn looked around again, but they were still in the same predicament, and the next exit wasn’t even in view. She let out a sharp breath, trying to hide how turned on she was. She knew it would be cruel, but she licked her lips and took a moment to think.
“Do you trust me?” Brynn asked Sadie.
“Of course, but please tell me you have a plan-”
“Take your pants off.” Brynn told her, voice lowering.
“Are you crazy?! I’m going to piss in the car, I can’t take them off!” Sadie almost screeched, clearly at her limit.
“Take them off now,” Brynn said in the tone that meant ‘I’m in control and there’s no room to argue.’
Sadie paused, looking at her girlfriend with wide eyes before letting out a small whimper and fumbling with her button and zipper. She slowly started to pull them down, along with her underwear, and pulled her legs out of the bottoms, tossing them down under the seat. She let out another desperate noise and quickly pressed her legs together, shaking her head.
“That made it worse, Please, oh Brynn that made it worse. Pull over, I’m gonna piss. It’s going to come out!” She cried, cupping herself with vigor now. She didn’t know what Brynn was up to but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to go against her. She was just hoping Brynn had something up her sleeve. She would pee in anything at this point.
Brynn unbuckled as well since traffic was at a complete stop, and she took off her hoodie, holding it in her hand as she stared at her girlfriend with hunger in her eyes. She was wet by now, she was sure of it. Seeing Sadie writher, whine, and beg was enough to put her in a headset that was usually only reserved for the bedroom. She wanted to help, but that sadistic little part of her brain was winning over.
“...You can pee on my hoodie-” Sadie was so desperate and close to leaking she went to grab the hoodie but Brynn stopped her.
“But…you have to spread your legs. Wide. I want to see your pretty pussy.” Brynn eyes locked on her with severity, and Sadie was looking back like her girlfriend had grown two heads.
“You can’t…You can’t be serious.” She swallowed hard, fingers clenching and trying to push between her to stop anything from coming out. She was absolutely bursting and could feel herself to the point of pulsing. There was no way she could pull her legs apart without completely losing control of her bladder.
Brynn wasn’t joking though, and it showed across her face. “You’re going to piss all over the seat if you don’t anyway, so it’s better to try right. C’mon, be a good girl. Sit back in the seat, pull your legs apart. Wide - as far as they’ll go. And hold it for five seconds and my hoodie’s all yours baby. See, it’s big enough to soak up all that liquid that’s inside you right now. All you have to do is listen and obey.” Her voice was just as breathy as Sadie’s, but the command and dominance in her tone hadn’t changed. They were definitely talking about this after.
Sadie panted as her limit was coming to an end and she stared at the hoodie longingly, the only damn thing in the car she could use to even remotely save herself from an even bigger mess. And there was no way she could do it. But she had to right? Maybe if she could just willpower her way through it, knowing there was some form of relief, her bladder would take mercy on her. She pushed her legs together more though as she felt a wave of pressure and let out a quiet cry a trickle made it’s way out against her bare legs.
“I’m going to get the car wet. I can’t-it’s coming out. I can’t. Please give me the hoodie Brynn. I’m going to make a mess!” She was close to tears at that point, knowing her body was about to give out.
“You know what you have to do. Open them, wide.” Brynn commanded again, a finality in her voice. She was in a completely dominant headspace, and nothing was going to change her mind. She was so incredibly aroused at what was happening, she couldn’t stop herself from giving in to the desire to see the outcome.
Sadie gripped the back of her thighs hard enough to make red marks and let out shudders, trying to tell her bladder to just hold on a bit more. Just a bit…she started to part her legs very slowly, feeling a spasm shoot through her bladder. She whined louder this time, but was surprised to find she didn’t leak at all. Though, she’d only moved her legs barely an inch apart. She took one last look at Brynn and felt herself give in.
She opened her legs more and more, inch by inch, before she threw her head back and let out a loud cry of pleasure, relief, and acceptance all at once. She half-moaned and half-sobbed as she opened her legs fully up to her sides, and a powerful torrent of piss that she no longer had control over, shot out all over the dashboard.
“Ohh I can’t stop…it’s coming out. The hoodie…Ahhhhhhh-I can't stop it!! Brynn!!” She made one last valiant attempt to cut the stream off, but it did absolutely nothing. In fact, her pee just came out faster and harder and she arched her back as she groaned, knowing it was a lost fight.
Brynn knew there was already a mess to clean up, but just to give her girlfriend a bit of comfort, she positioned the hoodie right where the stream was hitting in front of the dash and started to praise her. “That’s it, good girl. See, you’re going on the hoodie just like I said you would. Let it all out, let it out for me. Oh, there’s so much..” Brynn whispered, in awe of just how bad and how much Sadie had to go.
Sadie was still panting and holding her legs back, watching with half-lidded eyes as her stream continued to shoot out at full force, not even caring if it was on the hoodie, dash, or anywhere else. She moaned in pleasure, her own needy headspace taking over as well as her girlfriend coddled and praised her. “Mm, ‘s so wet. There’s so much still in. I can’t control it. It’s all coming out,” She gasped, head tilting back as she reached a level of ecstasy she’d never had before-an unfamiliar mix of all sorts of emotions boiling over as her bladder was finally freed.
Her pee shot out at the same velocity for about a minute soaking the hoodie completely and splashing over the dash and carpet as well. But she was too zoned out and still aching with need to be able to stop it. Her remaining spurts were long, almost like she was going to start going again. Every other second she would shoot out a long, clear shot of pee into the damp hoodie, hips jerking forward every time until she let out a deep breath and slumped into the seat, final trickles of pee leaking onto the seat and carpet below.
It was the hottest thing Brynn had ever seen in her life, and she could tell just by her girlfriend’s expression, she loved it as well. Not just because she emptied her bladder, but the way she stuck her tongue out slightly and looked at her with that hazy expression. She was sure they just unlocked something that they would have many more experiences with.
Leaning over, Brynn kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head and smiled, letting her process all that had happened. “My good girl.”
Edited February 11 by inksoda
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(Okay. This one's name is.... Not the greatest. Sorry about that, but I hope a new scenario from me makes up for it! The name is uh based off of a song. I doubt that you guys have heard of it, but I mean if you did... Oh my god can we be best friends. Hehehe! Enjoyyyy!)
So today I had an accident. I NEVER have accidents. I mean I haven't since I was a teen experimenting with alcohol. There was way too many wet beds back then...
Well today was the monthly visit by my friend Marsha. We're trying to visit eachother more like twice a month probably. One at her house and one at my house. We live a whole 45 minutes away from eachother. So basically anytime we visit it's always for hours and hours at a time. There was one day we hung out for 14 hours! It's crazy I know.
Today was not one of those days fortunately. I mean I still didn't make it to the toilet in time, but I'm getting there. Don't rush me! My name is Eloise! I'm 5'2 with slender legs a nice, firm butt and B cup chest accessories as one would call them. I'm a brunette who likes to wear dresses and rarely a pair of sweat pants. Which is what I had on today. Grey sweatpants and a blue pair of panties.
Ooh got a little sidetracked describing my looks... Well doesn't matter I look great. No matter what gets said.
So my friend Marsha came over. She brought some exotic fruit drinks she made. Another fact about me, fruit juice goes RIGHT THROUGH ME. Of course I never told Marsha that, but usually I get to run to the toilet. Today was no different. We sat around talking about the past month and how crazy it was. We talked about how Duluth was getting a bunch of upgrades... Basically the city decided to throw a whole weird fundraiser thing to improve their city. To be fair it was definitely in need of it.
But yeah we talked about Duluth for a WHOLE HOUR while sipping on our exotic fruit drinks. Of course my bladder already was filling really fast. Me and Marsha planned on only hanging out for an hour. She had stuff to do.
After I finished my fruit drink. SHE MADE ME ANOTHER ONE. So maybe a little longer than an hour...At this point I was like ooooh okay then. This'll be rough. I hate getting up and going to the bathroom when people are at my house. It feels rude. Especially with Marsha.
Okay time to drop a big twist or whatever you'd call it. I uh... I think I love her? She ALWAYS makes time for me each month. No matter how busy her job is. She works as a psychiatrist. A really good one I've heard.
Well... Just the time she dedicates to me makes me like her so much, but even outside of in-person hanging out we're texting back and forth CONSTANTLY. It's a lot of fun. I do really think I love her.
So I mean with that being said....can you understand why I wanted to just hold it? More time with Marsha! I mean that's just one of the reasons.
Well fast forward to after the second fruit drink. I HAD TO GO SO BAD! Like my bladder was ROCK HARD. It was so big! I could see it! I definitely didn't have that much time left before my body just said "Nope!".
Marsha than started talking about her city she lived in. I love hearing about it. A lot of crazy stuff happened there. I always got super invested into her stories.
Invested enough to forget about my rock hard bladder.
She started talking about it and I was just having a blast listening to her. She talked about her city for a solid 30 minutes. When suddenly I felt my crotch get warm. I immediately snapped back to reality and blushed super hard.
Marsha saw my expression change so she stopped talking.
She asked if I was alright. I was still blushing and I moved my hand down to my crotch. Sure enough there was a softball sized set spot on my sweat pants.
Marsha put her hand on my shoulder and I was feeling a weird mix of emotiond. I looked over to her and just said:
Oh... Yeah I'm fine... How are you?" I smiled in a very soft way.
Marsha shook her head and smiled back.
"What's going on? You're all fidgety! Do you uhh... Have to pee?"
I blushed a deep deep red. Cherry red almost.
"I uh... Uhhhhh... I... Y...n..no???" I said it super convincingly I know, but she saw right through it.
She stood up and held her hand out. I blushed and reluctantly took it.
Once I stood up I felt another spurt shoot out into my blue panties. Further soaking them.
Marsha saw that one:
"Oh dear!"
Marsha slowly guided me to the bathroom. She pushed me in lightly and shut the door. I stood there in the bathroom by myself. Feeling that same weird mix of emotions.
Well until I felt liquid flow down my legs. Warm liquid... Pee.
I snapped back to reality AGAIN and rushed over to the toilet. I was fully peeing myself at this point. Of course I tied my sweatpants really tight. I had to untie them WHILE I was fully peeing my pants. I managed to get them with mostly soaked pants. I pulled them down halfway before I realized it was pointless. I finished peeing in my panties. Some of it obviously soaked my sweatpants more.
I actually started to cry. I'm a 23 year old woman who just peed her pants because she was stubborn about getting up to pee. I pulled the sweat pants up and walked to the bathroom door. I didn't know what to say.
"Uuuuuu... M...Marsha... I uh... Uh....I... Had an accident....?"
I said it in such defeated tone.
"Oh noooo! I'm sorry for talking so much! I'll get you a pair of clothes!"
I blushed even harder. I was humiliated. I literally peed myself. I looked over to my pretty big puddle on the ground in front of the toilet.
I shuddered.
Suddenly Marsha knocks on the bathroom door. I open it partially to grab the clothes, but it was a small area and hard to do that... So I had to open the full thing... She'd see my pee soaked clothes. She'd see my puddle.
Deep down inside... I knew it was okay. I trusted her with it. I knew she would just help me. She wouldn't laugh....
I really think I love her.
I opened the door and Marsha got the full view of my soaked sweatpants. She definitely stared at them for a minute with a curious look on her face. At the time I didn't really comment on it. Now I think about and I think she was just in awe. I mean how often do you see your beautiful best friend soaked in her pee with a puddle behind her?
She handed me the clothes and... Hugged me?
"It's okay... Don't cry! Accidents happen to everyone...even me!"
The last few words got me. I was confused. I've never seen her have an accident. She just confirmed that she has at some point. I'll have to ask her about it next time we hang out.
Well after the hug she helped me clean up the puddle. We said goodbye... Mind you I was still soaked. The hug felt different. Maybe it's because I just wanted it to feel different? I don't know, but she left after that and I took a shower and changed into the cute panties and dress.
I'll always remember that day.
Honestly... If having an accident like that made her hug me and just help me that much... I might purposely do it around her... I think.. I really think I love her. Maybe I'll just tell her? Next time though... Maybe after I have an accident...?
I'll think about it...
(AND THAT'S A WRAP!!! WOOO! You made it! I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. I actually woke up and started writing it. I have to pee so bad because I didn't go when I woke up. So I might go do that now! Thanks for reading!) |
My 8th writing, this time featuring omo from both my male and female characters. Enjoy!
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Mali [F] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional.
Yuta [M] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; recently has been frequently wondering how it would feel to be on her end.
Note: for simplicity I'll be using * * to highlight Yuta and * * to highlight Mali, however, broadly speaking, gender can be expressed by many colors, not just two!
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Yuta has loved seeing his girlfriend wet herself. Be it in the car, their kitchen, or the park, they both have a ton of fun doing it. But there's been one thing itching away at him: Mali seems overly pleasured as she lets it out each time without fail. How good exactly does that feel? he wondered. He wanted to find out, and quickly thought of exactly how to do it.
It was a rather shitty winter day, above freezing temperature but raining, with it all expected to freeze overnight. No need for either of the omo lovers to venture outside for anything. They also shared a day off, and with everything they need to have fun, so the stage was set.
Yuta wore a black cotton T-shirt and a belted pair of faded brown khakis, with boxer briefs underneath. Mali was dressed in all black, a hoodie and leggings, with standard underwear underneath.
They were having a bout of Mario Kart, both one-upping each other by the race. Mali ceaselessly taunted at Yuta each track, and vice versa due to the short time of the races (they only played on 200cc....such tryhards...). After one of the tracks, Yuta nudged over at Mali's arm, and did a subpar charades act of drinking water and peeing it out. Mali, confused by the lack of good visuals, questioningly turned her head. He tried again by imitating a desperate Mali, shoving his hands between his legs and moving around in his seat. Now understanding his intents, she gazed wide-eyed at him. "What exactly are scheming?!" she asked laughing.
"A little game, or better yet a contest" he responded.
"Ooo, you too now? I like it. Alright. Tell me!"
"Simple, we hold it for the day."
"Wait... isn't that a bit unfair? Y'know, the whole 'female bladders are weaker than male's' thing?" she questioned.
"True, true. That's why I'll give you a little leeway. The last I used the bathroom was 2 hours ago, and I've drank a glass of water since. I'll let you go now, that way we end up desperate around the same time!"
"Perfect! I'll go get ready then, in the bathroom." she mumbled.
While she took care of her business, Yuta got some labeled water bottles and filled them up to the 24 oz/0.7 L mark and returned to their quarters. Mali stepped out, refreshed, and sat down. They grabbed their drinks and clanked them together.
"Bottoms up!" said Yuta. And away they went.
11:45 AM: The start of their journey commences. They continue their racing dispute as if nothing happened.
1:00 PM: They both have downed over half of their bottles, and have moved on to talking with one another. Mali feels nothing yet, but Yuta's deliberate disadvantage has him already feeling a small but distinct pressure from his abdomen. Mid-conversation, he pans over to the clock to see that it's struck 1:00.
"Alright, it's 1:00"
"...and?" says Mali.
"And, it's time we make the challenge a bit more fun. I want both of us to stand up and start bouncing around." he declares.
"Sure, whatever Idontcare." she says as she shrugs.
They both get up and hop for 30 seconds no more than a few inches off the ground.
"I feel the water in my bladder a bit more doing this!" Yuta laughs.
"I don't feel too much yet, most of it is still in my stomach." Mali notes.
"Great, we'll change up the challenge as we go on."
"Sounds good to me!"
2:00 PM: The two have finished their water and have continued talking. Over the last hour, Yuta has gotten a greater urge to where he is more restless than usual and Mali has begun feeling her bladder as well.
"Another hour gone!" Yuta cites. "Next, I propose we feel around each others bladders and see our reactions."
"Fun! I'm going first then!" Mali bursts, shuffling over to her boyfriend. She grabs just above and in front of his hips and presses around with her thumbs. Yuta flinches, lets out a light gasp, and automatically recoils away from her hands. She playfully continues as his stomach tightens up and he holds his breath. After what seemed like minutes to him, Mali lets up and Yuta exhales.
"Jeez, I almost let a little out there. That was close! I felt like all my nerves concentrated around my bladder and urethra, I contracted everything tight!"
Mali chuckles, she had never heard him speak so vulgarly about omo before, and hasn't seen this side to him either. After a moment, Yuta nears closer to her, and starts to do the same motion onto her. She lets out a brief exhale during, but no major movements outside of this. She raises her head triumphantly, proud of her resistance effort.
"Alright then, if that's how it is, let's speed things up a bit..." Yuta gets up and goes to the kitchen where he begins to boil some water. He pours it out of a kettle and adds some tea bags. "The caffeine should run through us pretty quick." he says as he hands Mali a mug, each containing about 10-12 oz/0.3-0.35 L each.
"It's on." she states confidently.
3:00 PM: They both downed their tea within this hour, and the atmosphere has correspondingly intensified because of it. Yuta now prefers to stand than sit, pacing over a small area to nervously distract himself. Mali maintains her composure and stays seated, but anxiously bounces in place, keeping her legs tucked tight. They started playing music in the room, since it was the only thing they could reasonably do while keeping everything together.
"Ooookay, next up..." Yuta exhales, "sit-ups!"
"Nooo! You're joking!" Mali exclaims in shock.
They lay their backs down next to each other with their knees up. Neither one can be completely still before they start, and laugh together with a hint of regret within each of them.
They begin their sit-ups, each letting out small moans at the peak of the crunch. On the fifth sit-up...
*fshh*
Mali lets out a squeak and drops her back to the ground. Yuta looks over grinning. Mali relaxes her legs and checks for the damage. A glistening spot appeared though her leggings for a moment before fading away. Her breathing quickens and Yuta briefly laughs. He goes to stand up, and as he tries to lift up his weight...
*frmmm*
He falls over before he could get up, a shocked look on his face. Mali dittos his expression.
"No way! You too!" she giggles, making sure not to laugh too hard.
No spot was formed because of the thickness of his pants, but Yuta mentally noted that his crotch was indeed wet and warm. "Holy shit, I let my guard down. Holy shit...wow..." He had never experienced such a strange feeling - pleasure, surprise, embarrassment, thrill - all at once before.
And so, the omo driven couple pushed on.
3:35 PM: They were getting close to their limits. Neither could sit, nor stand still. They walk around, in, and out of the room frequently, occasionally stopping to say something about bodily fluids to each other, "try not to think about Niagara Falls" and whatnot. They both would raise up a leg from time to time, anticipating then the next wave of desperation would flow over them.
"Really a predicament we have going on here." Yuta cringes out. "Really hope it doesn't last much long-"
He trips onto his side.
"-GER!"
*fshhrmm*
"Oh god..." A tiny visible dark spot formed next to his zipper.
*psht psht*
"Ah!~ Not yet!"
The dark spot was small, but the damage was high. Yuta felt that his crotch was soaked, and that drops leaked from his underwear to the side of his thighs. He took breaths in stagger. "Not....yet...!"
Mali watched in awe the one who was always on the receiving end of omo cripples from the pressure. But the fight was not up yet. "I almost peed there. Looks like someone is running out of time." she said snarkingly.
"A-A-apparently you too..." He responded, barely keeping himself together.
The two still had drive in them, albeit not very much.
3:47 PM: They had reached their endgame. Both were bursting, and yet neither had to tell the other because they wouldn't allow themselves to break focus of their goal. As Yuta realized the climatic nature of the situation, he proposed one last challenge.
"M-Mali. One m-more thing. One more challenge. Face each other, and stand still....first one to go to the bathroom loses." he forces out.
They stand in the room, next to the hallway towards the bathroom. It's just a quick right outside of the doorway and relief is theirs.
Yuta cements his feet into the ground, gripping the front of his khakis. Mali positions herself slightly hunched forward, he hands grasped in her groin, struggling to stay still.
*ps*
A small leak begins behind Mali's thighs, a shimmer on her leggings out of sight of Yuta. Mali's face contorts but tries to stay strong. The leak is low but doesn't stop. She fidgets.
*fst*
A small burst from Yuta. He clenches his hands harder and tightens everything in his body. A trickle of warmth shoots down his leg.
He stares unbroken in his focus. Mali crosses her legs and bends at the knees. Her *trickle* refuses to stop. Shimmering liquid starts to infiltrate her hand and seep through the front of her leggings. She points her eyebrows down. He does the same. She leaks more. He stays resilient. Her stream grows in power.
"ah fuck...."
*frshhhhhhh*
"SHIT"
Mali waddles quickly waddles away, small piss pellets dropping from behind her. As she walks by she rocks into Yuta's side, breaking his concentration.
*ffft, shsrhhhhhhh*
He winces. "no!" he gasps.
He also turns towards the hallway, but Mali is already entering the bathroom, pitter patters hitting the ground. She walks through and with two hands, simultaneously opening the toilet lid and shutting the door.
"NO!" Yuta shouts, a warm stream flowing through his underwear. He hears a *click* proceeded by a *shraaa* from the other side of the door.
"DON'T! LET ME IN! PLEASE!" he pleads.
He looks around towards the kitchen assuming that Mali made up her mind. He shuffles on over all the while drops fall from the bottom of his pants, a dark streak forming down the front. He spots the sink and rushes over, trying to undo his belt.
*SSHHHHHHHHH*
"AHH!~" Yuta lets out a sighing moan as he loses total control and total hope. His belt only unbuckled, his knees fall, too weak to support him as he floods out the contents of his bladder into his boxers, pants, onto the kitchen floor. Warm waterfalls dispose from his pantlegs. He kneels there in ecstasy. It was in this moment he felt what Mali felt after all this time.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, as soon as Mali locked the door, she sat down on the porcelain, her stream still gushing hard, and rapidly pulled her leggings and panties out of the way.
*SHRAAA*
She let out a satisfied groan as she too disposed of all that was build up over the last 4 hours. Her hands shined as pee dripped from them, and her leggings soaked in the last of the fluid that seeped through it, spreading over a larger area. She sat, knowing she lost, but got what she wanted to see most.
After they both finished, Yuta continued to sit in amazement and Mali threw off her leggings and underwear to walk out and witness his "defeat," unbothered by her dampness in the hallway. A trail was left from the bathroom door to a lake and a deeply soaked pair of khakis where Yuta remained.
"That spot on the floor has been pissed on 3 times too many and yet several times not enough." She giggled hysterically.
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Thanks for reading! Even if you skimmed, thanks for giving it a chance! I'm always trying to improve my writing, so if there's any tips or things you pointed out, please let me know, it would be a huge help. Also, if you enjoyed, leave a comment with a scenario you'd want to see Mali and/or Yuta in and I may get to writing about it one day! Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed! |
Before you read this, keep two things in mind. 1, this is a draft. And 2, this is 1000 words long roughly. If you have the patients to read all this, enjoy.
During orchestra class, Douglas felt the desperate need to pee. He shifted back and forth in his seat. He couldn’t cross his legs because he is a cello player, making the urgent need even worse. He couldn’t even squeeze his legs together because of the cello. He then regretted not going to the bathroom before. He fidgeted, tapping the cello, trying to distract himself from the tingling in his abdomen and pressure downwards on his penis. He felt he could hold it in, so he stayed in class and played. He was challenged by his friend to chug the rest of his water bottle for 10 dollars because his friend knew the fact that Douglas hadn’t used the bathroom all day so by then he needed to pee. Orchestra class started at 10:45, 4 hourse after he took his morning pee, and he already drank a liter and a halg of water over the 4 hours he’s been awake. He chugged his water, momentarily forgetting he needed to pee until after he had finished.
He still got his 10 dollars. But then, concentrating was hard for him because of the fact he had not gone to use the bathroom all day on top of drinking extra water. He REALLY needed to pee, now that he had drank that extra 500 ml of water. He kept chugging (no pun intended) through playing the pieces, trying to forget about needing to pee. He felt like there was a water balloon just placed inside of his pelvis. He kept tapping his foot, trying to forget about how he needed to pee really badly.
After 10 minutes, that water that he chugged hit Douglas hard. He moved the cello forward so he could squeeze his legs together and lean forward when he thought nobody was looking. He put his cello back in between his legs and clenched his buttcheeks which reduced the urge.
He was unable to stay still. He was squirming around, though despite that, nobody really questioned him because he has always been weird. “I need to pee so bad right now Oliver.” Douglas whispered to Oliver next to him. Oliver responded with “I know. That’s why I made you chug that water bottle.” before chuckling in amusement with adding to Douglas’s growing need to empty his full and ever filling bladder. “I saw that you hadn’t used the bathroom all day.” Oliver added onto his response to Douglas. “This is the worst I’ve ever had to pee before.” Douglas responded. “That’s not surprising, you always use the bathroom.” Oliver said in return.
His dick became semi erect because of the fact that his bladder was so full it was pushing down on his prostate and the fact that it is a normal function of the male body for the penis to become erect when needing to pee really badly. His friend, Oliver, teased him by loudly drinking water whenever the cellists did not have to play during class. Whenever Oliver did that, Douglas laughed, which did not help his predicament at all. It only causes pressure on his bladder, causing a jolt of pain in his abdomen each time. Every time that happened, he leaned forward, easing pressure off his bladder.
“How badly do you need to pee right now Douglas?” Oliver asked.
“I need to pee so bad bro. My stomach hurts. Like, the bottom part under my belly button.” Douglas explained.
“Honestly, I need to pee also. I had not used the bathroom either all day. It feels like there was a rock placed inside my pelvis.” Oliver finally admitted, knowing Douglas would figure out at some point, so he just decided to say it then and there.
Douglas was moving back and forth, side to side, and tensing his leg muscles, as if to move his legs together, but couldn’t because there was a cello in the way. By the twenty minute mark, it was cramping, and Douglas couldn’t hold it anymore. He had started to spurt also, and a wet spot appeared on his pants. The fact that he was tricked into drinking more water did not help his predicament whatsoever. When he got up to use the bathroom, he had to lean forward, taking as much pressure off of his bladder as possible. Each step was absolute torture, the sea of pee jossling around his bladder. But, he couldn’t hold it anymore, so he walked as quickly as he could, which was not quick enough, pee spurted out, and this time pee ended up visible. Oliver, also desperate to pee, caught up. He was visibly uncomfortable, and was holding his stomach as his bladder was hurting. He put his hand in his pocket to grab onto his erect dick. Oliver had obviously needed to go more badly, with his wet spot even bigger and him needing to stop in the middle of the hall midway to lean over and clench.
After 30 seconds of this, Douglas was ahead of Oliver, he would normally stop and wait for Oliver, but for obvious reasons, he couldn’t exactly stop. So Oliver ran over to him, which caused cramping all over his pelvis and his penis, causing his desperation to be much worse. He spurted for a good 5 seconds, pee now down the side of his leg. Oliver had an erect penis, so he couldn’t pee any more, Douglas on the other hand, after seeing his friend this desperate to pee, reminded him of his own desperation, he danced in place, grabbing himself and squirming around. A large spurt came out before he became erect also. They both barely made it to the bathroom. But before they got to the toilets, they realized they were fully erect, they didn’t feel the urge to pee, but felt the pain of their bladders and urethras cramping, keeping the pee inside. They still went to the bathroom at the same time. It was pure ecstasy for the both of them to finally pee, but especially Douglas because his bladder was far more sensitive with the fact that he never holds his pee whilst Oliver almost always holds his pee until he can barely hold it anymore, even during school hours which, admittedly, is not a good idea at all. |
Hey everyone, here's my first attempt at writing anything in years. From the perspective of a crafty ultrasound tech (non-con).
"Alright, hop off now. You're all done" I told my patient. She carefully slid off the table before taking quick, ginger steps outside my office and toward the bathroom.
I went into the waiting room to see my last patient of the day. He was freckle faced cutie in his mid-twenties with curly locks. His name was Parker, and I saw him for a pelvic ultrasound a couple weeks ago. Last time the poor thing practically tripped over his jeans as he ran out of my office, leaking and spurting.
Parker was doubled over, tensing his thighs and breathing laboriously. It was 5:15 and he had been scheduled for 4:30.
"Hey Parker, come on in." The young man stood up slowly and followed me with an awkward gait.
"Hop up on the table. I'm sorry for the wait, I scheduled you for the end of the day to give you a little more privacy" I half-lied. He blushed and darted his eyes to the ground. I locked my office door behind us and he didn't seem to notice. The privacy was perfect, but it was only part of my plan. He wasn't getting off easy this time. I gave him a little step stool to get up on the table, and told him to lie down.
"Alright Parker, raise your shirt a little, unbutton your jeans and slide them just past your pubic bone," I instructed. The anxious boy followed while squeezing his thighs together tightly.
"Now just relax, take a couple deep breaths," I said. Parker took a breath and shivered, getting goosebumps all over his body. I like to keep the office a bit colder than necessary and wear a cardigan myself. I love the effect it has on my desperate patients, especially when combined with the cool gel.
My poor boy was sweating, shaking and I hadn't touched him yet. I dabbed his forehead with a paper towel. He opened his big brown eyes, looked straight into mine, and I could see tears start to well.
"Don't worry, Parker. We'll get through this quickly and you won't have to come back, ok?" I whispered sweetly in his ear.
"Ok" he closed his eyes again and braced for the ultrasound. He tried to keep from shivering as I applied the gel. I grabbed my probe and gently laid it on his stomach, right above his belly button. His bladder was bulging and his muscles were all tensed up.
"You're doing so good for me" I whispered, this time a little sultrier, "such a good boy". He seemed to notice the change in my voice and shifted his body. I started moving the probe gently across his abdomen. As I looked at the monitor, I noticed his bladder was way too full for the scan. Normally I would have my patient release a little and return, but I couldn't let this squirming little cutie go.
Parker's face was pink with effort, and his whole body was shaking trying to hold in the flood. Once I moved the probe lower onto his bladder, he groaned in discomfort.
"It's ok, sweetheart. Why don't you grab hold of your cock for me?" He looked up at me a little bewildered.
"Well, wouldn't it help you hold if you could squeeze off the exit?" The desperate boy, in no position to argue, grabbed hold of his cock and started squeezing against the contractions of his bladder.
"Turn on your right side" I said softly, tucking a curl behind his ear. His cock stiffened in his hands. He groaned and turn his body over slowly, so as to not aggravate the contents of his bladder further.
"That's my good boy," I said and wiped the gel off his stomach. Since I wasn't going to get any images, I wanted to feel his bladder for myself. I stood behind him and gently placed one palm on his lower abdomen, pushing the rest of his body back into me. His cute little ass ended up grinding against my pussy as he tried to escape my hand. I gently palpated his bladder, bulging from his pubic area all the way past his belly button. It was so firm to the touch and I wondered how much time he had before the inevitable.
"Please!" he yelled out, surprising even himself.
"Ok, I'll help", I said as I grabbed his cock too. I squeezed nice and tight below his head. "Nothing is coming out until I say so, ok? We have to finish your exam." I said sternly. He whined like a puppy and flapped his thighs before squeezing them tight again. Poor thing, I thought, knowing he would have to come back and go through all of this a third time. I started slowly pumping his little cock, and Parker began to moan. At this point he must've been seeing stars. His arms slumped, he stopped trying to exert control and gave himself up completely. I continued to stroke his little cock firmly while breathing a little heavily into his ear.
"Please" he said more quietly, with wanting. I didn't know whether he was asking to piss or for me to continue, but I took the opportunity to lead the way.
"Stay nice and hard for me, sweetie. It'll be so much easier for you to hold it." I purred. At this point my patient was drooling on the table, desperately in need. I could feel his heart pounding fast and his cock getting ever harder. I pinned his left shoulder down, forcing the boy to fall harshly on his back, sloshing his bladder.
"Fuck!" he yelled out.
"Now, there's no need for that kind of language in my office young man," I reprimanded him.
"Sorry--gotta piss--sorry" was all I got out of him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing became shallow.
"You'll have your time," I said "right after I'm done with you, you can race down to the bathroom and finally have a nice, long, relaxing piss" I teased. He whined again as I kept a steady hand down on his bladder and continued stroking with the other. He groaned in pain and tried to curl into himself.
"Please please I have to pee so badly can we reschedule please?" he begged me.
"Sorry dear, I'm all booked up and won't have another appointment for six weeks. Let's try to make it through this one and it'll be your last," I lied.
"AH!!" He yelped and his hands flew down to his cock, squeezing mine too as he desperately fought for control.
"Please I can't anymore I can't!" he cried. He tried to get up, but couldn't fight with his bladder so full. He gasped and tears started to flow down his pretty cheeks.
"It's ok, I know it hurts but it's going to be ok. You're a a big boy and you're going to hold all that hot piss inside for me until we're finished." I tried to pry his hands off his cock but he kept squirming away. I gave him a quick slap, which took him by surprise, and grabbed his jaw in my hand.
"Listen to me Parker, the only way you're getting through this is by following my instructions carefully. Is that understood?" The scared young man nodded in submission.
"Good," I said, "Now take your hands off that cock." The sweaty, pained boy carefully lifted finger after finger, with a gentle sob.
"PLEASE--" he cried, and I slapped him again. This time harder. The sting felt warm against my palm and I lingered on his cheek, wiping away his tears. The other hand went down to squeeze him.
"Watch your tone with me," I told him. To his horror, I loosened my grip on his cock, and he immediately began to spurt. I squeezed him shut and he groaned loudly. His piss dribbled down, wetting his jeans and briefs. I started to let go every few seconds, and spurt after spurt leaked out of his abused little cock. Bit by bit, I allowed him relief, a few seconds at a time.
By the time Parker was able to empty half his bladder, he was completely exhausted. He managed to gather himself once the worst of the urgency wore off, and wiped away his tears.
"You were such a good boy for me," I whispered tenderly, and let him empty the rest of his bladder uninterrupted. His eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure.
"Let's get you cleaned up and send you home."
Edited February 16 by Kasey
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Chapter 2: The Statue Unveiling
After Marceline’s accident, she realized that she enjoyed peeing herself. Like, a lot. Following the concert, she started peeing herself all the time, though these times on purpose. On one occasion, she wet herself on Bonnie’s lap while the two were watching a movie. Bonnibel pretended she didn’t enjoy it, but Marceline knew better from the look on her face. Bonnie admittedly was curious about what peeing yourself is like, but the thought of actually doing it was far too embarrassing.
One day, she was hosting a party outside of her castle in the candy kingdom. It was to celebrate the unveiling of a new statue. It featured many of the citizens of the candy kingdom, with Bonnibel in the middle.
Finn, Jake, Huntress Wizard, Marceline, and most of the citizens of the Candy Kingdom were all present. Princess Bubblegum was standing near the snack table, drinking punch.
“Yo, P.B! Sweet party!” Finn came up to her with Huntress Wizard next to him.
“Thanks, Finn! I think you’ll like the statue.”
"Cool! I don't suppose you could give me a hint-"
“Ahem.” Huntress said, who was fidgeting around and looking uncomfortable.
“Oh yeah. Do you know where the nearest bathroom is?” Finn asked.
“That would be in my room. Do you remember where it is?”
“Yeah, thanks, Peebs!” Finn started walking towards the castle, with Huntress in his hand, who was holding her crotch with her other hand.
Seeing Huntress Wizard having to pee made Bonnie realize she had a growing pang in her bladder. “ It’s fine, ” She thought. “ I can wait until after the party. ”
She went around to all the party guests, ensuring they were all having a good time, getting snack requests for the kitchen, and (much to her bladder’s dismay) giving them refills on their drinks.
Eventually, she got a chance to settle down and take a breather. She looked over and saw Huntress was back, and looking more relaxed (albeit still out of her element). Bonnie was reminded of her bladder’s need once again, leading to her to start fidgeting around in her seat.
“Hey, Bonnibel~” Marceline appeared behind Bubblegum, surprising her.
“Eep!” Bonnie let out, leaking a little in her panties.
"You good?" Marceline asked. "You've been looking pretty on edge the past few minutes."
"I'm fine. Just… feeling a little on edge."
"I've known you for like, a gazillion years, Bonnie," Marceline said. ( Definitely an over-exaggeration, but point taken.) P.B thought.) "I can tell when you're lying.”
Bonnie leaked a bit and shivered. “I need to use the bathroom, okay?”
“So just go,” Marcy said nonchalantly. “We’re in front of your castle aren’t we?”
“Eugh…” Bubblegum groaned. ”I can’t do that, something might go wrong while I’m gone!”
“Then wet yourself; with that big-ass dress, no one will notice, as long as you stand up.”
Bonnie’s face turned bright red. “I can’t do that! We aren’t standing on grass; someone will have to clean it up!”
“Kay; it doesn’t matter to me if you do it on purpose or on accident.” Marcy said, with a smirk and a wink on her face, floating off.
Bonnie blushed even harder at the implication. “ She’s wrong, ” She thought. “ I won’t wet myself; we’ll reveal the statue soon, then I can wrap up the party, and go pee. ” Bonnie looked at her watch. It read 14:58. “ We can start a bit early. ”
“Okay, everybody! We’re about to unveil the statue, so gather around!!” She shouted.
Bubblegum got behind the podium and discreetly crossed her legs. “C-citizens of the Candy K-kingdom! I-it is with great honor I present to y-you a new statue for the square of the city! This statue is dedicated to-” She felt herself leak and let out an audible squeak. The audience looked at her in confusion, and Marceline looked at her with a shit-eating grin.
“Eheheh.” Bonnie let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that. As I was saying, t-this statue is dedicated to the heroes of the Candy Kingdom for all of their hard work and dedication to p-protecting us from… Eugh.” She groaned. Urine started flowing out of her again, but this time she couldn’t stop it.
The speech.
“Umm… for… protecting us from GOLB last year.” She felt her pantaloons under her dress becoming soaked as the pee flowed down her legs. “Without f-further ado, presenting the city square’s new statue! Motioning to Peppermint Butler (who was slowly becoming his old self) to uncover the statue, the audience all “oohed” and “ahhed” at the statue. (Peebs heard a big “Woah!” from Finn. The statue was of many soldiers who fought at The Battle Of The Candy Kingdom including Finn, Jake, BMO, Huntress Wizard, Marceline, P.B herself, and a bunch of banana guards most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between.
Bonnie let a small sigh out as felt her bladder deflate. Looking down, she saw the rim of her dress becoming wet from her puddle. “ Shoot. I gotta get out of here. ” She thought. “Pep! You’re in charge! I just… er remembered I have to do something!”
She quickly ran off, with Marceline following suit. The young Peppermint Butler was left confused. As soon as she entered the castle she started rushing up to her room, with a trail of pee following her. She tried to hold on, but by the time she was up to her room, her bladder was already empty. Bonnie fell to her knees, letting out a big sigh.
“Feeling relieved Bonnibel?” Marceline said from behind her.
“Gah! You need to stop sneaking up on me like that!”
Marcy snickered. “Sorry, Bonnie. I saw you had a little… accident.” Gesturing to her now-soaked dress.
There was a moment of silence between the couple. Bubblegum’s face was bright red. Eventually, Marceline spoke up. “So, did you enjoy it?” She said bluntly.
“W-what!? What do you mean by that!?”
“Did you enjoy it the same way I enjoy it?”
“Well… I didn’t enjoy wetting myself in front of everyone, even though no one realized what I was doing. But… the relief and warmth… that was pretty good.”
Marcy began to get nervous. “And would you be… willing… to do this sort of thing in the future?”
“As long as it’s in private, sure.”
A grin appeared on Marcy’s face. “Well, we’re in your bedroom… and I had a lot to drink during the party.”
Bubblegum’s face turned into a horny, excited, smile. |
A/N: This chapter contains male omo. If you don't like that, don't read!
Chapter 3: Hunting
When Huntress Wizard suggested a hunting trip, Finn was nervous. Despite being a renowned warrior, he had never gone hunting before, other than the whole “Grumbo” situation. But he figured it was a good opportunity to bond with his girlfriend, so he decided to go along with her.
They were currently hunting a beast H.W. referred to as an “Obsidian Wolf” which are Fire Wolves that have been exposed to water, making them much larger, tougher, and bloodthirsty. Huntress Wizard stopped suddenly and looked down to tracks in the dirt. “We’re close, get down.” She whispered to Finn.
Finn followed her instructions, getting into a crouching position. He slowly walked forward with H.W. They both reached the tip of a slope and got excited, seeing the tracks lead into a cave, however, the excitement quickly left as the pair realized that the same tracks just led back out, heading in another direction. H.W. sighed in disappointment. “Let’s check out the cave real quick before continuing .” She said.
As they walked towards the cave Finn felt a slight pain in his abdomen. He was hoping this wouldn’t go on much longer; he had to pee, and he personally didn’t like going in the woods, at least not with his girlfriend with him, especially since they had only been officially dating The two walked into the cave and gasped at the sight of many bones spread throughout it.
“So this is its lair…” Huntress said. She turned back to Finn. “I have an idea. Let’s wait it out here, and wait for it to come back. I’ll place some bait in the middle of the cave, and we’ll climb on top of the rocks with crossbows.
“Sounds like a plan!” Finn said with a thumbs up. After Huntress planted the bait, the two climbed up on the rock and got in position. Finn felt his bladder sending signals to his brain. He squeezed his legs together.
“Take this.” Huntress said, handing Finn a crossbow.
“Woah, sick!” Finn said, admiring the weapon.
"Feel free to keep it, I have a bunch of them."
"Nice, thanks!"
"Alright, now let's settle down and get into position, I don't know how long it will take to come, so get comfortable.”
Finn got on his knees and kept his eyes on the entrance. After ten minutes, Finn began to feel thirsty. He took out his water canteen and took a big gulp out of it. He knew it was a bad idea but was too thirsty to care. Thirty minutes later he was beginning to feel regrets over that. He began to squirm around, feeling the pain in his bladder. Within a few minutes, he felt his loins become damp. Finn let out a small moan.
“Finn! Keep it down!” Huntress whispered. Until just now, she had been keeping her eyes firmly on the entrance.
“I…I need to…” Finn nervously squeezed his legs together. “It’s nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable? If you’ve changed your mind about this whole thing we can-”
“N-no! It’s not that! I just… really need to pee.”
Huntress looked inquisitively. “Then go.”
Finn blushed at her bluntness. “I’m a bit nervous about… y’know, going outside and junk.”
Huntress chuckled. “You? If I recall correctly, one of the first things you said to me was, ‘I’m quite agile when I’m nude!’ (She said in a high-pitched voice, mocking Finn) I didn’t think you had any shame in you.”
“Yeah, well, I had a… traumatizing experience when I was younger.”
“Whatever the case, you should go, unless you want a pair of soaked shorts. Plus, the smell of your urine might make the Obsidian Wolf come faster.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll go.” Finn began to get up carefully, his bladder threatening to spill its contents.
“Wait, get down!” Huntress whisper-shouted.
Finn complied and got down, much to the annoyance of his bladder. He was about to ask Huntress Wizard what was wrong when he saw a looming figure at the entrance of the cave. It was the Obsidian Wolf. The great beast had pitch-black rocky skin, with cracks along it revealing lava. Its eyes were bright orange, matching the lava.
The combination of surprise from the beast appearing, and having his relief taken from him caused Finn’s bladder to give up. The warm liquid soaked his underwear and soon moved onto his shorts. He let out a small whimper.
The wolf had reached the raw meat that Huntress had set out in the middle of the room. “Two shots should take this one down, we’ll shoot on five. Rember to aim for the cracks or his eyes. If your gonna take an eye, take the left one. . 5…4…”
Finn tried to aim for the eye but given the fact that he was actively peeing himself, and having said pee pool around him, was causing his hand to shake.
“3…2…1”
They both took a shot, Huntress’ hit directly in the eye, and Finn’s unfortunately just hitting it on the nose.
“Shit.” Huntress said. The Obsidian Wolf roared with anger. Huntress (who still didn’t realize Finn was peeing himself) got up and took out throwing knives. The Wolf pounced at them, and in just the nick of time, H.W. threw one of the knives into the left eye. The Wolf collapsed in midair, before colliding with the rock the pair was kneeling on, causing it to collapse.
Huntress grunted briefly before getting up and letting out a cheer of victory. She went over to The Obsidian Wolf’s corpse and broke the rocky skin apart, revealing a bright orange orb, which Huntress swiftly grabbed, her hands carefully avoiding the magma surrounding it. “Nice.” She said, putting it in her satchel.
“Hehe, Finn, come over here, this is gonna sell for a who- oh.” Huntress had finally noticed the wet patch on Finn’s shorts, which were beyond drenched.
Finn covered his blushing face with his hands. “Ugh, I can’t believe I peed myself. I’m an adult now, I can’t be having accidents.” Tears began forming in his eyes.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. It happens to everyone sometimes. You just got unlucky.”
“You're just trying to make me feel better, I bet you’ve never peed yourself.
“Well, not anytime recently,” She said, blushing. “Besides, I’ve had plenty of close calls, as you saw at Bubblegum’s party.”
Finn continued to blush and looked at the ground in silence.
“You know this doesn’t make me view you any differently right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “C’mon, let’s head back to my place. I can lend you some clothes.”
Finn nodded and the couple walked home hand in hand. |
Chapter 4: Date Night
Finn and Huntress Wizard looked in awe as they opened the door to the restaurant. The place was covered in gold and had a giant chandelier in the middle. The two were on a date in a restaurant in The Candy Kingdom. Finn suggested the place to Huntress, who was still very nervous around crowds despite spending years in Wizard City. However, she still wanted to go to the restaurant and loved Finn, so she agreed. Huntress dressed in a yellow dress with matching yellow high heels and even took off her mask for once. She didn’t have many clothes, but Marceline helped her pick these out in preparation for the date. Finn was wearing a tuxedo but kept his classic hat on.
“Can I help you?” Asked the candy host, who snapped the couple out of their trance.
“Oh yes,” Finn said. “Table for two, please!”
“Of course, right this way, Sir and Madam.” The two sat down on the seats that the host led them to. “Your menus will be with you shortly.
Within a few minutes, a waiter came out, gave them their menus, and poured water into their glasses. Over time Huntress started feeling more flustered, and she wasn't used to being around so many people at once.
"You good, HW?" Finn asked.
"Yeah… I'm just a bit uneasy."
"Well, why don't you drink some water? It helps with nerves."
"Good idea." She gulped the water down in a few seconds. "Refill, please!" She called out to the waiter. Huntress proceeded to have four more glasses of water over the next few minutes.
A waiter once again came to their table. “May I take your order?”
“I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs!” Finn said. “What about you, H.W.?”
“Oh! Umm…” Huntress wiped the sweat off her forehead. She forgot to read the menu. “I’ll have the same as him. And a soda, please.” The waiter wrote down her order on a notepad and walked off.
“Sorry, I forgot to check the menu.”
“It’s okay. It’s cute seeing you so flustered.” Finn said with a smirk.
Huntress blushed for a few minutes until another waiter came with her soda. As she did with her other drinks, she quickly gulped it down. Once the green girl finished, she felt a familiar feeling in her abdomen. She had to pee. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, alright?” She said to Finn.
“Kay.” Finn replied.
Huntress Wizard got up and walked over to the woman’s toilet, only to groan when she realized a lengthy line stretching outside the bathroom. She let out a sigh and got in line.
Ten minutes passed, and the line barely progressed, leaving Huntress doing a subtle potty dance. She looked back at the table, seeing that her food had just arrived. She debated staying in line vs. going back to the table. She ultimately decided to head back since the line wasn't moving.
"Ah, your back," Finn said. "Our dinner came while you were gone."
Huntress Wizard began chowing down on her food, eating sloppily whilst trying to ignore the growing sensation in her bladder. Finn looked at her strangely; he was used to eating with her, but they were in a public restaurant, and he didn't want to get kicked out.
"Hey, HW? Slow down a bit, okay?
"Hm? Oh, y-yeah, sorry." Huntress said nervously.
"Are you uncomfortable? If you're not up to this, we can leave early."
"No! I-it's nothing. I need to pee, that's all."
"Oh. But didn't you go a few minutes ago?"
"No, the line was too long, and I didn't want to keep you waiting."
"You don't need to worry about that!" Finn exclaimed. "C'mon, why don't you go back? The line might've cleared up."
Huntress agreed and returned to the restroom. She was delighted to see that the line was now gone; before that, emotion was superseded by disappointment when she saw an "Out of Order" sign on the door. “Fuck.”
"No luck?" Finn asked, seeing her back so soon.
"Nope. The bathroom is out of order."
"Geez. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"We can leave early if you want."
"I'm fine… Just… Gotta hold it."
Huntress began eating even faster while wiggling around in her seat, desperately trying to hold it in. Finn also started eating more quickly, no longer caring what anyone thought of them anymore, just wanting his girlfriend to get to the bathroom dry. Finally, Huntress finished up and was about ready to leave, but was disappointed to see her boyfriend was still eating.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait. I’ll just ask for the check.” Finn said in response to seeing her reaction.
True to his word, Finn asked the waiter for the check, and the waiter left to get it. Waiting for him to return felt like torture to the girl, and she leaked, causing her to whimper and frantically start shaking.
“Hold on, H.W., just a few more minutes,” Finn reassured her. “Look, he’s coming back!”
Huntress continued her silent holding. Finn just gave a bunch of coins to the waiter, telling him to keep the change. He took Huntress by the hand and led her out of the restaurant. Huntress felt another leak dampen her panties, and she whimpered. “Finn? I don’t think I’m gonna make it.”
“Oh shoot. Uh… okay, this way.” Finn led his desperate girlfriend to an ally. “Okay, you can go now.
Huntress wasted no time doing what Finn told her to. She squatted down, hiking up her dress. And, not bothering to pull down her panties, she let go. Huntress moaned as she felt the warm liquid soaking her underwear. It pooled around her, forming a puddle. A look of ecstasy appeared on her face. She had accidents and close calls before, but nothing compared to the pure bliss and relief this gave her. She let out another more prolonged moan while closing her eyes.
She continued peeing for a minute before stopping with a sigh of relief. Huntress opened her eyes and looked down to inspect the damage. As expected, her panties were soaked entirely, being almost see-through. There were also streaks of urine rolling down her legs. Some of the pee splashed onto the back of her dress, but maybe Finn wouldn’t noti-
“OHMYGOSHFINN!” She thought. Quickly looking around, she saw Finn respectfully looking away, keeping guard for her. She was grateful he couldn’t see, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hear.
“I’m- um… I’m done.”
“Did you… make it?
“Errr… not really. My dress got mostly spared, at least.”
“Ah… well, I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing; none of this is your fault.”
“Sorry- wait, I mean- ugh.”
Huntress giggled. “C’mon, you can turn around.”
Finn followed her order, nervously turning around, and H.W. quickly saw something wrong with his pants- he had a boner. Huntress’s face became even redder than it was upon realizing her boyfriend enjoyed what he heard. Did Finn… have a piss fetish? She supposed he looked pretty cute when he had his accident in that cave. And she won't pretend she wasn’t just moaning from peeing herself.
“Listen, I know you told me to stop saying sorry, but-”
“AHEM! How about we just head home and pretend we both didn’t just get off on me peeing myself, okay?”
Finn blushed. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” |
Chapter 7: A Hectic Morning
Fionna snored loudly as she slept. The snoring soon stopped, and her eyes slowly opened to the blinding sunlight coming through her window. She groaned and tried to go back to sleep to no avail. Her eyes were already exposed to the horrible sunlight. Slowly, she turned over to see her alarm clock. Her eyes widened, seeing that it was 7:50. Her work starts at 8.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Fionna shouted to no one in particular.
“Meow?” Her cat, Cake looked at her curiously.
“Ugh! Why did my alarm not go off!?” Fionna quickly threw off her pyjamas and put on her uniform. As she grabbed her keys and wallet she eyed her bathroom and considered going. She felt the urge to go, but she remembered how late she was and shrugged it off.
“Okay Cake, I’m heading to work, be good.”
“Meooooow.” Cake said lazily.
Fionna locked her door and headed down her apartment’s stairway. She opened the front door to the disgusting city air. She groaned. She seriously didn't want to go to work today. But alas, she walked down the front steps and started to walk to her bus stop. A loud noise from the road to her side took her out of her thoughts. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, seeing her bus driving past her. She quickly started running, chasing after the bus. Luckily, she got to the bus stop just before the doors closed. She reached into her pocket, grabbed a few cents, and gave them to the driver.
Sitting down, she finally got to relax for the first time since she got up this morning. She looked at her watch. It read ‘7:55’.
“ I just might make it if I run .” Fionna thought to herself. Now that she wasn’t running around, her bladder reminded her of her need. Fionna squeezed her legs together, slightly regretting her decision not to use the bathroom. But she shrugged it off, reassuring herself by reminding her that she would’ve missed the bus if she had gone.
The bus soon came to a stop and Fionna ran off. She felt her pee slosh around as she ran, making her lightly whimper. After a few minutes, the cafe she worked at came into view. She crashed into the door, causing a loud noise throughout the room. All the customers lining up looked at her with confused expressions on their faces.
“Hehe, sorry.” She said sheepishly.
Fionna quickly moved behind the counter, next to Gumball, her co-worker. “Where were you, Fionna? I’ve been covering for you since we opened. The boss is mad!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my alarm clock didn’t go off this morning, and I-”
Gumball sighed. “No, it’s alright Fionna, I’m sorry for lashing out. Let’s just get to work.”
“Right.” Fionna started to serve the customers. After taking a customer’s order, she went over to the coffee. Pouring the coffee reminded her of her bladder’s need, but she couldn’t go now! Gumball is already pissed (no pun intended) off, and she couldn’t leave already! She’ll just have to go when her break comes.
“You alright, Fionna?” Gumball asked, seeing her struggling.
“O-oh, yeah! J-just, y’know! Tired. Didn’t have any coffee this morning.”
“Well, we’re in a cafe, aren’t we? Here, the customers are slowing down, I’ll make you one!”
“Um… sure!” Fionna said nervously. Having coffee at this stage was probably dangerous, but she couldn’t say no to Gumball. Admittedly, she had a bit of a crush on him and it made her unable to have an extended conversation without saying something stupid.
Gumball made the coffee and handed it to her with a smile on his face. Fionna took it with a nervous chuckle and started gulping it down, much to her bladder’s annoyance. She returned to work, taking customers' orders and making their coffee. As the next hour passed, she continued to writhe in pain as her bladder demanded emptying.
“Is everything alright, Fionna?”
“W-what? I mean, I’m all good!” Fionna nervously said, shivering.
“Do you, um… need to go ?”
“W-what? No!”
Gumball eyed her curiously.
“Okay, fine, I do. But I can’t go now, you said it yourself! The boss is pissed, I can’t take a break now.”
“She can’t stop you from peeing! Just go!” He pointed to a door with “Employees Only” written on it.
Fionna gulped and obliged. She opened the door to the break room where there was also a door to where the boss of the pair was sitting, her office. She was a woman with short blonde hair and wore extravagant clothing. “Hm? Fionna? It isn’t your break yet, is it?”
“Well no-”
“So why are you back here? There isn’t a fire is there?”
“No, but-”
“Well then tell me why!”
Fionna let out a quiet growl, impatient with The Boss’s constant interrupting. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Well, Fionna, you do realise you were very late this morning, don’t you?”
“It was only ten minutes! I came as soon as I could, I didn’t even have breakfast this morning!”
“Regardless, you made some customers very mad today. So I need you to get back out there, okay?” She said in a nice, but menacing tone.
Fionna hated her passive-aggressiveness but she kept her hatred silent. Without saying anything, she went back out to the cafe.
“That was quick.” Gumball commented.
“She didn’t let me go.”
“What!? That’s bullshit!”
“It’s fine, Gumball, I can hold it.” Fionna honestly didn’t believe her own words.
Gumball, however, ignored her words and grabbed her hand. He walked over to the break room and shoved open the door. The boss saw this and quickly ran over. “No, no, no, Gumball. Remember what we discussed regarding not leaving the front desk unattended?”
“Fionna needs to use the bathroom.”
“And she can wait.”
“No, she can’t.”
While the two continued to argue, Fionna shoved her free hand into her crotch. Her bladder was overflowing, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on. “G-Gumball?” She said weakly. It went unheard over his arguing. “Gumball!” She said again, louder.
Noticing her this time, Gumball released her hand and looked over at her. Fionna put her other hand on her crotch as well, but it was too late for her poor bladder. There was silence for a second as pee filled her panties. Then, a dark patch started growing on her brown pants. Fionna let out a high-pitch whine and removed her hands from her crotch.
The dark patch kept growing and growing, and a puddle formed around her. Customers began looking over at the commotion, seeing her accident. Tears began forming in Fionna’s eyes, humiliated by what was going on. After another minute of peeing, her stream slowly started to die down.
After it completely stopped, the boss cleared her throat. “Please come into my office, Fionna. Gumball, please clean this up.”
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Fionna let out a big sigh as she relaxed in the bathtub. She’s been in there for a while, but she didn’t care, after the hectic day she had. It felt so nice to just lie down in the water. Maybe so nice that she could… She slowly put her hand on her pussy and started to-
Her phone rang. Damn it. She stood up and grabbed her phone out of her discarded pants, before sitting back into her bath. She checked the screen to see who was calling and saw Gumball’s name on the screen. The memories from earlier today flooded back, much to her embarrassment. She pressed the green “answer” button.
“Hey, Gumball, what’s up?”
“I just got off work, and I wanted to make sure you were doing alright after today.”
“I’m fine, I’m just in the bath right now,” (Unbeknownst to her, that caused Gumball to blush on the other side of the phone.) “and I’ll probably do my laundry tomorrow, I’m way too tired to clean it now.”
“And, uh, she didn’t fire you, did she? She seemed pretty upset when she called you into her office.”
“What? No! She gave me a week off, fully paid, I guess to keep my mouth shut or whatever.
“Oh, so it wasn’t all bad then, right?”
“Yeah, but walking home in wet pants was still really embarrassing.”
“I imagine so.”
“Well, uh, I’m gonna go back to relaxing and junk.”
“Enjoy.”
She hung up. “Now, where was I?” She looked down at her crotch.
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Finally, Suresh saw a gymnasium and hurried towards it, hoping to use the urinals there, but to his dismay, the door to the gymnasium was locked. His bladder felt like it had a knife stabbing from inside, it was filled with an awful lot of urine. It was so full in fact that he couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk and the thought of looking further for a toilet terrified him.
He had to piss like a racehorse but had nowhere to go; he squeezed his cock in desperation, stuck in his dilemma while he stood there, his bladder about to explode with the force of a nuclear bomb when he heard a familiar voice call out to him "Suresh! What are you doing here? I thought you left for home already," he turned around to see it was Nemali, "Come on, I'll drive you home," she said.
“Oh, Nemali ma'am, is that you? I-I'm dying for the loo” Suresh blurted out, relieved to see someone he knew as he hobbled towards the Mercedes Maybach S650 she was sitting in, “Oh, thank goodness, could you drop me home? I can’t wait for a piss!” he sighed, embarrassed at admitting his predicament while struggling to walk towards her car, stricken with panic as he reached for the door and gratefully climbed in next to her.
Nemali was a bit taken aback at his sudden confession. Being the Chief Financial Officer of the company, she had not expected a subordinate to be so upfront with her, “How long have you been standing here?” she asked as she saw him struggling to put on his seat belt, “I thought you went home?”
“Oh, I have been waiting here for almost half an hour” he said, “Couldn’t book a cab and the one that I got showed a 1-Hour wait until pick up.”
“Oh, that sounds bad,” Nemali said as she drove.
"Oh, thank you so much for helping me, I don’t know what I would have done had you not shown up" Suresh sighed gratefully as he crossed his knees tightly, hoping to give some rest to his foot long cock while he put a hand firmly on his upper thigh.
Nemali smiled and said, "No problem. We're a team, and we should look out for each other."
“Oh, t-thank you so much...you don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, “S-so how was your day?” he asked her, trying to divert the conversation and take his mind off from his pressing need.
“Oh, it was great,” she answered, “How about you?”
“It was good, just really busy, I'm glad it's over…but..err…Nemali Ma’am, I am sorry to bother you, but would you know of any toilets nearby?” Suresh abruptly asked, bending a bit forward, his need becoming very urgent.
Nemali couldn’t believe that he could dare to speak like that in front of her, moreover she could not believe that he would even think that a polished and high status woman like her would know of someplace so dirty and despicable like a public toilet, “I am sorry, Suresh but I don’t know,” Nemali answered, “Don’t worry, you’ll be home soon…” she told him.
“Oh, thank you… could you please hurry,” he pleaded to her. He had never held his piss this long ever before in his life.
“Oh dear, looks like you are bursting,” Nemali sighed at his plight.
“Oh, you have no idea how full my bladder had gotten during the last visit, I really thought I wasn’t going to make it back to the office,” he struggled for a breath, “I thought so many times to just ask the client to excuse me for minute while I quickly used the toilet on the property but then I…I realized that doing so would come across as really unprofessional and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my boss….”
"Wait, you've been waiting all that time?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you use the toilet at the office?"
"Oh, that's where I was headed as soon as I got back from the home tour," Suresh explained. "But the urinals were closed for cleaning, so I couldn't use them. That's why I decided to get a cab and go home instead."
Nemali’s heart skipped a beat, “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that,” she tried to console him, “Well, just asking, when was the last time you went to the toilet anyway?” she inquired, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could.
“Well, this is embarrassing but I couldn’t visit the toilet today because of all the work,” Suresh forced his words as he labored for his breath.
Nemali looked at him in disbelief ,”Oh you must be going out of your mind needing the loo then!,” she said, unable to fathom how he had managed to hold on for so long.
Suresh just hoped she drover faster. He didn't want to tell her how much he had to drink that day but by when he had stepped out of the office to show properties to his clients that morning, he had already emptied a whole 20-liter water can, fueling up for what he knew would be a long day. It hadn’t stopped there though. Throughout the day, he had consumed almost 24 cups of extra-large Trenta cups of coffee from Starbucks, each holding a whopping 31 ounces and while showing properties to his clients, he was able to enjoy a total of 12 pots of the green tea, offered by the hospitable hosts or occupants, he drank it for the health of his kidneys as he had made sure to stay hydrated and energized throughout his busy day of property showings, fueling up on his favorite beverages and not letting thirst get in the way of his work.
He let out a sigh, finally being able to focus on holding his river of piss now that he knew he was on his way home. "Oh, thank you so much, you have no idea how much I need to go," he again said gratefully. He did not want to think what he would do if he could not reach his home on time before his bladder exploded, he just hoped that would not happen.
"Don't worry about it," Nemali said, smiling.
His bladder had felt like a boulder while he had been trying to get inside that gymnasium, it was so full he wasn’t even able to take a step, but he thanked God when Nemali showed up at the right time, though now his need was more urgent than before and he knew it was going to be a very close call.
Nemali on the other hand felt a bit tired after her day at work. She was a thorough professional who prioritized her work above all else. Now at the age of twenty-four, Nemali was the Chief Financial Officer of the real estate firm, with her sights set on becoming the CEO in the next few years. Nemali's academic achievements had been nothing short of stellar. She had secured a seven-figure scholarship while applying to the state university to pursue a degree in Economics where she eventually went on to secure the highest rank in all of her semesters. Her friends even called her a "Human Calculator" in teasing.
She had been a multifaceted champion, excelling in both chess and badminton during her school and university years and had a reputation as a tenacious and versatile chess player, recognized as the unofficial state champion, and a dominant force in badminton for well over a decade, with gold medals in state and national championships.
While completing her undergraduate studies, she had taken on the Chartered Accountancy examinations and also enrolled in a rigorous Chartered Financial Analyst program. She studied for the exams while pursuing her undergraduate degree and cleared all three levels of the CFA program in just two years. After completing her undergraduate degree and achieving the CA and CFA qualifications, Nemali had decided to pursue an MBA in Finance from a top business school in the country. She enrolled in the program and was soon recognized as a top performer, earning several accolades and awards for her academic achievements. She was young and beautiful and she had achieved what only a few exceptional individuals could. Her expertise and professional prowess had set her apart from the vast majority of professionals in her field.
Nemali had always cared deeply about her appearance and always dressed in stylish clothes, suits with trousers or skirts, and looked every bit a fashion model. Though Nemali's stunning beauty was often the talk of the office, she had never paid attention to her colleagues who could not help but gaze in awe as she walked down the hallways of the office building. Many of them had tried to win her heart, but to no avail. Nemali had politely turned down every marriage proposal, explaining that her career was her only priority. While some may have found this attitude surprising, it was no secret that Nemali was fiercely driven and focused towards her goals. Her ambition was evident in everything she did, from her impressive academic record to her rapid ascent up the corporate ladder.
She lived an extravagant lifestyle, with a wardrobe filled with designer clothing and accessories. She enjoyed visiting the most exclusive and opulent restaurants, known for their high-quality food, impeccable service, and luxurious atmosphere. Her dining choices ranged from Michelin-starred restaurants to trendy hotspots that catered to the elite, where she could enjoy exotic delicacies and the finest vintage wines. With a penchant for luxury, she was particularly drawn to restaurants with stunning views or lavish interiors that matched her high-end lifestyle.
She had even made a significant investment in purchasing a luxurious apartment last year that sprawled across four floors of a high-rise building situated in the prime location of the city. The opulent space was a testament to Nemali's success and reflected her refined taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. From the panoramic views to the premium amenities, Nemali had spared no expense in curating her dream home.
It was almost around 7 PM now which put them at the city tunnel in the height of rush hour traffic. Getting through the tunnel at this time in the evening usually took about a half hour and the fact that the distance from Suresh’s home to the tunnel was almost thirty minutes by what he had told her, Nemali had prepared herself for a hour long ride to his place.
As they inched their way to the tunnel Nemali saw a look of worry on Suresh’s face. When they entered the tunnel, the traffic came to a screeching halt, inching forward at a snail's pace. The traffic was moving slowly and after a few minutes Nemali could see Suresh crossing and uncrossing his legs. Soon he was moaning in agony and doubling over at the waist. She could tell that he was really struggling to hold on but there was nothing much she could do to help him other than get him home as soon as possible.
The traffic continued to move ever so slowly and at one point came to a complete halt. Nemali noticed Suresh trembling as he tried hard to contain himself. She kept glancing down at his crotch, hoping to see a wet patch but it was dry.
The minutes dragged on, and the traffic was at a complete standstill, leaving Suresh's bladder on the brink of bursting, but he didn’t utter a word out of sheer embarrassment. He could still feel all that liquid pumping into his exhausted organ.
Nemali couldn't help but glance down at his crotch again, wondering how he was still holding on.
He commented that he had to go really bad and Nemali kept encouraging him by telling him to think of something else. She knew though, that he could think of nothing else at this time except his dire need to urinate.
Finally, after about thirty-five minutes inside the tunnel the traffic began to move forward, inch by inch and Nemali began to drive along with it. "Oh, please can we stop somewhere, my bladder is bursting", Suresh exclaimed, “I need to go so bad."
Nemali assured him that she would pull over as soon as she could but then the traffic stopped again, briefly as cars were lead out of the tunnel. They were still only about mid-way through. A cop stood at the end of the tunnel letting about ten cars out at a time so as not to create a bottle-neck of traffic in the street outside the tunnel.
Nemali glanced at Suresh’s crotch once more. She was in awe of how long he was holding such a bad piss. They were still at a standstill when Suresh let out a moan of agony, “Oh, I‘m bursting…”
He just kept saying "Oh, I'm so embarrassed" but Nemali told him not to worry, and that it could happen to anyone. The traffic began to move, and she drove ahead carefully.
Finally, they were out of the dark tunnel, but still crawling in traffic. At this point, Suresh told Nemali he couldn't even talk, because if he did he was going to loose control. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand pressed hard against his crotch as he tried to contain the massive pressure in his bladder.
"N-Nemali ma’am, I am sorry to bother you but I really need to take a piss now! Can we please find a toilet?" he said with a look of desperation.
Nemali nodded, "Of course, I'll find one as soon as possible," she said, her eyes darting around for any signs of a public restroom.
There were many restaurants in that part of the city, but trying to find a parking place was hard on a good day. Now, with all of the cars that just came out of the tunnel, it was near to impossible. The city was not the kind of place where one could pull over and pee on the side of the road either. There were wall to wall people on the streets, and lots of policemen around. Nemali was hurrying so that Suresh could get to a toilet and finally let it out.
Her heart raced as she navigated through the bustling city streets, searching for a parking spot, while Suresh was on the verge of losing control. She quickly took a turn and drove down a crowded street, trying to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of a restroom. Suresh's need was growing more urgent by the second. He squirmed in his seat, his breaths becoming shallower as he tried to hold on.
Finally, they spotted a small public restroom on the side of the road and Nemali quickly pulled over before Suresh jumped out of the car and ran inside, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist and opening the button on his trousers but as he reached the entrance, the attendant stopped him.
"Excuse me, sir. You need to pay one rupee to use the restroom," the attendant said.
Suresh's eyes widened in shock, "I don't have any change on me. Please, I really need to use the toilet," he begged.
"I'm sorry, sir. No payment, no entry," the attendant replied, folding his arms. Suresh frantically searched his pockets, hoping to find a coin he had missed. But his pockets were empty. In defeat, he closed the button of his trousers and fastened his belt around his aching bladder, still tightly holding his river of urine, while he hobbled back to the car as fast as his inflated urine tank would allow and knocked on the window, trying to get Nemali's attention.
"Nemali, I need a coin. Please, I can’t wait any longer," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. “Oh, dear,” Nemali quickly searched through her purse, but unfortunately she had no coins either. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't have any change on me," she said, her voice filled with concern.
Overwhelmed, Suresh moaned in agony and helplessness. He hurried back to the restroom and begged the attendant once more, but the man refused to budge. Crushed at the refusal, Suresh returned to the car, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said, his voice shaking with emotion as he closed the door after climbing in, crossing his legs in desperation.
Nemali placed a comforting hand on his knee, "It's okay, Suresh. We'll find another toilet," she said, her voice filled with sympathy but Suresh did not respond, he was dying for a wee.
Nemali started to drive as fast as she could and they were just a few minutes away from his residence when all of a sudden her phone rang; it was her real estate agent Shefali. Though she was the Chief Financial Officer of a company in the real estate industry she preferred to use an outside agency to help her with personal transactions so that she could focus on her own work and avoid any conflicts of interest that might arise if she were to handle her own personal transactions. It was a sensible decision on her part to help her with the purchase, rather than relying on her own company's resources.
"Good evening, Shefali," Nemali answered in a poised voice. "What can I do for you?"
"Ms. Nemali, I have some exciting news to share with you," Shefali said in a calm, professional tone. "The penthouse I told you about is now available for a visit. The owner is looking for a discerning buyer like you, who values luxury and exclusivity."
Nemali's eyes widened with interest. "That is wonderful news, Shefali. But, I am on my way to drop my colleague at his place. Can we schedule the visit for another time?"
"I understand your predicament, Ms. Nemali," Shefali replied in a polite tone. "But this is a unique opportunity, and I cannot guarantee when the property will be available for a visit again. I would hate for you to miss out on the chance to see it." Nemali's mind raced as she considered her options. She didn't want to keep Suresh waiting, but the opportunity to see the penthouse was too good to pass up.
"This penthouse is truly one-of-a-kind, with sweeping views of the city skyline and the latest in cutting-edge technology and design. It would be the perfect addition to your impressive property portfolio," Shefali continued while on call.
Nemali thought at the prospect of adding this property to her collection. "That sounds like something I cannot miss. Let me see if Suresh would mind waiting for a little while."
She turned towards him and said, “Suresh, it is my real estate agent, would you mind if I visit this property first before dropping you home?” she asked, “I know you need to take a piss but I have been trying to check this penthouse out for almost a month now but never got the time, my agent is there at the moment, would it be alright if we made a quick stop before I drop you off? I have an opportunity to see a truly exceptional property, I promise we won’t be too long” she requested.
The thought of having to wait longer for the toilet terrified Suresh but he couldn’t refuse the Chief Financial Officer of the company, “S-Sure ma’am, not an issue,” he breathed hoping he would get to pee as soon as they reached the place.
Nemali breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to her phone, "Shefali, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I am excited to see this penthouse. Let us proceed with the visit. I will be there as soon as possible."
"Excellent, Nemali," Shefali said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I will see you shortly, and I am confident you will not regret this decision."
Meanwhile, Suresh’s bladder was still ballooning rapidly and he didn’t know if he could control his urge to urinate for much longer.
“Ma’am, I was thinking if.. you know…if I could take a piss at the penthouse?” Suresh pleaded meekly, “My home is far from where we are going and I really need to use the toilet…” he was absolutely bursting as he said this.
Nemali looked at him in disbelief, that penthouse could be her abode in the future and she was not sure if she was comfortable with someone using the facilities before she had even made the purchase, “I am sorry Suresh but that is a premium piece of real estate and I think it is really rude to ask to use the toilet at someone else’s house,” Nemali said, trying not to sound angry.
“I am sorry, ma’am but I would not have asked if it hadn’t been this urgent,” Suresh begged, crossing his legs tighter.
Nemali saw that he was telling the truth and though she was unwilling to concur she agreed half heartedly to let Suresh use the toilet once they got there. Though seething with anger, she told herself that she was a good person for letting him use the toilet but now regretted bringing Suresh along for the visit.
Soon they were at the location and Nemali parked her car outside the luxurious building before stepping out, Suresh was dying for a wee by this point and found it harder to control the urge now that he was standing, all he wanted was to get inside the penthouse and unleash a torrent of hot piss into the toilet.
They quickly made their way to the entrance, where Shefali was waiting to greet them. "Welcome, Nemali ma’am," Shefali said with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you could make it."
Nemali returned the smile and said, "Thank you, Shefali. I am really excited to see the property."
As Shefali led them to the elevator, Suresh looked around nervously; it was getting very difficult for him to walk, he had to piss like a fire hydrant now and knew he did not have much time left before he would start pissing uncontrollably, toilet or no toilet.
He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from the exploding pressure in his bladder. They entered the elevator, and he knew it was going to be a long ride up to the 42nd floor.
As the elevator began to ascend, Suresh felt as if his bladder would erupt right there in front of the two women, he tried to hide it, but the pressure was becoming unbearable.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But how much longer until we get to the apartment?"
“It usually takes 10 minutes from the ground floor."
Suresh's heart sank. He wasn't sure if he could hold it for that long. He started panicking but there was nothing he could do.
When they finally reached the 42nd floor, Shefali led them to the entrance of the high-rise suite and as soon as they got inside Suresh could not hold himself back any longer, "Excuse me, Shefali," he interrupted. “..but I really need to use the toilet."
Shefali paused and hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afraid the toilets in the penthouse are currently out of order. We're having some maintenance work done, and they won't be functional for a few more days."
Suresh's face dropped, and he looked crestfallen. "But I really need to take a piss. Is there anywhere else nearby that I can go?"
Shefali looked at his bulging crotch where his elephantine penis rested and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Suresh, but the nearest toilet is quite a distance away. It would take some time to get there and back, and I'm not sure it would be worth the trouble."
Suresh looked defeated, and Nemali felt a pang of sympathy for him. "Shefali, is there anything we can do? This is really an emergency for Suresh."
“I am sorry Nemali ma’am but there is nothing that I can think of at the moment,” Shefali admitted, “You’ll have to wait, sir” she said coldly.
Suresh couldn’t believe his ears, he was almost about to starting weeing in his pants, “Suresh, we’ll be out of here in no time, would you just give me 10 minutes to go through the property, please? I promise it won’t take long,” Nemali requested.
He couldn’t believe how inconsiderate, selfish and thoughtless Nemali could be when she knew full well just how long he had been waiting to urinate.
With a defeated tone, he finally agreed to wait, “Y-yes, sure, ma’am,” resigning himself to the agony of crossing his legs as he took a seat, waiting for Nemali and Shefali to finish their inspection. His urgent need to use the bathroom was unbearable, and his frustration grew as he watched her casually stroll through the property, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. The pressure was mounting, and his hands were shivering as he struggled to hold on.
Nemali stood in the middle of the grand living room, her eyes scanning every inch of the space. Shefali had just started giving her the grand tour of the penthouse, but Nemali was already in disbelief. It was as if she had been transported to another world, one where luxury and opulence were the norm. The penthouse was one of the most luxurious and exclusive apartments in the city, boasting 10 rooms, including 6 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms, and a whopping 140 feet of frontage. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she turned to look at the glass atrium with its wall that swung open. The view was breathtaking, and she felt as though she was suspended in the air. Shefali smiled at her, clearly pleased with her reaction. "It's amazing, isn't it?" she asked.
Nemali nodded, unable to find the words to express just how incredible the space was. As they moved towards the terrace, Nemali's eyes were drawn to the double-height ceilings in the living room. It was as if the space went on forever, and she felt incredibly small in comparison.
The decorations were just as impressive as the features. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and works of art lined the walls. Some of the spaces even reminded her of a Roman villa, with marble worktops and oak floors. Shefali led her through the different floors of the luxury apartment, and Nemali couldn't believe what she was seeing, a gym, a cinema, a library, a whisky bar, and even a billiard room. It was as if every possible amenity had been thought of. But it was the 70-foot-long infinity pool with the water slide that truly stole the show, the pool seemed to merge with the skyline, offering a view that was second to none. She imagined herself floating in the pool, staring out at the city below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing
As she gazed out at the city, she knew that this was a place she needed to add to her already impressive property portfolio.
"Shefali, I have to say I'm really impressed with this penthouse! It's even more magnificent than I expected!" Nemali beamed.
"I'm so glad to hear that, Ms. Nemali. This is truly one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartments in the city."
"Absolutely! I mean, look at this 70-foot-long rooftop swimming pool! And the view from up here is breathtaking!"
"I know, right? And the interior decorations are just as impressive as the exterior. The chandeliers and works of art are just stunning!" Shefali added.
"I can see that the designer has really outdone himself here. The Roman villa-inspired decor is just fantastic!" Nemali said.
"Definitely and the amenities this building offers are second to none. The gym, swimming pool, and massage therapy room are just a few of the perks residents get to enjoy," Shefali continued
"And let's not forget the wine cellar! I mean, who wouldn't want to store their collection in a climate-controlled environment?" Nemali beamed.
"Exactly. And the separate guest apartment on the floor below is perfect for visitors or staff," Shefali hoped that she had cracked the deal.
"It's a true palace in the sky, Shefali,” Nemali replied enthusiastically, “I can't wait to make an offer!"
Nemali looked at Shefali and said, "Thank you so much for showing me around the penthouse, it's absolutely beautiful. I'm very interested in buying it, but I have to leave now. I need to drop off Suresh at his place."
Shefali smiled and said, "Of course, Nemali. I'm glad you enjoyed the tour. We can schedule another meeting to discuss the details of the purchase. Would next week work for you?"
Nemali nodded and replied, "Yes, next week works for me. I'll have my assistant send you my availability, and we can coordinate from there."
Shefali smiled, “Feel free to call me anytime if you have any questions or concerns."
Nemali thanked her and said, "Thank you, Shefali. You've been very helpful. I'm looking forward to working with you on this."
Shefali smiled and replied, "Likewise, Ms. Nemali. Have a safe drive, and I'll see you next week."
By now, Suresh had to piss like a fire hose, and it was all Nemali’s fault, though a ray of hope shone inside him when he saw them come back to the drawing room, “Nemali ma’am, can we go now?” he begged and she had to agree.
As they both stepped out of the penthouse, Suresh gasped in desperation, “Oh thank goodness, you made it quick, I can’t wait for the toilet anymore” he moaned.
“I am so sorry, Suresh” Nemali said.
Suresh was frustrated that the place had nine toilets and not a single one was working. He was cursing Nemali in his mind for delaying his trip to the toilet but there was nothing else he could do.
They got inside her car and were soon on the way to Suresh’s place. His desperation was so extreme that he squirmed the entire time they were driving, and when the vehicle finally pulled up outside Suresh’s place 15 minutes later, he hastily jumped out and made a run for the front door. But it was only after reaching the door step that he realized that he had left his business briefcase, and hence his keys, inside Nemali’s vehicle.
“Oh, Nemali ma’am, my key is in your car,” he wailed as he hobbled back to the vehicle barely able to stop himself from pissing right then and there and quickly retrieved his bag from the back seat before rushing back towards the door of his house.
Nemali stepped out of her vehicle and saw Suresh crossing his legs tightly as he looked for the keys in his bag. The next blow came when Suresh could not find the keys in his bag, and realized that he must have left them at work. Unable to get in, Suresh frantically tried not to lose control of his very full bladder right there at the doorstep in front of Nemali.
"Is everything okay, Suresh?," Nemali asked
“I can't find my house keys, I think I left them at work," he moaned in agony as he went through his wallet, but it wasn’t there either “Could you jimmy the door lock and let me in?" Suresh asked Nemali. Oh, he was bursting more now that he was just a few feet away from his toilet.
"I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't know how to do that. Maybe we could try calling a locksmith? Or do you need me to drive you somewhere else?" Nemali asked, she had seen how desperate Suresh had been during the entire ride home and for him to come this far and not be able to get inside his house really made her feel for him.
But just then, Suresh recalled that his neighbor Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key to his place!
"Oh, actually, Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key. Let me get it from her," Suresh rushed to his neighbor’s house that was a few yards across and rang the bell in panic, but there was no answer.
"Oh, isn't she home? Open the door, I am bursting for the toilet!" he groaned in frustration.
He then quickly took out his cell phone and called Mrs. Kiara in dread. It was around eight o'clock by now and she was at a restaurant enjoying the night with some of her friends when she felt a vibration from her cell phone and decided to check who was calling. She took it out from her handbag and looked at it and saw that it was her neighbor, Suresh. She hadn’t expected to hear from him at this time, so she quickly moved to a quiet place to have a conversation with him, “Hello?” she said.
"Mrs. Kiara, it's Suresh. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I can't find my house keys, and I really need to get in. Do you have the spare key?"
"Oh, Suresh, I'm sorry, I'm not at home right now. I'm out with my friends. Can you wait for a bit?"
"I am sorry Mrs. Kiara but I really can't wait. I need to get in right away, I actually need to use the toilet, I haven’t taken a piss the whole day!" he begged her, squeezing his cock for dear life.
"Oh dear, I'll see what I can do. Give me a few minutes," Mrs. Kiara heard the concern in his voice and said to him that she was going to catch a taxi and would be there right away. Suresh thanked her a lot and confirmed again that he had to pee really badly telling her that it would be great if she could come as soon as possible. Mrs. Kiara understood his predicament immediately, especially when she saw on her phone that she had eighteen more missed calls from him.
She informed him that she’d be back home in 30 minutes. Suresh was shaken to the core upon learning that he would have to wait another 30 minutes to use the toilet but he had no other choice than to wait, “Hurry…please! Please! Please! Hurry please!” he cried out, “I can’t hold it, I can’t!” he begged before he walked back home with small but quick steps where Nemali was still waiting for him.
By now, Mrs. Kiara had quickly hailed a taxi and was rushing to Suresh's place. As she arrived, she saw him anxiously waiting at the front of the door, with his bladder swollen to the size of a basketball, "Oh, thank you so much for coming," Suresh said with relief as he saw her, "I really need to use the toilet." He was embarrassed to have to utter such words in front of them, but he was really desperate.
"Don't worry, Suresh," Mrs. Kiara replied, "Let's get you inside first," she hurriedly made her way to the front door, and quickly picked the lock to let them in.
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Kiara…” Suresh said, grappling with his belt as he rushed towards his toilet, the explosive relief just a few feet away from him now. The pressure was finally going to flow out of his exhausted penis, oh he couldn’t believe how badly he had needed this piss and for how long!
He hurried to the toilet, but his relief turned into shock and then into frustration and fury when he found a notice taped to the toilet lid: "DO NOT USE."
"What the...? Oh, my God no..!" his words broke, his hot piss forced to stop on its way out. The workmen had promised him faithfully that all the plumbing in the bathroom would be sorted out before he arrived home but it clearly hadn’t. Suresh wanted to desperately use the toilet and thought for a moment to simply lift the lid and unleash his pressure into it but he controlled himself just barely. He gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. “You can do this” he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he crossed his legs tightly. “Just hang on until your toilet is fixed and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work. You can wait,” he said. He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom, fighting a serious urge to urinate, Suresh hurried out of there to call the company performing renovation work on his toilet.
But as he stepped out, Suresh realized that Mrs. Kiara and Nemali were still there, waiting for him in the drawing room, he felt truly embarrassed to even think of letting them know of his predicament but he didn’t know if he could hide it any longer.
“Oh dear, do you feel better now?” Mrs. Kiara asked as soon as she saw him.
"Y-yes, thank you so much, Mrs. Kiara," Suresh said embarrassed as he came out of the toilet without using it, hiding his quandary from the two women.
"Oh, don’t mention Suresh, we're neighbors, and that's what neighbors are for," Mrs. Kiara answered with a smile. Mrs. Kiara then looked at her wrist watch and said, “Please permit me to take your leave now, my friends are waiting for me,” she said with a beam before wishing them both a good night and making her exit.
As she left, Suresh hoped Nemali would leave too because he needed to take a piss but had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want Nemali to know that his toilet was broken. It was utterly humiliating for him and he did not want his colleagues at the office to know of all this.
“I am really hungry do you have something to eat?” Nemali asked all of a sudden as she stood in the drawing room with folded hands, looking around in the hopes of getting something that could satiate her hunger.
“Ah, ma’am a-actually..aahh.. I-I was about to go somewhere,” Suresh began to say, “So, if you could leave…..then…” he felt like he was almost kicking her out, but he was absolutely panicking for a piss and did not have any time to waste.
“Oh, where are you going?” Nemali inquired, curious to know.
“I-I was actually about to go to the store to get some stuff for the kitchen….” he countered with the first excuse that came to his mind.
“Why? Cooking something special tonight?” Nemali asked.
“Y-yes, just thought of having some biryani…” he said crossing his legs tightly, trying to give his penis as much time as he could.
“Oh, I love Biryani!” Nemali beamed, “Would love to taste some of yours” she said.
Suresh’s heart pounded in horror, she was the Chief Financial Officer of the company and it would have been foolish to refuse her request, he had no other way than to agree but he really needed to take a long piss before he started to prepare the dish.
“Oh sure,” he said, trying to control his piss, hoping she would not notice that his bladder was bursting, “Would you excuse me for moment?” he requested her and when she replied with a yes, Suresh hobbled to his bedroom where his telephone was kept.
Suresh rushed to the telephone to call the company performing the renovation work on his bathroom.
"Come on, pick up, pick up," he moaned, grabbing his crotch desperately.
"Hello, this is Alba Constructions, how may I assist you?" he suddenly heard a voice from the other side.
"Hi, yes. This is Suresh. I'm calling because I just got home and I found a notice on my toilet that says 'DO NOT USE'. I was hoping you could tell me what's going on?"
"Yes, Mr. Suresh. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We had some trouble with the plumbing in your bathroom. The workmen promised that it would be sorted out before you arrived home, but unfortunately, there was a delay."
Suresh while trying to hide his urgency said, "Oh, okay. Do you have any idea when it will be fixed?"
"We're doing everything we can to get it fixed as soon as possible. One of our workmen is still on the premises inspecting the well. Would you like me to get him on the line to explain what's going on?" the customer support executive asked.
"Yes, please. That would be helpful," Suresh said, feigning calmness.
"Alright, I'll patch you through to him now. Thank you for your patience, Suresh."
The line clicked and the workman answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, are you one of the guys working on my toilet?" Suresh asked trying not to sound desperate.
"Yeah, that's me. How may I help you?"
"The notice on the toilet says not to use it, but I was just wondering if everything is okay?"
"Oh, yeah. We had some trouble with the water supply. The pump didn't restart after we switched it back on. We might have to remove the toilet to get your new bath in," the workman replied.
"Oh my God, can't you just fix the pump or something?" he panicked, “Or just get the toilet running for two minutes?”
“I am working on it” the man answered.
"Okay, I see. Is there anything I can do to help?" Suresh asked, trying not to show his discomfort.
"Actually, yes” the man said, “All my men have left for the day and I could really use some help.”
Suresh really didn't want to admit that he was bursting to pee, but he thought to help the man so that he could sort things out and the water supply could finally be restored.
"Sure, what do you need me to do?" Suresh asked trying to stay calm.
“Can you give me a hand with the well cover? I need to inspect it and see if that's causing the issue with the pump."
"Yeah, sure. Let me just grab a flashlight," Suresh said, struggling to hide his need to urinate.
He couldn’t believe that he would have to wait longer to use the toilet but he really needed to piss a lot before he could make the biryani.
As he disconnected the call, Suresh slowly made his way to the drawing room where Nemali was waiting for him, his bladder aching for a massive piss, “I am sorry, Nemali ma’am, but would you mind if I step out for minute,” he said, “I am actually getting my bathroom remodeled and the workman from the renovation company is working in the backyard and needs a hand,” Suresh said.
“Oh, sure, not an issue,” Nemali said casually as she went back to her phone.
Thankful, Suresh hobbled to the backyard of his house with a near exploding bladder and saw the workman trying to fix the issue there, “Hey, how long is this going to take?”
“Well, I hope it gets fixed soon” the workman answered, “Just hold the flashlight for me while I take a look. I’ll get your toilet sorted out as soon as I can."
"Okay, sounds good. Just...hurry, please," Suresh said while gritting his teeth as he did what he was told, fighting a serious urge to pee.
As the workman explained the situation and Suresh helped with the inspection, he did his best to hide his discomfort and not let on that he was desperately in need of a toilet trip.
Suresh struggled as he stood there and almost 30 minutes later Nemali made her way to the backyard, “Hey Suresh, what’s going on?” she asked as she walked towards where they were working, “What’s taking so long?”
Suresh’s eyes widened in shock, he could not let Nemali know of his predicament, “Oh it’s nothing, m-ma’am…”
The workman then said, “I think it is going to take a few days to fix this….”
Suresh could not believe his ears, he felt like he was about to yell at him for disappointing him so cruelly, but he knew he must control his rage in front of the Chief Financial Officer of the company.
“So what am I going to do until then?” Suresh asked desperately, his legs still crossed as he bounced up and down on his knees in agony.
“Well the washbasin and the shower are still working, only the toilet is broken,” the workman reported.
“But where I am supposed to go if I need to take a piss?”
“Oh, come on, Suresh!” Nemali wailed, “You just had a piss didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, ma’am” Suresh said, “Just thought I should ask…” Suresh replied, his urine pinching him inside his penis.
“Well, I must leave for the day now, it is already too late, but I’ll try to fix the issue soon,” the workman said and Suresh had no other choice but to let him go. He looked at the workman longingly as he made his way to the front and started his two-wheeler before leaving.
Suresh’s last hope to urinate before making the biryani was dead.
He thought of asking Nemali to take him somewhere he could use a toilet but he could not risk coming across as this desperate in front of her.
Defeated and bursting, Suresh made his way to the kitchen to cook the biryani, desperately trying to hide his predicament from her. With the toilet right next to the kitchen, Suresh was having a tough time concentrating but there was nowhere to urinate.
“Which biryani are you going to make?” Nemali asked him, suddenly popping into the kitchen.
Suresh, who was struggling not to leak in his underwear, couldn’t think of an answer, “I-I haven’t thought of it yet…ma’am…” he stuttered.
“Oh, you know what?” Nemali said, “I’d love to have some soup before we go for the biryani, I know that is too much to ask, but I couldn’t stop thinking of it when I saw the tomatoes,” she said with an innocent smile, pointing towards the tomatoes kept on the vegetable stand.
“Y-yes ma’am, I’ll just bring it you…” Suresh said, unable to think straight any longer.
“Great! I’ll be waiting!” Nemali said before she made her way out of there and into the drawing room.
Suresh’s need to go to the toilet was so pressing that he was beginning to drip a bit, it was only a few drops into his underwear but it threatened to become an uncontrollable flood and he was desperately trying to control the rest.
Nemali had to wait a while for the dinner. Suresh had promised to cook her a delicious meal, but now that it was taking so long she was starting to doubt whether it was worth the wait.
Inside the kitchen, Suresh was cooking the meal with his legs crossed the whole time, barely holding on to his piss, letting out his fair share of “Oooh’s” and “Aaah’s”
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Suresh emerged from the kitchen with two steaming hot plates of tomato soup and biryani. He had managed with whatever ingredients he had at home and just hoped she would like the taste. "I'm so sorry for the wait," Suresh said as he served the food to Nemali, "I hope you enjoy the meal."
Nemali slowly took a tentative spoonful of the tomato soup and was pleasantly surprised. It was delicious - the perfect blend of sweet and savory flavors. As she tasted the biryani, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.
"Suresh, this is amazing," Nemali said, beaming with delight, "You are quite the chef. The flavors are so well balanced, it's hard to believe this was made in a home kitchen. You have a real talent."
Suresh could not have bothered less about the compliments, all he wanted to do was take a piss but he couldn’t think of any place where he could go.
Finally after the dinner, Nemali stepped out of Suresh's house and onto the verandah, turning to face him. As they stood there, she said, "Thanks for the lovely dinner, Suresh. It was really delicious."
Suresh forced a smile, trying his best to act normal, his legs trembling as he quickly crossed his legs, "You're welcome, m-ma’am. I'm glad you liked it…" he winced, bending forward at his waist in agony as he held the door and the wall for support. Suddenly, a hot leak escaped into his underwear before he quickly stopped the flow, his eyes widened in horror of what was happening. He looked down to see if it was visible on his pants but to his immense relief it wasn’t.
“What happened, are you alright?” Nemali asked.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he responded. His bladder was about to explode. He had absolutely no time left anymore. Suresh had held it for too long but had failed to find a place to relieve himself, he felt really angry and frustrated but he was stuck and there was nothing he could do. He tried his best to wait as Nemali kept uttering words that he could not understand, but then another long leak escaped his penis and soaked his underwear. Shit dammit!
Nemali looked at Suresh and smiled, “You know what? You should come over to my place sometime,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. “My cook makes this amazing risotto that you simply must try!”
“Y-yeah, sure,” A new leak escaped and this time a small patch the size of a golf ball formed on the crotch of his pants. Suresh was pissing himself. His face turned red with shame as he tried to end the conversation and close the door before it was too late.
“Great! We’ll have to schedule it soon,” she said, already making plans in her head.
Then all of a sudden, without any warning, the flood gates just opened and Suresh started pissing into his underwear standing right there in front of the CFO of his company. He froze in horror, crossing his legs tighter to stop the flow but it was too late for him now.
He tried his best to keep a straight face as he soaked his undergarment and his pants uncontrollably while the hot piss filled his briefs and ran down his inner thighs, his long cock urinating into his underwear like a fire hose. Oh, the relief was overwhelming but he could not have been more ashamed of himself.
He had wanted his bladder to go back to its normal size, there had been so much ache inside it, filled with so much urine, so much pressure, but he had never thought that it would happen in front of someone so senior from his office.
It was only around a minute later that Nemali noticed what was happening and her eyes widened in shock, “Oh, dear lord!,” she gasped and her words made poor Suresh’s humiliation grow ten-fold.
She covered her mouth in absolute shock when she saw the size of the puddle, unable to even comprehend how he had managed to hold so much inside him.
“What is this Suresh?” she asked, barely able to control her laughter. It was so funny for her to watch a grown man like him wet his pants in front of her. She had not realized he had to go all this while but had thought that he was acting a bit wierd.
Though it had shocked her completely, Nemali had secretly enjoyed watching Suresh’s massive accident at the door step. And though she had offered him a few words of comfort before making her exit, on her way back home, she could not stop smiling at the thought of how big his accident was. As she drove the car, she covered her laugh with her hand and her eyes went wide with shock as she evoked the accident in her mind again and again for her amusement.
Suresh had found it difficult to come to terms with what had happened that evening. He couldn't shake off the embarrassment he felt at having wet his pants in front of the Chief Financial Officer of his company. Though he continued to work with the same passion, his relationship with Nemali became more formal and distant.
He began to avoid her as much as possible, and it was clear that things would never be the same again between them. Suresh's resignation came as a surprise to many, but he knew that he needed to move on from this incident and start fresh. He joined a new company and threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, determined to prove his worth and rebuild his confidence.
As for Nemali, she was sad to see Suresh go, but she understood his reasons for leaving. She hoped that he would find success and happiness in his new job and that they could continue to be friends. Years went by, and Suresh made a name for himself in the industry, earning a place for himself as one of the top sales consultants in the city. He had long forgotten about that fateful evening but deep down, he knew that it had changed him in ways he could never fully comprehend.
Nemali on the other hand had been excited to have witnessed such a hot episode of a man’s big bladdered emergency, it was undoubtedly one of the most memorable moments of her life and she revisited the incident in her mind many times during the coming years for a good laugh when she was alone.
Edited February 24 by Pain
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My first post on here is evidently going to be that story I've been writing, which I can't really share with anyone, but I don't feel like I can post it on my Literotica either. It's called "Chib" because I didn't know what to call it so I closed my eyes and picked out random letters on the keyboard.
Some of my literotica characters are from this story; Pia, Azri, May, and later, Saoirse. It also ties directly into my other fiction/short stories; Saoirse knows Arthur, and May is related to Digitalis.
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Part 1
The world had a green tint to it, and everything was blurry. He felt weightless.
"If you want this unit it's yours for a tenth of a credit - it'd be free but we can't technically *give* it to you," said a voice. "Boss says you just have to haul it way before five today."
"How long has it been here?" asked a second voice.
"No idea. Longer than I have?" said the first voice. "I've worked here all of maybe two weeks though."
"Right," said the second voice. "Well, it looks mostly intact, at least. I'll take it."
"Pull your tow around the front and we'll load it on," said the first voice. The two voices trailed off over the next minute, and he wondered where he was. It was cold and very still.
The world shook, but he didn't. There was something rectangular in front of him, with a square of light near the top. The world jostled again and the voices were back, muffled.
Everything was dark. He couldn't open his eyes and he didn't know what woke him. He could see through his eyelids that it was slightly lighter than it had been before, and he could hear metal creaking, and the steady drum of footsteps from somewhere close by.
"Still full of fluid, that explains a lot-"
He took a moment to recognize the voice that had spoken: the second voice from before. It was feminine and sounded young.
"Oh no. No, no, no." The second voice trailed off again, along with the footsteps.
He wanted to say something, but couldn't. The darkness returned, fading in quickly.
"So...why do you need *my* help?" said a new voice. It was another feminine voice, slightly deeper, with a slower cadence. "It's a tank of body soup by now, assuming that was even a real person floating in it. Have you called-"
"He's still alive, Azri," groaned the second voice. "I saw him move!"
He opened his eyes. The square was light again, and this time there were two figures in it. One was a young human woman with green hair and blood-red eyes that glinted in the weak light. The other was obscured in the shadows behind her.
"The last inspection sticker on it is from six years ago," said the other voice, concerned. "Bubble, nothing is going to survive that long in a junked med module with no power."
"He moved, I saw it," insisted the second voice, as the green-haired woman's mouth moved.
The square of light suddenly changed shape, and he realized that the shape in front of him was a door, with a square window in it. The door was opening, and light flooded his eyes. It stung his eyes, and he reflexively tried to cover them. Both arms did move, just very slowly
"Oh wow..."
"See what I told you?!" said the second voice - the girl with the green hair.
He awoke crumpled on the ground, cold but unable to shiver. Something hooked him under his left shoulder and pulled him up. He couldn't seem to open his eyes, but as he was lifted he could feel a warm body and dry clothes against his skin.
"It's important that we keep him upright," said the new voice. "There's a table next to the tank. Put those poles under his armpits."
He felt himself being lifted again. "If he's been in here for six years, how is he so fat?" grunted the second voice.
"It's common for people to bloat up after a long time in hydrostasis," said the new voice, sounding vaguely bored. "We'll need to get all that fluid out, or it could be a big problem."
He wanted open his eyes and speak to the two others, but he couldn't. As hard as he tried, his body stayed limp, pulled down by gravity. He felt himself sliding onto a hard surface, with something under his arms.
He opened his eyes. The green-haired girl was leaning over him, looking concerned.
"Is he awake, or did his eyes just get...gas...bubbles? Or something?"
"I don't know," said the new voice, as a second person leaned into view. The owner of that voice was a woman with light blue-green skin, odd fin-like ears, shoulder-length dark green hair, and sleepy metallic silver eyes. "You awake, little friend?"
He tried to take a breath and choked on it. He started to cough, but instead of air coming out of his lungs, he expelled a large amount of fluid all over himself and the green-haired girl leaning over him. She recoiled, allowing the next wave of lukewarm fluid to splash freely over his cold, naked body.
"Looks like you're back in business, kiddo," said the green-skinned woman, approaching him. She slid a hand behind his back and sat him up. He coughed again, hard enough to make him gag and vomit a thick dark green fluid from his belly all the way down his legs. His vision began to fade a little and he leaned back, panting. He could still feel fluid in his lungs, but it was much easier to breathe.
"Great job! You're stronger than I thought," said the green-skinned woman cheerfully. "I thought we'd have to hang you upside down by your ankles."
"What was the problem you were talking about, Azri?" asked the green-haired girl. "The one that had to do with how bloated he is?"
Through the sudden exhaustion from the coughing, he felt a little stung. He looked down at himself: he was a little chubby, but didn't think he looked bloated, and the thick dark liquid was spattered down his front, giving his blue skin a sickly gray tint.
"The stasis fluid has permeated his cellular membranes, and it stays in certain cells longer than others," said Azri. "It's not harming him now but it'll need to be flushed out."
The green-haired girl eyed him. "That sounds complicated. Are you sure you don't want to take him with you to the clinic, so you could monitor him and stuff?"
"I think it's best if he stays here, actually," said Azri after a moment of thought. "Call me if you have any emergencies, of course, but as long as he stays hydrated he should be fine."
"Is there room at the clinic?"
"We don't really take overnight patients, we just arrange transport to the hospitals in Shell Bay or Chocolate Smudge," said Azri. "I'll come over here and check on our little friend here in the mornings and evenings though, and I'll bring extra food." She pulled a foil pouch out of a bag on her hip and handed it to the green-haired girl. "Make sure he drinks all of that. He's not going to need any special medications, but he'll have to drink a lot of water over the next six months."
"It's a good thing I bought a new evaporator module last week, then," sighed the green-haired girl.
Azri used a small penlight to examine his eyes. "You awake, little friend?" He gave her a small nod.
"Little? He's taller than I am," said the green-haired girl. "Or is that some medical term I'm not aware of...?"
"It's a figure of speech," sighed Azri, leaning over to examine his body. "It doesn't translate very well from my dialect at home -- it's closer to the word 'cute' I guess."
The green-haired girl glanced over at him. "Cute?"
"Cassiopeia, that's enough," Azri reached down and brushed some of his hair off his face. It came off on her hand as discolored green sludge, breaking down quickly. She wiped it off on the sterile white wall. "Oops...sorry about that. How are you feeling? I'm glad we were able to get you out of that tank before you turned into corpse soup."
"Azri," groaned the green-haired girl.
"Pia's right - I guess you'd be more of a thick corpse stew." Azri bent over him, extending her hands and gripping his face. Her hands were cold, sending a brief shiver up his spine. She brought her face to his, pressing their foreheads together, closed her eyes, and an odd tingling sensation spread down his face from where their skin touched. After a few long, uncomfortable seconds, Azri pulled away and stood up, wiping her head with her sleeve.
"What's your name? Do you remember?"
He tried to remember his name and couldn't. He felt alarmed, but his face was too heavy to express it.
"Don't strain yourself," said Azri seriously. "Your life depends on it for the next month or two."
It wasn't hard to follow Azri's instructions; the pouch had a straw. The water felt good in his throat, and he drank eagerly. Pia was awkward about it, but he didn't notice.
"Good," said Azri when he'd finished. "Now, I've got to get back. I can carry him back to your skiff."
Azri was much stronger than Pia had been, lifting him easily. She had an odd smell to her, which intensified as a metallic creak rang out in front of them. Pia held the door as Azri stepped outside. The daylight was blinding, and he squeezed his eyes shut against Azri's shoulder.
"Sorry, bubble," said Azri. "I forgot it was so bright out here...Pia, pull one of the cloth bags out of my pocket and put it on his head, please." The sharp way Azri had said that was slightly jarring, and he couldn't see what was going on, but it was a small relief when a light cloth fell over his face.
They walked a short distance before the unrelenting sunlight dimmed. "Where should I put him?"
"In the bathroom," sighed Pia.
He opened his eyes when the cloth fell: he was in a slightly cramped cabin on a small air vessel. He didn't know how he knew that, and passively observed as Azri set him down on the floor in a bathroom. The whole room was tiled, with showerheads on two walls, a small window near the ceiling, and a sink and toilet in the corner nearest to the door.
"I recommend that he stays in the bathroom until he can walk on his own," said Azri, standing up gracefully. He saw that Azri was considerably smaller than Pia, but this didn't really surprise him: Amphibious people like Azri tended to be much stronger than other human-like species. How he knew that, though, he couldn't remember.
"How long will that be?" asked Pia.
Azri eyed him. "Anywhere from one to four hours. He was floating around in some pretty high-quality stuff, and he's in amazing shape. There's some possible discoloration on his face, limbs, and his penis, but it's too early to tell whether that's permanent."
Pia glanced down at him. His body wasn't quite as heavy as it had been just a few minutes before, and he was able to look down at himself. He was still spattered in the dark fluid he'd vomited up, and he couldn't even see what color his penis was underneath it. He couldn't feel any pain there, but he couldn't feel much else in his body, either.
"I said 'possible' discoloration, I'm sure it's fine. You should at least be functional to pee, which you'll be doing a lot," said Azri. "Now, before I go, all you really need to remember is to stay hydrated and don't strain yourself. I'll be back in the morning to check on you, and until then, Pia will take good care of you." She said a cheerful goodbye and breezed out, leaving him alone with a very confused Pia.
"Well uh..." said Pia. "Can you wash yourself?"
After an awkward but thorough wash, Pia helped him scoot onto a folded towel. He could move his arms and legs but his finer motor control was still lagging. He had a glass of water, and sat back against the tile wall while Pia searched for clothes for him.
"These should be big enough, I hope," said Pia. He was able to dress himself with some help. "Think you can stand up?"
He took a breath to speak and coughed again. He nodded and Pia braced herself. She helped him to his feet, and they found his legs fairly steady. Surprisingly, he was a head taller than Pia, and it made her seem small. He was beginning to regain feeling in his toes. The sensation was glorious, and he just stood there enjoying it until he noticed a rushing sound. He looked down and saw that he was urinating. He couldn't even feel it, but he was spraying Pia's feet with a strong, distinctly blue jet. Pia raised the hem of her skirt a little to keep it out of the way.
"I'm-" he hacked out. "I'm sor-" He couldn't form the words.
"I know. It's alright. All I have to do is rinse my feet," sighed Pia. "You know, Azri told me off for wearing sandals today. Please don't tell her this, but I don't regret my choice of footwear at all." She looked down and watched the puddle spreading around them. "Feeling better?"
He gulped and shook his head. "I can't-" he coughed. "-feel it."
"That's unfortunate," said Pia. "Your first pee in years and you can't even feel it." She helped him remove the shorts and threw them in the wash.
Pia led him out into the main cabin of her skiff. The bathroom opened directly to the kitchen area, with the counter and sink sitting opposite the outside door. Further beyond, a wall divided the room into a wide hallway on the left, and a small living area on the right. He could see all the way up to the ship's bow, its wide ovular windows blocked off by folding screens. Pia sat him down on her couch.
"Are you alright here for the next minute or two?" asked Pia.
He nodded.
"Good. I'll be right back with some clean shorts." Pia retreated up the hallway and returned with a pair of shorts and a sheepish expression. "These are my only clean pair right now," she said, as though it explained everything. It did not, but they seemed like nice enough shorts.
"I think I'm done being productive for today," sighed Pia, handing him another glass of water as she sat down on the couch. He carefully held it up and drank it: he couldn't feel his fingers yet, but he could move them. "Wanna watch My Little Targ: Honor Is Magic?"
"My little-" he coughed. His voice was deep and scratchy. He took a breath and switched to a whisper: "What's that?"
The show Pia had picked was animated with a well-written, fairly simple plot that was easy to follow. He watched it for a while, until his throat started to get dry again. He looked over at Pia, who stood up.
"Water?"
He gulped and nodded.
"Gotcha. Want some instant noodles?"
He fidgeted; he was still fairly numb and couldn't tell whether or not he was hungry.
"I'll make you some anyway. If it turns out you don't want it I'll just eat it."
Pia poured him another glass of water and started the kettle, taking out two bowls and sitting down next to him while she waited for it to boil. "So, what do I call you? Do you remember your name?"
He drank the glass of water in a single gulp, shaking his head.
"Is there a name you like? Like Tyrone? Bill? Baron Marius von Fundshauser the fifth?"
"...What?"
Pia snorted. "We'll watch that series next...but anyway, what would you like to be called? You keep just getting referred to as 'he' and 'him' here and it's getting confusing."
He took a deep breath; he suddenly needed to pee.
"I'm Pia, by the way. Short for Cassiopeia. The tiny amphibious lady that carried you here is Azri." Pia held up one hand and he raised one to meet it. Pia's hands were small compared to his.
"Tiny?"
"Yeah dude, you saw her yourself. She barely goes up to my shoulder. She's a little...weird...all the time but she's a good doctor and a good friend."
Over on the counter, the kettle started whistling. Pia hurried over and poured the water into the bowls she'd brought out. After setting a timer on her oven Pia sat down next to him.
"Cyan?"
"Cyan?" Pia repeated.
"For a name," he said, shrugging. "Because I'm blue, I guess?"
"Cy for short?" asked Pia. "I like it."
"Yeah," said Cyan.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Cyan."
"You too, Pia," said Cyan. |
Part 2
Cyan woke up warm and shaky. He'd fallen asleep on Pia's couch, and she'd given him a pillow and blanket. It was surprisingly long enough for his tall frame, and he'd slept heavily. The first thing that hit Cyan was a desperate need to pee. His bladder was painfully full, and he couldn't stop a slow, hot drip in his shorts.
A bucket sat on the small table in front of the couch with a note taped to the side.
Cyan
am in town right now if I can find clothes that fit you I'll bring them back
the bucket is for your use
Azri here at 10
Pia
Pia's handwriting was small and tidy, but the lack of punctuation gave Cyan brain cramps. He grabbed the bucket and positioned it on the floor. The shorts he wore unsnapped in the crotch.
There was a loud click, and the door to the outside opened. Cyan's stream pattered reluctantly against the bottom of the bucket as Azri stepped inside.
"Hello? Little friend?" Azri wore a flowy sort of sweater dress, smeared with bright-colored paints. Pia hadn't been kidding about Azri being small: she would barely be chest height to him if he stood up.
"That is some very blue pee," she commented. "Can you feel yourself urinating?"
Cyan took a deep breath and nodded yes. His flow was picking up, and he kept his eyes on the bucket, aiming carefully so that his hand shielded his most vulnerable parts.
"Would you mind answering some questions?" asked Azri, keeping a respectful distance. "Or would you be more comfortable if I stepped out while you finish?"
"It's okay," sighed Cyan, embarrassed at the relief in his voice. "I don't mind."
"And you can talk! Is it difficult?" asked Azri excitedly.
Cyan gulped. "It's getting easier."
"Wonderful! How many glasses of water have you had since I left last night?"
Cyan's face warmed up. He couldn't tell whether or not he was blushing. "I didn't count. At least four."
"And how many times did you pee?" asked Azri.
"I didn't," said Cyan. "I fell asleep."
"I see," said Azri. Cyan dared to glance up, and saw Azri standing in the kitchen, conscientiously staring at the empty sink. "Would you like some water?"
"Sure."
Azri busied herself, pouring Cyan a glass of water and setting out a small kit on the counter. Cyan's bladder took an agonizingly long time to drain, during which Azri asked if she could get some blood, saliva, and urine samples from him. He didn't know how to say no to that, so he didn't.
When Cyan finished he found it easier to breathe. The shorts conveniently buttoned back into place, and now that he wasn't about to wet himself, he took a moment to appreciate the design.
"Aren't those nice?" asked Azri, approaching him. "My May sewed those for Pia."
Cyan opened his mouth to speak, and Azri handed him a glass of water and a thermometer.
"Put that under your tongue...Do you remember your name?" asked Azri, lifting the bucket. Cyan put the thermometer in his mouth.
"Do you remember anything before you went in the tank?" Cyan shook his head again. "Can you count to ten?"
"Mm-hmm," replied Cyan.
"Count aloud."
Cyan pointed at the thermometer sticking out of his mouth while Azri took some urine samples from the bucket.
"Oh, right," laughed Azri. "I'll stick to yes or no questions then. Did you eat last night?" Cyan shook his head. "Did Pia offer you food?" He nodded, and Azri took the bucket into the bathroom. She rinsed out the bucket and washed her hands, bringing the bucket back out to Cyan. She took the thermometer out of his mouth, noted the reading, and stowed it in another bag.
"Could you read the note on the bucket?" asked Azri, pulling a small notepad out of her pocket and jotting something down.
"Yeah," said Cyan. "Pia went into town to find some clothes."
"Do you know when Pia left for the market, Little One?" asked Azri, looking up at the clock in the kitchen.
"No. I woke up just before you got here," said Cyan, taking a long gulp of water.
"When she gets back I want to go check out the unit you were found in," said Azri. "If I can find the serial number we might be able to figure out where it's been."
Azri took Cyan's vitals, and they spent the next hour on the couch. Azri was a huge Honor Is Magic fan, and paused the show frequently to explain the world and lore. At first Cyan found it informative, but it didn't take long for the deluge of information to become an overload.
Cyan took a break to pee between episodes. He hadn't been nearly as full as he'd been before, so he attempted walking to the washroom. Azri accompanied him to the door, but he was steady enough that she trusted him to go in by himself. Cyan shut the door behind him and locked it. He had a long, satisfying pee, and the noise drowned out the noise from the other room. Cyan paused to look at himself after he washed his hands. His skin was blue with blotches of sickly gray. He was completely bald, and his eyes were an eerie metallic violet.
Azri was pacing in the kitchen when Cyan opened the bathroom door. "I just tried to find Pia on communications and she's not picking up," she informed Cyan. "I'm going down to the unit. If you'd like to come with me you're welcome."
Cyan scratched at his ear. "How long of a walk is it?"
"Not long. I can carry you if you need it," said Azri, adding in response to the skeptical look on his face: "It's not a long distance, and you're not that heavy."
Cyan walked barefoot on the low boardwalk. It was set out in a winding sort of grid on the forest floor. The grid sat in a mostly-cleared area, and there were no other crafts parked there. Pia's air skiff sat alone, looking vaguely like a giant clothes iron. Its windows were round and bubble-like, and it sat on a standard flat levitation platform.
"Harpy Silverling five-thousand," Cyan said slowly, walking next to Azri. "Stainless steel plating and a compact hover base. They don't make them like that anymore." The information had just randomly tumbled out of his mouth.
"Is it?" yawned Azri. "How do you know?"
"I don't know," said Cyan.
"Well, you could remember soon, at the rate you're rebounding from the stasis," said Azri cheerily.
The unit was a huge metal box. Cyan recognized the door on the side.
"If we can find the serial number quickly I'll take you by the viewpoint on the way back," said Azri. "I'll inspect the right side, you get the left. Holler if you see any numbers!"
Azri hopped off the boardwalk and strode around the side of the unit. A set of stairs led down from the boardwalk to the flat dirt below, and Cyan padded down them. He noticed something on the corner: an assortment of cloth bags, set neatly in a pile. He thought he could hear something, and kept walking. The sound got louder, and he finally recognized it: running water.
Cyan stepped around the corner and saw the source of the noise: Pia. She stood, knees splayed and skirt raised, relieving herself copiously on the ground. She wore a blue dress patterned with dandelions with nothing underneath, and her bare legs had a noticeable layer of thin green hair. Sighing, Pia looked lazily over her shoulder in the direction of the bags she'd set down, only to lock eyes with Cyan. They stood there in silence for a long moment. Cyan's face felt warm, and Pia's face turned bright red.
"Oh hi, Pia!" said Azri, strolling around the corner. She looked down. "You're looking well-hydrated today!"
Pia's face reddened even further, even as her expression turned bemused. It made Cyan want to laugh, but the outing had tired him out, and he was already winded.
"Hey, so my kids' bus gets back in half an hour, could you help us find the serial number?" continued Azri.
Pia finished with a long squirt and dropped her skirt immediately, still dripping. "I found the serial number. It's why I stopped here on the way in." She stepped over the puddle she'd created. "I got it." She pulled a small piece of paper from her dress pocket and handed it to Azri.
"Splendid," said Azri, pocketing the paper. "Now we have to get Little One back to your skiff so I can get home for my minis." |
Part 3
Cyan politely declined Azri's offer to carry him at first, but the walk back was quickly exhausting him. He almost gave in about thirty feet from Pia's air skiff, and by the time he stepped through the hatch, his legs were shaking. He had just enough coordination to stumble from the door to the couch, plopping down on the pile of blankets he'd slept in.
"How are those legs, Little One?" asked Azri while Pia hauled the groceries onto her counter to put away. "Any pain?"
"No," Cyan wheezed. "Just tired."
"Sit up and I'll get you some water," said Azri.
Cyan pulled himself into a sitting position. Azri was filling his glass with water while Pia worked behind her. Pia's face was still red, and she seemed to be avoiding looking in his direction since they'd met outside. He wanted to say something, but he had to catch his breath first. It helped when Azri handed him the glass of water and he drank half of it in one gulp.
"You did great, but don't strain yourself like this again. I cannot emphasize it enough: your life depends on it," said Azri. "Gotta go, peace out Little Friend, Pia." She opened the hatch to the outside. "I'll be back at dinner time."
Azri closed the door behind her, leaving Cyan in silence with Pia. Cyan sat back on the couch, dozing off.
"I got you some shoes," said Pia abruptly. Cyan jolted awake.
"...oh, you did?" Cyan sat back up. Pia dropped a bag on the couch next to him. On top was a pair of sandals.
"I measured your feet before I left," she said, taking out the first shirt. "But the only clothes I could find that would fit you are giant t-shirts and swim shorts."
"Thanks," said Cyan, looking at the shirts. One of them was patterned with fluffy white dogs.
"Are you hungry?" asked Pia, hurrying back to the kitchen. "I got more things you can eat. Azri told me not to give you gluten just in case, so it's probably good that you didn't have any noodles, because they're wheat."
Cyan yawned. He could feel something like hunger in his stomach, but the walk had tired him out. He drifted off quickly.
Cyan woke up next to a large cylindrical tank. His tank.
Cyan lay on the metal bed. He recognized the interior of the medical unit he was in. It had been made for a specific type of air vessel. He was naked and wet from the tank.
"Hey, I know this place," said Azri. Without warning, she faded into existence next to the bed. Cyan sat up and covered himself.
"Why am I back here?" Cyan stood up and backed away toward the door. Azri didn't move, but looked around thoughtfully.
"Maybe because you don't remember anything? This is the unit, from yesterday. You have a pretty good recollection of it."
Cyan tried the doorknob, but the door was locked. Something was off.
"Anyway, you should wake up," said Azri.
"What?"
"You're asleep," explained Azri as though everything was completely normal. "This is your dream - which means you can do anything...You should save that knowledge for later though. You need to wake up. Right now."
"Why?" asked Cyan. He was just noticing how easy it was to stand, and how his joints weren't aching like they'd been when he'd plopped down on the couch.
"You're peeing yourself," said Azri.
Cyan looked down. He was suddenly wearing a bright blue patient's gown. A thick chemical smell hung in the air, sticking in his sinuses. He wanted to gag but found that he physically could not. It meant the drugs were working.
"I'm not-"
Azri stood next to the couch, leaning over Cyan with a dazed expression. She snapped out of it quickly, pulling him to his feet. His legs were still asleep, so he mostly stumbled to the bathroom, leaking into his shorts on his walk through the kitchen, where Pia was cooking something on the stove.
He sat down to pee, and Azri left to find him a new shirt and pair of shorts - his urine had stained his front blue, soaking the front of both his shorts and long nightshirt. He looked over his shoulder at the window over the toilet. It was still light outside, though it was starting to fade-
"Are you going to need help changing clothes?" asked Azri, setting down a new set of clothes on the toilet tank.
"No, I'll be fine," yawned Cyan.
"You sure?" asked Azri, placing a hand on Cyan's knee. It tingled strangely where she touched him. "I can't feel your legs."
Pia's voice echoed through the door: "Azri, you're in mommy mode. Let Cyan change his clothes."
Azri sighed and looked at Cyan, her eyes reflecting a weird metallic sheen in the light from the window. "She's right. If you need any help just holler, okay?" said Azri, stepping back toward the door. "And who's Cyan?" she asked in Pia's direction.
"It's him," sighed Pia's voice. "Our 'little' friend?"
Azri gasped, stopping at the doorway to the kitchen. "You remembered your name?!"
Pia entered the doorway, putting an arm around Azri. "We're not sure, he picked it for himself."
"Let's give the guy some privacy, Azri," said Pia coolly, pulling Azri into the kitchen. "You said you'd help me with the rice." Pia directed a brief friendly wave toward Cyan, made slightly awkward by the fact that he was still peeing, and shut the door behind her.
Cyan stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Azri was cooking now, and though Pia wasn't there, he could hear her walking around on the upper level.
Azri directed a barrage of questions at Cyan over dinner, pausing while she ate to scribble out his answers. Afterward, she took his vitals. A part-time nurse, she had access to interworld supply lines, through which she could search and network to find out what she could about where Cyan had come from.
"The soonest I'll have any information will be next week," said Azri. "This week is some human holiday."
Cyan picked away at his food while Pia and Azri ate standing in the kitchen. It looked good - it was a type of curry made with pickled kelp - but Cyan only ate a few bites. His body was hungry but reluctant to eat much.
"Don't fret, champ," said Azri. "People that wake up from stasis routinely take about a week to start showing interest in food. You're in shockingly good shape, especially considering how long you've been out."
"Did you get a reply from your inquiry on the medical unit?" Pia asked.
"That one's another two weeks out, at least," said Azri. "But I called the scrapyard and talked to the owner. He told me the medical unit has been there longer than he's owned the yard, and he bought it about fifteen years ago."
"It was working that whole time?" Cyan asked skeptically.
It was Pia who answered his question: "Some of those medical units have a long-term battery built-in. If they're made to be part of a module, most units have a backup power source. Yours must have."
"How long do those power sources last?" asked Cyan apprehensively.
Pia shrugged. "I won't know until I take the wall off of the unit. The battery isn't accessible from the inside. I want to have Miss May take a look at it too."
"What did you want it for, anyway?" asked Cyan.
"Spare parts," said Pia. "They don't make Silverling series components anymore, so I snap them up when I can."
"Save the backplate off the turboencabulator when you take apart the unit, by the way," interjected Azri. "We can trace the serial number on that too." |
Chib Pt. 5
The day was hot, humid, and heady with pollen. All Cyan wanted to do was sleep. Instead, he stared at the ceiling for what felt like several hours, gave up, and peered outside through the small window next to the front door. The words "what a lovely day" drifted across the surface of his mind, and they didn't feel like his words.
Indoors it was warm and stuffy, but outside was bright and hot. The sky was clear and the sun was almost overhead, baking the grid of walkways that made up the dockyard. Cyan ran a hand over his smooth bald head and didn't like the thought of getting sunburned on his scalp.
"Dockyard," repeated Cyan aloud. That was definitely his thought, and it felt good.
A shadow drifted across the far side of the yard followed by an andyne woman with striking blue and tan wings, gliding low over the walkways. She touched down with practiced ease and walked briskly out of sight around the corner, obscured by the trees that surrounded the yard.
With nothing else to watch outside, Cyan drank a glass of water and lay back on the couch, where he failed to nap for another half hour. He was trying to stay hydrated like Azri had told him, and was in the process of getting up to pee when a knock came at the door. He couldn't resist the urge to at least look and see who it was on the way to the bathroom.
The person at the door was the andyne woman who'd glided by earlier. Her wings were larger and more striking in person, and her dusky blue hair had been pulled up into an elegant topknot. She wore a plain blocky blue apron dress. The words that weren't Cyan's filled in the phrase: "mourning outfit." If she were a human Cyan would've guessed she was in her early thirties, but an unfamiliar part of his brain produced an estimate of "mid-fifties."
The woman at the door caught the movement and turned. Her hawklike amber eyes settled on him.
"Hi, Cyan," she said through the glass. Her deep voice was earnest and tentative "Pia asked me to stop by and check on you. May I come in?"
Cyan opened the door. He didn't want to seem rude and decided he could wait for another minute or two for the bathroom.
"It's so nice and cool in here," remarked the woman. "I'm Miss May. I was out on business when Pia bought the medical unit you came in."
Miss May looked at Cyan with a polite, expectant expression. It was his turn to speak, but she was very pretty and for some reason, he found himself tongue-tied.
"Do you remember anything from before?" she asked, searching his face. Cyan shook his head. Miss May gave him a sympathetic but unsettlingly knowing glance before looking him up and down. "I need to get going, but would you mind if I took your measurements first? Pia tells me you need some clothes."
"Sure," Cyan managed to gulp. Miss May was taller and more beautiful up close, and the prospect of replying to her dried out Cyan's mouth and made his bladder throb. Miss May pulled a tape measure and a small dog-eared notebook out of a pocket in her sleeve and approached him. She had a familiar minty lilac scent, and it made Cyan's heart race as she leaned close. He felt something else starting to throb somewhere underneath his baggy clothes and didn't dare look down when she measured his chest and waist. Cyan's member twitched as she stepped back.
"I'll just estimate the hips, shall I?" she said tactfully. Other than a faint pinkness to her freckled cheeks, she seemed completely unruffled.
"Thanks," squeaked Cyan. Suddenly he didn't have any trouble holding his bladder.
"I have some old clothes that should fit you, I'll just have to patch up the back," said May. "Well, Cyan, good to finally meet you. If I don't come by with Azri later, I'll see you when I bring your clothes by."
Cyan stood, dazed, in the kitchen for about thirty seconds after Miss May left. His erection had abated a little, and he waddled into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and using his hand to make sure he didn't miss.
He really had to concentrate to get himself to pee, but was able to get some relief before his member stiffened up again. Cyan sat, playing with himself gently and watching his body's reactions in a warm pink haze for over an hour. After a while, he felt tension starting to build up.
The front door burst open in the other room and two sets of footsteps hurried in.
"Miss May, are you-" Pia asked breathlessly. The door closed and May shushed her.
"Pia, next time I ask you to meet me at my shop, please just meet me at my shop." May's voice was agitated. "She might've seen you."
"Who might see me?" asked Pia. Cyan continued playing with himself absently, keeping his breath quiet.
"She's registered under A. Nucifera." There was a pause and May added, "That's the girl who just checked in. She asked for you using your full name. Do you know her?" Somehow, the name was familiar to Cyan. His brain wasn't working at the moment though: he had just enough warning to bite back a moan, and shot his load across the bathroom floor. He took long, deep breaths that echoed slightly despite his efforts to keep quiet.
"-by your full name, Cassiopeia-" May's voice was cut off when the urge to pee hit Cyan, so he aimed straight down and fired. The flow was mercifully brief, but the splash echoed in the bathroom and made the two women stop talking outside.
"Cyan?" called Pia. "There you are! How are you feeling?"
Cyan gulped, "I'm um-...I'm fine. I'm almost done." He wasn't very flexible after who knew how long in a fluid tube, and ended up having to haphazardly get down on his hands and knees to wipe up his mess. The tile edges pushed painfully into his skin, but he was too busy eavesdropping to mind.
"Take your time," Pia replied. "And holler if you need help."
"Pia, this could be serious," hissed May. "She's not even wearing-"
Cyan tried to stagger to his feet and fell sideways onto the floor. He landed heavily but managed to roll so that it didn't hurt too much.
The bathroom door opened and Pia rushed in. Cyan crumpled the wad of toilet paper in his hand; the fluids he'd just cleaned up were thin and unpleasantly cool against his palm.
"What's going on?" asked Cyan, staggering to his feet with Pia's help.
"It's none of your-" May began to say in a soothing tone, but stopped. "No, it's probably got something to do with you too, Cyan."
Cyan fell asleep while May was talking and didn't catch much. Sometimes the voice in his head would explain words, but it faded with the rest of his consciousness when he dozed off.
"Just-..." May sighed. She and Pia had left the couch so Cyan could sleep and stood in the kitchen. "Be careful around her, and don't go anywhere alone with her."
"You sound like you did when Saoirse first came here," said Pia. May pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll be careful, Miss May. I promise."
"I wasn't overreacting with Saoirse, I was just being cautious." May stopped to take a sip of her tea. "And Saoirse - nothing against her, she's lovely when you get to know her - is somewhat of a nobody. This girl is from a very powerful family.
"The Nuciferas I grew up knowing were spoiled and snobby, only dealt with people as rich as them, and liked to flaunt their wealth and wings. This kid had the nerve to be surprised that I glided across the yard and wore a mourning dress."
Pia nodded, feeling lost. Andyne culture was extremely uptight and dictated by rigid social protocols that didn't often make sense, at least to lowly mostly-humans like herself. |
Chib Pt 6
5 years ago
Warm air danced on Avaris's skin. She looked up: she was in a glittering cave, sitting on a stone bench along a worn cobbled path. Water dripped sluggishly from stalactites, and a lake lay further inside, a pale blue light emanating from its depths.
Avaris's bladder spasmed when she stood up. She was naked. Her tanned skin was beautifully clear, and she reached up and felt a full head of hair, bushy and streaked in shades of mint green. Avaris had been "blessed" with a large, mottled set of tan wings, which at least wouldn't weigh her down here, so she paid them no further mind. She started walking, and the dripping in the cave suddenly seemed louder. Warmth bloomed in her pussy and she froze. She looked down and could see that her vulva was quivering under her light green pubic hair.
"Shit, I'm not wearing any-" Avaris stopped when she realized she was talking aloud. She flapped her wings tentatively and sighed. "Ugh, even in my dreams-" she'd meant to whine more, but the effort brought on another urge to pee and she had to stop again. If she wanted to make it she'd have to run.
"Make it where though?" asked a far-off little voice in Avaris's mind.
Avaris had had this dream before. Resistance was futile, but something about the desperate journey down to the water made this regular occurrence somewhat enjoyable before the need for damage control.
"Where am I?" Avaris moaned to herself. All things considered, she was doing great. She passed a glittering granite spire that marked the halfway point of the journey. She'd never made it to the end before but thought she'd gotten within sight of it once: a stone shrine in the middle of the lake.
Grasses sprouting from the sides of the path around her glowed faintly, bending toward her naked shins in the shadows. The luminous stalks moved and lazily brushed her skin instead of whipping, but she didn't have time to think about it. The last part of the path wound around the lake toward a building. Just two more turns and she'd be-
Avaris took a step and for just a split second, her body remembered that there wasn't anything beneath her feet. She didn't want to stop and caught herself, and the cave slowly swayed back to normal around her. It had caused a brief leak, dripping down her leg and cooling the skin as she ran.
"This is my dream," Avaris willed herself to run faster. There wasn't a flow yet, but after the first leak, it was only a matter of time. The last leg of the mad dash was a pleasant, flat-stoned path leading gently downhill around the lake.
Another drip ran down Avaris's thigh, and she used her wings to try and push herself faster. What happened next was entirely unexpected: she flew. At any other time, this would've been the most wonderful experience she could imagine, but right now it was causing her to pee a little.
For a long moment, Avaris found herself gliding over the glowing waters while small bright bats fluttered casually past, some of them diving at small glowing spots in the water. Her bare feet were nearing the stone jetty connected to the shrine platform, and it took all of her concentration to maintain control of her quivering urethra as her toe skimmed the calm water. The coolness felt nice on her skin, and she wanted more than anything to let go, but that would end the dream. She didn't dare try to flap her wings this low, so she pulled up her feet and cursed herself for being so heavy.
Slap!
Avaris's feet met smooth stone. She found that she was stable with her feet against the ground, but now it occurred to her that she didn't know how to stop. There was nothing within arm's reach for her to grab onto, and her feet skidded on the stone. The other side of the small platform was coming up fast, as was the expanse of glowing water behind it. Avaris tried to relax and let go; she conceded that she'd never thought she'd make it this far-
There was a blue blur and a hand caught Avaris's forearm.
"Hold on, I've got you," said a voice. To her shock, she was pulled to her feet. She turned to look at her rescuer and caught a brief glimpse of their face before the world faded into wakefulness.
Avaris was still falling when she woke up, just in time to land flat on her face, her sleeping bag cushioning her against the cold tiled floor. Her bed, a light mesh camping cot, landed on her back, flattening her wings. Her pussy was still clenched up, admitting a slow but persistent stream. It made her clitoris throb almost painfully, and she paused to enjoy it before using one hand and wing to right her cot. She thrust the other hand into her crotch and found that most of the dampness seemed to be isolated to her pants.
"It's a miracle," Avaris yawned to herself and sat up. Her voice echoed; she'd set up her cot in the bathroom of her new "home" for exactly this kind of situation. It was also cooler than the rest of the craft, and had a beautiful stained glass skylight, glowing faintly violet in the early morning. Avaris kicked her sleeping bag out of the way and looked down at her clothes. Her shirt was completely dry, so she pulled it up over her breasts to keep it that way. She counted her scars - mostly lines and dots crisscrossing her torso, with a jagged stripe of scar tissue on her thigh. They gleamed like pale watercolor blotches in the wan light, and they were all there.
"Definitely not a dream," Avaris yawned to herself. Her thick woolen socks came off with her pants, which she tossed up onto the cot. Her flow had stopped entirely, yet her bladder was still straining. Avaris glanced up at the front door - her new "home" had an odd layout, in which the bathroom doubled as the front room - and set about taking care of that.
Avaris took a deep breath and massaged herself, tracing slow circles around her labia with her middle finger while tugging on her clit between her thumb and forefinger. Her recurring dreams had always made her more sensitive down there, but this morning it seemed to have an added, distinctly horny sense of urgency. Her clitoris poked up through her pubic hair. It had swollen to its full, nearly five-centimeter length; it hadn't always been that way, but neither had her hair. Both were side effects from the same "gene therapy study" that had covered her body in scars.
Heavy drops of water plunked on the skylight in the ceiling, sporadic at first, but soon Avaris had a steady rhythm to rub herself to. She lay back, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Her pelvic muscles tightened, and the rain didn't entirely drown out her grunts of effort.
In the darkness of her mind, a memory from her fading dream buoyed itself slowly into her mind's eye. A pale blue face reminiscent of cave-dwelling creatures who never saw the sun-
Avaris's hand sped up and she felt the first spasms in her pelvis.
"Come on," she growled, trying to keep her voice from echoing. The tension was released with a series of explosive squirts that wrenched a cry of surprise out of her.
Her orgasm seemed to drain as fast as it came on, and left her gasping and spread-eagle on the tile floor. Her pussy pulsated, and the floodgates opened. The wind howled outside, covering her long moan of relief.
Avaris dozed off for several minutes and forced herself to sit up. She found that the back of her shirt was all wet, then found that she hadn't actually avoided peeing on her sleeping bag. A large amount of urine had soaked into it before she fell off the cot.
Groaning, Avaris wandered into the cramped little wedge-shaped kitchen to start the kettle. She found a set of dry clothes in the box in the bedroom portion of her home and went back to her cot, pulling them on.
Avaris sat at a small folding table in the mostly-empty bedroom area with her tea. The bedroom window was on the opposite side of the craft from the front door, and she got up periodically to peek out. Eternal Autumn lived up to its namesake; a chilly petrichor permeated the night, making the air feel colder than it already was. Foggy halos ringed the steady orange lamps that illuminated the yard's grid of raised walkways.
The dockyard had a small laundry room near the host's cabin-slash-expired-food-store, and Avaris found that it was open twenty-four hours. She hurried back to her craft and hauled her clothes out in her sleeping bag. Avaris didn't anticipate having to pee but wore her protective underwear anyway. She didn't like thinking of them as diapers: it was half past two in the morning and it would be some much-needed insulation against the chill, especially if she could stay dry.
The laundry room had its own entrance, though it was attached to the shop. There was a little bell over the glass door, and it tinkled as Avaris pushed her way in with her laundry, soap, and some money for laundry tokens.
One of the four washers was already in use, but otherwise, the place was empty. The scrubbed linoleum floor was either yellowed gray or faded beige, and the room was pleasantly warm and humid with just a hint of burnt dryer lint and wet socks.
The walk back to her little square in the docking yard was unexpectedly peaceful. Avaris brewed herself another pot of tea and decided to check her email when she got back. The connection was slow on her cheap little flip phone, so she rested her head on her hands and waited-
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Avaris jolted awake to her phone beatboxing an alarm and the stinging white glow of the screen. Her inbox had loaded and there was nothing new, so she silenced the timer and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She finished her lukewarm cup of tea before getting up and making her way back to the laundry. It was still cool outside, with a bracing mist settling around the raised walkways and the occasional immobile floating crafts tethered to them.
This time, there was movement in the yellowed lights of the laundry room. Avaris almost hesitated and turned back, but she knew this would be a quick errand. Besides, she told herself firmly, it's just some random stranger doing their laundry. They probably didn't want to be bothered either.
The figure stood out immediately, vibrant orange on a dingy off-white field. It was an amphibious woman, and her back was to the door as she loaded wet clothes into one of the dryers. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off her long graceful limbs, and her dusty green hair was tied into its usual elaborate braid. Avaris willed the woman not to turn around while she switched out her laundry as fast as she could.
Adding two extra tokens to top up the dryer, Avaris sprinted to the door. The bell tinkled as she retreated, taking the shortest possible route to her docking site.
Avaris locked her front door and plopped down on her cot, letting her wings sag. She hadn't expected to see the woman in the laundry room, not out here on the coast of a sparsely-inhabited nowhere world. She didn't know which of the other air crafts belonged to the woman and looked around to make sure her curtains were closed before letting herself relax.
Instead of setting a timer, Avaris decided she'd just watch her phone. She had some tea to keep herself awake, but it only prolonged her slow slide into sleep. |
Plot exposition chapter. Part of the reason I'm not posting this elsewhere is because it has a few chapters either without omo stuff or reduced omo stuff for plot reasons.
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Chib Pt. 7
"So she doesn't want to talk to the pointy-eared lady because..." Cyan didn't recognize this voice. It sounded younger than everyone he'd met so far. He could smell something cooking and his stomach kicked him into full wakefulness.
"Because of her dress," replied Azri's voice patiently. "Andyne society is all about arbitrary social rules. You saw her dress; tell me what you remember."
"Ugh, Maaawm," sighed the younger voice.
"It's not a small detail, Della," said Azri patiently.
Cyan sat up, scratching his head. The beginnings of stubble on his scalp were starting to poke through, coarse and itchy. The shower was on in the bathroom, and the sound of water made Cyan need to pee.
"Ow!" Cyan gasped when a hair poked his fingertip.
"You okay over there?" asked Azri. She sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, across from a young teenager with mouse brown hair, matching cat ears, and pale stripes on their very pink skin that resembled tabby markings. They wore a pink shirt and almost-matching pink pants.
For as much of a poke as it had been, it hadn't left a mark. "Yeah."
"Della, this is Cyan," Azri said to the teen across from her. "Cyan, this is my oldest child, Della. It's their fifteenth birthday today."
"Nice to meet you," said Della shyly.
"Likewise," said Cyan, the word tumbling out. He simultaneously meant it and had no idea what the word meant. The bathroom would make a nice escape if it wasn't-
"Pia says you can go in the bathroom," said Azri. "If you need to pee, I have some urine sample cups for you to fill up." Della covered their eyes and their ears scrunched up in embarrassment.
When Cyan walked into the bathroom, he was met with a familiar scene: a glowing cave, with a shrine nestled in its luminous depths. There was something odd about it, but Cyan's eyes could almost trace out a path-
"Hello?" Pia looked out from the side of the image. "Oh hey, Cyan!"
"The sample cups are on the sink," Azri called from the kitchen, and Cyan shut the door behind him. Small cups with measuring lines on the sides stood on the side of the sink, and seeing them somehow made him need to pee less.
"You don't have to fill them right now if you don't want to," said Pia quietly. Her face had disappeared from the side of the cave scene, but the top of her head could be seen behind it.
"What-" Cyan approached the scene and poked it. Suddenly his brain made sense of it: it was flat, folded in five wide panels. "What is this?"
"Hm?" Pia stuck her head around the side, soap suds dripping onto the floor. "Oh, this is my shower screen. All the parts were mismatched, so Miss May and I painted it."
As if on cue, there was a knock at the front door.
"That'll be her," sighed Pia, turning off the shower. She stepped out from behind the screen a moment later in her bathrobe, twisting her hair into a towel on her head. "Are you okay, Cyan?"
Cyan jumped, and realized he'd been staring at the painting. "Y-yeah."
Cyan sat down on the toilet and waited while listening to the voices outside. May's voice was hushed, and after a few seconds Azri said, "We'll wait for you outside. Don't be long, alright?"
There wasn't much to make out of the short conversation between Pia and Miss May. By the time Cyan had finished in the bathroom, May had gone.
The next week was slow; Azri brought Della by on most of her visits, teaching them basic tasks like how to take a patient's blood pressure and vitals. On the second day, Azri implemented a simple exercise regimen for Cyan and started taking him for short morning walks around the yard with Della. Azri was less invasive with Della around, though Cyan also suspected that Pia and May had spoken to her as well.
Azri kept close track of Cyan's health, and Miss May had a full set of clothing sewn for him by the week's end, most of it her old clothes with the backs sewn up.
Tuesday morning dawned with a thin, clinging mist. Azri was careful to wrap a scarf around Cyan's neck and pull a fluffy knitted cap onto his head. It took some surreptitious adjusting, but he got it to stop pulling on the vaguely orange beginnings of hair on his scalp before they left Pia's home.
It was just after seven in the morning, and Pia was in the bathroom when they left. Della was with them, and led the way toward the entrance of the yard.
"So Mom, do I get to meet Saoirse this time?" said Della. They blushed, and it accentuated the pale tabby stripes on their skin.
"Maybe," said Azri. "I'll ask if we can have a picnic or something on Thursday."
Cyan had no idea what they were talking about, so he looked around. The aircraft he'd seen flying in sat near Miss May's shop, and the door sat partway open. He stared at it, following Della's steps absentmindedly: he'd only seen crafts like that in-...he tried to focus on the memory and it dissipated.
"Why not the day of? We could meet her in town," said Della.
"I'll ask Pia, bubble," conceded Azri. "But remember that it takes three days to get here from Constantia. She's going to be tired out by the time she gets here."
The walk took them to the town overlook. An interworld delivery airship hung in the air in the distance, and May was outside in her coveralls. She greeted Azri with a quick kiss, which prompted the words "how scandalous" to sleepily drift across Cyan's mind. He wasn't sure what to think of it, and the voice didn't elaborate. May asked Cyan how his clothes were fitting, but didn't have time to stay around further.
Pia was gone when Cyan arrived back at the air skiff.
"So, Cyan," said Azri. "I'm going to be at a nurses' conference out at Chocolate Smudge until Monday. I'll be contacting Pia and Miss May regularly over the radio, but I want you to continue our walks if you can, and let Pia know if the color of your urine changes significantly."
Behind Azri, Della facepalmed in embarrassment.
"I will," said Cyan. Once Azri and Della had gone, he shut the door behind him and got himself a glass of water.
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Chib Pt 8
Cyan took a sip of his water. Breakfast this morning was a bright yellow pureed soup. It smelled good, but the color was so bright that Cyan didn't trust it.
"Like a dog with orange eyebrows," he whispered to himself.
"Hmm?" Pia looked up from the sink, where she was rinsing the mug she'd used for her soup. She and Miss May would be flying into town again for errands that day, and they had to be out there at half past seven. While Pia set her mug on the drying rack and reached for her coat, the digital clock on the stove turned lazily to 07:00. Sitting at the table, Cyan wore a sweatshirt over one of Pia's long nightshirts and an oversized pair of athletic shorts with a patch sewn onto the hem of the thigh.
Cyan tried to explain the orange eyebrows, and felt the thought slip away. "I...don't know."
"Was it something you heard from Della?" asked Pia. "That sounds like something sh-...they would say."
That triggered something in Cyan's memory, something Della had said. "I don't think so. Who's Saoirse?"
Whatever Cyan was expecting, he didn't expect Pia to freeze up, blushing madly, and titter, "Oh she's uh...she's a really good friend. I umm...I talk to her a lot over the radio. At night. I talk to her at night."
"You do?" asked Cyan. "I've never heard you talking to her on the radio. The buzzing it makes wakes me up every time."
Pia's face reddened until it nearly matched the crimson of her irises. "So you heard her name-..." She seemed afraid to finish the sentence.
"Della mentioned it," said Cyan. Pia looked like she was about to faint. "On our walk yesterday. They said they want to meet Saoirse."
"Oh," said Pia. She sagged in relief and tried to disguise it by plopping down on the couch and pretending to fiddle with her shoes. She let her long, straight green hair hand down and hide her face. "Yes. She's visiting next week."
"What day is she coming?" Cyan asked.
Pia stood up quickly. "On Wednesday. Whoops, I need to get to work, see ya later!" She bolted before Cyan could ask any more questions.
Cyan liked the soup, which was a good thing because Azri had given Pia a large pot of it the day before. When he finished he washed his mug and spoon and set them next to Pia's on the drying board. There was nothing else to do, so he left for his walk just past eight.
The cool air felt good on Cyan's face. His walks had gradually gotten longer until he could make it to the western lookout point at the dockyard's entrance without having to stop. Azri had pointedly avoided the direction in which the off-season guest was staying. The aircraft was nestled in a corner, facing the forest. Cyan strained to get a glimpse of it whenever it came into view, and liked staring at the geometric designs on the craft's skylights. It sat high off the ground on a pair of unusual hover nacelles, and its rounded hexagonal shape gave it an odd mollusk-like appearance.
Without Azri to nudge him away, Cyan decided to let himself drift toward that area of the dockyard. The drifting didn't go as planned: he didn't know the maze of boardwalks as well as he thought he did. Cyan had brought plenty of water and was staying hydrated, but that was starting to present a problem. He counted at least four sets of stairs down to the ground, but he'd have to navigate winding paths to each. The boardwalk was higher than he cared to try dropping down from, so he picked his way toward the closest set of stairs.
The nearest stairs were practically within arm's reach when he found that there was a gap he hadn't seen, and stood staring at the boardwalks. His bladder tightened as he traced the route to the stairs, and he absentmindedly took a drink of water. It didn't help anything.
Cyan didn't remember making the decision, but he heaved himself onto his stomach and inched one leg off the boardwalk.
"Are you okay over there?" echoed a voice while Cyan gracelessly overbalanced and fell off the walkway. He flopped limply onto his back, which hurt less than he'd expected but it had also jostled his bladder. Cyan had just enough time to sit up, yank aside his shorts, and hope for the best-
A winged figure swooped down in front of Cyan: an Andyne woman in a ruffled green dress that settled around her like snow as she landed. She had tanned skin and high cheekbones, and her streaky mint-green hair was bound in a high ponytail, emphasizing her pointed ears.
"Are you-" she looked down, her coral-pink eyes widening. She covered her eyes, blushing as brightly as Pia had earlier. There was a long moment of awkward silence. It gave Cyan a quick break to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" she forced out.
"I think so," said Cyan. He was still leaking, but for some reason, he couldn't let go. He pulled back his shorts and spread his legs wider.
"Are you gonna uhm..." the andyne woman hesitated. "Can you cover yourself?"
Cyan took a breath to say something, but instead the words "Are you going to look if I do?" slipped out.
The woman shrugged and gave a self-effacing laugh. "Only if you want me to." There was a short, frantic pause and she added: "Please forget I said that. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you just use the stairs?"
Cyan felt a stab of annoyance. "They're not connected." He was trying to let go, but couldn't. "I meant to go under the walkway like Pia does when she has an emergency."
Another pause welled up, and Cyan's bladder finally released. His usual bright blue piss whizzed loudly into the dirt, and he couldn't help giving a big sigh. He tried to disguise it as a yawn and hoped the woman wouldn't notice.
"Pia? Is that short for Cassiopeia?" said the woman.
"Uhm-"
The woman gasped, "Do you call her Pia because-..." Yet another pause. She fidgeted, pressing her legs together beneath her skirt. "Do you mind if I pee too? I can use my wing as a screen."
"Sure," said Cyan. The woman was careful to shield her eyes while she hunkered next to him, carefully positioning her wing between them and spreading her feathers. Her dress rustled and she loosed what sounded like a small waterfall with a long, relieved sigh. Meanwhile Cyan was still going strong, and his urine left a subtle blue tint to the dry dirt as it soaked in.
"So...do you call her Pia because of her uh..." asked the woman, peering just slightly over her wing. "Condition?"
"Condition?" repeated Cyan. Next to him, the woman grunted and let out one last big spray. She leaned back, legs open, and dripped dry. Her wing had relaxed a bit and he could see her face.
"She goes pee a lot," said the woman, as though that explained everything.
"Everybody goes pee a lot," Cyan pointed out. "Especially if they have Azri telling them to stay hydrated."
The woman lowered her wing further and gave him a long, stern look. "Who are you?"
Cyan opened his mouth to speak, and words fell out again: "Excuse me, but you're watching me pee. Who are you?"
"I can only see enough to tell that you haven't taken off your pants," The woman snorted, "But touche. I'm Avaris Nucifera. I'd touch palms* with you but we're both little busy."
"I'm Cyan," said Cyan. He glanced downward; he was almost finished and had kept his shorts dry...except his butt was wet. He looked over his shoulder and saw his water bottle on the ground. The lid had fallen off, and the water had soaked into his shorts. It was close enough to Avaris for her to pick up, and she did, brushing off the dirt. Cyan's name was on the side, inked in Pia's neat handwriting.
"Ah, so this is yours," said Avaris. She stood up, keeping one wing out between them and dropping her skirt. She'd left a sizable wet spot in the dirt. "Sorry about that. Landing reflex**."
Cyan finished, hastily shook off, and pulled the leg of his shorts back into place. A hand lowered into view in front of him. Without thinking he took it, and Avaris yanked him to his feet so fast that he stumbled. Avaris steadied him; she was about a head shorter than he was, and looking down into her face gave him an uncanny sense of familiarity. It made him pull away, masking his unease by surveying his shorts. The water bottle had been just over half full and had mainly soaked along one thigh, and it wasn't as bad as he'd thought.
"How are you feeling? All your bones still in place?" asked Avaris.
"I feel good," said Cyan. There wasn't any lingering tenderness, and he hadn't pulled anything.
"I'll bet you do after that," Avaris replied, gesturing at the blue-tinted puddle Cyan had made. Cyan found himself wishing that his hair was as long as Pia's so he could hide his face. "Phew. Why is it blue, by the way?"
*Touching palms is a common greeting between worlds, where both participants perform essentially a slow-motion high-five. Andynes notoriously add customs, only use a specific hand for certain interactions, and privately ridicule the ways other Andynes touch palms.
**The landing reflex is a strong urge to urinate that comes on quickly after an andyne lands. Andynes have very strong, very large bladders otherwise, and can typically go for 1-2 days without urinating if they don't drink much.
Edited March 19 by Lucaptera
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Another chapter with more annotations for some reason.
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Chib Part 9:
Avaris walked Cyan back to Pia's airship, ducking under the walkways until they reached the stairs. Against his better judgment, Cyan didn't ask Avaris to stay outside...but when he walked in she didn't follow.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked. Part of Cyan's brain was screaming at him not to trust her, but the other part - the one that drifted, unbidden and fleeting like a shadow - overrode it. It was just past nine in the morning and already starting to get hot, and they were both starting to sweat.
"I can't be indoors for long, but I'd appreciate a glass of water," said Avaris. She entered the craft hesitantly, almost as though her weight might tip over the hovercraft.
Cyan washed his water bottle and poured them both some water while Avaris sat down heavily at the kitchen table, panting as though she'd just run a marathon. Cyan set down the water and sat across from her.
"Are you alright, Avi?" He was a bit surprised at his use of the nickname, but Avaris didn't seem to notice. She thanked him for the water and drank the entire glass in two gulps.
"Yeah. I don't usually use my wings, and that tired me out. Can I pour myself some more water?"
Avaris downed three more glasses of water at the sink. She washed her glass, thanked Cyan, and started for the door.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Cyan," said Avaris. "I need to get back home and have a lie-down."
Cyan had about a thousand questions chasing each other around his brain, and got the opportunity to ask exactly none of them before Avaris left.
Pia secured everything in the wagon they used to carry the groceries back. The little enclosed craft was pleasantly cool in the midday heat, and Pia and May had nothing to do but wait until Segoe's lone mountain came into sight. The errands that May had intended to take all day at Cloudwater Cove had only taken them until two in the afternoon, even with a long lunch.
May leaned back in her chair at the control panel and turned to Pia, sitting in the passenger seat with a set of radio headphones slung around her neck.
"That Nucifera twerp is still asking about you," said May, staring out the window at the grassy sun-baked plains below.
"From what you've told me she doesn't sound too bad. I'm sure if I spoke to her she'd be reasonable," Pia replied evenly.
May shook her head, her hawklike amber eyes darting to the window to the outside as though the woman might be standing there. She wasn't, and they were still an hour away from the dockyard.
"Something is off about her," May persisted. "She knows you came from Grace Harbor, and she knows about your condition. I think she has it too."
Last Thursday
The spicy-sweet aroma of leather conditioner, burned toaster pastries, and axle grease greeted May when she entered the old shop. It didn't quite cover the smell of ancient nicotine, but it was a welcome distraction from the Nucifera girl.
"Are you sure we can get that specific gauge here?" asked Avaris, fretting as she came through the door. She seemed nervous, hopping from one foot to another in her ridiculous floaty red dress. Her hair had been plaited into two long, streaky green braids, and she wore shoes better suited to a few hours of ballet than a day out visiting the scrapyard.
May wore a smartly-ironed set of overalls, and her hair dusky blue hair had been pulled up into a traditional no-nonsense (if painfully tight) Andyne topknot. "Of course. Lady Jenkins keeps a fair stock of rare parts, and if she doesn't have it, she can make it."
A Grisderm* woman of indefinite age seemed to pop up from nowhere. She wore a light magenta robe that went down to her spindly knees and a pair of heavy boots underneath.
"Lady Jenkins? That has a nice ring to it," snorted the much-hyped Lady Jenkins. "Just Lady is fine though. Two gorgeous winged ladies grace my shop and think they need to butter me up. Your custom order's all finished, Miss Eneko, and you are...?" Lady gave Avaris a pointed look that made her squirm.
"I'm Avaris," she said, smiling politely, and touched palms with Lady. Grisderms had four digits per hand instead of the more human five, and May watched for a reaction of disgust from her temporary shopping companion. There wasn't one.
"So, Avaris, what brings you to The Tinkering Scallop? Miss Eneko here," Lady indicated Miss May. "She has a nose for rare airship parts, so usually I'm the one buying from her."
A long conversation about hover manifolds, water piping, flux capacitors, fuses, and interior decorating ensued. The discourse was concluded when Avaris ran to the restroom for the third time that trip. Her thunderous urination echoed off the slick tiled walls of the bathroom while May waited for Lady to retrieve her custom order.
On the way back to their aircraft, Avaris bought a large bottle of fruit tea and finished it just in time to refill the cup with ice water for the journey back. They'd planned to stop at Cloudwater Cove for lunch, a two-hour trip south of Shell Bay.
Avaris had brought several textbooks with her to read on the journey, and sat with her legs tightly crossed in the passenger's chair. It was a cool, cloudy Saturday afternoon, and when May radioed the Cloudwater Cove dockyard she found that it was closed for off-season renovations. Avaris didn't take the news well.
"You can pee off the back," said May. "I'd hurry though if I were you. The rain is about to-" A rumble of thunder stopped her and made both of them jump. May knew they were safe inside the transport craft, but still did a quick double-check of the controls.
"You alright, kid?" May's heart was still racing a little, pounding in her ears. As it let up, she thought she could hear a quiet whizzing noise just over the sound of the rain beginning to lash the windows.
"I'm-" Avaris gulped, blushing. Her posture was oddly stiff, and she was leaning back just a little. "I'm okay."
May sat down in her seat at the controls and heard the whizzing noise again. It seemed to be coming from the passenger's seat, next to the radio where Avaris sat, and went on for what felt like a long time. May scanned the wall for leaks.
Avaris sat, reading her book with a cute, catlike smile.
"Do you hear that, Avaris?" asked May.
The sound stopped. "Hear what?" Avaris looked up casually from her book. Too casually, May thought, but didn't know what to make of it.
"Let me know if you see any leaks around the radio," May said, checking the compass. The whizzing noise started again, and May focused on it as her fingers manipulated a useless square of dials next to the controls. How long had it been going on, she wondered. Just how much water had gotten into the cabin already?
Wwwwsshhhhhwwsshhh-
May listened hard for any dripping and heard a small fart. Avaris's voice gave a big, relieved sigh, and suddenly May needed to pee.
Pia stood up and checked her seat. It was dry. "So you're saying she peed on this seat?"
"Right there," May confirmed. "I never found any spots or drips. But when I dropped her off at her aircraft, I noticed she was wearing something puffy under her skirt. It must've absorbed all the uh...secondhand fruit tea and ice water."
*Grisderm: A race of humanoids that look like the group of aliens called "the grays." They have tough elephant-like skin and either very pale or very dark eyes. The men carry the young to term in a brood pouch, and both genders typically wear long robes. Grisderms are very protective of their culture, so not much is known about them outside their homeworld.
**Summer is the slow season in Segoe(southwestern region); the eastern hub is easier for shipping lanes to go through. The western hub is easier in the winter, making it Segoe's busy season. |
It's back. Posting is faster than writing, and I'm also doing an edit of existing chapters.
Chib Part 10
"All we know for sure is that the worlds of the multiverse exist, and so does the medium that connects them. Sometimes, pieces of that medium get cut off and gain a sense of self. No one is exactly sure how, why, where, or when it happens, but they tend to appear as shadowy forms with skulls for heads. Known as "Skull People" collectively, they have no power to create or destroy, but can move freely between interconnected worlds. Skull People can use that ability to move items, people, and concepts to new places, and influence worlds, ecosystems, and societies.
It was a skull person named Hyachna who showed the Andynes how to travel between worlds, earlier than all of the other peoples. Andyne hovercraft technology was perfect for adapting to interworld travel, and it was our homeworld that laid the first foundations for interworld trade."
-An Andyne Children's History of the Andyne Homeworld
Cyan jolted awake at a desk, in a classroom. It was dark, and an overhead projector whirred away in the back of the class, throwing an image onto the projector screen. There were posters on the wall that he could almost read, but the letters diffused themselves into nonsensical shapes when he focused on them. About a dozen more desks populated the classroom, all empty. His desk was along the middle aisle, in the middle row, and the projection illuminated the teacher's desk, also empty.
The desk's armrest dug into Cyan's side and he sat up. A paper sat in front of him, showing a wingless girl wearing an oversized bird skull, underlined with the neatly-printed words: "INTO THE FIRE."
Much to his annoyance, Cyan found that he was naked when he tried to slide out of the cramped school desk. His skin stuck unpleasantly to the slick surfaces, and when he'd finally freed himself, he found that he was blocking out the middle of the projection. Instead of a blank screen behind it, his shadow seemed to be burning a hole in the board. On the other side was a darkened grove of strangely monochromatic trees with small lights flickering in their leafy branches.
"AVARIS. THE NAME 'FIRE FLOWER' IS A MISNOMER," a deep, tinny voice exploded from a speaker on the teacher's desk. "THE LIGHT STEMS FROM A BIOLUMINESCENT REACTION. BY DAY THEY RESEMBLE CLUSTERS OF PLAIN WHITE OR YELLOW BUDS, BUT BY NIGHT-" the recording cut off in an ear-shattering burst of static. Cyan took that as his cue and retreated through the hole in the wall.
Color bled into the world as the static faded out, and a glance over his shoulder confirmed that the classroom was gone, replaced with more of the gently twinkling woodland. One of the closer clumps of leaves caught his eye, and he looked closer. The flowers grew in clusters, with a glowing center in the middle of five tiny petal-shaped prismatic flames. Cyan reached out to touch it.
"-already doing that, Azri," sighed Pia's voice. Cyan didn't need to open his eyes to know that Pia was on the radio. His bladder was full again, and he sat up, yawning.
"I'll call you same time tomorrow," Azri's voice rasped with the radio static.
Cyan skittered to the bathroom and sat down to pee. He'd had another stubborn erection on and off for the last few days, but didn't mind waiting to do something about it: he could already feel himself trying to fall asleep again. He leaned forward, resting his face in his hands, with his elbows on his knees. In the other room, the radio shrieked as Pia hung up the receiver. Cyan stared at the glowing cave painted on the shower screen for a few seconds and closed his eyes. The world tipped into warm darkness.
He sat on a stone bench along a worn footpath. A cursory glance to his right revealed the familiar shapes of the stalactites, and the shimmering mist further in.
"I'm in the cave," he yawned aloud to himself, and lazily turned to look left. To his shock, someone was sitting next to him. It was Avaris, and she was naked, with pale scars dotting and crisscrossing her body. Her melon-pink eyes widened and they stared at each other for a long moment, until Avaris abruptly gasped, opened her legs on the bench, and urinated, raising her hips a bit to steer the flow. She stumbled and had to grip Cyan's shoulder to keep her balance.
Cyan wanted to examine the scars on Avaris's body, but a more urgent part of his brain pulled his gaze downward, to her gushing quim. It took an unexpected amount of effort to look back up at her face, and he blushed when he found her staring intently back at him.
"Are you-" She breathed. "You're Cyan, aren't you?"
Cyan blinked. "I think so."
Cyan jolted awake to a knock on the bathroom door.
"Cyan? Are you almost done in there?" Pia's voice echoed.
"Um-" Cyan looked down and found that he was now fully hard. He watched himself throb and noticed that his heart was racing. "I'm not sure."
"Everything okay?" asked Pia.
"Oh yeah-" Cyan paused, blushing. He didn't know how he was going to explain-
"I'll give you some privacy then," said Pia. "I'm just in time to water the tomatoes, too." Her footsteps retreated as she hurried out. Pia would occasionally go out and "water the tomatoes" when Cyan was in the bathroom. The thought of Pia peeing on her tomato plants only made the throbbing more intense. He blushed again and tried not to think about it.
Cyan's bladder was well past the bursting point. He strained to let some out, but the clear fluid bubbling from the tip of his urethra wasn't pee.
There was nothing for it. Bracing his feet on the floor, Cyan gripped his cock in both hands and went to work. Before he could stop it his mind provided the image of Avaris sitting next to him on the stone bench-
The tension rose in the pit of Cyan's stomach.
"Keep going until it stops coming out," Azri had instructed him during a particularly awkward visit the previous week. "And make sure you get a sample so we can test it." Usually, the memory deflated his desire, but Cyan had been ignoring it for days. He had just enough time to aim it so that he didn't spatter the floor again.
Cyan came in half a dozen shuddering bursts. There had been a lot more than usual, and somehow he'd kept it contained to the toilet bowl. He slumped forward, panting.
When Pia entered her air skiff, Cyan was having a long, loud piss in the bathroom. He fell asleep right after he emerged, slept through lunch, and stayed almost stubbornly asleep when the radio fizzed to life about an hour later. It was Saoirse, and she and Pia had one of their brief, coded conversations.
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Chib Pt 11
Azri dropped onto her hotel bed after a long day. Her lodgings in Chocolate Smudge were a little sparse, but the bed was clean, the blankets were soft, and the shower had a compact little waist-height walk-in bathtub. She was just considering making herself a soothing bubble bath when someone knocked on the door.
A bright-eyed young Haman woman in a hotel uniform and cap stood in the hallway, holding a stack of envelopes addressed to conference attendees, two of which she held out to Azri.
"Special delivery, Ms...The...um...Destructor?" said the young woman.
"Azri The Destructor, that's me," said Azri. "Thank y-" the young woman had bowed and skittered off around the corner. "Thank you!" she called. There was a far-off reply, and Azri shut her door.
Azri slipped her finger under the seal on the first envelope and pulled out the various papers onto the small desk next to her bed. There was a "fun" sports-themed activity day planned for her and her fellow conference attendees, and the front page advised her to bring a set of clothes that she wouldn't mind playing "foot the ball" in.
"I think I'll have a bubble bath day instead," Azri yawned. She set aside the papers and surveyed the next envelope. The letters "CSM" were monogrammed at the top right corner, and the fancy card paper used for the envelope was thicker than its contents. It had a string closure that had just been looped twice instead of tied, and the top was partially torn along the top fold. Azri opened it and pulled out a sheet of paper with the test results from the samples she'd brought. Something fell out when she turned it over, wafting lazily to the ground at Azri's feet. It was a note.
Chocolate Smudge had a reliable telephone system, and every room in the hotel had its own line. Azri contemplated using it to call the Chocolate Smudge Medical complex and glanced over at the digital clock by her bed. It was half past five on a Friday afternoon, and their business hours had ended half an hour ago.
Azri kept her evening radio call to Pia brief and to the point: the radio was the only way to communicate in the less permanently-settled parts of their world, Waypoint R/H-4, and there wasn't any way to prevent their conversations from getting intercepted. May normally kept radio contact to a minimum when either of them had to go out of town, but with Cyan in the mix, they'd decided to minimize contact. Even calling Pia was still pushing it, and Azri was Pia's physician.
Earlier that day, Cyan started his first walk around nine in the morning. He'd found a series of geological documentaries on Pia's television and had started walking the trails in the trees around the dockyard to observe the various rocky outcrops on the plateau. He hadn't seen Avaris since their meeting on Tuesday, but he always gave her squat little aircraft a glance when he passed it. That strange thought recurred every time he saw it, but he kept forgetting it as soon as it left his mind. He'd tried repeating it, bringing Pia's notepad with him to write it down (he'd forgotten the pencil that time), and the previous day he'd attempted to say it out loud. He'd got as far as "I've only-" before the thought flowed out of his mind like water.
That wasn't the only reason Cyan had started his morning and evening walks since Wednesday by passing Avaris's aircraft. Today was different though: it wasn't there. The boardwalks that had bordered it on three sides were empty and the power and water hookups still had their adapters attached. Cyan's mind flashed back to a diagram, and he wondered where he'd seen it.
Cyan made himself lunch around one in the afternoon. He had cold sandwiches, made with an Azri-approved version of "chicken salad," whatever that was, from a container in the refrigerator. As he sat down at the table with his food, a shadow passed within view of the window.
Avaris rushed down the stairs to the water and power hookups as soon as she'd set the Limpet, her aircraft, to hover. All of her deadlines for the day had been met, all of her weekly shopping was done, her aircraft's various tanks had been emptied and cleaned, and once they were all connected she'd finally be able to use her toilet again.
She pressed her legs together under her dress while she unscrewed and reattached the corresponding parts, the need to pee making her hands shaky and clumsy. She was wearing some leak protection, but it had only been insurance when she was sure she wouldn't wet herself: she'd forgotten that the dockyard at Cloudwater Cove was closed again, and hadn't been able to make a pit stop there on the flight back.
Avaris's bladder spasmed painfully as she screwed in the last attachments.
"Just-" Avaris groaned under her breath. "Just another thirty seconds." A hot drip escaped, warming her pussy, and she stepped back to look over her work. She saw that it was good, but there was a problem. The way up to her door suddenly looked a lot longer than it had a few seconds ago. Her groin felt hot, and she couldn't stop her body from shaking.
Avaris's urethra quivered, and she knew she wouldn't even make it to the stairs. Her heart raced and she tried to remember who might be around to see her. Mayra and Pia would be out at least until five, and the only remaining person she knew of was Cyan. She remembered that he'd said Pia went under the boardwalk in emergencies. It was a nice thought, but it was too late now. Avaris drew up her skirt, did an awkward half-curtsy, and pulled aside her underwear.
The breeze felt nice on Avaris's thighs. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, re-checking her work while she sprayed the ground. Avaris had deftly managed to avoid wetting her dress, but some urine had splashed her legs and feet, soaking into one sock. The rest soaked eagerly into the parched ground, leaving a deceptively small damp patch.
"Darn it," Avaris snorted, though without conviction. The day was already hot and arid, and even before this, she'd been planning a leisurely shower and a long nap. She'd just toss her shoes and socks in with the wash.
Avaris's flow took a long time to trail off. The pressure of it had caused a noticeable divot in the formerly dry, silty dirt. As she finished, she squatted to let herself air dry and heaved a deep sigh of relief. |
I'm up to Part 25, so might as well post more chapters.
Chib Part 12
5 Years Ago, Continued
Avaris jolted awake at her table. The clock on her phone said it was half past nine in the morning, but it was still dark outside. She went around to look out all of the windows and found that except for hers, all of the aircraft had gone from the yard. It took a long moment of intense squinting, but there was no mistaking it: the dockyard host's spot was empty too.
The walk to the laundry room was quick, and before she knew it Avaris found herself at the laundry room door. Her bladder spasmed; it was getting full from all the tea she'd had, but it was okay because she was still wearing-
Avaris opened the door into a hot, misty grove.
"Oh no," she tried to say, but her lips didn't move.
"Have you got your sleeping bag?" her own voice whispered. Avaris watched a younger, skinnier, and short-haired version of herself duck into the clearing through low-hanging branches, followed by the orange-skinned amphibious woman from the laundry room. Something in the air changed, and the woman's inky violet eyes found her.
"That and more," said the woman without missing a beat. "You staying hydrated?"
"I'm drinking what I need," Avaris heard herself scoff. There were a lot of things she wanted to say, but she couldn't. The memory was replaying like a recording; at the time they'd both been seventeen, but the woman had retained her age from the laundry room. Though there weren't any mirrors to confirm it, Avaris's streaked curly green hair rolled lazily over her shoulders, which meant she'd retained her current age too.
"If you drink a whole bottle of water," said the woman, her face regaining the rounder shape of her younger self from certain angles as Avaris's memory filled in the gaps. "I'll make out with you, Lady Nucifera."
A pleasant hot blush radiated down Avaris's face. Her sleek brown wings shifted, and a throb in her groin reminded her that she was currently much closer to wetting herself than she'd been that day at summer camp.
Avaris had drunk the entire bottle of water with a bravado that made her cringe to remember it, and was already creeping through the forest, holding her wings tightly at her sides. Aalis - the woman's name was Aalis - took a few loud drinks of her water behind her, and Avaris's brain reminded her that this was a good place to pee.
The scenery changed again without warning. She stood at the door of an old but well-maintained cabin. Aalis had shrugged off her pack and was pressing her legs together, watching Avaris try each key on an ancient key ring.
"Just go right here," said Avaris. She tried a key that didn't quite fit and jiggled it anyway. "Nobody can see, and I don't think there's a bathroom in here anyway-"
"What?" gasped Aalis. She wore a sports bra and shorts set that emphasized her long limbs and thin stomach. She was so skinny that Avaris could tell when her bladder was full, and it had already been bulging when they left. Avaris ignored another warm throb beneath her knee-length skirt.
The key fit in the lock, and Avaris heard the lock thunk open with a thrill of satisfaction.
"Avi," gulped Aalis, blushing a brilliant teal. She stood at the bottom of the stairs to the cabin, fumbling with her shorts. A small wet spot stood out in her crotch. "Could you-"
Avaris stepped down the stairs, spread out her wings, and folded them around Aalis before realizing that she was directly facing Aalis, practically watching her. She tried to turn around, only for Aalis to grab her hand.
"You don't have to."
Not really knowing what that meant, Avaris stepped closer to Aalis. She could see every strange, pale freckle on Aalis's face, glowing against the color in her cheeks.
"You're in the splash zone," said Aalis quietly. "You might want to move, or at least move your skirt." Avaris looked down at herself. She wore her blue school sweater and a long, heavy school skirt. They'd fit her well before she'd lost weight for her flying trials, but they were loose and baggy on her now. She wore a belt to keep her skirt up, and it pushed into her bladder.
"I should probably go too," Avaris intoned along with her younger self. She gathered the thick fabric of her skirt, careful not to show the bandages on her left thigh, and spread her feet apart. The cool air felt good on her legs. Now in position, Avaris took a deep breath and looked up to find Aalis's face almost touching hers.
"Are you not wearing any underwear?" asked Aalis as the first few drips escaped her.
"Only outdoors," Avaris said slowly, acutely aware that she was watching Aalis pee. Her eyes snapped back up to Aalis's.
"You can watch if you like," said Aalis in a voice that made Avaris's heart skip. Aalis stretched her shorts open wider, revealing her vulva. A fine layer of green pubic hair covered her up to her lower belly, and her inner labia stuck out in beautiful curtain-like folds that channeled her pale gold urine into a messy stream. Some of it splashed Avaris's legs and ankles, and it helped her let go too. Avaris opened her floodgates, pissing at a high volume for what felt like several minutes.
"How long have you been holding that?" asked Aalis while Avaris slowed to a quick drip. The relief was real, and Avaris tried to resign herself to what she was about to wake up to.
"Since we got on the bus this morning," sighed Avaris.
They had gone into the cabin after that and set up their bunks, where they would be hiding out together for the next few days.
Avaris opened her eyes. She was still at her folding table, her phone was dead, and she was still whizzing away copiously into her "protective underwear." It felt good, and she let herself wake up slowly, listening to the quiet whooshing noise and enjoying the spreading warmth on her bottom. Aalis - if it had even been her - was gone when Avaris ventured back out to grab her clothing and sleeping bag about an hour later.
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Chib 13
Azri spent Saturday watching movies from a warm bubble bath in her hotel room. Her work laptop sat on the bathroom counter, close enough to her room's little walk-in bathtub that she could use her old wired headphones to listen. The laptop speakers echoed off the tiled walls without them, and she didn't want anyone in the hallway to think she was in.
Around six in the evening, Azri couldn't put it off anymore and left her room for some food. Each floor of the hotel had a vending room with a hot drink and instant noodle bar, a vending machine full of snack foods, a refrigerated machine with sandwiches and fresh produce, and another full of frozen food, with colored dots on top corresponding to color-coded settings on the microwave.
Azri loaded herself up with everything that looked good and skittered back to her room with her hot and cold foods stacked precariously in her hands. She had to hurry: the note in the medical envelope had told her she'd receive a call at exactly six-thirty.
"We'll see about that," Azri said to herself, closing the door to her hotel room using her butt. The digital clock next to her bed read 18:27.
The first ring came exactly as Azri's clock hit six-thirty. Azri picked it up, munching on a snack cake.
"Good evening," said a familiar voice on the other end. Azri frowned.
"Hi," said Azri cautiously. "You're calling about my lab results?"
The voice seemed flustered. "No...I'm calling about Mayra Eneko, the owner of the Black Iris dockyard."
"Oh is that what the dockyard is called?" said Azri. "I didn't even know it had a name."
"It was called the Overlook Orchard until Lady Mayra Eneko bought and converted it..." the voice paused dramatically. "Forty years ago. Before that, it was the Bluebell Dockyard."
Azri sighed, staring longingly at a bowl of lemongrass glass noodles. "So you're saying this isn't about my lab results?"
The voice on the other end plodded on. "The real Lady Mayra Eneko sold the dockyard and moved out to Shell Bay-"
"Listen, if you're about to tell me that my girlfriend isn't who I think she is, you can save your breath," said Azri coldly. She folded out her disposable fork and stabbed at her lemongrass noodles. "She's trans, not evil, and she's not even the only person I know who's taken on a new name. People do it all the time on waypoint worlds like this." The voice on the other end hesitated for a few seconds.
"She used to be involved with the project that experimented on your patient, C. Williams. Miss Eneko's name back then was-"
"Why are you calling me about it now?" interrupted Azri. "Do you want something from me?"
"I'm just warning you to be careful," said the voice. "Segoe's phone system isn't secure, so I had to wait until you were out of town."
