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Hello All,
This is a little story I wrote for someone on the forum. Sadly, we don't chat much anymore, but I've changed the names and figured you all might enjoy it. There are some fairly smutty descriptions of sex in this story, so consider yourself warned. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It's long, but I think worth the read.
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The one-time trist had evolved from the office to the bedroom and everywhere in between. Luke and Annie were seeing each other every second they could, while still doing everything in their power to keep it secret. Luke couldn’t be seen taking favorites in his class, even though Annie was constantly the best in his subject. Sometimes she would make simple mistakes while they were working on problems and then she would stick out her ass towards him, waiting for him to spank it. He loved doing so, and his office hours became shorter and shorter until he hardly ever held them at all. Any moment he could have his hands on her body was the best moment.
The long summer days with sweaty bodies intertwined were giving way to cooler autumn months and late October was turning the trees red with the promise of winter.
“Alright everyone, listen up.” Luke addressed the class at the end of the lecture. Annie was seated directly in the front, her tight leggings showing no sign of panties underneath. Just as he liked her. “We have a test on Friday.” A groan followed. “I know, I know. It’s Halloween and the last place you want to be is in a lecture hall at 5PM taking a test. So I’m going to make things interesting for you!” He announced. The crowd perked up, a quiet mumble over taking the annoyance. Even Annie raised an eyebrow, as she was normally well aware of his lesson plans. He smiled to himself as she looked surprised
“This year, we are having a costume contest. Best costume gets 10 points of extra credit on the exam. This exam is worth 30% of your grade, so get crafty and we will see who wins! See you all on Friday!” The class trickled out, with a few lingering students approaching Luke to speak with him about their grades, extra credit, all things that mattered to him much less than Annie. When they finally left, she was standing there with her hands behind her back, swaying her hips.
“God, they took forever.” She mused, putting her palms down on the desk and leaning forward to kiss him. It was a familiar kiss, but one that still sent a jolt through his body. He breathed in deeply, taking in her perfect scent. “I’ve got to go, class in 20 minutes across campus, but I’m excited to see your Halloween costume.” She winked at him before packing up her things and heading for the door.
“What’s your rush?” He asked, blocking her path.
“I have to pee, really really badly, professor. You don’t want me to wet myself, do you?” She pouted playfully as she wiggled her hips again, displaying her desperation before pushing past him and heading to the bathroom. Luke was left longing to tear her clothes off and take her right there on the desk in the lecture hall. They had tried it once, but they had almost been caught and agreed only to sneak back in the evenings.
The week was busy, and Annie was only able to come over to his house for a few minutes on Thursday evening. She came over bubbly and excited.
“I can’t wait to show you my costume tomorrow, sir.” She said, seated at the foot of the bed with her hands tied. She was sitting there as her master undressed and showered. It was her position to wait in for as long as he saw fit. Some nights, he would finally return to her to find her surrounded by a puddle. He had waited too long and she had given up the fight against her bladder. Some nights, he returned to find her dripping wet in anticipation and pleasure, waiting for him to take her and make her his.
“I’m excited to see it as well.” Said Luke as he excited the shower and put his entire body on display for his good girl. She watched as he grew fully erect in front of her, still waiting to touch her. The dance was a simple one, one of passion but mostly one of anticipation. “But I think you’ve already gotten all the extra credit you are going to need. You have the highest grade in the class.” He assured her, tipping her chin to him and kissing her deeply. She could smell the shower on him, hot and sticky and steamy. The soap she had picked out still lingered on his skin.
“Maybe so, sir. But I want to do even better.” Her competitive look was one that drove him crazy. She would get this glint in her eyes that meant nothing would stop her from impressing Sir. He loved that look,
“We will see. Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Annie?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Good. Good Girls wait. Do you understand?” Again she nodded, and he took her onto the bed and pulled out a short piece of silk rope and a large vibrator. The vibrator was clicked on and started to buzz excitedly. Luke took her legs and closed them around the vibrator and then tied them tightly together. Annie squirmed against the sensation, the vibrator tucked tightly against her clit with her hands and legs tied.
“Oh fuck.” She moaned, a gasp escaping her lips as he took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed them. Her back arched as he took her nipple between his teeth, gently biting them as he knew she loved. “Sir, please.” She moaned, but he was not interested in her pleas. Instead, he took her breasts between his hands and, straddling her, thrust his cock through them, rocking back and forth as she and him moaned together.