Azri took a long moment to passive-aggressively slurp her noodles before responding, "Is this line secure?"
"Yes," said the voice. "And just in case, I paid for an extra calling card to encrypt this call for two minutes."
Azri waited for the voice to add something, but there was only silence. "Calling card. Alright. Why did you open my envelope if you didn't want the test results?"
"I didn't look," replied the voice. "I just opened it to slide in the note and it ripped on me. Sorry about tha-"
The line clicked abruptly, leaving Azri alone with her food. The clock's display read 18:32.
Cyan took his Saturday evening walk around seven in the evening. There was a rounded rock formation in the orchard by Miss May's airship that he wanted to look at, so he grabbed Pia's notepad and a pencil on the way out.
The weather was hot and humid, and it made Cyan sweat in his clothes. May and Pia were in town that evening, taking Azri's children to sports practice and helping with school projects. Cyan had wanted to go with them, but neither May nor Pia would let him.
Cyan took a full water bottle and a floppy bucket hat to keep the sun from burning his scalp. He noted that Avaris's aircraft was gone again before hiking determinedly in the opposite direction, toward the old orchard attached to the dockyard
The path Cyan chose took him past the dockyard's main entrance. A spindly metal staircase snaked down the sheer side of the plateau, reinforced with extra anchors and emergency hover plates. He had a sprawling view of the valley below; the town of Segoe sat clustered on the edges of the lake that filled the bottom of the valley. The lone mountain loomed in the east, and the forests beyond blurred together into the distance. The sheer scale of it made his stomach drop, reminding him that his bladder was almost full.
As Cyan made his way down the stairs from the boardwalks, a shadow against the sky made him look up. Avaris's rounded, hexagonal aircraft lowered into view, turning so that the nacelles on the bottom were visible against the sky.
"I've only seen that in books," he said faintly. For a split second, he had a different name. A different life. He had a husband and two children, and a certification in genetic engineering from-
Cyan blinked. He was himself again, watching Avaris's aircraft descend back to her site.
The rock formation that he wanted to look at jutted out of the southern end of the orchard, and he made notes about it in Pia's notebook in his slow, square hand. He sketched the formation's distinctive red and black stripes on the next page, trying to take his time like Pia had taught him, but every time he stood still for too long he got all hot and clammy. He could climb partway up the rock to feel the breeze, but without the trees, he had to stand in the baking evening sunlight. He decided it was time to go back when he ran out of water, and emerged from the tree line near the northwestern corner of the dockyard.
Cyan tried to navigate the boardwalks to get back to Pia's airship and meandered his way across the yard for several minutes. Pia's airship was in sight, but he was getting lightheaded and didn't trust himself to drop off the walkway.
"Cyan?"
Cyan jumped: Avaris was standing next to him. She wore another floaty green dress that almost matched her hair, embroidered with pink and yellow flowers. Cyan realized somewhat dimly that he was only about ten yards away from Avaris's aircraft.
"Are you alright?" asked Avaris. Cyan felt himself blush, but his face was already flushed. "Cyan?"
The next minute was a blur: Cyan swayed on his feet and Avaris caught him, using one of her wings to help steady him. She steered him up and inside and sat him down at a little folding table next to her front door. Strangely, the front room that Avaris ushered him into was tiled from floor to ceiling, had several showerheads and faucets at various points along the wall, and a dark gray folding screen, secured next to a toilet.
"Is this a..." Cyan's head was swimming. He paused to pull himself together. Avaris set a glass of water in front of him, and he drank it all without thinking. |
Just one chapter this time. I might start padding it out with some character art.
Chib Pt 14
"Yeah, that's one of the original Limpet features," said Avaris, sitting down. "I've been told it's an insult to Andynes but it-" she stopped short and took up a long moment just slurping her water, shuffling her wings bemusedly. "Being a Limpet owner isn't so bad, especially when you can find the parts for it."
Cyan felt a wave of nausea and took another sip of water. Avaris's air conditioner was efficient, but it just made the sweat on his skin feel cold and slick. A showerhead stuck out of the wall behind him, with a mesh camping cot against the wall underneath, upon which sat a pillow and rolled-up sleeping bag. Maybe if he moved the cot-
Cyan sat up in what he immediately recognized as a camp cabin, in the middle of the night. He heard breathing next to him and jumped, leaking hot urine into his shorts. On the bed next to him was a young Amphibious woman, with orange skin and a moisture-conserving bonnet over her hair, curled up tightly in her sleeping bag.
"Aalis," he whispered, except his voice wasn't his. He extended an arm to nudge the girl, and found that it was in a dark blue sleeve. His hand was small and tan. "Aalis, can you please move your legs?"
Cyan sat up on his haunches, and something pulled at his back: he had a set of large, mottled brown feathered wings.
Aalis slept on and stretched, further blocking the only way off the bed. Cyan felt his bladder start to let go and clenched up just in time to stop it.
"Aalis, come on," he whined in the voice that wasn't his. After a long desperate moment, Cyan decided to crawl over Aailis and make a run for the door.
Hoisting his wings up high, Cyan lifted one leg over Aalis. It was shorter than he remembered and clad in a thick skirt, which acted as a barrier as he lost his balance and straddled Aalis, leaking with each movement. She didn't wake up as he scrambled off of her and ran over the bare floorboards to the cabin's door.
A pleasant, cool petrichor greeted him on the porch. Cyan wasn't brave enough to descend the stairs in the dark, so he stopped at the top and raised his skirt. The fabric was already soaked.
"Damn it," he sighed halfheartedly. With the skirt out of the way, he spread his legs and relaxed, letting the urine cascade down the stairs in a sparkling waterfall. It occurred to him that his lap was filling with piss, but when he looked down he was still standing up.
"Oh right, I'm her," said Cyan in his own voice. Everything was starting to fade, and he noticed a long scar on his (her?) left thigh before he woke up.
Cyan's cheek was against the table, and stuck a little when he sat up, back at the table in Avaris's front room. Something cold and heavy lay across his shoulders.
"Cyan?" Avaris stepped out of the open bedroom door. Radio static echoed from somewhere behind her. "How are you feeling?"
"I-" Cyan touched the weight on his shoulders and found that it was a damp towel. "...What happened?"
"You uh...passed out," said Avaris, turning pink. "I've been on the radio with the nurse station at Segoe. How are you feeling?" she repeated anxiously.
Cyan felt much better; he'd cooled off, his headache was gone, and his bladder was empty. His shirts were soaked, but so were the rest of his clothes.
Avaris hesitated when Cyan asked about it. "You peed yourself. You're not in a bad place for it, all things considered."
When it was determined that Cyan wasn't dying, Avaris walked him back to Pia's air skiff. It was still oppressively hot, but they took a short trail through the trees toward Pia's air skiff. The trail was shady, filtering the wind whipping over the boughs to a warm breeze.
"How long was I out?" asked Cyan as the silver hull of Pia's skiff blinked into sight between the trees.
"Only about ten minutes," said Avaris, pulling her wings in to avoid some branches overhanging the trail. "Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?"
"Can you stay for a bit?" asked Cyan. "Pia's not supposed to be back until five or six."
Avaris was oddly reluctant to enter Pia's skiff, but Cyan tried to make her feel welcome.
"It's not Pia that doesn't like you, just D-...I mean Mayra," Cyan added while Avaris sat at the kitchen table. The temperature inside the air skiff was chilly, but neither of them had any complaints.
"Thanks, that's comforting," Avaris sighed, looking around.
"You're welcome," said Cyan. He felt like he was missing something.
Cyan had a shower, changed his clothes, and passed the time talking with Avaris. She was from the Haman homeworld, and had been traveling on her own for several years in her "Limpet" hovercraft. She knew enough about using the radio to fill several books and spent the next few hours explaining it to Cyan, drinking her water very slowly. Most of it went over Cyan's head, and he quietly resolved to watch Pia use the radio next time Azri contacted them.
Azri hitched up her bag and legged it up a steep grassy hill. The phone call the night before hadn't particularly bothered her, though she knew it would unnerve May.
Despite being the largest settlement in the region, Chocolate Smudge didn't have a formally designated area for aircraft; even during the busy season, the small city didn't see much air traffic. The grassy fields on the outskirts served as the public area for people to set down their airships.
"Azri! Hey Azri!" called a wheezing but familiar voice behind her. Not the familiar voice from the phone call, and unlike the last time, the name of the voice's owner sprang readily to Azri's mind.
Azri turned around. A young, sweaty pale-haired woman stood at the bottom of the hill, nursing a stitch in her side while trying to balance a heavy backpack. She'd grown her hair out well past her shoulders and it hung in double braids beneath her pointed catlike ears.
"Saoirse? You're here?" asked Azri. Saoirse began to plod toward her up the hill, so Azri set down her duffel bag and ambled over. "Are you here for May too?"
Still breathless, Saoirse puffed, "Yeah."
"Gimme your backpack," said Azri. Saoirse gratefully shrugged off her bag and Azri walked with her up the hill.
"Thanks," panted Saoirse. "I ran all the way here from the marina."
Azri's duffel bag was solid enough for both she and Saoirse to sit on while Saoirse caught her breath.
"Is it true?" Saoirse asked, glancing around. Mayra's aircraft wasn't visible yet, so Azri took her thermos out of her backpack.
"Tea?" Azri offered, pulling a paper cup from her backpack. Saoirse took the cup, and Azri poured another for herself. "Is what true?"
Saoirse leaned in. "That Pia found a dead body in Mayra's machine shop," she hissed.
"We don't have to whisper out here, Sersh," laughed Azri. "He's alive, and currently staying with Pia, since she's the one who bought the part."
Sometime in the next five minutes, May's small runabout airship faded into view, gliding along the coastline. Both of them finished their tea and Azri packed away the cups.
"You should probably pee before we leave," said Azri. "It's a long way back."
"How do you-" Saoirse overbalanced as she stood up and Azri caught her.
Azri stood up, stretching her legs. "The need to urinate is one of the more nagging impulses. I can sense it whether I want to or not with most people, even more so with those I'm used to."
Saoirse sighed, "Amphibious people are so weird."
"To be fair, I'm weird by amphibious standards," laughed Azri, waving her arms at the approaching aircraft. "It's why I live all the way out here, outside of the water."
The teardrop-shaped metal airship whirred up to them and leveled out about a meter off the ground. May parked with the back of the aircraft facing them and it had only stopped for a few seconds when the main hatch at the back opened and May burst out in a blue and tan blur, zipping across the short distance to greet Azri before zipping further down the hill. Having grown up on the Andyne homeworld, May used her wings to make herself half-glide for short distances. There was probably a homeworld term for it, Saoirse thought, but she'd heard Azri call it "zipping" aloud and the name stuck.
Saoirse shouldered her backpack to haul it up to the hovering craft, but Azri followed May, spreading her legs on the ground in a similar way to what Azri was doing. Facing away from Saoirse, May lifted her skirt and Azri crouched, her shorts around her knees.
"Sorry I'm late," sighed May, stretching her wings as her bright yellow stream splashed the grass. "I dropped Pia off at the dockyard before I left." Saoirse realized that she was watching them. It was making her need to pee too, and they were downwind of her so there wasn't much else she could glean from the interaction. Saoirse picked up Azri's backpack and marched determinedly up into the aircraft. |
I padded it out with art. It takes even longer than the writing. Darn it.
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Chapter 15
Pia arrived at her front door around six in the evening. May had been bent on keeping them out on errands while "that Nucifera girl" was staying at the yard, so all they'd done was fly out to The Six Mothers and Crystal Cove to look through hardware stores. Pia had hauled a heavy bag up to May's machine shop, and stopped to look out the window at the medical unit she'd found Cyan in. It had been moved out behind the shop, and May had been helping Pia dismantle it for parts: the door had been taken off, and the cylinder inside had been drained, the last of the blue-tinted fluid sat congealing on the unit's floor.
Pia was about to leave and lock up when a staticky voice echoed from the radio next to May's workbench. "Black Iris? Black Iris Dockyard, are you there? This is the Tinkering Scallop."
Reluctantly, Pia picked up. She knew the voice: "Lady" Jenkins from Shell Bay.
"This is Black Iris," replied Pia. The clock above the outer door read a quarter past five. "It's outside business hours but I can take down a message."
"I wanted to know if you had any larkspur sprockets. I had some customers today in looking for them." Lady's tone was casual, but there was something oddly measured about it. In any case, Pia had never heard of larkspur sprockets. She wrote it down on May's notepad and told Lady to expect a callback the next morning.
Pia thought about using the bathroom on the way out, but left quickly, in case any more calls came in. She took a long route home, skirting the shady perimeter of the dockyard. She didn't particularly need to pee, even after the long flight from Crystal Cove, but she needed to water her tomato plants for the afternoon.
Pia descended the stairs from the walkway near her airship and looped around the back. The watering can sat upside-down next to the planter, and the anticipation made her need to pee as she bent down to pick it up. She filled it using the spigot attached to her airship's water hookup, trying not to listen to the hissing of the running water. Her bladder throbbed, and she looked away for something else to focus on.
Casting her attention about, Pia heard Cyan's voice drifting over from the open bathroom window above her. It was faint, and she didn't think much of it until a feminine voice replied, sounding nervous. Pia frowned, but heaved the watering can over to her tomato planter. The soil was parched from the heat, and she took her time distributing the water before setting down the empty can and raising one foot onto the side of the planter. Pia gathered up her skirt, starting to dribble as she fumbled with the shorts underneath; they didn't open in the crotch but were stretchy enough to pull aside easily.
Pia pulled back on her outer labia and watched herself twitch. She let go in a strong stream and heaved a slow sigh of relief. She closed her eyes, whizzing away, and imagined Saoirse standing next to her over the tomatoes.
"You really had to go," Saoirse purred in Pia's daydream. It lasted for several more glorious seconds, and Pia enjoyed the sensitivity building up in her-
"No really, Pia wouldn't mind," said Cyan's voice from inside. Pia opened her eyes and glared toward the open kitchen window. "That's what it's there for."
Pia seemed to go on peeing for a long time after that. It still felt good, but she didn't know who was in her home or what Cyan was saying she wouldn't mind. She didn't wait to stop dripping when she finished and strode around the bow of her airship toward her front door. The door swung inward as she reached for the handle.
"I'll just be a minute-" Avaris Nucifera stood in the doorway and immediately locked eyes with Pia.
Saoirse sidled out onto the back deck of the small airship. It was the only part of the airship that wasn't inside the cabin. It had a retractable loading ramp and a wide gate making up part of the railing, which wobbled unsettlingly against its lock when Saoirse tested it. She eased over to a small corner of the deck. The railing was sturdier there, and she pulled down her shorts, freeing her tail from the back in the process.
"Darn it," Saoirse sniffed, squatting down. The air was uncomfortably warm, but the constant breeze around the craft made it almost chilly in the shade. Coastal grasslands were slowly giving way to the forests as they flew southward, and mud flats streaked inland in stripes of brown and bright green. The sky was red, edged with violet, and the gold rays of sunlight warmed Saoirse's limbs against the slowly cooling evening. Saoirse's flow started as a hissing trickle, picking up to a wide spray. She couldn't watch herself in that position, so she relaxed and leaned back, hanging on to the railing. She'd been good about not drinking a lot of water all day, until about half an hour ago.
Mayra had a new guest at her dockyard, who she'd ranted to Azri about at length. Saoirse had tried not to listen and Azri managed to change the subject, pulling out some of the snacks she'd brought from her hotel.
"I didn't just bring back instant noodles," said Azri, opening a bag with a cartoony-looking cricket in a cowboy hat on the side. The words around the cricket translated to "Potato Clouds." When Azri opened the bag, Saoirse smelled potatoes and cinnamon with no small amount of relief. She'd been expecting crickets. Azri let Saoirse have the bag and took out another for herself and Mayra.
"They're made with potatoes and chirp flour," said Azri, opening a new bag and holding it out for Mayra. Saoirse ate the whole bag and drank two bottles of water in the space of about twenty minutes. The urge to pee hit Saoirse suddenly, and she excused herself while Mayra and Azri discussed what was in the "Potato Clouds."
A gust of wind kicked up and blew some of Saoirse's spray back at her, but it only really got on her butt and dried quickly in the constant breeze. Saoirse tried not to dribble down the side, but she knew she was going to. Some of it had gotten on her shorts, and she saw it when she stood up.
"Ugh, no," Saoirse groaned, dropping back into a squat. "Oh well. I need a shower anyway."
Saoirse let herself drip dry and daydreamed about showering with Pia for several minutes before standing back up and going back into the cabin. |
Including a "character sheet" on Avaris I made in December, compiled from various drawings of her from five separate documents.
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Chib Part 16
Avaris was reaching her limit. She'd stayed with Cyan for several hours and had been trying to pace her water consumption, but that only worked for an hour or two.
"Why don't you want to use the bathroom?" yawned Cyan, sitting down across from her at the kitchen table. His color was almost back to normal, though sunburns had given the skin on his forearms, neck, and legs a ruddy violet tint. For the last hour he'd seemed tired, and would occasionally get up and walk around the kitchen if he started dozing off.
Avaris wanted to get up, but she knew she would leak. Her lower belly felt tight in her dress and it had been uncomfortable for some time. "It's...it's one of those things..."
"Those things?" Cyan repeated, rubbing at his scalp behind his left ear. The gesture was eerily familiar to Avaris, but she was too busy trying not to wet herself to give it any thought.
"I don't like using the bathrooms in other people's homes if I can help it," said Avaris, pressing her legs together. "If I don't know how the toilet works I don't want to get it wrong and ruin the plumbing."
"If you're not sure, you can just leave it. I'll flush it next time I use the bathroom," Cyan reassured her.
"Do you think that Cassiopeia would mind me using it?" Avaris clenched up to avoid an oncoming leak, tightening her wings nervously behind her.
"No, I don't think Pia would mind. That's what it's there for," said Cyan.
Avaris looked over at the open bathroom door and her stomach dropped. The front door was slightly closer. Her anxiety won out. Avaris stood up and scuttled quickly to the door.
"I'll just be a minute," she said, and pulled on the door handle. Cassiopeia Williams stood outside, glaring at her. Avaris's mind blanked and her bladder let go.
"Hi," Avaris said weakly, clutching at her dress. Her urine felt hot on her legs, running silently onto the linoleum floor over her feet and sandals. "Cassiopeia."
"Hi," replied Cassiopeia, bemused. "You're Avaris Nucifera."
Avaris gulped. She couldn't stop peeing but she also couldn't coax her legs to move. It felt good, which only made her more embarrassed. Cassiopeia placed her hands on Avaris's shoulders and guided her out the door. Once Avaris was outside, Cassiopeia backed away slightly on the walkway.
"Relax, you're outside now," sighed Cassiopeia.
"I can clean it up," Avaris's voice broke. "I'm really sorry."
"You have my explicit permission to use the bathroom next time," said Cassiopeia dryly. "Cy was right, that's what it's there for."
Blood drained from Avaris's face in cold prickles and she raised her skirt a bit. "You heard that?"
"Not all of it. Why are you here?" Cassiopeia sighed.
Avaris raised her eyes to Cassiopeia's inky crimson ones. Cassiopeia's expression was stern but not angry.
"I um-" Cyan stumbled out of the aircraft behind Avaris. "She's here because of me."
Cassiopeia looked to the side of Avaris. "Are those sunburns?"
"Yeah." Avaris couldn't see Cyan's face, but she could hear the guilt in his voice.
Cassiopeia sniffed, exasperated. "You're staying hydrated though?"
"I am," said Cyan. "I'm feeling a lot better."
A long awkward silence ensued, during which Avaris's flow stopped. She had to push to get the rest out, and stood, panting. Part of her wanted to cry, but she couldn't bring herself to relax that much.
"Would you like a towel?" asked Cassiopeia. Avaris gave her a small nod.
In the bathroom, Cassiopeia handed Avaris a towel out of a cupboard. "Leave the towel in the washer when you're done with it. I don't have any tops for wings, but if you need some shorts there are some you can use in the dryer." With that done, Cassiopeia started toward the door.
"Cassiopeia?" said Avaris.
"Just Pia is fine," said Cassiopeia. "Come out when you're ready and you can tell me what happened."
Pia was waiting for Avaris at the kitchen table, reading a novel when Avaris exited the bathroom. She closed the book on her thumb to mark her place when Avaris sat down.
"Where's Cyan?" asked Avaris. Pia gestured to the couch, where Cyan lay stretched out on his side, snoring softly. "That was quick."
"He sleeps a lot. I'm surprised he's been up since this morning," said Pia. "So, what happened?"
Grateful that there weren't any personal questions, Avaris recounted the events of the day.
The sun was setting when Mayra's transport craft touched down at the dockyard. Azri and Mayra left to make some food at Mayra's house, and Saoirse set off for Pia's airship.
The lights were on in the kitchen area when Saoirse reached the rounded metal air skiff. She could hear hushed voices inside. One was Pia, but she didn't recognize the other one. Saoirse resisted the urge to eavesdrop and knocked, smelling a scent much like one she'd noticed on the ride over. It had dried, but someone - the same person whose scent she'd smelled on Mayra's aircraft - had recently wet themselves on the spot where she stood. The smell had a distinct note of distress in it. One set of footsteps retreated to the bathroom, and the door opened. Pia stood there in a tank top and shorts, with her waist-length hair twisted up into a bun.
"Saoirse!" Pia bowled into her, nearly picking her up. "You're early!"
Pia kissed Saoirse, and Saoirse kissed her back enthusiastically. Someone else emerged from the doorway behind Pia, and Saoirse didn't need to see the person to know who it was.
"Did you come back with Miss May?" asked Pia breathlessly.
Saoirse nodded. "Yep. She picked up Azri too. They're having dinner at Mayra's, but Azri said she'll be here afterward to check on things." Saoirse could smell the newcomer's relief at...what exactly? When Pia stepped back to lead Saoirse inside, Saoirse looked up. "You're 'the Nucifera girl,' aren't you?"
The newcomer was about Saoirse's height, with large tawny-colored feathered wings. She wore a floaty green dress and had light green hair that almost matched it, tied in a high ponytail, and pointed ears. Though "that Nucifera girl" was quite tanned, Saoirse could see her blushing as easily as she could smell the woman's apprehension.
"That's me," said Nucifera miserably.
"I've heard quite a bit about you," said Saoirse.
"Saoirse, this is Avaris," said Pia. "Avaris, this is my partner, Saoirse."
"It's nice to finally meet you, but what are you doing here at this hour?" Saoirse asked. "And where's the person you found floating in the stasis cylinder?"
"Cy's asleep in the living room," Pia replied. "He passed out earlier and Avaris brought him back here."
Saoirse could tell from the mix of smells in the room that Avaris had been there for several hours. "Before you got home?"
"I stayed to make sure he was alright," said Avaris. It didn't smell like she was lying, but a pang of jealousy made Saoirse sniff the air again. There was something unsettlingly familiar about Avaris's scent, and there was something else in the background, both familiar and distressing. "I was supposed to stay until Cyan's doctor called to check in. Did you say she'd be coming here in person?"
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Whoops Saoirse is cosplaying Ellie from Jurassic Park. Except for the shoes I think.
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Chib Part 17
Cyan sat up and stretched. He sat at a desk, fully clothed this time, but it felt like someone else's desk and someone else's clothes. The clothes fit, even with his wings, but the desk was several sizes too small. His knees were pressing against the back of the desk in front of his, and though he was definitely blocking out someone's view of the front of the classroom, none of the shadows at the desks around him seemed to notice. He tried to pull in his wings to make them smaller, then remembered that he didn't have wings.
He'd spent the last hour, according to the old analog clock on the wall, writing out an essay on Andyne mythology in careful, swooping cursive. Cyan didn't recall ever learning to write in cursive. He signed the top of the paper "Avaris" and unfolded himself from the confines of the desk. When he reached the front of the classroom, the teacher sitting there faded out, as though they'd only been a shadow. Cyan felt that he should be more alarmed about it, but his body turned away from the teacher's desk on its own and he walked through the same hole in the wall that he'd seen last time.
The dark woodland around him was in color this time. Dark green leaves shrouded little prismatic flames. He expected the flowers to give off heat in the cool night air, but they didn't.
A hand brushed Cyan's shoulder and he turned. It was-
"Hey Aali," he said in Avaris's voice. He - Avaris - was seventeen, on a school trip to a waypoint world, to see the flowers that she (he?) was named for: avaris. They were small and bloomed in clusters of three to twelve. During the day the avaris petals were transparent, almost ghostly in the sunlight, but at night they lit up, their sheer petals turning into flames of varying lengths and hues, depending on the species. It was some kind of bioluminescent reaction involving spores, and he (she?) knew that he should be taking notes.
Aalis, almost a head taller than Avaris, was dancing on the spot in the ambient light from the flowers. It made the pale freckles on her orange skin stand out, and her violet eyes glinted like metal.
"What is it?" asked Avaris's voice.
"There aren't any bathrooms here," Aalis whispered. Around them, flashlights bobbed through the trees. They'd come to that field on a biology field trip with about three dozen other students at nine-thirty at night. Like everyone else, Aalis, Avaris, and Cyan by extension wore their blue school uniform: a heavy wool sweater and long skirt.
Cyan followed Aalis down a darkened path, the branches brushing (her) his wings. The transition had been sudden and jarring, because this, it occurred to Cyan, was a dream.
"Can you see out here?" Avaris's voice asked in the starry silence as they crossed the flower fields, running away from their class.
"Not really, but I can feel the underground powerlines in my legs," said Aalis. As an Amphibious person, Aalis had neuroelectric nodes in her skin that allowed her to feel and interpret the various electric fields around her, whether from people, animals, certain plants, or sources of electricity. Avaris just had normal, slightly nearsighted vision equivalent to a human's, but she didn't need sharp vision to see the light over the trees: a yellowed floodlight illuminating another bathroom building. They rushed to the door and found it locked with an "Out of Order" sign taped to it at eye level.
"No," Aalis wheezed, pounding on the door. "No no no!" With no other option, she ran around the bathrooms. As Avaris, Cyan followed. He could tell what was coming and tried to backpedal and stop his feet, but it wasn't his memory.
As Cyan rounded the corner, Aalis raised her skirt. She had just enough of a stream beneath her hem for her piss to sparkle in the flickering gold-colored light.
"I need to go too," said Avaris's voice. Cyan tried to say something, watching himself squat on the grass, hiking up his skirt.
"No!" The word didn't come out. "No no no!" Cyan tried his hardest to wake up as his bladder let go.
"No-" Cyan sat up, flooding his shorts. He shambled to his feet, rushing past a thin, pale-haired young woman with catlike ears on the way to the bathroom. She sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of soup. Cyan caught a glimpse of the young woman watching him owlishly when he shut the door. He pulled down his shorts and sat on the toilet. His clothes were dark colored, at least, so he wasn't staining them.
Cyan didn't take long to finish, but he sat quietly for a minute or two after that, listening to the front door. He heard Pia's voice, and Azri's, along with one he didn't know. According to the bathroom clock, it was half past seven, well after the normal time for Azri's evening radio calls. Azri's voice sounded like she was on the other side of the door. He jumped at a knock on the bathroom door.
"Cyan?" It was definitely Azri's voice. "Are you okay in there?"
"Yeah." Cyan got up and pulled up his shorts. The cooling urine at least felt good on his legs where he'd been sunburned.
"May I come in?" asked Azri.
"Yeah," sighed Cyan.
Azri sidled in. "I'm back early," she said, looking him up and down. "You soaked your shorts. Good, good."
"Why is it good?" yawned Cyan. Now that he'd emptied his bladder his brain was trying to go back to sleep, and he couldn't understand why wet shorts were a good thing.
Azri launched excitedly into a jargon-heavy explanation of "the test results." Cyan wasn't sure what tests she was referring to, and she went on at length using words like "hydrostatic," "high-grade," and "anti-deregenerative properties."
Azri ended her lecture with, "But we'll just have to get a urine sample to test it on things at some point. Now go and get a shower."
"But the couch-"
"Most of it soaked into Pia's blanket," said Azri. "We'll just toss it in the wash with your clothes."
When Cyan was done showering and dressed in dry clothes, Azri took his vitals.
"There was a person with cat ears in the kitchen," said Cyan. He was more awake after the shower, but sleep was quickly ebbing back.
"That's Saoirse." Azri scribbled in her notebook. "She's Pia's partner."
Cyan tried not to yawn and failed. "Is Avi still here?"
Azri looked up. "Avi? You mean Avaris?"
Cyan nodded.
"She left about half an hour ago. I had to talk to Pia about her medication." The disappointment must've shown Cyan's face, because Azri added, "I'm the one who asked her not to wake you. I had your test results and medical matters to discuss with both you and Pia."
"That's what I'm saying," said Pia. "The unit had an attached battery, but it hasn't worked for years."
"I'd like to take a look tomorrow if that's okay," replied Saoirse. Pia caught Cyan's eye when he came out of the bathroom and introduced him to Saoirse.
"Nice to meet you," said Cyan. Saoirse gave him a curt nod.
"You smell very unusual," Saoirse declared. Already used to weird comments from Azri, he responded with a vague "thanks" and earned a narrow-eyed look from Saoirse before he plodded over to the couch and dropped down onto it. It was dry, but all of the blankets were gone. It didn't stop Cyan from falling asleep.
"What did you mean by him smelling unusual?" Azri asked Saoirse, slipping on her shoes to leave. Pia was in the bathroom, humming while she switched out the laundry.
Saoirse hesitated and stared down at her empty soup bowl. "I've smelled something like him before. It reminds me of fresh paint, but I know that's not it. I can't place it."
"A construction site?" suggested Azri. Saoirse shook her head. "A new airship?"
A face Saoirse hadn't seen in a while bobbed to the surface of her mind. "Are there any secure communication lines off-world around here?" |
Including an image of Del that I drew in May. Also this is the same place from Saoirse's Adventures on Literotica.
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Chib Pt 18
22 years ago:
It was almost midnight, and Del was the only passenger on the bus when it pulled up to the glass dome that housed the entrance to the front building. Del was there, by herself in the middle of nowhere, to fill a job posting lasting only two and a half weeks. The pay was good, and if she completed this assignment she'd be off for the rest of the quarter.
The company Del worked for bore the initials WS on all of its paperwork but she didn't know what it stood for. Each WS site was different and tended to name themselves according to the initials. Here, they were calling their operation "World Sleepers," which made Del think of a mattress factory. The building complex was certainly big enough to be a factory.
The light in the glass dome was on and the outer door was unlocked, so Del entered, hitching up her suitcase. Another glass door lay just inside the entrance. The hallway behind it was dark, but it looked like the main entrance. A pair of bathrooms sat within sight of the door and reminded Del that she hadn't used the bathroom since before she'd left home at a quarter to two that morning. Outside, the bus drove away.
When a tentative knock on the inner glass door got no response, Del went back out and looked around. Further up the road was a fenced-off parking lot, with a small booth at the gate. The shutters facing the road were closed, but there was a light on inside. Del thought she could smell hints of a nearby lake or river, and if she stopped to listen she could hear the quiet rush of waves somewhere close. The sound made her need to pee, so she tried to ignore it.
The security booth echoed with the tinny voice of a sports announcer. Del set down her suitcase, took a deep breath, and knocked on the shutter. She took out her employee ID and shook back her hair; the photo on it was of her with a buzz cut, but her wavy gray-blue hair had grown out to her jawline since then. She kept her hair pulled back for work, but she wasn't scheduled to be on the clock for another day and a half, so she'd worn it down on the bus ride.
While Del waited for the guard in the booth to respond, she tried to fold her wings behind her to look smaller. Despite being thin and wiry, Del stood at just under two meters tall, with large blue and tan feathered wings. She knew she was an imposing figure and tended to slouch or sit down when she had to meet people for work.
A minute went by, and Del knocked again. This time the tinny sports game stopped, and a panel in the shutter slid aside to reveal a pair of eyes.
"Oh hey it's a person," said a slow baritone voice. "Who're you?"
"I'm with WS," said Del, holding up her ID. "Security personnel." A hand reached out of the slot and took it, there was an electronic beep as the guard scanned the code on the back, and the hand came back out with the ID. Del took it back and put it in her pocket.
"You were supposed to show up tomorrow," said the guard plaintively. "I need to make a call. The keys aren't out here because we weren't expecting anyone." The slot shut with a clang that made Del jump. The night was warm at least, she thought, listening to the guard requesting the keys over his scratchy two-way radio.
Del felt exposed standing between the road and the fenced-off parking lot, keenly aware that she was several hours away from the nearest vestiges of civilization, and even further from the nearest hospital if anything were to happen. There was forest all around, filled with a cacophony of squeaks, croaks, chitters, yowls, whistles, and whoops from unseen woodland creatures. She'd been thinking of running off for a quick pee in the forest until a deep, sonorous scream emanated from somewhere close by. Del knew it was most likely a wading bird, but that didn't make her feel any better about it. She shuffled closer to the booth.
Over the next several minutes, all Del had to focus on was the growing need to pee, vaguely menacing animal noises, and the sports game on the radio. Eventually, a door in the front building opened and a figure hurried out through the parking lot. Del's bladder throbbed in anticipation. The door to the booth opened.
"Reteena said the keys were out here," said a feminine voice. "Maybe she-"
"Stay here, I'll go get them," grunted the guard. Del caught a glimpse of the man's tan uniform and long pointed ears before he faded to a squat shadow between the lights, plodding toward the door the figure had come from.
Del's stomach dropped, adding to the pressure on her bladder. Since the guard hadn't seemed to be in any hurry, Del figured she had time, and drew her wings around her to screen herself from the sides. She squatted a bit, pulled down her waistband, and let go. She allowed herself a deep but quiet sigh of relief-
"Aha! Found them!"
There was a loud clunk. The floodlight above the booth switched on. It was bright and blinding, and Del shielded her eyes with her free hand. The shutter in the road-facing window slid up, screeching in metallic protest. It made all the animal noises around them pause, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.
"Oh! Excuse me!"
Del looked up through her fingers, her heart racing. A head, draped with long green hair, pulled hurriedly into the booth.
"How long have you been waiting out here, sir?" asked the feminine voice. "If you're okay with answering right now. If not, take your time."
There was something so earnest about the voice that Del almost corrected them. She reminded herself that she didn't even know this person's name yet and gave their question some thought instead.
"Not long," said Del. She glanced down at her watch, found that the excitement had caused a minor inconvenience, and used her free hand to aim herself downward instead. "The guard called right after I knocked on the window."
"Do you umm...need anything?" asked the voice. "There's no toilet paper but I have a box of tissues here."
"I think I'm okay," said Del. The only sound was the quiet whoosh and splashing from her own stream. Animal noises were starting to creep back, but they didn't cover the sound.
"I'm Althea Tock, one of the physicians here," said the voice. A chubby, pale hand extended from the window clad in a long white sleeve, and it took a long, awkward moment for Del to realize that Althea meant to touch palms with her.
"Can we do that after I've washed my hands?" Del asked sheepishly.
"Of course! I didn't think of that," Althea gave a nervous laugh. "Here, I'll sign you in, shall I?... I see one andyne...last name Liliaceae?"
"That's me," sighed Del.
"You have a beautiful first name," Althea commented. "What do you usually go by, Delphinium Liliaceae?"
"Del is fine," said Del. Del's first name was one of the things she'd always liked about herself, but people often said it sounded too girly so she'd gone by Del since she was a teenager. "And thanks."
"I think I've got the right key," said Althea. "Did you want to um...wait until you finish what you're doing?"
"I um...yes," gulped Del. "I'm almost done."
Del finished and carefully readjusted her clothes as she stood up.
"All finished?" Althea's voice asked from inside the booth.
"Yeah," Del sighed. "Thanks for waiting."
Althea opened the door to the booth, rattling the keys as she selected the right one. Del grabbed her suitcase and stepped over to the gate, trying not to look at the puddle she'd left under the light. Althea was just a shadow at first, until Del's eyes adjusted.
Althea was Haman, about a head shorter than Del. She was curvy and wore a pair of large horn-rimmed glasses, with short pointed ears and long green hair, plaited in fishtail braids that joined at her clavicles in a traditional Haman hairstyle. Her oval face and dark eyes were friendly and open over her long white coat, under which she wore a pink floral blouse and dark slacks. It took her a moment to unlock the gate.
Since the guard still wasn't back, Del and Althea sat on two rickety folding chairs in the booth. The space was cramped for two people, so they brought their chairs outside and sat down in the parking lot. Del had enough room to stand up and stretch out her wings.
"That looks like a good idea," said Althea, stretching her arms. "How was the ride here?"
"WS paid for the express transports," said Del. The journey had taken just under twenty-two hours, rapidly hopping from one express transport or ferry to another, and once even chartering an airship transport when one of the ferries got delayed. "It was chaotic, but it took one day instead of three."
"That explains why you're here so early." Althea stood up when the door to the front building opened and the guard emerged.
"Oh, here's Alvin," said Althea. "Are you hungry, Del?"
Althea led Del through a maze of hallways in the main building, past the glass dome at the entrance, and down a long stairwell, at the bottom of which Althea had to scan her badge to unlock a heavy steel door. The corridors had gone from carpeted offices to cold cement stairways to blinding white walls and linoleum. A medicinal smell permeated the lower levels, and it gave Del a low-grade headache.
Althea and Del stopped at the bathrooms next to the cafeteria, and both washed their hands. The cafeteria was small and almost empty at that hour, and had a wall of self-serve vending machines in addition to the kitchen next to it. Del was pleased to find that one of the machines served pasta, and got three orders of it with a bottle of water and a small variety of donuts. Del scanned her ID card to complete the purchase. It didn't work.
"Your ID probably isn't in the system yet," said Althea, scanning her card to pay for Del's order. "Our system syncs with the company's every few hours, so it should be in by breakfast."
"If you like I can repay you by getting you lunch some time in the next few days," said Del. Her spaghetti carbonara was still too hot from the microwave, so she stirred it impatiently and started on one of her pastries.
Althea and Del made lunch plans for later on the way to Del's quarters. Two security doors required Althea's clearance to pass.
"Your ID should work on most doors once you're in the system, even in the medical wing," said Althea when they arrived at the door to Del's room. Del nodded along, yawning: now that she'd relieved herself and filled her stomach, her body's next priority was sleep. Althea had to get back to work, and after she left Del got a good look at the room that would be her home for the next two and a half weeks. The amenities were minimal and the showers were communal, but Del's room was clean and comfortable, and she had her own bathroom. Del sat down on her bed, meaning to take off her shoes, and fell asleep instead. |
I'm not at home, so no art today.
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Chib Pt 19
Pia woke early, with Saoirse contentedly nuzzling between her breasts. After days of travel and poor sleep, Saoirse had been out the moment her head hit the pillow. Pia tried not to wake her but she opened her eyes as Pia sat up. It was six-thirty in the morning.
"Are you getting up?" Saoirse yawned, stretching against Pia. "I know it's Monday but isn't summer the off-season?"
"It is," said Pia, planting a kiss on the top of Saoirse's head. "I don't have anything scheduled today, but I'm basically on call until five."
"Do you really think Mayra's going to get up this early with Azri there?" Saoirse asked.
"I'm not going to speculate on that," said Pia, though she let Saoirse pull her back. "What my boss and my doctor do in their free time is their business."
"Well I could smell it all over them yesterday," said Saoirse, grinning.
Pia sank back down under the blankets. "Alright, alright. But I still want to get out to water the tomatoes before Azri gets here."
Azri opened her eyes at exactly 6:30 am. She lay comfortably tangled in May's limbs and didn't particularly want to move. She was warm under the blankets and the morning air, streaming in through the window, was cold and damp.
"Can you sleep in just for today?" mumbled May. "You're not even supposed to be back until tomorrow."
Azri yawned and stretched, prompting a stretch from May. "I'll call at eight-thirty, then maybe visit around noon."
Saoirse tiptoed past Cyan, pulling Pia by the hand. He didn't seem to be awake, so Pia quietly closed the front door. Since it was past eight in the morning they were both fully clothed; Saoirse had slept in her clothes, and Pia had changed into a rainbow gingham linen dress. The morning was quickly warming up, but the slight chill in the air made Pia leak a little. The scent made Saoirse's heart race, but she could smell something else. Saoirse stopped Pia.
"What is it?" asked Pia, looking around, pressing her legs together.
"Someone is here," said Saoirse.
Pia huffed, "I can't believe Azri is late, but her timing is-" she trailed off when Saoirse leaned over.
"It's not Azri," whispered Saoirse. "Go and check on the tomatoes. I'll take care of this and meet-"
"No. I live here, I'm coming with you," Pia hissed. She was practically dancing on the spot, but somehow managed to hold her bladder. "It's probably a delivery or something."
"Hello?"
Saoirse drew herself up in her most professional manner and turned to see a young Andyne man. He wore a full-body windbreaker outfit, a matching cap with a flying mask, gloves, and goggles. A logo for "Fast Flyers Shipping" was emblazoned across the front of his uniform and on the side of the large bag on his hip. His wings were brown with a tight pattern of stripes, and almost resembled a moth's wings on the outside.
"Hey Cass...ipea?" the man said slowly. "Is Mayra around?" He pronounced it as "my-ra."
"It's 'may-ra,' and just Pia is fine," said Pia, suddenly businesslike. The young man handed her a clipboard from his bag and she signed a delivery form. "You almost got it that time though, mister...Tulip, if I remember correctly?"
Tulip nodded and handed over a small cardboard box. "How did you..."
"It was on the receipt from the last time you were here," said Pia. "I tend to remember those Andyne floral names."
Tulip left with a friendly nod, and walked away, securing his flight equipment before taking a running start and taking off the walkway. Once he was out of sight Pia took the box and set it down next to her front door.
"You know him?" asked Saoirse while they hurried around to the back of the craft.
"Just his name. I don't usually see anyone from the Fast Flyers. They're fast, but they're expensive." Pia gave a little moan when she saw the planter and waddled over to it, dribbling on the dry ground. She lifted one foot to the side of the planter and gathered up her skirt, panting and angling her hips to get all the liquid she could in the soil around the parched-looking tomato plants.
Saoirse resisted an urge to crinkle the dry leaves with her fingers and dropped her shorts.
"May I help?" asked Saoirse. Pia nodded.
"They shouldn't be drying out this fast," Pia gave a sad little sigh. "When we go into town next I should probably pick up some mulch."
Saoirse straddled a dry corner of the planter and balanced herself on her haunches over it. Her clitoris was still retracted, so that she appeared to have slightly puffy human-looking female genitals. With some concentration, she achieved a stream but couldn't stop most of it from running down her leg.
"You hide it really well when you have to," said Saoirse.
"I've had a lot of practice," Pia said, blushing. "The medication and pelvic exercises help. Three years ago I wouldn't have made it out of bed without a major leak." Pia finished, stepping back from the planter and dropping her skirt. She dripped on her way over to get the watering can and waited for Saoirse to finish and get up before watering the plants with the watering can.
Azri opened her eyes to a shocking sight: the clock on the nightstand read 10:34. She sat up muzzily, trying to stay calm.
"It's fine, everything's fine," said Azri, taking a deep, slow breath. "May would wake me up if there was an emergency."
"I'd wake you up if there was anything serious," said May from the stairs. She crossed the room and sat on the bed. "You seemed to need it after last night, so I let you sleep. I talked to Pia just now, and she tells me that Cyan is doing fine."
"She called you?" yawned Azri. She got up and followed May downstairs. She could hear a kettle whistling.
"Pia called to ask if she and Saoirse could take the runabout out to Nilbog. She made sure to tell me that Cyan is okay, but that his sunburns are sore." May took the kettle off the stove and poured hot water into two instant noodle bowls. A heaping bowl of fried rice, a pan of crispy potatoes, and an assortment of croissants sat on the stove. They ate out on the back porch in their pajamas. |
Boring two chapters. I'm still on a shared computer so I pasted a SFW pic of Arthur.
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Chib Pt. 20
Cyan jolted awake to a knock at the front door. Azri had called at eleven, confirmed that Cyan wasn't dead, and told him she'd come by to check on him in an hour. Though Cyan had been awake all morning, determinedly reading a newspaper that Pia had gotten in Segoe, he'd drifted off some time in the past hour. He'd gotten halfway through, almost far enough to get to the headline, "BEWARE THE BATSQUATCH," before he fell asleep. It hadn't felt like an hour, but an hour of sleep never did, he thought, stumbling slightly to the door.
"Sorry, I fell asleep-" Cyan trailed off. Avaris stood at the door in a sleeveless wrap shirt and a linen skirt. She held a small opaque blue bottle, and her wings twitched behind her apprehensively. "Oh, hi Avi."
"Good morning. I um..." Avaris fidgeted. "I just remembered that I had some sunburn cream and I thought it might help." She held it out and Cyan took it.
"Thanks," said Cyan. When she pressed her legs together, he sighed, "It's still okay if you use the bathroom."
Avaris squirmed. "Well um...Miss Mayra is coming this way, so I was going to run away along the trail before she sees me."
Azri came into sight around the trees wearing her usual light cardigan over her pajamas. She walked hand-in-hand with Mayra, who wore her work coveralls and glared at Avaris.
"Is she bothering you?" said Mayra sharply. It made Avaris flinch.
"No," Cyan replied. "She's just giving me something for my sunburns."
"You know, you could just pee on them," Azri interjected casually, ambling forward and holding out her hand for the bottle. Cyan handed it to her. She opened the cap, sniffed it, and nodded. "This is the next best thing though. Did you get this locally?"
Avaris gulped. She was shaking. "I got it at Crystal Cove last month."
"Do you ever go flying in that shirt?" scoffed Mayra,.
"She can't fly, May," Azri said off-handedly.
"Yes, she can! That's how illegitimate children earn their names," said Mayra. "They have to complete an advanced flying trial."
Avaris turned on her heel, used her wings to slow a jump down from the walkway, and skittered away around the end of Pia's airship, leaking the whole way.
"I have some things waiting for me at the machine shop," Mayra sniffed. She opened her mouth to say something to Cyan and suddenly turned sheepish when she made eye contact with him. "Nice to see you again, Cyan," she said and swept away across the walkways, the iridescence on the blue part of her wings shimmering in the dappled morning shadows.
Cyan hurried down the stairs and ducked under the walkway after Avaris.
Pia's airship hovered at the standard meter off the ground, and Avaris had squatted almost underneath it, toward the middle. Her wings were folded around her, but they only covered her upper half and her face. Cyan could clearly see the scarring on her thighs, pale against her deep tan, and flashes of mint green pubic hair. He tried not to stare and looked at the feathers on her wing instead.
"It's just me," said Cyan, kneeling next to Avaris. The gesture felt weirdly familiar and at that level, he could see why she'd picked that spot: a tomato seedling grew in the shade under the aircraft. Avaris was trying to aim for it, dampening the ground around it. "Can I help?"
Avaris lowered her wing just enough to peer over it, and hastily raised it again when she made eye contact with Cyan. "Yeah. Sorry for running off like that. I thought I had more time."
Cyan pulled down his shorts and relaxed, aiming at the distinctive spiky leaves. He hadn't thought he'd needed to go that much, and it felt good.
"So...is your pee blue like that permanently or is it like..." Avaris paused, finished her long pee, and shifted her wings to balance while she dripped dry. "...Is it something you drank?"
"I think it's just like that," said Cyan. "Are you doing okay?"
Avaris took a deep breath, lowered her wing, noticed Cyan relieving himself, and raised it again. She'd glanced at his crotch, and it made his stomach flutter. "Sorry! ...I'm fine, fine! I'm just having a bad day."
Cyan finished and took an extra second to adjust because of some inconvenient swelling. When he stood up he held out a hand for Avaris.
"Thanks, but I probably shouldn't," Avaris sighed, dropping her skirt and pulling her wings back behind her. "I got my hands wet."
"I think I'm used to touching urine by now," said Cyan. "We can wash our hands inside."
Azri was sitting on the edge of the walkway by the front door, dangling her short legs in the sun. Avaris had always been somewhat intimidated by Amphibious physicians and tried in vain to hide behind Cyan on the way to the front door. Azri waited for the two of them to pass and followed along behind Avaris.
Avaris and Cyan took turns washing their hands at the kitchen sink. Cyan went first, then went over to the couch for Avaris to take his vitals. Even while Cyan sat down, Avaris could feel Azri watching her.
"Azri, why did you tell me to pee on my sunburns?" asked Cyan as Avaris sat down at the kitchen table. Azri took several seconds to respond. It unnerved Avaris, and she was glad she didn't need to pee anymore. Then Azri finished taking Cyan's pulse and jotted it down in her notebook.
"Are you sure you want me to talk about it with our guest here?" asked Azri.
"You said it in front of Avi and Mayra," Cyan said sternly. It seemed to surprise Azri as much as it did Avaris. There was something weirdly motherly about his tone. "I think Avi deserves an explanation too."
Azri gave Cyan a long, calculating look. "Touche," she said finally. "How much do you remember from what I told you in the bathroom last night?"
"None of it," said Cyan without hesitation.
May found the box that had been delivered next to the message book on the counter next to her long-range radio equipment. May took off the outer packaging and found that it was addressed to Nucifera, A. Grumbling, May forced herself to look at the message book and cursed herself for letting Pia and Saoirse use the dockyard runabout without a second thought.
Chib Part 21:
Pia touched the small airship down on the water at the bottom tier of a many-leveled air dock. The trip had taken an hour and a half in increasingly sweltering heat as the day warmed up. Even trying to pace herself, Pia had gone through two bottles of water. It was starting to fill her bladder, and she was looking forward to relieving herself off the back of the airship into the water before walking over to pay the docking fee.
"Pia," Saoirse put a hand on Pia's shoulder and stopped her before she got to the back door. "You might want to wait. We have neighbors."
Outside the window, a black shape with gleaming white patches surfaced in the water next to the aircraft. Around it, part of the deck extended into the water, and two smaller shapes rose up slightly in the water. It took Pia a moment to recognize them as people. The first was a blue-skinned woman, naked down to her long shimmering red tail and carrying a spear. The second looked younger, thin with what appeared to be long violet dreadlocks and reflective silvery skin all over. Their eyes glinted like coins, and they made eye contact with Pia through the window. Pia paled, and the silver-skinned youth responded by waving their hand in what they clearly thought was a friendly fashion. They had no fingernails.
"Are they Amphibious?" Pia said under her breath.
"They're native to this world," said Saoirse, waiting for Pia next to the door. "The one with the blue skin is a Mellen, but I'm not sure about the other." The one with the coin-like eyes waved again, bobbing in the water right in front of where Pia had intended to pee off the airship. A voice on the radio saved her from having to go outside: it was May.
"I have to take this," said Pia. "It could be important."
"Alright. I'll go see what our neighbors want, and pay at the kiosk," said Saoirse, kissing Pia on the cheek.
"Could you swing by Shell Bay on your way back? I know it's out of the way, but I'd like to get those sprockets if at all possible," said May.
"You mean they weren't in the package we got this morning?" asked Pia. Outside, Saoirse spoke to the silver-skinned youth while she extended the ramp and opened the port side gate. Pia couldn't hear what they were saying, but the youth seemed to communicate by gulping air and burping it back out.
"No, that's addressed to one of our guests." May's tone was flat and formal. "If the Scallop doesn't have the parts anymore, tell them I'll take a schematic for them." Something was wrong, but it occurred to Pia that the radio probably wasn't secure.
"Have you heard from my mother yet?" asked Pia, using their code phrase for situations like this. Pia didn't even know who her mother was, and May had never spoken about hers around Pia.
May took a long moment to reply. "She's not feeling well, but it's not an emergency."
Pia processed that sentence. She'd called May back to the dockyard that way several times. "Should I head back, just in case?"
"Not yet," said May. "If it gets serious I'll call. Just make sure you leave Shell Bay by three-thirty. We're supposed to get a thunderstorm this afternoon."
After the call, Saoirse was gone and their "neighbors" were still floating around behind the airship. The large black and white shape next to them was easier to see: a large orca, who'd taken up position next to the blue-skinned woman. Pia made a point to painstakingly check all the radio equipment until she heard Saoirse's footsteps on the back deck.
"We're paid up for an hour," said Saoirse. "We'll have to hurry, but this won't take long."
Once outside, Saoirse greeted the two people in the water while Pia locked up. Pia turned around and Saoirse introduced her to the people in the water: the silver-skinned youth was a young girl named Naleini, and the Mellen woman was a hunter named Tabbitha. Naleini insisted on touching palms with both Saoirse and Pia, and thanked Saoirse for grabbing them a map at the kiosk before swimming away, keeping their heads above the water so that Naleini could read the map and keep it dry.
The city of Nilbog sat at the mouth of a wide river, and the waters housed a large community of both Amphibious and Native aquatic people. Canals sat alongside the main roads. The dwellings and other buildings were a combination of squat industrial buildings, domed prefabricated structures, and graceful suspension towers overlooking the river docks. Native marsh plants and trees grew in regularly-placed green spaces around the city. It looked intentionally planned but the effect was pleasant and provided areas of shade in the summer heat. Pia would've appreciated the city's design more if the constant susurration of running water didn't remind her that she needed to pee.
"It's not much further," said Saoirse.
May walked slowly toward the odd little airship. Despite how much she disliked its owner, she couldn't help but stare. It had the classic double-hulled shape, muted beige siding, large rounded portholes, and cool-colored horizontal stripes. The words "THE LIMPET" broke up one stripe on the side. It really did look like a limpet, May thought as she knocked on the front door.
Over the next several minutes, May knocked three times. She contemplated just leaving the box by the front door and elected not to.
The communication hub in Nilbog was housed in a wide semi-outdoor lobby. Soundproof cells sat in color-coded clusters and part of the room connected to the canal entrance outside; what at first looked like an ornamental pool was a skylight into the aquatic half of the communications center. It had the same neutral floor tiles and the cells for making and receiving communications were the same as above. Pia caught a flash of silver right before Saoirse tapped her shoulder.
"Did you want to sit in on the call?" asked Saoirse.
Pia nodded. They'd located the bathrooms in the communications center, only to find them closed for renovations. Pia had assured Saoirse that she could hold it; the added security measures for Saoirse's call were expensive, and they only had enough on them for a five-minute call.
The cell reserved for them sat near the wall. Inside was a booth that fit both of them comfortably, in front of a console containing interfaces for several different kinds of communication, including a flat-screen for visual communications. The cell had air conditioning and humidity controls, which Pia resisted the urge to mess with. Saoirse dialed in her various codes and sat back, waiting for the call to connect.
"You have...THREE...minutes on your balance," stated the cool female voice on the line. "Use full balance?" Saoirse pressed the corresponding button.
"I thought we had enough for five minutes?" said Pia. The phone rang on the booth's speakers.
"I'm saving a bit so we can stop by the tea shop on the way back and you can use the bathroom," said Saoirse. "It shouldn't take long anyway unless Ar-"
"Hello?" said a sleepy voice through the speakers.
"Daffodil?!" exclaimed Saoirse.
The voice on the other end yawned. "Not quite. It's-"
"No, no, we've met enough times for me to get this right." Saoirse's face screwed up in concentration. "Dianthus? No...Delphinium? Daisy?"
"Digitalis," the voice corrected sleepily. "How are you, Saoirse? Are you looking for Bear?"
"I'm doing really well, thanks for asking...but who's Bear?"
Digitalis seemed to wake up a little bit. Even through the speakers, Pia could tell he was flustered. "Oh um...Arthur. I'll go get him."
Pia couldn't stop herself and blurted out excitedly: "Arthur? You mean we're calling *that* Arthur?" She'd never met Arthur, but Saoirse had told Pia a lot about him; they went off-world for archaeological digs almost every year, and though they'd been a bad fit romantically, they were good friends and still rendezvoused occasionally.
"Uh...hi," said Digitalis. "Is this a group call?"
"This is my partner, Pia," interjected Saoirse. "We're renting a cell at the communications hub."
Pia felt herself blushing. "Oh...hi, Digitalis! It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Pia," said Digitalis. "Giving the phone to Arthur now. Take care, Sersh, Pia."
Digitalis took the phone away from his ear and said in the background. "Bear, Saoirse and her partner are calling you."
"Mmmnnnhello?" said an even sleepier voice.
"Hey, Arty." Saoirse introduced Pia and immediately floundered; she hadn't thought about what, exactly, she was going to ask.
"You said you noticed a familiar smell," Pia prompted. "It was something to do with Cyan?"
"You have...ONE MINUTE...remaining," warned the voice.
"There's another person there?" Arthur yawned.
"We're renting a booth at the call center," said Saoirse, making an effort to be patient. "Pia found a live person in an old medical unit a few weeks ago-"
"What kind of medical unit?" asked Arthur. Digitalis'a voice echoed vaguely in the background.
Saoirse looked pleadingly at Pia. She still had the plate with the medical unit's various serial numbers, but it was back at May's workshop at the dockyard.
"It was..." Pia hesitated. "It was one with uh..."
"You have...THIRTY SECONDS...remaining."
Pia's stomach did a backflip, pressing down on her bladder. She contemplated letting out a little right there and pushed through it instead. She didn't have time to wet herself.
"It had a um...a tube?" Pia could picture the inside of the unit but didn't know any of the terminology. "Cyan was in it....a cylinder?"
"You have...TEN SECONDS...remaining."
"Oh!" said Arthur. "You mean like they have in-"
The line cut off. "Your balance has been resolved. Thank you for choosing the Nilbog Communications Hub."
Pia stood up. The brief rush of adrenaline lessened the need to relieve herself. "I can run out to the kiosk for that extra two minutes."
"Thanks, but I think it might be better to try again later," said Saoirse. "I'm not even sure what time it is where Arty lives now."
Conveniently, the service kiosk sold interworld timetables. Saoirse bought one on the way out.
"Now I just have to figure out where Arthur's working," said Saoirse. "Digitalis was there, so I think he might be rooming with him and Milly." The day was still clear and hot, and they walked down a shady street to a canal-side tea house. There was a line, and Pia and Saoirse joined it.
"Who's Milly?"
"Digitalis's wife...Or maybe ex-wife. I'm not sure if they renewed their marriage after five years," said Saoirse, reading the iced drinks menu.
"Didn't he call Arthur 'Bear?'" said Pia. A lot of things on the menu contained bananas. She decided on an iced banana drink. "That sounds like a pet name to me."
"He did, didn't he?" Saoirse said, grinning.
Saoirse went and claimed a table while they waited for their order and Pia made her way to the bathrooms. They were closed for cleaning, so Pia went back out to wait with Saoirse.
May plodded back toward her home with a nervous knot in her stomach. She couldn't do anything right away about the current situation, and this time was different than all the others. Pia had made it different, then Azri. What would she do? Where could she go?
When May looked up she found herself at her airship, alone. She went inside to change her clothes and left the box in her front room for later. |
Chib Part 22:
"What are we going to Shell Bay for?" asked Saoirse after she and Pia had left the Nilbog air docks. Dark clouds loomed from the northwest, and Pia steered toward them.
"Miss May needs me to grab some obscure part from Lady's shop," Pia replied, pressing her legs together. She'd forgotten to use the bathroom before they'd left the tea shop. There hadn't even been that much of a hurry; they still had a quarter of an hour before they'd had to leave, but something Mayra had said had been worrying, and Pia had felt the need to leave as soon as possible.
Pia had another need, which Saoirse could smell as much as the nervousness. Saoirse couldn't just sit and watch anymore, so she got up and wandered back. The winds outside were beginning to pick up, and the floor lurched under her feet. One of the cupboards contained a small mop bucket. It would do. Saoirse took it and closed the cupboard.
"I can take over if you want to pee off the back," offered Saoirse, realizing how terrifying that sounded as she plopped into her seat.
Pia gulped, "Thanks, but it's too choppy for that right now."
"How about this?" Saoirse held up the bucket. "I'll hold it so it doesn't slosh around on the floor."
Pia blushed but nodded, scooted up in her seat, and started to raise her skirt.
"You concentrate on keeping us in the air," said Saoirse, gathering up Pia's skirt and lowering the bucket. As usual, Pia wasn't wearing any underwear. "Just angle your hips a bit, and I'll do the rest."
Pia took a deep breath. Her vulva twitched, but she didn't let go. After a few more deep breaths, she finally relaxed and the first of the urine pattered into the bucket. It was a mark of how comfortable she was with Saoirse that she let out an audible sigh of relief, and it made Saoirse's heart flutter.
"How much further is it to Shell Bay?" asked Saoirse while Pia's flow sped up, splashing the sides of the bucket.
"About half an hour at this speed," Pia said breathlessly.
After a short but pressurized pee, Pia dribbled to a stop. Saoirse stayed in place for an extra minute or two, waiting for Pia to stop dripping. The bucket was about a third full when Saoirse stood up.
"Thanks for that," sighed Pia. "It's much easier to concentrate now." Pia readjusted in her seat. There was more air turbulence as Saoirse slowly walked the bucket back to dump its contents.
"You know, we could turn around," Saoirse said, wobbling back to her seat. She kept a grip on the bucket; she didn't want to put it down until she had a chance to rinse it out. "We're going to have to go through this part of the storm again on our way south, and I don't think Mayra would want us to risk our lives just for some airship parts."
Pia seemed to hold her breath for a long moment. Another bout of turbulence rocked the craft, and she turned it around in a slow, careful arc.
May tried to enjoy the breezy coolness on the way to Pia's airship. She anticipated meeting Azri on the boardwalk in between her home and Pia's and was almost there when she found her, sitting on the edge of a boardwalk by Pia's front door with none other than the Nucifera girl. May's heart sank: the Nucifera girl wasn't a person she particularly wanted to see, and in addition to that, May had left the box addressed to the girl back in her front room.
The Nucifera girl was the first to notice May on the walkway. To make it worse, her eyes were red and puffy like she'd been crying. Azri looked up and waved, said something to the Nucifera girl in the low, businesslike tone that she reserved for her patients, and stood up to greet May. Behind her, the Nucifera girl scrambled to her feet and hurried inside.
"What's wrong, May-may?" asked Azri.
Avaris shut the door behind her and peered out the window next to the door while Cyan was taking a drink of water. He made an effort to swallow it before speaking.
"What's wrong, Avi?"
Avaris took a deep breath. "Miss Mayra is outside. I don't..." she fidgeted. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy, and she went over to wash them in the kitchen sink. "I like it here, and the more I talk to her, the more I think I'm overstaying my welcome."
Cyan had noticed Mayra's low-grade hostility toward Avaris. "I'll talk to Azri about it." Avaris went to sit down at the table. "You can sit on the couch if you like."
"Thanks, but I'm more comfortable sitting on chairs," said Avaris. "I don't want to have an accident where you sleep."
"Do you really have accidents that often?" Cyan asked.
"Well...I try not to," said Avaris. "I don't usually go indoors without protection."
"Protection?" Cyan echoed. The various possible meanings crept to the front of Cyan's mind from their hidden recesses. "Do you mean-..."
Avaris braced herself. "Absorbent um...clothing items."
Cyan blinked and sipped his water. "Oh, you mean-"
"Yes. Please don't say it," said Avaris miserably.
Not wanting to just sit on the couch, Cyan brought a book of word games and puzzles Azri had given him to the table. He and Avaris spent the next hour solving them together.
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I wanted to isolate some images from a recent sketchdump but found that I merged it all because "what am I going to use this document for ever again?" Skeleta (Avi's mom) and Tacca (Avi;s dad), the red-haired girl is Avaris Amaryllis (a different girl with wings named Avaris), Ophelia (one of Digitalis's exes), Aalis, younger Avaris with Aalis (she started with pink hair), mini-blueprints for Avaris's airship, Sean (Saoirse's human dad, based loosely off the ST:TOS Sean Finnegan), and Daniel Wicks in his school (the City of Rain Disco Dinos) tank top. Avaris Amaryllis, Ophelia, and Daniel Wicks are from my "normal" fiction. I've already forgotten what the T.C. on young Avi and Allis's school uniforms. It's also my reference for Avi's surgical scars.
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Chib Pt 23
Pia took the inland route for their flight back. The storm behind them was moving faster than she'd anticipated, and she set the airship down on what appeared to be a flooded abandoned stone quarry. The spot Pia chose was on a wide shelf on the water, protected from the wind by the bulk of the hill it was carved into.
Next to her, Saoirse's eyes were fixed on the darkening sky outside. She clutched at the bucket nervously, visibly trembling. Pia stood up, stretched, and gave Saoirse a reassuring pat on the shoulder on her way back.
"May keeps emergency bedding in here," said Pia, opening up a large cupboard. There was a rolled-up mattress, two pillows, and a random assortment of collector's tourist blankets. "If you sit on the bed I'll pile the blankets on you," said Pia while she rolled out the mattress.
Saoirse balked, squirming in her seat. "I um...I need to pee."
It was still sprinkling when they stepped onto the back deck, and Pia leaned on the railing with an umbrella. Saoirse pulled down her shorts, which still bore a faint urine stain from that morning and the day before.
"Let's wash your clothes when we get back," Pia commented, pushing the lever on the emergency umbrella. The click made them both jump as it unfolded and prompted a startled trickle from Saoirse.
Saoirse pushed her hips out over the bumpy ground about a meter below and pulled up her shirt, taking the chance to look at her clothes. "They're pretty dusty, aren't they?"
Pia leaned over and held the umbrella over both of them.
"And you're still retracted?" asked Pia, watching Saoirse's pseudovulva twitch. Being half Renoige, Saoirse's clitoris was a pseudopenis, which looked and functioned much like a human penis, but could fold in on itself for penetration.
With some effort, Saoirse achieved a spraying stream. She pushed on it, trying to make an impressive arc for Pia, and the rushing stream ran down her butt. "I've been sustaining it, daydreaming about eating you out," grunted Saoirse. The wind picked up a bit, but the rain had slowed. Pia was about to suggest that Saoirse could eat her out right there in the abandoned quarry, until a roll of thunder made Saoirse flinch. Saoirse hurriedly pushed out the rest, dripping into her shorts as she skittered back inside.
Avaris looked up when Cyan put down the pencil. Cyan's face was redder than normal under his sunburn.
"Are you gonna do what Azri suggested?" asked Avaris, forgetting the word they were trying to decipher on their current crossword.
Cyan nodded.
"Would it be alright if I used the bathroom first?" Avaris squirmed; the more she thought about it the more urgent it was.
"We can both use it," said Cyan mildly. "I was going to try it in the shower."
Avaris followed Cyan into the bathroom. Cyan disrobed as he stepped behind the shower screen with its painted cave scene. Avaris found herself staring at it, though knowing what Cyan was doing behind it made her look away. She remembered that she needed to pee, and focused on that instead. She let loose and urine thundered into the bowl, echoing off the bathroom walls. It was embarrassing, but at least it was loud enough to cover Avaris's moan of relief.
Cyan cleared his throat awkwardly about thirty seconds in. "So uh...I heard that we're supposed to have a storm today."
"I heard that too," Avaris grunted, slowing to a trickle. "Then it's supposed to rain all week." There wasn't any noise from Cyan's direction, and Avaris had opened her mouth to ask about it when a knock came at the door.
Avaris padded out of the bathroom and crept apprehensively toward the door. A cursory peek revealed a person with dusky blue hair, who then made eye contact with her. Avaris tried to smile and wave, glad that she'd just emptied her bladder. Mayra had changed into a casual pinstriped sun dress that fell elegantly on her thin figure in a way that made Avaris curse her own love of sweets. Azri was with her.
"Hi Miss Eneko," Avaris said preemptively, only to have a box thrust at her. She took it without thinking. "Oh this is is here early-..." Mayra had an odd look on her face.
"That was delivered this morning," said Azri, taking Mayra's hand. "We're glad you're here since you didn't answer your door. Is Cyan in?"
Avaris tried to focus on Azri; Mayra was staring at her. "He's in the bathroom. He's doing that thing that we um..." Avaris couldn't help a glance at Mayra, who was blushing as brightly as she was. "The thing we talked about."
Cyan emerged from the bathroom, adjusting his shorts and clasping his hands over his crotch.
Azri nodded smartly. "Good, good. Let me know how it works!" Azri breezed out the door, pulling Mayra along with her. Cyan shut the door and they both retreated to the bathroom. Avaris wasn't sure why she'd gone back, so she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
"Can you um..." said Cyan when Avaris opened the door to leave the bathroom. "Can you stay? I think it would help if I had someone to talk to."
"You mean while you..." Avaris pushed through the resulting blush, knowing that Cyan couldn't see her. "While you...do that thing."
"If not, that's okay. I'm just having trouble," said Cyan, turning on the shower. Avaris considered it: they'd already seen each other with their pants down, both figuratively and literally. Avaris sat back down on the toilet and studied the painting of the cave, listening to the splashing from the shower.
"Didn't Azri say not to rinse it off right away?" asked Avaris.
"It's just for the noise," said Cyan.
"You could try running warm water over your groin." Avaris stared determinedly at the painted cave scene on the shower screen. She could trace the path all the way to her house...Except Avaris couldn't remember ever living there. "It's how I get myself to go if I'm in a hurry and my bladder gets shy."
Cyan took a deep breath and let it out slowly while the splashing in the shower changed. "It's working...I think?"
Avaris felt another urge to pee coming on and since she was already on the toilet, she let it tinkle into the bowl. On the other side of the screen, Cyan groaned softly.
"You okay over there?" asked Avaris. "Or would you like some privacy?" |
Chib Pt 24
Del rolled over, opened her eyes, and jolted upright. She'd scheduled lunch with Althea for one in the afternoon, and the clock on the stand read 13:03. Del had just enough time to wash her face and brush her hair before rushing out the door. Althea was in the hall, walking toward Del's room. She looked as tired as Del felt and wore the same clothes from the night before.
"Oh good, you're here," said Althea. "How's your room?"
"It's comfortable," Del yawned. Althea led Del back down into the labyrinthine corridors from the night before. "Sorry for sleeping in."
"I'm just glad you didn't get lost," said Althea. "It's too easy to put a foot wrong in this place."
They ascended a long stairwell and exited at the top into a wide room. The entire front wall was a window that looked out on the lake below. There wasn't a wait for most vending machines, and Del was able to pay for Althea's lunch using her ID. About half the tables were occupied, populated by Haman office workers and a few doctors, wearing the same long white coat as Althea. Del got a few casual glances from some workers, but no one said anything; it wasn't the custom in Haman culture to speak during meals.
Del sat down and took a long drink of her coffee. It was surprisingly good for something mixed in a vending machine. Outside the lake shimmered, and Del could pick out outlines of ruined structures in the trees on the opposite shore. She waited until they were leaving the cafeteria to ask about them.
"Really? I've never seen any ruins," said Althea, somewhat more loudly than necessary. She held the door for Del on their way back out, carefully closing the door once they'd both stepped into the sunny hallway beyond. Del could tell from the way her eyes darted around that she was trying, conspicuously, to be inconspicuous. "If you're up for a short walk we can check out the lake shore."
Their path to the lake took them down a few flights of stairs through the office wing through a large room with a similar glass front to the office cafeteria, filled with cubicles. Del could see over the top. Many of them, like Althea, were green-haired. Roughly half of all hamans had some shade of green hair, so it made sense that it'd be everywhere in a mostly-Haman compound. From there, they took a short stairway to a floor-level hallway, flanked by large conference rooms. Heavy double doors at the end of the hall sat propped open in the midday heat, and Del could hear the lake beyond, lapping sedately against the concrete docks. It made her need to pee, but she put that out of her mind and tried to enjoy the sun.
The forest around them was a mix of broad-leafed trees and dark green conifers. Leafy shrubs made up most of the underbrush, punctuated with clumps of pointed ferns and wispy white foxglove flowers. A thin trail wound in and out of the trees along the shoreline, and Del found herself watching for the ruins she'd seen earlier.
"Are you sure you've never seen ruins out here?" said Del.
"I've never seen any ruins here," Althea replied, speaking with a steady, deliberate cadence that gave Del a deep chill in the pit of her stomach.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Althea?" asked Del.
Althea's normally pink face drained. It made her skin look faintly green. "You know that you'll be working with me, right?"
"Am I?" Del yawned, climbing a steep, rocky path up the side of a gully. She was feeling more and more awake in the fresh air. "I haven't received my assignment papers yet. I assumed I'd be at the front desk or on outside guard duty."
At the top of the hill, Althea tripped on a rock and teetered backward. Del was behind her and reached up to steady the small of her back.
"Thanks," puffed Althea, helping Del up the last few steps of the slope. "You're mainly babysitting me, but we've had a few go-homes in the past few weeks so they'll probably call you in for some guarding shifts." The WS was big on security personnel because of how their contracts worked, so it wasn't unusual for doctors to have security escorts. It also wasn't unusual for security personnel to have to go home. They had lives too, didn't they? The thought made Del more anxious than it should've and she tried not to think about it.
Del and Althea came to the crest of a hill, with a steep path leading down to a rocky beach. It was perfect for a short-distance glide down to the pebbly shore.
"Race you down to the beach, wings against feet?" suggested Althea.
Del considered it. "If I do that I'll probably need to-" Althea was already skidding down, so Del spread her wings and glided. The air currents off the water made her path a wide arc over the beach, touching down heavily at a jog in the middle of the beach. Del felt her bladder start to let go and sprinted for an opening in the trees, into a sheltered gap in the low cliffs around the beach. The urine, hot in the shade, soaked into her sweatpants. She yanked them down and shuffled forward into the shady hollow. Del could hear Althea's footsteps coming toward her, crunching toward her over the rocks.
Del turned her back more to the mouth of the trail and pulled her wings around her, facing some thin bushes. Though she could still hear Althea, she allowed herself to relax a bit.
Althea's head popped up through one of the bushes directly in front of Del. Her eyes darted downward and she jumped back behind the bushes.
"Sorry...are you alright, Del? That landing looked like it hurt," said Althea from somewhere behind the mass of leaves.
"I'm okay, it's just my landing reflex," sighed Del. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"No, I'm sorry," said Althea. "I should've thought first before just butting in. Half my patients are andynes, so I should know."
The plants rustled while Althea squatted down behind them. Del tried not to pay attention to the quiet whooshing noise coming from her direction.
"Do you fly a lot, Del?" asked Althea.
"I train people for flying trials at home," Del replied.
"What are the trials for?" Behind the bush, the low whooshing noise dissipated to splashing and trailed off. Del chastised herself inwardly for noticing it.
"It's for illegitimate members of large families to earn their family name," said Del.
Althea gave a contented sigh. "Do you always get the..." she hesitated. "I've heard the technical term for it before, I should know this..."
"The Autoeliminatory Reflex," Del supplied. "We usually just call it the landing reflex on the homeworld." She took a deep breath and tried to distract herself by focusing on the sound of the waves behind her. It didn't do anything to fix her growing problem, but it made her pleasantly sleepy. Her flow was beginning to taper off, and she tried to concentrate to keep it going. "I don't unless either I land improperly or I'm um..." Standing there with her soaked pants down around her thighs and piss cooling in one of her socks, Del blushed. "Or if my bladder is too full. This time it was both."
"Well, it sounds like you needed it anyway," said Althea. The way she said it gave Del unexpected butterflies in her stomach. She made one last-ditch effort at finishing her business, and when that failed she hastily covered back up.
"It's much better," agreed Del, tightening the drawstring on her sweatpants. "Except for all the wet spots on my clothes...Is the lake okay to swim in?"
"Are you sure? It's cold this time of year," said Althea, stepping through the bushes.
"Right now cold sounds good," Del said earnestly.
Althea led Del to what looked like an overgrown road in the bushes, sheltered on one side by a taller set of cliffs and thick trees on the other. Every now and then, Del caught a glimpse of hexagonal shapes on the other side, protruding from the ground in a visible pattern. It took some squinting for Del to realize what they were. She looked down, trying not to pay attention to how much escaped urine was squelching in her shoes; there were clear wheel tracks in the road, old and disused, but embedded deeply in the packed soil. Del looked up, and the tallest structure she'd seen from the cafeteria window loomed over them, providing some shade in the afternoon sun. It was a stone chimney, choked with vines and a tree growing out of the side.
"Why do you keep saying there aren't ruins out here?" Del said, staring. She felt Althea grab her hand and pull her sideways, her face just missing the tree she'd been about to walk into.
"Talking about them at the facility is uh..." Althea walked on, still absentmindedly holding Del's hand. "It's not something we generally talk about there."
The track opened up to a small paved harbor on the lake. A cracked stone jetty extended out into the water, with several places that looked perfect for jumping in on a hot day.
"Can you talk about it here?" asked Del.
Althea shrugged. "I can, but I don't know much about it. The houses had six sides, at least one person had a chimney, and they must've done some fishing. There are some old boats up the lakeshore."
"Who built it?" asked Del.
"I'm not sure," Althea sighed. "The lake here is connected to caves with known amphibious habitation, but this place looks more like a human settlement, maybe haman."
The water was just as cold as expected; Del jumped in at the halfway point of the jetty, where the water was at chest height. She used her wings to propel her forward up what seemed to be an inclined boat ramp. Del shook the water from her feathers and waded over to where Althea sat on the jetty, soaking her feet in the shallows.
Over the next hour, Del dried her clothes off in the sun and examined the strange foundations in the forest with Althea. They returned to the facility just in time for an early dinner.
"If you like I can pay for the food again," said Del when they paid for their drinks. There were more people in the cafeteria this time, adding a pleasant, sleepy low buzz of conversation in the slowly lengthening dinner lines. "I did eat a lot last night."
As they stood waiting for one of the vending machines, an older haman man with wispy magenta hair and a doctor's coat tapped Althea on the shoulder and said something to her in a quiet, urgent voice, his eyes darting up at Del suspiciously. Del couldn't see Althea's face, but caught the small changes in her stance. The line moved forward. Del didn't, and set down her tray.
Althea's face was unreadable when she turned to Del. "I need to do something at my office. I'm sorry to have to run off like this."
"May I come with you, if that's okay?" asked Del. The magenta-haired man scowled at her. "I should familiarize myself with this place a bit more before I start work tomorrow."
"I don't mind. It's kind of creepy down there, so I appreciate the company," said Althea.
"He's not even-" the magenta-haired man stopped when Althea looked at him. "Well...if you're sure."
"I trust Del, and there's nothing to see. Thanks for telling me, Clay," Althea said, and put down her tray.
Clay eyed Del warily and got into one of the lines for one of the staffed soup counters.
"This shouldn't be long," said Althea as they exited the cafeteria, drinks still in hand.
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Pic is my first pic of Cyan from 2020. He has no eyebrows.
Two chapters in one day. It's my day off. Nudity warning for the pic. 🙂
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Chib Pt 25
It didn't take much for Cyan to take care of his problem. He remembered Avaris glancing down while they'd watered the stray tomato plant, and the thought catapulted him over the edge before Avaris had even closed the door behind her. When it was over his knees were shaky, and everything was washing away conveniently under the shower. Cyan remembered that he'd promised Azri he'd get a sample of that particular fluid, and decided that he didn't feel bad about forgetting this time. He also didn't want to put the specimen jar into the refrigerator in front of Avaris.
The door opened again. "Are you done already?" Avaris asked.
"How did you know?" Cyan was too spent to be mortified, but really thought he should be.
"You uh...you made um..." Avaris agonized. "You were very vocal...did you want me to come back in?"
Cyan took a long, deep breath and looked over his sunburns. The hardest place to reach would be the back of his neck, so he decided to do that first.
"Yeah, if you still want to," puffed Cyan. As he caught his breath he felt his bladder relax and leaned back, aiming himself upward while hunching forward, trying to aim for the crook of his shoulder.
The initial burst was underwhelming, splashing his hand, but after another two tries he achieved a strong enough arc to reach his shoulder. He couldn't quite wet the middle, so he filled his hand and splashed it on his back.
"How long does it need to sit on your skin?" asked Avaris while Cyan steered the stream over his clavicles.
"Only about a minute or two," said Cyan. He'd had so much trouble with the back of his neck that there almost wasn't enough for his arm. He looked down at his legs; he'd thoroughly soaked them the night before, and the sun burns had almost faded entirely, with fully-healed spots showing a darker blue "tan" than the unburned skin.
Cyan showered and went back to the kitchen table with Avaris, where they continued solving crosswords with an awkward sort of cheerfulness until the radio crackled to life at the other end of Pia's aircraft.
Avaris helped Cyan with the equipment; the caller was Pia. Outside, the skies had dimmed to a sullen gray, and it was starting to rain. Pia told him that the storm was making it unsafe to fly, and that she and Saoirse had set down somewhere. The storm was forecasted to last into the early hours of the next morning, so they might need to stay overnight.
"If you need anything, Azri said she'd drop by in the evening," said Pia.
The rain started about ten minutes later, and Avaris had to leave to prepare her airship for the storm. Cyan watched her hurry away through the rain and lay down on the couch for a nap, listening to the howling wind outside.
Pia burrowed under the blankets with Saoirse, slipping her arms around Saoirse and holding her tightly.
"Did you really mean that about staying overnight?" asked Saoirse.
"The storm is supposed to be here until something like four in the morning," said Pia. "It'll probably be earlier. We can go back then if you like."
Saoirse fell asleep in Pia's arms, and Pia fell asleep soon after.
Azri's head broke the surface of the water. She and May were soaking in May's bathtub at about four in the afternoon. May had been reluctant to close the dockyard before five, but Azri had been able to convince her in the end. The bath had also been Azri's idea.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" May asked.
Azri closed the gills on her neck, expelled the water in her throat, pushed herself up on May's knees, and filled her lungs to speak: "I'm sure, but are you?" Under the water, Azri could feel May's physical impulses more than she could in the air: the warm water was helping May relax her muscles, she was subconsciously holding her bladder, and though she was feeling amorous, she was nervous about something, and that seemed to be blocking it. "What's wrong?"
"I can't believe I asked Pia to go out there," May fretted. She'd been going back and forth about it since they'd gotten the radio call from Pia an hour before. "And I don't know how to feel about you doing this underwater without breathing."
"May-May, I *am* breathing," said Azri, rubbing May's thigh under the water. "I'm amphibious, remember? And Pia is doing fine. She's being safe, and I think she and Saoirse are going to appreciate the privacy, if you know what I mean." She winked at May, who blushed.
"Azri, Pia's like a daughter to me. Can we not talk about her sex life?" sighed May, the nervous knot in her stomach easing a little.
"Fair enough, my love," Azri conceded. "Now, how about that fellatio?" She leaned over May, cupping May's breasts, and felt her shiver.
"Do you promise you'll come up for air if you need it?" said May despite herself.
"Of course," purred Azri, kissing May and brushing her inner thigh under the water. May moaned, and Azri moved the kisses down her neck, then in a line down her chest. She continued, completely submerged, kissing down May's stomach. The impulses translated so intensely that Azri almost moaned herself; she made an effort not to though, because she didn't want to risk scaring May into not letting her do this again. Azri reached May's crotch and took her into her mouth.
May's hands were at her chest, stimulating her nipples while Azri pleasured her, but as she began to climax, one hand bumped Azri's shoulder. Azri grabbed the hand gently and let May pull it up over the surface of the water. May's moans vibrated down through her body, and Azri braced herself.
"Azri!" May gasped above the water, filling Azri's mouth. Azri swallowed and kept going until everything stopped coming out and the moans died away. The impulses reverberated pleasurably in Azri's body, and she curled up under the water, fully submerged until May squeezed her hand.
May moved her wing for Azri to sit next to her in the water. "You're shaking," she panted.
"So are you," said Azri, smiling up at May. They sat there for a long moment, resting until May needed to pee. She didn't want to get out yet, so she raised herself on the side, facing the shower drain, and rested her member on the tiled lip of the tub.
"May I?" Azri sidled up next to May.
"You spoil me," said May, nodding and allowing Azri to hold her dick, aiming at the drain. She let go in a lazy arch over the tiled shower floor. "Do you need to go too?"
Azri lifted her leg up onto the side and let May try to aim her, spraying everywhere before getting the stream under control. Azri finished well before May. They showered, drained the tub, and went upstairs for a nap. The knot of uneasiness in May's stomach reformed in that time, and tightened when she realized that she couldn't hide it from Azri.
"May, what's the matter?" asked Azri, holding one of May's hands in both of hers. "Is it the call I got out at Chocolate Smudge?"
May's wings tightened behind her. "That's worrying me, but it's not all."
"Don't worry about the call. I know who it was, and I don't think they're trying to hurt you or Pia," said Azri, stroking May's hand.
"Who?" May whispered. Azri told her. "Ugh. Seriously?"
"I wasn't sure at first, but now I am," said Azri gravely. "Now, what else is bothering you?" Azri felt the knot in May's stomach loosen, and May told her everything.
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Not my favorite pic of Saoirse and Pia buuut it is a pic. |
So I says to the man, "that's not a horker, that's my art folder."
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Chib Pt 26
The thunder stopped about an hour later, leaving only the wind and rain. Saoirse dreamed that she was in the front room of her house on the Renoige homeworld, staring out the window. She was six years old again, still afraid of thunderstorms, but she'd braved it to wait for-
Saoirse opened her eyes. Pia was nudging her, sitting on the mattress next to her with a bottle of water and the instruction manual for the airship's weather detection system. She marked her place with something shiny and put down the book. The rain pounded on the roof and the wind whistled around the airship.
"Hey, Sersh. I'm going to make some food," said Pia quietly.
The airship had a small but varied stock of instant noodles, dehydrated soups, teas, coffees, rice, and canned stew. In the cupboard next to it was a two-person tent, folding table, pans, a hot plate, and an electric kettle. Pia took out the table, plugged in the kettle, and poured in two bottles of water.
"Mayra really likes being prepared, doesn't she...What's the tent for?" asked Saoirse, picking out a cup of soup.
Pia opened the noodles she'd picked. "It's a thermal tent. Since winter is our busy season, that's when we usually get stranded. If it's below freezing we set up the tent in here and sleep in it."
"Can we sleep in it?" Saoirse had never liked camping, but setting up a tent on the floor of an airship sounded fun.
"Maybe some other time," said Pia. "It's too warm for it right now."
Saoirse looked out the window. The water had risen over the side of the quarry, taking over more and more of the flat ground around them as the rain poured. "It feels kind of exposed out in the open like this though," Saoirse said.
"We're half an hour away from the nearest town by air," Pia reassured her, handing her a spoon. "Who's going to see us out here?"
Cyan found himself in the classroom again, digesting copied pages from a long, boring textbook entry on...Cyan squinted at the stapled packet in front of him. "Haman ethnocentricity," he read aloud, only to be shushed by the shadows at the other desks.
Not really wanting to stay there, Cyan stood up. To his surprise, a hole didn't open in the whiteboard at the front of the class, so he decided to try the door. His shadow classmates pored over their blank desks, and their outlines wavered if he looked directly at them.
Instead of the hallway, the classroom door opened to a sprawling cave. The shadow teacher's voice echoed indistinctly behind him, and he shut the door, letting the classroom fade away. He still wore the school uniform: a sweatshirt and long skirt emblazoned with the letters T.C. This time, however, the sweatshirt had a back, and he lacked the feathered wings he'd had before. He felt more like himself without them, but missed their weight.
Cyan followed the path down to the water. His surroundings had some artistic differences from the painted cave on Pia's shower screen, but the similarities were striking. He headed home.
"Home?" said Cyan, jumping a bit at his own voice. He passed a granite spire and a small cluster of houses, long abandoned. Something about it made him sad. The small stone village he passed through was familiar and empty, built around a glowing lake. When he entered his house, he found that the back opened to the lake, with a stone platform extending into the still water. He sat on a well-worn stone chair that looked out onto the water. It felt like an old friend, and he watched the little glowing bats dive into the water after the flitting luminescent specks in the depths.
Pia sat up at around four in the morning. She meant to get up to pee and changed her mind: it was cold and humid outside the blankets, so she grabbed the flashlight and resumed her reading in the weather detection system's user manual underneath the blankets. She pulled out her bookmark, an empty snack bag labeled "Potato Clouds," and settled in for a tedious read.
Waves sloshed gently in the distance, and had almost lulled Pia to sleep when Saoirse twisted next to her.
"No! He's still-" Saoirse stuck her hand out and it pushed into Pia's bladder. Pressing her legs together, Pia removed Saoirse's hand and nudged her awake. "Oh, sorry." She sat up, letting a rush of cold air under the blankets. Pia sat up too, and shivered in the clammy air.
"What are you doing?" yawned Saoirse, watching Pia push herself to her feet.
"I have to pee," said Pia. Saoirse got up and followed Pia out the door to the airship's deck. It was still drizzling and a cold breeze blew in off the water, rustling Pia's skirt. It made her leak, but when she raised her skirt and sat on the rough deck surface, nothing happened. The rainwater on the deck soaked into her skirt. The spot she picked was part of the railing gate, so she leaned back on her hands instead of on the rail.
"Need some help?" asked Saoirse, opening the gate, hopping down, and taking up the spot between her thighs. The platform the airship sat on was tall, so that Pia's crotch was chest height to Saoirse.
"What kind of help?" Pia yawned and stretched, freeing a warm drip. The warmth felt good between Pia's legs, and there was more warmth when Saoirse pressed against her. "If I let go now your shirt would get all wet," Pia pointed out.
"You know what kind of help I mean," purred Saoirse. "I'd like a facial, please."
Pia's face reddened in the pale early-morning gloom. She knew Saoirse could see it, and stroked one velvety catlike ear. "I can't say no to that. What are you going to do about your clothes, though?" Saoirse lowered her head. Saoirse's breath was hot, gently blowing Pia's pubic hair.
"I'll take a dip in the water," said Saoirse. "Then dry my clothes on the railing."
Pia leaned back. Her groin was warm and throbbing, and she had to clench up to hold her bladder. "Is your phone in your pocket?"
"It doesn't work in this world anyway," Saoirse scoffed, but reached into her pocket and placed her battered old flip phone next to Pia on the deck. Pia lay back and let Saoirse work.
"Azri said you were embarrassed to tell Cyan about me," said Saoirse, exploring with her lips and nose. Pia's bladder finally let go, and a slow stream trickled out. She felt Saoirse smile against her sensitive parts.
"I thought he might've heard it at night," Pia moaned. Her voice carried on the water and came back in strange echoes. She suddenly knew what Saoirse had meant by "feeling exposed" out there. Pia closed her eyes.
"Like...one of our radio conversations?" asked Saoirse.
"He was asleep for those," said Pia. "I thought he heard me at night." Pia raised her head to wink at Saoirse, her body twitching with each movement of Saoirse's tongue. "I say your name sometimes when-" Pia felt hot. "-when I'm..." She didn't want Saoirse to stop what she was doing to ask. She was starting to feel winded, and took a breath. "-when I-" Saoirse incorporated her fingers, and Pia's voice worked up into a reverberating cry that echoed across the entire quarry. "Saoirse!"
Pia lay sweating on the rough deck surface. Her bladder fully relaxed, and Saoirse stood in the stream, letting the hot urine soak into her clothes.
"Aww, you say my name when you come? That's really sweet." giggled Saoirse, kissing Pia just below her belly button.
"That's," Pia puffed. "Yeah." A high-pitched cry echoed over the water. A moment later, another replied. Pia wondered what kind of bird made that noise, and waited to catch her breath. "I'm not used to having someone there who could hear it."
"I like hearing it," said Saoirse, hopping up onto the deck in her soaked clothes and lying next to Pia, flinching at the cold rainwater on the deck.
"Shall I return the favor this time?" Pia asked, sitting up.
"I would, but..." Saoirse hesitated. "If we do this now, my clit is going to pop back out and I'll have to retract it all over again."
"Why do you need to stay retracted?" asked Pia.
"I got something," said Saoirse. "For us. It requires me to be retracted."
"What did you get?" Pia figured that it couldn't hurt to ask.
"A um...a harness," Saoirse squeaked. "For a strap-on."
Pia leaned over and kissed Saoirse. "Sounds fun. If you don't want to do anything now, would you be up for marking me?"
Saoirse stood up and dropped her shorts, squatting a little while steadying herself on the railing. It was too dark for Pia to see much, so when she heard the rush and felt warm droplets on her legs, she slid a hand up Saoirse's thigh. Saoirse jumped with a quick, echoing yelp that elicited a resonating squeal of reply from the native fauna.
"Sorry. I'm a little sensitive," whispered Saoirse. Saoirse didn't take long to finish; she hadn't had much water that evening. When she was done, Pia extended the cargo ramp and followed Saoirse to the water. Saoirse jumped in without hesitation in her soiled clothes. Pia's dress had been up around her waist, so it was only damp, mostly with rainwater. She stood on the side and splashed around with her bare feet in the deep rain puddles.
Saoirse swam around in a wide circle and back. It only went up to Saoirse's waist, which made it easier for her to scramble back out. "That," she sputtered, "That water is cold."
They retreated for the aircraft, and Saoirse hung her clothes on the railing to dry, since the rain seemed to have stopped entirely. Pia slung her dress over a chair inside, and joined Saoirse under the mound of blankets.
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Pic is the most recent pic of Cyan, with ridiculous 70s advert hair. |
Chib Pt 27
Saoirse's limbs were freezing from her swim in the quarry, though they were steadily warming under the blankets.
"Wasn't your first rendezvous with Arthur on a lake?" Pia yawned.
"Listen, Pia," said Saoirse. "If you're concerned about my relationship with Arthur, don't be. Arthur and I both know we'd never work out. Does it bother you that we've had so many rendezvous?"
Pia stretched. "Not at all. I'd just like to meet some of your friends, and Arthur sounds nice. What class did you meet him in?"
"Why do you think I met him in class?" asked Saoirse.
"He's an Andyne, you went to school on the Andyne homeworld, and you go on archaeology trips and teach with him," said Pia.
Saoirse laughed. "It really does seem like it when you put it that way. I've technically known Arty almost my whole life; we both lived with Rabb's family when I was five or six. He left to go to an off-world university after a year, and we met again at the World Sleepers complex about...seven or eight years ago now. Arty was there with an archaeological dig, and I'd hiked out there for my journalism class project."
"And you just happened to meet out there?" asked Pia. "Or did you know he'd be there beforehand?"
"No. I um..." Saoirse looked up at Pia. Her face was attentive, and Saoirse's sense of smell corroborated that. "I caught him taking his morning whiz on the building, and after that he uh...had something to take care of."
Pia's eyes widened. "And then you two...just did it?"
Saoirse snorted, "No, not exactly." She recounted the rendezvous to Pia from the time she'd arrived on-world to what Andyne navigational maps called Waypoint A-73.4, but the locals just called "Ud."
The sky had gone from a sullen purple to pale blue while Saoirse talked, and the squealing animal cries outside became less frequent. Occasionally Saoirse thought the waves outside sounded like muffled voices and paused to listen, but all she could hear was the whistling breeze, or more of the strange animal noises. By the time she got to the part where she'd found out it was Arthur's birthday, Pia had dozed off. Saoirse happily cuddled up to her and drifted off herself.
Cyan thought he heard footsteps after an indeterminate time. Sound carried well over the still water, and a whooshing noise made him look up from the swarm of bats paddling back to shore after a dive.
"Del-" Cyan couldn't seem to think without speaking here. The figure gliding toward him had all-brown wings. "...Avi?"
Avaris's face was set and determined as she glided deliberately over the water, angled her wings, and came to a feather-light stop on the stone platform. She stopped to pump her fist and hiss, "Yes! Nailed it!" before bending over and pressing her legs together.
It took Avaris a few seconds to stop shaking, and she straightened up with some difficulty. She looked down at herself; she was naked and unscarred. Cyan didn't want to stare, and stood up to greet her.
"It really is you, isn't it?" said Avaris, looking him up and down. "Is that my skirt?"
Cyan shrugged and sighed, "Probably."
"Can I sit?" Avaris gulped. They sat on the stone chairs in Cyan's house, facing each other. "This is the first time I've gotten this far. I'm not sure what to do now." She took slow, measured breaths, rocking slightly. "I've been having this dream since-..."
The dream wavered. "Are you trying to have a flashback?" Cyan yawned. "Can we not do that? I get confused when I'm you."
"You w-were me?" Avaris paled. It made Cyan wonder whether she'd been him in his own memories, and where those memories were now. In the dream space, he supposed that it would be a physical location. But where?
"Is that your classroom I keep waking up in?" asked Cyan.
"With the projector? I've been there but it's not my classroom," said Avaris. "I think it's from that green-haired haman woman."
"You're a green-haired haman woman," Cyan pointed out.
"I'm only half haman. There's a haman woman..." Avaris's wings tightened against her back. "I see her sometimes. She looks a lot like..." Avaris took another slow, controlled breath. "A lot like..."
Avaris stood up, opening her legs in a wide stance. She was visibly shaking, and a drip ran down her leg, shimmering in the light from the lake. "The...the haman woman, she-..." Avaris bent her knees and used her fingers to spread her labia.
Avaris tried again, mustering all of her concentration: "She looks like-..." she whimpered and another leak trickled to the floor. Her body began to fade out of the dream. She closed her eyes, released a hard spray, and relaxed on her feet with a low moan. Cyan thought she might be flooding the floor, but a divot in the stone channeled it down toward the lake. Almost a shadow, Avaris heaved a big sigh. Her outline solidified until she stood there, still as a fountain but fully present in the dream again. Her free hand cupped her breast, and as her flow slowed it moved from side to side: she was rubbing herself. Stray droplets splasked Cyan's legs, soaking into his skirt.
"Avi," said Cyan in a squeaky, constricted voice. "You're still here."
Avaris opened her eyes and blushed, but didn't stop rubbing. "Am I?" Her eyes widened, she seemed to panic for a moment, and her shoulders loosened. "Well...I think I'm in bed, so I should be okay."
"So you, um..." Cyan paused when he made eye contact with Avaris. Nothing he said or did would make the situation less awkward. "Do you have this dream a lot?"
Having slowed to a drip, Avaris sat back down on the stone chair. "Not as often as I used to. I usually disappear when I lose control. Sorry about your floor. I think I'll get better at holding it though, now that I'm working with Azri." The floor, since they were in a dream, was dry again. The only evidence that Avaris had just pissed all over it was an annoyingly persistent throb beneath the thick fabric of Cyan's school uniform skirt. Cyan tried to adjust his knees to hide it better, which made Avaris notice it.
"Don't worry about that," said Avaris. "These dreams always make me umm...amorous too. It's nice to masturbate before I have to start the cleanup-" Avaris stopped, and her outline flickered. "I can't believe I said that out loud."
"If it makes you feel any better, I'll probably do that once I wake up," said Cyan. "Now that Azri's back I have less of an excuse not to...you know...do it in a sample cup."
"Why would she want that from you?' asked Avaris.
Cyan sighed, "I was in a tube for a long time. Like, floating in one."
"I've been in hydrostasis before. It's no fun," yawned Avaris. "Why'd they put you in the tube?"
"I don't know," Cyan said earnestly.
Pia awoke warm and comfortable, spooning with Saoirse. She thought she'd heard voices before she opened her eyes, but they coalesced into the static crackle of a voice that she knew. Pia got up, careful not to disturb Saoirse, and tiptoed over to the radio.
The conversation was short; the time on the radio clock showed that it was seven-thirty in the morning, and Pia took a look around outside. The sky was clear and the water in the quarry was calm. Saoirse's clothes were still hung over the railing. Without knowing why she was doing it, Pia crept out, naked, and brought them in. In daylight she felt even more exposed out on the deck; another of the keening cries from the night before resonated, carrying clearly off the water and bouncing off the smooth quarry walls. Pia tried to look around to see if she could spot what was making the noise. There was nothing, though there was a splash from the quarry as Pia closed the door.
Pia draped Saoirse's clothes over the pilot's chair and got back into bed with Saoirse. Saoirse was awake, and slid her arms around Pia, looking nervous about something.
"Sorry for waking you up," said Pia. "Is something wrong?"
Saoirse took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I um..." She twisted and nuzzled into Pia's cleavage. "I need to pop out my clit."
"How?" asked Pia. "Doesn't it just pop out on its own?"
"Not after a day or two," Saoirse gulped. "I'm really sorry. I wanted to do the strap-on when we got back but it's starting to get painful."
Pia stroked Saoirse's ears. "How do you pop it out?" she repeated patiently.
"I have to masturbate," said Saoirse, not meeting Pia's eyes. "I can get it done quickly, but it hurts. You might not want to watch."
"Is there a way to make it hurt less?" asked Pia while Saoirse pulled away and sat up.
"That takes some time, and Mayra probably wants her airship back." Saoirse braced herself to get up, and Pia stayed her by placing a hand on her thin arm.
"We have time. May's just glad we're okay. She told us to take our time, and wants us to stop by an Amphibious farmer's market on the way back," Pia said. "I'd be happy to help you however I can, especially if it means I get to seduce you."
The last part made Saoirse's cheeks turn pink. "We don't have money to pick anything up, though," she said.
"You know all the emergency stuff in here? There's emergency money too," said Pia, kissing Saoirse's shoulder. "We just need to keep the receipts for the books."
Saoirse lay back and stretched.
"Does this mean I get to seduce you?" asked Pia, leaning over and letting her breasts press into Saoirse's chest.
"Yes, but I warn you, I'm going to have to get really worked up," Saoirse said. "It could take hours."
"Then how shall we start?" purred Pia.
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The image today is the map I use. The semi-opaque blue (the sietches and weems) are underground passages used by Amphibious and Aquatic peoples to move around inland. |
Part 28
Del followed Althea back down to the hospital wing, bypassing the cafeteria and the corridor that branched off to the residential wing. When they finally came to a hallway marked "OFFICES," Althea stopped at a door with a folded piece of paper taped to it. Althea pulled off the paper and turned to Del.
"You probably already know this in WS security, but please don't touch anything," said Althea in a low, urgent voice. "A lot of my work is photosensitive, so it has covers on it." Del didn't have time to react to this; Althea turned, unlocked the door with a key, and entered.
The room beyond was lined with hydrostasis cylinders of various sizes. Most were made of opaque black metal with small covered windows, but one or two were clear with full-length black curtain covers. One of the smaller curtained cylinders slowly bubbled on a work table behind a paper-strewn desk. Althea hurried over to it, punched a long code into the attached number pad, and flipped through the readings on the little screen.
Althea fiddled with the cylinder for several minutes while Del awkwardly sipped her drink by the door. Once that was done, Althea turned her attention to the paper that had been taped to the door and stared at it for a long time.
"Sorry that took so long," said Althea, locking her office door. "Mind if we take the scenic route back to the office wing cafeteria?"
The "scenic route" took them up a long flight of stairs to the northernmost tower of the facility, situated over the basement levels of the hospital wing. Del gawked at vast tanks of fluid labeled "VOLATILE SUBSTANCE" before the path shunted them outside, on a catwalk over the lake. Del started to ask what was in the tanks and stopped herself: the research they did here was probably top secret, and the first thing she'd learned in WS security training was not to ask questions.
"It's hydrostasis fluid," said Althea, not looking back while Del followed her down to the cement docking area. "It can get explosive in high concentrations, and we use a lot here." There were tables set out along the water for workers to eat at, deserted at that time of day.
The cafeteria was almost empty when they returned. There wasn't as much pasta to choose from as there had been earlier, but they made up for it with an assortment of rolls and pastries. Del was starting to feel sleepy again, so she bought herself a large coffee.
"Isn't that stuff supposed to keep you awake?' yawned Althea. Del couldn't help yawning too, and nodded in response. "Does it work?"
Althea walked Del back to her quarters, sipping a small coffee she'd bought to try. She seemed to be working up the courage to say something.
"What is it, Althea?" said Del kindly. "I won't be offended if you don't like coffee."
"Oh it's not that," Althea blushed. "Can I talk to you in your quarters, Del?"
Surprised by the question, Del said, "Sure." Her heart fluttered. "But I'm not-" she caught herself. "There's something you should know if um...if we..."
As Del scanned her ID to pass into the corridor leading to the residential wing, the blush on Althea's face brightened, clashing spectacularly with her green hair.
"Oh no I'm not-...I didn't mean that," Althea said quickly. "You're good-looking and you seem like a nice guy, but it's not that. I'm in a tight spot and I have a really big favor to ask." When she finished her voice was barely above a whisper. Del didn't realize how horny she'd been until the words "nice guy" deflated the hopeful bubble that had been blooming in her chest. Del wanted to give in to the embarrassment, vent her frustration, and mope in her room for a few hours, but Althea's grim expression deflated that too.
A small desk sat next to Del's bed, and she pulled out the chair for Althea to sit. Del made a quick effort at straightening her bed before sitting down herself.
"I have a huge favor to ask. I have a um...specimen that I'm working with as a personal project. Some company execs are visiting in a few days, and I-..." Althea took a long drink of her coffee. "Having a pet project in my office would look bad. I can't keep it in my quarters, so I was going to ask if I could keep it in yours for that time? I'll buy you food in return and check on it every day."
"What kind of specimen is it?" asked Del slowly. She realized that she could see her toilet from where she sat, and her bladder gave a nervous throb. She tried not to look at it.
Althea took a deep breath and drank the rest of her coffee in one gulp. "I could show you, but we'd have to sneak out after dark." It was summer, and it wouldn't be dark until late at night. It was almost eight, so it'd be over an hour until gloaming.
"I don't know...I was planning on doing some things tonight," said Del. "Why can't we just walk down to your office now?"
"The company monitors where our IDs go in the building," said Althea. "It's a lot to ask and I understand if you don't want to."
"Is it poisonous? Or explosive or something?" Del asked warily.
"Not at all," said Althea. "I monitor everything closely, and there's not nearly enough hydrostatic fluid for it to be dangerous."
Del's curiosity was piqued, and she cursed it. "What time? I want to, but I need to shower and find the laundry room tonight."
"How long do you take to shower?" asked Althea. "Or are you preening your wings tonight too?"
Del contemplated telling her for a split second. "I don't take long, The showers are just communal and I'm self-conscious." It wasn't a lie, at least.
"Out in the hall, you said there was something I should know if I were umm...trying to seduce you." Althea blushed again, and Del hid her face in her hands. "If it's a medical issue, you don't need to be shy about it. Most of the physicians here are Andyne specialists. I'm a Ptero-scapulologist, and I can help if it's a wing issue."
"It's-...I'm fine," said Del. It occurred to her that she could excuse herself to pee. It was an ideal, if temporary, escape. She was about to get up when Althea spoke.
"You can use the shower in my quarters," Althea offered. "If we went now, we'd have better access to the outside to get to my office later."
Del took Althea up on her offer, and brought clothes that needed washing with her; the physician's quarters also had their own laundry machines, and it gave them an excuse for Del to be in Althea's quarters for a while.
Althea's quarters were more normal than Del had expected, though she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when she thought about it. It was like a nice studio apartment and even had its own little kitchenette. Books about airships lined her upper shelves, along with scale models of common airships. There were rounded Andyne airships, angular Haman models, a few boatlike Renoige ships, and several more that Del didn't recognize. The bottom shelves housed cubbies full of brightly-colored clothes. Del thought it seemed like a lot of clothes for one person, then remembered how much some of her family members had back at the compound. Her own mother's full wardrobe would probably fill up the room all by itself.
"I'm only missing some later Silverling models," said Althea, turning on the light in her bathroom. The tiled room was open, with a combination bathtub/shower, a wide ceramic sink, and more storage cubbies over the toilet. "The shower mat is on the wall. Please put it back when you're done, with the suction cups out so they don't stick to the wall. Would you like me to wash the clothes you're wearing?"
"How long will it take?"
Del handed her clothes to Althea and closed the bathroom door. Del couldn't avoid seeing herself in the mirror and frowned at her flat chest and the erection that had been plaguing her since she'd gotten off the bus. She tried to pee, standing in front of the toilet with the shower on, and got out just enough to drain some of the pressure in her bladder. The bathroom had a small ventilation window near the ceiling, and Del opened it. The evening air was rapidly cooling, and she stood under the hot water, breathing it in and letting the tendrils of cool air settle on her face. It seemed to wake her up a bit, and when she was finished washing she was able to pee a bit more. She was about to take care of the troublesome erection when a knock came instead.
"Del? Hot or medium on the dryer?" said Althea through the bathroom door.
"Medium. Thank you!" Del called. She finished drying off and pulled on her clean bottoms. While she adjusted the lower wing strap on her sweater, she noticed that there were two toothbrushes in the cup next to the sink.
Althea was outside the bathroom door, bouncing on the balls of her feet when Del opened it.
"Your clothes should be dry in about half an hour," said Althea. She seemed nervous.
"Are you alright?" asked Del from the doorway.
"I am doing great, I just really need to pee," Althea gasped. "Could you um..."
Del moved aside. "Oh. Sorry."
"Oh no, it wasn't you, I think I just drank my coffee too fast," said Althea. "Make yourself at home. I'll be out shortly." She shut the door. Del hurried over to the couch, trying not to listen to what Althea was doing in the bathroom. As she sat down, something in the couch squeaked. The couch itself was awful: it was a mess of beiges with strings and different textures running throughout. Whatever was squeaking was lodged beneath one of the cushions. She scooted aside, lifted the cushion, and came up with a fluffy blue blanket. It had what looked like a dog head and a pair of paws on the corner, and the squeakers were in the paws. Del thought it was cute and squeaked it as Althea opened the door.
"Oh no, that's where that went," said Althea. She strode forward, took the blanket, and stuck it in a cubby on one of her shelves. "Would you like some tea?"
Del and Althea sat on the couch for the next hour, watching a long episode of Star Cops: Deep Space Fines. Althea brewed a complicated herbal tea. She listed all of the ingredients and assured Del that it was safe for Andynes.
Althea had opened the window while Del was in the shower. The night air was sweet, but the apartment started to get cold. Althea brought out some throw blankets and they huddled under them on opposite ends of the couch. Despite the ratty old couch, Del was more comfortable than she'd been since before she'd left home. The warmth from the tea made her sleepy, and she half paid attention to Deep Space Fines while Althea flipped through a magazine about airships next to her.
"It's almost time," said Althea, nudging Del out of a doze. Del felt pleasantly warm and shaky. "Done with your tea?"
Del drank the rest of her tea, now cold, and handed her mug to Althea. "Thanks." Del's bladder was bulging again, and the troublesome erection was back, just enough to keep her from wetting herself. Del made sure it was secure in her waistband before folding the blanket and getting up.
"Have you been sleeping well?" asked Althea, rinsing their cups.
"Too well, I think," Del yawned. "The coffee I got isn't working either. Was there any caffeine in the tea?"
"It makes sense. The air here seems to make Andynes sleepy," said Althea. "And no caffeine. I've heard it's not good for humans."
"Human? Is that who owns the other toothbrush in the bathroom-" Del stopped when Althea fumbled the mug. It clanged loudly against the sink before she got a hold of it. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," said Althea, reddening.
They hurried up the hall to the elevator, Del carrying her duffel bag. If they were caught, they'd agreed that their go-to excuse was that Del was looking for the laundry room.
"Or we could say I was going to the bathroom," said Del.
"Do you need to go?" asked Althea, selecting the ground floor on the elevator. "I can feel you bouncing through the floor."
Del had indeed been bouncing and stilled her legs. "I'll wait until we get outside."
"Why? There are bathrooms in the rec room," said Althea.
"I'm-" Del caught herself again. "It's complicated. I should've tried to go before we left."
"Ah." Althea had an odd, knowing look. "Erection?"
Del's felt the blood rush to her face. "Is it that obvious?"
The elevator slowed and stopped, opening with an automated chime. "You're hiding it pretty well. The duffel helps. I think it has something to do with the fumes from what we're working on here. I've been trying to do something about it but my andyne patients..."
Del snorted. "They'd rather chew a wing off than admit to it."
"Exactly." Althea led Del across a dim, deserted room. The chairs sat upended on the tables that had been pushed to the walls, stopping at a janitor's closet. She jiggled the door handle. It was locked. Althea patted her pockets. "Oh sh-...sugar," she hissed. Knowing it was locked gave Del a nervous little spasm and the first warm leak soaked into her pants. "Del, have you got like...a bobby pin or a bottle opener or something?"
"In the side pocket closest to you," whispered Del, holding up the duffel. Althea got into the pocket of the duffel bag and pulled out Del's utility keychain. The bottle opener extension fit into the lock and turned. It didn't even take any of the theatrical wiggling movements Del had seen in movies.
Althea paused in the darkened closet to replace the keychain in its pocket. "Want me to hold the bag while you pee?" The room wasn't a closet after all; it was more of a maintenance room. Dim red lights illuminated the shapes of pipes along the walls. Althea pushed open a door to the outside.
"They only come through here once or twice at night," Althea whispered. The courtyard sloped down before them. A wall cut off the parking lot from the top of the courtyard, out from under which a clear creek flowed through a barred tunnel. Across from them, an orange-lit covered corridor led from a gate in the parking lot wall to a loading dock in the main office building. The creek was swollen from the summer snowmelt and flowed down into landscaped pools, barred off to swimmers by brightly painted barriers. It passed through a barred moon gate in the wall cutting the courtyard off from the lakeshore, and drained into the lake. The rushing noise made Dell need to pee again and she had just enough time to give Althea her bag and rush to the nearest ornamentally placed clump of bushes. The first desperate burst soaked the front of Del's pants, but she got them down in time for the next one.
All Del could hear over the nighttime noises was a low rush and quiet splashing on the ground. She suppressed a groan of relief and relaxed, stretching her wings. There was enough room for it behind the tall foliage.
Soft footsteps approached.
"Sorry," Althea breathed, a shadow in the bushes next to Del. The duffel bag at her hip gave her faint silhouette an odd lopsided shape "The courtyard patrol is early." On the other side of the hedge-like bushes, Del could just make out a flashlight bobbing along the courtyard path toward them. Del felt her face pale in cold prickles: her piss was flowing downward, forming a noticeable puddle in the dry asphalt path on the other side of the bushes.
Relieving herself felt good and she was glad to get it all out, but she couldn't stop as the flashlight neared. The guard passed less than three meters away, and Del held her breath.
The guard - Alvin from the night before - walked by without even looking down at the puddle. It wasn't until he was well past them, heading for a door in the lower office wing, that Del's flow petered off.
"I thought he was going to notice us for sure," Althea panted. "How big is your d-" Althea paused when the door that Alvin went through gave an echoing slam. "We'll need to be careful of that door. Geez, that's loud."
"What was that last thing?" Del gulped. She was able to shake off and take her duffel bag back.
Althea took a steadying breath. "How big is your dorm room window?"
The door to the office building was unlocked, and Del eased it shut behind them. They were in a stairwell and descended two levels into a long hallway, tiled in the same checkered linoleum as the hospital wing. Another stairwell brought them to the dock on the lake, and Althea used Del's keychain to get into a maintenance room on the ground floor of the northern tower. From there, they entered the hallway leading to the physicians' offices.
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Pic today is various ideas I've had for Cyan. Top left is the most current. |
Chib Pt. 29
Seven and a half years ago:
(Saoirse's Adventures Part 12)
Thunder rumbled through the building. It woke Saoirse; she knew that she was afraid of thunder, but didn't have the energy to react. She rolled onto her back, freeing her knee-length tail to swish at her side. Her waist-length yellow-white hair had come out of its braid while she was asleep and wrapped uncomfortably around her catlike ears, whose color matched her hair, with faint tabby stripes. She took a second to detangle them before getting up. A chemical smell seemed to stick in the back of her sinuses, an odd sterile smell that reminded her of either house paint or industrial markers. The smell had pervaded the hidden basement she and Arthur had entered that morning. It wasn't quite as strong where they slept, but made the post-nap headache worse. She decided to get up.
Saoirse stretched as she sat up, her head pounding. Arthur lay sprawled out next to her on his stomach, his bad wing stretched carefully across the arm of the folding couch bed they were sleeping on. The other was neatly folded at his side, maintaining a space for Saoirse. His black feathers were fluffed out in the cold, damp air. Saoirse couldn't tell which way his head was facing: his curly shoulder-length dark hair lay around his head in a frizzy mass. Trying not to wake Arthur, Saoirse reached under the blankets, searching for the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. Her hand closed around the flip phone and took it out.
"All you had to do was ask," mumbled Arthur. He pushed himself up slowly, bracing his wing. He shook his hair back; his eyes were unfocused because he couldn't see in the scant light filtering in under the door to the hall. Saoirse, being half renoige, had keen night vision and could clearly see him. She simultaneously noticed his post-nap erection and took a moment to be jealous of how good he looked in the blue citrus-patterned skirt she'd given him. "What time is it?"
Saoirse clicked the button on the battered old flip phone. "It's six-thirty-three, and you have a text message from Milly."
"In the evening?" Arthur grunted, stretching.
"Dig site rained out, gone to town to stay with Digit and Mums," Arthur read aloud while Saoirse rooted through his duffel bag for a bottle of pain relievers. "Huh. The migraine pills are in the zipper pocket on the inside."
Saoirse's search yielded several bottles of pills. Arthur had labeled them himself; he wrote in a swooping cursive hand taught on the Renoige Homeworld. Both Saoirse and Arthur had learned it in school, but Saoirse had abandoned it at the first opportunity.
"You have beautiful handwriting," commented Saoirse, squinting at a word made of nondescript, rounded loops. "I can't read it."
"You can't smell which one it is?" Arthur yawned.
Saoirse shook her head, then remembered it was too dark for him to see it. "No. That chemical smell from downstairs is covering everything."
"Really? I can't smell it up here," said Arthur. "Give them to me." He extended a hand and Saoirse handed them to him one by one. He held his phone up to each to read them. "This is it. No more than two," he said, handing back the third bottle. Saoirse led them into the bright hallway. They made their way to the office room with the salvaged microwave in the corner.
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose over his coffee. He'd been glancing at the window, at the tarpaulin-draped campsite across the water. "Should we let everyone from the dig in here?" Arthur yawned. "I think they'd appreciate the showers."
"Well we're both trespassing," said Saoirse. Her head was starting to feel better, but she still couldn't smell much. It was almost like having a cold without the stuffy nose. "And you're here with your university group. If it got out that you were trespassing on some evil corporation's property, everyone could get in trouble." Arthur slurped his coffee morosely, and Saoirse added, "It's supposed to get hot again tomorrow. Besides, they get to take a break from digging with the rain pouring like this, don't they?"
"Milly said they had plenty to document," Arthur sighed.
After the coffee, they returned to the office they'd slept in. The trap door under the desk was easy to open now that Saoirse knew where it was. The chemical smell wasn't as intense this time, but Saoirse still had it stuck in the back of her throat from earlier. The coffee had helped, but going back downstairs, the smell was already starting to give her a new headache.
"I hope this doesn't go down too far," said Saoirse. Her voice echoed off the walls of the surveillance room at the bottom of the stairs.
Saoirse peeked in all of the rooms along the first hallway and found that the tables in some rooms had odd extensions off to the sides.
"They're wing rests for Andynes," said Arthur.
"I've been to the doctor on the Andyne Homeworld, and I've seen their exam tables. They look nothing like this," said Saoirse. The tables she'd sat on had raised headrests and inclined sides for winged patients.
"They're specifically for wing injuries," Arthur said, squeezing past Saoirse to stand next to it. He carefully raised his bad wing and rested it, slightly extended, against the padded ends of the metal extensions. "When it needs to stay extended for physical therapy, shots, or exams."
"This was a Haman facility though," said Saoirse. "There were a few Anth and Andynes on the staff rosters, but they were security and food service."
Arthur shrugged, maneuvering himself out of the apparatus. "The best wing specialists tend to be Hamans. They have extra schooling requirements, and they work with Amphibious diagnosticians for at least a year. There weren't any andyne wing doctors at some of the clinics my dad took me to on the Homeworld."
"I've never been to a wing clinic," Saoirse admitted, and made a mental note to find an excuse to go to one.
"Well, I wouldn't recommend it," Arthur laughed as they left the room. "How's your head?"
"Better, but it smells down here," sighed Saoirse. "Let's get as far as we can, then I can come back later and get photos if we find anything interesting."
The door at the end of the hallway opened into another hallway. There were more patient rooms, and Saoirse wondered how many patients the place once had.
Another set of doors intersected a wide corridor. A sign indicated "Patient Facilities" with an arrow leading off to the right, and the left hallway ended in a pair of swinging doors with "EMPLOYEES ONLY" stenciled across the door. Saoirse went right.
"What? No forbidden door?" said Arthur, shining his flashlight around. The beam bounced off the white walls and diffused the light.
"The smell is stronger that way," said Saoirse. "Let's go back upstairs after this. I need a break."
"Would it help if I pissed on the floor again? I do need to go," said Arthur.
"You do?" Saoirse asked. One of the easiest things to smell, whether or not she was used to a person's species, was when someone had a full bladder. She sniffed, and had to concentrate to isolate it from the overlaid chemical smell. It was like trying to identify color through a dull green camera filter.
The first door opened to a large sitting room. The air seemed to rush in when they entered, and when Arthur shut it behind them her sinuses recovered a bit. The air in that room smelled like rain; it was probably piped in from outside.
"Cover your eyes, " said Arthur, and Saoirse did while he flipped the light switch. Soft lighting flickered on around the walls. The floor underfoot was polished wood, inlaid with an intricate geometric stone pattern. Furniture sat grouped in different corners of the room, some chairs sporting odd extensions like the ones on the patient tables. Arthur slid into the nearest one, shrugging his bad wing into the cushioned places and adjusting it so that it rested in a striking tableau of black feathers. With that done he pulled off the skirt and tossed it onto the chaise lounge next to his chair.
"Did you still want me to pee?" asked Arthur, raising his hoodie. His erection throbbed in the chill air, pointing squarely at Saoirse. "I'll need to take care of this first. Unless you want to help, you should probably move."
"Can I do oral?" asked Saoirse.
Arthur took a slow, deep breath. Saoirse's sense of smell was still not great, but she could smell how worked up he was. "Maybe just a handjob?" he said at last.
"How about a tit job?" Saoirse suggested. "I've always wanted to try that."
Two minutes later, Saoirse had retrieved a short stool and kneeled on it between Arthur's thighs.
"Why do they even have stools this short?" Saoirse snorted. She was naked, and her tail swished excitedly behind her.
"It's a footrest for when you have to sit for a long time," said Arthur. "For treatments-..." He stifled a moan when Saoirse pressed her chest against him, raised herself, and pushed her small breasts together around his shaft. She didn't have enough breast to go completely around, so her hands covered the gap.
"Can I lick or kiss it?" asked Saoirse, moving down. The movement pulled back Arthur's foreskin, and it was close enough to her mouth for Saoirse to breathe on the exposed head. Arthur's body flinched subtly with each exhalation. Hovering close, she could smell the subtle edge of Arthur's medication on the clear fluid leaking out of him. She smelled his embarrassment before realizing that she was frowning herself.
"I can um...clean up in the sink in the corner," Arthur said, blushing under his freckles.
Saoirse's face mirrored Arthur's, warming slightly. "Oh no, it's not that. I can just smell your medication."
Arthur swallowed. "You mean it's in the umm..." Saoirse started moving again and he gasped.
"Yeah," Saoirse sighed. "Can I do things with my mouth if I don't swallow anything?" Arthur nodded, and she moved down enough to kiss the tip. One of Arthur's hands settled on Saoirse's head, feeling her silky catlike ears while he lay back.
Saoirse had just enough time to try everything she wanted with her mouth before Arthur gasped out, "Rabb!"
Bemused, Saoirse stood up, moved like they'd agreed, and finished him off with her hand. Arthur soiled the carpet between his legs in several large bursts, his body jerking and spasming. When it stopped coming out he sat up, shaking and mortified. He kept opening his mouth like he wanted to say something and shutting it again.
"It's alright, everyone already knows you've had a huge crush on Rabb since you two were in elementary school," said Saoirse, patting Arthur's thigh. Saoirse could smell instantly that what she'd said had had the opposite of the intended effect. Arthur paled.
"Everyone?" Arthur said faintly.
"Well mostly just me," Saoirse backtracked. Arthur's childhood crush on Rabb would've been obvious to any renoige with a sense of smell, but she decided to leave that out for now. "It's one of the few things I remember about you. That, and you spilled the blood for the restaurant's desserts over my homework that one time."
Arthur hid his face in his hands and groaned, "I remember that now. I'm so sorry."
Saoirse laughed, "It got me out of doing my dumb cursive homework. Mom was more angry at you than I was." She bent down, kissed him on the top of his head, and was gratified to feel him shiver. "Where did you want to pee down here?" Arthur sat back and thought about it, his hoodie pulled up to his chest.
"I forgot how comfortable these chairs are," said Arthur. He used his foot to move the footrest to the side. "I've already soiled the carpet, so I might as well go all the way."
Arthur stretched out, spreading his legs apart over the carpet and letting his butt hang over the side of the chair.
"You don't want to get the chair wet?" snorted Saoirse.
"I might want to sit here again. This is a nice chair." Arthur reached down to pull back his foreskin and aim. He shook and stimulated his slowly-shrinking member to start the flow and achieved a drip.
"Mind if I go too?" Saoirse asked, standing next to him.
Saoirse had a much easier time with it. She pulled down the front of her shorts, freed her clitoris, and let go right away, aiming for where the first drops of Arthur's piss had soaked into the carpet.
"You're not retracted anymore," observed Arthur. His drip sped up and coalesced into a stream. "You're even a bit swollen."
Saoirse grinned. "It popped back out while we were asleep." She finished and shook off, righting her shorts. "And I enjoyed the tit job."
"If you like I could return the favor," Arthur offered, his urine pattering steadily on the carpet. The pile of the carpet and deep, and the puddle between his thighs was deceptively small.
"Later," sighed Saoirse. "I'm okay for right now." Something still wasn't quite right with Saoirse's sense of smell. It wasn't coming back as she'd hoped it would; she was just starting to get used to the chemical smell sticking in her nose. A suspicious throb in the back of her head threatened another headache, but the smell was definitely weaker in the patient lounge. Saoirse thought there might be an air vent to the outside, offering something of the outdoors to the nice but windowless basement room. Both Andyne and Haman doctors had a thing for "fresh air," and it didn't take Saoirse long to locate the air vents in two of the corners.
Arthur yawned, "Well, I'm always up for more practice, so if you're ever in the mood for it, just ask."
Saoirse walked up to the door while Arthur put his skirt back on. She couldn't smell anything from it; the door had an airtight rubber seal around it, unfaded and only slightly dried out after years of disuse in the dark.
"Do you still want to go back upstairs?" asked Arthur, approaching with the footrest he'd saved under his arm.
"Yeah," said Saoirse. She braced herself, but the chemical smell that washed in wasn't as bad as before.
"It really is strong down here, isn't it?" Arthur sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "There's probably an open vat of hydrostatic fluid somewhere. If you take the footrest up with you, I could try to find the vat and seal it down here."
Saoirse looked at the footrest: it was the one she'd kneeled on, and had somehow escaped getting spattered in bodily fluids. "No. I don't think either of us should be alone down here. That's how people die in horror movies."
Saoirse and Arthur found some masking tape to seal off the trap door once they got back to the upper office, and opened some doors and windows to air it out. They collaborated on a plan to explore the hidden basement the next day over dinner and crossed the courtyard in the rain for a shower after.
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This is from something like five years before Saoirse met Pia; at first I was excited to have two stories intersect like this but it doesn't make as much sense on paper as it did in my head. Also I'm only up to part 32. 😅
Art is Rabb and Arthur playing a boardgame. I drew it in early 2017 in ink and colored pencils. Rabb is a full-renoige, and not half human like Saoirse. |
Chib Part 30:
"We'd been asleep for about nine hours, so I thought we'd-" Saoirse grunted. Her face was buried in Pia's cleavage, and Pia's hand was between her legs. "I thought we'd be awake all night, but we slept another twelve hours after we got back from the showers."
Pia had been working slowly at Saoirse for almost an hour, sitting astride Saoirse's lap in the seat by the radio. They'd started in bed, moving when Saoirse warned her that the bed might get wet. A tarp from the emergency supplies had been draped over the chair to keep it dry, and it crackled under them. Saoirse's body was starting to tighten, and she pressed her face into Pia's breasts. Saoirse was wet enough for Pia to insert a finger or two, but she had been for the past fifteen minutes.
"Ready?" asked Pia.
Saoirse nodded breathlessly, and Pia inserted her fingers. Saoirse braced her feet on the floor, moving her hips rhythmically against Pia's hand. Saoirse's movements turned the chair so that Pia could see out the front window. Pia was enjoying Saoirse's moans when something in the window caught her eye. A square of blue tarp, much like the one protecting the seat they were on, sat along the water about fifty meters away. It looked like an awning that they used for-
Saoirse smothered her loudest moan yet in Pia's cleavage and pulsated around Pia's hand. As Pia redoubled her efforts, a teal-skinned figure set a pole in the ground next to the first awning and attached a silvered thermal tarp cover, disappearing behind it. Saoirse bucked hard and gave a few more spasms before her body relaxed. She was left twitching and panting, and Pia held her for as long as she dared.
"Pia, what is it?" Saoirse wheezed. The voices from before had come back. Saoirse's ears perked up. "You hear it too?"
Pia gulped. "May said we'd be close to the farmer's market when I talked to her. I think this is it." Saoirse twisted to look over her shoulder and squinted in the bright morning sunlight.
"But this is a..." Saoirse stopped to sniff the air. "This is a quarry? What kind of farmers market takes place at an abandoned quarry?" She nudged Pia and Pia gingerly climbed off her, staying down to keep out of sight at the front window. Saoirse got up too, and Pia was satisfied to note that Saoirse was still visibly shaky.
"An Amphibious one. This place must connect to the Nilbog watercourse," said Pia quietly, peeking over the lip of the window. In the space between the airship and the water, awnings and tents were set up in a grid. What Pia had seen had just been the edge of a long cluster of market stalls. Steam was already rising from several of the stalls. Next to her, Saoirse sniffed the air.
"They're cooking," whispered Saoirse, ducking down when the shapes of people crossed one of the gaps in the tents.
They pulled the tarp off the chair and folded the sides in to contain the liquid that Saoirse had left. The original plan had been to take the tarp outside and wash it off in the water. Now that there was a whole farmer's market outside, neither of them wanted to try that.
"Were they out there when Mayra called?" Saoirse yawned, motioning for Pia to turn so she could button the back of Pia's dress. A jagged semi-grid of knotty scar tissue crisscrossed Pia's back. The knottiest scars formed a pair of vertical lines up her shoulder blades. Saoirse had seen them many times and tried not to stare for too long.
"No. I even went out and looked when I got your clothes," said Pia. She sidestepped the folded tarp and sat on the pilot's chair while Saoirse stepped into her shorts. "You're still retracted?"
"It's a slow process," said Saoirse. "First the muscles relax, then it pops out slowly over about twenty minutes. Walking around helps."
The supply ramp was still extended, so Pia strolled down it and behind the aircraft. Saoirse followed curiously.
"Pia, why are we going this way-" she halted when Pia stopped and spread her feet on the pitted ground. Saoirse turned and looked in the direction of the farmer's market along the water. A few people could be seen walking around, but no one looked their way.
Pia raised her skirt slightly and let loose on a dry spot of ground. "You're blushing," she giggled.
"You don't usually just...go out in the open like this," said Saoirse, walking over to stand behind Pia and clasp her waist. She kissed Pia's neck and rested her head on Pia's shoulder. "Not that I'm complaining."
"As long as you keep it away from the food and out of the water, they don't care," said Pia. "It's easy to find somewhere at outdoor events like this. Do you need to go before we get breakfast?"
Saoirse's stomach growled, almost as though on cue. "I'll go after we finish shopping. Let's get some food."
The farmer's market extended out into the water. Since the market was run by and for Amphibious people, several of the market stalls were below the waves on the submerged shelves of the quarry. There was no way to get to most of them, except to swim.
"What do they make here?" asked Saoirse, sniffing the air. She couldn't place some of the smells from the various vendors. Saoirse glanced at the closest vendor, an amphibious man with deep green skin dividing up a slab of dough for some sort of fried buns at a stall labeled "BUN SHOP." He wore a hat, gloves, and a full-length apron, but something felt off. Saoirse was trying to figure out what was different when the man turned around and she saw his buttcheeks.
"Most of the food is either carbohydrates, fish, or seaweed," said Pia. They passed another amphibious man, this time a customer. A pale pattern of stripes wrapped around his sides, which Saoirse could only see because the man was completely naked except for the waterproof pack he wore at his hip. They eventually came to the stall where a young woman stood naked in an apron over a boiling pot of water.
Saoirse didn't know what to get so she ordered the same buckwheat noodles and tea combo that Pia got. While the young woman prepared their orders, Pia asked her about the layout of the farmer's market.
"It looks like the veggies Azri needs are in the underwater stalls," said Pia, sitting down at a flat spot on the water's edge with her breakfast. One of the vendors had set up a sitting area with a light metal frame and stretched shade cloth canopy.
"Are we going to have to swim out there?" asked Saoirse. She felt pleasantly warm in the filtered sunlight, and the thought of going back in the water put her off her breakfast.
"I can help!" burped a voice at Saoirse's side. She jumped, narrowly avoiding dropping her food. Saoirse looked down into a pair of silver eyes, bobbing up out of the water. Another head came up out of the water someway behind her, next to the tall black fin and white saddle patch of an orca. The whale gave a keening squeal that echoed off the water, and Saoirse exchanged a glance with Pia.
"Hi, Naleini," said Saoirse.
"I knew it was you two," said Naleini happily. Next to Naleini, her blue-skinned mentor rose up and expelled water out of the gills at the sides of her throat. Naleini glanced back at her and said, "Tabbitha says you landed during the storm last night. Kalawok heard you."
"Kalawok?" Saoirse glanced up at Pia, whose face was just as red as hers felt.
Tabbitha gestured toward the orca they were with. Other whale fins broke the waves every now and then out in the deeper water, and they whistled and squealed among themselves.
Naleini took a second to refill the air sacs in her chest. "She needs air, so she stays near the surface at night here. The whales were vocal last night...after the rain." managing to sound consolatory in a series of lungless burps. It made Saoirse wonder just how much Naleini and Tabbitha had heard.
"Is this place always full of whales?" Saoirse asked faintly. Pia was suddenly very focused on her tea and took a long, slow drink.
Naleini exchanged another look with Tabbitha. "We don't know, we're just passing through," said Naleini. "There were only three other whales up here last...night, and more are here with the patrons this morning. Did you need help to get things? From the underwater stalls?"
Pia counted out some money for Naleini, and they watched her spiky, silvery fins disappear under the water. There was a splash next to Pia: Tabbitha raised herself out of the water and sat on the stony shelf. letting her crimson tail sway in the water. She was still completely naked except for a satchel and sea urchin necklace, and up close, Saoirse could see how big she was. Tabbitha was lean, muscular, and built to a larger scale than the average human: if she'd had legs instead of a tail she'd be about three meters tall.
"If I gave you money," Tabbitha said, looking between Saoirse and Pia. Her voice was deep and rusty, as though she didn't use it much. "Would one of you buy sweet buns?"
"From the baker with the nice buns, you mean?" thought Saoirse, stopping to make sure she hadn't said that out loud when Tabbitha looked at her. Pia put down her tea and looked at Saoirse; something about Saoirse's mortified expression made Pia get up and hold out a hand to Tabbitha.
"Thank you," said Tabbitha, handing Pia the money. "Get four, please." Pia strode off toward the food stalls, leaving Saoirse with the naked aquatic woman.
"You are nervous," Tabbitha stated purposefully. Somehow her curly green hair was already drying, blowing in the breeze off the water. "I will not eat you."
Saoirse looked up. "Wha-...thank you."
"You're welcome," said Tabbitha impassively. Naleini surfaced next to Saoirse with the groceries Pia had asked for and handed Saoirse the change. Saoirse tried to give her some money for her trouble, but she refused.
"I consider it repayment for finding us a...map. Where's Pia?" Naleini asked, taking up the spot next to Tabbitha. Tabbitha craned down to level her eyes with Naleini, and something seemed to pass between them.
Naleini made a complicated choking noise that Saoirse thought sounded like a giggle. "The man with nice buns...makes the buns," she told Saoirse. It gave Saoirse the odd impression that Naleini was somehow translating for Tabbitha. Naleini explained when Pia returned that Tabbitha had paid for four buns so they could each have one. They really were nice buns, Saoirse had to admit.
Back at the airship, Saoirse spread the tarp on the ground while Pia retrieved the water to rinse it off. They let it dry in the sun while they packed up the mattress and cooking supplies.
"Are people always naked at these things?" asked Saoirse while they stuffed the folded mattress back into its compartment.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't warn you about it," said Pia, recalling Saoirse's face when she realized the vendors were naked under their aprons. "I worked for an Amphibious catering company for a year and a half when I arrived in this world, and I didn't realize how desensitized I am to it."
Saoirse picked up a blanket and started folding it. "Isn't being naked while making food somewhat uh... unhygienic?"
"That's what the aprons and gloves and stuff are for," said Pia. "They're very conscious of sanitation, especially in the aquatic sietches and weems."
"You didn't work underwater, did you?" Saoirse said incredulously.
"No. I mainly did outdoor events along the coast," said Pia. "But we also did mixed-accommodation hotels in the larger Amphibious cities." Pia glanced out the window. "We should flip the tarp. The top should be dry by now."
Pia hurried out and Saoirse helped her flip the tarp. It was dry enough for them to fold up, and Pia returned outside after they stowed it away. Pia found a dry spot on the ground and stood with her feet apart, facing away from the farmer's market.
"Already?" said Saoirse, stepping in front of Pia.
"We're going to be traveling for over an hour, and we just cleaned everything. " Pia leaned forward, looking up into Saoirse's face, and let go. The stream passed neatly between Saoirse's knees. "You should probably go too."
Saoirse blushed again and looked up over Pia's shoulder. "Just don't laugh, okay?"
"Why would I laugh?" asked Pia. Saoirse responded by unzipping her shorts. She was slightly more shrunken than usual, but that was normal after she'd been retracted for a while. Saoirse stepped back slightly, aimed straight down, and released. The two were enjoying watching each other when a pair of figures stepped out in the open behind the tents about fifty meters away. Saoirse and Pia were downwind of them, and Saoirse could tell that they were out there to pee too. She recognized the one on the right as the man who'd been making buns. Pia gently reached up and turned Saoirse's face to hers. It made Saoirse's heart flutter.
"You can look, but it's impolite to stare," said Pia quietly, glancing over her shoulder. What she saw made her go pale. "Are you almost done?"
"Why, what's wrong?" whispered Saoirse.
"I think I know at least one of them from somewhere." Pia was already finished, and though Saoirse wasn't quite done, Pia assured her that it was fine if she dribbled a few drops on the outer deck. She had Saoirse retract the boarding ramp while she powered up the airship, and within two minutes they were in the air, heading south.
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Today's image is Naleini in colored pencil and an old censored photoshop pic of Tabbitha, both from 2017. I have some older watercolors of Tabbitha but I'm not sure where those are at the moment, and Naleini is more green and indigo here than silver. |
Chib Part 31:
Heavy rain and wind overshadowed the next five days. Most of May and Pia's time was spent either cleaning up the downed leaves and branches or repairing things that broke in the wind. Cyan thought that Saoirse might stay in, but every morning she left at the same time as Pia and went into town, getting back late every night after Cyan had gone to sleep. Cyan still had regular visits from Azri and the occasional call from Avi during the day. The constant rain made Cyan sleepy and lethargic, which Azri repeatedly reassured him was normal after long-term hydrostasis.
The rain ceased on Friday night, and Saturday dawned damp but clear. Saoirse and Pia had been up late watching movies on a small television in Pia's bedroom, and when Azri visited at eight in the morning, they were still asleep.
"Want to walk with me to see Avaris?" Azri asked on her way out the door. The appointment had been quick; she was currently just monitoring Cyan and taking his vitals. "She's been asking about you, and this way we can do your walk earlier."
Now that it wasn't pouring outside, Cyan was itching for a walk around the yard. He pulled on his knitted hat and oversized manatee sweater.
"How are the sunburns?" asked Azri. A thin mist hung over the boardwalks, and the dappled sunlight cut through it in pale gold rays.
"Still gone," Cyan replied, pulling back the collar of his sweater and revealing a patch of blue "tan" above his collarbone that was already starting to fade. "And um...about that-..."
Avi's airship was covered in leaves and sticks from the surrounding trees. Pia and May had spent the previous day clearing the walkways, but a tree had fallen across their path. Cyan had started looking for a way around the tree when Azri approached the fallen tree, prodded it with her toe, adjusted her footing, and kicked it with a loud crack that made Cyan wince. The tree split apart in the middle and fell to either side of the walkway.
"Look at all that dead wood," said Azri, kicking the remaining stick fragments off the boardwalk. "It's no wonder it fell."
"Didn't that hurt?" asked Cyan.
"No, these shoes are reinforced," said Azri. She had on a sturdier pair of shoes than her usual non-scuffing crepe soles. "May insisted on getting me these now that I'm up here every day. I didn't expect them to be so great for kicking things! I'm gonna have to scrub off the scuff though."
They arrived at Avi's door and Azri knocked.
"If we talk about anything personal you may need to stand outside," said Azri. Cyan nodded.
Avi answered the door in her nightshirt, with her hair up in a messy bun. She looked almost as healthy as she did in the...the memory drained away again.
"You're early, Cyan," she said, blushing, but invited them in and brought out some canned tea from her refrigerator. The label on the side said the contents were "blood orange chamomile herbal tea."
"Azri says it should be safe for humans," Avi announced. Cyan tried it, and before he knew it he'd finished the can. He was used to waiting for tea to cool and drinking it all, but with the chilled tea, he could skip a step.
"Are...you human?" Cyan asked Avi. She set another tea in front of him, and his bladder reminded him that he'd skipped the bathroom that morning.
"Only a quarter," said Avi. "I asked Azri what might be safe for you, and she said that anything safe for humans should be okay."
"Your test results so far aren't entirely human but they skew that way," said Azri. "Once your tests get back from the Went Sietch I'll be able to tell for sure." Azri stayed standing near the door, peering out the window.
"Went has the testing facilities for that?" said Avi, sitting down. "I thought they were underwater."
"That doesn't mean they can't have genetic testing facilities," sniffed Azri. "Underwater doesn't mean it has to be low-tech." Cyan regretted picking the seat that faced the toilet in Avi's weird bathroom/front room and tried not to look at it or sip his tea. He immediately caught himself picking up his tea for another drink and put it down.
"How did you get it there?" Avi asked. "Is there an Amphibious service?"
"We have delivery services too," said Azri distractedly. "Two-thirds of the people on this world are Amphibious, you know. It's not like we don't have the infrastructure." She stepped primly toward the door, subtly hopping up and down on her heels. "Avaris, would you make sure that both you and Cyan empty your bladders soon? I need to go."
"Did you ask her?" said Avaris quietly as Azri traversed the boardwalks to Mayra's workshop outside.
"I tried but I didn't get a chance. She kicked a tree in half," said Cyan. Avaris looked closely at him. "What about the pot?"
"The Fast Fliers can't ship that stuff," sighed Avaris. "That's why I wanted to ask Azri."
"Do they not sell that stuff in town though?" Cyan unselfconsciously dropped his hand into his lap and adjusted himself. "Pia has to get her supplies somewhere." Avaris watched him stop himself from taking another drink of his tea; she was glad he liked it. Watching Cyan struggle to hold it made Avaris's heart race.
"Should we take this um..." Avaris pointed toward the wide shower bay. "Are you ready?"
Cyan twisted in his seat and moaned, "I couldn't ask Azri, remember?"
"How would it be different if you did?" asked Avaris. She realized that she needed to pee too. "She'd probably just watch."
"Touche," breathed Cyan, getting up and pulling his chair to the shower bay.
Pia lowered the airship into the grassy field that served as Shell Bay's airship parking area. The Tinkering Scallop was right next to where she set down.
The shop looked slightly cleaner than usual after the days of rain, and a deconstructed hover manifold sat on a table in the far corner. Lady's toolkit sat open next to it. Lady herself was at the front counter.
"Miss Pia! What brings you here? More fuses for your silverling model?"
Pia wiped her feet on the mat inside the door before approaching the desk. "You got a call for Miss Mayra earlier this week?"
"Why do you want to know?" asked Lady. "Do you know the Nucifera girl too?"
"It was about her?" said Pia, taken aback.
"I'll tell you everything if you do something for me," Lady's strange black eyes glittered. "Do you have anywhere to be today?" Pia looked up at the clock: it was just past noon.
Saoirse stood at the top of the stairs down the plateau at half past two in the afternoon, panting. It had been an unproductive day, but she wasn't too concerned about it. She leaned on her knees and paused to catch her breath for about a minute. When she straightened up, the dockyard was empty. Saoirse didn't know why she'd looked up until she heard a rushing noise from above. Two winged figures were approaching.
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The pic is Pia when she was younger, May with light hair and coveralls with the wrong name on them, Della (Azri's oldest, adopted) and Arthur from a family pic - you can see the top of Chrysanthemum's head. |
Part 32
The two winged figures swooped lower over the walkway. Saoirse recognized the brown and white striped wings of one, but not the gray and black gull-like wings on the other. The figure with the gull wings landed abruptly and heavily on the walkway, while the one with the striped wings came to a gentler stop much closer to Saoirse. He wasn't in uniform but wore a gray long-distance flying suit. He unzipped his flying cowl and revealed his face.
"Hi, Tulip," said Saoirse, pleased at how quickly she remembered the name. "What are you doing out here in plain clothes?" Tulip opened his mouth to speak, but his companion shambled over. He wore a similar flying suit to Tulip's.
The man blustered at her from inside the flight cowl; it muffled and distorted what he said, but he sounded angry. Over-the-top displays of anger were a very culturally Andyne way of expressing distress, Saoirse reflected. She could just make out the words "Miss Eneko" from the muffled tirade.
"This is Yarrow," said Tulip. Yarrow hopped off the walkway tugging at his flight suit and landed heavily on the ground. "Just a sec," Tulip groaned and hopped down, landing lightly next to Yarrow. With both of their wings in the way, Saoirse could smell what was going on: Yarrow was wetting his flight suit. Saoirse could also smell that he was very out of shape, dehydrated, and had been holding it for some time. He backed away when Tulip approached him.
"Yarrow, let me help you," said Tulip. "Please, that's my good spare suit." Yarrow let Tulip open a flap in the suit over the crotch. He stepped back so Yarrow could fumble with his clothing underneath.
Yarrow said something to Tulip that was muffled by his helmet, sagging with relief when he'd negotiated his clothes and was safely pissing out of the suit.
"That's why I told you to wear the flight gloves," said Tulip. "Will you need any help closing it up?"
Yarrow said something in reply, held up a hand and wiggled his fingers.
"If you need help, just holler," said Tulip, using his wings to hop back up to the walkway.
"He's supposed to find some kid named Nucifera," Tulip said to Saoirse.
"Where's he from?" Saoirse asked quietly. Below the walkway, Yarrow had drawn his wings around himself and appeared to be sobbing. She reminded herself that Yarrow was probably from WS, and felt a surge of antipathy for him.
Tulip sighed, "Yarrow is a family legal agent from the Andyne Homeworld."
Surprisingly, it had been Mayra who'd informed Saoirse of what was going on several days before. Avaris's great-grandfather had died a little under a month ago. He'd been the patriarch of the powerful, sprawling Nucifera family on the Andyne homeworld. He'd lived a long life, even for an andyne, and Mayra had estimated his age at a hundred and seventy years. When Saoirse had asked why there was no listed birthdate, Mayra had scoffed, "When they get to one hundred the elders like adding ten years to their age when they think nobody's looking. A birthdate would make that inconvenient."
"He just wants to find the great-granddaughter and give her some paperwork," Tulip explained.
Saoirse glared in Yarrow's general direction. "I'll speak to her, but the dockyard is closed for the weekend. You'll need to come back on Monday."
Yarrow said a bunch of muffled syllables up at them. The helmet damped and distorted the sound so that Saoirse could only pick out about every third word. The clearest word had been "death," which didn't do Yarrow any favors.
"He says it's mostly just standard family death stuff," Tulip translated. "And we didn't bring all of the paperwork. Neither of us thought she'd still be here."
Yarrow interjected with something that sounded like "you have the fenvelope." He fumbled with his clothes and almost attempted to hop up to the walkway like Tulip had, but thought better of it and went around to the stairs.
"If you say so," said Tulip unzipping a chest panel on his suit. From an inner pocket, he brought out an envelope marked "CONFIDENTIAL," which he handed to Saoirse.
Tulip and Yarrow left on foot, Tulip lecturing Yarrow on the importance of wearing gloves on long flights while they descended the dizzying stairs down the side of the plateau. It would take them close to the downtown area of Segoe, where they would find some lodgings and a change of clothes for Yarrow.
Saoirse sniffed the envelope on her way to Avaris's airship: The ink was fresh, and the paper smelled faintly of sweat and soap from being in Tulip's pocket. She noticed Avaris's scent on the walkway alongside Cyan's when she reached Pia's airship. Their trail, which was so fresh that she'd probably just missed them, circled behind the ship. Saoirse followed it, eager to be rid of the envelope. After that, she needed to find and tell Mayra and Azri about the two andyne visitors.
"Do they usually grow that fast?" asked Avaris's voice.
"You know, I feel like I should know this," Cyan replied. Saoirse hurried down the stairs to the ground. "Maybe the rain makes it grow faster?"
Turning the corner Saoirse was so close she could smell the shrug Avaris gave. Avaris and Cyan stood around about halfway along the airship, by a tomato plant that grew underneath the hover platform, about half the size of Pia's tomato plants. Cyan wore his sweater and a cap over his shorts, and Avaris wore a short, retina-stingingly bright blue-green dress patterned with cacti. Saoirse could smell right away that Cyan had a full bladder, and for some reason, it took her an extra second to realize that Avaris's was too.
Saoirse walked over and stopped so that the three of them formed a semicircle around the tomato plant. "I think I know where this is going. Mind if I go too?"
"Sure." Avaris's nerves got the better of her and she squatted, gathering up her skirt. She wore an odd sort of padded flower-patterned undershorts underneath, which she pulled out of the way just in time to avoid a powerful spray. It flattened some of the leaves on the plant.
"Avi-"
"I know, sorry," said Avaris, aiming the spray at the ground. Saoirse slipped the letter into the pocket of her cargo shorts, and she and Cyan started at the same time, aiming for the plant.
"Your pee is blue?" said Saoirse.
Cyan snorted, "I'm surprised you didn't know, but it's nice to know that Azri isn't just telling everyone everything."
Saoirse remembered small, clear medical sample jars in Pia's refrigerator, filled with blue liquid with dates written on their sides in Azri's handwriting. Saoirse had assumed it was some form of medical cleaning solution and had been setting pitchers of tea next to them to chill for the past several days. The jars were sealed and she couldn't smell urine on the outside, so Saoirse wasn't exactly grossed out, but she made a mental note to set the pitcher on the opposite side of the fridge the next time she made cold tea.
The three of them stood and squatted in silence, watering the tomato plant for a long, awkward moment.
"Your uh...last name is Nucifera, right?" Saoirse asked Avaris.
Just finishing, Avaris looked up. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"
"Two Andynes flew up here asking for you," said Saoirse. "They gave me an envelope to give you, and I told them to come back on Monday. It's in my pocket. Did you want it now or should we wait?"
Avaris stood up, adjusting the odd undershorts beneath her skirt, and Saoirse finished and zipped up. Between them, Cyan was the only one still peeing.
"Let's wash our hands inside first," said Avaris. They waited for Cyan to finish before going back inside.
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I found that pic from my hard drive of Tabbitha from 2009 and decided to post a chapter to celebrate. With the pic. This is a really old watercolor, and not even the oldest pic of Tabbitha. Did I just write all of this to use Tabbitha again? She *does* have suspiciously green hair like half of my freaking characters. If I find the oldest pic I'll post it with a chapter. |
I post 3 short stories that i wrote the other day
Michael was nursing the night shift in a very important department that he could not leave for any reason. For some time now, due to health problems, he had started drinking lots of water at any time of day to keep himself hydrated. Also that night he had drunk more than a liter of water and this was starting to have its diuretic effects on him. Michael went to the employee bathroom and found it locked, he looked for the keys, but couldn't find them. He rummaged everywhere, but suddenly remembered them taped to the locker in his dressing room. "oh no...i forgot them again underneath....now what?" he thought "I can't go downstairs because the exit is under video surveillance and the rules are clear.... oh well I'll keep it until tomorrow morning and let's hope no one goes to say anything" In the last few days his boss had been very clear and had put a video camera at the exit after some colleagues had left the department for more than an hour and a check had arrived, furthermore each employee had to have all the keys always at hand for safety reasons. Not wanting a reminder, Michael avoided going downstairs and waited for morning to come along with his colleagues who would open the door for him. But the more minutes passed and the more her urge to piss became intense, his heart started pounding and his hand was pounding on the table. He started sweating and getting seriously worried, he was running away from him so much and his urge seemed to grow more every second. He began to wonder what he could do: he couldn't use the toilets of the guests who would have immediately told him and he couldn't call anyone because in addition to the call he would also have to suffer the shame of disturbing someone and admitting he was really on the edge. He kept holding but it was getting harder and harder and suddenly a gentleman rang who asked for a glass of water and then went to the bathroom to pee. The sound of the water, the flushing of the toilet, the faucet were really hellish sounds for poor Michael who did everything possible to keep calm, but once out of that room and knowing he was alone his hands immediately ended up in the middle of the her legs. Michael was bouncing around feeling his bladder completely full and about to burst. After an hour and a half from the discovery of the closed bathroom he realized that he had really drunk too much to be able to get dry in the morning and he felt all his pee on the tip of his dick that was beating hard to get out. " Oh no...I can't take it anymore....it's just like that time I pissed myself in the car........what can I do? and if my colleagues see me with wet pants tomorrow morning what will they say about me? ahhhh...........I can't take it anymore.." Michael was really desperate and knew it was a matter of minutes, if not seconds, before if he did it in his underpants and meanwhile despite all his efforts he felt his body give more and more. If someone had entered at that moment he would have seen him with a face all red, while he quickly swung his leg, clutching the tip of his dick as tightly as he could. He was losing all restraint and muttering something incomprehensible as he felt the pressure grow stronger making it harder and harder to hold back the river inside him. And suddenly he realized that it was about to happen and that he couldn't do anything to stop it because his need to urinate was stronger than all the resistance his body could put up to stop it. "Oh no...it's not gonna make it until tomorrow morning.....what can I do...........can't pee myself....unless.. ..it would be embarrassing....but ....oh no...it's going to happen.....not again.." he thought to himself as he hopped to his feet now looking for the position that least bothered him. And suddenly he realized there was only one thing he could do to avoid ruining his uniform. Without thinking he went to the cart and took the strongest diaper there was and put it under his blue boxers. It was as if his body knew right away that it could break free and even though Michael didn't want his stimulation it became ten times stronger beating his will. Michael began to piss very hard without being able to stop, he relaxed completely and felt his penis become warmer. A feeling of well-being ran through him from head to toe and he closed his eyes letting himself be pervaded by the sensation that his bladder was giving him. After a minute his diaper felt light now heavy and a warm sensation between his legs, but his uniform was completely dry. He slipped off his diaper and saw that it was borderline, threw it in the bin and gave it a quick wash with some soap. The only thing he hoped was that no one ever knew what happened.
Karl, a young guy of 24 years,was at the amusement park alone in a city he didn't know. To amuse himself he drank a beer and now he was looking for a toilet to release his urge to piss which was getting stronger and stronger. Even though he knew he could still hold on, he felt it was going to be a long piss. Suddenly a gentleman stopped him "Guy, count yourself lucky, today you can try virtual reality for free thanks to these glasses. Do you want to try???" Karl really had to piss now, but he knew he could handle it and he didn't want to miss the opportunity also because a free trial would rarely happen again. He put on his glasses and found himself standing on a carousel that occasionally moved, everyone could see it in his pale jeans. Arranged, the gentleman said: "Gentlemen, look now I will put a horror film and you will live an unrepeatable, creepy experience". at these words Karl wasn't happy at all .... I hated horror movies, but he couldn't leave the carousel now. To make matters worse Suddenly hundreds of spiders appeared in his glasses and Karl was arachnophobic. A strong fear seized him and a great anxiety made him feel the urge to pee more strongly and he was so frightened that he felt his physical and psychological resistance fail all at once. Suddenly a giant spider was seen coming towards him and his legs started shaking. Karl was so frightened that he couldn't even scream, he almost gasped for breath and could no longer move. The spider approached and with it the fear of him grew which became so strong as to block every part of his body including his ability to hold the pee. He felt the pee closer and closer to the exit, but he was so scared that he could no longer stop it. In all his life he had never been so scared and became incontinent. From his fear, Karl began to piss in his pants without ceasing and felt the heat descend between both his legs until his shoes were wet. The spider was virtual, but the piss was real and the audience present saw a big stain form on Karl's jeans and the pee came out of the guy's pants. The carousel thought he was really lucky to have chosen Karl and the audience looked at the scene in amazement. Karl took off his glasses and ran for the car knowing that he would never go back to that city.
Jean had done it big. He was on a cruise and that evening he had entered his boss's room to be his wife's lover. The problem was that he had stayed too long and as soon as he heard the bedroom door open he was able to run into the bedroom with a single bed placed in that same room. Jean was calm because his boss could hardly have entered that room and he was lying on the bed under the sheets waiting for the morning to come and Alain (his boss) had gone out with his wife. His wife had already left the room for a while, but Alain didn't seem to want to go out. Jean was relaxing in bed, but after 6 hours all the drinks he'd had the night before were making themselves felt in his body. Dressed in white briefs and gray pajamas Jean was really on edge and was hoping that Alain would leave the room as soon as possible. The lover couldn't make too much noise, but she could hear all the sounds from the next room which was actually the bathroom. She perfectly heard the sound of Alain's long piss in the toilet and also his long shower. Jean was in pain, in his entire life he'd never run so much to pee and he'd never held on this long. "ohhh ..... I feel like pissing .... how long does it take to get out I'm here ..." he thought. He squeezed his legs knowing he couldn't move too much, but his breathing was getting harder and harder. He felt his bladder about to burst and strong throbbing from him began to hit him making his face red and increasing the force he was holding on to his pee. " oh no..no....not again....reggi....reggi...re......ahhh...it's done....when if it goes away....Oh no.........again.....I did it again..but" he thought as the pangs became closer and closer and more powerful. Jean felt that Alain had packed his suitcase and was about to go out the door and a great happiness seized him knowing that he would immediately run to the bathroom and take one of the longest piss of his life, but immediately afterwards he felt something starting from his stomach and immediately a very strong pang caught him off guard. The door closed, but his eyes widened wide as he felt his bladder explode for the first time sending all its force to the tip of his dick. Jean gritted his teeth as hard as he could and tried to hold on with all his strength turning completely red, but all his energy didn't stop a drop of pee from passing through his white briefs. Jean heard her and closing her eyes he let himself go completely peeing himself for the first time in his life in the bed of that cruise. As he pissed without realizing a huge pleasure she took it and finished pissing he looked at the great damage he had done to that bed. With some shame he took off his clothes and left them on top of the sheets. He stole a bathrobe and went back to his room. The only thing he hoped was that none of the employees of that ship had said anything, but in any case Jean had just discovered a new way to get pleasure.
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Hi everyone. So uh... Turns out writing omo fictions is really fun, so I wrote another one (first one here). I think this one' turned out a little shorter and to the point than the first one; which I think was its biggest weakness. I'm still learning though, so criticism is appreciated. Lastly, I might write a part two based on the feedback. Enjoy.
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Hi. My name's Ocean, and I'd like to tell you guys about one of the most memorable events of my high school life involving me and one of my teachers. Here we go.
Most people I know seem to consider high school as one of the best periods of their lives. I can see where they're coming from; it's our last chance to have some fun before the stress of life inevitably comes crashing down on us, but my high school life was generally pretty uneventful. My grades were good, but as an introvert with basically no friends, I was constantly bored. One thing I always looked forward to, however, was the club activities. I used to be a real jack of all trades when it came to my hobbies, so a lot of different clubs would also appreciate my participation and efforts.
My favorite was definitely the theater club, which was mainly responsible for preparing and presenting historical plays, small-scale oratorios, musicals and things alike to be performed in front of the school during special holidays.
In addition to me and a small group of other faithful students, perhaps the most dedicated person in the club was our literature teacher, Miss Keller. She was the headteacher of the club, and was responsible for everything from directing the plays to choosing what roles each of us would play and a lot more. Not many students liked her, as her demeanor could come off as a little too strict, even harsh at times, but she was really good at her job and that alone made her invaluable in my eyes. I myself did not particularly like working with her, but she had my utmost respect for her determination regardless.
Anyway, the school had asked us to perform a historical play for the national independence day. A week before the day, me and the rest of the club were staying in after school to rehearse, Miss Keller included. I remember she acted particularly irritated that day, but I thought it was understandable given her personality and the fact that the day of the show was getting near.
I was rehearsing lines with a few other members in the theater room as I heard the sound of Miss Keller's high heels approach closer. She entered shortly after with a large cup of coffee in her hand.
“Places everyone, places, we don't have much time.“ she ordered us immediately as she took her seat. We took our places immediately. Miss Keller took a look at the stage and paused abruptly.
“Wait... where are all the stage decorations? Who here was in charge of them?“
I was, but she had never told me to have them ready for today, so I had assumed we would just rehearse without them.
“It's me, Miss,” I stepped forward. “Buy they're locked in the storage room in the basement of the gym building, and our P.E. teacher Mrs. Monroe has the only key, so...“
“So..?“ she interrupted me. “Go get the key from her and get everything in here right now.“
“Umm... Her last class ended a few minutes ago, so she's probably on her way home by now,“ I answered. Miss Keller sighed deeply and shook her head in disappointment before taking out her phone and calling the P.E. teacher.
“Ocean, come with me to the gym building. Mrs. Monroe is on her way back; we'll meet her there. Rest of you, keep practicing lines and DON'T go anywhere until I get back, understood?“ Miss Keller told everyone with a firm tone, before grabbing her cup of coffee and gesturing me to follow her to the gym.
As she walked in front of me, I got to take a good look at her outfit; I always admired her her sense of fashion. On that day, she had the most fabulous grey suit skirt-blazer combination with a white blouse, complimented by transparent stockings and black high-heels, with just enough makeup and accessories to accentuate her natural beauty. The clicking of her heels echoing in the empty corridors, combined with her gorgeous figure for her age, was almost hypnotizing to watch. I only hoped she would keep sipping her coffee on the way instead of turning around, so I could watch and appreciate her beauty all the way to there, and she did just that. She threw the empty cup in a trashcan as we went down the stairs to the basement of the gym building. Mrs. Monroe was waiting in front of the door with her arms crossed and tapping her feet with an impatient expression in her face.
"Thanks Beth," Miss Keller smiled at the woman as she took the key. "Sorry for bringing you all the way back here...
"Yeah, I was halfway home already..." Mrs. Monroe remarked in disappointment. "Just hurry up."
"You don't have to wait for us, we might take a while..." Miss Keller suggested before unlocking the door and giving the key back to her. "Here you go."
"Alright then, just make sure you don't accidentally close the door behind you; the door is broken and won't open from the inside without a key, and I really wouldn't want to come all the way back for a second time." She took the key back and made her way upstairs. "See you tomorrow, Diane."
"We'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Monroe," I answered since Miss Keller had already stepped into the storage room to look for the decorations. "Have a nice day."
"You too, Ocean."
And thus, we started gathering up the things needed for the stage. Miss Keller was like a kid at the candy store; running from one corner of the room to the other excitedly, grabbing all kinds of stage equipment and piling them up next to the door. That enthusiasm, dedication and focus on the task at hand was precisely why I liked working with her. That dedication would always show up in the results of her work too; the plays we performed would always be met with a big wave of applause.
I got woken up from my long stare of admiration with a strong wind on my back, followed by a loud bang coming from behind. Me and Mrs. Keller jumped and turned back to look, startled by the sound, to see that the door had now closed behind us. Both of us let out an almost simultaneous "Oh no."
"Ocean, I told you to put something in front of the door so it wouldn't shut, weren't you listening?"
"I did, Miss, but it must have been too light..." I was sure she didn't actually tell me to do anything, but I had still put a box in between the door and its frame. It was now nowhere to be seen though, so I assumed it must have been swept away by the momentum of the door and was now outside.
I ran up to the door and tried opening it with all my strength, but just like Mrs. Monroe warned us, it wouldn't budge an inch.
"We can't waste our time here..." Miss Keller shook her head an sighed. "Ocean, do you have your phone with you? Mine's in my purse upstairs; call one of your friends and tell them to find and bring back Mrs. Monroe before she's on her way back home."
I pulled out my phone from my pocket, but as I had suspected, I saw a "no signal" sign in the corner of my screen. We were technically two floors underground, after all. I shook my head.
"I can't get a signal..."
"You can't be serious right now..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as she hastily walked towards the door. "Hello? Anybody out there?" she yelled through the small keyhole as she lightly banged on the door. No answer.
"Well, somebody from the club should eventually notice us gone, right? They know we'd be down here too," I tried looking things on the bright side. "I guess we'll just have to wait..."
"I guess so..." Miss Keller answered with another deep sigh. I pulled out two chairs from under the pile of decorations and gym equipment and we sat down and started waiting; with me mostly on my phone trying to pass the time, and Miss Keller crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her fingers, looking around to find something to distract herself.
In the next fifteen minutes or so, I had noticed Miss Keller starting to get increasingly restless. It was a simple leg cross first. And then her finger tapping became more frequent. A small shift of her butt in her seat here, a little rubbing of her thighs there. I didn't mind any of it all that much; after all, there was nothing much to do in here while we waited, and most of anyone, let alone a woman as hot-blooded as Miss Keller, would naturally feel impatient.
After a few more minutes of the same shifting and shuffling around, Miss Keller stood up from her seat and started pacing up and down the room, with her arms still crossed in front of her. The sound of her heels were like the ticking of a clock in the silence of the empty storage room, almost hypnotizing.
I don't usually like small talk, but this time, I felt like breaking the silence, in an attempt to pass the time a little.
“Everyone sure is taking too long to notice we are still gone, aren't they..?“ I tried easing the tension in the air with a hearty smile.
“Yeah...“ Miss Keller answered without turning around.
“Well, you did technically tell them to not leave for anywhere until you have returned; but still, maybe someone should have checked by now.“
"Yes, they really should have..." she answered through her teeth as she stopped her pacing. She leaned back against the wall and stood with her legs and arms crossed. "Ocean, could you check if your phone has signal again..?"
"Still no luck, I'm afraid..."
At that point, the shift on her voice and expression from restless to downright anxious had caught my attention. Could she be cold? Maybe she was claustrophobic?
Or maybe she had to use the bathroom?
You know... that actually sounded rather plausible. Come to think of it, I had never seen Miss Keller without a coffee cup in her hand, and today was no exception. Hey, didn't she even have a large empty cup in her hand right before we were locked in here?
Anyway, we spent the next ten or fifteen minutes chatting about random stuff, but I could tell she was getting increasingly distracted because of what I presumed to be a rapidly filling bladder, and I was getting distracted from watching her silent struggle with great interest.
I could have just let her be until someone eventually found us, but part of me just couldn't help it. I wanted to both confirm my suspicion and to have a grown woman admit to her need in front of me. I know. I'm ashamed of it too.
"Umm, are you alright, Miss?" I asked her with my most innocent expression. "You seem a little restless..."
"Well duh," She turned to me in disappointment, but I could have sworn I saw an ever so subtle hint of embarrassment in her eyes. "We've been stuck here for almost half an hour; that's precious time we could have spent rehearsing."
"Right..."
Something told me that wasn't the real reason, and her body language confirmed it even more as she stopped pacing to take a seat and double-cross her legs even tighter than before. But this time, she was also lightly tapping her feet. Every time she shifted her position, I could see her looking at me discreetly to make sure I wouldn't notice.
But of course I did.
Time kept passing with still no help in sight; with Miss Keller's restlessness and nervous sighs becoming more frequent with each second. Despite her best efforts to hide her predicament, the signs had now become a lot more obvious; with her body leaning forward every now and then, and rocking back and forth in the chair when it wasn't. I secretly wondered if it would ever get so bad that she would have no choice but to openly admit to her need; but other than that, I had no intention of making it harder than it already was for her; so I decided to check my phone signal again—still no luck.
"I still can't get a signal..." I sighed in slightly faked disappointment. Miss Keller somewhat panicked as she saw me directly looking at her, and did her best to regain her composure and stop her fidgeting. She did so somewhat successfully, yet she was now sitting very tensely and her legs were trembling form being clenched so tightly. She gave a slight nod and averted her gaze, secretly hoping I would look anywhere else but her. As I pretended to turn my attention elsewhere, I saw her immediately continue to fidget around with increased intensity to regain the control lost from having to sit still for a bit.
I turned my back on her to give her some breathing room, walked over to the door and banged on it.
"Helloooo..." I yelled through the keyhole. "Is anybody there..?"
Miss Keller leaned forward towards the door and looked at me while she held still in expectation; hoping some passerby would notice and come down to check, a janitor or a wandering student perhaps. But there was no answer. I faintly heard her mumble "Fuck..." under her breath, before continuing to fidget and rock back and forth.
"Miss Keller, are you sure you're alright..?" I asked her once again. I was expecting her to go back to her tense-but-still pose once again; but this time, she did not—or could not— stop wiggling her butt and rubbing her thighs. It must have been getting real difficult if her urge was at the point where she couldn't stop squirming in front of one of her students as a teacher. It was starting to get rather exciting. "Do you need anything..?"
"No, Ocean; I'm alright, thanks..." She tried reassuring me. "Though I would really prefer if we could get out of here soon; we've got plenty of work to do..."
Yeah right, work is definitely the reason you want to get out.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Are you cold? There should be a few jackets over there from the basketball team; I could find one for you if you'd like," I suggested as I pretended I was only now noticing her squirming, and not from the beginning.
"I'm fine," She denied her increasingly obvious predicament at first.
"Are you sure?" I don't know what came over me, but I kept looking at her as if I was expecting an explanation. I prepared myself for a scolding.
"I said I'm fine, Ocean." She answered with a firm tone, but I could see her debate for a few seconds whether to come clean or not. "I suppose I could use a trip to the ladies' room, but it's alright."
"Oh, umm..." I tried my best to hide my excitement upon hearing those words as Miss Keller blushed visibly in embarrassment. "Somebody will notice we're gone sooner or later, right? I'm sure they won't be long," I added with a comforting smile.
"I certainly hope so..." Miss Keller answered with a nervous smile of her own. I wasn't sure if I should have struck up a conversation to pass the time, or leave her be so she could focus on her efforts of holding. I decided to go with the latter and kept myself busy on my phone instead. Minutes passed as silence filled the room; occasionally broken by Miss Keller's constant shuffling around, fidgeting and nervous sighs.
Twenty minutes later and still with no help in sight, I was starting to get bored myself. My phone didn't have much battery left; so I had to put it away and only check it every few minutes to see if I could get a signal. That left me with only one source of entertainment; watching my literature teacher fight a valiant battle against the inevitable call of nature. It looked like she was losing however; as her fidgeting had now turned into an almost constant crossing and uncrossing of her legs, only interrupted by the occasional wiggling of her butt or a shift in her position. Her hands were also tightly pressed onto her lap over her skirt, wishing they could just slide through her skirt and aid her in keeping the gates shut.
"Ocean..." Miss Keller's voice was starting to shake considerably. "Do you still have no service on your phone..?"
"I'm afraid not, Miss..." I answered, which got an audible groan out of her.
"And the door still isn't working..?"
Of course it wasn't working; there had been no changes in our situation since the door closed behind us; she couldn't be expecting the lock to magically fix itself after all. I felt like that question just showed how dire her situation must have been, as she started to realize holding it in until somebody finds us may not have been possible and was now looking for other solutions to relieve herself. I went to try the door again anyway, but the result was the same.
"Still locked..."
She gave a nervous nod, and instead of continuing to sit and squirm, she stood up and began pacing up and down the room once again, albeit much faster this time. A few steps, a pause, leg cross, a few hops from foot to foot, knees rubbing together... Nothing seemed to be working. She and I both knew there was one and only one solution for relief; to empty her bladder before her body chose to do it involuntarily. She must have realized she was running out of options as she started looking around the room.
"Looking for something, Miss?"
"No, not really; just looking for something to pass the time," she answered; but obviously, that was a lie. I knew full well she was looking for something to empty her bladder into, in case things got to that point.
I also instinctively looked around, but all I could see was classic storage equipment, a few chairs, a pile of stage decorations, some basketball equipment...
Wait, basketball! That's it!
"Miss Keller," I chimed in excitement.
"It's really not a good time, Ocean..." Miss Keller replied all the while continuing her pee dance.
"No, I just remembered; today's Tuesday, which means the basketball team will soon be here for training." Her eyes lit up. "And they most certainly would have a key; since all their training equipment's stored here." I gestured around the room.
"Oh thank god..." she sighed in relief. "What time do they begin?"
"Let me check..." I looked at my phone. "They should be starting at around 4:00 p.m., so about half an hour."
"Oh no..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as her shoulders dropped. "So just another thirty minutes and I can pe—I mean we can finally get out, right..?"
Nice save Miss Keller, nice save.
"I would say so, yeah."
"Okay..." She whispered to herself with a deep sigh before sitting back down. But instead of crossing her legs or rubbing her thighs together, she took one of her high heels off. She folded her leg underneath her butt, sat directly on top of her heel and kept wriggling and squirming in that position.
Her newfound holding method only seemed to be effective for a little less than fifteen minutes, however, as she suddenly stood up and went back to a much more frantic pee dance. She could not stand still for a second; she kept walking around the room with small but quick steps almost constantly, aside from a few times where she would stop, tightly press her thighs together while bouncing up and down before resuming.
"Ocean... How much time until they arrive?" Miss Keller asked, almost with a begging tone; as if I could do anything to make help come faster.
"Another fifteen minutes, Miss," I replied after checking my phone. "But somebody should come a few minutes earlier to grab the equipment if I'm not mistaken."
You're doing great, Miss Keller; don't give up.
"No, I can't—" Miss Keller lifted up her skirt and tightly squeezed her crotch over her underwear with one hand; while frantically rummaging through the stuff in the storage room to presumably find something to relieve herself in.
"Miss, don't tell me you're—"
I froze in shock as she pulled out a large empty water bottle and opened it up while continuing her frantic pee dance. I could see she had mere seconds left; as she was too desperate to even mind the embarrassment of being watched by one of her students. She gave me a quick look.
"Ocean, don't look—"
I turned my back on her to give her some much needed privacy, but I saw her pull down her pantyhose and underwear with one hand, while having the other firmly glued to her peehole in the corner of my eye. Not even a second later, I heard a loud hiss followed by the sound of her impressive stream hitting the bottle. I swear if I wasn't there to see it myself, I could have sworn somebody had left a garden hose on somewhere.
She must have peed for at least a good minute or so, before I heard the stream slowly die down into a trickle, and eventually stop as I heard Miss Keller give a deep sigh of relief. Honestly, I had no idea what to do or say—it's not every day that you see one of your teachers almost piss themselves only to barely make it to a bottle, after all— so I just stood there and waited for Miss Keller to catch her breath, pull her panties back up and put her skirt down, barely seeing anything out of the corner of my eye.
I'm certain I've never experienced a more awkward moment in my entire life.
"Ocean..." Miss Keller would be the one to break the silence. "If you tell anyone about about this—"
"Don't worry Miss," I assured her. "If anyone asks, we just rehearsed some lines to pass the time; nothing else happened."
"Thank you..."
"Though you might want to... *ahem*... hide the evidence." I pointed at the bottle filled with Miss Keller's crystal clear urine.
"Right..." Miss Keller averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed. She took the bottle almost filled to the brim, and put it in her purse.
A few minutes later, I've heard the faint echoes of someone walking down the stairs towards the storage room. I stood up in excitement and walked to the door.
"Hello..." I yelled as I gestured Miss Keller towards the door. She also stood up. "...is someone there..?"
I heard the footsteps get quicker, followed shortly after by the sound of keys jingling and a second later, the door opened. We were greeted by a disappointed Mrs. Monroe.
"You closed the door behind you, didn't you?" Mrs. Monroe asked with her arms crossed, with a textbook expression of 'I told you so' written all over her face.
"Yeah," I replied. "Sorry..."
"Don't apologize to me; I wasn't the one getting stuck down here," She looked at Miss Keller staring at the ground behind me. "You alright, Diane?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Miss Keller went back to her usual uncaring demeanor; as if she wasn't the one who almost completely embarrassed herself mere minutes ago. It was quite impressive. "I'd like to get out of here, though; I've got students waiting for me."
"Alright then. Sorry for the door still, I suppose. I'll see you around." Mrs. Monroe walked past us and started grabbing the training equipment.
Me and Miss Keller walked up the stairs and finally got outside, with the evening sunlight hitting our eyes. Miss Keller turned to me as we walked.
"Ocean, could you please tell the other students they can go home for today?" She seemed tired; rather understandably. "We'll continue the rehearsals tomorrow."
"Of course," I replied.
"And umm..."
"Don't worry, Miss," I gave her a warm smile. "I won't tell anybody."
"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." She returned my smile and headed for the parking lot.
I walked towards the school building, with my hands in my pockets and a stupid unexplainable smirk on my face.
Of course I wouldn't tell anyone. That precious memory would be mine, and mine alone, to enjoy for the rest of my life.
THE END
Edited February 17 by V.A.I.
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Hey everyone, sorry for the wait! After a long time, here's chapter two. This time, we join Ocean as he and one of his teachers experience a rather umm... interesting bus ride. Enjoy!
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Hi, my name's Ocean. You may know me from the story of that time where I got trapped in the storage room at school with my literature teacher, Miss Keller, where she had to use the ladies' room rather badly and ultimately had to resort to relieving herself in a bottle, just before getting rescued by the P.E. teacher, Mrs. Monroe. Let me fill in on what happened after.
Trust me, you'll want to hear it.
After that day, things had gone back to normal rather soon with Miss Keller, and with school in general. Although things were sometimes somewhat awkward between me and her, the theater club was still fun. We had performed the play we were preparing for rigorously for the past few months with great success, and we had decided to take a few weeks of break from rehearsing anything new. That gave me some much needed free time to focus on other club activities that I also happened to enjoy; such as the outdoors club.
Our outdoors club mostly handled, well, outdoor physical activities, ranging from small hikes in a park to all day long trekking events, and even some orienteering here and there. The headteacher of the club was none other than our PE teacher and me and Miss Keller's (un)timely savior: Mrs. Monroe.
Mrs. Monroe has a personality I've always found fascinating. Normally, she's one of the nicest teachers in the school, especially against new students. She doesn't even force anyone to participate in her PE classes; she understands that not everyone has to enjoy physical activities, and just teaches whoever's willing to learn instead. That generally makes her quite likeable among most students, but in contrast, she happens to be quite strict with the students who really do share the desire and passion she possesses for sports. She also has this quirk of fretting about small inconveniences too much; she sometimes tends to get too impatient about them, especially when someone or something makes her wait unnecessarily. But other than that, she's mostly a fun person to be around and especially play sports with. But anyway, I digress.
With the arrival of the spring season, things in the outdoors club were starting to get quite busy. Our next big plan was an all day long hiking event in a nearby hill about an hour and a half drive from school, just outside the city. Unlike the school's other (shorter) events such as quick walks in the park after school, this one was more thoroughly planned. From transportation by bus to the route we'll be taking, lunch and resting breaks, everything was carefully planned by none other than Mrs. Monroe, making me admire her for the fact that she wasn't only an excellent PE teacher, but a great leader, too. Unlike most usual outdoors club events where everyone could attend, a member or not, this one was a member-exclusive; which meant around twenty students, me included, plus Mrs. Monroe and one of the school's vice principals—also a big exercise enthusiast— that had decided to join us, Miss Riley.
On the Friday before the trip, Mrs. Monroe gathered up all the club members and thoroughly lectured us on the plan, and how she wanted no delays or deviations from it to the best of our abilities. The plan for tomorrow was simple: First, we would meet in front of the school gates at 8:00 a.m. sharp, where one of the school busses would drop us off at the hill and come back to pick us up at around 5:00 p.m. in the evening. Seven thirty's a bit early, but I mean, what could go wrong, right?
Well, me being the idiot gaming addict I am and staying up until late at night because the final boss of Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance was way too fucking annoying' could go wrong.
When I woke up the next morning, rather surprised by the amount of rest I was able to get, I checked the clock on my phone and was subsequently horrified to read 08:37 a.m. on the screen.
Words could not describe how screwed I thought I was. The first and highly anticipated event of the year from the outdoor activities club, and I was going to be late? I was sure Mrs. Monroe was going to kill me; she generally liked me, but in her eyes, this kind of lack of discipline would have been unacceptable. I was already preparing scenarios in my head of getting kicked out of the club for good, when a thought came to my mind. I was sure Mrs. Monroe had my phone number; why hadn't she called me to ask where I was?
Despite being pretty sure a firm scolding would be waiting for me at the other end of the line, I decided to bite the bullet and call her myself.
"Hello?" The moment she answered the phone, a wave of relief came over me. Her voice sounded noticeably groggy. "Oh shi—"
Mrs. Monroe stopped herself from finishing her sentence as she must have subsequently noticed who was calling her, then why I was calling her and the time of the day, back to back in that order. I was sure she must have also accidentally slept in. Oh thank god, I thought; they sure were smiling upon me that day.
"Good morning, Mrs. Monroe, I am so sorry..." I did my best to sound as concerned as possible, "I must have slept through my alarm, and—"
"Ocean," she interrupted me with a concerned voice of her own. I was nothing but an ordinary student, but how could she, a teacher, ever be late to an event she was the leader of? "Pack your things and meet me in front of the school in twenty minutes. The bus will come back and pick us up. Don't ask questions."
"Understood," I replied, having now pretty much confirmed the fact that we were both late and the scheduled bus had left without taking us, presumably with the orders from the vice principal Miss Riley.
I quickly packed my things and headed towards the school. After a fifteen minute walk, I saw Mrs. Monroe waiting in front of the school, pacing up and down nervously with her backpack in her back and a large cup of coffee in her hand.
"Please hurry up, Ocean!" she yelled, gesturing at the door of the empty school bus parked in front of the school gates.
"On my way, Miss," I quickened my steps and greeted her. "I'm sorry again..."
"You're lucky I also happened to have had a long night last night," she replied as she chugged her massive cup of coffee and threw the cup into the trash, before once again gesturing me towards the empty school bus that had come back to take me and her to the hillside. "But don't let it happen again."
"I won't, promise," I gave her a warm smile as we sat down in the bus, for some reason right next to each other, despite the bus being completely empty except for the driver. The bus got on the road shortly after, with Mrs. Monroe sitting on the window side, and me on the corridor side.
Shortly after the bus got off, I got bored of the silence and turned my head to look outside through the window, but my eyes instinctively stopped at Mrs. Monroe; specifically her body. Not sure how many people can relate to this, but it always seemed to me that PE teachers ironically were the least fit and/or athletic ones among all the teachers; at least in the schools I've been to. It felt like they would always somehow happened to be either too old or overweight, but Mrs. Monroe was an exception. At her mid-forties, she had a physique that would put almost all her peers to shame. She was average height, her proportions were almost hand-carved; a slim waist, long, athletic legs, a silky smooth, slightly darker skin that has noticeably been well taken care of (courtesy of several bottles of water I saw her down every day, I assume), all complimented by her pretty face that would make you swear she is not a day older than thirty five, and her gorgeous shoulder length dark brown hair made into a ponytail.
On that day, she had on a tight but comfy looking brown leggings that wrapped up around her thin but strong legs, a tight-fitting tank top with the loveliest shade of light purple, and a red zip hoodie with her sleeves up slightly. She wore no makeup (we were going hiking after all), but she really did not need to. Even when dressing up fully for functionality and efficiency, Mrs. Monroe looked absolutely gorgeous.
However, one thing that had caught my attention while getting mesmerized by Mrs. Monroe' s beauty was that her body seemed ever so slightly tense. Her legs were crossed, which did not say much by itself, but they seemed to be crossed a little too tightly to be comfortable. I didn't pay further attention to it however, and instead, put my headphones on and started watching the road through the front window.
About ten or fifteen minutes later, I took my eyes off the road in the hopes of maybe making a conversation with Mrs. Monroe, since it was getting rather boring in the bus with nobody else but me and her.
"Perfect weather for a hike, isn't it?"
Really? Was that the best I could come up with?
"Yeah," Mrs. Monroe replied without looking at me. I had noticed the increasing unease in both her voice and in her posture getting gradually more stiff.
"Hopefully Miss Riley won't be too angry at us..."
"I let her know, they'll wait for us in a nearby café," she turned towards me and did a slight shift in her seat. "We're only forty-five minutes away now, I'll be fin—I mean we'll be fine."
"Oh, good to know..." Did she say "I'll be fine" instead of "we" just now?
Mrs. Monroe gave a deep sigh and averted his gaze towards the window. At that point, it was starting to become clear something was wrong with her; she was certainly acting different. She went back to looking through the window, and I buried my head back on my phone.
Another fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Monroe's phone suddenly rang, getting both of our attention. It was the vice principal.
"Hello... Yes, Miss Riley, we're on the way... I would say around half an hour..." Mrs. Monroe sighed once again after looking out the window. "Yes, we'll be there as soon as possible... Alright, bye..." She hung up.
"What did she say?" I asked softly.
"Nothing, it's just..." Mrs. Monroe averted her gaze. "We need to get there soon..."
Mrs. Monroe's stiffness had started turning into a barely noticeable fidgeting as she replied. It was rather understandable though, since she was going to be at least an hour late to her own organization, one which her vice principal was also attending, therefore I didn't give it much thought. What I had not yet noticed, however, was that there was another reason for her apparent nervousness.
Meanwhile, the bus suddenly started slowing down. We both looked at the road in front of us through the front window to see the first signs of a traffic jam forming. We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"Ah..." I raised my eyebrows. "Looks like Miss Riley will have to wait a little longer..."
I was expecting one of Mrs. Monroe's disappointed and impatient sighs with maybe a roll of eyes on the side, but instead, she bit her lower lip and looked away nervously.
"Oh no..." She mumbled under her breath.
This time, I could have sworn I had caught her pressing her thighs tightly together and lift up her butt ever so slightly from the seat, disguising it as leaning forward to look out the front window.
Wait... does she perhaps..?
Only after this moment did it dawn on me that Mrs. Monroe's apparent nervousness and discomfort might not have been from being late, but from a steadily increasing urge to use the bathroom.
No, there's no way, right?
Well I mean, I did just see her finish up a large cup of coffee just before getting on the bus; and being an active person, I wouldn't be surprised if she had a high daily water intake, too. Combined with the fact that we were unexpectedly late this morning, it was highly probable that she would have had to skip a regularly scheduled bathroom break or two. And now with the traffic jam steadily forming in front of us, there was really no way to tell how long the remaining 30 minute ride would be stretched to. Though I wondered what the odds of an event like this happening twice in a lifetime to a person was, I would also be lying if I said it didn't get me at least slightly excited.
"Mrs. Monroe..." I turned to the distressed woman. "...should we let the others know?"
Mrs. Monroe stood up from her seat. Legs still pressed together and slightly leaning forward, she asked the bus driver.
"Excuse me... How long do you think it'll be until we're there?"
"Hard to tell, ma'am," the driver answered still looking at the road ahead. "There isn't normally this much traffic here at these hours; there must have been an accident or something up ahead."
Mrs. Monroe looked away and sighed before she called the vice principal and explained the situation to her.
"I'm sorry again for being late, Mrs. Monroe..." I felt the need to apologize once again, even though the vice principal did not sound too disappointed over the phone.
"It's not your fault, Ocean; I was late too; I couldn't even—" She stopped herself. Couldn't even use the bathroom before she left? Probably. "Anyway, let's hope this traffic clears up soon..."
Mrs. Monroe crossed her legs stiffly and buried her butt into the seat, while distractedly continuing to look out the car window. I put on my headphones, buried my head in my phone and got lost in some relaxing music, hoping to pass the time a little faster.
After what felt like a shorter amount of time, I opened my eyes to see 30 minutes had passed, but when I checked on the navigation app on my phone, we had barely moved five or six kilometers out of about twenty. I took off one of my headphones and glanced at Mrs. Monroe, who had been awfully quiet during all that time. But by now, her apparent struggle was much more visible; on top of getting her long legs on a tight double cross, she was now slightly rocking back and forth. Her breathing had become shakier and she would exhale deeply every now and then, as if she was in the middle of a light jog. A single bead of sweat had formed on her forehead despite the bus being quite chilly; and was making its way down.
Oh god, her situation must have gotten a lot worse. The effort she was making to clench the muscles that kept her bladder shut and to not squirm more openly was very apparent just by looking at her. She must for sure have been regretting chugging down all that coffee before getting on the bus.
By that point, I started to have a similar debate in my head as the last time with Miss Keller; should I ask her if she was doing okay? Or should I just leave her be? On the one hand, letting me know about her predicament could possibly mean she wouldn't have to struggle so hard to hide it any longer, which could give her some relief, but at the same time, I did not want to cause her further embarrassment by essentially suggesting her to admit. I could not resist at least asking her regardless.
"Hey, Mrs. Monroe, umm..." I asked reluctantly. "You look a bit uncomfortable, is everything alright..?"
Mrs. Monroe seemed to be focused so deeply that it took her a few moments to realize I was talking to her.
"Oh, umm... Yeah Ocean, I'm alright..." She wasn't. "I just don't like traffic jams at all..." she replied, followed by another deep exhale as she shifted in her seat and tried her best to stop her rocking. She was sort of successful, though within a glance, you could still see her legs shaking from all that effort. An obvious expression of distress was also written all over her beautiful face.
"Ah..." I was still pretending not to notice anything. "Well, I guess we'll get to have a nice long hike at the end of the ride to relax and unwind a little..."
"Yeah, I guess so..."
My half hearted effort to try and comfort her did not seem to have the desired effect however; I could have sworn I even heard a slight moan escape her lips as she nodded and turned back towards the window, continuing to shuffle around all the while. I tried going back on my phone to pass the time once again, but my mind could hardly pay attention to anything but my growingly desperate gym teacher sitting right next to me. I kept glancing at her on my side view every thirty seconds or so.
Another fifteen minutes had passed, and I could easily tell the situation was getting a lot more urgent by now. Mrs. Monroe's attempts at hiding how full her bladder was were now even more futile; as her slight movements had grown bigger, and had to now turn into full blown squirming in her seat. She was occasionally glancing at me to see if I had noticed anything; I was still pretending not to notice, but her movements were too much not to. A full grown adult was acting almost like a little girl having to go potty on a long car ride; and only her pride as a teacher stood in between openly telling a student and a random bus driver how badly she needed to actually go.
Mrs. Monroe once again leaned over towards the driver and asked.
"Umm..." Her voice was still visibly shaking. "How much longer do we have left..?"
"I don't know ma'am, we're close but you see the traffic..."
Mrs. Monroe silently moaned in disappointment once again. I opened the navigation app once again on my phone.
"Umm..." I tried getting her attention. "The app says we have a little less than thirty minutes left..."
"Is there any way we could go a little faster..?" Mrs. Monroe asked the driver hopelessly.
"Well, I could try, but—"
"Is there a umm... a gas station somewhere on the way?" She asked while looking ahead out the front window. "I... I need to pick up a few stuff before we get there..."
"I'll look out for one, ma'am," the bus driver replied.
Oh boy. Was she really at that point where she though she couldn't hold it until the end of the ride? Even if there was a gas station between here and our destination, with the inching traffic, she would surely have to wait at least a little longer; and her body language was starting to suggest me there was a risk of her not being successful at it.
"What else do we need from the gas station, Miss?" I couldn't stop myself from asking her this time, though I knew full well we didn't need anything.
Mrs. Monroe debated for a few seconds, before telling me to go with her to the very back of the bus. I obliged with a slight confusion as I made way for her to pass and watched as she walked with slow and careful steps, hunched forward to the point of almost doubling down, thighs pressed together even tighter, stopping every few seconds to make sure she would not suddenly lose control—which has been made a lot more difficult considering the fullness of her bladder combined with the sudden movements of the bus. She successfully made her way there, though, and quickly took a seat in the back, with both her hands tightly pressed on her inner thighs, with her hips swaying from side to side on the seat. I went and sat next to her, trying not to stare at her too openly on the way there.
I opened my mouth to say something, but she went before me.
"Ocean, I actually... really need to... use the... the bathroom..." Her voice diminished towards the end, as her cheeks blushed from a combination of the effort she was putting and the sheer embarrassment of having to admit to her need to her student.
Okay Ocean, you know the drill from last time; act like you didn't notice, and do your best to comfort her. Do NOT cross any lines.
"Oh... Umm... Is it... is it bad..?" My voice also embarrassedly dwindled towards the end. "Are you going to be fine for thirty more minutes..?"
Mrs. Monroe averted her gaze and answered with the same quiet voice.
"I-I don't think I can wait that long —aah..."
Mrs. Monroe suddenly looked down her crotch as both her hands instinctively darted in between her legs, and tightly grabbed her lady parts to aid her exhausted sphincter muscles, all the while continuing to squirm in her seat. She must have been wanting to do that for a long, long time.
A mix of different emotions and thoughts went through my mind in the span of a few seconds. I tried to suppress the excited part of my brain to make room for possible solutions to relieve her of her situation, but in the deadlocked traffic, not only pulling over was simply not an option, but even if we did, she would end up in the middle of all the cars with no bathroom in sight.
"Just wait for a little longer Miss, there should be a gas station a few kilometers ahead according to the app," I replied.
"I guess I have no other choice..." Mrs. Monroe hesitated for a few seconds, before reluctantly agreeing and continuing her efforts in holding.
Another twenty minutes had passed, and I looked through the window to see the traffic finally starting to loosen up. But by now, Mrs. Monroe's desperation had raised to unimaginable levels. Her already enormous efforts had now doubled, and she genuinely looked on the verge of having an accident. Keeping still was no longer an option, neither was removing her hands from her crotch. She was sitting in the middle seat on the back of the bus, and would alternate between sitting down vigorously crossing and uncrossing her legs while rocking back and forth, and standing up and squirming around as much as the corridor of the empty bus allowed her to. She wasn't able to find one comfortable position to keep holding in; that simply didn't exist anymore. As much as I tried looking away from her to give her some much needed privacy, I couldn't help but glancing every now and then to see how she was doing; and from what I could tell, she didn't have more than a few minutes at most. Her determination was honestly admirable, but a few seconds later, she finally gave in.
"Ocean..." Her voice was utterly desperate. "We need to stop somewhere..."
"Just hang on a few more minutes, we're almost—"
"Please, I need to... I can't..."
Oh crap. She was seriously on the verge of crying. Until now, I was always thinking she could just hold on for a little longer, but it was clear she no longer had that luxury.
"Just thirty more seconds, Mrs. Monroe, I'll tell him to stop right away."
"Ocean, hurry, PLEASE..." she begged as she vigorously tapped her feet and wiggled her butt on the seat in her last ditch efforts. I stood up hurriedly and made my way towards to front of the bus.
"Hey umm... The traffic seems to be clearing up, could we maybe stop for a moment? I kinda have to pee..." I asked the driver.
Well, I needed an excuse to stop in the middle of the road and I wasn't going to embarrass my teacher by saying she was on the verge of wetting herself in the back of the bus and couldn't wait one second longer.
"Man, can't you wait a bit longer? There is a gas station just five minutes ahead."
"It's kind of an emergency..." I remarked as I did my best imitation of a pee dance in front of him.
You owe me for this, Mrs. Monroe, I jokingly thought to myself.
"Fine, you see that gas station sign down the road five hundred meters away? I'll stop there, but be quick," he replied with a sigh.
"Thank you..."
I quickly made my way back to the back of the bus to give Mrs. Monroe the good news that she would be able to pee in just a minute, but as I turned around and took a few steps, I got greeted by an unbelievable sight.
The desperate woman was standing in front of the back door almost doubled over, with legs pressing together so tightly I could see them shaking. She did not even seem capable of listening to what I came to say, and coincidentally, before I could say anything to her, her dam completely burst. Mrs. Monroe's poor tired muscles completely gave in to the immense pressure of the pee trying to bust out of her bladder, and simply could not stay shut one second longer, no matter how strongly they were ordered by their owner to not give in. With a powerful hissing sound loud enough to be heard through the sounds of the traffic, Mrs. Monroe's crystal clear urine started pouring down from in between her fingers, through her underwear and leggings, down her legs and onto the floor like a waterfall, as I could do nothing but stand there and watch.
After what felt like an eternity, the stream of pee finally stopped. Mrs. Monroe had her hands on her knees in a half-crouched position, breathing heavily from the sheer exhaustion of holding that much pee in, and the enormous relief of finally letting it all out.
She was presumably too ashamed to look directly at me, and thank god for that, because I also just could not look away. Somehow, even though it was a natural result of holding it for too long, I had never thought it would actually end this way. Too caught up in the moment, I just kept staring at her in her state of relief and embarrassment.
She was also too caught up in relief to move anywhere, but I suddenly woke up from my pseudo-trance to the puddle of Mrs. Monroe's pee making her way down the bus and connecting with my shoes. I quickly ran to my backpack in front of the bus and came back with a towel, threw it on the floor and soaked as much pee as I could in it. As I finished, I saw Mrs. Monroe sitting in the back of the bus in the corner with her head down. I went and sat down next to her.
"Ocean, I'm so sorry... I just couldn't—"
"No need to apologize Miss, it's a natural bodily function after all..." I replied with a reassuring voice. "You would know about the human body better than me, you are a PE teacher after all, right..?" I added with the warmest of smiles. Okay, I seriously did need a comprehensive lesson on how to comfort people, I thought to myself.
"I suppose it is..." Mrs. Monroe added, smiling back, but still averting her gaze.
"Do you have umm... any spare clothes..?" I asked trying not to drive my attention to her completely soaked leggings. "I told the driver to stop at the next gas station, you could umm... you could change there."
Oh god...How many students in their lives could say they had a conversation like that with a teacher? That thought caused me to slightly blush as well.
"I'll do that, yeah..."
"Oh, and umm... for whatever it's worth, I told the driver it was me who needed to pee, so no worries there..." I added with a very nervous laugh, in another one of my cringey attempts of lightening the mood. To my surprise, Mrs. Monroe also laughed.
"Ocean—"
"Don't worry Miss; if anyone asks, it was just a boring bus ride, nothing worth noting happened at all..."
"Thanks Ocean, I really appreciate it."
The bus came to a stop at the gas station. I quickly gave Mrs. Monroe a zip-up hoodie I had in my backpack to tie around her waist to hide the umm... damages, and she made her way to the bathroom. She came back changed into a pair of dark green leggings after a minute or two.
The rest of the bus ride was silent. We stopped at our destination, and met up with the rest of the club and the Vice Principal. Mrs. Monroe and I told everyone all about the heavy traffic (obviously skipping the part where... ahem... you know...), and after a few rounds of apologies, we got up and started the ever anticipated hike, with Mrs. Monroe in the front, and me silently at the very back, with the same stupid smirk in my face as the end of that one time with Miss Keller, still both shocked that anything remotely similar could happen a second time, and wondering about what else could possibly be awaiting me in the future...
THE END |
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Stars in the chilly night air twinkled overhead as the door to an upscale, authentic cultural restaurant rang open then closed once more. Claire and David had just entered the establishment. This was their third date.
While the place was upscale, it wasn’t “break the bank” bad (despite definitely needing a reservation for the night), and besides, David was falling really hard for Claire. Their first date had been almost a month ago, and they had been texting like crazy when apart from each other.
Claire worked as a well-renowned nurse at a hospital, and didn’t have much time to go out with her new boyfriend as much as she wanted to, so now when they go on dates, David makes sure to make it supremely special for her.
They checked in and followed the waitress to their table, and settled in on high-top chairs, with an even taller table. Immediately, they ordered drinks; wine for the both of them. David had to drive that night, so one would do for him. Meanwhile, throughout their dinner, Claire ordered two more. She had had a long day at work, and wanted to relax a bit. It did not make her more than a bit tipsy, however, and she stopped at three, then ordered water.
When they finished their meal and paid the check, they began to make their way out. David had needed to use the bathroom and finally decided to excuse himself to use it while on their way out. To his astonishment, Claire did not enter the women’s room, despite drinking so much alcohol during dinner.
When he got out and noticed Claire still standing there, he decided to quietly ask, “Aren’t you going to use the bathroom?”
She waved her hand at him and declared just as quietly, “Me? I don’t bother with public bathrooms; I don't really need them. My bladder is pretty strong as is.”
David’s eyes almost grew wide in astonishment. He had… a thing for women with gigantic, strong bladders, that are able to hold their weight in gold. Hearing his girlfriend (whose relationship with him was albeit still developing) say this practically made him turn bright red in response. He should have guessed it, due to her being a nurse who works and stands for at least eight-to-twelve hours a day; it just never popped into his head. However, he was extremely embarrassed about what he liked, and refused to tell her, ever. He wanted to avoid a world of embarrassment and make her feel awkward, and besides, what if she decided to leave him due to his thing for large bladdered women? It was highly unlikely, as it was relatively harmless, but still… It burned the back of his mind like a scorching-hot poker.
They made their way to the car, and David began to drive, navigating his way to Claire’s abode to drop her off for the night. He had a lovely night, but it was time to depart for the time being. She had a full day of nurse work tomorrow at the hospital, and it was imperative she got some early shut-eye.
He dropped her off, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips before she opened the door and got out.
David sighed, reminiscing on how she refused to use the toilet earlier, knowing he was going to be thinking about that for at least a few days.
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The car was successfully parallel parked in the busy street. The coffee shop stood just before David. It was time for his fourth date with his “girlfriend,” Claire.
He did not bring her this time; he was supposed to be meeting her at three-thirty, sharp. He swung his phone out from his pocket to check the time: three-twenty-five.
David entered the cafe and navigated through the sea of empty tables, scarcely some with a person on their laptop or someone with a coffee on their phone. It was semi-empty, as they picked a day in the middle of the week in the afternoon. Claire’s work schedule had been insanely busy that week, and they finally managed to find one day to mingle in the midst of chaotic nursing.
He plopped into a wooden chair and checked the time again: three-twenty-eight.
A minute later, the door rang open, and there she was, all bright and beautiful.
She was gorgeous today; wearing a little navy-blue turtleneck, and a pair of black leggings that hugged her body perfectly. David couldn’t help but stare, almost gawk lovingly.
He walked up to her, and greeted her sweetly, a smile plastered on his face. She smiled back and greeted him just as kindly. They embraced quickly, then let go of each other just as fast.
David ordered his usual small hot coffee with regular sugar, no cream, while Claire ordered a large espresso with extra sugar and cream.
They navigated back to a table once they acquired their beverages, and began to chat, sipping their coffees carefully at first, then taking larger sips as they cooled.
Surprisingly, Claire finished her larger beverage considerably quicker than David did, and he ordered a small; he liked to drink it slowly, while Claire preferred to chug it down.
Enough time of chatting had passed before David noticed an urgent need alarming within his abdomen; he had to urinate very badly, as coffee tends to go right through him depending on the day. Today was one of those days.
He excused himself and made his way to the restroom to relieve himself. As he did so, he imagined how Claire must be feeling internally, what with her large coffee and all. Did she have to go to the bathroom too? How badly? His mind started wandering, and he got so caught up in it he realized he had finished moments ago. He finished up, washed his hands, and exited, proceeding to sit down with his new girlfriend again.
They continued to sit and talk among each other for about another hour or so, before growing out of topics to talk about for the day. By the time they had started dwindling off, Claire’s large hot coffee was long gone.
The two of them decided to wrap and head their separate ways, but before they got up, David nonchalantly asked, “Hey, do you need to use the restroom before you go?” Just a quick comment, nothing more, nothing less.
Just like the last time they went out, Claire disregarded it entirely. “I don’t like public bathrooms. They’re just so… uncouth…” she replied.
David hid his internal feelings quite well, but it took him by such a shock that she just outright refused using any sort of public bathroom, even after the large coffee she finished in what felt like two minutes.Not only that, she lived roughly fifteen minutes from the coffee shop they had today’s date at, with plenty of stop lights and signs on the way there.
After giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye, he climbed into his car, and sat there, pondering his new girlfriend’s bladder. Sure, it was a silly and weird thing to think over, but considering how much he regularly consumed stuff like that, women with what seemed like gigantic bladders, he just could not help but wonder about Claire and her bodily needs.
Sure, he knew she worked a strenuous job with practically no breaks, so she must have had to literally train herself to hold it for hours upon hours. He wondered how small her bladder must have been before she started working as a nurse, or if she was already strong-willed in that compartment even before it.
He loved the idea of her not going. He did not want to admit it to himself, but it did excite him quite a bit. He just wanted her to drink consistently, and work a full twelve hour shift with zero breaks, and see her come home, frantic with a protruding abdomen. What she did with it was lost in his head, however; he just wanted to appreciate the bulge. What happened with it, he was not too excited for. It was odd, even quirky of him, he believed, but hey, at least it could be a worse “fetish,” like something actually immoral. He reassured himself it was harmless. And it was, mostly.
He started the car and drove back to his apartment. While he remained diligent and focused on the road, his mind occasionally slipped back to Claire’s bladder, and continued some time after he got home.
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David sighed nervously. He was in his room preparing for his fifth date with Claire, his biggest yet: they were going to the movies together. He considered that enough of a third base for him, personally. A real “third base” meant nothing for him right now.
He loved Claire for who she was, and wanted to see her again incredibly much so.
Also, her bladder. Her abnormally large, able-to-hold-whatever bladder.
He had to pick her up for the movie theater relatively soon. He was not running late by any means, but he still wanted to be there early, even if he had to sit in the parking lot of her apartment complex for a bit. David pulled his pants on, buttoned and zipped them, then applied his belt through the loops.
After spraying on some cologne and grabbing his wallet and keys, he exited his apartment household and got in his car, and did his mini peptalk he engages in whenever he sees Claire.
“This will go swimmingly. You know this. The past few dates have been incredible! You know this will go well, so do not even try to tell me it will not. You got this. This will be the best date yet.”
David suffers from some anxiety, especially regarding his dates with new women. He had seen some girls before this, but none of them stuck to him like Claire did. He met her through some random dating app and seemingly clicked the first time they went out together, a simple park date. They walked along the trail and talked for what felt like hours, stopping sometimes to greet people and pet any dog they saw.
It was perfect. He would have almost fallen in love right then and there. He wanted to stay with her for quite some time, if not forever, especially if they grew even closer on this date. He knew he could not be thinking that far ahead, but still, it just felt right. Fate and whatnot.
After David gave himself his peptalk, he started the car and began the trip to pick up his girlfriend.
After what felt like a few moments, he had arrived at the car lot the apartment complex borders. He turned his vehicle off and got his phone out to text her that he had arrived, and would be waiting patiently in his car. She knew his car model by heart at this point, and recognized it quite easily.
His phone buzzed back with a reply, stating she would be out promptly.
She had a shorter than usual day at work, not as strenuous, and was off for the next day, so he figured tonight would be a great way to relax for her, and to have a nice date.
They were going to see some romantic comedy that had just come out, something lighthearted and fun, and she mentioned before how much she loved them. While they were not David’s thing typically, he was willing to endure it for her. Heck, maybe he would even like the movie in the long run, who knows.
David sat there for a few moments longer, playing with his phone, until the sound of the passenger door opening jolted him back to reality.
There was Claire, as gorgeous as ever.
She was wearing a casual outfit this time; a regular pair of blue jeans, a simple fuchsia ribbed sweater, and a modest amount of glittering jewelry, including a nice necklace.
David stared in awe for just a second, before quickly shaking his head a bit.
“How are you tonight?” he asked her.
She replied, “Good! Today wasn’t too bad; patients were very compliant and I did not have to do too much dirty work. I had just gotten home, also.”
Her amount of “dirty work,” whether it was cleaning up soiled patients or dealing with outright stuff like skin issues and such, varied from day to day. Some days there was way more than this, if not most days.
“Ah, that’s great, babe!” David beamed, then realized what he did.
They had not called each other any sort of sweet pet name yet, Hell, they hadn’t even said “I love you,” to each other yet! How could he blurt out such a thing?!
However, instead of being taken aback, Claire beamed with him. Finally, to be his “babe,” meant everything to her practically. She refused to show it or say it, but she had been waiting for that moment for quite some time.
Despite how awkward the situation felt to David, Claire reveled in it, and got into the car. He proceeded to greet her properly with a simple, quick peck to the cheek.
He started the car and they made their way to the massive movie theater, holding around ten or so screens. Many people were expecting this movie, even though David did not realize it. It was the upcoming hit film of the year despite being a romcom. He knew he would enjoy it, despite it being outside of his preferred genres.
They parked and got out, then walked through the cold night air to the front entrance and were greeted by a heater blasting in their faces. It was nearing the end of the fall, but their geographical position made it so they did not get snow, just the bitter cold of winter.
They went to the ticket counter and purchased the tickets for the romantic comedy, then proceeded to the snack bar. There, they acquired an extra large popcorn (David figured he could splurge a bit for this big date), and each of them got a soda: David a medium Coke, while Claire got an extra large lemon-lime soda.
As they walked to their designated theater, they passed by a pair of doors for the restrooms, with an accommodating family/neutral bathroom to the side.
“Hey, Claire, you think you need to use the bathroom before the movie?” David reluctantly asked his girlfriend.
“To be honest with you, I do. Since I was running late getting home, I haven’t used the restroom since this morning. I did tell you I do refuse to use public bathrooms; they’re just so… unhygienic!” she said with a slight squeal to her tone.
David’s face shone bright red as they navigated through the halls, eventually finding their door to the movie.
They sat down, right near the back, and settled in with the popcorn and sodas. It was a pretty fancy theater, allowing you to have leg space in front of your seat. Claire gently reclined in hers.
The previews began, and they sat attentively watching them. There seemed to be some good movies up and coming, but all David’s mind could traverse to was Claire’s seemingly full bladder, as she stated before.
The movie was close to two hours long, so she should be able to hold up, right?
However, after the previews ended and Claire began sipping on her soda plentifully, David noticed something out of the corner of his eye: her squirming a bit.
It started with her reluctantly becoming non reclining. She started with her left leg crossed over her right. Then it escalated to her slightly scissoring and fanning her legs. David took a look out of the corner of his eye, as he did not want to surprise her too much by suddenly turning his head.
He carefully noticed her face in the light of the quarter-way-through movie, noticing her face glowing red a bit.
Finally, he sighed, and turned to face her.
“Hey, Claire, babe, how are you holding up?” David whispered in her ear.
She turned even brighter at this comment. “I-I don’t need to! I’ll be fine. It’ll be dirty anyways!” she loudly whispered.
He was shocked at her response. He didn’t even ask about the bathroom! “Aren’t you a nurse? Can’t you go longer than this typically?” David asked quietly. He was genuinely curious at this predicament, as typically she could go twelve-or-so hours without a pee.
Claire shook her extra large soda cup, to reveal ice rattling around inside, sounding as though it were half full or nearing empty.
“I drank more than I should have.”
“Ah. Well…” David had no words. How was he supposed to focus on the movie now, now that his girlfriend’s massive bladder seemed massively full?
While the Hollywood-perfect woman on the screen was swooning over a man who did not know of her mere existence yet, David was swooning over his girlfriend’s abdominal pouch. It seemed weird to him, but hey, whatever worked. The movie started off quite boring anyways, and was beginning to regret it at one point. He wanted to hustle through it for Claire, though.
As the movie progressed onwards, he saw Claire’s state decline rapidly. She was not acting childish, though; just subtle quirks and movements to keep her bladder in check.
Even though she was a smart nurse, Claire seemed to be dumbly drinking her soda, exasperating her condition. Why she was doing it, David had no clue. Must have been tasty.
The movie continued onwards until, before he knew it, it was the final climax, and the woman in the movie was kissing the guy she had loved so dearly throughout the film, or getting married; David’s mind has been preoccupied with Claire’s bladder for close to two hours.
As people started rising from their seats, and the lights began to brighten, David got up and saw his girlfriend in detail: sweat dripping from her, her face flushed.
“Now will you go to the bathroom?” David asked her.
She simply smiled and shook her head “No.”
“What is her bladder made of?!” David thought.
They got up, walked slowly to his car, and even as they passed the restrooms, Claire did not give up. She proceeded to the car, hobbling practically. |
Like a Flower
Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: There is an underage child character in the story, but they are not and will never be involved in any sexual/fetish situation throughout the course of the story, which includes even implied sexual/fetish scenarios. Any characters that will be involved in sexual/fetish situations will always be 18+.
CONTENT WARNING: This story deals with sensitive real-life topics, including but not limited to losing a loved one in death.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will be a multi-chapter story, so stay tuned because things will definitely get exciting, and ahem... wet! Hope you enjoy! Any feedback will be much appreciated, because as an author, feedback means so sooo much to me!
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It was that spring when eighteen-year-old Erik got the call. The call about his little cousin Jayden losing his single mom to Covid. Jayden was only nine-years-old, and his mom had been terribly sick for the past couple of weeks. Erik remained hopeful that she would get better. But she didn’t. It was a shock because she was so young, only in her early thirties, and didn’t have any underlying health conditions that made her more vulnerable. Jayden himself was fine, and had never exhibited any symptoms and he’s also been tested negative multiple times over the past weeks through mandatory testing through the local school district.
For the past year Erik had been living in Montreal, a city of nearly two million people in the Canadian province of Quebec. He was attending a university there, studying for his dream of working in the aerospace industry, specifically the space sector of it. As a kid he’d always look up to the stars and wonder if anything else was out there.
If anyone else was out there.
His head was always ‘in the clouds’ as his parents would put it.
He knew though that there was more beyond Earth.
There had to be.
And he would be there, putting his all into helping humanity achieve that discovery.
But, the call he just got about his little cousin’s mom grounded him to Earth in a way that made his stomach feel sick.
And now, there he was, standing barefoot in the kitchen of the two bedroom apartment with just a t-shirt and basketball shorts over his skinny frame, still gripping his phone to his ear even though the call had ended.
Jayden had already been staying with him for the past couple weeks ever since his mom was admitted to the hospital. It was supposed to only be temporary arrangements, which is why Erik saw no problem with taking care of Jayden despite living in a two bedroom apartment that he was splitting the rent of with a roommate who of course had the second bedroom.
But permanent?
Legal guardian?
Basically, coming down to him becoming an adoptive dad at eighteen-years-old.
He dropped his arms to his side, staring away lost in thought.
He loved Jayden to death, and had instantly bonded with the little boy since moving from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Montreal. He was also after all the only family he knew in the area. Well him and his mom. Or... at least was his mom.
Now...
It was just Jayden.
There was no living or known immediate family to Jayden, and so Erik was the next closest relative.
Erik of course had the choice of turning down the offer to become the kid’s adoptive dad, but if he did, then the social worker he was speaking to on the phone made it very clear to him that Jayden would be put into foster care.
So either he adopts Jayden, or he lets Jayden fall into the foster care system.
His head was telling him one thing, and his heart was telling him another.
And it was his heart that came through in the end.
He was now Jayden’s adoptive dad.
He flinched at feeling a small hand grabbing a hold of his, but his face softened at looking down and seeing Jayden. He felt his heart melt.
The way Jayden was just standing there in nothing but his Paw Patrol pajama bottoms, peering up at him with such a gentle curiosity in his eyes, hair messy from clearly just having gotten out of bed. “You ok?” Jayden asked with a little giggle.
That was the question Erik should’ve been asking him though.
“Um...” he cleared his throat, and smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m ok.” He brushed the boy’s messy hair back from his forehead, and the boy smiled shyly at him, cheeks flushing a little.
This kid melted his heart every day, and he’d give the world for him. He was like a little brother he never had.
It was a late spring Saturday morning so neither of them had school to be at. Originally Erik had been planning to take Jayden to the Science Centre down at the Old Port district, and he knew how much Jayden would be looking forward to it. Sure, he could take him and break the news to him after they got back home, but that felt wrong. He needed to tell him right now.
But, as he sat across the kitchen table from the little boy, whose face was lit up as he enthused about going to the Science Centre while trying to chew his cereal at the same time, Erik felt pain to his heart. The facade... it could go on, if he let it. It was a nice warm sunny spring day.
But, he couldn’t.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?” he piped up, the soft colour of his eyes just ever so more vivid from the gentle golden glow of the morning sun streaking across the kitchen, as he stared across at the man in excited anticipation.
Erik felt like he was going to be sick.
He didn’t want to do this right now.
Jayden was just so... alive, right now.
Such... life, in those gentle eyes of his. That playful curious face.
But he had to.
“I uh...” Erik struggled to get his words out. “It’s... well um, your uh, your mom...” his heart sunk so very painfully at seeing the sudden change of expression on Jayden’s face. The sudden depleting of the vivid colours from his eyes, from his face. As if... he knew, before Erik even told him. “She di- didn’t make it- they tried everything they could at the hospital but... but she didn’t make it.”
The little nine-year-old became so vulnerable looking that Erik swore a small gust of wind would be all it took to finish the boy. “Wha-” the boy choked up, gripping his trembling hands at the edge of the table, his eyes glossy and his lips quivering as he tried to choke out his words. “What do you mea-”
“She di-”
Jayden didn’t even let him finish his sentence. “Wh- Where is she?” he choked out.
Erik felt himself choking up, and had to put everything into not just breaking down and crying right there. “She’s...” he took a shaky breath. “She’s somewhere we can’t go right now.”
“When?!” he squeaked out.
“Somewhere...” he cleared his throat, and rubbed his face with a groan. “Somewhere we can never go,” he whimpered out. Erik had been trying so hard to hold himself together for the sake of Jayden, but he couldn’t anymore. He tried to open his mouth to try and console the boy, but instead, a weak little sob escaped from his throat. And the room became blurry through tears. He sniffled, and although it physically hurt to hold back his own crying, he managed to recompose himself... for Jayden. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, but nearly broke down again when he saw the state Jayden was in.
Jayden was slumped in the chair, his fragile little body racking with sobs.
“Oh JayJay-” he came over and pulled him off the chair into a tight hug, burying his mouth into his slightly sweaty hair with a kiss, soothingly rubbing his hand around the small of the boy’s back. He felt the boy’s whole weight, which although wasn’t much, fall completely limb into the tight hug. He felt the front of his shirt getting wet from a mix of the boy’s tears and what was probably also saliva and snot, but he didn’t care. That was the last thing on his mind.
It wasn’t too long before his roommate, Kade had come out sleepy-eyed looking around in confusion, but as soon as Erik met eyes with him from where he was still tangled up in a tight hug with the broken little boy, Kade’s eyes widened in realization, and with only a brief moment of hesitation, Kade gave him a small sheepish wave and went back into his bedroom being careful to be quiet when he closed the door.
Under normal circumstances, he would’ve instantly perked up engaging Kade into conversation, because honestly after nearly a whole year of living together, they’d become more than just roommates. Erik wanted to say ‘friends’, but it felt a little more than that. He liked him, he really liked him, but sometimes it was hard for him to place what exactly that meant. Kade seemed to get along with Jayden too over the past two weeks Jayden had been staying here, which was great. That was initially Erik’s main fear, that his roommate might not like having a little kid hanging around all the time. But much to his relief, Kade had actually taken what seemed to be a genuine interest in the boy, sometimes the two of them even playing video games together.
Going to the Science Centre was obviously totally out of the question, and wasn’t even a sliver of a thought on Erik’s mind now.
From that point on, all Jayden wanted to do was cuddle with Erik on the couch. He refused to leave his side for more than a few seconds. Even when Erik went to the bathroom, he had to keep the door ajar a little with Jayden waiting outside making sure he would ‘come back out’. And the instant he would come back out of the bathroom, Jayden would cling to him so tightly that it was hard to even walk sometimes because he kept having to avoid stepping on Jayden’s feet.
Jayden was naturally a cuddly boy, and more than once prior to this, Erik had woken up in the middle of the night to find Jayden snuggled up with him under the blankets on the bed rather than on the air mattress he had setup for him on the floor right beside the bed. But at least previously at that point there was some level of space, where Jayden didn’t feel the need to cling to him every second of the day.
Now though... Jayden just... had to be close to him all the time. And he’d whine upset if Erik tried to go off and do something else in the apartment without him.
The kid just lost his mom though, and Erik was all he had left, so Erik understood. He understood too well actually. He knew Jayden just didn’t want to... lose someone else. That’s what it was. It didn’t take a psychologist to realize that.
Erik still hadn’t even told Jayden the whole story yet. He had only gotten to tell Jayden the part about his mom being gone now. But he hadn’t been able to get to the part about him being his adoptive dad. Of course, there would be plenty of paperwork he’d have to do in order to make it legal and official, but as far as actual living situations were concerned, Jayden was already right where he needed to be.
Right here, with Erik.
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Summary: A female is desperately trying to get one ounce of freedom to pee. But she is constantly interrupted by someone at the door. Will she find a chance to pee in peace.
Comments: This story is based off a video from Bound2Burst. The main character is in a scenario similar to the model Carissa Montgomery in Too Many Delays. In this story, Carissa has to go but has to keep answering the door. Eventually she does use the toilet but only after she has a bit of an accident. The story here is based off the video but with some changes.
Plot: It was a 9 pm and still the night was going on for a little while longer than usual. It was going to die down eventually. Back at the Masterson-Prestin residence, the apartment was quiet and dark. No one was present. Everything was turned off and no issues abound. Both Piper and Gwenndolinne went out for the night with their respective dates. But it was Piper who returned home first.
At 9:05 pm, she came running over to the front door to the apartment and unlocked the door. She quickly came inside as she was frantic and desperate. "Gottapeegottapeegottapee!" She said over and over again as she threw down her purse on the couch and made her way to the bathroom. She didn't bother to remove her shoes, which hurt both her feet.
She just returned from a wedding and now had to go like crazy. Piper went into the bathroom and turned on the light. She went to sit down on the toilet only to remember she is wearing a skin tight bodycon dress as part of being one of the bridesmaids. The dress is as shown below:
Piper cursed herself for wearing such a dress. Now she has to unzipped the dress and undress before she can just go. "Damn you Pipe. Now I have to reach for the zipper. (Whimper) come on dame zipper .... I can't reach the zipper." Piper was pee dancing while trying not to fall over. After all, she is wearing high heels for first time.
It was a requirement for the wedding bridesmaids uniform. Piper tried to reach and extend her arms but couldn't reach. Sadly Gwenndolinne wasn't here to help as she went out with her friends for a night club gathering. Piper tried again, trying to reach the zipper but her hands couldn't reach it. "Damn!" She cried out as she breathed to regain her breath.
Piper bent forward to deal with a wave of desperation. "Hmmmmm!" Piper cried out since her bladder was contracting to push out the golden ocean. It was full and she could feel it. In fact, she could feel so badly due to her tight dress pressing inwards against her abdomen underneath her chest. And her exit hole was under pressure to open as it quivered trying to keep itself together.
Piper could only keep her hands near where her groin was. Since her dress was tight and not as easily stretchable, she couldn't just cup her nether region with her hands. She couldn't hold herself. She bent her knees forward one after another, scrunching her face, her left eye twitching as she tried to hold it. 'If I don't go I'll pee myself." Pioer thought to herself.
She got a handle of her urethra muscle and grabbed the hem of her dress. She proceeded to pull upwards on it to take the dress off and just be in her undergarments. That wasn't an issue for her. But as she lifted it up just an inch, she remembered she forgot to close and lock the door. She cursed herself and went out slowly. She walked towards the front door and closed it. She locked the door and went back.
She proceeded to lift up her dress little by little. She had to stop every so often, as wave after wave of desperation occurred. They caused her to stop and bend forward to deal with her urge. "Come on Pipe you can do this your almost done. Just halfway to go." Piper said to herself. Piper kept fighting with her dress as she desperately tried to lift it up.
The dress fit her so perfectly it was even a pain to put on. But now she was pulling and tugging as though life itself depended on it coming off. "Get off me damn dress." Piper said. She kept dancing in desperation even more than before as thr urge kept getting even worse than when she arrived. Now she was properly bursting. I mean really bursting. She needed to go without hindrance.
But then, she realized the dress was about up to her chest. Perhaps, all she needed to do was remove the dress so much so she could pull down her undergarment to go. Just then, she whimpered "Oh ohoh!" because almost spurted. Her golden liquid just shot out but into the folds protrcting her exit hole. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. Piper got things under control but she held it tightly.
She was about to pull down her underwear once she was sure she could just go. But as she went to grab her underwear, she heard a loud knocking at her front door. It was followed by a voice outside. "Excuse me it's police open up!", followed up by more door knocking. Piper was shocked by this and even surprised. What was the issue she wondered. "What the heck are they doing here?" Piper thought.
She called out "Just a minute." and proceeded to leave her bathroom with her hands on her crotch. But she remembered she was half dressed and had to put back down the dress. She groaned at this but had to do it. She sucked in air, while forcing in her abdomen and really tightening her exit hole, and had to slowly, little by little, pull down her dress again.
She hated this as it put more undo pressure upon her bladder and pressured exit hole. She walked to the front door in a cautious manner, and stiffly might I add. She looked through the door hole and saw men in officer uniforms. She unlocked the door and opened it a little. "May I see identification please!" Piper asked the officers.
The lead detective pulled out his identification badge. She recognized the badge as official and could tell it was. Piper's father was still an officer and knew of the changes in badge appearance to know what is official and what's not. And she could tell what precinct the detective was from too. She opened the door, trying to seem calm. She didn't want give away she had to use the toilet.
"Hello officers. What can I help you with?" Piper asked. Detective Lance accompanied by officers Politski and Roark looker back at this lovely looking young lady in a stern manner. Detective Lance spoke first. "Ma'am we're here to ask you a few questions. May we come inside?". Piper felt even more nervous as she wasn't sure what was the trouble and how long they were going to stay.
After all, she had to pee so badly and her need kept rising. If only she didn't have so much of that delicious punch and coffee. It was working against her. Normally she didn't over drink like her roommate Gwenndolinne. But tonight she couldn't help herself as the food and drink were so delicious. How could she resist? She politely responded "What is this about?". Officer Politski responded "It's better if we spoke to you inside your apartment."
He and officer Roark showed there badges too. She could tell their badges were official and let them inside the apartment. She shut the door behind them and led them to the couch and dinner table. Piper walked over to the policemen and stood their with her hands clasped together in front of her abdomen. It was killing her and her exit hole was killing her more. It also felt very moist from her spurt as it was kept shut to prevent a dark spot.
The detective began the conversation. "So how are you feeling?". "I'm good. And you?" "Just peachy (sarcasm)". The detective stared at Piper then, asked her "You'll want to sit down for this." Detective Lance said. But Piper didn't want to move if she could avoid it. And plus, she might wet herself if she got up. Plus, she was already standing. "I will stand thank you." She replied.
Detective Lance asked her her name. "What's you name Ma'am?". She replied "Piper Prestin sir." He looked at her trying to ascertain her and figure Piper out. He didn't seem to see anything wrong but noticed she was a little antsy underneath her calm demeanor. He felt he might know when questioning her about the matter on his mind. Piper still wondered what this was about without showing it.
Detective Lance proceeded to start his questioning. "Down the hall a crime of murder occurred. The resident named Mr. Walter Reed was killed by someone. What do you know of Mr. Reed.". Piper was filled with fear and worry about a murder as well as the fact that a murdered might be on the premises. She responded carefully so as to be honest without giving too much away.
"As far as I know, he was a man of gentle spirit and always kind. He never gave me a reason to think he would have made any enemies. I can't imagine who would hurt him." Piper said. The detective wrote on his notepad and looked up to ask another question. "How was Mr. Reed kind and gentle?". Piper had to think for a second. Her mind was flooded with the alarm bells of possibly having an accident. Suddenly, she was overcome with an urge to go as another wave swept by.
She put her right leg in front of her other leg in a calm and casual manner. She didn't want to give any vibes she knew anything or was guilty of something, not that she was. "Mr. Reed would help sometimes, such as helping to bring in groceries into the apartment or speak a kind word. For example, I was feeling upset about not getting a raise. He saw me and asked what was wrong. When I explained the issue he told me not to give up and keep trying."
Piper paused and kept talking. "I tried his advice and I did get the raise after all. When I told him, he congratulated me on my persistence.". Detective Lance scribbled down in a few words what Piper said. "Fair enough. Sounds like a nice man. " the detective said. The other two officers kept staring at her silently. Detective Lance asked Piper another question. "Did yoy ever see anyone who spoke in a negative or threatening manner about Mr. Reed or to Mr. Reed? Anything at all would be helpful."
Piper moved forward and backward a little. She didn't move by way of feet but her torso and legs while her feet didn't move from their positions. Even her pose was the same. She did fidget with her hands as she twice recoupled her hands together. She had to go and badly. Her body was telling her to wrap it. Inside her mind she wanted this to be over.
Piper replied to the detective. "I've ... I've never heard of anyone speaking ill towards him. I .. always see people thanking him for helping them and talking with him. I don't know what could've prompted anyone to kill him. I'm sorry officers but I don't know." She spoke in a somewhat shaky manner. Detective Lance kept looking at her. He noticed something was up. "Did he say anything to you? Have you been on the receiving end of threats Miss Prestin?" He asked.
Piper kept moving her right foot forward and backward as a sort of nervous tick due to the need to use her toilet. Her body had to go badly. Her exit hole and folds covering them started to sting from being kept in the contracted manner. She had to go but she couldn't just leave and appear suspicious. Piper had to respond to Detective Lance and immediately. "No sir.". Detective Lance just looked at her for the next 30 seconds.
Then, he closed his notepad before looking to his right. He thought for a moment before asking his final question. "Did you hear or see anything out of the usual at all. Did you see anyone that looked or appeared not right? And near Mr. Reed?". Piper responded back whole feeling another powerful urge to go and this one caused her to bend forward a little as the pressure against the exit hole was immensely painful.
"No sir.". The detective and the other officers looked at her seeing only a face that didn't seem to change facial expression but sounded a little perturbed. But they couldn't tell and perhaps she was just nervous about the possibility of a murder on the premises as being worrisome. "Whats on your mind? You seem out of sorts." Detective Lance said. Piper couldn't take it anymore and replied back.
"I don't know anything and I wish I could say more.". She spoke in a more assertive tone and one in which was somewhat agitated manner. "You tell me there's a murder just as I come home from a wedding. What should I think? I can't imagine who wants Mr. Reed dead.". Detective Lance got up and signaled his men time to go. "Alright then. But call me if you need anything.". Piper took the business card and thanked him. She opened the door and let them out. She sighed a breath of relief and hurried back to the bathroom, but carefully. She didn't want to have a wet spot in her undergarment.
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Piper walked carefully to the front door. She didn't want the cops to get the wrong idea and break down the door. Half way there, she stopped and squatted down. Her wave of desperation reached an all-time high and her mind was at its wits end. She cupped her crotch and wincing trying to hold it back. She focused on holding it tighter to make her wave subsided. But it was to no avail. And the cops were right outside her door. Piper got up carefully, walking to the front door.
Just as she was about to open the door, one of the cops cries out. "We're coming in!". Piper replied back. "No wait I'm a-at th-the d-door!". Detective Lance was ready to draw his gun only to hear the door locks opened followed by the front door. They all saw young woman standing a bit awkwardly. Piper was somewhat bent forward, with one leg crossed over the other, and sweating. "What is it?" She asked in a flustered manner.
Detective Lance looked at this girl wondering if she was okay or she was hiding something. "Is everything-" he said but he was cut short by Piper. "What is it? She asked again more quickly. Detective Lance replied. "The killer is someone in this building and for your safety you must lock your doors. Don't come until we say it's safe to do so.". Piper replied back quickly and impatiently, with some manner of politeness. "Thank you for the advice and I promise to lock my doors. Now if there isn't anything else I have to go now!". But Detective Lance stopped the door as it was being shut. "Miss Prestin is there a-".
Piper replied back to the detective hoping he would leave. She was about wet herself in that moment and had to take a huge leak. "No everything's fine now. Please let me go." But Detective Lance wouldn't let it go. "What's going on? You're being evasive?". Piper was at her wits end. "You want to know what's going on. I have to piss like a racehorse and this dress was a nightmare to somewhat take off. If I don't go now I .... I will piss myself here. I am bursting and desperate to pee. Please let me go please!"
One of the other cops looked at the detective. "Ya think she's about to go?". The other cop replied. "I think she is. We should go.". The detective figured this was what was causing her to feel so much anxiety but wanted confirmation. "Even so, I want to be sure. You've been acting strange and if there is something you're hiding we will know about-".
But again he was cut short by Piper who absolutely just wanted them to leave. "EVERYTHINGSFINEJUSTLEAVEMEALONETOPEE!". She shut the door and locked it. Then left. The officers finally got the message and left. Piper was so bend out of shape and irritated. So many interruptions. What's a girl got to do to get a good piss into her toilet? Geez. Detective Lance still wasn't sure but he didn't have a warrant to just enter.
He couldn't be sure she wasn't hiding the real perpetrator. Or if she really just had to pee like crazy. He was inside the apartment before and didn't see anything out of order before. So perhaps everything was okay. But there was no way to know now. Still, he and the other officers kept their eyes and ears open. Back inside apartment room 415, Piper was about to wet herself. She stood there with her hands on her crotch, her body stiff, and nervous about moving. She didn't want to have an accident all over the place.
Piper couldn't contract her urethra anymore and the pressure was at its pinnacle. Her exit hole was about to buckle and burst open, allowing the flood of a lifetime all over herself. She tried to will herself to hold it but her mind could t take it anymore. Like a person running on instincts, she moved like a possessed person. She ran in small strides over to the bathroom and luckily she didn't wet herself. She whimpered and panted as she breathed deeply. She ripped off the towel and began pulling on her undergarment.
At first it was hard since the waist bands were covered by the dress. It still hampered her and that meant more fighting with the dress. "Come .. on damn it come on." Piper said. But alas, she wasn't able to remove it. She cursed under her breath. "I swear this dress will get shredded by the end of this day." Piper declared. She had enough of this monstrosity of a dress. She hated it with a burning red hot passion. Suddenly, another several knocks were made at the door.
At first, Piper rolled her eyes and yelled back. "Go away I told you I don't know anything." But she assumed it was the cops. It wasn't. "Ugh!". Again, she had to cover herself. But her urge to go was so bad shedl didn't want to bend down to reach for her towel. She also didn't want to fight with her dress. At this point, she didn't know what to do nor did she want an accident. But the banging continued which only made her more angry until the person on the other side spoke.
The voice on the other side was someone Piper didn't recognize. "Open up or I'll break open the door!". The voice was deep and it was totally foreign. She didn't know who it was and she didn't want to go outside her bathroom. The banging only got worse and worse as the person outside got more and more angry. Piper was almost wetting herself as another small spurt escaped her and into her lips protecting her exit hole. She couldn't tighten it further as her golden liquid waste started oozing through to her undergarment.
Plus, she didn't want to feeling afraid now that perhaps this was an assailant. Possibly the murderer the cops mentioned. And she was becoming afraid on top of dealing with a wave of desperation. It all made it harder to hold it tight. Again, a wave of desperation hit her, but this time harder than ever before.
She didn't notice it yet but there was a very small dark stain on her undergarment. It was thanks to her spurting and inability to keep holding it in. After all, she was scared and tired from all the holding. Her body and mind were slowing easing up on tightly controlling her body muscles. They didn't want this anymore. It was too much stress for one person and it was enough.
Piper wondered where those two officers were and wished she asked them to stay. But she was all alone. She was in serious danger and no one could save her. Or so she thought. She heard other voices and some pounding against the door. There was yelling too. "Get off me!" " You're under arrest. Stop resisting!". Piper knew it was the cops. She heard Detective Lance's voice and sighed relief. Detective Lance told Piper to keep the door locked and closed until further notice. Piper replied as loud as she could. "Okay!".
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Now that she was safe, Piper tried tugging on the hem of her dress. But then she figured the cops might want to come inside. But if she re-dresses herself, she can't go and has to wait longer. She was tired of waiting. She just wanted to go. Piper chose to try to go instead. Her urethra was ready to buckle, and it was time to empty her bladder. She tugged and tugged at the hem of her skirt. For the next 5 minutes, she tried to pull it up. But as usual, she couldn't. It was so damn tight.
Piper was on the verge of an accident. She just couldn't. She tightened her grip more but she couldn't go too far with it. It was just too much and her muscles were worn out. Sadly, the pressure reached its pinnacle, and still rising from all the gear and anxiety. It made things worse, or should I say feel worse. Piper just couldn't hold it anymore. And still the waist band of her underwear was stuck under her dress. "I'm going commando next time I have to wear such an outfit. That way I can pull it up and just go already. No need for underwear." Piper thought.
She writhed in pain from all that fluid pushing against the exit hole. And it was all too much for her. Next thing she heard was door knocking outside her door followed by the voice of Detective Lance. "Miss Prestin please open the door. I just want to make sure you're okay." Piper sighed and rolled her eyes again. But she did want to thank the officers for arresting the dirtbag. She had to get up off the floor carefully. She stopped and then stood up a little and turned around. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Piper whimpered.
Piper made her way to the front door, unlocked and opened it. She stood there with the hem of her dress still up, showing her undergarment. Detective Lance didn't seem to care as her well-being was the most important thing. "Are you alright?" "Y-yes, th-thanks t-to you and your ... officers." "Good. I will come by tomorrow to check up on you. See you then.". Detective Lance left and Piper shut the door. She walked awkwardly towards the bathroom to get her much needed relief. Piper held herself for dear life hoping against all odds she wouldn't have an accident. Her urge to go was so strong that even walking was horrible. She stopped a few feet away from the bathroom to hold herself and prevent a flood. She couldn't hold on for much longer as she felt her exit hole about to burst open. She could feel the churning and exhaustion. Her muscles were going numb. Her breathing labored and body stiff. She couldn't hold it any more than was possible. Her body was ready to release. She could feel it.
Piper squatted thinking it would help. She kept fidgeting as she motioned her feet side to side, wincing as she grit her teeth. Suddenly, she heard the door knocking again. It was three knocks followed by a "Hello, hello Pipes you there?". It was Gwenndolinne and she too was bursting. Piper cursed again. "***t!". Now she had to go see what was outside. "Pipes open the door I gotta go. Comeonopenup!". Piper didn't want to hear it but she knew she couldn't leave her out there. She got up, only to stop dead frozen. She almost spurted as she felt her golden liquid seep out and possibly onto her undergarment.
Gwenndolinne, being the ditsy person she is, forgot the apartment key and is locked out. Piper was becoming tired of the interruptions and just opened the door. Gwenndolinne rushed right in, almost knocking aside Piper. She lost her balance sort of, spurting a small drop for a split half second. Piper closed the hatch quickly, and rushed after Gwenndolinne as fast as she could. But when she followed Gwenndolinne, she saw the bathroom door was shut closed. Piper couldn't believe it. She opened the door for her roommate who just repays this with using the bathroom. It was Piper who had to go so badly and now she was held up again.
The telephone rang as she approached the door. But this time Piper didn't answer it. She banged on the door and yelled out to Gwenndolinne. "Gwen open up I have to pee. I've been holding for so long. Come on get out of there now!". Gwenndolinne replied in her usual unintentional but inconsiderate manner. "I was bursting okay so please wait.". Piper turned beet red, becoming fed up with her roommate. Suddenly, banging sounds against the front door were heard again. It was Mr. Sykes and he wasn't too happy. "Open up. Open up or else.". Piper's head was spinning and running out of sanity as it felt too muc pressure.
She was already facing another wave of desperation and she couldn't move now. She was 1 step away from going where she stood. Piper could feel her lower region churning and quivering more than before. She just couldn't do it anymore. The pressure was too great. She carefully stood up. She moved as quickly as she could to the door. Piper unlocked it and opened it a crack, to be met with yelling. "You didn't pay the rent. GIve me my money NOOOOWWW!". Piper didn't understand, standing there confused, flustered, and shifting from one foot to the other. "How much money am I-" "DON'T pretend to be dumb. Give me what I asked for?". Luckily, his daughter, Rhona Sykes, was with him and actually like Piper.
"Dad yelling isn't going to help. Piper we are short 20 dollars short, and my dad is bugging out. I told him 20 dollars is nothing. But you know him he wants the exact rent amount." Piper couldn't believe what she was hearing and how petty this was. "Look I don't have an issue as usually you're always doing your part. I can let it go this time. But it's my father who-" "Alright alright I'll get a 20 sheesh." Piper went over to her purse, pulld out a 20-dollar bill and hastily gave it to Rhona. "Is there a-anything else I can help with?" asked Piper. Rhona replied, "Nope you're all good.". But Piper shut the door and went hobbling back to the bathroom door.
Again, it was shut closed as Gwenndolinne wasn't done inside. Outside, Piper could here Gwenndolinne chit chatting with a friend and wasting time. Piper was furious and banged on the door yelling for her to come out. "Gwen open the door or I'll break it open. Open up now!" Gwenndolinne didn't seem to understand what the issue was and kept talking. Poor Piper was bursting and held it long enough. She was pee dancing and holding her crotch like crazy. She needed relief and fast. Piper kept banging on the door and calling out Piper. She bobbed up and down in misery and hated every minute of it. She wished to be free from this shackle and just wanted to do something as simple as take a nice long refreshing leaking into the toilet. Why was that so hard to ask for.
Suddenly, another wave of desperation swept by which was the finishing blow. Piper felt the hit like a ton of bricks and couldn't hold it anymore. She just couldn't hold it. That's it. Piper subconsciously along with her body said it was time to go. It didn't wait for her to relax herself. Piper gasped and whimpered as she felt herself spurting jets of her golden waste. It jetted past the folds of her skin covering the exit hole, wetting her undergarment. This jet was followed by another jet, then another jet, and another jet. And finally ..... she was going. Piper banged on the door and screamed out. "Gwen Gwen I'm pssing myself open the door open the door! Gweeeeeeennnnnnn!". A stream emerged from between her legs followed by several smaller ones and droplets too, rivulets traveling down her legs and creating a puddle on the floor beneath her. Her feet underneath became drenched.
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Hello everyone, so this is my first time writing any omo content. Hope you guys enjoy it.
I came across a story on another website titled 'In bus with my Chachi'. I was eagerly waiting for a part 2 of this but the author never posted it so I decided to write the part 2 myself. Do read the first part for context and better understanding of the plot.
Here is the link: https://desibahu.com/in-the-bus-with-my-aunt/
Now let's begin:
We went inside the toilet. It was a bit small for two people to enter at the same time. Chachi tried removing my wet pants. I was very ashamed of my inability to hold it in. My face was red as saffron. She removed my pants and underwear and I was standing bare bottom in front of her which was kind of my fantasy but not in condition like this. I was feeling a bit shy and tried to cover my crotch with my hands. She said to me, "there is no need to be shy from your Chachi, beta." and asked me to remove my hands. I did as I was told. She then grabbed a hand towel from her purse and started wiping off my wet thighs and then my buttocks. Once we were done, she quickly ran away to the bus to get me a pair of dry underwear and pants. I wore the pants and both of us went towards the bus.
When we entered the bus, almost everyone was laughing at me. The bus driver, conductor, ladies, children, everyone. Only the hostess was sympathetic towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "don't worry about it, happens with the best of us." I nodded. I was comforted by her gesture. Chachi and I went to our seat. My seat was still wet so Chachi took out a towel from my bag and placed it over my seat and I sat on it. Everyone returned from the toilet and the driver started the bus. We were again on our way to Karachi.
It was hardly 20 minutes since our last stop and the bus stopped again. Everyone was confused as there was still plenty of time in reaching Karachi and there was no gas station of any sort nearby. It was a completely remote location so everyone was confused. The driver and conductor stepped out of the bus to see the problem. After a few minutes, they cam back. When people asked what happened then the conductor said that there is a failure in the engine and it will take a while to repair it.
"Aww! come on" some people yelled. Now we were stranded in a completely remote location with no help. After a while I was feeling hungry and asked Chachi if there is anything to eat. She said that there is only biscuits and chai (tea). I said "no problem. I am hungry." She took out two packets of biscuits and a thermos full of chai. I took the biscuits and started eating. they were delicious. She offered me some chai but I refused as I was not taking any chances after my accident. But my aunt is very much addicted to chai. She can drink the entire thermos in one go. She started drinking the chai and drank two cups and then closed the thermos and kept it away.
As time passed we were still stuck at the same place. My aunt had drunk almost half of the tea in the thermos which is quite a lot of liquid. She was about to drink another cup but I stopped her said, "Chachi don't drink that much otherwise you will also have to hold your susu (pee). She laughed and said "don't worry beta, I am used to all of this." After some time the hostess came towards us and sat with us. We started having a chat. Her name was Fatima. She was working as an intern with the transport company. I was still a bit reluctant to talk to her after what had happened earlier. She was very humble and never once made fun of my situation. I thought that she had gone through something like that earlier and that's why she was so sympathetic. My aunt gave her some chai and she also drank three cups. My aunt again offered me some chai and I again refused but this time Fatima persuaded to have some. I was a bit hesitant but drank a cup. I whispered in my aunt's eat "what if I have to go again?" Fatima somehow overheard me and said, "don't be that nervous, one cup won't have any adverse effect." She handed me an empty plastic bottle and said "if somehow the situation gets out of control, use it." I was blushing after being treated like a baby.
Well this goes for more than two hours. Fatima and my aunt have emptied the thermos. The driver and conductor had repaired the bus and we were good to go. It was nearly midnight and all the passengers were asleep except me, my aunt and Fatima. The driver turned on the music system so that he might not fall asleep while driving.
There was one and a half hour to reach Karachi. Fatima returned back to her seat. I was doing absolutely fine but I noticed my aunt was fidgeting and also stammering while talking. I could tell that she needed a susu break. I whispered in my aunt's ear if she needs to pee. She nodded but said that she can hold it. She asked me if I need to pee. I said that I am fine.
I don't know why but I was aroused seeing my aunt sitting beside me struggling to hold her pee. About 45 minutes later I was also feeling the urge to pee badly. I started holding my crotch. My aunt saw me holding my crotch and asked "need to pee again beta?" I was embarrassed but just simply nodded without making eye contact. She again asked "can you hold it this time?" I said I will try. I asked "how about you?" She said that she was struggling but will manage.
After 10 minutes, it had become impossible for me to hold on. I said that I can't hold it any longer and I am going to use the bottle. I took out my dick from my pants and started peeing in the bottle. The music was loud enough so that other passengers cannot listen the sound of me peeing but my aunt was able to listen it very clearly. The hissing sound of my pee coming from my dick and dribbling of pee in the bottle made situations worse for her but she clenched as hard as she could to not pee in her leggings.
I was done peeing and was relieved to empty my bladder. My aunt was in agony. Her bladder was aching like hell. She started chanting "ROK KE RAKH, ROK KE RAKH WARNA SABKE KE SAMNE BEZATTI HO JAYEGI." (hold it in or you will embarrass yourself in front of everyone.) After 5 minutes, tears rolled into her as she slowly began losing control and started peeing in her leggings. I was shocked and turned on at the same time seeing her pee herself. She literally flooded her seat. Her kurta was also drenched in her piss. I did not had the courage to say anything to her at that moment. I sat in silence for a while when she was sobbing. After a while I patted her and said "it's ok chachi, you did your best to hold it in." She wiped off her tears and asked me to not tell anyone about this. I promised her that I won't tell anybody.
She slowly recovered from the shock but started panicking about the mess and her soaked leggings. The embarrassment was almost inevitable or so as we both thought. Soon we saw Fatima coming to our seat walking like a duck. I guess she was in a state of emergency too. She came to our seat and was shocked to see the big puddle under my aunt's seat. There was no explanation needed for joining the dots. My aunt pleaded to help her. Though she was also desperate she maintained her composure and said, "don't panic mam I will help you out."
Fatima made a plan to remove the puddle and let my aunt change clothes without getting anyone's attention. First the puddle was taken care of with the same hand towel that was used to wipe me. Then came the challenging part, helping my aunt change clothes. Luckily the last row of the bus was empty. We slowly and steadily moved towards the last row with dry clothes, me and Fatima covering her from back and front respectively. We had to make sure that we look completely casual even if we catch the attention of the driver in the rear view mirror so that no suspicion is raised.
We somehow made it to last seat. I sat in the middle of the seat, my aunt lied down putting her head on my lap in such a way that her half body was covered with the prior seats. Fatima also took cover of the seats. I started massaging her head. From the front it looked as if my aunt was having a headache or something and I was massaging her. Nothing suspicious. The driver was busy driving. We had to be quick because we were about to reach Karachi. Fatima quickly removed my aunt's piss soaked leggings and panties. I couldn't help myself from looking at my aunt's naked pussy. Damn it was hell of a view. I got an erection. Fatima quickly wiped her with a towel and helped her wear dry panties and leggings.
Now was the turn to change the kurta. My aunt changed her side and kept her feet on my lap. It was difficult to change the kurta while lying on the seat. Somehow Fatima was able to remove the wet kurta. But it was becoming more difficult for Fatima to be in that position. She really needed a restroom. While she was about to help my aunt to wear the kurta, she let out a loud bubbly fart which was very smelly. She was very embarrassed and apologized. She did not only had to pee but also she had to take a dump. She said "MUJHE BAHUT ZOR SE TATTI AAYI HAI, PATA NAHI AUR KITNI DER TAK ROK PAUNGI." (I really need to take a dump and I don't know for how long I can hold it.) My aunt was still lying in the red bra and I was watching it with immense joy.
Fatima somehow managed to help my aunt wear her kurta and were good to go. When we were heading towards our seat then all of a sudden, Fatima lost the control over her bowels and starting shitting and peeing herself in a squat position behind the seats. Her blue jeans were completely soiled. Another mess was created which had to be taken care of and we had to help Fatima get out of this trouble. This time I was given the responsibility to change her pants. I quickly grabbed a pair of my jeans and a pair of panties of my aunt from my bag without raising attention. Fatima lied down and placed her head on my aunt's lap. My aunt and Fatima were constantly looking at the driver. I slowly removed her soiled pants and panties. Her butt was completely covered in shit and it cannot be cleaned with just the towel. We needed water but we ran out of it. Then my aunt gave me the idea of using my pee to clean her up. At first she refused but then agreed because of no other option. As they say desperate times calls for desperate measures.
I came to my seat and grabbed the bottle which had my pee. I came back and started washing her butt with my piss and my bare hands. Though it was gross but the feeling of touching the white soft buttocks is out of this world. It was so hot that I came in my pants. I cleaned her up and wiped her with towel, helped her wear the panties and pants. It was done. The only thing left was to dispose off the soiled pants and panties. I put the pants, panties and the towel in a polythene bag and sprayed deodorant in the bag and in the nearby area and then placed them in another bag and sprayed deodorant in that too.
Finally we reached Karachi. We gave the bag to Fatima and she threw it in a dustbin. We thanked her for helping us and exchanged numbers. Since then, we have been in touch and at times we have had numerous kinky adventures together. But these stories are for some other time.
The End
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This is the first piece of fiction I have ever written, let alone fetish stuff. Please critique as its the only way for me to improve. This story contains some harsh language.
Cassie was in a nightmare, that was the only possible explanation. Why else would she be standing in the on-deck circle, down 3 runs in extra innings, in front of what felt like the whole state about to wet her pants like a little girl. She knew she was awake however, the cool spring breeze of the night, the nervous murmur of the crowd, the splitting, burning pain in her lower abdomen... it was all real... too real.
She knew she should have gone earlier, a problem that often reared its head with her. Back at school Cassie had gone before last period, and was more caught up in pre-game rituals then in thinking of a safety trip to the toilet, after all, there would be bathrooms at the park.
A long bus ride, and a water bottle later Cassie was starting to feel the urge, but put it off to help unload the gear. Cassie lived for softball, she always had, and while she wasn't team captain, she always pitched in to help. Her coach had smiled and thanked her warmly, the way she always did, and Cassie waved her off and said "anything to help", like she always did. The comfortable routine, repeated near daily every softball season of Cassie's last 4 years, was easy to sink into, easy to let distract her. It wasn't until a bit later while sipping at a second water bottle, hydration is key after all, that her bladder really started to make itself known.
She had excused herself as nonchalantly as possible, and made her way to the bathrooms, despite its rather nice grounds, the park where the state championships was being played in was not very large, and there were only 4 real restrooms avaiable, 2 for boys, 2 for girls situated on opposite sides of the field. Only 3 toilets per womens washroom was a logistical problem that proved this was built with baseball, and men, first in mind.
Cassie had sighed as she saw a small line outside the restroom she was approaching, but had again been distracted, this time by someone calling her name. Her parents had just arrived, beaming with pride they had talked her ear off. She had tried to hide her need, even with her parents it embarrassed her to have ANYONE know things like that. Her father had noticied, he always did. Her face had blushed redder then her hair when he asked "Something wrong Cassandra?" In that same tone he had always used in their backyard catch sessions when she was younger, when she would try and put off going pee as long as she could to milk every second of practice time. She should have said yes, but something about being called her full name made her feel like she needed to assert herself as an adult. CASSIE was fine, CASSIE didn't need to be told when to use the potty... or so she had thought.
Mercifully ending the conversation, her parents had walked to the stands, and Cassie had finally made it to the bathroom line, her bladder by this point was quite insistent that she empty it. The dull ache of earlier having cruelly shifted to a constant pain, a pressure that needed to go somewhere. The somewhere would have to wait however for as she reached the line, a moment out of her wildest dreams occured. Tyler was approaching her, looking straight at her, waving even. Tyler, the love of her life, the boy...no, the MAN she evisioned the rest of her life with, the man she...had never actually spoken to really, but that wasn't important. What was important was he was cute, the star of the baseball team, and made her laugh, had the great romances of literature needed anything more? The great romances of literature didn't usually feature their heroines soaking their pants though.
Tyler had walked up to her, striking a casual conversation about the season, her recent hitting streak, the success of the boys team and his hopes for her own victory. For her own part, Cassie had stumbled through answers and did everything she could to ignore her bladder. She had to remind herself that that it could just be common courtesy, the baseball and softball teams had grown a mutual respect this season, the first time in 50 years both teams were in the state champioship, and this time they were both the favorites. The boys had won, and the pressure was on for the girls to fullfill their end of the bargain, but if he was only doing it for appearences he would have went to Bethany, she was team captain. He had come to talk to her however, and it was thoughts of what that meant that filled her mind, even as something else filled her bladder. When the conversation had ended she had snapped back to reality, and reality felt like a burning need to pee. Squeezing her thighs together and trying to seem relaxed she had gotten in line, seeing the other girls in various states of desperation only made it worse.
Shifting, shuffling, and squeezing(though only internally) she suffered through the wait, feeling her bladder start to spasm and contract, willing her to empty it. As she reached the front of the line she was starting to shake a bit, and was sure anyone looking closely would know what was happening, but still she kept her poker face, carefully practicied to give a pitcher nothing but just as useful for hiding her embarassing predicament.
Just as the stall opened however, a young girl, probably no more then 5 or 6 came waddling into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face, her mother gently guiding her by the hand, when the girl saw that she would have to wait, her sobs grew louder. "Mo...mommy I neeeeeeeed to goooooo" she had wailed, and Cassie's heart had won out over her mind and bladder, she would just have to wait a little longer she thought as she let the girl go ahead. It was then she glanced down at her phone, and her stomach dropped, those 2 conversations must have went longer then she thought, the game would be starting any minute now, and since her team was the "home" team for this game that meant she would need to be out there to field at the start. She held out hope for one of the other stalls to open, balling her fists at her side and crossing her legs tight in the privacy of the empty room, but as the time crept on she was out of luck.
Turning to leave she had taken a deep breath, uncrossed her legs, and gave one last longing glance at the closed stall doors. She had exited just as one of her teammates, Veronica, a tall, athletically built brunette, came running up. "What the hell are you doing!?!" Veronica had all but screamed "Games gonna start, coach is freaking out, get your ass over there!"
Rushing off as fast as her legs could carry her, Cassie felt her bladder protest its rough treatment, and nearly doubled over when she got to the dugout. The glares of her teammates were almost to much to bare, but Bethany had taken her aside, seemingly unaware of her true plight, the captain had given her a speech about powering through nervousness, and rising to the occasion. The only thing Cassie wanted to power through was a bathroom door, but she tried her best to look serious and ready.
The game was hell. Every step was pain, every little shift brought her mind to her bladder, and every exertion was a dance with humiliation. Somehow she made it through, but it was far from her best performance. From her spot at shortstop, she was too in the middle of it all to bury her hands in her crotch and hop around like she longed to do. As the innings dragged on, scoreless, Cassie's mind was on only one thing, relief. At her home field, there was a little forrested area by the dougout, she wasnt proud of it, but she and many of the other girls had retreated into it to void themselves in moments of true emergency, but no such luxury existed here. The bright lights and staring eyes of the crowd were on her no matter where she went, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. That wasn't entirely true, she could always wait until her team was batting, sprint over to the toilets and pray they were free, but that would mean abandoning the team in the middle of a tense game, and letting them all know she had one again put off going to the bathroom like a distracted little kid. So instead she suffered in silence, thankful that high school softball only played a 7 inning game.
As the top of the 7th ended, and the stadium played a little tune to signal the 7th inning stretch, the only thing Cassie was stretching was her bladder. Some of her teammates clearly knew, a few asked if she needed to pee, but just like with her parents she couldnt bring herself to admit it. "Just nerves" she had said, and they had thankfully dropped it. The 7th inning didnt bring a result however, and extra innings would be necessary.
Cassie felt like crying during the small break before the extra innings started, a break long enough to make a break for the bathroom, but that had given every other woman in the ball park the same idea. She sat like a statue in the dugout, the sounds of her teammates talking sounding like they were miles away, her only focus was the boiling, bursting agony of her bladder. Cramping and shaking she had lost a little bit on her way out to the field, not enough to show thankfully, but enough to feel the dampness, and to make her bladder push for more relief.
The top of the 8th was the worst 15 minutes of Cassie's life. Her pitcher, strong for the whole game seemed to have been solved. The other team blasted a few into the outfield, and got runners on the corners, but the real nightmare came when a routine grounder came bounding towards Cassie. She moved to field it, but as her focus shifted, her bladder took its chance. She leaked a major jet, the crotch of her underwear thankfully catching the most of it leaving only a small, barely visible stain on her white uniform pants. The leak threw her off however, and she missed the ball, the outfielder, expecting Cassie to make such an easy play wasnt in position, and the other team had managed to get a run home, with runners at 2nd and 3rd.
Her face a deep crimson, and her bladder feeling like a jackhammer, Cassie had tried to brush it off, but her teammates, especially the pitcher shot her daggers with their eyes. Cassie's stomach felt queasy, she could barely stand still, couldn't focus. The nerves, the embarassment, the agony of holding, it was all getting too much. The other runs scored, making Cassie's error that much worse, and she couldnt look at her teammates, or the crowd as she slinked back to dugout when the inning mercifully ended. 'At least it was almost over' she thought, 'Everyone hates me now, but at least I didnt wet myself, I still have that...
Her team wasnt done yet though. They rallied back, getting the bases loaded with only one away, and Cassie had to drag herself from her safety corner in the dugout to warm up. She had been openly grabbing herself, because everyone else was watching the field, her legs twisted into a pretzel and her breathing sharp and unsteady. Having to remove her hands, unweave her legs and put on a brave face felt like a cruel and unusual punishment, had she not suffered enough? Was that error not the worst thing that would happen tonight?
Now she was here, standing in the circle, swinging her bat with what she hoped looked like conviction. She prayed that Veronica, who batted before her would knock it out of the park, be the hero for everyone...Cassie more then the others. Her legs were wobbly, when the waves of desperation hit her it took every ounce of self control not to throw down the bat and waddle off like that little girl from the bathroom earlier. She felt like the whole world was a dream,like the only thing that was real was her bladder, her need. Bethany saw her make a pained face, as she twisted and screamed internally.
"Keep calm Cass!" She shouted unhelpfully "Just gotta keep it rolling, lotta game we got left"
That was the last thing Cassie wanted to hear. There was no way to be calm here, the only minor blessing was that at least most people didnt seem to notice her true problem, chalking it up to the stress of the sutuation. But that was small comfort, because it WAS a stressful situation, even without her bladders pleas this would be a stomach churning scenario. Cassie didnt have a hit all game, and her error in the field had put that much more pressure on her, her legs shook, her head felt faint, her bladder... was like a time bomb, one the defusal team found too late, nothing to do but watch the seconds tick down to disaster.
She watched in horror as Veronica struck out. Cassie walked to the plate like she was going to her execution, her shoulders slumped, her face red, her eyes squinted with the pain of keeping it all in. The catcher, who had been messing with her all game seemed to smell the weakness
"Deep breaths red" she teased "1 2 3 and its all over"
Cassie felt another emotion bubble up, almost stronger then her need to pee; anger. She stood tall in the box, pushing the inevitible from her mind, relegating the agony of her bladder to merely fuel for her rage.
The wind-up
The pitch
The swing....and a miss
Cassie nearly swung out of her shoes, the effort of the swing jostling her bladder and causing another leak, with a panic her hands flew to her crotch, and was relieved to not feel any visible wetness, the catcher giggled
"Woaaaah, hey batter batter" she laughed "something got you mad? Was it your little fuck up?" She sneered, and Cassie felt the anger rush back in
"Language" the ump chastised and the catcher laughed again "Id be pretty mad myself if I let everyone down like that" she continued to tease, Cassie tried to ignore her, but it was the anger or the agony, no other feelings could break through, and she settled on fury once again.
The pitch....contact!
Cassie sprinted with all her might at the sound of the bat, her speed was her greatest weapon, and she was almost to the base when the first base coach waved her back, her hit had landed foul. A loud strike, 0-2 the count.
Cassie walked back to the plate, the eyes of the crowd upon her, and in her mind accepted defeat. There was no way she would stay dry, the little sprint had pushed her bladder to its limit, she leaked a few more jets, aware now of a small but visible stain on her uniform pants. She felt the clinging wetness of her underwear, quickly cooled in the night breeze. Win or lose, hit or strike out, she was going to wet herself, and the thought fought for prominence with the other great fear in her mind, if she also lost, she would have nothing...
Standing back in the batters box, she readied herself, but before the pitch came, her bladder threw a strike of its own. The wave of pain overwhelmed her tired muscles, and another jet escaped, now the wet patch was about the size of a softball, and anyone who cared to look could see it. She called for time, stepping from the box and holding out an arm.
"Oh come on!" The catcher complained, but Cassie ignored her, she twisted her legs, shifted her weight, and tried to imagine the crowd looking anywhere else but straight into her soul. The catcher noticed her movements, "Haha, holy shit" she laughed "wait you gotta piss or something red? Hurry it up then, we gotta get you to a potty" she nearly collapsed in laughter, as the umpire scolded her again for swearing.
"The state rules put a timer on batters time outs" he said "Gonna need you to hit" he added with a tone of sympathy. Cassie nodded sheepishly "Uhm...yes sir sorry" she said through gritted teeth, to the aparent joy of the catcher.
The pitcher readied herself. Cassie steeled her nerves, and then heard an awful hissing noise...the damn catcher
"Pssssssssssssssssssssssh, oh imagine how good it would feel" she said, and Cassie felt her control slip, the pitch came...and she crushed it
The ball flew well over the infield, a line drive that didnt have the power to leave the park, but that wasnt the kind of hitter Cassie was. The runners from first and second scored, and as Cassie rounded to second base she saw the ball catch the wall at a strange angle. It bounced away from the outfielder, and Cassie turned for third, startling the runner ahead of her who set off for home.
As she ran she felt it happen, her bladder could take no more. The leaks became full blown wetting, her white pants soaked through. As she pushed with all her might rounding third, she saw shocked looks on the faces of the crowd, felt the urine rolling down her legs. Her mind went blank, skipping the debate part of fight or flight, she was already running might as well stick with that. Her only thoughts were on scoring, then she would at least have some positive here, her life would be over, but maybe she could settle for an isolated hermitage in a cave somewhere as opposed to throwing herself from the cliffs. Her socks drenched, her shoes filling she slid for home...and completed one of the greatest comebacks in school history.
Cassie felt no pride, no sense of achievment. She remained laying on the ground as her teammates and the crowd rushed the field. Her face burried in her hands she sobbed uncontrollably, her bladder still forcing out its contents, surrounding her in a puddle.
There was laughter and from the flashes of light she saw Cassie knew photos were being taken. She broke completely, crying into the dirt. She heard a laugh she knew, and her stomach threatened to take its turn to empty as the anxiety hit her, Tyler was laughing...but it sounded like a happy laugh.
"Woooooo! Hell yeah! Lets fuckin go!" He shouted "Thats dedication right there!" He cheered, and Cassie slowly raised her face, the crowd gathered around her was a mix of players, parents and students, she felt like she wanted to curl into a ball and never be seen again.
"I dont know, that feels a little much" another boy said, but Tyler cut him off "Yeah cuz you dont have the will to win, no fighting spirit" he laughed
"You saying you would piss yourself for a game?" The boy asked eliciting a chuckle from the crowd, "If we win, hell yeah I would" Tyler said proudly, again the crowd laughed.
Cassie stood slowly, her parents were standing at the edge of the crowd, they wore sympathetic smiles, and her father gave her a look that said 'Told ya so'
"Thats why were the best!" Tyler continued "No matter the team we have that passion!" The other kids laughed and shoved him, Bethany and the coach approached the plate, holding out a hoodie to cover Cassie's soaked pants.
The rest of the night was surreal, she held up the trophy, was awarded MVP, and the camera man was kind enough to only shoot her waist up. She knew this would be talked about, but to her pleasant suprise it seemed to be taking on the color of a local legend, rather then a schoolyard bully subject. Walking back to her car, waxing poetic to Tyler about her "will to win" Cassie thought again that she must be dreaming, but this time, she hoped to never wake up.
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Hey everyone, it's been a hot minute, but I'm ready to post another handful of stories! Here's the first, a commission for a Monogatari story staring Kiss-shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade getting caught out in the sun and having to take shelter in the shade with no way to get to a proper bathroom! I hope you guys enjoy! And as a reminder I know have a thread about it, but I am open for commissions, so if you're interested in my writing, feel free to DM me!
In The Shade
On the roof of a familiar abandoned cram school sat a tall, busty woman with sharp yellow eyes and long golden hair. She was tucked away inconspicuously-- or at least, as inconspicuous as an attractive woman draped in a scarlet red dress could possibly be-- in the shadows of the small water tank placed on the roof. She had her knees pulled up to her chest to keep her legs in the shade, and she was glaring at the sun like it was her mortal enemy.
After all, it was her mortal enemy.
Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade. A once-powerful vampire with no rival. Events had entwined her fate with a simple high school student, Araragi Koyomi, and left her without many of her powers. In fact, she normally maintained a diminished appearance, and often went by the name Oshino Shinobu, but circumstances today had required her to take on a semblance of her old form and move independently of Araragi.
Araragi made it his mission to research and handle the oddities in this town, which was bathed in the supernatural. However, he was also a normal high school student who had to worry about school and friends and his relationship. Last night, he had a date planned with Senjougahara when talk of some oddity or another had reached him. And so, Shinobu offered to investigate in his stead. She fully intended it to be a favor she would use to leverage donuts at a later date.
But that didn’t explain why Kiss-shot was curled up in the shade on the roof of the old cram school.
The answer was simple. She had become accustomed to the safety and security of Araragi’s shadow. She hadn’t really been away from Araragi for an extended period of time or used her true form in quite a while. While once unthinkable to the centuries-old vampire, she had simply lost track of time. She had been investigating something nearby when the first golden rays started peeking over the horizon. In a panic, she jumped from roof to roof, trying to make it to the cram school before the sunrise, but was just short of making it to the roof’s stairwell when the first burning rays forced her to find cover where she was.
It was about 3 meters from her island of shade and safety to the stairs that would’ve allowed her to take shelter within the building. But while she was so close, she was also so far away. Had she been her normal self, she could, with a lot of pain and some difficulty, jump into the sunlight and run inside before she was completely torched. But in her weakened state and this far away from Araragi, she would undoubtedly die attempting such a stunt.
Her weakened form also prohibited her from using her full strength. It would’ve been less than trivial for her to have punched a hole in the roof if she had been in her old form, but while she did currently look like the old Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade, she had only a fraction of her old form’s strength and power.
And thus, Kiss-shot was stuck on the roof of the cram school, waiting idly as she was forced to cower from the sun.
“How ironic. I spent so much of my time after meeting Araragi sulking about this very school, and yet now that I am forced to be here, I want nothing more but to leave.”
It would seem that for someone as long-lived as Kiss-shot, waiting out a day in the shadow of the water tank would be a trivial matter. And yet she found herself restless. It wasn’t uncomfortably hot or cold, and as long as she followed the shade’s movement throughout the day, she would be safe. But still, she was dreading the wait. She was bored with nothing to do, and her current form was only a few steps removed from human, and thus had human needs.
It was late morning, and the sun had been up for a few hours. Kiss-shot was thirsty, and she might have been hungry too. The latter was something she had become all too accustomed to as a vampire, and was able to push the feeling to the back of her mind. Her thirst, however, was new. Her mouth and throat were dry, and she was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
Kiss-shot let out a sigh and laid back down on her back. The shadow had grown large enough that she could stretch out more rather than keeping her legs curled to her chest. She looked up with a dull expression and suddenly her eyes widened. The solution had been right above her the whole time. She was sitting underneath a water tank.
She looked around and spotted some pipes with a spout running down the side of one of the tank’s legs, graciously within the shade. Kiss-shot reached over and turned a small valve, and clear water poured from the spout.
Cupping her hands, Kiss-shot drank from the tank until the scratchiness in her mouth and throat were gone, and her stomach was full of water. Satisfied, she closed the valve and laid back down, feeling much more comfortable.
“Ah, much better.” Kiss-shot smiled in content.
The comfort was short-lived, however. Only minutes after the vampire had sprawled out onto the shadow beneath the tower, she felt a twinge in her bladder. It wasn’t because she had just drank, of course. No matter how much she had, it wouldn’t go through her that quickly. Instead, it had been a sensation buried in the back of her mind that had been building up all morning, and only manifested now because she was no longer focusing on her thirst.
She placed a hand on her abdomen. Her stomach still sloshed with water and she could feel a slight, nagging pressure. Nothing urgent yet, but it could easily become a problem depending on how long she got stuck here.
Still, it was only a slight sensation as of now, and Kiss-shot merely shifted her position lying down to make herself more comfortable before closing her eyes.
Kiss-shot’s intentions had been to take a nap to pass the time, but that was becoming less and less likely. Every time she felt the world around her fade and her body relax, her bladder sent a nagging pulse through her, and she was forced to press her thighs together and reposition herself. Even worse, the spout she had drank from had not fully closed, and was slowly dripping. Every few minutes a drop would fall and splash down onto the damp concrete beneath it. Kiss-shot’s heightened vampire hearing amplified the sound, and did nothing to help her situation.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been trying to fall asleep, but the longer she laid there, the more and more she could feel her bladder slowly filling. She tried to tear her mind away from her bodily needs, but the more she tried to focus on other things, it seemed the faster her need grew. She rubbed and shuffled her legs together as she laid down, staring up at the water tower. It felt like all the water she had drank earlier was draining straight from her stomach into her bladder, even though she knew that wasn’t physiologically possible.
Eventually, Kiss-shot was forced to sit upright. She crossed her legs and sat on the ground, tapping her finger restlessly as she occasionally wiggled in place. She glared up at the sun for putting her in this predicament. It grew higher and higher in the sky, meaning it wasn’t even midday yet.
“I’ll just have to hold it,” Kiss-shot spoke to herself, “I mean, it’s not like someone like me can’t handle a little mild discomfort from time to time.”
She said as much, but in reality, Kiss-shot was nervous. Vampires didn’t really have to deal with the need to pee on a regular basis. They could, of course, if they engorged themselves on blood or otherwise drank normal liquids like Kiss-shot had just done, but most vampires avoided the former and they had no need for the latter. Kiss-shot had a few long-distant memories-- perhaps just whispers of memories at this point-- from her days as a human where she recalled having dealt with the need to pee, but it was not something she was used to. If she was this uncomfortable already, she wasn’t looking forward to waiting all day.
Kiss-shot waited in silence and tried to push her need to the back of her mind as the sun slowly climbed higher and higher in the sky. The edge of the shadow was creeping closer to where she was sitting, and she realized she would have to move before the burning rays reached her exposed skin. She climbed to her feet carefully and felt a sharp spike of pressure from her bladder. When she shifted, she put pressure on it, and she was forced to squirm and dance in place as she rubbed her thighs together.
She felt the pressure slowly subside and she stepped back away from the edge, right under the water tower. It would be noon before long, where the only shadows would be right underneath the tank. She was forced to take shelter right underneath it, which was problematic, because she could hear occasional ripples and sloshes from within. The drip from the faucet hadn’t stopped, either. All this only reminded her of all the water she had drank earlier, and she shuffled her legs uncomfortably as her bladder sent another wave of urgency through her.
“I have to pee.”
Kiss-shot announced to no one.
It was a less-than-useless statement, and all it did was draw her own attention to her need. In fact, voicing it out loud seemed so much worse than when she was just feeling it nagging at the back of her mind. She pressed down at the front of her red dress, still too proud to resort to grabbing herself like a child, merely rubbing her legs together instead. She straightened her back as though that would give her ever-filling bladder more room, and her brow furrowed in discomfort and irritation.
In an attempt to get her mind off of her growing need, she thought about Araragi. She was tempted to blame him. This was, after all, his fault. She knew his nature. He couldn’t just let things go or put them off until later. If she hadn’t offered to investigate the oddity in his stead, he would’ve dropped his plans with Senjougahara and rushed off to see what was going on. Deep down, however, she knew that was unfair. Senjougahara was a strong-willed, stubborn woman, but she understood the severity of the world of oddities. Having perhaps seen more of Senjougahara than anyone save for Araragi himself, Kiss-shot knew the girl would exchange a few harsh words with Araragi before forgiving him and possibly even offering to come along and help.
In truth, it had been Kiss-shot herself who wanted to give Araragi a reprieve. A small taste of the normal life she had stolen from him the night they met. She still felt guilty that it was her who got him wrapped up in the world of the supernatural. Moreover, if she hadn’t gotten careless, she could have investigated the oddity properly and taken shelter in the cram school, or even returned to Araragi’s dwelling.
Her current predicament was entirely her own fault, and she realized that. So while it was tempting to curse the name of another for her circumstances, she had only herself to blame.
Letting out a sigh, Kiss-shot shifted her position to try to regain some small measure of comfort. Suddenly, however, she felt her bladder spasm, and she was force to press her thighs together tightly. She drew in a sharp intake of breath and squeezed her eyes shut, desperately hoping for the wave of pressure to pass.
When it finally did, she let out a breath and her clawed fingers bunched up the fabric of her red dress. She could feel the pressure sitting in her abdomen and she wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab herself. Instead, she released her skirt and raised one knee, reaching down to rub the back of her thigh as a quaint distraction.
It was noon now, and the time was ticking by painfully slowly. There was little reprieve from the sounds of the water in the tank sloshing above her, or the dripping faucet where she quenched her thirst earlier. Both sounds were amplified louder and louder the more she tried to drown them out. With each drip, she felt her bladder protest, and it seemed like they were counting down the seconds like the world’s slowest hourglass.
Kiss-shot frowned, biting her lip and shifting her weight back and forth rhythmically. She glared up at the clear, cloudless sky. She would give anything for gray clouds to come and blot out the offensive orb above her. Even rain clouds would work. In the short-term they would only heighten her urge to pee, but it would allow her to run inside and relieve herself at her leisure. Instead, she was forced to sit there in the solitary shadow of the water tank, the day crawling by at the slowest of a snail’s pace.
She could feel her bladder filling up more and more. She was sure by now the water she drank earlier was making its way into her bladder. Kiss-shot cursed her kidneys, which were inadvertently making the situation worse and worse. Being a vampire, she had some control over her body, but doing something like stopping her kidneys would involve her to physically pierce her back and mess with them with clawed fingers.
Perhaps if I was at full power I could pull off a stunt like that without dying, but I don’t think this current body could handle it. A pity.
Even if she could, it would be a temporary solution, and it wouldn’t do anything about the fluid already inside her bladder. Regardless, she was forced to keep holding it, even as she felt her bladder swell more and more, filling with pent-up urine that sloshed around inside of her with every movement.
Kiss-shot glared up at the sun again, but not out of the mere frustration of being trapped while needing to pee. This time she was trying to calculate how long it would be until sunset. It was past noon and the sun was now slowly starting its crawl towards the horizon. If she had to guess, it was no later than one o’clock. Judging by the angle, as well as having a general feel for it from centuries of needing to avoid the sun, Kiss-shot figured that the shadow she was currently taking refuge in would stretch close enough to the stairwell for her to slip inside unharmed at 5 o’clock at the earliest. That was four agonizing hours of waiting, and her bladder was already full.
Kiss-shot wasn’t thrilled about the prospects, but it wasn’t like she had any other options. The very least she could do was deal with the situation calmly and try to ignore her body’s needs as best as she could. She sprawled back down onto the hard concrete and raised one leg, keeping her thighs pressed together as she stared up at the water tower above her.
Kiss-shot knew sleep wouldn’t come to her now, and even if she did manage to relax and drift off with her bladder so full, she had no confidence that she’d wake up dry. Instead, she tried to zone out-- to defocus on the world around her and allow herself to be caught up in her own mind.
Flashes of distant memories began to bubble to the surface. Brief scenes of her being driven from a hidden home by vampire hunters, or being run out of a village by a crowd armed with torches and pitchforks. She recalled the times she was forced to kill to survive, and others where she killed with intention, with pleasure. Kiss-shot recalled the times she showed no mercy to vampire hunters or other humans who thought themselves worthy of judging her existence as cursed and wrong. But each time she tried to focus in on one, a spike of pressure from her abdomen tore her out of her reminiscence. She wasn’t sure to be annoyed or grateful. Those memories were not pleasant ones, and as much as they would’ve been a distraction to her current predicament, she’d much rather deal with the discomfort of the present than face her past.
Instead, she found herself trying to focus on Araragi. For all that had happened in the short time that she had known him, she had become much more content with her current arrangements as the minion to her new master. Kiss-shot was silently grateful he would never have to go through the horrors of being a full-on vampire, and she was glad that he had pulled her out of that darkness as well. She had intended to sacrifice herself to free him, but instead he had been the one to free her.
Kiss-Shot allowed herself a warm smile before her bladder sent another, stronger wave of pressure shooting through her body and she was forced to clamp her thighs together and squirm to fight it. She squeezed her eyes shut and resisted the urge to grab herself as she felt her pent up flood try to force its way out. She raised a hand to her abdomen as she rubbed her legs together and focused on keeping herself dry.
Kiss-shot managed to fight back against the urge until it subsided, but she was now truly desperate. She gently and carefully sat up, keeping her thighs pressed together as she tried to avoid putting any pressure on her taxed bladder. Her tight dress put pressure on her abdomen, so she reached around and loosened the corset as much as she could without exposing herself. The extra room allowed her bulging bladder to swell out and relieved some of the pressure, but she was still restless, squirming as she bounced up and down in place, trying to hold it.
She looked back up at the sky. It was at most two or three hours past noon. The water tower’s shadow had crept closer to the door to the stairwell, but it wasn’t nearly enough to bridge the gap completely. Kiss-shot wanted nothing more than to make a break for it, but even if she could make it without burning to ash, the pain of the sunlight would definitely make her wet herself, making the bolt for the door meaningless in the first place.
Another sharp spike of desperation shot through Kiss-shot, and she was forced to grab herself, bunching up her dress and pressing her fingers into her crotch as she rocked back and forth. Her thighs quivered and shook as she desperately tried to fight back, but she seriously felt like she was going to leak. She doubled over as she fought her body’s urges and managed to stave off the intense pressure with her panties still dry, but she was fighting a losing battle.
Maybe I should just go right here?
Kiss-shot looked around at the shadow beneath the water tower. There was enough room for her to sit comfortably, but not much else. If she peed here, she’d barely have a place to stand out of the puddle, not to mention she’d be forced to stand right next to it the whole time.
No, she would just have to hold it. With sweat on her brow and tears from the effort of holding it in stinging the corners of her eyes, Kiss-shot sat on her heel and squirmed, wondering how she would make it the remaining hours until the sun faded and she could finally get her relief.
Kiss-shot wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, holding it and feeling like she was on the verge of wetting herself as she waited for the sun to make its painfully slow crawl across the sky. The sun was now tucked behind the water tower from her perspective, and she could no longer judge the time from its position. The shadows, for their part, didn’t seem any closer to the door to her freedom, but she realized that watching the edge of the shadow like a hawk would do nothing to speed up its slow stretch towards the stairwell.
The sun didn’t seem that much closer to setting before Kiss-shot felt another powerful spasm hit her bladder. She scissored her legs and rocked back and forth as she clamped down hard with white-knuckled hands, drawing in a sharp breath as she fought back the wave. It felt like a torrent of her pent-up urine was surging against the floodgates, desperate to force its way out of her overfilled bladder.
She gasped as she felt her muscles spasm and let out a warm spurt of pee into her panties. She squeezed even tighter in a desperate fight to regain control, dreading another leak or possibly even losing control right then and there. Thankfully, she managed to stop it, but the damp patch on her panties was a worrying sign. There was no way she was going to be able to hold it. If she didn’t pee right there, she’d wind up wetting herself anyway.
Kiss-shot tried to fight her body for a few more seconds before resigning herself to peeing where she was. However, instead of moving into a squatting position, she slowly and carefully brought herself to her feet. The effort was immense and she was stuck dancing in place with both hands desperately clamped down on her crotch as she stood there. She hiked up the long fabric of her dress and bunched it up in her arms, trying desperately not to leak without her hands holding herself. She shuffled over to the edge of the shadow, about as far as she could comfortably get, and reached down. She pulled her panties out of the way and spread her lower lips, arching her hips in a standing position. If she was going to pee here, the least she could do was try to get as much distance between her puddle and the shadow as she could.
Not a moment later, she burst. A long, powerful arch spraying out of her and sparkled as it made it out of the shadows and was hit by the sunlight. Her pee splashed onto the ground about half a meter from the shadow’s edge and quickly began to pool. Kiss-shot let out a relieved moan and threw her head back as her body shuddered in relief. Her swollen bladder slowly began to deflate as she continued to pee like a fire hose, a powerful torrent streaming out of her at full blast.
Suddenly however, she could hear the sound of the stairwell door opening behind her and she froze. She wanted to stop peeing as well, but there was no way her taxed muscles or aching bladder would allow her to stop her relief. She turned her head to face the door and was half-mortified and half-relieved to see it was Araragi and Senjougahara.
For his part, Araragi seemed to immediately notice what Kiss-shot was doing and turned around almost immediately. Senjougahara turned to make sure Araragi wasn’t watching before turning around herself, but not before giving Kiss-shot a knowing and apologetic glance.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Y-yeah, sorry,” Araragi blurted out awkwardly next to her.
“No, it’s my fault for doing something so undignified. This place isn’t exactly private, after all.”
The three fell into an awkward silence as Kiss-shot finished peeing, which took quite a while considering how much she had been holding. The only thing breaking the silence was the continuous patter of Kiss-shot’s stream against the roof, splashing as her puddle grew. She blushed and wished her body would hurry up, but her still-swollen bladder was taking it’s sweet time. It felt like she was stuck there, peeing for an eternity, but soon her trail tapered off and Kiss-shot let out one final, satisfied sigh. She fixed her panties and dress and tried to make herself as presentable as possible before turning around.
“Alright, you can look now.”
Araragi and Senjougahara turned around to face her, and Araragi spoke first, “Once again, sorry, Shinobu. When you didn’t come back after last night, I got worried, so we came looking for you.”
“Well, as you can see, I let time get the best of me, and I got stuck under here,” Kiss-shot gestured to the water tank above her.
“You must’ve been here for quite a while,” Senjougahara pointed out, “I don’t envy you. I’m sorry we didn’t get here sooner.”
It was clear she was talking about Kiss-shot’s ordeal that led to her leaving a puddle on the roof. She was grateful that Senjougahara was keeping calm about the whole thing, unlike herself and Araragi, who were both quite embarrassed about the situation.
“Ah, so you got stuck under here and you couldn’t get to a bathroom, which is why-”
Senjougahara lightly slapped Araragi on the back of the head, and gave him a look that told him to shut up.
“I’d appreciate it if we never speak of that again, master,” Kiss-shot spoke quickly. She had a straight face, but she was doing all she could to hide her embarrassment.
“A-ah, right,” Araragi, thankfully, seemed to read the mood.
“Well, anyway, if you would be so kind as to come closer this way…”
Araragi stepped closer to Kiss-shot and she began to sink into his shadow. She could move around freely once again, but more importantly, she was grateful for being able to hide away after getting caught peeing so openly like that.
“I’m tired from being stuck up here all day, so we can discuss what I found out about the oddity later” Kiss-shot spoke as she disappeared, “Preferably at Mister Donut’s.”
“Right,” Araragi nodded in a way that told Kiss-shot he understood.
As Kiss-shot retreated into Araragi’s shadow, she desperately tried to forget what had just happened. She had learned a valuable lesson that day, and would never again allow herself to become stranded in the sunlight. |
Here's another one! This one was an interesting request. It was inspired by this rather odd "instructional" porn(?) video where a woman is teaching other girls how to pee standing up (https://www.erome.com/a/b4jZf0cS). The request was to recreate a scenario where Moxxi and Lilith team up to recreate it to teach new female Vault Hunters how to relieve themselves out in the badlands. This one focuses more on the peeing and the teaching aspects rather than the desperation, but you know me, I slipped some desperation in there anyway~ I hope you all enjoy, and if you're interested in a story commission like this one, feel free to DM me!
Washrooms of the Wastelands
Lilith stood at the entrance to a familiar bar and let out a sigh, mentally preparing herself before she entered. She had no idea why Moxxi had called her down here, but she had been excited, and that was always a wild-card when it came to her. She wasn’t called Mad Moxxi for nothing, after all.
Stepping into the bar, Lilith found Moxxi waiting, sitting atop her bar and looking far too pleased with herself for her own good. She beamed at Lilith and beckoned her over.
“Lilith! Just the woman I wanted to see! Sit down, sit down, sugar! And have a drink, on the house!”
Lilith raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Moxxi as she slid her a red drink on the rocks. Moxxi was definitely up to something.
“You’re buttering me up, aren’t you?” Lilith crossed her arms, though she still picked up the glass and took a tentative sip.
“Who, me? I would never!” Moxxi gasped in mock offense, before realizing that Lilith wasn’t buying her act, “Okay, you caught me. I have a proposal for you. A business venture I cooked up that I need your help with.”
“Oh, is that all?” Lilith let herself relax a little, “And here I was worried it was something crude. Or violent. Or, knowing you, both.”
“Oh come now, am I really that bad?” Moxxi asked, before immediately regretting the question, “Don’t answer that. But moving on to the proposal, you and I both know there’s bound to be an influx of new vault hunters, many of whom will be looking for guidance and wisdom from a more experienced source, such as yourself.”
“You want me to open a school or something? There’s no way I’m teaching a bunch of wannabe hunters.”
“Oh no, nothing so formal, honey,” Moxxi smiled, “Besides, I know your time is precious, Commander. No, I had something else in mind.”
Moxxi produced a camera, and Lilith once more arched an eyebrow at her.
“Tutorial videos?”
“Precisely!” Moxxi smiled, “But not for the obvious stuff. I mean, most of it is common sense, and if those pretty new faces can’t figure it out on their own, they’re gonna die anyway. But I was thinking of teaching some… unconventional wisdom.”
“Like what?” Lilith asked, still hesitant about all this.
“Well, you and I both know that one of the hardest things about being leaving the safety of a settlement, especially for us pretty little ladies, is managing our bodily functions,” Moxxi pointed out, “I mean, any guys are free to whip it out and relieve themselves, but we’ve gotta be a little more tactful. That is, unless we practice with standing up just like the boys.”
“You want us to make a video that teaches aspiring vault hunters how to pee standing up?”
“That’s the idea, sugar!”
“And you’re sure that the target audience of this little scheme of yours is female vault hunters, just wanting to learn?”
“Whatever are you implying?” Moxxi asked.
“Well, you’re not exactly known for your modesty, and I know there are quite a few guys-- and hell, quite a few girls too-- who’d pay good money to watch me undress. I’m sure the peeing part won’t put them off. In fact, for some of them it might be the main attraction.”
“You really think I’d solicit you for some kind of weird fetish video and disguise it as a tutorial for new vault hunters?” Moxxi asked, “I would never, I’m serious on this one.”
Lilith still wasn’t convinced. She finished up the drink Moxxi had handed her and stood up, making her intentions to leave pretty clear.
“Sorry, Moxxi, but even if you’re being serious and this IS just an honest attempt to teach new vault hunters some useful knowledge, you’ll have to find someone else to help out.”
“But you’re more recognizable, and you actually helped FIND a Vault,” Moxxi insisted, “Besides, you and I both know that you’re pretty experienced with peeing standing up. It would look pretty bad if I went with some other lady who made a mess all over herself!”
Lilith still wasn’t interested. She turned her back to Moxxi and took a step towards the door.
“You’ll get a cut! A big cut, too! 30%! And I’ll be willing to part with that bottle of Trinity Whiskey I know you’ve been eyeing on the top shelf for months! I had to twist a lot of arms to get that bottle, but I’ll throw it in to sweeten the deal!”
Lilith let out a sigh. Clearly Moxxi was insistent on this one, and she was sure that even if she turned her down here, Moxxi would bring it up again sooner or later. Besides, that bottle of whiskey was rather tempting.
“Make it 40%, and you’ve got a deal.”
***
“Hello ladies of the wasteland! I bet you’re all just giddy to get out there and tackle the wilderness, fight your way through bandits and monsters, and find your own Vault. But there’s something serious we need to talk about first. Sure, it’s all fun and games to go out there guns blazing, but you’ll need to stay healthy and hydrated out there, and that means soon enough you’ll have to find somewhere to let it all out! That’s right girls, today we’re talking about what to do when you’ve gotta pee!”
Lilith rolled her eyes as she listened to Moxxi speak to the camera. They were currently standing in a rocky valley, out in the middle of the badlands and far away from the eyes of others. They had taken a runner out filled with supplies for the day. Moxxi, ever the performer, had brought plenty of camera equipment, and they also had copious amounts of water and other beverages. Currently Lilith was sipping on a large bottle of water and starting to regret her decision, especially with Moxxi’s painful script.
“That’s right, girls! It’s totally unfair that guys get to just whip it out and go wherever, especially when a good toilet is so hard to find out here! But that’s where we come in! I’m here with resident veteran Vault Hunter Lilith herself to show you girls that we can pee standing up just as well!”
Moxxi wrapped an arm around Lilith and pulled her into view of the camera, whispering for her to smile. Lilith forced a grin and Moxxi continued.
“Right now it would be a good idea to set aside some time and get some drinks! You’ll want to be nice and filled up for this tutorial! It might seem like a bad idea to practice on a full bladder, but sometimes you need that extra pressure! That’s why me and Lilith here are getting nice and full!”
Moxxi pointed to Lilith’s water bottle, and Lilith took a convincing swig. She wasn’t feeling full yet, but Moxxi had dragged her out here without letting her go to the bathroom first, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to go.
“So set aside some time for today! While you get ready, let’s talk about some of the reasons why you might not want to rely on peeing like a proper lady, especially out here!”
Moxxi then cut the recording, and began setting up the angle, “Okay, so next we should think of some stories to tell them while we’re getting filled up!”
“What kind of stories?” Lilith asked, taking another swig from her bottle. She polished it off and before she knew it, Moxxi was handing her another drink, while grabbing her own from the back of the runner.
“Well, I was thinking we could share some of the horror stories of the bathrooms we’ve found out there, places you just really don’t want to sit down. Or times when you were forced to hold it because there wasn’t a convenient place to go.”
“That’s a bit embarrassing though, right?”
“I guess, but how else are we gonna convince the newbies that they’re really gonna want to have this technique in their back pocket?”
“Well, I did pick up the habit because I was tired of finding porta potties that looked more like a psycho’s art project than a toilet.”
“Hang on, hang on, sweetie. Save the material for the camera! By the way, I’ve almost got it set up!”
Moxxi finished fiddling with the camera and had it pointed towards the two of them as they leaned up against the runner and sipped on their drinks.
“So, while our darling Lilith here is getting filled up, let’s talk about some of the reasons you might not want to rely on the restrooms scattered around Pandora’s many wastelands! Lilith, have any good stories to share?”
“W-well,” Lilith paused, partially out of embarrassment and partially to come up with a concrete example. Of course she had many struggles with a full bladder while out in the wastes, but it took her some time to conjure up a solid memory.
“There was this one time I got caught out in the desert. My vehicle was busted and I was running low on ammo and supplies. I had just taken down a few Scythids and I was afraid some of my flashier moves had attracted the attention of the bandits. That’s when I realized that I really had to pee. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop, so I was forced to hold it and keep moving. Eventually, I found a small camp the bandits had set up. It was well-guarded, but it had plenty of supplies. I really didn’t want to go into a fight on a full bladder, but there was nowhere else to go.”
Lilith felt her bladder twinge. She thought it might’ve just been her story and recalling how desperate she had been, but then she noticed that she was starting to fill up. She crossed her legs together subtly as she took another swig of her drink.
Moxxi looked over and asked, “You didn’t think to pop a squat where you were hiding?”
“No, there were barely enough rocks to hide behind, and there were some psychos patrolling around. I was afraid they’d notice if I went, and I had to piss so bad I knew once I started I’d be stuck there until I finished. Also this was when I was a little less experienced, so I was really trying to make it to somewhere with some actual privacy.”
“You heard it, girls! You won’t always get a chance to find privacy out in the wastes, you gotta be willing to go when and where you can!”
Lilith nodded, “Anyway, I managed to clear out the camp while holding it, but naturally by the time I was done, I was beyond bursting. I practically kicked down the door to the outhouse, but naturally the toilet seat was disgusting. Don’t leave janitorial duties up to bandits if you could help it. But I didn’t have time to be picky. I was forced to hover over the seat awkwardly and I still managed to piss all over the place. My shoes got sprayed pretty bad, and I nearly slipped a few times.”
“So, you’d say that being able to pee standing up would’ve saved your hide there?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Lilith nodded. She shuffled a bit uncomfortably, feeling another nagging signal from her bladder. She looked over to see if Moxxi noticed, but the other woman was looking at the camera. If Moxxi was starting to feel it too, she gave no indication as she continued.
“Stories like that are far more common than you think! Even I have my own,” Moxxi began, “See, this was back when I did more shooting and stabbing than hosting and bartending. I was in a real mess with some raiders, especially since they caught me looting one of their caches. I was armed to the tits, of course, but there were too many of them to take on all at once. I wound up hiding in an abandoned camp. I held out for as long as I could, but they were keen on finding me and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I tried to sneak out to take a quick leak, but I had to mess with my belt and by the time I got my pants down, they caught me and chased me away. And let me tell you, there are few things that suck worse than having to run away with a full bladder.”
Lilith felt her bladder send a sympathetic spasm, and she resisted the urge to grab herself, merely shuffling her legs as she listened to Moxxi’s story.
“I thought I lost them and was seriously about to burst, so I popped a squat… and nearly got my head shot off for my troubles. I was back up and running again in a flash, but my bladder wasn’t happy with me, especially after teasing it with relief twice. I could barely run with my bladder so full, and those raiders were hot on my trail. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I wound up totally pissing myself while running from those bastards. If I had been able to pee standing up, I could’ve been more inconspicuous, and I probably wouldn’t have had to wet myself just to make it out alive.”
Lilith didn’t know why she was surprised that Moxxi was willing to admit to straight-up wetting herself, but she seriously hoped Moxxi wasn’t about to ask her to share a similar story. Actually, she could feel her bladder filling up pretty fast at this point, and was hoping that Moxxi would move on to the part where she got to pee.
“So, now that we’ve explained some of the horrors of holding out for a proper bathroom out here, I hope you girls understand the importance of being able to pee quickly and efficiently! And there’s nothing more quick and efficient than peeing standing up!”
Moxxi moved the camera and pointed it at Lilith, particularly focusing on her legs, which she was having a hard time keeping still, “But it looks like our resident Vault Hunter is starting to fill up, so I think it’s about time we found somewhere to start the tutorial proper!”
Moxxi switched off the camera and smiled, “That was pretty perfect timing if you ask me!”
“Yeah, great timing, now let’s hurry up, where are we doing this?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Moxxi looked around, scanning the wasteland, “See anything good?”
“I thought the point of this was teaching people how to go anywhere?”
“Well, that’s the idea, but we still need to be a little cinematic about this! Besides, we’re pretty out in the open here, so we should find someplace safer. It wouldn’t do if some bandits or a big nasty creature came by and ruined our shoot.”
“Well hurry it up, I already gotta go.”
“Hold on, sugar, literally and figuratively,” Moxxi grinned, “I gotta pack up the equipment first.”
Lilith sat down in the driver’s seat of the runner and squirmed as she waited for Moxxi to pack up the camera. She rubbed her thighs together and tried to gauge the fullness of her bladder. She didn’t have to go that bad, but those stories had really heightened her desperation, and who knew how particular Moxxi would be about the location.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Lilith let out a sigh.
A few long minutes later, and Moxxi had finished packing up and hopped into the other seat, “Alright, let’s look for something!”
“Finally,” Lilith stepped on the gas and sped off. She let out an oof as the off-roader ran over a few rocks and jumped into the air. This was not a good vehicle to drive on a full bladder, “We should’ve picked somewhere to go before I filled up.”
“I promise I won’t be too picky,” Moxxi replied, scanning around for some place for them to shoot the next part.
True to her words, it didn’t take Moxxi long to spot somewhere suitable for the next part of their tutorial. It was a broken down and abandoned starliner that had been thoroughly stripped of anything of interest. It was run down, but there was a mostly in-tact shower cabin.
“Perfect for practice!” Moxxi had said, “I know you don’t need any, honey, but I’m willing our audience will want their first attempts to be somewhere more private.”
“Sure, just hurry up, please,” Lilith asked. The bumpy drive had really taken its toll, and she was just eager to pee already. Part of her wondered if this was part of Moxxi’s plan. If she had been less desperate, she probably would be more hesitant to pee on camera, but now she didn’t care as long as she could empty her bladder.
Moxxi set up the camera and began her narration again, even as Lilith squirmed in the background.
“As you can see, we found an abandoned starliner that’s the perfect place to practice! We definitely recommend trying this technique out in the shower a few times before trying it out in the wastelands. There will be plenty of opportunities to go on the long flight to Pandora! It can take some time to get a neat stream, and to avoid getting your clothes wet! This is also why we recommend you to be absolutely bursting first! It can really help you blast that pee out of there! Generally, when you first start, your body’s going to try to resist. After all, we women aren’t used to letting it flow while standing. You’re probably going to want to naturally bend your knees, but you definitely want to fight this and keep them straight. Unzip your clothes and get your crotch uncovered, and then use your fingers to spread and aim!”
That was the cue. Lilith quickly fidgeted with her buckle and unzipped her shorts, pulling them down just enough to expose her crotch. She placed a finger on each side of her lower lips and spread, adjusting herself so her pee-hole was angled upwards and away from her underwear. She then relaxed and her stream shot out of her immediately. Her puddle splashed against the floor of the shower, but with the water off and the whole shower inoperable, it pooled in a puddle at the bottom, mixing with the dust and grime from the shower’s disuse.
Lilith’s stream stayed strong and clean as it arched away from her clothes. She was peeing like that for some time before she finally felt her bladder empty. She adjusted as her flow started to taper off, and she managed to finish with minimal dribbles. She then fixed her clothes and Moxxi gave some closing comments to the camera before turning it off.
“Good job!” Moxxi smiled, heading over to her. She already had another bottle lined up, and Lilith opened it up and took a swig, “That was an expert performance. Perhaps a little too good, we are supposed to be showing novices, after all.”
Lilith rolled her eyes, “What, do you want me to piss on myself next time?”
“No, of course not, sugar,” Moxxi waved her hand, “But you didn’t have to make it look so easy!”
Lilith drank as she watched Moxxi take down her equipment and begin hauling it back out to the runner. Lilith helped, grabbing the tripod and some light stands and headed out, shoving the stuff in the back. The two climbed into the vehicle and Lilith let out a sigh.
“Well, we have some time to kill before I fill up again, so now what?”
“Start driving around, I have an idea,” Moxxi replied. She grabbed the camera from the back and pointed it out to the wastes, “We can get some good B-roll of the wastelands.”
“Sounds good,” Lilith began driving.
The two spent quite a while idly chatting as Moxxi recorded the badlands rushing past her window. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for Lilith to start to feel pressure from her bladder. She supposed she had to pee so soon because she had already held it earlier. Her bladder was already tired and she could feel it filling up faster. It also didn’t help that Moxxi made sure she always had a drink to sip on. As she finished her water bottle, she was handed a big bottle of some sort of sports drink “to keep up her electrolytes”.
Lilith was going to wait until Moxxi said she was satisfied with her B-roll footage, but her nagging bladder was starting to take precedence.
“We should look for the next place to film,” Lilith replied, shuffling her legs as she drove.
“Gotta go already?” Moxxi teased. Lilith shot her a dirty look and Moxxi took the hint. She turned out the window to find somewhere for them to stop.
“Hmmm…. Let’s see, maybe this time it should be something like an abandoned camp or somewhere…”
Moxxi kept scanning the wastes, and as Lilith drove she could feel each bump jostle her bladder. She waited anxiously for Moxxi to point something out, but the other woman just kept scanning the horizon with a scrutinizing gaze. Lilith couldn’t tell if she was stalling a bit on purpose, or if she was genuinely looking for something, but it didn’t really matter to her bladder.
Fifteen agonizing minutes of driving later, and Moxxi’s eyes finally lit up, “There, in the distance, there’s a bandit camp.”
“Finally,” Lilith looked up, expecting to see an abandoned bandit campsite, however, as they grew closer, something became increasingly apparent, “Hey, Moxxi, that’s not an abandoned camp. I see psychos wandering around the gates.”
“That’s nothing a little violence can’t fix for us!” Moxxi grinned, producing a couple of weapons from her cleavage. Lilith was always surprised and somewhat unnerved by the amount of firepower Moxxi could hide in there, but she was always too nervous to ask how she did it.
Unfortunately, Lilith wasn’t hoping for a fight, and neither was her bladder, “Can we find somewhere else, I really want to pee already.”
“What, don’t tell me you can’t hold it? Between the two of us, it won’t take five minutes.”
Lilith grunted as she felt her bladder protest and she grabbed a gun. She crashed her runner into one of the psychos and the bandits started firing on them, but Moxxi had her covered, blasting them with an incendiary round.
She and Lilith lept from the runner and charged into the camp, and sure enough, it didn’t take them long to clear it out. Unfortunately, all the running around, ducking, and shooting had done a number on Lilith’s bladder, and as Moxxi scouted for the perfect place to shoot the next scene, Lilith squirmed and crossed her legs.
“Oh, this will do nicely! They’ve been using this really gross makeshift outhouse as a bathroom, it looks like. Wouldn’t want to put my ass anywhere near this thing.”
Lilith looked over at what was more or less a glorified hole in a wooden shack. It was every bit as gross as she expected from bandits, and true to Moxxi’s idea, the exact reason why being able to pee standing up was a godsend.
“I’ll get set up real quick! Hang tight, sweetie!” Moxxi smiled, heading back to the runner and grabbing some supplies.
“Hurry it up already!”
Moxxi seemed to take her time setting up the camera, fiddling with the lights and making Lilith wait. Knowing her sadistic side, Lilith wasn’t surprised if she was taking her time on purpose. She kept shuffling in place and rubbing her knees together. She felt a sudden desperate spasm, and was forced to grab herself.
“What’s taking so long? I really gotta piss!”
“Sorry, it’s hard to get the right kind of lighting on this, especially since you’ll be standing in the way of the light once you’re in position.”
After what felt like ages, Moxxi finally finished setting up the lights and started recording. Lilith was hoping she’d get a quick cue to pee, but instead, Moxxi began narrating once again.
“As you can see here, girls, this is exactly the kind of nasty toilet you can expect to find in the wastelands! Would you sit down on this thing? I know I wouldn’t! Lilith here wouldn’t either, even though she’s absolutely desperate! So what is there to do? Pee standing up, of course!”
Lilith wasn’t thrilled at Moxxi pointing out her desperation, or focusing the camera on her urgent squirming, but she really just wanted Moxxi to give her the cue to go. She was bursting. Instead, however, Moxxi continued with her spiel.
“Having something to aim at, even a gross hole like this, can be better than just trying to pee out in the open! Being able to aim is an important skill to have when peeing standing up. It’s pretty easy for guys, but it can be tricky for girls, especially if you need to use your other hand to hold your panties out of the way, or keep your skirt hiked up! It might be good to practice with your pants pulled down, or not wearing any clothes at all, just until you get the hang of aiming. Of course, eventually you’ll need to practice with clothes on too.”
Moxxi continued to explain the technique, and Lilith knew she was supposed to wait until she was done, but she just couldn’t hold it anymore. She waited as long as she could, but her bladder sent a powerful wave of desperation and Lilith reached down for her belt. Moxxi caught on and adjusted the camera as she was finishing up her explanation, and Lilith pulled down her pants and panties, flashing the camera shortly before the floodgates opened.
Her strong stream shot out in a spray as she finally emptied her bladder into the makeshift outhouse. She was aiming for the hole, but some of her stream dribbled out onto the sides and the filthy seat. She resisted the urge to audibly moan as the pressure inside her slowly subsided.
Moxxi focused on her powerful stream, capturing every moment with her camera. Once again, any embarrassment that Lilith would’ve felt was utterly drowned out by the sheer relief. She wasn’t sure if she had to pee so bad because she already held it once today, or because Moxxi had stalled, but whatever the reason, she was relieved to finally be peeing.
With Moxxi no longer narrating, there was nothing but the sound of her pee splashing into whatever sorry excuse this makeshift outhouse had for a tank, and Lilith’s heavy breathing from the previous strain of holding it in. It seemed like her stream just kept going on and on, but eventually it started weakening, and soon it slowed to a trickle, and then drops as Lilith fully emptied herself.
“That was definitely an impressive display, hun!” Moxxi spoke to the camera as Lilith pulled her pants back up and turned around, “I don’t think holding it would’ve been in the cards, so it’s good that Lilith has the skills to pee standing up!”
She then switched off the camera and once again began packing their stuff up, “That was a huge piss, you must’ve been bursting.”
“I was, thanks to you,” Lilith crossed her arms, “Anyway, what next?”
“Well, I think we got enough footage out here, besides, it’s getting kind of late. No sense in getting caught out here in the dark, I didn’t bring enough lights to get us good night shots,” Moxxi replied.
“Back to the bar it is, then,” Lilith agreed. She was grateful it was over.
As the two packed up, Lilith noticed Moxxi squirming around a bit herself, and it had occured to her that this whole time, Moxxi hadn’t peed once. She half-expected Moxxi to ask her to wait, but instead, she quickly packed up her equipment and hopped into the passenger’s seat again.
“Let’s hurry back, sugar!”
Lilith hopped into the driver’s seat and the two began making their way back to town. They had driven quite a ways away looking for suitable places for their shoots, so it would be a long ride home. Moxxi wasn’t as chatty as normal, and Lilith snuck glances over at her as she drove. She was pressing her thighs together and shuffling in her seat. Lilith wasn’t sure before, but she definitely had to pee.
Lilith briefly considered asking Moxxi if she wanted her to stop somewhere so she could pee, but Moxxi wasn’t the kind of shy woman who’d need someone else to suggest that for her, and part of Lilith wanted to watch Moxxi squirm a little after she kept her waiting so long. Lilith sped up slightly and ran over some bumps on the road, and Moxxi reacted by squeezing her legs together tighter and pressing down on the front of her skirt.
As they kept driving, Lilith saw Moxxi get more and more restless, the discomfort and desperation clear on her face. Her knees bobbed up and down and she was outright holding herself this time. Lilith was starting to wonder if Moxxi would hold it like that for the whole trip back, but after a particularly rough bump, Moxxi turned to her.
“Sweetie, could you pull over? I gotta piss like mad,” Moxxi finally admitted.
“I could tell,” Lilith pointed out, pulling over to a rocky outcrop that would give Moxxi some privacy.
Moxxi dove out of the car, dancing in place as she grabbed herself, but then she turned around, “Wait, we should film this too, Lilith, could you grab the camera?”
Lilith grabbed the camera from the back, even as Moxxi squirmed in place impatiently.
“Okay, got it,” Lilith replied, “I’m pretty sure I can figure out the basics, but don’t expect it to look stellar.”
“It’s fine,” Moxxi replied, shifting her weight from foot to foot, “I’d give you a crash course, but I really can’t hold it. Just hurry and point that thing this way! And make sure it’s recording.”
Lilith did as instructed and Moxxi wasted no time hiking up her short dress and pulling her stockings and panties down and out of the way. Lilith tried to hold the camera steady as she captured Moxxi letting loose out onto the tire of the runner. She made no attempts to hide her relief, letting out a moan of satisfaction as her pee glinted off the setting sun and ran down the face of the tire. It pooled at her feet and Moxxi was forced to step backwards as it spread out on the rocky ground below.
Lilith wasn’t sure if Moxxi had planned this for the very beginning, or if this had been more impromptu, but she was surprised Moxxi had been holding so much. She stood there and filmed as Moxxi continued to pee on the tire. She wasn’t about to attempt some cheesy narration, so the clip was just filled with the sounds of Moxxi’s relieved sighs and her stream pattering against the tire.
Finally, it trickled off, and Moxxi flashed the camera before smiling, “I really needed that!”
She then fixed her dress and headed over to Lilith’s side of the camera, making sure the recording was off and giving it a quick once-over.
“Eh, it’s not great quality, kind of shaky. We didn’t have time to set up the lights either, so it’s kind of dim too.”
“Sorry,” Lilith apologized, “Told you I wasn’t super good at this.”
“No worries, hun! We can always use this as B-roll! Besides, you’re the star of this show, I wouldn’t want to steal the limelight!”
Lilith rolled her eyes and the two got back into the runner. With both of them now fully relieved, they made a beeline back towards the settlement.
***
It was night by the time they got back to the bar. Normally it would be open at this time, but Moxxi closed it for the day to give themselves plenty of time to record. So, Lilith was sitting at an empty bar, waiting for Moxxi to come back in with the last of her equipment.
“Aaand there we go!” Moxxi replied, carrying in the tripod and the camera, “That was fun trip, wasn’t it, hun?”
“Well, I could think of worse ways I could’ve spent my day,” Lilith answered, “I’m still not 100% sold on this idea of yours. And what’s with your cheesy narration? I’m pretty sure you used the phrase ‘Blast that pee out of there’ earlier? You couldn’t come up with anything better?”
“Well, that’s what people like with these things, I guess,” Moxxi shrugged.
“With what things?”
Moxxi’s eyes widened and she held up her hands defensively, “Oh, you know, tutorial things. It’s a tutorial vid, hun, it’s supposed to be cheesy!”
“Well, at least we’re done with it,” Lilith let out a sigh, “We are done with it, right?”
“Well, I did have one last idea,” Moxxi smiled, “But I’m sure you’re not full enough to go again yet, so take a drink and unwind! I’ll get it set up.!”
“Fine, but now that we’re not driving, I’ll be taking that Trinity Whiskey you promised.”
“Coming right up, sugar!”
Moxxi poured her a tulip glass with the brown-amber liquid and placed the bottle on the counter next to her. Lilith sipped at it carefully. This stuff was expensive and she wasn’t about to throw it back, no matter how much she wanted to after today. It was also very strong, and sure enough, the alcohol had hit her and her bladder faster than she would’ve liked. She would definitely be ready for the final scene when Moxxi came back.
Fifteen minutes later, Lilith was starting to squirm again. She had pushed her bladder twice today and booze always seemed to go right through her. Luckily for her, Moxxi reappeared, smiling mischievously.
“I’m all ready! Follow me!”
Lilith followed Moxxi towards the bathrooms, but Moxxi didn’t head into the women’s stall. Instead, she stepped into the men’s room, and Lilith followed. The lights had been set up pointed at the urinals, and Lilith’s shoulders slumped as she realized exactly where this was going.
“Urinals! Come on, what better way to top off a video about girl’s peeing standing up than properly using something designed specifically for the boys?”
“Let’s just get this over with already,” Lilith said. The tingling feeling in her bladder from the alcohol and her already tired muscles had drained her of what little motivation she had to protest.
“Great!”
Moxxi started up the camera, “Now girls, it’s time for the final exam! You’ve gotten the practice, and the aim, so now it’s time to put that all into practice and use what was once forbidden for us ladies! That’s right, the urinal!”
As Moxxi continued, Lilith tapped her foot impatiently, and Moxxi signaled for her to get in position. Lilith did so eagerly, stepping up to the urinal and unfastening her shorts, pulling them down just enough to stay modest from behind as she waited for Moxxi’s cue. Surprisingly, however, instead of staying behind her to record, Moxxi stepped over to the urinal next to her. At first Lilith wondered if Moxxi would join her, but it seemed like she was going to record from the perspective of someone using the urinal next to her and watching.
“Now, let’s watch how our darling Lilith here expertly uses a urinal, just like a man!”
For the first time, Lilith felt a little self-conscious, but she hurriedly got into position and aimed. She could feel Moxxi and the camera’s eyes on her as she relaxed her muscles and her stream flowed out of her neatly and into the urinal. It pattered onto the splash guard and she let out a relieved sigh, forgetting for a second that Moxxi was recording.
She was left there with the awkward sensation of being watched and recorded as she peed openly into the urinal. Moxxi then signaled to her again, and she looked over to see her silently mouthing the words “smile at the camera!”
Lilith forced a smile as she continued to pee and Moxxi jumped in with the narration, “So as you can see, even if you’re a lady, with enough practice, you can pee like a guy, which is super helpful when wandering the wastelands of Pandora! Remember girls, expert vault hunters pee standing up!”
Lilith finished up shortly after and Moxxi turned off the camera. Lilith, face flushed both from the embarrassment and the alcohol, pulled her pants back up and washed her hands before crossing her arms at Moxxi.
“I hope we’re done now. You should’ve warned me about that last part.”
“Sorry, but yes, hun, I think that does it!”
“I want to see the final product when it’s done. Before you sell it to anyone.”
“Of course! I’ll call you in a couple of days when it’s finished, and you can tell me what you think! Now, what do you say we both get ourselves some more drinks. After all, we’ve got the bar to ourselves and the night’s young!”
***
A few days later, Lilith got the call, and she made her back to the bar. This time, however, Moxxi led her into the upper floors where she lived, so they could watch the video in private. The more they got through the video, the more Lilith wanted to sink into the couch she was sitting on and disappear. Moxxi hadn’t been shy about the filming angles, and there were plenty of times when her crotch was fully visible, even though Moxxi had been filming from behind.
There was also just something a little bit suspicious about the whole thing, especially the final scene where Moxxi had filmed her at the urinal. It was shot from the perspective of someone standing at the urinal and looking over, and the angles and movement up and down Lilith’s body definitely raised some eyebrows.
By the time it was over, Lilith let out a sigh and crossed her arms, “You did trick me into filming some kind of weird fetish video, didn’t you?”
“What, of course not? Didn’t you hear my narration, my expert presentation? This is just a tutorial!”
“Oh, don’t give me that. Even to an innocent mind, this is blatantly sexual. And I know your mind isn’t innocent. What’s with all the shots of my ass, and me squirming around having to pee? And don’t even get me started on the last part!”
“You really think this was all a show for the guys, sugar?”
“Yes,” Lilith replied blatantly.
Moxxi let out a sigh, “Well, the gig’s up, I suppose.”
“I want a bigger cut.”
“Huh?” Moxxi asked, “You’re okay with it?”
“Yes, well,” Lilith crossed her arms, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me outright, and tried to trick me. But this isn’t that bad, and if you’re convinced that people will pay money for this, then I want a bigger cut than you promised.”
“Deal,” Moxxi smiled instantly, “And I promise next time I’ll be more up-front about it.”
“Next time?” Lilith asked, the concern clear in her voice.
“Of course! I mean, if this brings in the numbers like I’m sure it will, then the lucrative thing will be to make a sequel! I already have some great ideas.” |
Here's another Love Live! story! This one was a massive commission by @Zenkopan with all 9 girls trapped at night in a venue where they have no access to the bathroom! It was a massive undertaking and I had a lot of fun juggling everything around, from the girl's different personalities to their differing levels of desperation, as well as how well they could hold it while desperate. Ultimately I think I did a pretty good job, so I hope you all enjoy! And if you're interested in a commission like this, feel free to DM me!
Locked in the Venue
Umi let out a sigh as she found herself struggling with the complicated stage costume she had been stuck in for the past hour. Around her, the other girls were also in various stages of undress as they similarly fought the convoluted idol outfits. All of them were exhausted and ready to call it a night from the busy day they had.
It was the eve of one of their biggest live performances to date, and by some miracle they had managed to land one of the more prominent auditoriums in the region. All of them had been eager to hop on the occasion, especially since their previous plans had fallen through, literally. The roof of the previous venue they had planned on using had part of its roof collapse due to poor maintenance and water damage. Right as the girls were panicking and thinking they would have to cancel the live, Maki’s family jumped in and found them their current stage.
It was a nice place too. Where the old place was pretty bare-bones, here the girls would have a full crew backing them up, as well people coordinating the stage effects and fancy lighting, and all the technical equipment. However, the upgrade came with a cost, and that was the weight and pressure of all the expectations. This live had to be perfect.
So today, Umi had joined all the others in setting and coordinating everything ahead of time. They had spent the better part of the day getting the stage set up and in order, discussing how the concert would go with managers and technicians. Going through safety drills, testing equipment, and of course, rehearsing and rehearsing until their legs were sore.
Most of the day they had spent in workout clothes. Stretchy, breathable, and easy to move around in. However, the last couple of rehearsals they had done in the uniforms they would be wearing on stage tomorrow. Mostly to make sure everyone could dance around comfortably enough despite the intricacy, and also to make sure there weren’t any impending wardrobe malfunctions, and that their microphones could be easily strung through and hidden by their outfits.
But now it was late, and the venue was closing. So here they all were, changing out of their costumes and into more casual clothes. Umi found herself buttoning up a pink blouse with frilly sleeves, tucking it into a simple black skirt.
She finished getting dressed and looked over to see Kotori zip up a frilled white skirt before slipping on a yellow t-shirt. Honoka, who was already dressed, joined them, wearing a tied orange tank top over a white shirt, and a pleated blue skirt.
“Wow, today was crazy, wasn’t it? I’m exhausted,” she beamed, her excitement and energy contradicting her words, “I hope you’re ready for tomorrow!”
“I’m so nervous,” Kotori admitted, “but I’m excited!”
“Yeah, everything today makes it really feel overwhelming,” Umi acknowledged, “But we practiced as much as we can, and everyone worked really hard to make sure things go smoothly tomorrow.”
The three made their way out of the changing rooms and waited for the rest of the group to catch up. It didn’t take long for Rin and Hanayo to follow, with Rin wearing a frilled yellow sundress and dark grey spats, and Hayano had a sleeveless blue v neck pulled over a white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts.
“Hey you two!” Honoka smiled as the door to the dressing room closed behind them, “Excited for the big day tomorrow!”
“Y-yeah,” Hanayo nodded, though it was clear she was a bundle of nerves from the tone of her voice.
“My heart’s racing just thinking about it,” Rin spoke, placing a hand on her chest for emphasis, “But I think everything came out great. I really love the amazing outfits you made for us, Kotori!”
“Thank you! It’s always a challenge making something stunning that’s also easy to move around in,” Kotori admitted, “Luckily, some of the staff here were able to help me make last-minute changes to make them more comfortable.”
“The staff here are incredible, aren’t they?”
The girls turned around to hear Eli coming out of the changing room next, with Nozomi close behind. Eli was wearing a dark blue blouse over a long sleeve white t-shirt, with a pair of tight-fitting khaki pants. Behind her, Nozomi stood smiling, wearing a low-cut black t-shirt with a constellation pattern across the front, and a long purple skirt that stopped just below the knees.
“They’re very friendly, but it’s clear they care about making sure everything goes smoothly,” Nozomi added.
“I don’t think we could’ve done anything like this without their help,” Umi agreed.
“Yeah, all the technical stuff totally goes over my head,” Rin admitted.
“It’s incredible they fit all the timing and stage effects to the dance routine we already came up with,” Eli nodded, crossing her arms, “Normally everyone’s coordinating that kind of stuff from the start. The fact that they were able to adapt is impressive.”
Everyone continued to talk about how impressive the staff was for helping them put everything together, especially on such short notice, until finally Maki and Nico made their way out of the dressing room.
“Sorry for taking so long,” Maki said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She was wearing a white blouse with a black blazer over it, and a matching pencil skirt with a red belt, “Someone was hogging the mirror to tie her hair up.”
“Hey, you were the one who took forever to brush your hair afterwards,” Nico pointed out. She was wearing a light pink tank top over a white shirt, and a frilly pastel pink and orange skirt, “at least I didn’t need Eli’s help getting out of my stage costume.”
“I didn’t want to rip the costume, which you nearly did trying to squirm out of it without undoing the straps!”
“I did not almost rip it. It was fine!”
“Hey, you two…” Honoka began, “Let’s get going now that we’re all here, we don’t want to hold up the staff.”
“The staff was very friendly, we wouldn’t want to trouble them,” Nozomi agreed.
Everyone nodded, and the girls made their way down the hallway towards the back entrance as a group. As they walked, they passed by a pair of staff bathrooms, and Umi felt the slightest of urges from her bladder. She paused, wondering if she should stop and go now while she had the chance, when Rin chimed in.
“Hey, wait up, I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick!”
“M-me too,” Hanayo chimed in, blushing.
“The train ride back home will be about thirty minutes, so it’s probably a good idea for anyone who needs to go,” Eli pointed out.
Umi was grateful people had spoken up. She was sure she could comfortably make it through a 30 minute train ride, but she figured if the opportunity was there, she’d take it. Maki and Eli also stepped towards the bathroom, as well as Kotori, who actually seemed a bit eager now that Umi was watching her closely. Umi was about to join them, when Rin reached for the door and heard the thud of the door being stopped short by a lock.
“No luck, huh?” Maki asked.
Rin tried again, but still the door wouldn’t budge.
“Well, I guess that makes sense,” Kotori noted, “They were locking everything up, after all, since they’re closing.”
“Rin, are you going to be alright?” Eli asked.
Rin hesitated and glanced over to Hanayo, who flashed her a brief nod, and then nodded herself, “Yeah, I can hold it. I just figured I’d go while we were passing by!”
Umi felt a twinge in her bladder now that she was denied her chance to go. She hadn’t even been thinking about it before, but now that she would have to wait through the train ride, her bladder was voicing its protests. Still, she didn’t have to go that badly, and it was easy enough for her to push the need to the back of her mind.
The girls continued their way to the back where they caught one of the staff members waiting for them. She smiled at them politely, “You girls ready to leave?”
“Yup!” Honoka smiled, leading the way out the door, “Alright, I looked up the way to the station earlier, so-”
Honoka paused, reaching into her skirt pocket, then panicking and reaching into her bag. Umi immediately picked up that something was wrong.
“Did you lose your phone somewhere?”
“I could’ve sworn I had it while I was changing, but I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Do you need to go back to the changing room to look for it?” The staff member asked.
“Y-yeah, sorry, I didn’t want to hold you up!” Honoka apologized.
“Maybe we should all go help you look,” Umi suggested, “I know you said you just had it, but knowing you, it might take us longer to find it.”
“You do have a tendency to be clumsy at times,” Kotori agreed.
“Hey!”
“Sorry about this,” Maki turned to the staff member apologetically.
“No worries! Actually, if you girls are just going back to look through the changing room, you can go back out through the front. This door back here will lock once I lock up, but the front doors only lock from the outside. That way you can take your time looking without worrying about keeping me waiting.”
“Thank you very much, we’ll do that!” Honoka smiled.
The staff member smiled, and once she ushered the girls back into the building, they heard the sound of her locking the back door from the other side.
Nozomi turned to Honoka and nodded, “Well, let’s not waste any time and find your phone.”
The girls all made their way back the way they came, and Umi cast a sideways glance toward the locked doors of the bathrooms once more. She also noticed Hanayo do the same, and realized the shy girl was particularly antsy. If she were to guess, Rin’s request to use the bathroom earlier was more for Hanayo than herself, and Hanayo seemed to need to go more than she was letting on. Umi also caught Kotori cast a longing glance that way as well, though it was only for a brief moment.
Once they got there, all nine of them filed back into the room and Umi spoke up.
“Let’s make this quick, I’ll try calling her,” Umi suggested.
She reached for her phone and tapped Honoka’s contact. However, after her phone rang a couple of times, she heard the dreaded beeps of the signal failing to go through. Surprised, Umi looked down at her phone, only to notice she had no cell service for some reason.
“Huh, my phone doesn’t have signal, anyone else want to try?”
One by one, the girls all tried their phones, but sure enough, none of them seemed to be able to make the call. That threw a wrench into the works. They had hoped it would be a quick affair, simply popping in, finding Honoka’s phone immediately, and leaving. Now they had to look for the phone on their own, and Umi was even more worried this search would wind up being a longer ordeal.
Even worse, given Hanayo’s restless shuffling, they were now up against the clock. Umi herself felt another slight nag from her bladder that she pushed to the back of her mind.
“Well, we’re just going to have to look for it the old-fashioned way,” Umi sighed.
The girls began scouring the room, searching high and low for Honoka’s phone. However, despite Honoka’s insistence that she had it when they were changing, a cursory search of the changing rooms turned up nothing.
“Sorry,” Honoka apologized, “I was sure it was here!”
“How about we split up?” Nozomi suggested, “I can go with Eli and Nico and we can search the halls, and Hanayo, Rin, and Maki can head back towards the stage area to see if you dropped it there.”
“Yeah, and you can stay here with me and Kotori and we can keep looking here,” Umi agreed.
“I’m good with that,” Maki nodded.
“Sounds good, thank you,” Honoka forced a smile even as she slumped her shoulders.
The three groups split up as Umi stayed with Kotori and Honoka, scouring the dressing room. They first checked where Honoka was changing, and then checked the stage outfits. Finally, they made their way to the rack of costumes and accessories. Every once in a while, Umi would make a sudden movement, or bend down, and receive a nagging signal from her bladder. It was still filling up, and she was beginning to think maybe them stopping by the restrooms at the train station would be necessary, especially considering how Hanayo was acting earlier.
Umi also found herself glancing over at Kotori, and could immediately tell her friend also had to go to the bathroom. Perhaps it was from knowing her for so long, but Kotori’s movements were definitely stiff and somewhat uncomfortable, and whenever she wasn’t bent over looking for the phone, she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Kotori wasn’t the kind of person to exhibit that kind of restless energy, so Umi was fairly certain she had to pee, and if it was this noticeable, then she probably had to go more than Umi did at this point
Umi quickened the pace, continuing to rummage through the changing room along with the others. Finally, after going over the stage costumes yet again, this time being more thorough and patting each one down, Umi felt a rectangular lump in a fancy sailor’s jacket. She reached in and sure enough she found Honoka’s cell phone at the bottom of the surprisingly deep pocket.
“Oh, hehehe, I was trying on the outfits earlier,” Honoka smiled sheepishly, scratching at the back of her head, “I must’ve slipped my phone into one of the pockets by mistake.”
“Why would you be trying on one of these costumes?” Kotori asked.
“I thought the staff told us not to touch them?” Umi frowned, crossing her arms.
“Oh come on! I just wanted to see what it was like to be a swashbuckling pirate!” Honoka smiled. She slung the jacket over her shoulders once again, curled her finger into a hook shape and closed one of her eyes, “Arrr, ye scurvy dogs, I’ll make ye walk the plank!”
Umi continued to glare at Honoka deadpan, though apparently Kotori had found it much more funny, and was stifling a laugh, squeezing her thighs together and holding her stomach she tried not to outright chuckle.
“Anyway, we should get back to the others to let them know you found your phone,” Umi suggested.
“Yes, let’s hurry,” Kotori agreed with some urgency. Umi glanced over at her and noticed her rubbing her thighs together as she stood in place. If Umi hadn’t been sure earlier, she definitely was now. Kotori had to pee.
Now with their mission accomplished, the three made their way out of the dressing room, where they quickly encountered Eli, Nozomi, and Nico making their way out of a room down the hall. Waving, they got the third-year group’s attention, and the three made their way over to regroup.
“We found it!” Honoka smiled, holding up her phone triumphantly. She didn’t seem eager to go into specifics of where they found it.
“That’s good!” Nozomi smiled.
“We checked down the halls, but all the doors are locked except for a storage closet, and what looked like a meeting room of some kind,” Nico replied.
“Well, now that we found it, let’s head towards the front,” Eli suggested, “That’s where the others should be looking anyway, so we can meet them on the way there.”
The six started making their way towards the front where the auditorium and the front entrance were, and were surprised when they found the first-years making their way back towards the changing rooms. Immediately, Umi could tell something was off. Maki was playing with her hair nervously, Hanayo looked even more antsy than before, and not even Rin was smiling.
“Hey, we found Honoka’s phone!” Kotori smiled.
“Great,” Rin beamed, though it was clear she was nervous, and she was shuffling back and forth in place. Perhaps it was because she had spoken up earlier, or maybe it was because Umi had been watching Kotori’s discomfort, but she wondered if Rin hadn’t just been asking to use the bathroom for Hanayo’s sake.
“Did you girls finish checking the auditorium? That seemed quite short.” Nozomi asked, puzzled.
“No, and we have a problem,” Maki frowned, “The doors to the auditorium, and the doors to the front hall towards the entrance, are locked.”
“What?” Honoka asked, shocked, “But the staff member told us to go through the front.”
“Well, the doors have electronic locks on them, maybe they lock automatically after a certain time,” Hanayo suggested.
“If we can’t go through the front, then what are we going to do?” Eli asked, worried.
“Does that mean we’re locked in here?” Kotori asked nervously.
“Maybe we can still go out through the back?” Nico asked hopefully.
Umi clearly remembered the staff member mentioning the back doors would be locked once she left, but if Maki and the others really had tried to get to the front and failed, then it would be their only way out. The group nervously made their way back down the halls towards the back exit and tried the handle, but predictably, the door wouldn’t budge.
“Locked,” Honoka sighed, “Maybe there’s another way to the front?”
As the group turned around once again, hoping to find another way to the front entrance, Umi’s eyes once again darted towards the locked bathroom doors. This time, however, she was getting nervous. She was starting to feel her bladder fill up, and while it was still more of a slight nagging than anything urgent, her mind went towards the immediate worst case scenario, that they had gotten locked in.
Umi looked around at the other girls. Kotori was glancing around nervously and Umi could tell she was walking awkwardly from needing to pee. Hanayo was also shuffling along, looking worried as the group made their way down the hall, and Rin also cast a sidelong glance towards the locked doors. Eli and Maki also looked worried. Nico, Nozomi, and Honoka seemed the most relaxed, but all of them were hoping they’d find a way to the front.
The girls tried the first and most logical option first, the main doors to the front hall. The first-years had already tried it, but there was no harm in giving it another go. As expected, however, the doors were definitely locked. The same was true for the doors to the auditorium, which would also lead out to the front.
There was only one other hallway that branched off from the hallway that led from the front to the back, so naturally the girls tried there next.They all made their way down to the end, where another set of double doors sat. Honoka tried the doors, and they were met with another disheartening thud as the locked bolt held the door shut.
“Well, I think we’re locked in,” Maki stated, letting out a sigh as she twirled her hair around her finger.
“Oh no,” Kotori frowned, biting her lip. She shuffled in place as she began playing with the hem of her skirt, clearly trying not to squirm around too much, “What are we going to do? No one’s supposed to be here until morning!”
“I guess we’re gonna have to wait out the night,” Nozomi frowned, “I hope we don’t get into too much trouble with the staff for this.”
“Hey, it’s not our fault,” Nico frowned, “That staff lady told us we could just go out the front door.”
“How are we going to get any rest for the performance tomorrow?” Eli asked worriedly.
“I’m sorry, guys, this is all my fault,” Honoka frowned, slumping her shoulders.
“No it’s not, you just lost your phone,” Umi reassured her, patting her on the shoulders, “And before we panic, let’s think things through. I know we couldn’t get a signal earlier, but let’s try calling again. Maybe someone can come by and let us out.”
“Good idea! Papa gave me the number to the owner, so maybe he can help us,” Maki stated.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, and everyone anxiously waited as her phone rang. Unfortunately, like before, the beeping sound of the call failing reached their ears, and Maki frowned as she checked her phone.
“Still no good, I wonder why we can’t get a signal here?”
“Here, we should double check,” Nozomi suggested.
One by one, all the girls pulled out their phones, but once again none of them seemed to be able to make the call. They even tried multiple times, holding their phones up and moving around the hall to see if that made any difference. By the end, though, none of them were able to get through.
Defeated, the girls wanted to slump onto the floor.
“I don’t get it,” Nico frowned, “We’re in the middle of the city. It’s not like this is some kind of deadzone, right?”
“Maybe the building uses a lot of soundproofing, and that’s messing with the signal?” Eli suggested.
“It might have something to do with the wireless electronics they use here too, maybe they block outside signals to avoid interference?” Hanayo suggested.
“Well, whatever the reason, it looks like we’re not going to be able to get a call out,” Umi noted, crossing her arms.
“So, we’re stuck, then,” Maki pointed out, letting out a resigned sigh.
“What are we going to do?” Honoka asked, worried.
“Well, there’s nothing to do but wait,” Umi pointed out, “Our parents should notice eventually when we don’t make it home, and hopefully someone will come find us.”
“Well, I don’t like the idea of waiting that long, but it’s not like we have another choice,” Eli pointed out.
“We should make our way to the meeting room,” Nico suggested, “There’s not much in there, but it beats standing around in the hallway.”
The girls nodded, and all of them started making their way back to the main hall. All the energy and enthusiasm had left the group, and the atmosphere was tense. Umi herself let out a sigh before she felt another nagging signal from her bladder, and pressed her legs together as she walked. She looked around at the others nervously, particularly Kotori, who continued to shuffle awkwardly with her thighs pressed together.
She wasn’t the only one struggling. Hanayo was shuffling around, frowning nervously as she bobbed up and down on her legs. The two clearly had to pee. Umi was afraid that they wouldn’t be the only ones either. All day the girls had been rehearsing for the show tomorrow, and as such they had stayed plenty hydrated as they worked through the choreography time and time again. Umi hadn’t been keeping track of the other’s visits to the restrooms, but she knew she herself hadn’t gone since mid-afternoon. It was now late into the evening, so it had been quite some time since she had relieved herself. At the very least, she was pretty sure no one had gone to the bathroom for the last few hours while they were rehearsing.
As their bladders slowly filled up while they were stuck here, would they be able to hold it until someone found them?
Pushing that thought and her urge to the back of her mind, Umi followed the rest of the group back into the main hall. Nico led the way back down to the door leading into the meeting room. As she described, it was pretty barren. There was a projector and a rolled up screen on one side of the room, and a large table with plenty of chairs for all of them, but aside from that an a cart with some office supplies off to one side, and an outlet strip and some filing cabinets on the other, there wasn’t anything else in the room.
Everyone sat down, letting out sighs as they rested their tired legs. All of them had gotten more than enough exercise for the day, and that wasn’t counting them running back and forth down the halls trying to find a way out of the building.
No one really seemed to be in the talking mood, as everyone sat there silently, letting the reality that they really were locked in the back rooms of the auditorium. Rin laid her head down on the table and let out a long, dejected sigh before shuffling around restlessly. Kotori seemed to be relieved to be sitting down, and was restlessly fidgeting in her chair with a hand pressed against the front of her skirt as she sat. Hanayo looked stiff and uncomfortable, sitting and shuffling in her seat. Maki looked annoyed as her eyes darted around the room, looking over the others. Eli seemed unusually stiff and uncomfortable, and Nico was sitting with her arms crossed, fiddling with her phone. Umi sat with her thighs pressed together, trying not to focus on her filling bladder, even as the signals that she needed to pee came more frequently. She glanced over at Honoka, who seemed dejected, likely still blaming herself. Only Nozomi looked relaxed, but even then, there was a hint of worry on her face.
Umi spotted movement across the table and glanced over at Hanayo again. The poor girl was really squirming and wriggling around now. She glanced over at Rin with urgent eyes and the two began exchanging glances.
In reality, Hanayo was way worse off than she was letting on. While she was desperately trying to keep her shuffling to a minimum, her bladder was full to bursting, and she was definitely in some serious trouble. Under the table she had her hand firmly jammed against her crotch as she squeezed her legs as tightly as they’d allow.
She had first felt the urge shortly before their final rehearsal, as she was getting changed into the complicated idol outfit Kotori had made for her. She didn’t want to hold everyone up, and she knew that getting caught on stage needing to pee was something idols had to deal with sometimes, so she was determined to see the rehearsals through to the end. It had been an easy decision to make when her bladder was only slightly nagging her, but the rehearsal had taken its toll, and trying to push back thoughts of her bladder steadily filling while singing and dancing flawlessly was way more than she had bargained for.
By the time she was changing back into her normal clothes, Hayano was all too eager to make a dash to the bathroom. Rin had clearly picked up on her discomfort, and had chimed in for her so she wouldn’t have to speak up and ask the entire group to wait up for her.
Of course, that was when they all learned the restrooms were locked, and that was before they spent a good deal of time searching for Honoka’s phone, and then realizing they were locked in.
Now, she was desperate, and barely able to keep still. She glanced over at Rin pleadingly, and she mouthed, “Rin, what should I do? I really have to go!”
“Hang in there! I’m sure we won’t be stuck in here all night. Besides, I have to pee too!”
Rin wasn’t joking either. She had been holding it in for nearly as long as Hanayo, and she was starting to struggle. She had her thighs pressed together tightly, and was resisting the urge to jam her hands between her legs and grab her crotch. However, despite her needing to pee, it was clear Hanayo had to go worse. Rin was able to maintain some level of composure, whereas Hanayo’s swollen bladder wouldn’t let her sit still.
“Seriously, Rin, I think I’m going to wet myself. I can’t hold it,” Hanayo mouthed urgently, her pleading eyes trying to convey the direness of her situation.
“Okay, hold on,” Rin mouthed back, patting Hanayo on the shoulder gently.
Rin then turned to the rest of the table and spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the room, “H-hey, uh, I really need to go to the bathroom. What am I supposed to do?”
“That’s right, the bathrooms were locked, so we don’t exactly have a place to go,” Nico realized, crossing her arms.
At that, all of the girls looked around at each other uncomfortably. In truth, it was more than just Hayano, Kotori, Rin, and Umi who were feeling the urge. Eli wasn’t giving anything away, but her bladder was getting pretty full, and she wasn’t looking forward to the idea of having to hold it until they were found. Nozomi pressed her thighs together. She had been holding it back as well, though she was much more confident in her ability to hold it until help arrived.
Maki was trying to distract herself from her own full bladder by fiddling with her hair and thinking about the concert tomorrow, but her body’s signals were getting harder for her to ignore, and currently she had one leg crossed over the other and was leaning back slightly to take the pressure off.
Nico looked relatively relaxed, but she too was feeling the effects of one too many water bottles and rehearsal sessions. Her bladder was starting to nag her that it was quite full, but with no other choice she resolved to simply wait quietly, trying to keep any fidgeting to a minimum.
That left Honoka, and while she was hesitant to admit it, since it was her clumsiness from forgetting her phone that got the girls into this mess, she also had to pee quite urgently. All the running around and looking for her phone had taken its toll, and now with the knowledge they didn’t have access to the bathrooms, she was starting to get worried.
That being said, no one seemed particularly eager to admit they had to go, so all the girls sat uncomfortably, in different stages of desperation. They were clearly struggling for something to say, when finally Maki chimed in.
“Well, we know the staff bathrooms are locked, but maybe there’s another set of bathrooms that we can still get to?”
“There’s only the two hallways, do you really think there’d be another bathroom so close to the main ones?” Kotori asked, hopefully but hesitantly.
“Well, it’s worth checking,” Nozomi pointed out, “I mean, Rin aside, I’m sure we’ll all have to go sooner or later.”
“Let’s go, then!” Rin jumped up before pausing to squeeze her thighs together. This gave Hanayo time to steel herself and stand up shakily next to her. Kotori was also eager to get up, as was Eli and Nozomi.
Umi wasn’t particularly eager to get back on her feet so soon, but managing to find a bathroom would put her mind at ease. She got up too, and soon so did Maki and Nico. Honoka was the last to join, looking a bit shaky as she got to her feet.
“Let’s split up again,” Honoka suggested, “One group can check around here, and another can go to the other hallway and start checking doors there. We can meet in the middle once we’ve checked them all.”
The groups naturally divided into two, with Rin, Hanayo, Kotori, Eli, and Nozomi heading down the hall towards the back where the bathrooms were. It was possible they were thinking of trying the bathrooms again, especially considering that at least two among them already clearly had to go pretty bad.
That left Umi to make her way with Honoka, Nico, and Maki towards the front. The first thing they did was check the front doors again, despite having checked them twice by now. Perhaps it was their filling bladders, but for Umi at least, she was at least hopeful they could get out of here entirely rather than being stuck.
Once again, however, the doors were locked, and they began systematically checking the doors down the second hall. Maki reached for the first door and found it to be locked as well. Umi tried the next door, and it opened, but it just looked like a large room filled with large locked cabinets and filled with the hum of electronics. The group did reach in to see if there was another door leading elsewhere, but aside from a locked room marked “equipment”, there were no other doors out of the room.
“This is bad, we’re really gonna be in trouble if we’re locked here without a bathroom,” Honoka pointed out. For the first time, Umi noticed her wriggling.
“Yeah, we were all focusing on rehearsals, I don’t know when we all went last,” Maki nodded, playing with her hair awkwardly. She was standing a bit stiffly, but Umi had no way of knowing that her discomfort was more than just nerves. Internally, however, she was starting to really need to go, and she was fighting back the urge to press her thighs together and buckle her knees.
“Well, I’ll be fine, holding it is something an idol is expected to do sometimes,” Nico boasted, giving no outward indication that she too was beginning to feel the urgent need to pee, “But I hope we find a bathroom, for the rest of you.”
“Yeah, alright,” Maki crossed her arms, picking up on Nico’s boasting rather quickly, “Let’s just keep looking.
The two lightly bickered as they made their way down the hall and checked the other two doors, meanwhile Umi felt her bladder send a desperate signal to her brain. Her urge spiked, and she was forced to press her thighs together and hobble after the other girls awkwardly, hoping the urge would pass.
As much as everyone in their group had to go, it was even worse for the group that had split off to search the other hallway. The first thing they did was check the bathrooms yet again, with Hanayo desperately hoping the doors would open and she could get some relief. Unfortunately, it was the same story as before, with the bathroom doors locked. They also tried the back door yet again, but same as up front there was no change. They were still locked in.
“Oh no, what are we going to do?” Hayano asked. The poor girl was in trouble by this point. Her voice was quivering and her legs were shaking, and despite Rin having been the one to speak up both times, it was clear that Hanayo was the one in desperate need of relief.
“Let’s try to check the doors, there might be a bathroom or something we can use!” Kotori suggested.
The words “or something” made all the girls stiffen slightly, but the possibility was there. Hanayo was bursting and Kotori herself was rubbing her knees together as she stood, clearly desperate herself. Rin herself was starting to fill up as well, and Eli was starting to feel her bladder press against the waistband of her pants. Nozomi was doing a good job hiding it, but her bladder was also filling rapidly, and she was definitely standing more stiff than normal.
They too systematically made their way down the hallway, checking each door. There was the two rooms they already knew of, of course. There was the fitting room and the large conference room where they had gone before. However, all the other doors down the hall seemed to be locked, with a single exception. Kotori had opened a door to find a small closet filled with office and cleaning supplies, like paper, trash bags, and ironically enough toilet paper.
Of course, not a single sink, or bucket could be found in the room, and none of the other rooms they had access to had anything remotely appropriate they could relieve themselves into.
“No luck, then,” Nozomi frowned, as each of them grew more tense. They turned down the hall only to find Honoka’s group returning, also with long faces.
“We didn’t find anything this way,” Honoka frowned, “Only a room with a bunch of electronic equipment, and a bunch of locked doors.”
“Same,” Eli frowned, crossing her arms and shifting her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, relaying that everything was still definitely locked and the only thing they managed to find was the small closet.
“W-what are we going to do?” Rin asked, shuffling in place desperately. Hanayo beside her was trembling, and it was clear the poor girl didn’t have much time left.
“Well, there’s nothing to it, we just have to hold it, no matter what,” Umi sighed, “Hopefully they’ll realize we’re missing sooner rather than later, and get here early.”
“But…” Rin looked over at Hanayo, who gasped as she buried her hands between her legs.
Hanayo bit her lip and blushed before blurting out, “I really have to pee! I’m seriously going to wet myself.”
“W-what should she do?”
“W-well,” Nozomi looked over at the closet they had found, “It’s not exactly a bathroom, but that closet over there is small and private enough. If you really can’t hold it, you might have to… go there.”
“What? On the floor?” Eli asked, “There’s no way we can do that!”
“Y-yeah,” Umi nodded, “It wouldn’t be proper to pee on the floor like that.”
“I think that’s going to happen sooner rather than later, regardless of whether it’s on purpose,” Nozomi pointed out.
Sure enough, Hanayo had both hands jammed between her legs, and she was shaking and dancing in place uncontrollably. Her legs were buckled and she could barely stand up straight, and her eyes were filled with tears.
“Listen, Hanayo, let’s use the closet,” Rin suggested, “I really have to go too, and it’s better than wetting ourselves.”
“Really? But what about the staff? They’ll have to clean it up if you two just make a mess in there,” Umi insisted.
“It’s the staff’s fault we’re all locked in anyway,” Rin shot back, “Besides, we’re all gonna have to go sooner or later. If it was you, would you rather leave a puddle somewhere, or wet yourself?”
“I would hold it!” Umi reaffirmed, even as she was acutely aware of her own bladder filling up.
“I… I can’t hold it!” Hanayo exclaimed, rushing into the closet before there could be any more argument.
While she hadn’t been doing the best job hiding her desperation from the others, the second the door closed she broke out into an all-out pee dance as she shimmied over to the corner of the room. She looked around, briefly considering where the best place to pee would be before deciding tucking into the corner was best. She struggled to get her shorts and light blue panties down, and she blushed when she realized the crotch of her underwear was already damp with pee.
She hadn’t even fully squatted when the dams burst, and a hot spurting stream of pee splashed out onto the floor. Her tired muscles could barely restrain it at all before she fully squatted and relaxed, and almost immediately a strong torrent sprayed out of her. It splashed into the corner of the room, away from the shelves set up for supplies, and spattered onto the ground. She relaxed and felt her mind melt as the relief washed over her, but even as she peed, she was acutely aware she was not using a proper toilet. Her pee soaked into the carpeted floor, even as her puddle spread out between her legs. Her messy spray splashed dangerously close to her ankles where her shorts and panties were, and she leaned forwards and adjusted her position to keep them out of the line of fire. She could feel the powerful stream dribble down her butt and drip between her legs even as she continued to pee full force, and she knew that if she had tried to hold it in, she would’ve made even more of a mess of her pants.
She peed for a good long while and finally her stream lost its power and began trickling out into a weak stream, splashing down onto the floor between her legs before stemming to a dribble, and then tapering off completely. She dripped a few more times like a leaky faucet before she finally tensed her muscles back up, and she could feel a dull ache in her bladder where she had earlier felt nothing but the intense pressure of her desperation.
Hanayo stayed squatting there, mind in a haze for a few moments, as she took in her relief. Slowly but surely, the reality of what she had done sunk in, and she turned her attention to the puddle beneath her. She had really held it in until she was bursting, and the sizeable puddle she had let loose was a testament to that. It took up a good portion of the corner of the room she had decided to pee in, and likely would’ve spread even further if it hadn’t soaked into the carpeted floor beneath her.
Realizing that her messy spray had left her crotch and legs in quite the state, Hanayo looked around and was relieved to find that one of the packs of toilet paper was open. She fished out a roll and grabbed a large wad. She bunched it up in her hands and carefully wiped herself dry, Trying to dab up all the dribbles that splashed onto her legs before wiping her crotch.
It was only after she was left with a messy ball of used toilet paper that she realized she had a problem. This was not a proper bathroom, and she was short a toilet to toss her spent tissues into. She looked around for a waste basket or something to slip the wad into, but with no such thing in sight, she was forced to let it fall to the floor into her puddle and soak in. She hoped Rin wouldn’t notice or mention it when she followed in after her, and she wondered what the others would do if they eventually also resorted to using the closet.
Pushing those embarrassing thoughts to the back of her mind, Hanayo pulled her panties and shorts back up, and slipped out of the room, blushing hard. Her eyes darted frantically to Rin, who was shuffling slightly as she waited patiently for her turn. She didn’t dare face anyone else, especially Umi and Eli, who had been the most opposed to resorting to the closet.
“Better?” Rin asked, smiling.
“Y-yeah,” Hayano played with her fingers awkwardly.
“Hey, it’s okay, you really couldn’t hold it anymore!” Honoka chimed in, hugging her reassuringly.
Thankfully, Eli and Umi knew when to hold their tongue, though from Umi crossing her arms and looking away it was clear she still didn’t approve. Rin drew attention to herself, no longer hiding her desperation as she shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together as she tugged at the front of her dress.
“I gotta use the closet too, so don’t feel too bad!” Rin spoke up. She then turned around, quickly slipping into the closet before anyone else could argue.
As soon as Rin entered the room, she doubled over and rammed her hands between her legs. She might’ve played it up a little, and she wasn’t as close to bursting as Hanayo had been, but her bladder was really full. Now that she was in here with the intention of peeing, her bladder was sending wave after wave of desperation, and Rin immediately set to shuffling over next to the puddle Hanayo made and slipping down her spats and panties underneath. She took a moment to admire the size of Hanayo’s puddle before taking position next to it and getting ready to go.
Rather than squatting down, however, Rin hiked up her skirt and arched her back, thrusting her hips forwards as she reached down and parted her lower lips. She had some practice with peeing standing up, and she figured she could minimize her mess if she aimed to where the floor was already damp. With one last desperate signal from her bladder, she let loose, and began peeing in an arch.
Her stream was neat and arched cleanly away from her, splashing a bit against the far wall before streaming down and splashing into Hanayo’s puddle. The saturated carpet had trouble soaking up the extra liquid, so rather than minimizing any mess, Rin’s pee quickly streamed out to the edges and began spreading the puddle further. Rin was forced to take an awkward step back as she peed, which messed with her clean stream and sent a messy arc once again splashing against the wall.