“Sir, I’m getting close.” She bit her lip as he clicked the vibrator up another level. He could feel the vibrations in her chest as he pressed himself against her. He bit her neck and ear as she squirmed and bucked, wanting to allow herself to release.
“You have to wait.” Luke demanded, his voice stern and authoritative.
“I don’t know if I-” She was cut off as he removed the vibrator from between her legs. The waves of pleasure that almost crested were stopped and cut short. Instead she was left with a feeling of frustration.
“Good girls can wait, haven’t I told you this?” He said, a glint in his eye that suggested he was greatly enjoying this. He rolled her over and spanked her three times, hard. “Maybe that will teach you to wait.” He folded her legs upwards, still tied at the knees, and placed the vibrator just above her clit. While doing so, he thrust himself into her and she moaned loudly, the sensations mounting again.
“Yes, Sir, Please! Harder!” She shouted in between thrusts as he pressed himself more deeply into her. He continued, his cock hard and firm as it pushed into her tight pussy. Her legs together made the sensation even more intense for the both of them.
“What are you wearing tomorrow?” He challenged as he took the vibrator away from her, causing her body to buck and squirm again. He knew she was getting close and wasn’t telling him, a thing she would have to be punished for later.
“It’s a secret, sir.” Annie noted, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“A secret, huh?” Luke said thoughtfully as he pulled himself out of her. She moaned.
“Sir, please come back.” She whimpered, grinding her hips into the air.
“First tell me what you won’t be wearing.” He demanded, his cock twitching to explode.
“Panties, sir. I won’t be wearing any. I promise.” She nodded excitedly.
“That’s a good start.” He said, placing his cock in her mouth and returning the vibrator to her clit. She moaned while she sucked on him, tasting herself.
“Please sir, let me cum.” She asked between gasps. But Luke did not oblige her. Instead, he removed himself from her mouth and with two quick motions exploded, covering her chest with his cum.
“Fuck, that felt good.” He noted evilly as he removed the vibrator from her just seconds before she came. Stopped short, she gasped and panted heavily, his cum dripping off her breasts. “Good girls tell Sir everything. I guess you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.”
With that, he left her tied up beside him as he finished getting ready. He left her with a kiss, undoing her bonds. “Don’t even think about it.” He took the vibrator with him to ensure that she behaved herself that evening.
The next day came and the campus was full of sexy and fun costumes. The classic sexy firefighter, slutty cat. None of which would be winning any costume party but may win a heart or two.
Everyone was filing into the classroom with lots of different costumes. Some were obviously made mere moments before, but some were more thought out, exciting. Movie characters and book adaptations showed lots of creativity. Luke looked around to see Annie, but she wasn’t among the first to enter. Her seat was empty for a few minutes longer than usual when she finally entered the room, taking her seat and looking at him expectantly. Luke’s heart stopped for a moment, and then began to beat very quickly.
In walked Alice from Alice in Wonderland, wearing the blue and white frilly apron, and white stockings that went up to her thigh with little white bows on them. The bust was low and showed off her cleavage generously. She eyed him up as she said down, her short brunette hair dyed blonde for the evening. As she sat, she uncrossed her legs and Luke saw she had obeyed him, no panties.
It took him a minute to compose himself before issuing the test out, making some comment about taking your time, and letting the students begin. Every head dropped to the test, furiously starting to scribble down solutions. Every head, except Annie’s. She watched him like a hawk as he watched her adjust her apron a second time. This time it was abundantly clear that she was freshly shaven and very much naked beneath the apron. He stood behind the lecture stand to hide his growing arousal, a movement which seemed to satiate her. She began on her test, easily working her way through the questions. The class moved quickly as well, and as people started handing in their tests, Luke made a quick announcement.
For a moment, he noticed her shift in her seat. Her hand absentmindedly lingered to her thighs and she squeezed it for a moment. He knew her tells, she was growing more desperate. His mind lingered on the thought of her wearing no panties and trying to convince her body it was not time to go. Annie had an iron bladder, but he had seen her leak before when naked and desperate. He wondered how tight the sash across her apron was. He thought about how it was pushing into her bladder. The test was long, and she was starting to fidget more. Their eyes met with about twenty minutes left and her pleading look drove him crazy.
“Make sure to write down your costume on the exam, so I know who was wearing what. I’ll announce the best costume on Monday.” There was no doubt in his mind who he was voting for. Students left quickly, filtering out as they finished the test that he had deliberately shortened that day. He wanted everyone gone as soon as possible.