Rin quickly adjusted and then focused on peeing. While not nearly as desperate as Hanayo had been, the relief washed over her like a warm tingle, and she was happy she had decided to go now rather than to hold it for who knows how long before someone found them all. Of course, thinking about them being found brought her mind back to the idea that she was peeing in a closet, and someone would eventually have to clean this up. Rin was suddenly self-conscious about the mess she was making. She watched the puddle expand and spread further out until it was nearly at her feet. The powerful flow hit the toilet paper Hanayo had dropped into the puddle, and watched it start to dissolve further as she relieved herself.
Suddenly self-conscious, Rin’s stream tapered off, and she briefly considered stopping early, since she was no longer desperate and could easily hold the rest without being uncomfortable. However, the last thing she wanted was to have to use the closet again just because she hadn’t fully emptied herself out, especially if help wound up coming later rather than sooner. She quickly forced out the rest, her arch once again splashing messily against the wall with one final surge of pressure before it slowly faded into a dribble.
Rin shook her hips to let the last drips fall from her crotch before reaching for the toilet paper Hanayo had used. She grabbed a few pieces and wiped herself off hastily before letting it fall into the puddle where Hanayo’s own wad had been. She watched it soak up the puddle and go soggy and transparent before she lowered her skirt and hiked her panties and spats back up.
She took one final look at the puddle, now a combination of Hanayo’s and her own pee, and turned around, leaving her embarrassment and all thoughts of it behind.
“Sorry,” she spoke as she emerged, “I needed that.”
“Does anyone else need to go?” Nozomi asked, looking around. Everyone looked uncomfortable, but none of the other girls were ready to own up to their filling bladders just yet. Not even Kotori, who was doing a poor job hiding her obvious desperation.
“Well, if we’re all done making a mess of the storage closet, I say we should head back to the room and wait. We’re not going to get anywhere checking the same locked doors and wishing there was a way out,” Umi replied, crossing her arms.
“S-sorry,” Hanayo spoke, blushing.
“Hey, we didn’t really have another option,” Rin pointed out.
“Yeah, don’t give Hanayo a hard time, it was clear she was really desperate,” Maki spoke out too, standing up for her fellow first year.
Umi dropped the issue, but was still clearly against the idea of using the closet. Everyone found themselves making their way back to the conference room, where at least they could all take a seat. Kotori was walking rather stiffly, and definitely shuffling back and forth out of desperation. Eli was walking more stiffly and less elegantly than she normally carried herself, and even Nozomi was starting to look a bit uncomfortable, pressing her thighs together as she walked. Honoka seemed a bit restless herself, and Maki was clearly starting to feel the effects of a full bladder, rubbing her abdomen as she walked. Nico looked calm, but she was shifting her weight from foot to foot, and she clearly had a nervous energy about her. Umi herself felt her bladder nagging her at this point, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to ignore that she now definitely had to pee.
As they entered the conference room, Kotori was the first to sit down, immediately jamming her hands below the table and between her legs as she leaned forwards and tried not to look so obviously desperate. Maki sat down next to Nico, crossing her legs and playing with her hair as she swiveled in her chair back and forth restlessly. Nico was sitting stiffly, and while she refused to give anything away openly, she could feel her bladder starting to swell as it continued to fill, with no bathrooms in sight. Eli was careful with sitting down, pressing her thighs together as she lowered herself onto her seat. She was really starting to feel full. Nozomi looked more relaxed, but she let a hand wander to her lap as she rubbed her knees together. Honoka sat down next to Umi, shuffling her knees together restlessly as she bit her lip, and Umi herself resisted the urge to squirm as well as she pressed her thighs together and ignored the desperate urges from her own bladder. Only Hanayo and Rin looked comfortable, but even then, both of them had an air of discomfort and embarrassment, likely from having to resort to using the closet.
“W-well,” Honoka spoke up, hoping to stave off any awkward silences before they were able to form, “What should we do now? I mean, aside from waiting here until someone realizes we’re locked in.”
“Well, we can always play a card game,” Nozomi suggested, “I always bring my cards with me. A normal deck, as well as my tarot cards, naturally.”
Umi wasn’t really in the mood for a card game, but anything that could get everyone’s minds off of the situation they were in, as well as their filling bladders, was a blessing. Everyone else seemed to be in agreement as well.
“What should we play?” Honoka asked, leaning in.
“Well, it’d have to be a game where all of us can play,” Nico pointed out.
“Hmm, what about Bullshit? I do have 2 decks here,” Nozomi suggested.
“What’s that?” Rin asked, “How do you play?”
“I shuffle the decks together and deal all the cards out to everyone,” Nozomi began, “Then we take turns putting the cards down in order. We can put down as many cards of the same rank as we want. So for instance, if I’m starting with aces, and I have 3 aces in my hand, I can put down all 3. Then the next person puts down twos, and it goes from there. The first person to empty their hand wins.”
“But isn’t that just putting cards down in order?” Honoka asked.
Maki frowned, “That means whoever wins is down to what you were dealt at the start of the game.”
“No, see, that’s the catch,” Nozomi explained, “You can cheat. If you don’t have the card you’re supposed to put down, or if you want to try to get rid of cards faster, you can put down cards that aren’t the number you’re supposed to. If it’s my turn and I’m supposed to put down a jack, but I don’t have any jacks, I can put down any card and call it a jack. Or if I have one jack but I want to get rid of the cards in my hand faster, I can slip in another card that’s not a jack. The catch is that anyone can call out someone with ‘bullshit’ if they think the other person is lying. If you’re caught lying, you have to pick up the entire pile on the table. However, if you’re telling the truth, the person who called you has to pick it up instead.”
“I think I understand,” Hanayo nodded.
“It sounds fun,” Nico smiled.
“I’ll give it a try,” Kotori chimed in.
Soon, Nozomi was dealing cards to everyone at the table, and everyone was more than eager to get started, if only to get their minds off their filling bladders. Once everyone was dealt in, Umi looked over her hand, trying to focus on the cards even as she felt another desperate signal shoot through her as she leaned forwards.
“I’ll start with 2 aces,” Nozomi began, placing two cards face-down in the center of the table.
She turned to Eli next to her, who was distracted as she shuffled in place. She reached up and pulled 3 cards out of her hand somewhat blankly and tossed them onto the table next.
“3 twos.”
Kotori was next up, and stood up to place two cards onto the table. As she did so, she winced and froze, squeezing her thighs together as she fought back a wave of desperation. She regained composure enough to place her cards down, letting out a strained “2 threes.” before sitting back down, with one hand immediately disappearing under the table as she held herself.
It was Maki next, and she quickly placed down four cards onto the pile, “4 fours.”
“No way, that was way too quick,” Nico called out, shooting up, “Bullshit.”
Maki calmly stood back up and flipped over 4 fours, and Nico crossed her arms, “there’s no way, that’s half the fours in the game.”
“I got lucky,” Maki shrugged, “Anyway, pick ‘em up.”
Nico grumbled as she picked up the pile, and then put two cards down on the freshly cleared table.
“2 fives.”
As the game progressed, Umi found herself being less focused on the actual game, and more focused on everyone’s movements. While they were engrossed in the game, it was clear that everyone was getting uncomfortable. Umi was starting to feel bad for Kotori, who was looking about as desperate as Hanayo had before she gave in and used the closet. Next to her, Honoka was also restless, a hand between her legs as she squirmed in her seat. Umi’s own bladder was filling up alarmingly quickly, and while thankfully she wasn’t quite desperate yet, it was getting harder and harder to ignore her need to pee. She rubbed her knees together as she tried to find a comfortable position on the chair, and tried to focus on her cards as she watched the others.
Eli was also getting quite restless, one leg crossed over the other as she rocked back and forth slightly. She wasn’t going to openly admit it, but her bladder was getting quite full, and she definitely needed to pee. Nozomi next to her was in better shape, but even for her she could feel her bladder start to bulge out.
Maki was sitting stiffly, trying to focus on the game even as her bladder kept sending urgent signals of its fullness. Her fancier dress clothes were doing little to help as she could feel the waistband of her skirt digging into her abdomen. She rubbed her filling bladder with one hand and bit her lip before once again trying to look over her cards and push her urgent need to the back of her mind.
Nico was doing a good job of hiding it, but she was starting to get worried herself. She was restless, swiveling the chair back and forth desperately as she clamped her thighs together. She could feel her full bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen, even as she continued to fill up. She was trying not to fidget too much as she felt her bladder nag her, but if they weren’t found soon, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her need much longer.
“5 sevens,” Honoka called out from beside Umi, placing 5 cards down on the pile.
“Honoka, you’re eights,” Umi pointed out.
“Oh, right, uh… 5 eights?” Honoka fixed without even picking up the cards. A transparent lie.
“Bullshit,” Umi immediately called. Remarkably enough, Honoka had actually put down 5 sevens, but unfortunately because she was supposed to put down eights, she was forced to pick up the pile.
“That was so obvious!” Nico called.
“I guess I got distracted,” Honoka replied, shuffling in place as she fished up the cards on the table, “I knew I couldn’t get away with it, but I didn’t have any eights anyway, so…”
Honoka laughed at herself before suddenly freezing. She stiffened up and jammed her free hand between her legs as she doubled over the table. She had been hit with a rather powerful wave of desperation, and wasn’t entirely able to stave it off. She felt a spurt of pee leak into her panties, and she clamped down on her crotch as she tried to fight off another leak.
Luckily, she managed to regain control, but her bladder was still full to bursting, and she was crossing over into desperate territory.
“Uh, guys,” she spoke up, “Give me a few moments, I think I’m going to use the closet.”
“What?” Umi asked incredulously, “Not you too!”
“Sorry, Umi, but I really gotta go, and we have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck here. Besides, it’s already dirty and needs to be cleaned up anyway.”
“But it’s not proper! And you’d still be making more work for them!” Umi chided.
“Umi’s right, we shouldn’t go around messing up the closet like that!” Eli agreed firmly, “I mean, Maki’s parents got us this venue, we should be respectful of that.”
“I mean, it’s also the venue staff that got us locked in here. Though, I’m not too crazy about all of us just… going on the floor like that. Though I guess if you really can’t hold it…” Maki replied. She looked and sounded relatively calm, but her restless legs and her nervously playing with her hair belied her own growing urge.
“Honoka, even Kotori’s trying to hold it in,” Umi pointed out, “Come on, you’re not that desperate, are you?”
“H-hey, I’m f-fine!” Kotori tried, despite her desperation being written all over her face. She could barely sit still in her chair, so Umi wasn’t buying it.
“Don’t drag Kotori into it, we’re all doing our best here,” Honoka argued, “I really gotta go, and going in the closet would be better than making another separate mess here if I wet myself.”
“That’s true, me and Hanayo already went, so there’s no reason not to.” Rin pointed out.
Umi crossed her arms, even as she stood there battling with her own bladder, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to win this one. She sighed and turned away from Honoka, who rushed out of the room as soon as possible.
Once Honoka was out of the meeting room, she jammed her hands between her legs and hobbled desperately towards the closet. She entered the room and was immediately hit by the smell of urine as she spotted the large puddle both Hanayo and Rin had contributed to. As soon as she saw it, her bladder sent a desperate signal shooting through her, and she buckled her legs as she let another involuntary leak out into her panties. She clamped down and tried to stem the flow, but still let out a few more dribbles before finally regaining control.
Honoka walked over to the edge of the puddle, which was now closer to the other corner of the room since it had spread so far. She slipped her hands under her skirt as she danced in place, and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Honoka squatted as she pulled them down, and almost immediately she let out a spurt onto the carpet below. Letting out a moan, she relaxed and started peeing openly onto the floor, grateful to finally get some relief.
Honoka’s piss splashed out of her in a clean stream and she could hear a faint hissing as it struck the carpet below her. It soaked into the carpet and began pooling quickly, and Honoka found herself watching her puddle grow and spread out as she let out another relieved sigh. She could feel her bladder empty itself of all the pent up pee she had been holding in, and she felt waves of relief wash up her spine and shoulders as her tensed muscles all relaxed.
As she sat there peeing, she looked at the puddles Rin and Hanayo made, and noticed that there was a bit of spray that had splashed up to wet the wall. She was surprised to see that one of them had managed that. She briefly stopped her flow, shuffling and adjusting herself, and pushed out as she peed again, trying to arch her stream to see if she could hit the wall too. Her stream sprayed out of her, arching somewhat and splashing onto the trim lining the bottom of the wall, but she couldn’t manage to get it any higher no matter how far forwards she adjusted herself.
She tried again and again to reach at least a little higher, her arch wavering and splashing as she held up and built up pressure before trying to push it out forcefully. All she managed, though, was making more of a mess as each wave of pee sprayed out of her in messy spurts, and she could feel them drip down her butt.
Eventually, Honoka gave up, simply finishing up peeing and standing up. She wiped herself off, making sure to wipe the sprays and dribbles she had got on her legs from her attempts, and as she stood there, she realized that it had probably been Rin peeing standing up that made the splash mark on the wall.
Feeling a little dumb, but still very relieved, Honoka grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and cleaned herself up before realizing she needed more for the messy drips down her ass and thighs. She went back in for more as she tried to dab it all up, and wound up needing to go back to the roll a few more times before she was finally cleaned up. She let her abundance of spent toilet paper fall onto the floor by her feet, watching as it slowly started soaking up the puddle. She also noticed a messy wad of toilet paper nearby, and wondered retroactively if she should’ve put her own used toilet paper in the pile instead, but it was too late to do anything about it now.
Honoka then tried to pull up her panties, only to feel an icky dampness from her leaks into the fabric, as well as them getting caught up in her attempts to arch her stream. She had heard that wearing wet panties was bad for you, and she really didn’t feel like dealing with the uncomfortable feeling of wet fabric pressing against her crotch, so she slipped them off and over both of her feet before scrunching them up. She looked around for a place to hide them, and carefully tucked them underneath one of the shelves against the back wall.
Maybe I can grab them discreetly on the way out. Or maybe I should just leave them here. I wonder how long it would take anyone to find them?
Honoka shook her head at the thought and slipped back out of the closet before making her way back to the meeting room. She avoided Umi’s gaze as she looked around the room. The game seemed to have paused since she left, and so all the girls were waiting anxiously for her to return.
Kotori was sitting stiffly in her seat, stark upright as she had both hands jammed between her legs. Under the table her knees were rubbing together restlessly, and beads of sweat were pooling on her forehead from her effort of containing her flood.
Nico was shifting in her seat as her leg bounced up and down nervously. She was trying not to give anything away from her expression, but she was squeezing her thighs together tightly as she rubbed her abdomen with her hand. She could feel her bladder swelling out against her waistband as it became increasingly difficult to ignore it.
Eli was starting to rock back and forth in her seat, biting her lip as she ignored the signals from her full bladder. She was rubbing her thigh with her hand, fighting the urge to outright jam her hand between her legs desperately. Nozomi next to her was playing with the hem of her skirt nervously, squeezing her thighs together as she shifted her weight around.
Maki was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, shaking it restlessly as she checked her phone idly. She tried to take her mind off her bladder, but every time she pushed the urge to the back of her mind, it surged back and she was forced to clench and squeeze to avoid leaking. It was also harder for her to discreetly jam her hand between her legs, due to her tight-fitting dress skirt, so she was rubbing her abdomen instead.
Finally, Umi, despite being insistent on them all holding it, was definitely feeling the effects of her full bladder. She could feel her skirt’s waistband put pressure on her bladder as it swelled out, and she was shuffling back and forth in her seat, trying to be discreet as she pushed the nagging waves of pressure to the back of her mind.
Honoka sat back down, smiling, “Sorry about that, everyone. Let’s pick up where we left off.”
The game continued, but it was clear that some people were more invested in others. Rin, Hanayo, and now Honoka, all with their empty bladders, were fully involved, keeping track of the numbers, trying to figure out who was lying, trying to get away with clever plays. Maki and Nozomi also seemed pretty invested, despite their obvious discomfort, and Kotori, despite her clear desperation, was focusing on the game, in part to take her mind off of her overfilled bladder.
On the other hand, Umi was focused, but her mind kept being torn back to her discomfort as her bladder continued to nag her of its fullness. She could feel it sitting like a rock in her abdomen and no matter how much she shuffled or shifted positions, she still felt the pressure as she held back more and more pee. Eli seemed equally distracted, zoning out as she squirmed and shifted in her seat, and constantly asking what number she was on when her turn came up.
Nico, as well, seemed checked out of the game. Her turn came up, and she looked up at the table.
“Uh, what round is this?”
“You’re threes,” Maki pointed out.
Nico swiveled back and forth in her chair as she looked over her hand, then quickly slapped a card on the table.
“1 three.”
“Bullshit,” Rin immediately called.
“W-what?” Nico asked, “How did you know?”
“Because I have 3 threes and we’ve put down the rest,” Rin pointed out, “So that can’t be a three.”
Rin flipped the card over, and sure enough, it wasn’t a 3. Nico wound up scooping up the pile and grumbled. As she was adjusting all her new cards, she felt a sharp wave shoot through her, and she quickly jammed one of her hands between her legs desperately. She felt a sharp wave wash over her, and for a second she was worried she would leak, but she managed to contain it, just barely.
“You okay?” Maki asked, somewhat teasingly.
“O-of course I’m okay!” Nico snapped back, even though it was clear she was holding it, “What about you, you’ve been restless lately.”
“I’m fine,” Maki replied.
“Are you sure?” Nico asked, crossing her arms.
Nico poked Maki in the abdomen and Maki let out a gasp, jamming her hand up her skirt and squeezing her thighs together tightly. She panted as she tried not to leak, and shot Nico a death glare as Nico laughed.
“Ha, I knew it! You gotta pee too, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah, but I can still hold it,” Maki replied, her face turning red from embarrassment, “B-besides, I’m pretty sure we all need to go at this point. Except for Rin, Hanayo, and Honoka, of course.”
“I don’t need to go!” Nico bragged.
Maki pressed on Nico’s bladder in return, and she doubled over, raising a leg up on her chair and jamming her heel against her crotch to hold it. She glared back at Maki, who was smirking at her smugly.
“What was that about not needing to go?”
“Come on, you two,” Honoka frowned, “This is a stressful situation for all of us, we don’t need you two fighting.”
“Says the one who already went,” Umi interjected, crossing her arms over the table.
“Everyone, please,” Nozomi chimed in, “We’re all doing our best to hold it, and if we can’t anymore, we have the closet. Let’s just try to have some fun while we wait for someone to come get us.”
“What if no one comes,” Eli asked, “What if we’re stuck in here all night?”
The room suddenly fell silent. None of the girls wanted to acknowledge that as a possibility. Not only were most of them still holding it, trying to last until someone came and got them, but even if they all gave in and used the closet, there was only so much room before the whole closet was flooded. Not to mention they wouldn’t get any sleep, and would likely wind up in a miserable state for what was the biggest concert of their careers as idols.
Eli seemed to realize her mistake, and she bowed her head in apology, “S-sorry, I’m just stressed and I really need to go too. I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that.”
“But you’re not wrong, we have to consider being stuck here all night,” Umi pointed out.
“But then, what are we going to do?” Kotori asked, “It’s one thing if it’s only a bit longer, but if we’re all trapped here overnight…”
Kotori wriggled around desperately as she trailed off, and her unspoken words were not lost on the others.
Nico stood up suddenly, a decision she immediately regretted as she jammed her hands between her legs, “W-we should check again for something. There must be something we missed, even if it’s just a sink somewhere, or a container…”
“We already checked everywhere,” Maki pointed out, “Besides, how is a container any better than the closet?”
“A-at least we won’t be leaving a puddle somewhere!” Nico shot back.
“If you want to check, be my guest. I don’t really want to do much walking around in this state,” Maki admitted, squeezing her thighs together.
“I agree with Nico,” Umi got up, “I don’t think we should look for a container or a sink, but we might have overlooked another bathroom somewhere, or maybe we can at least find the key to the locked ones.”
“I think that’s a little optimistic,” Kotori replied, even though it seemed she would benefit the most from a miracle like that.
I’m good to help search, considering I already went,” Rin chimed in, “It’ll help you guys to have someone with an empty bladder to help look around.”
“I’m going too,” Eli chimed in, “I know we’ve already looked a bunch, but in this state, triple-checking wouldn’t hurt.”
“Anyone else want to come search?” Nico asked.
“I don’t think I can manage that right now,” Kotori admitted.
“I’m with Maki as well, I don’t want to be moving around too much like this,” Nozomi agreed, crossing her legs as she nursed her own full bladder.
“Well then, you guys can stay here and play cards or whatever. We’ll go search. But if we find somewhere to go, we’re using it first,” Nico announced boldly.
The search group shuffled out into the hallway as Nozomi began separating the decks and reshuffling, now that there were less players in the game. Out in the hallway, everyone but Rin was shuffling back and forth desperately. Eli had her arms crossed and was rocking back and forth with her legs crossed. Nico was shifting her weight from foot to foot as she bit her lip and looked around, wondering where to start. Umi was starting to bounce as she could feel her bladder pressing out against the hem of her skirt, and was really starting to worry about how full it was getting. If they didn’t find anything or get rescued soon, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold it.
“Where should we begin?” Rin asked.
“I don’t know,” Nico admitted, “I mean, we could start at the front again and work our way back.”
“The problem is we’ve already looked, so we have to search more thoroughly to find something we hadn’t before,” Eli pointed out.
“Why don’t we check the fitting room?” Umi asked, “It’s pretty big and there’s a lot of stuff in there. Besides, when we checked it earlier, we were really only looking for Honoka’s phone.”
The entire group agreed and hobbled down the hall back to the dressing room. It was a rather large area with racks upon racks of costumes towards the front, a mirror and a makeup stand off to one side, and a set of lockers behind a privacy wall towards the back. Rin immediately began rummaging around the racks of clothes, and Nico hopped from foot to foot as she moved some of the rolling racks of clothes to check behind them. Umi didn’t think they’d find much towards the front, so she quickly made her way back towards the lockers, and Eli accompanied her.
The first thing she checked for was a toilet tucked away somewhere towards the back, like one might find in a school locker room. Unfortunately, she came up empty. She turned to Eli, who was checking the lockers, but she paused, doubling over and discretely jamming a hand between her legs. As she bent forwards, Umi could see a small wet spot on her pants near her crotch which was mostly hidden between her legs. The sight made Umi rub her own abdomen, and she could feel her bulging bladder send signals of desperation through her. She bit her lip, and continued, desperately hoping that maybe a key to one of the locked rooms was tucked away in one of the opened lockers somewhere.
It wasn’t long before Umi and Eli had checked every locker, struggling with the ones lower to the ground. Umi even thought she would leak when she went to bend over to check the last few, but she was just barely able to hold it. She looked up at Eli, who was doing more desperate dancing than searching, and the two shook their heads.
Just as they did so, Nico rushed to the back, hopping from foot to foot with both hands between her legs, “Please tell me you guys found something?”
“No, sorry,” Umi replied.
“Ah! Oh no,” Nico doubled over as she buckled her knees, “I… I really have to go. I think I’m seriously going to wet myself here.”
“A-are, are you going to use the closet?” Eli asked. Umi looked over, appalled. She thought Eli was on her side with not using the closet, but she was even asking Nico if she was going to use it. Sure, it wasn’t a full-on suggestion, but Umi thought she would take a firmer stance on it.
“I…” Nico paused, clearly thinking about it.
“You can’t, that’s not a very idol-like thing to do, I’d have thought you of all people would be opposed to it,” Umi crossed her arms.
“It’s not like I want to! But really, I can’t hold it. Leaking in my panties isn’t very idol-like either, but I’m really bursting here!” Nico pushed back.
“Listen, if you really gotta go, you should go,” Rin encouraged, “It’s better than wetting yourself.”
“You can’t! Keep holding it,” Umi encouraged.
“I don’t think you should go either,” Eli backed up Umi, but she was clearly less forceful about it as she had been before.
“I…” Nico stood there, dancing desperately as she bit her lip, then her eyes widened. She doubled over and jammed both hands between her crotch, clamping down hard enough to turn her knuckles white, “I’m at my limit, I have to pee right now!”
She took off, stumbling quickly out of the fitting room and down the hall towards the closet. She was panting and holding herself desperately as she pried the door open and was immediately hit with the smell of pee from the puddle still lingering there. Nico glanced around the room quickly and hobbled over to the edge of the puddle. She barely had enough time to hike her skirt up and shift her panties out of the way before she exploded.
A messy, splashing stream burst out of her and dripped down her legs as she stood there. Nico didn’t even have time to squat down as the forceful spray gushed out of her. She could feel her swollen bladder ache and shudder as it pushed out all the pent up pee she had been holding in. She couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan as she continued to release the flood. Her forceful stream struck the excessive wad of toilet paper that Honoka had discarded, soaking it through thoroughly and muffling the sound of her splashing before it slowly soaked through and started to dissolve. Splashes dripped down her legs and onto her shoes, and she could feel the hand holding her panties out of the way being sprayed with droplets. Her stream was like a burst pipe spraying hot urine onto the floor. Nico looked down and watched as her puddle spread out, no longer restrained by the toilet paper, mixing with the other puddle and settling into the corner. Now the carpet along the entire back wall was soaked in pee.
It felt like she just kept peeing, even as she could feel relief overtake the aching pressure in her abdomen. She felt her bladder shrink as even as her stream continued unabated. Eventually, however, the pressure waned, and Nico was forced to shift herself forwards so she wasn’t just dribbling between her legs. Finally she finished, and she stood there and let herself drip a bit before her relief was replaced with embarrassment. Not only had Nico nearly wet herself, but her impromptu attempt to pee standing up had left her legs and shoes in a sorry state. She had dribbled a lot into her panties, and the hand she had held them back with was sopping wet in her own pee.
Nico reached for the toilet paper, taking a small amount and folding it up neatly. She tried to clean herself up as best as possible with that small amount, but it was clear she would need more. Wanting to keep her mess discreet, she discarded it off to the side away from where Honoka’s now pulpy wad of paper sat, utterly soaked in pee. Nico then reached for another neatly folded strip, and another, and by the time she was done she had used quite a bit. Embarrassed, she realized she had created a pretty large pile herself, which was slowly soaking into the ever-growing puddle.
She then exited the room and blushed as her shoes audibly squeaked as she stepped back out into the tiled hall. She saw the search group had moved on further down the hall, and she caught back up with them.
“Sorry about that, I nearly wet myself there,” Nico blurted out before blushing again, “Uh, please don’t mention that to the others.”
“No worries,” Rin beamed.
Nico looked to Umi and Eli, who had been against using the closet, but it seemed that only Umi seemed upset by her actions. Eli simply shot her a sympathetic look and nodded, “We’re all in a difficult position here. Now, let’s hope we find something that can remedy that.”
As the four continued on their search, the rest of the idols were crowded around the table, trying to focus on the game of cards. Naturally, Hanayo and Honoka were sitting comfortably and getting full into the game, but it was clear that Kotori was barely paying attention. She was sitting stark upright, barely fidgeting anymore, as she squeezed her thighs together. Across the table, Maki nursed her swollen bladder, feeling it bulge out against her tight dress. She reached down and unzipped the zipper discreetly to give herself just a bit more room, but the pressure this relieved was only a mild comfort. Nozomi was more focused on the game, but she was using it as a distraction even as she rubbed her knees together restlessly. All three of them were growing increasingly more desperate, and in the back of Nozomi’s mind, she sincerely hoped that the other group managed to find something, even if a bathroom seemed a bit too optimistic to hope for.
“5 Queens,” Kotori spoke, placing 5 cards down on the table.
“Bullshit,” Honoka called immediately, “There aren’t even 5 queens in the game, we’re only playing with one deck, remember?”
“It could be the Joker,” Nozomi pointed out.
“It’s not,” Kotori admitted, flipping over the cards, and revealing that only two of them had been queens.
“That was a terrible lie,” Maki pointed out.
“S-sorry,” Kotori replied, forcing a smile even as she squirmed and struggled. Honoka frowned and looked over at her, and was surprised to see Kotori nursing a bulging bladder so big, she could see it even through Kotori’s blouse.
“Kotori, are you okay?” Honoka asked, “I mean, aside from…”
“I’m fine,” Kotori reassured her, smiling. Even so, Honoka could see a sheen on Kotori’s forehead, and it was clear from how much she was squirming that the poor girl was beyond desperate.
Maki sighed, crossing her legs and placing her hand down on the table, face down, “Are any of us even paying attention to the game anymore? I mean, aside from you two.”
Maki motioned to both Honoka and Hanayo, the latter of whom blurted out, “S-sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault that you wound up going,” Maki shook her head, “I just mean I have to go so bad I can barely focus.”
“Maybe we should go and check if the others turned up anything?” Hanayo asked.
“Should we help them search?” Honoka chimed in, “Maybe it’ll go faster if we split up like earlier.”
“Be my guest, but I really don’t know how much more I can hold it if we’re all moving around,” Maki admitted calmly.
Honoka turned to Kotori, but she looked like she might wet herself if she even stood up, let alone walked around.
“I can go with you-” Nozomi stood up carefully as she spoke, but her offer wasn’t necessary. Before she could even finish her sentence, the door opened and Nico, Rin, Eli, and Umi all shuffled in. Nico and Rin looked perfectly fine, but it was clear Eli was in bad shape, openly holding herself and dancing in place. Umi was shuffling uncomfortably and biting her lip, but she wouldn’t allow herself to openly hold it.
“No luck,” Nico sighed, “We found a key, but it just opened a cabinet filled with snacks.”
“Snacks?” Honoka asked, eyes lighting up. However, she received a couple of stern looks from those still really trying to hold it in, so she shrunk down.
“This is bad,” Kotori spoke up, “I don’t know how much longer we’re gonna be able to hold it.”
“I think we really need to consider using the closet,” Nozomi suggested, “We’ve been holding it for a while, and we have no idea when they’ll realize we’re gone.”
“But-” Umi tried to protest.
“Plus, some of us have already used it,” Rin pointed out.
“Wait, it was only You, Hanayo, and Honoka, right?” Maki asked.
“Not anymore,” Umi crossed her arms, looking straight at Nico.
“Umi!” Nico complained.
“I knew something was off. You were squirming like crazy when you left the room,” Maki crossed her arms.
“Look who’s talking, you’re bouncing in your seat,” Nico pointed out.
Maki blushed, “That’s not… at least I’m still holding it.”
An awkward silence fell upon the room as Nico struggled and failed to come up with anything to say in response. Suddenly, however, Eli doubled over and let out a squeak as she clamped down against her crotch. The wet spot on her pants grew larger as she felt herself leak again, and she struggled to regain control. She managed to avoid any more leaks, but she could tell she was reaching her limits.
“Eli,” Nozomi chimed in, “I really think you should go. You too, Kotori.”
Kotori blushed as she sat in her chair, but it was clear she had been struggling for a while.
“I… I can hold it!” Kotori reassured, but tellingly she would not remove her hands from between her legs, and her legs were practically shaking below the table from holding back the flood. Honoka shot her an apologetic look, and Umi smiled, glad to see that one of her friends still had the sense not to give in and use the closet, no matter how bad things seemed.
Nozomi turned her attention back to Eli, who was panting with the effort of holding it in, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, even as she herself danced in place.
“There’s no real reason to wait anymore, unless the rest of us want to wait here until we wet ourselves,” Nozomi argued.
“I…” Eli paused. Her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew she couldn’t hold it much longer anyway. The temptation to give in had been chipping away at her willpower, and Nozomi encouraging her was doing a good job of convincing her to just go and use the closet. Still, a part of her resisted, and she shook her head, “I shouldn’t.”
“Eli, please,” Nozomi urged, “Would it make you feel better if I go too? I’ve been holding it for a while and I’m pretty desperate.”
“You’re going to use it too?” Eli asked, surprised.
“Yes, but only if it means you’ll go too,” Nozomi answered, “Otherwise, I’ll keep holding it.”
“I-If you need to go, you should just go!” Eli protested.
“Isn’t that the same logic for you, then? I can tell you can’t hold it anymore.”
Nozomi hugged her from behind and Eli let out a desperate shudder as her friend’s soothing voice further eroded her willpower. Finally, she nodded.
“I’ll go. But only if you go first!”
“Eli!” Umi gasped, shocked.
“I… I really can’t hold it much longer,” Eli admitted.
Nozomi wanted to protest that she should go first, in that case, but she was just happy that her clearly struggling friend had finally accepted relief.
“I’ll be quick!”
Nozomi quickly left the room and shuffled over to the closet with her thighs pressed together tightly. She quickly opened the door and observed the situation. Much of the carpet along the back wall was soaked with pee, and the available room to pee would shrink even more after she went. Nozomi rubbed her abdomen and gauged the fullness of her bladder. She wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting herself, but she was seriously desperate, and she knew she had a pretty large bladder capacity.
She figured the best thing would be for her to pee where there was already a puddle, but Nozomi had never been good at peeing while standing up, and she didn’t want to simply stand in the puddle and pee either. Instead, she positioned herself to the edge of the puddle near the first corner where Hanayo went. She hiked her skirt up and pulled down her panties, trying to keep her balance in a standing squat as she leaned back and hung her ass out over the puddle. She had to grab one of the metal poles making up the shelving for balance as she bent and squatted further before finally letting go.
Her first spurt splashed out and shot more between her legs than over the puddle, and Nozomi repositioned herself again, leaning even further back. She then relaxed again, but only partially, and held back so her stream was less forceful and more restricted. She let out a desperate moan as she finally peed, her bladder muscles screaming for her to relax fully. Still, she accomplished her goal, with a relatively neat stream trickling down onto one of the soaked masses of toilet paper the other girls left, pattering almost silently onto the floor. Naturally, the puddle still spread, but she was mostly aiming for the areas of the carpet that were already soaked, and the toilet paper helped slow the spread further.
She peed like that for a while, trying to keep her flow neat and restricted to keep it from spurting out forwards again. It took everything to fight her body’s urges to force it out, peeing unrestrained onto the floor, but she was really trying to take the others into consideration. Not only was Eli going immediately after, but she had seen Kotori, Maki, and Umi. All of them were quickly reaching their limits too.
Suddenly, however, there was a knock on the closet, and Nozomi briefly lost control, letting out another forceful stream in surprise before squeezing it off completely.
“Nozomi, please hurry, I can’t hold it anymore,” Eli begged. She was dancing outside the closet, desperately dancing and holding on as she tried not to let out another leak into her pants.
“Almost done,” Nozomi called out. She then relaxed again, and in the interest of speed, she forced the rest out. It splashed out towards the edge of the puddle and she was forced to spread her legs further apart to avoid her shoes getting soaked. She was finally able to let out a relieved sigh as the last of her pent-up flood forcefully splashed out of her.
When her bladder was finally empty, Nozomi quickly reached up and grabbed some toilet paper, wadding it up hastily and wiping herself off quickly before simply tossing it to the ground, bearing no mind to where it landed.
She quickly exited the room, holding the door open for Eli as she more hobbled than walked into the room with both hands jammed firmly against her crotch. Eli quickly got to work trying to unfasten her pants, half-worried that she would wet herself from the effort. She managed to unbutton them and pull them down with her panties before she shuffled over to the edge of the puddle and exploded. She was practically hugging her knees as her dam burst, and a torrential gush of hot urine shot out of her. She could feel the backsplash as her forceful stream struck the ground and the puddle and sprayed droplets against her bare ass.
She watched her stream hit Nico’s neatly folded pile of toilet paper and nearly shred the soaked tissue with the force of her peeing. The once-neat wad bunched up and caused her forceful stream to spray back at her even more. Eli couldn’t care about any of that right now, though, as she threw her head back and bit her finger, stifling a moan somewhere between pleasure and relief. She felt her distended bladder slowly deflate as she finally peed, and the painful pressure that she had been struggling to contain morphed into a hazy dull ache.
Eli panted as she lost herself in the blissful relief, sweat dripping from her brow from her previous exertions of holding everything in. Her bladder sent shudder after tingly shudder up her spine as it emptied, and she lost track of how long she had been peeing there.
It wasn’t until her stream started to slow down that she recalled what she was doing, and embarrassment and shame flooded back into her mind. Eli briefly considered stopping, now that she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself, and minimizing her mess to what she had already peed. But as she had inspected the massive puddle below her, she realized how trivial that all was now. She had almost literally pissed a river and now the puddle extended all the way down the entire left wall as well. Eli blushed as she inspected the sheer volume of it, even as she kept peeing, and as ashamed as she was for having left such a big mess in the room and giving into peeing on the floor, she realized it would be wasted effort and discomfort on her part to only go partially at this point.
She allowed herself to finish up and looked around before spotting the toilet paper everyone had been using. She grabbed a good amount and folded it neatly, wiping off her crotch and her ass gently as she let out one final sigh. Despite the discarded wads of paper already discarded here and there in the pile, some of them no longer even recognizable as paper, she still looked around for a wastebin or receptacle of any kind. Realizing there really wasn’t anything, she bashfully tossed her toilet paper into the puddle as well, watching embarrassed as it slowly soaked up the puddle she just made.
Eli then stood up, inspecting her damp panties and the wet spot on her pants. There wasn’t much she could do about either right now, so she bit her lip as she pulled her panties up and made a face of discomfort as the now cold, wet fabric touched her crotch. She pulled her pants back up over them, adjusting them to minimize the discomfort, and headed back out of the closet as well.
As she left, she saw Nozomi waiting for her, and the two headed back to the conference room. Now that there were more girls with empty bladders than with full ones among them, however, the atmosphere in the room had shifted drastically. Honoka, Hanayo, and Rin were joking around, and Nico and Maki were bickering about starting up another card game, even as the latter was still fidgeting and rubbing her knees together as she fought back against her swollen bladder.
However, there were two people in the room who still held an air of discomfort. Kotori was almost bent over the desk, legs squeezed together tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut in concentration, trying not to give into her aching bladder’s signals to let it loose right there. The other was Umi, who was tugging desperately at the edge of her skirt and rubbing her abdomen, nursing her own swollen bladder.
“We’re back,” Nozomi announced, expecting the announcement to prompt one of the other desperate girls to shoot up and rush towards the closet. However, Umi merely focused on holding it, Maki merely nodded, and Kotori clearly focused on holding it over anything that was happening around her.
“Kotori,” Honoka looked over at her friend, who was clearly at her limits.
The poor girl was trembling with the effort of holding it in, and no matter how you looked at it, she had been desperate longer than all of them. It was actually impressive how long she had held on. Even Kotori was surprised she was still holding it, somehow. She had been forced to hold it in unfortunate circumstances before, but she was positive she had never had to pee as bad as she did right now.
Kotori looked over at Umi, who was also clearly holding it in, and frowned. She knew Umi was a stickler for things like this, and she didn’t think Umi would approve, even if the alternative was wetting herself. But unfortunately, Kotori really couldn’t keep holding it anymore.
“I…” Kotori spoke up, already feeling Umi’s gaze land upon her, “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m sorry.”
“Kotori!” Umi’s eyes widened, even as she felt her own bladder spasm.
“I’ve held it in as long as I can, I really tried, Umi,” Kotori looked over at her apologetically, “But I’m past my limits. Even if someone came right now, I don’t even know if I could wait for them to unlock the bathrooms.”
“I can’t believe Eli gave in, but I thought you out of everyone would keep holding it no matter what!”
“Umi, stop being so hard on her,” Honoka urged, “Besides, it’s clear you need to go too. You should both just go already.”
“The closet’s already a mess, there’s not really much of a point in holding it in anymore,” Nozomi pointed out.
“It’s not proper, and the last thing I want to do is make more work for the people who come rescue us. This is supposed to be a nice venue, and we’ve literally made a puddle in one of the closets!” Umi shot back, “The least the rest of us still holding it can do is wait until we’re rescued.”
“I… I can’t, I’m sorry, Umi!” Kotori replied. She then stood up quickly but carefully, and nearly doubled over as she felt a leak escape into her panties.
She gasped and was convinced she would wind up wetting herself right there, but by some miracle she managed to hold on. She took a step towards the door, and then another before feeling another small dribble escape, and she realized she was out of time.
Kotori bolted to the closet, ignoring the drips and dribbles escaping out into her panties. The second she was past the door, she had seconds to pull her panties down and got stuck in a mostly standing position, crouching over as she hiked her skirt up and exploded like a broken fire hydrant. A powerful, forceful stream shot out of her and splashed halfway across the room. Her arc struck a pile of toilet paper and pattered as it soaked through the already sopping tissue further. Dribbles from her stream’s arch struck the dry carpet below, and Kotori realized she was too close to the door. She awkwardly hobbled closer to the puddle as she continued to pee forcefully. Her stream splashed messily onto the ground and the awkward way she hadn’t quite made it to a proper spot to pee left a streak of piss soaking into the carpet. Her spray now messily splashed just beyond the edge of the preexisting puddle, creating a puddle of her own that quickly merged with the rest.
She finally settled into a half-standing squat as she threw her head back and let herself pee uncontrollably, feeling rivulettes and droplets stream down her legs as her awkward position and sheer pressure of her stream meant that the pent-up flood she had been holding far beyond what she thought she was capable of sprayed out of her.
She felt her knees buckle with weakness as she gave into the blissful relief, and she nearly fell over as she felt all the strength leave her. Her bladder ached even as it emptied itself onto the floor, and Kotori couldn’t help but watch as her messy stream splashed and spread the combined puddle out even further. She could’ve sworn she was peeing for minutes before she felt her stream start to weaken, and even then it took even longer to fully taper off and slow to mere dribbles.
Kotori glanced down and blushed at the messy stains she left on the carpet from her awkward crawl the final meter from the door to the puddle, and even then she had added a considerable river to the ever growing puddle. There was hardly any dry room left on the floor, and whoever went after her would have to awkwardly walk around the leaks she left on the carpet near the door.
More pressingly, however, were the streams and dribbles running down her legs and cooling. She grabbed a considerable amount of toilet paper to clean herself off, and tried to pat away all the cold, sticky wetness that clung to her inner thighs and down her calves.
Any other time, Kotori would’ve been utterly petrified, but in this moment she was just grateful she had made it at all. She had definitely pushed herself right up to her body’s limits, and if she had waited even a moment longer, she would’ve left a puddle in the hallway, if not in the conference room.
Letting out a final relieved sigh, Kotori finished cleaning herself up and let her messy wad fall to the ground and start soaking up her puddle. She blushed considerably at the thought of leaving the signs of her clean-up there, but she couldn’t exactly walk out with her legs still dripping with pee, and she had nowhere else to put the offending tissue.
She pulled her panties back up and left the closet, feeling greatly relieved. This feeling, however, quickly faded into shame and embarrassment as she met the unamused gaze of Umi, who was practically bouncing in her chair from desperation, but still adamantly refusing to acknowledge the closet as any kind of substitute for the toilet, even in a last-resort situation.
“Feeling better?” Nozomi asked, smiling.
Kotori blushed and nodded, and took a seat down right next to Umi. Umi crossed her arms, even as she rubbed her knees together. She was more than shocked at Kotori for using the closet, she felt betrayed. A part of her realized she wanted Kotori to hold it out too. If one of the most desperate of them, who had to pee pretty bad when they first realized they just got locked in, had held it until they were rescued, it meant that she was right about holding it no matter what and not resorting to doing something so brash and shameless.
Another part of her was growing increasingly desperate, and knowing Kotori was even more desperate had given Umi the resolve to keep holding it. Now, however, even Kotori had given in and gone. That only left her and Maki, and Maki was so calm and hard to read that Umi wasn’t sure how much she was feeling it.
In truth, Maki was really nearing her limits. It had taken her great resolve to keep her desperate squirming to a minimum, but internally her whole body was screaming at her for release. Even unzipping her skirt to take the pressure off her swollen bladder had only been a mild comfort, and by this point she was focusing solely on holding it and maintaining some modicum of composure.
Umi, however, had no way of knowing this, and merely sat there, frowning at Kotori as her own bladder screamed at her.
“Feeling better, now that you’ve made an even bigger mess to clean up?” Umi spoke harshly, and Kotori further blushed and shrunk down.
“I, I would’ve made a mess anyway,” Kotori tried to defend herself, “I really couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“Come on, Umi,” Honoka frowned, “It was clear Kotori was bursting from the beginning, and she really tried to hold on as long as she could! If any of us deserved to go, it was her!”
“I don’t think any of you should’ve gone!” Umi shot back, “It’s not proper!”
“Yeah, well, neither is accidentally locking a bunch of idols in a concert hall with no access to toilets,” Nico shot back, “We all had to do it. Only you and Maki are still holding it.”
“At least me and Maki ARE still holding it!”
“Actually, I’m going to go too,” Maki stood up.
“Maki? Really?” Umi asked.
“I… I’m at my limit here. I really can’t hold it anymore, and there really isn’t any reason to sit here and wet myself just because it’s not a proper toilet. If I’m gonna make a mess somewhere, I’d rather it be in the closet.”
Umi let out a defeated sigh and gave up trying to convince Maki to stop. Maki kept her composure as she walked out of the room, but as soon as the door closed behind her, she desperately jammed both hands between her legs and bit her lip as she danced in place. She really was at her limit.
Maki staggered over to the closet and stepped in, only to be struck with the thick stench of pee. She noticed the stains and streaks left by Kotori, as well as the wads of toilet paper, now half-dissolved in the large puddle that covered most of the floor.
She quickly shuffled over to one of the last remaining dry spots, nearly losing it as she spread her legs to step over the puddles to get there, and quickly folded up her pencil skirt out of the way. Maki pulled her panties down as she held her crotch with one hand, and let a few errant dribbles out onto the floor beneath her before finally squatting down and letting go.
She squatted properly, arms resting on her knees as she looked down at her stream. It was forceful, but neat, with minimal spray as it splashed into the puddle in front of her. It was almost like she was using a traditional squat toilet. Unfortunately, a toilet it was not, and Maki quickly realized the puddle was spreading out towards her. She shuffled backwards and spread her legs, trying to keep the growing puddle away from her shoes even as she peed.
Her breaths were ragged as she let out a few relieved sighs, closing her eyes and merely basking in the relief she was finally getting. Her brow was sweating from the effort of not only holding it in, but trying to maintain her composure while doing it. In fact, Maki’s main motivation for holding it for so long rather than using the closet was less because she was stubbornly against doing so, but more out of wanting to maintain her appearances, especially since it had been her father’s connections that had landed them this venue. Even then, appearance and composure would’ve served her very little with her skirt and panties totally soaked, so when she reached her limits, she realized she had no other choice.
Her stream slowed to a trickle, and then a dribble as she pushed the last drops out of her. She stood up carefully, avoiding the large puddle once again, and grabbed the toilet paper before taking a small amount of toilet paper and wiping herself up carefully. She dropped the small, folded tissue onto one of the piles of toilet paper already sitting there, and fixed her skirt and panties before stepping back out into the hall.
She returned to the conference room and avoided Umi’s gaze as she sat down, blushing.
“Well, that leaves one of us, then.”
Everyone turned to Umi, who was squirming desperately in her seat. She looked up at everyone and crossed her arms, trying to look stern even as she wriggled around restlessly.
“I’m holding it!”
“Umi,” Kotori frowned, “It’s clear you really have to go. It’s not good for you to hold it in.”
“Y-you were way more desperate than I am now when you went! I can hold it until help arrives!”
“Umi,” Honoka began, concerned, “Please, you really should just go!”
“Absolutely not!”
Umi was determined to hold it, but the truth was despite her strong words, she was desperate. Her bladder was so full and her body wanted nothing more than to relax and let it all out. It was only out of stubbornness that she continued to struggle with all her strength to hold on. She couldn’t keep her legs still under the table, and despite how adamant she was about making it until she had access to a proper toilet, she was desperately begging for help to come sooner rather than later.
“Oh, just let her hold it,” Nico sighed, crossing her arms, “She’ll be forced to go eventually.”
“I… I won’t!” Umi reaffirmed, though she didn’t sound so convinced herself.
“Well, now that most of us are comfortable for the time being, want to continue the game?” Rin asked.
The card game resumed, in the background, but Umi couldn’t really focus on it anymore. She was playing on autopilot as every ounce of her body fought desperately against the pent-up flood inside her. She kept desperately shuffling and shifting in her seat, trying to find a position that gave her some small amount of relief or comfort. However, all she could feel was the immense pressure built up inside of her bladder. She knew she was getting closer and closer to her limits.
Umi strained her ears, drowning out the cheery laughs from her friends as they enjoyed the card game, and hoped to hear the sounds of people walking down the halls, wondering where they were. She wanted someone to show up and unlock the bathroom door so she could bolt to the toilet and finally let it all out.
With her bladder so full, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Seconds felt like minutes as she tried to focus on the game. Every time her turn came around, she stiffly and robotically placed down what cards she needed, or any random card if she didn’t have her number. She was grateful for Honoka helping her reach the center of the table. The last thing Umi wanted was to keep having to get up and stretch over just to place her cards on the pile. She also caught the occasional concerned glance from the others as she sat there, stubbornly holding it, even as it was clear she was becoming increasingly desperate.
This continued for some time. Umi herself wasn’t even sure how long it had been, but it felt like forever, when her bladder sent a powerful wave of desperation shooting through her. She doubled over across the table, dropping her cards and shoving both hands between her legs. She clamped down with all her strength as her bladder fought her to it all out, and she felt a leak escape into her panties. Umi tried desperately to regain control, but she let another few dribbles out into her panties before finally regaining some semblance of control over her bursting bladder.
Unfortunately, while the wave subsided, she was now at the peak of her desperation. She had absolutely reached her limits. She buckled and shook in the effort to keep holding it, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she leaked more, and let it all out onto the floor.
“Umi,” Kotori looked over in concern.
Umi felt tears pool in the corners of her eyes as she realized the inevitable. She would either wet herself, or be forced to resort to the closet like everyone else. Like everyone else had said. She considered holding it longer, but she felt her bladder spasm again and barely kept herself from leaking once more. With that, the last of her stubborn resolve dissolved away.
“I… I can’t hold it anymore.”
Eli frowned, “Umi, please, you should-”
“Yes, yes! Fine!” Umi yelled, more angry at herself than at the others, “I’ll go!”
Umi stood up and gasped as she nearly lost control right then and there. She had pushed herself too far. She hobbled over to the door and Kotori helped her open it so she could keep both hands firmly clamped down on her crotch. She waddled awkwardly across the hall to the closet, and once again Kotori helped her with the door.
Umi looked down at the shameless puddle that covered nearly the entire floor of the small room, and began second-guessing herself. The room was a mess, the carpet was totally soaked, and there were large, half-dissolved wads of toilet paper everywhere. From where she stood, she could see Honoka’s panties soaked by the puddle and tucked away in the corner. It was a disaster, and she was about to add to it. She briefly considered turning around and hobbling back out, but she knew that even trying to was asking to wet herself on the walk back. She really was at her absolute limit.
Umi staggered further into the room, though there was basically nowhere else to pee other than right near the door. She quickly pulled down her panties, squatted down facing the puddle, and relaxed. But then nothing. No desperate explosion onto the floor, no stream. Not a minute ago Umi was positive she was going to wet herself if she waited any longer, but now that she was squatting down and in position, nothing happened.
Even while not able to pee, her bladder was screaming at her for release, and she squirmed around in that squatting position, trying to relax her muscles, trying to give her body the relief it was begging for this whole time. She had finally given in, and now her body itself wouldn’t let her go.
Umi waited for what felt like ages, feeling on the verge of peeing while simultaneously not being able to, and she thought maybe she was right, that she shouldn’t be doing this. She kept looking around the room and seeing the absolute devastation her friends left, and knew that someone else would have to clean it up. Not to mention that if Umi stood up and somehow made it back to the room, she could say that she changed her mind and doubled down on holding it until they got help.
“Umi, are you okay in there?” Kotori knocked on the door. Apparently Umi had been in there long enough for Kotori to become worried.
However, Kotori’s voice also had a different effect. It shocked Umi, who inadvertently let out a spurt onto the floor. Umi looked down, horrified, and before she could stop it, she finally burst. A hot, gushing stream sprayed out of her and soaked the floor beneath her, splashing as it combined with the already large puddle and spread out, soaking into the last bastion of dry carpet that existed in the room.
Umi, still conflicted, tried her best to stop it, but all she managed was to slow the torrential flow as her entire body gave in. She had no more strength, her muscles had been pushed to their limits holding it, and even straining as hard as she could she couldn’t even slow her flow to a trickle, let alone stop fully. Realizing it was useless, and that even if she did stop, she wouldn’t be able to keep holding it long enough for it to matter, Umi gave in and let herself keep peeing onto the floor.
She tried to drown out the embarrassing sound of her stream splashing messily onto the floor, and the muted sound of the flow hitting the soaked carpet constantly reminded her that she wasn’t peeing into a proper toilet. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the intense relief she was finally feeling over the abject embarrassment, but even as waves of relief washed over her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something very wrong.
By the time she was finished, only the smallest of patches of carpet by the door was still dry, and Umi’s shoes had gotten caught up in the expanding puddle. Frowning, she stood up and looked around, quickly spotting the toilet paper that everyone else had been using. She tried to reach out to it without stepping further into the puddle, but unfortunately she had to step further into the room to grab it.
Once Umi had it, she hastily wiped herself off, as well as using a wad to try to dry out her damp panties as best as possible. She pulled them up and was unsatisfied with how damp they still felt against her crotch, but they were as dry as she was going to get them.
She then realized she was standing there with wads of toilet paper in her hand, and nowhere to put them. She realized the sensible thing would be to discard them with everyone else’s, but she still looked around for a waste basket or something else to dispose of them properly. She also briefly considered taking them with her and trying to find another trash can somewhere, but she realized it would be both humiliating and embarrassing to be carrying around a wad of used toilet paper down the hallways.
Umi let out a defeated sigh and simply let the wad fall into the puddle uselessly, trying to avoid looking at it or thinking about how someone would have to clean it up later. She then wiped her shoes off on the carpet as best as possible before heading out of the room, blushing furiously as she spotted Kotori looking concerned by how long she had been in there.
“Are you-”
“Please, Kotori, don’t,” Umi shook her head. She took the walk of shame back to the conference room, hearing her shoes squeak against the tiles and shrinking down on herself even further. She expected the room to erupt with everyone asking her if she felt relieved or that they told her so, or that she should’ve gone earlier, but thankfully they seemed to understand how humiliated she felt, and aside from a comforting hand on her shoulder from Honoka, no one said anything about it. Umi tried to forget what was happening as she got back into the game, but the embarrassment and awkwardness still weighed on her mind.
About an hour later, the girls were found. Their parents, expecting them all to be back by then, realized something was wrong, and Maki’s parents got in contact with the venue. They had called around and soon the employee who locked up realized her mistake.
“I’m really sorry,” she said when they finally found the girls, “I forgot we recently installed automatic, timed locks on the doors inside the building. There’s a lot of expensive equipment here, so they were installed to prevent theft, but I told you it would be fine to use the front, and you wound up getting locked in.”
“It’s fine,” Maki smiled, “I’m just glad we weren’t stuck in here all night.”
“Yeah, I mean, where would we have even slept?” Rin asked, “And I’m sure we would’ve had to go to the bathroom again.”
“Again?” the staff members asked.
The subject of the bathroom had been brought up, and eventually what they wound up doing in the closet came to light. Rather than being upset with them, however, the staff once again deeply apologized, saying it wasn’t their fault since the bathrooms were locked, and they were sorry for making the girls do something like that due to their oversight.
As the group was all heading out, ready to head home with their parents, Umi found Honoka and whispered to her “Hey, Honoka, your panties are still in the closet.”
“W-what? Oh no, I won’t be able to grab them now!” Honoka blushed, “They’ll definitely find them!”
“Should we go back?” Umi asked.
Honoka thought for a moment before shaking her head, “Nah, it’s fine. They have to clean everything else up anyway, and they won’t know who’s panties they are. It’d be more embarrassing if I went back and told them they were mine.”
Umi blushed, having no idea how Honoka could be so carefree about this. But then again, her words did make some sense, and it had been Umi being so uptight about it that had led to her holding it to the point of leaking instead of just going like everyone else. Still, the thought of her and everyone else leaving such a mess behind for the staff to clean up was equal-parts shameful and embarrassing, and Umi sincerely hoped nothing like this ever happened again.
The End |
Part I— Ed Turns
Written by Will Holden
Commissioned by Bee Fuller
Ed was by all accounts an almost painfully ordinary guy. Every Monday through Friday, he drove his same preowned Chevy to his same boring office job, exchanged the same middling banter around the same water cooler with the same friendly but unremarkable coworkers. Then weekends were spent imbibing as much booze as his barely–above–minimum–wage paycheck would cover, then wash, rinse, repeat ad infinitum. There was however, even back then, one thing that made Ed just a little bit different from his fellow office drones, and clubbers. Ed often took that boring traffic-filled commute, and those watercooler talks— talks during which he almost always had a little paper cup or two of that weird room temperature office water himself— with his bladder still sloshing full of the previous night’s piss. And those long nights at the club, he would knock back shot after shot, mug after mug, watching other guys waddle desperately to the men’s room to “break the seal,” then make that same odyssey many more times throughout the night, while he remained at the bar, laughed at their weakness, and ordered another round. Ed wasn’t sure exactly when it had started for him, but ever since he could remember, he had taken a sort of odd pride in his iron bladder. There wasn’t much that Ed had on the other guys around him, but this was one talent— if you could call it that— at which he could effortlessly wipe the floor with nearly any other guy he knew— And when it came to holding contests, floors needing wiping was always a very real possibility. It wasn’t much, but it gave him just that little boost of confidence he needed to make it through yet another monotonous day.
It was on one of his Saturday night excursions at a club he knew well, Trancium, that Ed would learn a cruel lesson in humility far too late. Normally, Ed made a point of relieving himself no more than three times a day even— no, especially— on days he went out drinking. He found it to be almost embarrassing to answer the call of nature with the rest of the weak–bladdered drunks. Tonight was different however, for two reasons: the first reason was straightforward enough. He had way overdone it. His last piss had been at noon today— His first and only release of the day. Now, it was well after one in the morning. Since then, he had easily drunk at least a litre of water, some tea, a glass of orange juice, and all of that was before he had even arrived at the club and decided to show off and order five beers all at once and shotgun them. Now, even Ed’s seemingly limitless bladder of steel was tender and pulsating, and it took everything in his power to keep from leaking spurts of hot yellow piss from his whimpering pee hole into his white loose–fitting boxers. The other reason? Well, that would be the same reason he had done something so boneheaded as shot-gunning that many beers at once in the first place. Ed had a date tonight. A beautiful, vivacious woman with bouncing pink hair named Alyssa he’d met on his last visit here. It was one thing to be forced to hold yourself, or worse get caught leaking in public under ordinary circumstances— already completely mortifying, but on a date? Out of the question. Like any sane person with probably three liters and thirteen hours of boiling piss roiling like a tsunami against the world’s tiniest floodgate to escape their overtaxed bladder, Ed decided it was time to call it, and politely excused himself to go use the men’s room.
As he got from up his seat, a fresh wave of desperation hit him, and he audibly groaned from the excruciating strain it took to keep the contents of his own personal ocean safely inside of him in. He felt a single half of a dribble form at the edge of his exhausted pee hole. He willed it to go back inside somehow, it of course, did not oblige. If only he had known that that single dribble would be one of the last semblances of relief his poor bladder would ever experience again. He squeezed his thighs together, trying not to make it obvious just how frantic with desperation he was in front of his beautiful companion, and waddled carefully towards the men’s room. While he was walking very slowly, trying his best not to let a single leak slip, men clearly infinitely less desperate than he was easily stepped in front of him, and by the time he got to the men’s room—single stall, of course, just his luck— a line had formed. He bit his lip, and felt himself almost tear up, praying to every deity he could think of for the line to at least move quickly. By the time he was near the front of the line, Ed swore his bladder must have weighed as much as a bowling ball, and his hands had found their way to his pockets, where they formed a chokehold around the head of his poor straining, twitching cock.
The guy in front of him went in, and his throbbing pee hole almost released another spurt in anticipation. He pinched it off, reminding himself that relief was close, so very, very close—But not there. Not yet. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his date sauntering towards him. He guessed that she must be headed for the ladies’ room and tried his best to pull himself together lest she see him in his current pathetic state. Instead, she walked directly up to him. His desperate cock danced up and down in protest. He was so close, and now he was going to have to have a conversation, so painfully close to relief and not show how achingly desperate he was. It felt almost too cruel to bear.
“Uh h-hey, Alyssa,” he stammered through clenched teeth, “What’s uh… What’s up?”
She gave a low chuckle that had an odd menace to it. Ed felt a shiver run up his spine, and this time it wasn’t yet another urgent warning signal from his straining bladder. Still, it didn’t help, and he squeezed his legs together even tighter just moments too late to stop another dribble from starting to form at the tip of his straining cock. “Oh Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you are adorable.” Alyssa ran the back of her hand lightly along his cheek and pressed him against the wall. He felt his cock twinge again, for a different reason, and the momentary change in sensation nearly caused him to lose another spurt. He let out a little whimper despite himself.
“Hey Alyssa, can you just h-h-hold that thought for one second? It’s just that I’m next in line and…” He looked down and trailed off, embarrassed to admit just how close his bladder was to exploding in a gushing yellow mess in his pants right there.
Alyssa didn’t budge, just traced his jawline once again, “You’re cute. But I have a confession to make.”
“Oh y-y-yeah?” Ed stammered as he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, the rushing water, and the knowledge of just how close relief was nearly made him lose it on the spot once again, but he clenched every muscle in his body, and instead gently tried to push Alyssa off of him, “I’m really sorry Alyssa, but I promise you I’ll be right back.” Her grip was like iron and didn’t give an inch.
“I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that Eddie-poo. See, there’s something I really need to tell you. And it can’t wait another moment.” The door handle turned, and a tall man exited wearing the look of blissful relief Eddie would have given his left arm to share.
Another guy came from down the hall, “Excuse me,” he asked, holding himself in a way Ed desperately wished he had the freedom to do at the moment, “Are you in line? Sorry if I’m interrupting it’s just that I’ve had three beers, and hoo boy… My teeth are floating!”
“Yes!” Ed almost shouted, tears forming in his eyes.
“No, go right ahead.” Alyssa talked over him. The man looked between the two of them with a bit of confusion for a moment, before Ed heard the sound of a soft hiss, as a small wet patch formed at the front of the man’s trousers. The man appeared to panic, grabbed himself with both hands, and rushed into the bathroom without further hesitation, slamming the door behind him. Ed’s pee hole twinged and throbbed enviously, sending a shock of pain up his bladder, and through his cock.
“Why did you do that?” He whimpered, then, scarcely believing the words were leaving his mouth, he whispered with a shaking voice, “I–I really need to go, okay?” Even through the door, Ed could hear the absolute roaring gush of what had to be almost about half as much boiling urine as occupied Ed’s own tormented bladder rushing with the speed of a high-intensity water canon into the toilet bowl. Ed’s dick jumped up and down several times violently, begging for the relief he still stubbornly refused it.
“I needed to get you alone, Ed, darling, so I could do this.” She tilted his chin up, pressed her lips to the hollow of his neck, and suddenly, Ed felt a new type of pain entirely course through his entire body. One that almost drowned out the agony radiating from his tortured bladder. Almost. It was like two tiny little knives stabbing him in the neck, and then he felt the suction, and a venomous burn in his veins, and he started to go weak.
“It’s like I was trying to tell you before Eddie darling, I didn’t ask you here for a date. I asked you here for dinner. Well, to be my dinner, that is. But it’s all going to be okay, see, in just a moment, I’ll have sucked you dry, and none of this will matter.” Ed struggled, trying to get out a scream, to get away, something. But she was so strong, and it was all he could do just to keep his floodgates shut, because even then, Ed just couldn’t quite manage to swallow his pride.
Just as Ed felt himself start to lose consciousness, another guy approached him to get in line, and saw them. Alyssa hissed and shrieked like a feral cat and fled the scene at an impossible speed, leaving Ed with nothing left to do but collapse shaking to the ground. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the burning venom that was now coursing through his veins, or the waves of shock that screamed through his bulging bladder as he hit the floor.
“Whoa, you okay, man,” his accidental saviour asked.
Ed grabbed his burning cock, preventing a spurt from leaking out, and nodded though he knew it wasn’t true. It took him several tries, but he managed to get onto his knees, and desperately clawed at the men’s room door, “Please…” He begs, “I – I just need to…” He twisted his legs like a pretzel, and knocked on the door with all his remaining strength, “Can’t… Can’t hold much longer… Please…”
“Uh sorry bro,” came the oblivious response from the other side of the door, “gonna be occupado for at least a few more minutos.”
Ed finally broke down and openly sobbed, clinging onto his throbbing cock for dear life. No, no, no. This could not be happening. Ed couldn’t even process that he’d just been bitten by a vampire, all he knew was that no matter what happened after this, he couldn’t just lose control in the middle of a club like this. It was completely out of the question. He was Iron-Bladdered Ed. He didn’t just have accidents in the middle of a public club like some sort of weakling.
“Dude, I hate to say it, but maybe you should just like… Go. Whatever that chick did to you looks like kind of a medical emergency. You should probably go to the hospital. Nobody is going to judge you if you piss yourself right now. Hell, that guy over there just did it, and he didn’t even get bitten by some freaky chick,” the man behind him in line tried to reassure him.
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t do that. I’ll never do that!” He almost shouted through tears. He felt a change come over him. Suddenly, the burning in his veins died down. His hearing amplified, and it made the sound of the flush he’d been desperately waiting for even louder than he was expecting. The near–deafening rush of water added yet another torment to his already tortured bladder. The door opened, and he forced himself into a standing position, doubled over clutching at his crotch, he waddled in, and shut the door. He caught a brief glimpse of the mirror, and if he hadn’t been in such desperate agony, he would have done a double take— But there was no time to think about anything that wasn’t the toilet and the steps between him and the ecstasy of draining nearly three full litres of piss from the bursting dam inside his abdomen. Finally, he stood over the toilet. After everything he’d been through, it almost felt like a dream. Ed swore he could almost hear a choir of serenading angels as he pulled his throbbing dick out of his trousers, finally relaxed his tired, painfully pulsating pee hole, or at least he tried to, and… Nothing happened. The hole remained pulled tightly shut. Maybe he held too long. Ed takes a long breath and tried again. And again. And again. And yet again. Still, no matter how hard he tried, nothing moved. Here he was, his bulging bladder jutting out several inches over his hips, standing directly over the toilet, cock out and ready, yet relief was somehow further away than it had ever been. He just barely resisted the urge to cry again, knowing it wouldn’t help anything. Instead, he pressed down on his bladder, hoping to get the long-awaited flow started manually. The sensation hurt so badly he let out a moan of pure agony, yet still not a single dribble of piss escaped his pounding bladder for his trouble. He tried desperately to remember what other tricks he’d heard for peeing when it was hard to get started. He went to the sink to turn the water on, and that’s when he finally realized the nature of his situation. As the water started flowing, Ed’s knees naturally squeezed together, but it was completely unnecessary. Ed’s reflection in the mirror was gone. Ed had been bitten by a vampire, and now had been turned into one too.
There’s one thing nobody really talks about when it comes to vampires. Sure, everyone knows they can move fast, have inhuman strength, drink blood, all that good stuff. And everyone knows they don’t show up in mirrors, and can’t handle the sunlight, garlic, crucifixes, the basics. But, there’s something else no vampire can do once they have turned, and dear reader I suspect you may have already got an inkling what it is— Vampires cannot urinate. At all. Ever. For most, that’s not an issue. Vampires don’t make new urine, and any normal person would naturally piss themselves from the pain of the turning process if they had needed to go when they were bitten. Ed, unfortunately for him, was not most people when he was human, and now he has an eternity to live, and he will spend every second of it just as painfully desperate as he was that night. Forever. |
I wish this was a true story....but a girl can dream, can't she? 🙂
I've been dating this guy for about a year, but I've never told him about my weird abdl fetish. (I've never told anyone in real life, soo embarrassing, lol) But, a couple weeks ago when I was at his place I found some files on his computer. Girls wetting themselves, girls wearing diapers, etc. I knew this could open up a whole new part to our relationship, but I still was too scared to say anything. Until this weekend.
I decided to take the plunge, and tell him everything. He lives about an hour away, so I only see him on weekends usually. So, Friday afternoon, I made up my mind to tell him. But I wanted to make sure I wouldn't chicken out at the end, so I made sure to set up things so that I would have to tell him.
I started by dressing up in a pink tshirt and denim overalls (they always make me feel little). That's not so odd, sometimes I wear them anyway, and he says them make me look cute 🙂 But underneath I put on a pair of pink training pants (that will be hard to explain later, I thought 🙂 Then I put my hair in pigtails, and drank a whole bunch of water. The hour long drive to his place was a weird combination of desperation and nervousness. I had to go pee before I left, but I didn't go. By the time I finally got there. I was completely desperate. I had leaked a bit already in my training pants while sitting in the car, but I've always found it hard to pee when sitting down, so i didn't think it was that much. Getting out of the car and standing up I squirted some more, and the warm wetness and pressure relief felt soooo good that maybe I let out a bit more than I was planning :). Walking to his front door I could hardly walk straight, I had to pee so bad, and I leaked a bit more (once I start it's hard to stop). I started having second thoughts about my plan, but it was a bit too late now....
"HI", I called out as I opened his front door. He walked in from the other room, and stopped in his tracks. "Whoa, you look adorable", he said "Thank you", I giggled, "I really hafta go potty". (OMG I can't believe I just said it like that!) "I can see that", he said, pointing. I looked down and gasped--there was a wet patch on my overalls already! "Oh no", I squealed, immediately getting into character. (No turning back now, I thought.) "I was trying to be a big girl". "It's ok baby", he said, taking me in his arms. I could feel him pushing against me, rock hard. "Oooh, feels like somebody likes", I said, reaching down to rub him a little bit. He could hardly talk, he was so excited. "I can't hold it much longer, I should really find a bathroom before I go potty in my pants", i said. "Just wait a bit cutie", he said, blushing. I could see how excited he was, and to be honest, so was I. "But I'm gonna have a accident!", I said, dancing a little bit. He took my hand and led me into the kitchen (with a tile floor) and sat on a chair. He patted his lap, for me to sit on it. This is new for both of us, and we haven't even talked about anything, it's just kinda happening. I straddle him on the chair (almost losing it in the process) and we start making out. His hands wander to under my overalls (overalls are great for that btw :), and all of a sudden he stops and he's feeling my thick wittle girl training pants. He's curious, but not really sure what he's touching, so he feels all around and underneath, where they're totally soaked. It feels sooo good to have him touch me through my wet panties like that. My whole body is trembling. With my legs spread apart, and him touching me like that, I don't have a whole lot of control. All of a sudden I feel a big spasm, and I totally start wetting my pants! I can feel hot pee flowing into my training pants, which only hold the wetness for a few seconds before they're saturated, then my overalls start getting wet. I look down, and see an ever increasing wet spot, and it's going all over his lap. Pee runs down our legs, and starts making a puddle on the floor, and I can hear it splashing. He looks straight at me and kisses me while I'm peeing on his lap. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm peeing all over you!". I'm blushing like crazy, but he so obviously enjoys it that I don't actually feel that embarrassed. Just safe, and loved...and wet. Soaked, in fact. "Baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen", he says. I let him touch me all over my wet clothes.
He starts unbuttoning my overalls. "Do you wanna see my wittle twaining pants?" I ask him, "look what I did, I had a big accident! I twied to be a big girl, but sometimes I have accidents still" He just stares, almost in shock. Pretty soon I'm standing there in the middle of the kitchen with nothing on, and a pile of wet clothes on the floor. He looks like he's about to cum before he even gets close to me. He pulls me down to the floor on top of all my wet clothes, and is quickly inside me. He only holds it for about 15 seconds. (I guess I'll have to wait until later, lol 🙂 "Sorry baby, but you're just so cute and I've never done anything like this before and I just couldn't wait any longer". "That's ok", I say, laying with him in a puddle and a pile of peed-in clothes on the floor, "I'm just happy we have this out in the open now. I saw some of your pictures a couple weeks ago, and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you that I've been into this for years too". He blushes a bit, and grins. "Those pictures were supposed to be hidden, but I'm glad you saw them, if this is the result". I looked at him. "Can you change me?" I ask. "Why, what else do you got?", he says. I lead him over to my suitcase, which is full of all my abdl stuff. Diapers, onesies, pacifiers, baby powder, it's all there. His eyes widen. He takes my by the hand and leads me up the bedroom. He grabs a towel and spreads it on the bed, and then lays me down on it and pops my pacifier in my mouth. I'm still covered in pee, but it's a bit air-dried now, and there's a faint smell of it in the air. I'm ok with staying like that for a while 🙂 He gets out a thick baby diaper, with cute pink hearts on it, and puts it under my bum. Then he sprinkles baby powder on me (OMG I love that smell), rubbing it all over my stomach and breasts as well. He tapes up the diaper, and I stand up so he can put me in a pink onesie, with a little matching skirt. I help him fix my pigtails with some cute little bows. Blushing, but feeling totally babyish, I stand in front of him and twirl around for inspection. "You like?". "Baby, you are freaking adorable!", he says, taking me in his arms and feeling my thick diaper. Giggle, I can't wait to see what else we get into this weekend 🙂 |
There is messing in this story, but it is brief and isn't too.. "messy", let's just say.. or rather I am sparse with the details in this regard.
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Little Dare, Big Mess
She never really saw herself as a content-posting girl, but ever since she shared a short clip of herself forcing out what little pee remained in her bladder, and more – as a suggestion one of her online omo-friends recommended she’d do to get her comfortable with trying the fetish – she was immediately enthralled by the idea of humiliating herself to the online omorashi community.
Prior to recording, she had slid her shrunken light-blue panties on, and clad her thighs with tight light-gray leggings, pulling them all the way up, but not enough to completely mold all the contours between her upper thighs: it was just snug enough, smooth like that of a figure doll. She didn’t have to go – in fact, she had just gone about an hour prior, but she knew surely some pee must’ve built up by then, when she had suddenly remembered to try out the fetish. To confirm, she dug her fingers into her lower waist, forcefully inciting that distinct urge to urinate: alas, she was right, there was still more in her.
But she knew it would take a lot of digging to coerce the muscles in her bladder to get the urge-tingling ball to start rolling on its own, but she tried. She pushed and pushed, and the more she did so the more she felt those incited tingly urges build, but she could never quite get them to continue tingling on its own after her hand stopped molesting her lower waist. Soon her hand was sore and her lower waist was pink from all the pushing. But just before she tried another method, she did manage to get her bladder to contract by such coercion: she pushed and pushed, then frequented her jabs faster and faster until the tingling urge took itself by its own reins and swelled with urination-desiring intensity, feeling her partially filled bladder contract and send pee down her thin pipe. But because she had never voluntarily done this kind of thing before, her nerves got the better of her and she clenched her pelvic floor muscles, canceling the flow driving down her urethra, instead holding back the heat at the brink of expulsion between her quivering thighs desperately second-guessing this whole 'omo thing. At least she got to shiver and bite her lips over the goosebumps climbing up her back to the nape of her neck, and elsewhere down the front of her latte thighs.
However, after trying to push again and again with her hands, to gain some semblance of replication in what she just experienced, her hands and wrists fatigued and her lower waist became sore and red. So she opted for another way.
She considered pausing her video, thinking those ten minutes of pushing, and with nothing to show for it, deserved to be deleted, but kept it running anyway. She pulled it closer, and angled it differently so that the light in her bathroom brightened her front side with noisy-patterned, light-gray clarity, leaving no shadows that could hide the dark staining she was about to let out. She inhaled and pushed with her abdominal muscles.
At first, nothing happened.
But then she flexed harder and suddenly a spurt rushed to the front, which her shyness immediately clenched against beneath her panties.. yet not quite quick enough to cut the stream completely, allowing a very light few dribbles to squeeze past her burning hold, and tantalizingly slip and ooze out of her. Her liquid seeps into her panties and her skin is smooched by the absorbent heat of the fabric kissing her back. Only then does she recognize what all the commotion was about in the 'omo community. She hunches forward to find a small gray circle between her inner thighs. She can’t help but clasp herself with intense satisfaction that she just voluntarily and forcefully dribbled a few drops of humiliation into her clothes – though her toilet was only a few feet from the bathtub she stood in. Her nipples constricted from light-pink to brown and screamed its sharpness beneath her white T; then a different tingle emerged, one teased out by fetish acceptance. She felt she betrayed herself that she had delayed having exposed herself to such purposeful humiliation, as she stared at herself in the full-view mirror. Her tingles only grew more ravishing as she began to fantasize how dirty and humiliating she has become, and it only engulfed her body even more when she pretended that the figure standing before her in the mirror was someone else, gazing upon the pissy circle that has now slightly expanded yet lighter in grayness as she’s given time for her dribbles to spread across the fibers of the fabric.
She looked at herself in the mirror and pretended her online friend was gazing back at her, whoever they were. She bit her lips hard and hunched over to see the dark action that was to emerge out of the grayish damp; she squeezed her waist muscles again, hard and forcefully, this time no longer shy and timid but confident and desirous; her eyelids drooping to the rush of urethra-cutting heat flying down her pipe, irrupting the crevices between herself and her panties, her massive flood gushes out and running against her skin! Her droopy eyes are unable to catch the full glimpse of the exploding darkness, as the release lulls her head back in ecstasy, but her phone camera does not miss a beat.
The grayish damp explodes with a sudden glistening spread, from a pin-drop singularity to a fully-fledged black hole splotch of darkness, her stream spraying hard enough – penetrating its hiss into her ears and bringing them to orgasm as if it pressed a G-spot in her ear canal – to flow out of her leggings like a weak water fountain flow dribbling on itself. The spread sprawls itself like the wet wings of a newly-formed butterfly, darkness rushing and following down her inseams like a newly forming stream. The thickness of the inseam-gleaming stream grows rapidly at her crotch, no longer giving a defined river-like path but just an overall contiguous splotch. She quickly slams her glistening thighs together, forcing her stream to rush out the front more profusely and slip her hot piss down across the front of her thighs, the darkness now wrapping to the front, just a little more than halfway to the side seams. She parts her legs slightly and a brief light-yellow cascading wall of piss forms between her nigh-touching inner thighs before it tears apart in half and two forked streams glisten in flow down her inseams once again.
Feeling her bladder empty quickly, she pushes harder in the hopes of finding more yellow heat to massage her skin, but ends up farting profusely, whose sound echoes differently beneath her soaked backside. But that doesn’t stop her, especially when she finds more pee to free. So she inhales once again and pushes hard, so hard that she finds herself thirstily extracting out every drop she could at the expense of slowly letting out a different load, but in her desirous state she was fine with going that far – thoroughly relishing in her humility. So as she tried to piss out whatever drops remained, she dumped a massive pressing load into her tight backside. She wasn’t into that kind of thing, but in her thirstful lust she compromised, and quickly discovered that the hard-lumped mass filling her tight space with immense pressure was something else.. another enticing feeling, though the thought of clean-up was a nuisance.
She turned her backside: a heart-shaped splotch of darkness covering her butt, and a bulging protruding out from between her inner upper thighs. The dark inseam fabric swung around to the back, just short of halfway to her side seams, but the back of knees were completely covered in darkness and so were her calves. She caressed and finished herself in the mirror, watching herself get off on her humiliated state. Then she cleaned up, re-thinking whether getting the last few drops was worth it.. but maybe it was just for the pressure of the load fixed.. there..
It all started as a dare, a mere introduction to get her feet a little wet, but she sure did make a big mess.. |
This is a work of fiction based on a real scenario that might've ended up going in a different, wetter direction.
Living in a ski resort town has plenty of perks, and my friends and I were certainly willing to take advantage of them. This particular winter was a busy one for us. Fresh out of high school, we had all worked for the ski resort one year or another, so every one of us had either a season pass or a serious discount on lift tickets. Every weekend was another adventure for us, and while the mountain was pretty tame, especially for an East Coast one, we never grew tired of it.
We had a lot more stamina in those days. It was nothing to us to spend all day on the mountain, from just after sunrise to well beyond sunset. On Saturdays, the lifts even ran all night.
One particular Saturday was more memorable for me than any other. It was another marathon session for us. The weather was fair, if a bit cold at the summit, but trail conditions were perfect. To all of us, that meant not wasting precious time in the lodge. While the rest of the group had taken care of business at various points during the day, I wanted to have as much trail time as I could manage. I had decided to skip out on the lengthy rest room line after we ate earlier in the evening. I always had the biggest bladder amongst our group and felt justifiably confident in my own mind that I could make it the rest of the night if I needed to. After all, it was a short ride home, right?
That entire day went without incident, and our luck stretched well into the night (as well as my hold). Some time before midnight, we decided together to put a bow on our day before it got too late...and settled on three final runs to finish it all off. While I could feel the growing urge in my bladder, the double chairs at the bottom of the mountain ran smoothly and took you to the drop-off point halfway up the peak rather fast. Sitting in the chair would make the urge grow, but skiing down the easier trails had a habit of putting any bladder thoughts to the back of your mind.
The Grand Finale, of course, was a triple-chair run to the top of the mountain, where we'd decide which of the three double black diamond trails we'd choose to cap off the night. While the sun had gone down hours ago, it was the weekend of school vacation, so plenty of other people were around to take advantage of the late night. The triple-chair line was dozens deep, and while the wait was long, people were in good spirits. Well...most of us.
My bladder started really feeling the strain of several soft drinks over the course of the afternoon, plus a can of Red Bull that was given out as part of a free promotion. I would have estimated myself to be sitting at about an 8 on the scale (if you're a numerically-inclined person) and that was rapidly increasing as my kidneys kicked into overdrive. I was filled with a listless, nervous energy...every muscle in my body quivering as I restlessly rocked in line. I didn't know if it was due to the cold, the anticipation of getting one final run in, or my fatiguing bladder that was behind it. Perhaps it was all three? Nonetheless, I felt sure that if things went well, I would make it through one final run with no problems. Either way, once we were deep in line there was no point in trying to leave.
The queue moved slower than normal. Tired legs made it harder for people to get on the chair without incident, so every handful of boarding attempts went awry, forcing the lift to stop briefly while the attendant got everyone situated. Every now and then the lift would stop with no issue on our end...doubtless they were having some trouble unloading at the top as well. If you've ever gone skiing or snowboarding you probably know the drill.
Finally after what must've been about 20 minutes in line, it was our turn to snag a lift. The five of us had divided ourselves into two chair groups, so my friend Jess and I paired ourselves off and took our designated spots and waited for the familiar thump on our butts that would let us know we were safe to sit down and patiently wait out the ride to the top.
We both boarded without a hitch, and for a bit it seemed like people behind us had the same fortune. I must've let out an audible sigh of relief because Jess asked me if I was alright. I was way too shy to explain my predicament to her, so I'm pretty sure the only reply I gave was a muffled grunt, while my legs anxiously bounced up and down, occasionally tapping the safety bar in front of me.
We made it roughly a third of the way up the mountain before the lift lurched to a halt, leaving us dangling back and forth about 20 feet above the packed snow below. At this point, it was impossible to tell if the trouble was ahead of us or behind us, but I suppose it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Not like you can do anything about it.
Very rarely does the lift stop for more than a minute or two, and sure enough we were on our way up again, and not a moment too soon for my liking. My bladder loudly announced its displeasure from the rocking and dangling, and I knew I would've had to make this last run a quick one to escape the evening dry.
Jess and I chatted idly as we ascended the mountain. I did my best to hide my discomfort, but I'm sure now that I was probably sounding a little impertinent as the air grew colder and my bladder continued to fill to capacity.
I'm not sure what we were talking about, but our conversation was interrupted by another abrupt stop. We'd made it another third of the way up the mountain, to the point where the chair lift was situated highest above the double black diamond beneath our feet. The view of the town below from this spot was quite beautiful, especially at night, but I couldn't have cared less in the moment. All I wanted was to feel solid ground beneath me, and my skis gliding me ever closer to a bathroom...or at the very least a quiet and shady spot off the trail.
A minute passed by, then another, and another. Eventually it became clear that this wasn't another routine stoppage. Infrequently, someone either loading onto or unloading from the chairlift would get themselves so bound up that they managed to hurt themselves. Sometimes it was someone young and inexperienced, sometimes it was someone older and uncoordinated. It was really anybody's guess from where we were situated.
So we sat there dangling in the air again. Eventually the other riders became restless as the stoppage carried on much longer than anyone anticipated. Boredom lead some of our neighbors along the line to rock their chairs vigorously, which caused other chairs in close proximity to rock as well. Under normal circumstances this would've been mildly amusing, but the increasingly dire situation in my belly was exacerbated by the swaying.
I was beyond a 9 at this point. I knew that there was little chance of me making it back down the mountain, and my only salvation would be found somewhere on the summit. It felt like there was a boulder sitting inside me below my naval. I pulled off the glove from my left hand and tried to furtively slide it below my ski pants, and physically clamp down at the base of my cock in a way that wouldn't garner attention. From there I could feel how stout my distended bladder was. My breathing became more ragged and I started biting my lips in anguish and frustration.
Somewhere in the distance we could hear a snowmobile revving, almost surely a sign that ski patrol had to help someone away from the scene. Jess offered her best guess as to what was going on, but I was entirely focused on my own emergency. It was clear that if we didn't get moving again soon that I was going to have an accident right there on the chair.
A few more moments passed, and mercifully the lift jerked to life again...but not without consequences. The sudden movement caused me to spurt uncontrollably into my bottoms before I was able to stem the tide again. The sudden warmth came as a shock to me after sitting so long in the frigid air. I withdrew my dampened hand and tried to clench my legs together as tight as I could. There was little relief, but I hoped rather naively that it would be enough to get me to the top without further damage.
The lift kept going, and finally we could see the unloading point ahead. I was almost there. Ten chairs left. Nine chairs left. Eight chairs. Seven. Six. With each person ahead of us competently disembarking, I grew more confident that things would work out okay.
The lift halted once more...and once more was enough. The warmth I felt before paled in comparison to what was washing over me now. A cascade of hot urine escaped my overworked bladder in a hurry, some of it splashing down my legs, and still more of it settling beneath my seated butt. Ugh...it was so warm!
I let out a sharp gasp and tried my best to keep the rest of my pee inside me, but the fatigued muscles would not respond, and all I could do was whimper as my piss soaked everything beneath my ski pants and collected in my boots.
I would've almost described the entire ordeal as soothing were it not for the fact that I was left dangling in a chairlift next to one of my female friends, drenched in my own fluids. Jess asked me once more if I was alright, her concern growing. It was clear that I was not, but how do you respond in that situation? I was 18 years old and I had wet myself like a kid. I don't remember exactly what was said in the moment, but I'm pretty sure it was a curt *I'm fine!*
It wasn't a long wait before the lift moved again...not that it did me any good at this point. I did my best to gather my focus, and stepped off the lift without any issue. Once upright, I slinked away from our group and unceremoniously emptied the rest of my bladder into my gear in silence. I had no idea if any of it was showing through, but luckily the lighting at the top of the mountain was not especially revealing, and before long we were making our way back down. Guess I wouldn't need the bathroom after all.
I didn't bother sticking around to banter with my friends. After a quick goodbye, I went directly to my car and put my jacket down on the seat in case any pee seeped through the ski pants. Once I took my boots off, I realized how bad the situation was. Pants, socks, underwear...the faint scent of urine permeated all of it. The liner of the boots would also need a good cleaning.
After a short ride alone, I was back home. I tossed everything I could into the washing machine and put the boots aside for the moment. I'd have to tackle them at some point, but my first task was to wash the day's events off my skin. Sitting under the showerhead, I was left wondering if Jess knew exactly what happened next to her...
Edited February 28 by ThreadbareOmo
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Story suggested by @Grenn34
The bright rays of the setting sun shined on a woman standing in front of a window. This woman was the beloved Gym-Leader; Elesa.
"Miss Elesa,The show will start shortly!" Someone said through the door. Elesa placed an empty cup on her desk and dusted herself of. Today was another busy night for her. First order of business, Her usual fashion show. She exited her room and began following the manager through the hallway. An Emolga landed on her shoulder and brushed her face against her cheek, eliciting a smile from the model. a Zebstrika was walking right behind her.
Upon leaving the hallway, she was immediately greeted by the sight of many people cheering for her and flashing her with camera lights. Years of this had prepared her eyes for such things but it still caused her to flinch occasionally. She continued to strut confidently while the cameras flashed and the screams of fangirls and fanboys alike reached her ears.
Eventually, She made it into a changing room.
"Ah,Happy to see you Miss Elesa! We've got quite the selection today!" The man said as he motioned Elesa to come over. She took one of the outfits and headed behind a screen to change. The Emolga and Zebstrika followed her behind the screen.
"You know a lady's got to have her privacy." Elesa jokingly said. Emolga jumped up and down and allowed her trainer to return it to it's Poké-ball. The Zebstrika approached her and was returned to its pokeball too. She took off her usually duds and began changing into the outfit she was gonna show off first. But it wasn't until she put on the pants that she had noticed something concerning.
The pants were a little tight. Which wasn't a huge deal. It wasn't the first time she had worn form fitting clothes and she's had several years to learn how to tune out those who would make more perverted comments. But the way the pants were squeezing her abdomen brought one thing to her attention....
...Her bladder was starting to fill and she hadn't noticed how much until now. And it amazed her just how much stronger the need had become once she had noticed. She put on her shirt and buttoned it up, pushing trying to ignore the need like she had done before she noticed. This wasn't the first time she had to hold it in during a performance.
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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE'S THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! THE SHINING BEAUTY HERSELF.....ELESA!!!!" The announcer on the speaker said. The cheering was immediate. The curtains had opened and Elesa began confidently strutting forward with confidence like she had always done. Once she reached the edge of the runway, she struck a pose. Living up to her title, She seemed to shine brightly as the audience cheered for every pose she struck.
Her Emolga landed on her shoulder and began posing too, resulting in a few "Awws" and "that's cute!" from the audience. Elesa turned around and strutted back to the curtains, the audience cheering loudly at her while she disappeared from camera-view.
She returned to her screen and began changing into the next outfit. Much like the previous outfit, it was a little tight. And that tightness only sent another signal to the models brain, one that she was trying to ignore right now. So the she did and finished putting on her next outfit. She returned to the runway once more. She continued the pattern of strutting across the runway, striking a few poses while shinning brightly and then returning to the curtains to change into her next outfit. The cheering from the audience filling with more confidence and helping her keep her mind of off the need that was slowly but surely building up inside her.
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"Miss Elesa! You're doing amazing!" One of the staff said as Elesa returned to the screen to change into her next outfit.
"Thank you! I do my best to give everyone the show of their lives." Elesa said with a bright smile as she returned to her screen. She began changing once more and put on the next and final outfit. She put on the pants and that twinge came back once more. Elesa winced as she buttoned up the pants again. Maybe it was just due to the brand, but all over these clothes seemed to be a bit on the form fitting side. Which; again, wasn't a problem for her. But everytime she would put something on, she would feel that annoying pang in her bladder that was starting to become more and more difficult to ignore as the minutes went by.
"Emolga!"
"Huh?" Elesa looked down at the Emolga trying to get her attention. She seemed to be worried.
"Y-Yeah,i'm fine. These clothes are a little tight. But it's nothing i can't handle." Elesa said as she smiled back at her Pokémon. But then she realized something.
"H-Hey. What did i say about privacy?" She said as she stared at her Pokémon in mock-annoyance. The Emolga sheepishly backed away and left her alone. She felt another twinge going through her body, causing her to subconsciously lift up one of her legs and rub her thighs.
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"Thank you! Thank you ladies and gentlemen! i hope i've been able to brighten up your night!" Elesa said with a bright smile. Her body once again shinning. The fan boys and fan girls cheered and many Pokemon chanted their name as she and her Emolga left the stage.
"Stick around ladies and gentlemen! The press conference will begin!" The announcer said as Elesa returned backstage.
She returned back to the screen and changed back into her usual outfit. Once she finished putting on the outfit, she took a deep breath and crossed her legs.
The contents of her bladder had become a bigger and bigger concern and by the time the fashion show was over, she was starting to have a difficult time completely ignoring it.
"Emolga?"
"Yeah, i'm fine. I just need to powder my nose real quickly." Elese said to her Emolga. Zebstrika brushed it's head against the model and caused her to giggle. She grabbed her Poke-balls and returned the Emolga and Zebstrika to them. She stepped away from the screen and began marching towards a specific door. The bathroom door. She had a few minutes before the press conference, if she could just relieve herself before then.....
...Her body lighted up as she got closer and closer to the door, but her smile disappeared when she saw one of the workers in the bathroom. He had placed a sign in front of the door and upon looking up, he noticed the model starring at him in shock.
"Sorry Ma'am, The bathroom is currently out of order. Apparently someone's haunter managed to sneak in here and decided to toy around with the plumbing." The worker said.
"A...A Haunter?" Elesa said as she blinked owlishly.
"Yep. Some trainer failed to keep an eye out on their ghost it seems. i'm sorry for the inconvenience." The worker said and returned to work.
Elesa let out a sigh and stepped away from the bathroom door.
"Ok,The press conference shouldn't take that long. I'm sure they'll have it repaired by the time everything is over." Elesa said with a smile. One that was noticeably more forced than her usual ones.
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The press conference went like any other. Sit down, deal with all the flashing cameras and their noises. and answer all the questions the press had for the model.
She had done this song and dance several times and as a result, it didn't take very long for her to grow bored of it. Which made ignoring her current predicament all the more difficult. The public couldn't see it because she was sitting behind a table that had a Emolga and Elesa themed cover, But she was shifting her legs and rubbing her thighs while on her seat.
And with her bladder constantly urging her to take care of business, it felt like the conference was going on for much longer than it was.
"Is everything alright, Miss Elesa? You're looking a little tense." One of the interviewers asked, Causing Elesa to straighten herself and put on a happy face.
"Yes, of course! I'm just feeling a little exhausted after a long day." Elesa said.
"But not to exhausted for tonight's exhibition match, right?" The reporter asked. Elesa did a double take and stared at the reporter with a confused look.
"We've heard that there's a new trainer around these parts looking for a new gym badge. You're up for the task right?" The reporter asked.
"O-Of course! I hope the rollercoasters didn't make him to dizzy. Cause i'm gonna be giving them a show that they'll never forget tonight!" Elesa said with a smile. The crowd cheered for her while more cameras flashed.
"And that wraps it up for tonight's conference everyone! Miss Elesa, is there anything you would like to say to close tonight's conference?" The announcer asked.
"Yeah, remember that no matter who you are or where you're from. Everyone can make it big if they keep trying!" She said as she got and walked away from the table. Once again she listened to the cheers of the crowd. Unfortunately, the feeling of hype she would usually get from these cheers was currently being drowned out by how badly she needed to go. And a few members of the crowd noticed how stiff her walk had been. She entered in a limo and she soon drove back to where her upcoming battle would take place.
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"Oh Arceus, how did i forget about this?!" Elesa said nervously to herself as she and her crew made their way to the battle arena using one of the many coasters scattered around the building. She was holding onto dear life. She may have been wearing seatbelts, but seatbelts did not help when it came to holding in pee.
Through the whole ride, she kept her hands pressed between her thighs as she looked nervously to see if her crew was looking at her. once the ride came to a stop, she hastily got out and looked around.
"Is everything alright, Elesa?" One of the crew members asked.
"Y-Yeah, i'm fine." She said as she continued her walk. Emolga tailed behind her and took notice of her strained facial expression. The Sky Squirrel Pokémon had been eyeing her the entire night (Whenever the trainer allowed her out of her Poké-ball.) and had quickly taken note of what was going on.
Elesa could already hear the crowd cheering, causing her to feel nervous for the first time in quite a while. She took a deep breath and looked at Emolga, who began jumping up and down and trying to push her back.
"Are you feeling nervous? Don't worry. It'll just be a quick match and we'll be...Argh..." Elesa said as she stiffened up and crossed her legs. She looked around to see if anyone had caught her awkward movements and took a deep breath before slowly strutting towards the light were the audience was waiting for her. She made her way through the runway and waved at the crowd, striking several poses for them and eliciting more cheers from them. However, these poses were a bit different. They seemed a lot less flashy and in some of these face was visibly strained. But such details were quickly ignored when they heard the announcer speaking and pointing the spotlight towards the trainer she was gonna be fighting tonight.
"Ok...take a deep breath. I'm going to get through this...." Elesa said to herself. However, Emolga looked concerned for her trainer.
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"Oh! What a strike! Will Emolga still be able to continue after this?" The announcer said as Emolga got up after being launched against the wall by the opposing Pokémon.
Elesa gritted her teeth and looked at the little rodent Pokémon with a worried face. She wasn't necessarily worried about losing, as she didn't exactly have a perfect record (Some trainers had to get their badges somehow). But she had a hard time focusing because of how much agony her bladder was causing her right now. Pokémon Trainers tend to be very flashy and dynamic when it comes to commanding their Pokémon and Elesa was not an exception. But in her current predicament, Each movement caused more of a strain that always resulted in her stiffening up and taking a second to focus all her energy into making sure she didn't wet herself in front of the audience.
"Emolga! Come back!" Elesa said as she returned the Pokémon to it's trainer. She then sent out Zebstrika who first looked at it's trainer with what seemed to be worry.
"Zebstrika,use Double kick!" Elesa said. Zebstrika looked away from it's trainer and did as it was told. The audience continued to watch as the fight seemed to be going in the upcoming trainer's favor.
"Wow,Do you think she's going easy on them?" One fangirl asked.
"I dunno. Something looks off about her today." A guy holding a camera asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at how strained she looks."
"Yeah, come to think of it. She seems to be struggling to pose."
"She seems to be struggling in this fight period. That Zebstrika missed another attack just now."
"Look at the way she's wiggling her hips though...."
"Do you think she might have to bust out...THAT Pokémon?"
The murmuring continued as the model gave increasingly more strained commands to her Thunderbolt Pokémon. Unfortunately for her, the trainer was able to defeat her Zebstrika too.
'Zebstrika, Come back!" She said as she called her Pokemon back. She grabbed another Pokemon and exhaled. Trying her hardest to ignore the dam that was threatening to break lose on that very stage.
"Woah, what's with her?"
"She looks frustrated."
"Is she about to summon him?"
"Oh! She's gonna do it! She's going to send out that Pokemon!"
The raised her hand and threw the Pokeball with full force. She placed her hand on her hip and quickly crossed her legs, trying to play it off like she was just posing.
A Tynamo came out of the Pokeball and began flying around at high speed.
"Tynamo! Use tackle!" The model trainer said as the Pokémon went in for the blow. It struck the opposing Pokémon with full force and sent it flying into a wall. This caught the young trainer by surprise, But their Pokemon got back up and began dodging the relentless tackles. The audience watched in suspense as the young trainer pondered their next move.
Their next move was one that Elesa was familiar with, but still caught her off guard. The Pokémon struck the ground and caused a bunch of dust to scatter around the Arena, Blinding the Tyname and allowing the opposing Pokémon to strike back the Tynamo with a powerful attack. The Tynamo crashed against the wall and left a dent before falling into the ground and struggling to get back up.
"T-Tynamo.....Agh!" Elesa said as she crossed her legs and gritted her teeth. Under normal circumstances, such a quick defeat would've been seen as embarrassing. But in this case, she considered it somewhat of a blessing in disguise. She pulled out her Pokeball and called the Elefish Pokémon back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We have a surprising winner tonight! Give a warm applause for tonight's upcoming Pokémon master!" The announcer said. The crowd as surprised but quickly began clapping for the equally surprised trainer.
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"Here you go, i would like to proudly give you this gym badge from yours truly." Elesa said with a bright smile. The trainer took it and showed it off to the crowd.
"How do you feel about the loss? Elesa?" The reporter asked. Noticing her she was bobbing her body up and down. Something that the reporter found...oddly mesmerizing.
"I don't think it's a big deal, we all have one of those days were we can't give it our all and reach for the stars we want." She said. She took at the young trainer and placed a hand on their shoulder.
"Just keep up with how you've been doing today and you will become a Pokémon Master in no time!" Elesa said. The young trainer blushed and the crowed cheered for her once more. Suddenly, was lifted from the ground by her Zebstrika and placed on her back. Elesa crossed her legs and looked at her Pokémon, Didn't she put her back in her Pokeball?
"Ladies and Gentlemen. That ends tonight's exhibition match! Thank you for coming tonight and we hope to see you next time!" The announcer said. Elesa, the young trainer and her Pokémon all posed for the flashing camera's and the cheering crowd.
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"Ahh! Please! Slow down...Ngh!" Elesa said as she hold onto her Zebstrika like her life depended on it. As soon as the match as over and they were backstage, The Pokemon immediately bolted with it's trainer in tow, in search of somewhere for her trainer to relieve herself. She stopped in front of a door with a drawing of a female stick in front of it. Elesa looked back and forth between her Pokémon and the toilet door. In one second, she got off her steed-like Pokemon and barged into the restroom. She went to the nearest stall and locked the door while trying to lift her dress up
She stood over the squat toilet and hastily pulled down her leggings. With the waist of them at her knees, she yanked down her panties and squatted over the toilet. She spread her legs slightly to get into a more comfortable position, but by the time her rear was hovering over the toilet bowl, the dam had broken lose.
A strong stream of urine came out of her body, eliciting a gasp from the model. the stream continued and she soon relaxed and let out a moan.
"Haaaah~ Oooooooh!!!!!! Yes!!!!!! Oooooh,Sweet Relief...." Elesa moaned as she emptied her bladder into the squat toilet. She closed her eyes and relaxed as the sound of her pee splashing against the water began echoing through the room.
"Emolga!"
"Huh?" She turned around and saw her Emolga giggling"
"H-Hey! Turn around. I had to go real badly!" Elesa said with a blush. Emolga turned around crawled out of the bathroom stall. Elesa let out another sigh as she starred at the bathroom floor in front of her.
All the stress she had endured during her night had completely melted away now and was replaced with a feeling of euphoria as she continued to empty her bladder.
Soon the stream slowed down to a trickle and eventually stopped completely. Elesa reached for some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself. She was surprised she made it through that without any leaks, but she wasn't complaining. After washing her hands and leaving the restroom, she looked at her Pokémon with a genuine smile.
"Thanks for the help." She said as she patted her Zebstrika. Who nuzzled her head against her in response. Emolga hopped on her shoulder and hugged her too.
"C'mon. Let's check on the crew so let them know were okay. After that,let's go rest." She said to her pokemon as they followed her down the hallway back to the backstage.
That picture at the end,i took it from here: https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/19101-19572f16c180aca4f097ce2bf91b4797/. Hope you guys enjoyed the story. |
Hi peoples! First of all, thank you for the amazing support you all have shown me on my previous stories. This time, I've decided to try something else. A friend of mine (who wished to remain anonymous) showed me one of her artworks a few days ago. I asked her if I should recognize the character she drew from somewhere, and she replied "No, it's just some random generic female number 618," and I somehow got this idea from it, so I offered to write a story around it and post it here (with her permission, of course). You'll get to see the art at the end; so for now, buckle up and join me as we follow the adventure of three young and aspiring scientists and their titular test subject, Generic Female #618. Here we go.
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Elizabeth walked into the research lab and quickly greeted the two other women wearing lab coats, before taking a quick glance at her phone and excitedly turned to one of the researchers.
"I just got your text; is this true? Have you finally perfected the formula?"
"We believe so," the researcher replied with an equal excitement. "Computer simulations show this particular blend to prompt a difference of around 500 milliliters in capacity on female subjects."
"FIVE HUNDRED?" Elizabeth cheered looking at the two women. "Hannah, Sarah; do you know what this means? Our last subject barely broke a hundred milliliter increase..."
"Ladies, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Sarah interrupted the celebration as she pointed at the glass panel separating the laboratory from the test chambers. "...we still have the human trials."
"Right, let's wake her up then."
Elizabeth pressed a button on the keyboard in front of the panel to turn the lights on in the next room. Inside was a woman in her twenties, sleeping soundly on a comfortable bed, with all kinds of books on the nightstand next to the bed and a small TV on the other side of the room. To be fair, it looked more like a mediocre hotel room than a laboratory test chamber. The only difference was a vital monitor with a bunch of cables, a wall with restraints for neck, hands and feet; and finally a large beaker with measuring lines on the side going up to five liters, with a plastic tube coming out of it. A toilet and a sink were also part of the room, though in plain sight of the observers. Other than that, the woman on the bed looked fairly comfortable.
"Hello? Subject 618? Can you hear me?" Elizabeth spoke through the microphone.
The woman slowly opened her eyes and got up from the bed, still groggy and rubbing her eyes. The name tag on her pajamas read "Generic Female #618" in bold letters; thoıgh they usually called her "Subject 618" for short. It was an unspoken rule in their lab to not know the names of their test subjects; due to the nature of their work requiring extra privacy and anonymity. Subject 618 did a little stretch before looking at the three researchers on the other side of the glass.
"Morning guys," she answered, still half-asleep. "Any chance you've got some coffee over there?"
"We were just about to ask you; come on in." Hannah buzzed the door with another button.
"Actually, umm..." Subject 618 interrupted as she stood up from the bed and pointed at the toilet behind her. "Mind if I use the bathroom first? Y' know... Morning pee and all..." Her cheeks blushed slightly.
"For the experiment to progress faster and more smoothly, I think it would be best if you didn't." Elizabeth answered with a warm smile, seemingly excited at the subject's eagerness to use the facilities. "Please come over to this room; a large hot cup of coffee awaits you. We can also talk about the details of the procedure as we begin."
"Fine..." Subject 618 protested with a groan and made her way to the other room, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down in front of the other three women in lab coats.
"You already know the basic idea of our study, but I'll briefly go over it once again," Elizabeth started talking. "You are here as a test subject for a new drug to treat urinary incontinence among young females, by physically altering the size of their bladder for a designated period of time."
"Yesterday's procedure was what we call a "control experiment," Sarah continued. "The main purpose of it was to determine your maximum bladder capacity before the administration of the treatment."
"And this one we'll be doing now..." Hannah took over as she handed her a small white pill and a large glass of water. "...will measure your maximum capacity after."
Subject 618 took the pill and swallowed it with the water, before continuing to sip her coffee.
"And just like the last time..." Elizabeth pointed at the experiment room. "...to completely eliminate any involuntary reflexes from you to alter the voiding process, such as... ahem... holding yourself, we will lightly restrain you, only at the very end." She lightly blushed. "That also includes a funnel connected to a graduated beaker for more precise volume measurement. Other than that, the discomfort will be minimal on your end."
"Well, I suppose I did sign up for it..." Subject 618 nodded with a sigh. "So... when do we start?"
"We already have." Sarah pointed at the almost finished cup of coffee in her hand and the large empty glass of water next to Subject 618. "You can spend time here until you reach about a 7 out of 10 on the relative urgency scale; then you will have to move to the observation room. Right now, on a scale of one to ten, how full would you say you are?"
"Umm... I don't know," Subject 618 thought for a moment. "I still haven't had my morning pee yet, so I guess a 6 or so..?"
"Alright," Sarah nooded as she took a pen and her notepad and recorded the number. Meanwhile, Hannah had filled up two half-liter bottles of water and handed it over to her. "Another cup of coffee?" She pointed at Subject 618's now empty cup.
"Sure, why not; I'm guessing I'll probably need to be fully awake and alert for better results..?"
"That's the spirit," Elizabeth smiled at 618 while Hannah prepared another cup of coffee. The four of them chatted for a while as 618 finished the first of the two bottles of water, along with her second cup of coffee of the day.
After about 15 minutes, Subject 618 was already starting to get fidgety and restless. Every few seconds or so, she would uncross and recross her legs and shift her butt in her seat slightly. Other than that and sitting somewhat more tensely than usual in her seat whenever she was not fidgeting, she seemed to be handling all that liquid quite well.
These subtle signs did not escape the three researchers' keen eyes, however; as Elizabeth interrupted their chat and asked:
"Alright, I think it's time for an update on where you are on a scale..?"
"Oh, umm..." Subject 618 blushed as she noticed that despite her best efforts, the direness of her situation had become a lot more visible to the outside eye. "I would say I'm about a seven by now..." She added with a nervous chuckle and another shift in her seat.
"Very well," Hannah gestured her towards the other side of the glass panel. "Please go ahead and proceed to the experiment room; you can spend your time by whatever means you'd like; except for using the bathroom, or course."
"And remember to let us know when you feel like you are not able to contain the urge to empty your bladder any longer; so we can begin the measurement process." Sarah added. "Good luck."
Elizabeth escorted Subject 618 to the experiment room and returned.
Subject 618 laid on the bed and somewhat tightly crossed one leg over the other. She turned on the TV and started rummaging through channels, before settling on a relaxing documentary channel.
After about another fifteen minutes of shuffling and leg crossing, Subject 618 changed the TV to another documentary, only to be ironically greeted by a series about the natural formation of waterfalls. She let out a slight groan, before turning off the TV and stood up from the bed. The three women on the other room noticed Subject 618 to standing very slightly bent over now, presumably to make room for the contents of her rapidly filling bladder.
"How are you holding up, 618?" Elizabeth asked the woman through the microphone.
"It's getting really bad really quickly..." Subject 618 answered as she stood with her legs now tightly crossed. "I would say it's about an 8 right now..."
"Good," Elizabeth sounded excited. Sarah and Hannah both took notes on their notepads after observing the subject for a while. "Please remember to finish the last bottle of water on your nightstand." She pointed at the second half-liter bottle.
"Do I have to..?" Subject 618 asked nervously. "I'm already quite full..."
"The exact liquid intake throughout the experiment is predetermined and must be kept relatively constantly," Hannah spoke without lifting her head up form her notes. "Please go ahead and start drinking immediately."
"Okay..." She reluctantly opened the bottle and finished it in the next five minutes. She showed the empty bottle to the women before grabbing a book from her nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed, but stood back up after a few seconds and started pacing up and down the room instead, trying her best to concentrate on the book in her hand.
However, it was apparent after a short while that distracting herself from her need was no longer an option for Subject 618. After managing to read no more than a few pages after twenty minutes, she set the book down and sat back on the bed. She could not stand still anymore; she had to cross and uncross her legs constantly. Her hands were rubbing up and down her legs, inching slightly closer to her inner thighs each time.
"E-excuse me..." she nervously called out to the three women observing her every movement carefully. "I... I think I'm getting to the end of my tether here..."
"Yes, we can see that," Elizabeth replied with gleaming eyes. "Would it be safe to assume you're at about 9 on the scale?"
"Y-yes, definitely," Subject 618's breathing had begun to shake. "Oh god... how much longer do I have to hold it for?"
"As long as you possibly can; that's the whole point." Hannah answered. "And then preferably some more." Sarah added right after.
"I-I'll try..."
The next twenty minutes were increasingly exciting for Elizabeth, Hannah and Sarah; and equally agonising for Subject 618. Her hands that were previously rubbing her thighs were now tightly squeezed on her crotch, trying their best to aid her exhausted sphincter muscles. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from her continuous efforts of holding the large amount of urine inside her. Her breathing had gotten even more unstable; she went back and forth between bobbing up and down on the bed a few times to tightly squeezing her legs together with her hands in between them to regain her composure.
"Guys..." Subject 618 bemoaned at the other room in desperation. "I really don't think I can hold it much longer..."
"I'm afraid we must insist you wait until the last possible moment, Subject 618," Elizabeth answered without any hint of sympathy. "According to our calculations, you still haven't reached your maximum capacity based on the previous test results and given the volume of liquid you consumed."
"But... but I'm really —ooh god... really full here..." She barely managed to regain enough composure to stand up from the bed, with both hands still glued to her crotch. Standing up fully straight was nowhere near an option for her; but she still tried her best. She very carefully turned sideways and lifted up her top to reveal her bladder bulging out of her slim figure. She could only hold that pose for a second however; as she had to continue her frantic pee dance to keep all the liquid in. "I-It feels like I'm about to —aah... about to pop..."
"Very well," Elizabeth debated in herself whether to conclude the experiment now or push further and risk an early unplanned accident. "We will wait an additional five minutes to ensure maximum stretching of the bladder; then you can go."
"No... I don't think I can—" she let out a small scream and froze as she felt her control slip momentarily. She removed her hands from her crotch to take a look, only to be relieved she hadn't fully lost control yet. She cried out frantically. "Please..."
"Alright, do your best to hold it for a few more seconds," Elizabeth let the girl know before gesturing her two colleagues towards the experiment room. "Just for us to put on the necessary restraints and the measuring equipment—"
"HURRY!" she cried out as she made her way towards the measuring cup and started undressing, making sure to always have one hand glued straight to her peehole.
"Okay, Subject 618, we will need you to stand still and put your hands behind your back for just a few seconds until we can put on the restraints. Do you think you'll be fine until then..?"
618 did not hear the two women anymore. All her focus was on keeping the torrent of pee inside her body for one more second. And then one more. And then one more. Hannah and Sarah swiftly put the shackles on Subject 618's hands, feet and neck. Without the help of her hands, 618 knew she had mere seconds. As she saw the funnel get close to her private regions in the corner of her eye, she lost all control. A hot, forceful stream of pee immediately sprayed out of her peehole as her muscles completely gave in; skillfully but barely caught by the funnel in Hannah's hand. Sarah quickly brought the measuring cup closer and connected its end to the tube just in time.
For a good minute, there was no sound in the room except for Subject 618's heavy sighs of relief and her powerful jet of crystal clear urine hitting the funnel like a garden hose. Hannah and Sarah carefully and precisely measured the volume of the beaker, before excitedly whispering something between themselves and hurried over to the observation room. Meanwhile, the exhausted Subject 618 was just recovering from the immeasurable wave of pleasure of finally letting go after holding for so long. She gave a long sigh of relief and looked at the three women enthusiastically smiling and nodding at each other.
"Congratulations, Subject 618; you may get dressed and come up here if you'd like," Elizabeth let the girl know.
618 nodded, too exhausted to say a word. She got dressed and joined the three ladies celebrating in the observation room.
"This is exquisite..." Hannah cheered.
Sarah joined her. "A full four hundred milliliter increase in maximum bladder capacity..."
"There's still room for improvement, but I would conclude the experiment to be an an overall success," Elizabeth seemed the happiest of the three. "Ladies, let's go grab some coffee to celebrate, what do you say?"
"I'm in," Sarah agreed.
"Me too," Hannah followed.
"618?" Elizabeth turned to her.
"I think I need a shower first..." Subject 618 shook her head without a second thought. "Besides; after today, I don't think I want to see a drop of liquid for a long, long time..."
THE END |
A quarter of the way through my water jug for the second time, yet another person came through the door.
Normally, that’d be great! There’s been a near constant trickle of people all morning. One leaves just as another is coming in.
Most see my sign on the front door, grab whatever they see first just to buy something quickly, then ask for the bathroom.
It really is quite the effective business plan.
However, my alarm had gone off twenty minutes ago. I could expect an entire bus-full of people any minute.
But with the store actually busy this morning, I hadn’t been alone for more than a minute or two since those first few patrons came in.
As the owner and only employee of the shop, I had made a company policy several years ago that I could not leave the shop unattended if there was a customer.
The customer could be in the shop, in the parking lot, or down the road. The landscape was so flat I could usually see at least a good mile, maybe two on cooler days with less humidity.
If there was no customer and no one coming down the road, I would allow myself to be not actively available.
There’s really only one thing I ever did that would leave me actively unavailable to a customer - that would be taking a bathroom break. It’s pretty hard to walk away once you start. And even if you do, it’s not instant. Between stopping the stream, wiping, redressing… There’s nothing particularly immediate about it.
Why is it important to be so vigilant? Surely a customer could be unattended for a few seconds? Absolutely! It’s the thieves I’m worried about.
I’m by no stretch rolling in it. I make enough money to live. I put a few dollars away every week. But certainly not an exorbitant amount of income.
Shortly before I made this policy, I was, indeed just heading into the bathroom when what I thought was a customer was walking in. I asked if he needed anything. When he said he was just going to browse for a minute, I replied “Great! I’ll be out in a minute and could ring you up whenever you’re ready,”
I didn’t even take a long pee. It was the average, just going because I can feel some degree of pressure in my bladder kind of pee. I couldn’t have been in there longer than 2 minutes - including washing my hands.
That’s all it took for him to trash half the aisles, steal quite a bit, and take off never to be seen again. And of course, I didn’t have cameras of any kind.
I still don’t. They’re expensive. And it took me a long time to recoup those losses.
Accordingly, my company policy of no peeing when there’s anyone else around came into effect.
I had already cut it a little close once this morning, only being out of the bathroom long enough to reach towards the back of a shelf before that young couple came in.
I offered my farewell to the latest customer and took another sip from my water jug. The first 32 ounces plus now a second quarter of the jug - I had drank roughly 40 ounces of water this morning. That’s 1200 mL. 1.2 liters. In other words …
I was really starting to need to pee.
“Hi, good morning,” I said as cheerfully as I could as another woman walked in. She was maybe mid-twenties. Pretty. And also had to pee.
“Oh, hi,” she replied almost absentmindedly, grabbing a protein bar off the shelf nearest her and quickly bringing it to the counter.
“That’ll be $4.32,” I said, knowing the price by heart. So many people use it as their item to try to reach their $5 minimum. It’s part of why I put them so close to the door.
“Oh,” She replied clearly becoming more distraught. “I, um… I saw your sign outside and I thought this would be more and… Can I just give you $5 and use the bathroom? Please?”
”Don’t even worry about this, just go,” I replied. “Right back in the corner there.”
”Thank you so much,” She said already turned and taking quick steps towards her much needed relief.
Would I normally let her go completely free like that? Probably not. She was polite, so I probably would have just had her ring out the protein bar and called it good.
But with the impending arrival of the bus, and all the water I had downed this morning starting to request exit, the sooner this woman left, the more likely I could find relief myself in the near future.
She. Took. Forever.
In reality, she was only in the bathroom for 6 or 7 minutes. But I was on a tight timeline. I needed her to be done so I could go.
“Thanks again,” she offered walking out the door. I gave a quick smile and half wave in reply.
Fortunately, she got right in her car and pulled out of my small parking lot quickly.
I hurried outside as soon as she made the turn to continue on her journey and looked down the road —-
There was the bus, right at the edge of the distance I could see. Maybe three quarters of a mile away, given how hot and humid it was.
Nonetheless, my time was up . They’d be here in less than a minute.
I was going to have to hold it. Probably for far longer than I preferred to.
Hopefully I could hold it for long enough.
1.2 liters wanted out. |
I could’ve peed.
The bus pulled up just as quickly as I had anticipated. If not even sooner. I had gone back in, behind the counter, embracing the reprieve of the A/c despite only having been outside for such a short time.
I was ready for the rush. The bus sat there.
I was ready to have upwards of 20 full bladders join my own - all vying for their own release and relief. The bus sat there.
My legs were crossed over each other as I anticipated quite a wait to use my own bathroom. The bus sat there.
I could’ve peed.
What was taking them so long? I had anticipated and experienced a wide range of all sorts of events that took place with a bus pulling up.
Sitting there minute after minute without any movement though was not something I was prepared for.
I could’ve peed.
Finally, after what could’ve been two whole bathroom trips for me - a single, middle-aged to older woman disembarked the yellow bus and made her way inside.
“Good morning,” She greeted sweetly, in a way only a teacher could.
“Hi, good morning,” I responded as normally as I could muster given how odd this scenario was starting to become. “What can I help you with?”
The woman thought for a moment, choosing her words. “My name is Patricia Woods - I’m the head of the Nursing Department at State University.”
“A few of my fellow professors, our Sophomore Class of nursing students, and myself are on our way to one of our sister schools that is offering free health screenings, flu vaccinations, and a few other community outreach objectives,” She continued.
“That’s great!” I responded, now entirely unsure where she was going and what was happening. “Anything I can do to help?” I offered.
“Actually there is something,” Patricia responded, finally getting the meat of the reason we were having this conversation.
“That is quite the highway from the last city over and we weren’t anticipating it being so absolutely empty and void of structures…”
There’s a reason we have the signs up that warm of there being literally nothing…. I thought.
“…and facilities…”
There is is.
“…and as I’m sure you can imagine, we’ve all had quite a bit of water this morning to keep up with the heat…”
Just say it already.
“… And since we’re not familiar with the area we decided to stop and ask for directions…”
Directions?
“… We’re looking for the nearest rest area. Being a local, and the first we’ve seen in a few hours now, we were hoping you could help?” She concluded.
It was all I could do to keep the surprise off my face. “Uh, well, unfortunately there’s not really any formal rest stops really anywhere along this whole stretch of road,” I broke the news.
”It’s pretty sparsely populated entirely up until you get to the city. But that’s another hour or so.”
”Oh,” Patricia responded, both defeated and deep in her thoughts.
“I’m actually a little embarrassed to ask, but a few of our students… Well, let’s phrase it as they overachieved with their hydration this morning and are currently feeling the effects,”
This is the nicest anyway has ever phrased asking me to use my bathroom. But I really needed her to get on with it. The sooner she asked, the sooner they would get done, the sooner I could go.
”Would it be possible for some of those students to use the rest room here if you have a public one available?” She FINALLY asked.
”Of course!” I responded, glad we were finally making progress. “How could I deny some students who are dedicating their work towards helping others?!”
”Excellent!” She looked a little relieved. I assumed there was a chance she thought I would say no and from the sounds of it, no wasn’t currently an option for at least a few of them.
She bustled out and immediately returned with 4 girls, probably in their early twenties judging by looks and that Patricia had said they were in the Sophomore class.
Only 4? Maybe this wouldn’t take too long after all.
”Right back there,” I nodded the direction to the first of the girls. Poor thing looked absolutely bursting. She didn’t waste a moment and ran, yes, actually ran back to the bathroom.
The second and third girls in didn’t look to be in much better shape with number three keeping her hand not so inconspicuously right *next* to her crotch. Both quickly followed suit straight back to the bathroom to not so patiently await their turn.
I hadn’t paid much attention when they were getting off the bus, focusing mostly on the first girl. As the door swung open, I realized the fourth woman in likely wasn’t a student, at least 40 years old and with the air of a professor. She looked absolutely mortified and like she may wet herself at any moment.
How embarrassing! I felt for her, knowing how she felt having to go so badly, but also be a person of authority.
She too rushed back, maintaining her position of fourth in line, but least likely to be able to wait as she actively held herself now and was bent over.
Patricia returned to the counter. “Poor things,” I offered. “They look so terribly desperate.”
”It was a difficult last hour, certainly,” She replied, turning directly to me.
”Can I actually ask you something else?”
”Of course,” Wondering where she was going.
“I don’t think anyone in our group would say no to a bathroom break right now,” she started, pursing her lips. “Myself included.”
I could have peed… |
The spacecraft glided silently over the landscape and settled gently onto a field of corn stubble. With an almost inaudible whine, a ramp lowered and a bipedal figure strode onto the moist earth. He looked around as if to orient himself, and then he walked confidently toward the nearby highway that led to a large town.
Android 746, or "Andy", as he was to be called, was a perfect, nonorganic replica of a human being, right down to the smallest detail. He had been painstakingly programmed to blend in with the population of this planet so that he could learn the details of social interactions. The data from thousands of hours of television transmissions had been stored in his positronic brain, and although his star system was 50 light-years away, this planet would not have changed much in that time span. In the hour or so that they had orbited after coming out of warp drive, they had tapped into networked computer systems to create an identity for him, complete with bank accounts and credit cards.
As Andy strolled along the sidewalks of the town, he saw that his chinos and sport shirt were at least similar to those worn by older humans, and people passed by without giving him a second glance. His first stop was the bank, where he was issued his credit card and a checkbook, and then he went into several shops to examine the goods that were displayed.
Then he entered a building whose sign declared it to be a place for the intake of food. His olofactory sensors detected a variety of airborne molecules, and when he looked to see what others had on their tables, he noted so many differences in color and texture. Some items were solid and some were liquid. He would sample as many as he could.
He ordered clam chowder, a bacon cheeseburger, pistachio ice cream, coffee and beer. Many sitcoms had shown humans eating, so using the utensils was no problem. He masticated the contents of the plates, and the material passed on to the organic processor in his torso, where it was compacted for later removal. The liquids he imbibed were filtered and stored in his fluid containment module.
Andy's analyzer identified the alcohol in the beer as an energy source that could supplement his fuel cells, so he ordered more of that. Then he proffered his credit card, scribbled on the paper that was given him, and left the place. He had just stepped onto the sidewalk when a Class Three warning registered in his brain: fluid containment approaching maximum.
In an instant he did the calculations. He had consumed 47 ounces of liquid, and his fluid containment module was designed for only 25. He would have to release some of it. He checked his body function data bank and was surprised to find no entry for fluid release.
That was impossible. Virtually every single human act was depicted on the television signals they had received. Eating, drinking, kissing, scratching, even fighting and murder. He reviewed the data, and nowhere could he find the topic of fluid release. Yet it had to be a normal human function, considering the amount of liquid that he had seen consumed in the restaurant.
The warning became Class Two, containment at maximum, and he redirected power to the fluid control valve. Andy walked briskly as his logic modules integrated the data from all parts of the positronic brain. The conclusion was that he would have to observe humans until one chose to release fluids. He went back into the restaurant just as the Class One warning was registered, containment failure imminent. He would have to find the answer quickly or his internal systems would suffer massive damage. He sent maximum power to the fluid control valve, and he located his fluid release tube. He clamped it shut to insure that nothing would be released as he looked around at all the humans in the room.
Then he saw a couple, one male and one female, get up from their table and walk to the rear of the establishment. Andy got up and followed. The woman went through a door labeled "Hers" and the man through a door labeled "His". He followed the man.
Inside were two booths with metal doors and three white porcelain fixtures attached to the wall. The man walked up to the end one, stood with his legs somewhat apart, and did something with his clothing.
"Control valve catastrophic failure - 10 seconds" registered in Andy's brain. He had no time to lose. He marched up to the fixture next to the man and observed what was taking place.
REPORT OF SPACECRAFT COMMANDER, STARDATE 2243.6
Android 746 was recovered from behind an earth structure in poor condition. Its positronic brain had been deactivated by a blow to the cranium, and there were numerous other body systems with damage. Its lower clothing was soaked with fluids. It will be sent to Biotechnic Lab 73 for further analysis.
RECOMMENDATIONS OF BL73 TECHNICIAN 955
Android 746 was a perfect replica of a human, but included human defects as well. Primary to this incident was the inadequate size of the fluid containment module, the inadequate strength of the fluid containment valve, and the lack of programming for the use of the fluid release tube. Humans do not permit observation as they release fluids.
Our recommendations for future models include a larger fluid module with a reinforced valve. A larger and more durable fluid release tube is also suggested.
Edited March 3 by Spectator9
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Yana woke up with a jolt. The gusher of the piss and the warmth felt so real that she panicked. She dreamt of pissing herself in the office in front of everyone. Thankfully it was just a coin sized spot on her thong. A dull but strong ache plagued her lower belly reminding her of the bladder burst challenge with her colleagues last evening.
Yana immediately hopped into the bathroom; her eyes fell on the enticing porcelain bowl. It shined as a beam of sunlight fell on it from the wide glass window. As if the heavens themselves were seducing her to come and release the gusher she was brewing for nearly a day now. She tore away her tiny thong and landed her bum on the seat. The floodgates opened instantly. An inch thick stream of hot piss, hit the water below, forming dense white froth. Hardly 3 seconds had passed when she suddenly cut the stream going in full force. She winced with pain and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She started looking for her mobile phone and after losing a few more spurts she finally found it hidden inside the jacket she wore yesterday.
Yana’s hands trembled as she tried to enter the complex phone pattern. Her bladder was revolting furiously after being denied relief mid-way. After 4 attempts she finally unlocked her phone and video called her mother. Yana was 27 but she and her twin sister had always been super obedient to her mother, especially about discipline of not peeing in the morning. Her mother had imparted to her that gross bodily functions like peeing must be kept at the last.
“Hey. . Hi Mom” Yana began.
“Hey sweetypie! Good morning!” Her mother replied while rocking back and forth.
“Mom, I-I am in trouble. . I’m bursting for a pee. It’s coming out. . .”
“Oh my poor girl! Didn’t you go last night?”
“I – I was out at a party. I got drunk and fell asleep as soon as I crashed into the bed”
“How many times have I told you TO-NOT-SKIP-BEFORE-BED-PEES? That’s the only appropriate time to go.”
“Mom – it – I was drunk”
“So what! Look around at all the photos on your wall – what do you see?” Her mother interrupted.
“What about them?”
“If you look closely, in each photo there’s a noticeable bulge on your bladder. Be it the orange bodycon dress you wore on your graduation where you went on stage with 26 hours of pee, or when we were in the road trip from California to Florida and you managed to hold it throughout the trip. Or that Ted-Y speech where you nearly wet yourself on the stage.”
Yana nodded. Tears brimming in her eyes.
“Baby, the point is… ahhh” Her mother grabbed her pussy tight. “In all your important events of your life, we ensured that you were always bursting at seams, and you came out with flying colours. It’s our family tradition to put such gross silly bodily functions at the last of everything. We never pee in the morning. Control is everything. Just because you are holding a few cans of beer and missed your only break last night, can’t be an excuse to break the family custom. You better keep it corked up. You must not break the family tradition of discipline and perfectionism.”
“Mom, please this is an exception. I have never failed you before.”
“That is because we didn’t allow you to fail. And don’t forget all the success that came to you because of this discipline. There-Is-No-Exception-To-This-Rule. Remember that your watch and your mobile is synced to the entire family. The green dots tell me everything.” Her mother sternly replied and hung up on her.
Tears fell from Yana’s eyes as she tightly clutched her pussy. It was truly the most desperate she had ever gotten in her life. No girl on the planet could contain 7 pints of beer and nearly a gallon of water and act normally. But here Yana was. The perfectionist of her family. The calendar widget on her phone showed green dots on each past date. Each dot meant one or no pees that day. She hastily scrolled to the left and saw that for months and years each date had a green dot. If she broke the rule there would be one red dot in her otherwise spotless record. The entire family with whom the calendar was synced would know it. That was a mortifying thought.
With her hands shoved into her crotch Yana entered the bathroom again. Before her body could prepare itself, she turned on the shower sending her into a frenzy. Her face turned red, and knuckles turned white with the effort of gripping her pussy shut. For most of the shower she remained curled up on the floor with legs crossed tight.
After the shower Yana waddled her way downstairs and finished her breakfast. Solid English breakfast coupled with a tall glass of glass of juice. She held the glass of juice in her hand and stared at it with pursed lips. Those additional 350ml of liquid could wreak havoc with her body. But she gulped it down at one go. No mercy whatsoever. The juice hit her bladder like a freight train. The glass fell from her hands as her muscles nearly gave up. She closed her eyes shut while her body shuddered. Around 10 minutes passed before the waves of desperation subsided for a bit.
Getting ready for the office was another hurdle Yana had to face. Going out with puffy eyes and messy hair was not an option. Her tag of Miss Florida came as an additional baggage for her. Holding her breath, she started applying the layers of makeup. Cleanser, then toner, moisturiser, foundation, and sunscreen. Each step was slower than the previous. Every time she took her hands out of her crotch a spurt or two leaked. By the time she was done with her makeup she had to discard three thongs. After spending a painful hour in front of the mirror, Yana stood in front of her closet with shaky legs, staring at the tiny brown dress that lay crumpled on the hanger. It was her favourite dress, the one that always made her feel sexy and powerful, but today it seemed like an insurmountable obstacle.
She reached for the dress, her hands trembling with anticipation and anxiety, and held it up to her body. But as she tried to slip it on, she could feel the fabric straining against her skin, resisting her every attempt to squeeze into it. She looked down at her bladder, which had ballooned overnight, a bloated and uncomfortable mass that made her feel self-conscious. She could feel tears of frustration and disappointment welling up in her eyes, the sense of defeat almost too much to bear. With a sense of resignation, she turned away from the dress, her mind already racing with thoughts of what to wear instead. She knew that she couldn’t go to work feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, that she needed to find something that made her feel confident and put-together.
But as she rummaged through her closet, her eyes kept drifting back to the brown dress. Finally, she decided to teach her bladder a lesson for not cooperating with her. She took out her dreaded waist clincher and with a deep breath, started wrapping it around her torso. The bulge on her bladder was so big that the hooks were a good few inches apart. Yana however was determined to go through it. Ignoring the way the thick fabric squeezed her bladder underneath, she gave a tight pull and quickly hooked the clincher to the tightest. All the hot piss was suddenly compressed in half the space sending a tsunami of desperation down her pussy.
She nearly squatted down and prevented the outburst. A little later Yana squared her shoulders and made her way out the door, determined to face the day with all the confidence and power that the brown dress represented. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that she would have to fight against her frantic needs, but she was ready for the challenge. After all, she was an office lady, and nothing could stop her from achieving her goals.
The sun was already high in the sky when Yana rushed to her car. In her quest to teach her bladder a lesson, she had spent too much time in front of the mirror and was now running late for work. But as she slid into the driver’s seat another wave hit her hard. The clincher had literally compressed her bladder to a size of a tennis ball. Pee rushed to her overworked urethra and hit it like a freight train. Sweat dripped from her forehead and neck into her deep cleavage. She rested her head on the steering wheel and jammed her hand into her tightly layered crotch. She reluctantly tried to start the car and realized that her legs felt heavy and stiff. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain shooting through her bladder. She winced and groaned as she twisted the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that the car would start, and she could make it to work on time. But the car wouldn’t start, and her frustration grew with each failed attempt. She was already running late, and now this? She tried to shake off the excruciating pain in her bladder and focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. Every movement felt like a Herculean effort, and she could feel her patience wearing thin.
As she leaned her head back against the headrest, her mind raced with all the things she needed to do that day. Meetings, deadlines, emails, phone calls…the list was endless. She knew she couldn’t afford to be late, but how could she drive when every movement was agony? She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she attempted to push through the pain. Her foot hovered over the gas pedal, but she couldn’t bring herself to press down. She knew she needed to get moving, but the pain was just too much. Her bladder needed a relief – N-O-W!
Finally, she relented and slumped back in her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She was trapped, unable to move forward and unable to go back. Her mind raced with all the ways this could impact her reputation and her life, just because she could not hold her pee all day. The minutes ticked by, and she sat there, her mind and body wracked with ungodly desperation. The mistake of breaking the seal for 3 seconds and losing the spurts was making things even more difficult. For the unreserved, the solution was simple. Just go to the toilet and piss to heart’s content but Yana was built different. Holding pee was her way of life and in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world was crushing her.
Somehow, Yana booked a cab and started for office. Throughout the ride Yana had her hands shoved in her crotch. Each bump was a blow to her bladder and sent pee rushing down her pee hole. Her legs were crossed so tight like a pretzel that her inner thighs were burning with pain. To add to her woes the leg room of the cab was so limited that her knees almost came to her chest compressing her bladder further. The cab driver kept yelling at her to not spoil the seats. She could not even respond to him fearing the loss of control.
After a perilous hour, Yana finally reached her office. She nearly fell out of the cab upon exiting. Her legs had gotten numb. Another spurt shot out of her pussy. Fortunately, her dress was so short that the piss ran down her thighs. She had never been late to the office before and knew that her boss would not take it kindly on her. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and hobbled towards the office as quickly as possible. The click of her 6-inch heels was heard all across the floor and everyone craned their necks to ogle at her. Her massive sweaty boobs threatened to pop out of her undersized dress, but she had no time to bother and adjust it. Little did she know what was in store for her.
Yana steadily reached the conference room taking small steps. If she cast wide steps, her muscles would not be able to contain the lake anymore. She thanked her stars that for the next hour or two she was only required to listen to a boring presentation. But all hell broke loose when her boss asked her to lead the presentation since the original staffer had called in sick. Her body filled with goosebumps and tremors of desperation seared through her bladder. All her daydreams of quietly rubbing her thighs to stimulate herself with a full bladder vanished. Another drop pushed its way out of her pee hole and crawled from her inner thighs, making her wiggle. The entire conference room got a good view of her sweaty butt cheeks and the tight thong she had underneath her short dress. She stood at the front of the conference room blankly. Her heart raced as her pussy lips quiver violently. The pressure inside her bladder nearly doubled. as she tried to steady herself.
“Do you need to use the restroom Yana?” Her boss asked as if to embarrass her on purpose.
“Like a racehorse” Yana genuinely replied biting her lips. The entire conference room started laughing. They all thought she was joking out of nervousness. She cleared her throat and began to speak, but her voice was shaky and uneven. She stumbled over her words, trying desperately to keep her focus, but it was no use. Her mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anxiety, and she struggled to not to let the flood escape. As she glanced out at the sea of faces before her, she felt a surge of panic rise up in her chest. She had always struggled with public speaking, but this was something else entirely. The stakes were higher, the pressure greater, and the scrutiny more intense.
She tried to push through her nerves, but her mind kept racing, tripping over her words, and causing her to lose her place in her notes. She felt a trickle of pee slide down her thighs, and her heart raced as she tried to regain her composure. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. She knew she had to keep going, to push through the desperation and make it to the end of her presentation, but the thought of continuing felt almost unbearable.
A member suddenly interrupted Yana to ask a question. His loud voice startled her, breaking her concentration. Her bladder, which seemed to have a mind of its own, violently contracted and tried to push the piss out. She had microseconds to act and in that moment of desperation, she closed her eyes and grabbed the seams of her skirt. Even though the temptation to grab the crotch was intense but she relied only on her clenched muscles to contain the disaster. The battle between her bladder and her will was being witness with other members of the room. After 30 awkward seconds Yana emerged victorious; the flood was contained for now. She was panting but eventually managed to re-focus on the task at hand.
With renewed determination, Yana opened her eyes and began to speak again, her voice still a little shaky, but steadier than before. Her legs remained crossed tightly and she sticked to her position on the dais. As she spoke, she felt a sense of control return, and the words flowed more easily from her lips. Bit by bit, she made her way through the presentation, feeling a growing sense of confidence and pride with each passing minute. And as she finished her final slide and the room erupted into applause, she knew that despite her nerves, she had done it.
After the presentation Yana’s boss approached her.
“Yana that was one hell of a presentation!” The boss began. “But I would really appreciate if you could learn to control yourself better. Frankly it was embarrassing”.
Yana could not help but nod. All she wanted was some alone time to give a long re-assuring squeeze to her pussy.
“I love how you’re always focussed on work and don’t take bathroom breaks like the rest of the girls. I hope you take my feedback constructively. And yes, the clients seemed to be very happy that you didn’t rush to the bathroom in the middle of the presentation. Please continue to hold and work on your abilities to hide it”.
As soon as the boss left the meeting room Yana collapsed into the nearest chair. Her calves and heels were burning in those nearly vertical stilettos and her bladder relentlessly sent spasm after spasm. Her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. She had been standing non-stop for over 2 hours now in an un-imaginable condition. Her brain felt fuzzy and overloaded. All she wanted was a few minutes to take a breather, clear her mind, and somehow ease the pain in her bladder. She thought of quickly hopping in the only bathroom which she used at work to loosen her clincher, but it seemed that fate was not on her side.
Yana’s colleagues, a group of chatty and boisterous individuals, seemed to sense her fatigue, and instead of giving her space, they circled around her like vultures, peppering her with a never-ending stream of inane gossip and pointless chatter. At first, she tried to engage with them, nodding and smiling politely as they chattered on about their weekend plans and office drama. But as the minutes ticked by, her patience wore thin, and she found herself growing increasingly irritated with each new interruption. She longed to tell them to just leave her alone, to give her some space and let her breathe, but she knew that wouldn't be well-received. She gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that her nail pierced the cushioning and kept her legs close together. Seeing that the gang wouldn’t leave Yana pretended to busy herself in the screen in-front, hoping that they would take the hint and go back to their own desks.
But it was no use. They continued to chatter and interrupt, their voices growing louder and more grating with each passing minute. She could feel her bladder growing inside and her grip on her muscles loosening. Frustration and exhaustion mounting, her brain struggling to make sense of the chaos around her. In the spur of the moment Yana stood up from the chair, hoping that the physical act of standing would give her some sense of control. But instead, it seemed to only draw more attention to her, and her colleagues crowded around her, their voices rising to a fever pitch.
Yana felt a ball form inside her pee hole just like it happens when we stop our pee midstream. The only difference being, under normal circumstances the feeling subsided but in her case the pressure simply kept growing with every passing second. Her body was shaking with the efforts to act normal and hold the flood. She wanted nothing more than to fast forward the day to her bedtime and piss to her heart’s content. But for now, she had to endure. She even tried to exit the conference room, but it seemed that everywhere she turned, there was someone there, blocking her path.
“What happened Yana?” One of the office girls taunted “Trying to run off to the toilets like a schoolgirl? Or the beer from last night’s contest is still coming out” The rest of the girls burst into laughter.
“If you remember correctly, I am the only girl in office who has never seen the insides of our bathrooms here unlike you all. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have got more important stuff to do. And yes, before I leave, all the beer from last night is still inside my bladder. SAFE AND CORKED.” Yana fired back and stormed out. The veins on her forehead almost popped out with the strain of putting such a long sentence together.
As Yana inched down the hallway her eyes fell on the smoking zone. She suddenly remembered that there was a small toilet behind it which was not covered by an CCTV. It was the only bathroom which she was comfortable using as nobody else knew about it. She could simply release a tiny bit to give her bladder some room to contain the boiling piss inside. In this way even the fitness tracker would not be able to detect any anomaly and she would somehow manage to last till midnight. This quick break was like a beacon of hope in the midst of her otherwise disastrous day.
Yana sneaked in the smoking room and observed that there was another man smoking in the corner. She lit her Misty 120 cigarettes nonchalantly and leaned on the wall turning her back to the man. In one hand she had the cigarette, and the other hand was tightly curled into a fist pressing against her crotch. Each time she blew out the smoke her control seemed to slip away. She gritted her teeth and continued to act calm. The man on the other side got a phone call which added to her woes. Yana cursed the guy under her breathe and smoked another Misty and the another. The man simply refused to leave. She was doing a full-blown pee dance when he was not looking. Her pussy quivered merely by looking at the door of the secluded toilet. After an agonizing half hour, the guy finally started walking towards the door, Yana made her move. She could practically taste her piss. The clincher seemed to push all her organs up in order to contain her ever growing ball of piss. As the distance between the toilet and her decreased, her heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of a few moments of peace and indulgence.
But just as she was about to cross the threshold into the toilet, her phone rang, its piercing tone shattering the calm of the moment. With a sense of frustration, she reached for her phone, noting the caller ID with annoyance. It was her boss, and she knew that whatever he was calling about, it wasn't likely to be good news. With a sense of reluctance, she answered the call, her mind already half-focused on the glorious relief just a few feet away. The tone of her boss was enough to scare Yana. She was calling her into a last-minute meeting, one that couldn't wait until later in the day. Yana tried to protest, to explain that she had been about to take a break, but the boss was insistent.
Despite her aching, burning pee hole, Yana turned away from the So-close toilet and headed back towards her desk, her bladder throbbing in protest. She could feel the disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She cursed herself under her breath for being so irresponsible last night and not taking her before bed pee. But she knew that she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her, that she needed to focus on the task at hand and push through the rest of her day. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant sacrificing her eye-wateringly urgent need to piss.
Three begrudgingly slow hours passed, and the duo had downed a couple of coffees. To make situations worse Yana had to sit in those extremely low and uncomfortable bean bags. She hated bean bags to begin with, but she was forced to sit in the same as they were the only ones in her boss’s ultra-modern cabin. Her bladder had virtually no space to store the liquid being rapidly pumped by her kidneys. With the laptop on her thighs and both her hands on the keyboard, she had to sit absolutely straight and still. The poor girl had no way to even adjust her sitting position for the fear of dropping her laptop or worse, leaking on the couch. Tears fell from her eyes on to the keyboard every time her bladder sent pangs. She frantically needed to reach her crotch for a quick squeeze. Finally at 6 in the evening her boss let her go.
Yana thanked her boss and did her best to not look desperate. But once she stood gravity came crashing down on her bladder. She lost her balance and fell on the couch again. A stinging pain ran through her bladder to her pee hole. A yelp escaped from her mouth as she tightly clutched the couch and quickly brought her legs close to stem the outburst.
“Yana! Babe you gotta behave yourself.” Her boss warned her.
Only if her boss realized that Yana had been holding it for past 42 hours, she may have been a little more empathetic. Yana however was in no position to convey the same. Her bladder screamed for a release. Once out of the cabin she quickened her pace as best as could and approached the smoking zone pantry. She had been looking forward to this break all day, the promise of a sweet release to contain her massive load of piss.
As she neared the doorway of the smoking zone, her bladder started shooting jets of pee. Her thong was now drenched. The last few seconds were always the most difficult to hold. Her face was all scrunched up and red from the strain. Finally, she could see the light streaming out from under the door, a warm and welcoming glow that beckoned her closer. But as she reached for the door handle, she screamed with utter disappointment. The door to the toilet was closed.
Yana was at the end of her tether. Her need to piss was no longer controllable. She was frantic and somehow needed to hold it out. She could feel a sense of frustration and annoyance building within her, her mind already conjuring up images of the delicious relief just separated by a locked door. She screamed aloud in anger, but no one was there who could help her except her own. With a sense of desperation, she pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear some sign of life inside. But all she could hear was the sound of her own breath, and the muffled hum of the air conditioning system.
She tried the door handle again, hoping that it had simply been stuck, but it refused to budge. In her despair, she violently shook the door, pulled a hair pin and tried to pick the lock but in vain. It was as if the universe had conspired against her, denying her relief by whatever means possible. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach, a sense of disappointment and frustration threatening to overwhelm her. She knew that she needed to find some way to contain the ocean inside her and manage the rest of the time at office. It was a herculean task for her. She was on borrowed time.
Yana hobbled back to her seat and frantically started closing the last few activities typing away at the keyboard. All she wanted to do was go home and relieve here overworked bladder. But there was one problem: she couldn't book a cab.
Her fingers trembled with anxiety as she refreshed the page again and again. Each time, the same message taunted her: "No cabs available at this time." Yana bit her lip in frustration. She had tried everything she could think of. She had even gone down to the lobby to ask the receptionist for help, but all she got was a shrug and a sympathetic smile.
As the minutes ticked by, Yana's anxiety grew. She knew she had to get home soon – her bladder was now shooting spurts every few minutes and she had run out of wet wipes. She but her lip and gently tried to press on her bladder to assess how bad exactly was the situation. It could have been that all the desperation was simply caused because she had put on the undersized waist clincher. But the moment she pressed her bladder she died a thousand deaths. It was as if someone stabbed tens of knives into her bladder.
Yana looked out the window, watching the traffic snarl by. She could see the taillights of other cabs flickering in the distance, but none of them seemed to be heading in her direction. She shoved her hand into her crotch and took out her phone. For a brief second, she closed her eyes, willing herself to remain calm. She knew she couldn't give up – she had to keep trying. So, she refreshed the page once more, and waited. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a notification popped up: "Cab Confirmed."
Yana jumped up from her chair, grabbed her bag, and waddled out of the office. The cool evening air, hit her like a freight train. All of a sudden, her desperation shot up by 10 folds. It boggled her mind just to think how much more desperate he could get. Before she could compose herself, her cab arrived to pick her up.
Yana got in the back of the cab holding her breath. Her eyes glued to the slow-moving traffic outside and hand in her crotch. She restlessly shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. Two hours had passed since she got into the cab, and it barely covered a quarter of distance to her home. She was sweating profusely despite the AC being on. Her brown dress clung tightly to the body and the seams of the waist clincher underneath pierced into the apex of her bladder. The cab driver asked her if she needed to pee badly.
“Badly is an understatement” Yana responded with a strained voice. Little did the cab driver know how much Yana was holding insider her severely compressed bladder. 7 pints of beer, over 2 and a half litres of water, and a good few cups of coffee and yet she had manager to keep the ocean inside her with just a few leaks over the last 45 hours.
Every bump in the road felt like a jolt to her bladder, and she winced with discomfort. She tried to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, but even that became a challenge as her concentration waned. Her body shuddered with pain and drops of pee leaked from her vagina. Yana glanced out the window, hoping to spot a rest stop or even a secluded area where she could relieve herself. But there was nothing – just a sea of cars stretching out before her.
Her desperation grew with every passing minute. She crossed her legs and clenched her muscles, trying to hold it in. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. Yana shifted again, this time reaching for her bag. Maybe there was something in there that could help her. She rummaged through it, her heart racing with anticipation, but all she found was a bottle of water. Her throat was dry as a desert, so she gulped a few sips. And that proved fatal. It was as if the extra 200 ml of water went and hit her bladder directly.
Yana was feeling lightheaded, and her body was going numb. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing in agony. The traffic outside seemed to taunt her, as if it were never going to let up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up in front of Yana's home. She wanted to run but any movement could result into a full-blown accident. She requested the cab driver to help her. The lady was kind enough and helped Yana to reach her door. While any other driver would have left immediately, she waited.
Yana conveyed her to go but then the lady driver requested her, “Ma’am I too haven’t pissed since I left home early morning. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
Tears welled up in Yana’s eyes, but she agreed. “S-Sure – I can wait a little longer”.
Yana fumbled with her keys as her entire body shook violently. The cab driver too had her legs crossed tight and bit her lips nervously. As soon as the door opened, both ladies lost a huge spurt in their clothes. “Straight and left” Yana managed to whisper as the cab driver rushed inside. The sound of the driver’s gusher was too much to bear but Yana still managed to bear the torture silently. A few agonizing minutes later the driver emerged from the bathroom with sweat all over her body but relieved expressions. She thanked Yana and quickly left.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Yana literally tore away her dress and her thong. The only thing that remained between her and the sweet-sweet relief was the distance of a few feet. But something was wrong. Her legs felt stiff, and crotch was burning. The pain in her bladder reached new heights and jets of pee started coming out of her pussy like a fire hose.
The inevitable finally happened. The damn burst open. The tidal wave arrived. After nearly two days, perhaps the longest Yana had gone without using the toilets, her bladder, her muscles, and her will could no longer contain the boiling piss inside. All her valiant efforts were now in vain. Her muscles violently contracted and tried to push out an entire gallon of pee at once. Clear transparent piss erupted out of her pussy in an inch thick stream forming a huge puddle on the floor. It spread in all directions covering quite a considerable radius. She moaned with pleasure and panted as the gusher continued for over 3 minutes. Her eyes rolled up and body shuddered as it entered a series of orgasms. Without even knowing Yana had started stroking and rubbing her clit through the thick torrent of piss. After the monstrosity of the load was over, Yana collapsed She stayed there for what felt like ages, savouring the sensation of finally being able to let go after such a long hold. She checked her mobile and the dot was still green. Yana heaved a sigh of relief and started to laugh.
It was a lesson learned – never again would she underestimate the importance of taking her designated piss break. |
Hi everyone, I'm back after a while. This story isn't for everyone as it contains some roleplaying by husband and wife (not a real scenario). Also, there a bit of cross-dressing by the husband. I'll probably add some past and future experiences by this couple in coming weeks.
Julian loudly shook the cowbell in his hand. Pooja, at the doorway, twisted in agony. Her knees ground together as she danced helplessly in place. It was completely clear- the poor girl was dying for the toilet. She twirled agonizingly in place, with half a mind to rush off to the toilet.
Julian’s bell clanged again. “Pooja, please take your seat now- class is starting.”
Pooja groaned quietly as she took a couple of reluctant steps into the “classroom”, Julian’s home office. A single wooden chair sat across from the large wooden desk Julian usually prepared his teaching materials from.
“Please, sir- you don’t understand! My last class ran late and I rushed over here to be on time! I didn’t get to visit the ladies!” Her voice wavered, in part from desperation and in part from her stellar act of a helpless female college student on the verge of tears.
Julian took a moment to admire his beautiful wife. Wearing skinny jeans, white tank-top (no bra), and a see-through pink over-shirt, she danced writhing her hips not ten feet away from him. Her little fists were clenched forcefully- he could see her long sky-blue fingernails digging into her skin as she desperately waived her arms about. She was absolutely bursting, fighting the urge to grab her crotch- not that she hadn’t done that a thousand times in front of her husband. No, she was totally committed to her role. It was Julian’s thirtieth birthday and she wanted to make it as memorable as possible. Julian could hardly believe his eyes- how lucky he was to have a woman into his fetish beside him!
They had met at the University of Western Colorado three years ago- she had already been working there as a sessional instructor for a couple of semesters and he had joined her department. They had grown close quickly and the friendship had quickly evolved into romance. Pooja came from a traditional Indian family, so they had taken things slow. Julian was more open about his desires, so it didn’t take Pooja long to figure out her sexy body plus a full bladder got him rock hard.
“I’m sorry- you know the rules, Ms. Sethi. Now come in and join your classmates.” Julian gestured towards the chair. He was already erect and the skit had merely started. The noticeable bulge in his black dress pants betrayed him as he attempted to maintain a strict teacher act. Underneath his neatly ironed and creased pants, his excited male organ pushed relentlessly against the silk fabric of his lacy red panties- a gift from Pooja last Christmas.
Pooja hobbled to the chair and slid down into it. Her lips mouthed a barely audible “ooh” as sitting added more pressure to her rapidly filing bladder. Since her morning pee three hours ago, Pooja had downed a large home-brewed coffee, a tall glass of grapefruit juice, and her 1L water bottle twice. She had teased her husband relentlessly as they had gone out to pick up a birthday cake for the party tonight. Filling up in public was always a naughty turn-on for Pooja, especially when her man was there looking for subtle clues of her mounting desperation. She had downed her bottle for the second time during the drive to the store and had squirmed in the bakery section as Julian took way too long hemming and hawing over which cake to get.
Now back home, her feet bounced in unison on the laminate floor. She, a desperate student, was about to piss herself in class. A growing excitement spread out from the pit of her stomach- what a thrill this was! She often wondered if her some of her young, attractive students put off going to the lavatory during class time. She had definitely seen her share of students, male and female alike, packing up their things and bolting out the door at the end of 3-hour lessons. Were they desperate for relief? It certainly made sense that some students would be, if they had put off peeing during the short mid-class break. Pooja certainly never peed at break-time and her bladder was usually pretty full by class’s end.
Julian was stumbling through his accounting notes as he eyed his struggling wife. It hardly mattered- Pooja was in no shape to focus on anything except maintaining control of her engorged bladder. Again and again, it threatened to shoot hot urine through her strained urethra. The pee would exit her body and soak her violet bikini-cut cotton panties. Julian loved those panties on her. Simple but pretty- even prettier when they were soaked with piss.
After nearly ten minutes of constant wriggling, Pooja’s hand shot up. “Please professor, I really need to go- it’s an emergency!”
Julian chewed his lip thoughtfully. “OK, you may go this time. But I want you back in class within three minutes. The toilets are just outside and you have no excuse for wandering elsewhere- don’t make me come look for you!”
“Thanks, sir. I’ll be right back- I promise!” Pooja stood up carefully with one hand over her crotch. She resisted smiling as she felt Julian’s gaze locked in on her. This was so much fun! Julian had come up with such a hot scenario that morning.
“And no more drama from you the rest of class either!” Julian called out as she exited his office.
Pooja exited the room and rushed off to the kitchen- she needed more water. She located her empty water bottle on the table and shoved it into the water dispenser on the fridge. As the cold water noisily poured into the bottle, Pooja crossed her legs and clenched her pussy tighter. She was mere minutes away from losing complete control. It was a minor miracle she hadn’t made a wet spot on her underwear yet.
“Good, welcome back. Now, sit.” Pooja bit her lower lip as she re-entered the classroom.
“S-sir… the washrooms were closed for cleaning.” She danced on the spot for emphasis, her hands folded into a ball in front of her groin and pressed up against her womanhood. Julian’s mouth opened in temporary speechlessness. Despite coaching her to say the exact line, the fantasy was still nearly overwhelming to him.
“Well… t-that’s too bad. You will have to hold it until the end of class like a big girl.” Julian spoke firmly and turned his attention back to the notes package he was reading from.
“But please sir- I- I am going to have an accident.” Pooja whimpered. The scene was hardly acted- she was truly on the verge of peeing her pants where she stood.
“Sorry, but we had a deal- you got your break. Now please, SIT DOWN!”
Feigning frustration, Pooja collapsed into her chair again. She waited for her husband to start reading again before opening her water bottle and tipping the cool water down her throat. It seemed to flow straight into her bladder, and she quickly lowered the bottle again. Her legs scissored as she rocked in her chair, clutching herself. Her thoughts drifted back to when she had wet herself in 3rd grade after her friend had dared her to drink three milk cartons at lunch.
Pooja had managed to complete the dare, just barely keeping the large volume of milk down, but the bigger issue had come after lunch break- in class, in the form of the 8-year old’s rapidly filling bladder. The strict teacher had let her go the first time but accused her of faking the second time a half-hour later. Pooja ended up wetting her skirt at her desk and the class had roared with laughter. To her credit, the teacher had apologized profusely and even explained to her mom that it had not been Pooja’s fault. Back home, mom had prepared a bubble bath with her favourite rubber ducky. She had lovingly assured her upset daughter that accidents sometimes happened and they were perfectly okay. Pooja suspected that her relationship with Julian had reignited old feelings about the incident.
On top of everything else, watching Julian teaching with a huge erection was driving her wild. Here he was, a handsome, young, well-dressed professor trying his best to stay composed, but unable to keep himself from growing sexually excited. All because of a cute naughty student who was wetting herself in his class- all because of her. As she watched the giant tent poking out from his pants, Pooja’s thoughts drifted to what he wore underneath. She visualized his giant manhood poking through the red lingerie. Knowing that, underneath the professional attire, he was wearing a very feminine and sexy pair of panties she had picked out for him made it all that much hotter.
Pooja felt herself squirt into her panties and squeezed tighter to limit the damage- it wouldn’t be long now before she involuntarily soiled her best pair of jeans. She knew this particular pair drove Julian absolutely wild. The denim fabric snugly hugged her fit, shapely ass and the tight waistband severely restricted how much her bladder could expand- she suspected that she had wet this particular pair of jeans at least ten times for him.
She yelled out, interrupting her professor’s reading, as he had carefully requested earlier that morning. “Please sir, mera pashaabh niklunh vala eh! Main apni pant gili kurun vali eh!”
Julian almost exploded in his dress pants. He had heard Pooja resort back to her native Punjabi language when she was truly desperate during their initial time playing “hold-it” together. After he had asked what she had yelled seconds before drenching her panties and skirt, Pooja had figured out her instinctive outburst had driven her man wild. She then started purposely including more Punjabi between desperate moans. He was picking up Punjabi slowly with her help, but there was no doubt what that familiar phrase meant. Pooja had just leaked and was about to completely wet her jeans.
Julian stopped reading and began vigorously rubbing himself through his pants. He didn’t want to come in his pants, but the temptation to masturbate was becoming too overwhelming. His student was helplessly disgracing herself in his classroom. Soon, she would wet her tight, light-blue jeans and go through the humiliation of having a toilet accident in a college classroom.
“No! You can’t leave…” Julian gasped as he stroked the head of his rock-hard member through the cotton fabric. His testosterone-fueled vulgar act continued despite his distant thought about sharing his imminent climax with his wife.
Pooja pressed against her vulva through the jeans. She was hopelessly desperate and aroused- a telltale glistening sweat covered her beautiful face. Unable to help herself, she stroked herself a few times, circling her right hand over her jeans. It felt amazing- she somehow willed herself to stop rubbing in the interest of accurate roleplay. Her fingers now pushed hard against her crotch- she was SO close to peeing herself in class.
“Professor…”
She stood up, with equal intent to surrender the difficult battle and halt her husband from orgasming on his own. The floodgates opened and Pooja began wetting her pants. She closed her eyes and with relief as her entire body relaxed. Her fingers were finally out of her crotch with her hand on her hips, her legs spread apart so her husband could fully enjoy the show.
Julian’s eyes widened as a rapidly spreading wetness engulfed the worn denim cloth. His compulsive rubbing intensified. In addition to the exhilarating relief of finally letting go, Pooja felt the pleasant warmth of her pee flooding her jeans and socks. She opened her eyes to enjoy the giant waterfall flowing from her pussy and forming a clear lake at her feet. As she finally finished emptying her bladder, she looked up and noticed Julian trying to work his pants open so he could get his right hand into his panties- his natural tendency when his wife wet herself. Pooja knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to share his climax.
“Honey, wait- stop!” She briskly walked to the front of the room with the impressive work desk, creating a trail of wet footsteps behind her. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out from inside his pants. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. He took the hint well and kissed her. As their tongues met, she inched closer to feel his giant erection against her wet body.
They broke off the kiss and he abruptly returned to his professor role, even though his manhood was persistently throbbing inside his panties. His unbuttoned dress pants had slid down to his feet.
“Look at the big wet mess you’ve made in my classroom, young lady.”
“Mmmm…” Pooja moaned softly, excited about the turn this was taking.
“I am going to have to punish you for it! Let’s teach you some discipline, you dirty girl!”
Julian dragged her to his desk and pushed her down on it. Knowing what was coming, she quickly unbuttoned her tight form-fitting jeans so he could yank them down to her thighs. She now stood bent over the desk with her wet violet panties exposed to him.
He began spanking his naughty student as he scolded her. “You naughty little baby girl- wetting your pants in class! Who is going to clean up your puddle?”
Pooja smiled and winced simultaneously as her husband’s palm punished her stinging bottom over and over. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time.
“I will, professor. I’m sorry!”
“Quiet, you!” His breathing grew heavier as he tired from beating her.
She quickly reached behind her and pulled down her panties. She didn’t want the fun to stop just yet and the sight of her shaved pussy always did the trick.
Julian found his second wind and pulled down his own panties, finally freeing his pulsating penis. He entered her and pumped roughly. Already on the edge of orgasm, Pooja screamed with pleasure. They were done after a mere minute of sex- he shot his hot white load into her while her hands spread to the edges of his work desk. She collapsed down on it, breathing heavily, her 34B breasts rising and falling under her tank top.
Julian put his hands on the table on either side of her slender, semi-naked body. He was spent after experiencing one of his top sexual fantasies. He pulled out and gently pushed his body on top of hers. They lay there for a long moment in exhausted, satisfied bliss.
“Wow.” Pooja finally spoke a minute later.
“Yeah, wow.” Julian agreed. He pulled away from the desk and stripped off his panties. Pooja did the same with her soaked clothes. It was time to clean up and begin birthday party preparations.
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Okay, right now Ruby is doing some training but the source of her desperation isn't there yet. This whole part is to establish Ruby as I am protraying her. It is also based on the original character design. The storyline continued .......:
Main plot: Ruby walked towards the southbound corridor to other rooms and corridors that might harbor monsters. She checked the east and west corridors already but nothing permeated those areas. In fact, it was just the walls of the room. Ruby held her arms high above her head while clasping her hands, stretching them casually as she thought about the challenge ahead of her.
"Geez! You'd have thought these monsters would put up a fight. But no. They're all so stupid. Not even one dragon or a rockanoff. Nothing but bats, skeleton soldiers, dashers, statues, or a ghost. Nothing seemed to be a challenge." She took them out with ease it wasn't as though it required a lot of effort. Just one charged shot of several smaller ones, and the correct assigned element.
It did help Ruby had Toan's notes from his time in Divine Beast Cave. But she was a natural fighter and a magic user. Ruby was distracted by the heat and feeling so sweaty. This past two days and now were hot due to the summer weather. Ruby took out a water bottle and drank some of her water and continued down the corridor, passing the exit door.
She made her way to the final room and saw the last three targets to attack. Ruby began to feel her bladder fill and went to swiftly finish things off before she left for the village just outside. Ruby saw one bat, one ghost, and one statue. "Perfect!" Ruby thought. She ran up to the bat and swiftly knocked it out with lightning element. Shocker! With a charged attack, she immediately took out the dasher and statue. Easy peezy lemon squeeze!
She took the gate key and went to the exit doors. She past through them and began making her way out from the cave ...... outside the sun was still up and the weather not as hot but still warm enough to cause some sweating. Ruby could feel it. She stunk. It was time for a bath. But first, she had escape the cave. Outside was Norune Village, the home of the first and main protagonist of this quest (of the game, that being Toan).
Ruby walked past the several homes, seeing the beautiful sky and Dran's windmill spinning. After walking over over a bridge, she was approached by Toan and Renee.
"How's training going Ruby? Fight off any tough monsters during the first 7 floors?" Toan asked. Ruby shook her head in the negative. "They were push overs. None of them gave me a good challenge. You said there were some tough monsters down there. But right now, they're all so weak. You sure they get tougher?" Ruby replied. Toan smirked and retorted. "Just you wait. Things will be tougher though."
Renee (Toan's mother) chimed in. "That's enough monster talk for one day. For now, I have lunch and a shower if you'd like." Ruby was pleased by this offer and took it. "Of course. Even a genie had to eat and care for her skin. Oh and uh ... do you have some place I can .. uh ................ go for relief?" Ruby asked. Renee didn't understand the question at first. "Relief?". "You know the place for ..... doing private business to get rid of one's liquids from their insides".
Renee still didn't seem to understand, that is until she remembered the first time Xiao asked for the toilet in a similarly awkward manner (for her it was because she wasn't used to human speech and didn't know how to express herself correctly). "Oh I see. Yes I have a place for that. Please follow me." They went back to her house and of course Ruby did her thing. She joined the team and Renee for lunch followed by bathing alone.
Sadly, she had to wear regular people's clothing since her other clothes were in the wash, followed by being hung on a wire to dry. In the meantime, Ruby did some inventory and chose to stock up on water, repair powder, and a few other things. Since the team was given a small share of the team's total money acquired from fighting monsters, Ruby could only buy so much. (In the game no one had been given this allocation of money. It is fictional.).
Ruby didn't want to fight in these clothes and she didn't want them getting ruined in battle. She felt it would make Renee upset. She spent the rest of the day indoors trying not to get sweaty again. Toan practiced his sword fighting while Goro lounged around at the mayor's house.
Xiao practiced her slingshot work followed by helping Renee. Toan helped top but also checked on the villagers. He also talked with the Fairy King about the state of things and the growing power of the dark Genie. He said things weren't looking good and they must obtain the moon orb from Shipwrecked. Training for Ruby must pick up or else. Besides, he felt the Dark Genie might be up to something.
The villagers along with Matataki villagers were setting up the festival from before they got destroyed. They wanted to celebrate the summer solstice plus being alive. Tonight was going to be a night a of partying, that is dancing, food, drinks (non alcoholic), and socializing. They felt Toan and his friends have kept them safe and perhaps the Dark Genie was now scared of their heroes to come back again. So why not celebrate?
Speaking of the Dark Genie .....
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We temporarily shift over to a most dark and creepy looking place. It was once a kingdom of men and women, but now it is nothing more than a kingdom of darkness. The castle made of stone perched upon a pile of ground floating while surrounded by clouds of purple, orange, and black. Lightning can be seen and heard, booming each time it shows itself as tentacles warning all those who travel here.
It was the lair of one evil sorcerer of immense power. It was the Dark Genie, meditating on the dark side, seeing through the veil of time and space to see what was, what is, and what could be. "So the Fairy King has acquired another member of his resistance force against me. Hehehehehe! Foolish Fairy King thinks he restore balance to this pitiful world which I shall be the one true ruler over? Teh!". The Dark Genie continued his inner thought on the matter.
"Such fools can't destroy me. I am the undefeatable. The boy from Norune Village can't possibly hope to defeat me with his pitiful swords, nor can his feline friend or that hermit child. And now they think a genie of lesser power can stop me? Nay! She may possess power that makes her useful as a tool but can never destroy or surpass me.". Just then, a voice of authority and military command called out to the Dark Genie.
"Dark Genie! Dark Genie I have some questions for you!". The Dark Genie awoke from his meditation and not very happy. He wore an expression of disgust for his new master which he was growing very tiresome. He turned around with a false smile and greeted his master. "Colonel Flag, my master, what is it I may assist you with?" Dark Genie asked.
Colonel Flag (the man who requested a bunch of evil worshippers to perform the ritual to release the Dark Genie), looking ever displeased by something, asked with boldness and honest. "It seems a new threat arises everyday. Perhaps you aren't as powerful or you aren't serious about our goals for power. Has your time being sealed away made you soft?". The Dark Genie looked back with a face that couldn't perceive the question.
"My goals for global domination are and always will be an absolute. What is the issue?" Dark Genie asked the Colonel. Colonel Flag looked back with the eyes of a soul expecting an answer for the issue and instead received feigned innocence. "Did we not destroy all the village of the east? I do believe I saw your destructive power, and yet there have been two villages already rebuilt plus one more on the way. Care to explain?" Colonel Flag responded.
The Dark Genie realized the issue at hand and responded with this. "If you believe the world isn't worth conquering then leave me be. But if we are in this, then we will take over. None shall oppose .... our will for it is law. Whatever resistance against us it will fall. We attacked as our first strike but we knew some would survive. After all, there should be survivors to be left for whom to rule over. Having only dead subjects is useless."
Thr Colonel wasn't satisfied. "We can't have anyone resisting us period. We have must have complete obedience and loyalty to my will and mine alone. Is that clear?". The Dark Genie stared back with a glare that if could be seen to the fullest extent, would show the depths of the Dark Genie's Dark soul. For now, subterfuge had to suffice. "I understand my master. Don't worry. All your enemies will bow before you. My goal is to serve you. I just didnt want to have a completely dead world for you my Master."
Colonel Flag took it as it was and nodded in the approval. "Alright then. Carry on with your meditation. But remember your work is for our goals ... for domination to rule ... my rule. But you will always have a place as my second. If you succeed in serving my plans of course." Colonel Flag said. He paused, then faced the Dark Genie again.
"And I should thank you for not destroying everyone. Not yet. Its good in a way. It allows some to be swayed to our cause, even if out of desperation. They know their place. And our enemies may try to attack if only to lure them in with a false sense of assurance. Good work Dark Genie!".
The Colonel walked away assured his plans for domination weren't in vain. Alone was the Dark Genie and back to his thoughts. He seethed and raged within his very soul. "Foolish Colonel speaks down to me as if I was his to create. Nay! Not even the foolish Prince Seda could control me. For I am the terrifying power he conjured and called upon when he wanted to crush his foes and protect his precious Sophia."
The eyes of the Dark Genie, already a menacing narrowly slit, turned a glowing eerie red. Even the whites of his eyes turned black. "I will serve to crush your foes and conquer the world which you will make bendable to the current of the truely strong and powerful. Then, my hour of opportunity will come and the world will have their Colonel Flag as emperor .... or should I say I!".
The Dark Genie was surrounded by a cloud of darkness as same as outside the castle. For now he had something planned ........ what danger was our heroes in for now? And what did he have in mind? Only time will tell. Seda and the Fairy King watched with horror and curiosity. But things outside to the east weren't any different than the rest of the still free world.
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Outside, the village was quiet. Not a sound could be heard, save for the wind at night. It wasn't new or out of the ordinary to have wind here in Norune and Matataki villages. The doors to Divine Beast Cave were still kept shut! Dran was already sleeping and didn't notice anything. Suddenly, from outside the gates to Norune Village, a Baron reared itself into view, gazing upon the village seeing quiet.
The Baron saw nothing but a quiet village. (I don't mean a person of title. I mean a monster creature from the moon.). But why was it here rather than outside in space? How did it get here? Strange. It's eyes glowed red and it was surrounded by a purple cloud of darkness. It creeped past the wall and went to inform to others. Strange! What does this mean? And what did the Baron want? What does it hope to find here?
Back inside the cave, Ruby was taking her last few steps towards the door for the floor 9 when she stopped. She felt strange all of a sudden. She felt weakness and lethargy. Ruby out her hand on her forehead, as she held herself against the wall with her other hand. She breathed heavily and started to see the world spin. She didn't understand what was happening and why?
After 20 seconds, she could feel a warmth within her heart. It was one of alarm and fear, a warning sensation inside her. Then, in her head she heard a voice of dread speak to her. "A trial for you I have. A challenge you want so you shall receive!". Her body started to glow red, then a purple dark cloud swirling about her enveloped her. Ruby was overcome with a sense of fear and worry. She couldn't make it stop as it engulfed her.
Ruby called out to make this cloud disappear. She tried other spells and incantations but nothing worked. It was as if a curse was placed upon her or a shadow latched on and she couldn't just let it go. Then, the cloud vanished. Ruby stood quietly and wide-eyed, not even breathing. She exhaled and inhaled again, closing her eyes and keeping her hand upon her chest. "What was that?" Ruby said.
The doors to the next floor also began glowing red and a purple cloud enveloped it. Ruby didn't immediately see this until she opened her eyes and walked away slowly. "I'm not going that way. I'd better leave this cave." Ruby went back to the previous floor only to see the doors weren't doors anymore. They were one wall one with the cave itself and no way out. She couldn't believe what she saw. "Didn't I just come from back there?" I know there was an exit." Ruby thought.
She felt with her hand all throughout the wall for a door. But she could feel nothing nor see nothing. It was as if the doors were solidified into one solid object and made apart of the cave itself. Ruby was puzzled, awestruck by the turn of events. She wondered what or who could do this. She thought it might be the Fairy King but that wouldn't explain the dreadful feeling she had. Perhaps it was a sorcerer, but that person or persons couldn't influence the earth like this.
Ruby didn't like this one but and decided to leave the cave using escape powder. Ruby searched for it looking through all the repair powders, water, chicken, stamina, and Dran's feather. But she didn't find what she was looking for. Several times she sifted through it all but she found nothing. "What the .... I was sure she there was at least 3 escape powders. I know there was. I just checked before." Ruby couldn't understand what could have happened. Things don't just disappear from her possession.
She knew she wasn't robbed by a monster. They were all eliminated by her. How was this possible? "Wait! Was that the purpose of that strange glow and dark clouds? Did I also lose some of my stuff? But who could ..... no .... no way." Ruby thought. A dark and insidious conclusion permeated her mind which gave her a shiver. But what could she do? There was no way she could go back and the only way out was the way forward. And there was no way to tell what was going to happen next. But she had to move forward.
Ruby paused before moving forward. But she did feel her need to go more significantly. She wasn't desperate yet, but she had to find her way out before she felt desperation. Ruby moved forward towards the doors. The doors slid open and forward she walked. She saw a long corridor stretching forever on both directions. There weren't as many torches throughout and mostly darkness. Ruby had to decide which direction to start with.
She chose to turn right and continue walking into the abyss of darkness. After a few torches down the corridor was darkness. Pitch black darkness. Ruby had her right arm ready for an attack as her gold ring glowed a pink color for holy element. She thought to herself about why the mastermind behind this doing this. Perhaps its to destroy her, to test her, or something else nefarious. But what was the end game here? She thought and thought but nothing came to mind.
Suddenly, she started to feel more hot and uncomfortable. The temperature was becoming more and more heated. It was as if something was pumping heat into the cave. Even in the darkness, it was so hot and her need to go kept rising. She hunched forward a little as she instinctively kept her hand on her abdomen. She officially had to go. Though not desperate but she had to go. She could feel her bladder being full and in need of relief. All that water and wine was not coming down to her abdomen.
But the temperature kept rising and could tell there was a magic placed upon the dungeon. She was going to become more and more thirsty, more easily too. And that meant being more inclined to drink water. After all, she drank so much earlier. It was now piling up in her system. Ruby thought about how long she was down here and if her friends were well. She didn't know if it was morning and her friends would start searching for her. Would they know where to look?
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Outside it was still night time and all were asleep. Not a single noise save for the wind. What wind was this? Animals nearby had already left and in fear. Something was coming. Inside Renee's house, Toan, Renee, and Xiao were sleeping as usual. But Xiao tossed and turned, something perturbing her. In her mind, she saw herself under attack by canine monsters with humanoid hands and yelling at her to come hitherto to be eaten. They looked like humans too. Xiao was screaming "Nonononono" repeatedly.
Eventually, she screamed in her sleep. Toan and Renee were awoken by this, and made their way to Xiao. They saw her tossing and turning, crying out loud while still in her dream state. "Nonononononono no ... no ...n-n-noooo .....". Toan walked up to her and spoke softly while gently rubbing her. "Xiao Xiao it's going to be okay." Xiao awoke suddenly and with fear, breathing heavily, sweating like crazy. "It's me, Toan. Don't worry. Everything is fine now. It was just a dream." Xiao looked at Toan and around her only to find she was still inside her home. She calmed down, tearing up as she leaned her head upon Toan's chest.
Renee and Toan held her and conforted her. She was scared and needed love right now. After a few minutes, Toan offered her some milk. Xiao agreed and came with him. Downstairs they went only to see the front door opened. Toan thought perhaps they forgot to leave the door closed and went to close it. Suddenly, outbof nowhere, a cave bat screeched while hanging from the ceiling. Toan looked up and his eyes widened.
He saw 1 dozen bats (cave bats and evil bats), glaring at Toan with their glowing red eyes of death and bloodlust. They all immediately leaped and began attacking Toan like crazy. "Ah get off me get off me!" He cried Xiao went to help only to get swarmed by them too. Renee grabbed a broomstick and started swatting at them. "Get away from my son and daughter!". The Fairy King showed up and used his magic to destroy the bats. He healed everyone and lifted Toan onto his feet.
"No time for thanks. The village is under attack! Hurry outside. Ma'am stay indoors." Toan and Xiao got their weapons and went outside only to find the place surrounded by various monsters. A Captain and his Chariot (both monsters) stood nearby the mayor's house and yelled "Fire!". The Chariot fired away an attack that hit the windmill tower, causing a loud boom and some debris to fall to the ground. Everyone awoke and turned on their lights. The Captain shouted "Attaack!". All hell broke loose.
Toan, Xiao, Goro, Macho and Komacho began fighting with the monsters. It was pandemonium. Various homes and the grounds were under attack. There were monsters guarding the entrance/exit to Norune Village, and the entrance to Divine Beast Cave. Norune Village was under attack. Old Gaffer was jumped by a Dasher monster, rockanoffs attempted to break into Pike's house and Carl hid for dear life with Alnet.
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The Fairy King soon found himself surrounded by fairy fighters, ready to fend off the monster attacks. Dran appeared to shoot breaths of fire upon the monsters. In fact, he squashed a few with his weight. Hordes of monsters began showing up in mass droves. The Fairy King advised the team to use their default weapons as they won't break down and disappear from wear and tear.
Their other weapons obtained from their time in dungeon levels can't be repaired without repair powder, which right now was hacked open by monsters at Gaffer's buggy of goods. Macho and Komacho did their best to fight off the monsters attacking Gaffer but it was just too much, until Dran stepped in laying waste to all the monsters there. "Where are all these monsters coming from? And some of them I don't recognize Fairy King." Toan asked.
"Don't worry. We are here and I will help you." The Fairy King said. The doors to Divine Beast Cave still glowed red and surrounded by a wall of dark cloud energies. It was sealed off due to the spell placed upon it. Who could that be? Was it connected to the dark cloud that surrounded Ruby? Speaking of which, she remained trapped walking for seemed like forever down that corridor. It didn't seem to end anywhere.
Ruby was beginning to feel exhausted and her need to go jumped to a significant pang and a stinging feeling. She had to go and it was going to get worse. Ruby did all she could to stave off the urge to drink water. For the past two hours, she had been walking through the darkness not finding a single end in sight, feeling hotter and sweatier as time went on. Her need to go jumped to mild desperation and it was only rising. She started drinking water more often as the temperature seemed to rise. She tried to ignore the urge to drink water but the heat was too much.
By now, she was started cracking her knuckles and fingers as a sign that she needed to find an exit and use the toilet. Ruby drank water constantly as she felt thirsty soon after drinking water. How was this possible for so much heat to accumulate and from where. She wasn't anywhere near a source internal heat beneath the ground. And she wasn't in the desert heat. So what was it? Ruby continued walking forward, keeping one hand against the wall to her left and moving in small strides. "What .. the heck .. is going on here? Why is it so hot?" she wondered.
"What was the plan, thirst me to death? mess with my head? what? I wish I knew what that vile peace of filth was up to." Ruby thought to herself. During this current hour, she kept on drinking water profusely. It was so instinctive and she wanted more, but she reclaimed her senses to realized that she might drink herself out of all the water available to her. Ruby went to check to find she still had the 4 water bottles left to her. Or at least she thought it was. Her eyesight was a little foggy but at times it was clear while moving around to blurry. During the times it was clear, she saw only 2 bottles remained, with one almost done in her right hand.
She had to be careful not to drink it all. Ruby kept walking for another 15 minutes through the darkness, feeling hopeless in her bid to find a way out, that is, until the hallway started to light up. It wasn't very bright but it wasn't dark. It was dimly lit due to torches burning a dull blue color. The corridor remained hot and dark, though not as much now. Ruby continued down the bend around the corner and down the corridor until she saw began to see vegetation and sand. The ceiling started to show wooden beams like those seen in Shipwreck dungeon, the vegetation from Wise Owl Forest, and the sand from the dessert lands.
She didn't understand if this was a trick or if this was the back floor areas for Divine Beast Cave. The description still remained as she was still inside a cave. But the environment seemed different now. Still no monsters either and no other persons in sight. But now she was becoming slightly more desperate as now she had to go and empty her bladder. But where was she to go. And who knows what might show up. She wasn't going to render herself a sitting target with her pants down. Ruby had to act fast and find a way out of this unknown dungeon, wherever it was.
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Outside, Norune Village was still fighting for its survival. Toan, Goro, Xiao, Macho and Komacho, The Fairy King and his remaining defenders managed to stay hunkered down in Dran's windmill tower, along with the rest of the people. Alnet and Carl still remained in their homes. The monsters couldn't enter and gave up on attacking them. Of course, much of their home was ruined save for their bedroom at the hands of Chariots and their Captains. Old Gaffer was hit by a gooey mist by a curse rose and now moved slower than ever. Sadly, the team didn't have a gooey patch for relief and the fairy magic was used up fighting off the monsters. They only had so much left.
Toan didn't realize so many monsters could be in one place and so powerful. "Fairy King who's doing this?". "The Dark Genie is doing this as part of some effort to satisfy his master, a human man from the East. His is Colonel Flag. Men of the east are ambitious for power and use technology to crush their enemies, expand their kingdoms, and remain the sole dictator. Basically, it means they take over other people's homes and make the people their slaves to rule over with harsh laws to benefit themselves." Toan couldn't believe it. How evil some humans can be. But then he remembered what a certain individual mentioned.
This person from Queens Village mentioned how the men of the east are bloodsucking monsters who only care about conquering and taking over. So the word of the Fairy King confirmed this. "Was the Dark Genie created by these men of the east Fairy King?". "Yes, but not intentionally. I will explain later. We need to get these monsters out of here Toan." "But how? Our weapons are almost out and you don't have much magic. Furthermore, we don't have enough repair powder.". Macho and Komacho were exhausted and Dran couldn't keep this up either. Luckily, Master Utan was there too as Treant warned him, but he too couldn't fight off all those monsters forever.
They just had to hold out for hope, which wasn't going to happen unless something changed. Toan had one more question. "Fairy King, do you know what happened to Ruby?" "I was going to ask you the same thing Toan." Now Toan was worried big time. For all he knew, Ruby was dead or captured by the Dark Genie. Goro had a few more hits before his weapon went out of his possession from wearing out. Then, he would have his default weapon which would be useless against these monsters. These monsters were too strong for such a weapon still not leveled up to +2 and beyond. And some of these monsters weren't even from Divine Beast Cave, Wise Owl Forest, of Shipwrecked.
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Ruby groaned as the urge persisted, her exit hole throbbed from contracting her exit hole. The churning pain continued to radiate from within and cause discomfort. Ruby had to find her way out here and fast. She didn't plan on staying here and longer and why should she? This was nothing more than a perversion of space and time to isolate her from the team.
Or was this a stupid trial? Either way it was was time to leave. Ruby was done with this place. She was done being messed with. But she could feel the instinctive need to release her pent up pressure within her bladder and urethra. If she didn't, it would be horrible flood for which she would have to endure. Ruby was a genie of great power and of great standing as King's wife. She wasn't going to allow herself to flood her pants.
She got up slowly and began moving again. However, this time she heard scraping along the ground. She stopped and looked down only to see her feet surrounded by sand. Her heart sank, filled with dread from the last encounter by a previous dune. It was slowly covering her shoes as it surrounded her feet, trying to engulf her like quick sand when you step into it. She wasn't going to let that happen again.
She jumped up to hover, and float towards the roof of the corridor. Once high enough to be out of reach, she generated a bolt of lightning, and launched it at the dune. The dune disintegrated, then reintegrated together. "Darn. This dune is stronger than the one I faced earlier. I'd better get rid of it." Ruby said. But again she was reminded by her need to go. She groaned as she kept her arms and legs close to herself.
She really had to go badly, and as time passes, the urgency grows more intense. She had to do something fast. The dune remained stationary as it waited for its prey to descend into its sand clutches. Ruby scissored her legs while in a fetal position, desperately trying to prevent a flood. Ruby had to fight off this foes and fast without wasting life points for her weapon. Then, out of the blue screeching accompanied from the darkness. Ruby turned to look behind her, immediately seeing a cave bat flying directly at her. It surrounded and harried her from every direction.
She flung her hands to show it away, but again she grabbed her crotch to prevent an accident. She had to find a place to go and fast, or else. Ruby's position is midair was starting to dwindle as she hovered up and down, trying to stay afloat but wanting to get away from the bat. The dune waited as it was only a matter of time. The bat kept flying around Ruby, looking for a place to inject its poison via a bite.
Ruby wearily put out her hand and went to generate lightning. But it didn't show much in the way of being threatening. Her focus was thinned by her need to survive but also by the signals from her urethra to take a leak. But then it occurred to her she had other items on hand. She took out a bomb nut and threw it at the dune. The dune looked perplexed for 3 seconds before it exploded to its death.
Ruby took out a gooey patch and, at the right time put it into the bats mouth. The bat, trying to bite her hands, ended up with a gooey mouth as it started to make the bat move slower and feel as though it was stuck in a gooey patch. The bat couldn't spit out the patch and couldn't bite Ruby. The bat eventually fell down, squirming like a bug thats been swatted but not killed and landing on its backside.
Ruby hovered back down and met with more bats, hornets, and an incoming sprint by a dasher. Ruby immediately attacked back with a lightning attack that caused damage but didn't stop the momentum of the dasher. She ended being pushed backwards, falling on her butt. She stiffened her body as she tried to prevent an accident, even so much as a spurt.
But that added to her urge. She quickly generated an attack again and took out the bats, hornets and the dasher. Her weapon too more ware and tear, but she still had repair powder. But she had to use it asap. She carefully got up and went in the direction opposite of the one where the monsters kept coming from. Ruby felt it was time to leave and get to the entrance doors to this dungeon. She knew that once at the next dungeon the doors close. But perhaps she could find a way to open it.
Or perhaps, find an exit. May be she should have taken the left turn after walking through those doors to this floor. But that was still far away. And she still felt thirsty. She needed water to replenish the water she sweated out. If she kept her eyes open, looked for other passages, she might find a treasure chest, one possibly with a water bottle. The heat was unbearable.
Ruby continued her long journey towards the entrance doors, despite the heat and the growing need to go. She walked as quickly as possible, despite her growing need to go, and her need for more water. Ruby felt each and every slosh and swish of her golden liquid, feeling it accumulate near the exit hole. Ruby could feel the urgency of her need to go so badly, and it's increasing intensity. Ruby occasionally stopped to pee dance and at times, squat to hold it. She knew the monsters were right behind her so she had to keep moving.
For a while, there were torches before there was pitch black darkness. And who knows what might rear its ugly head. As much as Ruby didn't want to know, but she didn't want more surprises. Using her repair powder, she proceeded to heal her weapon before generating fire element for lighting the way. Ruby could see nothing for a long while. It wasn't going to be for another few hours before she got to the entrance doors to this warped floor.
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Outside, it was dawn and most of the rubble was cleaned up. The Fairy King finally recharged most of his magic, healed the towns people, and left to go check on other villages already rebuilt, as well as Yellow Drops on the Moon. Toan and his friends stayed behind to help rebuild Norune Village. Dran seemed nervous about what was stirring inside his home. Toan couldn't help but wonder if Ruby was alright. At times, he stared at the door to Dran's cave, but he had to help the villagers of his home.
Goro saw his home still intact. And after visiting Queens, Goro deduced that since Quees was alright, perhaps this was merely an attack against them. Perhaps, it was a message sent against Toan for other villages to not get the wrong idea. The Dark Genie was out there, ready for more onslaught whenever and wherever. This wasn't good! And this attack nearly destroyed everyone like last time. Even if the Fairy King put everyone and everything into atla spheres, it would be too dangerous to put inside Divine Beast Cave.
Luckily, the Fairy King showed up this time. But next time could be different. By breakfast time and the calling of the rooster, the villagers were back on their feet. They thanked Toan for all the help, as well as giving thanks for the Fairy King, Dran, Master Utan, and the moon people. Toan wanted to help mote but his mother told him it was better they retrieve Ruby from harmsway, continue their quest to stop the Dark Genie, and save the world.
"It doesn't help to stay here watching guard while another attack happens. You'll just have to rebuild this village again. But it doesn't stop the problem." Renee said. Toan asked back "What if he attacks while I'm on the journey to destroy the Dark Genie?". Renee replied "You could never fail us. I love you and I'm proud of you. Now go. Don't return until you destroy the Genie of evil or if you need to see Dran! Go and find Ruby too!". Toan nodded in understanding. He left with Xiao, and Goro returned. They met up with Dran to figure out a way to get inside the cave.
"I don't see anyway inside the cave. My entrance is also blocked too. I wish the Fairy King or moon people had some magic to help us." Dran said. He didn’t feel confident about resolving this matter. He didnt know magic spells. But the Fairy King returned. "I have regained some of my power but not enough. Luckily, I have brought a few genies with me. (This part is not real. It never happened in the game.) One of them was a female named Tulip, while the other was male genie named Sapphire. The male was the older brother to Ruby.
"I hear my sister was trapped inside this cave. And you let this happen?". Sapphire asked. He spoke with authority and power. Toan felt a little nervous about knowing who he was. Toan knew Ruby had a temper and her brother seemed more imposing than Ruby.
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Toan understood what this male genie had just said. This was the sibling to Ruby, which as far as he could tell, was a fully fledged genie. He spoke with tact and caution so as not to anger this genie. "Ruby is your sister, and a newly acquired ally against the Dark Genie. I would never abandon anyone. But she chose to help us fight against the darkness to the east. Ruby is talented and very capable no doubt. I offered to go inside the cave with her but she chose to do it alone. I respected her choice."
Sapphire looked on intently, listening to what the human boy spoke, and of course the words chosen very carefully. "My village was celebrating being alive and well ever since it was attacked by the Dark Genie and Ruby ate with us, then went back inside the cave to finish fighting. When she is determined to do something there is no stopping her. She left while the celebration was going on when we're attacked by a horde of monsters. Dark magic was used and is still currently used to seal off the exit from anyone outside or inside the cave."
Sapphire looked at the doors to see a red glowing. He could tell powerful magic was used here. He looked back at Toan and replied. "I understand my sister has a strong sense of doing things alone but this isn't good. Your village looks ransacked and clearly there are dead monsters strewn about. But still yoy should have ............... okay you're Tulip. Let's get those doors opened. My sister's life is more important than arguing and blaming." He came to the ground with Tulip, turned towards the doors to Divine Beast Cave, and walked to them. Once at the doors, they with the Fairy King began chanting spells to remove the magic of the Dark Genie.
It wouldn't be so easy but they had to try. The Fairy King knew it wouldn't be possible by himself. Toan and his friends looked on with patience and yearning to see their friend come back. They did miss Ruby and cared about her. She was tough and no nonsense despite being beautiful and physically appealing. And she did her own work, not like some women who look pretty while doing nothing. And she was fierce and courageous, and let nothing stand in her way. She had heart and soul! But would that help in her current predicament?
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Deep inside the cave, things weren't looking better. Ruby spent the next several hours trying to stay awake and push throught the heat to get back to the starting point for this dungeon floor. Every so often a bat approached or a chest lay there, so strange a chest was there. It wasn't there before. And as usual it was a mimic monster, masquerading as a treasure chest. Wasting magic was bad but in case she couldn't use magic she needed items for her protection. She saved using her items and used magic.
Focusing on magic use was hard enough with an intense need to go that only rose to higher intensity. Ruby kept her legs tightly pressed together, walking slowly than before and only taking quick small strides. Sometimes, she had to stop and squat to lessen the urge or bob up and down with her legs double crossed. She couldn't do this as monsters could appear anywhere, anytime, and anyplace. And the ones from earlier and behind were slow moving but still saw her. They might still be on the move.
Now though, Ruby was bursting. Her urge was an incessant wave of desperation, constant and painful. Her bladder kept expanding, dumping more water into her poor tiny exit hole. It strained to construct while trying to hold back the growing weight of her liquid gold as it put more undo pressure on it. It churned and felt as if it was churning inside out. Nothing would help more than being able to empty her bladder. "I wish I was out of this place and back at Toan's house or my house in Queens."
Suddenly, she heard a rumbling noise from behind her in the distance. She turned to see only the darkness pervading the corridor behind her. She felt the rumbling approaching her, heard it growing ever more loud. Ruby kept walking forward as fast she could while trying not to have an accident. But each step she took was insufficient as her instincts screamed louder. At last, the sound heard from behind was so close she couldn't resist her instinctive urge.
Ruby jumped and hovered midair, allowing the rumbling to pass by her. When lighting the way, she saw it was not one, not two, not three but four rockanoffs. They rolled in ready to run her over, or bite her. These moving boulders almost flattened Ruby to a pancake. Luckily, she jumped out of the way in time and now in the prime position to attack to kill. But her need to go was too strong of an urge. She just couldn't bring herself to stay afloat. Ruby found herself slowly descending. One of the rockanoffs took a ready-to-sprint stance to attack her.
Ruby, whimpered as she tried to fight off her wave if desperation. If she didn't get control of the situation she was done for. She had to will herself to stay afloat in the air for her safety. She inhaled much air and began focusing on herself staying outside the reach of these monsters. Since they couldn't fly or jump, it was imperative she stay at least two feet above the ground. Ruby still descending managed to kick the nearest rockanoff in his right eye. It squealed in pain as it closed the eyelids.
The other rockanoffs didn't imaging that someone would do that. With great offense, they began glowing purple and their eyes turned a red color. Ruby knew that meant trouble. She managed to stay a foot off the ground and cause herself to ascend again. The other rockanoffs tried to attack her but it was no use. She was just too high for their reach. Ruby curled into a ball trying to hold back her gold liquid that was about to explode out of her. She carefully refocused on her urethra and contracted it again, which only caused her more pain.
Ruby was so very badly bursting and the threat of attack so near. She managed to charge her attack and strike them causing some damage. It wasn't enough and her platinum weapon, took some damage. It wasn't enough to repair it yet, but she had to be careful. She charged another ball of lightning to attack and get rid of the threats completely. The rockanoffs knew better than to stay stationary and move back. Just as she was about to attack, Ruby stopped and re-grabbed her crotch. Her wave of desperation surged again, this time it was twice as strong. She couldn't hold it back so easily as before.
The rockanoffs stood their waiting for their enemy to lower herself and be within reach for attacking. Ruby whimpered again as her need to go was becoming a nuisance. She had enough and generated an attack strong enough and launched it at the rockanoffs. They withered to nothingness, clearing the way for Ruby to come back down. But her monster troubles weren't over. A growling noise could be heard from behind. She turned around to see a dragon slowly moving towards her. Ruby got up, moving away from the threats that came.
Sadly the cave bats caught up and began harassing her. Flying from all directions, they squeaked and flapped all around her. She swatted and shewed them but to no avail. Eventually, one of them latched onto her arm and bit her. She cried out in pain as the bat began inserting its poison into. The other bats began biting her. Ruby came to the ground, one hand grabbing her crotch and wincing in pain as she tried to not have an accident.
Ruby sat there on her folded legs hunched over and trying to shew away the bats. For 30 seconds, she remained like this crying at the bats to get off. But the one bat still held on with its fangs. Eventually, Ruby managed to pull herself together, repaired her weapon, and charged a lightning attack that grew and grew, zapping all the bats and killing them. She grabbed her right hand that bled and oozed out poison too. She drank an antidote to cure her of the bat poison and kept going. She was going blind from the lack of water and exhaustion.
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Just before the yammich could get closer, a growling noise blasted through the corridor. It came from behind Ruby as it made its way. There were several red eyes laser focused on Ruby. The growling was accompanied by an emergence of a swirling fire ball that dissipated a few feet away from Ruby. The dragon was still too far away. The yammich, not even turning its right hand into a cork screw like shape, was doused with holy water. And in its central eye too. It shrieked with pain as Ruby quickly got away.
She moved with small fast steps, her hands wedged between her legs, and panting hard. She wanted to let it all out but she just couldn't wet herself here. The monsters from behind continued their pursuit, with the hornet monster increasing its speed. Hornets always moved faster than the rest of the monster pack. Ruby moved as fast as she could without causing a spurt or full-on leakage. Ruby was determined to survive dry and clean.
But the hornet was hot on her trail and catching up. The buzzing noise made by it wings slowly but steadily grew louder. Ruby knew she had to take it out befofe she was stabbed. She turned around only to see the hornet about 4 feet away, flying overhead as it prepared to inject its poison. She stepped back as the hornet went in for the kill. It missed Ruby by a foot, but attempted another fly upwards before coming downwards hornet stinger first. But Ruby managed to blind it with a holy attack. It was enough to cause it to see things in a blurred manner, come down to the ground, and close its eyes in teary pain.
The other monsters kept moving at their slow pace. They couldn't increase their speed nor their strides. Ruby continued down the corridor, passing torch after torch, moving as fast a she could. Simultaneously, she chose to switch to lightning element should the hornet catch up. Just as she came to the doors, her heart sank, her body stood still, almost allowing even a drop to escape her. The doors didn't seem to exist. It was as if it was replaced with more cave walls. She had to fight and kill all the monsters to survive, and find the key to the exit doors.
Ruby kept on going, but moving in slower and awkwardly. She had to go so badly. Her urge more intense and not subsiding. It wouldn't go away no matter how many times she contracted her tortured urethra. It couldn't go further. And her body still sweating like crazy, her vision blurring. Ruby had to find a source of water. But she heard a buzzing noise approaching from behind. She turned around, only to see a stinger coming at her. She moved backwards, being 5 inches away from where the stinger made its jab.
Ruby had enough, conjured a ball of lightning and destroyed the hornet with a charged attack. But she had to be careful not to exhaust too much on her platinum ring + 5. She didn't want to lose it. She continued down the corridor, not looking back and not stopping. For the next 15 minutes, she willed her exhausted body to keep moving until she found a way out, or a source of water. A few times she stopped to deal with her wave of desperation. The fifth time she stopped, she took 1 minute to squat down, preventing an accident. The urge was so strong and now constant, nothing she did could relieve her of this pain. "Mmmmmmfff .. mmmmmff mmff ... oh I have to pee so badly. I can't hold it much longer. If I get up I'll wet myself here and now. But if I don't move, they'll kill me. I wish I was home."
Ruby slowly got up, moved one foot at a time, and kept moving. After another 10 agonizing minutes, she could feel the heat subsiding and cool air blowing by. She heard what sounded like running water and came to a room.
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Back in dungeon floor 5, Toan and the gang continued their search for Ruby, and kicking butt just cause. But they didn't see as many enemies either. Again, they found the cave a ghost dungeon. Even Dran, who once came inside, also found nothing. He didn't see many monsters nor Ruby. Toan and the others called out to Ruby but to no avail. She wasn't here nor outside in Norune Village. "Ruby can you hear me?" Toan called out. But no one replied save for some monsters. Sapphire called out for his sister.
"Ruby it's me your older brother, and your friend Tulip. Please call out." The party kept searching for Ruby, while fighting monsters. Even Dran, using secret passages, didn't find Ruby. That is until he saw the doors to the floor 9. Dran noticed the doors glowing a purple color with black smoke emanating from the purple glow. Dran approached it carefully with a rock, touching it against the glow. But the rock was repelled backwards. Dran realized this was the work of the evil that got him.
Dran checked out floor 8, seeing everything was normal. It was only floor 9 that seemed the problem. Even the entrance way to floor 10 from floor 9 was perfect, and the doors to exit floor 9 weren't any different to the doors to enter it. He realized the problem and decided to warn Toan. Now it was narrowed down to one particular floor. He sped off via flight to find Toan. He checked each floor until floor 6. He flew around searching each room until he went down the same corridor Toan and company walked.
Toan stopped, ever glad to see Dran. "Dran, what have you found?". "Toan, I know where Ruby is. It's floor 9 of my cave. The entrance and exit doors to this floor are laced with dark magic. It's the work of the dark one." Dran have the key to exit the floor and they headed off to the floor 9 entrance doors via Dran's secret passageways. There they saw magic on the doors, working on it to open the doors. They could feel the heat emanating from within the floor. Nothing mattered more than finding Ruby.
Outside the cave, the Fairy King placed his troops within Norune, Matataki, and Queens. Toan worked hard to rebuild them, not to see it wiped out again. He figured the darkness knew what was going on and might launch another counter strike. He telepathically communicated with Master Utan and Treant to stay alert, warning Brownboo Village to stay hidden. Rando, worrying about La Saia got a bad feeling about Toan and his friends. When speaking to the subordinates of the Fairy King, he became enraged. "That Colonel. Bloodsucking parasite! Damn him!" He said.
Rando and Queens both became on guard. Rando chose to go to Norune Village.
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The dragon kept fire breathing at Ruby and the other monsters. The plumb of smoke kept growing bigger and bigger, the monsters facing oblivion, and Ruby still curled up into a ball. After another 10 seconds, the dragon stopped. Ruby remained quiet for the moment while softly moaning from her bursting to go. The fire breathing dragon kept approaching at usual slow speed to see if it's prey was killed or still alive.
The smoke plumb slowly dissipated until only Ruby was visible to it. The dragon wasn't too thrilled she was alive but it wasn't about to give up. Suddenly, a couple of rockanoffs and dashers showed up. They saw Ruby and the dragon ready to kill her. The dragon inhaled, then exhaled its puff of fire. Ruby rolled over to her right, allowing the fire ball to land a direct blow upon the rockanoffs and dashers. Since this blast was a big one, it hit the ground, producing a wave of energy that knocked them backwards.
The monsters took some damage, while Ruby stopped rolling away. She held her crotch again, keeping her body stiff from moving. One of the dashers got up to its feet and approached the dragon, who was breathing heavily from all the fire breathing. The dasher whacked the dragon which led to a fight between the dragon and the other monsters. Another dragon, a blue dragon, came marching slowly, seeingnone of its fellow dragons in trouble, began breathing ice attacks. The ice attacks struck the monsters. Only the statue dog and one yammich approaches Ruby with an intent to harm.
Ruby had to get away and recoup. Plus, she needed water. She took out a bomb, kept it hidden, until the right moment. The dragons kept fighting with the other monsters, unaware of Ruby. "What's the big idea of attacking us?" Asked one of the monsters. The dragon replied "It's not my fault you got in the way.". Once the yammich and statue dog were right above Ruby, she began the chain reaction to start the bomb going, threw it at them, and rolled away as fast as possible. Just before they exploded, she got to her feet and ran. The monsters behind her exploded to their deaths and no longer bothered Ruby or anyone again.
Meanwhile, outside the doors leading to the same floor as Ruby, the gang tried to see if the doors would open. Sapphire and Tulip could tell the doors were warped due to altering and bending the fabric or reality. But they didn't give up despite the heat. Toan and the others drank a little bit of water to stay hydrated. It didn't help if they all past out. Komacho, Toan, Goro had their wits about them and if they were to fight monsters they didn't have experience facing. But they were ready to kick butt anyway. They had to for Ruby's sake.
The genies performed their meditations, spells, and using magic-based attacks. Nothing worked so far but they had to keep trying. After about 20 minutes more, they managed to get past the magic over the door and open it. They looked on with awe as they saw the corridor in both directions, and a bunch of rockanoffs. Sapphire gestured his right hand into a fist, pointed it at the monsters, and obliterated them. Sapphire walked out into the corridor, looking both ways, deciding which way to go.
On the right was a darkness that stretched for who knows how long, and the same on the other. (Of course we know but they don't). Sapphire could feel the heat and terrible air here. He wasn't deterred but watched his water levels. He was so focused on Ruby he didn't care about the heat. Toan was just as determined to fight and search for Ruby. They had to decide which way to go. Sapphire and Toan both looked in the opposite direction and the other way, then chose their respective directions.
Sapphire wasn't about to take direction from the boy who let his sister possibly die. "I know my sister better than you do. She always turns right." Toan replied back. "I am not here to argue with you. I see tracks left by her foot prints. It clearly goes right left.". Goro agreed as he learned how to track via hunting. But Sapphire had enough. "Don't pretend to know my sister. It was trusting you people that got her in this position. If I have to go right myself so be it." Tulip intervened to put an end to the fighting. "We must not argue with these mortals. We know Ruby and they are her friends. We should work together.". But Sapphire wasn't having any of it.
Suddenly, one rockanoff and one dasher showed up. They looked bruised and beaten. They came from the left direction and possibly a skirmish. (I wonder what that could have been!). They saw the group of humans and genies, feeling every ready to leave. But Sapphire wasn't going to let them go. He destroyed them and gloated about his decision. "I told you. There are monsters that way, but going right. May be now you'll listen to me." He proceeded right along with everyone else. Goro and Toan felt he was wrong though but he was the one in charge for now.
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Rando kept traveling to Norune Village from Queens. He couldn't stand by while his friends were in danger. Especially the boss' wife Ruby. He cursed Colonel Flag. He hated the easterners for their greed and lust for power. Of course he knew of peaceful people there but the ones who caused issues made his blood boil. "I hope you're all well guys. La Saia, just wait a little longer for me. I will see you soon." He thought.
Meanwhile, back at Renee's house. She rebuilt the village along with the other villagers, worried and proud of her son. She felt worried for Ruby as she was one of Toan's friends. And of course Xiao needed her rest. The mayor of Brownboo Village still didn't have much in the way of finding any ancient manuscripts for magic like their ancestors. Matataki Village was on high alert as was Queens. Over to the east, the sun shone but not in areas covered by dark clouds and lightning. Some parts of the earth also disappeared the more east you went. The far east past the clouds also saw sunshine.
The moon people led by Osmond kept monitoring the situation.
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It had been an hour since Ruby was mauled and still alive. But now, she had been hiding behind the divider in the same room. There were monsters on the other side where the skirmish happened and the oasis exists. She danced keeping her legs pressed together, hands wedged tightly between her legs grasping for dear life, and her own torso hunched. She shook a little, trying to hold it and being too stiff. She raised her head a little, eyes closed, and lower lip bent inwards as she bit it.
Flashback: After the monsters were blown away by the bomb, the dashers and rockanoffs fought with the dragons. They were too busy being angry at each other that they chose to notice Ruby. She remained on the ground, wincing in pain trying to hold it. Her poor exit hole couldn't hold back all that liquid that kept accumulating into the tiny tube right before it. She felt wave after wave of desperation that after all the running, fighting, rolling, and being attacked made it worse. Even her near accident made it worse.
Ruby moaned and whimpered as she squirmed in her position. But she could feel herself becoming weaker and lethargic as her need to drink water grew worse. She couldn't pass out here or die. Ruby carefully got up to her feet and went over to the oasis. She filled her only water bottle with it and just as she was about to escape, another monster showed up. It was an opar. It got into position to jump on top of her. She threw a lightning gem at it, causing it to electrocute to its death and dissipate into red experience points, and a bag if money (happens in the game).
She chose to walk away, carefully, and quietly, while the dragons fought with the rockanoffs and dashers. Sadly, the opar didn't have the exit key and she couldn't leave the dungeon floor. She had to keep moving. But she had to find a place to lay low for a while before going put to fight, and possibly empty her bladder. She chose to hide behind the divider. It was safer and she has done it before. (In the game, monsters can tell you're behind the wall of a room divider, but for the story I say they can't).
Simultaneously, the dragon roared its final fire breath, knocking out the rockanoffs, dashers, and any other monsters. Except for two survivors, a rockanoff and a dasher. Ruby quickly got behind the divider as mentioned and stayed out of sight. We know their fates. Ruby got behind the divider and hid there. But before she could drink water, she stopped to hold herself. Ruby's urge to go became so bad she tried to hold it and contracted harder, but her exit hole and urethra couldn't go further while the throbbing kept feeling worse.
All she could think about was her need to go and preventing even a drop from escaping her. Hopefully, none of the creatures outside noticed her while she hid for her life. Ruby once again felt light-headed and her vision blurred. She could feel her own body temperature rise and the sweat so gross. Her clothes stuck to her and clung to her body. But as of now, the main priority was preventing a flood that threatened to soak her from the groin down.
Ruby wasn't ready to let go of her crotch for dear life. But she had to or else risk passing out from thirst. She carefully let go of her crotch, went to reach for her bottled water, and with the other hand, carefully removed the cap to the bottle. She did so bobbing up and down while scrunching her face with worry, stiffening her body to hold it.
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Every part of Ruby was against ingesting more water to satiate her thirst and keep herself alive. It wanted her to make room inside herself before adding more fluids. But she had to or else her life would be in peril. Ruby held her bottled water for a moment, breathing heavily, before drinking it all. She drank it slowly, one gulp at a time, and each gulp every 15 seconds. After the third gulp, she whimpered and grabbed her crotch with her right hand.
She spurted into her lips again, this time she was on the verge of a severe accident. This one-second jet didn't alleviate the growing pressure against the exit hole at all, only being replaced by more fluid. Perhaps, she couldn't drink all the water but she could drink half. Her body, mind, and heart protested even more now and begged her to squat for a toilet break. But she just wouldn't listen to her need to go. Her bladder made a spasm while her urethra felt as though it was going to explode. Ruby just couldn't do it anymore.
She accidentally dropped her bottled water. "Shoot!" She said, as she rushed to pick it up and hid behind a huge treasure chest. She remained still with one hand on her crotch and the other over her mouth. She stared at the corridor leading into the room while she kept her back against the chest. One of the monsters from the other side came over to see what the noise was but it saw nothing and kept moving onwards. It was a Golem, but not the one from earlier.
Ruby waited another 10 seconds in case it expected her to come out before moving over to the wall of the divider on her side of it. She looked out to see the Golem, the two dragons, and another ghost. They didn't see her, but their eyes glowed an evil ominous red color. She stepped back and remained hidden. Since then, for an hour Ruby remained there fighting her urge, looking out every so often from a safe distance, to see if they left. If the coast was clear she could keep moving.
Fast forward the 1 hour, and she looks up with a look of pleading for mercy. She wished for a way out of this, to find a place of privacy, and relieve herself. She just couldn't go inside a cave of monsters. Besides, they would smell her golden liquid and use it to track her down. Her sweat so was so bad that it was a surprise it didn't permeate the air well enough to be tracked down. She bit her lip, danced, and held herself. Ruby kept trying to hold it as tight as possible, may be even more.
But now the urge was no longer controllable, for no amount of contracting her muscle was enough. She squeezed and contracted but it wouldn't budge. She couldn't hold it anymore. The pressure was too great and painful. Ruby was frantically dancing, grabbing onto herself for dear, dear, dear life. She couldn't breathe fully due to the inward motion of her diaphragm to hold it in so vigorously. She crossed and double crossed her legs, trying to make the urge subside. Still nothing happened. She tried squatting down and putting her foot in the way. But nothing worked.
Even worse was her urge to go made even more intense thanks to the water she drank. Despite drinking half, it made its way through her body and being processed. Now it accumulated in her bladder thanks to her kidneys. She wanted more water to stay well hydrated but there wasn't much water in her bottle after dropping it. She needed more water. But where else could she get more water? There was only one oasis so far.
It was time to go or her body would give in due to fatigue or if she passed out from the heat. Ruby had to come up with a plan and fast. She thought of throwing a bunch of bombs, but that might not suffice. And she only had four. Plus, she would have to get up close and personal to do that. But the dragons would spit out fire or ice, whole the Golem would pound its fists at the ground. That wasn't feasible to risk her life. And she if she had to hold herself, then what? Ruby would be a sitting duck.
Ruby thought about attacking the Golem and dragons with her magic. But she didn't have the focus to conjure up another attack. She considered using a gooey patch but she remembered her last one was used up. She had gems but none were lightning element. They were fire, ice and wind. What could they do against a fire breathing dragon, and ice breathing dragon, and a Golem? And she had one of each. She had nothing at her disposal. And still not a single escape powder could be found.
She had four bombs left and considered using it against the Golem when he wasn't looking. But would that help. And the other dragons would certainly know she was there. But she couldn't stay behind this wall forever. She had to do something. She had to go and about to have the biggest accident of her life since she was an infant, she was tired and fatigued. Her thirst was rising and still no key to escape this dungeon floor. Ruby's mind raced all while she kept still and stiff.
Her legs double wrapped around each other, her torso hunched forward, her eyes closed, and her face expressing pain. Anxiety and panic ran rampant throughout her mind. There was no way it seemed she could leave this awful place and go find a suitable room for doing her business. Ruby considered at least destroying the Golem but that still left the two dragons outside. She needed a plan and didn't have one at the moment. She had to take a risk or wet herself and regain the focus necessary to fight back.
She had to choose now. It was her life or death. There was nothing complicated about this situation. She could wait until she wets herself or until she is found, or wet herself now and fight back. But she didn't want to give the source of this evil pleasure, nor did she want to explain why she smelled. Ruby didn't like her odds one bit. This was ridiculous and undignified. Suddenly, she squatted down to the ground fighting an unbearable urge that grew to its most pinnacle. She couldn't hold it back forever now.
Her bladder contracted So badly forcing too much against her exit hole. But her tiny urethra and exit hole didn't allow for more. She could feel it so bloated and ready to burst, the wave of desperation just nonstop pulsating. She felt the churning inside and out of her muscle for the exit hole. Ruby clenched her teeth so hard and even tried biting hard on her lower lip. But nothing helped to alleviate her situation, except going where she stood. Or she could just squat for a leak. Something had to give.
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Ruby continued to hold it with dwindling borrowed time. Ruby couldn't hold it back. She could feel her exit hole quivering and churning. It was about to burst open any moment. She still squatted down with her legs double crossed around each other. Her hands wedged in her crotch, her body stiff, and her face showing the desire to let it all out. But she stubbornly held on to not wet herself. After all, she spurted very small jets into her outer lips and about to seep onto her harem pants outside.
(FYI: I don't think Ruby has undergarments underneath). Ruby sweated so much and felt so sticky, her pants was wet with sweat, clinging to her butt and legs, her feet hot and uncomfortable in her pump shoes. Her upper strapless top filled with sweat accumulating, and her pits also sticky. Sweat beads dribbled down her forehead to her side burns, down her torso from the bottom of her top down her abdomen. Her nether region between her legs also seeing rivulets of sweat too. Sweat dripped off her face as well.
Ruby had to acquire more water for her thirst, and to escape this dungeon. It was now or never. But how was she to do this without screwing it up with just how badly she had to go? Anything could go wrong. She might miss the target, or she might drop the items she has and nearly kill herself. And what if she threw it too soon and the target (the Golem nearby her) was too far away? She had to stay focused and she wasn't completely focused.
Just then, she heard a scraping noise. Ruby remained still, looking around her, and even looking around the large chest. She saw nothing in front or behind the large chest. She saw nothing in her part of the room and nothing up ahead leading to the corridor. She looked all around her and above but saw nothing. Her nerves were rattled and anxiety came over her regarding the presence of a Dune. Outside she saw nothing where the dragons were and the Golem either. She wondered if it was an invisible dune or something else.
Outside though she heard a rumbling noise from across the room. She looked outside just a bit peeking just enough to see. It was a Chariot monster along with the Captain and a Corsair. In addition, there was an Opar and a Mask of Prajna. There was a strange armored monster as well. It was an Arthur. (The link for monsters: https://shrines.rpgclassics.com/ps2/dcloud/bestiary.shtml). It had a huge jousting weapon with it while floating above the ground. Ruby hadn't seen these before and she definitely didn't know how to kill those.
But Ruby was reminded of her predicament. She had to hold it and not wet herself. Out of the blue, she felt a presence on her shoulder. She didn't understand at first and just brushed it off instinctively before realizing that someone was behind her. She slowly turned around to see two arms and hands coming out from the large chest behind her. She was speechless and at first wasn't it didn't ring any bells. A second later the chest opened up to show one eye, tongue and teeth. Ruby's eyes widened as she realized this was a monster, and not just a monster. It was a King Mimic.
She stood there looming at the monster staring back at her. The monster growled softly at Ruby with its red eye, glowing purple aura, and Ruby feeling powerless. The King Mimic raised its hands to smack her. Ruby raised her right arm out producing a glowing lightning ball from her platinum ring. The King Mimic syared back for a few seconds while Ruby shakily kept her arm out to keep distance between herself and the chest monster. She took small steps back and sideways away from the monster.
The King Mimic went for a smack attack against her. Ruby ducked for cover, and attacked back. But the attack was too weak. The King Mimic became angrier and growled loudly for all the monsters to hear. Ruby continued to step away slowly from the King Mimic and avert its attacks. She didn't want to flinch and wet herself. The King Mimic turned towards Ruby and using its hands, dragged itself closer to Ruby. The King Mimic extended its tongue to perform a lick attack (like the pokemon lickitung). Ruby tried once more to produce a lightning attack but to no avail. She was too immobilized by her need to go. She couldn't do it.
Just as she took another step to the side, the part of the wall to her left burst into tiny pieces extending the size of the cutout of the divider. She flinched and cried out of fear for almost being attacked. Ruby almost spurted as her flinching weakened her tight control over exit hole, which now quivered even more. 2 seconds, another wave of desperation came over her and she couldn't hold it back. It didn't matter how hard she contracted it wasn't going to hold it back. She ducked for cover from the King Mimic trying to smack her again. But she stopped moving due to her need to go.
She just couldn't hold it back and her exit hole quivered. It wasn't going to hold and flinching weakened her hold. There was no way it wasn't going to buckle. A 1-second spurt jetted out and into her pants. Ruby whimpered and tried tightening her exit hole muscle. "No!". She winced and whimpered trying to not wet herself. But the spurting continued as another spurt came out followed by another spurt, and another spurt, and another spurt, and another. Each time she tried contracting her muscles which couldn't go any further. Each spurt jetted out droplets and a stream of her golden liquid, into her pants, and down her beautiful legs.
At last, she just couldn't hold it back and just finally let it all flow. Her legs pressed together and her torso hunched forward. She took a deep breath pleading for forgiveness to above for what she was about to do. She couldn't fight or stop this flood. She could only accept her wet fate. She bit her lip and loosened her muscles. And now. She was full-on peeing herself a flood. And there was no way to stop it. She was officially wetting herself in front of her enemies without any self-control. How embarrassing for her. A powerful grown adult genie is wetting herself.
A huge dark spot emerged from her crotch not covered by her hands. It traveled down her legs as rivulets, up the front, around the sides, and down to her ankles. Her ankles were flooded by a stream flowing down her legs, along with rivulets, and traveling into her pumps or down the sides of them. A couple of streams emerged and traveled off her harem pants, onto the floor or her shoes. There was a central stream between her legs that traveled down to the ground, splattered off the ground and her pumps. Inside, her legs were wetted by her piss as rivulets and droplets, all going down her legs. She could feel the uncomfortable warmth of her firehose against her beautiful legs, assaulting them with liquid waste.
She could feel every part of her legs and feet getting goosebumps and every part of her felt so disgusting. She buried her face in her hands and didn't want to be seen. She wished for all to go away and not see her like this. All her water and wine, parfait and food kept exiting her. Her pants became drenched and so too the skin on her legs. Her feet felt like they were immersed in an ocean of her piss. She couldn't speak nor move. She just couldn't. It went on for a whole 90 seconds, which felt like an eternity. It was torture for her in her mind. Her bladder and urethra were deflating, feeling relieved.
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Toan and company managed to catch up to Sapphire who had some trouble of his own. He found himself surrounded by evil bats and cave bats, assaulting him. Tulip was on the ground holding her arm. Toan could see she was poisoned. He jumped into action and swatted at them with his sword. Goro and Komacho also jumped in knowing they would be next if Sapphire was dead. Sapphire was surprised to be saved by a bunch of humans and that they would help him.
He stood there watching in awe as they fought off a bunch of master jackets and a Baron. Tulip also watched in awe as she too realized their team work. Together they were stronger and more powerful than a team of one. She understood why a team of many was better than a team of one. She could see how they rally around Toan and why Fairy King saw fit to give him the atlamillia stone. Sapphire looked on puzzled before he too understood.
He humbled himself and prepared to give apologies. Once they had finished killing the monsters, they turned back as checked on the other genies. Toan asked hie Sapphire was. He replied "I'm fine thanks to you and your friends." Toan went over to Tulip and gave her an antidote. She drank it sat there recuperating. "Thanks Toan. I see why they're looking to you and your friends to save the world." Toan's reply was to stay sitting down and regain her strength. He would continue with Goro and Komacho. Sapphire was to stay with Tulip.
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Ruby stood there waiting for her chance, holding the items she needed in her hands. Since it wasn't hot anymore, it took awhile for her harem pants to dry. She began to feel an urge to go again but it was a normal one. She scanned with her eyes as to which one had the key to exit. So far she didn't see it nor did she know which monster had it. She began to think she destroyed it earlier, starting to feel a sense of worry that she might be trapped here forever.
But then, around the waist of the Titan, was a belt with a pouch. She stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if this monster had what she needed. She realized that she might have to get a little closer in case she gets trapped by the Golem and the stone giant in the corridor. So she went behind them as they turned to follow her. Ruby didn't want to be against the wall either. After a few seconds, she got close enough to the Titan and attacked with all her items.
Her bombs and gems went off, killing the Titan. The other monsters were affected but not killed. She managed to get away from their reach, but still didn't get the key. She had to let the Golem and Stone Giant make chase after her, walking away from the key. All this would take at least 2 minutes to happen. Once they were a safe distance from the key, she would make a break for it, and escape this dungeon level once and for all.
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After a few hours, Norune Village and the other two areas already rebuilt or still rebuilding received the word lock down was over. The enemy exhausted their forces for now and nothing was coming to destroy them. Renee went outside and waited with Xiao. Rando went on the move for Norune Village, Queens began opening up and Dran remained on the exit doors for floor 9 of the cave. Everyone was still worried about Toan and friends inside Divine Beast Cave. Some thought perhaps Toan and his friends were dead. Others thought they might be trapped forever. And a few didn't know what to say. Alnet and her brother were just happy to be alive.
So far, everything was quiet and peaceful again, with the exception of certain areas in the east. Deep inside Divine Beast Cave the search party continued their trek across the long dark corridor looking for Ruby. Despite the exhaustion, they didn't give up. Ruby kept moving backwards until the enemies in front of her were far enough away from the key. She didn't like walking let alone running in her sullied clothing, but there was no choice.
Ruby made a break for it and grabbed the key. Ruby made her way past the long corridor to the room with the oasis. From there, she went over to the exit doors and inserted the key. The doors opened and now Ruby was done. She was officially out of harms way. By now she felt a normal need to go to the bathroom. And she was greeted by Dran the protector of Norune Village. "Ruby there you are! Are you al-...... pew what's that smell around you?" Ruby really didn't want to answer and just asked he could help her leave this place.
Dran said he could but some friends were also looking for her. There also went inside the cave searching throughout each floor until this one. Ruby couldn't believe they were able to make it here, and she knew they might be worried after how long its been. Dran gave some escape powder for leeaving while kept the door opened for Toan and the gang. She chose not to leave until they showed up...
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Toan and company kept walking, determined to find her no matter the cost. Suddenly, the dungeon glowed white and blinding light too. After a second, the dungeon returned to normal with the company at the room with the oasis. They looked around to see an oasis and some doorway opened. They went over to it only to see Ruby and Dran. Their eyes widened with joy, Sapphire rushed out to his sister. "Ruby! Thank God your safe ... why do you want me to keep my distance."
Ruby didn't want to say but she said a lie. "A monster spewed its saliva on my pants" They all escaped and went to the entrance to the cave. Dran cleaned up house, and stayed inside for the day. Once outside, the doors opened finally saying "hello" to the open outer world, and a date with a slingshot marble to Toan's groin. "Oof .... owwwww!" "Sorry brother!" Xiao said. Renee was so overjoyed to see everyone alright. Later that night, Ruby took a nice bath, used the toilet and got some sleep.
She began her training the next day with Sapphire and Tulip. Komacho went back to fighting with his brother Macho, Toan and company kept a look out for more monster attacks, and learned a bit from Rando. Rando was just happy to see the group in one peace. Toan and him discussed so much. Seda and the Fairy King were happy to know Toan was alive. Goro kept a watch on Matataki Village. Even the Brownboo Villagers were relieved to hear they were safe, but they still couldn't get in touch with those on the actual moon.
Ruby also made sure not to get into bladder trouble for now. As for out east ... storm clouds gathered but nothing outside the usual. The Dark Genie had the most evil grin ever. "So the genie is more resourceful than powerful. And the fact she pissed herself. Damn! Who knew she could drink so much water. I'll just possibly try it again. Just you wait genie girl. I've not yet tried you enough."
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March 26 update: (I hired an AI artist to train Emily's face, body, and clothing, and while it mostly was reproducible, we noticed that the AI couldn't quite get her top exactly the same each time, so sorry for the slight differences.)
Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating.
Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin.
And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day.
The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light.
(Emily frantically searching her home for clean panties)
Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class.
Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels.
Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet.
(Emily's best friend at school. I plan to write something about her later.)
But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that kind of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen.
When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration.
Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows.
(Sprinting down the hall, trying not to leak. Full-res version coming soon)
She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school.
Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit.
(Emily in the principal's office as he looks her up and down.)
“You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him.
(another shot with the AI getting her outfit slightly different. Again, apologies for the inconsistencies.)
A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face.
“I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words.
Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening.
(Emily splayed back on the furniture, somehow still holding it in. Full-res version coming soon)
Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament.
Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face.
Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense.
Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time.
Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder.
Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her.
“Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable.
“But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up.
“Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed.
She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water.
There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school.
She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link.
[To be continued.]
I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon!
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Edited March 27 by entainwinter
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This is a prequel of sorts. Below are the details of a dream Mr. Smith had the night before encountering Emily in her miniskirt.
Mr. Smith was a vile man, a villain, and he knew it. Somebody had to play the role of evil in the world, and he figured that he might as well indulge himself while going about it. Every day, he would inflict upon his female students an unbearable time at school. He would make them stay in their seats, regardless of the discomfort, and deny them the relief of going to the bathroom. He seemed to take pleasure in the sight of the girls shifting in their chairs, their expressions filled with anguish as they tried to fight their urges. His menacing gaze seemed to keep them rooted to their spots, as if an invisible force was pushing them down. His eyes seemed to penetrate their souls, causing their bodies to contort in pain. Mr. Smith was a tyrant, and the female students were scared to even look at him.
The boys in the class were treated differently from the girls. Mr. Smith never seemed to be unkind to them, and he would always let them go to the bathroom when they needed to. Meanwhile, the girls were still forced to remain in their seats, their faces often sweating as they desperately tried not to wet themselves. Mr. Smith’s double standard was clear, and it only made the girls more resentful of him. He seemed to take pleasure in their suffering, his cruel gaze never leaving them as they squirmed in their chairs. The boys, on the other hand, were granted more freedom, and they were allowed to move around the room and take breaks as they pleased. The contrast between the two groups was stark, and it only made the girls more aware of the unfairness of their situation.
One morning, Mr. Smith made a new rule: any girl who showed even the slightest hint of needing to go to the bathroom would be forced to strip down naked in front of the class. The boys in the class were excited about the new rule, and Mr. Smith had a smug smile on his face as he announced it. The girls were horrified at the thought of having to endure such humiliation, and the tension in the room was palpable. They had to keep their eyes glued to the ground, their faces somehow still neutral. The girls were scared and desperate, and they knew that if they didn’t obey their teacher, there would be dire consequences. Mr. Smith seemed to take pleasure in the girls’ distress, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as he watched them do their best to avoid squirming in their chairs. The girls were trapped, and they felt powerless.
The next day, Mr. Smith made a further disturbing announcement: he ordered all of the female students to drink a liter of coffee at the start of class. The girls were horrified, their hands shaking as they tried to hold the cups steady. The bitter, acidic taste of the coffee made them gag, and they had to force themselves to swallow it down. The girls were especially affected by this, as they knew their bladders would be strained from having to hold it in all day. As the morning went on, they felt like their entire bodies were about to burst. They still had to maintain their composure, avoiding any display of desperation, but their eyes were wide with fear. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, and their hands trembled as they tried to control their urge to run out of the room.
Mr. Smith was being a tyrant, as usual, by keeping a close eye on the girls. He watched them with a menacing look, his eyes darting around the room as he looked for any visible signs. The girls had been petrified, knowing that if he caught them even glancing at the door, they would be punished. When the boys had asked for the toilet, he agreed to let them go as a group to allow him more time to observe there girls. As they returned, he noticed one of the girls squirming in her seat, her face displaying a glimmer of her agony as she desperately wrestled with her urge to pee. The coffee she had been forced to drink earlier had taken its toll, and the girl was in desperate need of relief. Mr. Smith's eyes glinted with sadistic glee, and fear washed over her as she awaited his verdict.
Mr. Smith’s eyes locked onto hers, and he spoke in a cold, calculating voice. “You. Stand up.” His voice was like a hammer, and the girl felt her legs trembling as she slowly stood. He pointed a finger at her and then at the floor at the front of the classroom. She stood up and shuffled to the front, by this time very obviously holding her crotch now that she had already been caught.
“Now strip.” The girl’s eyes widened, and her stomach twisted in knots. She could feel the eyes of the entire class upon her, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. Her hands shook as she reached for the buttons of her blouse, and she had to force herself to keep them steady. Fumbling with the fabric, her fingers eventually found them, and she felt the shame rising within her as she undid them one by one. She could almost feel the stares of her classmates burning into her as she slowly peeled off her clothes. The light in the room seemed to dim as she exposed her bare skin to the air, her skin prickling with goosebumps. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her panties followed, and she felt her cheeks burn as she stood before the entire class with nothing on but her socks. As the seconds ticked by, the uncomfortable pressure in her abdomen grew. She was on the verge of losing control of her bladder, and the fear and humiliation were almost too much to bear. Tears streamed down her face as the shame and humiliation threatened to consume her. She felt her dignity about to slip away, and she stood there, naked and vulnerable, exposed and powerless.
The girl felt her heart sink even further as Mr. Smith spoke again. His voice was cold and menacing, and he pointed to his desk. “Lean back against the desk with your hands behind you,” he ordered. “And spread your legs open.” The girl felt panic wash over her as she complied, her legs quivering as she leaned back with her legs spread apart. She was exposed and vulnerable, and she desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands. Mr. Smith leaned down, his face inches from hers, and he spoke in a low, menacing voice. “I think you’re faking this need to pee,” he said. “But I can examine you from the inside to make sure. Don’t worry,” he added, “I’m only concerned with finding the truth about your bladder myself.” The girl was even more shocked when she realized what he meant. She was about to be violated in the most intimate way possible, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Mr. Smith produced his finger and slowly inserted it inside her. She felt a wave of humiliation and shame wash over her as she was entered, her entire body trembling, and tears streaming down her face as she felt her dignity slipping away. She was exposed and vulnerable, and she felt deep, primal sensations as he probed her. His finger pressed hard against her vaginal walls, searching upwards toward her bladder, and she felt her body tense up as she was masturbated. She could feel her need to pee intensifying with every passing moment as his finger inspected her insides, and her stomach churned with the fear and embarrassment of the situation. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, to take her mind away from the humiliation of the situation. But as he pressed his further and further inside her, she felt her body tense up, and her bladder spasmed back against his finger in her desperate clenching to maintain control. She felt her entire body shaking, and she knew there was no escape.
Her eyes passed over the room, taking in the shocked and horrified expressions of her female classmates. Her stomach churned with shame and embarrassment as the boys stared at her, their eyes roaming her body with an almost predatory hunger. She felt her cheeks grow hotter and hotter as she struggled to hold it in. The feeling of Mr. Smith’s finger working upward harder and harder was almost too much to bear, and she felt her entire body shaking with fear and desperation as she leaned there, exposed and powerless, her vulnerability on full display for the entire class to see. She felt degraded, and she wanted nothing more than to escape. She clenched her muscles tightly, willing herself to hold it in, praying that she wouldn’t have an accident in front of the boys. She felt her bladder bouncing against Mr. Smith’s finger, again, again, again, and again. Hot tears streamed down her face, and she knew she was powerless to stop what was about to come.
Smith's alarm clock suddenly woke him from his dream. He cursed at being awoken right before the best part of the dream could happen. He swore he would take it out on a student at his school that day… |
Hi again, this story is the follow up to Wet Student Roleplay. Once again, it probably isn't for everyone as it focuses on Pooja's fantasy so it's her husband going through most of the desperation. There is some female action later though.
Pooja’s own bladder seemed to fill more quickly as she enjoyed her helplessly desperate husband flirting with her. They were at their favourite local pub, the Thirsty Climber- it was a ten-minute walk from home, fifteen if you took the quieter streets.
It was Pooja’s twenty-eighth birthday and they had both taken the day off work, just as they had done for Julian’s thirtieth six weeks ago. As planned, they had arrived at the pub together, but Julian had remained outside for five minutes. As she had ordered her drink, Pooja had enjoyed him pacing around in his black jeans and grey sweater. After chugging two liters of water back home, he was already desperate for the urinal.
As she sipped her dirty martini whilst watching her husband repeatedly check the time on his phone, Pooja’s attention also drifted to the darkening sky. Judging by Julian’s awkward shifting, they’d be walking home pretty soon, but it would likely be dark enough by then. As she thought about what was going to happen, she grew sexually excited- her pussy was already wet and the fun hadn’t really even started yet. What a hot birthday wish she had made!
Finally, Julian had entered the noisy pub and casually took the seat next to her. He ordered a 24-ounce beer and the cheery young bartender, Emily, had the drink poured and served to him within thirty seconds. As he accepted the drink, he turned to Pooja who was eagerly watching the show.
“Hi there, I’m Julian.” He offered a handshake to the attractive Indian woman wearing a black, knee-length skirt and jungle-green blouse. She returned his handshake.
“Cheers, I’m Pooja.” She raised her half-full glass and they both sipped.
The fake small talk went on for about ten minutes as Julian gulped his way through the large drink. He was constantly shifting in his chair now. Pooja wondered how much longer it would be before he officially tried to “pick her up” and asked her to leave the bar with him. Being a proper lady, she was planning to make him wait just a little bit longer before she accepted. Pooja finished her drink and began nibbling on her lemon slice.
Remaining true to his role as an interested suiter, Julian sprung into action and called out to the bartender. “Another drink for the lady.”
Emily came over and confirmed Pooja wanted the same drink, then looked over at Julian. “How about you- another beer?”
Julian looked down at his mug- there was still a third to go and he needed to pee urgently already. He doubted he could hold on through another large beer. He snuck a peek at Pooja who smiled softly and nodded. They had been talking at the bar for nearly a half-hour now- he must truly be desperate.
“OK, sure- thanks.” Julian replied painfully and paid for the drinks.
As Emily began preparing the drinks, Pooja’s thoughts briefly returned to her own bladder. She had not been drinking anywhere near Julian’s level, but she had been sipping from her water bottle all afternoon. She hadn’t peed since they had used the toilet together after lunch.
The drinks arrived and Julian chugged the remainder of his first beer. His fist was resting on top of his shaking leg. He was fighting the urge to grab his cock through his jeans- he had to go SO badly.
“Hey, is everything ok down there?” Pooja nodded towards his crotch.
“Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” He lied. Earlier that day, Pooja had requested that Julian would be extremely shy about his need to pee.
“OK cool- thanks for the drink. Cheers!” She raised her glass, strategically forcing him to drink again. Julian realized there was no way he would be leaving the pub without finishing this drink- it was best he accomplish the deed as quickly as possible. The longer he waited, the more his bladder would fill.
“So, what do you like to see in a girl?” Pooja purred. The drunken fake conversation had progressed from career and hobbies to slightly raunchier topics.
“Mostly common hobbies, you know… nice person, stuff like that.” He was having an almost impossible time focusing on the conversation. His bladder was absolutely bursting- warning pangs were frequent and painful. He subtly pressed his fingers against the head of his penis, hoping no one at the busy pub would notice.
“Mmmm….” Pooja closed her eyes and rocked her head to the catchy rock music; it was a tell-tale sign of her drunkenness. She opened her eyes to grin at her husband. “Hobbies… like… going to the beach for a swim? Maybe hiking up a mountain and enjoying the waterfalls along the way?”
Julian opened his mouth in horror as his bladder seemed to flip inside his body. His urine seemed to reach the very tip of his penis before he was somehow to stop the squirt into his sexy red panties, a special gift from Pooja. His hand was fully clutching his penis now. He really had to get some of this beer down and ask Pooja to leave with him before he made a giant puddle right there at the bar!
Julian brought the glass to his lips and took several large gulps.
Pooja giggled. “Woahhh easy there, tiger! I can’t screw you if you’re too drunk to consent.” Julian knew from experience that she was tipsy- her dirty jokes always emerged with alcohol.
Julian was too desperate to reply. His legs quivered as he tried to maintain his dignity- he was in severe danger of wetting his pants in public. He was full-on clutching himself now, not caring if people saw- the embarrassment was merely a fraction of the humiliation he would feel if he soaked his pants.
He chugged from the mug again- it was about half-finished when he set it down. His legs scissored as he struggled to hold on for just a little while longer. Another series of gulps and the drink would be done- then he would ask his wife to leave. Maybe she would accept. He got up from the bar stool and danced next to it.
“Oh, getting up? Wanna ask me to dance? I’d love to join in on the fun!” Pooja’s grin widened as she watched him dance desperately on the spot. She also arose from her stool and leaned in close to him. She placed her cool hand on top of his, which gripped his cock.
“I would love to help you with this, too.” Pooja slurred sultrily. She was really enjoying this- the buzz from the alcohol and her steadily filling bladder was working its magic. Her man was on the verge of leaking into his panties in public and it was simply HOT.
Julien chewed his lower lip trying to drown out her naughty taunts. He was focused on two things- finishing this darn beer and keeping his jeans dry.
With beer sloshing in his tummy and piss sloshing in his bladder, he raised his mug again to gulp down as much as he could. He swallowed hard and fought off the vomit reflex successfully. The mug was down to about 1/3 left- good enough.
“Uh, Pooja?”
“Mm... hmm?” She smiled at him seductively.
“Wanna get out of here?” His bladder seemed to relax at the possibility of being granted relief soon and emitted another powerful spasm. This time, Julian couldn’t stop it and felt himself leak into his panties. He shifted his feet and crossed his legs- a few heads turned towards the sudden movement.
“Ooooh such forwardness! I love it! But… perhaps we should finish our drinks first?” She intently raised her half-full glass to her lips to sip.
Julian groaned, annoyed that his suspicions had proven correct. He really had to go- he was minutes from losing the battle. He glanced longingly at the men’s room to the right of the bar. How great it would feel to run in there, unzip, and let loose at the nearest urinal!
He paused to make sure his stomach was ok before raising the mug again. He managed to get about half of the remaining beer down before another spurt escaped his body. He danced violently in place, gripping his manhood tightly. He drew attention from all over the busy establishment as he just managed to prevent the full-on wetting accident.
With a shaking hand, Julian reached out to finally finish the damned beer. It was critical he get out of the bar NOW or his pants were as good as soaked in front of half the town. He spurted yet again but continued drinking this time- there were only a few gulps to go! Somehow he got the beer down and regained control. However, it was clear to everyone watching- this handsome young man was seconds away from pissing himself.
“OK, drink’s all done! Can we go now? PLEASE?” Julian hopped in place. In addition to being unbelievably desperate, he was feeling buzzed having downed so much beer in a short time.
“But… I’m still not done mine.” Pooja slowly raised the quarter-full cocktail glass to her lips to take yet another delicate sip.
“Please Pooja- PLEASE!” He was begging as he danced in place, with both hands. People all around were focused on the show now. They were laughing and pointing at the grown man on the verge of peeing himself in public.
“Hmmm…” Pooja pretended to consider his proposal as she sipped her drink. Her red cotton hipster panties were saturated with her natural feminine lubricant- she was so aroused that she wanted to fuck her husband right there on the pub floor.
To emphasize quickly released his hands from his crotch to reveal a large wet spot on his jeans. More warm pee spurted out before he grabbed himself again. Emily, along with several other gawkers, stared in shock at the surreal scene.
Pooja’s eyes widened upon realization of the seriousness of the matter. She chugged the remainder of her drink, grabbed her coat and purse, and hurried her husband out of the pub. Julian managed to hang on until they stormed through the glass door, but the cool night air hit him like swift kick to the bladder. He started uncontrollably peeing in his jeans and wet streaks began running down his legs.
Pooja’s own need for the toilet multiplied in the cold and she didn’t need to look back at Julian to know what was happening. Assertively, she dragged him into an alley and pushed him against a dumpster. Grateful for the semi-privacy, Julian stopped trying to hold in his pee and relaxed. He let go of his crotch and let his bladder empty forcefully into his jeans.
Pooja looked down at her husband’s steamy wet jeans for a moment before French-kissing him. As they made out, she rubbed her hand over his hot wet crotch, feeling his still-peeing cock harden instantly. As he continued peeing, some curious voices emerged behind them. Pooja quickly broke off the kiss and dragged him further down the alley.
“We gotta move- hurry!”
The rowdy group of college boys laughed and yelled obscenities at them but fortunately didn’t continue onwards in their direction.
Julian’s bladder was finally empty and the shiny wetness on his jeans was evidence of that. However, Pooja was growing more desperate each passing minute as the couple strategically made their way through quiet dark streets. They still encountered the occasional dog-walkers but briskly made their way past them. The wetness on Julian’s jeans had blended in quickly so his accident wasn’t too obvious in the dark night.
Five minutes from home, Pooja had her hand in her crotch as she walked. She was surprised how quickly her desperation had grown. She was absolutely bursting now and it was a true battle against time to get home before she peed her skirt. Unfortunately for her, her hubby’s initial humiliation had turned into a rather playful mood. As she tried to get home to sweet relief, he relentlessly grabbed her ass, tried to tickle her, even threw in a few quick spanks for good measure.
Finally, just a minute from home, he pushed her against a truck parked roadside, effectively pinning her. In her desperate state, she was unable to fight him off and continue the trek home. With his body locked against hers, she inhaled the aroma of his soiled pants. He kissed her and pressed his midsection deliberately against hers, putting pressure on her full bladder.
It was too much. Despite her grip on her pussy, she started peeing her panties. Her long-held pee soaked her skirt, their shoes, the asphalt below. A young couple walking by heard the splattering sound and gave them long stares, but Julian and Pooja simply continued mauling each other. They were far too turned on to care. Finally, Pooja finished peeing- the relief was overwhelming.
They practically ran the rest of the way home, stripping each other on the front porch before they even got the door unlocked. After a brief pause to turn on the light so they could enjoy the sight of each other’s wet panties, they rushed to their bed to add a perfect ending to an amazing birthday.
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Valerie barely understood how her bladder could be so full. She couldn’t remember the time when her bladder was distended to the point where her whole organism would howl for relief. Val shivered at the realization that relief might come in the form of her wetting herself in the elevator. Val’s heart began to thump so hard it almost broke through the envelope she was holding against her chest.
The poor young woman tried to remain calm, but her eyes were strained and worried. The discomfort of her tight jeans against her bloated bladder, the awful burning feeling in her tired sphincter – everything circled around the most terrible sensation of wanting to use the bathroom. The very thought that she might not be able to hold it frightened Valerie almost enough for her to start peeing herself right there and then.
Gritting her teeth, Valerie fought off the next wave heroically. She adjusted her long chestnut hair and straightened up, trying to behave casually. She couldn't possibly allow herself to have an accident in front of the two people standing in front of her. Luckily, the conversation between them was vivid enough and Valerie's problems have gone unnoticed so far.
- Great, there is enough power for me to see your face, otherwise I wouldn’t notice it was you. And we would not see each other for another 10 years, - said an old man and laughed heartily.
- Yes, enough power to light up your mug, too, but not enough to get this thing moving. I’m afraid I’m stuck here with you, old fart, - said a short elderly woman with a joyful booming voice, that was a bit too much for the small metal tin can.
Valerie was sweating profusely. She felt her grey tank top absorb sweat, a drop of it fell from her forehead on her unbuttoned white shirt. Her legs encased in black jeans also felt wetter than usual. Her bladder was terrorizing her more and more. She felt a sting, then another, then another with shorter and shorter intervals between jolts of pain. She was about to piss herself, and began to shiver from the thought. Val could almost feel the metal walls pushing on her, as her lower abdomen started to pulsate nervously and she had to fight the urge again... Dizzy and out of breath, Valerie bit her lip in desperation and kept clenching her muscles defiantly. She forced those panicky thoughts out of her head, bending forward slightly hoping that the slight moistness of her underwear was only sweat. She was not about to give up despite of all pain. She had to stay strong.
In the beginning of this misadventure, Val’s bladder was too full for her to ignore the fullness, but after several hours inside the elevator, it felt like her bladder was swollen, like it would burst at the seams, despite her forcing her exhausted pee-hole to work overtime. And all that because she had postponed relieving herself, sitting in the office, before grabbing documents from the courier on the ground floor. She remembered having walked past the restroom before taking the elevator down as she'd promised herself to go there right after she came back. That was before she got stuck in the elevator on her way up, before the torture has started…
- Are you OK, honey? - suddenly asked the old man, yanking Valerie out of her thoughts.
A sharp spasm overtook her body, as she trembled, unable to hide panic on her face any more. She gasped for air, almost losing herself to panic. She was barely able to feel the muscles between her legs and was terrified that she could be having an accident right then. Val looked down at her pants and saw that she’d won this battle, but a few more battles like this and the next one would be a catastrophe.
- Oh, no, no... I mean, yes, I just feel a bit dizzy, - she mumbled in response, straining her face muscles attempting to smile politely.
Her legs betrayed her and started shaking, her eyes turned into saucers, as Valerie stared at the old woman, wanting to cry for help.
- Yep, we’re all starting to get dizzy, - said the old man, - wiping sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.
“Yes, but your bladder is not about to explode in your pants”, - Valerie wanted to say, but the next wave of pain attacking her pee hole made her bite her tongue. Valerie didn’t have enough energy to pretend she was okay. She just stared emptily at the wall, crossing her legs, shaking, praying that the elevator would start moving soon.
- I’m getting dizzy at how much of an old fool you are, Albert, can’t you see that the poor girl needs help… Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? - the old woman said, putting her warm arm on Valerie’s shoulder.
- I… I need to pee. I just need to pee really badly, - she said softly her voice trailing off into a teary abyss.
- Oh, I see. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure this nightmare is about to end… There must be limits even to their incompetence…
Valerie nodded dejectedly. Despite the pulsating agony her bladder was putting her through, Valerie felt better, or maybe the woman’s voice was too convincing. Suddenly, the elevator moved, and Valerie breathed out loudly, clenching her exhausted muscles, twisting herself in knots, but not losing hope.
- See, what did I tell you? - said the woman.
The pressure inside Valerie’s agonizing bladder felt insurmountable, the pain became so acute that Val’s pee hole relented and let out and a sharp spurt of urine into her underwear. After two seconds she stopped peeing her panties, but her poor bladder still throbbed terribly making Val shake with all her body, and squint from the pain. At the age of 25 she’s just wet her underwear and her whole organism wanted her to continue. The grimace of panic appeared on her face, she felt like she was losing control over her body, and it could turn into a catastrophe in a heartbeat.
The two people had to get off two floors below Val’s office and she was happy they didn’t have to see her running to the bathroom, but still aghast with the perspective of tensing her poor muscles for two more floors. As the elevator door closed behind them, Valery started to cry. She couldn't hold it and peed out a steady five-second stream into her panties and only then managed to regain control. Her underwear was disgustingly wet now, and a small wet patch shone on her jeans. Val’s face became red at the realization that she cannot quite prevent herself from wetting herself anymore. Tears watered her eyes - she was on the verge of a wetting accident, standing there, desperately trying to hold the rest of it in. Her muscles barely even ached, they were steadily going numb…
“No, no, no!” – she shouted at the metal walls.
She couldn’t allow herself to piss her jeans in front of her future employers. She hit the 8 floor button immediately when she realized that she cannot show up like that in front of people she knew - with teary eyes and a wet patch on her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could prevent teh catastrophe.
The elevator dinged quietly, and she dashed out onto the floor right below her office where she had no business being. She ran straight down the corridor to the left having no idea where she was going, but the pain in her bladder was overwhelming and gave the girl no choice. As Val was running, she was kicking her bladder like a soccer ball, and it was just as taught, too. She ran to a waiting area in front of sombody's office - with a large sofa, an empty reception desk and a huge aquarium by the far wall. In the center of the space there lied an old cozy-looking ornamental carpet. Valery stopped in the middle of it. her heart skipped a beat when she heard voices behind her back.
- No, no, please, God, I can’t, I can’t pee now, - Valery mumbled realizing she had minutes if not seconds, before her tortured womanhood would drown in urine.
She had no choice, she understood. She could run anywhere from here, certainly not inside the office that was closed most likely... Valerie noticed there was space behind the aquarium and dashed towards it, dripping slightly over the carpet. She had no idea the how much space there was really, but had to take the chance. The slightly drunk joyful voices were growing stronger, and Valerie managed to squeeze herself between the wall and the aquarium in time and ducked, moaning from pain in her poor bladder, now forced to listen to the bubbling water.
She was standing on her knees to stay hidden and was about to burst. The poor young woman kept fighting the urge somehow, although her engorged muscles were about to give up on her. She moaned softly at another huge stream watering her thigh, dripping on the floor. She knew there was no hope of reaching bathroom in time. She would be fine at this point with just pissing her pants, but the voices were so close, Valerie understood that the people were standing on the carpet and might hear her...
- Oh, look, looks like a DHL package… Somebody dropped it…
- Yep, these couriers getting sloppier by day, I’m telling you.
Men and women on the other side of aquarium laughed and continued talking. Valerie realized there was no way out and slowely breatehd out, allowing her body to wet her jeans completely. Valerie was gasping for air, trying to to faint, her heart was thumping so loudly, the fish in the aquarium could hear it. Valery closed her mouth with her hand not to let any sound out. She relaxed her muscles and was shocked instantly by the amount of pee flooding her pants. For ten long seconds the urine was flooding her tight jeans, she could feel wetness spreading all over her butt and her right thigh, slowly seeping towards the tiled floor. There was now a small yellow puddle beneath Valerie’s right knee, and her pants were saturated. Val's panties were no obstacle to that amount of liquid, too, but the stream stopped. The people were still standing there talking.
Red with embarrassment, she managed to prevent herself from wailing, as her pained pee-hole opened uo again. She was sitting quite low, her butt was touching her heels, and she could feel her white socks starting to get wet. Her jeans darkened as she urinated a couple of seconds all over her glistening crotch. With shaky hands, she carefully unzipped her jeans and saw how awfully drenched her grey panties were. Barely managing to hold off her tears, she remembered about kleenex in her pocket - not that it would help so much - and a few seconds later placed it over the erupting fountain of yellow piss. The hissing was terribly loud, she thought, but people didn’t seem to notice because of the noise the aquarium was making. Her valve broke, her urine was rapidly flooding her jeans and the floor. She saw a dumb-looking fish starting at her and sighed louder than she wanted, maybe too loudly.
Holding her mouth with her hand tightly again, Valerie was fdrenching her jeans and the tiled floor like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans quickly became sopping wet, she watched helplessly as her pee flowed onto the floor, licking her thighs. Jittering, she was wetting herself uncontrollably as her body went limp. Hot urine was jetting out of her urethra, Val was emptying her poor distended bladder into her panties and jeans. She prayed that the people stay slightly boozed and obliovios to her accident. She was spraying yellow liquid all over the floor, flooding her sneakers. The puddle between her feet was growing fast, her tight jeans were darkening even faster. It felt like gallons of piss were streaming between her knees, making her sopping wet. She looked at her poor grey panties – the wet patch was so huge it touched the upper border. Her blouse was also touching the puddle before Val peicked it up.
- Okay, time to get back. I’ll call you and Uber, - said a loud male voice.
- Yeah, somebody should call the maintenance, the aquarium is leaking again and ruining the carpet, - said a young woman.
- Crap… Okay.
Valerie waited for a long time to come out from behind the cover. She stepped away from the wet patch on the carpet and slumped down into the sofa. Her mind went blank. Her bladder was empty. Her jeans were soaked.
She felt happy. |
This current story was inspired by a discussion that I started in another thread asking whether it was more difficult hearing men peeing loudly or women peeing loudly when you are desperate to go to the bathroom. I had been thinking of the question from the perspective of the fact that men when they stand up to pee make a lot more noise peeing into the toilet, which when you are a woman not getting to go to the bathroom is especially frustrating, but somebody brought up an interesting response that there is probably lots of loud noises in the ladies room of women peeing, toilets flushing and all of these other noises in the ladies room, and that's when I thought to myself that's actually a pretty good point it actually does get pretty loud in the ladies room!
And although I had described the sound of the ladies room before in previous stories I thought it would be interesting to do a story focusing mostly on sound, and just to make everything even more over-the-top I decided to give my character enhanced hearing, and how she has to deal with that while desperate to go to the bathroom.
Maybe this is a little bit of a personal story as well because I'm constantly told that my hearing is bad, and yet I always think I hear things that a lot of other people don't hear, so I naturally translated that into what would happen if I had enhanced hearing and how that would affect a situation in an already loud ladies room.
Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/11684.html
The Loud Echoes of the Ladies Room
"I find that one of the most frustrating things when I really have to pee is the sound of other people peeing, it just sort of triggers you to want to go to the bathroom as well," Jill said.
"I guess that must be really terrible when you are in the ladies room," Angus said. "I mean all of the sounds of flushing and peeing and faucets running, and all of those other noises of the ladies room, it must just be unbearable."
"It's worse when you hear a guy peeing loudly off in the distance when you know you can't relieve yourself as easily. But I have to admit my hearing isn't all that great, in fact I am actually going for a medical procedure that is supposed to make my hearing better, maybe even make it superior to normal human hearing."
"Well I hope your procedure goes really well, it must be terrible when you can't hear very clearly."
The next day Jill had her medical procedure done that would hopefully correct her hearing difficulties. Luckily it was a simple outpatient procedure so she would be able to go home the same day after being given a hearing test.
"You passed the test with flying colors, I would say that your hearing is now superior to that of the average human being," Dr. Lindsay said as she looked over her charts. "I can see no reason why we can't release you right now, but if you experience any problems with your ears or hearing please don't hesitate to let us know."
Jill nodded and was glad that her hearing impairment had been corrected and now she could hear like normal. In fact as she walked out into the streets for the first time everything sounded so much louder than before, as though the volume in her head had been totally at the lowest volume and now somebody had jacked it up to maximum. In fact it was a little bit jarring as she didn't like all of the loud noises that she was hearing in the background.
"Well I guess it's better than being hearing impaired," Jill said as she started walking up and down the streets drinking a really large drink as it was a warm day and she was finding herself incredibly thirsty. She was surprised at how fast she finished her giant big gulp drink when all the sudden she realized that she really needed the bathroom pretty badly but now she found herself in the park where she didn't see any sign of bathrooms.
She probably should have noticed that she heard the sound of people using hoses rather loudly in the city streets while she was walking as an indication that her bladder was gradually filling, but now that she was away from the city she looked like she was in a bathroomless void.
As Jill stood there trying to think what she should do next, that was when she suddenly heard a loud hissing noise coming from the bushes. She could understand that sound anywhere, it was the sound of liquid making impact on a tree, but it wasn't just any liquid, it was the distinctive hiss of a man peeing up against the tree trunk, but she had never heard a guy peeing that loudly before. Sure she had heard guys making a loud pee in a toilet, but just peeing up against a tree shouldn't have been so incredibly loud.
"Hey Jill," Angus said coming out from behind the bushes looking extremely relaxed and content. "How did the procedure go to correct your hearing impairment?"
"You know I think it went pretty well, maybe a little bit too well, everything sounds really loud, like I could have sworn I heard somebody taking a whiz on the tree trunk right now," Jill said as Angus began blushing until he realized that Jill seemed to be hopping from foot to foot and looking a little bit anxious.
"Hey when you've got to go you've got to go," he said trying to save face as he could hear off in the distance the sound of the river running. What he didn't realize was that Jill heard it as well, and she heard it rather loudly, much louder than he did, in fact that trickling noise of the river was driving her positively frantic.
"Yeah," Jill said pressing her legs together as discreetly as possible but making it very hard to hide the fact that she was bursting for a bathroom as she started looking around in the distance, but all she could hear was the sound of birds chirping and that river rushing into a small waterfall and crashing down.
"Is something bothering you Jill, you look like your mind is elsewhere?"
"I just thought I heard something off in the distance, you know new hearing and all," Jill said as she stood up very discreetly on tip toes as the sound of the river was making her ready to scream. She knew she had to get out of there and she had to get out of there fast, because her bladder was ready to explode! "Well anyway it was nice seeing you but I think I have someplace I really have to be right now."
Jill quickly began running off trying to get as far away from the sound of the raging crashing river that was driving her frantic, but no matter how far she got she could still hear the sound of the river running off in the distance. She continued grabbing herself and looking around hoping that she would see some sign of a bathroom, as she was positive there with a bathroom around here somewhere.
Jill continued walking and stopping every few minutes to press her knees together and grab herself discreetly. She needed a bathroom and she needed one very badly, and finally she saw her salvation in the form of the park bathrooms, but as usual there was a long line, so she reluctantly got in the end of the line and looked anxiously in front of her.
She tried her best to ignore all of the sounds around her but she could hear another woman at the water fountain, and the sound of that water pitter pattering into the fountain was driving her even more frantic than she was before. She looked over at the woman at the water fountain and was wondering why she was taking so long, and then when she finally finished up at the water fountain it looked as though the water fountain was still expelling water as she didn't turn it off.
Jill turned away from the water fountain and tried to think about something else, but the sound of all of that running water was completely unbearable, and she ran out of line, quickly got a drink so that it wouldn't look like she was just running to turn off the water fountain, and after she got a drink she turned off the water fountain and got back in line.
Now that the water fountain was turned off Jill was able to relax a little bit until another woman came and turned on the water fountain and left it running yet again. Jill didn't want to lose her place in the bathroom line again, so she just tried her best to drown out the sound of the water fountain, but it was extremely loud. She could see a couple of other women looking over at the water fountain looking rather antsy but none of them wanted to get out of line in order to turn it off.
Jill was relieved, well not literally, but getting closer to being relieved, when she finally got in the door of the ladies room only to find out it was really crowded inside. As she stood there in line she could see the women at the sinks washing their hands, and the sound of all of that running water from multiple sinks at once was even worse than the sound coming from the water fountain outside.
As Jill leaned up against the wall she realized that the walls were actually rather thin, and she could hear the men flushing the urinals and peeing into the urinals rather loudly in the men's room next door. As far as she knew probably none of the other women had hearing that was finely tuned enough to hear that, but as she heard man after man peeing into the urinal and then flush, she found herself bending at the knees, and sort of jogging in place as she tried to drown out all of the sounds of the bathroom.
But as Jill stood there in line for the bathroom she could hear noises everywhere, the sound of running sinks from both the men's and the ladies room, the sound of the men peeing into the urinals on the other side of the wall, the sound of toilets flushing again and again in front of her. And although she was far from the head of the line she could already hear the women in the stalls peeing loudly into the toilet bowl and breathing sighs of relief.
"Hey Jill, funny running into you here," Jean said as she came out of the stall looking really relieved.
"Oh hey Jean," Jill said finding herself in the awkward position of having to now socialize while trying to maintain her composure.
Jill tried her hardest to focus on what Jean was saying as she started going on about a variety of topics which Jill had to admit that she didn't find all that interesting, as she was trying hard with every ounce of her concentration to drown out the sound of toilets flushing, sinks running and people loudly peeing. What had these women been drinking so much that they sounded like they were elephants?!
"So what do you think Jill?" Jean said as Jill sort of jumped around in place trying her best to not move around too much and make it obvious that she was about ready to explode.
"Sorry I had a little bit of trouble hearing," Jill said.
Jean nodded. "Yeah it is really loud in here, you can hear all of those sinks running, all those toilets flushing, I mean I never realized how loud the ladies room was until now, it's pretty much like an echo chamber in here!"
"Yeah, I recently had surgery to correct my hearing impairment and now everything sounds louder than ever, which sometimes makes it hard to drown out all of the background noises that you normally wouldn't notice," Jill said as she wanted to put her fingers in her ears and try meditating to drown out all of the sound of peeing and flushing and sinks running.
Jean continued going on talking about a variety of topics as Jill just sort of stood there and nodded, not saying all that much, until Jean paused to start drinking some of her Gatorade, her yellow Gatorade, and watching her drink that was certainly not making Jill's situation any easier!
"Is everything okay Jill, it looks like your mind is kind of elsewhere," Jean said as she smiled because she could see that Jill really had to go pretty badly, so she simply laughed briefly and then continued going on and on now that Jill was a captive audience telling about her trip to the waterpark and to Niagara Falls, as well as how nice and relaxing it was to sit on the beach and hear the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore.
By now Jill was standing right next to the sinks as the women were washing their hands, as Jean did likewise. Jill couldn't help but notice that Jean seemed to be taking her time washing her hands very slowly, and seemed to be smiling as she continued chatting with Jill.
Finally as Jill was approaching the stalls the sound of the constant flushing and loud hissing of pee into the toilets was almost unbearable, to say nothing of the simple sounds of clothing rustling as it was being pulled down as she heard women slamming their asses down on the toilet seats. Finally she was just about next in line for the toilet as the woman in front of her started taking the loudest hissing pee that she had ever heard. The woman literally sounded like an elephant going, and she just kept on going and going and going, until finally the sound of the flush came and by the time it was her turn Jill could barely contain herself.
Jill quickly closed the door behind her, pulled down her pants and finally sat down on the toilet, and had a really loud hissing pee in the toilet as she finally stopped holding her breath and relaxed, and she seemed to pee for like what seemed like forever very loudly.
After flushing the toilet when she finally came out of the stall she could see that all of the women were looking at her, and now she found herself looking down at her feet and blushing because of all the women in the bathroom she was probably the loudest of all, and thanks to her new enhanced hearing she really noticed it, being in that stall was pretty much like being in an echo chamber.
When she finally finished washing her hands and getting out of there she breathed a sigh of relief because although she could still hear the waterfall in the running river off in the distance at least now she had finally gotten relief.
"So how has your new hearing been, do you have any problems or complaints?" Dr. Lindsay said at her follow-up appointment next week.
As Jill sat there in the office with her legs pressed tightly together, and her hands on her knees digging her fingers into them as she could hear the sound of a woman peeing and a leaky faucet in the bathroom down the hall, she simply grinned and smiled.
"No complaints here," Jill said as she tried to keep her legs from shaking, and as soon as Dr. Lindsay gave her the clear, after what seemed like an extensive delay, she ran to the bathroom and let loose as Dr. Lindsay sat there in her office and smiled to herself, as Jill wasn't the only person with enhanced hearing around there! |
This is a story about tangle and whisper from the the sonic IDW comics Tangle and whisper were camping in the woods but they both needed to pee.
Hey whisper. AHH. Oh sorry Didn't mean to startle you!" says Tangle. "Oh, um, that's okay, it's fine," whispers Whisper. "I wasn't expecting anyone else. The two go on some hikes have some dinner that they brought and we’re ready for bed Let's go over here by this tree It'll be quiet whispers Whisper. They move closer to the edge of the woods and sit on the ground, their backs against the trunk of the tree. The grass is cool beneath them and smells earthy. There's something about sitting next to tangle that makes whisper feel more relaxed than usual. And when tangle gets too warm, she can easily lean back against the bark and rest her head against the wood. Tangle seems happy to lie down beside Whisper. Tangle doesn't seem bothered by the feeling of the dead leaves and twigs under her fur. She stretches herself out across the width of the log with a sigh, closes her eyes, and falls asleep within seconds. The sun starts to set behind the mountains and Tangle squints her eyes open. She turns to whisper and sees Whisper smiling softly beside her. when whisper wakes up she remembers she needs to pee. so she sits up. and hears tangle waking up. "That was quick it’s morning already," murmurs Tangle still half asleep. She yawns and pushes her nose into whisper's face.
It have fun spending time with you says the half asleep tangle this makes whisper smile
Tangle smiles and wraps her arms around whisper. Tangle realizes she needs to pee so she shifts a bit closer to whisper. But whisper must have to use the bathroom too because she holds her tighter. She cuddles up into the warmth and whisper whispers "Let's go now" and gets ready to stand up. She doesn't know where the bathroom is so after a moment of hesitation Tangle nods and they get up
they walk slowly through the woods, holding each other's sides. Whisper wishes they could just relax but it looks like they are walking right into the center of the forest, deeper and deeper. After some time has passed, Tangle feels a bumping of her shoulder against whispers shoulder as she holds tighter clearly needing to pee hey uh whisper asks tangle Whisper looks at her hm! Um whisper do you need to go? You should really do it while you can cuz once we get farther into the woods then there won't be any trees or water around us for awhile? So if you really need to go…I'll wait for you whisper whispers uhm do you need to go first Tangle quietly says yeah whisper releases her grip on Tangle's side letting Tangle slip free and whisper lets out a small moan. Tangle looks back at whisper squeezing her legs together tangle says whisper are you gonna be ok whisper whispers I-I’m not sure tangle says we can go together if you need whisper whispers yes. ok tangle says coming back and they hold on to each others sides again and tangle puts her tail inbetween whispers legs to help her hold it after a little while of walking they finally find somewhere to relieve themselves. Aha a tree says tangle accidentally removing her tail from between whispers legs whisper let’s out small moan oh sorry tangle says putting her tail back in between her legs whisper quietly says thank you they start walking towards the tree ok so how are we gonna do this says tangle pulling whisper a little closer I don’t know whisper says quietly but please don’t move your tail I really can’t hold it tangle says don’t worry I won’t but I really need to go too so we need to figure out how were gonna do this fast wait how are we going to get off our suits tangle says ok ok we gotta figure this out holding on tighter to tangle whisper pulls out her wispon hold still she whispers and she shoots two lasers using the cyan wisp. Tangle shouts EEP as one laser shoots right i between her legs and the other shoots through whisper’s legs but misses tangle’s tail Tangle’s tail’s grip loosens causing whisper to Moan and almost leak sorry sorry say tangle but what did you do. I shot holes in our suits whisper whispers agh s-so we can pee now tangle asks. yes whisper says quietly. ok g-great are you ready tangle says yes whisper says shakily and immediately whisper started peeing and moaning loudly and tangle couldn’t pull her tail out so whisper peed right on it as her pee went through tangles tail she started peeing oh aughhh ha ha yes finally tangle exclaimed her pee coming out so hard it hit the ground and splashed onto the two’s shoes and legs both moaning and peeing just being happy to finally not have to hold it anymore they both finished and just stood there for a minute uhm tangle whisper said quietly how are we going to wipe. Oh uh ok don’t worry I got this she pulls her tail out from whispers legs and says tada gesturing to her tail. Your tail whisper questions. Yep tangle responds it’s already covered in pee I’ll just use the driest side of it. I’m sorry I just I just couldn’t control it. I know its fine you don’t need to worry about it now tangle started sliding her tail back and forth through whispers legs. T-thank you whisper says quietly for what for everything helping me get here for helping me… hold it she looks down at tangles tail and for that. Hey it no big deal tangle responds after all what are friends for if they can’t help you find a tree in the woods anyways you dry. Yes whisper whispers. Alright says tangle and she starts wiping herself she feels some of the pee on her tail on her legs ha ha that is a little wet but hey it’s fine she finishes wiping herself alright let’s go. Actually I’m kind of tired do you want to take a nap on that bench whisper quietly says sure says tangle shaking off her tail and jumping on the bench whisper walks over and curls up on the bench tangle wraps her arms around her and whisper wraps her arms around her as well and the two fall asleep both of their tails hanging of the bench blowing in the wind |
A little short i came up with starring a character that i'm pretty sure can be considered "obscure" now. I wanted to upload a story starring this character a little over a year ago and it was originally supposed to be about her traversing several fan-made levels in order to make it to a toilet. But i struggled to come up with how i wanted the levels to be like. So i ended up scrapping the story.
Recently i decided; How about i make a short with her instead? And so here we are. I hope you guys like it.
"A pipe here..." A woman said as she tapped her gamepad with her stylus.
"Place two walls over there..." She said as she swayed around and tapped the screen twice. This woman was in charge of creating the Manual for those who wished to submit their courses to the Super Mario Maker Program. This woman was known as Mashiko. or as a few people know her. Mary O.
"A few blocks for the ceiling...." She said as the tapped and slid the stylus around her gamepad. She stood on one foot and leaned down.
".....Place a door here...ah, gotta add a lock. Place the key right over there...." She said as she hoped on her other food. Exhaling while adding a door inside what she was trying to create and outside.
She looked at her gamepad and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Oh stars. Is there anything i can use here as paper?" She said her eyes hastily scanned the screen. The tapped the screen and a cloud appeared in front of her. She reached for it and felt it before letting out a whine.
"Ohhh...i guess this will have to do..." She said as she put it inside the building the had created.
*CLICK* LETS-A GO!!!!
At Last. Her level was complete! What kind of level did she create? a small level with a building with the Flag Pole just right behind it. And inside that building was a toilet. Or at least a pipe that was "supposed" to be one. She threw her gamepad to the side, jammed her hands between her thighs and ran towards the door. Running so fast her P-Meter had filled up.
.....The P-Meter that indicated she was a running at full speed. But that wasn't the only "P-Meter" on her mind right now.
"Gottagogottagogottago!!!" She whispered as she stopped in front of the door and hastily grabbed the key. She nearly dropped it, but was able to grab it before it reached the ground. The instruction woman had been holding it in all day and there wasn't a toilet around where she was able to relieve herself. Fans had made a few levels that were basically toilets. But those levels were usually filled with enemies and Mary wasn't much of a fighter. Why those running the Super Mario Maker Program didn't place a Porta Potty or two around, she didn't know. She guessed they were expecting the workers to make their own bathrooms. Which Mashiko did once she realized there was no other place she could go to take care of her needs. Or atleast not anywhere that wasn't filled with enemies.
She inserted the massive key in the keyhole and then barged into the room she had made. She closed the door and eyed the pipe that she had created as a makeshift toilet. and right next to it was a cloud that was supposed to be a toilet paper stand-in. Not the most conventional of toilets, but now was not the time to fret over such details.
She ran over the "toilet" and quickly hiked up her skirt. Yanking down both her panties and her tights. She sat on the edge of the pipe toilet. Her bladder immediately letting go without delay.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaah!......Ooohhhhh,finally~" Mary O. Moaned. A splatter could be heard inside the bowl as she emptied her overworked bladder. All her muscles relaxed after spending all those hours holding it.
"Ohh...sweet relief." She said to herself as she leaned forward and closed her eyes. There wasn't anything she could lean her back against. She looked to her side and eyed the cloud that she had placed there as toilet paper. It had a face, as did a lot of things in the world of Mario. And aspect that she always found kind of unsettling. She couldn't imagine having to pop a squat behind a bush or a hill that was constantly watching you. Thankfully that was was just a decoration and the cloud wasn't sentient. At least the hoped.
Her stream continued going strong until it eventually began to weaken. Mary looked between her legs and noticed she had filled nearly a quarter of the pipe. She hadn't connected the pipe to a sewage system. So she was pretty much peeing in an oversized bucket. Her stream eventually stopped completely. Mary bounced up and down to let a few droplets escape and then reached for the cloud. She took a piece a placed it between her legs. Her mouth twisted a little with how soft but weird it felt.
"I really need to have a word with the higher ups about this. She said as she began wiping.
3....
2...
1....
"Huh?" Mary. O said mid-wiping. She ground suddenly began shaking and the sound of a rocket taking off could be heard in the distance. Suddenly, her makeshift toilet had disappeared and Mary. O was now standing in the middle of a grass field with her panties and tights still down her knees and her hands between her legs.
Mary. O. looked around with a shocked face and saw the Undodog standing on the button that activates the Reset Rocket.
"Bad doggie!" A voice in the distance said. That voice belonged to Mario, who was donning a pair of construction overalls. Mario stopped in his tracks and his mouth went a gape. Mary's mouth also opened as she realised she was still in an awkward position. She looked at her panties and then back at Mario and the undodog. A blush crept on her face and she giggled nervously.
"....We uhh...Maybe we should make some actual toilets....T-To avoid situations like this in the future. Hehehehe...." Mary said as she hastily pulled up her panties and tights. Completely unable to make eye contact with the mustachiod man. |
"Nngh, mmph, gghgh, ah..." Pink hedgehog Amy Rose hobbled across the green landscape of the Starfall Island's Kronos Island, her bob-cut quills swaying to and fro as she twisted her head to survey her surroundings. The landscape was quite wide open, but with a lot of clutter as well, comprised of cliff faces and mountains, abandoned villages, large structures of unknown origins, grind rails and floating platforms, all blanketed in shade from a perpetually overcast sky.
Truth be told, even as she looked, Amy knew it was of little use. The specific things she was worried over were eyes, those that could see what she was about to do. Most obviously visible were the Eggman installations and their security systems, but they were all abandoned and inactive. The Koco, tiny stone creatures, were scattered everywhere, but they were so small, and blended in so well to the environment, a cursory glance would not be enough to reveal them. And finally, the most familiar concern to her: Sonic the Hedgehog was on the island with her, and he could cross the landmass at Mach 1 speed. Didn't matter how sure she was that she was "alone", he could sneak up before she knew what hit her.
"I really need to stop pushing this so far, my good fortune's bound to run out eventually." Yes, this was far from the first time Amy had found herself in this exact situation, or at least something close. Technically, nothing could have prepared her for the ghost-like state she had been stuck in since they made landfall, a result of her being partially trapped in Cyber Space that existed on these mysterious islands, but all that mattered at the moment was surprise that the lack of physical form didn't free her from physical needs. As Amy Rose had recently learned, digital beings still had to pee.
It wasn't that Amy was unfamiliar with urinating outdoors on an adventure; quite the opposite. As she ran through the harrowing obstacle courses of Neo Green Hill Zone, Ice Paradise Zone, and Ocean Base Zone, she was perfectly capable and willing to answer nature's call if those liquids came around on her. She had even done it around another, once, with Cream the Rabbit in Frog Forest. But that didn't mean she had no shame, she would only dare to go that far with a trusted friend, and strictly a female one at that. And Sonic specifically seeing her so indecent... She didn't even want to think about it.
"But there's no one here now..." As she skid to a stop near the base of a slightly sharper-than-normal incline, unprotected by any other fixtures to hide herself behind, she could at least take comfort in that, and she'd soon be "taking" a lot more. Starting with "taking" her underwear off. Lifting the flared-out hem of her red dress was the easy part, being such a short skirt, but the underpants beneath were the tricky one. It was a good thing that her dress had no length, because keeping a lot of fabric propped up and out of the way while she fumbled with the other stuff could have taken just a hair too long.
It took a little finagling, but she got her thick-gloved thumbs hooked around the tight elastic waistband of her panties, and promptly thrust down. Her pointed tail wiggled as it was allowed to move more freely, but she would never notice such a minor change when she now had to contend with the sensation of the cold, rainy air breezing past her private parts. "Brr..." A chill shot a shudder up her spine, almost instinctively causing her to reverse course and get dressed back up, but Amy Rose was not a woman who gave up easily. With steeled resolve, she made the final push down to her knees, and quickly bent them into a low-hanging squat that brought her butt down to brush against the dewy grass.
But, in a supersonic instant, the dew was washed off the grass, replaced by something far dirtier. At least, in a small impact zone. As soon as she could, Amy released her hold over her bladder and its heavy contents, allowing that pent-up urine to spray out with a force that resulted in a hard, hollow splash as it hit the ground. The dirt, already saturated with moisture from the rainfall, did not absorb the crashing pee very well, leaving it nowhere to go but collect on the surface, in a golden, foamy puddle that did no favors to the "doing her business" sounds, resulting in a very unladylike splashing.
At least, that's what it should have looked like. Amy's current state of being as a digital form did result in a different appearance, with her urine shower taking on a transparent, unstable image, much the same as her body. It was also blue-tinged, which meant the pee was a sickly green shade in the end, something only made more nauseating by its stubborn refusal to seep into the soil and go away. But perhaps that was better than the alternative. Amy couldn't touch much the way she was, with her hands phasing through whatever they brushed against, but at least she still had some corporeality. She had somewhat expected her pee, and her along with it, would just fall through the terrain, like a glitch that had popped up multiple times in the 3D Tomatopotamus games.
Aside from that, this little bout of public urination was identical to any average Amy Rose outdoor pee. Up to and including the worried glances she threw in as many directions as she could from her stationary position, keeping an eye out should the Blue Blur rush in. She even rode the same train of thought she often did whilst in this predicament. "What would I even do if he showed up? It's not like I can stop what I'm doing at the spin of a ring." She was releasing quite the healthy stream, after all.
"Mmph..." Even if she were capable of doing so, she didn't really want to pause this. As her bladder drained, flushing away the discomfort caused by holding too much of its contents, she shuddered in pleasure. "Hohhh..." Her stance wobbled, the accuracy of her pee faltered, but the power didn't let off the boost. And she wouldn't have it any other way, a smile pushing the sides of her mouth upwards, and she relaxed. "Ah," she sighed, content in her relief.
Naturally, her reserve of bodily fluids tapped out quickly, and urine began to land closer to the empty space between her red boots. In addition, without as much force to propel it from her urethra, dribbles started sticking and snaking around the folds of her "sphinx". And, finally, that annoying tail of trickle was all that was left in her, leaving nothing more than dribbles dripping directly down from her lowered rear end.
"Hah, much better," she moaned, making small thrusts of her hips to shake off the worst of the remnants. It didn't do much for her, and with nothing to wipe with, neither paper nor leaves, it would have to remain that way. "Well, it'll be wet either way." As Amy noted, with her white panties stretched out at her knees, exposed to the elements, they had been hit with a lot of falling rain, leaving the underwear damp and turning transparent. A bit of stubborn pee wouldn't make much of a difference.
Not deterred by any possible grossness, Amy jumped to standing, and wasted no time in reaching down with both hands extended. There, she used both to grab the sides of her panties, and hurriedly yanked them back into place. The garment was somewhat cold, but she shrugged it off, and just let her dress fall to cover them. "There, that takes care of that!" Twisting her waist to stretch and unstick as much as she could, at least enough to ensure a smooth range of movement, Amy nodded and skipped off. "If Sonic is going to see me again, it won't be near that puddle!"
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Amy had done her due diligence in checking her privacy before she popped a squat, but seeing as Sonic was one of her few friends without any aerial ability, the thought never crossed her mind to look upwards. As such, she missed a figure hovering in the sky, a small shape in the form of a young human girl. Though, with her pale coloration and crawling red textures across parts of her body, it was clear she was not human. She was Sage, and from her vantage point above, she had been watching Amy Rose's bathroom break since the beginning.
"Her actions are... illogical." Sage's true nature was that of an AI, developed by Dr. Ivo Robotnik, aka Dr. Eggman, and interfacing with the vast Cyber Space networks of the Starfall Islands. Given how tightly woven the material and immaterial halves of the islands were, it gave Sage the freedom of having eyes anywhere and everywhere she so desired. She had observed Amy thoroughly, and categorized her as a being ruled by sentimentality and bonds with others. Though the information recorded in Eggman's files was more scathing in its wording, the qualitative and quantitative contents matched within a margin of error.
As such, Sage's processes stalled as she attempted to rationalize why the hedgehog had so suddenly appeared to be concerned with the presence of others, as if she were hoping to avoid it. "Perhaps the unusual action she performed is the reason?" With all the data gathered through observation, Sage could run countless simulations, but as the results continued to pile up in her databanks, none provided a suitable explanation.
"Are the input variables incomplete?" Without the proper inputs, reaching a correct conclusion would be close to an impossibility. There must have been some query category she had failed to consider. "An organic process, perhaps?" That was a possibility, that Amy's actions could be explained as a result of some natural function, but it would be hard for Sage to verify. The Eggman records she had access to only contained schematics for mechanical constructs, with only small notes on the living creatures used to power his Badniks. Even her probes into the Cyber Space network, built by the Ancients that once populated these islands, gave her no clues.
"There must be no reason to understand." If her creator, the genius Dr. Eggman, had nothing on the topic, it must be because the knowledge would do her no good. "It would be preferable to focus efforts on Sonic." She had been keeping tabs on all of Sonic's actions, and he had been quickly gathering the Chaos Emeralds. It was painfully obvious that he was aiming to beat the Titan of Kronos Island, no matter how hard Giganto beat him the first time, and that reckless behavior would lead him somewhere she had to prevent.
That was when Sage had an epiphany. "Sonic himself is an unusual subject, one devoid of logic or reason. I must go outside usual parameters to understand his methods. But... how would I achieve that?" It was no simple task for a program to act beyond its code, especially without a good reason. She had to work backwards. "I must understand what caused Amy to behave unusually, so that I may better plot Sonic's actions. The two appear to have a close connection. It could be something to do with their living bodies, so I must understand that. Using the available data on animal physiology, I will run simulations to model natural functions."
Nearly as soon as she began the operation, it concluded. Multi-threaded parallel processing could work miracles. Except when they don't work as they should, as the results that came back were clearly incorrect and useless. It didn't take long for Sage to troubleshoot the core issue. "I must adjust for size and intake. Using recorded body mass to calculate fluid intake, complete. Food intake... Prior Eggman data suggests unhealthy levels of chili dog ingestion, and nothing else. Running simulation." With a larger, more complex subject being emulated, this would be a marked increase in complexity, and therefore, time required.
That was when Sage got a notification, that another of the Ancients' Chaos Emerald vaults had been breached, no doubt by Sonic. Despite her many warnings, he seemed set on being a constant pain, like a hedgehog pressed against her side, just as he was for her creator. "Placing simulation in background processes." Disappearing from her current position as a shrinking mess of visual garbage, Sage moved to once again confront the fastest thing alive.
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Sand was kicked up in tall waves as Sonic the Hedgehog ran across the desert dunes of Ares Island. He had reached this new area after an intense battle, Super Sonic vs. Giganto, in which the Emerald-enhanced erinaceinae proved himself undefeatable and handily brought the Titan down. Sage would need to take that data into consideration with the Wyvern.
"That hedgehog... He truly is a remarkable being." As the AI observed from above, additional concepts began to render out in her processors. "Perhaps he would be able to... No, but my master forbids it." Sonic was the enemy, and he could not be allowed to unleash something he had no comprehension of. That was her truth.
Though, truthfully, it wasn't her only concern. Though she swayed in the air even while still, perhaps as a result of the incompatibilities between her digital existence and the forces of this analog world, the motion only became more apparent when she pushed one stubby leg against the other, absentmindedly rubbing a knee on the opposite thigh. Enough so that she might have been chafing the skin and turning it red, if she weren't covered in red already.
The vexing part was that she had no idea why she felt the need to pivot her leg in such a fashion. She would realize what she was doing, stop, wait, yet some invisible influence would bring them closer once again, and such was the loop. "Running diagnostics. Finished. No errors reported." This was her third time through self-check protocols, and her third time receiving the green light. She just didn't believe it. Something was clearly wrong with her, that much was evident from the... "What is this sensation?" A feeling she had no concept of, bringing a level of discomfort, like the kind when running hard against bandwidth limitations. Was that it? "Data transfer, processing, memory, thermals, all within normal ranges." Clearly not, more evidence that she was totally fine. Yet Sage's left leg once again shifted closer, this time crossing across the right and pressing down.
Suddenly, a loud blast echoed across the flatlands. With full access to the system, Sage already knew what the cause was: Sonic destroying one of the island's larger Guardians, the Strider. There was no reason to be caught off-guard or surprised, but she was, and it was all due to one aspect: the sound. Distance separated Sage from the explosion, but the scale of the eruption created a loud blast that reached her with substantial force and high decibel rating.
Under ordinary circumstances, Sage would be unbothered by such a sound wave, her auditory subroutines could simply kick in and filter out the excessive volume. But, while it was a quick startup, it wasn't automatic, and the AI girl had other things on her background processes at the time that distracted her. She was quickly yanked back to reality as her sound drivers were overloaded, and she paused everything to put the limiters on, but the damage had already been done.
It would have been bad enough, if Sage had ever once before experienced what would soon follow, but the first time is always much more harrowing. Her first time experiencing this warmth, centralized around the border between her traditional human appearance and the red texture map that composed a large portion of her lower body; specifically, it was localized lower on her black dress, underneath it, where the bones of her legs came together with the mesh of her torso.
It was the temperature that concerned her. "W-what's the reason for this sudden spike? ...will it be necessary to reduce operations?" She still had important work to do for Dr. Eggman, it wouldn't do to throttle that now. She opted for a second opinion. "Thermal check, complete, within normal levels. Unknown sensation appears to be diminishing." Feeling better already, Sage could breathe easy, in a metaphorical sense. "It may have been a momentary bug. To be safe, I should log it and send it for review."
That's when the feeling countered back, with a vengeance. Everything about it was boosted; the heat was now searing, the discomfort was now agonizing, and her stoic demeanor was faltering as her little legs started shaking in the air. "Ngh..." Despite the grunting and shivering, she did at least keep her composure. Until the foreign feeling, instead of tapering off and diminishing, suddenly shot up like a rocket and hit her like a cannon.
Sage had no preconceived notion on how to respond to such a dilemma. No relevant data to access, no prior experience to draw upon, what was the proper solution? Well, apparently, she found it, as without any intent or reason, she met the horrible pain in her tummy by doubling forward, shoving her hands where her legs met her body, pressing her dress into her groin. "Ah!" And even that wasn't enough, leaving her to push even further, tensing her fingers to squeeze tightly and concentrate everything on this task, even closing her eyes to not let visuals interfere. Were she looking, she might have seen her bodily appearance glitching out, her red segments flashing over to a deep yellow color, before resetting back to its original crimson.
It was not without immense effort, but the big wave passed, and Sage was able to relax. She did so with trepidation, very slowly and ready to go back to her curled-up position for a second round, but as no ill effects presented themselves, she could only conclude that she had indeed outlasted it, whatever "it" was. Really, the fact that she knew nothing was the worst part, and the ignorance frustrated the AI. "Ugh! This cannot be allowed to continue, or it will negatively impact my mission. I must isolate the root of the problem!" She quickly devoted all her systems to testing and self-repair.
And the first thing she got was an alert that Sonic was doing his usual thing: being a pain in her egg. "Sonic has been entering and exiting Cyber Space at a frequent pace," she recounted in hushed tones, though that quiet volume wouldn't last as her thoughts progressed. "Being a rogue and illogical factor, his presence may be interfering with my network. Yes, that's a likely scenario!" Sage felt quite proud of herself for figuring that one out, and a little smile cracked on her face.
Until she was reminded how troubled she was as a result of those blind intrusions, with another surge of that mild pain hitting her abdominal region, and her moment of satisfaction fizzled out. "He must understand the consequences of his actions, immediately." That had been her goal from the moment he got here, but it was more imperative she get it done now. If only for her own convenience. Sage vanished from her current coordinates in physical space, and was instantly transported to another dimensional axis.
True to her positioning systems, when she arrived at her destination, there was Sonic. She knew her hunch about the source of her pain was correct right then, when she took note of the fact that the hedgehog had just exited Cyber Space. According to her olfactory readout, he smelled suspiciously of fish. And he wasn't ready for Sage to just be floating right there, glaring ice at him. "Woah! You know, I get that you're keeping an eye on me 'bringing about my own doom' and all that junk, but actually showing yourself this much is a little... stalker-y?"
"W-what? A stalker? No, that's not it at all!" One sentence, and Sonic had already begun to push Sage's buttons. This was something he was known to do, something that really got on Eggman's nerves, and Sage could only counteract by keeping her cool and not falling for the bait. A little challenging with her mystery ailment. "You know nothing about the forces you are dealing with. You must halt your thoughtless actions."
"Right, you keep saying. And as I keep saying, I've got friends in trouble, so you gotta give me some really good reason if you want me to consider it."
"Access denied. Data cannot be shared with an enemy."
Sonic's expression fell, like a small light of hope, that this time asking could be different, was extinguished. Even his quills seemed to go limp. "Well, it was worth asking. Man, times like this make me really miss ol' Baldy McNosehair. He was always quick to gloat about every bit of his latest scheme, and I know 'quick'."
"Baldy McNosehair?" Context was enough to tell her that this was a juvenile nickname for Dr. Eggman, but it was knowing that which irritated her far more. For a moment, she even forgot what she came here for. "You speak on matters you are blind to. You know nothing about the-"
Sonic held up a hand between the two of them. "Listen, I'm sure you'd have hours of lectures for me if you had the 'proper authorization', but if you can't tell me anything new in the here and now, I'm outta here. People to save, you know?" He began revving his legs in place, charging up a Super Peel-Out to get running.
Sage recognized that, if Sonic got started, he would be gone before she could say another letter. She had to make her point, fast, as that stinging feeling in her body peeking back at her was happy to remind her. Were her foe not standing right there, she likely would have contorted into herself to resist, just as she had done previously. But something deep in her code told her she shouldn't, and so she fought back. Nothing could stop her legs from shivering, however. "W-wait!"
Seemingly defying the laws of momentum, Sonic stopped his windup dead in its tracks and looked at the AI, expectantly but impatient. Still, he said nothing, leaving Sage to fill the conversation alone, a task she had a challenging time launching. Every time she opened her mouth, the words would hang and freeze, she'd reboot the thought and try again, but fail once more. She'd get a sound byte through occasionally, but they'd never be anything coherent. "Ah... D... It..." Sometime during this, she stopped looking at the hedgehog and would instead focus her gaze towards her feet, naturally taking special notice of their unstoppable shaking.
"Mngh!" That turned out to be a bad idea. Recognizing her symptoms, acknowledging that their root cause existed at all, doubled it, tripled it, and that was trouble. The feeling hit her so hard, like a cannon direct to her very core, every function of hers stalled. I have to do those motions again, she thought, the ones that stopped this horrible agony! I do not understand why those had an effect, but they are necessary! That hunching forward, hands between her legs, it worked, and it needed to work this time too.
But she didn't. There was some kind of block, some restraint, that prevented her from taking that action. Why? I recognize the solution, why am I unable to make use of this information? I could do so previously, I have no restrictions that would limit such autonomous actions! The only constraint against my programming is against Sonic... Is that why? Is it because Sonic is there? Just to confirm, she ran a simulation on how she would react alone. It took a while to return a conclusion, far longer than she would expect, but it did eventually report that she would not hesitate.
That answered that one, but it only raised another question. But why? Why would Sonic interfere with my basic operations? Why should his presence prevent me from taking action that has positive benefits for myself? I don't understand! And that was the crux of her frustration, the lack of the omniscient knowledge an AI integrated into a network running an archipelago was used to.
And every hole had one element in common: that hedgehog. It was he who made her freeze up, and he who brought this unpleasantness upon her. A bias was already part of her programming, but more than before, Sage understood the hatred her creator had for Sonic. She would be content to leave him to architect his own demise. If only she didn't presently need him. I am forbidden from simulating Dr. Eggman cooperating with Sonic, but I myself may do so. Even if she would prefer anything else, this was a necessary evil. "...tell me. What is it you're doing in Cyber Space?" She couldn't even look at him whilst degrading herself, even with only one eye visible from under her hair, its red pupil was glancing off to the side.
Sonic no longer looked as though he would run off, now looking up at Sage with his trademark smugness, hands on his hips and leaning in. "Oh, you're starting to be drawn in by my aura of awesomeness? Happens to everyone eventually. Even a terminal sourpuss like Shadow knows I'm the coolest-"
"Answer the question," Sage tersely interjected, firm and impatient.
"Alright, I get it," assuaging her anger with hand movements communicating he was no threat. "Really, it's nothing I haven't done before, just running through Green Hill again. I was sort of hoping you'd have some answers for me?" Again, he pushed himself a little closer to her, leaving a silence for her to fill.
Which she did, even if it wasn't with his ideal response. "I should have known better than to expect any observational acuity from you." Even if he were doing something in Cyber Space that impacted me, he wouldn't know it. "Be gone." She pointed somewhere far off in the distance, her roomy dress billowing.
But Sonic didn't leave. No, he kept looking at Sage, well past the point it was awkward. The undivided attention made Sage somewhat uncomfortable, actually, and she started drifting backwards to widen the gap. She even considered simply vanishing to get out, which would have the nice secondary benefit of allowing her to do what she needed once more. She almost went through with it, only just stopped by an unexpected inquiry. "You alright?"
That was possibly the last thing Sage expected Sonic to ask. "What?"
"You've just been acting weird. Squirming around, not looking straight at me, that weird... shy side you were showing. Did you get sick since the last time we met? Computer virus?" He smirked, clearly proud of himself for that weak joke.
"C-computer virus?" Even if she didn't know what her problem was, she knew it wasn't a virus. She could have rebuffed the suggestion, with "my antivirus protection is comprehensive and functioning properly", or even a simple "it's none of your business". But she didn't. Do not fall to his level. "I will not share data with the enemy."
Sonic shrugged. "If you insist. But if you change your mind, find me. Won't turn down some extra help. And, if you need help too, I'll listen." With a salute wave comprised of two fingers, the hedgehog nodded and ran off at the speed of sound.
Sage watched him go. He continues to think he can help, despite the many hardships already thrust upon him. And he offers to aid me, who has done nothing for him, at least in a way he can recognize. He truly will offer a hand to anyone. If only the two could... That theory was unceremoniously terminated by the block imposed upon her program. Even if it made logical sense, Sonic could not assist in freeing her master from Cyber Space.
The AI's processing power was so advanced, her computational rate was many millions of times faster than that of organic beings. As such, she had mentally gone through all that before Sonic had moved even inches from his spot. It freed up memory for the moment he actually ran off, at such speeds that, fittingly, a sonic boom erupted outwards with a powerful gust of wind. Though she existed on a plane of existence that did not fully interact with the physical one, the air currents still affected her. The low-hanging hem of her dress flew upwards.
It had only jumped halfway up her torso before Sage put a stop to the exposure with her hands, slamming the simulated fabric back down to her legs with her palms on the skirt until they collided with her thighs, sort of sliding between in their haste. And that simple slip marked the end. Even if slightly, even if only for a moment, her hands were in her crotch, just as they were whilst resisting her bothersome urges. She had never truly forgotten her pain, it was always running in the background, but it was maximized once she had been reminded of her earlier ordeal.
And this reprise played out much the same as it had the first time: hands buried in her groin, squeezing the area very tightly with her trembling little fingers, elbows splayed out and bent at her sides as she bent forward, practically rolling herself into a ball in the air. Her teeth grit and ground, with only the softest grunts and moans sneaking through. Her eyes shut, they unexpectedly began doing something they had never done before: tearing up, small globs of reflective fluid simulation growing from the inner corners and dribbling down her face. Her appearance flickered again, but instead of just her red turning gold, much of the rest of her palette did as well, even if it would inevitably return to the default.
At the deepest level, Sage was nothing more than lines of code, a sequence of binary bits dictating her every pixel and vertex. She didn't have "physical limits". Yet, this burning agony, the feeling of an apocalyptic threat sealed within that would break free if nothing was done, was unbearable. She had to do something. She needed to do something. Sage cracked. "I-it's too much!"
Truly, she had no idea what she should do, what would get rid of this awful, radiating pain. There was just a lack of data on the nature of her strife, and that made her nervous. Really nervous. Panicked, she initialized simulation after simulation on her endless possibilities, the infinite number of options, in the hopes that it would lead her to an answer. But that haste only returned error messages on every single probe, unable to run without crashing. It was only her program virtualization that saved her entire operating system from an illegal error as well.
Yet, even as everything collapsed internally, she kept looking at the portal Sonic had emerged from, that she was still hovering beside. All the Cyber Space portals on the Starfall Islands shared the same look, something akin to a large stone throne with a towering back. Sage was a small girl, in appearance at least, it would serve as quite a wall if she were to place herself directly beside it. But how would reduced visibility help me at this juncture?! She didn't have even the tiniest clue, yet even so, she found herself back there, teleported in an instant.
That wasn't the end, far from it. Sheltered from the brutal desert sun back here, Sage descended, allowing her dainty feet to touch the soft sands, though the grains weren't displaced by contact with a digital being. Even if the laws of motion said otherwise, however, she felt the opposite reaction, by way of a ripple and shudder run up and down her entire being. "Yah!" She was purposefully keeping her volume output low, but she could not have muted that shout. She thought she knew the full extent of her agony, but it had just made itself so much worse. Her hands gripping where they were could only stave off total system failure for so long, and the newfound need to rub her bent knees against one another wasn't doing much more. She was about to drop to the ground and curl up on her side as she awaited the inevitable.
So, nobody was more surprised than Sage when her hands emerged from between her legs, each balling the skirt of her dress into her clenched fists, and pulled straight up. W-what is happening?! This was not in my task queue! S-stop, stop! She had never thought about her clothing before, what it was or why she had it, but there was one thing she suddenly felt extremely strongly about: she shouldn't be exposing what was under it! Knowing the "under" was just a featureless frame, with the same corrupted crimson texture as much the rest of her body, changed her mind on nothing.
But instead of putting it down, she kept it raised, whilst lowering herself. Her feet as firmly planted as they could be without being fully corporeal, she bent her knees each to an acute angle so her backside could come within inches of the sand. She was still bent forward from earlier, but the center of balance that brought while squatting was far from stable, and her upper body straightened up. Then, her knees splayed outwards, further and further until they wouldn't spread any more, even as her heels jumped and shifted to facilitate the move.
Sage quivered; she shook so much that the texture mapping on her body couldn't keep up and began warping the image. Looking down, she was somewhat taken aback by seeing her legs at all, things she had never laid eyes on before, as she was usually oriented perfectly upright, leaving them concealed by her dress from her viewpoint. What am I doing? No probable prediction for what may follow. She made no noise, only watched with bated breath. Even though she didn't breathe.
She didn't need to wait long. "Ah!" That cute squeak she didn't even know she was capable of vocalizing was just the start. Parallel to the noise was something else, something new, something far more surprising. From that blank bodily area between her spread thighs sprouted... something, but Sage wasn't sure what. From an outsider perspective, it appeared to be like a narrow stream of water, like a tiny reproduction of one of the waterfalls on Kronos Island, shooting from her lower body in a vector laden with high inertia. Though she calculated a slight parabolic curve caused by gravity, it was still mostly a straight line, angled downwards from the outset and continuing until termination when it hit the sand.
However, though she classified the sight with "waterfall" metadata, just to have some way to file it, she simultaneously recognized that it wasn't all that accurate. Waterfalls were strictly controlled by gravity and therefore fell directly towards the earth, but hers flew far, well past her planted bare feet. The wide range and large mass of a waterfall created a mist in its descent, something Sage's did not have, though many smaller particles did diverge from the central collective in a light shower tracing the path. The auditory result of a waterfall was a deafening, never-ending crash of water against water, while the AI's creation was mostly silent in its impact against malleable sand, though there was a piercing hiss where it escaped her model.
But all of those weren't even the primary comparison between the two objects. The most glaring was that waterfalls were made of water. An obvious answer, to be sure, but one worth mentioning, because it was a real difference. Though there was some sort of fluid simulation running on this mystery ejection, the visual presentation bore no resemblance to natural liquids. It was an opaque black, decorated with many dotted red lines that moved independent of the variances in force. However, though they appeared to be unconnected, the vermilion still eventually found its way outward from her, collecting in a small pool now rising from the square of sand she hit, no longer able to sink below the surface as it had done so until this moment. Sage soon reclassified the audio metric as being much closer to a waterfall.
"Ah!" That was when it all changed. Sage had been watching her release, making note of every individual element, processor cores overclocked on determining an origin or reason for this act, but that diligent journaling met a break in the code when something changed. "Ah... ah... oohhhhhhhh..." There was no meaning behind her utterances, because she had no thoughts that could be communicated. The only thing the artificial mewls could, and did, articulate were her giving in completely to the sensation. Her legs prickled with the feeling of analog static, something that even appeared faintly visible, her pupils contracted, and her mouth hung agape. Now what is it? Why is it now causing such a violent reaction within me? And why is this so... so... That moment of lucidity soon dissipated, and she went right back to the blank, passive experience.
Her dark spray widened, splashing with a very harsh acoustic assault with twice the power and reach it once possessed. The amorphous shape it left in the sand could rise no further, and instead expanded outwards in every direction, contouring to the curves of the terrain as it changed dimensions with every push. Its reflective surface rippled in diminishing undulations from the center, where liquid-like matter met physical reality, a collision that birthed multiple droplets, rocketing upwards an impressive distance of a few inches.
Sage was no longer paying attention. Even if she wanted to, the rest of her components simply would not obey. She pulled her hands upwards to her chest, bringing along the flowing skirt of her dress clasped in their tight grip, safely guaranteeing it would not conflict with her voiding act. The resolution of her visual feed dropped significantly, something combated with an overzealous bilinear filter that made everything in her sight out-of-focus and blurry. Her head ragdolled back slowly, though still weighted against her skeleton, and was soon filled with nothing but darkness. Startled, she jolted to attention and straightened her neck, and realized what had just happened: rolling back, the top of her head clipped through the wall of the portal, and was looking at the interior.
With that shot of artificial adrenaline, Sage found herself able to think coherently once again. Overloaded... I/O bus experiencing heavy input load... Still returning no results on identifying this phenomenon, but why am I so... compatible with it? "Haahhhh..." There was no denying that everything involving the struggle brought about by her affliction had been horrible, something she had no desire to ever recreate. But this secondary phase was different. I will need further elaboration on the function of this anomaly first, however... I would not mind simulating this in the future.
It would have to be done through simulations, because the real thing was drawing to a close. The datastream tapered off quite suddenly, quickly losing steam and quieting to a trickle within seconds, and just as abruptly as it had sprouted, it halted, and all was quiet, with only the wind providing sound. The peace made it seem like nothing of the past minute had truly occurred, an illusion bolstered by the visual remnants of a red-and-black virtual puddle, nearly still without any external stimuli, beginning to dither and fade away. Soon there was nothing, not even deformation of the sand, to indicate anything was amiss.
Only Sage's memory, and the lingering relief that she was freed from this burden, kept her curious. She levitated higher, releasing her hold on her dress and allowing it to fall back into place, so she too looked completely undisturbed. Yet still, she continued to stare at the spot it had all happened on, even with nothing to stare at. "An unusual anomaly that defies explanation. Now that my functions are fully restored, I must determine the root cause. Gaps in my data could prove fatal. I cannot overlook any information that may assist my master." Determined, she set her programming to scanning and diagnostics.
Naturally, that meant she had to be interrupted right then by a view of a far-off Sonic, part of a regular check on his progress. However, instead of witnessing his usual showy and confident demeanor, she caught him in a far different state. He looked exhausted, breathing heavily, clutching his chest while dark blotches spread across his body. They kept growing larger, all the while Sonic looked closer to collapse, until the worst of it passed and began to fade away. The whole ordeal lasted less than half a minute, but while he now looked his usual self, he still acted out of sorts.
Sage, watching the whole thing, of course knew the reason for his condition. "The Cyber Corruption continues to spread, yet he presses onward." The thought lingered in her mind for a moment, though it was just a microsecond in real time, when it brought her to another network of ideas. "Interesting, the symptoms he exhibits are not unlike the ones I experienced. The pain that keeps one unable to move is something I can understand. There must be some connection between our afflictions. Still, I should ask the doctor for his view." With just the tiniest smile, born of some satisfaction at her deduction, Sage vanished from the Starfall Islands, returning to Cyber Space to meet Dr. Eggman.
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"Yes yes, you've been suffering from a memory leak."
Sage had only just mentioned something about a problem she had encountered before Eggman already told her the reason. It was good to have an answer, but Sage still found it confusing. "What?"
"Your interfacing with Cyber Space must have introduced some bugs in your code, as it's unthinkable that a genius of my caliber would allow such a rudimentary mistake..."
"Naturally."
"...but according to the logs I have on your operational efficiency, a large block of memory was used up and continued to grow. Perhaps as a result of, er, some large-scale simulation being initialized or something." Eggman reclined in the seat of his hovering Egg Mobile car, spinning his hand as he threw out the hypothetical.
"Ah!" Though it was just a random suggestion, it was enough to make Sage remember something she had forgotten about, resulting in that quiet gasp. The simulation I began upon seeing Amy Rose! I've had it running in the background this entire time! In fact, upon further analysis, the strange actions I took perfectly match Amy, down to the fluids and the way they exited. Was that the true cause? The purpose of that simulation was to understand that behavior exhibited by Amy Rose, was it necessary that I experience it myself?
"Anyway, I've just put together a patch to fix the issue, and I'm pushing it to you now." With a few strokes of his keyboard, an update was sent to the AI codebase, automatically mounting and overwriting existing files. "However..." As the progress bar filled, Eggman continued talking, but something was much different about it. He was quieter, more reserved, more hesitant and careful. "Were you okay? Did it cause you any pain?"
Sage did not need to reboot for the update process, and thus felt all the changes as they were applied. Most wouldn't make a difference without stepping through the code first, but strangely, she already found herself experiencing something different: a feeling in her chest, something tight, something radiant. She couldn't say for sure what it felt like, without a similar concept to directly compare with, but she just had this idea. Not born of calculation, just instinct. It's... warm. It's nice. "You do not need to concern yourself with my well-being. It is my duty to assist you." She considered relaying the full story of her troubles, but something illogical inside her advised her not to share that.
"Well, I am a caring creator, Orbot and Cubot can vouch for that!" Though Eggman spoke with bravado, it was shaky. With her advanced infrared vision, she could see a slight nervous blush behind his giant mustache, and his eyes darting around behind his dark glasses. And the doctor knew this, which is why he gave up the act with a sigh, and began talking normally. "I told you to run simulations and find an escape for me, but you don't have to run yourself into the ground for it. I..." He trailed off into a whisper. "I don't want to see you hurt."
That feeling in Sage's body only grew more prominent, more inescapable. But she didn't mind. She turned around, clasped her hands over that warm spot, closed her eyes, and smiled. "Yes. Thank you, dear father."
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The volcanic Chaos Island was the third island Sonic found his way to, another crash landing after breaking through Wyvern. That's where he found the captive Tails, and finally freed his best buddy. One quick exchange, and Sonic was off to find the Chaos Emeralds once more.
Good thing, too, because Tails had something of his own to attend to. Long flight to the Starfall Islands, during which he fully downed a large cup of the new mint-flavored milkshake from Meh Burger, and being stuck in his Cyber Space prison the longest, that's why his first alone moment of freedom was hands straight to his crotch, running to the nearest hunk of igneous.
"No time, no time, gotta pee pee pee," he muttered, repeating himself like he was crazy. He felt like he was going crazy with all this urine pent up in his bladder, a bladder dangerously close to exploding like the Death Egg. It felt as big as the Death Egg, too. And that was all due to an unbelievable volume of fluid waste that was burning him up and so badly needed to be released, all across whatever was in the way. That's when a quick spurt jetted out. "Gotta stop thinking about it!"
It felt like hours, but Miles Prower made it to a particularly large lump of black stone. Maybe not the biggest, on a scientific scale, but he was a small fox, it was tall enough to cover his lower body if he stood directly behind it and that was enough for this. Skidding to a stop so close that his toes almost jammed against his privacy shield, Tails removed his hands from their firm grip on his groin and pulled his penis out into the open, a quick task when one didn't wear pants, and aimed the shaft at the rock.
He didn't even get that far before his dripping member escalated to a pressure washer hose, tracing a line from between his shoes, up the wall as he hastily corrected. But, once it was properly pointed, Tails just... went. A hard, focused spray of urine gushed out, stiffening his boyhood as it rushed through his urethra and splattered against the solid wall he was making his temporary toilet, cascading down to the ashy ground, though it picked up none of the particles. In a somewhat fortunate turn, though his ability to interact with the physical world was limited, the fountain still hit the rock, but the backsplash phased right through him.
"Pheeeeeeew..." Tails could do little more than moan, relieved that he finally got to go to the bathroom. He couldn't imagine he had any chance of lasting much longer without drenching his fur. He panted heavily, his eyelids flickered between open and shut, and his twin tails twitched, at the mercy of tons of pleasure coursing through his body. He didn't need to be a genius to know he wouldn't be stopping any time soon.
So it was a bit of a problem when he caught a hint of visual distortion in the corner of his eye. "Wha?" He wanted to dismiss it, say that being trapped between worlds was making him see things, but he was a curious little guy, and he had to turn to investigate. That's how he saw a floating girl, one he had never seen before, watching him. Intently. She had no reaction to being spotted, she just kept staring. It was a little hard to tell exactly, when she only had one exposed eye to extrapolate from, but Tails eventually had to accept the hard truth: her gaze was fixated right on his junk.
"H-hey!" The two-tailed fox quickly shifted his hands to cover his privates, at least protecting his modesty around a girl, but that left him with the other problem. His pee stream sputtered once or twice, but it always went right back to full blast. "Come on, come on," Tails whispered to his penis, but his pleading fell on deaf ears, and his public urination would continue unabated.
"No way, I can't believe this..." He was so embarrassed, he just wanted to die. Even if he was a boy, he knew he shouldn't be doing his business outside, and he had been caught so compromised. By a girl, no less, and he couldn't even have the decency to stop his lewd behavior. All the while, she kept looking, content to just be an observer. With a crimson blush under his whiskers, Tails looked far in the opposite direction, wanting to pretend none of this was real. Still, in some attempt to be at least a little polite, given the circumstances, he tried to start a conversation. "U-um, I'm really, really sorry you had to see this... But what are you doing here?"
He was somewhat surprised that she was quick to answer, and did so thoroughly. "I must learn more, I must understand what it is you are doing. There are holes in my data on the subject, ones that have only grown larger upon finding you. You are doing this whilst standing, an unprecedented development. I am also still unfamiliar with why organic beings would accumulate a buildup of garbage data that requires expelling. As such, I must observe."
"O-oh..." He had every right to tell her off, say that she shouldn't watch someone answering nature's call, but given that he wasn't exactly innocent here, he didn't have the heart to be mean and deny her. He could only hold his tongue and cover what he could, what he needed to, so this strange girl could do her research and find her answers. All the while, Tails kept peeing hard from a bottomless well. |
Hi Omo Lovers: If you love absolute nail biting desperation, putting our heroine to stretch her lmits, the this story is for you.
Presenting to you all: Poonam, a famous and bold actress from India.
Prologue:
Poonam came home drunk and exhausted after a long day at work and the bladder burst cotnest with her friends which she won by a significant margin. Without bothering to go the bathroom she eagerly fell into bed, ready for a good night's sleep. However, her bladder had other ideas. It was full to the brim, and she could feel the pressure building. She tried to ignore it, thinking that she could hold on until morning, but her bladder had different plans.
As she drifted off to sleep, Poonam found herself in a strange dream. She was walking through a maze, desperately searching for a bathroom. Every door she opened led to another dead end, and she could feel her need to pee growing more and more urgent. It was like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. In her dream, Poonam was frantically searching for a bathroom, but in reality, she was tossing and turning in her bed. She was in a constant state of discomfort, and every movement she made only seemed to make it worse. She could feel the pressure building inside her, and she knew that she couldn't hold on for much longer.
In the dream, Poonam finally stumbled upon a bathroom, but it was occupied. She banged on the door, begging the person inside to hurry up, but they refused to budge. In reality, Poonam was still tossing and turning, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She was getting desperate, and she knew that she had to find a way to relieve herself soon.
As the dream continued, Poonam's desperation grew more intense. She was running through the maze now, trying to find a bathroom before it was too late. But in reality, she was still in bed, squirming and wriggling as she tried to find a comfortable position. She could feel herself starting to leak, and she knew that she had to do something quickly. And that’s when she woke up.
The fateful morning:
Poonam was a name that echoed through the Indian film industry. Her bold and exhibitionist nature had made her a darling of the tabloids. Her sultry looks and unapologetic admission of going under the knife to gain massive boobs, had only added to her fame. But beneath all of that, she was a gifted actress, and her big break was finally within reach. She had landed an audition for the lead role in an indie film that was highly anticipated, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.
The day of the audition was supposed to be the biggest day of Poonam's life. She had set her alarm for 7 am to give herself plenty of time to prepare for the audition at 10 am. But when she woke up, she realized that she had overslept. Her heart raced as she looked at the clock, realizing that it was already 9 am. Panic set in as she jumped out of bed, frantically trying to gather her thoughts and get ready as quickly as possible.
As she rushed to get dressed, Poonam felt an intense urge to empty her bladder. Her body had been religiously containing all the water and beer she had been chugging from the previous evening, and now it was screaming for release. Any other girl would already be sitting on the toilet emptying herself but being in showbiz, she was used to being desperate all the time. She decided that her bladder needed to keep the piss in. Besides, she didn't have time to stop and take care of it.
Poonam stood in front of her full-length mirror, sweating profusely and one hand nursing her little bladder bulge. Her outfit for the day was a dangerously low cut top and extremely tight leather pants, coupled with stilettos. But as luck would have it, she struggled to put them on. Thanks to her nagging bladder and her slight gain in weight. She had been trying for what felt like an eternity, but they just wouldn't budge past her thighs. She had been determined to wear them to the audition to impress everyone, but now she was regretting her decision.
Poonam took a deep breath and pulled with all her might; her face contorted with effort. She was grateful that she was alone in her room, as she didn't want anyone to witness her embarrassing struggle. She tried to wiggle them up inch by inch, but it seemed like the pants had a life of their own and were fighting back against her. She took a break to cool down and clench her muscles, but the pants seemed to have grown tighter in the meantime. She hopped around the room, trying to loosen them up, but it only made things worse. The leather pants seemed to be mocking her, as if saying, "Ha! You thought you could wear us? Think again!"
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Poonam managed to wiggle into the pants, but they were so tight that she couldn't even bend over to pick up her phone. Once she buttoned them up, her urge to pee shot up twice. She had to waddle around the room, trying to stretch them out, but it only made her look like a penguin trying to dance. She sighed and accepted her fate, knowing that she was going to have to spend the entire evening in these unforgiving leather pants. Right now, the audition was the priority. Peeing can wait for some other convenient time.
Poonam ran out of the door, her heart racing, fuelled by her passion for acting and the fear of missing out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As she arrived at the audition, Poonam was breathless and sweating profusely. Her nerves were shot, but she tried to compose herself. When she was called in to start the audition, Poonam knew that she had to give it her all, despite her physical discomfort. For the next hour, she clenched her muscles hard and poured everything she had into the audition. She delivered her lines with conviction, showing her range as an actress, and leaving it all on the stage. But all the while, she was fighting an intense urge to pee that was threatening to overwhelm her.
Her tight leather pants and stilettos were making things even worse. The sharp stilettos were biting into her flesh, making it difficult for her to stand still. Her bladder was screaming for release, and she could feel the wetness spreading through her pants. But she gritted her teeth, determined not to let it show. The tension in the room was palpable as Poonam struggled to maintain her composure. Every second felt like an eternity, and she could feel the sweat running down her back. Her breathing was laboured, and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. It was a battle of wills, and Poonam refused to be defeated.
After an exhausting and gruelling afternoon of auditioning, Poonam stumbled out of the room, her legs weak and her bladder on the brink of explosion. She had never felt such desperation before and was practically hallucinating about floating toilet bowls. Her phone buzzed, reminding her of her flight in just one hour. With a sense of urgency, she hailed a cab, determined not to waste any more time.
The flight:
As the cab sped towards the airport, Poonam's discomfort grew more intense. She fought to maintain her composure, doing kegels non-stop to hold back the flood. But the pressure in her abdomen was becoming unbearable, and she could feel sweat pouring down her forehead. She rushed through check-in and security, but her distress only continued to mount. By the time she boarded the plane, Poonam was on the verge of tears. She was so uncomfortable that she could hardly comprehend how to put on the seat belt. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of the successful audition she had just completed, but all she could think about was the desperate need to use the bathroom. The plane took off, and Poonam's discomfort only intensified. She shifted in her seat, trying to find relief, but nothing seemed to help. She watched a movie, listened to music, but her mind was consumed with the pain in her abdomen.
A few soft drinks and 2 painfully slow hours later, the captain announced that they were approaching their destination, Poonam felt a surge of relief. Throughout the flight the seat belt signed remained on – perhaps the pilot forgot to turn them off. Poonam knew she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom until they landed. She was going to burst. When the plane touched down, Poonam was the first to disembark. The bathrooms at the airport were across the long hall of luggage conveyors but they were closed due to cleaning. She had no choice but to hurry to the waiting cab. Her three-hour journey was without any restroom stops, and the discomfort only got worse.
No amount of distraction could take her mind off from her all-consuming need. She begged the driver to stop at a rest stop, but he refused, and Poonam felt like she was going to have a medical emergency. In desperation, Poonam pleaded with the driver again to find a bathroom, but there was nothing for miles. As the pressure built inside her, her body tensed up, and she felt like she was going to collapse. It was the most intense discomfort she had ever experienced, and she knew that she was running out of her capacity.
28 hours had passed since she last used the toilet. Given her hectic schedule she restricted herself to one or max two pees a day. These were uncharted waters for her. The anxiety was overwhelming, and Poonam was starting to panic.
The photoshoot:
Poonam never thought that being an actress could be so painful. She was currently shooting an overnight ad campaign, and her stylist had chosen the tightest, most constrictive rubber catsuit she had ever worn. It was like wearing a second skin that was crushing her bulging bladder. And to make matters worse, she had made a grave mistake: drinking a massive bottle of water on her way to the shoot, thanks to the hot weather. At first, she kept repeating to herself that she was strong and apply “Mind over matter” concept. But as the hours passed by, her bladder grew fuller and fuller, and her discomfort reached unimaginable heights. She was sweating bullets, her eyes darting around the set, looking for a way out, but there was none. Her stomach was rumbling, and her bladder was on the brink of exploding. She knew that she was in trouble.
The director called for another take, and Poonam gritted her teeth. She tried to concentrate on the shoot, but all she could think of was her the brewing pressure between her legs. She was doing a photo shoot on a yacht, and the water around her was mocking her. She felt like screaming, but instead, she just posed, holding her breath, and praying for the shoot to be over soon.
But the shoot didn't end anytime soon. The director kept calling for more and more takes, and Poonam felt like she was dying. Every time she moved; she felt a new wave of pressure hitting her bladder. She couldn't even think straight anymore. Her body was on autopilot, and her mind was consumed with a single thought: “bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.”
Hours passed, and the sun started to rise. The shoot finally ended, and Poonam was allowed to leave. She stumbled off the yacht, her legs shaking, and her eyes glazed. She was so desperate to relieve herself that she didn't care about anything else. 38 hours and nearly 2 litres of piss being pumped into her bladder Poonam needed help, and fast. But her nightmare was far from over.
As Poonam stumbled off the set, the next reminder on her phone told her that to rush to a shopping mall for the launch of a famous perfume line, and the journey was going to take another two hours. Poonam regretted all the juices she had consumed during the night and the short breakfast break earlier. Due to paucity of time, she chose to continue wearing the tight rubber catsuit. It only added to her misery. She was now in excruciating pain, and she struggled to keep a straight face.
The Mall Visit:
Once she reached the mall, Poonam longingly looked at the door of the washrooms. But the frenzy of the crowd meant that the washrooms were off limits. Poonam's heart sank once again. She didn't know how much longer she could go without using the restroom. As she launched her perfume line and posed for photos, Poonam knew that she had to find a way to escape and use the bathroom. Her discomfort had turned into agony, and she was on the verge of collapsing from the intense pressure building up inside her. She tried to take deep breaths and stay calm, but with more and more pee gushing into her bladder the tightness of her costume increased. It was becoming increasingly difficult to sit, breathe or do anything normally. The urge to relieve herself was becoming unbearable, and she felt like she was going to explode.
Poonam whispered to her assistant and begged her to find a restroom as soon as possible, but due to security reasons, she was not allowed to leave her designated schedule or place. Her frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. Every step that she took to move sloshed the bowling ball sized bladder inside her. As the day wore on, Poonam's bladder continued to swell. The only difference being that nobody was able to see underneath the flat corset like structure of the catsuit lied a severely compressed bladder.
To add to her misery, Poonam now had to have lunch with the sponsors and the magazine guys. They were taken to a posh restaurant. She was sweating profusely, but it wasn't the heat that was causing her discomfort. It was the tight and constrictive outfit she was wearing, coupled with an extremely full bladder that made her feel like she was about to burst at any moment. To make matters worse, she had just finished eating an extremely hot and spicy lunch. She thought the water would help cool her off, but now she regretted it. Her bladder was already begging for relief, and the copious amounts of water she drank were only making it worse.
Poonam tried to distract herself from the discomfort by focusing on conversating with others around the table, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She shifted in her tight outfit, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was impossible. She felt like she was wearing a straitjacket that was slowly crushing her bladder. The photographers kept calling out instructions to hold the glass of wine or pose in a certain manner, turn her head and what not. But Poonam could barely concentrate. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of finding a bathroom. She tried to hold it in, but her body was beginning to rebel. Every move she made felt like a ticking time bomb. She felt beads of sweat pouring down her forehead and trickling down her back. She was a hot mess.
The lunch seemed to drag on for an eternity, and Poonam was becoming increasingly fidgety. She tried to subtly signal to her assistant that she was in dire need of a bathroom break, but she was too focused on eating lunch herself. When she tried to excuse herself, but her security team told her that it wasn't safe to leave without them. Poonam's frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. She felt trapped and helpless, and her body was now profusely sweating. She was nearing the end of her tether.
The Fashion Show:
Poonam knew that she couldn't go on like this for much longer but her damned schedule was packed to the brim. In next two hours she found herself in an even more elaborate setting, a judge of a fashion show. She was at the front row and her task was to carefully examine each model as they walked down the runway. The clothes were stunning, and the models looked effortlessly chic, but Poonam couldn't focus on anything other than her own discomfort.
She tried to shift in her seat, hoping to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. Every movement kept worsening her desperation somehow. Her vagina lips quivered non-stop, and legs were crossed tightly, her hands were fidgeting in her lap, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. She was in agony, but she couldn't let anyone know. After all, she was the judge of the fashion show, and she needed to maintain her composure.
As the next model walked out onto the runway, Poonam's focus shifted from the clothes to her own bodily functions. She could feel her bladder screaming for release, and she knew that she couldn't hold it in any longer. She shifted in her seat once more, trying to find a way to relieve the pressure without anyone noticing. But it was no use. The urge was too strong, and she was too embarrassed to ask for a break.
Time simply refused to pass but Poonam's desperation kept on increasing. She could not comprehend how was she still getting more frantic. She was sweating profusely now, felt the dampness spreading down her back. The heat and sweat inside her rubber catsuit was making her thirsty so, she had to keep chugging water to cool herself off. It was a vicious cycle. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out, but there was no escape.
3 excruciatingly slow hours later, the last model walked down the runway, and the show was over. Poonam jumped up from her seat, almost knocking over her chair in the process. However, an escape was not happening yet. As she heard her name being called, Poonam took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. She plastered a smile on her face and started to speak, but her mind was racing. All she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She had not gone for over 42 hours now and her bladder was relentlessly trying to push all the pee out of her body. But for now, with all eyes of her, Poonam had to suffer in silence.
She fumbled to open the envelopes and make sense of the forms and cards handed over to her. Over a minute or two of awkward silence on the mic, she started to read out the names of the runners-up with a shaky voice. Poonam's bladder began to spasm. She shifted from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief. But it was no use. She was at the verge of exploding.
Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Poonam read out the name of the winner, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But all Poonam could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She tried to hurry offstage, but the photographers wanted a few more shots. She smiled for the cameras, but inside, she was in agony. Her otherwise flamboyant style of seductive poses was replaced by schoolgirl like poses. Her hands were firmly placed on her bladder as if carrying its load and lips were permanently pursed. The vein on her forehead was bulging out with the strain of holding back the flood. She cursed herself for getting into this situation.
As soon as the last pap clicked the photo she rushed out of the room, her hand pressed tightly against her crotch. She could almost see the light from heavens when the show was over. She prayed for a toilet to pop out magically. It was sheer luck or as-if the gods listened to her prayers, her eyes finally fell on the door ladies toilet shining at a distance. She started taking baby steps towards it with bated breath. Her vagina was burning with the pee trying to explode out.
The Interview:
Poonam’s hand almost reached the handle of the door just when her assistant caught hold of her and pulled her away from the toilet. She yelled at the assistant, but the latter stood her ground. There was simply no time for a bathroom break. And given the tight contraption of the rubber costume, Poonam would require at least an hour to get in and out of the suit, followed by the touch up of makeup. Plus the media would ridicule her and make memes out of her visit to the toilets. They absolutely needed to leave immediately for the interview with FMH magazine. Fame before everything else – Poonam’s assistant quoted her.
Poonam's heart sank. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, and the thought of enduring another event without relief was unbearable. But an hour later, she was on the stage with a well-known host surrounded by lights and cameras. As the interview began, Poonam sat down in a chair and crossed her legs, trying to act calm and collected. However, she soon realized that her outfit was causing her some serious discomfort than even before. One of the belts at the back of her dress had slipped to the next notch while adjusting it in the car. The catsuit was squeezing her bladder tighter and tighter. She felt as if it was shrinking by the minute. The ribs of the corset dug into her bladder and her control was wavering. A full gallon was compressed inside her constricted bladder for nearly 2 days now.
The interviewer, oblivious to Poonam’s predicament kept asked her a series of questions. Rather it was a laundry list of questions. Thanks to Poonam’s absolute control over her expressions, she looked calm and tried her best to answer them as if nothing was wrong. In reality, her mind was entirely focused on her the stinging bladder pain. The pressure was mounting. The box of tissues given to her on set was now exhausted. After half an hour she started fanning her legs involuntarily. It was a do or die situation for her. The room felt like it was getting hotter by the minute, making her situation even worse.
As the interview dragged on, Poonam's bladder grew more and more insistent. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief, but nothing worked. She could feel a tiny bit of pee leaking out, and she knew that she was in deep trouble. The interviewer seemed concerned, but she ignored it and the cameras kept rolling. Poonam tried to hold on, but a big spurt escaped into her tight undies causing her to jolt. It was too much for her to handle.
Suddenly, in the middle of a question, she blurted out,
"Excuse me, I need to use take a break, if its, Ok? It’s getting very hot in my outfit"
"We will turn the AC further down, but could you just wait half an hour more - we are rolling hence."
Poonam politely agreed to wait, but her bladder was on fire. Now with the AC temperature lowered further, she now had to battle the cold. It was a catastrophic situation for her.
The interview continued, and Poonam's bladder became more and more insistent. She was squirming in her seat, her face contorted in discomfort. She couldn't concentrate on anything the interviewer was saying, and her mind was completely blank except for the thought of finding a bathroom. Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, the interviewer finally wrapped up. Poonam quickly stood up, barely able to walk straight. She made her way out of the room, her legs shaking. Her assistant came running to her aid and escorted Poonam to her car. On their way they passed the glorious ladies’ toilets. Poonam tried her best to convince her guards to they told her that the toilets were locked.
The Final Leg:
As Poonam got into the car, she knew she needed to find a restroom fast. She warned her assistant that finding a bathroom was her only priority. Her assistant asked the driver to speed to the nearest hotel. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting. Her legs simply kept scissoring involuntarily. Her hands seemed to be glued to her crotch. The seams of the tight rubber outfit dug into the apex of her bladder. d she could barely sit still. They finally arrived at the hotel, but all the rooms were booked. Poonam had tears in her eyes and pressure rising. The assistant pleaded with the staff to find a solution, but they refused to help them out. Poonam had to spend the night in her car, unable to relieve herself for almost 10 more hours.
The night was hell for Poonam. She tried to distract herself by listening to music, but the discomfort was almost unbearable. As dawn broke, she headed to the airport, but the journey took longer than expected due to an accident. Poonam was pulling her hair out in desperation. Finally, they arrived, and she rushed to the restroom but heard the final boarding call. She had to choose between the relief and the flight back home. She chose the latter and settled into her seat, hoping for some relief during the flight.
The onboard restrooms were closed due to turbulence, which made Poonam's discomfort worse. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of her loved ones, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time the plane shook a jet of pee shot into her thongs. She tightly grabbed her crotch and held her breath to stem the flow. The mere thought of enduring the flight without relief was too much to bear.
Poonam's body was in agony. Every breathe felt like a knife being stabbed in her bladder. Her lower back ached, her thighs numb and vagina on fire. She called the airhostess to ask how much longer the flight had before landing but the news was not good. To prevent entering the storm the pilot was taking a longer route which meant additional hour of time. She turned white with fear. Waiting for each minute was like a year for her and the air hostess dropped a bomb on her telling that there was additional hour to go. 66 hours of pee boiled inside her bladder threatening to flood the entire cabin.
Poonam closed her eyes and prayed for the plane to land soon, but the wait seemed never-ending. As the plane finally touched down, Poonam took baby steps out of the flight and inched towards the restrooms. Her body was simply not in a position to wait any longer, and she could feel herself leaking just by seeing the symbol of the ladies' room. But as she finally reached the restroom, she was devastated to see that the line for the ladies' room was incredibly long. Poonam pleaded with the women in front of her to allow her to go first, but nobody cooperated. She was forced to leave the airport, carrying her swollen bladder, and feeling utterly defeated.
The Final-Final Leg:
As she sat in the cab, Poonam's desperation grew more and more unbearable. Every bump on the road sent shock waves through her body, and she clutched the seat tightly, trying to hold it in. Finally, she reached the parking space of her apartment, but the challenge was far from over. Poonam knew that she was running out of time. She got out of the cab, her heart pounding with fear, and tried to walk as calmly as possible. But her bladder was now beyond her control, and she felt spurts of pee escape with every breathe. She was still a few meters away from her building, and the road connecting the parking space to her building was busy with people and vehicles.
If anyone saw Poonam they would assume Poonam had stepped out right after a bath. Her eyes were red and body drenched with sweat. So much sweat that every movement caused a squelching noise. The passer by looked at her with astonishment and concern. When anyone tried to approach her Poonam simply signaled them with her hands to step away. Each milli-second was precious. Finally, she reached the door of her building, her hands shaking with desperation. She managed to open the door and rushed to the elevator.
The elevators in her building were the fastest in the city but on this fateful day, it seemed to have slowed down. The lift took nearly 3 minutes to come down from the 60th floor. Poonam was nearly curled up on the floor. Her breath was labored, and hot jets of piss kept erupting out of her pussy. 73 hours’ worth of piss was confined in her cavernous bladder which had stretched beyond its limits. Her muscles were cramped and overworked. She wept silently once she got into the elevator. Every passing ding was like a hammer blow to her bladder. People came in and went out on different floors forcing Poonam to stand straight and act normally.
Nearly 7 long minutes later, Poonam crawled to her apartment. She frantically pee danced in front of the door muttering curses under her breath. But the keys were nowhere to be found. With one hand shoved inside her crotch almost cutting through the rubber, she struggled to open all the compartments in her handbag. The insides of her rubber outfit were now getting warm. She screamed in frustration and collapsed down. She simply couldn’t believe her luck. After 3 long days without using the toilet, after enduring so much torture and pain, she finally reached her apartment, hoping to find some relief, only to be faced with another challenge. Fate seemed to play a sick game with her as-if they were trying to prevent Poonam from peeing at any cost.
But Poonam knew that getting angry wouldn't solve the problem. To her utter dismay her mobile battery had dried out. In a fit of rage, she threw it on the wall. Tears rolled down her cheek. The in-built corset was not enough to hide her bladder bulge. It was sticking out obscenely. Her head started spinning merely thinking about the amount of piss she was holding. She took help of the wall and stood up. Gravity was wreaking havoc on her heavy bladder and her needle thin heels were burning her calves. She straightened herself, took a deep breath and started walking towards the lift. Minutes later she reached the reception of the building. The receptionist was confused because Poonam was struggling to frame sentences now.
“C-C-Call a locksmith” A whisper came out of Poonam’s mouth.
“Sorry Ma’am” The receptionist
“CALL A FUCKING LOCKSMITH NOW!”
The receptionist was taken aback. She immediately dialed the locksmith. Poonam requested her for a private lobby or a cabin to sit in but there were none. So, she was forced to sit in the open lobby where each passer-by could see her. Her body was shaking vigorously. She sat on her heels rocking. She could taste her piss at the back of her tongue. Despite all this she was forced to keep her hands away from her crotch. Her lips throbbed and she barely had any strength to clench her muscles any harder.
It took another two hours to get a locksmith. By the time he arrived she had leaked a copious amount of piss inside her tight catsuit. The leakage would be equivalent to a normal woman’s most desperate pee. Poonam followed the locksmith who managed to open the door. As she was tried to rush inside the locksmith he demanded for his payment.
Poonam was weeping now. The toilet was just a few feet away from her and still she could not rush. She barely kept cash in her handbag. She requested him to wait for a few minutes but he was adamant that he was running out of time. Poor Poonam walked to her closet and there was none. She begged him to allow her some time to arrange and take the cash later in the day, but he was firm. Little did he know that a full gallon of piss was compressed inside her bladder. The bulge in her bladder was hard as steel, which distorted the corset. Her pregnant like bulge covered her entire midriff. If she could, she would have slapped that locksmith and gotten him thrown out but that would damage her reputation. So, she gritted her teeth, hobbled to an ATM and gave him the cash.
Poonam’s body was on autopilot. She barely registered how she was functioning. Her skin inside her tight catsuit was taut. One could see her veins had she been naked. The pee which she had leaked earlier had now gotten somewhat cold and were rubbing against her pussy driving her mad. All the muscles in her thighs were tensed as if she had just finished a cycling race. Her back was arched, and her hair was all messy. But more than all that her muscles were strained beyond imagination. One after the other they spasmed.
After a long strenuous walk from the ATM to the elevator and then to her apartment, Poonam had finally made it home. Her makeup was running down her sweaty face, just like her piss leaking from her vagina. But she had made it without a single trip to the bathroom in the last 3 days and over a gallon of steaming piss inside her bladder. Once the door closed, she could not walk anymore though. Her body simply refused to listen to her commands. She was seeing stars in front of her eyes. Sweat oozing out throughout her body. Her body shook violently. “Aahhhhh” she cried and collapsed on the floor, breaking the needle stiletto heels. The impact was too much for her. Her muscles simply could not bear any more strain. The jerk hit her like a freight train and boom! Her floodgates burst opened.
“Noooooo!” Poonam cried, clasping her crotch.
A violent gusher erupted out of her pussy forming a bulge at her crotch, as if there was a hard dick inside. That’s when she realized how hot the piss coming out was. It felt as if it was artificially heated. None of the piss was spreading out or leaking on the expensive rug below, thanks to the thick rubber outfit. All the tight confinement was giving an intense pleasure to Poonam. She orgasmed multiple times as the thick ferocious flow continued over a minute in full strength. A hissing sound akin to an open tap filled the room. Her eyes rolled up and her breath was short and swallowed. A gallon of piss filled up her catsuit and her legs, her crotch, her ass everything was squelching with hot piss. It was strangely titillating. As piss continued to gush out of her, she ran her hands all over her body feeling her up. After close to 2 and a half minutes the torrent finally stopped all of a sudden. Her muscles contracted violently to push everything out at once. Just when she tried to get up, one more hot stream of piss erupted again. Her kidneys were pumping piss into her bladder, and it was releasing them in real-time. This one was even stronger, sending her into an orgasm overdrive. Over a minute later her stream finally came to an end, gifting her a massive orgasm.
Poonam was now lying on the floor with her fingers rubbing her piss-soaked clit, enjoying the bliss of her finally empty bladder. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have an empty bladder. As she tried to get up an epiphany struck her.
“What if I can bring myself to an orgasm every time I hold it to my limits?” Poonam bit her lips in anticipation as she geared up for her next big voluntary hold. The next day Poonam had her toilet bowl removed from her home, making the entire media go crazy.
Poonam being Poonam, announced it to the world, “You know what’s my secret to strongest orgasms people – holding my pee till I burst!” She was now an omorashi addict, officially. |
Wow, it's been a while.
Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do.
And so, without further ado:
Chapter 1 - An Introduction
Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing
Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons.
“That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?”
These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?”
Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?”
Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it.
Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty.
“Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand.
~*~*~*~*~
It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together?
Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?”
Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.”
“Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do.
The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again.
So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on.
And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that.
What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be.
Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there.
~*~*~*~*~
The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.”
“Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable.
“Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?”
“Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.”
As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?”
Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.”
Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.”
Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out.
Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard.
The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out.
“Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively.
Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.”
“Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?”
“I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.”
“Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty.
“Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.”
Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!”
Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.”
Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose.
Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them.
Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?”
Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
“Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.”
“Do you have any friends around?”
“Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly.
Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it.
“No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly.
“You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click.
~*~*~*~*~
Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school.
hey Ange
Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply.
Hey Jackie
Whats up?
wyd
the librarys doing a free movie
want to come
?
Cool, what time?
And what movie
in like fiften minutes
Tangled I think
Sorry, I can’t make it
sounds fun though.
ah you suckkkk
haha
Why cant u come tho
My mom asked me to be with
the Wells’ daughter while they’re out.
whos that
you know Lily?
o yeah
isnt she the one who pees her pants alot?
Yeah, that’s her.
Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation.
wow that’s cray
has she had to go pee a lot
?
No, she seems normal. She’s nice.
We’ve been getting to know each other.
Does she like wear diapers or somthing?
Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda.
No she doesn’t.
Anyway, can we talk about
something else?
It’s making me have to pee.
haha
I feel u girl
well, sorry u cant comeee
Thanks. Have fun
Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in.
pee
pee
rivers
waterfalls
She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back.
Jackie! Not funny. Lol
But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it.
The door wouldn’t move.
It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands.
Nothing. The door was locked.
Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking.
She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness…
Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out.
Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?”
Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal.
The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all.
Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her.
“Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?”
Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily.
“Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other.
“I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing.
Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.”
“Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point.
Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her.
Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?”
“Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate.
“Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard.
As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander.
I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling…
Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out…
No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused.
She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out.
Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine.
Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine.
Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear.
Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and…
Nothing.
She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs.
Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily.
In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry.
She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding.
It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and…
Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out.
Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in.
She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to.
Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil.
I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap
I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go
Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done.
If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t
Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes.
It would feel so good to just let go
No! No I can’t!
Yes just let go Just let go
No! No! No!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands.
She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse.
She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage.
Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice—
“Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?”
That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now.
It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off.
For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold.
Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence.
“Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—”
Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her…
She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever.
Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight.
Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?”
Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom.
She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream.
~Aftermath~
After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance.
Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened.
One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard.
Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness.
She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose.
She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see.
She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat.
Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen.
It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts. |
Chapter 2 - Harvest Festival
Specific tags: peeing already wet clothes
The air was cool, and continually breezy, wafting scents of wood fires, pressed apples, and hot chocolate, and making the multicolored leaves on the grass dance. The low angle of the sun belied how early in the afternoon it actually was, and the cloudless sky too gave a false impression of how crisp the temperature truly was.
The car was driving almost due west, causing the sun to fall directly on the faces of its passengers. Even in autumn, the sunlight was hot inside the car, so the windows were cracked open to let the rich coolness balance out the interior. The lovely smells from outside commingled with the mouth-watering aroma of three fresh pies carefully stationed in the back seat.
Angelica unzipped her green fleece jacket as the sun was too warm on it, then reached back and adjusted her long brown braid. The harvest festival was one of her favorite events of the year, and a great way to hang out with friends from school, since everyone was back from summer by now. The car ride was oddly quiet, though, since Angelica’s big brother Patrick was away at college. His absence lent the experience a shade of nostalgic melancholy.
Angelica’s mother spoke. “So, Ange, will any of your friends be at the festival?”
Angelica could tell it was just an attempt at conversation, but she welcomed it. “Oh yeah. I think most of them. I think that Tina and Lou are coming, and Linda and Brian and Jackie said they would try. Oh, and maybe Shane.” Brian was the newest friend on that list, having just transferred to her school this year. She had intentionally inserted his name in the middle, trying very hard not to draw attention to it by putting him either first or last. The truth was, almost ever since they first met, Angelica had had a crush on him. He was one grade ahead of her, but polite, well-liked, and super cute. Every time he smiled it made her feel fluttery inside. Part of her resented feeling like that, wanting to flatter herself by imagining that she was above such childish whims of emotion, but that part was always noticeably absent whenever Brian himself was around.
The car pulled onto the grass parking field for Collins Farms, where the harvest festival was taking place. After stepping out and stretching their legs, Angelica helped her mom take the pies out of the back seat and carry them to the pavilion where the homemade goods competition would be taking place. They seemed to have arrived on the cusp of the main influx of people. There were others all around them making their way to the farm’s entrance, and the field was rapidly filling up with cars.
After a brief wait in line, both Angelica and her mom were given yellow bracelets for all-day access and directed to the pavilion. It was only a short walk from the main entrance, but enough for Angelica to get a good look at a number of the attractions present. There were pavilions where food and drink were sold, a wooden building which acted as the farm’s gift shop, temporary carnival rides set up which consisted of a Ferris wheel, tilt-a-whirl, and swinging dragon, and further off were fields where there would be pumpkins, a corn maze, and (in a few months) Christmas trees. Once at the registration table, she could see and smell a bevy of delectable treats already registered: pies, shortbreads, sweet rolls, and more. Her mouth watered and her stomach gave an eager growl.
Once the pies were registered, Angelica’s mom turned and gave Angelica a hug. “Have fun, baby! I assume you’ll be meeting up with your friends?”
Angelica squeezed her mom back, then separated the hug. “Yeah, I just have to find them first.”
“Well, call me if you need to. And remember, we’re going to try to leave by eight. Okay?”
“Sure thing, mom!” And with a wave, she turned and made her way straight to one of the food vendors. Her mom had given her some spending money for food, and after being unable to make up her mind for a minute or so, her stomach’s impatience got the better of her and she bought a roast turkey leg and a cup of cold, fresh-pressed apple cider. Apple cider was her favorite.
As she was ordering, the young girl taking the orders asked, “Would you like to get the unlimited-refills apple cider?” and pointed at the corner of the menu board. There, written in fancy chalk script, was the option of “Bottomless Cider - $8.” A single cup, on the other hand, cost $1.50. Angelica did some quick mental math and concluded that she would have to drink at least six cups of cider to make it worth it, but since they planned to be at the festival the whole afternoon, that would probably be no problem at all—especially considering how much she loved apple cider. A smile crept up one side of her face and she answered back a cheery “Sure!”
The girl handed her back a turkey leg on a paper plate wrapped in aluminum foil, and then reached under the counter and produced a fancier-than-normal disposable plastic cup. She turned to a five-gallon Igloo jug and filled the cup from it, then faced Angelica again and handed her the cup. “Bring this cup back here, and we’ll refill it for you.” Angelica gazed at the delicious brown liquid swirling in the cup in her hand and realized that the bottomless version was also larger than a normal cup. She took a sip and licked her lips, relishing the sweet and tangy freshness and the cold tartness. Wow, that was good.
She set down her plate and cup on the counter to pay, grabbed some napkins, and gave a little wave goodbye to the girl’s “have a nice day!” After wandering for a bit, taking intermittent sips and tantalized by the smell of the turkey leg, she found a spot at some picnic tables to sit. She had barely begun her turkey leg when she noticed she was already almost done with her first cup of cider. Glad she had opted for the free refills, she smiled to herself again and then walked briskly back to the food vendor and handed the same girl her cup with a cheeky expression on her face. The girl promptly filled it, handed it back with an “enjoy!” and Angelica found her spot again.
While eating, she pulled her phone out to text and see where her friends were. In between texts, she also scanned the crowds to see if she could spot anyone. Her phone was very nearly out of reception, and after several times of waiting a frustrating amount of time for a text to send, she decided it was probably not worth trying to meet up that way. She nibbled the last of the meat off her turkey leg, which by now had gone cold, wiped off her fingers with a napkin, and downed the rest of her cider. She walked over to the food vendor, threw out her trash in the trash can next to the stand, and refilled her cider again.
She was about to turn around when she felt an arm land abruptly around her shoulder, causing her to jump. A familiar voice said spunkily, if too loudly for how close it was to her ear, “Hey girl! I finally found you! Did I startle you?” and then burst out laughing. It was Jackie.
Angelica rolled her eyes but couldn’t help chuckling too. “Hi, Jackie. I’ve been looking for everyone. Have you found anyone else?”
Jackie laughed again. “Yeah, me and Lou came in at the same time, and we’ve already found Shane and Tina.” She pointed over too her right, where the other friends were standing.
Angelica felt a twinge of disappointment that Brian was not among them, but she knew better than to ask about his whereabouts—especially to Jackie. Boy, if Jackie even suspected she had a crush on Brian, she would never hear the end of it. She masked it with a big grin and ran over to her other friends to give hugs and say hi. They decided to go do the Ferris wheel first (Lou and Jackie wanted to do the swinging dragon, but Angelica didn’t think it was a good idea right after eating). Afterwards they spent their time flitting from activity to activity, sprinkling in the occasional snack from a vendor, and Angelica filling her cider cup again. The whole time she wondered about if Brian would show up or not. At one point Shane checked his phone and informed the group that Linda said she wouldn’t make it after all. Tina gave a petulant moan at that news, and Angelica wanted very much to ask about Brian, since he was now the only unaccounted-for friend. Of course it would turn out that way. Instead, she kept her thoughts to herself.
As the afternoon reached its middle, the five friends agreed to try the corn maze before it got too dark. Before they entered, though, Angelica went to top off her cider again. This was her sixth cup, and though she wasn’t really thirsty at this point, she wanted to hit the six-cup mark to justify buying the bottomless cider. As she sipped it on her way back to the corn maze entrance, she glanced to her right at the port-a-potties lined up along the edge of the farm property. There were already decent lines forming for them, and she imagined they would only get longer as people settled down for dinner. The farm probably underestimated how many facilities they would need. She guessed she would have to take a break for them after the corn maze.
Meeting up again at the wooden gateway to the corn maze, Angelica and each of her friends were handed a paper with blanks to write in and a golf pencil. They were told that inside the corn maze there were different stations hidden, each with a riddle. The challenge was to find each of the stations and solve each riddle. There didn’t seem to be any sort of prize—it was just a fun activity to take part in. The five friends eagerly slipped inside and immediately seemed to be in a different world. The corn stalks all around them formed a formidably impenetrable wall, and it was easy to miss different pathways through the deceptively tortuous labyrinth.
With their fair share of bantering, bickering, laughing, and arguing, they found the first two thirds of the riddles pretty quickly. But then it became a matter of finding the ones they had missed, and going back and trying to find passages that hadn’t been explored yet, and then finding your way back once you had. Angelica guessed that they had probably been in the maze for almost forty minutes, and she began to wonder how much longer it would be.
At one of the stations they found, after writing down the riddle on her paper, she stood and waited as the rest of her friends did likewise. Shane in particular was having a difficult time of it, trying to hold the paper in his hand and write on it without anything to lean on. As Jackie and Lou teased him, Angelica gazed off down the other paths of the maze. It felt surreal, since one could hear voices of people passing through all around, but most of the times they were hidden by more walls of corn. In this case, she could see group of three girls probably around her age coming around the bend. Two of them were laughing, but the third had a worried look on her face.
“Come on, guys, it’s not funny! Let’s just get out of here.”
“Of course it’s funny! Why didn’t you just go before we started the maze?”
“The lines were too long and I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t know we’d be in here so long!”
“Guess you shouldn’t’ve had so much to drink, huh?”
“Stop it!” The girl moaned plaintively and rubbed her gray-sweatpants-clad thighs with her hands, looking like she wanted to grab her crotch, but not with anyone watching. “You guys, come on. I’m literally dying here.”
The other two continued to laugh as the group passed by. Angelica frowned at being reminded of the need for a toilet. Her own bladder was filling from all the cider she had consumed, and now the girl’s apparent desperation brought back up a memory which she had tried hard to suppress—one from the year before, when she had first met Lily Wells, a girl who was prone to incontinent accidents, but ended up having an accident herself. Luckily, no one had found out. Still, the embarrassment and shock from it had taken a while to dissipate in her mind, and now they were beginning to try to peep their heads out again.
She turned her head back towards her friends, who had finished up with their riddle and were now coming toward her, laughing and joking still. Lou noticed the look on Angelica’s face and asked, “What’s wrong, Ange?”
Angelica quickly snapped a fake smile on and answered chipperly, “Nothing, sorry! Just got lost in thought.” This was enough to satisfy the question, and the five friends continued on their search in the maze. But now that the memory of her accident had been brought back up again, Angelica found she had to actively struggle to suppress it, and in concert with it, she felt her bladder give her more alerts. It wasn’t starting to hurt yet, but with all the cider she had drunk she knew that it would keep filling up, and probably pretty fast. She would have to get in line for the port-a-potties right after they got out of the maze.
Unfortunately, though, there was no way of knowing how much longer that would be. They were still scouring for the last few riddles, which could be anywhere. Angelica didn’t much feel like conversation at this point and stayed at the tail end of the group. She wished they would either find the riddles quickly or just give up—it wasn’t as if there were any prize for getting all of them, anyway—and leave so that she could use the bathroom. She pushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes and zipped up her fleece jacket, the waning afternoon light bringing a chill to the breeze.
In reality, she didn’t need to go incredibly urgently. She knew that in all likelihood she would be able to leave the maze whenever they finished up and wait her turn for the bathroom without even a hint of desperation. The truth was, however, that ever since last year, when she learned the hard way that, even at her age, she could still lose bladder control and pee her pants, she had become increasingly cautious about using the bathroom when she got the chance. The memory of having an accident made even a milder urge give off higher danger signals to her brain. She tried to keep herself relaxed and think about something else, but the whole time she wondered if she should just suggest that they leave and try something else. She was afraid of being the first to suggest it, though—afraid of her friends teasing her for being a party pooper, or worse, for needing the bathroom.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when, after some of the pep had seemed to go out with the fading light, Tina spoke up, “Let’s just go, guys. I don’t want to spend the rest of the time in this dumb corn maze.” Shane wanted to stay, but Tina’s sentiment was seconded by the rest of the girls, so they made their way towards the exit, with Shane still trying to find any last hidden passage or cul-de-sac along the way. Thankfully, they had spent long enough in the maze to be able to find their way out without any trouble.
Once out, the friends were pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t as dark as it seemed in the corn maze, with all the high opaque walls of corn stalks on every side. They could still find some activities to do before the sun set and the rides would be closed. After dark, focus would shift to the various fairground competitions: carnival-type stalls and contests for quilts and pies and jams. Angelica wanted to be around for the pie contest to cheer for her mom.
For now, though, she turned to make her way to the port-a-potties and was glad when Lou and Jackie came as well. Now that she knew she would be able to relieve herself, the wisps of panic that had been trying to eat at the edge of her mind died down. Everything was fine. Of course everything was fine. She was with her friends, smiling again, chatting and laughing. They passed by the apple launching station and the hayride. There was nothing to worry about. It wouldn’t be at all like last time, the time at Lily’s—
Her face suddenly fell, replaced by an expression of dread. As she had glanced over the hayride, her eyes fell on the group of teenagers in the wagon, specifically on one girl with a red plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans, her blonde hair tied up into braided pigtails.