He expected Annie to finish last, as she always tried to do, but instead she finished ahead of a few final students. When she turned in her test, she was about to leave when Luke brushed against her arm and pointed her back to her seat. None of the other students noticed, still furiously working through their exam. But Annie’s eyes betrayed her desperation. He noticed the large water bottle that she had brought to class was empty, implying that many ounces of water was torturing her bladder. He found his eyes wandering to her waist and saw the bulge of her bladder pressing against her tight apron. She blushed. “Sir-” She breathed quietly, her thighs squeezed tightly together. He stared her down, knowing that she wanted to hold for him. Quietly, she returned to her seat and began to wiggle in her chair. The powder blue skirt was in danger of turning darker with wetness.
As the last students left the classroom, Luke bolted the door. Annie was biting her lip as she watched him lock the door and turn back to her. She raised her skirt high, shoving her hands between her legs with a moment of relief. The empty room left her free to hold herself.
“Please sir.” Annie moaned, her lip red from being bitten down so hard. “Can I go pee? I’ve been holding it for over an hour!”
“Absolutely not. I have to grade this exam.” He took out her exam from the stack and began slowly checking through it, pretending not to be entirely engrossed in what she was doing. Her left hand moved to clamp down on her crotch while her right hand gripped the chair tightly. He was working through the exam when he noticed a mistake. He gritted his teeth and took his red pen, marking her answer wrong.
“Stop.” He demanded, walking over to her quickly and standing her up. She stopped, her body warm and excited but her face fell when she saw the error. It was a simple error, one that she had made so many times on purpose to get a spank that she had finally made it accidentally. He handed her the piece of chalk and instructed her to do it again. She began, and while she did, he positioned himself underneath her, his tongue playing with her clit as his hands gripped her ass. She moaned as he felt her grow closer and closer to orgasm. Occasionally she would spasm and clench her thighs tightly around his cheeks, her body threatening to soak them both.
She was dancing back and forth, rocking her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to focus on two things at once. Luke wanted to watch her squirm, loving the desperation that they both longed for. She finished the problem. “Please sir, I fixed it. Can I please pee now?” She was gripping her fingers tightly together as she tried to hold on to the feeling of pleasure and desperation. Luke said nothing, instead he inspected the problem and, satisfied, looked at Annie.
“Good girl.” He noted. He unzipped his pants and removed his shirt. She was still watching him closely as he grabbed underneath her thighs and hoisted her up on to the desk, guiding her onto his willing cock. She was in the air, legs wrapped around him while he thrust her against the chalkboard. He pulled off her blue apron and left her there in nothing but stockings as they rocked together. His cock pressing deeply into her and their bodies grinding into one another. His cock twitched and swelled as she moaned loudly in the large empty room.
“Fuck, sir. I’m about to leak” She asked, her arms around his shoulders. He said nothing, simply pulled himself out of her and pressed down on her bladder. A sharp inhale was followed by a moan and then a gasp. A short burst of hot pee exploded out of her before she was able to clamp down again. Her muscles strained against the desperation as piss dripped from her thighs and on to her white stocks, turning them darker.
“Please, sir, I’m going to ruin the desk” Her plea was barely audible as they panted heavily. He was about to cum when she asked. He wanted to see her explode, but refused to let her off the hook so easily.
“Good girls wait.” He reached around and grabbed her hair, pulling her face into his as he came hard, exploding inside of her and letting himself fill her. She shook violently as two days of pent up arousal finally released, her body exploding with pleasure. The final thrust was too much for her, and as he pulled himself out of her, she leaked a second time. She responded just fast enough to clamp her legs together before the floodgates opened and she started wetting herself on the desk. A whimper escaped her lips as she stuck her hands between her legs in a futile attempt to hold back the flood. Luke gently grabbed her hands and placed them on her thighs, letting piss fall to the floor unimpeded. Her white stockings were spattered with wetness and Luke found himself captivated. Her desperate stream slowed and then stopped, leaving the pair panting at the front of the classroom. They were both soaked, and the puddle forming at his feet was her doing.
Her cheeks were burning red and deeply embarrassed, but the sharp grin across her face showed the orgasmic flush had not yet worn off.
“Do you want to see how deep this goes, Sir?” She challenged him and he nodded quickly. The pair hurried out of the lecture hall and headed home to continue the evening.
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Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you'd like to read more!
All the best,
-J |
OMO-NOTE Chapter 2
Aidan's alarm sounded, he got up, got dressed, and grabbed “The Omo-Note” and headed to school. When he arrived, murmurs were still being heard about Tori's accident the other day.