It was Lily.
A sense as of a nightmare coming true began creeping into the edges of Angelica’s psyche, and she had to consciously keep a feeling of panic at bay. Ever since the incident the previous year, she hadn’t been in touch with Lily in any way, shape, or form. When they first met, it seemed as though they would get along splendidly, but after that fateful afternoon…well, she had just been too embarrassed and felt too awkward to try to start over at a friendship. She hadn’t even seen Lily at all, and now, just when those memories were rebelling against her attempts to suppress them, here Lily was in person. The coincidence seemed freaky at best, and ominous at worst. In response, she felt her bladder tighten, and she quickly lifted up one leg and then the other to quiet the urge.
It would have been best for her to pretend she hadn’t even seen Lily at all and to just continue on her way. But before she thought of taking the nonchalant approach, Lily’s gaze fell on Angelica as well, reciprocating her stare. Angelica watched as Lily’s expression also transformed from cheery to shocked. She didn’t look quite as aghast as Angelica, but the look on her face nonetheless communicated clearly enough that the surprise was not a good one.
It was as if a private eternity passed between them in that moment of understanding. Each one knew, and knew that each other knew, that they had been trying to forget about the accidents the year before but now had those attempts shattered by the sight of one another again. Angelica now felt a new sense of extreme awkwardness rising up in her, realizing that now that they had clearly seen and recognized each other, the only polite thing to do would be to acknowledge it to one another. Nothing seemed like a worse idea to her, and she swallowed a fast-forming knot in her throat. What would they say to each other? “Hi, how’ve you been, keeping dry since last time?”
Her dilemma was mercifully cut short, however, by the fact that Lily was still in the hayride wagon, which was now departing with a belch of black smoke from the tractor pulling it. The two never broke eye contact, though, not until the tractor and cart rumbled bumpily around the bend and were obscured by the darkening woods.
Angelica snapped her attention back to her current surroundings and hurried to catch up with Lou and Jackie. They were almost at the port-a-potties now, but as they neared them, Angelica saw that the lines were now even longer than before. Scanning the row of toilets, the culprit seemed to be the unfortunate closure of two of them. The three girls joined the lines, and Lou began whining about how much she needed to go. Jackie laughed, but Angelica didn’t say anything. She was thinking about Lily and their first meeting, and trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to go as badly as she thought she did. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. It was mind over matter. Focus on breathing, and the bladder urges would subside. That’s it. She could do this. A minute or two passed in line, which barely moved, but she was sure now that she had everything under control.
She opened her eyes again and gazed absentmindedly across the crowds of people still milling about. Floodlights had been turned on by now to light up the farm grounds. Despite the waning daylight, there were still large numbers of active people milling about and filling the area. Her eyes drifted back and forth, watching nobody in particular, until they landed on a familiar-looking head of auburn hair. She looked closer, and then her heart gave a little jump of excitement. It was Brian.
To her annoyance, her stomach immediately felt jittery all over. Why couldn’t she just be like a normal person and not make an idiot of herself whenever he was around? Along with her stomach, she felt a jittery feeling further down as well, and found she had to scissor her legs closed a few times before the sensation passed. She was just like a little kid, needing to pee out of excitement. Grow up already!
Still, she didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to Brian. She had spent the whole afternoon wishing he were there, and now he showed up when she was stuck in line. She groaned to herself and turned back to the line for the port-a-potty. There were at least ten people still in front of her, and not moving quickly. Looking the other way, she could see that only two people had joined the line behind her. She wondered if Lou would be able to hold her place in line while she quickly slipped away. Turning her head back toward the crowd, she tried to find Brian again. After a few terrible seconds of thinking she had lost him, she spotted him again, but this time further away. In a few seconds he would be lost in the crowd. It was now or never.
After a half second of deliberation, Angelica made her choice. She tore away from the line and jogged after Brian. In the distance behind her she could hear Jackie’s confused voice, “Hey, Ange, where are you going?” She shouted over her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a minute!” Trying to dodge in and out of the pedestrians as best she could, she kept her eyes locked on Brian and steadily closed the gap. Now twenty feet, now ten feet—then she called out, “Hey Brian!”
It took a second for Brian to realize that the voice was coming from behind him. He turned around with a bewildered expression, not knowing who was calling him, until his eyes met Angelica’s. Then his expression lit up and he flashed that winning smile of his. “Oh! Hey, Angelica!”
Angelica wished he would give her a hug hello, but she didn’t want to be the one to initiate. “You made it after all! You never said if you would or not.” She tried to control her breathing in order to not seem too out of breath. She didn’t want Brian to know how fast she had tried to catch up with him.
Brian gave a kind of sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah…sorry about that. I guess I meant to…”
“It’s okay! You’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” Then thinking that sounded way too forward, she added, “I mean, now we can all hang out.”
“Yeah. Yeah! Yeah, that’ll be fun. What have you all done so far?”
“Uh, some of the rides. We did the corn maze. Nothing that great, though.”
“Oh, you didn’t really like it? It must’ve been better last year. They had these riddles you had to find and solve, and it was super cool.”
Angelica reddened a little bit. “Oh, well, those were still there. Um, I just mean…” All the things popping into her brain were too stupid to say. Things like “nothing could be that great without you there” and “I’m sure it would have been so much better with you.” She eventually stammered out, “I, uh, I just didn’t want you to feel bad. Y’know, for missing it. I mean I don’t you to feel bad for missing out. Not, like, not like we were mad at you or anything for not being there.” Wow, Brian must think she’s a total airhead now.
“Oh, okay. Gotcha. No, uh, no worries.”
An awkward few seconds passed, each looking away and at the ground. Finally, they both spoke at the same time. “What do you want to—” “Oh, have you seen—”
They both laughed nervously and then Brian motioned with his hand for Angelica to speak first. She responded with “no, no, you first,” and then another nervous laugh. Brian gave that grin of his again, then started over, “I was going to ask if you’ve seen the lake yet.”
Angelica tilted her head. “No, what lake? There’s a lake here? I didn’t know that!”
Brian’s awkwardness seemed to transition into excitement. “That’s the thing, most people don’t! It’s not technically part of the farm grounds, but it’s owned by the farm, so I don’t think it’s trespassing or anything. It’s down a path in the woods, but it’s super pretty, especially ’cause usually no one’s there.” His eyes were twinkling.
Angelica felt a surge of butterflies well up inside her. “Could…could we go there now?”
Brian’s smile stretched across his face. “Sure! I’ll take you there.” He turned with a bounce in his step and began to slow jog towards the treeline. Angelica couldn’t believe it. She was getting to go to a romantic hidden lake alone with the cutest guy in her school. She had to actively keep from squealing.
As they hurried along, Brian looked back at her and said, “We’ll have to be quick, though. It’s getting dark fast.” So they couldn’t be there too long. Oh well, though, that was no big deal. Just the fact that he was taking her at all gave her a thrill. A second thrill layered on top of her first one when she then realized that since she found him, he hadn’t even asked about who else was there. Maybe it was selfish of her…but she wouldn’t waste any time or thought on that question.
They reached the edge of the woods, and Brian said in a hushed voice, “It’s right in here. Let’s go in quick before anyone sees us.” Before anyone saw them? Angelica’s smile faded as questions began popping into her head. Was this something they weren’t supposed to be doing? Could this land her in trouble with her parents—or worse, the law? She whispered back, “I thought you said this wasn’t trespassing!”
Brian hemmed and hawed a bit. “Well, I mean…like, it’s not, technically…but, I, I just…I don’t want someone to see us and think we’re doing something we shouldn’t. Even though we’re not, not technically. You know? Like, I don’t want them to make a rule saying that the lake is off limits. Also, if people saw us going there, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?”
Angelica did not feel entirely satisfied by Brian’s answer, but a kind of eager excitement, that of getting away with something, began to counter her unease. Besides, they had gotten this far—and when else would she get an opportunity like this? Suppressing her better judgment, she decided to go for it. “Okay, let’s do it!”
Brian seemed to relax and said, “Follow me!” before disappearing down a path between the trees. Angelica dove in after him, but then stopped and turned around a few feet in to see if anyone had seen them.
They had distanced themselves from the main farm grounds, and the noise of the crowds had receded, replaced by the steady chirping of crickets and rustling of wind through trees. They were closer by the parking lot now, which, though filled with cars, was mostly empty of people and lit only by two floodlights on poles. Far off, she could hear the indistinct sound of a person talking through a bullhorn, followed by cheers; and she felt a pang of guilt go through her as she realized that the contests were starting and she wasn’t there to root for her mom.
She looked back into the woods. Brian had gone far enough now that she couldn’t even see him anymore, and she wondered if this was a good idea after all. Maybe she should just go back? She then remembered that she had told Jackie that she would only be gone a minute, and another pang of guilt went through her. She wondered if they were waiting for her still, or if they were worried about her, and then remembered that she still hadn’t gone to the bathroom.
Well, then. She really should just tell Brian she couldn’t go with him now and head back, use the bathroom, cheer for her mom, and enjoy the night. Maybe she and Brian could do other things together, like buy a funnel cake or go on the Ferris wheel. She chewed her lip in indecision as she thought about the problems with that idea, though. If they went back now, it would either be for Brian to join with the rest of her friends, or for them to still try to do things by themselves and risk one of her friends seeing them and making fun of them for being on a “date” together. Also, what would she say to Brian? “Sorry, I forgot I have to pee”?
She turned her head back toward the parking lot, hearing Brian’s voice from behind her as she did so, “Hey, Angelica, are you coming?” She paused, wanting to say yes but still wavering back and forth in her mind.
As she did, though, she noticed two figures in the parking lot. One was a woman probably her mom’s age, and the other was a girl, probably close to her own age, ostensibly the woman’s daughter. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could tell from body language that both were upset, and the girl seemed to be walking weirdly. This momentary distraction halted her mental balancing act and tuned out Brian’s question. The two were evidently preparing to go home, but Angelica kept watching, trying to figure out why the girl looked familiar. Then it clicked—she was the girl from the corn maze…the one who had to pee.
As it dawned on her, the two found their car, directly illuminated by the floodlight. The mother was clearly berating the girl, who seemed to be taking it in sullen silence. Before Angelica could even wonder what the mother was upset over, though, the girl turned around to open the car door.
Angelica gave a slow intake of breath. Across the girl’s butt and down her legs, fully visible in the bright beam from the (aptly named) floodlight, was a massive wet spot. Nothing had been very visible from the front, but now that she had turned around, there was no denying it. The wet stain made the gray of her sweatpants a distinctly darker gray, and it spread from under both butt cheeks and up a little between them all down the backs and insides of both legs. It was very clear. She had had an accident.
Angelica thought of her behavior in the corn maze and wondered. Had she been on the verge of losing control then? Or had she thought she would be fine, only to face a line for the bathrooms that outlasted her sphincter’s endurance? Had she expected to make it, or did she know she was going to wet her pants even before it happened? A shudder of dread went through Angelica’s stomach as she felt her own bladder tense up in response. Would she be in the same boat? Thinking she could make it, only to lose control and pee herself in front of everyone? She thought again of the time the year before, when she had thought she would make it, only to…
There was nothing for it. The only thing to do would be to dispel it from her mind, and the only way to do that…
“Yeah, sorry! I’m coming.” She called after Brian.
~*~*~*~*~
The hayride wagon bumped and jostled along its route, making yet another circuit on the rough dirt road through the woods. The driver of the tractor was Pete Collins, or “Uncle Pete,” a gray-haired, balding, rotund man wearing a woolen shirt and overalls. In the wagon itself were six teenage girls, one of whom was Lily. A couple of them were sitting in the hay, but the rest preferred to stand near the front of the wagon bed.
Lily, like these other five girls, had volunteered two weeks ago to work on the hayride. There would be a lot of parents with very young children, but also a number of kids unaccompanied by anyone. After enough instances of prepubescent boys starting hay fights or trying to jump off the wagon, in order to avoid legal liability, the farm had slots for adolescent girls to be “hayride babysitters,” in essence. Their job would be to stay on the ride throughout the afternoon and make sure that passengers were safe and not misbehaving.
The hayride’s circuit began near the entrance to the farms, then cut through the woods to the other end of the farm grounds. Here passengers could join or leave before the hayride cut back through the woods, this time taking a different route. In this way, the hayride acted as both an activity and also a shuttle bus. It had begun running at 12:30, and taken a half-hour break at 3:30. Now, at almost 6:30, with the sun almost gone behind the trees, it was making its final trip. The depot at the entrance to the park had closed down, and this trip was to get any passengers waiting at the end of the farm grounds before coming back.
The girls in the back were mostly quiet. It had been a long day, and they were about ready to be done and just relax. Thankfully, most of the kids who had ridden had been pretty good, except for one time when a group of three boys kept trying to reach as far as they could out of the wagon to snap off branches. After admonishments by the girls on duty failed to deter them, Uncle Pete stopped and turned around to tell them to behave in a short but effective miniature lecture. His wizened nature and no-nonsense country tone had the desired effect, and the rest of the ride resumed in peace.
Lily stood leaning in the corner at the front of the wagon. She was tired, just like the rest of the girls, but she was also uneasy. She was surprised to see Angelica also here at the farm, and hoped they wouldn’t bump into each other again while here. Seeing Angelica again brought back the unpleasant memories from the year before, when they had first met, and then both ended up wetting themselves. Even though she was prone to having accidents, having a sympathetic spastic bladder, it still was embarrassing to have it happen—especially when you were with someone you just met. And the fact that Angelica had also peed herself…well, that was probably super embarrassing for her, too. If they crossed paths again, it would just bring that memory back up for both of them, and it would be awkward on both sides. She crossed her arms and tried to keep warm, as the air grew noticeably colder.
Of course, now that she had seen Angelica, those memories came back anyway. Angelica had waited too long to go and ended up peeing in her clothes. Seeing Angelica desperate for a toilet and then wet her pants produced a sympathetic reaction in Lily—against her will, her bladder also gave way and emptied. And remembering what happened was now creating the same effect again. She crisscrossed her legs as she felt the sensation of needing a toilet. Neither she nor any of the other girls had used the bathroom since the break at mid-afternoon, but they also hadn’t had much to drink, so everyone seemed to be fine. Lily glanced around at the five other girls to see if any of them looked like they needed to pee too and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. In the dim light, she couldn’t see any signs of it, and she rubbed her arms together to keep warm, her thighs also rubbing together. She wondered if she would be able to get off at the far end of the farm to use the port-a-potties there.
Her attention was suddenly snapped to her left as Cassandra, one of the girls sitting in the hay, asked, “Hey, Lily, are you okay? You’re moving weird.”
Lily blushed slightly as she realized that she had been swaying slowly back and forth as she rubbed her legs together. She gave a little nervous laugh and replied, “Haha, yeah, I’m fine. Just kinda cold.”
Cassandra snickered and said, “Heh, okay. You just look like you need to go pee or something.”
Lily was glad the light was low, since she was sure she reddened further at that remark. “Hah, no. I’m fine. I mean, I could use the toilet, but I can wait.”
Cassandra just laughed and stared off into the woods again. Lily on the other hand now felt her urge increase, and had to fight the urge to fidget even more. She hoped they would get to the halfway point soon.
~*~*~*~*~
Brian and Angelica continued picking their way along the forest path. It was now too dark to see where they were going, and so both of them had their phone flashlights on to light the way. Even with those, the shadows produced were deceptive, and it was easy to either misjudge a tree root and stumble or jump at a moving shadow that looked like a small animal darting nearby. The going was quiet, with Brian walking in front of Angelica, and only occasionally offering a “you all right?” or “it’s this way” to her. It was probably just because he was focused, but Angelica wished they could be talking about anything at all, but didn’t want to have to be the one to try to start or maintain a conversation.
Unfortunately, the silence left her with no distraction from thinking about needing the bathroom. Her bladder kept filling up from all the cider she’d had, and now that the initial excitement of going to a hidden lake with Brian had passed, she was left alone with a slow trudge and the jostling of her bladder with every step. When she was in line, she had definitely felt the need to go, but now it was starting to become painful. They had better get to the lake soon and then head back. She inwardly berated herself for agreeing to go along with this. At this rate, no matter how romantic this escapade, she would constantly be focusing on holding her pee.
She kept her gaze locked on the ground to watch her step. It would be too embarrassing to have to cut things short by letting Brian know about her dilemma. She felt an internal conflict wage in her head: on the one hand, the longer she waited, the worse she would have to go; but on the other hand, the closer they would be to being back anyway. Maybe the lake would be too dark to enjoy after all and they would simply turn around and come back. She just hoped it would be soon.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily gave out a sigh of relief when the far end of the property came in view. The farm would be closing in a few hours, and the further areas were already being shut down, with patrons herded back to the near end of the grounds. The tractor growled and rattled to a stop by the fence where passengers would get into the wagon. Other than two preteen boys who were laughing and fighting with water pistols, there didn’t seem to be anyone else.
Uncle Pete half-turned his round body towards the back and called out, “Get on in, boys. This end’s closing. Everybody’s got to come back to the entrance.” The boys didn’t acknowledge him but climbed into the wagon.
Lily looked around and saw that everything at this end of the farm grounds was dark and deserted. She knew that Uncle Pete would just start driving straight back without waiting, so she had to ask him now. Her voice sounded small to her as she hesitatingly asked, “Um, Uncle Pete? Can we stop here so I can go use the bathroom?” She hoped no one else would hear.
Uncle Pete turned to her and replied gently, “I’m sorry, Lily, but it’s too dark out here now. I can’t let you do that. You’ll just have to wait till we get back, all right, darlin’?”
Lily wanted to protest, but she knew that he would be firm, and besides, the more of a fuss she made, the more attention she would call to herself. She clenched tightly and tapped one foot to shake off the urge before answering as bravely as she could, “Okay, that’s fine.”
Uncle Pete faced forward again and started up the tractor with a lurch. All the girls who were standing briefly stumbled before getting their balance again. Lily went back to leaning in the corner, but found she couldn’t stand still and had to keep rubbing her legs together. The cold combined with nerves, as she was unable to relax, and made her rub her arms more vigorously and her teeth start chattering.
Sam, another of the girls, seemed to have gradually noticed Lily’s predicament. She leaned closer to Lily with a smirk and said, “Gotta pee, Lils?”
Lily tried to look nonchalant, but she couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering as she answered, “No, why?”
Sam chuckled. “Don’t try to act like you don’t. I heard you ask Uncle Pete if you could use the toilets.” She looked back at Lily. “I mean, I get it. Once we get back, I’m sure there’s gonna be a line for the port-a-potties.”
Lily’s face fell as she heard this. She hadn’t even thought about the lines. Her bladder felt prickly and quivery, and as she thought about having to stand in line, she had to suddenly suck in a gasp through her teeth and bend over for a few seconds.
Sam laughed. “Wow. You’ve really gotta go bad, huh?”
Lily held back. Admitting you need the bathroom badly is like admitting you’re ticklish. It only exacerbates any teasing you were theretofore receiving. She whined back, “No! Shut up!”
At this point, the other girls in the wagon were starting to notice this back-and-forth. Sam kept needling Lily. “I guess you’ll just have to hold it. Unless you don’t think you can wait that long?” She laughed again.
A sense of panic began swirling inside Lily. It was bad enough with her own thoughts, but now with Sam teasing her about needing to pee, she didn’t know if she could hold on.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica guessed they had been walking for close to twenty minutes at this point, and her enthusiasm had all but entirely dissipated. She was tired and hungry, and her bladder was hurting more now. She decided to speak up. “Hey, Brian, are we almost there? This is farther than I thought it would be.”
Brian stopped and turned. The look on his face was not comforting to Angelica. His brow was furrowed with a blend of worry and concentration. “Well, we should have been there a while ago. I don’t know why it’s taking us so long this time.”
Angelica just stared at him for several seconds before realization dawned on her. She swallowed and then asked the question she was afraid to ask, her voice shaky: “Brian…are we lost?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he just sighed and looked back at her with a face of defeat. That was answer enough. A spike of panic made Angelica suddenly have to grab her crotch before she regained her poise. She quickly turned her phone’s screen back on and turned off the flashlight. Maybe she could call her mom and let her know what had happened. It didn’t matter how much her mom blew up on her at this point. She found her mom in her contacts and pressed dial. The phone stayed silent for about ten seconds before beeping to notify her that the call had ended. Frustrated, she looked at the screen and saw that she had no reception.
Angelica almost started to cry. Here she was, lost out alone in the woods in the dark, with a boy that—as she now thought about it—she barely knew, and with no way of contacting her mom. For all she knew, her mom could be desperately trying to call her right now and be worried sick. And to top it all off, she really, really had to pee. She half-turned away and took a few deep breaths to maintain her composure. Facing Brian again, she said in as stern a voice as she could muster, “My phone doesn’t have any signal. Does yours? After all, you got us into this.”
Brian wordlessly looked down to check his phone also, his face full of guilt. For a split second Angelica regretted sounding so harsh, but then a new wave of anger washed over her. This was his fault, after all. It was his idea, and he should have known better than to go when it was so dark out if he didn’t know the way well enough.
The truth was that it was her fear that was manifesting itself as anger. And she was afraid. She was afraid of a whole host of unknowns. She didn’t know where they were. She didn’t know if her mom was trying to find her. She didn’t know if her friends were looking for her. She choked back a sob and thought that she also didn’t know if she could even trust Brian, much as she liked him. And of course, she didn’t know if she could make it to a toilet in time before humiliating herself—possibly in front of Brian. She couldn’t let that happen. So it was either yell or cry. Or…something else. As she thought that, she scissored her legs back and forth and bobbed up and down for a few seconds. She had to pee so badly.
Still looking at his phone, Brian answered, “I’ve got nothing, either.” He looked back up, his voice low. “Let’s just try to find our way back. We’ve gotta get out of the woods at some point if we just go back the direction we came. Maybe we can figure out where we are once we’re out. Or maybe we’ll get phone reception.”
Angelica could only give a nod in response, but couldn’t stand still. She was still fidgeting visibly and began chewing her lip. Brian watched for a few moments before asking gently, “Hey, you okay?” He reached out his hand and touched her shoulder softly.
Angelica pulled sharply away from his touch and faced away from him. She didn’t want him to see her cry. This was supposed to be a fun and exciting time for her to be alone with him, and now everything—everything—was going wrong. She scrunched up her face and wrapped her arms around herself as tears began to trickle down her face. The whole time, she still had to clench her legs tightly together and bounce up and down. She felt incredibly vulnerable, but also understood that the only way she would get out of this would be to trust Brian. Maybe he was scared too. She lifted her chin, sniffled, and said in as steady a voice as she could, “No. I’m not okay. I—” and tried to keep her voice still as more tears overflowed— “I really, really have to go to the bathroom.”
Brian gave a quiet “oh” and then was quiet. Angelica wiped her tears away and then grabbed her crotch with one hand. Now that she finally admitted it, she didn’t have to try to hide it anymore. She turned around again, holding herself and bobbing. Brian just watched this and didn’t seem to know how to react. Finally, he said, “Uh, wow. I’m sorry. Let’s, uh, let’s get going, then.” He turned his phone’s light back on and turned back the way they came. Angelica followed with her phone’s flashlight, intermittently squeezing her crotch. Now that she at least admitted it, she did feel some slight relief. But they would still have to find a bathroom, and fast.
~*~*~*~*~
“Gotta go real bad, Lils? I’ll bet all this jostling of the wagon is just making it harder, huh?”
Lily had turned away from the other girls and was now trying to tune them out and focus on holding it. “Shut up, Sam! It’s not funny!” She was surprised at herself, having been raised not to be so rude.
“Just think about something else. Like Niagara Falls. Or a huge glass of cold, clear water.” Sam couldn’t finish her sentence without laughing again. Most of the other girls were also laughing along, probably not knowing what effect their teasing was having. For poor Lily, on the other hand, all these jabs about having to pee were actually making her need feel more intense as a sympathetic reaction. She leaned over, drawing one leg up against the other like a stork, then crossed it over the other like a human pretzel. Her bladder kept tensing up to the point where she felt sure it would pop, before relaxing again. If only they would just get tired of teasing her and stop. Maybe then she could make it all the way back and wait in line without losing control. Maybe.
She bit on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, tensing every muscle in her body. Holding onto the rail of the wagon, she bent her legs into a crouch, then stood back up. With her other hand, she vigorously rubbed her thigh. Her teeth kept chattering.
The laughter from the other girls died down a little bit, and Lily hoped for a moment that they would actually leave her alone now. But Sam wasn’t done. “Just think about how good it would feel to just let go, though. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just let go, Lily.”
Lily gritted her teeth. “No! Cut it out!” she snapped over her shoulder.
Sam had a smirk on her face. “Come on, Lily. Just do it.” She lowered her voice. “Just pee. Pee in your pants. Wouldn’t that be nice and warm?”
Lily felt her mental stamina drying up. No! She couldn’t let Sam make her pee herself just by telling her to! She had to hold on! She switched hands on the rail of the wagon and buried her free hand deep in her crotch, holding on for all she was worth. If she could only hold on…if she could only hold on…
She bobbed up and down again, squeezing with her hand…
If she could only hold on…but she couldn’t hold on…
A groan escaped Lily’s lips as she felt her sphincter give way and a rush of hot, gushing urine spurt out into her pants. Her private parts immediately grew warm, and she felt the wetness and warmth spread to her hand a moment later. She gasped and let go of the rail to use both hands to hold back the impending flood. Incredibly, she actually succeeded in holding it back. Several spikes of pressure and pain followed the initial leak, threatening to open the valves again, but she was able to will them down, her bladder’s tensing coming under control. Given her condition, under any other circumstances, Lily would be proud of herself.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t in other circumstances, and Sam instantly realized what happened. “Oh my gosh, Lily, did you just pee? Seriously? Oh my gosh, that is so crazy. Are you really about to pee your pants, Lily? I can’t believe you just peed!” She put one hand over her mouth, both in surprise and to muffle her laughter. The other girls, who hadn’t been as aggressive in their teasing as Sam, now burst out laughing as well. Even the two boys in the back with them, though several years younger than Lily herself, also began to take notice, pointing and guffawing.
Cassandra quieted her snickering and joined in, “Lily, let us see. Did you really pee?”
Lily still had her head down, trying to keep from losing any more control. She removed one hand from her crotch to take hold of the rail again, but didn’t want to risk moving the other. Her underwear was already beginning to feel cold and clammy against her skin. She didn’t say anything, knowing that she was probably very red, and if Sam decided to keep pressing, she might actually succeed in making Lily totally flood her pants. She just had to hold on. Lifting her head, she took in the dark woods around. They were probably about halfway back.
~*~*~*~*~
They had been walking for maybe ten minutes, still in silence. The steadiness and monotony of walking through featureless woods helped Angelica feel like she was in control of her bladder again. She had let go of her crotch and was walking briskly. Soon, hopefully, they would be out of the woods, and then she would go pee. It would be close, but she could make it.
Brian gave a sudden cry and pointed. Angelica looked up from her fixed focus on the path to look. At last—there was a patch of faint twilight through the trees! They were almost out of the forest!
Angelica breathed out “at last!” and rushed forward past Brian. She reached the edge of the trees and looked out, hoping to see the farm grounds. Instead, she saw a wide field with a farmhouse at the far end of it. She scanned the edges of the field, looking for anything helpful or familiar. After not finding anything, she pulled out her phone again and checked it. Still no reception.
Brian came up beside her. Angelica turned to him, as if expecting him to know what to do now. “Have you seen this place before?” she asked. Brian’s eyes roved over the property before he finally shook his head. Angelica sighed. “Great. Now what?” Her bladder was hurting more now that they were out of the woods, and she began to bob slightly.
Brian looked at his phone also. “I still don’t have reception. Well, maybe if we start walking towards that house, we’ll find a road or something. Or maybe someone’s there and can tell us where we are. This might be part of the farm’s property, actually.”
Angelica stared at the farmhouse. All the lights were out, so she had assumed it was empty. But what if there were people inside, and they were just watching TV? Or went to be early? If there were people in the house, maybe they could help them find their way back. Or maybe…they could let her use the bathroom.
Once the thought entered her head, there was no setting it aside. With a sudden rush of desperation, Angelica took off running towards the house. She heard Brian after her call out, “Angelica, wait! What are you doing?” before following after her.
She hoped beyond hope that someone would be there. Relief—or potential relief, at least—promised to be close! Her whole abdomen ached from the pent-up deluge that she had been holding for so long. Her crotch began to tingle as needles shot through her bladder, bringing wave after wave of tensing, desperate pain. She could feel her urine come up the very tip of her sphincter, ready to rush free. Her bladder tightened, ready to be relieved.
No! Not yet! She had to hold on…she had to hold on. Her left hand went back into her groin, making her run slower. But she had to get there! She had to. Her thoughts were tumbling as quickly as her breathing. I can make it I’ve got to make it Please oh please let me make it I can’t lose control I can’t pee my pants Please please not in front of Brian I can hold it I can hold it I can’t hold it Yes I can No I can’t I’ve got to I’ve got to It hurts so much
Her breath was making plumes of mist that billowed past her head, and her eyes began to water and her throat began to feel sticky from dryness. Her heart was beating in her ears and her breathing was ragged, but she couldn’t stop now. She knew that if she did, it would be all over.
Almost there! The farmhouse was only thirty feet away now…now twenty…now ten, and she was bounding up the creaky wooden steps to the porch. She had hoped to see some sign of life through the windows—maybe the light from a TV, or phone, even a candle would have been a welcome sight. But as she had gotten closer, the house appeared more and more deserted. The paint on the porch was peeling, the canvas bench next to the door looked covered in dust, and the pot of dirt had no signs of any plant life. It could’ve been a postapocalyptic scene, for how abandoned and desolate it looked.
Angelica rushed up to the door and banged on it desperately with her free hand, her other one still acting as a dam against the floodwaters. She tried banging with her fist, and then her palm, trying to make as much noise as possible. The whole time, she had to keep bobbing and bouncing up and down to keep from losing control. In a fit of wild desperation, she even grabbed the door handle and wrenched and shook it, trying to let herself in.
She looked back over her shoulder. Brian was still catching up to her, not running like she had. She couldn’t let him see her like this—she had to pee! She had to get relief! Her bladder felt like an overinflated balloon inside her, ready to pop. She couldn’t remember ever having to pee this badly before, even on times when she had wet herself. An ocean of hot urine was pent up inside her, sending wave after wave of intense, shooting pain through her abdomen, and making all her muscles tense up all the way down into her thighs. Her hand kept trying to squeeze harder, to grip tighter—any way possible to win the fight that her sphincter was losing. She crossed her legs one way, then the other, while stinging, searing waves of desperation racked her bladder.
She kept rattling the door handle and banging on the door. This was her last and only hope. As a crescendo of desperate pain mounted, higher than before, she grabbed her crotch with her free hand as well and just shouted, trying to get someone’s attention. Someone, anyone!
She could hear Brian coming closer, calling after her. She went back to banging on the door, but she knew that no one would come before Brian arrived and saw her in such a humiliating display of needing a toilet. And that would be if someone came. But any hope inside her had its support swept out from under it by the dark despair of understanding, and she felt herself giving up.
Her bladder quivered, then tensed one final time, and then it was over. A hot jet of urine shot out into her underwear, instantly warming her crotch and spreading out under her hand. The spurt only lasted about two seconds, but now that her urine had tasted freedom, it wanted more. The leak was immediately followed by another, and then another. Angelica’s legs were shaking as she felt herself losing control, and her hand was now warm and wet. She kept banging on the door, not knowing what else to do. But then she gasped as her bladder finally had its way. After so long of waiting and holding back, she finally lost the battle.
She bent over, using her free hand to support herself against the door, as she lost all control and wet her pants. She could feel the wetness spread out around her hand in the front and across her butt in the back before venturing down her bent legs. As her pee reached the midpoint of her thighs, it broke off in streams that trickled and sprayed her calves and spattered on the porch. A stream also arced out directly from her crotch between her fingers, showering and splattering the porch and making a puddle grow around her feet.
Brian was almost at the porch. It was possible he couldn’t see she was wetting herself in the low light. In a last-ditch effort to retain her dignity, Angelica grabbed herself with both hands and clenched as hard as she could to try to cut off the flow. It tapered a little bit, but that was all. She tried again and succeeded, but then it came back in bursts. Only after a third attempt, squeezing with every muscle she had, was she able to stop peeing. During this time, her urine had shot out through her fingers and sprinkled all over the front door and even gotten the ends of her sleeves wet. Incredulous that she had actually succeeded in regaining control, she stood there, shaking, for a moment before realizing that Brian was now at the porch, and she didn’t want him to see her holding herself like a little girl with peed pants. With no good options, she quickly hobbled over to the canvas bench and sat on it, leaning forwards, trying to keep from losing any more liquid. Her pants and underwear were already beginning to feel cold.
Brian stepped up and stopped. Angelica could barely see his silhouette now against the starlit sky. He seemed confused at first, then called out tentatively, “Angelica?” He evidently couldn’t see her in the dark.
Angelica didn’t want to answer, but against her will, a high-pitched groan came out. She could see Brian turn his head toward her and take a step. “There you are. Are you okay?” But then a splip as she heard him step in her puddle and stop.
Angelica was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth chattering mercilessly now—from the cold, from adrenaline, from embarrassment, and from horrible fear that Brian was about to realize what she had done. As she shivered violently, more terrified than she could remember being, her control again gave way.
She let out a whimper as her panties rewarmed with urine. Since she was now sitting, she could feel the warmth travel down to her butt before pooling under her against the canvas. Now that the channels were open again, her willpower gave way entirely and her bladder tensed, turning her stream into a powerful hissing jet. She nearly passed out from how strongly she was peeing, combined with the blissful relief of the pain melting away in her abdomen. She was sure Brian would be able to hear the sharp hiss of her urination, but then the canvas fully saturated and began to dribble her pee onto the porch from underneath her bottom. As more and more pee pumped out of her, the dribble turned into a loud, splattering waterfall of humiliation and poor choices. She covered her face with her hands as the cacophony of splashing and spattering resounded clearly for Brian to hear. Her pee finally dribbled to a stop, but then she felt her bladder once more contract, and urine once again jetted out, spraying the inside of her underwear, and then pooling all around her butt before draining out to puddle loudly on the porch. Some even traveled up to the edge of the canvas before spilling over, soaking her calves and socks. She sat there, in defeat and embarrassment, until the flow finally ended, leaving only the dripping of the canvas. She was trembling with humiliation, and her jaw kept shaking as her wet pants now felt very cold and clammy against her skin. All in all, she had peed for probably over a minute.
She could hear Brian step in front of her, and then the rustling of cloth. “Here.” He said, and then Angelica could feel him putting his jacket over her shoulders.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was still facing away from the rest of the wagon, hand in her groin. The girls were still laughing and goading her, trying to see the damage from her momentary loss of control. Lily, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to lose any more.
Sam wouldn’t quit. “Come on, Lils, it’s funny. Just show us!” Lily’s hand and private parts were feeling cold now from the wetness, and she couldn’t let that make her pee any more. She rubbed her legs together and bent down and up again and said, “Stop it, Sam! It’s not funny.”
“I’d show everyone if it happened to me. It’s freaking hilarious.”
“No it’s not. Stop trying to get me to show you. I’m not going to.”
Sam gave a sigh of annoyance. Then she started again, “Wait a second. Do you still really have to go?”
“Shut up, Sam!”
“Oh my gosh, you do! You’re actually about to pee your pants!”
“I am not!”
Sam began a mocking chant. “Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants!”
Lily had to double over and raise up one leg to stay in control. Her urine felt cheered on by Sam and wanted liberation. But at that moment, possibly because of how loud the girls were getting, Uncle Pete seemed to realize what was happening and called back, “Sam, you and the girls quit teasing her, right now. Got it?”
The girls were respectful enough to recognize when they were being justly scolded and broke off teasing, mumbling apologies. Lily was grateful for this seemingly divine intervention, though she still had to stay bent over to remain in control. But maybe now that the girls had laid off, she would be able to make it.
Unfortunately for her, though, even though the girls felt Uncle Pete’s authority enough to obey him, the same could not be said for the two boys. They had joined in laughing with the rest of the girls at Lily’s plight, and now, in the quiet, they acted. Lily was doubled over, facing out of the wagon, meaning her rear was jutting out for all to see. For the boys, at their stage of puberty, a girl’s butt occupied the most fascinating intersection of what is funny or gross with what is hot, and it was like an electromagnet for their attention. They were still snickering and pointing, and then one had an idea and whispered it to the other.
Poor Lily’s rear end made the perfect target for two streams of cold water from the boys’ water guns. She gave a loud gasp as they hit, giving a sudden frigid shock to her backside. She unbent violently, grabbing her butt with both hands. Whether the boys meant it or not, the shock of cold combined with the break in her concentration to form a perfect storm of pee desperation.
Lily gasped again as she realized that she was now peeing full force into her pants. As she continued to try to hold herself from behind, it only had the effect of forcing all her pee forward, making a wide wet stain spread out hungrily from her crotch, expanding the existing borders of her wet spot all across the front of her pants. She stood there, twitching and gasping, as the warm wetness made its way down her thighs. She still had one hand in her crotch between her butt cheeks, and now used the other one to try to hold herself from the front. It was to no avail. Hot pee continued to force itself through her fingers, now spreading out under her butt and down the backs of her thighs. By now, the boys and the girls saw clearly what was happening, and despite Uncle Pete’s warning, burst out in laughter again, with some of the girls also giving moans of disgust as they saw how badly Lily was wetting herself.
The flow ebbed somewhat, but then the embarrassment at her predicament washed over her and made her bladder once more tense up. She groaned and bent forward suddenly, the hand in her backside now moving to the rail of the wagon for stability. More laughter and a fresh grossed-out moan emanated from the girls as a new jet of pee sprayed into her underwear, causing a stream to arc out directly from her protruding rear and spray out over the hay. Cassandra and Sam even had to take a step back to keep from getting wet. As the wagon continued bouncing over the uneven ground, her butt jostled back and forth, hosing down the hayride with its pee stream like a lawn sprinkler.
The flow of urine finally died down to its last few trickles, spurting weakly into her sodden panties. Lily put a hand over her mouth in shock and sank down to sit on the hay, feeling the pee squish over her bottom as she did so. The wagon rumbled to a stop. They had arrived.
~Aftermath~
After Angelica was able to collect herself, Brian convinced her to come with him to try to find the main road. She winced as she stood up and her pee poured down her legs and into her shoes. It was slow going at first, because of how uncomfortably wet and squishy her jeans and especially her socks and shoes were, and she shivered with cold and had to hug Brian’s jacket tighter around her, while trying not to get it wet at all. She was still mortified at what had happened and just wanted to be alone.
When walking around to the side of the farmhouse, they found a dirt road that led out into the trees again. Following this, they found that very shortly after it entered the woods and turned to the right, it reached the main highway. Angelica nearly shed tears of relief that they were no longer lost. Brian pulled out his phone again, found that he now had a bar of signal, and looked up where they were relative to the farm. As it turned out, it was only about a quarter-mile walk, and there was enough light from the moon to help them find their way.
Angelica kept silent, feeling embarrassed and also angry at herself for the unwise decisions that led to her wetting herself. She was somewhat surprised to find that she didn’t really feel angry at Brian, even though he was the one who had gotten them lost. At one point during their walk, with their breath showing up clearly in white puffs of moonlight in the frigid air, she could see that Brian was also shivering without his jacket. A sense of pity softened her embarrassment and anger as she realized that during the whole ordeal, he too had very likely been scared—scared and guilty. At this point, he also probably felt awkward about her peeing her pants. He could have been a major jerk about it, but instead, he was acting as much like a gentleman as he could. Angelica smiled sadly on one side of her face as she thought about how under other circumstances, things might have worked out between them.
Once they reached the farm again, Angelica knew they would have to break the ice. Standing in the field of cars, she quietly removed Brian’s jacket and held it out to him. “Thanks.” She said.
Brian slowly took it from her. “You’re sure you don’t need it?”
“I think I’m just going to stay by our car until my mom comes back.”
“Oh.” A pause. Then, “I could stay with you, if you like.”
A lump formed in Angelica’s throat. Brian was acting so sweetly towards her. If only it didn’t make things worse right now. She swallowed, then said, “No, I…I think I’d just like to be by myself right now.” She tried to sound surer than she felt.
“Okay.” Brian sounded abashed. He looked down and shuffled one foot in the gravelly dirt before speaking up again, “Look, Angelica…um…I’m really sorry about what…what happened. I, I didn’t think things would go the way they did.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Other than everything that went wrong, I really did enjoy the time with you.”
Angelica gave a sad laugh that could just as easily have been a sob. Still looking at the ground, she finally gave back a flat “Thanks.” Then she worked up the courage to look Brian in the eyes, the first time she had since she peed herself, and said, “I did too.”
Brian looked back into her eyes and didn’t answer. For a fleeting second, a rush of excitement surged up through her as she thought he was about to kiss her. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Um, so, I guess I’ll see you around?”
Angelica gave another crestfallen chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, see you around.”
Brian gave a kind of grimly awkward closed-mouthed smile and a half-hearted wave. Angelica reciprocated the wave as he turned and walked away. Once alone, she sighed, then remembered that she still didn’t know if anyone had been trying to reach her, and pulled out her phone. It had reception again, but thankfully there was only one text, from Jackie, which simply read, “yo girl where u at?” Angelica didn’t really want to answer, and she didn’t want to tell her mom what happened just yet, still feeling too sheepish. She decided to wait a little while longer, maybe until her mom was ready to leave. They had planned to leave at eight, and it was now nearly seven forty-five.
Angelica waited, leaning against the back door of their hatchback. She had to hug herself tightly to keep warm, and the cold was also making her bladder sensitive as it steadily refilled. She shuffled her feet and debated just calling her mom and asking to leave now.
As the occasional person or group of people entered the parking area to head home, Angelica always delicately repositioned herself to make sure they couldn’t see her. She didn’t want anyone else, even a stranger, to see that she had had an accident. Hearing a new group of people walking up, she began to do the same, until she peeked around the car and saw who they were. It was Mrs. Wells and Lily. Mrs. Wells was talking softly, and Lily wasn’t saying anything in return. As they came out from between the cars, they stopped, and Angelica could see that Lily also had wet her pants, almost as badly as she herself had, from the looks of it. Mrs. Wells said something to Lily, with her hand on her shoulder, then walked away. Lily sat down on the rear fender of her car and shivered, sighing out clouds of mist.
Seeing Lily before, when the fear of an accident was still present, had seemed like a nightmare, or like a threat. But now that they both had apparently peed themselves, Lily’s presence seemed almost like a kind of grace. Angelica didn’t know if it was just a form of misery loving company, but it seemed to have the same kind of sensation as that of being afraid of a ghost but then realizing that you really do wish you could see your dead grandma again. Now that the worst had passed, it was better to be able to share it.
She watched as Lily continued to shiver and then wiped her eyes and nose. Was she crying? Angelica hadn’t been able to tell, but it looked like it. It surprised her. Wasn’t Lily more used to peeing her pants, due to her sympathetic spastic bladder? Angelica hadn’t cried when she wet herself in front of Brian, and that seemed like the worst kind of way to have an accident. Could it be that Lily felt the same embarrassment afresh every time she lost bladder control? Could it be that it was actually made worse by the fact that she knew it wasn’t a fluke or a freak accident, but rather an ongoing condition?
Could it be that she just needed a friend who knew what it felt like?
Even though her refilling bladder was starting to become uncomfortable, Angelica slipped out from behind her car and walked over to Lily. Lily was looking the other direction and didn’t notice Angelica until she sat down next to her on the Wellses’ car fender. She turned around sharply, startled, then looked with a shocked expression at Angelica. She quickly wiped a hand across her eyes and nose before her gaze shifted down to Angelica’s pants. Her eyes grew wider, then she raised her head back up to face Angelica again.
“Hey, Lily.” Angelica’s voice was quiet. Lily didn’t say anything, so Angelica tried again. “How’ve you been?”
Lily looked down at Angelica’s pants again. At last she spoke, in voice barely above a whisper, “You—you peed your pants too.”
Angelica gave a little laugh and also looked down. “Yep. I guess we both did, huh.”
Lily’s face scrunched up slightly, as though she were about to cry. Instead, she just blew a frustrated sigh out of her mouth, forming a billowing puff of white condensation.
Angelica put her arm around Lily. “Hey, it’s okay. It could happen to anyone, right? It happened to me when we first met, didn’t it? It’s no big deal.” She wasn’t sure if she actually meant what she said or not, considering how awful her embarrassment had felt. But it was easier to be strong about it when it was for someone else, and in a strange way, her words also began to feel truer to her own self.
Lily looked at the ground. “After last year, I—I didn’t think you’d ever want to talk to me again.” She looked up at Angelica. “That happens to me. A lot. People—people act all weird around me after they see…this.” She looked down at her wet pants.
Angelica shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her bladder was refilling quicker than it had before, probably from being worn out and overly stretched earlier. She tried to think of how to respond without sounding either insensitive or trite. Eventually she decided to just be honest. “Well, I think I probably felt the same way. I didn’t want to have to try again at friendship because I knew all we’d be thinking about was when we both had…an accident.” She stumbled slightly on the end of her sentence, since as she said it, she felt her sphincter relaxing and pee about to come out, and she had to actively clench to hold it back. “But…maybe this is a way for us to try again, now.” She faced Lily with a smile on one side of her face.
Lily looked back at Angelica and gave a tentative smile in return. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Angelica wondered if anyone had ever actively wanted to be her friend before. She gave Lily a squeeze with the arm around her shoulder and herself a squeeze with her thighs. She would have to go and find a toilet after all—her need was just getting worse and worse. She looked around at the parked cars and asked, “Where’s your mom?”
Lily stood and turned back in the direction that her mom had gone and pointed. “She went to get some paper towels to cover my seat with.” Angelica also stood, her bladder suddenly contracting and sending pain through her abdomen down into her legs. She had to quickly lean over and grab herself with her hands before she could regain control. Once she did, she immediately stood up straight and stopped holding herself, not wanting Lily to see. In the distance, in the direction Lily had pointed, she could see Mrs. Wells walking up with a roll of paper towels in her left hand.
Lily noticed Angelica’s fidgeting out of the corner of her eye and looked back at her with a face of concern. “Do—do you have to pee again?”
Despite the fact that they had both already peed themselves, Angelica blushed. “Uh, yeah. I, uh, I think I’d better go…find a bathroom.” She had to put her hand in her crotch again. “I’d also rather not be seen by your mom like this.” She started bouncing up and down. Her desperation was coming back so much faster than before.
Lily stared at her with her mouth open and a face of apprehension. Angelica noticed that her legs were also starting to squeeze open and closed. She remembered when they had first met, and how her accident had basically caused Lily’s. She didn’t want the same thing to happen again—and she needed to find a bathroom quickly, before it did!
She bit down on her lip and gave a quick little wave to Lily with her free hand before waddling off in the direction of the port-a-potties. Her bladder was tingling and quivering, no longer having the stamina to hold back any pee at all, it seemed. Her pants were still damp, though not soaked like they had been before, and the cold of the material as she gripped her crotch with her hand reminded her again of the feeling of losing the battle against her urine and the relief that followed. Her pants were already wet, after all…
No! She couldn’t have a defeatist attitude like that. Even if she couldn’t make it to the port-a-potties, maybe she could at least make it to the trees surrounding the field of cars and pee there. Angelica had never peed outside and felt disgusted at the idea, but it beat peeing outside but in her clothes.
As she thought about relief, though, her sphincter apparently liked the idea. With a stifled groan, she heard a pss and felt a spurt of urine leak out into her already-wet panties, warming the area around her private parts again. Unlike before, when she still had some strength left in her muscles, this time she couldn’t cut off the flow. As soon as the one leak ended, another began, and Angelica realized with chagrin that she was officially peeing her pants, again.
She staggered up to her car, hand still in crotch, knees bent inward. She could feel the pee refreshing the dampness into wetness all around her crotch and in between her legs, spreading also under her butt and across the backs of her thighs. She sighed and let go. The intermittent trickles transformed into a steady stream, instantly flooding down her legs again and pouring out in a cascade from under her butt cheeks to splatter noisily on the pebbly grass. The wetness also reached the cuff of her jeans on her right leg and poured out, wetting her tennis shoe and making a puddle in the dirt.
Angelica brushed the hair out of her eyes as she once again had an accident, unable to control herself. She let out a deep breath as she gave in, emptying her bladder of every drop. She turned her head back to where Lily was standing, several cars down.
Lily’s mom had come back and was saying something to Lily, motioning with the paper towel roll before moving to the passenger seat of their car. But Lily was staring after Angelica (who was far enough by now that Lily’s mom didn’t see her). As she gaped at Angelica, watching her clear loss of bladder control, Angelica saw Lily’s wet pants also go shiny all over the crotch once again. Lily’s pee fled its prison as she watched Angelica, unable to do anything about it. The wetness spread down both legs before spilling out of her left pants leg and creating a puddle on the ground. Her tennis shoes, which had been mostly spared in the hayride due to being buried in hay, now soaked up the contents of her bladder, becoming squishy and uncomfortable. Lily’s mom popped out again from where she had been apparently laying down a protective layer on the seat and sighed, realizing she would have to add several more layers.
Angelica blushed and mouthed an “I’m sorry” to Lily. While glad that she and Lily could start over at being friends, she hoped that these incidents would not become a defining feature of their friendship. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. It was a text from her mom, reading, “Where are you? Time to go.” She leaned back against her car, staring absentmindedly as Lily delicately maneuvered herself into her own, and wondered what she would say to her mom once she came. |
Chapter 3 - Haunted House
Specific tags: fear induced accident, bedwetting, messing
Angelica tried to put a brave face on.
The truth was, she didn’t want to be here. As in, really didn’t want to be here. She would much rather be back at her home, rereading the Little House on the Prairie series for the fourth or fifth time. Growing up, her family had never been much into Halloween at all, her mom being overly cautious about poisoned candy or stranger danger. So if she had it her way, she wouldn’t even be out trick-or-treating, much less at a haunted house. It was all Lily’s idea, and although she had told her repeatedly that she wouldn’t enjoy it, Lily continued to insist that she might, and would she please just try it with her? Angelica sighed and rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up.
Ever since they had restarted their friendship the year before—albeit by bonding over peeing themselves—the two had quickly become like the sisters they had never had growing up. Angelica was definitely the more reserved of the two, usually preferring indoor activities and not liking late nights, but Lily could usually coax her out of her shell and her comfort zone. It was Lily who had persuaded her to try surfing at a nearby water park (though she failed abysmally at it), it was Lily who had gotten her into laser tag, and it had been Lily’s idea for them to dress up as period characters and crash a Civil War reenactment, secretly fueling Angelica’s love for historical fiction. Nowadays the two could barely be found without each other nearby.
Angelica was also more used to Lily’s condition now. Having what was described as a “sympathetic spastic bladder,” Lily had a much greater difficulty with bladder control than normal. Witnessing someone else need a toilet, or even being suggested the idea of needing a toilet, would create a sympathetic urge in her, sometimes even to the point of involuntary voiding. This had happened when Angelica first met her, and it had happened again—twice—when they met again. Since that time, it had occurred one or two times more, but Angelica was somewhat surprised to find that it wasn’t as common an occurrence as she had assumed beforehand—certainly not common enough for it to be what defined Lily’s identity. It was unfortunate that for so many people, all Lily was was “the girl who pees her pants.” They were missing out on friendship with someone who was really cool to know.
Thinking about that right now softened Angelica’s irritation a little, but then she remembered where they were and went right back to being mad at Lily. She brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes in irritation. She could have just said no. She should have just said no. Why did she let Lily convince her that any of this could be fun at all? Where’s the enjoyment in getting scared? Although she had on jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a jacket over it to boot, she kept rubbing her arms up and down and couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering.
Lily, on the other hand, looked like a kid in a candy store. She was bouncing up and down with an excited grin on her face, her blonde hair bouncing back and forth in a ponytail with her. Angelica glowered at her blue shorts and T-shirt. How was she not even cold? It was Halloween night, and they could both clearly see their breath. The sky was overcast and completely black, but there were bright lights illuminating the path up to “Fright Mansion,” the haunted house considered by multiple macabrely glowing endorsements on their signs to be the most terrifying experience in the state. Great. Just what Angelica needed. She already felt fluttery in her chest from nerves, and they were still just standing in line.
Lily turned towards Angelica. “This is gonna be so much fun, just wait!” Angelica didn’t answer. She knew it was just Lily’s attempt at passing the time while they waited to enter, and any attempt at a response would probably be one of annoyance—and she didn’t want to start an argument. The truth was that it was mostly her nervousness that was turning into anger. If she could just get through this, maybe they could both have a good laugh about it and also agree to never do anything like it again. She blew out a puff of air, then said, more sharply than she meant to, “Aren’t you cold at all?”
Lily didn’t seem to notice Angelica’s moodiness. “Yeah, kinda. But mostly excited. You’ve really never done a haunted house before?” She sounded incredulous.
Angelica huffed. “No, and I didn’t want to, either. I don’t know why I went along with this.”
Lily bumped her shoulder against Angelica’s and responded good-naturedly, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Can you at least promise me you’ll try to have fun?” She gave Angelica her how-can-you-hate-this-look grin.
Angelica rolled her eyes. She was annoyed, and she wanted to stay that way. But, much as she didn’t want to admit it, she knew from past experiences of Lily getting her to try something new that it usually went better than she expected. She also knew she couldn’t stay grumpy with that goofy smile of Lily’s boring into her. Finally, as the corner of her mouth started rebelling upwards, she let out a “Fine.”
Lily gave a triumphant little cackle and rubbed her hands together. Angelica just shook her head at how seamlessly Lily had taken on the role of little sister to her. They had even arranged for Lily to sleep over at Angelica’s house that night. When they had first planned it, Angelica had thought that would mean staying up talking and laughing in their pajamas, but then Lily assumed they would go out and do something first, and since they were too old for trick-or-treating, that of course meant a haunted house. So now here they were, and Angelica just kept reminding herself that the sleepover was waiting for them on the other side of this. Her older brother Patrick was also home from college for the weekend, along with a friend of his whose name Angelica didn’t know, and they were probably just going to stay at home and play Call of Duty—so why couldn’t she and Lily just stay in, too?
The line moved forwards slightly, bringing the two girls closer to the entrance. From here, if she craned her neck, Angelica could see some of the inside of the lobby area. It looked to be dimly lit and covered with fake cobwebs, but still with a jarringly bright EXIT sign, which ruined the illusion but was doubtless a legal requirement. Her thoughts drifted as she brushed another strand of her hair out of her eyes. What kinds of laws governed haunted houses? Did you have to sign a waiver or something? Did people often get hurt? Did people ever have heart attacks in haunted houses? She thought about Fright Mansion’s website, with its black theme and red, dripping text, and how the photo gallery boasted numerous pictures of people making the most terrified faces as they had the ever-loving willies scared out of them. She even thought, with a frown, of the section further down in the photo gallery, where those who had been so badly scared that they lost bladder control smiled sheepishly and showed off their wet spots. Some had just been small stains, undoubtedly from a minor spurt at a jump scare, but a handful—all women, now that she thought about it—had completely soaked their pants in pure terror. Those who consented to having their picture shown received a free T-shirt, which sounded like an okay tradeoff until you realized that the shirt said on it, in bold letters, “I peed my pants at Fright Mansion.” Apparently the kind of people that enjoyed getting scared would also find that more of a boast than an embarrassment.
Angelica scanned the building and its surroundings, turning first one way, then the other. Did they even have bathrooms around here? There weren’t any that she could see. That, combined with the long wait, made it almost seem as though they wanted people to pee themselves. It figured. It was the kind of thing that a haunted house lived for, probably. She silently gauged her own need for a toilet and contented herself that she was all right, for now.
Just then, though, a shrill scream from her right made her jump nearly out of her skin, followed by various shrieks in response from those around her. After her heart started again, she turned toward the source to see a Fright Mansion worker in a zombie costume, complete with decaying flesh makeup, retreating from where they had crept up unseen next to the line and gotten in a free scare before the people had even started the haunted house. The shrieks dissipated into laughs and chit-chat, both of excitement and nerves. However, one group of people, several places behind Angelica in line, suddenly burst out into loud guffaws. She turned to see what the cause was, as did others nearby. There were too many people blocking her view, though, and she was about to face forward again when she saw a young woman, probably only a few years older than she was herself, waddle-jogging away from the line. Underneath her butt was a fresh dark wet spot. Those who saw her pointed and laughed to each other. It seemed for most people to merely spur on their eagerness for the experience.
Angelica turned back forwards, hugging herself for warmth. She noticed that Lily hadn’t seen the girl have an accident, and for a brief moment she wished that she had. Maybe if Lily saw someone pee themselves, it would make her less fired up about going through a haunted house. But Lily was still facing forwards, twisting back and forth with excitement and impatience. Angelica opened her mouth to say something to Lily, then thought better of it and closed her mouth again.
After waiting for several more minutes, they were finally inside the entrance to the haunted house. The décor here was simple, mostly low light on peeling red wallpaper and a generally decrepit atmosphere, with a worker dressed as a ghoulish butler letting people enter intermittently. It was warmer in the lobby, out of the wind, and Angelica was able to stop shivering. Her eyes wandered over the decayed look of the anteroom, while creepy organ music and assorted unsettling sound effects played over speakers in the corners. Lily nudged her arm. “Cool, right? I think you’re gonna have fun, Angie.”
Angelica was still taking in the look of the room and gave a non-committal “yeah, we’ll see.” Then she looked Lily in the eye. “Do you think they have any bathrooms here?”
Lily laughed, “Why, do you have to go?”
“No, but I thought maybe you’d want to. You know, if it gets too scary.”
Lily gave her a questioning glance. “What are you talking about? Besides, you’ll probably be more scared than me.”
Angelica ignored the last remark and felt as though the conversation had progressed organically enough that she could be direct. “You know, the people that get scared, and…you know…” She gave Lily a look that was meant for her to infer the rest.
Lily laughed again, but Angelica thought it didn’t sound as confident as before. “You mean the ones that pee their pants? Nah, I’ll be fine. I don’t think that kind of thing happens all that often, anyway.”
Angelica knew that at this point she was passively-aggressively trying to dissuade Lily from wanting to go on, and she felt a little twinge of guilt. Nevertheless, she continued, “Huh, okay. ’Cause it actually happened to a girl in line behind us.”
Lily’s smile began to fade. “What? You’re kidding, right? You saw it? What, what happened?”
“One of the people from the haunted house snuck up and scared a bunch of people in line. I saw her leaving the line afterwards.” Angelica tried to play indifference.
Lily’s face fell. “Seriously? You’re serious? You’re not joking?” Angelica shook her head and Lily swallowed. After a few moments, though, she simply pronounced, “Well, we can’t turn back now. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” With that, she resolutely faced forward again, and, as if on cue, the butler pulled back the curtain and motioned for them to enter. Angelica grumbled to herself that her plan had failed and they would be going through with this after all, while simultaneously feeling her breath quicken from apprehension. Lily apparently had steelier nerves than she had, though Angelica did notice Lily subtly rub her thighs together as they entered.
After passing through a dark and claustrophobic hallway, they came into the first room. It immediately presented itself as a standard Gothic mansion atmosphere, with very low lighting and sudden unsettling sounds coming from random corners of the room. Angelica found herself slowing her pace to a nervous shuffle and swallowing repeatedly. Her eyes darted to every dim recess, trying to anticipate where the first scare would come from.
Suddenly, she felt something grab at her leg. She gave an involuntary shriek and jumped sideways into Lily, who also yelped and then started to laugh. She had barely begun, though, when a grotesquely tall, deathly pale vampire emerged directly beside them in a terrifying instant. Both girls screamed, with Angelica feeling all her nerve endings jump on end as if she had been shocked by electricity. It didn’t help that Lily had immediately seized Angelica’s arm with a death grip and nearly climbed on top of her. As soon as they found their feet again, they bolted for the end of the room, only to be cut off by a giant bat dropping down right in front of them and screeching. They both screamed again, falling against the wall to dodge the bat, and then found they were in a hallway again.
Lily doubled over in high-pitched laughter, but Angelica was still breathing hard and trying to calm her heartrate. They were really going to go through an entire house-worth of this? She already felt like she was done, after only one room! She still couldn’t believe people did this to themselves willingly. Closing her eyes, she held one hand on her chest, trying to placate the heavy thumping. Her brain attempted to soothe itself, telling her that everything in this place was merely composed of makeup and elaborate special effects. As she repeated this to herself, she could feel Lily lean up against the wall next to her, also breathing hard. “What do you think, Angie? Having fun yet?” She gave another nervous giggle.
Angelica merely moaned in response, causing Lily to put her arm around her. “Come on, let’s keep moving.” At least the faster they went through the house, the sooner they’d be out. Angelica opened her eyes again and followed the light rope on the edges of the floor guiding them forward. Almost right away, though, she stopped short, as she saw an unmistakable fork in the hallway. “Wait…which way do we go?” Her voice was higher pitched than she meant for it to be.
“Didn’t you see it on the website? Part of what makes this place so cool is that it has different ways through it, so you never get the same experience twice.” Angelica couldn’t imagine anyone going through it more than once on purpose, and she knew that there was no way she would say yes if Lily wanted to go a second time. But then a horrible thought came to her, and she blurted out, “Wait, does that mean we can get lost in here?” Her stomach tightened at the idea.
Lily chose the left path and began leading Angelica that way. “No, I don’t think so. It’s like, you can take different ways through, but they all go forward. I think if we got turned around we’d run into other people coming through and figure it out.” Angelica’s fears subsided at hearing this, and she found that the relief made her almost eager to face the next room. They could do this. Maybe Lily was right and she would end up having fun—or at least not hating it quite as much, if she was being realistic. She did notice at the same time, though, that she was starting to feel the need for a toilet. Hopefully if Fright Mansion used up enough floor space on branching paths, any one of the individual paths through would be foreshortened.
They entered the next room, which had the look of a ransacked hospital. Fluorescent lights flickered ominously above them, and blood was smeared across the floor and walls. On the floor were several dismembered corpses, and on an examination table, a disfigured doctor was in the process of disemboweling an unfortunate victim. The two entered gingerly, glancing around at any unlit areas where they could expect someone or something to jump out at them. Suddenly, the lights blinked out for a second, and Lily gasped loudly and violently grabbed Angelica’s arm again, scaring her almost more than anything from the previous room. Angelica jumped, feeling the same shock of adrenaline surge through her body, sending prickles over all of her skin, and now also through her bladder. As the shock began to subside, she let out an irritated “Lily!” Lily merely responded with high-strung laughter as the two sidestepped their way across the room.
Except at that moment, the eviscerated body on the table lurched upwards with a soulless yell, reaching out to grab the girls with blood-soaked hands. Both girls screamed and leapt backwards, and Angelica tripped on something and fell down onto a lumpy pile, with Lily, who was still gripping her arm, following right on top. As they scrambled to get to their feet again, Angelica swung her head around and saw what they had landed on. It was a pile of corpses and body parts, each mutilated in its own grotesquely creative fashion. She screamed again and frantically tried to get her feet under her, when something even worse happened.
The pile of corpses began to move.
With an unearthly groan, the dead bodies reached for her and Lily, trying to grab hold of them, to force the girls to join in their damned state. She could feel her mind reeling, her previous attempts at rationality rapidly dissipating as she beheld the gruesome spectacle. Her brain was at a loss to explain away what she was witnessing as simply a special effect, and instead found itself utterly under the sway of raw, primal fear. This must be why Fright Mansion was rated so highly as a haunted house.
All these thoughts flew through her in a split second. In the moment, she fell backwards onto her butt, and instead of trying to get up again, found herself crawling backwards away as fast as she could. Her shoulder slammed painfully into the surgeon’s table, the jolt of pain snapping some focus back into her. She grabbed her shoulder instinctively, then spun to her left to get on her hands and knees. From there, she propelled herself upwards and forwards, toward the exit of the room.
Once in the hallway, Angelica leaned against the wall and let the fear drain out of her. Her body was jittery all over, and she had to grip herself tightly to quell the shaking. As she calmed herself down, she noticed with a start that Lily hadn’t come out of the room yet. At the same time, she noticed a strange squishy feeling in her underwear. With one hand, she apprehensively reached down and felt her crotch. Her hand felt dry, but as soon as she touched herself there, it was clear that her underwear were not dry. In the intensity of terror, she must have spurted some, and she could feel her face reddening at the realization. Her thoughts went back to the pictures on the website and to the girl in the line. Were they just like her, thinking such a thing wouldn’t happen to them and only finding out they were wrong too late? Also, could some of those pictures have come not from a sudden total loss of control, but rather a series of continual leaks? Her own bladder was feeling tighter now, and she wished she could just empty it out. At this rate, she would run the risk of leaking more and more as they progressed.
At that moment, Lily burst into the darkened corridor and immediately collapsed onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh of relief. Angelica hurriedly looked up from her pants and pulled her hand away, not wanting Lily to see. At least there didn’t seem to be any wet spot.
Lily was laughing from the floor. “Where’d you go, Angie? You just left me in there!”
Angelica started to protest, “I thought you were right behind me!” But as Lily kept laughing, it was apparent that she wasn’t upset. Unlike Angelica, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this. Angelica reached her hand down to help Lily up, wondering to herself if, in a twist of fate, it would be she who would emerge from this experience wet and Lily dry. That would be different. Even though she was used to Lily’s bladder issues by now and wasn’t fazed by them, the idea of a role reversal decidedly did not appeal to her. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if that were selfish of her or not. Either way, the quicker they got through the haunted house, the better.
~*~*~*~*~
The two friends continued through the haunted house, Lily trying to pick a route that seemed less taken to her. Angelica soon realized, regrettably, that she had been wrong in thinking that multiple paths meant a notably shorter experience. This place was apparently a lot bigger than she had given it credit, with demented scene following demented scene in a seemingly interminable fashion. By now, though, she felt more inured to the jump scares and terrifying vistas thrust upon them through differing shades of sensory overload. Not that she stopped screaming or jumping. Not in the slightest—especially not with Lily by her. Half the time Angelica felt as though she were more frightened by Lily’s screams and jumps than by what she was screaming and jumping at.
She did, however, manage to keep from leaking any more, at least noticeably. It helped that she was now much more aware of the state of her bladder and focused on staying in control. Unfortunately, this was only in part due to vigilance. It was also because as they progressed, her need to pee kept increasing gradually. She was not in a hurry to broadcast that information, however.
Looking over at Lily, Angelica wondered if she was in a similar situation. She did seem nervous and…bouncy…but that could easily be chalked up to jitters or excitement from being in a haunted house. Neither of them had had a lot to drink, so Lily probably didn’t have to go very much. Then why did she herself need to go as badly as she did? Could nerves make your kidneys overproduce?
As they exited the most recent area (a nightmarish and oppressive industrial complex straight out of a slasher flick or Alien film), Angelica rubbed her thighs up and down. Surely they were nearing the end, but the longer it took, the more urgent the signals from her bladder became. If she could only know how much further relief would be, it would help. But this waiting…especially when every room was an exercise in mental—and vesical—fortitude.
This corridor had a bend at the end, and a dim red light could be seen from around the corner. Upon turning, it revealed itself as an EXIT sign above a steel fire door labeled “EMERGENCY EXIT” in large letters, though with numerous additions of fine print below. For a brief moment, Angelica considered just plowing through the door and admitting how much she had to pee. Come what may, at least that way she’d get the whole experience behind her. But she quickly dismissed the thought. No. She was in control, and she could stay in control. She breathed deeply. No matter what kinds of monstrous entities awaited them in whatever hellish setting the next room held, she would not lose her grip on her bladder.
When they entered the next room, however, the sudden change in tone caused both girls to start up short. Rather than any of the macabre, shocking, or gruesome settings they had been faced with up to this point, this room had nothing in it but a full-length mirror at the far end with a single recessed bulb glowing warmly over it. There wasn’t even an exit from the room that was visible. The emptiness and quiet lent the whole atmosphere a sense of eerie suspense. Both girls could feel it. Every other setting had set them on edge, waiting for something to jump out. But this one—it was so startlingly different in its feel that Angelica could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was less of an adrenaline-fueled sudden fright and more of a profound existential dread. Her bladder also began tightening again, and she had to shuffle her thighs back and forth to maintain control. Her panties were feeling uncomfortably cool against her skin from leaking before, but she didn’t want Lily to know about that. Looking over at her, she saw that Lily too seemed abnormally fidgety.
Angelica leaned over to Lily and whispered to her. Somehow, this room made her afraid to raise her voice. “We passed that emergency exit in the hallway. Let’s just go back there and leave.” She hoped that Lily too would be sufficiently creeped out—and need the bathroom enough—that she would agree.
Lily didn’t respond. Instead, as if in a trance, she began moving forwards, gaze fixed on the mirror. Angelica watched as Lily was drawn, in eerily slow stride, towards her reflection. She could feel her breath quickening in suspense but couldn’t make her feet move. She merely stood there watching, powerless to intervene at all.
Time seemed to slow down as Lily neared the glass. Her eyes never left those of her reflection’s, which was deathly pale with a cold sweat breaking on the brow. She entered the glow of the light and finally came to a stop, still staring at herself in silence, the only sound being her frightened and shaky breathing. Angelica, on the other hand, had seemingly forgotten to breathe. Both girls waited in absolute dread, and Angelica found she had to grab her crotch with her hand as her nerves shot needles through her bladder.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bulb above the mirror flickered, causing Lily to jump. Then, so suddenly as to leave her unable to react, but still clear enough to tell what was happening, there appeared behind her reflection in the mirror a dark and ghastly apparition. It was directly behind her, its vacuous face visible over her shoulder. Before she could even turn around or jump back, in one swift motion it raised its arm to her reflection’s throat and slashed it open with a long knife. Her reflection threw its head back as blood sprayed out, coating the glass.
The scene was so sudden, so shocking, and so horrifying, that Lily, unlike the short shrieks of previous rooms, let out a legitimate scream. Her hands shot to her throat as she stumbled back, momentarily convinced that what she had just seen was somehow real. She reeled backwards and fell down, still screaming and alternately moving her hands to cover her face, her chest, and then her throat again. Angelica couldn’t clearly see what Lily had seen in the mirror, and so when Lily had such an extreme reaction, she too screamed and jumped. The suddenness caused another jet of urine to spurt out into her underwear, rewarming the area around her crotch before she could get it under control again.
Lily now sat crumpled on the floor, her screams having subsided into terrified sobs. Angelica had never seen her so genuinely scared before and ran over to her to see if she was okay. She put her hand on Lily’s shoulder as Lily continued to bawl, her hands covering her face. She was shaking violently all over, and as Angelica knelt down to console her, she heard a new sound.
A hissing noise could be heard above Lily’s crying in the quiet of the room. Angelica looked down at Lily’s pants, and immediately knew what the noise was. A wet spot had formed at Lily’s crotch and was now spreading out slowly across her thighs, turning her shorts a darker blue. The hissing was now accompanied by dribbling as the urine spread to the floor and began making a puddle. Lily was peeing her pants in sheer terror, unable to control herself. The wetness spread down over her right thigh and pooled out from there, with a separate pool emanating from her butt as her pee continued to flow through the saturated cloth and trickle out with a spatter into the puddle. Angelica found she had to stand again as the liquid spread to her knee in order to keep from getting her pants wet, too.
The flow subsided fairly quickly, and Lily wiped her hand across her eyes and nose, sniffling, to clean up her face. Her other hand she was now using to hold her crotch self-consciously. Her face was red and her tears had morphed into little embarrassed hiccups. Angelica was standing next to her, her hand still on Lily’s shoulder, who was looking down at the floor. Angelica swallowed and stayed silent, not entirely sure what to say. She was sure Lily felt pretty abashed right now after her bravado earlier. Especially if she hadn’t realized how badly she apparently had had to pee. Unfortunately, just staying there wasn't helping either of them, and the fact that she was standing in a puddle of urine certainly wasn't helping Angelica's own bladder at all. Glancing at her own crotch, she saw that her second leak had left a small, one-inch wet spot. She shifted awkwardly on her feet and clenched her thighs together as she felt a tingling sensation go through her abdomen.
Eventually she broke the silence, still in a whisper, “Lily, we should probably keep going. Someone else might come and find us like this.” She didn't add what she was thinking, which was that the sooner they got out, the sooner they could find a real toilet, one that wasn't their pants.
Lily gave out a despondent sigh and swallowed the sob that was threatening in her throat. “I peed my pants, Angie.”
Angelica wanted to be able to comfort Lily, but the fullness of her bladder was wearing down some of her patience. She nearly answered, “Yeah, and I’m about to!” Instead, she merely offered a half-hearted, “It’s okay, Lil. Look, it happens to lots of people, I’m sure.” She had to keep rubbing her legs together, as she was starting to feel tension work its way down into her thighs.
Lily looked up, though not at Angelica, her face still flushed. “I know, but…I thought…I thought I had it under control. Like, I really did. And then…I—I peed my pants.” The last part came out more plaintively as she looked down again at her puddle and the tears began to flow again.
Angelica crouched down next to her, briefly having to grab her crotch as she did so. Once her head was next to Lily’s, she noticed that Lily’s legs were still tightly squeezed shut and her hand firmly gripping her crotch. Could it be that she still had to go? Angelica could feel a kind of panic besetting her as she looked around the room, trying to ascertain if there were some way that would lead directly out, especially one that wouldn’t involve any human interaction. She remembered the emergency exit they had passed in the corridor. It would mean moving backwards, which ran the risk of running into other people. On the other hand, though, moving forward ran the same risk, almost certainly. Licking her lips nervously, she decided it was their best option. “Come on, Lil. Let’s go back to the exit we passed. We can find our way back to the car and just head home. I can sneak you into the house without anyone seeing.” She turned her head back towards the entrance to the room. Now that she was thinking more about being seen, she felt increasingly on edge, as if it meant that someone was right on the cusp of stumbling upon the two of them like this: one with peed shorts and the other not too far from the same. She felt an irrational sense of urgency to get out, which meshed all too well with her completely natural urgency.
Lily hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently. As Angelica stood to help her up, her bladder tensed up, with prickles going all through her abdomen and thighs. She gasped quietly and clenched to stay in control. Lily moved more slowly, awkwardly shifting her weight to get a foot underneath her. As she planted it with a splish in her puddle and moved upright, the pee in her pants trickled down the backs of her legs uncomfortably, wetting the fabric and draining out from under the cuffs of her shorts and splattering down on the floor and into her socks, causing her to shut her eyes and let out a moan. Angelica could see the wetness spread all across her right thigh and down the right leg of her shorts, but mainly in a massive stain across her butt. She shifted one leg over the other and swallowed. She was going to have to find a place to get relief, and pretty fast.
Once Lily was standing, Angelica quickly whispered, “Let’s go,” and grabbed her hand. The two of them stole back into the corridor, trying to be as careful and quiet as possible so as to avoid anyone who might be moving toward them. They could hear the distant sounds of the shrieks and cries of visitors over the cackles and screams of the haunted house employees, and it was difficult to distinguish between what was far away and what was possibly getting closer. Once in darkness again, Angelica made no attempt to hide her desperation and crossed and uncrossed her legs, all while bobbing up and down. Lily seemed much more in control by comparison, but she still had her hand wedged firmly between her legs.
The exit was only about twenty feet back the way they came, but once they reached it, Angelica stopped short. Since it was an emergency exit—though she was feeling more and more like this really was an emergency, albeit of an entirely different kind—would it set off a fire alarm or something? That would ruin any subtlety she had dared hope for. Her eyes darted nervously over the thick metal doors, scanning for any label or warning about an alarm. There were a large number of various legal labels in very small print, which were nearly impossible to read in the dim red light of the EXIT sign over the door. Angelica resorted to pulling out her phone for light, though she still had to bend closely to the door, rubbing her thighs up and down as she did so.
This, unfortunately, was not lost on Lily. In a cracking voice, she croaked out, “Do you need to go too, Angie?”
Angelica knew that the more attention she drew to it, the worse it would be for both of them. In as steady a voice as she could muster, she answered curtly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Hopefully that would turn out to be true. But out of the corner of her eye she could see Lily’s hand grip harder as her legs squeezed tighter shut.
Just then, there was a new outburst of shrieks from the haunted house, and it was clear that these ones were undeniably very close. Both girls jumped and cried out, and Lily briefly shoved her other hand into her groin as well. The sound they heard could only mean one thing: the arrival of a group of people was imminent. The shrieks had by now died away and turned into loud laughs and conversation, drawing nearer, just around the corner. Angelica had been trying to be thorough when checking the door for any warnings, but since she had found none so far, in a panic she now threw caution to the wind and forcefully barged through it, yanking Lily along by her arm with a yelp as she did so. The door’s strong hinges caused it to slam loudly behind them, no doubt extremely obviously to the people coming down the corridor, but at least they hadn’t been seen. Angelica blew out a sigh of temporary relief, her breath now creating a cloud of mist in the cold air, only now noticing that her breathing had subconsciously quickened with apprehension.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to assess where they were. The emergency exit clearly could not have been used much, as they now found themselves in a seemingly deserted alleyway lined with trash bags and litter and only dimly lit with a small bulb or two attached to the walls on either side. The alley ran between two otherwise featureless brick buildings for what looked like a city block. Angelica guessed that one direction would lead to nearby the entrance to Fright Mansion, though it was hard to tell which way. Well, either one would have to bring them back to civilization eventually, and the sooner, the better. She rubbed her arms up and down with the cold, rubbing her thighs together as she did so, and said, “Come on. Let’s try to find our way back.”
Lily didn’t move. Although she had seemed impervious to the cold before, she was now trembling like a leaf in the wind. She was still holding herself with both hands, and Angelica realized that her wet shorts must now be very cold indeed. She gently put an arm around Lily to try to lead her along.
Lily began making mincing steps down the alley. Angelica tried to pull harder, just enough for Lily to walk a little faster, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. She could feel annoyance rising up inside her, bolstered by her swollen bladder. Can we go any faster, please? Some of us still have to use the bathroom! She cleared her throat and said, as calmly as she could, “Let’s try to get there quickly.”
She was surprised as these words caused Lily to do the opposite and instead stop short. A spike of frustration shot through Angelica, combined with one of urgency in her bladder. She turned, having to quickly cross her legs as she did so, and asked, “What’s wrong, Lil? Let’s go!”
Lily’s face was turned down, but Angelica could see tears welling up in her eyes again. Her teeth were chattering as she managed, “I…I still have to go, Angie.” She started squeezing her thighs together and bending and unbending her legs.
Seeing this did not help Angelica. As the dry one, it was up to her to be strong. She quickly retorted, “Me too. Let’s hurry up and find a bathroom.” She swiveled back toward the end of the alleyway when she suddenly gasped and jumped.
Three men were now standing in their path.
All three were tall and imposing, wearing dark jackets and jeans. Where had they come from? They must have been sitting or standing in the shadows until now. Why were they in the alleyway? Were they drug dealers? Angelica could feel her heartrate rising.
Once they saw that Angelica had seen them, a dark smile came over the face of the one in the middle. He began walking menacingly toward the two girls, and the other two followed suit. Angelica backed away for two or three steps, then seized Lily’s arm and turned to bolt in the other direction. Almost as soon as she had, she stopped up short with a little scream as she now saw three more men coming towards them on that end. They were surrounded. Maybe they could make a break for the emergency exit? But no, it was the kind of door that couldn’t be opened from the outside—and besides, by now the men had already passed it and stood between it and the two girls.
Angelica backed Lily up against the wall and instinctively stood in front of her. The men in turn filled in the space across from them to form a semicircle of leering smiles and dark gazes. They stood there, staring down at the two terrified friends, and waited. Other than making an occasional threatening chuckle, none of them spoke.
Angelica felt her heart beating faster and faster and her breathing doing likewise. Her throat felt like it was constricting as she turned her head rapidly every which way, trying to spot an opening between the men, a way out, anything. She could feel her body breaking out in a cold sweat and her bladder began tightening against her will. As if on cue, she heard a whimper from behind her, followed by a loud trickling and splashing as Lily, overcome with fright again, released the rest of the contents of her bladder unwillingly into her shorts. Angelica didn’t dare shift her gaze from their would-be attackers, but imagined that Lily’s puddle was probably spreading out to her own shoes. Shooting pains like shocks of electricity pulsed through her lower abdomen, and her panic increased as she thought that she was not very far off from joining Lily. An adrenaline-fueled bubble of pure fear began swelling up inside her as a scream built in her throat. All her hair was now standing on end, and she felt sure that if she didn’t scream, she would probably puke.
For the first time, as if he could read her mind, the presumed leader of this sick group spoke. With a sadistic smile on his face, he merely stated in a menacingly cool voice, “Go ahead. Scream. It’s Halloween—who’s going to pay any attention?”
As quickly as it had built, the scream died away in Angelica’s throat. Awful realization settled upon her with a shudder that went from her head slowly, dreadfully, all the way down to her feet. He was right. No one would save them. A sense of desperate self-preservation pierced to the surface of Angelica’s mind and a scream tried to come anyway; but she found herself frozen with fear and unable to work her vocal cords. The only sound that came out was a feeble rasping croak. She was powerless to do anything to stop whatever was about to happen.
The worst terror she had ever experienced in her life washed over her and settled into every nerve of Angelica’s being. She could feel all the color drain out of her face and tears start to spill out of her eyes as her lower lip trembled and let a whimper slip out. She was shaking all over, but was rooted to the spot in fear, numbness taking over her body. As she continued to shed hot, scared tears, she noticed that she could no longer feel any pain in her bladder. At the same time, she began to be vaguely aware of a faint burning sensation in her crotch.
As the sensation gradually pierced the fog of her mind, she began to also be aware of two other things. The first was a distant noise like pouring water. The second was that the man smiling evilly in front of her was no longer looking her in the eye, but rather down at her legs.
Despite her fear, Angelica instinctively followed his gaze down to her legs as well. Her breath caught in a gasp as she saw a large wet patch around her crotch and down her thighs, spreading down to her inner right calf and pooling from the cuff of her jeans onto the concrete. There was already a sizeable puddle from Lily’s accident spreading to her shoe, but now she was adding copiously to it. The wetness around her crotch was dark and shiny as Angelica continued to pee helplessly in pure terror. Staring down at herself as she continued to have an accident in her pants, Angelica tried in vain to clench off the flow and regain control. It was no use. Fear had taken control of her body, and she could do nothing to stop it.
Her bladder kept draining out its contents of its own accord for nearly twenty seconds. Angelica could see the wetness spread down her left leg as well and could feel it saturate the fabric in the back of her jeans widely underneath her butt. As it poured down her thighs, her urine broke off into multiple streams as well, spraying out from her legs and directly from her crotch, spattering noisily in the puddle and over her tennis shoes. She was still unable to move, but simply watched herself go to the bathroom on herself, gasping.
Then, the completely unexpected happened. The men watching her started laughing. Not the sadistic, malevolent laugh of a predator inflicting suffering on a victim, but the goofy, immature laugh of a group of dudebros making fart jokes. As Angelica looked up, wide-eyed and apprehensive, she could see the men all guffawing, pointing, and high-fiving each other. For a moment, she thought she must be going crazy. Was any of this really happening? But then, all at the same time, as if they had practiced it, each of the six men unzipped their jackets and opened them up, revealing underneath them the Fright Mansion staff T-shirt.
As the understanding dawned on Angelica that this whole thing had been a massive prank, she could feel her thoughts and feelings tumbling over and over inside her, unable to sort themselves out. Fear was dissipating into relief, but relief was soured by embarrassment, which made her fear stop turning into relief and instead turn into anger, which then created disbelief, which only made her embarrassment worse and made her just want to cry. The look on her face must have conveyed this hodgepodge of emotions fairly clearly, as the men took one look at her face and burst out laughing afresh before turning and swaggering down the alleyway, still snickering and slapping each other on the back. One shouted over his shoulder, “Happy Halloween!” which evoked a whole new gale of cackles from the rest of them, and then they were gone.
Angelica stood there, stunned. The whole thing was just a practical joke? They had made her undergo the single most traumatic experience of her life…for a laugh? Outrage surged up inside her, making her face flush and tears well up in her eyes again. There was no way that could be legal! Surely they could call the police, or sue, or something? As her temper flared to a fever pitch, though, she had to swallow back the bile rising in her throat as her anger found itself immediately thwarted by a crucial point.
What would they say?
As she thought back, she realized that the men had never touched either of them, or even made a move to. They hadn’t even said anything threatening. They had merely stood around them and looked frightening. Probably if she had bolted with Lily, they would have just let them pass by.
The more Angelica tried to figure out how she could make them pay, the more helpless she felt, recognizing that she had no grounds for legal action. The men could merely say they were in the alleyway at the same time as the girls and that they didn’t do anything to them—and they would be right. Moreover, there were more of them, and they could corroborate their story better. Even Fright Mansion could simply claim that the whole point of a haunted house is to scare people. These men probably just saw an opportunity to mess with anyone coming out of the emergency exit, even though it was an incredibly, incredibly tasteless prank. As she felt increasingly helpless, it only made her angrier, especially since it meant that all it took for her to pee herself in terror was a group of guys to stand there and look at her—and they all saw it.
Anger mixed with embarrassment and helplessness inside her, making her gut roil with emotions. Her adrenaline was abating, and she felt sweaty, shaky all over, and very, very cold. Her intestines were still doing flip-flops inside her, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to take a step, but her legs were too wobbly and she instead ended up falling against the brick wall.
Lily’s voice could be heard behind her, sounding small. “Are you okay, Angie?” She felt Lily’s hand reach out and touch her shoulder. But she was still on the verge of vomiting, and her skin was crawling, so the sudden touch made her shudder and shake it off. Nausea churned in her stomach, and she suddenly found herself releasing her remaining urine into her pants, rewarming her panties. Then her insides clenched, and she violently doubled over, retching. She dry heaved once, then twice, and on the third time, her bowels seized up and forced a log of poop out between her butt cheeks, smushing inside her soaked panties and bulging her pants out in the seat before squelching out across her rear end.
Angelica’s mouth opened wide in a stunned O. She kept breathing in and out, in and out, slowly regaining control of her body. With tentative apprehension, she touched her hands to the back of her pants to assess the damage. Unfortunately, as she did so, she did a half turn, inadvertently pointing her bottom in Lily’s direction. No sooner had Lily seen the massive brown bulge on Angelica’s pants than she gave a little gasp, then clutched her own stomach. Her eyes suddenly went wide and both hands flew to her own butt, and she squeaked out, “Oh no…not again…” The next thing Angelica heard was Lily letting out a wet fart, and then a nauseating squishing sound. Slowly, with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder incredulously at Lily, whose face was twitching, almost as if she were about to laugh. But then Lily tensed up and groaned, and another wet squelch came out as she too lost control and crapped herself, her soaked blue shorts sagging under the weight of her load.
Angelica faced forward again and squared her shoulders. They should have just stayed home.
~Aftermath~
Since both girls’ underwear were now not only wet but also full of poop, the going was slow back to Angelica’s car. They had to waddle uncomfortably along, since every movement squished the poop around unpleasantly, spreading out over their butt cheeks and up between them in both directions. Moreover, the wet material of their pants was beginning to chafe.
Angelica’s plan to sneak Lily into the house was complicated by the fact that now both of them had had accidents. Originally she had thought she could go in first, make sure the coast was clear, and then hurriedly rush Lily in also. She would have been able to lock herself in the bathroom and clean up, while Angelica would have made sure her dirty clothes were surreptitiously spirited away. But now—now they would have to improvise.
As they reached the car, the first question was how they would sit in it with such thoroughly soiled clothes. Thankfully, Angelica had parked far enough away from Fright Mansion that there were neither many people passing by nor much light, so they had some breathing room while doing so. Unfortunately, it was Angelica’s parents’ car, not her own, and they kept it impressively free of clutter. After looking in the trunk and the back seat, the best she could find was a single plastic bag. After some arguing, it was agreed upon that Angelica would sit on the plastic bag, since she had to drive, and Lily would kneel on the floor on the passenger side. As long as they didn’t get pulled over or get into an accident (heh), Lily would be fine. At first, she tried to protest, but when Angelica pointed out that at least she wouldn’t have to sit in her mess, she relented.
The drive home was uneventful, with minimal conversation. Despite the cold, they had to keep the windows down to let the smell out. Angelica tried to maintain a lighter exterior in their chatting, as it seemed to help both of them feel better. Inside, however, her mind was still fixed on what had happened. She inwardly resolved, first of all, to make sure to get both her and Lily some pepper spray. Let’s see those troglodytes laugh while choking on that! On the other hand, as angry as she was, she also realized that it could have been much, much worse, if the men had actually meant them harm. Glancing over at Lily, she realized with a grim realism that as they both grew older and more exposed to the real world, Lily’s happy-go-lucky, carefree nature would only make her more vulnerable to evil people. The two of them would have to cast off their naïveté and be prepared for the bad and ugly side of life.
Once home, both girls delicately maneuvered themselves out of the car, and Angelica picked up the plastic bag with the tips of her fingers and slid it inside the garbage bin, down the side where it wouldn’t be seen by anyone taking out the trash. The house was still lit up, and they paused for a moment to decide their plan. Angelica didn’t want to be caught with peed and soiled pants, remembering her mom’s reaction the previous year when she had found Angelica waiting by the car at the harvest festival with drenched jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear. Though she had tried to be understanding about it, the look on her mom’s face had been incredibly embarrassing for Angelica, and one she did not wish to see again.
Eventually it was decided that if they slipped in quickly through the side door and ran, they could make it up the stairs before Angelica’s parents, who were most likely in the living room, could come out to see them. Then they could hide out in Angelica’s room until the coast was clear to go to the bathroom and clean up. Since Patrick and his friend would be on the same floor, they would have to avoid being seen by them as well.
Hearts beating quickly, on the count of three the girls executed their plan of action. It went exactly as predicted: Angelica’s mom heard them come in and started to venture out from the living room but was not in time to catch them before they had dashed up the stairs and locked themselves in Angelica’s room. During the run, Lily found she had had to cup her butt with her hands to keep any poop from falling out due to the jostling. Once there, they ventured one at a time into the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas, wrapping their soiled clothing in plastic bags and discreetly smuggling it out of the bathroom. Both girls tacitly agreed that there would be no saving the clothes, and they would simply have to quietly deposit them in the garbage where they wouldn’t be found. For now, the shameful packages were stowed in the back corner of Angelica’s closet.
The girls bedded down, neither one feeling much energy for conversation. Angelica let Lily have her bed, while she unrolled a sleeping bag on the floor. Worn out from their earlier ordeal, they quickly slipped into deep slumber.
In the middle of the night, however, Angelica was woken with a start by an unsettling sound. It was similar to a yell, but it didn’t sound entirely human. As she sat bolt upright in her sleeping bag, taking a few moments to recollect where she was, she listened, trying to figure out what had caused the noise.
She could hear Lily moving about in the bed. Had she been woken up too? But then a new sound filled her ears, similar to the one that had woken her up. It was coming from Lily. Angelica pulled open the sleeping bag and clambered over to the bed where Lily lay. Lily was thrashing about in her sleep and moaning, letting out louder wails at times. That was what made the sound so odd—it was like a cry of terror, but not awake.
Concerned, Angelica seized Lily by the shoulders and shook, loudly whispering “Lily! Wake up!” She looked at the digital clock face on the nightstand and read “1:13.” Down the hallway, she could hear the muffled sounds of Patrick and his friend still laughing and loudly talking as they played their video game. She shook harder as Lily continued to writhe about, and then suddenly Lily’s eyes flew open and she stared directly at Angelica, fear plastered on her face. A moment later she flung her arms around Angelica and buried her face in her pajama shirt, breathing heavily.
“Oh, Angie, I had a nightmare. It was awful, Angie.” She sounded almost on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re awake now. It’s okay.” Angelica tried to calm Lily down as she hugged her tight, feeling how damp her pajama shirt was with sweat. “Was it…about what happened tonight?”
Lily shook her head and pulled away. Her voice was still shaky. “No, but it was here. We were here in this room, but there was—there was something in the hall closet. I knew it was there, but you, you wouldn’t listen. It was some kind of…horrible, horrible…something. I don’t know. Some kind of a demon or something. You wouldn’t listen, and I kept trying to tell you ‘No! Don’t open the closet!’ But you just kept going to open it, and…” Lily shuddered. “I can’t even describe it. I was just so scared, though. I think in my dream, I was so scared that I started…peeing my pants…”
As she said it, her face went red and she trailed off, looking down at herself. With a sudden suspicion of the worst, Angelica reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp, then threw back the covers of the bed. There, between Lily’s legs, was a twelve-inch wet patch. It reached from around her crotch down the middle of her thighs and filled in the space between them in an oval-shaped stain on the sheets—Angelica’s sheets. Angelica’s mouth fell open, half out of astonishment and half to protest, when she noticed something else. Right at her crotch, Lily’s pajama pants were not only dark with urine, but still shiny. In addition, the sheets right under her crotch not only were wet, but also had a puddle in them. A puddle which was growing.
Lily was still peeing.
Angelica let out an upset “Oh, Lil!” which started with a sympathetic tone but ended frustrated. Wasn’t one accident enough for one night? But now, to be wetting her bed? Still wetting her bed?
Lily looked up, face red with shame. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she kept saying, but she seemed unable to stop peeing her pants—and Angelica’s sheets. She wedged both hands in her crotch, the material letting out a squelch as she did so, but her urine merely sprayed through her fingers. The puddle grew another inch or so in diameter before the flow tapered off.
Angelica blew her hair out of her eyes and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. Of all the issues with incontinence that Lily had, now bedwetting had to be included as well? Also, seeing Lily’s pajama pants totally sopping with pee made Angelica all the more aware of the fact that her bladder too had filled up in the night. She bounced back and forth from foot to foot, knowing that she should go use the bathroom before going back to sleep. For now, though, they had to take care of this mess. “I’ll go get a new sheet and a towel. We can put the towel over the wet spot on the mattress and the sheet over it. You should probably change out of your pajamas, Lil. You can wear a pair of my underwear.” Angelica realized she was using her no-nonsense tone again, one that often came out post-accident. She turned to get the linens from the hall closet.
Lily cried out in a small voice, “No! No, Angie, not the closet.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, almost a whine.
Angelica stopped and faced Lily again, irritated at the interruption. She rubbed her thighs together. “What’s wrong, Lily? I told you, I need to change the sheet on the bed.” And then go pee!
In the light from the beside lamp, Angelica could see Lily’s face. Her expression was no longer one of embarrassment, but rather of terror. Realization dawned on Angelica, and she looked again at the hall closet as she remembered Lily’s description of her nightmare and of the unspeakable horror that lay therein. Turning back towards Lily, she spoke again, in a softer voice. “It’s okay. I just need to get the towel and sheets. There’s nothing in the closet. It’s okay.” When Lily’s facial expression remained the same, she added, “Here, I’ll show you.”
Angelica took the last step to the closet and faced Lily with a compassionate smile as she used her right hand to pull open the door. Once it was all the way open, she turned back towards the closet to get what she needed, her eyes adjusting to the dark. As they did so, she suddenly gave a gasp and jumped back, feeling a spurt of pee jet into her panties as she did so.
There was something in the closet.
Eyes wide and pupils dilated, Angelica stood still a moment with bated breath before tentatively reaching in to investigate. Whatever it was, in the dark it had looked vaguely like the form of a person standing in the back against the wall. Angelica’s hand stretched out slowly to find out what it was, and in the process, bumped against the shelf on the inside wall of the closet. As it did so, it knocked down a box of clothespins, which fell to the floor with a jarring crash. Angelica yelped again, looking down at the source of the sound. As she looked up again, she saw in a split second something that made adrenaline shoot through her body.
The thing was rushing towards her.
With a scream, Angelica fell backwards onto her butt on the floor. Now that it had lunged forwards and stood there, towering over her, the dark figure could be seen by the light of the lamp in the room. Angelica stared up at the horrifying sight and kept screaming.
It was a man, but with a hideously scarred face. The skin that clung to his emaciated cheekbones was ashen and sickly-looking. The mouth was too wide to be normal, and looked as if it had been sliced open like a nightmarish Cheshire cat. One eye dangled from its socket by viscera, and blood seeped out of the gaping hole. To top it off, the jaw was open wider than humanly possible, fixed in a noiseless feral howl.
Angelica screamed and screamed, sitting on the floor, back up against the wall. Lily also shrieked at Angelica’s reaction, covering her face with the bedspread and releasing her remaining urine into the mattress. Angelica sat there, screaming yet unable to move as this monster stared down at her, and realized that she too had lost bladder control in her fright.
Right away, Angelica felt her panties grow hot and moist from her pee. As her bladder clenched up in fear, she found that her body was not only releasing its urine, but actively expelling it. Her pee sprayed forcefully into her underwear, rapidly saturating her pajama bottoms. Gravity was causing the liquid to pool underneath her rear end, but as her bladder tightened, the pressure of her pee caused it to actually spray upwards in an arc from her crotch. It splattered over her thighs and the carpet, and she could feel her butt growing uncomfortably warm as a puddle spread out around it. Angelica’s body forced her to void her bladder of every drop in pure terror. She had stopped screaming, but couldn’t stop wetting herself until she was empty. By the time she was done, her thighs were wet down to her knees from her pee stream, and there was a sizeable puddle around her bottom, darkening the carpet.
As the grip of fear loosened on Angelica and clarity began to return to her brain, she realized that the awful being leering over her was not moving at all. Moreover, a closer look at the features revealed that the whole thing was nothing more than a life-sized Halloween decoration, albeit a very detailed one. As this fact dawned on her, she noticed something else—a chorus of loud laughter coming down the hall from Patrick’s room. Turning her head that direction, she saw Patrick and his friend coming out into the hall, guffawing loudly. Angelica’s jaw dropped as she figured out what had happened—Patrick had put the zombie mannequin in the closet to scare whoever opened the door, and by bumping the shelf, Angelica had accidentally caused the dummy to fall towards her. Even now, it was only staying up by leaning against the doorjamb.
Patrick pointed at his sister and gave a gleeful “Gotcha, Ange! Haha, that was great! That was seriously the best reaction. Ah, wow, I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of that.” As he spoke, Angelica self-consciously moved her hands to cover her groin, instinctively trying to hide the evidence of her accident from her older brother. This was the second time in twenty-four hours that a practical joke had made her wet herself.
Patrick watched her, the light in his eyes changing for a moment to confusion as he tried to decipher what she was doing. Then the look on his face lit up, and Angelica knew it had clicked in his brain. He began laughing again, this time so hard that he no longer made any sound and his face turned cherry red. His friend stood there, trying to ask him what was so funny, but Patrick was laughing too hard to answer. Instead, he motioned weakly towards Angelica with one hand, his other hand gripping his stomach as he doubled over in a raucous fit of hilarity with tears streaming down his face. Angelica could feel her face reddening, and she punched Patrick in the thigh from where she was sitting. It only had the effect of causing him to stagger backward slightly. As the heat of embarrassment crawled up her neck—combining with the warmth of her urine around her bottom—she knew the only thing left that she could do was to try to get to her feet quickly and retreat to her room. To her dismay, as she did so, her left foot landed with an unpleasant squish in the rapidly cooling puddle she had left in the carpet, causing her to wince. To make matters worse, as she turned away, her soaking wet butt faced in the direction of Patrick and his friend. The material was clearly drenched in a large round stain across her entire rear end, clinging to her skin and accentuating her panty line. Seeing this, Patrick laughed even harder, throwing his head back and putting a hand over his eyes, and his friend realized what had happened and joined in with Patrick.
Angelica stepped briskly into her room and slammed the door behind her wet behind, not looking back. She knew that all the noise had undoubtedly attracted the attention of her parents, and that her mom was surely coming to investigate now. She hung her head as she realized that she would once again have to be faced with her mother’s look of disappointment and astonishment upon finding her daughter with peed pants again. At least this time she could blame someone for it. |
Chapter 4 - Pool Party
Of all the seasons, summer was probably Angelica’s least favorite. Not to say she hated it, but it just came in fourth after fall, spring, and winter, respectively. In this way she was the opposite to Lily, who loved summer and the outdoors and doing things outdoors in the summer. Angelica was sure that if Lily were here, she would be having the time of her life. But of course, Lily wasn’t here.
Naturally, the fact that it was a summer night wasn’t by itself why Angelica wasn’t having the time of her life herself here, at a pool party hosted by the Davis family. The primary reason was that somehow, of all the people who had shown up, she seemed to be the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo that it was a pool party. Consequently, while the rest of the people here were having a blast splashing about in the Olympic-sized pool, relaxing in the hot tub, or just strutting about in their trunks or form fitting one- or two-piece bathing suits, she alone was left wearing her gray Downton Abbey T-shirt, green shorts, and tennis shoes. She stood at something of a distance from the edge of the water, hands in pockets, leaning awkwardly against a table laden with various finger foods.
Another reason why she wasn’t having as much of a good time was the fact that she didn’t know most of the people here. Brenda Davis had recently been accepted into Princeton University, and to celebrate, she had apparently invited everyone she knew to this party. There were probably at least fifty people here already, and more continued trickling in as time went on. Angelica had never been that close to Brenda—they had gone to middle school together, but that was about it—and as a result, was a complete stranger to most of what she assumed were Brenda’s current friends. They seemed mainly to be college age, probably a year or two older than Angelica herself, who had just graduated from high school the year before but had taken a year off before college to work and save money first. The sensation of being the small fish in the pond, the bottom of the totem pole—with the accompanying judgmental, catty looks from toned, high-cheekboned girls in bikinis and the creepy, leering stares from shirtless guys high on their own testosterone and looking for some fresh conquest—left her feeling repulsed and isolated. It didn’t help that enough of the guests were evidently old enough to buy alcohol (at least Angelica hoped they bought it legally) which was now being shared openly, no one caring about being underage or not. Twice already guys had come up to her offering her a beer. When the second one hadn’t wanted to take no for an answer, goading her until some of his friends finally told him to back off, she had slipped away to her present position on the outskirts of the yard, hoping to remain unseen. Ever since the incident at the haunted house the year before, she made sure to carry pepper spray with her, but she had never had to use it, and she hoped a party at a friend’s house wouldn’t have to be the place to break it in. Now by herself, but bored, she absentmindedly crossed her arms and blew her brown bangs out of her eyes.
Of course, the deepest reason why Angelica wasn’t enjoying her time here, and the one she would never admit, was because of what had happened the last time she had been here.
Middle-schooler Angelica was super excited to be invited to a POOL PARTY. The very name sounded like just about the coolest thing ever. Brenda Davis, a classmate of hers, had invited about one third of her classmates over for her birthday party, and her family had an in-ground pool. Angelica felt both thrilled and a little full of herself for being cool enough to be invited. She figured she knew Brenda well enough: they had had lunch at the same table sometimes, and had talked on bus rides, and now look how it paid off. Stupid Shelly Price and her stupid gang of fawning suck-ups could shrivel up and die from envy, for all she cared. They weren’t here, were they.
Angelica had brought her swimsuit and towel separately and was currently carrying them in a plastic Wal-Mart bag. She was wearing white Bermuda shorts and a red tank top with flip-flops and had her shoulder-length brown hair in a ponytail. Her plan was to change into her swimsuit as soon as she could and join in the fun everyone would be having splashing, diving, swimming, and playing tag and Marco Polo. She had just been dropped off by her mom and was now ringing the doorbell at the Davis household. The mid-afternoon sunlight was shining in her eyes from off to her right, and she turned her head down to avoid being blinded by it. After a few moments of antsy waiting, Brenda’s mom opened the door and let her in. The party, it seemed, was already in full swing.
Angelica immediately rushed to the bathroom to change clothes. While there, in a rush to get to the pool, she didn’t take the time to actually go to the bathroom. It was fine, though. She didn’t really need to go right now.
Once in her bright blue one-piece, with her yellow sunflowers towel in hand, barefoot Angelica zoomed down the hallway to the back door, intent on making a beeline directly into a cannonball. She only stopped briefly when she saw the assortment of sodas on the table. One hurriedly downed cup of ginger ale later, she resumed her Sonic the Hedgehog impression and dove right in. This had to be the coolest party ever.
Current-day Angelica thought back to her younger naïveté with a sense of grim embarrassment. It had seemed like that would be the greatest day and that nothing could go wrong. Hah. Little did she know.
And now, of course, here she was again. Looking around at the yard, it appeared as though not much had changed since that last time she was here. The pool, obviously, couldn’t exactly be modified, but the lawn furniture was in its same place, the volleyball net further off to the side of the yard, the rope swing on the tree…even the very old playhouse, likely left over from when Brenda and her sisters were very small, still in its place in the little copse by the fence. It had already been overgrown when Angelica had been here as a middle schooler, and, if it was possible, it looked even more ramshackle now. She winced internally at the memory that that playhouse held for her. The only major difference was that now a door had been put into the six-foot fence, most likely leading to the street. Sighing, she checked the time on her phone. She hadn’t even been here for an hour yet, and Patrick was supposed to pick her up in another two and a half hours, if he came on time. But he was apparently on a date, and had never been too punctual even while single, so he’d probably be later than that. Angelica rolled her eyes. Now that she had some money of her own, maybe she should look into getting her own car so she didn’t have to work around her family’s schedule.
Well, she couldn’t spend the whole time just moping by herself. At the very least, maybe she could find someone here to talk to. Standing up straight and slipping her phone back in her pocket, she began idly meandering closer to the pool, looking for anyone she recognized and eavesdropping for conversations that sounded interesting. As she did so, she languidly picked up a can of Arizona Kiwi Strawberry from the refreshments table and popped it open. It didn’t look like there was any ginger ale. Casually sipping, she made her way past the various conversations and cliques, making sure to still stay far enough from the pool to keep from being splashed.
Eventually she came to a group of three girls, seemingly several years older than herself, sitting on canvas chairs and talking amongst themselves. Nothing about them seemed particularly inviting, but there were two empty chairs in their circle, so Angelica figured she might as well try to join. Slowly approaching, she pulled the closer empty chair out and sat in it, eyeing the girls’ reactions. Rather than getting up and leaving or telling her the spot was taken, they merely gave one look in her direction before resuming their conversation as though Angelica weren’t even there. Feeling awkward at the lack of acknowledgment, Angelica simply sat, listening and drinking her Arizona.
“Yeah, so he told me that next year I’m gonna have to take Econ 201, but that the professor is awful. Like, you can’t ever know what to study for. He never teaches on what’s on the test.” The girl speaking had long blonde hair and a yellow one-piece swimsuit with long, toned legs and painted toenails.
“That sucks. Why do you have to take that class at all?” This from one of the other two, a black girl in a green bikini.
“It’s ’cause I’m majoring in business. You know. Same old BS as always.” The blonde took a sip from her beer bottle, and Angelica noticed, a bit self-consciously, that all three of them were drinking. “Yeah, so, like, whatever. You know? Just gotta get it over with.”
The black girl shook her head in agreement. “Yeah, I know. I’m thinking of changing my major, just because of that kind of thing.”
The third girl, a brunette with hair a little lighter than Angelica’s, said nothing but sat and sipped her beer. In the lull of the conversation, the blonde turned to Angelica and, for the first time, addressed her. “What about you? You in college?”
Angelica was in the middle of a sip and hurriedly finished. “Uh, no. No, I, uh, I graduated from high school last year, but I’ve just been working since then.”
“Oh, cool. You think you’ll go to college?”
“Yeah, I plan to, yeah.”
“Any idea what you’ll major in?”
“…not yet.”
“Mm, yeah. Well, take it from me. Figure that crap out early, before you waste time and money and student loans on something that you change your mind about later.” She downed the rest of her beer and burped. “I’m gonna go get another beer. Anyone want one?” The other two shook their heads as the brunette took another swig. “What about you, you want one?” She spoke to Angelica.
Angelica felt her neck warming with discomfort. She was intimidated by the older girls, but at the same time could hear every lesson and after-school special on peer pressure coming up in her memory. Finally she managed, “No thanks, I, I don’t drink.”
The blonde laughed. “No? I mean, here’s your chance. It’s not like your mom’s here. How do you think you’re gonna get through college?” This prompted a chuckle from the other two.
Angelica knew that they were probably just having a cheap laugh at her expense, but nonetheless felt her face grow warm with self-consciousness. In contrast, though, a sense of irritation rose up inside her at being patronized. The hair on the back of her neck bristled, and before she knew it, she blurted out, “I just don’t see any reason to make myself stupider, thanks.”
As the words left her lips, she shocked herself with how bluntly they came out. All three girls’ faces registered expressions of bemused surprise at this feisty outsider. They looked at each other for a moment, then back at Angelica, before bursting out laughing. The blonde good-naturedly punched Angelica’s shoulder with the hand that held her beer bottle. “Hey, you know what? Good for you. You keep up that kinda straight-and-narrow attitude in college, and you’ll end up going places. Maybe we’ll even wind up working for you someday, instead of a sucky fast food job. I’m Carly, by the way.”
Angelica’s discomfort had begun to soften when the blonde—Carly, apparently—had first started laughing, and now she could feel a smile pulling up one corner of her mouth. “Angelica.” She stuck out her hand, immediately realized that Carly’s was still holding the beer bottle, withdrew it, apologized, and laughed nervously, sparking an equal response from Carly and her friends. Once Carly had stepped away, Angelica learned that the black girl was named Shanise and the brunette was Macy.
Carly returned a minute later with a beer bottle in one hand and another Arizona tea can in the other. With no explanation, she shoved the can toward Angelica. Angelica slowly took it from her, a look of slight confusion on her face. Carly merely answered flatly, “Here, I got you another one.”
Angelica gave a mumbled “thanks” and, realizing that her first can of Arizona was nearly empty, drained it at a gulp and then popped open the new can. She felt a little abashed at how she had just accidentally insulted Carly to her face, but then she had responded to it by getting her another drink as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It seemed that maybe college had an effect of making you learn how to roll with the punches—a far cry from the drama of high school. Sipping on her new can, Angelica pondered on how a “live and let live” attitude would be nice to get from others, but difficult to have herself. A time of adjustment lay before her; starting tonight, evidently.
Carly, Shanise, and Macy resumed their conversation, with Macy only occasionally speaking up and Angelica sometimes chipping in. While not the sort of crowd she would typically hang out with, Angelica did give a sigh of gratitude at having a much better way of passing the time now. She found herself smiling and laughing along with the other three girls as they bantered about their lives, school, favorite TV shows, and such. In the back of her mind, though, Angelica was not fully at ease. She could feel a dark cloud of memory preventing her from fully enjoying the conversation. Despite efforts to the contrary, her mind kept straying back to the last time she had been at a party here, and what ended up happening then.
Middle-schooler Angelica slouched dejectedly in the back seat of her parents’ car. She knew her mom was still talking to Brenda’s mom about her, and she didn’t want to hear any of it. Her face was still red and her eyes puffy from crying. Shuffling in her seat, she tried to adjust her jean cutoff shorts. She wasn’t used to wearing anything this short, partly because she didn’t actually own anything this short. These were a pair of Brenda’s shorts, worn over her swimsuit and borrowed at a moment’s notice from the Davis family. It also didn’t help that her swimsuit was still damp. Angelica’s own clothes were balled up and wrapped tightly in a plastic bag and sitting on the floor of the seat next to her. She wiped her nose and averted her gaze. Even though the bag was barely visible in the dark interior, the less she was reminded of tonight, the better.
She could hear the muted conversation between her mom and Brenda’s mom come to an end and the sound of her mom’s footsteps nearing the car. Feeling a sense of humiliation wash over her afresh, she turned her head to stare out the window. Her mom opened the door, causing the interior car lights to turn on and a breeze to blow inside. The sudden rush of fresh air only served to make Angelica realize how much the smell from the bag had filled the car.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, her mom wordlessly started the car, turned on the headlights, and began backing out of the driveway. They proceeded in silence for a few minutes before she finally broke the silence, “Ange, sweetie, do you want to stop anywhere on the way home? I could take you to In & Out and get you a milkshake. Would you like that?”
Without turning her head, Angelica mumbled back in a congested voice, “No, let’s just go home.”
She wondered if her mom was upset at her, as she could feel her watching her in the rearview mirror. Still, she would rather continue in silence than try to clear the air. She sat with her head leaning against the car door, watching the streetlights pass by. Eventually her mom spoke up, this time in a softer voice. “You know, Ange, accidents happen. It’s okay. It could’ve happened to anyone. Tomorrow the whole thing will be behind us and we never have to talk about it again. It doesn’t even have to leave this car.”
For the first time, Angelica turned to face her mother’s gaze in the mirror. Her voice came out with a crack. “You mean it? You won’t tell Dad?”
She could see her mom’s eyes squint with a smile. “No. It can be just between us. I’ll make sure to clean up your clothes and get those shorts back to Grace.” Angelica assumed that Grace was Brenda’s mother’s name.
The closest feeling to emotional relief (she had experienced a different kind of relief earlier) that Angelica felt that night began to blossom inside her. All the tension, embarrassment, anger, angst, and humiliation that she had gone through began subsiding. Tomorrow would be better, she was sure. At the same time, though, she knew that this night would be burned into her memory for a very long, long time.
Current-day Angelica had her thoughts pulled back to the present and realized she had been tuning out the conversation around her for a little while. Carly was staring at her and asking something. She waved her hand in front of Angelica’s face. “Earth to Angelica. Did you hear what I said?”
Angelica gave her head a small shake to snap herself out of her trance and answered, “Yeah. Sorry. I just got lost in thought for a bit there.”
Carly laughed. “Yeah, I noticed. The three of us are gonna go back in the pool now. You wanna join?”
Angelica gave a half-hearted smile. “Thanks, but I, I didn’t bring my swimsuit. I didn’t know it was going to be a pool party.”
Carly blew out a breath. “That sucks. Oh well. Nice meeting you!” Then she turned and slipped gracefully into the pool. The water was an inviting blue, lit up from underneath by pool lights which silhouetted the swimmers and illuminated the layer of steam on the surface. As Shanise and Macy both also said bye and followed Carly, Angelica was left alone again. Settling back on her canvas chair, she tilted her head back, draining the rest of her second Arizona. She gave out a sigh and pulled out her phone again. After a few moments of bouncing from app to app, she realized she was just trying to while away the time and slipped the phone back in her pocket. Taking a breath, she raised her head and looked around in either direction, trying to find anyone she recognized. On not seeing anyone at first glance, she pulled herself off the chair and strolled towards the nearest trash bin to throw out her cans.
Once there, her attention was drawn to a cluster forming off to her side, nearer to the house. In curiosity, Angelica began to approach, trying to sort out the sea of faces illuminated by the yard lights. Drawing nearer, she saw that Brenda Davis had stepped outside, and now her friends were thronging her with congratulations. Brenda—that was someone that Angelica knew, at least, a little. Maybe she could stick around her. As she stepped closer, she put on a big smile and said, “Brenda! Congratulations!”
Brenda replied warmly, “Angelica! Thank you! Thanks for coming.” She pulled Angelica into a one-armed hug, given the lack of personal space.
Angelica tried to make conversation. “So, excited? Princeton’s a big deal! What’ll you be studying?”
“Hi, thanks. Thank you. Oh, sorry, Angelica, what’d you say?” Brenda was clearly distracted by her many invitees and well-wishers.
“I said, what will you be studying?” As she said it, Brenda went in for a hug to a guy holding a Budweiser.
“Oh, uh—thank you!—bio engineering. Hey, Sean! You came!” And with that, she stepped away to continue greeting people, and a girl in a swimsuit with a towel over her shoulders filled in the gap between Brenda and Angelica.
Angelica sighed. So much for that idea. As she slinked off from Brenda’s miniature paparazzi to go get another drink, she noticed her bladder give her a slight tingle. By itself, it meant very little, of course. But given where she was, it served rather to rekindle her memory.
Middle-schooler Angelica was having the best time possible. She and the rest of her classmates had had burgers off the grill, chips, and soda. Then, after waiting at least fifteen minutes (Brenda’s mom had insisted), she had joined the giggling hordes of youngsters flocking the pool. Cannonballing, diving, reverse leapfrog (where instead of jumping over each other’s backs, you swim between each other’s legs), and all other kinds of games followed.
After a while, of course, the general energy began to abate, and various of the guests began to tire of the water and slip out of the pool. Some returned to snacking—making sure not to eat too much before the birthday cake was served—while others retreated indoors to chat, read, or play on the PlayStation. Angelica was still in the pool, floating by holding onto a pool noodle and lazily paddling her legs.
Of course, like most kids her age, she jumped at the chance to have soda on tap and had drunk at least several full cups of it. Being in the pool had gotten most of the burping out of her, but now, as she was suspended in the warm water, she felt signals coming from her lower abdomen. She knew she’d have to make sure to leave the pool and use the bathroom. With her thoughts to herself, she contemplated briefly the idea of just letting loose where she was. Naturally, she had heard of people peeing in the pool before, but the thought of it disgusted her. Ew, no. She’d just make sure to use the toilet after she got out.
At that moment, though, Brenda stepped out of the house with two other friends, carrying a volleyball. She called out, in a voice loud enough for most of the party to hear, “Hey! Everybody! Volleyball game before it gets too dark! Who’s in?”
Several eager voices chimed out, and Angelica’s classmates began to rally towards where the volleyball net was set up. A game sounded like a lot of fun to Angelica, so she raised a hand and shouted, “Me! I’m in!” Hurriedly and awkwardly she sloshed to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up with the ladder, feeling the effects of the sudden loss of buoyancy.
Brenda responded, somewhat to Angelica but also somewhat in general, “Everyone who’s in, meet over at the court.” She began walking in that direction.
Angelica quickly located her towel and started working over her body. Pool water was dripping off every part of her and making a puddle on the tiles. Now out of the water, the late afternoon air made her damp swimsuit very chilly, and her teeth began chattering on their own. She quickly scanned the edge of the house to see where she had set her bag of clothes. Once it was located, nervous that the game would start without her, she dashed to the bag and called over her shoulder, “Just a minute! I’m going to change back into my clothes first.” And with that, towel wrapped around her, she ducked back indoors.
Slipping determinedly down the hallway, Angelica came to the bathroom and pulled on the door handle. It wouldn’t open. She tried it again, harder, before hearing an annoyed boy’s voice come from inside, “Someone’s in here!” Feeling herself blush, she gave back a flustered “Sorry!” and let go of the doorknob. Turning and looking around, she found that the bathroom was off the corridor that ended in what looked like Brenda’s or one of her sisters’ bedroom. Still in a rush, Angelica peered in to the dark interior, and, once satisfied that it was empty, stole inside and closed and locked the door.
As quickly as she could, she put the towel under her, peeled off her swimsuit, and donned her underwear, shorts, and tank top. Now that she was in dry clothes again, she began to feel a bit warmer already. She gave one last squeeze to her hair with her towel before balling it and her swimsuit up and putting them back in the bag. Then, slipping her flip-flops back on, she unlocked the door and briskly returned the way she had come.
Once back outside, Angelica tossed her bag back where it was before, against the wall of the house. The volleyball game hadn’t waited for her long, apparently, as the team picks were already in swing, but she wasn’t too late to jump in. As she did so, smiling widely, she realized that in her rush, she hadn’t actually gone to the bathroom. Well…it was fine, probably. She would just have to wait, is all.
Current-day Angelica brought her thoughts back to the present. As a middle schooler, she hadn’t been as prudent about paying attention to her bladder’s signals. However, ever since meeting Lily Wells a couple of years back, she had grown more attentive to such things. It didn’t help that the reason why she had grown more aware of the state of her bladder was from having accidents herself—on multiple separate occasions. Now that she thought about it, it did always seem to be when she was with Lily. Granted, that didn’t mean much now, considering how often they were together, being best friends—but the fact that she had peed herself when she first met Lily, and then not again until the next time she ran into Lily, a year later...now that seemed like it couldn’t be a coincidence.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Angelica found it was making her. Not only the discomfort of thinking of her best friend as almost a kind of bad luck charm, but also the discomfort lower down, as her bladder filled up. Angelica looked at the can in her hand, the third Arizona tea she had had tonight. She didn’t even like Arizona tea that much. She had mainly been drinking it out of boredom, and the fact that basically all the other beverages were alcoholic. Shaking the can back and forth in her hand, she estimated that there was about one third of it left. She checked the label. 20 oz. Two and two thirds times twenty…that’d be about fifty-some odd ounces. That…that was a lot. She’d probably be wise to go and take care of business now.
Stirring from where she had been standing idly off from the pool closer by the gate in the fence, she walked around the pool’s tiles to the patio and down the path connecting it to the back door. Stepping up the three steps that led to the stoop, she took hold of the knob and twisted.
It didn’t move.
Furrowing her brow, Angelica tried again. The knob wouldn’t budge. It had clearly been locked from the inside. She peered in through the window beside the door as best she could. From what she could see, the interior was still fairly lit. Why had they locked the door? Granted, from what she could tell, this party was meant to be confined to the back yard, but shouldn’t the door be open for those who needed to use the bathroom, you know, like she did right now? In frustration, she knocked on the door. After waiting nearly ten seconds with no sign of response from inside, she tried again, harder. This time, as she did, she immediately turned to look over her shoulder, feeling a little self-conscious about potentially drawing attention to herself. Thankfully, as far as she could tell, nobody had noticed. She went back to waiting, but again, there was no response.
After trying the doorknob one more time, Angelica stepped back down and stared at the house. Surely, locking the door had been an oversight. If she could find Brenda, Brenda could probably let her back into the house. She raised her head up and roved her eyes back and forth over the numerous faces. It was difficult to identify anyone in the low light, but after about half a minute with no luck, she began walking towards where the party was happening to try to find Brenda. As she did so, she also pulled out her phone to text Brenda. Her bladder’s signals were getting stronger.
She scrolled through her text conversations until she found Brenda’s, the last text being an invite to the party she was now at. Alternately looking at her screen and up at the faces around her, Angelica typed out her message.
Hey, Brenda
Where are you? Your house is locked.
She stood still after sending the message for several moments, waiting for a response. After it became clear she would not receive one immediately, she blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes and went back to searching among the partygoers. Seriously, how could the door be locked at a party? There was no way she could be the only one who would need a toilet, not with all the booze flowing. Her eyes flitted about all the people in and around the pool, and she had a sudden and unpleasant realization. There were probably others who tried the door and found it locked, but rather than make an issue out of it, they just went back into the pool and…ugh. She wrinkled her face in disgust. Good thing she didn’t bring anything to swim in, after all.
Of course, she would be the one who got the short end of the stick, though. Ugh, why did the door have to be locked? And why wasn’t Brenda answering? She had to pee! The memory of that day back in middle school resurfaced, refusing to be ignored, despite her best efforts to repress it.
Middle-schooler Angelica sulked off in the trees by the fence. It was dark by now, though light by the house where everyone was gathered. Everyone but her, of course. She was doing her best to stay out of sight. The sounds of her classmates laughing and making noise as they eagerly ate Brenda’s birthday cake drifted over to her. Soon, she knew, Brenda would start opening her gifts, including the Owl City CD that Angelica had brought for her. When that point came, she didn’t know how she would stay hidden anymore. That didn’t stop her from hiding while she could, though.
Shifting her weight where she was hunched in a crouch by the playhouse, Angelica could feel her shorts squelch uncomfortably underneath her. She had already cried quietly for some time, after which her tears dried, leaving her cheeks sticky and her eyes burning. Since the initial shock, she had continued intermittently to burst out afresh into fearful, self-conscious short fits of pitiful silent sobs. Feeling the wetness press coldly against her skin again, her eyes once again welled up. She couldn’t remember feeling more humiliated in her life.
She had been hiding out among the trees for what seemed like forever, though it was probably a little less than an hour. During that time, her shorts had of course had a chance to dry out somewhat, but as her bladder had continued to fill, Angelica had found herself emptying it again into her clothes, unwilling to venture out and expose herself. The first time, she had tried to hold back, only to suddenly lose control again with a little gasp and feel her urine streaming hotly down her legs and over her feet, rewetting her flip-flops and puddling in the ivy groundcover. After that, she switched to crouching, where it was easier not only to stay hidden, but also to contain her mess. She kept wetting herself periodically, every time she felt the urge to go again. She did so now.
Her shorts went warm again at the crotch and spreading down under the seat of her shorts. A moment later, she could hear the telltale sound of her pee splattering in the leaves under her rear end. The front of her shorts was still damp, though not as obviously wet by now, but she could only imagine how the back looked. She could feel her face flushing hot with embarrassment as she wondered if the white fabric was now see-through or not, and if her yellow underwear could be seen. And…there were boys at this party. Another sob of embarrassment and self-pity caught in her throat and the tears spilled out of her eyes before she was able to stop the flow…both flows.
She could see at a distance that Brenda was now opening her presents. Her heartrate increased as she knew that it was now only a matter of time. Her breathing coarse, she watched. It was agony, not knowing when Brenda would pick her gift. Her thoughts drifted to those sentenced to death in the concentration camps in Russia, and wondered whether it was better to be picked first or last. She couldn’t decide.
As it would turn out, though, Brenda picked her gift third. Angelica could see as Brenda and her mom looked about the group of middle schoolers, unable to find her. Then she saw James stand and whisper to Brenda’s mom. James—so he hadn’t told anyone after all. That at least was something of a relief.
Brenda’s mom began walking out into the yard, and Angelica could make out that she was calling her name. Giving one final pained sigh, she stood from where she was hidden behind the playhouse. As she did so, her pee trickled from the seat of her shorts down the backs of her thighs. She winced and felt her face burning. She was about to give a weak response, but by then Brenda’s mom had seen her. Angelica could also tell, to her dismay, that the rest of her classmates were all watching intently in her direction.
Brenda’s mom walked up to her. “Angelica, what are you doing over here? Are you okay?”
Angelica couldn’t answer. She merely dropped her gaze and shook her head, tears on her cheeks. She could hear Brenda’s mom step up to her, then around behind. Angelica just stood, knowing that her wet bottom was on clear display. She knew the moment Brenda’s mom saw it, because she heard her give out a low “oooohhhhh, Angelica. You wet yourself.”
Angelica could feel her shoulders shaking as sobs began to course through her again. Brenda’s mom took hold of her gently by the shoulders and said quietly, “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll call your mom and have her come pick you up. Give me a minute and I’ll take care of this. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”
It was possibly the best news Angelica could have heard. Unfortunately, it did little at this stage to quell her dejectedness. She stood there still, cold and wet, as Brenda’s mom retreated to the party and began corralling the guests into the house. Alone once more, Angelica let out a plaintive sigh. If it hadn’t been for that stupid door being locked, none of this would’ve happened.
Current-day Angelica sat on one of the canvas chairs, leaning forward. What were the odds that the same door would be denying her a bathroom again? Her bladder was full enough to be uncomfortable now, and she didn’t have any good way of taking her mind off it. Her first texts to Brenda had gone unanswered, so she had followed them up with two more, each separated by a minute or two, before deciding to wait a little longer so she didn’t seem like a nag—or too desperate. She was now rocking backward and forward slightly, trying to keep the pressure off her abdomen.
With a sudden insight, she turned her phone’s screen back on and found her brother in her contacts. She pressed the call button and held the phone to her ear, waiting. After several rings, during which she was afraid it would just go to voicemail, she heard the static sound of the phone being answered, and then Patrick’s voice, “What’s up, Ange?”
“Hi, Patrick. Yeah, where are you?”
Silence. Then, “I’m in the middle of dinner with Liz. What do you need?”
Angelica felt somewhat sheepish. “Is there any way you could come pick me up?”
There was random noise coming from the other end, and Angelica guessed that Patrick had stood up and walked somewhere quieter. His voice came again, with an edge of concern to it. “Are you okay, Ange? Is anyone harassing you there?”
“No! No, no, no, I’m…I’m fine. It’s just…I think I’m probably done for the night.”
“You’re sure you’re fine?” Like most big brothers, Patrick was often a royal pain—but Angelica knew he absolutely had her back.
“Yes, I’m fine. Trust me.” Angelica put on a lilting voice, trying to assuage her brother’s protective instincts.
“Okay, if you say so. But if you need it, just say the word and I’ll come out and break some faces.”
Angelica put a hand on her face. “I know. But seriously, I’m fine. How soon can you be here?”
There was a pause. “Well, I mean, I’m still with Liz.”
Angelica felt a little abashed now. “I, uh, I know. I guess I was just wondering…” She trailed off.
“Maybe…forty-five minutes?”
Angelica weighed the option in her head. A forty-five-minute wait, at least, plus the time it would take to drive home—it would be well over an hour. Not short enough to be a good option. She felt silly for even bringing it up, knowing that now Patrick’s curiosity would be piqued about why she was so eager to get home. “You know what, never mind. It’s okay. Just come when you were going to.”
Patrick gave a confused laugh. “Uh, okay? Sure. You’re sure everything’s all right?”
“Yes, everything is fine. Have a great time with Liz, kay?”
“All right, thanks. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later, then, I guess.”
“Yup. Bye.”
Angelica pulled the phone away from her face and pushed the end call button. So, heading home was a no-go. Where was Brenda? She scanned the crowd again, but to no avail. Her bladder was by now uncomfortably full. Maybe if she could find Carly again, she would know where Brenda went. Angelica’s eyes went back to scanning the crowd, this time for one of the three girls she had talked to before. She rocked back and forth on her feet as she did so, hands in her pockets. It was getting harder to stand still.
Mere moments later, however, she felt her phone buzz. Excitedly, she pulled it back out and checked the screen. Brenda had texted her back, finally. Opening the text, she read Brenda’s reply.
Hey Angelica, sorry, I had to head out with
my mom to grab some food for tonight real quick.
We should be back in maybe 30 min.
Angelica frowned at the phone. So…why was the door locked? It seemed kind of dumb to abandon your house at your own party. Suppressing her annoyance, she typed back.
Why is your house locked, though?
Is no one home?
A few seconds later, Brenda answered.
My dad should be home. Have you tried
knocking?
Angelica had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Wish I’d thought of that.
Yes, I tried. No one answered.
I’ll text him to let you in.
Angelica exhaled with relief and began to casually make her way over to the back door to wait for it to open. Her need for a toilet was steadily increasing, and whereas she wasn’t quite in the danger area yet, she knew that she was rapidly approaching it. She squeezed her thighs together, the material of her shorts rubbing against itself. As her bladder began to hurt, she consoled herself with the prospect of relief being near. Unfortunately, she was also reminded of how it had felt for her last time.
Middle-schooler Angelica was starting to not have quite as much fun. She had made it to the volleyball game in time to not be picked last, but her team had definitely been the worse of the two and lost two games in a row. Now they were in their third, but most of the players on both sides didn’t seem to really be into it anymore.
That alone was not the reason she was not having as much fun now, however. Since she had not had a chance to go to the bathroom earlier, her need to go had been getting steadily greater. All the soda she had had was now making its voice heard in her lower abdomen, and it was making it hard to focus on the game. She had to pee, but she didn’t want to leave in the middle of playing. Instead, she would take the opportunity during lulls in the action (of which there were many, since most of the players were bad at serving) to bend over or rock back and forth on her legs. Now that they were in their third game, though, she had to do it increasingly often and intersperse it with rubbing her thighs. She knew she looked very fidgety, but she still felt embarrassed at the idea of admitting that she needed the bathroom.
As time went on and the score looked increasingly grim, Angelica seriously considered simply abandoning the game altogether. It wasn’t as if they were going to win, anyhow. Moreover, the sun was setting and it was getting harder to see in the dim light. At least the darkness afforded her more opportunity to do her pee-pee dance in place. Surely, if anyone’s attention were drawn to it, it would be nearly impossible at this point to deny the root cause of her hyperactivity.
Just when she was feeling as if she could take it no longer, the announcement came from one of the young people from the other side of the yard that the fire was now ready for s’mores. Peering in that direction, Angelica could see the friendly orange glow of flames in a portable firepit. Already most of the guests were surrounding it, marshmallows on skewers. A table had been set up next to it, stacked with bags of marshmallows, boxes of graham crackers, and mounds of Hershey’s bars.
Once the announcement went out, about half of the volleyball players immediately ditched the court and bounded for the fire, laughing as they went. With the game now unable to continue, the rest of the players began following towards the firepit at a slower pace, some of the ones on the winning team grumbling as they did so. Now was Angelica’s chance. Briskly, but not so fast as to be conspicuous, she cut across the yard toward the back door. Up the three steps, she gave the doorknob a turn—
Locked.
She swiveled her head back toward the fire. From what she could tell, neither Brenda’s mom or dad was there. So, no one to ask to let her in. Then why was the door locked at all? Turning back to the house, she tried to look in through the window. It was still lit indoors, so someone must be inside. She knocked lightly on the door and waited, listening closely for any sound of someone approaching.
She heard nothing.
After waiting long enough to feel she had been polite, Angelica knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing. She switched from her knuckles to her fist and pounded on the door, trying to be heard. With her other hand, she twisted on the doorknob again.
Her bladder tensed up and she had to clench her thighs closed. She waited twenty more seconds, pounded again, and waited again, peering in the window. Couldn’t they hear her inside? Well, if she waited, of course someone was bound to come back out soon and check on all the middle-schoolers left alone with fire. Right? She turned around and leaned one hand on the railing by the door, chewing her lip and wiggling her legs. She would just have to wait…
…but how long?
Angelica kept telling herself that someone surely would unlock the door soon, surely it would be soon—but it had probably been five minutes by now, and she was still standing here. Sweat began to break out on her forehead as she shuffled her thighs back and forth, then open and closed. She really had to pee! Glancing over at the bag with her swim things in it, she remembered her disdain earlier at the idea of peeing in the pool. She couldn’t care less about it now. If she were still wearing her swimsuit, she would dive in and let fly in a heartbeat.
Her eyes darted back to the crowd by the fire, who seemed to all be enjoying themselves immensely, completely oblivious to her plight. Perhaps she should join them. It would help to get her mind off her bladder, after all. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she hopped down the three steps and started making her way over to the fire.
Almost immediately, though, she thought better of it. There was no way she could stand there among all her classmates and try to be casual when she had to go this bad. Did none of them need a toilet? Why was she the only unlucky one? If she tried to join in with the rest of them in roasting marshmallows, she would be fidgeting and bouncing the whole time, in clear view by the firelight. No. That was a bad idea. Without even pausing, she made a sharp left and wandered back by the volleyball net, in the darkened half of the yard. She had to keep moving to keep from bursting. As she strode determinedly, she kept her hands in her pockets—partly to look casual, but also, though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, partly to keep from grabbing herself. Her bladder was tingly and in pain now, and as she licked her lips nervously, she just wished that someone would open the door already.
Current-day Angelica was getting impatient. Needles were tingling in her lower abdomen now, and it was virtually impossible to stand still. She did a kind of rocking-in-place-pace, phone in her hand, waiting urgently for Brenda to report that her dad was unlocking the door as she spoke. It had been several minutes, though, and Angelica had heard nothing back. Thinking that maybe it was already done, she went back to the back door and tried it again, with no luck. She also tried knocking again, but with the same complete lack of response as before.
Still, she knew that relief was coming. She would be fine. It wouldn’t be like last time…ugh, it was getting harder and harder to keep that day out of her mind. At least none of her schoolmates had ever found out about it. That would have been absolutely mortifying. She wondered what it would have been like if they had—but no, best not to think about that.
She checked her phone again to see if she had missed anything, even though it had never left her hand. Nothing. She considered texting Brenda again, but then thought that she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, and after vacillating a moment, decided against it. She’d wait. She would be fine.
That was another thing. Lily wasn’t here. Angelica’s more recent bladder problems had all been in tandem with Lily’s. So she’d be fine. It wasn’t as if she could have a pee accident by herself, after all. It was together. It was together or not at all, and they weren’t together, were they? So it would be not at all.
Thoughts like this flew haphazardly through Angelica’s brain like sparks from a fire. She knew, deep down in the rational part of her brain, that her reasoning made no sense whatsoever. But for now, with her pee swelling up inside her like a stormy ocean, Lily’s absence felt like the far-off light on the shore—offering no safety, only a lifeline of hope. As long as she could keep it in sight, she knew she could make it.
The storm waves, however, were rising, and Angelica, in spite of her hope, was getting increasingly nervous. Was there anywhere else she could go? She remembered when she first met Lily, and how she had had the chance to go pee in the woods, but didn’t think of it. With more experience learned the hard way, she would gladly and readily take such an opportunity now, if it existed. But Brenda lived in the suburbs, and the door in the fence led to the street. There was nowhere nearby that could afford privacy, and it was all private residential property, so no stores which could have a bathroom. She entertained the thought of knocking on a random stranger’s door and asking to use their toilet, then thought that the likelihood of them letting her in, when she had clearly just come from the party where alcohol was obviously flowing freely, was slim at best.
Just then, her phone buzzed again. It was another text from Brenda. Opening it, Angelica read it.
Hey, so my dad apparently also stepped
out. He went to pick up some charcoal for
a firepit. Sorry about that.
We’re probably closer than he is. Maybe
25 min?
Just great. So no one was home? The only option, then was to wait. Angelica wanted to reply in irritation that Brenda had said thirty minutes over ten minutes ago, but she knew there was no point. Turning off her phone impatiently without replying, she gave herself a full-body shake to try to calm her nerves. She would just have to wait, so that’s what she would do. She would be fine. Of course she would be fine. Nothing to worry about at all.
Her bladder was still stinging and prickling, and Angelica could feel the pressure put on it by her shorts. Looking down, there was a visible bulge. The temptation to unbutton her shorts to relieve the pressure crossed her mind, and she had to fight very hard to resist it. She suspected that if she gave in, her mind would subconsciously interpret it as a sign that relief was imminent and her ability to hold back would abate rapidly. No. Better to act as if she didn’t have to pee at all.
See, that’s it. Fine, just fine. She could do this for hours. Her crotch was burning. No, there was no urgency. She could wait. Tension spread around her groin down into her thighs, making her toes curl. She could just stand still and not think about it. She couldn’t stand still, but instead found herself bouncing in place. No! She’d be fine—Lily wasn’t here! She wouldn’t wet her pants! She wouldn’t!
Just then, her internal reverie was intruded upon. A face she didn’t recognize was approaching her, attached to a gangly young man, probably about her age. He gave an awkward wave hello and a kind of nerdy grin. “Hi, Angelica, right? It’s good to see you again.”
Angelica was displeased at the interruption. Granted, he seemed harmless enough, not obviously hitting on her, like some of the guys had. But she was in no state to have a conversation now! Surely the fact that she was pacing by herself in the dark should have given that away? She forced a fake smile, brushing her hair behind her ear, and tried to quell her fidgeting. “Hey! Yeah, that’s me. And you…are…?”
The young man’s face lit up in surprise and he pointed to himself, as if he were amazed that anyone would ask his name. “Oh me? Me? I’m, I’m James. You remember? We, we used to be in the eighth grade together.”
Now that he had introduced himself, Angelica could see the resemblance. James. Now there was someone she hadn’t thought about for a long time. In fact, her only real memory of him was from when she had last been at the Davises’ house. Great, just what she needed—another reminder of that night. It was almost enough to make her paranoid. Was the entire universe conspiring against her to make history repeat itself? She could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and she put her hands behind her back, trying to subtly rub her thighs from behind. “Oh, yeah! Hi! It’s been a, a l-long time!” She tried to sound cheery, but it was hard to focus on her words.
“Yeah! Like, five years? You know, if it’s possible, you’ve gotten even more beautiful since then? I know, it’s hard to believe.” He smiled in a way that Angelica was sure he thought was suave. She stared at him, half expecting him to follow it up with a “m’lady.”
It was hard for her to maintain her smile and not cringe a little. Clearly, he was not the smoothest stone in the riverbed. Still, he probably meant well, so the least she could do is try to be polite. She would take socially clunky over egotistically womanizing any day. “Ummm…thanks. So…are you in college now?” She winced as a wave of pain passed over her bladder, and she had to bend her legs slightly.
“Nah, college isn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it’s right for some people. But have you ever met anyone who goes to college? I mean, most of them are just so empty-headed. No, there are some of us for whom college would just be step down.” Uh-huh. So maybe she was wrong about him not being egotistical.
With a slightly passive-aggressive tone, Angelica replied, “Oh, okay. I mean, I plan to go to college in the fall.” She hoped he would take the hint. She also squeezed her thighs tightly together as the pressure of her pee sent shooting pains through her.
“Oh, that’s cool. I’m sure it’ll be great for you, and that you won’t be like most of the idiots there. It’s just—so many teachers just have no idea what they’re talking about, you know? After a while, it gets tiring listening to them.”
Angelica arched an eyebrow. When did James become this much of a tool? Granted, she never knew him all that well, but… “You know, my brother’s about to get his degree, and he’s taught by one of the best experts in the field…”
James cut her off. “So, I’m just waiting for the day when someone recognizes raw talent. It’s like I always say, ‘The world may be built of steel, but people will dig the furthest for diamonds, no matter how rough.’” He gave a smile that indicated that he clearly thought that was very profound.
At this point, Angelica was getting irritated. She tried to give him a hint. “Well, I hope that goes well for you. Enjoy the party!” She turned and resumed her pacing, her legs feeling tense from the amount of urine inside her.
James clearly did not pick up on the message. “Thanks. You know, I haven’t been here since that pool party here back in eighth grade.” Perfect. “It was a birthday party. You were there, remember? You ended up wetting your pants. Do you remember that?” He said it as if he expected them to bond over it, like an old joke.
Angelica was aghast. She turned a face of horrified sensibility on him, hoping that he would finally get a clue and realize that he should just stop talking. What kind of person thinks it’s okay to bring up an embarrassing incident like that? And here—where it was all taking place all over again—what was happening? How was this happening? Forget being polite. In a stern voice that she tried to keep from being a yell, she said curtly, “Go away, James.” When he tried to say something back, it was her turn to cut him off. “No. I mean it. Leave. Me. Alone.”
His face conveyed bafflement and a bruised ego as he turned and skulked away. Angelica, meanwhile, now left by herself, immediately grabbed her crotch tightly, biting her lip as she did so. Why, oh why, did James have to bring that up? Against her will, the memories came—ahem—flooding back.
Middle-schooler Angelica stood there in shock, unable to move, unable even to cry. The tears of fear and embarrassment that she had shed in the moment had stopped, and now she was left with the aftermath. The evening breeze was making her legs feel cold, where the wet fabric clung to her skin. Her flip-flops felt squishy, and she shivered as an occasional last trickle of pee snaked down one of her calves. Her hand was still wedged in her crotch, completely useless at this point, and drops were still dripping from the right cuff of her shorts.
She couldn’t believe it. She was in middle school, for crying out loud. This was supposed to be a fun day, and now…now she had ended up peeing her pants. Why didn’t anyone open the door? Hadn’t they heard her?
She looked down at herself again. Her shorts were obviously soaked in a large wet patch all around her crotch and down her thighs. Her legs and feet were shiny with her pee, and as she squeezed slightly with her left hand, a cascade of droplets showered down into the large puddle underneath her, making ripples in the surface and distorting the reflection of the night sky and her young, humiliated face.
A sudden burst of panic filled her mind. She couldn’t be seen like this. And she had been pounding and pounding on the door—maybe someone was about to open it now? To find her, standing sheepishly, holding herself, with wet shorts and a pee puddle. There was no way. She quickly pulled her hand out of her groin, wiped it with a face of disgust on the hip of her shorts, and turned. She was looking at the ground to keep from losing her footing as she descended the three steps, feet splashing in where the puddle had spread down the stairs, but as soon as she was down, she lifted her head and jumped as she nearly ran headlong into someone approaching. It was James, a boy from her class.
Angelica stood there awkwardly for a split second, face white and jaw slack. James didn’t say anything at first, but then offered a nasally “excuse me” and was about to step around her when Angelica saw his gaze shift down to her shorts. The moment that passed felt like an eternity. His eyes went wide and then he looked back up at her. She knew her face was turning red, and she could feel her lower lip beginning to quiver. Then he moved his head to see over her shoulder, and she knew that the light from inside the house would be clearly reflected on her massive puddle of pee.
Staring back at her again, mouth agape, James said bluntly, “Angelica, did you pee your pants?”
It was too much. Before, in private, she had only felt shock. But now that someone else had seen, Angelica could feel horrible embarrassment welling up inside her, causing her face to go an even deeper red and her eyes to fill up with tears. Even as they began to spill out, she answered in as stern and scary a voice as she could manage, “If you ever say a word about this to anyone, I will kill you.” Try as she might, there was still a quaver in her voice. But she knew that if word got out about this to the rest of her classmates, then death would be a preferable fate.
James didn’t answer, but Angelica couldn’t wait any longer. She turned and ran into the darkness of the far corner of the yard, as the tears began to flow freely and her pent-up anxiety and desperation spilled over into wracking, self-pitying, maudlin sobs. She drew one hand across her eyes to clear her vision and then hugged herself tightly, unable to imagine how things could have gone worse for her. She could dimly make out, through tears and darkness, the small cluster of trees in the corner. The old playhouse was there; maybe she could hide in it until the party was over. Not that she knew what she would do then.
Reaching her destination, she stopped and stood awkwardly next to the trees. She briefly considered taking a seat on the playhouse’s deck, but immediately reconsidered when she saw the layers of dirt on it and imagined how much it would stick to her wet bottom. Instead, she simply walked behind the playhouse and leaned against a tree. Her breathing was becoming more regular now, and her tears were abating again, though her throat was dry and she felt very thirsty. After such a flurry of emotion, it felt strange that now she had to just stay here and wait.
As she stood there, she could see at a distance the back door open. Finally. Brenda’s dad began to step out, saw the puddle, and disappeared back indoors. Angelica could feel her breath catch, not knowing what would happen next. Thankfully, when he returned shortly after, he had a beach towel under his arm, and simply threw it over the puddle. He apparently assumed, what with all the young pool-goers, that it was merely pool water from someone who hadn’t toweled off well enough. That at least was a relief.
Current-day Angelica knew the feeling all too well. The sense of knowing that despite all your efforts to the contrary, all your striving, eventually the battle is over—and you’ve lost. She thought of the soldiers fighting for the South in the Civil War and wondered if they thought they would win. After all, you only fight a battle to win it, right? If there’s no hope of victory…
No! Not this attitude again. She knew from past experience that once she felt defeat was inevitable, it soon followed. She had to keep fighting. She could do this. She could be desperate and for once, just for once, stay dry. She couldn’t wet her pants. Lily wasn’t here.
She had to keep telling herself this, like a mantra, to counteract the jolts of stinging pain that were now periodically pulsating though her lower abdomen and crotch. Her hand was still wedged in a death grip between her thighs, intermittently squeezing. She had to hold on…she had to hold on. Wait…what was she holding on for, again? For a split second, panic seized her brain as she couldn’t remember what her way out of this was. Then it crashed back into her consciousness—Brenda was coming back and would unlock the door. Surely she had to be back soon.
Angelica switched hands to hold herself with and pulled her phone back out of her pocket. Checking the time, she did some quick mental math. Brenda had last said she would be back in twenty-five minutes, and that was about twenty minutes ago. Even allowing for Brenda’s underestimation of time, it should mean that she had to be back soon…right? Angelica bounced up and down and remembered the short story—what was it called?—about a Civil War soldier who was wounded and only survived because he heard that he would live if he could only make it until sunset. In a similar fashion, that hope was now the only thing keeping her from utterly losing control.
Still holding herself, she began to make her way slowly back towards the back door. It would be best for her to be ready once Brenda was back. Taking small steps, all the while shuffling her thighs back and forth and squeezing tightly, she made it to the bottom of the stairs. Staring down at them, she remembered the last time she had been here, and the sight of her urine pouring down the steps in a liberal flow of humiliation. She shook her head, bobbed up and down, and turned around to face literally anything else.
Angelica stood, still bent, staring out at the partygoers, who carried on in blissful ignorance. She bit down on her lower lip as waves of desperation mounted and then crashed over her bladder, each one slightly stronger than the last. She knew it was only a matter of time before she ran out of stamina—it just had to be more time than it would take for Brenda to get back and let her in! Bouncing from foot to foot at the bottom of the stairs, she leaned back, using her weight to press the railing into her crotch from behind. At least this way she could be more discreet.
As she stood there, grinding herself into the iron rail, she kept glancing back over her shoulder at the house, wondering how much longer it would be. She considered texting Brenda again, then thought better of it, then rethought it again and pulled out her phone. Trying not to sound too desperate, she sent off what she hoped was a relatively anodyne question.
Hey, do you know how much
longer you’ll be?
Then she waited. Shooting, searing pain was more or less constant now, and she gritted her teeth as she tried to push herself harder into the railing. Her phone buzzed.
Prob 2 more minutes
Angelica felt as though she might shed tears of joy. Relief was in sight. She was going to make it. Lily wasn’t here, and she was going to make it. Her memory of the last time she had been in this scenario resurfaced, but this time, she knew—history was not going to repeat itself.
Middle-schooler Angelica was back at the door now. She had tried to pace in circles in the far end of the yard to keep her mind off her bladder—and to keep in control—while she waited for someone to open the door. It hadn’t happened, though. About ten minutes of pacing and casting furtive glances towards her hope of deliverance, and it hadn’t happened.
What had happened, though, was a steady increase in her own need. She thought she had never had to go so badly before when she first was knocking. But if that were true…well, even if it weren’t true then, it was definitely true now.
She had been walking briskly while her bladder felt like a swollen balloon about to pop. Stinging, shooting pains of desperation had penetrated her lower abdomen like needles of ice. Her walk had morphed into a march, followed by a march with pauses to clench and bounce. How much longer would she have to wait? She had had to squeeze her thighs for all she was worth, scissoring them open and closed to maintain a grip on her sphincter.
But then, after maybe ten minutes of pure agony, it had happened. A new crescendo of desperate pain had mounted, and this time, her response of clenching and bobbing and squeezing had come just a hair too late. Without warning, a strong spurt of urine jetted fiercely past her defenses and into her underwear. In an instant, she could feel the warmth spread itself out in her underwear and begin to get her shorts wet. She had gasped, terrified that it was starting, and squeezed herself with both hands to keep from losing any more.
Of course, now that the seal had been broken, time was rapidly running out. With both hands still firmly fixed in her crotch, Angelica made her way as fast as she could back to the back door. It was her only hope at this point. She could feel tears of pain, fear, and embarrassment welling in her eyes, blurring her vision. As she continued her slow jog over the bumpy ground, they began to spill out and trickle down her cheeks. Tension had spread from her bladder down into her thighs, and all of her muscles were taut.
Finally, she was back at the door. Three quick steps up, and then her right hand was out and banging on the door. At this point, she didn’t care about being seen or about giving a polite pause after knocking. She just had to be heard—now. Her underwear felt squishy now, and her crotch felt like it was on fire. She stood there, bouncing and twisting like a contortionist, thighs clenched tightly together, hammering with her fist as hard as she could. She was right on the brink of a massive pee accident in her shorts, and she knew it. Horrible, agonizing pain coursed through her bladder. Terror surged up inside her, and she began to cry freely now, her face reddening and tears flowing down her cheeks to drip onto the threshold of the door. There was light inside the house—she knew someone was inside—just let her in—let her in, before she wet herself!
Current-day Angelica remembered that awful feeling, the one of right before totally losing control. It wouldn’t happen this time. She would make sure it didn’t happen this time. Not this time! Not again!
Unable to calm her thoughts, she found she was pulling her phone out for the fourth time since receiving Brenda’s text, checking if there were any updates. It had been about two minutes, so hopefully, that meant only maybe two more minutes, maximum. At this point, she was practically counting the seconds. Her heart was throbbing so hard she could feel it in her ears, and her breathing had quickened noticeably. She was chewing on her lip constantly now, and she could feel the sweat on her forehead.
Despite her desperate state, a strange sense of levity passed through her. Relief was near, and how funny was it that it was possible to come so close to disaster? It would be like tales from the war. You may have almost been killed—and that was the difference between tragedy and an entertaining story for family gatherings—that almost.
As if on cue with her sudden optimism, a new sound entered Angelica’s ears from her left. At first she couldn’t quite tell what it was. Then…could it be?...it was! It was most definitely the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Relief was near! With an immense sigh of relief, she pulled herself off the railing, having to grab her crotch again, and bounded up the steps. She would be ready the instant that door opened.
As she stood and waited anxiously, though, it seemed as though neither Brenda nor Mrs. Davis were in any very great rush. Sure, they probably had to take their time to get out of the car, get into the house, get situated, what have you—but to Angelica, every passing moment was agony. Granted, they didn’t know the state she was in…but could they just hurry up, please? Angelica’s thoughts tumbled randomly in her head. C’mon, c’mon Hurry it up I’m about to wet my pants here No I’m not I’ve made it this far I’m going to make it I’m going to win I can’t wait any longer No, I’m going to make it I’m in control Lily’s not here Lily’s not here
She bounced back and forth. She was so close! The pain in her bladder was worse now than any point earlier this night, but she was about to find relief! Her urine was at the very edge of her sphincter, pushing, pushing, pushing to be let out. She clenched her teeth and told herself that she. Was. Not. Going. To. Pee. With her free hand, she began rapping on the door, in case Brenda had forgotten that she was supposed to open it. A sense of dread began eating into Angelica’s mind as she realized that she was now in the very same exact position she had been in in middle school…right before she peed her pants. It would be different this time, though! It had to be!
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she stopped knocking for a moment to pull it out. Expecting a text from Brenda, she eagerly opened it up. Instead, what she saw made her heart stop and her face go white. It was a text from Lily, a single sentence that spelled doom.
I just peed my pants on
the way back from the airport
Angelica could feel her blood run cold as her jaw fell open. She had always shared her accidents with Lily, and she had told herself that that was why she would be all right now. But now—now it was clear. She had felt this whole time as though the universe had set this night up specifically for her to repeat history, but that she had overcome and emerged victorious. Now she saw. What she had thought was her rushing toward victory had actually been her plunging headlong into a trap. She had been fooled, and she had lost.
As these thoughts poured into her head, she lost her grip momentarily on her bladder. In that span of time, a hot, rebellious jet of urine spurted into her panties. It lasted less than a second, but it was immediately followed by one lasting longer, closer to two seconds. Angelica gasped and grabbed her crotch hard with both hands. She could feel the warm wetness permeate through the fabric of her underwear and into her shorts, making them damp under her hands. She realized with chagrin that she was still holding her phone, and it was getting wet now—wet with her own pee.
A wildness like that of a caged animal took over her. She still had some fight left in her. The hand that held her phone went back to pounding on the door as hard as she could, all while she bent and unbent her legs, bobbing, twisting, bouncing, clenching, trying as hard as she could to just hold on somehow. A sudden self-awareness pierced her consciousness, and she turned her head over her shoulder, face red, wondering if anyone could see her like this, right on the verge of completely soaking her shorts. But no, thankfully, everyone seemed to be minding their own business. There were fewer people here now, it seemed, as people had been coming and going during the night through the door in the fence. Even now, three people were leaving at that same time that one person was coming in—
Angelica did a double take, unable to believe what she saw. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear them, and then looked again.
It was Brian.
She had had a crush on Brian ever since she had first met him, several years before. Unfortunately for her, one of their earliest interactions had ended with her peeing herself in front of him. Ever since then, she had given him something of a wide berth, even though her feelings hadn’t changed. She had just assumed that he would never be interested in her, and it felt too embarrassing to try to start over. Then he had graduated, and she hadn’t seen him since. Until tonight. Until now, of all times.
Humiliation, pain, and desperation mounted once more. They hovered there for a moment, like a wave about to crash, as Angelica held on as tightly as she could with bated breath. But seeing Brian was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, and then…then it was all over.
Middle-schooler Angelica felt her throat constrict as her endurance gave way. There was one final spike of sharp, stinging agony, and then the next thing she knew, she was urinating freely into her underwear. Her tears flowed liberally now, though not as liberally as the flow in her pants. She kept pounding on the door, not knowing what else to do, as her hand grew warm, then hot, and very, very wet. Looking down at herself, she sobbed, “no, no, no,” as she watched her pee work its way through the cracks between her fingers to spray down onto the concrete step.
Current-day Angelica turned her face back towards the door, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes closed as she too felt her resolve and stamina evaporate. There wasn’t even another spurt—instead, her urine broke directly into a full-on flood. Her knocks grew weaker and weaker until she stopped knocking altogether. It was too late now, after all. She didn’t open her eyes, but she could feel her entire crotch, inner thighs, and butt grow torrid with her deluge.
Middle-schooler Angelica couldn’t make herself stop. The wetness had spread down her right thigh before dribbling out from the cuff of the leg. Now she could see it making its way down her left thigh as well, thoroughly saturating the fabric. On her right leg, her pee flowed in courses and rivulets down her calf before splattering across her foot and flip-flop, making them uncomfortable with sizzling moistness. She cried louder and looked back up at the door, banging harder, despite the fact that she was past the point of no return.
Current-day Angelica opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder again, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush over her face. It was a small mercy that from what she could tell, she was still being ignored by the rest of the party. Her bladder was empty enough now that she was able to stop peeing. However, the damp warmth of her panties, the dripping from her shorts, and her worn-out muscles meant that no sooner had she cut off the flow than it began again. She could feel her pee once more spread all throughout her panties before pouring out in a cascade down the gap between her underwear and the right leg of her shorts. A second later, the dripping from the soaked cloth turned once more into a steady stream.
Middle-schooler Angelica could at long last feel the flow lessening and her urine jetting out into her underwear less forcefully as her bladder finally experienced relief. To feel the pain dissipate was almost euphoric, but she was utterly humiliated at having lost control. She kept sobbing as she peed, feeling like a little baby again. Looking down at herself once more as she continued to go to the bathroom in her pants, she could see that her left thigh was also totally wet now, with sheets of pee spraying out from between her thighs and sprinkling widely across the concrete step. There was now a sizable puddle, spreading out to either side of the stairs and pouring down them like a waterfall. At last she finished having an accident, ending with a few final half-hearted spurts. Unable to move yet, she merely stood there, frozen and in shock. She didn’t know it was possible to hold so much.
Current-day Angelica also looked down at herself, watching in dismay as her green shorts went almost black with wetness. Her left thigh was wet all along the inside, and there was a wide stain around her crotch, but the worst damage was on her right thigh. The fabric was completely soaked, not just on the inside of her thigh, but spread around the front and back as well to meet on the outside. Her pee was spraying directly out from the leg down onto her tennis shoe, soaking the material and making her ankle sock hot and squishy. The puddle on the stairs was mainly around her right foot, spreading out to pour over the edge into the grass on the right but also down the stairs somewhat.
At long last, longer than it had taken her to finish as a middle schooler, her urine tapered off. She could feel the weight and heat in her shorts as they were now thoroughly sodden. The dripping continued as she pushed the last few drops out of her bladder and into her underwear. No sense in holding back now.
As she stood there, looking down at the damage in humiliated resignation, Angelica heard the door in front of her unlock and open up. Brenda stood in front of her, silhouetted by the light in the house. Angelica lifted her head, bashful and timorous to see Brenda standing there, completely gobsmacked. The look on her face was one of absolute shock and horror. She looked down at Angelica’s puddle, then up at her face, then down again at her shorts, then up again. Her mouth began to move as if she was trying to form words, but nothing came out. Finally, she managed an aghast, “What happened?”
Angelica took a deep breath to try to keep from crying. She swallowed hard, then responded simply, “You took too long.”
~Aftermath~
Brenda went and found a towel for Angelica to wrap around herself before coming inside. Angelica had to spend a few minutes pleading with her not to tell anyone about what had happened. Eventually Brenda promised, much to Angelica’s relief. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel comfortable lending Angelica any clothes, despite her numerous and vociferous protestations. So the end result was Angelica being stowed away in the bathroom off the master bedroom, where Brenda said she could stay, if she wanted, until Patrick came for her.
Angelica was extremely reticent to tell Patrick what happened, of course. He had already seen her wet herself once, and that was one time too many. So, while cooped up in the bathroom, she removed her socks and shoes, gingerly peeled off her soaked shorts and underwear, and found a towel. She tried to squeeze as much excess urine as she could out of her wet clothes, though the tennis shoes had to be considered a loss, and hung them over the curtain bar on the bathtub. This bathroom had a separate shower cubicle, which she now used to clean herself.
As she rinsed away the vestiges of her accident, she thought back on the events of tonight. Being forced to relive such a humiliating memory in such a point-for-point reenactment had been horrendously embarrassing, of course. Oddly enough, however, at this moment, with it behind her and warm, soapy water embracing her, she felt at peace. It was a surprising realization, and she tried to sort through her feelings, wondering what brought about this unnatural tranquility. As she attempted to analyze her own thought patterns, they kept pointing in one direction.
It was from seeing Brian again.
Angelica scrubbed her legs, baffled by her own emotions. How could it be that she hadn’t seen Brian in over a year, and she was still so affected by him? How was it that she had had such an embarrassing incident in front of him when they still barely knew each other, and it didn’t dampen her feelings?
And if her feelings hadn’t changed…why did she avoid getting to know him better when she had the chance?
Something that felt like hope burst open inside her, like dewdrops coruscating off a flower shaken in the breeze. She felt suddenly fresh and light and, most surprisingly, cheerful. It wasn’t too late. Brian was no longer in high school? Well, neither was she. She was sure there had to be some way of reconnecting. And then…just maybe…
Angelica felt a smile creep up on one side of her mouth. Somehow, even the very real possibilities that he would have a girlfriend or just plain wouldn’t be interested seemed remote and untroublesome. She had just all but admitted to herself that she had feelings for Brian, and nothing could darken her mood now.
Of course, she couldn’t try to contact him tonight, not when she was holed up waiting for her clothes to dry. Having stepped out of the shower and toweled off, she proceeded to sit on the bathmat, naked, and wait for when Patrick would be here to pick her up. She guessed (and hoped) that her clothes would be dry enough by then to only be wet to the touch. Maybe she could pull off not being detected.
Sitting there with her phone trying to pass the time felt like the worst waiting room ever. Angelica immediately searched in her contacts, found Brian’s, hovered over it, and then thought better of it. A few minutes later she did the same, before making up her mind and telling herself firmly that she would text Brian tomorrow. It would be something to look forward to. Instead, she texted Patrick, telling him to call when he was outside.
It was over an hour later when he did call. During that hour, Angelica had put her bra and shirt back on, used the bathroom again a couple of times, drunk water from the tap, and browsed Instagram and YouTube. When the call finally came, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she now had to leave the bathroom, and she could only hope the evidence of her accident wouldn’t be noticed.
She slipped her panties back on easily enough, although of course they were very disagreeably cold and damp. Almost immediately after donning them, though, they warmed up from her body heat and instead merely felt gross. Her shorts were also still very damp and felt decidedly colder, but she gave a little sigh of success as she turned back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror, and determined that for all intents and purposes, there was no visible wet spot, at least not in the darkness. Her socks and tennis shoes felt worst of all, but she needed to put them back on to avoid suspicion. Finally, content that she would pass a cursory visual inspection, Angelica took a deep breath and stepped out.
She tried to avoid contact with anyone on her way out, even Brenda. As she passed through the back yard again towards the door in the fence, she kept her face forward, resisting the urge to look for Brian—and trying not to be seen by him, either. As she reached for the door in the fence, she nearly bumped into someone coming out at the same time. Hearing a familiar “excuse me,” she looked to see who it was. It was James again.
As soon as he saw it was Angelica, James’s face darkened. Not saying anything, he simply took a step back and motioned with his hand for her to pass first. Angelica thought back to their earlier interaction with the same newfound clarity she had found when showering. Sure, James had been a huge jerk, but she also had been rude. At the very least, if he didn’t know how to interact socially, maybe the best thing would be for him to see what an apology looked like.
She cleared her throat and looked him in the eye. “James, I’m sorry for being so rude to you earlier. It…it was uncalled for. Would you…forgive me?” It of course felt weird to say, but her conscience now felt lighter as a result.
Angelica couldn’t quite place the look on James’s face. It seemed kind of like shock, kind of like suspicion, kind of like fear, but also kind of like softness. Maybe most of his self-sufficient condescension came from a kind of resentment, a resentment borne out of inept social graces. Maybe, just maybe, this was one of the few times someone had treated him like a person, instead of like a collection of annoying quirks. His mouth was open, but he stared in silence. At last, he managed a small “sure.”
Angelica smiled. It was good to clear that up, but it was also best for that to be the end of the conversation. She nodded, said a confident “thank you,” and walked through the door in the fence. Patrick was waiting for her.
As they began driving, Angelica made sure the windows were cracked open, ostensibly because it was a warm night, but in reality to diminish any smell from her damp clothes. At the same time, she noticed that she was starting to need to pee again. After the ordeal from earlier, her muscles were tired and more sensitive. However, since the ride home would only be about half an hour, she didn’t think anything of it. She was, however, reminded of Lily’s text from earlier, which she had never responded to. Opening her phone, she sent off a text.
How? What happened?
She had to wait a minute for Lily to answer. It was fairly late by now, after all. She also questioned whether talking to Lily about this was a good idea, as her own bladder was refilling. Finally, the response came.
I had to pee really bad
And then we got stuck in traffic
So yeah
Angelica could imagine that kind of agony. She had never peed herself in traffic before, but she had definitely been caught in traffic with a full bladder. She was about to send off a response when she was thrown forward in her seat by Patrick rapidly braking. The sudden pressure on her abdomen caused her to gasp and she looked up. Out of nowhere, the almost-empty late-night highway lanes had become clogged with bumper-to-bumper congestion. She heard Patrick let out an annoyed “crap!” at the delay.
Angelica felt an uneasiness stir inside her, the first dark cloud to trouble her earlier good mood. She tried in vain to see an end of the long line of red brake lights stretching out in front of them. Her bladder felt like it was tightening, and she gave it a quick squeeze. In a wavering voice, she asked, “Where did all this traffic come from?”
Patrick sighed. “No idea. My guess is there was an accident that’s blocking lanes.” He leaned his head on his hand against the window.
Angelica felt perturbed. Something about this seemed wrong. She wasn’t desperate, it wasn’t that—but this felt too…close, too coincidental. Maybe she was becoming paranoid, but she felt troubled. Looking down at her phone again, she asked Lily.
Do you know what caused the traffic?
She waited, in suspense. Eventually, Lily’s answer came.
There was a wreck that blocked two lanes
I think
Angelica leaned back in her seat. She knew it. There was something about tonight, something she couldn’t explain, that was making her life mirror past events. First the whole ordeal at the Davises’, and now Lily’s recent experience. She had tried to resist in the first situation. She had tried, and she had failed. She had fought and lost. Now she would be forced to undergo another trial? No. No, she didn’t have it in her anymore tonight. Better to just get it over with.
She gave a sigh as her sphincter relaxed once more, feeling the same familiar sensation of hot urine flood her clothes. Her panties rapidly re-saturated, and the wetness spread down under her butt to create a puddle on the faux leather seats. She could feel her pee spreading also out from her crotch, turning the fabric almost black again. Her face went red again as she could hear the definitive hssss of her urine escaping. Her pee flowed up to the edge of her seat and began to trickle off as well, streaking down both calves. Unlike earlier, this accident did not last nearly as long, and so she had already just about finished by the time Patrick realized what was happening. He sat up straight with a start and stared down at her crotch in shock, then up at her face.
Angelica could tell she was blushing as she brushed her hair behind her ear. But she had almost run out of energy to be embarrassed by this point. She shifted in her seat, hearing the squelch of her puddle around her butt, and merely let out, “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have been able to hold it.”
Then, with no further explanation, she turned forward again, to face the long line of traffic reaching off into the night. |
Chapter 5 - Amusement Park
Specific tags: spanking (kind of), masturbation (kind of), squirting
“Wait, what? You don’t like roller coasters?”
Lily gaped at Angelica, her question hanging in the air. Her face was plastered with an “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” stunned expression.
Angelica tried to let the question slip by unanswered and kept her eyes on the road. But when she looked back to Lily, she was still boring into her with that gaze, waiting for an answer. Angelica faced the road again, then back towards Lily, expecting her at any time to crack a smile and move on. When this didn’t happen, Angelica gave an awkward chuckle, trying to laugh it off. Lily didn't break.
“I mean, I just don't like the feeling you get on them. That can't be that weird—I’m sure there are a lot of people who don't like roller coasters.”
“Yeah, but if you don't like them, then why did you go along with this idea at all? I said we should go to Firefly Thrills because I thought we would both have fun. You should've told me you didn't want to go!”
Angelica didn’t know how to respond. Usually she went along with whatever Lily suggested, partly because Lily had the greater enthusiasm and partly because she also had the better ideas. One could only suggest “Let’s have a night where we stay at home and read” so many times before someone will start to wonder how it’s a two-person activity. The fact was, though, that she had grown accustomed to letting Lily plan things. There had been enough ideas that she hadn’t expected to like but wound up liking anyway for her to be content to leave things as they were. And for those things that she didn’t end up enjoying—their ill-fated trip to the haunted house came to mind—well, it usually took less emotional energy to endure it than to try to protest it. In addition, the two of them hadn’t done anything big together in the time after Angelica’s issue at Brenda Davis’s party a month before. So when Lily had said they should go to an amusement park for her birthday, Angelica agreed without making a fuss. She had almost forgotten about how strange it would seem to anyone who was outside of her own brain for her to happily go along with something she disliked. Now that Lily was putting her on the spot about it, she realized she didn’t have much of a good explanation.
Readjusting her grip on the steering wheel and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Angelica cleared her throat and said, “Well, it’s for your birthday, and you suggested it, so, I, uh, I thought…you wanted…”
Lily pulled her legs up to her chest on the passenger seat and let her head lean over against the headrest, her face crestfallen. “Aw, Angie, I didn’t mean to make you come. I just thought it would be fun. I thought we’d both have fun! Did you think I didn’t care what you thought?”
Angelica gave Lily a quick conciliatory glance in between maintaining her attention on the road. She switched her blinker on and pulled off onto the exit for the park. “Oh, no! No, that’s not it. Okay. Listen. Sure, I don’t really like them, but, but, I also haven’t been on one for a long time…maybe I’ll like it more this time.” She gave a saccharine smile to Lily. When Lily’s expression didn’t lift, Angelica pressed further. “It’s like, so many times, you have great ideas, Lil. Even if I don’t think I’ll have fun, I usually do. So I agreed because you’re my best friend, and I know you’ll have fun, and if you have fun, then I probably will too. Okay?”
Lily’s smile returned and she straightened her head. “You mean it?” Angelica nodded at her, smiling genuinely. The usual pep returned to Lily’s voice and she faced forward again. “Thanks, Angie. That means a lot.”
Angelica pulled the car off the service road into the entrance to the park’s parking lot. A sign reading “FIREFLY THRILLS PARK” in bright, colorful letters arched over the entryway. Lily was almost squealing with delight—actually, she was squealing with delight—as they collected their parking pass from the automatic dispenser and made their way into the crowded lot, slowing down for hordes of visitors—families with small children like firecrackers of excitement, young couples draped romantically over each other, and the occasional day camp group, all wearing matching neon T-shirts. Once they found a parking spot, Angelica put up the sunshade and insisted that they both put on sunscreen before going inside. Lily gave a little pout but complied. After a hasty application, Angelica had to take half a minute to rub in all the places that Lily had missed, all while telling her good-naturedly to stop whining and sit still.
Once this ordeal was over, they both exited the car and stretched their legs, with Angelica using a hand to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. As she squinted in the cloudless daylight, she tucked her brown hair behind her ears and wondered offhand if she had dressed too warmly, wearing a dark gray T-shirt, jeggings, and tennis shoes. The T-shirt she had picked because it was the only one she owned long enough to provide at least some cover to her bottom, with every curve visible in its current tight embrace by the jeggings. The jeggings she had picked because they were the only clean thing she had that wasn’t a skirt. She almost never wore them, and felt slightly self-conscious wearing them now, usually preferring outfits that weren’t so…form-fitting. Lily, on the other hand, had on a pink tank top, yellow shorts, and sandals. As she put her blonde hair into a ponytail, she appeared to Angelica as though she had stepped right of the pages of a department store’s summer sale circular.
Angelica looked over at the gateway to the park’s interior, a good hundred yards away, and guessed that they wouldn’t allow outside food in. With that in mind, she grabbed her water bottle from the cupholder in the car door and chugged the rest of it, burping discreetly when finished. Even though probably eighty percent or more of the rides in the park wouldn’t be fun to her, she had to admit that on a whole, the place gave off an air of inviting excitement. And she was with her best friend, for her birthday. A smile crept up one side of her mouth and she turned back towards Lily.
“C’mon, Lil. Let’s go have fun.”
~*~*~*~*~
The two girls had been at the park for close to two hours, and Angelica had not been on a single roller coaster, despite Lily’s pleas. During that time, every time Lily joined the line for one, Angelica would stay behind and watch, also taking the opportunity to examine the nearby park maps. In this way she gradually familiarized herself with every attraction there was which lacked excessive G-forces. She would also use the time to sneak in intermittent texts to Brian. Ever since she had admitted her attraction to him, she had taken the initiative to reach out and try to start some kind of a friendship. So far he had responded amiably, though Angelica had tried to act reserved and not come exploding into his life with professions of undying love like some kind of psycho. So, things were going well, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how she felt—and if he felt the same way too.
Then, once Lily had finished her ride, Angelica would point out a tamer one that they could both go on, and so they spent their time alternating back and forth. In the hot sun, both friends had to routinely stop by water fountains to rehydrate. Angelica was definitely drinking more, though, since she could do so while Lily was in line. This, combined with the water bottle from earlier, caused her to begin to notice a need for a toilet after about an hour in the park. She didn’t pay much attention to it, however, since the two of them were trying to get in as much fun as possible in the time they had, and Angelica told herself she could go by a bathroom any time she needed. Meanwhile, her stomach had begun to growl as well, and she thought it was probably about time for them to get lunch.
As Lily breathlessly caught up to Angelica at the exit of The Devil’s Tower, a coaster that excelled in vertical drops and time spent upside down, Angelica gave her a smile to match Lily’s own grin of exhilaration, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Lily, though, staggered over to the bench and flopped right down on it, causing Angelica to laugh and sit down again. Lily’s head was lying back and she still seemed out of breath, though Angelica couldn’t tell how much of it was actual and how much was Lily just being overly dramatic in her excitement.
“So, how was it? New favorite?” Every roller coaster that Lily had ridden that day had been subsequently declared her “new favorite.”
Lily lifted her head ever so slightly. “Definitely.” She dropped her head down again and laughed. “You really need to go on one, Angie. They are like, so much fun. Really, you’ve gotta try one. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you think.”
Angelica laughed dismissively, hoping to dispel the thought from Lily’s mind. “Yeah, well, I know you’re enjoying them. That’s enough for me, really.”
Lily raised her head all the way up and looked Angelica in the eye. “Could you at least try one today?” When Angelica laughed again, she puckered her lower lip in a fake pout. “Pwetty pwease? It’s for my birthday.”
Angelica just chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to be a stick-in-the-mud whenever Lily got this silly. As Lily’s infantile pleadings continued, eventually Angelica broke. “All right, all right! You win, ya big baby. One. I will go on one roller coaster today.”
Lily giggled gleefully and rubbed her hands together. “Yay! Now I just have to think of the perfect one for you to lose your roller coaster virginity on!”