“I can’t believe it actually worked” Aidan thought to himself, Aidan then remembered one of the rules, “If you do not write a detailed description of what you wish to occur to the written person, the person will just pee themselves wherever they are 5 minutes after the name is written”.
Aidan wanted to try this out, he looked around the halls, trying to find someone of interest, and he found not one but two. Rebekah Trenton, and Dani Light. Rebekah is about 5 foot 4, black hair, and C cup, Dani is around 5 foot 1, also has black hair, and is relatively flat. These two girls were hot, just thinking of them wetting themselves was making Aidan excited.
Aidan took out the notebook, “ I don’t see them in class until later” he thought for a minute and then wrote, “Rebekah Trenton, and Dani Light, will begin being desperate at…” he looked at his schedule and found the class he had with them and the time the class started “12:20 PM, they will begging to leak at 12:35, they will ask to go to the bathroom but the teacher, Mrs. Prenton, will refuse to let them go, at 12:45 they will both leak a large amount to be noticed and will ask again and will be allowed to go, they will arrive at the entrance of the bathroom at 12:47, and will see an ‘Under maintenance sign’ and will go into the boys bathroom, and fight over the one open stall available, one of them will go into the stall and wet themselves, the other will go to the urinal and attempt to take off their pants but won’t be quick enough and will wet themselves”.
Aidan looked at the clock “8:00 Am, this is gonna be an excruciating wait.
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Finally, 12:15, class started, Aidan came into class and sat at a desk right next to the girls where he could have a perfect view of Rebekah and Dani. Rebekah and Dani were just talking and smiling unaware of what was coming their way.
“Okay at 12:45 they should leak and run to the bathroom, and I will follow suit and see this all for myself” Aidan thought to himself.
12:20 PM- In an instant you could see a difference, Dani started crossing her legs and Rebekah had one hand between her legs, but they tried acting like everything was fine. Though they were trying to be discreet, something was the matter with them.
As class went on, I glanced over at Dani and Rebekah every few seconds and saw the jiggling more and more and becoming increasingly desperate. Class went on and Dani and Rebekah now had both hands crammed between their legs holding their crotch, they both raised their hand.
Aidan looked at the clock, “12:35 right on the dot” he thought to himself
Mrs. Prenton turned around and looked at the two girls "Yes Rebekah and Dani” Mrs. Prenton said begrudgingly
“Can we go to the bathroom?” they both said in almost perfect Unicent, whale jiggling in their chairs, one hand still crammed between their legs.
“Wait to the end of the lesson” Mrs. Prenton said, the class exchanged giggles, and both of their faces began to glow red.
Each minute that passed they grew increasingly desperate, I heard a whispered conversation between the two
“I really have to go; I can’t hold it until the end of the lesson” Rebekah said
“I know I already leaked a bit” Dani said
“Me too” Rebekah said embarrassed
Aidan looked at the clock “12:43:55”
“Only a few more seconds and then they should leak” he thought to himself
The clock ticked slowly, each tick of the clock they were getting closer and closer to wetting themselves.
Dani bent over, crossed her legs tight and jammed both hands between her legs and Rebekah had both her hands on her crotch holding on for dear life, and just then the clock hit 12:45
A quiet *hsss* sound came from Rebekah, upon looking over a noticeable dark spot appeared on her blue jean shorts, Aidan looked at Dani only to hear another *hsss* come from her darkening the red gym shorts she was wearing.
“Shit I just leaked bad” Rebekah said looking down at her pants and seeing the dark spot
“I can’t hold hit much longer, but if I get up people are gonna see the dark spot on my crotch” Dani said
“Okay now's the time” Aidan thought to himself, Aidan raised his hand
“Yes Aiden” Mrs. Prenton said
“Can I please go to the bathroom”
“You may thank you for waiting till the end of the lesson unlike two others” Mrs. Prenton said while looking at Rebekah and Dani
Aidan walked out and waited outside the bathrooms, he checked the time “12:46… and noooow, 12:47”
Rebekah and Dani run out of the classroom holding their crotch tightly they run over to the entrance of the women restroom, and Rebekah had a bottle cap sized wet patch around her crotch and Dani leaked a bit more than that, they jumped up and down.
Aidan then slipped into the boy's bathroom, and listened
“No no, I’m gonna pee I'm gonna pee” Dani said
“Fuck it” Rebekah said running into the boy's bathroom
Dani followed her in, upon entering they saw only one stall and a urinal, Rebekah began rushing over to the stall but was grabbed by Dani.