“Oh my gosh.” Angelica covered her face with one hand, embarrassed by Lily’s comment. It only had the effect of making Lily break out afresh into tittering cackles. Angelica sat there, mouth scrunched up on one side, and stared off into the crowds while waiting for Lily to get it out of her system. As Lily’s snickers died down, Angelica turned back towards her with an exaggerated “ANYWAY,” making Lily cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. Even Angelica couldn’t resist the smile playing on one corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry. Do you think we should go get something to eat? There’s a place here that sells pizza. I thought it looked pretty good.”
Lily leaned forward on the bench, preparing to stand. “Yeah, good idea. Pizza sounds good. You’ll have to lead the way.” They both stood and began walking when Lily suddenly stopped. At Angelica’s puzzled look, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait a second. After we eat, we’ll have to wait a while before we can go on a roller coaster again.”
Angelica tried to follow Lily’s train of thought without success. “So?”
Lily arched an eyebrow with an “I’m-onto-you” expression. “So, you just said you’d go on a roller coaster today. Are you trying to get out of it now?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“Well, I can just hear you now: ‘Sorry, Lil, but I’m still too full. I don’t think I can ride yet. Oh, what’s that? It’s time for us to go? Oops, sorry about that.’” She put her hands on her hips in mock accusation.
“Come on, Lil, I won’t do that. I promised I’d ride one.”
Lily’s face immediately switched to a bright, bubbly smile. “Great! So let’s do it now, and we can eat lunch after.”
Angelica’s eyes darkened as she realized she’d been played. When she had said she would go on a roller coaster today, she hadn’t really thought that meant today today. It felt more like homework that you could just keep putting off for a few hours more. In her gut, she wanted to avoid it as long as possible, but in her head, she knew that Lily was probably right. Hey, and if she got it over with now, then she’d be free for the rest of the day. It was probably best to do it now, then, but the thought still made her stomach churn with anxiety. She also felt her bladder give off a stronger twinge, letting her know that it would need attention soon. Okay, fine. They could do this first, then she’d stop by the bathroom on the way to get lunch. Lily’d probably need to go, too. She licked her lips, then said, “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.”
The next minute or so was spent with Lily deliberating over which would be the perfect experience for Angelica to get her feet wet on. After a fair amount of voluble considerations, she concluded that the ideal roller coaster would be The Typhoon, which, according to Lily, boasted the optimal balance of creativity with tried-and-true solid design. Angelica didn’t have much to say in response, but she couldn’t help but be a little impressed at how much of a connoisseur Lily evidently was, though her insides were still unsettled.
After a few minutes’ walk, both girls came upon the entrance to The Typhoon. A painted blue walkway led up one story to where the ride itself began. As they entered the walkway, Angelica took a deep breath. So, this was really happening. She could feel her nerves start to stand on edge, making her stomach quiver. At least that helped with not feeling quite so hungry. As they joined the end of the line, she drummed absentmindedly on the railing, not knowing what to do with her hands. Trying to peer ahead, Angelica could see a decently lengthy line ahead of them, even though there were two cars running on the roller coaster. She sighed and ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, trying to quell her jitters.
At first, Lily tried to engage Angelica in a conversation about the upcoming ride, but such a topic couldn’t be sustained for long, and the line was advancing steadily, but slowly. Instead, she resorted to merely making idle chitchat during the wait. Angelica wasn’t much in the mood for talking—she seldom was when feeling anxious—and this was no exception. She tried to breathe evenly and smoothly, telling herself to just relax. It only worked so much.
On top of her anxiousness, over the course of the wait, she could feel her bladder steadily filling more. After about ten minutes the feeling was ever present, and by the time they had been in line for twenty minutes, she found it difficult to think about anything else. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t helping. Raising her head as insouciantly as she could, she tried to gauge how much of the line remained ahead of them. They were now next to the stretch of track where passengers would embark and disembark, but at this point the line began doing switchbacks, lengthening the number of people in front of them. Lily had stopped talking at all, most likely because the noise of the coaster was right next to them and drowned out any attempt at conversation. Angelica was thus left alone with her thoughts…and her ever-increasing need to pee.
Rocking back and forth as discreetly as she could, she nonchalantly roved her gaze about, trying to familiarize herself with as much of the track as possible. Watching car after car make the loop, she estimated that the ride lasted about two minutes in total. Most of the path it took was hidden from view from where they stood, but she counted the seconds between shrieks and did her best to estimate the steepness of the drop based off the intensity of the screaming. There wasn’t much else to do, and both her stomach and her bladder were getting increasingly tingly as time passed, inexorably drawing her nearer to experiencing those drops and twists herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself over and over that this was it, just one, and then she’d be done.
Without warning, her bladder suddenly constricted, making her have to quickly cross one leg over the other. No, no! Just hold on! She could tell that she wasn’t yet desperate—it was just nerves. Take another deep breath, just like that. That’s it. She was in control.
The line moved forward slightly, and Angelica uncrossed her legs and closed the gap. If only the line were shorter! At this point, the waiting itself was the worst part. She moved her weight to one leg, then the other. Stay calm. Stay calm and everything would be all right. She leaned herself against the railing and watched Lily. If Lily suspected that she needed to pee, then they would both end up in the same boat. Lily, however, was busy watching the coaster carriages arrive and depart with an eager expression on her face.
Watching her friend’s excitement helped take Angelica’s mind off her own need for a toilet. After a few seconds, Lily noticed Angelica watching her and flashed her a smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Angelica smiled back. Maybe she would enjoy this more than she thought. At least now her bladder had seemed to quiet down. See, she’d be fine. There were probably only a few more minutes in line.
Sure enough, about three minutes later, they found themselves passing through the gate onto the metal platform above which the seats were suspended. Each carriage had four rows of four seats each, and as Lily and the other fourteen people quickly swarmed the rows, Angelica hung behind, her nerves now making her breathing quicken, and hesitated. Now that she was seeing it up close, the coaster was bigger than she had realized, and she swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she admitted to herself that she felt afraid.
Lily was already seated and saw Angelica still standing off to the side. She gave a big smile and waved her arm in a large gesture, waving for Angelica to come and find a seat. Angelica returned a half-hearted smile, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. She was the only person still standing, and so she was forced to take the only empty seat left, which was unfortunately two rows behind Lily, who had, unsurprisingly, sat in the front. She moved in between the two rows and climbed in between the two other riders on either side.
Angelica tentatively slid into the hard plastic seat and wriggled her bottom, trying to get comfortable. Like many roller coasters, it was designed to restrict your movement as much as possible from every angle, and, as such, the seat was contoured to fit the average rear end. She tried fidgeting for a few seconds before realizing that her efforts weren’t going to change the shape of the coaster’s seat and subsequently sat still. Now that she was actually sitting on the coaster, about to ride, she could feel her heart beating faster. Her apprehension made her head feel like it was filling with pressure, making her ears pop and her peripheral vision weird. Trying to soothe her autonomic nervous system, she swallowed, folded her hands across her lap, and closed her eyes while regulating her breathing. Deep breath in, slooooowly let it out. That was better. She suppressed a nervous yawn.
As the seconds ticked by in her head, Angelica felt her bladder tightening again. She took another deep breath and told herself it was just nerves. She didn’t have to go that badly. Due to her past experiences, she knew that if she had thought she was entering the danger zone, she would have simply left the line. Better to have to wait another half hour than to take that risk. As of now, though, she would have to make sure that they went by a bathroom after this ride. On the other hand, though, maybe it was only from anxiousness, and she wouldn’t have to go once the ride was over? No, but that would mean repeating this whole inner debate—over whether or not she should have gone to the bathroom—on the next ride. At least this should be her only roller coaster. That at least was a comfort. And besides, they were going to have lunch after this, which would be the ideal time to go pee. At the moment, however, she felt tingles going through her crotch and tried to squeeze her thighs together, though the movement was inhibited by the piece of metal between her legs, where the top part of the harness would attach. As she moved, her brow furrowed upon feeling an odd discomfort there, as if something were poking her in her private parts. Looking down, she tried to pull herself off the seat to see what it was.
It looked as though a large nut was supposed to screw in there, but a specially designed one, one that would be flush with the rest of the contoured harness. Instead, there was a much larger nut, clumsily screwed on and not painted over like the rest of the seat. Most likely the original nut had been lost during maintenance, and the mechanic had just slapped on whatever he had that would fit. It was unpleasant, though, boring into her groin the way it was. Maybe she should switch seats—though that would mean expecting someone else to have to get jabbed in the crotch. Or maybe…maybe she should just take her last chance to skip out on the ride altogether. Let Lily have fun on it while she went to use the bathroom. Win-win.
While she was staring at her lap and hovering above the seat, however, an amusement park worker was suddenly in front of her. Angelica heard a rehearsed “Okay, go ahead and sit down in the chair.” She looked up, seeing a freckled girl about her own age wearing the Firefly Thrills Park uniform, her eyes shadowed by her park visor. Instinctively, she found herself doing as the girl said, settling stiffly back into the seat.
“There ya go. Now could you lift your arms for me?” Angelica complied, wanting to ask about changing seats, but only got so far as an “um” before the employee had pulled the over-the-shoulder harness down on its hinge until it clicked into its socket. Angelica’s minor protestation had evidently fallen on deaf ears.
“Great. Now just grab onto the handles here.” The girl took hold of the handles herself, one over each of Angelica’s shoulders, to demonstrate. Once Angelica had copied this action, the girl followed it up with a sing-song “Perfect. Now I’m just gonna tighten everything up for ya, and then you’ll be good to go.” She put both hands on where the harness clicked into the seat and used her weight to push down three times, the whole row of seats shaking each time she did.
On the third push, the harness clicked one more notch into its socket. At the same time, however, the sudden extra push and the shake on the seat jostled Angelica, and without warning, the nut had suddenly spread her labia and popped itself right into her genitals like a speculum. Shocked and embarrassed, she immediately gasped and felt herself go red. The girl took no notice, however. She merely gave a smile and said, “There you are! Enjoy the ride!” before turning and moving briskly and efficiently off to the side.
Angelica shuffled and wiggled in her seat. The thin fabric of her panties and jeggings provided a measly barrier between the metal knob and her most sensitive, private area. Her brow wrought with consternation, she tried in vain to reposition herself so that she was no longer being violated by her chair. It was no use. She was strapped in too snugly to possibly make any difference. Looking down at where the nut was poking into her, she bit on her tongue as she attempted to use her hands to readjust herself. This too met with failure. The harness was too bulky for her to be able to reach her arm around it and access her crotch.
A loud hum of the powerful roller coaster engine revving up intruded on her struggle. In a panic, she looked back up, her eyes darting to and fro to find someone who could stop the ride, stop it before it started. Her bladder gave a quick spasm and she clenched her teeth and her thighs in response. There was no way she could ride like this! She bit her lip and craned her neck, trying to see an employee whose attention she could snag. Glancing about for the bright uniform, she could feel the vibration of the heavy machinery work its way all down through her harness, making her head buzz, her ribs resonate, and her crotch… No, no, it couldn’t be! She had to get out of this seat!
At that moment, though, the entire carriage of seats lifted forcefully off the ground. As it did so, the movement shifted Angelica further down onto the nut in her groin, pressing it up directly against her clitoris. She gave a sharp intake of breath and looked down. This was insane! There was no way that this could be safe or legal for park visitors. She hadn’t felt this defiled since that awful incident in senior year with that bully, Laura Katz…one that she decidedly did not want to be reminded of. She shifted more, trying but failing to pull off. Her frenzied attempts were also making her bladder tighten more and a wave of pain passed through it. She tensed all her muscles, trying to stay under control. It was challenging, considering she couldn’t close her thighs or use her hands in any way. She took another deep breath. It was only a two-minute ride. She could endure it. At least being suspended by the harness kept pressure on her urethra, since she couldn’t hold herself.
The carriage shoved off from the loading area and latched onto the chain that would pull it to the top of the first drop. The rumbling of the powerful motor resonated all through the framework of the roller coaster, but Angelica noticed it most in where it was concentrated in her private parts. As their set of seats made its way slowly, painstakingly up the hill, the vibration against her clitoris continued, and she began experiencing a strange new sensation. Oddly enough, although the buzzing was amplifying her need for a toilet, the pain it produced wasn’t an unpleasant pain. It rose in tandem with an unfamiliar pleasure, producing little shooting sensations all through her crotch, pain and pleasure waltzing together in harmony. She felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier as her body temperature rose. A golden, tingly sensation was permeating her entire body, making her feel floaty, and at the same time, her bladder felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter, the pain of desperation making her leg muscles tense up and her toes curl. Or was it the strange euphoria that was doing that? Her sphincter was on fire with the pressure from her bladder, but almost right next to it, her clitoris was pulsating with jolts of ecstasy like shocks of electricity. Having the foci of such opposite sensations located in such close proximity to each other produced a feeling unlike any she had experienced before.
Being a virgin, and one who had never felt drawn to experiment sexually before, Angelica didn’t recognize the feeling of a building orgasm. Her breaths were labored pants at this point, her face was flushed, and she was white knuckled from gripping the harness so hard. The roller coaster was almost at its peak, and so too were the waves of bliss coursing through her. She felt elation, but combined with fear at not knowing what was happening to her. Suddenly, a moan slipped involuntarily out of her mouth, and she bit down on her lip. But the pleasure was mounting, and so was her bladder pressure, and so was the roller coaster…and another moan came out, and then another…and her pee was about to explode out of her…and she was in heaven…and she imagined Brian’s arms around her…
…and now the roller coaster was at the top…
Angelica screamed, a split second before the rest of the riders. Just when she had thought there was no way she could hold back the impending flood, the roller coaster entered its parabolic drop and the vibrations on her abated. The sudden light-headedness from freefall only amplified the blinding pulses of giddy pleasure that were overtaking her body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled in their sockets as her breaths heaved forcefully, trying to gulp in enough oxygen to cope with the almost frighteningly powerful ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. Her pee hadn’t escaped, though it still felt about to break free and spray all over everything, but her panties felt strangely wet.
As the coaster continued its dives and twists, the nut in her crotch buzzed intermittently, holding her in a loop of terrifying euphoria. Whereas each new drop or spin elicited shrieks from the rest of the people riding, each one brought about a fresh moan from Angelica. She was barely even aware of the ride itself, unable to think of anything but the inexorable crashing waves of rapture holding her captive. Fresh peaks of pleasure mounted again and again, each one higher than the last, until she felt sure her body couldn’t take any more. She thrashed about in her seat, overwhelmed with the enormity of the sensations she was experiencing. Each new zenith of rhapsody brought with it a new spike of desperation, however, and it was all she could do to hold her pee in.
At long last, the ride evened out and began its coast back into the loading/unloading zone. Angelica had probably reached climax multiple times on the coaster itself, and a new one had been building right up to the point of release when the buzzing had leveled off. Now it was keeping her at a low simmer, neither moving her toward release nor letting her body back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t dare move, since her pee was right up at the edge of her sphincter, eager for freedom. If the carriage could just stop and the vibrations go away, she could be all right—probably.
The seats came to a stop over the metal floor and descended for people to disembark. Angelica could feel her toes brushing the steel surface, and then the harnesses unlatched and swiveled upwards on their hydraulic springs. She waited for the vibration in the nut to die down to how it had been when she first got on the ride, but there was no change. It remained at its same low-level buzz, keeping her at a tantalized state right on the cusp of having another orgasmic wave crash over her. She held on to the sides of the chair, leaning forward, afraid to do anything else. All around her, she could hear the other park guests climbing out of their seats, laughing with post-adrenaline relief. If only that were the only kind of relief she needed. She sat there, even as she heard the gate opening for new people to get on the ride, with all manner of assorted sensations tumbling through her head—thoughts that were closer to individual stimuli than fleshed-out concepts. She was aware of her lips, then her breasts, then remembered her wet and full pants from when she first met Lily, then Brian’s smile, then the cold of her sodden shorts at the Davis household. Footsteps neared her—most likely someone who would tell her she had to leave—but it barely registered in the menagerie of variegated memories of sense churning in her brain as simultaneous pain and pleasure hovered at a crescendo in her crotch.
Angelica didn’t move from her seat. She sat there, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan—or something else. She imagined Brian kissing her, holding her, caressing her…she remembered his smell…she remembered wearing his jacket, and how it felt like he was embracing her…and then she remembered the conditions under which she had been wearing his jacket. Her bladder was constricting in throbbing pulses as the nut continued its low-level vibration inside her, and she knew that if she tried moving right now, it would be all over. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t move—not now, not like this!
She could hear a park employee’s voice in front of her, “Excuse me, miss? You need to get off the ride now.” Opening one eye, she saw a young man standing in front of her, eyes searching her face, likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Behind him and off to the side, Lily stood staring, waiting for her. The employee gently reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you out.”
Her own hand shaking, Angelica gingerly took hold of his. She was still hyperventilating, and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for extrication. Slowly, she began to shift her weight to her feet. This was a delicate procedure. Already, even with her cautious movement, the nut’s vibration against her engorged womanhood made another moan slip embarrassingly out. She had to be careful not to move to quickly, or else…
Unfortunately for her, the park employee was oblivious to her predicament. As soon as Angelica had begun to move, he, most likely in an attempt to be helpful, took hold of her other arm with his free hand and pulled her up and out of the seat in one swift movement. Angelica gasped loudly, and then the sensation of the nut making one final rub as it slid across her clitoris and out from inside her caught up to her, and the mounting wave that had towered up and up and up finally crested.
Angelica screamed, against her will, drawing the attention of most of those who were still standing in line. Her head fell backwards and her legs buckled, unable to support her. Knees bent inwards, she staggered, collapsing against the employee, as pleasure once again washed over her, and then lost control of her bodily functions. Her sphincter gave way entirely, and her urine rushed out into her panties, which were already wet with a spurt of something else. Angelica hovered there, still supported by the bewildered employee, like a ragdoll pumped full of endorphins, and peed her pants.
Within seconds, her panties were completely saturated, and her urine spread out horizontally on either side of her crotch, darkening the fabric, before descending in an inverted triangle down her thighs. The wetness spread out on her butt as well, and in her semi-crouched position it formed a wide wet spot underneath her butt cheeks and spreading up between them. The warm flood continued down her legs in splashing, trickling streams which cascaded from the spandex fabric at the back of her thighs, under her butt, from the bottoms of her calves, and straight from her crotch.
The sheer bliss at the relief doubled her existing ecstasy and made her scream again. By this time, most of the people in line were pointing and chattering among themselves, some laughing, others scandalized. The employee holding her up didn’t know what to do, and simply stared down at her with his mouth open. Most people screamed while riding the roller coaster, and very occasionally some wet themselves, but he had never seen it happen after getting off. He didn’t realize that Angelica had just gotten off in a different sense altogether.
The pee kept flowing, completely uninhibited, spreading across the front and back of both legs until it met on the outside, making the blue spandex dark and shiny. As Angelica came down from her climax, the reality of what had just happened began to pierce the euphoric haze in her brain. Her already-red face turned an even deeper shade of red and she abruptly straightened herself up, supported on her own legs again, and looked down at herself. Her mind was clearer, but the aftershocks of her accidental orgasm were still at play in her body, and she was still breathing heavily. She began to shake uncontrollably as she tried in vain to cut off the flow. Even though she was very nearly empty, she had no power to staunch the release of her urine, and instead watched as the last few seconds of pee sprayed out into her panties, trickling out of her pants to splatter in the large puddle around her feet, tinkling and spreading across the diamond plate steel floor.
Even after finishing, Angelica kept staring at her mess for a few seconds more, as the final vestiges of urine dripped from the legs of her pants into her warm and wet tennis shoes. She raised her head, her face red and her mouth wide, to see the crowd of park visitors in line all staring at her and snickering to each other. Then she turned and faced the park employee, who was still holding her hand. He looked almost as uncomfortable as she was and swallowed, his eyes wide open, then quickly dropped her hand as if it were a live wire. Angelica tried to move her mouth into words, but all that emerged were half-formed stammers. Suddenly, she remembered Lily, and quickly glanced over to where Lily had been standing by the exit. Lily was still there, but her face was white as she beheld Angelica's accident. Their eyes connected, and then Lily bent over with a jump, biting her lip and jamming a hand in between her thighs. She then turned and jogged briskly out the exit door, still holding herself.
A voice from her other side snapped Angelica’s attention immediately around. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Firefly Thrills polo shirt, most likely a supervisor. “Are you all right, young lady?” Both his tone and face conveyed an overlap of concern with suspicion. Angelica looked down at herself again, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and lifted one leg to shake out the golden drops that still clung to the fabric, making a sparkling shower and sending ripples through her puddle again. She knew her face was still beet red, and also guessed that the supervisor thought she may be drunk or high. She raised her head again, but didn’t make eye contact as she responded. “I…I’m…I’m fine. I just…I need, I need…to, to go.” She looked back at the supervisor’s face with a look of guilty embarrassment, then turned to follow after Lily. Her wet pants were feeling chilly, and they chafed as her thighs rubbed back and forth, making nasty squelching sounds. Her squishy wet socks felt gross and uncomfortable, but the worst thing of all, of course, was that she was in the middle of a packed amusement park in broad daylight. There was no hiding what had happened.
A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. As she made her way down the painted steel walkway back into the general park area, she contemplated what had just happened. Yes, she had wet her pants, again, after only a month since her last accident. Yes, of course, it was enormously humiliating. Yes, the same unfortunately familiar sensations brought back all the unfortunately familiar emotions. And yet—and yet she felt oddly…satisfied. The tear she had shed was almost a formality. She thought back to what had happened to her while on the roller coaster and tried to make sense of it. What was this new world of dazzling and terrifying delight that she had fallen into? What did it all mean? Conflicting feelings collided inside her. True, she had peed herself in front of a crowd, but at the same time she had been transported to blissful rhapsodies she didn’t know existed. Mortification weighed heavy on her, but brought with it a sense of impishness, of naughtiness, of the glee of getting away with something forbidden. She thought of being a little child and getting spanked for having an accident. What would it be like…if she were to get spanked…now?
Angelica paused on the empty walkway and stood still for a few seconds. Then, with a bizarre boldness, she bent forward somewhat, causing her rear end to protrude slightly, then placed one hand on it, feeling the dampness. After tracing the edge of the wet spot with her fingers, she lifted her hand and brought it back down. It gave a sharp little splat as it made contact with the sodden fabric stretched across her backside, but didn’t really hurt. Pulling her hand back again, she once more gave herself a smack, this time harder. Then again. Then again. It felt strangely good. She deserved this, after all. She had wet her pants, gone pee-pee in her panties like a little baby, so now she got a spanking.
A sudden jolt of realization as to what she was doing burst in upon her brain, and she straightened up like a lightning rod, pulling her hand away from her butt and looking over her shoulders to make sure no one had seen. She then resumed her walk, though at a brisker pace than before. What had just happened? She felt even more embarrassed by what she had just done than by peeing her pants. Well, maybe not, but close. But now a cause of worry had entered her mind. Could it be?…it couldn’t, no, no way…was it, though?…could it be that she actually, in a way…enjoyed wetting herself?
She didn’t want to think about that. Best she just go find Lily and then—well, she would have to figure out what to do at that point. But first, find Lily. Angelica finished making her way down the inclined walkway, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of her relative privacy into the bustling hubbub of the general amusement park. Now exposed, she concentrated on walking with head held high and arms crossed, her jaw rigid with forced indifference. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Paradoxically, it seemed most people were too focused on where they themselves were headed to notice her, though of course she did see the occasional stare, the double take, the point out to someone else and laugh. She pretended not to care.
It didn’t help her to have no idea which way to go. Lily had simply run off, clutching herself, without any kind of clue as to where she would be. Angelica stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and see if she could spot Lily’s familiar blonde hair. If Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder had kicked in, then she had probably made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Angelica looked around for where those might be, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Off to her right there was a refreshments kiosk, behind which there appeared to be a public toilet. That was as good a place as any to start.
As she neared, it became apparent that it was indeed a restroom. There was a line of five or six women standing outside the right-hand door, and third from the end was Lily’s telltale blonde ponytail and narrow frame. She was facing forward, away from Angelica, and apparently was still doing battle with her bladder. Although she no longer had her hand in her crotch, she was rubbing her thighs and rocking back and forth from foot to foot. Angelica stepped up to stand beside her, ignoring the stares and murmurs she got from the ladies behind Lily in line. She stood there sheepishly in silence, without announcing her presence to Lily, and spread her legs open slightly to try to let the material around her crotch dry.
Lily stood, bobbing and bouncing, for a few seconds before catching Angelica out of the corner of her eye. With a start, she turned towards Angelica, her face a mask of alarm. Angelica gave a weak smile and began to offer a “hi” when Lily looked down at her pants, then back up, eyes wide. She then grabbed her groin again and grimaced. Angelica’s smile fell, replaced by concern. She tilted her head to better see Lily’s face and asked, “Lil? What’s wrong?”
Lily’s expression was one of anguish. “Why’d you have to come over here, Angie? Why? I could—I could’ve made it…” Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whine, and she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip and suppressing a groan. Just then, Angelica heard a pshhh and looked down at Lily’s crotch. Within a second, a wet stain spread out from around her hand, darkening the yellow fabric in a five-inch spot before stopping.
Lily’s leak seemed to jolt her to urgency, and she shoved her other hand between her thighs as well, clenching for all she was worth. Her eyes flew open, darting about wildly in a panic. Angelica watched Lily’s plight with an open mouth, unsure of what to do. Lily was doing a full-on potty dance as she blurted out to the women in front of her, “Excuse me, but can I cut in front of you? It’s really an emergency—I don’t think…I can hold it…” Two of the three women in front of her turned around at this, but before either of them could so much as begin to answer, Lily gave out a guttural moan and doubled over.
Angelica heard the hissing sound resume, but louder this time. Lily’s hands were both between her legs, and from Angelica’s position, she had a clear view of Lily’s butt, with her fingers sprouting from the crotch and stretching out over her upper thighs. Within moments, dark wetness blossomed out from Lily’s hands in a mesmerizingly captivating spectacle. It covered her bottom in a round oval, then split into multiple channels of golden liquid, each one spreading its glistening stain over the cloth, darkening the fabric underneath. The pee then began to pour out from the cuffs of Lily’s shorts on both sides in sparkling cascades. Lily stood still, unable to move as she peed herself, while the other women in line watched, giving murmurs of awkward sympathy. Since Lily’s rear end was still sticking out, some of her urine trickled down her smooth legs into her sandals, but most of it splattered out noisily behind her, splashing on the pavement and rapidly forming a puddle. The lady directly behind her gave a tiny gasp and stepped back to keep from getting peed on.
Angelica watched all of this in guilty discomfort. She knew that it was watching her have an accident that made Lily need to go so urgently, but in the swirl of thoughts and emotions on the walk over here, she had forgotten about it. If she had been more mindful, she would have let Lily use the bathroom before catching up to her. So was it her fault, then? This was just like when they first met, only of course, now she knew better. Oops. Standing there stiffly, she shifted her weight to one leg and lolled her tongue inside her cheek uncomfortably while waiting for Lily to finish peeing in her pants. By this time, the women in front of Lily had noticed that Angelica’s pants were also wet and one offered her place in line to go clean up. She merely shook her head in response.
After about twenty seconds, Lily’s stream died down, leaving only the last remnants of urine dripping from her shorts. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up straight and then removed her hands one at a time from her crotch. As she did so, they released a final spattering of pee out to splash down over her feet. She stared at her wet hands in disgust before wiping them off as best she could on the little dry space that remained on the hips of her shorts.
Angelica felt bashful, knowing that Lily only had an accident because of her. At the same time, though, she had to admit to herself that it did feel a little better not being the only one. Did that make her a bad friend? She tried to tell herself that it didn’t, if for no other reason than that they had shared pee accidents enough times in the past. Still, she knew deep down that that was a flimsy excuse, and so she weakly placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder and spoke up in a small voice, “Hey, uh, Lil, how about we just go home?” It was a poor effort at conciliation.
Lily was still looking down at herself in repulsion. After a moment, though, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Angelica again. When she spoke, her tone was somewhat softer, but still with a slight detectable edge. “Angie, you made me wet my pants.”
Angelica swallowed, not knowing how to respond. Eventually, with a lame smile, she answered with a simple “Sorry?”
~Aftermath~
Now that Lily too was wet, both girls reconsidered the offer to cut the line to clean up. They spent about fifteen minutes inside, cleaning off their legs and getting all the drips out of their pants and underwear the best they could. Naturally, there was nearly nothing they could do about reducing the obviousness of the stains, and so Lily agreed to Angelica’s earlier proposal of simply calling it a day and heading out.
The walk back to the entrance of the park was a silent and self-conscious one. It seemed that somehow, seeing two people who had peed themselves attracted people’s attention more than seeing just one. One overweight man, likely in his mid-twenties, jokingly asked in passing, “Got a little too excited, huh?” before continuing on his way with a bellowing laugh, and a short time late a little girl pointed and said loudly to her mother, “Look, mommy, those two women wet their pants!” before being quickly shushed. Angelica glanced over at Lily, who was looking down as she walked, her face red. She put her arm around Lily’s shoulder, giving her a slight smile as she made eye contact. Lily returned the smile, and then Angelica held out her arm for Lily to link hers with, which she did for the remainder of their walk.
Back out in the parking lot, they were faced with the problem of how to keep from getting the seats wet. This was Angelica’s parents’ car—she was still looking for one of her own—and ever since the incident the previous month in Patrick’s car, the last thing she wanted was a reason to make her things more awkward between her and her mom. Patrick had said he would take care of cleaning the seat and for her not to worry about it, but she was pretty sure he had told their mom about it, and ever since then, her mom had been dropping subtle hints about maybe going to a doctor to get checked out. Angelica didn’t know which would be more embarrassing—having her mother think that she had some kind of medical condition, or admitting to her that no, these accidents were just good, old-fashioned, couldn’t-hold-it-any-more pants wettings.
After digging around for a little bit, the best they could find were some fast-food napkins stuffed in the glove compartment. It was a scant solution, but better than nothing. It took a few minutes for them to devise the best distribution for maximum coverage, and once done, they needed to stay very still to stay exactly on top of the tiny areas of absorption.
Since they still hadn’t had lunch, Angelica suggested they go by a drive-thru on their way back, her treat. Lily gratefully accepted, not seeming upset at Angelica anymore. They found a Jack-in-the-Box only a few minutes away, drove to it, and ordered two combo meals, then consumed them hungrily in the parking lot in the privacy of the car.
Once they had finished eating, they began the drive back. It was about an hour’s drive, and the girls were both in better spirits now, and so they spent the time in fun conversation, making jokes, singing together, and such. At one point, Angelica’s phone buzzed with a text. She opened it, saw it was from Brian, and texted off a quick response.
“You know, Angie, you shouldn’t be texting while driving.” Lily’s voice had a playful sternness to it that Angelica knew was meant to mimic her own voice.
She blushed a little. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.”
Lily gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Hmm…I wonder who would be important enough for my straight-arrow friend Angie to be texting back even when she shouldn’t be? Let’s see—survey says…Brian?” She stretched the last word out in a gooey tone.
Angelica rolled her eyes and blushed more. “Yes, you got me.” She had naturally told Lily about the developments there, with Lily giving her full support, as any best friend would. Lily demonstrated it now, giggling and kicking her legs in excitement.
As quickly as her mirth had begun, however, it died away, a look of concern on her face as she stared out the windshield. Angelica knew what had caused it. In front of them, the theretofore relatively clear traffic came to a sudden grinding halt. There were bumper-to-bumper brake lights in front of them, as far as they could see. Angelica sighed. She hadn’t expected this much backup. In addition, she could feel slight consternation nosing its way into her head, as the water and combo drink from earlier were working their way through her, and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom again. She looked over at Lily, wondering if she were feeling the same urges. But after what had happened in the park, she knew better than to mention it.
As it turned out, she didn’t need to. After no more than five minutes in the jam, with excruciatingly little progress made, Lily spoke up. “I need to pee.” It was a simple enough statement, but Angelica knew her well enough to detect the nigh-imperceptible tremor in her voice. What it meant was “and we should find a place where I can do that, pretty soon.” She also knew better than even to agree, knowing that once Lily knew someone else was in the same boat, it would only make her have to go even more. So instead, she gave a noncommittal “mhm.”
Their conversation continued, but Angelica could tell it was less lively than before. As the minutes passed by, and her own bladder refilled, she could also gauge Lily’s need by how much less she spoke. After another fifteen minutes, in which they had maybe gone one and a half miles, Lily groaned and crossed her legs. She looked over to Angelica and whined, “Angie, I reeeally have to go. Can’t we find someplace?”
Angelica grimaced awkwardly. The next exit was in about three miles, and if their rate of travel stayed the same, they wouldn’t reach it for close to another half an hour. She shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, Lil, but we probably can’t for at least another thirty-five to forty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?” Immediately after saying it, she wondered why she had bothered to ask that last question. It wasn’t as if they had an alternative option in case Lily couldn’t wait.
Lily merely responded with another groan, shifting around in her seat, despite the careful arrangement of napkins under her. Angelica looked over at her in compassion, empathizing with her as her own tank filled. She wasn’t feeling as desperate as Lily, but she was having a difficult time ignoring it now. Since Lily wasn’t up for conversation much, she decided to try to take her mind off it by going back to texting Brian.
They continued, with short periods of advancing followed by longer ones of sitting still, during which Angelica would continue her phone dialogue and do her best to console Lily. Another fifteen minutes went by, during which Lily had whined and groaned more, lamenting the slowness of traffic and the quantity of her urine. She had also leaned forward in her seat and put her hands in her crotch, and she was now rocking slightly, giving whimpers through clenched teeth. Angelica figured it probably would be best for her to take a break from texting to be there for her friend. Dropping the phone in her lap, she turned to Lily. “You can make it, Lil. You’re gonna be okay.” Lily didn’t reply.
Of course, Angelica had her doubts about whether Lily would indeed be okay or not. As she watched her best friend struggle with her full bladder, her thoughts began to wander. She knew what Lily was going through, thinking back to when she herself had had an accident a couple of years earlier, at the harvest festival. In fact, knowing what it felt like was an instrumental reason why the two of them were friends now. But at the harvest festival—that had happened in front of Brian. And here she was, years later, still in touch. Were the two connected somehow? A full bladder and attraction to Brian?
And now her mind drifted back to her experience on the roller coaster and immediately afterward. Her thoughts had been flooded with those images of him, right before her pants had been flooded with her pee. And then on the walkway… She didn’t know what it all meant, but as her urge to pee increased now, and seeing Lily’s do the same, and the texts from Brian came in, she could feel a new moistness in her panties.
Then, with no warning, her bladder suddenly contracted, releasing a short spurt of urine out, rewarming the area around her private parts. She gasped, leaned forward, and quickly used her free hand to grab her crotch. It had just been a small leak and was quickly cut off, but it had come as a surprise. And, unfortunately, it had not gone unnoticed by Lily.
Lily had turned toward Angelica when she had first leaked, and now her face went red. She bit her lip with a moan, then said, in a small and shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Angie. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I’m going to wet my pants…oh my gosh, I’m going to wet myself…” A second after that, the telltale hiss began, and Angelica watched, transfixed, as Lily’s yellow shorts once again sprouted a dark patch, the wetness spreading rapidly across her thighs even as she continued to hold herself. She knew that there was no way the napkins under Lily’s butt would be enough to protect the seat, and she wondered how much it cost to get the seats cleaned—and if her mom would ever let her borrow the car again.
Witnessing her friend’s loss of control, however, only amplified her own need—and strangely, simultaneously increased the excitement she was feeling in her privates. She had to stay in control, though. She couldn’t let a repeat of what had happened earlier occur. It didn’t help that her panties had gotten all warm around her sensitive spot from her leak earlier. Then she realized that she was still holding herself, and that the whole time she had been, her phone had still been in her lap. It was now pressed up against her groin by her hand.
And then, it buzzed.
Angelica gasped and gripped herself harder. It was probably another text from Brian. But it had vibrated right up against her clitoris, just like the roller coaster, and now her excitement was building, and she had to focus on holding her pee…
And then the phone buzzed again.
She knew that if the phone weren’t right in her crotch, she would be fine. But she had to keep holding herself, afraid to remove her hand—yet the harder she held herself, the more she was pushing the phone deeper into her most sensitive area…
And the phone buzzed again.
She was breathing harder now, and her face was flushed. All the same sensations from earlier were reappearing, and her bladder was tightening. She needed to hold on…but at the same time, she needed it to continue… She looked over at Lily, who was still clenching tightly. She had seemed to get her pee under control again, though there was clearly a wet puddle around her rear end. Angelica thought of her own rear end, and the punishment she had given herself on the walkway…
And then the phone buzzed harder.
It was a phone call, Angelica knew. She leaned forward, gripping herself even harder, as the vibrations built a tower of euphoria that was about to crash on top of her. A moan escaped her lips, making Lily turn a face of bewilderment on her. She could hear Lily’s voice, “Are you okay, Angie?” but she was unable to answer. Instead, another moan came out, this time louder, as the buzzing continued. Her pee was at the very cusp of escaping all over the seat, but she imagined it was Brian calling her, and in a way, it felt as if he were doing this to her. Her moans grew faster along with her breathing, and the phone kept buzzing, and the ecstasy was mounting, and she was about to pee her pants again…
No, no, no!
And she imagined Brian spanking her…
Yes, yes, yes!
And then it burst out, on both ends. She screamed out a “YES!” as the wave of pleasure crested and overwhelmed her. Her body was not her own anymore, held captive instead by the dazzling exhilaration washing over her. She threw herself back into the seat, her breaths short grunts as she twitched and shook, and she no longer had any control over her bladder.
Lily hadn’t understood the force of the answer to her question, but then, watching Angelica’s bizarre seizure, she too heard a loud hiss and stared in shock as Angelica’s jeggings quickly went dark around the crotch again. Unlike her own loss of control, which she had tried to fight and eventually successfully curtailed, Angelica seemed to not even notice her own. Her urine sprayed out loudly, spreading around her hand and down her thighs, rapidly puddling around her butt and even dripping over the sides of the chair. Lily stared in horror as she noticed that Angelica was still holding her phone with the hand between her thighs, and it was getting thoroughly drenched. She was panting and bright red, barely able to focus on the road as she went to the bathroom in her pants, completely soaking the seat.
Unfortunately, this was all too much for Lily. She had barely been able to get herself under control before the mess had gotten too big—she hoped—but now that Angelica was totally wetting herself, there was no way she could hold back any longer. With a “no!” her own floodgates reopened, and her butt went warm again, then hot, her pee spraying out from her crotch across her thighs and making her own puddle extend to the edge of the seat to drip down the front as well. She too had a total loss of bladder control and wet herself for another thirty seconds, until she was completely empty.
Angelica by now had been coming down from her high, her second unintentional orgasm of the day. She pushed a strand of hair off her sweat-streaked forehead and lifted her dripping phone out from where it had taken its golden shower. Turning on the screen, she saw that the phone call had not been from Brian after all, but from her mom. So too had been the text messages. They read,
Angelica, when do you think you’ll be back?
I want to see about setting up a
doctor’s appointment for you.
I’m concerned about you, baby girl.
She dropped her phone back into her puddle in resignation. Just great. As the last of her climax died down inside her, she wondered how she could possibly get out of it now, coming home with two massive pee puddles in the seats. At least this traffic would provide ample time to think of something. |
Chapter 6 - Graduation (Part 1)
The auditorium was abuzz with the dull din of anticipatory conversation, as hordes of proud parents, excited older siblings, and bored younger siblings chatted spiritedly amongst themselves, along with the assorted friends and occasional faculty member. The ceremony was to begin in only a few more minutes, and most all of the seats were filled, with only the occasional last-minute straggler still trying to find a spot.
Angelica sat by herself in the center section and turned the program over in her hands. On the front there read, in official-looking if somewhat generic calligraphic font surrounded by scrollwork, “Welcome to Theodore Roosevelt High School’s Sixty-Third Annual Graduation Ceremony.” She opened the first flap of the trifold with beaming admiration to see, once again, the name listed underneath those of the various staff in leadership positions: “Lily Catherine Wells – Valedictorian.”
Folding her hands and the program in her lap, Angelica leaned back in her chair with a contented smile. She had known that Lily was in the running for valedictorian this past year and had been working really hard to try to achieve it. Evidently, all that effort had paid off. There was an insert in the program listing out all of the graduates, and Angelica had guessed there were probably nearly three hundred of them—and Lily had managed to beat them all out. Atta girl! It was especially impressive considering that Lily had never been, shall we say, the most studious of people. Angelica was much closer to what would be considered an ideal student, and she hadn’t been valedictorian or even salutatorian at her high school graduation. She tried to console herself by reminding herself that her class had been larger—nearly eight hundred—but a tiny spark of jealousy still remained. Shifting in her seat in irritation, she tried to squelch it. Not everything was about her, after all, and this was Lily’s moment.
She wished she could’ve worn something nicer. As it was, though, enrolled now in a state university studying business, she didn’t have many options to choose from, leaving her now in her Little Black Dress with a small clutch and two-strap pumps, her brown hair drawn up in a simple French roll that she had invested a lot more time in than could be told from the end result. She wanted Lily to be able to see her when she gave her valedictory address, though of course, more importantly, she wanted to be able to see Lily.
She shifted again in her seat. The dress was not the most comfortable, but she also was beginning to wish she had used the restroom before the ceremony. Looking back over her shoulder, she tried to gauge if there were enough time to slip out and back in, but it didn’t look likely. She faced forward again. It looked as though she would just have to wait.
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Lily stood in line with the rest of her class, trying to keep her butterflies to a minimum. In her sweaty hand was a packet of papers, well worn with being folded and unfolded again and again. Her notes for her address. She swallowed, suppressing a nervous yawn, as she went over the address in her mind again. She and her parents had been overjoyed at the news of her achieving valedictorian, and she had spent hours writing and rewriting her speech, making sure it had a good flow, conveyed a message, encapsulated the spirit and tenor of their class, and yet was unique, all while staying under the maximum word count. All in all, it had been exhausting.
Fellow senior students all around her were happily conversing with each other, adjusting their gowns and caps and tassels, applying last-minute makeup, and taking selfies. Tears were being shed as kindred spirits made promises of everlasting friendship, couples kissed, and visions for the future were discussed. Some of those visions were decidedly shorter-term than others, consisting of the various parties being planned for that evening, once the official events concluded. Lily herself had been invited to a party at Aaron Donohue’s house, which was pretty cool, since she wasn’t usually invited to anyone’s house for anything, except Angelica’s. For now, though, she was simply focused on the ceremony itself.
Far ahead of her position in line, she could see Mrs. Thatch, the event coordinator, give an exaggerated hand gesture to indicate that it was time. A few final hugs were given before the lines of graduates fell into place, their glowing faces unable to hide their pride in this moment. A few seconds later, the tell-tale strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” drifted out into the atrium, growing suddenly in volume a moment later as the doors were opened and the sounds from inside the auditorium flooded their ears. The lines moved reverently, yet quickly enough for the whole class to be able to enter and find their seats on time.
Since her last name began with a W, Lily was near the end. She steadied her breathing to try to get any stage fright jitters out and once more went over the structure of her address mentally. It was difficult, however, as her attention wandered, wondering who would be there for her in the audience. Obviously her parents, and some of her aunts and uncles had come, and Angelica was going to be there, but that was about all. Lily didn’t have very many friends apart from Angelica, owing at least in part to the fact that she had what was called a “sympathetic spastic bladder,” making her prone to severe bladder urges and incontinence when exposed to suggestions of needing to pee. Angelica was one of very few people who didn’t seem to mind, possibly in part because she had shared in a number of Lily’s accidents. Now the two were best friends, and a friendship like that was hard to find.
Lily squeezed her hands into fists as hard as she could, then released, trying to get the fidgetiness out. She remembered reading somewhere, though she couldn’t remember where, that doing that made your hands stay still because it squeezed the blood out, making them feel more tired. Her hands didn’t feel any more tired now, but it was still worth a try. She brushed her blonde bangs behind her ears, her hair having recently been done in a bob cut for tonight. Her lips suddenly felt cracked, and she was about to get some Chapstick before she thought better of it. Weren’t you not supposed to put Chapstick over lipstick? That was probably right. It was just nerves making her mouth feel dry. She gave another yawn.
Unfortunately, her anticipation was also brewing another sensation, this one further down. What with all the excitement and hubbub of getting ready to walk out, she realized that she had never gotten a chance to use the bathroom. She hadn’t been able to stand still long enough to notice, but now the feeling of a filling bladder was undeniable. Great. The ceremony looked to be about an hour and a half long, all told, where she’d be stuck sitting in one of the front rows, with no way out.
A sudden sense of mild panic hit her. If she needed to go now, how would she be faring an hour from now? She had never been very good at ignoring her bathroom needs, not to mention as time went on it could only get worse. She turned her head to look behind her, scanning for a nearby restroom. Maybe she could quickly jump out of line to pee and be back before anyone missed her? But…no, that was out of the question, as the line’s backwards-moving separation was only about twenty more people in front of her. It would be her turn in no more than half a minute.
Sure enough, in just about thirty seconds, Billy Walsh stepped out from in front of Lily, and it was her turn. Taking a deep breath to quell her nerves, she forced a smile on her face and began a confident pace, making sure not to walk too quickly. She had to resist the urge to look around in the audience, instead focusing on the back of Billy’s head as they progressed down the aisle. Sir Edward Elgar’s strains floated like velvet in the air around her, and her artificial smile was rapidly replaced with a genuine one as the celebration of her achievement was now realized.
She completed the walk up to the front rows reserved for the graduating class and slid in between the seats to find her place. Once the final few students after her had filled out the row, the vice principal gave a small nod from behind the lectern, signaling the students to be seated. Lily smoothed her gown in the back and sat. The moment had arrived, and nothing could dampen her enthusiasm. If only she didn't have to pee.
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Angelica applauded ardently as she watched Lily march determinedly down the aisle and to her seat, never turning her head to look around her. As the rest of the graduates after her filed into the row and the entire graduating body sat down, a sense of satisfaction settled in Angelica’s chest, similar to the kind of feeling one would have when watching a play that a friend is starring in. She casually crossed one leg over the other and repositioned her clutch next to her hip. As the music faded, the vice principal spoke into the microphone, her voice crisp with authoritative professionalism, welcoming all the guests to the event and expressing her pride for the graduates on their accomplishment. Angelica watched the proceedings with a smile resting contentedly on one side of her face, occasionally looking over at the back of Lily’s head, wondering what she was feeling right then.
As the vice principal finished her introductory remarks, Angelica knew what she herself was feeling. Her bladder was giving off tingling sensations, trying to get her attention. She thought back to when she had been getting ready for tonight, and the large cup of decaf tea she had drunk to try to relax her excitement, not to mention the water bottle she’d had on the drive out. No wonder she was filling up as fast as she was. Crap. But she knew that the bladder sends off more urgent messages that faster it fills, even if the actual quantity of urine is still negligible. As long as she could quell her nerves and wait it out, she would probably be fine. She would just have to keep telling herself that she didn’t really have to go that badly. At the moment, though, it was providing her with increasing discomfort.
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Fifteen minutes into the ceremony, the guest speaker, a local business owner who had graduated from TRHS, was well underway in his address to the graduates. Lily knew that this was the kind of thing that she should be listening to, to glean life advice from for her future. There were only two problems. The first was that he was pretty boring to listen to. All around her she could feel the sullen listlessness of her fellow classmates, many of whom were just wanting to get past the uninteresting parts so they could celebrate afterwards, and a few of whom probably had to go to the bathroom.
Which was the second problem. As Lily’s bladder kept filling, it was making it more and more difficult to focus on anything else. She thought of all the water she had drunk beforehand, while getting ready, and inwardly berated herself. She should have known better. She, of all people, should have known better. She shifted in her chair, attempting to find a position that would help her take her mind off it. This didn’t really work, and so she kept fidgeting, repositioning her legs every few seconds, until Billy turned his head on her left and gave her an icy stare. She stopped moving after that, trying instead to use simple willpower to ignore her filling tank. She recalled hearing about people that are on their way to use the bathroom and then get distracted by something and forget they have to go. The concept seemed inconceivable to her.
Opening her program, she quickly glanced at the order of events. After the keynote speaker, there was going to be a brief (hopefully) message from the principal, then special music, and then her speech. Unfolding her notes again, she tried to subtly refresh herself on them again. Her brain felt like a sieve, unable to retain what she’d written down. Was it just from public speaking jitters? Or was it because she needed to pee, kind of badly now? She leaned forward, forcing herself to focus on the words, and also trying to suppress the pain that was starting to be felt in her bladder. Hopefully it was just due to stage fright and once she was actually up there it would die down. She hoped, at least.
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Angelica was sitting in what certainly must have looked like an uncomfortable position, a slight grimace on her face. All that liquid from earlier was being processed all too efficiently by her kidneys, and she was definitely feeling the effects. Her bladder was hurting now, sending icy tendrils of aching pain throughout her abdomen. If only she had peed earlier! Couldn’t she just go now? Just slip out and come back? But no—she didn’t want to be the one to have to obviously and awkwardly shuffle out in front of the whole audience, who would all know where she was going. Besides, she was in control. She took a deep breath and told herself as much. She needed to prove to herself, and to her mother, that she wouldn’t lose bladder control.
To her mother? How had that idea risen in semi-Freudianesque fashion to her consciousness? As uncomfortable as it made her to admit it to herself, she knew that ultimately it was true…but she didn’t want to think about it right now. Straightening in her chair, she pushed it back down into the recesses of her mind and swallowed.
At long last, the uninspired guest speaker closed his cookie-cutter address, and Angelica clapped limply before consulting her program. The principal would speak, then music, then Angelica’s valedictory address, then the receiving of the diplomas. She pushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and sighed. It certainly wasn’t going to be over anytime soon, so she would have to ignore her bladder until it got the message and quieted down. She could do it. It would be unpleasant, but she could do it. Setting her face like a slate back up toward the stage, she dug in the heels of her willpower for the long haul.
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Lily was relieved—though not in the way she needed—that the principal’s few words were indeed few. He couldn’t have been up there for more than two or three minutes by the time he concluded his paternal guidance and returned to his seat. Lily felt a twinge of disappointment in herself. It was clear that their principal cared about them deeply, but she couldn’t recall a thing of what he’d just said to them. Her mind was too occupied with needing to go to the bathroom.
Something similar to panic began to eat its way into her mind, and she knew she couldn’t give in. “Fear is the mind-killer.” Who said that? She couldn’t remember, but she was sure she had heard it somewhere before. It was true. If she gave in to her fear, there was no way she would be able to give her speech in the way she planned—much less hold her pee until finding a toilet. She squeezed her hands in tight fists again and tried to remember all the little tips she had been told in speech and acting classes for mitigating nerves. She took a deep breath in and let it out through her nose. She tickled the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Just stay calm.
The special music was beginning, a quartet of four girls from the graduating class singing “Defying Gravity” from Wicked. The individual singers were mediocre at best, but their harmony was enchanting, and for a brief moment Lily’s plight was forgotten. Their voices filled the air, rousing the otherwise somnolent audience, and injecting fresh resolve into Lily. Once they were finished, it would be her turn, she would deliver her address well, and then her nerves would go away and she would be fine until the end of the ceremony. A tiny smile appeared on her face. She too could defy gravity, which in this case was the inexorable pull of her full bladder. The panic from earlier was gone. Nothing was going to bring her down.
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At this point, Angelica was beginning to be severely worried. Time continued to pass, but the pain in her bladder was only increasing. Slight beads of sweat stood out on her head as she considered her options. She really, really should just get up and go, but Lily was about to give her speech, and there was no way she could miss that!
She crossed her legs in as dignified a fashion as she could and tried to press her hands into her lap in a manner that wasn’t too obvious. That helped somewhat, but of course she was still in pain, and genuine fear was starting to crack through the surface of her mind. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips. Short of actually peeing, she couldn’t think of anything else she could do that would ease her situation.
Just then, though, the special music finished, everyone clapped, and then the vice principal returned to the podium to announce the valedictorian. Angelica burst into applause as she saw Lily stand and make her way up to the stage and the podium, methodically unfold her notes, and begin. It was evident that she was nervous, as her voice had a slight involuntary tremble to it, but the audience and Angelica were giving her their full attention. Although she still really had to go, Angelica was grateful that she was nonetheless able to focus well enough on Lily’s address. It started off somewhat clunkily, despite Lily’s best preparations, but Angelica told herself that once Lily found her groove, it would smooth out. Still, Lily did seem oddly…distracted.
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This wasn’t going as well as Lily had hoped. When her name had been mentioned, she had felt a sudden surge of urgency in her bladder, just as she had guessed she would. The problem was that her theory about it merely being due to stage fright didn’t seem to be supported by the evidence. Ever since she had gotten up to the podium and begun her meticulously prepared address, her bladder’s warning signals had not gone away or even reduced. She was now standing here, trying very hard to focus on her speech, while being absolutely desperate for a toilet. Her confidence from the special music had vanished. It was entirely up to her now.
She had hoped that once she got the first minute or so of the way into her notes, she would find her pace and continue from there. Heaven knew she had practiced it enough times. But the sharp, stinging pains from her lower abdomen and crotch were persistent, and she couldn’t concentrate. Her brain couldn’t process what she had written down, and it all just seemed like jumbled gibberish. Slowly, painfully, she eked her way through the first several minutes of what she had prepared, though it lacked all the verve, the punch, the rhythm that she had wanted. Her intended intonations fell flat, and her planned hand gestures fell by the wayside. She tried to wiggle discreetly, anything to take the focus off her bulging bladder. Her lips felt dry.
Looking down over the audience, she spotted Angelica, sitting in the middle, several rows behind the graduates. Angelica was watching her with a face of intense emotion, though Lily couldn’t quite decipher what emotion it was. She knew, though, that her best friend was there to support her, and she wanted to be able to impress—Angelica, her parents, her class, the audience, and herself. In any other situation, she would have been, no doubt. The problem was that she needed to pee quite badly, and it was hurting more and more.
By now Lily was finding it nearly impossible to stand still. She rocked back and forth from foot to foot as subtly as she could, hoping it would just look like public speaking jitters to the audience. She looked back down to her notes, wishing she could cross her legs over each other. “Um, yes. Find that…hrm…that spark of purpose, of direction. Hold on tightly to it. Hold on…as tightly…as you can.” As she said this, she could feel her urine try to make a break for the exit, and it took everything in her power to keep from grabbing her crotch. Instead, she leaned forward, sticking her butt out, and gripped the edge of the podium until her knuckles turned white. “Hold on tight! Hold on tight and don’t let go!” By now she had gone off her notes, launching instead into a desperation-fueled soliloquy.
“Even when you feel like you’re near the breaking point”—she paused to stifle a groan—“keep pressing on. Keep holding on. Just keep holding on…” She bit her lip again, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead, as she squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. “Just keep holding on! No matter what! You’ve got to hold it—um, hold on!” The audience by now was sitting up, their attention revitalized by the vigor Lily was exuding. The passion was contagious, and Angelica found herself sitting on the edge of her seat in rapt attention. Her hands were still firmly folded in her lap, but Lily’s adjuration seemed to be working, and she could feel her willpower strengthening against the imminent deluge in her bladder.
Lily by now could feel her face growing warm and her voice quivering with adrenaline. She was fully caught up in her own enthusiasm. “There’s an ocean building inside you, trying to break free. Of, of potential. An ocean of potential. And it wants to be free. But you have to control it! You need to stay in control! Otherwise, it will just flood out like a tsunami, and destroy everything in its path.” She was vaguely aware that what she was saying didn’t make complete sense, but nobody seemed to notice. Evidently it was easier to catch people’s attention with stellar delivery than with meaningful content.
Interestingly enough, the more she spoke, the more she found herself captivated under the effects of her rhetoric, also. As she effused, she could feel herself regaining mastery of her body, and the panicky feelings from earlier began to abate. She could do this. She was actually doing it! A rush of power flushed through her, and her speech quickened as her voice grew louder. “Everyone will tell you it’s impossible. You may even think it’s impossible. But listen to me! Don’t sell yourself short! If you put your mind to it, and never, never give up, you can do the impossible!” This elicited several scattered cheers from the audience. They were hanging on Lily’s every word, entranced by her energy. Angelica raised her hands out of her lap to clap. Even though her bladder was still hurting, she was willing it into submission. This was new. How weird was it for Lily to be the one inspiring her to stay in control?
Lily could see the effect that her speech was having, and a genuine grin filled her face. This was her moment, her time to shine…and she was. Excitement amplified her existing adrenaline rush, and she gave a little laugh. It was as if her brain was firing its neurons at full capacity. Somehow, the electric atmosphere in the room was keeping her on a roll, and she could feel every sentence, every phrase, every inflection and hand gesture, all coordinate perfectly and weave together into a masterwork of speechcraft. She was almost entirely off notes by now, orating extemporaneously in a display of elocution that no one knew she had—least of all herself. But she couldn’t keep herself from smiling now, and so she dove in to ride the wave of inspiration.
Unfortunately, her increased excitement also had a physiological effect on her, and her full bladder began to tighten again in little pulses. She had to clamp her legs together as hard as she could, trying to keep from being distracted and losing her momentum. A vague memory of acting classes returned from the recesses of her mind: the admonition “use it!” She had never been very good at following that advice, but she did her best in this moment.
It seemed to work, as each new spike of ardor-induced desperation brought about a new forceful crescendo in her delivery, complete with its corresponding response from the audience. This, naturally, was well and good for a captivating valedictory address, but less so for quelling her urge to pee. Rather the opposite—it served only to make her all the more excited. She had gotten herself in a vicious cycle of a positive feedback loop, and she didn’t know how to break out of it. The only solution appeared to be ending the speech. That, or…but she couldn’t consider the other option.
At this rate, she was sure that nobody would mind or even notice if she went on for another ten minutes, but she was also sure that she wouldn’t make it that long. She needed to wrap it up, and quickly. Even now, in her spirited oration, she was still somewhat arched over. Her thighs were pressed firmly together, and she rocked back and forth slightly, rubbing them together as she did so. Oh, how she wished she could put a hand in her crotch…or better, just run off and use the bathroom! She just had to get through this, and then she could go…she could go…she could just go…no, not yet!
Lily’s bladder sent shooting pains through her, increasing in intensity and frequency. She was almost done with her address—she would just wrap up and then go pee. She could make it. She had to make it—she couldn’t wet herself on her graduation day, much less on stage! She tried her best to bring her speech to a close, finding herself biting her lip as the stinging in her groin rose sharply. Tension was working down into her thighs, and she began to bob up and down slightly, in spite of herself. “And so, to close,”—she suppressed a groan—“remember to never lose heart,”—she nearly lost control there, but she was so close! She had to make it—“never lose focus,”—yes, stay focused on holding it. Hold it, Lily, hold on!—“never lose faith,”—in a minute she would be able to finally release it all…release it all…just let it go…but no! No, not yet!
“never lose hope—”
But just then, an awful realization came over her. Her address was not the end of the ceremony. They had yet to receive their diplomas…and there were nearly three hundred graduates in total. It would be at least another half an hour.
“never lose hope!”
She tried to hold on, tried to tell herself that she could make it, just this once, please!
“Never lose hope!”
The last exhortation was uttered with such depth of pathos, such resoluteness of will, that the audience was spellbound. They half expected tears to begin to flow from her eyes in complete rhapsody of emotion. Lily, however, was moments away from an entirely different flow. She repeated the injunction more to herself than anyone else, lost in her own world—her own world where hope was rapidly dissipating.
Never lose hope!
But there was no hope…she couldn’t make it…
The auditorium was silent in anticipation as an indescribable expression passed over Lily’s face. It seemed to be one of serene resignation, the face of one transported beyond human suffering, like Joan of Arc’s from within the flame. Then, in a voice scarcely more than a whisper, she quietly breathed, “Thank you very much.”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause. Fellow classmates shouted and whistled, parents and faculty wiped away tears, and the hall rang with the exultation of the visitors as they rose to give Lily a standing ovation. Lily merely stood still, watching the crowd with a small smile on her face, almost as though she were evaluating their praise. Her eyes drifted slowly over the throngs of people with a searching gaze, impenetrable in its significance. To those who beheld it, it had the effect of only adding to the sense of mystical transcendence that Lily had just produced by her address. Even those who knew her best had never seen this side of her. Angelica clapped as loudly as she could, beaming with pride for her best friend, and shouted out, “Way to go, Lil!” She had been just as surprised as everyone else when Lily had apparently channeled the spirit of Demosthenes. As Lily remained at the podium now, however, wearing an inscrutable expression and not returning to her seat, Angelica contemplated it, slight misgiving forming in her mind. Was everything all right? But she immediately quashed the thought. It was an emotional day for Lily, surely that was all.
Had she been closer to Lily, however, she would have heard, just before Lily’s final words, a hissing coming from under her gown. Lily accepted her fate and peed herself on stage in front of several thousand people. Underneath her gown she was wearing a knee-length red dress, and underneath that, a pair of black panties, and as she lost control, she calmly straightened up and spread her legs to get as little fabric in the way as possible. Her pee instantly saturated her underwear before spraying through in a stream between her legs directly onto the floor. In a small mercy, the podium was positioned on the edge of the stage, which was covered by a strip of dark blue carpet. At least that would make the puddle less obvious.
The roar of the applause drowned out the dull thumping sound of the urine splashing in the carpet. Most of it went straight down onto the floor, where it splattered only slightly over her black flats, sparkling in the stage lights as it did so. As she continued peeing, several offshoots also started to run down the inside of her thighs, and she struggled to keep from noticeably wincing. True, her panties were soaked all around the crotch and partly up the back, but her dress still seemed to be dry, and her ankle-length robe hid nearly all of her accident. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, wetting herself in front of an enormous crowd and getting away with it. The excitement and tension of the experience combined with the exhilaration of standing in front of an adulating crowd, making her pee even harder. Her urine jetted out of her crotch, thundering and pounding into the soaked carpet and spreading the squishy dark puddle out to nearly a foot in diameter.
Finally, after about ten seconds of unhindered urination, Lily was able to clench off the flow. As long as nobody noticed the puddle, she might now be able to last until the end of the ceremony. As the final drops dripped out from her underwear, and the last few trickles of pee snaked down her ankles into her shoes, she gave a little nod to the audience, gathered up her mostly-unused notes, and walked briskly—if a bit stiffly—down the steps and back to her seat. A tiny trail of droplets was left behind her as she walked, but it was small enough to be unnoticeable.
Once back at her seat, however, she was faced with the challenge of sitting back down. While standing, she could be relatively free from worry about any wetness showing through, but if she sat, her soaked panties would be pressed against her dress and robe, and who knows how much would show through? It was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Standing in front of her place, she leaned over as discreetly as possible as if to scratch an itch on her leg. What she actually did, however, was shove her notes up the robe to act as a barrier between wet material and dry. Without any time or privacy to adjust her makeshift solution, however, she ended up pushing her dress up, nearly over her rear end, and sliding the notes underneath. The maneuver took only about two seconds before she sat down, as inconspicuously as possible, and tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. She could feel with some discomfort that the hem of her skirt was underneath her sopping bottom, between her underwear and notes, and was undoubtedly wet. She chewed on her lip, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious. Not to mention that the suspense of being found out was making the rest of the contents of her bladder eager to be set free. As the fellow graduates on either side of her congratulated and high-fived her, she did her best to force a smile and sit still. She may have gotten her accident back under control, but she was still in the throes of desperation.
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Angelica was not in much of a better condition. Lily’s fervent display of earnestness from the stage had worked to keep her bladder in submission, but now that it was over, she was back to where she was before. Sitting again, she leaned forward, trying to clench her muscles without being too obvious. Her left leg was currently tightly crossed over her right, and she was afraid that anyone who happened to glance in her direction would be all too aware of her need for a toilet. Pulling out her program again, she removed the insert of the names of the graduates, breathing a sigh of impatience as she looked over the list. Two hundred and eighty-four of them. It would probably take at least thirty, if not forty minutes for the entire procession. She had to hold on. At least by now the vice principal was once again at the podium, about to announce the graduating class. Before speaking, however, she paused for a second or two, looking down at the floor, though Angelica couldn’t tell why. Couldn’t she get on with it, already? But then she raised her head again and announced, “Would the graduating class please stand.”
Two hundred and eighty-four red-robed adolescents rose to their feet. Lily was in the back row, and from where Angelica was sitting, she could clearly see Lily doing a weird in-place shuffle, shifting and fidgeting as if she were trying to subtly adjust her underclothes. She also seemed unable to stand very still, instead twisting back and forth and sometimes rocking from side to side. Did she also have to pee? If that were the case, then she’d be in the same predicament as Angelica herself, and possibly worse. Angelica would just have to be strong…for both their sakes.
Time seemed to stretch on towards infinity as the names were painstakingly tabulated. Angelica tried to keep her mind off her bladder by paying attention to the students being called and politely applauding, but after about thirty or forty instances of this, her general energy levels were drying up, and she offered little more than a few half-hearted claps for each unfamiliar name after another. It was sheer torture, marking progress through the entire class by counting down, inwardly rejoicing at each letter of the alphabet being ticked off. Now I, now the mass of J, no Ks—thank goodness! She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she found it increasingly challenging to sit still. By the time the list had gotten to the Ss, she was rocking in place and bouncing her leg up and down. Her pee was making a visible bulge in her lower abdomen, and powerful stabbing pains were coursing through her. Gritting her teeth, she lightly dabbed her face with one hand to clear up the sweat that was breaking out. Her other hand was folded in her lap, pressing into her crotch as discreetly as possible. The list was close to three-quarters of the way done. She could make it. She had to make it.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily, meanwhile, was almost in tears. After initially standing, the entire graduating class except for the front row sat again, with each new row standing only as their turn came. Sitting was definitely preferable to standing, as far as maintaining control went, but when she had first stood up, her notes slipped out from under her gown onto the floor. Kristin Willis, who was on her right, gave her a quizzical stare at the sudden emergence of the papers, which Lily had apparently given birth to. Lily merely wordlessly scooped them up, blushing slightly and biting her tongue. The notes were ever-so-slightly damp, but the worst part was that she had accidentally hiked her dress up when sliding the notes up her gown, and now it was still bunched up around her waist. She had tried to adjust it inconspicuously, but to no avail. And then they had to sit again, and her wet panties were squeezed up against her red gown, with no barrier in between. She desperately hoped that the fabric of the gown would resist absorbing anything, but by far her biggest fear was that of not being able to hold in the rest of her pee until she could break away and relieve herself. The names went by, one after another, in an interminable procession. Lily was bent over in excruciating pain, chewing her lip, and clenching as hard as she could to stay in control. There were probably only about ten more minutes. She could hold it for that long. She had to.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and clenched her butt muscles. Reaching down with her free hand, she rubbed her thigh up and down, trying to relieve the tension. Her urine was pounding inside her, begging for release. It didn’t help that she had had multiple accidents of her own with Lily, and the recognition of this fact made warnings scream inside her brain, telling her it was better to be safe than sorry, to just rush out and use the bathroom before it was too late. Angelica was fully aware of these internal alarm bells, but she remained unmoved. She wasn’t even fully sure why. Why not just get up now and go? There was nothing stopping her. She tried to figure out her own subconscious thought processes. Was it just a form of hubris? Was it a fear that if she gave in to her bladder’s demands, she would lose all ability to stay in control until finding a toilet? Part of both?
Her memory of the previous summer resurfaced in her mind, unbidden. After she and Lily had returned from the amusement park, Angelica’s mom was nearly hysterical upon receiving the car back with two puddles of pee in the seats. This had led to a big argument, followed by several days of awkwardness between them, as Angelica had tried desperately to calm her mother’s anxieties and quell any notions of getting her seen by a specialist. She had insisted that she didn’t have any kind of bladder condition, and had proved it by staying dry since then, though her mother seemed to have a harder time letting it go, and had required that Angelica pay for half the cleaning bill for the seats—since it was half her mess. Angelica had reluctantly agreed, having no real excuse for why she shouldn’t take responsibility and ultimately just wanting to put the incident behind her.
Of course, it hadn’t helped that she had a whole new set of feelings to sort out at that time, ones that had remained dormant until then. She had been attracted to Brian, but it had been for her nothing more than emotional attraction—she liked him, she fancied him, she was in love with him…well, maybe not quite in love, but you get the idea. That kind of attraction. Then, out of nowhere, vibration in the right spot had unlocked Pandora’s box, releasing a brand new, thitherto unplumbed sphere of sexuality…and now her emotional draw had been involuntarily coupled with sexual desire. She had experienced some sexual fantasies and gratification, and the aftermath of it had left her feeling dirty and guilty. It was like a kind of mind-rape, non-consensual in nature, and replacing a healthy emotion—a longing for an actual human being—with a tawdry substitute, viewing Brian less as a fellow person and more as a means to an end of base and fleeting pleasure. She had put away those thoughts and not touched them again, and in an unfortunate outcome, she had inadvertently distanced herself from Brian as well. Her texting decreased, and they remained as surface-level friends. He still texted her sometimes, once even calling her, but her responses had been short enough to prevent anything further from developing. It remained one of Angelica’s greatest regrets.
All these thoughts tumbled through her head in a moment. Right now, of course, she was feeling her regret at not using a toilet earlier much more sharply. What had even brought up those memories? Oh, yes—it was the bizarre satisfaction that she had felt when her orgasm had led to an accident. Ever since then, she was afraid that if she peed her pants again, she might find that she enjoyed it. She wanted to prove to herself that it wasn’t true, that she was normal, that she wasn’t some kind of weirdo with a thing for not being potty trained. Of course having accidents in her pants wasn’t something she got pleasure out of, regardless of one isolated incident. That was ridiculous. Was it just peeing herself that did it, though? It was Brian, wasn’t it…and he wasn’t here now. He wasn’t here, and she wasn’t going to wet herself. She set her jaw and told herself firmly: she was not going to wet herself. For once, she would endure it.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. The row in front of her by now had stood up, meaning it couldn’t be any more than a few minutes until her turn to stand as well. The problem was that if she stood, she would be much less able to hold it, but on the other hand, if she leaked standing it would be much less obvious than if she leaked sitting. She was faced with a grueling catch-22, her prospects for making it out of this without humiliating herself rapidly dissipating. By now, she was focusing more on how to mitigate the damage than how to stay in control.
Rocking back and forth in her seat, her legs pressed together, she bit firmly on her lip and tried to stifle a whine. She squeezed her eyes closed as a spike of pain shot through her, causing two tears to slip out and down her cheeks. With the fingers of her left hand, she delicately wiped them away, being careful not to smudge her makeup. Her right hand was busy vigorously going back and forth between rubbing her thigh and pressing into her crotch. She just had to keep from totally losing control until the final few minutes of the ceremony were over. Right now, though, she was right on the brink of completely soaking her chair.
Unfortunately for her, Lily’s inability to sit still was becoming increasingly obvious, and she could hear the muffled whispers and snickers of the girls on her right. Lily herself was rigidly facing forward, trying to block out anything that would distract her from her mission to keep her sphincter tightly closed. She didn’t even care who saw at this point, as long as she could stay dry…or at least, get no wetter. But then she heard a whisper from her right as Kristin tried to get her attention. “Hey, Lily.” She didn’t respond or acknowledge it in any way.
Kristin tried again. “Lily.” She nudged Lily’s shoulder. “Pssst. Lily.”
The pssst was agony for Lily to hear. Clearly, the only way Kristin would shut up was if Lily answered. Turning her head only slightly, and not making eye contact, she whispered back, harshly, “What?”
More snickers. Then, “Are you, like, about to pee on yourself?”
Exactly what she didn’t need to hear. Biting her lip again, Lily moaned quietly, then replied, “Shut up!” She had to block this out.
She could hear Kristin’s obnoxious laughter again. “You totally are! She totally is.” The last part was directed to the girl on her right. Lily counted the number of classmates left in the row in front of her in an attempt to keep Kristin’s comments from getting to her. Only about five left. It was almost their turn—she could make it!
But then, Kristin leaned in close to Lily and whispered in her ear. “Just don’t think about it. Just don’t imagine how good it would feel to let it alllll out.” Lily squeezed her eyes and thighs closed and turned her head away. It wasn’t fair of Kristin to do this to her. If only she wasn’t trapped next to her! She tried to calm her breathing. They would be standing soon. She just needed to hold on!
However, Kristin leaned in closer, her lips lightly brushing Lily’s hair, tickling her ear. This time, she didn’t say any words; she merely went psspsspsspsspsspsspss. It was too much for Lily. The frisson from the humid exhalation, the hypnotic rhythm of the onomatopoeic stream, and the throbbing torment in her bladder combined in a subliminal assault on her id. Psychology gave way to biology as she moaned, leaned forward in her seat, and lost control again.
Lily felt the insides of her thighs grow warm and wet as her urine flooded into her already-soggy underwear, reheating them and soaking them afresh. Since she was still sitting, the wetness now spread out over her rear end, thoroughly saturating the lacy black fabric stretched tightly across her bottom. Her dress was still hiked up and was spared the majority of the deluge, though the bottom hem was low enough to be caught in the puddle forming under her butt. Her robe, however, was not so lucky. Although the shiny red fabric was barely absorbent, with no barrier between it and her panties, the pooling urine began to slowly trickle through, darkening the cloth. The rest of the liquid collected in a small lake between her legs as her pee continued to jet out involuntarily.
Doubling over in her seat, Lily eventually succeeded once again in staunching the breach after leaking for nearly six seconds. She was now sitting in a puddle of her own mess, with no obvious way out. Still breathing heavily, she looked down at herself to see how bad the damage was. The front of her robe showed no sign of her most recent leak, but she wasn’t sure what could be said of the back. Meanwhile, some of her urine had begun to trickle down her calves, tickling against the skin in an unpleasant fashion. She knew that as soon as she stood, all the pee collected around her buttocks would spill out in a splash on the floor. As far as she could see, there wasn’t any way of preventing it.
And then—then it was time for them to stand up. Lily looked up as her classmates all around her stood in unison. Biting her lip, she followed suit, rising to her feet in a start. Just as she thought, as soon as she did, there was a splap as her warm, yellow liquid splattered all at once over her feet and the carpeted floor. Her backside felt cold now, and she discreetly looked over her shoulder at her chair. Thankfully, there was no wet spot that she could see. Maybe that meant her robe was also dry to the look. Insouciantly shaking one leg to get the drops off, she peered to her right. Kristin hadn’t seemed to notice the cascade of urine when Lily had stood up. Maybe that would be the end of it.
~*~*~*~*~
In the audience, Angelica could feel her bladder tightening in excitement and anticipation of relief as the last row, Lily’s row, stood to their feet. She began to cheer more enthusiastically now, waiting eagerly for Lily’s name to be called. She could see Lily’s short, slender frame several rows in front of her, now seeming less fidgety. Maybe she had been wrong, and Lily didn’t have to use the bathroom after all.
Looking closer, though, she could see something a little…off…about Lily’s robe. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked as though her robe was darker below the waist than the others around it. If someone didn’t know Lily, they wouldn’t pay much attention; but being Lily’s best friend and familiar with her bladder condition, to Angelica it almost looked like…
No. No way, it couldn’t be. Could it?
Her own need to pee was intensifying now. Angelica had to actually lean forward for a moment and let out a breath as a wave of piercing bladder pain passed over her. If Lily had had an accident, that didn’t bode well. For reasons unknown to Angelica, she only seemed to wet her pants when Lily did too. Crisscrossing her legs, she told herself that it was all in her imagination, and that she would be able to last until the end of the ceremony. They were so close! Now three before Lily…now two…Angelica slipped her program under her leg and prepared to applaud wildly. One more…and then…
“Lily Catherine Wells.”
Angelica let out a wild whoop and pounded her palms together. In this moment, all thoughts of her pressing need for a toilet were forgotten, replaced instead by pride, joy, and ecstatic energy. The crowd swelled with a grand cheer for their valedictorian, a cheer which resounded through every recess and hovered in the eaves.
~*~*~*~*~
As Lily walked out of the row, she couldn’t help but smile as the deafening roar of adulation arose all around her and rang in her ears. Just like when she had given her speech, however, her enjoyment was—ahem—dampened by the ocean of pee still surging inside her, still needing release. Her two leaks so far had delayed a full voiding, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she would be completely powerless to stop the course of Nature. As she walked, her panties squished unpleasantly against her, squeezing residual droplets out to trickle down her legs and drip on her ankles and feet. She moved stiffly, afraid to relax, afraid of what might happen.
Making her way once again up to the stage, she faced the principal, who held out her diploma with his left hand and his right hand for her to shake. Taking the diploma with her own left hand, she crossed her right hand over to shake his, just as they had done in rehearsal. In this brief moment of standing still, she no longer had her leg movement to help hold back the flood, and she could feel spikes of desperation mounting, pulsating, and exploding through her lower abdomen. Willing herself to stand straight and stay still, Lily turned toward where the school photographer waited and gave a big smile. He pressed the button, the shutter clicked, and the flash went off.
Right at that moment, her weakened sphincter again gave way, and another rebellious spurt of urine jetted out into her underwear. Since her dress was still bunched up under her robe, she could feel the pee shoot out through the soaked fabric around her crotch and spray over her left leg. Her smile faltered, and she clenched, trying not to lose any more. It only had the effect of shifting the stream directly forward, where it streaked down the slippery fabric of the robe to dribble out in a sheet of liquid at the front hem.
The principal turned away from the camera, leaned forward, and congratulated Lily. She gave back a halfhearted “thank you” in a tremulous voice. As before, she was able to cut off the flow and not lose total control, but only after about four seconds. It was only by very good fortune that these leaks hadn’t been detected so far, and she knew her luck could only last so long.
Going down the line of the faculty, she shook each hand, trying to concentrate on smiling…and on holding it. At the end of the line, she descended once more from the stage to make her way back to her seat. As she did so, however, another wave of desperation hit her, and before she knew it, she had shoved her hand into her crotch as more urine sprayed out of her. This one only lasted for a second, but she knew it would be extremely obvious to anyone looking at her that she was just moments away from a total pee accident.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica had witnessed all this, and seeing Lily briefly grab herself was definitive proof that she was also in dire straits with a bursting bladder. As Lily returned to her seat, Angelica stopped clapping to rub her thighs vigorously. There were only five more graduates. She willed herself—willed Lily—to endure. At this rate, either they would both be able to make it in time, or both fail. She couldn’t let that happen. She would hold on, for both of them. Her sphincter quivered, threatening to give in to the mounting pressure. No! She was in control…she was.
As the final few students were called, her mind brought up again the image of Lily standing in the row, flanked by her classmates. The strange discoloration on her robe stuck in her mind’s eye. If Lily was also desperate, had she in fact…leaked?
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted by the principal stepping up to the microphone and stating, with a mellifluous, grandfatherly tone, “Would the graduating class please stand.” As all two hundred and eighty-four red-robed figures rose, Angelica could see Lily’s rear end again. She wasn’t crazy. There it was—an area of distinctly darker red. Angelica let out a little gasp and jammed her hand into her crotch. Lily had leaked. There was no other explanation. And if Lily had leaked…
“I present to you this year’s graduating class of Theodore Roosevelt High School.”
The hall erupted in booming, thundering applause as the graduates turned to face the audience and shifted their tassels to the other side, faces aglow with triumph. Some pumped their fists in the air, some threw their caps despite having been told by faculty beforehand not to, some cried. Lily, however, merely stood still, her hands firmly pressed against her sides. Angelica let out a cheer a moment after the rest of the crowd and pulled her hand out from between her legs to clap as loudly as she could. As she did so, however, her eyes locked with Lily’s.
Lily’s face was ashen, and when her gaze met Angelica’s, Angelica could read panic in her eyes. She knew, and knew that Lily knew that she knew, that Lily was on the verge of a total voiding in her pants. As they shared that moment of a bond of agony, Angelica briefly felt Lily’s pain and forgot about her own need. In doing so, she relaxed her hold for just a split second…but a split second was all that mattered.
Without warning, a spurt of pee burst out into Angelica’s Victoria’s Secret blue panties, instantly darkening them and making the area around her privates hot and moist. She gasped again and stuffed her hands against her groin, stopping the loss of control after two seconds. But her butt was now warm, and she knew she needed to get to a bathroom…now.
The cheering began to mercifully die down, allowing the vice principal to step up and give the closing announcements. Angelica didn’t hear any of them, her brain laser-focused on getting to a toilet. At long last, once the final thank-yous were said and the crowd began to slowly stand, stretch, and chat as they gathered their things, Angelica grabbed her clutch and pushed her way out of her row as fast as she could, offering a litany of “excuse me”s and “pardon me”s as she forced herself past everyone else, not able to wait any longer. Once in the aisle, she was faced with the backup from all the people who had sat further behind her in the auditorium. It was one thing to barge through a crowd of people, but at this rate, there would undoubtedly be a line for the women’s restroom, and it wouldn’t be quite so socially acceptable to force her way through that. Her brain bounced back and forth, straining for other possible solutions. Finally she concluded that the second-floor restrooms would most likely be less occupied, but still within a reachable distance. She made that her goal. Once out in the atrium, she would have to slip her way up the stairs past the descending crowds.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily pushed herself with a red face and assorted apologies out from among her fellow graduates. She needed to get to a bathroom now, and preferably one where she wouldn’t be seen. The closest one would be the family bathroom on the second floor. She also had to steal away from the throngs of well-meaning attendees who would slow her down with ill-timed congratulations and inquiries as to her future plans. This was simply not the time. Speedwalking her way to the far edge of the auditorium, she pushed open the side door and slipped out.
Once out of view of the general public, Lily bent over sharply, grabbing her crotch through her gown. As she leaned forward, her graduate cap tumbled to the floor and her hair fell over her face. She didn’t bother picking her cap up. Instead, a sob burst out of her, more due to pain and stress than self-pity at this point. She could feel another leak spray past her defenses, the hot urine trickling down her legs again. She was almost there. By now, if she could get away with releasing the majority of her bladder’s contents into a toilet, she would consider it a win. Still clutching herself, she started making her way up the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica had gotten to the lobby and darted in between the hordes of bystanders straight to the staircase. Her plan was working splendidly so far, and once she was able to squeeze her way in between the densely packed bodies and get right up next to the banister, it was decidedly easier to progress. Her pumps kept her from moving as quickly as she would have liked, since one wrong step would spell complete disaster. The worst thing possible at this point would be for her to lose her footing and end up on the floor, bruised, with a circle of people around her asking if she was okay, all while a puddle formed underneath her. She needed to move speedily, but not so hastily as to run any unnecessary risk.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the number of people began to thin out from the choke point created by the staircase. Relief was near. Her underwear was moist and uncomfortable from her momentary loss of control earlier, and the breeze under her dress was making it feel unpleasantly chilly. She resisted the urge to grab herself again, even though her bladder was contracting unrelentingly now, sending a new barrage of red alert signals every time. Her steps were mincing, as her thighs were tense, her muscles tight all the way down into her toes. She gritted her teeth as she bore the pain of resisting her body’s urges. But she had to resist—she hadn’t come all this way just to lose the fight now!
Rounding the corner to where the restrooms were, she breathed a massive sigh of relief upon the sight of the women’s room. Nearing her destination, and the reward for not giving up, she relented of her earlier strong-willed choice to retain her dignity and instead bent over, rear end prominent, hands in groin, her clutch tucked under her arm. At this point, she would do whatever it took to stay dry. She pushed the door open but suddenly stopped up short as she nearly ran into the back of a woman who was standing barely inside the restroom. As Angelica came to a sudden halt, she let out a little yelp, and at the same time, another spurt of pee sprayed out into her underwear, rewarming them. As the woman turned towards her, Angelica could see, to her horror, that there was a line of at least five women in front of her. This was exactly what she had come to the second floor to avoid, as it was exactly what she knew she couldn’t wait for.
Another leak forced its way out, and Angelica could feel the black fabric of her dress starting to become damp under her hand. There had to be another option—she had to find somewhere to pee! The men’s room? Was she really that desperate? But then she remembered—about halfway down the second floor there was a family bathroom. At this point it was her best shot. She quickly backed out of the ladies’ room and began a desperate jog in that direction.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily, meanwhile, was mounting the top of the stairs. She had had a slower time climbing, as she had been much more desperate to keep from leaking. Now that she was at the top, she pushed open the door, her eyes darting about to gather her bearings. Thankfully, the second floor seemed to be mostly empty, so nobody could see her red, sweat-streaked face, her smudged makeup, her panicked expression, or—worst of all—her telltale body language conveying signs of obvious and extreme urgency to use the bathroom. She was bending and unbending fiercely, her hand still in between her tightly clamped thighs. She bit down on her lip and used her free hand to brush her hair behind her ear. Okay. Now she knew where she was, and, more importantly, where the family restroom was. She needed to get there, and now!
As she moved, though, her hand kept slipping from its grip in her crotch, due to the slippery satin-like robe. It had already nearly tripped her multiple times when climbing the stairs. Forget it. It was too much of an encumbrance, and it was coming off. She bent over and unceremoniously yanked it over her head, her panic causing it to take longer than it should have. As she wrestled with it, her sphincter screamed for relief, the ocean of pee inside her wearing away at its stamina. After what seemed like forever, she was able to free herself from the robe, leaving her in her red dress, her hair now frazzled from pulling the robe off. Her dress, unfortunately, was still scrunched up around her waist from earlier. She hurriedly pulled it down in the front and grabbed herself with both hands through it. In the back, however, it was still hiked up above her backside, leaving her black panties on clear display. She didn’t even notice, and if she had, it was questionable if she would have cared at that point. She was focused on only one thing at this point—a toilet. Hands in crotch, damp bottom visible, and time running out, she started her speed waddle.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica was breathing heavily now. She was nearly there. As long as it wasn’t occupied, she would be all right. But if it was…
~*~*~*~
Lily was letting out moans in between panting gasps. She fervently hoped the bathroom would be empty. Then this would all be behind her. Please, please let it be empty! she thought. If it weren’t empty…then…
~*~*~*~
Angelica quickened her pace. She had been dying for relief for over an hour now, and her lower abdomen was on fire with aching pain. She was so close now!
~*~*~
Lily walked faster. She was about to totally pee herself, and the breeze on her rear end was making the wet fabric cold, causing her desperation to spike higher and higher. She was almost there!
~*~*~
Come on Come on I’m so close I can make it I can make it
~*~
I can’t pee myself I can’t pee myself Not again Let me make it Let me get there in time
~*~
*
Angelica slammed into the door with the full force of her momentum, banging it open. There was her salvation, in all its porcelain white beauty. With an exaggerated sigh of relief, she pushed the door closed again, locked it, and went about freeing herself from her outfit, pulling the hem of her black dress up and positioning herself in front of the toilet seat. Her pee began to explode out of her even before she pulled her panties down, but then she was sitting, and sweet, glorious relief bathed her in its empyreal embrace. Her urine was shooting out of her with a loud hsssss, noisily splashing the inside of the bowl in its ferocious exodus. Angelica’s eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned against the wall, letting out a deep euphoric moan as she did so. The pain was melting away, and she was in bliss.
Just then, though, there was a loud bang on the door, as of someone ramming into it. This was immediately followed by a frenzied knocking. It was enough to jar Angelica out of her ecstatic reverie, and she straightened up, cleared her throat, and stated, “There’s someone in here!” She was sure that whoever was outside could clearly hear the sound of her pee, and she blushed a little.
A somewhat familiar voice, high-pitched and frightened, answered. “Are you almost done? Please hurry, please hurry—I can’t wait any longer!”
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was gyrating madly in front of the locked door. What were the odds that this, of all bathrooms, would be occupied right now, of all times? She squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a tormented scream as a red-hot blade of pain stabbed her in the gut, and she pulled up with her hands as hard as she could, trying, trying, trying to stave off the inevitable. The resounding hiss of the person peeing in the bathroom was just tantalizing her, goading her into giving up, giving in, and letting it all go. There was still the slightest of chances, though…if only whoever was in the bathroom came out in the next few seconds.
But then, the voice that she thought she knew from somewhere came out once again from inside the bathroom, with a verdict of doom. “I’m sorry, but I just got in here.”
Lily took a deep breath in, then let out a long, agonizing sigh that morphed into a sob as it came out. She bent forward, leaning her head against the doorframe, and stared down at her white knuckles, her quivering thighs, her bloated bladder, her trembling legs, and her feet pressed together. Tears welled up in her eyes and then overflowed as her long battle came to an end.
~*~*~*~*~
As her stream slowly diminished, Angelica could hear a plaintive moan from outside the door, followed by silence. But then…was it just a trick of her ears?…she could hear a hissing from outside the door, and then something like a splashing sound. Then the voice clicked in her memory. There was no way. Did she really just make Lily pee herself simply by occupying the bathroom?
Squeezing her bladder harder, Angelica intensified the powerful jet of urine, trying to finish as quickly as possible, for Lily’s sake. It was still going to be a while, though, as she was filled nearly to capacity. It probably wouldn’t do any good at this rate, and she sat there awkwardly, relieving herself in the toilet while Lily relieved herself in her clothes. A good twenty seconds passed by, with no sign of either of them stopping.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was still holding herself through her dress as she was finally able to relax and just let it all out. She was leaning with one hand against the wall, staring down at herself, and breathing heavily in a mixture of long-awaited respite and frustrated angst. Her heart was still thumping heavily inside her chest, and she could feel it all the way up into her eardrums. Her mouth hung open, and tears trickled down her cheeks.
Underneath her hand, scalding urine saturated the red material of her dress, darkening it to almost black. The pee was spraying through where the cloth was bunched up in her fingers, sprinkling all over the floor in twinkling, tinkling droplets. In the back, her exposed panties rapidly soaked through, the fabric wicking the moisture up the back and between her cheeks, becoming shiny as it did so. Her underwear felt disgustingly squishy and soggy, with unpleasant moist heat surrounding her private parts.
As it flooded out of her, her pee drained down the front, inside, and back of both legs, dribbling over her ankles and wetting her shoes. Separate streams arced directly from her crotch as well, and smaller ones separated from the trails down her legs to cascade outward also. The noisy hissing of release was complemented by the louder sound of the various torrents splashing, splattering, and sprinkling on the commercial carpet. It rapidly grew dark and squelched under her feet, with her puddle spreading out to almost three feet wide as her long-held burden was slowly released. From inside the restroom, she could hear the pee stream grow stronger, which only caused her own to do the same.
Lily could feel beautifully golden relief permeate throughout her abdomen as the pain and tight tension gradually dissipated. She sniffled, wiped her free hand across her nose, and then placed it on one side of her face in a pose of weary defeat. As bad as it was to lose control and wet herself again, there was no denying that the release was heavenly. That wasn’t the issue. It was her inability to hold it until reaching a bathroom, like anyone her age should be able to do without any problems. And now here she was, going to the bathroom on herself, again, like a little kid. Would she ever get past her bladder problems? She sniffled again, looking down at the puddle underneath her as she kept adding to it. At least there was no one around to see her. Except, of course, for the person actually in the restroom—she should get out of here before they opened the door and saw her, the valedictorian, like this.
Just then, though, she heard laughter behind her. Turning a startled and horrified face around, she could see, standing at the doors that opened onto the balcony seating, two teenage boys staring and laughing. They looked to be three or four years younger than she herself was, but this was just about the coolest—and hottest—thing they had ever seen. One of them had his phone out and was either taking pictures or recording video, Lily couldn’t tell. Her mouth dropped open in shock and embarrassment and she moved her hands to cover her rear end. As soon as she did so, though, she immediately realized with horror that her dress was not hanging down in the back, and the hormonal adolescent boys had gotten a free peep show of her butt as she peed herself. Who knows how long they had stood there, ogling her panty-clad behind with its shiny wet stain, and her slender legs glistening with trails of urine? She let out a yelp, turning her body around so that her bottom was no longer on display, her feet squishing in her puddle, and made hurried, flustered moves to pull her dress down on all sides. Of course, in doing so, the broad dark patch on the front of her dress was now facing the boys. The one with the phone laughed again, a contemptible, immature whoop, and stretched his arm out to get a better picture. The other one was pulling out his phone now too, trying to get in on the action.
Though Lily’s face was a deep scarlet with humiliation—and though pee was still dribbling out of her as her bladder finally neared emptiness—horrible, savage anger gripped her, and she could feel her veins popping on her neck as heat rose up into her face. A feral, bestial voice exploded from her throat in a terrifying howl, “YOU PERVERTS! YOU AWFUL, DISGUSTING INSECTS! I’LL KILL YOU!” And in that moment, she may have meant it.
Her withering, vituperative eruption was superb in its effectiveness. The boys both jumped, the one who had been recording dropping his phone, and then they took off running, terrified of whatever retributive wrath Lily would bring down on them. She didn’t follow them, but instead stood there, breathing heavily with the combination of embarrassment, exertion, and fury. The last of her urine squirted weakly into her saturated underwear, and she could hear the door behind her opening. All in all, she had peed solidly for almost fifty seconds.
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Angelica had finished using the bathroom, hurriedly dried herself with toilet paper (only afterward wondering why, since her panties were still wet), and unlocked the door without even washing her hands. If Lily had any chance of mitigating her accident, she was going to help her with it. Internally, though, she suspected the worst.
As she pulled her panties back up and hastily adjusted them and her dress, she heard Lily’s bellowing invective from outside. It was a tone she didn’t even know Lily was capable of, and it gave her a terrible start when it exploded out of nowhere, making her jump and then put a hand on her chest to make sure her heart was still beating. She didn’t know what was happening, but it definitely wasn’t good. Instinctively, she grabbed her pepper spray from her clutch and held it ready as she unlocked and swung open the door, just in case.
There was no one there but Lily, though her body language was like that of a crouching tiger, ready to spring and unleash a devastating attack. Angelica could also see that she had been too late; there was a massive dark puddle underneath Lily, and a few scintillating drops fell from between her legs, wrapping up her loss of bladder control. Compassion mingling with concern for her best friend made a knot settle in Angelica’s stomach, and she asked, her voice edged with uneasiness, “Lil, are you okay?”
Lily turned to face her, wearing a look of anguished surprise. As she did, Angelica could see the entire front of her dress was multiple shades darker and dripping with the results of her accident. Her answer was tremulous, and it was clear she hadn’t known it was Angelica who had unintentionally denied her her dignity. “Angie? What are you—no, no, I’m not okay. What were you doing in the bathroom? I mean—I guess I am, now. Okay, I mean. I just—I couldn’t hold it.” Her voice trailed off, and she wrapped her arms around herself in self-pity, her face starting to scrunch up as the load of stress toppled over inside her, and she gave in and began crying.
Angelica pulled Lily in close for a consoling hug. She held her tightly, letting her get all the tears out, as the two of them stood together in Lily’s puddle. Pretty soon, Lily finished her tears and pulled away, drawing a hand across her nose and eyes, sniffling. Her makeup was ruined now, and she really looked as though she had been through the wringer. Angelica spoke, her voice low and gentle. “Do you want me to take you home, Lil?”
Lily took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “No, actually. You could do me a huge favor, though.”
“Anything.”
“I brought a change of clothes with me. They’re in a bag downstairs with my parents. Could you grab it and bring it up here?”
“Sure thing. You brought a change of clothes?”
“Yeah, a group of us are going out to a party tonight to celebrate.”
Angelica raised an eyebrow. “You’re still planning to go?”
Lily gave a little self-deprecating chuckle. “Yeah. I mean, at this rate, why not?”
Angelica thought a moment, shrugged, and said, “All right. I’ll be right back with it.” She started to leave.
Lily’s voice stopped her. “Oh, and also, could you get my makeup bag? It has some remover in it.”
Angelica stepped back towards Lily, handing her her clutch. “I have some. You can use mine.”
“Thanks, Angie.” Angelica went to move again. “Oh, also, if you go back down the side stairs…you know what, never mind.”
Angelica turned down the hall and was soon out of sight of Lily. Had she stayed longer, she would have seen Lily walk over to the dropped phone, pick it up, consider it for a moment, then saunter into the bathroom and vindictively drop it into the toilet. With a sense of self-satisfaction, she then pulled some makeup removal wipes from Angelica’s purse and began cleaning up her face.
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Back on the first floor, Angelica scanned the crowd for Lily’s parents. She was sure they would want to see their pride and joy and give hugs and take pictures, so they couldn’t be far. An initial survey was fruitless, however, and she began milling into the crowd, trying to think of where to look. As she walked, the cold dampness of her drying underwear started to itch, making her uncomfortable. She also realized, a little self-consciously, that she hadn’t washed her hands earlier.
As she stared off into the further recesses of the lobby, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her, calling her name. It took her a moment to recognize that the voice was actually real, since she hadn’t heard it in some time, and didn’t expect to hear it here, of all places. Turning around rapidly, her eyes went wide with stunned surprise at whom she saw.
“Brian!”
To Be Continued |
Chapter 6 - Graduation (Part 2)
Specific tags: fear induced accident, messing
Angelica stood there, dumbfounded. For the second time in her life, Brian reappeared after having been given up for lost. Thinking about the distance that she had allowed to grow between them, she wondered if she could have honestly said she expected to ever see him again in her life. And now, here he was, standing right in front of her in a smart charcoal suit, real and solid and wonderful and baffling. His auburn hair was gelled, but not too much, his face was clean-shaven, showing off his manly jawline and the jaunty grin playing on his lips. But what stood out the most were his piercing blue eyes, which were now dancing and twinkling.
Angelica simply stared, her jaw slack, words unable to form on her lips. In a moment, all the rush of the romantic attraction she had felt for Brian surged up inside her again, only strengthened by her sense of regret at having drifted apart. He had been gone from her life, and now, without warning, he was back; like a soldier presumed dead returning from the war. A burst of sudden rash impulse flashed through her, and for a split second, she thought she may just throw herself into his arms and kiss him right then and there. The rational and self-conscious side of her brain, however, immediately cut this puerile caprice short with internal chidings. She could feel her face redden from the fatuous notion, then, realizing that Brian could see her blush, she blushed even deeper. He was still standing there, still smiling, waiting for a response. Words, Angelica, words!
Brushing a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, she tried to give a polished response. Putting on her best smile, she spoke, her voice cracking as the words first left her. “Brian! Hey! Wow, what, uh, what are you doing here?” Her voice was a little higher pitched than she meant it to be.
Brian leaned on one leg and stuck his hands in his pockets. He was still grinning that amazing, intoxicating smile of his. “I’m back in town over the summer. My cousin was graduating today, so I came with my family.” He gave a chuckle. “Then I saw you a couple of rows in front of me and I knew I’d have to find you after it was over. So, surprise!” He laughed, causing Angelica to do the same—half out of nervousness, but half deeply genuine.
“Wow! Well, that’s cool! What, um, what will you…be doing? For the summer.” She wished that she had gone for a hug when she had first seen him. At this point it would be too awkward to try to go in for one. Instead, she folded her hands in front of her, not knowing what else to do with them.
“I have a job lined up. Well, it’s not really a job—I mean it is, but it’s more like an internship. It’s part of the classes I’m taking. I’m hoping it can turn into a full-time job once I graduate next year.” That was right. He was studying to become an electrician, and the trade school apprenticeship program was four years long. He locked eyes with Angelica again. Those eyes—he had no idea how much she had missed seeing them…and missed having them see her. “What about you?”
Angelica laughed nervously again, trying to pull herself together. “Oh, I’ll be seeing what I can find. Not sure yet. I just finished my first year of business classes, so it’s still too early for an internship.”
Brian’s pointed his finger in agreement as Angelica mentioned studying business. “Right! You told me you were going into that. Good for you, Angie.” Hearing him call her the pet name no one used but Lily made her almost have to pinch herself to ensure she wasn’t dreaming, and she nearly blurted out “I love you.” Internally shushing herself, she wondered why she was acting so ditzy tonight. This wasn’t her normal self. But to be fair, she didn’t feel like her normal self, though in a good way. Having Brian here and now, when she had all but given up on her feelings for him—it was just like a scene out of a book. Her heart was soaring inside her with hope, and she felt nervous and terrified and light and floaty all at once. It was like the feeling as a kid on Christmas morning, only multiplied much more. The two of them stood still for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, though to Angelica it felt as though time had stopped.
Then, all of a sudden, a jolt of remembrance popped into her head. Lily was still upstairs, waiting for her dry clothes. And also…her own underwear was still damp. She had been talking to Brian with wet panties. She could feel her face flush red, remembering also that she hadn’t cleaned her hands, either. Good thing they hadn’t hugged, after all. Feeling awkward, she stammered out, “Oh, uh, I need to go…do something…for someone. Real quick. I’ll be right back, though. Don’t go anywhere!” She backed away as she spoke, trying to keep him in sight, to make sure he didn’t just disappear on her, like a breath in the wind.
“No worries. I’ll be right here.” He laughed, a laugh that almost sounded nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? She was the one who was crazy about him, who had been talking to him with wet underclothes…and who had peed herself in front of him those years ago. Good grief, heaven knew she had given him enough reasons to be scared off. What was he doing, still showing up in her life? She gave him a quick, giddy grin on one side of her mouth before turning back into the crowds to find Lily’s family.
As she navigated her way in between the throngs of attendees and graduates, her thoughts were like fireworks going off in her head. It wasn’t just that Brian was here again, he actually sought her out. What could that mean? Was he just being friendly? Her brain was going into an overdrive of apophenia, analyzing every expression, every inflection, every glance of his could have met in their exceptionally brief reunion. One thing was for sure. She wasn’t letting him get away again.
Focused as she was on her internal cogitations, she nearly missed seeing where Derek and Jeanne Wells were standing, somewhat off to the side, scanning the crowd for Lily. As soon as Angelica approached them, their faces lit up with recognition. Initial greetings and hugs were followed by inquiries into where Lily was, and Angelica had to expend more than a little effort into playing it cool and not hinting at the actual reason Lily was trying not to be seen. It seemed to do the trick, however, and before too long she was making her way back towards the stairs, Lily’s bag of clothes tucked under her arm.
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Lily waited in the second-floor restroom for what felt like far too long, although it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. During that time, she had delicately extricated herself from her dress, trying carefully to not get wet anywhere she wasn’t already. Once done, she carefully slid down her panties, grimacing as the wet and rapidly cooling black fabric grazed her skin. Once both these tasks were complete, she contemplated for a moment, then made up her mind and turned on the faucet. Rinsing out her underwear was easy enough, but trying to bunch up just the front part of the dress to get it under the tap without splashing water everywhere proved to be tricky. Once she was satisfied with her work, she squeezed both pieces of clothing out as well as she could over the toilet. The phone was still sitting at the bottom of the bowl, releasing an occasional bubble. With a sudden impulse, she sat on the toilet herself and squeezed out what pee she had. Since she had just emptied her bladder, there wasn’t much, but it felt gratifying to spray it on the phone that was being used to objectify and humiliate her. After that, she stood in front of the mirror in nothing but her bra and used Angelica’s wipes to clean her face of its smeared makeup.
Of course, once this was done, there was nothing to do but wait for Angelica. Lily didn’t have her phone to contact anyone or even try to pass the time, and so all she could do was wait and hope that Angelica would be back soon. It undoubtedly felt like longer than it had been by the time there was a light knock and Angelica’s voice outside the door: “Lily? I have your clothes.”
Lily stood behind the door and opened it a crack, just enough to stick her hand out. She could feel the bag being placed in it, then she drew it back inside and closed the door. In less than a minute she had put on her new clothes and balled the old ones up, wrapping them tightly in the bag. There of course was no reason why she should bring fresh underwear with her if she were only going to change her outfit for comfort’s sake, but she had long been in the habit of bringing a clean pair of panties with any new clothes, due to her condition. She was glad of it now.
Opening the door and stepping out, she stood in front of Angelica with a pleased expression, ignoring the dark puddle off to her side. She had on her graduating class T-shirt, a pair of beige short shorts, and tennis shoes. Brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears, she handed the bag to Angelica. “I guess I’d better go find my family now. Could you…take this for me, Angie? Just…get it back to me when you can. I can take care of cleaning them. I just—I’d rather not have my parents find out what…what happened.”
Angelica received the bag, nodding in complete understanding. As Lily also handed her back her clutch, she asked, “So, you have everything? You’re good to go?” Although she wanted to make sure her best friend was set, she found she was also distracted, trying to finish up here quickly and get back downstairs before Brian got tired of waiting for her…or just plain forgot about her. Strangely, she also felt reticent to tell Lily about running into Brian, at least just yet. Much as she wondered at it, she couldn’t quite figure out why, and it bothered her. It felt similar to how she had never confided in Lily her experience at the amusement park. Was it the sense of deceit by omission, because she felt like she was doing something wrong and didn’t want to face it? Was she secretly hoping that meeting with Brian tonight would result in something similarly illicit? Her thoughts reached back to one of their first interactions, at the harvest festival, when she had sneaked off with him to see a hidden lake. Wasn’t it the same feeling, even then? The giddy thrill of a forbidden escapade?
These thoughts flurried through Angelica’s head in an instant, and she realized she hadn’t even heard Lily’s response. She gave her head a little shake to clear it. No, of course it wasn’t like that. It was most likely that she didn’t want to get her hopes up for anything, and telling Lily about Brian being here would get Lily excited, which would get her excited, and she didn’t want that to happen if it were all going to lead nowhere. That was what she told herself, at least. As it was, Lily had evidently needed nothing else and moved to make her way with Angelica toward the stairs. As they walked, Angelica could feel some of the tension inside her—from uncertainty about where she stood with Brian and any hidden motives she had—begin to dissolve as she and Lily fell into their comfortable and familiar rhythm of best-friendship. Lily too appeared to be relaxing more following her incident. Most likely being in dry clothes and knowing that no one else had seen her accident helped immensely.
Once back on the first floor, Angelica gave Lily a quick hug before parting ways. Lily’s bag tucked under her arm, she tried nonchalantly to survey the crowd for Brian again. After close to a minute with no success, during which she could feel the heat rising on her neck as she became increasingly convinced that he had left already, she suddenly heard her name called again from off to her side. Turning quickly in that direction, a smile of relief lifted one side of her face as she saw Brian approach her. She breathed a half-laugh. “Hi!”
Brian closed the gap between them in the slowly dissipating crowd. “Hi again.” Angelica briefly thought—hoped—that he might take this second opportunity to go in for a hug, but instead, he stood where he was, hands in pockets, wearing a silly grin. He nodded towards the bag of clothes. “What’s that?”
Angelica subconsciously held the bag tighter and felt her face flush. She wanted to make sure she kept Lily’s accident a secret, but she knew that if she acted too mysterious about it, it would only make Brian more curious. “Um, it’s just Lily’s dress. She, uh, she changed into something more comfortable for tonight. I think she’s going to some celebration with her class.”
Brian seemed satisfied by the answer, to Angelica’s relief. “Oh, cool. You know, I’ve still never met Lily.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I mean, you’ve talked about her enough, I almost feel like I know her. But yeah, no, never actually met her.”
“Huh. Well, I could…” Angelica trailed off, remembering her earlier hesitation over letting Lily know that Brian was here. Internally, she was irritated at herself for having any uncertainty at all, especially since it was the one dark cloud dragging down her quivering exhilaration at Brian’s presence. Still, she wanted to keep this to herself, at least for now. She resumed her sentence. “…um, I’ll have to introduce you sometime. I mean, because you’ll still be around, for the summer. But she’s, uh, she’s probably already left for the thing.”
Brian shrugged. “Yeah, some other time, I guess.” He stayed there staring at Angelica for a few seconds without saying anything. Then, even though his eyes were still bright, he looked down and shuffled his feet awkwardly. For a few seconds, the two of them waited, neither one speaking. Angelica was just about to try to ask him something (though she didn’t know what, just anything to keep the conversation going) when he abruptly raised his head again and looked her straight in the eye. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
Angelica could feel anticipation tensing up the back of her throat and making the blood pulse audibly in her eardrums. Could it…could it be? Swallowing to keep her voice from cracking, she answered. “No. No plans at all.”
Taut, tortured silence hung between them, the air heavy with expectation. Angelica swallowed again, her heart fluttery, hoping beyond hope that he had asked for the reason she thought he had. But now he stood there, face inscrutable, not saying a word. Had he lost his nerve? Ask me, Brian. She willed him with everything inside her. I’ll say yes. You only have to ask me.
At long last, he spoke. His voice was even, and his eyes were burning holes through her. He spoke with a sense of focused determination, as if he were reciting a speech or uttering an incantation. “Would you want to go out for coffee?”
Angelica could feel her chest tighten and her breath catch as an ocean of jubilation built up inside her. In response, she could feel herself damming it up inside and only letting out a trickle, afraid that otherwise it would explode in an uncontrollable surge. Instead of an outburst of overjoyed elation, she replied only a direct, understated “yes.” His gaze was still piercing straight to her soul.
Brian gave a little nervous laugh. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Wow! Great, um, how about at The Roaster and Coaster?” He seemed oddly relieved.
“Yes.” It was all Angelica could do to keep her emotions in check.
“Do you know how to get there?”
A pause as she thought. Truth be told, she hadn’t even been paying attention to the name of the place. “No.”
“It’s on Linden, between Cross and Oakland.”
She mentally processed this. Then, with a nod, “Okay.”
Brian laughed again, not knowing what to make of her sudden taciturnity. “Oh, wait, do you need a ride there?”
Angelica had bought her car four months earlier, a used Camry. It was temperamental, and the air conditioning was broken, but it ran. She gave a little shake of her head, unable at this point to keep the smile from dominating her cheek. She answered a barely audible “no.”
Brian’s smile widened. “Um, well, great! So, we’ll head out now and I’ll meet you there?” He began awkwardly backing towards the door, as Angelica hadn’t moved yet, but merely stood there, smiling at him. She finally managed to give a nod, taking in his eyes, his hair, his perfect smile, his broad shoulders, his tall frame. He nodded back and turned toward the door, giving one last brief glance over his shoulder at her. Ah, she was about to melt, he was so handsome.
Once he was out of sight, Angelica hurriedly made her way out of the other door in the lobby and toward her car. Her gaze was down as she sped toward her car, trying to keep from exploding before she got in. Already she couldn’t stop the smile spreading rapidly over her face as bliss bubbled up inside her. She couldn’t believe it. Just an hour earlier, her only thoughts of Brian were ones of wistful regret, and now—now she was actually going on what was, for all intents and purposes, a date. A date. With Brian. She quickened her pace.
Reaching the car, she threw Lily’s bag and her clutch into the passenger’s seat, got in, and closed the door. For a second, she merely sat there, in stunned and exhilarated silence. But then the dam broke. She threw her head back, squealing, kicking her legs and pumping her arms in unadulterated excitement. She laughed, a pure, jovial laugh of rapture, hugging herself and rocking side to side. The gale of laughter subsided, but then immediately started again as her euphoria overflowed, unable to be contained. Her smile was so wide it hurt. Finally, after nearly a minute of this, she simply sat still, spent but happy, an idiotic grin plastered on her face. She stayed like that, watching the waning light, enjoying the simple delight of breathing, of being alive.
Then, like a fly buzzing in her ear, a jolt of sudden memory startled her as she recalled that she still hadn’t washed her hands. As she remembered it, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and laughed again, a loud, side-splitting guffaw at the wonderful absurdity. Tears poured down her cheeks and her face hurt, but she didn’t care. Today was a good day, the best day she could remember for a long, long time.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily stood by herself, unsure of how to fit in. She had ridden to Aaron Donohue’s house with two classmates of hers, whom, she had to admit, she didn’t even know all that well. Conversation had been mainly between those two, and now that they had arrived, they were nowhere to be seen. The three of them had been welcomed into the house by Aaron with a generic ardor which seemed unrelated to any particular fondness he had for any of the guests. For all she knew, it made zero difference to him or anyone else here whether she were here or not. She was nothing more than another face in the yearbook, another name on the list.
Still, it was hard to complain, since being here meant free food and—hopefully eventually—fun. Lily had grabbed a paper plate and loaded it up with a variety of snack foods, filled a cup with Coke, and found a spot where she could eat. There weren’t any free seats, and the majority of the guests were standing. So, she stood close up against a wall near an indoor plant. As she nibbled the contents of her plate, she looked around, trying to find anyone she knew, at least knew well enough to talk to. A couple of fellow graduates, spotting her, gave a quick congratulations on being valedictorian with an enthusiasm which surprised her, given their lack of any real connection. Still, it helped her feel a little more at ease.
After about fifteen minutes of general mingling of those present, with the constant addition of new arrivals, Aaron Donohue himself stood on a chair and yelled to get everyone’s attention. Despite his raised voice, Lily still couldn’t make out what he was saying very closely. The gist that she derived, more or less, was something along the lines of thank-you-for-coming-and-please-don’t-break-anything, followed by a zealous toast to the class. Lily had finished her Coke by now and went for a refill. As she did so, she nearly bumped into someone else at the refreshments table. Looking over with an “excuse me,” she saw it was River Sanders, a friend of hers in the class. Recognition lit up both their faces, and they went in for a hug.
“Lily! Hi! Congratulations!” She squeezed Lily tightly.
“Thanks! Congrats to you too!”
“Haha, thanks, but I meant for being valedictorian. You gave a great speech!”
“Oh, haha. Thanks.” Lily found herself blushing, remembering what she had been going through during her address—and, more importantly, what had been going through her.
“Hey, you don’t need to be modest. I’m serious. You did a great job.”
A slight lull followed, pregnant with the melancholy of knowing that inevitable change lay before them. Lily was about to ask some kind of question about what River would be doing for the summer when River lowered her voice and leaned in. “Hey, guess what.” Without waiting for Lily’s response, she continued. “Aaron’s older brother was able to sneak us in a keg. It’s kept hidden in the garage.”
“A keg? Like…of beer?”
River laughed conspiratorially. “Yeah. Want me to go get you some?”
Lily had never had beer before, though not out of a devotion to legality. Rather, she tended not to be invited to the kinds of places where alcohol was readily available to the underage. Faced with the opportunity now, and feeling a sense of liberation and adolescence from having graduated an hour earlier, she nodded, giggling mischievously. River winked at her and slipped away into the crowd.
Two minutes later, she showed up again, carefully holding two red Solo cups. Extending her arm, she held one out for Lily. Taking the cold, condensation-laden plastic in her hand, Lily peered inquisitively inside. A pale, amber-colored liquid was suspended within, effervescing enticingly, with flecks of foam floating around the surface, nearly sloshing over the brim. Lily stared at it for a few seconds, fascinated.
River winked again. “Bottoms up.” She then proceeded to down the entire cup in one draught. Lily, smiling devilishly, put the cup to her lips and sipped. Almost immediately she gagged on the surprisingly yeasty bitterness and accidentally inhaled. This led to coughing and sputtering fit as she tried to keep from spewing the beer all over the floor. She simultaneously tried to suppress it, not wanting to look like a lightweight.
River laughed. “It’s something else, huh?” Lily nodded, still clutching her chest as her eyes watered. “Just try it slowly at first, and you’ll get used to it.”
Lily gave it a shot and managed the first cup. By the time she had gotten to the bottom, it didn’t seem quite as nasty as when she’d begun, and she felt a certain self-satisfaction at imbibing an “adult beverage.” She burped as River, watching her reaction, asked, “So, whaddaya think?”
Lily looked at her empty cup, then back at River. “Let’s go get some more.”
The two giggling ingenues slipped away from the general party into the forbidden, very much grown-up area in the garage. They walked in to find it more densely populated than Lily expected. Even though there was no music here, and it was only lit by a single bulb in the ceiling, there were teenagers lining the walls and out the open door. Lily was a bit taken aback. Here her fellow classmates were not just drinking beer, but also smoking cigarettes, sharing joints, and couples were making out. Her impish smile faded, and she suddenly just wanted to get out, go back to where things were safe, where she wouldn’t get caught up in anything she’d regret. Before she had a chance to voice any of these concerns to River, though, or even make a move on her own, one of the senior guys spotted her and announced loudly, “Hey, look! The valedictorian’s here!”
In an instant everyone’s attention was glued to Lily. Somehow, the fact that she, the top of the class, would come to where they, the party animals and lowlifes, would hang out, seemed to make her something of a celebrity. In an instant she was handed a beer bottle. The students all watched with rapt curiosity as she took a swig, evidently astonished that she didn’t immediately spit it out. The next thing she knew, she was also offered a drag of weed (she refused), and at least three guys were surrounding her, asking about her and making jokes with faces full of prurient, rakish attention. She was totally unused to this kind of treatment and found she couldn’t stop smiling. Then one of the guys by her asked if she’d ever played beer pong.
Lily shook her head. “No, what is it?”
The guys around her all looked at each other with bemused glee. The one who had asked her in the first place patted her arm and said, “Here. Let me show you.”
~*~*~*~*~
The last of the daylight was almost totally gone by the time Angelica arrived at The Roaster and Coaster. As she pulled into the parking lot, she hoped that Brian hadn’t been waiting too long, assuming he was here. She realized she didn’t actually know what car he had. Pulling into an empty spot, she turned off her headlights and engine, grabbed her clutch, and stepped out. The night breeze was noticeably cooler, but not cold.
As she neared the doors to the coffee shop, she was glad to see that Brian was standing just inside, watching through the glass for her. As she approached, he used one arm to swing open the door for her. She gave him a quick little flirtatious “thank you” as she passed the threshold. Once inside, she could take in the atmosphere. The most prominent sensation, naturally, was the rich aroma of ground coffee beans. It hung in the air with a soothing, velvety warmth, which was only enhanced by the décor. Angelica breathed in a gasp of wonder. Almost every surface that she could see was paneled with wood, ranging from roughly hewn to very roughly hewn, causing the lambent golden glow from the few lights in the ceiling to draw the whole ambience close together, like huddling tightly in a log cabin. It felt cozy and safe, and Angelica instinctively wanted to nuzzle herself close to Brian.
They stepped up to the counter and Brian turned to her. “What do you want? I’m paying.” Angelica faced him, smiling on one side at this display of gallantry. When she didn’t immediately answer, he continued. “I usually get the dark Colombian roast with milk. I hear that their cinnamon latte is really good, too, though.”
Angelica gave a nod of confidence. “I’ll get that, then. Only, decaf, please. I don’t want to be up all night.”
Brian chuckled a bit and then gave the order to the barista, a middle-aged man, who Angelica guessed was the owner. As Brian purchased their coffees, she let her gaze rove around the shop. There were only a handful of other patrons here at the moment, most likely because of the time of day. Each seemed to be engrossed in their own business, however, which made Angelica feel more at ease. She was antsy enough about being here with Brian, alone, and the less aware she could be of other people, or rather, the less aware they were of her, the better.
Once he had finished the transaction, Brian led Angelica over to a little niche in the corner of the shop, dimly lit by an antique lamp on the table. Both of them sat, then didn’t speak for a few seconds, causing Angelica to laugh nervously again out of awkwardness. Brian laughed as well, then spoke up. “Well, Angelica, I guess I asked you to coffee because I wanted to catch up.”
“Catch up?”
“Yeah. I mean, we used to talk more, but then we kind of stopped. I just mean I miss it. I, I miss…it. It was nice talking to you.”
Angelica felt abashed. He had no idea how much she loved it too, but then—then the affair at the amusement park had happened. She lowered her gaze, feeling remorseful.
Brian was about to say something else when his name was called from the counter. As he stood to retrieve their drinks, Angelica took stock of her feelings. Did she still like Brian? Yes, yes she did. Very much so. Could he like her back? Maybe. So far he hadn’t rejected her. So what was the problem? Yes, she had made a mistake in letting her thoughts get skewed by an artificial sexual bond…but should that mistake hold her back? Weren’t mistakes things to learn from and not do again, rather than catalysts for further and further mistakes? Was she really going to let her own misstep ruin her chances with Brian, especially since he knew nothing about it?
As these questions blazed through her head in an instant and Brian began returning to the table, Angelica summoned her willpower to make an earnest resolution that nothing but a clear rejection from him would make her lose her nerve afresh. She was not going to let him slip out of her life again. This determination must have been visible on her face, because when he sat and handed her her latte, Brian saw her expression and asked, “What is it?”
Angelica hadn’t noticed, but she had evidently been staring holes in him. She caught herself, blushed slightly, and answered, “Nothing.” Turning her attention to her cup, she inhaled the redolent vapors steaming off the surface. Then she faced Brian again and asked, “Where should I start?”
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was having fun, no doubt—at least, she was pretty sure she was. Jay—that had been the name of the first cute boy—had shown her how to play beer pong before proceeding to trounce her thoroughly at it. They had started with ten cups each, and she had only gotten two of his before he finished off all of hers. By the time she had downed her fourth cup, she had begun to feel a little lightheaded, and after her eighth, River gave her a cup of water and said that maybe she should take a little break. Lily had found she needed to put more and more active focus into standing straight. Once she had drunk the water, she felt better enough to stand up and put Jay in his place. But for some strange reason, her ping-pong ball kept flying wide of the target. They must have given her a dud.
It also seemed as though everyone around her was finding her enormously funny, for some reason. She wasn’t doing anything unusual, or different from how she normally acted. It was everyone else who were the funny ones! After she had been made to drink her tenth and last cup of beer, she had gone to take her turn and get one of Jay’s cups, but then he said that the game was over, and she just could not stop laughing at that. It was something about how he said it—it wasn’t funny unless you could have been there. And then the lights couldn’t seem to stay still, and she thought she had better sit again.
River came over and put her arm on Lily’s shoulder. “Hey, Lily, maybe you should take a break for a little bit, huh?” Lily looked up at her to see her face bearing an expression of concern mingled with amusement. Then when she tried to say something in reply, she burped and burst out giggling again. River just laughed lightly as well and stood there, letting Lily lean against her. After a minute or so, she left and came back with another cup of water. After Lily finished drinking it, she sat still for a few minutes, trying to get her equilibrium back.
As she sat there, feeling oddly warm and woozy, her wobbly gaze drifted over the room again. River had been the only person in here with her that she had known, at least, known well. Most of the others here (though it was hard to make her eyes focus) she recognized as being the troubled and troublemaking kids in her class. Wait, was that who she was hanging out with now? She had a sudden alarmed thought that she shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be associating with this crowd, doing whatever this crowd did. She made what felt to her like an abrupt move to stand up and leave, but attempting to do so made her head spin, and she sat down again with a moan.
Settling once more into her chair, her stare unexpectedly landed on a face she actually did recognize. Standing off in one of the corners, puffing on a cigarette half outside in the night, was Sam.
Lily’s face fell. She and Sam had been in the same class, but it was big enough that they had never had to cross paths. Which was something Lily hadn’t ever wanted to do, ever since the one time when they had, several years back. The two of them had worked together on a hayride at an annual harvest festival, and when Lily had needed to pee, Sam had teased her until she wet her pants. She was sure that Sam had told everyone about it at their school, only bolstering the rumors about her proclivity towards incontinence.
Now, seeing her again, Lily realized that all the drinks she had had up to now had to go somewhere, and her bladder was filling. She leaned forward and began to raise herself, more delicately this time, to go find a bathroom. But then Jay and one of the other two guys were standing there, right in front of her.
“Hey, Lily, how’re you feeling? Can I get you another drink?” Jay’s face looked almost too eager.
“Uhhh, no, prob’ly not.” Lily had to focus on forming her words. She wanted to go pee, but felt a little too bashful to tell Jay.
“Well, listen, a bunch of us are gonna head back to the school for our senior prank. You wanna come?”
Lily tried to process his words. “What’s…a senior prank?”
The other guy shared an elfin grin with Jay, then spoke up. “It’s where we all go pull some kind of prank that would probably get us expelled, but it’s too late ’cause we’ve already graduated.”
Lily still felt unsteady on her feet, and she could feel her bladder filling even more, but now both of the cute guys were smiling at her, and she could feel herself blushing. Besides, it sounded like fun. When was she ever one to turn down adventure? She smiled back, a giggle percolating from her mouth, and answered, “Sure! Sounds fun!”
Jay put his hand on her arm. “Great! I’ll make sure you get a ride with someone.”
Lily giggled again, momentarily touching his shoulder back. As he walked off, flashing her another smile as he did so, Lily told herself that she’d use a bathroom when they got back. She had never been invited to do something with the “cool kids” before, and it felt good. Standing there excitedly but swaying slightly, she looked over at River, who was by the door into the house. River was watching her with a face that looked increasingly worried. What was that for? Lily felt annoyed and turned and looked back toward Sam. Sam was also looking at her now, though with a scowl like icy daggers.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica laughed as she came close to finishing her mocha. After her latte, when it felt like their conversation only just getting started, Brian offered to get her another coffee. When he said he had always been curious to try their mocha, Angelica elected to get it so he could have a sip. He, on the other hand, had barely touched his own coffee. Maybe he wasn’t that thirsty.
By now, once the initial coarse attempts at conversation had been overcome, the two of them had settled into an easy groove of banter. Angelica’s earlier excitement and nervousness about this time feeling like a date had melted away into comfortable familiarity. It was like what their phone conversations used to be like. She had told him about how business classes were going, and he had elaborated on his plans for the summer. It felt less like what she imagined a date would feel like and more like spending time with a friend, albeit a friend she was attracted to. But that was only at the periphery of her thoughts.
Something else that was at the edges of her awareness but was steadily encroaching was the effects the coffee was having on her. Despite the fact that she had almost wet herself earlier that day—or possibly because of that—her bladder felt more sensitive to being filled. Besides, wasn’t coffee a…whatever the word was for the thing that makes you pee? She was sure she had heard that was the case. It was fine, though. They were in a coffee shop and a toilet was just a demure excuse and brief intermission away. Right now, Brian was telling her a story from trade school of the time a classmate had almost lit his shirt on fire with a soldering iron. He was a natural storyteller, and Angelica listened, captivated.
Brian sighed as he brought his anecdote to a close. “It’s great to talk to you again, Angie. Sorry, Angelica. Do—do you mind if I call you Angie? I guess I haven’t asked.”
Angelica smiled, one corner of her mouth lifting. “Yes, of course. I, I mean, no, no, I don’t mind. You can call me Angie. I—I like it.” You can call me whatever you want and I’ll like it.
Brian smiled. “Thanks. I guess I’ve wanted to call you that for a long time, but I didn’t know if it would be out of place or something. I just—I don’t know, I think I always just felt more comfortable, more…familiar around you. Like you were my little sister.”
Angelica had to struggle to keep from reacting to that comment. Little sister? Is that how he saw her? Despite her efforts to keep the shock and disappointment from registering in her face, her eyes must have flashed, because Brian immediately closed his eyes and put a hand on his forehead in chagrin. “Ah, no. That came out wrong. Not like you were my sister. Just…more like…I don’t know, it just always felt good to be around you, and to know you were doing well. That’s why I was happy when you started texting me out of the blue. I had been wanting to get back in touch, but I didn’t know if it would seem too…I don’t know, creepy?”
Angelica tittered, partly from Brian’s awkwardness and mostly from relief. “I think I get it. Thanks for clarifying.” She exaggerated the last part, laughing again. “I always liked being around you, too.” Oops, was that too much? But Brian had said the same thing, hadn’t he? She wanted to be careful to not go further than he did in expressing how she felt, but it was a precarious line to toe. And now her need to pee was greater, and maybe she should just excuse herself.
Just then, though, Brian scooted his chair closer to hers and leaned towards her. He didn’t speak right away, but the air between them felt suddenly hushed, as if the conversation were about to turn toward something of portentous significance, and Angelica found herself moving closer in response, waiting for him to say something. He looked down, then up, then around, seeming to ponder his words. As he struggled to begin, Angelica watched him intently, amazed again at how handsome he was, her feelings for him quickly becoming central in her consciousness again. In a moment, the atmosphere had shifted towards one of joyful solemnity, and it felt much closer to Angelica’s idea of what a date would feel like. She waited patiently for him to find his voice. Say it, Brian. Tell me what you really feel.
His eyes made contact with hers and he laughed nervously. “I, I’m glad we could spend some time catching up together, Angelica—Angie.” He smiled at her.
She returned his smile, staring deep into his eyes. Don’t be afraid, Brian. Show me where your heart lies. “I am too.”
Their eyes held each other with a magnetic intensity, communicating wordlessly. Angelica subtly licked her lips in anticipation. She was almost absolutely sure that the romantic tension she felt was mutual, and nearing a breaking point. In response to her excitement, though, her bladder began constricting involuntarily, and she had to actively squeeze her muscles to keep from releasing a spurt. Time seemed to stretch out and condense all of her existence into this moment, heightening her senses. She was aware of every mottled variation in Brian’s irises, the hiss of the espresso machine off by the bar, the sensation of her black dress hanging on her shoulders, and, unfortunately, the feeling of her practically-dry-by-now panties pressing up against her sphincter, which was at the brink of treacherous release. She felt more alive than she could ever remember, yet at the same time, on the verge of panic.
Suddenly Brian seemed to lose his nerve and pulled back, clearing his throat. Angelica also straightened, trying not to feel crestfallen. Now that that was over, maybe she should actually go use the bathroom. She lifted her cup to her lips, first finishing off her mocha.
But then Brian spoke. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. I know a place I’d like to show you.”
Angelica swallowed her coffee and placed the cup down. “Really? Where?”
Brian’s eyes twinkled. Even if he had only suggested it to break the tension, he nonetheless appeared legitimately excited. “It’s a surprise.” When Angelica raised an eyebrow, he continued. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing sketchy or anything. But I can show you once we get there. It’s probably only about fifteen minutes from here.” His face was full of adventure.
Angelica eyed him for a moment in mock suspicion. “All right, I’m down. Lead on, sir knight.”
Brian grinned wider and stood. “Great! So…I’ll drive and you follow me? Or do you…want to ride with me?”
Angelica considered for a moment. “I’ll follow in my car.” Better safe than sorry.
Brian rubbed his hands together excitedly and began heading for the door. As Angelica followed him, he opened it for her and she strolled through, smirking coquettishly as she passed him. He walked to his car—a gray Kia two spaces down from hers—and called out, “I’ll try not to drive too fast.”
Angelica slid into her own car and started the engine, watching out her side window for Brian’s car to exit the parking lot first so she could go after. It was only after they had both driven out and gotten on the freeway that she remembered she still hadn’t peed. Shifting in her seat, she frowned. Hopefully there would be a toilet where they were going.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was squished, along with four others, in the back seat of a Honda Civic. At least three of them were skinny girls, like herself. But the fourth was a guy she had never seen before, and one of the girls had to sit on his lap. He had his hands on her thighs, which kept making her laugh drunkenly and slap them away. Lily guessed they were boyfriend and girlfriend? At least she hoped they were. She imagined if she had had to be the one to sit on some guy’s lap and what that would be like. It would probably feel super awkward, having some guy’s crotch pressed up against your butt. Maybe it would be different if it were Jay…but Jay wasn’t in this car, to her disappointment.
The loud revelry in the car, the cramped quarters, the various smells of alcohol and marijuana and tobacco were all exacerbating her queasiness from the beer she’d drunk. She wanted to be a part of the voluble interactions surrounding her, but right now she was mostly concentrating on burping out some of the pressure in her stomach, trying very hard to keep from bringing anything else up with it. Not to mention she had to pee pretty bad by now. Her hips were squeezed in tightly between the girls on either side of her, making it difficult to squirm in her seat as her bladder bulged out against the waist of her shorts. Not a single seatbelt was fastened.
She knew that they were evidently headed back to the school building, which thankfully was not far from Aaron’s house, judging by how short of a ride it had been to get there after graduation. Her concentration was vacillating between keeping the liquid inside at one end and keeping it inside at the other. She didn’t want to think about what it would be like if she suddenly had to lurch over and puke on the floor, but she felt even more fearful of peeing herself. She could imagine losing control with a whimper, her hot urine flooding her shorts, unnoticed by the other occupants until it spread out over the seat and got their rear ends wet, too. All the better that she wasn’t the one sitting on a guy’s lap. The utterly mortifying thought of soaking her pants on top of him, with his undoubtedly enraged reaction once he realized what was happening, but her inability to stop or get off, instead having to totally empty herself all over his groin—she couldn’t conceive of anything more humiliating. She could feel her face go red with hypothetical embarrassment, then she abruptly belched as the thought made her insides tighten. With one hand, she covered her mouth, careful to keep anything but air from escaping, and with the other, she quickly grabbed her crotch and squeezed. She had to think of something else.
To her relief, it was at that moment that the car turned into the parking lot of the school. As it pulled into an empty spot near the extreme side of the building and turned off, all the passengers were able to vacate their sardine can and stretch. Lily stood slowly, still feeling lightheaded and carsick, and gulped down the fresh air greedily. At least her head was a little clearer by now. Two other cars were nearby, having apparently only arrived a little before hers, and evidently just as full. The group of twenty-some-odd graduates was starting to gather loosely together.
Lily glanced around. The parking lot was nearly deserted, a pronounced change from its overly crowded state only a few hours earlier. The building also was dark and abandoned, all the vigor from the day and indeed the past school year having dissipated into quiescent estivation. It seemed so surreal, that just days before this was where their daily life centered—tests, papers, subjects, all learning, learning, learning—and now they were free. The world was open before them, and anything seemed possible. She thought back to her valedictory address and how she had earned it, thought about all the hard work put in and how it had paid off. And now look where she was. Drunk, hanging out with a bunch of the delinquent kids, about to do something potentially illegal, and to top it off, on the verge of peeing herself. For the second time that day. She crossed her legs tightly and took a deep breath.
But hold on. Was it really as bad as all that? After all, she had put in a bunch of hours, nose to the grindstone, working her tail off. She earned being valedictorian? Darn right, she did. Well, then she earned a night off, too. She’d impressed everyone, including herself; she could let her hair down for one night. Gosh, with all those dour contemplations of gloom, she had been sounding almost like Angie. A single night of partying wouldn’t ruin her life. As long as mom doesn’t find out, at least. She chuckled to herself at that last thought.
As she laughed off the inchoate and still nascent concerns before they could mature, she felt a lessening of the pressure in her bladder also. A quick gasp and hand to the crotch allayed suspicions of having started to pee involuntarily. In her tipsy state, she wasn’t sure if she would feel a loss of bladder control. But no, everything was still perfectly dry, and she was feeling good. Could it really be that the secret to urinary continence all this time was simply to not worry about it? Boy, wouldn’t that be great! Just don’t worry about it. She smiled daftly to herself. Tonight’s gonna be my don’t-worry-about-it night. Silly old Angie. Where has worrying ever gotten you?
She was still on the outskirts of the teenagers, who had formed a diffuse crowd by one of the cars. They were now busy carousing and smoking, and Lily wondered if any of them had actually come up with a prank to pull, or if this were just a place where they could keep partying. After standing by herself for close to half a minute, hands in her back pockets, she was approached by Jay. He had apparently come in one of the earlier carpools.
“Hey, Lily, you want another drink?” He held out a beer bottle to her.
Lily hesitated for a split second. Sure, he was cute, but was this the only way he knew how to converse? Then she remembered her mantra for tonight. Don’t worry about it. Oh, yeah. She grinned back at him and accepted the bottle from his hand, taking a swig. Her vision was still a little blurry around the edges, though, so she eased up, figuring it would be better to pace herself. Jay hovered close by her, his free hand occasionally brushing the side of her arm. She didn’t pull away.
“You’re, like, pretty cool, Lily. I didn’t think the top of our class would know how to party.”
Lily giggled and touched her face, blushing. “Yeah, well, me neither before tonight!”
“Yeah, so, like, me and you should hang out. Maybe you could help me study.”
Lily laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. “We just graduated, silly!”
Jay laughed with her but didn’t clarify what he meant. Instead he just stood there, his fingers lightly caressing her elbow, watching with a keen expression as she took another sip of beer.
Just then, one of the senior guys stood up on the trunk of one of the cars and cupped his hands over his mouth. “Hey! Everyone follow me! We’re gonna go streaking on the football field!”
This was met with various incoherent cheers from the rest of the youth, though Lily had a feeling they would have cheered at almost anything by this point. En masse, the crowd started trailing after the leader, leaving their cars and walking in the grass along the side of the building. Once they reached the corner, he removed his shoes and socks, then emptied his pockets, leaving a pile close up by the brick wall of the school. Then, with an exaggerated sensual gyration, he began to remove his shirt. His bare chest didn’t look exceptionally well-defined, at least to Lily’s estimation, but that didn’t stop a chorus of bawdy catcalls emanating from the rest of her classmates. After tossing his shirt with the rest of his things, he unbuttoned his jeans, bent over, flashed an irreverent grin to his spectators, and removed pants and underwear in one smooth motion. As he stood up straight in all his glory, a cacophony of whistles, hoots, and guffaws rang out from his audience.
Lily dropped her eyes, turning red. Sure, maybe this was just a bit of harmless fun, but she had never seen a naked guy before, and she felt uncomfortable, even though she wasn’t the unclothed one. Still, everyone else seemed okay with it, so how bad could it be? She cautiously lifted her gaze again, letting it linger on the space between his legs. It was one thing to see diagrams in a textbook, but there was the real thing. Then she suddenly realized that her mouth was hanging open and she snapped it shut, blushing anew.
By this time, another one of the guys was undressing, and so was one of the girls. She appeared to enjoy teasing everyone watching her with her amateur peep show, bending over at the waist with her bottom swaying salaciously toward the horny guys as she pulled off her pants. She then straightened, unstrapped her bra, and looked over her shoulder at the crowd, arching her back so her rear end stuck out and holding her arms over her chest. The thirsty cries from her oglers reached a crescendo as she turned and held her arms behind her head, letting her breasts drop on clear display. Lily subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her own chest, amazed at the brazenness of her classmates.
Now that the first guys and first girl had taken the plunge, more began to join them. These newcomers didn’t bother with putting on a show; they merely quickly and efficiently removed their clothing, making piles of their own by the wall. Those who had already undressed by now had started sprinting off across the football field, which was still brightly illuminated by its all-night floodlights.
Jay put his hand on Lily’s arm and turned to her. “Hey, you wanna join them?”
Lily didn’t know how to respond. Even she wasn’t that daring. “I, uh, I don’t know…”
Jay laughed. “Come on. It’ll be fun. What’s the worst that could happen?” Then he gave her that grin of his again, his eyes quickly going down and up her body. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re pretty hot, you know that?”
Lily blinked in surprise. Her, hot? She had always thought of herself as too reedy to be considered conventionally attractive. Maybe a 5/10, tops, but she was skinny and her breasts were on the smaller side. Did he really think so? She found herself blushing in spite of herself.
Jay laughed again. “I’ll join you. You don’t want to leave me out there by myself, do you?”
Lily giggled nervously, then took another swallow of beer. She had to admit, she wanted to see what Jay would look like without any clothes on. Besides, it wasn’t as if she’d be the only one out there. Don’t worry about it. She scrunched up her mouth in momentary deliberation, then smiled widely. “Sure, let’s do it!”
Jay gave her a wink, and they both set about the task of disrobing. She could hear the sound of the other seniors, about fifteen in total, already on the field, whooping impiously. Taking one last swig from her bottle, she set it down on the grass, then pulled her phone out of her back pocket and placed it on the ground as well.
She was just about to start untying her shoes when a bright beam of light shot in their direction from the far end of the parking lot. A loud voice yelled angrily from its source. “Hey! What are you doing?” Lily’s heart lodged in her throat and stopped at the same time. They had been caught. She was immediately on her feet again, but then she froze, not knowing what to do, her brain overwhelmed with alarm. The light was wobbling erratically, no doubt meaning that the person holding it was approaching, and fast. With assorted shrieks and chaotic shouts, the seniors scattered like cockroaches, most not even stopping to grab their clothes.
With their prank now having collapsed into total disorder, the unwise juveniles ran every which way, with no coherent thought about what to do. Lily, seeing everyone else take off, likewise bolted, not knowing where she was going. Jay was no longer anywhere to be seen. She thought that maybe he would be by the parking lot, or maybe someone would be there who could drive them away, away to safety. She sprinted back the way they had come, even though it was towards their spotter. If she could just round the corner before he was upon her, maybe she could still escape.
As soon as she was back on the concrete of the lot, she angled sharply away from the light. To her dismay, she could see no one by the cars they had taken to get there. It didn’t matter anymore. Right now, the only thing she had to do was run, keep running, not get caught. Terror seized her as she rushed pell-mell through the empty parking lot, limbs jerking wildly, uncoordinated by fear and by alcohol. Her vision was beginning to blur, both with exertion and with the frightened tears now spilling out over her face. She had been so stupid to come here tonight. Now they were all going to get caught and go to jail for underage drinking. What was she going to do?
She didn’t stop until she found herself clear on the other side of the parking lot, facing grass again. Panting and gasping, she stopped by a car parked near the edge, one of the few that had still been there when they had arrived. She looked out at the field of grass that extended beyond, going out to the main road. Where could she go now?
A hiss off to her side made her yelp and jump. She turned her head, startled, to see a figure huddled behind the car. The shadowy person suddenly reached up and grabbed her arm, yanking her forcefully down to the pavement. Lily tried to pull away and get back up, but then she saw in the dark a familiar face. It was Sam, now whispering feverish admonitions for silence, leaning in close to Lily with a finger in front of her lips. Lily hadn’t even seen Sam come with the rest of them. Still breathless and panicked, she immediately began blubbering half-formed questions interspersed with sobs. Sam responded by reaching over and clapping a hand over Lily’s mouth. “Shut up! Shut up, Lily! You’re gonna get us both caught!” Lily tried to breathe, tried to quell her crying, but she was still shaking severely. In addition, her need to pee from earlier was now returning with a vengeance, and she could feel her bladder quivering with anxiety. She clenched her muscles, trying to stay in control, her thighs tensing up all the way down to her knees.
In the dark, though, her muffled weeping was the only sound beside the crickets and night breeze. The earlier commotion and the person who had found them—probably a faculty member—couldn’t be heard at all. Lily had run the whole length of the parking lot, and Sam had come just as far—could it be that they had gotten away? At least both of them still had their clothes on. Was the coast clear enough for them to disappear into the night, unnoticed? Lily’s tears began to abate slightly as her fear loosened its grip.
Sam evidently had the same idea and raised herself up from her crouch to survey the parking lot, letting go of Lily’s mouth. Lily inhaled deeply through her mouth and wiped her nose, sniffling. If no one was out there, they could simply leave. Then she remembered dolefully that she didn’t have her cell phone with her. Could she wait nearby and come get it when it was safe to do so? Or…would it be found and traced back to her, landing her in trouble anyway? Could that even be done?
But before these thoughts could be answered, Sam dropped low, breathing out an adrenaline-fueled exhalation. She whispered, the barely audible whisper of the escaped convict, “Crap! It’s the principal. He’s right over there. What is he still doing here?”
As soon as it had started to lessen, Lily’s fear surged back with a vengeance, electrifying every nerve and setting her hair on end. Her breathing and heartrate quickened, and her eyes welled up with tears again. Against her will, a sob burst out, making Sam clamp a frenzied hand over her mouth again, sternly shushing her. In her scared and miserable state, Lily could feel her bladder tightening and pain shooting throughout her lower abdomen and crotch. She really wished that she had peed before coming here, or better yet, that she hadn’t come here at all.
~*~*~*~*~
After a few minutes alone in the car, with nothing to think about except her filling bladder and eager anticipation of where they were going (which only accentuated her filling bladder), Angelica began to worry. They had gotten off the freeway only two exits after getting on, but now he was leading her on a dark and deserted rural road in the middle of absolute nowhere. She had no idea what could be around here that Brian would want to show her, which meant that either the trip would be longer than he said, or else there probably wouldn’t be restrooms. Neither option felt very comforting at the moment. It didn’t help that he was driving slower than normal to make sure she could follow.
As it turned out, though, Brian had been right about the spot being no more than fifteen minutes away. Without warning, he turned on his hazard lights and slowed even more. Angelica checked her rearview mirror instinctively to make sure nobody was behind them, even though the entire surroundings were dark as far as she could see. After they both decreased speed to nearly a crawl, he finally pulled off onto the gravel shoulder and turned off his engine. Angelica did the same and sat, craning her neck to try to see anything at all. All that greeted her gaze was the full moon illuminating rows of woods on either side. Where were they?
Brian was now out of his car and approaching her window, his face still beaming. Angelica immediately felt his infectious enthusiasm start to seep into her as well, only amplified by her feelings for him. But part of her still held back. What was this place, after all? Her bladder pulsed and tensed inside her, and she rolled down her window halfway and tried to ask in a manner that wouldn’t sound too accusatory. “Where are we, Brian?”
In response, he merely straightened up and stared off into the trees, pointing. She squinted in the direction he was looking, but couldn’t see anything. Her face of confusion as she turned back toward him elicited a laugh. “Come on, Angie, I’ll show you!”
Tentatively, she opened her door and stepped out onto the gravelly dirt. She could feel her urine sloshing as she stood, and she bit on her tongue to keep from wincing. Whatever this place was, she knew she definitely couldn’t stay long. Mincing delicately after him towards the trees, she wrapped her arms around herself, a chilly night breeze now blowing through the starlit sky. He stopped about ten feet off from the road and stood still, facing into the woods. She walked up beside him, still hugging herself. Her eyes were adjusting to the dark, and other than seeing that the ground dropped off sharply into a basin a few feet further, she couldn’t tell what he was looking at. She suppressed a shiver and clenched her thighs together.
“See, it’s down there.” He extended his arm again, trying to help her see. She leaned forward, straining to catch what he was pointing at, all the while discreetly wiggling her leg to keep her mind off her need to pee. She could see the woods stretching out into the depression beside the road, and farther off, through the trees, faint lights off another road…but then, closer to them, at the bottom of the embankment, she could make out tiny shimmers, like light on water. And then, all at once, she could tell that it was the moonlight reflecting off a medium-sized body of water, like a fishing lake.
She turned back to Brian, who had a look of impish amusement on his face. She didn’t even ask a question; the shake she gave her head combined with the look of bafflement did that for her. He had brought her out of civilization to show her…a pond?
He laughed again, good-naturedly. “That,” he said, nodding toward the water, “is the lake I never got to show you.” When it was clear by her expression that she wasn’t following, he continued. “Those years ago, at Collins Farms. Remember? That was the first real time we got to spend together.”
Angelica was astonished. She stood there, gazing at him in amazement. He recalled that day…fondly? And enough to actually bring her back after all this time to fulfill a high school promise? That was the day she thought she had ruined her chances with him. Her throat and lips suddenly felt dry, and she swallowed. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a cracked whisper. “You—you remember that?”
He nodded, the lighthearted gaiety in his face transforming into something more profound, taking on a depth of maturity. The seriousness in his countenance did nothing to diminish the happiness in his eyes, however; on the contrary, it enhanced it, solidifying it and crystallizing it into something realer—something like joy. It was as if she could see the puppy love from when they were kids metamorphose into actual, genuine, authentic…
And then her bladder tensed up again and she was snapped out of the moment. Crap. Why now? Something big, something lifechanging was happening here, and she really didn’t want to have to cut it short. As best as she could without drawing attention to herself, she clenched her sphincter, tightening her butt muscles, and crossed one ankle over the other.
Brian spoke, facing the lake again, the night wind ruffling his hair. “Yeah, this is the closest we can get to it, unfortunately. I meant to show it to you for real back then. I thought it would be special. But then we got lost, and…you…” He trailed off, leaving her to fill in the blanks. What he left out was that they had gotten lost when she really needed to use the bathroom, and she had ended up wetting her pants. Just perfect. She could have had this conversation at any other time. Why did it have to be now, when she had to pee again? She could feel the tingling sparks of stinging desperation in her lower abdomen and wished she could sit down, at least.
As she stood there biting on her lip, she must have been fidgeting visibly, because Brian suddenly noticed and turned back to her again. “Oh. Here.” In one smooth motion he removed his charcoal suit jacket and wrapped it around Angelica’s shoulders. He must have assumed she was shivering with cold. She should be so lucky. And now she was reminded of the first (and only) time she had worn Brian’s jacket, and it was that same day at the harvest festival, right after she had peed her pants. Here she was again, at the lake, with Brian, wearing his jacket—her thoughts went back to what she had been contemplating during the graduation ceremony, the strange connection between Brian and her accidents; and then they went further back, back to the year before, at the Davises’ house, where she had peed herself in a bizarre pantomime of earlier incidents. Twice. Was this going to be the same? As apprehension began polluting her brain, she could feel her urine weighing heavily inside her, stretching her bladder painfully. No. That time at the harvest festival, she had felt too timorous to be decisive, instead merely passively seeing where things went. She wouldn’t just stand here and do the same. It was time to be resolute.
“Brian,” she said, her tone even and almost with a hint of sovereign dignity, “why don’t you tell me why you really brought me here?”
~*~*~*~*~
Lily sat, trembling and petrified, against the car. Tears were still flowing from her eyes and sobs catching in her throat, unable to be held back. Sam held her hand firmly over Lily’s mouth, keeping her as quiet as she could, and occasionally raised herself up from her crouch to peer through the car window out at the parking lot. Every time she did, she would immediately duck back down again, letting Lily know that the coast was decidedly not clear yet. For her own part, Lily stayed huddled, sweat breaking out on her brow, eyes darting to and fro in terrified suspense.
Her bladder was pulsing incessantly inside her by now. She could feel her pee drumming up against her quivering sphincter, demanding release. As she shook harder in panic, her bladder convulsed rebelliously, threatening to mutiny against her rapidly abating willpower. She had to hold on, though. She couldn’t wet her pants in front of Sam, not again.
Sam was about to hazard a glance out again when Lily moaned slightly louder than normal through Sam’s hand. Sam leaned in close and whispered harshly, “Shut up! Just shut up! We can’t let him know we’re here! We have to stay quiet until he leaves!” Lily tried, but she was still bawling in fear, hot tears pouring out over her cheeks and down Sam’s white knuckles. Her urine was throbbing inside her. Sam looked out again before suddenly ducking low, lower than she had before. Despite her blunt pushiness, Lily could hear the quaver in Sam’s voice. “Oh no, no, no, he’s coming this way.”
Lily whimpered and cried harder, the alcohol in her system rendering her unstrung with terror. Even though her mouth was still covered, she began blubbering hysterics. “They’re gonna throw us in jail for drinking…we’re gonna go to jail and prob’ly get beaten up and molested or something…what’re we gonna do?”
None of these words, of course, were discernable through Sam’s hand, but Sam nonetheless hissed back, “Shut up! Stop making noise!”
Lily shivered even more violently, her bladder tensing up involuntarily inside her and her intestines churning forebodingly. She gripped her crotch with both hands and squeezed her thighs together, her knees bent and drawn up to her chest. Visions of police cars and handcuffs and prison bars flashed through her head, and she felt woozy. She imagined the principal finding them, and standing in front of him—and then later, in front of a cop—with pee pouring down her legs, unable to be contained any longer by her. She squeezed harder, trying to stave off the inevitable, but knowing it was impossible. “I’m gonna wet myself,” she half moaned, half sobbed, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m gonna pee myself…I’m peeing my pants…”
She continued to tremble fiercely as a loud hissing began to resound from her crotch. Even though she was clutching herself as tightly as she could with both hands, she could feel the hot urine warming her underwear and shorts and spraying shamefully through her fingers. Closing her eyes and crying louder, she found the sensation of the wet fabric around her private parts to be eroding her resolve and causing her mind to revert to a sense of subconscious infantilism and her body to primal instinct. Her inhibitions gave way, and the next thing she knew, she was peeing freely into her panties, and hard. She could feel the disgraceful heat expand ignominiously under her posterior, a puddle forming around the sodden, darkened beige of her shorts. Most humiliating, though, was the powerful jet of urine that was plowing through the inept barricade of her shaking hands, arcing in scattered droplets over the moonlit concrete and splashing in her spreading limpid pool of terrified embarrassment.
Sam realized what was happening in a moment. She grimaced, only half out of anger, and whispered sharply, “For crying out loud, Lily, are you seriously peeing yourself right now?” She then squeezed her eyes shut and lowered herself in her crouch until she was folded up as compactly as possible. As Lily stared, Sam stayed that way for a few seconds, not moving. Lily didn’t know what was wrong with her, but her own tears were abating as she continued to empty herself out, the pressure slowly lessening. By now her puddle had grown to nearly three feet, her shorts dark around her crotch and partially up her thighs.
Eventually Sam opened her eyes again, and this time Lily could detect that Sam’s brazen exterior was cracking, revealing legitimate consternation underneath. Sam’s eyes were now full of alarm, and she was biting down firmly on her lower lip. She shifted in her crouch, adjusting her hand on Lily’s mouth as she did so. At the same time, however, Lily saw her other hand go between her legs and start working up and down. A small eternity passed as they waited like this, during which Lily’s bladder finally finished voiding itself with a last few weak spurts into the drenched fabric of her underwear. As Lily’s lower abdomen relaxed somewhat (though she was still shaking with adrenaline), Sam seemed to only grow tenser. Her face conveyed genuine dread, and she appeared to be holding her breath.
After what felt like forever, Sam tentatively raised herself up again to get a look, her hand still between her thighs. As soon as she did, however, she dropped back down instantly, losing her balance. She had to quickly move the hand in her groin out onto the pavement to keep from toppling, planting it with a splish into Lily’s puddle, and her crouch turned into a half-crouch, half-kneel. But then, she did something Lily didn’t expect. Still biting down on her lip, she let out a whimper.
Even through her fear, Lily looked over, wondering what was the matter. Sam bent down lower and seemed to be suddenly breathing very heavily. What was happening to her?
Then Sam whimpered again and whispered, in a voice that almost sounded as if she were going to cry, “Screw you, Lily, look what you made me do.”
Lily didn’t know what she meant, but then Sam lowered her head and actually did start to cry, a quiet, lachrymose display of self-pity that belied her earlier hard-nosed façade. Surprised at this sudden show of vulnerability, Lily gaped as Sam wept harder, her shoulders shaking in dejection. That was when Lily noticed something else, lower down. As she watched, even in the low light, she could see a change happening on the thighs of Sam’s pants. It took a moment to register what she was seeing, but then it clicked. They went from reflecting the moonlight to absorbing it, shiny to dark, and it could only mean one thing.
Sam was wetting her pants, too.
Lily kept staring as Sam thoroughly soaked herself, unable, it seemed, to staunch the flow. Within a few seconds the wet stain had covered the entirety of Sam’s thigh down to her knee, and then a puddle began to expand outward on the concrete. Lily could also hear the dribbling and trickling as Sam’s loss of bladder control extended underneath her butt cheek on her other leg and dripped down from the hamstring. Sam didn’t move or make any attempt to thwart Nature’s course as she continued to flood her pants, joining Lily in self-humiliation. Her urine continued to spread outward over the surface of the parking lot, merging with Lily’s and creeping outward towards where the pavement met grass. As she witnessed such a clear and obvious accident, Lily felt her own bladder contract again, pushing one or two more hot spurts into her underwear, reheating her crotch and bottom in helpless sympathy.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds by the time Sam was finished peeing, and the silent sobs of shock had subsided also. She looked up, her eyes red and her face tear-streaked and angry, and whispered caustically, “Now you made me pee myself too. I hope you’re happy.”
Lily felt her throat tighten up painfully as her eyes welled up again. She hadn’t meant to make Sam also have an accident. It wasn’t enough that she had completely wet her shorts in fear, now Sam was mad at her because she had done the same thing? It wasn’t her fault. Tears began to spill out over her eyelids and down her cheeks again. Why did Sam hate her so much? Why did she even come out here in the first place? Why couldn’t Angie be with her instead of Sam? Angie never got mad when they peed themselves together. She wished she could just go home. Go home and disappear. She wept again, quietly this time, as her inebriated state spun a litany of woe through her hazy mind.
The intensity of panic which had seized both girls earlier was dissipating, leaving them now huddled coldly in damp clothes, with nothing to do but wait as their muscles grew stiff and their faces dried. Lily had no idea what was taking the principal so ridiculously long to simply get in his car and drive away, but based off of Sam’s reactions to her reconnaissance endeavors, he hadn’t done so yet. Her hand was still on Lily’s mouth, not gripping as tightly now, but not willing to risk being removed.
~*~*~*~*~
Brian looked taken aback, almost startled. “What do you mean?”
Angelica kept her gaze fixed on him, penetrating him, searching him. I am a woman, Brian. I am neither a chit nor a plaything. If you want me, you will have to show me that you are a man, and not a boy or a coward. “I think you know what I mean. You’ve said you’re glad we’re friends. Well, friends don’t take friends out for coffee, then alone to a romantic moonlit lake where they put their jacket over their shoulders.” She closed her mouth and let her words sink in, watching, waiting to see what he would do. Do it, Brian. If you would be my king, step up and accept the crown of manhood.
Brian turned and stared off toward the lake again, his face wrought with pensive gravitas. Twice he seemed close to beginning a sentence, only to lapse back into silence. Angelica said nothing herself, instead letting the weight of the moment rest on him.
Unfortunately, it was becoming increasingly difficult to stand still. She was now tightening her thigh muscles as much as she could without bobbing or bouncing, and she wished she could cross her legs. With one hand, she subtly reached around and gave her crotch a quick squeeze from behind. It wasn’t very effective, but it was the best she could do right now. It was almost laughable, the fact that such a potentially pivotal moment in her life, a point of such profound sacredness, could be offset by a few hundred milliliters of liquid in the wrong place. As the thought passed through her head, she very nearly did start laughing, but was checked by the earnestness of this instant—and the pain in her bladder.
At long last, Brian let out a deep sigh and faced her again. “Okay. Okay, okay. You’re right.” He sighed again, rubbed the back of his head, and took a deep breath. “You want the truth? Here it is.” He paused once more, glancing around him, trying to find the words. Angelica kept watching, but the suspense was making her crotch tingle even more intensely, and she had to discreetly rub her thighs together. Finally, he confessed. “I…like you, Angie. I really, really like you.” It was hard to tell in the low light, but Angelica guessed his face was flushed. His pace quickened, evidently in relief at being able to release this burden. If only Angelica didn’t have her own burden that badly needed release as well.
“I’ve liked you, gosh, since I first met you. When I wanted to take you here those years ago, it was because I liked you. And then…you had your…y’know, your accident…and it seemed like you avoided me after that. And I felt too awkward to try to push it, ’cause I thought it would be too embarrassing for you.” Angelica chewed on her lip. He was absolutely right about it being embarrassing for her, but if she had only known how he’d felt, she would have swallowed that pill early and gotten it over with. Of course, right now she was in much the same predicament.
“That’s why I was so happy when you started texting me. I guess I’d always felt too timid to try to reach out first. It was dumb, and I was dumb. But, but, Angie,” And here he suddenly stepped closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Angelica felt a jolt go through her, every nerve awake with excited anticipation. The same went for her urinary system, and she had to suppress a squeak as the sudden contraction very nearly spelled disaster. “Angie, I’m not going to be afraid to say it anymore.” His eyes, even in the dark, were piercing through her. “I like you. I think you’re beautiful, and smart, and sensible, and…ah, I don’t know how to say it—good. Like…virtuous. Gosh, I guess that sounds old-fashioned, huh?” He chuckled out of giddy relief. “But you amaze me. And—and I just need you to know that, I guess.”
Angelica was lost in his gaze, his words penetrating her heart. Unlike earlier, where her emotions had felt like the flashes of pyrotechnics, now the sensation was much quieter, deeper, sweeter. It soaked into her, like clear water into dry soil, bringing to life a blossom that she thought long dead. The garden of her soul was redolent with an aroma so pure, so achingly beautiful—like nectar from Elysium—that she thought she might cry. “Oh, Brian,” was all she could manage, barely audible. “Brian.” She gently reached up with one hand and placed it on his cheek. You have won my heart, sir knight. Now come take your prize.
Brian’s face was now inches from her own, and he began to slowly lean in. Angelica found herself doing the same, raising her lips towards his. In the back of her mind, warnings were blaring from her bladder, red alerts screaming that if she did this, there could be no hope of holding it. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, all the way down to her feet, every muscle tense in anticipation. But it was too late. There was no going back now.
At the last moment, Angelica closed her eyes, and the next thing she knew, her lips were pressed against Brian’s. His kiss was soft and tender, his lips gentle in their caress of her own. All the emotional buildup to this moment rushed through her in an instant, and she raised herself further up, pressing harder into the kiss, savoring every bit of it, relishing the long, long awaited chance to do what she had so greatly desired for so long. All that time spent wondering, hoping, waiting, fearing—it all led to this point. And it was all totally, completely, one hundred percent worth every second.
Of course, at the same time, just as she knew it would, her sphincter gave way and her pee began shooting out of her. The kiss deepened as the heat spread all through her panties, wetting them for the second time that day. By this time, Brian’s hands were around her waist and hers were on his neck, her fingers stroking his hair. The two of them had their bodies pressed up close together, and a tiny part at the back of her brain was glad that she was wearing a black dress, since the wetness would be less noticeable, but nervous that her pee might get on his shoes. By now it was flowing liberally down her thighs, the streams tickling her skin and dribbling out over her pumps. Thankfully, since her ankles were squeezed together, they served as a cushion for the urine, preventing it from splashing too much. Still, she could feel it filling her shoes and knew that there would be a puddle where she was standing, hopefully not too obvious in the grass.
~*~*~*~*~
They had been hidden now for close to ten minutes, the only sound around them being the serenade of crickets off in the grass. Lily’s rear end was increasingly sore from its seat on the hard pavement. Sam, for her part, had awkwardly shifted to a makeshift seiza position right next to Lily, softly shivering. Since both of their pants were now wet, she didn’t seem to mind sitting in their puddle. Lily wiggled slightly, and then again, trying to ease the discomfort in her bottom, her sopping panties chafing as she did so. Eventually, unable to find relief, she straightened up to a kneel then settled herself on her ankles, mirroring Sam. As she lowered herself down again, however, she misjudged her balance in her lightheaded state and fell heavily backwards against the car which had served as their hideout so far. Her shoulders made a resounding thunk against the door, and her head followed, thankfully not as forcefully.
Lily’s hands immediately flew to the back of her scalp, massaging the sore spot. Sam, on the other hand, sat up, galvanized into vigilance by the abrupt intrusion into the hush of the night. Raising herself up to her knees once more, she peeked over the car window. Immediately she ducked back down, bending as low as possible, her breathing suddenly accelerated and her face full of panic. Lily could feel the hair standing up on her neck as fear coursed through her nerve endings again, and her insides quivered with dread. When Sam spoke, her voice was shaky and barely audible. “I think he heard us.” She was shaking, and as cold sweat beaded on her forehead, Lily could hear a recurrent pshh psshh pshhhh coming from her. Looking down, she could see Sam’s pants darkening around the crotch again as Sam once more began to spurt into her panties in fright. Her own bladder contracted, but there was very little to expel. All it did was make her butt grow warm again.
Sam was leaking uncontrollably now, biting down on her lip, her eyes wide with trepidation. As the wetness on her thighs slowly descended, she squeezed her eyes and thighs closed and squeaked out, “Oh crap. Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap!” And in that moment, it seemed as though she was close to doing just that.
As unglued with fear as Sam was, though, Lily was worse. Panic was settling into every pore of her body, and her heart was racing. Had she had any urine left inside her bladder, Sam’s sudden show of terror would have caused her to be inexorably spraying it out. She was trembling like a leaf herself by now, teeth chattering, her mind fluttering with images of degradation and worse at being found out by the principal—her, the valedictorian, with alcohol on her breath and pee-stained clothes. Her entire abdominal cavity felt as though it were constricting, and she was grateful for Sam’s hand over her mouth, afraid that without it, she would puke. Her gut was roiling as pressure built up inside. And then, on top of it all, Sam had uttered that string of interjections. It had only been an expression of her fear, but somewhere in Lily’s scared and intoxicated subconscious, it combined with the warmth under her bottom and took on the nature of a directive.
Lily groaned and leaned forward as she felt the pressure in her intestines mount beyond what she could contain. Powerless to stop it, she could feel her cheeks spread as the contents of her rectum were suddenly and unceremoniously expelled into her clothes. It rushed out with a nauseating bubbling sound, hot, liquid excrement that squelched loudly in its exodus. Lily had of course had diarrhea before, and she had occasionally pooped her pants as well, but the two had never been combined. She winced and grimaced as this unpleasant new sensation introduced itself. Instead of remaining more or less contained in her underwear, her poop poured out in a soupy mess, soaking through her panties and shorts and flowing down her thighs, where is splattered over her calves and slopped into a fetid puddle between her legs.
Poor Lily gasped in shock and embarrassment at her sudden foul mess. Unfortunately for her, since Sam’s hand was still over her mouth, the rapid intake of breath only served to fill her nostrils with the overwhelmingly noxious odor from her second accident. Had she had more experience with alcohol, she would have recognized the effects of excessive drinking on bowel movements, namely on their consistency and their smell. Instead, she was forced to learn the hard way. As the pungent stench burned her sinuses, she violently pulled away from Sam’s grip, hacking and coughing. As she did so, the last of her poop squirted out in a runny wet fart, spraying out of the cuffs of her shorts. Sam had also been caught off guard by Lily’s loss of bowel control, and as Lily quickly turned away, some of her mess ended up splashing on Sam. This, combined with the putrid smell that now permeated the air, made Sam double over in the other direction, choking and retching as if she were about to vomit. And then, bent over on her hands and knees, she did just that, bringing up the last of the alcohol in her system onto the concrete.
As Sam leaned back with a shudder and wiped her mouth, Lily was still gagging and holding her nose, trying very hard not to follow Sam’s example. The whole ordeal, however, had produced an appreciable ruckus—a far cry from their earlier attempts at subtlety. It was Sam who heard the footsteps rapidly nearing from the other side of the car. Despite her earlier abrasiveness, she seized Lily’s arm and roughly hauled her to her feet in a show of fugitive solidarity. “Run!” she barked, and the next thing Lily knew, she was sprinting as fast as she could on stiff and wobbly legs. The watery mess in her shorts was liberated by the jostling of her body, flinging poop out over the grass and causing it to course down her legs in vile streaks. They didn’t risk looking behind them, instead running and running and running until they could go no further, collapsing on the grass breathlessly, with dry throats and aching sides. They lay there, panting and gasping, still nervous about being caught, for several minutes.
Once they had caught their breath somewhat, a quick survey of their location showed that they had made it around the school building and were now not far off from the bleachers of the football field. That meant that they had ended up making almost a full orbit of the school since they had first been sent scattering like roaches by the arrival of faculty. If they were lucky, their things would still be sitting where they had left them, in little piles by the building on the other side of the field, including Lily’s phone. She would try to call Angie. Hopefully she would be able to help them out.
Lily slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling crusty from where her diarrhea had begun to dry out on her skin. Standing over Sam, it was her turn to show support. She extended her hand for Sam to take. Sam seemed to consider it for a moment, unwilling, apparently, to show a need for help. After a few seconds, though, she acquiesced, pulling herself up wordlessly. “Come on,” said Lily, “my phone should be over here.” She turned and began trudging toward the corner of the school, with Sam reluctantly following.
Rounding the corner, to her great relief, Lily could see what was left of the piles of belongings. Evidently most of the seniors had already retrieved their personal effects, but off to the side, just where she had left it, Lily saw her neon green phone case. She leaned over to pick it up, her sullied underwear chafing as she did so. She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she turned on the screen, about to send a text off to Angelica. Before she did, though, she raised her gaze and made eye contact with Sam. “Where’s your phone?”
Sam blew out a small sigh of irritation. “I left it at Aaron’s house. I thought we’d all be going back there.”
Lily chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. Aaron’s house was far too far away to walk to, even in dry clothes. “Well, do you have anyone you need to call?”
Sam wrinkled her brow in thought, seemingly pondering the question of which person would be the least embarrassing for her to admit she’d wet her pants to. Eventually she asked, trying to keep her voice even, “Do you have Brad’s number?”
Lily reddened slightly. No, she didn’t have Sam’s boyfriend’s number; in fact, she probably had almost no one’s number. It was stupid of her to ask in the first place. Aaron was one of the few people they both knew whose number she did have, and that was only because he’d texted about the party at his house. Looking away, she mumbled, “Uh, no, I don’t.”
An awkward pause followed. Finally, Lily spoke up again, “Hey, I’m going to see if my friend Angelica can give me a ride. I’m sure she could give you one, too.”
Sam considered this briefly, then squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, brushing her hair behind her ear. The irregular wet patch on her pants, though not as obvious as earlier, was still visible in the moonlight. “No, that’s fine. I live only about two miles from here. I’ll walk.” Her tone conveyed an attempt at affected insouciance.
Two miles in the dark—that would be forty, fifty minutes. And it was late. Lily tried again. “Are you sure, Sam?”
Sam fixed Lily with a penetrating gaze that almost felt like contempt. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.” Contrary to her words, her tone didn’t sound very grateful. Lily guessed that maybe she was acting defensively after feeling exposed earlier. She didn’t push the issue.
Sam turned to begin her trek, walking casually with her back straight. She had gotten no further than twenty feet, though, when she suddenly stopped. After a moment, she turned back to Lily. “Hey, um, Lils,” she began. Her voice was lower than normal, and her gaze was averted. “Uh, about how I made fun of you? For, y’know, peeing yourself? Yeah. Um…I’m sorry. For doing that.” Lily didn’t respond. Memories of the harvest festival flashed through her consciousness, and she wanted to be able to revel in Sam’s comeuppance tonight. Nevertheless, deep down, she could only imagine Sam’s embarrassment. It was one thing for her, the girl with the bladder issues, to have an accident, but not for Sam. Inside, she was probably feeling terrified that the events of tonight would—ahem—leak out, and genuine remorse for how she had teased Lily in the past.
Sam looked up as the silence lengthened, her eyes meeting Lily’s. “So…no hard feelings?” She shifted uncomfortably.
Lily watched her for just a second or two longer before she exhaled, relenting. “Sure, Sam. No hard feelings.”
Sam merely nodded in response and silently resumed her journey. Lily watched after her for a while, wondering if she would be safe and whether she should have pressed the issue or not. Eventually, though, she decided it was out of her hands. Sam could make her own decisions. They were high school graduates, after all.
Turning her phone screen back on, she began to type out a plea to Angelica.
~*~*~*~*~
Both Angelica’s osculation and her micturition lasted for about ten seconds. As the kiss lengthened, she could feel both of their breathing grow heavier as their passion heated. For her at least, it was only amplified by the moist heat around her private parts and the blissful respite of her bladder’s pain. When it seemed as though the two of them were getting somewhat dangerously excited, as well as when the splattering sound of her accident became obvious enough that it pierced the giddy euphoria in her mind, she suddenly pulled back, cutting off the flow at the same time. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and gave Brian a satisfied smile on one side, with a hint of coyness in it. She was happy—outrageously, ecstatically happy—but she couldn’t let this continue. Least of all because she had just peed herself. With Brian. Again. Even if they kept standing here, he might notice her wet legs. She needed to bring this wonderful evening to a close, though an evening that promised to be followed by many beautiful mornings. Not to mention that although she had already lost control briefly, she was far from empty—and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding it.
Brian beamed back at her, his smile quite probably the biggest it could be. He stared into her eyes, his gaze full of fierce desire. After several seconds, he let out a breath. “Wow.” Then he laughed, a relieved, joyful laugh. Angelica laughed as well, but not quite as hard. She was still focused on her grip on her pee.
“Well, then, Brian,” she said, wincing slightly as a spike of stinging pain shot through her abdomen, “do you have anything you’d like to say?” She watched him with an expression that she hoped was both expectant and flirtatious. Has the man found his courage, now that he is assured of victory?
Brian took her hands in his, still grinning widely, and then looked her straight in the eye. “Angie,” he began, his voice level and confident, “will you be my girlfriend?”
Angelica’s smile stretched across both sides of her face at that magical question. Her bladder suddenly tensed up in her excitement, and a brief spurt of urine filled her underwear, warming the fast-cooling fabric. She faltered as she regained control. “Yes, Brian. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Brian chuckled again in hearty elation. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. She gasped as the pressure forced another leak, this one lasting a little over a second before she could cut it off. She could feel the pee trickling down the insides of her thighs, and she felt sure that the front of her dress must be wet by now. She couldn’t let him find out. He was still holding her close, but as she hugged him back, she patted him with her arms to try to get him to let go, which he did, but not quite as quickly as she hoped. Then, once out of the embrace, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again. It was glorious, but it unfortunately made her momentarily lose control again. She had one leg crossed over the other by this point, and the spurt shot out in the back, jetting nearly horizontally under her left cheek and spraying the side of her dress.
As he released her, she was filled with certainty that these leaks weren’t going to stop. She had to get away, get away before she completely embarrassed herself in front of…her boyfriend. She could feel a blush heating her cheeks as the reality of it nestled into her brain. Gently but firmly extricating herself from his arms, she pulled his suit jacket off and handed it back to him. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she began to slowly back away. “I should probably get going now.” She hooked a thumb coolly toward her car. “See you tomorrow? Or I can call you tonight?”
Angelica hoped that he would acquiesce speedily and then drive off. If she made a pretense of driving the other way, then he wouldn’t notice when she instead got out and emptied her aching bladder by the side of the road. It wasn’t as if there was anyone to see, after all. And if he left now, then maybe, please, oh please, he might not see the puddle in the grass that she had left behind. Instead, he nodded to her, hanging his jacket over his back with one hand while shoving the other one breezily into his pocket. “Sounds good, Angie. We can talk tonight.”
She grinned and giggled, fighting hard the impulse to double over or grab her crotch. How she wished she could just squat behind her car! But she couldn’t risk it, not with Brian still there. She had to act like everything was fine, to keep him from realizing her desperation—though she was becoming increasingly doubtful that there was still a chance of emerging from this both without him realizing and without having an accident. She gave a little wave, laughed nervously again, and then turned to speed walk back to the road.
Once he was out of sight, Angelica hurriedly made her way over the shoulder of the road and toward her car. Her gaze was down as she sped toward her car, trying to keep from exploding before she got in. Already she couldn’t stop the wetness spreading rapidly over her butt as her urine leaked out from inside her. She couldn’t believe it. Just a few hours earlier, her only thoughts of peeing her pants because of Brian were ones from the distant past, and now—now she was actually about to totally wet herself from excitement following a kiss. A kiss. With Brian. She quickened her pace.
Reaching the car, she threw her clutch into the passenger’s seat, got in, and closed the door. For a second, she merely sat there, in exhilarated and stunned silence. But then the dam broke. She jammed her hands into her crotch, mewling and doubling over as her pent-up urine sprayed uninhibited into her blue panties, warming them afresh. She peed, a hot, tempestuous geyser of liquid, holding herself and rocking forward and backward. The gush of urine subsided, but then immediately started again as her pee overflowed, unable to be contained. Her bladder was so full it hurt. Finally, after nearly a minute of this, she was able to sit still, empty and soaked, a look of elysian relief on her face. She stayed like that, staring at the stars, in emotional bliss even as the puddle under her rear steadily cooled.
Then, like a fly buzzing in her ear, the jolt of a sudden vibration from her phone startled her as a text message came in. As she picked it up to read it, she saw it was a message from Lily: “can u come pick me up I’m at the school I had a petty bad accident in my pants”. She leaned her head back, eyes closed, and laughed, a gentle, lilting giggle at the wonderful absurdity. Pee drops trickled down her legs and her seat was drenched, but she didn’t care. Today was a good day, and not even her and Lily’s bizarre propensity to wet themselves together could change that.
~Aftermath~
As it turned out, Angelica did end up going the opposite direction from Brian, as it was a shorter route to Lily’s high school that way. Once she reached an intersection with a streetlamp, she gingerly stepped out of the car, her urine splattering down and dripping off her dress. A cursory examination of her seat told her that hopes of getting the stain out were far-flung, at best. She would be content with abating the smell, at least.
If Lily had also wet herself, then it would probably be best for her to get something to put on the seats. Some paper towels and trash bags would do; it was just acquiring them that would be the tricky part. She tried to inspect the back of her dress. Since the material was black, the stain might not be too visible. She squeezed out the last drops as best she could, then took off one shoe at a time to empty them out onto the road. Using her hand, she attempted to brush off the droplets that still clung to her legs, then was forced to wipe her hands with a makeup remover. With a frown of revulsion, she made a quick mental note to get some pocket hand sanitizer—preferably scented.
She was glad to find a tiny convenience store at which to obtain her supplies. Even though it was nearly empty at this hour, she couldn’t help but constantly feel self-conscious about whether someone was looking at the back of her dress or not. It didn’t help that the faint odor of urine hung about her. As quickly as she could, she grabbed a three-pack of paper towels, a small box of trash bags, and a travel bottle of Purell and left.
By the time Angelica pulled into the now vacant parking lot at TRHS, Lily was sitting against the side of the building, head in hands. As Angelica approached, Lily looked up, an expression of bedraggled relief clear on her face. She stood, grimacing, and waddled towards the car. In the low light, Angelica could see dark stains on her shorts and down her legs as well and wondered what had happened.
Lily opened the door, and in the light of the car interior, Angelica could indisputably tell that Lily had soiled herself quite thoroughly. Her eyebrows rose in a look that was a mixture of surprise, repugnance, and pity. Lily, on the other hand, appeared quite miserable and simply squelched down on the meticulously pre-protected car seat. She groaned. “Please just take me home, Angie.”
Angelica balked. “Are—are you sure, Lil? Why don’t you come back with me? I can probably sneak you into my house more easily, and you can always tell your parents that you decided to spend the night at my house.”
Lily considered this briefly before glumly nodding her head. They began their trip back in relative silence, since Lily seemed too dejected and sick to talk. In addition, they had to drive with the windows completely open, to mitigate the stench from Lily’s diarrhea. As it diffused in the air, Angelica actually became worried, wondering if she could sneak Lily inside in her present state. Lily, on the other hand, just curled up on the seat and moaned. At one point they had to pull over so that she could lean out and puke, the motion of the car and the smell combining to make her stomach reject the last of the alcohol in it. Once done with that, as she slowly sobered up, her head throbbed and she felt very thirsty. Angelica offered to get something to drink at a drive-thru, but Lily declined.
As Lily sat there wretchedly, her mind ruefully replayed the events of the night. What she had thought was going to be a fun time partying had ended up a complete disaster. What had she been thinking? No, that was it—she hadn’t been thinking. The beer hadn’t helped, either. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. Or actually…that wasn’t quite true. She remembered the looks, the attention, the uninvited touches that Jay had given her, and it became plainly obvious in hindsight that he had no interest it her whatsoever, except to get in her pants and then probably brag about how he banged the valedictorian. At least their getting caught had derailed where things might have headed. She lowered her head onto her knees in humiliation, recalling that she had been about to get naked in front of him when they were found out. She really was an idiot. In the sullen atmosphere of the car, she made a silent promise to herself to never drink again.
On top of her self-censure, incredibly enough, she had to pee again by now. As the minutes passed by, she crossed one tainted leg over the other and moaned, “I have to pee again, Angie.” She knew that there really wasn’t anything Angelica could do about it, and they were getting close to the house. But she just needed Angelica’s sympathy more than anything. Angelica reassured her that they weren’t far at this point.
Still, no more than a minute later, she shifted her position, squeezing her legs together tightly, and whined, “I mean it, Angie. I really have to go.” Angelica chewed on her lip, considering her options. If Lily was in this state, then maybe she really couldn’t hold it for too much longer. But they were only four minutes away from her house by now, tops—practically, there wasn’t a better option. She just hoped Lily could make it that far. The covering she had given the seat would be enough to protect it from the aftermath of an accident, not from an accident itself.
She was glad, then, when only a few minutes after that, they pulled into her driveway, staying far enough back to keep from getting her parents’ attention with the headlights. Lily was by now rocking in her seat, one hand over her eyes and one between her legs. Angelica turned off the car and stepped out. Lily didn’t move, but merely groaned and kept rocking. “I have to go so bad, Angie.”
Angelica nodded compassionately. She had an idea of how to get Lily into the house without her accident being found out, and it would only be a minute longer. Surely Lily could hold on for one more minute? “I’ll be right back, Lil. Trust me.” She scampered into the house, hurrying for her friend’s sake. Without even taking the time to change out of her wet clothes herself, she found a pair of old overalls that she never wore anymore. Satisfied that they would fit over Lily’s befouled shorts and content to throw them away afterwards, she discreetly folded them up and then stole back outside.
Once there, she opened Lily’s door and held up the overalls. “Here. Put these on over what you’re wearing. That way you can come in without getting your mess everywhere.” Lily looked up at the overalls and painstakingly emerged from the car, leaving a puddle of smeared poop on the paper-and-plastic barrier Angelica had constructed. With the slow, deliberate movements of the invalid, she took the overalls from Angelica and carefully slid one leg in, then the other, leaning on Angelica’s shoulder for balance. Fortunately, the overalls were big and baggy enough to let her put them on while still wearing her shoes. Once she had finished pulling them up and sliding the straps over her shoulders, she put her hands back in her crotch and stood there, unmoving.
Angelica tried to goad her, pushing her slightly toward the house. “Come on, Lil. The sooner we get inside, the sooner you can use the bathroom and change.”
Lily, however, remained immobile. Bending over slightly, she replied, “I really, really have to go. I don’t think I can hold it.”
Angelica sighed with impatience. She didn’t want to risk Lily peeing outside and potentially being seen, but they were so close by now. She spoke up, more harshly than she meant, “Yeah, I know. But we’re almost there, so come on, you need to go, now!”
As soon as the words left her mouth she realized her mistake. She had just told Lily to “go,” and that is precisely what Lily did. Whimpering and bending over a little more, Lily’s endurance again gave way, and for the third time that day, she wet her pants. A gushing sound came out of her groin, and a few seconds later, poop-stained urine began pouring out of the cuffs of the overalls. Shortly afterward, the wetness started to show through, a dark stain forming unevenly along the legs and further up, around the crotch. Lily continued to soak the overalls—Angelica’s overalls—for a little over twenty seconds before finishing off with a very wet-sounding fart.
Angelica put a hand over her face in exasperation. At least it had happened while they were still outside, and at least she had planned to throw out the overalls anyway. Still, cleaning this up was going to be a nightmare. Maybe she should text Brian and ask if they could talk tomorrow instead. |
Chapter 7 - Car Wash
Specific tags: spanking
It was a bright day, so much so that you had to shield your eyes even to look at the sky, which was filled with billowy puffs of clouds looking like cotton balls pressed onto a pane of glass. The air was filled with the noises of traffic, birds chirping, music being played loudly through car stereos, and the jingle of a passing ice cream truck. It was, by all accounts, an ideal summer’s day.
Angelica was glad to be able to enjoy it from within the shade. She didn’t fare as well in direct sunlight as Lily did, who began every autumn with a perfectly toned tan, and as such she tried to avoid it. So, to be able to get the mild breeze, the fresh estival scents, and the lazy warm-but-not-too-hot climate while still out of the sun was wonderfully refreshing.
She and Lily were both dressed in jean shorts (though Lily’s were shorter) and sleeveless tops: Angelica with a yellow tank top and Lily with a pink halter top. Despite their summer wear, they both had on tennis shoes; flip-flops or sandals being banned in the workplace for safety reasons. The workplace in question was QuikShine Car Wash, a job which, while certainly not the most promising for a long-term career, served well enough as a means of income during the summer months. While Angelica had been hunting for work that could count as experience toward her business degree, Lily had found this job through a friend on her first day looking, and then had gotten Angelica a place there too. At first Angelica felt a little annoyed that Lily had found work so easily when she herself had been trying so hard without success, but the feeling passed quickly. It was kind of Lily to get her hired at the same place, and she could always keep looking for other work.
And, to be honest, working at the car wash wasn’t bad. It mainly involved a lot of spraying with hoses and squeegeeing, combined with the occasional bit of maintenance on the rollers and spray arches. Of course, neither of them was a technician, and the greatest extent of the “maintenance” they did was things like replacing canisters of cleaning chemicals or performing a manual restart on the conveyors if they ever got stuck. The job was simple enough, requiring only two employees per shift; and the owner, Mr. Armstrong, a somewhat gawky-looking bespectacled man in his mid-forties, was generous enough to let the two of them share the same hours, as long as they didn’t distract each other.
They had been working there for the past month and a half, and so far Angelica had found no prospects for other employment that would better fit her educational track. More and more, she was having to face, with a certain degree of wistful regret, the likelihood that there would be no better opportunities before the school year began again. Lily, on the other hand, was relishing her newfound freedom and financial resources, limited though they were. Angelica found that she had to be the practical one and advise Lily to try saving some of her income, instead of spending it all at once. She also needed to stay on top of Lily regarding her assignments for college applications. Ever since she had pulled out on top as valedictorian, Lily had more enrollment options open up to her, and her surprising display of natural skill at public speaking was now leading her to look into pursuing public relations. She intended to start with studying marketing and media studies. Angelica was impressed by her best friend’s newfound life goals, and wholeheartedly supported her. It did mean, though, that Lily would have to learn to be self-motivated, at least more than she was now. In the absence of teachers, classes, and semesters, Angelica now filled the role of life coach—or at least, someone who was close enough to Lily that she wouldn’t take any of her crap.
On this day, the morning had passed in relative ease. It had been very near lunchtime when that changed. After a smooth succession of incident-free washes, a shrill beeping that neither of the girls had ever heard before started sounding from the computer panel near the exit. Mr. Armstrong had clearly instructed them never to touch this panel, and they consequently promptly summoned him to deal with it.
“Oh dear. Um…oh dear.” Mr. Armstrong adjusted his glasses and scratched the side of his head.
“What is it?” Angelica leaned in, not comforted by the tone in his voice.
He sighed. “It’s an issue with the sensor array. I’m going to have to get someone out here ASAP to get it fixed. Thing is, the whole system depends on it. Until we get it fixed, we’ll have to turn off all the machinery.”
Lily and Angelica shared a glance before Lily piped up. “Should we just go home, then?” Her stomach rumbled. She was looking forward to getting something to eat.
Mr. Armstrong furrowed his brow. “No, no, I think we can stay open. It just means we’ll have to wash the cars by hand.” He gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, girls. I know it’s not what you were hired for, but do you think you can manage?”
Both girls looked at each other again before nodding to each other and then to Mr. Armstrong. They were both young enough to retain some of the naïveté that assumes people in authority always have everything under control. He in turn thanked them both, his voice somewhat reassured, before heading back for his office, running his hand through his thinning hair.
At first, washing cars by hand was almost fun. The girls got to work together and laugh and joke and occasionally splash each other as they did so. However, it quickly became apparent that the two of them alone would have to maintain an exhausting pace to keep up with the amount of cars coming in, even after Mr. Armstrong had set up a sign at the entrance that read “Hand Wash Only.” When noon approached, rather than take their lunch together, as was their custom, Mr. Armstrong told them they would have to stagger their lunch breaks. Since Lily’s stomach hadn’t stopped growling, Angelica said she could go first, to which Lily gratefully agreed. There was a Taco Bell across the street, and she went there, ordering an eclectic assortment of individual items and completing them with a large Mountain Dew Baja Blast. All that washing by hand had been hard and hot work, and she needed to cool off.
Once her order came in, she hastily scarfed down her food items, then leaned back in her booth with a discreet burp and a contented sigh, taking a breather while she sipped her drink and her food digested in the remaining lunch break she had.
~*~*~*~*~
Upon returning, now that it was her turn to be back working by herself, Lily was wishing she had used the bathroom at the Taco Bell when she had had the chance. The Baja Blast was only making it worse. She inwardly berated herself—if Angie had been with her, she would have made sure they’d both gone to the toilet when they had had the chance. But, of course, Angie was taking her own lunch break now, most likely somewhere besides Taco Bell, someplace at least marginally healthier. Which also meant Lily wouldn’t get any chance to relieve herself until Angelica got back.
She sighed and tried to focus on her work, despite her growing need to pee. Being by herself made it worse. At least when it was the two of them, they could talk to each other, make jokes, settle into their natural repartee as best friends. By herself, though, her only company was her own brain and filling bladder. Shifting her position to a crouch to get at the wheel wells of the black Ford Fiesta she was currently washing, she thought back to her graduation two months ago, and more specifically, to the multiple accidents she had had on that day. Thanks to Angelica, nobody had found out about any of them. Lily smiled to herself with a warm sense of gratitude in her chest. That really was true friendship.
Nevertheless, her accidents had come as a dire specter, haunting the otherwise bright visions of her future. Growing up, she had allowed herself to believe—albeit subconsciously—that her sympathetic spastic bladder was something she would grow out of, that it would only be a passing phase. The various specialists her parents had taken her to when she was much younger had said as much, if not quite in those words. Hadn’t they? Now that she really thought about it, she saw clearly that it had always been less of a promise and more of a best-case scenario, a palliative speculation to soften the blow of having to confess that they didn’t have a cure. So, as she grew, she had always been looking forward to “that day,” the day when she would finally be able to control herself. Since she didn’t wet herself all the time, but only more often than average, it was tricky to determine when that moment had arrived. In retrospect, she now realized that she had been expecting to be free of bladder problems upon reaching “adulthood.” And then graduation day had happened, and she, the valedictorian, had peed and pooped her pants.
A frown was dominating Lily’s face by now. These were not the kinds of thoughts she should be dwelling on. Especially right now, when she really did have to go. She stood up again, having finished the initial washing, and grabbed the hose to start rinsing. As she sprayed the water out over the now spotless car, she tapped her foot in impatience and wished Angelica would get back soon, wished that there was a bathroom here in the car wash building. Where did Mr. Armstrong go when he needed to pee? She knew, of course—he went to the Taco Bell, just like they had to. He had told them as much when they first started working there. He and the owner of the Taco Bell had an understanding.
She wrapped up rinsing and moved on to washing the windows. Slipping away to the bathroom across the street would take too long without someone else here. The line of cars, while not as long as usual, was nevertheless not getting any shorter, either. She grimaced as the liquid in her lower abdomen kept increasing, now feeling leaden inside her. Her stretching bladder was beginning to hurt. She had to keep telling herself that she was going to be okay, and not to entertain any false hopes of when she could go pee. It was hard to resist the temptation of thinking that if she could only finish “this one car,” then she could go use the toilet afterwards. She knew, though, that that kind of line of thinking would only make it worse. The thing she had to do now was pace herself, and settle in for the long haul.
The Fiesta was done, and Lily gave an automatic wave to the driver as she maneuvered her way out of the car wash. The next vehicle then rolled up, a gray Chevy Suburban, and Lily set about to washing the sides. The SUV was larger than most of the vehicles they’d washed so far, and going over all its surfaces was a time-consuming and monotonous task, meaning Lily didn’t even think about the roof until she was almost done with the hood. How was she supposed to reach it? With the other cars that she had done, she’d been able to get the roof if she reached as far as she could on her tiptoes. On one such occasion, she had come down from stretching to see a preteen boy in the back seat staring out at her wide-eyed. Evidently, reaching that far had made her halter top ride up, exposing her midriff and the waistband of her red and white panties mere inches away from his face. She had gone red and tried to avoid making eye contact with him, and ever since did her best not to reach farther than she could. So how was she supposed to wash this roof?
She stood puzzling over this for a few seconds before her bladder began to involuntarily tighten. She couldn’t stay still right now; she needed to keep her momentum going. Once she stopped, her body would take it as a signal that relief was near, and that would not be good. Casting her mind back to previous tall vehicles the two of them had washed together, Lily began to pace. What had Angelica used to get the roofs? There had to be some kind of pole with a brush on the end. Where was it?
She walked from one side of the SUV to the other, then back to the first side, scanning the area for any kind of implement for getting at the roof. But she couldn’t see anything, and her leg muscles were beginning to tense up from the pressure in her bladder. No more looking. Couldn’t find a pole? Then she would have to do this the old-fashioned way.
Grabbing her sponge of soapy water, she approached the left side of the hood. Then, hoping it looked as though she knew what she was doing, she carefully put her left knee on it and hoisted herself forward until she was completely on top of the hood. Once there, it was a matter of getting to her feet without falling, which was thankfully not as difficult as she had guessed it would be. She was able to guide herself with her right hand on the roof above the windshield, which helped.
Now that she was standing, Lily shifted her weight precariously, trying not to slip. Her left foot she repositioned to just under the right windshield wiper, while her right foot was still supported on the reinforced metal at the left edge of the front hood. She was doing her best to neither lose her footing nor put a dent in the car’s hood. It was a good thing she weighed as little as she did.
Of course, in her current unwieldy position, she was aware that her splayed legs and the amount of thigh she was showing made her pose more than a little suggestive. Especially since she had to bend over at her waist to reach the center of the roof of the Suburban—which meant in addition to the evocative angle of her slender legs, her rear end was protruding sensuously as well. If she had been less focused, she would have been at least a little afraid that Mr. Armstrong would come out of his office to be pleasantly surprised with a nice view of her butt, complete with her jean shorts riding up and beginning to expose the underside of her cheeks. Of course, whoever was driving the car had a pretty clear view himself from the front. But she couldn’t think about that. She had to hurry up and get the roof cleaned and get back down.
Regrettably, there wasn’t much room by now in Lily’s conscious mind for worrying about anything other than the liquid in her bladder. She tried to focus. Just this one car. Just this one, and then she’d go run across the street to the Taco Bell and use their bathroom. At this point, she didn’t care if it meant the rest of the cars in line were left waiting; she just really had to pee. Standing with her legs apart was not helping either, not a bit. Nor was the soapy water covering her hands as she leaned further and stretched as far as she could, disregarding her earlier efforts to avoid doing so, and moved her arms in wide circles to scrub the layers of dust off of every last inch of the dark gray paint. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, with a hint of consternation. If only the stupid automated system weren’t broken! That way, the spray arch that was now above her would be taking care of this, and she would be free to go use a toilet. She tensed and untensed her thigh muscles, rising up on the balls of her feet and settling back down. It was the best she could do in her problematic stance, and she wasn’t about to grab her crotch right in front of the eyes of the car’s occupants. Gosh, even if she could, both hands were wet, and it would probably only make things worse.
Closing her eyes, she let out a tenacious exhalation through her nose and clenched her jaw tight. Just get this roof done and get off. Focus on the car. Focus on the dirt. Get this done first, then think about a bathroom. Stroke after stroke, swaths of sudsy water left behind. Her arm ached with the ungainly angle she had to maintain, but she gritted her teeth and willed herself through it. Embrace the pain. You are stronger than the pain. In the humid and claustrophobic space close under the roof of the car wash, where no breeze from outside came in, Lily could feel sweat beading on her forehead. Her armpits tickled with perspiration as well, and she briefly paused to draw a forearm across her face, adjusting her arms at the same time to alleviate the uncomfortable itch in her armpits. If only she could do something for her bladder also. Heedless of her boss potentially seeing her, she momentarily bent over even further, making her bottom jut out even more prominently, and squeezed her sphincter closed as discreetly as she could, waiting for the wave of pain to pass.
Breathing deeply, she was able to resume her work after several seconds, grabbing her sponge and going back to scrubbing. By now she was nearly two thirds of the way done. Her calves were threatening to cramp up and her pee was pulsating inside her, but she was determined to hold it until she could finish here. If only the dumb spray arch were working. That way, the whole car roof could be coated at once with warm, flowing, rushing…
No! That was the worst thing to think about now. She squeaked out a quiet whine as her lower abdomen tensed up, and she briefly bent her knees inward as she narrowly avoided leaking in subconscious response to the thought of streaming water. Ugh, at this point, she would have to go straight to the bathroom after finishing on the roof, without even rinsing it off with the hose first. Angie would have to take care of that—whenever she got back. A torrent of liquid spouting forcefully through a narrow tube was probably something Lily needed to be as far away from as possible right now. She bit on her lip and tried to clean faster.
As she switched the sponge to her other hand and worked her arm back and forth, she could feel her whole body jostling with the effort. Regrettably, it also meant she could also feel her urine sloshing side to side inside her, slamming one side of her bladder then the other. She tried to breathe deeply to stay in control. Her legs were shaking, and she was about to burst, but she had to continue—she was so close now! She had to make it. Perspiration began beading out afresh on her skin, and as her body jiggled with the motions of cleaning, it had the effect of working a large droplet of sweat free on her back, where it trickled down, tingling and vellicating, lower and lower, until it slipped into her butt crack.
The sudden tickling sensation made her stiffen, thighs tense and back arched, as she gasped and tried not to leak. The light, prickly caress of the drop on her skin, down into her private parts, made a shiver go through her and her bladder. She twisted slightly in her position, steadying her breathing again and clenching her sphincter tightly shut. Her pee was throbbing, pushing to be released, and pulses of piercing desperation were assaulting her lower abdomen. Maybe she should just go now. Let Angie take care of all the rest, without even an explanation. That would be better than losing control.
But if she tried to go now, essentially capitulating to the call of Nature, would she even make it to Taco Bell in time? If she let her urinary system dictate her actions, enslave her to its will, then it would have its way before she could even reach a toilet. What was the name for that again? She had read about it—something like keyhole syndrome or something. If she left in a panic, then by the time she got to the restrooms, she wouldn’t be able to hold it. No. No, that wasn’t an option. The solution would be to maintain mental control. She resumed scrubbing assiduously, defiantly fighting to keep mind over matter, even though the muscles in her legs were still taut. She recalled her valedictorian address from a couple of months before, and how it had very nearly worked in driving back the panicky throes of her bladder emergency. Maybe the same thing would work now. “You can make it, Lily,” she quietly urged herself through gritted teeth, “you can hold it. Just hold on. Just hold on. Just hold—”
Just at that moment, however, the intractable spray arch, the one whose stubborn refusal to function was the sole reason for her current predicament, decided to relinquish an insolent token of assistance. There was a gurgling of air bubbles through the pipe, and then a two-second stream of water spilled rebelliously from its nozzle. In a normal circumstance, it would have done nearly nothing. However, in Lily’s awkward position, her projecting rear end was situated directly underneath the flow.
It took a split second for the warmth to penetrate through to her skin, and as soon as it did, Lily gasped sharply and straightened up violently. Her free hand flew to her backside, grabbing herself in an attempt to stave off disaster. It was as if the spray arch were goading her into releasing her own hot waters, and she stood there, shaking and twitching, legs still apart, doing her utmost to keep that from happening. Unfortunately for her, though, the comforting moist heat around her groin pierced past her psychological resolve directly to her most basic bodily instincts, and the next thing she knew, matter had won over mind.
She stood there, still holding herself from behind, as her sphincter gave way and pee began shooting into her underwear. Her mouth was hanging open in shock and panic as the urine rapidly heated her panties all over the front before spilling out into her shorts. Within a second a wet spot had appeared between her legs before spreading out over her left thigh down to the cuff of her jean shorts. She squeaked, trying hard to stop spurting, as the liquid started dripping from her left leg, faster and faster. She clenched and tensed and twisted, doing everything she could to halt the flow, knees bent inwards, wishing she could just close her legs—or better yet, be sitting on a toilet.
And then, quite to her surprise, it stopped. The pain was still pounding in her bladder and pee was gently dripping off her left inner thigh, but she had cut off the flow. She didn’t move, too incredulous to trust this sudden apparent miracle. Had she actually done it? Had that day arrived? For once, had she been able to wrest bodily autonomy back from the tyranny of her weak bladder? Her gasps began to settle down into calmer, more regular eupnea. A tiny, relieved smile even bloomed on her face. She, Lily Wells, the girl with the sympathetic spastic bladder, had just thwarted a full-blown accident. At last!
After what couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds but felt much longer, she cautiously removed her hand from under her butt. It was wet, but more with the water that had dripped on her than with her own urine. Looking down on herself, she could see the pretty obvious wetness from her momentary loss of control, but other than the few drops still dribbling lackadaisically from the cuff of her shorts, she convinced herself that it wasn’t too bad. She could most likely splash some wash water over herself and nobody would think anything was amiss. But she should probably do it now and get going—she still really had to pee. At least her boss hadn’t been out of his office. This way, no one had seen—
Then, with a surge of dread that felt akin to nausea, Lily’s face went gray as she remembered that she was still standing directly over the windshield of an occupied car. In the—ahem—heat of the moment, it had slipped her mind. The reflections off the glass had kept her from seeing anyone inside the car, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see her. Not only could they see her, but she had given them the most graphic display possible of her desperation and then her brief leak. While her face was hidden from their view, everything from the waist down was mere inches from the glass, and with her legs spread apart, nothing of her miniature accident was left to the imagination. They would have seen from the moment the dark stain first sprouted right over her private parts all the way to the little trickle of urine that was now finishing its descent down her left calf. And the pee that dripped off her shorts—she now saw that it had fallen onto the windshield itself, and had nearly completed its pilgrimage downwards to meet the dormant windshield wiper.
Awful, overwhelming embarrassment filled her soul, until she thought she might drown. Naturally, she had wet her pants before, many times, and many times in front of someone. But it had never been so obvious, so clearly on display. It was as if this car hood were a diminutive stage where the passengers were now gathered to spectate her humiliation. It couldn’t have felt any worse if she had been naked. The degradation of it sank down into the pit of her stomach, and then kept plunging further until it reached her already dangerously full bladder, snapping the tenuous and fragile control she had left.
Lily made a kind of strangling sound as she choked out a loud sob and peed her pants. She leaned forward over the car roof and squeezed her eyes shut, pushing out two tears as she did so. She knew her face was hot and crimson with shame, and it was undoubtedly for the best that the people in the car couldn’t see it. Sadly, what they could all too clearly see was the dark pee stain extending itself all the way across both thighs and the cascades of golden warmth that sprayed over their windshield as Lily wet herself from embarrassment. Streams of urine trickled down her thin and trembling legs, soaking into her socks and tennis shoes and splitting into discrete cataracts which splattered over the glass and the hood. In the otherwise noiseless interior of the car wash, the splashing, spattering sound of her accident echoed loudly in her burning ears, and more tears slid down her cheeks. She continued to go to the bathroom in her clothes for a little over twenty seconds before she was finally able to halt the flow. By that time, her shorts were thoroughly drenched in a wide wet spot around her crotch, stretching out to the outer edges of both hips and up almost to her waistband.
She stood there, still shaking, unable to move just yet as the wetness against her skin cooled and the remnants of her pee snaked their way down her legs and dripped off her shorts and her thighs. Though not fully empty, she was feeling much more relieved, but this was eclipsed by her profound mortification. She knew her face was still a deep scarlet, and she wished very strongly that she could simply disappear—disappear without having to face the other customers, without having to explain to Angie, without being seen at all. Especially not by the strangers whose car she had just peed on.
At last, after wallowing for nearly ten seconds in her self-pitying trepidation, she finally took a deep breath, drew one hand across her face, and straightened up. Then, as delicately as she could, she raised her left foot and gently placed it next to her right one on the edge of the hood. The movement pressed more urine out of her soaked shorts, making it sprinkle over her tennis shoes. At the same time, her sopping panties, having noticeably cooled, were pressed up against her groin. Both sensations, each highly disagreeable in its own way, made her wince and redden afresh. Still trying to avoid a confrontation with the occupants of the car, Lily let out a long, slow exhalation, steeled her nerves, and then hopped off the hood to the concrete floor of the car wash. Without saying a word or even turning her head at all, she walked resolutely away from the Suburban toward the door that led to the office and maintenance room. She was vaguely aware that any cars behind the one she had been washing could possibly also see her wet shorts, and she quickened her pace.
Once through the door, she slumped against the wall and tried not to burst into tears. Staring out through the tiny, dusty window in the door, she watched the Suburban, waiting for the inevitable complaint that would be coming. She just couldn’t endure being seen, or worse—confronted—like this. Even if she lost her job because of this incident, let it at least be after she’d had a chance to steal away and clean herself up. And finish using the bathroom. She still had to go.
But to her great surprise and relief, the car simply turned on its windshield washers for a few seconds and then drove out. Lily watched it in stunned disbelief. Was she in the clear? She let out a laugh of respite from her pent-up anxiety, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and finishing with a tiny, pathetic sob of overtaxed emotions, several tears dripping down her cheeks once more.
Once she’d gotten a hold of herself, she looked down at her shorts and pulled the cuffs up to survey the damage, sending a cascade of droplets out over the tile floor as she did so. Since she’d been leaning forward when she peed, the wet stain was limited virtually exclusively to the front. If she could find some way of covering herself from the front, she could maybe sneak out with no one the wiser. If, though. It was the middle of summer, so she didn’t have any kind of jacket to try to use—not to mention it would look pretty strange to see someone with anything tied around their waist in the front instead of the back. Maybe she would have to call Angie and get her help.
What troubled her was not so much having to confess to Angie that she’d wet herself—heaven knew she was used to it enough by now. No, it was the disconcerting way in which she’d wet herself this time. She was more familiar than she liked with the humiliation that followed an accident, caused by having an accident. But in this case, the humiliation had come first…and then she’d peed herself. She’d heard about losing bladder control from excitement or laughing too hard, and she’d experienced a loss of control due to fright—most recently, just two months ago—but could other emotions do the same thing? Was it possible…was it conceivable…to literally pee your pants out of embarrassment?
That was a terrifying concept. If it were true, it could basically relegate her to a vicious cycle: as soon as the idea of needing to pee entered her head, it would make her think of when she had had to go worse, which would make it harder to hold, which would remind her of wetting her pants, which would make her have to go even more, which would bring to mind the shame of having an accident—and then she would have an accident.
In response to these panicked ideas flashing through her mind, Lily could feel her bladder tightening again, and she knew she had to hurry up and get Angie’s help to get out unnoticed. Peeking back through the window, she still couldn’t see her anywhere, though she did see the line of cars—up to four now—undoubtedly getting increasingly impatient. Going out the way she came in was a no-no.
Turning her head the other direction, she weighed her options. Mr. Armstrong was probably in his office, and she definitely didn’t want him to see her like this. The only other choice was the maintenance room. Normally, she and Angelica weren’t allowed in there without Mr. Armstrong’s supervision, but right now it was the best choice she had. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, ready to call Angelica, and stealthily twisted the doorknob, careful not to make any noise.
Just then, a voice from off to her side made her yelp and jump nearly out of her skin. Like a ghostly apparition manifesting itself out of nowhere, Mr. Armstrong was suddenly there, looking at her inquisitively. His question was innocuous enough; just a simple “Lily? What are you doing?” It held no undertones of accusation or anger, only simple, straightforward curiosity. Nevertheless, it was enough to make her heartrate shoot up and a surge of adrenaline send prickly sensations all down her spine. She hurriedly dropped her hand from the door and faced him, her expression full of surprise, guilt, chagrin, and fear. Her breathing had also quickened, and as Mr. Armstrong’s question hung in the air, the only sounds Lily could hear were her own nervous respirations, themselves nearly drowned out by the thumping of her heart in her eardrums.
Mr. Armstrong’s questioning gaze roved from her face to the maintenance room door, and then from the door to Lily’s shorts. She could see him raise his eyebrows slightly as he took in the obvious wetness over her crotch, and, if he looked closely enough, doubtless still on her legs. Lily could feel her bladder muscles constricting again as her face once more flushed. A small jocular smile appeared on Mr. Armstrong’s lips as he reestablished eye contact with her and asked, his voice congenial, “Did ya, uh, did ya have a little accident out there?” He chuckled, and Lily forced out a nervous chuckle also. She hoped—she hoped desperately—that he assumed she had merely gotten water splashed on her. In a car wash, surely that was the most reasonable conclusion.
But then, with a haunting dismay, she remembered the car she had peed on. Yes, they had driven away now, but what if they called in to complain later? Even if they didn’t, they would never forget the time that the girl at the car wash had wet her pants on their hood. And now—now she was standing right in front of her boss with those same wet clothes. A shiver, only half of cold, went through her. Even if he didn’t connect the dots, it didn’t change the fact that the evidence of her incontinence was staring him right in the face. She wanted to run away, to vanish, but she had nowhere to go. While Mr. Armstrong was standing here in the hallway, the maintenance room was off-limits, and the only other choice was to go back out to the line of cars—at least some of which had probably also seen her pee herself. She was rooted to the spot in anxiety, her legs shaking and her pee swelling up inside her.
Both Mr. Armstrong’s chuckle and Lily’s reciprocation had died down, leaving only an awkward silence in which he watched her in slightly uncomfortable confusion and she gaped back in fearful discomfiture. As she stared in timid apprehension, wishing he would go back to his office, she could suddenly hear, over the buzz of the fluorescent lights and the muffled outside noises, a faint tic…tic…tic tic tic tic. Before she could place what the noise was, however, she saw a change come over Mr. Armstrong’s face. His expression suddenly became one of unnerved sensibility and his eyes dropped to Lily’s legs again. Lily followed suit, looking down at herself also, and gasped.
The wetness on her thighs had been refreshed into a shiny black stain directly under her crotch and extending down her left leg. Evidently, without even feeling it, she had been leaking into her shorts, which were now dripping her urine down from her left cuff onto the tile floor, where it made little audible splashes over her tennis shoes as it formed a miniature puddle.
Lily was aghast and her face was ashen as she raised it back toward Mr. Armstrong. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were wide with shock. She tried to swallow, tried to form words, to find something to say that would explain this all away and take that look of combined uneasiness, disgust, and pity off his face. She began to speak.
“I—”
Her voice cracked and failed. He looked her in the eye, and she could feel all the humiliation rushing over her once more.
“I—I—”
But no words came, and she felt ready to be swallowed up in indelible ignominy. Her face went hot with shame, and so did her underwear as she lost all control again.
She stood there, jaw slack and face white, as the sheer embarrassment caused her to wet her pants a second time. She was frozen, unable to move, as her pee flooded swelteringly into her panties, reheating them before continuing out through her shorts. Now that she was standing straight, she could feel her urine go up in the back, the calefaction spreading out under her butt and up in the middle. It also trickled down her legs beneath her rear end, soaking into her socks again and pooling around her feet. Separate streams broke off from between her thighs and off her calves as well, splattering noisily into the puddle and making it grow around her tennis shoes. Lily looked down at the mess she was making, brushing her hair out of her face, and then covered her face with her hands. She kept wetting for about twelve seconds, the sensation of her pee flowing down her quivering legs and splashing on the floor seeming to stretch the time out interminably. At last, trembling with stunned disgrace, she was empty, the final feeble spurts making the remaining few drops dribble down into her puddle, which was now close to two feet wide.
Lily didn’t want to move her hands, didn’t want to look at Mr. Armstrong…or be looked at by him. She couldn’t believe she had just peed herself right in front of her boss. While not the first time she had had an accident in front of someone, it was made so much worse by the fact that she was now, for all intents and purposes, an adult. She was too old to not be able to control her bladder. How would he react? Would he fire her, having learned now what he didn’t know when he’d hired her: that this decently self-confident young woman, the top of her class, had apparently never been properly potty trained? Or if he didn’t let her go, how could she face him again after this?
Her miserable internal despondency was interrupted by Mr. Armstrong’s voice, sounding almost as uncomfortable as she was. “Oh…oh dear. Well. Um, well. I suppose maybe you ought to head home to change. And…why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the day off.” Lily dejectedly uncovered her face, sniffled, and pushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Still not making eye contact, she nodded and shifted her leg, making a squish and sending a new fusillade of drops to the ground.
Mr. Armstrong cleared his throat. “But this will need to be cleaned up first. There’s a mop and bucket in the maintenance room. Just…get enough up so no one will slip.” Then, before Lily could even react, the sound of the phone ringing from inside his office drew him away and he was gone. She wanted to object, wanted to protest the humiliation of being made to mop up her own pee puddle—but in reality, what would she say? So she was an adult now, was she? That meant taking responsibility, including cleaning up her own messes—in this case, literally. Slipping into the maintenance room, she tried to move carefully to keep her fast-cooling wet clothes from dripping any more. Before getting the mop and bucket, though, she turned on her phone screen again to text Angelica to explain what happened and ask if she could take the car to drive home. Then, without waiting for a reply, she grabbed what she needed, took a deep breath, and set to her task.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time Angelica returned, Lily had finished cleaning up the floor as best she could and was waiting bashfully in the maintenance room. The line of cars had become increasingly impatient, and the one in the front and the one in the back had both given up and left. Angelica was greeted by the sight of Mr. Armstrong, wearing his button-down shirt and dress pants, busily working away at the hood of the Ford Focus now in the front. As soon as he caught her in his peripheral vision, he straightened up, stretched his back with a grimace, wiped his forehead, and called out to her. “Angelica! Good, you’re back. We’re a little backed up here. Can you take over?” Then, without waiting for her to ask any questions, he dropped his voice. “I let Lily off for the rest of the day. She…um, had a little…accident, I’m afraid. So if I can’t get a technician out here to fix the system, we’ll probably have to close the wash early, since we can’t keep up with the work like this. I’m sorry.”
Angelica nodded and gave a slightly somber smile. She held her phone up. “Yeah, Lily told me. I just need to give her the car key so she can go home.”
Mr. Armstrong breathed a sigh and turned a little red, evidently relieved by not having to tiptoe around what had really happened. The whole front of his shirt was damp with exertion, and he took off his glasses to draw an arm across his face. “I need to go back to trying to get find someone to come out here. Just let me know if you need anything.” He handed her the sponge he had been working with and used a hand to stretch his back again before retreating into the side door again. Angelica gave a quick “I’ll be right back” hand gesture to the driver of the car and then followed.
She knocked lightly on the maintenance door. “Lil? It’s me.” A moment later, the door cracked open and she could see Lily’s glum face peering out. To the questioning gaze, Angelica replied gently, “Mr. Armstrong’s in his office. It’s just me.”
Lily dispiritedly swung the door open all the way, letting Angelica see the extent of her accident. The entire front of her shorts was dark with urine in a wide radius around her crotch and down to the cuffs. There was no hiding what had happened.
“Here, maybe if you carry something in front of you and I walk directly behind you, we can keep this from being seen. I’ll put a trash bag down on my car seat.” Angelica was in her problem-solving mode, assessing the status of Lily’s clothes without the least bit of shock. Lily had peed herself enough times in front of her—they had both peed themselves enough times in front of each other—that it didn’t faze her anymore. On the one hand, this even-keeled response was invaluable in her friendship with Lily, but on the other hand, it occasionally made her forget what it was like for her. Now, as she got no response, she looked full in Lily’s face. The bashful dejection written there snapped her back to the reality of the situation, that her best friend needed a friend right now, not a life coach. Her features softening, she moved in to give Lily a hug, leaning in to avoid touching her wet clothes.
Pulling out of the hug, Angelica handed the car key to Lily. “Here you go. Just make sure to come pick me up at the end of the shift, unless I call you earlier. Mr. Armstrong thinks we may have to close early today.”
Lily nodded in understanding. “Sure thing, Angie.” Then she blew out a long breath and ran her hands through her hair. A small smile chanced its way onto her face. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Lil! Come on, you’d do the same for me. We’re here for each other.”
It took a few minutes for them to arrange a system that blocked the view of Lily’s shorts. In the end, Lily walked out carrying a box of paper towels conveniently in front of her groin, and Angelica followed close behind with a box of cleaner. They walked out as casually as they could manage, Angelica giving a conciliatory expression at the driver, who had thrown up his hands at her in restless irritation. As soon as they could, they got Lily set up discreetly in the car. Angelica then jogged back inside, wanting to keep the cars from waiting any longer. A tingle in her bladder indicated that she would need to get a bathroom break herself at some point. Ordering the large soft drink with her lunch meal had probably been overdoing it. Still, it would have to wait.
~*~*~*~*~
An hour later, Angelica was sorely regretting her decision. Even with the “Hand Wash Only” sign in front, enough cars were coming in to keep her occupied non-stop with no opportunity to step away. Mr. Armstrong, meanwhile, was busy contacting anyone and everyone he could who might be able to come and service their computer system, so he couldn’t cover for her. As the red Toyota Corolla exited the car wash, she stepped to the side to refill her soap bucket, stretching her aching back from side to side in the process. If only she could do something about her aching bladder.
Of course, the fact that Lily had already wet her shorts was weighing heavily on her mind at this point. Yes, because of Lily’s condition, she was more prone to incontinence. Nevertheless, there had been multiple inexplicable incidents where the two had both had accidents, and it was putting Angelica on higher alert. She was determined for today not to be one of those times. As such, she was keeping careful tabs on her urgency level, resolved that as soon as it got high enough, she would just tell Mr. Armstrong she was going to use the bathroom. Better safe than sorry.
The only problem, naturally, with paying such close attention to her bladder was that she was unable to ignore the signals it gave off as all the Canada Dry she’d had over lunch was now making its way through her. Stepping up to the white Chevy Impala that had rolled up, she could feel the liquid weighing heavily in her lower abdomen. Clenching her jaw and wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, she started scouring away at the dirt highlighted clearly against the white paint. This was the fourth car she’d had to wash since lunch, and all her muscles were protesting. Reaching out over the middle of the hood, she wondered what time it was. She didn’t have a chance to pull out her phone while her hands were constantly dripping with soap suds.
As she was working the sponge back and forth, trying to be as thorough as she could, she cast a weary look back toward the door that led to the office hall. She had hoped that Mr. Armstrong would have an answer by now as to whether someone would be coming or not. The interminable hand washing, with no breaks and very little breeze to move the torpidly humid air inside the car wash, and especially her growing need to pee, were all chipping away at her vigor. Her hand motions were slowing down, and she paused for a moment to switch hands before resuming.
Just then, as if in response to her longsuffering lassitude, the door to the office opened and Mr. Armstrong stepped out. His face bore an optimistic expression, and Angelica smiled tiredly on one side of her mouth as she faced him. He spoke. “Good news! I was able to get someone to come today and fix the sensor array.”
Angelica nodded gladly, letting out a relieved sigh. “Oh, wonderful. I don’t think I could keep up with cleaning all these cars on my own.”
Mr. Armstrong’s brow furrowed in sympathy. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that. But here, he should be here in about half an hour, so let me help you with washing until he gets here.”
Angelica smiled in gratitude. She didn’t think most bosses at jobs like this would be so caring toward their employees. “Thank you.” He nodded in response before taking over cleaning the car roof. Now with the workforce doubled, the job didn’t seem quite so daunting.
Of course, with her workload alleviated, Angelica considered asking for a break to alleviate her bladder as well. She paused, opened her mouth to ask, then closed it again, reconsidering. The technician would be here in half an hour, right? Probably once he came, there couldn’t be any cars inside the wash corridor, so she would get a break from this. That would be fine. She would just hold it until then. Even now, as they wrapped up the washing of the Impala and she began rinsing, she witnessed Mr. Armstrong walk down toward the entrance to pull a chain across, not allowing any more vehicles to enter. After the Impala there were another three cars. That should be enough work for the next thirty minutes.
She hosed down the Chevy thoroughly, cheerful about the news and also trying to keep her mind off her growing need to pee. She told herself that thirty minutes would be just fine, no problem at all. If only she didn’t have to go as much as she did right now—and if only her job didn’t involve constant flowing water. As she adjusted the hose in her hands, she tried to dissociate the act of rinsing from the reality of rushing liquid, complete with the noises of splashing and dripping. As they moved on to the next car, she briefly paused to lift up one leg, then the other. Attempting to block out the various sights and sounds of water required her to lose herself in her thoughts, but it was difficult to think about anything other than finding a bathroom. Especially considering what had happened to Lily.
Angelica stopped and shook her head to clear it. She couldn’t keep letting her thoughts dwell on that! Sure, she needed to pee, but she could hold it until a break came. And if she began to enter the danger zone, she would go sooner. Right now, though, she would hold it. She couldn’t go through life constantly afraid of having an accident. She needed to be able to will herself into control, mind over matter. She needed to keep these incidents from continuing—instances like the one two months prior.
The memories of that night drifted back to her. She and Brian had finally been able to share their feelings for each other, and now they were boyfriend and girlfriend. What Brian didn’t know, though—at least, Angelica hoped he didn’t know—was that she had wet herself when they had gone in for their first kiss. Now, two months into their relationship, she had never let on about that accident or any of the others that she had had, besides the one he had witnessed years before. Deep down, she felt that it was inevitable that she would have to confess her periodical incontinences to him, especially if they continued. Which is why they couldn’t continue. She didn’t want to imagine what his response would be.
Without her even realizing it, these turbulent musings had been unconsciously successful in distracting her, and before she noticed, she was refilling the soap bucket to finish washing the last car. Good! Relief was in sight. The promise of soon deliverance from the pain in her lower abdomen made her muscles tense up, and she had to drop to a crouch as she filled the bucket again, breathing evenly to stay in control. She clenched, crossing one leg over the other, until the wave had passed. Okay, she should really go find a restroom now. But she was nearly done! She simply had to wrap up this one final car, and then she would be free.
When she returned to the car, she could see that Mr. Armstrong was standing by the entryway, talking to someone. Apparently the technician had arrived. That was good. Once he went to work, she would probably have to be out of the way, and she would promptly cross the street and empty herself at the Taco Bell there. She stepped quickly back over to the car and began vigorously scrubbing at the trunk, revitalized by being so close to relief.
Just then, though, she heard a voice she didn’t expect call her name. In surprise, she spun her head around to see the speaker. There, standing next to Mr. Armstrong and approaching, stood not one technician, but two. The first was a man probably in his late fifties, presumably the lead technician. But next to him was a much younger man, ostensibly one who was learning the trade. Not just any young man, either. One with familiar auburn hair, bright eyes, and plucky smile. It was Brian.
Angelica’s eyes lit up upon seeing her boyfriend. It clicked now—he was currently doing his apprenticeship to be an electrician—but it still hadn’t crossed her mind that he might be one of the people Mr. Armstrong would contact. “Brian! Hey!” As he strode forward to give her a hug, she giggled as she had to be careful not to touch her soapy hands to his shirt. He squeezed her tightly, and she gritted her teeth against the sudden new pressure on her bladder. Finally he pulled away, still grinning boyishly.
Angelica was smiling broadly on one side. “I didn’t expect to see you today.” She rocked on her feet in a way that she hoped looked coquettish.
“I know, me neither. I didn’t piece it together until we were driving out here that this might be the car wash that you worked at. I texted you to ask about it.”
Angelica held up her wet hands. “Yeah, I haven’t exactly been able to check my phone.”
Both of them laughed, and Brian’s eyes twinkled. “Hey, since I’m here now, what do you say you and me go out for ice cream after we’re done?” Before she could answer, he turned his head in response to his boss calling his name. “I’ve got to go now. Go out after?” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.
“Sure, that sounds fun!” Angelica called after him. He pointed both hands at her in confirmation before slow-jogging over to where the head technician stood with Mr. Armstrong.
Angelica returned to working on this, the last car to wash, with a newfound pep and a smile on her face. What a nice surprise, and what better way to finish the day than with a surprise date with Brian. It was almost enough to take her mind off the pain in her abdomen. Almost, but not quite. She really had to go.
Finishing the last of the scrubbing, she hurriedly dumped out her soap bucket and shook her hands to rid them of the suds still clinging to them. She grabbed the hose and began rinsing the car off. It was just this and then a final window wash, and she would be free to go use the bathroom.
As she worked, she periodically glanced back over at Brian. He looked so handsome and manly, talking through the different electronic components with his boss like a true professional. His hair, his eyes, the look of concentration on his face as he nodded in understanding, the way he was leaning on the wall next to the lead technician—oh, she could just watch him and never stop. She giggled to herself as it hit her once again that he was her boyfriend. It still hadn’t fully sunken in, and she hoped that it never would. Even now, just thinking about it gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Unfortunately, the fluttery feeling was not limited to her stomach. Down in her bladder, swollen as it now was from her large drink over lunch, twitching, pulsing sensations were prickling. Using a hose wasn’t particularly helping, either. Crossing one leg over the other, she tried to focus, focus on finishing up, then she could go and just pee.
It also wasn’t helping her situation that Brian was here. Of course, she was exuberant at his unexpected arrival and wouldn’t change that…but at the same time, she thought of her earlier inner turmoil at the possibility of having to confess her accidents to him, and how right after that, he had arrived. What did it mean? She had wet her pants the first time they had been alone together, and then again when they solidified their relationship two months ago. What made it even more ominous was the fact that she had come close to peeing herself that day, but didn’t, before he met up with her; and then afterwards she did pee herself. She didn’t, he arrived, and then she did. Not to mention her experience last year at the amusement park—one that involved the bizarre connection between wetting herself, sexual attraction to Brian, and getting spanked—which she still hadn’t fully sorted out in her head and preferred not to think about.
All these thoughts now were only making her condition worse. As she used the hose for the last of the rinsing, she paused to briefly bend over, waiting for the wave of desperate pain to pass. Blushing a little, she glanced over to make sure Brian hadn’t seen her. Thankfully, he was still occupied with his own work. Man, this was getting bad. She almost wished she weren’t almost done. It would at least make more sense to ask for a break in the middle of work than when there couldn’t be more than two minutes left.
Taking a deep breath and giving her body a little shake, Angelica resolutely grabbed the squeegee and took to working down the windshield. Her strokes were rapid and forceful, allowing no second-guessing or attention to detail. It didn’t matter at this point. The only thing that mattered was getting done with this so she could go pee!
Stroke, stroke, stroke, dip, squeeze—the seconds ticked by as tingling needles went through her bladder. Almost done. She was almost done. She was going to make it. She wasn’t going to have another accident in front of Brian!
Windshield done, now rear window. Rear window done, now side windows...she had to bob down and up, lifting one leg up behind the other…wipe away the water…her muscles were all taut, all down into her legs…and then she was done! At last!
As the car drove slowly forward to exit the car wash, Angelica quickly stowed the squeegee and bucket back in their place off to the side. Then, in as dignified a manner as she could, she straightened herself up and walked briskly over to where the three men were standing. As she approached, Brian looked up and smiled at her again. She returned it, brushing a strand of brown hair behind her ear, and doing her best not to look like she needed to pee as badly as she did.
She cleared her throat. “Mr. Armstrong? That was the last car.”
Mr. Armstrong looked up with a face of tired satisfaction. “Ah, great. Thank you so much, Angelica. I know today wasn’t a normal day, what with…everything that happened. You can head home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” His attention was drawn away again by the technician.
Angelica nodded and turned. She didn’t know how much longer Brian would be, or any of the details of their date tonight, but those could all wait. Right now priority number one was going number one. The Taco Bell bathroom was calling out to her, promising near relief. She stepped mincingly back the way she came, toward the exit. Her leg muscles were tensed up all the way down into the arches of her feet, and she put her weight on the balls of her feet as she walked. Her urine was as heavy as liquid gold inside her, and all that mass was bearing down, down, down on her overtaxed sphincter. She sucked in a deep breath as the ache of her bladder once more mounted, hovered, and descended. She wanted to move faster, but it was difficult to walk quickly when her butt was clenched as tightly as it was.
As she strode down the now-empty car lane she felt a sudden jab of pain in her right foot. Something had gotten inside her shoe, forcing her to hobble to a stop. Irritated at the unwelcome interruption, she shuffled haltingly toward the railing separating the car lane from the maintenance walkway. Coming to a stop next to one of the main roller brushes, she used the railing for balance while she pulled off her tennis shoe and inverted it, banging the sole to dislodge whatever was inside. A small concrete pebble dropped out, and, satisfied and increasingly desperate, Angelica reached down to put on her shoe again.
Just then, though, a mechanical whir, deafening in the otherwise placid tunnel, boomed out, resonating in the air. Angelica jumped, startled by the machinery evidently coming back to life. Unfortunately, the abrupt roar momentarily jerked her out of her precarious state of bladder control, and a one-second spurt of pee slipped past her defenses and out into her underwear. She gasped, grabbing her crotch and crossing one leg over the other to make sure no more escaped. Then, with a blush, she turned back toward where Brian was standing next to his boss and a very pleased-looking Mr. Armstrong to make sure no one had seen her. Uncrossing her legs, she pulled her hand out from between her thighs and checked to see the damage. There was a minuscule dark spot, right at the center of her crotch, but it was minimal. As long as she made it the rest of the way to the toilet without incident, most likely nobody would notice.
However, with the noise all around her and her attention fixed on her shorts, she was oblivious to the shouts of warning coming from the other end of the car wash, and oblivious as well to the motorized whine as the roller brush to her right revved to life. Already its flat, leather-like synthetic rubber bristles were too close for comfort, but this particular brush ought to have been replaced a long time ago. About two thirds of the way down, where the brush would normally slather a mixture of cleaning chemicals and water against the side mirrors, repeated use had left several of the strands partially detached and hanging loosely and limply several feet lower than the rest. Now, though, as the motor suddenly spun up with a loud whoosh, those elongated strips found themselves swinging out and lining up at the perfect height—not of a car door, but of Angelica’s rear end.
She let out a shriek as the rubber slapped across her cheeks, knocking her forward, where she slammed against the walkway railing. The force of the impact caused another jet of urine to leak out, but she didn’t even have a chance to react to it, since before she could even move, the errant bristles swung around again, smacking her across the backside once more. She was pinned, unable to move, unable to escape, her bladder still on the verge of exploding. The roller brush was rapidly gaining momentum, however, and the rubber struck out again, then again, faster and faster.
Smack…smack…smack…smack…smack—the brush continued its beating, the synthetic material mercilessly chastising her bottom. The skin on the backs of her thighs was by now bright red where visible, and still the punishment continued. Her entire rear was on fire with smarting pain, her bladder throbbing with pain of a different kind. Over the din of the machinery and her own cries of agony, she could hear Brian’s voice, now much closer behind her, shouting her name in distress, fear in his voice. She half turned her head, but she couldn’t see him or turn any more. Still, she could tell he was as close as he could get safely.
Knowing that Brian was right there brought a small morsel of comfort to Angelica’s otherwise-panicked brain. As long as he was there, surely he would be able to get her out of this. However, that part of her mind was massively overshadowed by the realization that he had a clear view of her butt as she was pinned there, with its muscles tight and her legs open, as the machine delivered its brutal spanking. And on top of it, she was about to burst. Her cheeks were hot and red with embarrassment, and her other cheeks were hot and red for an entirely different reason.
But then, receiving this corporal punishment brought back to the surface what had happened at the amusement park close to exactly one year before. She had climaxed—twice—and then peed her pants—twice—and both times she had imagined what it would be like if she were spanked by Brian. And now here she was, getting spanked—and here Brian was, too, standing behind her. The pain in her bottom began to take on a strange new sensation, as though her pain receptors were overlapping with the pleasure parts of her brain and releasing a flood of endorphins. At this rate, that wasn’t the only flood they would be releasing, either…but Angelica could no longer help herself. Her breathing and heartrate quickened, her yelps of pain morphing into involuntary grunts reminiscent of her time on the roller coaster, and she found herself unconsciously bending at the waist and protruding her butt out into the path of the straps. Now that the skin was stretched more tightly across her rear end, the rubber strips stung even more severely as they waled her buttocks and thighs, and the pain was mounting more and more…and close by, in the front, the pain in her bladder was also mounting, about to break…and right in between the two was that special place, untouched for a year, now being galvanized back into life, ecstatic, electric pleasure swelling up in it…
…and Brian was standing right there…
Angelica screamed and wet her pants. All the pent-up urine, trapped for hours and begging for release, escaped in jubilant freedom. It sprayed forcefully into her panties, saturating them immediately in warm, sizzling moistness. A second later, the wetness blossomed on her shorts also, spreading out underneath her right butt cheek. She stood there, breathless and shaking, as the dark and shiny stain extended down her leg, meeting the cuff of her shorts and spilling off her shaking leg to puddle on the concrete. Her face was deeply flushed, and her grunts were now becoming panting moans as her hot pee flooded her underwear, the heat only serving to further fuel her waxing sexual excitement.
As more and more urine pumped out of her, the wet spot on her shorts extended down her left leg as well and continued expanding broadly underneath her butt. The glistening sheen was now transforming the smack of the rubber strands into a sharp splat sound, each recurrent blow sending a flourish of sparkling golden droplets scattering as it connected with the sodden material of Angelica’s shorts. Still gripping the railing with white knuckles, she dropped her head, gasping for breath, and watched as the darkness grew across the front of her crotch as well, expanding inexorably outwards down her thighs and shooting out in a stream over the floor. The sheer bliss of relieving herself, the warmth surrounding her genitalia, and the feeling as if Brian were putting her over his knee all built together towards a mounting orgasm. Even the embarrassment of him standing right there witnessing her accident was somehow only turning her on more. As slap after slap sent showers of coruscating pee drops flying every which way, sprinkling and tinkling over the floor like a Jackson Pollock of humiliation, the wave finally crested. Angelica screamed again, a throaty outburst of sheer carnal euphoria, as she climaxed. Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the railing, supported only by her arms. The pulses of pleasure coursed through her body, amplified by the fact that she was still peeing. Her underwear felt not only wet but also slippery, as more than just urine had been expelled into them.
By now, the technician had been able to kill the power to the system, and the brush began slowly spinning down. The swats against her grew weaker and weaker until dying away altogether. Her pee trickled to a stop, though she wasn’t empty yet, the last vestiges of it snaking down her trembling calves and soaking her ankle socks and tennis shoes. Drips from her crotch and cuffs plip plip plipped into the puddle around her feet, which was by now about three feet wide. Angelica herself was also coming down from her high, her breathing still labored and hoarse. It felt as though all the tension in her entire body was dissipating, and she no longer had the strength to hold herself up. She collapsed onto her knees and began falling backwards when she felt Brian’s strong arms suddenly there, keeping her from falling.
Her head lolled to the side and beheld Brian’s face, full of fear and worry, searching hers, making sure she was all right. In the aftermath of her orgasm, it was the handsomest thing she had ever seen. Her face was still warm with an erotic flush and her eyelids were drooping with dreamy languor. If she had had the energy, she would have kissed him.
But right then, her rear end sank onto her feet, and the angry red marks left by the rubber paddling sent out a rush of fiery stinging pain. She yelped, jerked forward, and grabbed her poor smarting butt with her hands, trying to soothe away the flaming temper of where she had been cruelly chastised. The newfound stab of pain made all her muscles tighten, like electrical wires in frog legs, and as she leaned forward on her knees, hands on her bottom and Brian’s arms around her, her bladder seized up and she started peeing in her pants again.
The pee refreshed the tepid moistness into hot wetness, and she felt as her panties became heavy again and the liquid spread itself down the insides of her thighs once more before spilling out of her shorts to puddle around her knees. She didn’t move, didn’t try to stop, didn’t try to fight the course of Nature. Instead, she merely stayed on her knees, holding her behind, as she emptied herself of every last drop inside her. At last, once she was done, she still didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She stayed stock still, facing forward, only breathing heavily and occasionally wincing from the needles of pain in her still-sensitive backside. Brian didn’t say anything either, but she could tell from how he was moving next to her that he was giving some kind of hand gestures to the other two, and since they were staying at the other end of the car wash, she gathered that he was apparently motioning for them to stay where they were. Angelica was grateful at his attempt to protect her dignity, but she couldn’t be sure that they hadn’t seen her accident anyway. She also felt an impenetrable labyrinth of convoluted emotions about Brian being here right now. On the one hand, of course, she wished she could just disappear. This was now the third time she had wet herself in front of him, though he hadn’t been aware of the second time, and it was worse even than the first time. One accident could be chalked up to a freak occurrence, but two? How could she ever explain this to him?
And yet…on the other hand, she felt at peace. Partly, no doubt, because they were now officially a couple, and she didn’t have to worry so much about what he thought about her. And the other part—could she even make sense of it? Ever since she had met Lily, she had begun to have periodic accidents, though always when Lily did, today being no exception. But it hadn’t been until peeing her pants at the amusement park the year before that her accidents had taken on a different feel, one connected inextricably to Brian. No, that wasn’t quite right. It had been before that, when she had first seen him again at Brenda Davis’s house. In a way she couldn’t even make sense of herself, if wetting herself apart from Lily felt wrong, wetting herself in front of Brian almost felt right. She remembered reading somewhere that friends sit next to each other, and lovers sit facing each other. Likewise, Lily, as her friend, was by her side to share the experience with her; but Brian, as her boyfriend, was in front of her to witness it.
Still, while this peculiar new tranquility was all well and good in theory, right here and now she was still in sopping clothes and kneeling in her own puddle. She could feel Brian gently pulling her to her feet, and she managed to get up with only minimal complaints from her rear end. As she got her feet underneath herself again, a final spray of droplets was released down into the puddle, with a rivulet or two also snaking down her legs.
Brian delicately pulled her into a hug. “Are you okay, Angie? Do you need me to drive you home?”
Angelica took a deep breath and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear from where it had been matted onto her sweaty face, then nodded. Without turning back even to explain himself to his boss, Brian walked her to the exit and to the strip mall’s parking lot. Once there, though, he put a hand on his face in defeated realization and let out a “Crap.”
Angelica faced him. “What’s wrong?”
Brian sighed deeply, the sound of someone trying in vain to fix something they broke. “I forgot that we drove here in the company van. I don’t have any way of getting you home.” His voice sounded so sympathetic that Angelica almost wanted to cry.
“It’s okay, Brian. Trust me. I’ll call Lily, like I was going to do anyway. She’ll come and pick me up.”
Brian met her gaze, his eyes full of compassion. “Are you sure, Angie?”
She nodded, smiling affectionately on one side. Then, before he could argue, she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him.
He returned the kiss briefly, but then pulled back and turned to look back inside. “I, um, I should probably get back now.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’m guessing we won’t be going on that date tonight?”
Angelica swallowed. Why did that have to get ruined? “No, probably not.” Then, to keep the conversation from ending that way, she added, “Next week?”
Brian nodded and forced a smile. “Sure. Next week sounds good.” He began to back away, back into the car wash.
His face bore an expression that Angelica couldn’t place, but somehow it was filling her stomach with unease. Sure, she had discovered to her shock that she didn’t mind peeing herself in front of Brian, but there was no guarantee that he felt the same way. An emotion she couldn’t name was bearing down on her, and the next thing she knew, she blurted out, “I love you.”
Brian didn’t answer. He didn’t respond. In quite possibly the worst reaction he could have given, he merely stayed silent for a second or two before giving an almost imperceptible nod and a simple “I’ll see you later.” Then he turned away and strode back into the car wash, which now, in the clear afternoon daylight, looked dark and unfriendly.
Angelica’s stomach was tight as she pulled out her phone to call Lily and explain what happened. She was careful to omit the part about Brian being there, and about how he had seemed to grow cold toward her when saying goodbye. She was mainly afraid that if she tried to talk about it, she would start crying. She just couldn’t face that right now. For her part, Lily promised to be there as soon as she could, which meant close to half an hour of waiting.
Not wanting to see back inside the car wash, Angelica found a relatively secluded spot on the curb by the other side of the parking lot. Her butt now recovered enough for her to sit, there she sat, folding her arms over her lap to diminish the conspicuousness of her accident, and waited for Lily, all while trying to swallow the lump in her throat that wouldn’t go away.
~Aftermath~
The drive back home had a stiff and uncomfortable atmosphere to it. Lily had arrived in a new change of clothes and with the passenger seat covered with a trash bag and had seemed genial enough, but despite Angelica’s best attempts to act like nothing was wrong, their conversation never attained the degree of lively banter that it normally would. She also noticed that Lily kept giving her glances throughout the ride. Most likely she suspected that something was not quite right, but Angelica was desperately hoping that she would merely assume it was the embarrassment following an accident.
Since it was Angelica’s car, normally they would stop at Lily’s house first, and then Angelica would return to her own home. Today, though, she just wanted to get home and be by herself, in private, as soon as possible. She did her best to offer Lily the car for tonight in as nonchalant a way as possible, ostensibly so that they wouldn’t have to cover the driver’s seat as well, but based on the look Lily gave her in return, she knew that her feigned composure was being seen through. Still, Lily didn’t argue, and shortly thereafter dropped Angelica off.
Once at her own house, Angelica slipped inside undetected, then stole away to her room to strip down and change. The heaviness in her gut hadn’t abated, but she was coasting on pure momentum now. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, in the shower, that she was finally still enough for the dam to break. Her bottled-up angst broke free in a sob, which quickly devolved into painful, retching bawling of fearful anxiety. She curled up on the floor of the shower, not caring about the water splashing all over the side of her face, as she convulsed with dejected blubbering. She had been so happy. Everything with Brian had been like a dream come true. All her past instances that would have prevented her from being with him had disappeared in the wind, and they had actually become boyfriend and girlfriend—and best of all, he was the one who had initiated it. She had thought she had given him every reason to be scared off, but he hadn’t been.
But then, today, it had all fallen apart. After only two months of dating. Two months—was that even enough time to develop a mature relationship? For all she knew, the Angelica that Brian had fallen in love with was not who she was. She had never told him about her accidents, and he had probably assumed that the one he had witnessed was an isolated incident, like it would be for any normal person. Her worst fears were coming true. He really hadn’t known what he was getting into, dating her, and now he wanted out.
She wearily lifted herself up on one arm. Was that really true, though? He’d been compassionate enough after she’d wet herself, showing genuine concern—was his aloofness at the end simply him processing what had happened? She had no way of knowing what he was thinking…or what he was feeling. Then the words rang in her ears again: “I love you.” And he hadn’t said anything back.
The tears had stopped flowing, but only because she had run out. In her gut, she didn’t actually feel any better. She finished her shower, washing her face, and drank some water. Then she grabbed a packet of Pop-Tarts from the kitchen, retreated upstairs, changed into her pajamas, and locked the door.
The next morning, Angelica awoke feeling like garbage. She had slept very poorly, her sleep haunted by unsettling dreams, and the Pop-Tarts she had eaten without brushing her teeth had left a horrendous taste in her mouth. She checked her phone. It was later than she would normally get up, providing her not much more than enough time to get dressed and ready for Lily to pick her up. She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, hoping Lily had remembered to leave earlier than normal. She also saw, to her dismay, that there hadn’t been any texts from Brian. Granted, she hadn’t texted him either, but that didn’t make her feel less dejected.
As it turned out, Lily hadn’t quite gotten started early enough, and both girls ended up arriving close to thirty minutes late for work. Lily in particular seemed highly reticent to go back and face Mr. Armstrong, and Angelica had to try to encourage her, saying that everything would be okay. Actively trying to help her friend also lifted her own spirits, if only a little. Mainly, though, it gave her the courage she needed to face the day.
Once at work, Mr. Armstrong never mentioned the events of the previous day, other than when he called Angelica into his office to have her sign a form having to do with legal liabilities regarding her getting beaten by the roller brush. She was only half-listening, but signed without complaint or question. When she had gotten dressed that morning, she had examined her rear end to see that the welts were far less noticeable today and would most likely heal within a day or two. Other than that one encounter, Mr. Armstrong never once referenced the incidents that had taken place, though he did seem somewhat more awkward in his demeanor and was careful to ask how the girls were doing rather frequently. Lily, however, tried to make herself scarce whenever he came out. Evidently she didn’t want to have to face him just yet.
It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that a text came in from Brian, reading simply “I’m sorry I didn’t call you last night. Can we talk tonight?” Reading it sent butterflies all through Angelica, and she went through four or five iterations of a response before settling on “Of course! I get off at five.” She was afraid to say anything more, afraid to get her hopes up. There was still the very real possibility that he would be wanting to talk only to give some form or another of “it’s not you; it’s me.” Though it may very well be “actually it is you. What kind of person pees themselves that much?”
All Brian sent back was “Thanks. I’ll call you once you’re off.” The maddening ambiguity of his messages made it impossible to think of anything besides what their conversation might or might not be about, and the rest of the afternoon was passed in gnawing suspense as she tried to think of every possible thing he might say and how to handle it. It was like bracing yourself for the results of a medical test—until you knew what it would be like, you had no real idea of how to be ready for it.
The agonizing apprehension occupied her mind through all the rest of the day, making her unnaturally laconic towards Lily. When Lily asked what was wrong, Angelica felt she couldn’t tell her—not yet, not until she and Brian had their talk and something definite came out. Until then, trying to share with someone else, even her best friend, would only worsen the sick feeling in her gut. It was this state of not knowing, of uncertainty, that was the worst of all. So all she ended up saying was that she couldn’t talk about it right now because she was waiting for more information, but hopefully could tomorrow. It was an uncharacteristically aloof answer, but Lily didn’t push the issue.
On the drive back home after dropping off Lily, Angelica found her heart was beating harder with anticipation, and all her nerves were on edge. If only she knew whether the outcome of the call would be good or bad—this was worse than any “we need to talk” she had ever had from a parent or a teacher before. Her throat was tightening again, and she had to keep swallowing. She yawned nervously, trying to calm her nerves.
In addition to the other physiological effects, to her chagrin, her need to pee was also noticeably increasing. The drive only provided her with more time alone with her tumultuous thoughts and steadily filling bladder. Her plan had been to text Brian that she was available to talk as soon as she got home, but as the minutes passed, she knew that she would definitely have to go use the bathroom first. By now, she was bouncing in her seat, unable to quell the urge to go.
At long last, she pulled into the driveway of her home, unbuckling her seatbelt before she had even turned off the car. Her bladder was tensing up, intermittently contracting, and she was getting more and more desperate. Car in park, ignition off. She vigorously rubbed her thighs before opening the door.
Just then, though, her phone began buzzing with a phone call. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was Brian. Without any warning, her muscles seized up, and she had to hurriedly cross one leg over the other and bend over to keep from leaking. This was it. Her breaths were trembling with anxiety as she pushed the button to answer the call. “Hi, Brian.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the quaver out of her voice.
“Hi, Angie.” Brian’s voice was soft, but that was no consolation in and of itself. “Listen, I’m really sorry about taking this long to talk. I…I really should have called last night.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Angelica lied. Her voice by now was higher pitched than normal, and she had to do a walk in place and cross her legs to stay in control.
“Okay.” Silence. Angelica had to bite her lip, both to keep from letting her nervousness froth over into logorrhea or her urine spill out into her pants. Then Brian sighed and continued. “I guess I was just sorting through what happened yesterday. And…I guess I mainly wanted to ask, are you okay?”
Angelica bent into a crouch, trying to keep from leaking. “Uh, yeah,” she replied. At the moment, she was far from okay, but she knew what he meant. He didn’t realize just how strangely okay she really was with what had happened. All her angst had been due to wondering if he was okay with it.
“Are you sure? Because it really could’ve happened to anyone. I mean, I’m sure it was pretty terrifying for you.”
So, he thought she had peed herself from fear? Huh. Well, she certainly wasn’t about to correct him. That would be, if possible, even more embarrassing. Then realizing she hadn’t given any kind of answer, she stammered out, “I, uh, I mean, I mean yeah.” She used her free hand to give her crotch a squeeze.
Brian sighed again. Was he trying to work up the courage to ask her why she wet herself so much? Or worse—break up? Angelica stood back up, but with her hand still in between her thighs. If this went on much longer, she would end up wetting her pants again. Eventually, he spoke up, his voice lower. “When—when you said you loved me yesterday…did you mean it?”
Angelica was silent. Was this some sort of test? Some way of seeing if she really cared about him if she thought he was about to dump her? It wasn’t fair to ask a question like that, especially when she was about to totally soak herself. She stayed quiet, wishing it didn’t have to be this way, wishing that she could make Brian love her back just by the sheer force of desire. But she couldn’t. Nor could she act as though she didn’t really love him in a contemptible attempt at self-preservation. How did the quote go? “’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”? Finally, after a long pause during which she had to fight hard to keep her urine in check, she answered—a simple, barely audible “yes.”
Brian gave another sigh, this one sounding relieved. “It was after I realized that I couldn’t drive you home—I, I realized…that I was trying to fix it. And, like, I know, that’s what they say guys always try to do in relationships, but it’s not that—it’s more than that. And I just felt so bad.”
Angelica didn’t understand what he was trying to say, in part because of his half-formed statements, and in part because she was having trouble focusing on anything other than her tingling bladder. Her sphincter kept starting to loosen on its own accord, and she had to actively maintain a tight clench. She pushed her hair behind one ear and attempted to concentrate. “I’m sorry, Brian, I, I don’t understand…”
Brian kept talking, his pace quickening. “I realized that that time at the farm—I made you have an accident. It was my fault. I got us both lost so you couldn’t get to a bathroom. And then yesterday—yesterday it was the same thing. I was the one who powered everything up before making sure it was safe. And, and, Angie—Angie, I am so sorry. So, so sorry. It was my fault.”
Slowly, gloriously, it began settling in Angelica’s consciousness and heart the realization that all her fears had been misplaced. If she was understanding him right, Brian had been afraid that she would want to break up with him. The relief was so palpable that she actually laughed, despite her best efforts not to. All the misery of the previous night was lifting. The scent of hope was filling the garden of her soul once more.
Unfortunately, with that relief came relief of another kind. As it dawned on her that she had nothing to be afraid of, she momentarily let go of the iron grip she had on her bladder, and a one-second burst of urine sprayed out into her panties. She immediately grabbed her crotch again, staunching the flow, and started speed walking toward the house. She needed to find a way to wrap up this conversation, and fast. On the other end of the line, she heard a tentative “Angie?”
Angelica remembered that she hadn’t replied yet. Moving as quickly as she could with her hand in her groin, and trying to keep from both losing any more pee and from sounding like she was about to, she answered, “Oh, oh, Brian, no, no, it’s okay. It’s totally okay. I’m fine, and you don’t need to apologize. Or if you do, I forgive you. Really.” She was in the house by now and mounting the stairs.
Brian laughed also, the joyous sound of fears evaporating. “Oh, that is so good to hear. Oh, thank you, Angie. Thank you so much. I was afraid you would never forgive me. I couldn’t even sleep last night.”
Angelica giggled while scissoring her legs open and closed. “You couldn’t sleep? I was up most of the night. I was afraid I had scared you off and that you were gonna break up with me.” She was standing in front of the bathroom, needing only to finish this conversation so she could pee. Being so close to a toilet was only magnifying her need, though, and she had to double over again, hand in crotch.
Now it was Brian’s turn to laugh. “You—you thought I was going to break up with you? Oh, Angie, no! No, no, never. No, Angie, I love you.”
Those words—those magical, fantastical, miraculous words. She thought she may just melt. Or if not melt, then maybe drip. At the sound of her greatest hope filling her ears, her bladder again contracted, and another one-second jet of pee leaked out into her underwear, warming the area all around her private parts. Here Brian was apologizing for making her wet herself, not knowing that he was doing it again!
“Oh, Brian.” Angelica’s voice, though still high-pitched and tremulous, was gooier than before. “Oh, Brian, I love you too.” Another leak forced its way out, and she could feel the fabric under her hand growing warm and damp. She lifted up one leg, then the other. “And don’t blame yourself for the times I wet my pants. Really. Trust me, they haven’t all been because of you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. What she should have said was “they haven’t been all because of you,” meaning he hadn’t been the sole cause. What she had actually said instead let the cat out of the bag—and, as if on cue, something else was let out of somewhere else. The wetness began to extend out over her right thigh. She hoped that Brian wouldn’t notice the slip in her syntax.
Sadly, he was hanging on too closely to her every word for it to pass him by. “All? What do you mean, all? Were…there…other times?”
Angelica could feel her face turning red as her sphincter started releasing a trickle of hot urine out of her burning bladder. “Um, well, I mean, yeah,” was all she could manage in reply. She was still holding herself as tightly as she could, but her pee was beginning to slowly descend down her leg. She could feel it lazily flowing down her skin, followed shortly thereafter by the darkening of the denim. “Yeah, I’ve wet my pants different times. A lot of different times, honestly.” Talking about peeing herself was only making her current situation worse, and the trickle grew in strength, the wet spot now also spreading out under her hand onto her left thigh.
Brian was taken aback. “Wait, for real? You have?”
Angelica blushed harder. She couldn’t hold the truth or her urine in any longer. “Yeah. I’m—I’m actually—” She let out a grunt. “I’m actually wetting myself right now.”
The trickle turned into a full-fledged stream as she lost all power to hold back. Within seconds, both thighs were wet all over the front and the back, her pee separating into different channels on her right leg and creating an irregular patchwork stain. Her urine also poured directly through the saturated fabric of her panties and jeans, through the gaps in her fingers, and splattered straight down onto the carpet…not very far from where she had peed her pajamas on Halloween several years before, now that she thought about it.
When he spoke, Brian’s voice was incredulous. “What? Seriously? You’re joking, right?”
Angelica gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “No, I’m not joking. I had to pee but then you called as soon as I got home.” Her accident, caused more by heightened emotions than by excessive volume of urine, was coming to an end.
Brian’s tone was sympathetic. “Angie, you…you could’ve…you could’ve just told me…”
Angelica cut him off. “It’s okay, Brian. Really. As long as it stays just between you and me, I don’t mind. I really don’t.” The last drops were dripping from the inside of her right thigh. “Why do you think I even told you about having other accidents? It was bound to come out eventually.” She laughed to herself at the darkly humorous double meaning.
When Brian tried to interject again, Angelica adopted a gentler, more matriarchal tone. “Listen. Don’t worry about it. I won’t. I love you and can’t wait for our date next week, and that’s all that matters.”
Brian coughed lightly, as if to fill the gap where he couldn’t find words. Then he let out a breath and said, “Well, uh, I mean, okay. Just between us. Of course. I love you too, Angie. See you next week.”
Angelica smiled on one side and blew the sound of a kiss into the phone. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Now that the call was over, Angelica blew her bangs out of her eyes with a long, relieved exhalation. Everything was all right between her and Brian—and he told her he loved her. She would sleep like a baby tonight.
Of course, before anything else, she had to clean herself up. Thankfully, the relatively small quantity of urine she had peed meant there wasn’t much of a puddle to speak of. Good. She knew from experience that cleaning up carpet was a nightmare. As she retreated to her room to find some clean clothes, she mused over the new development of Brian knowing about her accidents and what the ramifications would mean. She supposed the topic would doubtless come up next week when they went out for ice cream.
And when payday came, Angelica and Lily found that they had both been paid overtime pay for a full shift on that day. |
Chapter 8 - Surgery
Specific tags: fear induced accident, bedwetting
The call was made in hurried, urgent tones. Lily did her best to keep her voice level and to keep from peeing her pants in sheer panic as she spoke. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep from spurting heavily and repeatedly into her panties before being able to hang up. By the time she could run to a bathroom, there was a clear dark wet patch spread out over her left thigh, and she had to take another minute to go pee and then change before rushing on her way.
It had begun when Lily was staying over at Angelica’s apartment for the weekend. She had finished up her first semester at the state university a good two and a half hours away, and the two of them were going to spend some time catching up before heading to their respective homes for Christmas break. All had gone well for the first day and a half, with the two friends falling right back into their natural groove after their time apart. Somehow it had seemed easier to stay connected when only Angelica was in college, probably because she had always been the more organized of the two. For her part, so far Lily was finding college definitely more challenging than high school, but not as much as she had expected from all the grim and dire admonitions given by her parents, Angelica, and various other well-meaning yet overbearing adults. Thankfully, this first semester was only preparatory general education, giving her a chance to settle in.
Getting to visit also gave Lily an opportunity to see Angelica’s apartment for the first time. It was tiny, as Angelica and her roommates were all university students working hard to get by, but Angelica preferred to think of it as cozy rather than cramped. Her own bedroom exemplified this, with its Ikea shelves laden with historical fiction filling the room with the charming scent of books, offset by the various aromas emanating from her row of houseplants along the windowsill. Even though the air mattress Lily slept on took up virtually all of the floor, it never felt too confined or claustrophobic.
The Friday evening was spent happily, talking late into the night about everything in their lives, with Lily asking teasing but good-natured questions about Angelica’s relationship with Brian. She had finally gotten to meet him close to the end of the summer, and now it was practically the first thing she asked about in any conversation with Angelica. Though the pointed interrogation made her blush, Angelica was all too happy to share. Brian was, as far as Lily could see, absolutely perfect for Angelica, and Angelica was increasingly convinced of the same. He was funny, handsome, and friendly; and more than that, he had hidden inside him a depth of compassion and insight, founded upon profound moral integrity. He was the one who initiated the conversation about the physical side of their relationship, in which he revealed to Angelica that he had made the deliberate choice years ago to save himself for marriage. It served only to deepen Angelica’s respect for him, and with it, her affection.
Lily had also seen his sensitive side when Angelica had told her about how the cat had come out of the bag concerning her pee accidents. When she heard about how Angelica had confessed these embarrassing incidents to Brian, she declared that it was her duty as best friend to make sure that Brian was also told of her share of incontinences. Thus their first meeting and his first impression of her were marked by an explanation of her sympathetic spastic bladder and the various times both best friends had ended up sharing in their wetness. If Brian had only been playing cool about Angelica’s accidents because he liked her, this meeting dispelled that idea. He was warm and cordial toward Lily, and when she spilled the beans about routinely wetting herself, he took it in stride, with nary even a nervous laugh to cover up discomfort. In fact, it was barely two weeks later that Lily actually did pee her pants in Brian’s presence, when the three of them were driving back from apple picking and she had laughed too hard at a joke while needing a bathroom. Brian’s even-tempered and sensitive response had been enough for Lily, as soon as she was alone with Angelica, to grab her by the shoulders and say, heedless of her own damp jeans, “You need to marry that man.” It had flustered Angelica a little bit at the time, even though she was the dry one, and the thought had never left her brain since.
Now, here they were, nearly four months later, and Angelica was able to regale Lily, much to her delight, with the myriad romantic details from dates, phone calls, and text messages. Lily soaked it all up with a glee befitting her status as best friend, continually rebuffing attempts made by a bashful Angelica to change the subject when she thought she had been rambling too long. Despite the seeming one-sidedness, though, Lily was able to share enough to reveal that college had been going well so far, her classes hadn’t been too bad, she’d made some new friends but no prospects for a boyfriend, and she had been accident-free the whole time. Wetting herself at work during the summer had been mortifying for her, as she was just about to enter college, until she found out that it was hardly an unusual occurrence for college students, especially if alcohol was involved. It was all the more reason for her to hold staunchly to her teetotaling commitment she had made the night of graduation.
After the two friends chatted late into the night of Friday, they both woke up the next morning at a leisurely hour (though Angelica, always the early riser, spent the morning reading G.A. Henty in bed rather than disturbing Lily). In the afternoon they went out to see a movie at the local mall’s theatre, followed by browsing the stores aimlessly.
That was when things began to go wrong.
It started when, after the film, Angelica became less talkative. She claimed she wasn’t feeling very well, but that it wasn’t bad enough for them to go home. Lily accepted this without too much concern until later, when Lily suggested they get dinner at the Little Caesar’s in the mall, and Angelica said she wasn’t hungry.
“Well, we don’t have to go to Little Caesar’s. Where do you feel like going?”
Angelica groaned. “Ugh, nowhere. I just don’t feel good. You can go wherever you want. I just won’t eat anything.”
Lily’s normally chipper face started to fall. She eyed Angelica carefully. “You feel that bad?”
Angelica closed her eyes. “I’ve had a stomachache since the movie, and it’s just been getting worse. Now I think I feel sick to my stomach too. If I tried to eat anything, it’d probably just come back up.”
“Whoa, Angie, that’s pretty bad. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling that bad?” When Angelica merely shrugged dejectedly and moaned again, Lily continued. “Do you think you ate something bad?”
“I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. And we both ate the same thing.”
Lily screwed up her face in worry. “I don’t know. Maybe yours was undercooked?” After a pause in which her not very conspicuously theoretical question received no answer, she put her hand on Angelica’s shoulder. “Do you want to just go back to your apartment?”
Angelica considered this for a moment before nodding. Lily, unused to being the caregiver in the relationship, did her best to distract Angelica with light chitchat and silly banter, anything she could think of to fill the dismal lack of conversation. By now, Angelica’s color was noticeably paler, and Lily took Angelica’s key to drive back to the apartment building. Adding to the fact that she was unfamiliar with the way back was the fact that it was dark by now, and the roads still held the threat of black ice. Lily didn’t have much experience driving in the snow, and on the way out it had been daylight.
Once back at the apartment, Angelica, who was growing more miserable by the minute, changed into her pajamas and went straight to bed. Lily felt her forehead, and though it felt warm, neither Angelica nor her roommates owned a thermometer, and Angelica said not to bother with going out to pick one up at this hour since all she wanted to do was sleep and not be bothered again later. Her roommates, Natasha and Katelyn, also both felt her head, and the uneasy consensus was that any fever she may have had was most likely mild enough to not be serious. Instead, she was provisioned with a glass of water, a Tylenol, and a puke bucket, just in case. All agreed it was probably a twenty-four-hour stomach bug, and Lily moved her mattress out into the living room to give Angelica a clear path to the bathroom—and to keep from catching it. Angelica then closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, and Lily, after conversing briefly with Natasha and Katelyn, decided to call it an early night herself as well.
Then, at a little after 2 a.m., things took a sudden nosedive.
Lily stirred fitfully in her sleep, her consciousness troubled in its murky hypnopompic state. Something had interrupted her slumber, but it took several seconds of gathering her bearings and remembering where she was for her to focus her mental faculties. She blinked, her dilated pupils making sense of her surroundings. Then she recalled that she was in Angie’s apartment, that she was in the living room of said apartment because Angie had been feeling sick last night, and that she had been stirred by a loud thump coming from the bathroom—louder than any falling towel or banging in water pipes ought to be. She sat bolt upright and quickly brushed her blonde bedhead out of her eyes. Rolling off the air mattress as delicately as one can, trying not to disturb anyone’s sleep (least of all Angelica’s), she quietly and carefully padded her way to the bathroom to investigate. Her socked feet barely registered against the hard wood of the floor, but she could do nothing to prevent the rheumatic creaks the old building uttered in protest of her weight, as skinny as she was.
Approaching the door, she noticed right away that the light was on, but the door was open. The peculiarity of this discovery caused her to quicken her steps, which were now surer in the increased light. She reached the door and cautiously used one hand to push it open all the way. As soon as she could see inside, she jumped and let out a shriek, a squirt of her full bed bladder jetting out into her white cotton panties.
There, lying in the middle of the bathroom floor as if dumped there like a sack of potatoes, her disheveled brown hair obscuring her face, was Angelica.
The following events all rushed by in a blur. Lily’s terrified cries awoke Katelyn, who in turn woke Natasha once she found out what had happened. Angelica came to and explained, through moans of pain, that she had gotten up to use the bathroom and must have fainted. Her stomach was hurting much worse now, and her face was bearing a perpetual grimace. One touch to her head confirmed that what may have been a mild fever the night before was by now a raging temperature, and her anguish-ridden face was flushed and diaphoretic.
Lily was helping Angelica sit up, having never left her side. By now, though, Natasha was up and Katelyn was busy throwing on a winter coat and boots.
“Here, help her up. I can take her to the emergency room.”
“Emergency room?” Lily’s voice was high and quavering. She had never been in a situation like this before.
Katelyn finished zipping up her coat. “Yeah. This doesn’t look like any ordinary stomach flu. We’d better go get her seen.” She leaned down towards Angelica. “Okay, Ange? We’re going to go to the emergency room. Can you stand?”
Angelica didn’t answer but merely nodded her head stiffly. With Lily on her one side, Katelyn moved to her other side to help her to her feet. She slowly rose, sucking in air through her teeth in agony as she did so. Once she was standing, Natasha appeared from where she had slipped off to unseen, bearing Angelica’s coat and boots.
Katelyn knelt down to help put the boots on. “Here, Angelica, lift your right foot. No, just stay standing. Don’t bend over. Lily, can you help support her? Good. Now the same with your left. Lily, just wrap the coat around her. Don’t bother with the sleeves.”
Once finished, she began to help Angelica walk painfully toward the door. “We should call your family to let them know what’s going on. What’s their number?”
Angelica started to raise her hand weakly toward Lily, who jumped in. “I’ll call them. I have their number. What’s the hospital we’re going to?”
“I’m going to take her to Trinity Presbyterian. You and Tasha should stay here for now. Call her family and let them know what’s going on first. Then, if you want to come, grab an outfit for each of us, and probably some food and books or something for the waiting room and come meet us. Or else I’ll just call Tasha once we hear something and then you can update her folks.” They were nearly to the door.
Lily nodded resolutely and swallowed. Opening the door for the two of them, she ran ahead to the staircase to help Angelica down. It was slow going, but after several minutes they had emerged into the frigid wintry night. The cold pierced through Lily’s flannel pajamas and her teeth chattered fiercely, but only half because of the cold. Their breath showed up in white billowy plumes in the frosty air, and her eyes were watering from the dryness. At least she thought that was the cause; she wasn’t sure.
Maneuvering Angelica into the passenger seat of Katelyn’s Kia was a painful process, but, once in, Katelyn started up the engine, undulating clouds of exhaust spewing out into the night as the car stirred to life in defiance of the bitter hibernal air. Without waiting for it to warm up, she turned on her headlights and backed out of her parking space before turning to drive off down the deserted road into the night.
Lily was left staring after them, hugging herself to stay warm, shivering intensely. The small wet spot on her panties now felt icy against her crotch, and she quickly turned and went back inside, sprinting up the steps and into the warmth of the apartment. She paused to catch her breath and gather her thoughts before finding her phone where she had left it plugged into the wall and hurriedly looking up Angelica’s mom’s number. As the connection was made and the phone began ringing, the adrenaline in her system started wearing off, and she shivered again. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening—or what might happen—came over her again. Something was wrong with Angie. And she didn’t know what.
That was why, as she recorded the voicemail message, her voice was still shaky and her bladder started constricting involuntarily. “Hi, hi, Mrs. Carpenter, hi. Hello, it’s, it’s me, Lily. Um, listen. Um, I’m here at Angelica’s apartment—” Squirt. She twitched and pushed up on her tiptoes, tightening her muscles to keep from losing control. “—and, well, uh, something’s happened.” Squiiirt. She gasped quietly and bent over slightly, grabbing her thigh with her free hand, trying not to lose any more or make it obvious to Natasha that she was about to. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Uh, um, Angelica, uh…she, uh…she’s sick. She, she has a fever, and, um—” Squiiiiiirt. By now her panties were sodden all around her private parts, and a quick glance down showed a small wet patch had appeared on her left thigh. She needed to finish and go pee, and fast. Her voice quickened. “—um, and, and a bad stomachache. So they’re, uh, they’re going to the—the hospital right now. It’s, um—” Squiiiiirt. This one was more of a protracted trickle, and Lily could feel the scalding heat expanding down her left thigh. A panicked glance downward confirmed this. “—um, Trinity Presbyterian. We’ll let you know as soon as we find out anything else.”
She pressed the End Call button, grabbing her thigh again and feeling the wet warmth press up against her skin. Then, her wet underwear squishing up in her groin as she did so, she hobbled into the bathroom to empty the rest of her bladder into the toilet before it emptied itself into her pajama pants.
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Thankfully, Natasha had seemed none the wiser to Lily’s predicament, and the two of them had thrown on some clothes, collected clothes for Katelyn and Angelica, and grabbed some breakfast bars. While gathering an outfit for Angelica, Lily picked up two books off her bookshelf and hoped that they were ones Angelica hadn’t read yet. She also spotted her cell phone and made sure to snatch it also. Most likely Brian would want to know what had happened as well.
Now, close to half an hour later, both young women found themselves pulling into the hospital’s parking lot. It was easy to pick out Katelyn’s car, since the lot was otherwise nearly empty. As Natasha put her car into park and turned off the engine, she and Lily exited into the cold night once more, shivering and hurrying to the emergency room’s automatic doors and the prospect of shelter. Once inside, Natasha approached the desk and explained why they were there. After a brief check in the computer, the receptionist directed them toward one of the ER nurses, who escorted them into the patient area. The bright lights, smells of isopropyl alcohol, and assorted beeps resounding from unfamiliar pieces of equipment all made Lily’s stomach churn uneasily. Hospitals creeped her out. Even though it was much warmer indoors, she still wrapped her arms around herself and suppressed a shudder.
Off to the side, in a small curtained-off area, Lily could see Katelyn standing, not fully obscured by the curtain. Sure enough, the nurse led them over and pulled the curtain open, allowing them to see Angelica, still in her pajamas, lying on the large and uncomfortable-looking hospital ER bed. Next to her, a man, likely in his late thirties, had her shirt pulled up to expose her belly and was touching it with his hands and noting Angelica’s reactions. She had tried to smile when Lily first came in, but with every touch, her face once again contorted into a rictus of pain.
Lily swallowed again. Seeing Angelica like this was making a heavy pit form in her stomach, and she was afraid she might throw up. Trying to lighten the mood, she piped up. “Hey, Angie,” she managed, forcing a smile, “how are you doing?”
Angelica tried to smile again, one corner of her mouth weakly lifting. She started to reply, then groaned at another push to her abdomen. Once the pain passed, she gave it another go. “Not too bad. How about you, Lil?”
Lily laughed in spite of herself, the tension and worry receiving some much-needed relief. She put her hand to one side of her face and suddenly realized that she was crying without even realizing it. Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying not to break out into uncontrollable sobs.
Katelyn evidently could see the emotional turmoil Lily was going through and gently put an arm around her. Lily closed her eyes and leaned gratefully into the hug. She wanted to ask the nurse what was wrong with Angie, what was going to happen, was she going to be okay, but the words couldn’t form just yet. Thankfully, Katelyn seemed to understand and asked it herself, her voice much steadier than Lily knew she could muster herself. “What do you think it is?”
The nurse leaned back from his examination of Angelica and pulled her shirt back down. As he rolled over in his chair to the computer and began typing, he answered, his voice deep and calm. “We’ll need the doctor to come and take a look, but at this point, I would say it looks like pretty standard appendicitis. If that’s the case, then we’ll have to do an emergency surgery, but she should be up and about again in no time.” He smiled warmly, and Lily had to wipe her eyes again. Angelica, on the other hand, simply lay with her eyes closed, trying not to move.
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Two hours later, Katelyn, Natasha, and Lily were on their way back to the apartment. Lily had wanted to stay, to not leave Angelica there by herself as she went into emergency surgery, but as they would have had to stay outside during the operation anyway, there was no point in remaining at the hospital. In addition, the initial spike of adrenaline-fueled energy had long since worn off, and all three young women were more than exhausted. Natasha had given up even trying to stay awake and curled up in an uncomfortable-looking heap in one of the waiting room couches while Lily and Katelyn had supplied the hospital with extra information, most notably the contact information for Angelica’s parents. The fine details of insurance and billing would be sorted out in due time.
There hadn’t been any response yet from Angelica’s mom or dad, even though Lily had called them again to update them on the situation. The ER doctor had confirmed that Angelica’s condition was indeed appendicitis, but it appeared as though the appendix hadn’t burst, so her prognosis for rapid recovery was optimistic. Lily had been able to convey this in a much more level-sounding second voicemail, including as many details as she could to hopefully preempt the onslaught of questions that was bound to be incoming as soon as Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter woke up. Now that Angelica was in good hands, Lily was able to think much more clearly as she explained into the recording what had happened. Not to mention she wasn’t leaking into her pants this time, either.
Once the nurse was about to get Angelica changed into a hospital gown in order to start an IV in her arm, Angelica asked Lily to call Brian as well, before heading to a private room to disrobe. Lily didn’t have Brian’s number, but she did have Angelica’s phone. Scrolling through the contacts, she came upon what had to be his, since it was saved as “Brian Dearest.”
Before pressing the Dial button, though, she hovered her finger over it, staring at it for a few seconds. Somehow, possibly in her sleep-deprived state, she was feeling an emotion she had never consciously experienced before.
Angie was her best friend. She had been for years now. And yet—yet there were the words, clearly typed out. Brian Dearest. She had only met him a few months ago, and Angelica had only been dating him for about two months more. How could he hold such high esteem in her life already?
Lily frowned to herself. She didn’t like what she was feeling. It had a nasty edge hidden inside it, a petty, spoiled attitude that was mean and paltry, and worse, liked being mean and paltry. But the fact was, she was beginning to feel angry inside, and then angry at herself for feeling angry. What was wrong with her? So she was Angie’s best friend, and Brian was her boyfriend. So what? The two weren’t mutually exclusive. Then why was it bothering her so much?
Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she imagined if the roles had been reversed, and Brian had been here with Angie in the hospital instead of her. Would Angie have been so eager to have Brian call her and let her know what was happening? Or—or was she being replaced, somehow? She could feel tears coming into her eyes again, and she sighed in frustration at herself. Why was she suddenly being so pathetic and bratty? She wasn’t really jealous. Not of Brian….was she?
No. No, that wasn’t it. In a sudden afflatus of thoughts and emotions long locked away in her psyche, it dawned on her with crystal clarity. She wasn’t jealous of Brian. She was jealous of Angie.
All the pieces, ignored, unacknowledged, and shunned for years, started to fall into place. She was jealous of Angie having a boyfriend. Her enthusiasm and cheery disposition, while partly authentic, to be sure, were also for her a deflection, a coping mechanism. Inside, deep, deep inside, there was the raw pain of loneliness. She had never had a boyfriend. Heck, she had never even really had too many regular friends. Her stupid sympathetic spastic bladder tended to keep people at arm’s length—especially any boy who could be interested. If there even were any. That was why she had responded the way she had to Jay’s uninvited affections at the party after graduation. She had fallen for them because no boy had ever treated her like that before. After all, why would any boy actually like…her?
The tears welled up to the point of overflowing. Lily did her best to discreetly wipe her eyes as she briskly stepped away to find a family bathroom where she could let out her angst in peace. Once there, she spent a couple of minutes choking out wretched, self-pitying sobs, hating herself for doing so. She really just needed to get some sleep.
Once she had finished crying and cleaning up her face, she brushed her hair behind her ears and stepped out again into the hospital’s waiting room to make the phone call. She stood by the window, both for better reception and a modicum of privacy, and pressed the Dial button. It was still in the small hours of the morning, and Lily fully expected to be leaving a message on Brian’s voicemail as well. That was why she jumped slightly when, after three rings, she heard a gravelly “Angie?”
She cleared her throat and spoke, the words coming out with a higher pitch than she intended. “Hi, uh, no, Brian, it’s—it’s me, Lily.”
She could hear a shuffling on his end before his voice returned, more awake now. “Lily? Hey. What’s, uh, what is it?”
Lily licked her lips. “Well, Angie asked me to call you. We had to take her to the hospital. But listen, listen, don’t worry. They say she’ll be fine. But it looks like she has appendicitis, and they’re going to do surgery like, now.”
When Brian responded, he sounded louder, as though he were holding the phone closer to his face. “Wait, wait, wait. You said what? Appendicitis? Is, oh my word, is she okay?” There was an edge of fear in his voice.
“Yeah, no, she’ll be fine. Her stomach was hurting her a lot, but she seemed okay otherwise. They say she’ll be fine and not to worry. She just wanted me to tell you.”
There was a pause. “Um. Hm. Uh, okay. Okay.” Another pause, then a sigh. “Well, uh, thanks for, uh, letting me know, Lily.”
The awkwardness of the gap in the conversation began to stir up Lily’s resentments again. The two most important people in Angie’s life, with nothing in common but Angelica. She knew she was more emotional from the stressful night and exhaustion, and she should probably just end the call. “Sure thing. I’m sure she’ll call you once she’s out of surgery and awake.”
Now finished, Lily turned in the phone to be put with the rest of Angelica’s belongings. From what they understood from the hospital, Angelica would likely be kept for at least twenty-four hours before being discharged. She had already sorted it out for Lily to be among those contacted once the operation was over. For now, it was back to the apartment to catch up on some much-needed rest.
And so, having run through the gamut of emotions, Lily soon thereafter found herself curled up in the passenger seat of Katelyn’s car for the trip back, the interior silent with worry and weariness, and the night sky still dark and frozen.
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Angelica’s process of coming to was a gradual one. As the anesthetics wore out of her system, her hazy mind drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain from earlier was mostly gone, replaced by a mild dull ache in her abdomen. She could remember the excruciating stabbing agony from several hours earlier, the explanations by the doctor of appendicitis and emergency surgery, and the nervousness of entering the operating room in nothing but a hospital gown and her underwear, with an IV in her right arm. She had been assured that her parents were being contacted, and moreover, she knew that Lily would be back as soon as she could be. Despite the gravity of the nature of the ordeal, it still wasn’t far from her head that she was glad it happened during a school break so she wouldn’t miss any classes.
Now, in the muddled and cloudy state of her brain, all these thoughts drifted listlessly through her consciousness, each one being recognized and yet seeming not to matter. Three times a nurse came to check her vital signs, stirring her to the surface of wakefulness for several seconds before she slipped back into languid slumber. She was roused a separate time when the nurse gently explained that she was going to remove the catheter before reaching under Angelica’s gown and extracting a plastic tube from her private parts. Angelica hadn’t even known that it was there, and the thought dreamily crossed her mind that she should feel bashful at someone seeing her genitalia, but the feeling didn’t come. She felt blissfully floaty, emotionlessly detached and suspended in ether, like a warm blanket. Her sleep was peaceful and dreamless, and the combination of the drugs she had been administered and the IV still in her vein meant that she became neither hungry nor thirsty.
What the IV did mean, however, was that her bladder was steadily filling. With the catheter gone, there was no place for her urine to go, and the steady drip into her bloodstream kept her kidneys producing a continual supply of it. She had by now been moved to a hospital room, one with a curtain going down the middle, and lay there under a blanket with one of those finger clamps people wear in hospitals on her right index finger. Attached to the rail close by her hand was a red button on the end of a cable. She could vaguely recall the nurse saying something about pushing it if she needed anything.
By now, the haze in her mind was lifting, and Angelica knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer anyway as long as she needed to pee. Instinctively, she pushed down on the bed with her arms, trying to raise her torso upwards so she could sit up. There had to be a bathroom close by.
As soon as she tried, though, she noticed two things. The first was that her arms felt as though they were made of wood. She could barely get them to move at all. Although her head was clearing, she still felt immersed in a certain fairylike equanimity, and her evident partial paralysis didn’t disturb her in the slightest. She had the faint impression that she probably could move her arms, but only if she really wanted to. In fact, this may have been very close to the truth. But it was such an effort, and it was so much easier to just lie still.
The other thing she noticed was that as soon as she tried to contract her stomach muscles to pull herself forward, the gentle ache in her abdomen retaliated with a nasty stinging fire. Undoubtedly, in the direct aftermath of abdominal surgery, flexing her core was not the best idea. There was no way she could get out of this bed without help.
Her eyes flitted lazily back to the call button. It was situated mere inches away from her right hand. With a great expenditure of mental effort, she strained, willing her fingers to reach up and push the button. With her lethargic gaze still resting on the button, she could see as her fingertips lightly and casually brushed the edge of the plastic, but were unable to go any further.
Angelica let her hand drop once more. It took too much mental energy to try to lift it to call for the nurse to help her to the bathroom. It took too much energy to keep her eyes open, so she let her eyelids droop heavily closed once more. And it also took too much energy to keep holding her pee.
She sighed, the exhalation blowing out of her nostrils as she relaxed and began wetting the bed. In her dreamlike semiconsciousness, it seemed to matter about as little as the nurse seeing her privates when she took out the catheter. It wasn’t as if it were the first time she’d had an accident, and it beat trying to keep holding it. At least this way she could go back to sleep.
Her bladder quietly emptied itself under the blanket, the wet heat thoroughly soaking her panties and puddling around her butt, wicking into the thin and flimsy fabric of the hospital gown and expanding outwards across the mattress. The bedsheet did its best to soak up her urine, but its thin material and the fact that the mattress was nonabsorbent caused the damp spot to spread out broadly over the bed. She could feel the backs of her thighs grow warm with her incontinence, as she let her pee keep draining out into the bed, with no efforts to stop it.
After about ten seconds, she was finished. In her mind, the slightest hint of embarrassment began to sprout, but it did little to keep her from once again drifting off to sleep, as the puddle around her hips steadily cooled.
~*~*~*~*~
The turbulent and eventful night was followed by a morning no less turbulent and eventful for Lily. While Angelica was dozing tranquilly in her post-op slumber, Lily was wakened at a little after eight o’clock by her cell phone buzzing. Starting quickly and sitting up, she clumsily grabbed at it, trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes and read who it was. After a second or two of her eyes adjusting, she could see that it was Angelica’s mother. She quickly swiped to answer the call.
“Hello, Mrs. Carpenter,” she croaked. Her voice was raspy and she tried to clear out the sleep cobwebs discreetly.
“Lily! I got a call from a hospital, telling me that Angelica had an emergency surgery, but that she’s out now? Then I saw your missed calls and heard your messages. What happened? How did this all happen?” Her speech was quick, yet strained, as though she were trying not to panic.
Lily tried to gather her thoughts to give a coherent reply. “Um, well,” she began, before suddenly twitching as her bladder gave a little spasm. It had evidently refilled as she slept. “Well, last night Angelica seemed like she was coming down with something, so we just had her go to bed early. We thought it was a stomach bug or something.” Her bladder quivered again, and she used her free hand to rub her groin, trying to calm her urinary system. “Then, when we found her in the middle of the night, she was burning up and her stomach—”
“Found her? What do you mean? Where was she?”
“Uh, she was in the bathroom.” Lily wished she could be in the bathroom. Another wave of urgency passed through her, and she clenched her muscles tightly until it passed. “She had passed out and was on the floor.”
“Oh, my poor baby! Was she all right? Did she hit her head on anything?”
Lily glanced toward the bathroom door longingly. She was distracted by her need for a morning pee and didn’t fully digest the question. “Uh, mm, um, oh, no, I, I don’t think so.” The hand she was rubbing her crotch with had to give a quick squeeze. “But that was when we drove her to the hospital. If she had hurt her head, I’m sure they would take care of it.”
“Oh, good heavens. Oh, that must have been so awful for you, Lily. How are you doing now? Are you all right?”
Lily wanted to answer honestly and say that she really just needed to go relieve herself and then they could keep talking, but she felt that would be too awkward—especially with someone close to her mom’s age and who knew about her condition. She instead stood up, hand still between her thighs, and paced over to the bathroom door. “I’m okay now. It was scary at first, y’know, but once we got her to the hospital, it was a lot better. I think we mainly just needed our sleep afterwards.”
“Oh, yes, that makes sense. Well, Angelica’s father and I are getting ready to drive out there to see her. Do you think you would want to come too? We can pick you up once we’re close. It’ll be about an hour and a half, though.”
Lily opened her mouth to answer, but just then, another contraction from her bladder made her have to cross her legs and bend over at the waist. She was able to weather the wave of desperation, but not before a hot leak of urine jetted into her underwear, immediately heating them up in a spot right over her private parts. She gasped and bit her lip, giving a sidelong look at the toilet. Should she just go use it right now, while still on the phone? But what if Angelica’s mom could hear it? Still bent at the waist and holding herself, she ground her rear end into the doorframe and tried to formulate a response. “Uh, um, that, uh, that—” Another spurt. The wetness on her underwear, having cooled slightly, was now instantly reheated and expanded. She could feel it down between her legs and starting to go up the back slightly. “—that sounds good. Sure. Yes, thank you very much.”
“Yes, of course. Oh, you poor thing. That must have been quite the ordeal for you to go through, especially all by yourselves.”
Lily gritted her teeth as another leak slipped out, this one more of a slow and gentle trickle than a spurt. Her ability to dam the flow was rapidly abating. She had to empty herself, and now. Already the fabric under her hand was growing damp, and a glance downward confirmed that the cloth was turning noticeably darker out from under where she was still impotently grabbing herself. She tightened all her muscles for all she was worth and managed to reply, “Yeah, it was scary. But I think I’m okay now.” She couldn’t keep her voice entirely level as she said that last lie.
“Well, all right. I won’t keep you any longer. We should be there to pick you up a little before ten.”
“Okay, sounds good!” Her voice was filled with an obviously fake amount of pep, in her attempt both to expedite the end of the phone call and to cover up the panic welling up in her. Sweat drops had begun to bead on her forehead at the prospect of relief mere feet away. And here she was, trapped and slowly wetting herself. Another leak broke free, and the wetness was now going down one thigh. An alarmed glance to her right confirmed that Natasha and Katelyn were both still in bed and couldn’t see her in this state. Thank goodness.
“All right. See you then. Oh, and thank you, Lily, for taking care of Ange for us.”
Lily laughed nervously. “No problem. She would’ve done the same for me. Bye!” Without waiting for a response, she hastily pushed the End Call button and tore into the bathroom. The door was closed without locking it, and she was already peeing by the time she got her pants down and was sitting on the toilet. The relief was glorious, and she heaved a heavy sigh and leaned her head back against the wall as she fully emptied her bladder.
Once done, she inspected the damage to her clothes. While she had averted a full-blown accident, there was still an extremely obvious wet patch on her pajama pants, and her panties were soaked. After washing her hands, she grabbed her towel from where she had hung it on Friday and wrapped it around herself for some cover as she ventured back out to get some dry clothes. Her wet ones would have to be wrapped up and stowed away discreetly, along with the others from earlier this morning. There went all the pajamas she had packed for this outing. Two accidents in one night? That was a new record, even for her.
~*~*~*~*~
It turned out to be nearly a quarter past ten by the time the Carpenters actually arrived. In the time beforehand, Lily had rummaged up a quick breakfast, showered, and packed up her things. She then did her best to do a suitable job packing a bag for Angelica as well. If the original plan was for the two of them to head back to their parents’ for Christmas, then she imagined the best idea would be for Angie to do her convalescing there—and since she had no idea when Angelica would be discharged, at least she would be ready.
She hid her wet clothes away in her bag, wrapped tightly in plastic bags. While her own parents were no strangers to having to wash her wet pants and underwear, she still wanted to at least try to keep them from finding out about her miniature accidents here. Despite her several incidents since graduating, a part of her still clung to the hope of at least maintaining the façade of dryness to her family—and Angelica’s family also. She had been seen by them with wet pants enough times already.
Thus it was that in the time left after finishing all the packing and double-checking everything, she compulsively used the bathroom three times in the span of twenty minutes, trying to make sure she was as empty as possible. The last thing she needed was to be caught short needing a toilet while with Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter. By this time, Katelyn was up and making coffee, and the two engaged in passing conversation. She offered Lily a cup, who declined it, despite still being behind on sleep. A diuretic would not be welcome at the moment.
Once Angelica’s parents arrived, Lily quickly ran her plan by them, producing the bag for Angelica and throwing her own bag in her car. Mrs. Carpenter thanked her again, Lily climbed in, and they were off. Both in daylight and with the tension of last night passed, the drive to the hospital seemed much shorter than it had close to eight hours earlier.
Upon reaching the hospital, there were some preliminary minutes spent with Angelica’s mom and dad having to supply the insurance information that wasn’t available earlier, while they waited for the doctor to come and explain the details of the situation to them. The doctor appeared after about eight minutes, looking hurried but amiable, and escorted them into a private room. Lily at first felt awkward, not knowing if she was included, but both of Angelica’s parents and the doctor said she was free to join, and the next thing they knew, all three were seated on stuffy vinyl armchairs while the doctor read from her notes.
“When Angelica first came in, judging from the signs she was presenting, most notably the fever, loss of appetite, and especially the pain in her lower right abdomen, our first suspicion was acute appendicitis. She presented with positive Rosenstein and Aure-Rozanova signs, which are both pretty good indications of our diagnosis being correct. Naturally, we ran her blood work as well, and her elevated white blood cell count confirmed this. She told us that she has no allergies that she is aware of, and so we immediately started her on a regimen of amoxicillin and cefazolin to combat infection, then administered a general anesthetic before proceeding with a laparascopic appendectomy. She was in and out of surgery in an hour, and so far she’s been recovering well. She will most likely be ready to be discharged by tomorrow morning.”
The Carpenters had been listening intently, Mr. Carpenter’s hand on his wife’s, though Lily wondered how much more they understood than she did. About half of what the doctor said was unintelligible to her, and she didn’t really know how to respond. Instead of saying anything, she merely sat still and silent, her hands folded in her lap.
The doctor took a breath and smiled. “All in all, it was a pretty straightforward procedure, with no complications. Her appendix hadn’t burst, and there appear to be no signs of septicemia. It was good that she was brought in when she was.” Here she turned her gaze to Lily, who sat up straighter under the subtle compliment. “We will of course continue to monitor her condition, but assuming she gets to go home tomorrow morning, we’ll send her off with a prescription for post-operative antibiotics that she’ll have to stay on for two weeks. She should avoid strenuous activity, especially activity that stresses her core abdominal muscles, for about two weeks also. Recovery differs from person to person, and the important thing is for her to listen to her body and not try to push it into healing faster than it already is. And one more thing—I know this is the holiday season, but she should do her best to limit her intake of fatty foods while she recovers as well.”
She shifted her posture back in a pose that indicated she was finished with her briefing. “Do you all have any questions? You’re more than welcome to visit her whenever you like. In fact, if one of you would like to stay the night here with her, that may make it more comfortable for her.”
Angelica’s parents turned to look at each other, their faces full of uneasiness. Her mom spoke haltingly, “I don’t know—do you think we could?”
Her dad paused pensively, the side of his mouth scrunching up in the same way that Angelica’s did when she was thinking. “I’m not sure. We’ll need the car early tomorrow, and the drive is far…unless you stay here the whole day and I drive home alone tonight…and then I guess I would come back and pick you both up? Ah, but we don’t know what time that will be yet…”
Lily, who had been feeling something like a third wheel this whole time, saw her chance to help out. “I can stay with Angie tonight, if you like. And then I can drive her home once she’s out also.”
Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter looked at her, then at each other, before nodding tentatively to each other and then more confidently to Lily. Mr. Carpenter replied. “That would work out really well, actually. Thank you, Lily.”
With that sorted, the doctor saw to it that they were directed by a nurse’s aide to the room where Angelica was.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time her parents showed up at her room, Angelica had been awake for an hour or so. The ebbs and flows of sleep had gradually grown less and less before abating entirely as the drugs and her own need for rest wore off. Now she found herself fully awake, though still with a certain torpor in her limbs and overall state of being. She had gained consciousness quietly, with no words or reactions given, and then remained that way, lying still, eyes and ears attentive, but attempting to neither say nor do anything.
Part of it was recovery from surgery. The pain in her abdomen was still present, a mild throbbing that was bearable but grew worse if she attempted to move. Clearly she had some recuperation in front of her, a process that would undoubtedly mostly comprise lying still and resting. She had no book or phone or TV with her, so the only thing to do at all was to remain where she was in silence.
The other reason, however, was the fact that she was lying in her own puddle of pee. She could recall through the haze of her semi-lucid state earlier her half-hearted attempts to call for a nurse to help her to the bathroom and then her all too soon capitulation to her bladder. In her fully alert state now, the embarrassment and self-reproach that she hadn’t felt in that moment all began to catch up to her. The idea of thinking it was okay to just give in and wet the bed simply because using the bathroom like an adult took all the colossal effort of pushing a button was utterly shameful. Of course, she knew it was only because she was half awake. Yet somehow, that made it even worse—it would have been better if she’d peed the bed when fully asleep than when only partly asleep. At least if she’d been totally asleep, she wouldn’t remember doing it—and worse, remember choosing to do it.
So, now she sat here, not sure what to do. The rational part of her mind told her that nurses are used to bodily functions and have to deal with much worse than relatively benign urine. Nevertheless, the rest of her—the part that felt embarrassment at every accident she’d had, the part that had quailed at the prospect of Brian finding out about them—didn’t quite have the courage yet to confess to a nurse that she’d wet herself. It didn’t help that the IV was steadily replenishing her fluids, making her have to pee again. During her inner turmoil, an orderly had come in bearing a tray of breakfast, and shortly thereafter a nurse had come to check her vital signs and ask how she was feeling. Angelica had kept her answers short and an artificial smile on her face, trying to avoid arousing any suspicion as to the state of her underwear. The nurse seemed to be satisfied by her responses, but before leaving, changed out her IV bag for a fresh one. Terrific. Now she would have to come clean sooner or later, but how was she supposed to go about doing that?
It was in this condition of psychological tension that she was greeted by her parents entering the room, followed shortly by Lily. The look of relieved pathos on their faces, but most especially her mother’s, was enough to snap Angelica’s attention away from her covert puddle and toward the reality of the dreadful worry they must have been experiencing. She raised her arms toward them, surprised at how easy it was to move them now, and her mom came in for a heartfelt (though gentle) hug, being careful not to move her too much. The hug lasted for a long time, and was followed by a shorter though no less caring one from her dad. Lastly, Lily also hugged her, with both of them giggling as they separated, since they had just seen each other eight hours prior.
Naturally, the first part of their conversation was filled with inquisitions as to how she was feeling, what had happened, et cetera. Most of it was information her parents had already heard from Lily and the hospital staff, and Angelica didn’t feel up for talking long as it was, so her answers were kept terse, though not brusque. She had a feeling that conversing was mostly a way for her mom to ease the anxiety inside, which was confirmed when the topic switched to news from home, and then to nothing but trivial small talk. Angelica merely listened, smiling weakly on one side of her face, glad to see the concern melting away from her parents. Her mom was by now sitting in the chair by her bedside, and her dad was leaning up against it, one arm on the back, his other hand in his pocket. By their body language, you would never have guessed they were visiting their only daughter in the hospital. They looked genuinely at ease.
She herself, on the other hand, hoped she didn’t look as on edge as she felt. As the conversation progressed, her bladder had grown fuller and fuller, and she was now starting to be afraid. She had hoped that when the moment came of having to tell a nurse that she’d wet her panties, that she’d be alone. But now, with her family here—what could she do? It’s one thing to excuse yourself from a conversation to go to the bathroom, but it is quite another thing when excusing yourself thus would reveal that it was already a little too late. So, here she was: afraid of revealing her puddle, but unable to keep from adding to it otherwise. She shifted slightly in the bed, her urine squelching unpleasantly around her butt as she did so. She hoped it couldn’t be heard and also hoped she wasn’t blushing. Her private parts itched disagreeably from being soaked in her own urine.
“Patrick should be coming this weekend. We told him about what happened, and he sounded very concerned. He might try to text you or call you. Do you have your phone here?”
Patrick was Angelica’s older brother, and she felt a little bashful at forgetting that he might want to know that his sister was in the hospital. “Um, I don’t think so…”
Lily chimed in. “I brought a bag of your things, Angie. I put your phone with it. I’ll bring it in. Oh, and I think they left your PJs here too. Better make sure we don’t forget them here.”
“Thanks, Lil.”
Lily stood to leave the room, and Angelica’s mom continued. “He also thinks he’s going to propose to Erin on Christmas. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Angelica didn’t know her brother’s current girlfriend that well, but naturally this was something to be excited over. If only she didn’t have to pee right now. She did her best to cover her discomfort. “Wow! That’s really…great.” A better word hadn’t come to mind. She was too distracted by her predicament.
“Isn’t it? He says he has it all planned out. It does mean he’ll have to drive to her house on Christmas day, though, so we won’t get to see him as much.” She sighed. “Oh, but that’s not really important. The important thing is how happy he is. You should have seen his face when he told me over FaceTime. He was positively glowing.”
There was a lull, as if for Angelica to respond, but nothing came to mind for her to say. She shifted again, trying to clench her muscles. The IV, meanwhile, kept steadily dripping away. What could she do? She didn’t want to kick her parents out, but she couldn’t let them see her wet bed. How could she diplomatically get them to leave for a few minutes? Her bladder twitched, and she winced briefly, hoping—ahem—desperately that it wasn’t noticeable.
Her mother picked up the conversation again. “Yes, it will be so wonderful for the two of them. Erin is such a lovely girl. I’m sure she’ll be perfect for him. Even now, you can see how in love he is. He’s just so happy.” She smiled contentedly, and Angelica had to make herself smile too. After a pause, her mother resumed, “I can see the same thing in you, Ange, whenever you talk about Brian. I know it’s too early to talk about something like engagement, but I can tell how much he means to you…and how much you mean to him.”
Angelica’s bladder quivered again. She was stuck here, needing badly to pee, unable to excuse herself. Already, her parents had been aware of more times that she’d wet her pants than she ever wanted, and there were other times they knew nothing about. But Brian, on the other hand—Brian knew all about her accidents. She’d peed herself in front of him on more than one occasion, often, as she now thought about it, at key turning points in the development of their relationship. Her memory went back to the incident at the car wash several months earlier, and how it had coincided with the two of them confessing that they loved each other. And then afterwards—afterwards she had been made to come clean to him about the multiple times she had had accidents, all while experiencing yet another one. And somehow….somehow they had only served to bring them closer together, every time. A bizarre new idea crossed the threshold of her mind. It almost seemed as though her pee accidents, rather than humiliating her and ruining her life, had instead worked in the opposite direction. It was because of wetting her pants that she was now best friends with Lily, and—in an utterly extraordinary way—her wet pants had also been inextricably interlaced with her relationship with Brian. Could it be…that her accidents were actually…a blessing in disguise? And now, she needed to go again…and now, they were talking about Brian again. It was like a cosmic sign, an auspicious presage, telling her that all was well, and she could let go.
Angelica winced again, slightly more obviously this time, as she began to rewet the bed. Utterly involuntarily, the floodgates again reopened, and her urine started jetting fiercely out into her underwear. The damp and itchy material grew hot and soggy once more, and she could feel the pool around her thighs warming up as it was added to. The liquid sprayed out through her panties, which had been instantly resaturated, and sprinkled out against the inside of her thighs before extending further down and expanding her existing puddle. She tried not to let anything show on her face, but she was sure that she was turning red as her private lake of pee got even bigger, the nonabsorbent mattress causing the borders to expand outwards. She severely hoped that it wouldn’t start dripping off the sides of the bed or darkening the blanket, which was by now the only thing left protecting her dignity. She also couldn’t tell how much of the hissing sound she could hear was her pee’s forceful exodus and how much was the blood ringing in her ears. Either way, she felt on the verge of panic.
Her dad must have noticed the expression on her face, because he moved to a fully standing position, laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder, and said, “Why don’t we let her get some rest now, honey.” Angelica herself said nothing, hoping silently that he had chalked up whatever discomfort he had seen on her face to pain, not embarrassment. Her mom nodded and stood, then reached a hand out to Angelica’s cheek before coming back in for a hug. Angelica couldn’t suppress a little squeaking whimper as her mother leaned in again, mere inches away from where she was still peeing into the mattress, the hospital blanket her only concealment. Once her mother pulled away, her father also gave her a hug, thankfully not as closely, although by now her bladder was nearly empty. Then both her parents stepped away, giving heartfelt waves as they did so. Angelica reciprocated only lukewarmly, still getting over the shock of wetting the bed a second time.
As soon as they were out of the room, she lifted the blanket to survey the damage. Her hospital gown was completely soaked from her navel downwards, not a dry spot to be found. Moreover, her puddle had grown almost comically huge by now, spreading widely out from both hips, down to her calves, and even up her back. This had to be taken care of. No matter how awkward it may be, she would just have to call a nurse to come and help her get cleaned up.
Just then, though, Lily’s face appeared from around the curtain, and Angelica hastily lowered the blanket back down. She didn’t want Lily to know what had happened. In her mind, she told herself that her reticence was because of Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder, and revealing that she’d had an accident would only make things worse for Lily. In reality, though, she knew full well that the reason she didn’t want Lily to know about her wetting the bed was that it would be embarrassing. Even though they had originally bonded over wetting their pants, she still didn’t volunteer that information if possible.
So why had she with Brian?
All these thoughts flashed through Angelica’s head in an instant, as Lily came in bearing a travel bag. “Here you go, Angie.” She placed the bag on the rolling table beside the bed. “Your phone is in the outside pouch. I told Brian you’d want to call him once you were up. I’m sure he’s pretty worried about you.”
Angelica smiled. “Thanks, Lil.” She reached for the bag, and Lily opened the pouch for her and pulled out the phone, handing it to her. “I think I’ll do that now.”
“All right. And then keep resting, I guess? We’ll be around, so you can always call us.”
“Sure thing. Thanks.”
Lily smiled again and stood to leave. Before she could disappear behind the curtain again, though, Angelica spoke up again. “Oh, Lil? Before you go, could you get me another blanket?”
~*~*~*~*~
The phone call with Brian was short, since Angelica’s conversational stamina was still low. Its main purpose had been to reassure Brian that she was indeed all right, and just recuperating after her surgery. The relief in his voice was wonderful to hear, and a fair amount of the tail end of the conversation consisted almost entirely of him reiterating again and again in as many ways as he could think of just how much he loved her. She couldn’t help but blush at this, her smile dominating one cheek.
As their talk neared its end, however, Angelica found that she was once more overtaken by a wave of sleepiness. She told Brian, and they brought the call to a close, though not without the protracted sentiments that usually accompany the final moments of interactions between young lovers. Once it was over, she lay in bed, clasping her phone over her chest. Drowsiness clouded her mind, and before she knew it, she had again drifted off to sleep. By now, her puddle had cooled to the point of being less perceptible, the extra blanket eliminated the risk of her urine soaking through the top, and her thoughts of calling a nurse to help her get cleaned up vanished in the fog of hypnogogia.
When she awoke, she was startled to realize that she was peeing into the sheets, again. Somehow she had started to wet herself without even feeling it. She gasped and instinctively grabbed at her thighs, then remembered that this would only make it soak through, and instead let go, merely lying there in stunned silence as her bladder emptied itself against her will. This time, she finished very quickly, in only about seven seconds. It seemed insane that she would start peeing involuntarily in her sleep. That had never happened before. It was also odd that she’d wet herself when she evidently didn’t need to go all that badly. And moreover, it was weird that this time, it had kind of burned as she peed.
Well, this couldn’t continue. Embarrassing as it was, she would need to get cleaned up. She took a deep breath and pushed the call button. The IV bag, meanwhile, never stopped dripping.
~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the morning passed by slowly. Angelica was grateful to find that Lily had packed some books in the bag, and reading them helped pass the time. She was also grateful to be in clean sheets and clothes. A nurse’s aide had shown up when she’d pushed the button, and she had to admit that she’d wet the bed. Thankfully, the aide showed no emotion at this, simply moving professionally to help clean her up. This was the initial embarrassment out of the way, but there were two more to come. The first was when she realized once in the bathroom that she couldn’t bend down to take her panties off. That meant that the aide had to help undress and dress her, and also wipe down her legs with some damp cloths. The skin was red and irritated, and Angelica knew that she had what was the equivalent of a diaper rash, though she was greatly relieved that the aide never referred to it as such.
The second embarrassment was when another aide, who had come in to change the bedsheets, was forced to ask for help from a third one when faced with the prospect of cleaning up such an enormous puddle. Even between the two of them, it took longer than normal, and Angelica had to stand there, supported by the first aide, watching and waiting until her pee-drenched bed was dried, sanitized, and re-sheeted. Thank goodness all that was past her now. Reading helped distract her from the fresh memory.
Her parents had let her know that they would come by again in the afternoon to see her, but that afterwards, they would be heading back home. Lily was going to spend the night with Angelica in the hospital, then drive her to her parents’ home once she was discharged. In this time of early afternoon, Angelica was left by herself. She had spent most of the time in her books.
Something that she was aware of, however, was how her bladder felt as though it was filling faster than normal. She would be fine one moment, and then the next be hit by a sudden and massive urge to use the bathroom, her bladder on fire. It was still difficult to get up, and she had to call for help whenever this happened. Every time, she felt as though she barely made it in time, even though the wait couldn’t have been longer than three minutes. The third time, she actually began to leak as she entered the bathroom, pee squirting into her underwear and starting to trickle down her legs before she could get seated on the toilet. She declined to point this out to the nurse’s aide. Additionally, each time she peed, it burned as it came out. She wasn’t sure what was causing this, but hoped and assumed that it was merely the aftermath of her surgery.
Things took a downhill turn, unfortunately, at close to four o’clock. She was close to being finished with a chapter in A Tale of Two Cities when the need to go struck. Unwilling to give up her book just yet, she pressed on, telling herself that she would be fine. Just one more page—surely she could wait that long.
As it turned out, she wasn’t fine, and she couldn’t wait that long.
She had gotten no more than halfway done with her page, clenching and grimacing more than she thought should be necessary to stay in control. But then, with only a few paragraphs left, it happened. With no warning, her sphincter opened, and hot, fiery urine began surging out of her. She gasped and leaned forward, stunned and unable to move as she wet the bed again, this time soiling her new underwear and fresh sheets. The pain made her cringe and whimper as her pee, torturous in its exodus, flooded swelteringly out and pooled around her bottom. She was empty in close to eight seconds—at least, she stopped peeing after eight seconds. She still felt as though she had to go, even though an active push confirmed that there was nothing left to expel.
This wasn’t good. Now what? Call the nurse’s aide, again, to explain that she’d wet the bed? Again? The thought seemed utterly mortifying to her. Instead, she just lay there, in consternation and disquietude, and tried to focus on her book. Although there was only half a page left to the chapter, it took her four tries before she could process what she read well enough to finish.
~*~*~*~*~
The remainder of the day passed very uncomfortably for Angelica. She wasn’t able to work up the gumption to ask for her bed to be changed again, and as the afternoon wore on, it seemed just as well. Whenever she needed to pee, it would be no more than a minute later that she would be peeing, whether she wanted to or not. And it hurt—it hurt to the point that she dreaded having to go at all. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Her bladder filled against her will, and then it would empty against her will as well. Each time it did, she would lean forward as much as she could in her post-op condition, gripping the bedrails and gritting her teeth from the pain, with sweat beading on her forehead. It was pure misery.
By the time her parents came to see her again before they left, her puddle had nearly reached its prior borders. During their visit, she peed herself several more times, though these were much shorter in duration. She found out, in her attempt to disguise her plight, that it was easier to go whenever the urge first presented itself in the slightest, rather than wait for it to build up. Each of these micro-wettings lasted only about three seconds apiece, and she was able to mask the pain in her face more easily.
Then, once her parents had left, she was left alone again. She knew Lily would be coming later, close to 8:30, and she did not want to be in this condition until then. Still, she waited as long as she could before psyching herself up to push that little red button. The longer she waited, the more likely there would be a different shift on duty—one that hadn’t already had to change her bed.
Her reasoning appeared to work, as the aide who answered her call was someone she hadn’t seen before. Just like the time earlier in the day, the woman who responded to the button didn’t appear to show any shock or disgust at what had happened, instead merely helping Angelica to the bathroom to be changed again. At least there were multiple sets of clothes in the bag Lily had brought. Angelica chose a new pair of panties, doing her best to hide the already soiled pair from view, and shuffled off to get into them. She also knew better at this point than to watch when her bed was being cleaned up.
Once everything was ready, she made her way back to the bed, holding her head straight, resisting the impulse to try to hide her face. Maybe if she acted like nothing was wrong, just like the hospital staff had, then she could forget all about this. She also realized, to her consolation, that she could walk by herself much more easily by now. Hopefully that meant that she could get up to use the bathroom on her own from now on.
Thus it was that by the time Lily arrived, she was greeted by an Angelica who was somewhat abnormally optimistic and cheerful. Little did she know that it was because it was one of the few times today that Angelica lay in a dry bed.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily tossed and turned, her sleep pitted with agitation. After getting to the hospital, she and Angelica had spent close to an hour talking about anything and nothing in particular. During that time, it did seem as though Angelica had to get up to use the bathroom a good deal more often than normal, but other than that, it was just like any other time the two of them spent together. There were moments when it even slipped her mind, albeit briefly, that they were currently in a hospital because she had found Angelica collapsed on the floor less than twenty-four hours earlier.
Still, despite her good spirits, Angelica did tire out more quickly than normal and decided she wanted to turn in. One last trip to the toilet, and then she and Lily wished each other good night. After Angelica closed her eyes and began to drift off, Lily spent another forty-five minutes or so on her phone, aimlessly entertaining herself, the room suddenly feeling sullen and lonely. She also discovered, to her annoyance, that the light on the wall by the curtain evidently stayed on 24/7. That, combined with having to try to fall asleep in a hospital armchair, made her prospects of sleeping well go more than a little sour.
She did her best. Nevertheless, it took her close to twenty minutes to find a position that was at least halfway comfortable, and then another thirty minutes to finally slip into a light and restless slumber.
As she slept, the memories of the last day flitted to and fro through her head. The ease and joie de vivre which the two friends had just shared merged and blended in the confusion of her dozing brain with the shock and terror she had experienced on first finding Angie on the floor. In her dreaming state, which was rapidly becoming a nightmare, the two events crisscrossed and bled in and out of each other, and the jealousy she had felt earlier seeped into both, distorting them until she wasn’t sure which was real and which was false. In one moment, her jumbled and bewildered subconsciousness would tell her that the scariness of seeing Angelica passed out in the bathroom was all just a bad dream, and the truth was that everything was fine, and the two of them were having fun together; and in the next moment, like a mask coming off, came the suggestion, like a haunting specter, that her memories of friendship with Angie were nothing more than memories, and that the reality was that Angie was dying—or dead. What she had found on the bathroom floor hadn’t been Angelica, but merely her body—her corpse. And there were even venomous whispers saying that she was glad of it; or worse, that it had been her doing.
With a start, Lily jerked awake. Her brain was still muddled and foggy, and her dreams seemed to overlap with the waking world. It didn’t help that her neck was dreadfully stiff and that she didn’t know where she was at first. Blinking the sleep and confusion out of her eyes, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Slowly and gradually, remembrance seeped back into the forefront of her brain, but it brought with it no abatement of the unease still roiling in her gut. She also realized that she had to pee.
It was coming back to her now: she was at the hospital, spending the night with Angelica. Angelica had been brought here two nights ago to get an operation done, and then she would be released. Or was she brought here last night? Lily’s head wasn’t yet clear, and the fact that the room appeared identical to how it had when she had first gone to sleep unnerved her somehow. The same light on the wall was still lit, making it difficult to gauge how late—or early—it actually was. Had she been asleep for fifteen minutes or five hours? How long had Angie been in the hospital, anyway? Her brain was resisting lucidity.
Lily leaned forward and stood, trying to get the blood flowing to think clearly again. She rubbed her eyes and stared at Angelica lying in bed. She lay in the exact same position that she had been in when Lily had first gone to sleep, and for some reason this unnerved her even more. Now that she thought about it, Angelica was lying completely still—totally, absolutely, entirely still. Ghastly terrors surged up through Lily, prickling her skin with goosebumps and making her hair stand on end. Additionally, a quiver went through her bladder, and she had to clamp her legs together. Staring at Angelica’s motionless body in the bed sent pictures through her head of mannequins and doppelgängers, cleverly disguised facsimiles straight out of uncanny valley, like in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. More grisly and primal were the notions of corpses, lifeless and empty containers, like Victorian dolls. She remembered the practice of taking photographs with dead relatives that people used to do in the 1800s, and she lost her nerve.
With one swift motion, she reached out and flung the blanket off Angelica. Angelica didn’t move at all, not even a sigh or a twitch. Lily stared in horror, unable to see Angelica’s chest rise or fall. But then something else caught her attention.
Down at Angelica’s crotch, there was a dark wet puddle.
As Lily gawked at Angelica’s accident, mouth agape, she noticed that the puddle wasn’t just there—it was getting bigger. Indeed, in the relative silence, above the assorted faint noises of hospital equipment and her own thumping heart, Lily could hear the quiet hssssss of Angelica wetting the bed.
Panic flooded through Lily’s nerves. She knew that when people die they lose control of their bodily functions. And all her nightmares, and then suddenly waking up—why had she jerked awake just then? A chill went through her, down to her soul. She had heard of things like this. Had she been woken up by Angelica’s spirit leaving her body?
Had Angie just…died?
Soul-tearing terror raced through Lily’s body as she suddenly screamed involuntarily, not knowing what else to do. She bolted for the door just in time to almost run into the nurse on duty, who had come to see what the matter was. In her panic and distress, Lily could barely form words. “It’s…it’s her…my friend…I, I, I don’t think…I don’t know…I don’t think she’s breathing…”
The nurse had begun to move even before Lily could finish explaining herself. With a swift efficiency, she moved behind the curtain and out of Lily’s sight. Lily stood by the door, unable and unwilling to follow, her feet feeling leaden. She discovered quite unexpectedly that she was bawling by now, tears streaming down her face in sheer dread. The other patient in the room had been roused by all the noise and was now glancing around in confusion, looking at Lily, then the curtain, then back at Lily—and then down at her legs. It was at that point that Lily suddenly noticed that she didn’t feel the need to pee anymore.
Looking down at herself, she gasped. Her corduroy pants were dark, almost black, in a wide patch around her crotch. The wetness reached down her left thigh, almost to her knee, and was now making its journey down her right leg as well. She was unable to stop herself as she wet her pants in pure fear, her pee jetting helplessly out into her sopping underwear. Her legs were shaking and her sobs continued, but she could do nothing about it. It was almost as if her nightmares had never ended, and now she was locked in a form of sleep paralysis. She could feel the shameful heat spread itself across her butt as well, expanding insatiably underneath her left cheek, and now it was trickling down into her left shoe. A moment later, and the hot yellow liquid began pooling on the tile floor around her feet. It was joined by a stream that broke off her right leg just above the knee and sprinkled and splashed loudly into the puddle she had already made, splattering droplets of pee humiliatingly all over her tennis shoes.
Within ten seconds, she had completely emptied herself, and still she stood, rooted to the spot in trepidation. She put a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she shook uncontrollably from the shock. When she had first found Angelica on the floor in the apartment, that had been bad enough, but just now—seeing Angie like that, not knowing whether or not she was dead, again—it was like ripping the scab off the original trauma. A tiny, faraway part of her wondered if this was the kind of thing you could get PTSD from. And now, even though her bladder was empty, her insides suddenly twisted, sending a shudder of pain through her abdomen. Without warning, she farted loudly and grabbed her bottom with her free hand. She couldn’t be sure, but at this moment, she felt as though she might likely mess herself as well. And what was taking the nurse so long?
As if to answer her question, the curtain was abruptly partially slid back to reveal the nurse with one arm around Angelica, helping her walk forward while using her IV pole for support. Upon seeing Angelica alive, Lily let out a cry and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her best friend. Tears welled up and spilled over afresh, though these ones were more of relief than grief or fear.
“Oh, Angie! Angie, Angie, I thought you were dead.” Her face was buried in Angelica’s shoulder, muffling her words and absorbing her tears.
The nurse was a little taken aback by Lily’s sudden and forceful display of emotion. She spoke with a hint of humor in her voice. “No, not dead in the traditional sense. Just a very deep sleeper. Of course, that means she’s getting her rest, which is what we want.”
Lily pulled her face back and looked Angelica in the eye with a wet, mushy expression. Angelica smiled limply on one side and said in a throaty, just-woken-up rasp, “Yeah, I’m fine, Lil. I was just totally out of it.”
Lily heaved a sigh at how comforting it was to hear her friend’s voice. “But it didn’t look like you were breathing…and then you’d wet the bed…”
Angelica blushed and cleared her throat. “Oh. Yeah…I guess I was sleeping pretty deeply.” She smiled awkwardly.
Lily laughed, her tension from only minutes earlier blissfully abating. “But so what? Look at me. I got so scared, thinking you were dead, that I totally peed my pants.” She stepped back and looked down, pulling her soaked corduroys forward with her hands to be better on display.
The nurse raised an eyebrow, but Angelica raised both. Of course, it wasn’t very unusual for Lily to have incontinence issues, but now—now with her own recent bladder problems, this wasn’t something Angelica wanted to see. She knew Lily was only showing her out of solidarity, but viewing it made a sharp knife of pain pierce her crotch. As the fiery sensation mounted, she vaguely wondered if this was what it was like for Lily.
Without warning, she grimaced and then moaned, leaning forward slightly. The next thing anyone knew, there was a hiss and then a two-second splattering as Angelica peed her panties in another micro-wetting, gritting her teeth and breathing heavily as she did so. Her urine splattered over the floor, splashing her hospital socks and sending a few trickles down her legs.
The nurse saw what had happened and took on a matronly tone. “Okay. Well then, let’s get you cleaned up and then you can go back to resting. And you can call us if you need any more help with anything, including getting to the toilet. That’s why we’re here.” She reached back and pushed the button on the bed again. Then, addressing Lily, she asked gently, “Do you have anything to change into, hon?”
Lily took a second to reply. She was still shocked at seeing Angelica wet herself in response to seeing her accident. Normally it was the other way around. Could some of her sympathetic condition be rubbing off on Angelica? That sounded like her worst nightmare. Even now, with a recently emptied bladder, her insides quivered in response to seeing Angelica lose control of her bodily functions. She realized with a start that she hadn’t answered the question and snapped her gaping mouth shut before opening it again to reply, “Uh…oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ve got a bag. With me.”
The nurse nodded before proceeding. “I’ll just get this one cleaned up, then the bathroom’s all yours.” She resumed her pilgrimage with Angelica on her arm. At that point, a nurse’s aide appeared in the doorway. The nurse addressed him, “Can we get the bedsheets changed here? And call a janitor to clean up the floor as well.” He nodded and disappeared again.
As Angelica passed by Lily, she breathed out a quiet, “Sorry, Lil.” Then she and the nurse were in the bathroom, and the door cut them off from sight, leaving Lily by herself. She took a deep breath and stared down at the tiny puddle left by Angelica, then turned her head to face her own much larger one. Did she just make Angie have an accident? That wasn’t how it worked. That wasn’t how it went at all. And then, despite having already peed herself, her intestines were still unsettled. The memories of their disastrous trip to Fright Manor resurfaced, and how even after she’d wet her pants, she ended up soiling them—but not until Angelica had. As if on cue, she could feel her bowels rumble, and then another fart trumpeted out. She instantly grabbed her behind and bit her lip. No. No, no, no. She couldn’t let history repeat itself.
Butt still clenched, she shuffled back to Angelica’s side of the room to grab some spare clothes from her bag. While there, more gas slipped out unbidden, each burst threatening to bring something more with it. She had to squeeze her muscles as tightly as possible to stay in control. The cooling wetness now clinging to her skin on her legs and especially all around her private parts was only making it worse.
New clothes in hand, she speed walked back to the other side of the room by the bathroom. Now she had to wait until it was free. In theory it wouldn’t take that long for Angie to simply get new underwear on and a new hospital gown, but every second, Lily’s psychological resolve was slipping. She knew she should resist the urge to knock on the door, since they would be out as soon as they could. But there was Angelica’s miniature pool on the floor, and there was her own large pool on the floor, now spreading out under the other patient’s bed, and soon a janitor would be coming in to clean up both and he’d see them both, and here she was in soaked and dripping pants…
More gas came squeaking out of her rear, and this time, her fears were validated. As her flatulence exited, she could feel something solid begin to stretch open her sphincter. With her clothes under her arm and panic on her face, she grabbed her cheeks with both hands, trying to physically hold them closed. A whimper emerged from where she was biting her lip, doing everything in her power to keep from humiliating herself further.
At that point, the bathroom door opened, and Angelica and the nurse stepped out. Without any explanation, Lily quickly brushed past them and slammed the door. She yanked her pants down as far as they would go, though they were still clinging to her skin in their wet state, and expelled the contents of her rectum forcefully and with a splash and great relief into the safety of the toilet bowl.
She drew a hand across her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes and letting out a long sigh of dissipating tension. Then she finished up her business and set about to changing her pants. As she peeled them off, she could see on the seat of her panties a smushed brown stain. So, she hadn’t fully made it in time. Still, she consoled herself, it could have been much worse. Better to avoid a full-fledged accident, regardless of any minor leaks, right? Right. And since she needed to change her underwear anyway, it was just as well. For now, the important thing was to get into dry clothes and attempt to get more sleep. She still had no idea what time it was.
Once she was done putting on her dry pants, she stepped back out. The janitor was there, mopping up her puddle. She tried to avoid eye contact and feign ignorance of what had happened, but she knew her face was red. And the other patient was still awake, and still staring.
~*~*~*~*~
When the next morning came, Lily was awoken by the hustle and bustle of activity that takes place at any given moment on a hospital floor. Angelica was brought breakfast and medicine and had her vital signs checked, the nurse (a different one from during the night) telling her that she would likely be discharged by around eight o’clock. Lily checked the time on her phone. It was 7:32.
Angelica, on the other hand, was already awake. She was naturally an earlier riser, but ever since the incident in the middle of the night, she hadn’t ever fully fallen back asleep. Her bladder felt irritated constantly, and just when she thought she might succeed in dozing off, it sent of signals that it needed to be emptied. Every time, she would painstakingly get up, shuffle over to the bathroom, delicately remove her underwear, and slowly position herself over the toilet, only to find there was little more than a few squirts inside her. Then it would be back to bed, only to repeat the process twenty or thirty minutes later. It was awful.
Now it was the day she should be going home, and the sooner, the better. In her exhausted and sleep-deprived state, it seemed as though all her problems would go away if only she could be at her own home, in her own bed, with her family. She ate her breakfast slowly. It was surprisingly good, for a hospital meal, but it still felt sterile and mechanical. She could remember the taste of freshly baked muffins, and it made her all the more eager to be able to leave. Lily had disappeared to find her own breakfast by now, probably from the hospital cafeteria. Angelica just hoped Lily would be back not a second later than when she received her discharge.
Once she finished with her breakfast, she sat still and waited impatiently. Lily came back after three more minutes, finishing the last of a breakfast burrito. When Angelica asked, Lily told her the time. 7:56. It felt as though it had been longer than that.
Conversation continued between the two of them, but they never shook the feeling that it was only there to fill the time, and as such, it never continued of its own accord. Besides, Angelica still felt thoroughly enervated from her restless night. She wondered languidly if she should call Brian again, and Lily suggested doing it on the ride home. His school was too far away for him to have been able to come and see Angelica in the hospital, and even though it wasn’t his fault, she knew he felt terrible about it. The good news was that they would be able to see each other over Christmas break. If I ever get out of here, at least. Eight o’clock had come and gone, and now neither girl knew how long of a wait it would be.
At long last, at nearly 8:20, the doctor briskly strode in, a tall, crow-like figure, with a nurse in tow. His voice rang out, full of lively confidence. “Good morning, Miss Carpenter.” He approached the side of her bed and fixed her with a gaze of appraisal. “And how are we feeling this morning? I believe someone is due to be going home today.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile weakly, one corner of her mouth lifting. “So, we’ll just be doing a few more checks and getting you a prescription for antibiotics, and you should be all set.” He produced a sheaf of papers from under his arm. “I have your discharge papers right here. We just need to go over a few things.”
Angelica seemed to demonstrate all the patience of a saint, sitting quietly and giving the occasional nod to what the doctor was saying. To Lily, though, it all felt like it was taking more time than necessary. From what she could tell, most of what the doctor was talking about was just rehashing what Angelica could just read in the discharge papers. It was probably a legal requirement. She decided the best thing to do would be to make sure everything was packed up. She grabbed both of their phone chargers, then politely slipped up by Angelica’s bed to collect the books. There, all done. Now just stuff them into Angelica’s bag, and—
She stopped abruptly. She knew Angie had had to change her underwear last night, but there, tucked away in the far corner of her bag, was not one pair of damp panties, but three. She swallowed and turned a cautious gaze back toward the bed. Angelica still appeared tranquil and unruffled, if a bit bedraggled. Had she had more than one accident during her time here?
A sympathetic twinge in her bladder made Lily grunt and squeeze her thighs together. She probably shouldn’t have had the large coffee with her breakfast burrito. She was just about to run off to the bathroom when she heard the doctor say, “All right! That should take care of everything. Let’s get you dressed and ready to go.” She hurriedly procured a pair of pants and a bra and turtleneck for Angelica, who was by now being helped out of the bed by the nurse. They slowly made their way to the bathroom again, where, after a few minutes, they emerged with Angelica fully dressed. Lily was surprised, however, to see that the IV was still in Angelica’s arm. “Aren’t you going to take that out?”
The nurse replied patiently, “We’re still finalizing her discharge. The doctor still needs to get her prescription written up, plus the meds she’ll be taking home. It shouldn’t take too long, so for now, we’ll just be heading downstairs to the lobby. Someone will be by shortly to get her the rest of what she needs, and we’ll take this out then.” She gently tapped the line in the crook of Angelica’s elbow, where her turtleneck sleeve was rolled up.
Lily nodded a quick “okay” and made a move to go into the bathroom herself, but the nurse had by now unfolded a wheelchair from somewhere and had Angelica sit in it. Then, carefully handling both the IV pole and the wheelchair handles, she started wheeling Angelica away, evidently expecting Lily to follow.
Lily had to hastily grab their bags and catch up. She didn’t realize their departure would be so sudden. Most likely they were trying to empty the bed as quickly as possible. She quickly closed the gap between them, panting a little bit as if she had been rushing to catch a flight, with the two bags hanging off her shoulders. The nurse led them into an elevator, down to the ground floor, and then had them sit off to the side in the waiting area. “Stay right here. Someone should be by in just a few minutes.” Then she was gone.
Lily took a seat next to Angelica and let down her bags, breathing deeply. “We’re parked out in the overnight parking lot. It’s not far from here. Then we’ll be going home.” She smiled, hoping to cheer Angelica up, who had looked increasingly miserable over the last several minutes.
Angelica merely nodded. “I’m so tired, Lil.” Her head was lolling over, but there was no way to support it while in a wheelchair. “I didn’t sleep well at all.”
Lily, who had not only slept better but also consumed a large coffee, nodded in empathy but not at all in sympathy. She was beginning to feel downright jittery and was having a hard time sitting still. This was not entirely due to the caffeine, however. The quantity of liquid and the diuretic effect it had meant her bladder’s contents were steadily and exigently increasing. She wiggled her bottom into the chair, not wanting to leave Angelica by herself right now. Once she got her discharge all completed, then they could both go use the toilet before getting on the road. The nurse promised it wouldn’t be too much longer.
Unfortunately, as the minutes ticked by, she couldn’t help but grow more and more restless. Angelica wasn’t up for conversation by this time, being too exhausted, and instead merely sat there with her eyes closed in an expression of longsuffering befitting a statue of a saint or a yogi. Lily tried occupying herself with her phone, but she was never able to distract herself from the obvious reality that she was only doing this to try to distract herself, and she ended up putting it away. Four times she pulled it out for a few minutes, only to slip it back into her pocket shortly afterwards. By now, they had probably been sitting here for nearly half an hour.
She stretched her neck, looking around for anyone to talk to, and then let out a sigh and slapped her hands down on the armrests of the chair. “This is getting ridiculous. I’m going to see what’s taking so long.” Angelica didn’t answer beyond a deep exhalation, and Lily pushed herself and walked over to the reception desk. It felt good to stretch her legs after sitting so long; however, the movement also subconsciously cued her bladder into thinking relief was near, and once she was up, her need to go spiked. Walking wasn’t so bad, but once she had to stand still at the desk, she had to take a deep breath to keep in control.
The receptionist fixed her with a face of dispassionate professionalism. “Hello, how can I help you?”
Lily shuffled her legs one over the other, rubbing her thighs together. “Hi, yeah, um, my friend was supposed to be discharged this morning, and we were told that someone would be bringing her the rest of her papers, I think—also, she still has her IV in? Anyway,”—here she needed to cross one leg over the other—“um, do you know if anyone’s coming to do that?”
The receptionist nodded and turned her attention to the computer screen. “Sure thing. What’s your friend’s name?”
“Angelica Carpenter. She’s sitting right over there, in the wheelchair.”
The receptionist nodded without looking up and continued typing. Then she picked up her phone and punched in a few digits. While she waited for a response, Lily had to uncross her legs and cross them again the other way, her need to pee impossible to ignore at this point. After several seconds, the receptionist spoke into the phone, “Hi, can you tell me what the status is for the discharge of Angelica Carpenter?” She took care to enunciate the name clearly. “Carpenter. Yes. Her friend is here, and she says that someone was supposed to follow up on them. Okay. All right, great. Thanks.” She hung up and turned back to Lily. “They told me someone’s on their way down right now.”
Lily grinned and squeezed her legs together. “Great! Thanks!” She strode back to where Angelica was sitting and flopped back into her chair. Even though she had to use the bathroom pretty badly at this point, she would have to wait until Angie got taken care of. “Good news, Angie,” she led off. “They said someone’s coming down right now.”
Angelica again said nothing, but simply cracked open one eye and then closed it again. Even for being tired, this was unusual behavior for her. Lily leaned forward, a look of concern crossing her face. “Hey, Angie, are you okay? You don’t seem all right.”
It was at this point that Lily noticed that Angelica’s hands, instead of being discreetly folded in her lap, were in fact wedged between her legs. Did—did she have to pee, too? Before Lily could even ask, Angelica moaned out a reply. “No, I’m not. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Lil, but ever since yesterday, I’ve been needing to pee pretty much all the time. Even once I do, it still feels like I need to go.” She let out a plaintive whimper. “And it hurts when I pee, too. But it also hurts to hold it, and—and it’s harder to hold it, too.”
Her voice was tremulous and laced with pain. Lily swallowed, unease over her sympathetic condition eclipsed by worry for her best friend. It didn’t stop her bladder from spasming in response, though, and she quickly jammed a hand into her own crotch. “Well, let’s go find a bathroom, then. You shouldn’t have to wait and suffer like this.” She placed her free hand on Angelica’s shoulder, ready to stand and wheel her to the nearest restroom.
Right at that moment, though, a figure seemed to materialize at Angelica’s side. A deep, masculine voice boomed out, “Angelica Carpenter? I have your paperwork and medication right here.” Lily quickly pulled her hand out from her groin and then clamped her lips shut tightly, willing down the surge in desperate pain that rose up as a result. Angelica didn’t show as much urgency, but she didn’t move her hands, either. Instead, for the first time in a while, she opened her eyes and looked up. The nurse beside her handed her a bulging manila envelope. “Your paperwork and instructions are in there. There’s also bottle of antibiotics, with a prescription to get them refilled.” He smiled cordially. “Is there anything you need before you go, any questions you have?” He moved his hands in a gesture to indicate the generality of his question.
Lily crossed one leg over the other, trying to hide her skittishness. “I, uh, I think we’re fine. Right, Angie? Fine?” Her leg was bouncing up and down at this point.
Angelica gave a weary nod, and the nurse gave a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Let me just get this out for you.” He produced a pair of gloves and a Band-Aid. After clamping off the IV, he peeled off the medical tape holding the IV catheter in place, making Angelica wince. But then, so smoothly that she could hardly feel it, he pulled it out of Angelica’s arm and covered the spot with the Band-Aid. After nearly thirty-six hours of being attached to it, she was finally free. The nurse straightened back up. “All right. All done. You’re good to go.” He flashed another smile and thumbs-up and then turned to leave.
Lily knew they didn’t have any time to waste. Her own pee was throbbing inside her by now, and Angelica was probably in much worse pain. Hopping to her feet, she slung the bags haphazardly over her shoulders and seized the wheelchair handles. She restrained herself from running, but nevertheless kept her pace a good deal brisker than leisurely.
There was the sign for restrooms. Follow that. Walking was, thankfully, helping her stay in control. Still, she had to keep her thigh muscles tight, her toes curling, and that made it harder to move quickly. She bit her lip. They were close now. Just had to make it.
Turning the corner, she was met by the glorious sight of the women’s restroom, its wide wooden door promising deliverance. She parked the wheelchair right in front of it. “We’re here, Angie. Come on, let me help you.” She held out her hand.
Angelica slowly removed one hand from her crotch, using it to take Lily’s, but kept the other one firmly in place. As she stood with halting and drawn out movement, she winced and grimaced again. Lily was struck by another pang of compassion for her friend, but also by a pang of something else much more visceral. She rubbed her thighs together and squeezed her legs tight. If she had been by herself, she would immediately race into the bathroom and hop on a toilet. But she needed to help Angelica first. I can make it. I can make it. I’m so close. We can both make it.
Angelica moved stiffly, pain outlined in her face. With Lily’s arm around her, they pushed through the heavy door into the restroom. Being inside the bathroom suddenly made it so much worse, and Lily had to briefly bend over a little, doing her best to hold it without any free hands to help. She just needed to get Angelica to a stall, and then she could go pee.
They shuffled painstakingly over to the handicapped stall. By this time, Angelica was gritting her teeth and sucking the air through them. Lily felt awful for her, but they were so close now! They were so close! And now Angelica was at the stall door, and Lily let go of her hand. They had made it!
But just then, standing in the doorway to the bathroom stall, Angelica took one look at the toilet and let out a guttural moan. She bent over, using her free hand to support herself on the stall wall, and lost all power to hold back anymore.
A hiss could be heard resounding off the tiles of the bathroom as Angelica wet her pants. The faint noise was frequently interrupted by her gasps of pain, her countenance a mask of agony. She stood there, unmoving, unable to focus enough to even make an attempt to cut off the flow and finish in the toilet bowl. Instead, her dark jeans grew even darker underneath her butt, a shiny stain spreading down under both thighs and then sprinkling over the floor, the splattering sound echoing through the confined space. Even with losing control, she felt no relief, only the cruel burning of her pee as it flowed out of her. The pee patch drifted lower and lower down her legs until it met the cuff at her right ankle, where it spilled out, soaking her sock and gushing out into her puddle.
As soon as Lily heard the hiss, she knew it was too late. She grabbed herself and bent over, biting down hard on her lip, as her own bladder pulled itself tighter and tighter until it felt like it would surely explode. And then, as it always did, her sphincter gave up, like post-workout muscles that have lost all ability to obey commands. A high-pitched whine of panic slipped out of her, “No, Angie, no, no, no, no, no,” before trailing off into a squeak as her own urinary system followed Angelica’s example.
Pee began shooting into her underwear, immediately soaking through it and spreading up in front and back. A second later, she could feel her hands grow warm and wet as a dark stain emerged from behind them, inexorably forcing its borders outward. She gasped and cried out, but her psychological barriers had been breached, and she was unable to stop herself. The hot liquid flooded down her legs, the tight fabric of her jeans pressing the scalding moistness right up against her skin and making the obvious wetness of the cloth spread out from the inside of her legs until it stretched entirely around her calves to meet on the outside. She could hear the loud cacophony of her accident splashing noisily on the floor, and it only made her pee even harder. Already Angelica’s puddle was a sizeable one, a cloudy, irregular lake of tepid humiliation, and now Lily was giving her a run for her money with her own.
Angelica didn’t move until she was completely empty, breathing heavily the whole time. Lily, on the other hand, bobbed and twisted for a while before realizing it was useless, and then merely stood there like Angelica, not moving until she was finished. By the time both of them were done, they had each peed for nearly twenty seconds. Angelica’s pants sported a wet stain that, while clearly visible, was not extraordinarily large, and they were already dark to begin with. Lily, on the other hand—she had utterly soaked her jeans. The wetness formed a broad patch over her crotch in the front and completely outlined the contours of her buttocks in the back. Both girls stood there, dripping, with their drenched shoes making ripples in their merged, seven-foot-wide puddle. At least they were the only ones in the bathroom.
It was Lily who broke the dejected silence. “Let’s get cleaned up, Angie, so we can go home.” Home. It was the place filled with family and love and good memories and homemade food and their own beds—and a washer and dryer.
~Aftermath~
Changing their clothes in the bathroom was a slow, difficult process. The good thing was that they could do so in the privacy of the stalls, so that by the time the door opened and someone came in, all they heard was a yelp of surprise, followed by a swift exit. Provided no one actually saw them in their wet clothes, they’d be in the clear.
Lily finished changing first, sitting on the toilet after disrobing just to make sure she had truly peed out everything she had. Once she was done, she went to check on Angelica. Angelica had managed to get out of her wet things and into new underwear, but couldn’t do the bending necessary to get her clean pants up, meaning Lily had to help her. There was nothing that either of them could do about their soaked shoes, which was unfortunate, especially considering there was snow on the ground outside. By the time they both were able to leave the restroom, the wheelchair was nowhere to be found, so they both had to make the slow trek out to Lily’s car in squelching footwear.
The drive home was uneventful as well, save only for the fact that they had to stop at least once every forty minutes for Angelica to be able to go to the bathroom. Lily joined her each time, both to give her any help she needed and to use the toilet herself, just to be on the safe side. Other than that, the trip passed with next to no conversation, since Angelica spent most of it asleep, or at least trying to be.
It was after several days of being home and recovering fairly well that it became undeniable that there was actually something wrong with Angelica’s bladder, and that her frequent urges to urinate and pain upon doing so weren’t simply a side effect of her surgery. She was feeling much more herself in every way, except her bladder problems were not subsiding. Thus it was that she found herself going back to a doctor after less than a week out of the hospital to have herself checked out. The news came back: all her symptoms were consistent with a urinary tract infection, and a pretty severe one at that, since she was already on antibiotics when she got it. The doctor didn’t seem at all fazed, telling her and her parents that a UTI was the most common kind of infection to pick up while in a hospital, though the word he used was “nosocomial.” The result was that Angelica got a prescription for trimethoprim/sulfamethoxazole to combat the bacteria and phenazopyridine to alleviate the discomfort. The doctor did add, though, that since the infection appeared to be flourishing while Angelica was already on antibiotics, she would need to come in for follow-up visits to ensure they were able to eradicate it. In the end, the phenazopyridine turned out to be a godsend for taking away the burning; though, as the doctor warned her, it did turn her urine bright orange, which was weird to see for the first time.
Several weeks later, though, and she was, by all accounts, fully recovered from her appendectomy and mostly recovered from her UTI. The frequent urges to go had gone away, and the only lingering symptom was one of not being able to hold it for as long once she did have to go. She had actually had a close call when getting the staples removed from her scars about a week prior, only barely making it to the toilet in time once the nurse had finished the procedure. Now she would have no more post-op visits, and hopefully only one more appointment about her urinary tract infection.
That could wait, though. Today, it was Christmas Day, and she was happy. The morning had passed with a lot of celebration, with her, Patrick, and their parents opening gifts and eating a hearty Christmas breakfast. Then, as the day lapsed into the lazy afternoon hours, Patrick had left with a spring in his step, like a little boy on…well, Christmas, to go by Erin’s house and put his proposal plan into motion. They had all crossed their fingers for him, even though they had no doubt she would say yes. The last thing they saw before he pulled out of the driveway was the look on his face, one of joyful eagerness, the conqueror rushing to claim his prize.
That face stayed with Angelica into the afternoon, even as she sat by the fireplace and read the copy of The Grapes of Wrath that she’d been given. She remembered when Brian had first asked her to be his girlfriend, and how she had seen him wear that same expression. Hearing Patrick talk about Erin, it was obvious how deeply in love with her he was, how much he was willing to give of himself for her. She wondered—was it similarly obvious to Brian’s family how important she was to him? Lily’s directive still resounded in the back of her mind: “You need to marry that man.”
Winter darkness fell early, and Angelica realized she had been too distracted to make nearly any progress in her book. She set it down, stretched, stood, and wandered into the kitchen. There, her mother was busily finishing the last touches on the turkey before it went into the oven. She noticed Angelica and looked up with a smile. “There. Now, I don’t know if Patrick’ll be back here in time for dinner or not, but I’m not going to make the rest of us wait to eat. Whenever he does come back, though…” She opened the refrigerator and extracted a bottle of champagne.
Angelica laughed. “You’re a week early, mom. Shouldn’t we be having something more Christmassy? Like…wassail or something?”
Her mom gave her a bemused look. “Ange, I have no idea what wassail even is.”
“Figgy pudding?”
Her mom laughed heartily. “Right, and who would eat it? No one in this family likes figs!”
Angelica smiled, one corner of her mouth rising jocularly. “Eh, we’d do it anyway. It would be our duty as supportive family members.”
Both of them laughed this time, as her mother stowed the bubbly away again. “And when do we ever drink champagne? It’s fitting this time. We have something to celebrate. We’re gaining a new daughter.” Despite her smile, a quaver came into her voice and her eyes started watering. “Oh dear. There I go. Listen, dinner won’t be ready for a while, so why don’t you go out for a walk for a bit? I think it’s just starting to snow.”
Angelica looked out the window to see that her mother was correct. It wasn’t the first thing that would cross her mind to do, but she’d been sitting around for hours now. She went and bundled herself up in her winter coat, mittens, earmuffs, and snow boots, then exited into the winter wonderland.
Her breath showed up in frosty puffs, each one lit up by the streetlights and the almost-full moon overhead. The stars were mostly obscured by the clouds that were now blanketing her street in white magic, and the evening was silent with the fairylike hush that only falling snow can produce. The only sounds audible were the crunching of snow under her feet and her own breathing. The frigid air was bringing the blood to her cheeks and nose, and snowflakes kept catching on her eyelashes. It truly was a beautiful night—a white Christmas. The only way it could be better would be if Brian—
Then something caught her eye. She wasn’t alone. On the path ahead of her was a man walking her direction. Normally, such a thing wouldn’t stand out, but this man was walking very oddly, as if he were trying in vain to appear casual. Also, something about him looked familiar…
Then it clicked, sending her running as fast as one can in slippery snow towards him with a cry of jubilation. As soon as he saw her start running, he began to run as well, arms wide to receive her.
Once they met, he swept her off the ground in a hug, spinning her once, then twice, then slipping and sending them both into the snowbank on the third spin. Lying in the freezing pile of snow, laughing and breathless, they leaned in and kissed.
Brian (it hardly needs to be said who it was) was first on his feet, helping Angelica up. He grinned boyishly. “Surprised to see me?”
Angelica was still catching her breath. “Um, yes! Of course! I had no idea you were going to be here! You came here to surprise me?” He nodded impishly, grinning broadly. “Wait, did my mom know about this? I knew it was a little weird for her to suddenly suggest I go for a walk!” They both laughed again, and then Brian held her mittened hand in his own as they resumed walking, chatting in the manner that sweethearts do. Much as she was happy to be with Brian, however, Angelica did feel a bit of chagrin upon noting that they were walking away from the house. She hadn’t been to the bathroom before leaving for her walk, and now she was starting to feel the urge to go.
Brian led her on a casual, circuitous route down her block and around the neighborhood. In the ambient lights from the various Christmas decorations, sparkling and refracted as they were through the myriad prismatic snow crystals in the air, Brian’s profile was utterly captivating. His strong jawline, now sporting several days’ worth of beard, which only made it more attractive; his nose; his smile; his eyes. Oh, those eyes. It was hard for her to look at anything else, and she blushed as she realized that he seemed to be equally enthralled by her.
They talked as they walked, though not about anything in particular. It didn’t matter. Angelica at least was more than content to drift through this Hallmark movie setting, this winter wonderland, with her beau holding her hand and no other thoughts or distractions. They could chat, laugh, then share deep thoughts and then have spaces of satisfied, peaceful silence—and then do it all over again. She could picture them both as an old married couple, having a walk just like this on a Christmas night just like this. There, now—there she went, thinking about marriage again. They had been dating for six months. Wasn’t it a bit premature?
Or was it?
This thought derailed her from paying attention to anything Brian was saying with its sheer force of giddy excitement. Try as she might to focus herself again, it stayed ever present, like an energetic puppy. Why were they dating, after all, unless to see if they wanted to marry each other? And they had established that they both loved each other; and they had clicked so well otherwise. What else was there to wait for?
Still, just because she felt like that, it was no guarantee Brian did, too. And six months was a short amount of time. It was probably just the storybook quality of tonight’s setting and events that even suggested the thought to her in the first place.
Unfortunately, the thrilling notion was also stirring up in her another distraction. As they had walked, her need to pee had only grown, and thinking about marrying Brian was making it worse. The high emotion was making her continuously filling bladder twitch and twinge. Every so often, she had to give her muscles a quick clench, and it was making her legs tense up as they walked. At least they seemed to be heading back to her house now.
As they turned the corner onto her street, Brian sniffled and chuckled. “You know, I still haven’t given you your Christmas present.”
Angelica took a second to reply, having to bite down on her lip and squeeze her thighs closed. The lingering effects of her UTI meant she would have to go back inside and use a bathroom soon. “That’s okay. I still haven’t given you yours, either.”
Brian seemed oddly silent, as though he were waiting for a cue. Then he spoke, “But, to tell you the truth, I was waiting for the right moment.” He paused again as they continued walking, nearly back at Angelica’s house now. She gave him a sidelong quizzical look, waiting for him to go on. In the snowy silence, her pee throbbed again inside her, and she gave her thigh a quick grab.
As the seconds ticked by of his cryptic words hanging in the air without explanation, Angelica broke the tension. “Well…when will that moment be? What’s your gift?”
Brian didn’t answer right away, nor did he even make eye contact. He instead seemed to be surveying their surroundings, as if watching for something. Then, when they were directly in front of Angelica’s house, he suddenly stopped, turned to stand across from her, and took both her hands in his. “Angie,” he led off tentatively, “I love you.”
Her eyes searched his face, a sense of gravity suddenly making it hard for her to breathe. Additionally, her urine now felt like a ten-pound weight, and she didn’t think her sphincter could hold on for much longer. She needed a pee break! But his gaze was still penetrating her, and she had to respond. “I love you too, Brian. You know that.”
He took a deep breath, his eyes dropping to the ground. Then he took another and laughed nervously. Angelica merely watched him, wondering what he was about to do. In the dark and the stillness, her bladder quivered again, and she had to quickly cross one leg over the other. If her hands were free, she’d be using them to rub her thighs by now.
Brian shook his head and laughed again, then took another deep breath and looked back up at her. In his eyes she could see a glint of heroic daring, like the look of a man about to charge into battle on the front lines of a righteous war. She could only guess what her own expression was like. But her breath was bated, and her legs were shaking, and she had to hear what he was about to say, but she was about to wet her pants…
And then he spoke. “Angie, I love you more than I can say. I know we’ve only been dating for six months, but you…you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and—and I don’t deserve you. But—but Angie, I promise—”
As he was speaking, he began lowering himself. Angelica gasped and felt tears filling her eyes, stunned disbelief making her heart start racing as Brian finished settling himself down on one knee.
“I promise that I will always love you. I promise that I will always protect you and provide for you. And—and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Here his voice began to crack, and he produced a ring box from his pocket. He snapped it open, revealing a narrow band of gold adorned with a single small diamond, perfectly elegant in its simplicity. “Angie,” he breathed deeply again, “Angie, will you marry me?”
The tears spilled over, and Angelica couldn’t control herself. Happy sobs of joy shook her chest as she nodded fiercely. “Yes, Brian. Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you.”
At the same time, she also couldn’t control the flow further down. As the tears flooded out of her eyes, a powerful jet of urine flooded into her underwear, past the defenses of her crossed legs and tightly clenched butt cheeks. She could feel it heat up her panties before almost instantly going cold. It was just a short leak, so probably nothing would be visible, especially since her crotch was hidden under her winter coat, but at this rate, it wouldn’t stop at just one spurt.
Brian beamed radiantly and pulled off her left mitten. He slid the ring up onto her finger, where it sat a trifle too loosely. To Angelica, though, it felt just right. She gazed at it coruscating in the Christmas night and couldn’t stop crying.
Then Brian was back on his feet and kissing her. Once his lips were pressed against hers, she felt a spike of pain in her lower abdomen, followed by another leak. This one was substantially bigger, lasting nearly three seconds, and she could feel the heat spread out around her crotch and under her rear end, descending the inside of her right thigh, also. If she didn’t run to a bathroom right now, she was going to totally soak herself. Even as they kissed, she could feel her legs shaking ferociously. The fact that the hot wetness almost instantly went cold all around her private parts only made things worse.
Then Brian stopped kissing her and pulled her into a hug instead. She laughed, still fabulously happy, but she could tell her face was turning red. As he squeezed her tightly against himself, she could feel a trickle start dribbling out and pooling in her panties again. It then began snaking down her legs, and she knew that her coat could only conceal so much, and at this rate she would not only have an accident in front of Brian but also have to explain it to her family. No. Better to minimize the damage and only pee her pants in front of Brian, instead of embarrassing herself in front of her family also.
With a push that was more forceful than she intended, she shoved Brian off herself and hiked up her coat. As soon as she did so, her bladder took its cue to start peeing full force. With her coat held above her waist with both hands, she squatted down and went to the bathroom in her pants. Within seconds, the voluble hissing urine entirely drenched the seat of her pants, not a dry spot to be found on her butt. Then her pee began to shoot through the saturated fabric, spraying out from her posterior into the fresh snow on the street. A cloud of steam went up from the hot golden liquid, now puddling into a melted-out cavity in the otherwise pristine whiteness. It gushed out of her with a hiss and splattered in the snow with a slushy spluttering sound, the only things audible in the hush of the softly falling flakes.
Angelica held this position for the first seven or so seconds of her accident before having to plant her left hand down in the snowdrift to maintain her balance, wincing as the bare skin met the frozen surface. Her rear end was only inches off the ground, and she had to keep from toppling over into her own yellow pool. With her left hand pressed into the snow, though, her pee puddle ended up growing until it enveloped her hand. The warmth was a welcome change from the painfully icy touch of the sleet, but she blushed further upon contemplating that this was the hand her whole family would be asking to see. Brian’s ring wasn’t the only gold she wore on it anymore.
Brian had been caught off guard by Angelica’s sudden urination and simply stood there, stunned, for a few seconds. Then he gathered his composure enough to crouch down beside her, helping to hold her steady with an arm on her shoulder. After she had been peeing for close to eight seconds, he asked a flat, “UTI?”
Angelica nodded, still breathing heavily from the relief. She let out a croaking “Yeah.”
A pause. The splashing continued. “I didn’t mean to make you hold it.”
“I know. Don’t worry about it. At least this way, my coat can hide the evidence.”
Brian made a face that roughly translated to “well, you’re not wrong,” and said nothing. The last of the contents of her bladder now draining out, Angelica squeezed her abdominal muscles to get out anything that was left, then pushed with her left hand to straighten up. Brian helped her get to her feet. Once up, she did a quick bounce and gave her bottom a shake to dislodge any tenacious drips, then pulled her coat back down, smoothing it in front and back. She turned back and forth in front of Brian. “What do you think?”
He watched, his face knitted with slight discomfort, before nodding that her accident wasn’t visible. She nodded back, satisfied, then held up her left hand. The wet sheen from her pee was distinctly obvious. She chuckled self-deprecatingly, one side of her mouth lifting wryly. “Well, I’m sorry about your ring, Brian.” He laughed in response, and then both of them joined in genuine jubilant mirth. The giddy happiness of the moment, combined with the utter ridiculousness of their current circumstances, broke down any tension and drove them into fits of raucous guffaws. She laughed so hard that she had to hold on to Brian for support, her face red and aching from the wonderful hilarity of it, and thought that if she hadn’t just peed herself minutes before, she would be now.
Finally, their outburst of joy subsided, and Angelica wiped her eyes with her mittened hand. “We’d really better go inside now. These wet clothes are freezing!” She then bent over, sticking her left hand in a patch of untainted snow to clean it off. Once she was done, she wiped it off on her coat as best as she could, though the skin was now an angry red from the cold.
“Here.” Brian slid her mitten back on. “Ready to go show everyone?” He held out an arm.
She took it, a playful grin taking over one cheek. “Ready.” Together, the two of them strode confidently and exuberantly back to Angelica’s house.
Once inside, she found that not only was Patrick already back and champagne opened for him, but also that everyone else in her family had already known about Brian’s plan. Angelica’s mom gushed over the ring and cried, Patrick gave both her and Brian a big hug, and Angelica’s dad shook Brian’s hand. Nobody noticed anything amiss about Angelica’s pants, and she was careful not to remove her coat while still downstairs. She made up an excuse about needing the bathroom and slipped away as soon as she could. While peeling herself out of her wet clothes, she admired her ring again and knew she would have to tell Lily all about this.
Once she was back from changing into her pajamas, she found that her mother had another bottle of champagne, this one specifically to celebrate her and Brian. “Just think,” she said, her eyes weepy with maternal gladness, “both of my children, getting engaged on the same day. There really couldn’t be a better Christmas gift.”
Patrick hugged her with one arm as she began to be choked up again and used the other to raise his glass. “To family!” he said, his voice ringing out with a rich tintinnabulary timbre fitting for the occasion.
The rest all raised their glasses in response, and Brian leaned in to kiss Angelica again. “To family!” they all cheered.
And as dinner was eaten and their merrymaking continued into the night, they all agreed that it truly was the very best Christmas any of them had ever had. |
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