“I’m going first” Dani said
“No no get out of the way Dani I’m gonna pee” they went back and forth, shoving each other, tussling, not noticing Aidan standing there, finally Dani rushed into the stall, trying to undo her shorts, she hopped from one foot to the other, then the dark spot grew.
“No no shit!” Dani said jamming both hands between her legs
“Hurry up Dani” Rebekah said jumping up and down as the spot on her jeans grew as a few dribbles hit the floor
Dani without untying her tight gyms shorts tried to force them down, jumping up and down while doing so, the dark spot got larger
“No no shit shit” Rebekah said “I can't hold it” Rebekah continued running to the urinal and attempting to unbutton her jeans.
“Come on unbutton, mmmmm” Rebekah groaned.
Rebekah then gasped, “No no no” she said, and the dark spot grew, and pee poured out from her jeans “Ahhhh ha ahh ah” Rebekah moaned as a puddled formed under her, and tears began falling down her cheeks
Aidan looked to Dani
“Fuck fuck, ahhh” Dani said with her short only down a little bit below the waist as pee erupted into her shorts soaking them
“AHhhhaahahaahhh” Dani moaned her face turning bright red as a puddle formed under her.
The sounds of pee hitting the ground sounded through the bathroom, as both Dani and Rebekahs pants got more and more soaked. Finally, the last drops hit the ground. They looked at each other and then at their soaked pants, they looked around, and still not seeing Aidan around the corner took a bunch of paper towels, pulled their shorts down and tried drying it to the best of their ability, but it was no use, the dark pee stains could not be hidden the pulled them back up
“What do we do” Dani said tears in her eyes
“I don’t know” Rebekah said her face beat red
“We need to run to the nurse's office before the period ends” Dani said
“Yea before anyone see–” Rebekah was cut off by the bell
They ran out and Aidan followed behind and as everyone in the classes walked out, they saw Dani and Rebekah in their wet, and they became the center of attention, they grew embarrassed and ran towards the nurse's office tears in their eyes and faced red from embarrassment.
“This is going to be fun” Aidan said smirking about the power he has at his hands
Edited April 26 by animepee1234
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Hello all, Vaine here with a quick one-shot story for you all. I don't plan on writing more of this specific story but this is an idea that I've had in my demented brain for a long while. I hope you enjoy this. I don't use any characters from TWD comics or show but you can just assume that this is in TWD universe, just some survivors whom we've never seen. Fan fiction I suppose with entirely original characters.
If anyone wants to continue this story or write another one similar to it feel free. It's very unlikely that I'll write more of it but hey if I ever feel like it I will I guess. This story contains blood and violence, you have been warned. Also if nudity bothers you, probably not the story for you. Either way I hope you all enjoy.
~Much Love, Vaine Steele
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Season 1: Episode 1
The world... ended like five months ago. Walkers roamed the Earth. Billions died... yet there were still tens of thousands of humans scattered around the globe that were struggling to survive.
What? Too dramatic? Kay.
My name is Alicia, and I was one of those humans. I used to be a high school girl who dreamed of becoming an archaeologist when she grew up. But all those dreams changed in less than a day... when the fire nation- I mean the undead attacked. Hey now I thought it was at least slightly amusing.
Anyway enough jokes lets get to it hmm.
My best friends and I have somehow been surviving together since the beginning of this whole apocalypse thing. Kyle, who's a boy a year older than me and Samantha, a girl the same year as me whom we just call Sammy. Anyway we're nineteen, Kyle is twenty, blah blah blah.
We made a base outside of a city in Kentucky, basically just took over a high class private school because it had a solid fence around the entire property and we've been living here since a few weeks after this whole thing started. We just survived the brutal winter on probably a few hundred cans of food but now our supplies were growing thin. It has been spring for a week or two, rainy but alot warmer than it was. I couldn't tell you the exact month since well, the internet died a long time ago and none of us cared enough to count the days.
Nevertheless we were forced to scavenge for more food, so we drove up to our local Wal-Mart in the morning and planned on looting a shit ton of food. Sadly though, this turned to that and by some unfortunate set of circumstances we ended up being trapped in a second floor office with a single door between us and hundreds of walkers. We've been fighting them for the last hour but there is seemingly no end to them. Kyle ended up having to carve a moderately sized hole into the floor just so we had a place to dump the bodies.
Stabby head of walker trapped by the door's barricades, toss body down the hole, rinse repeat.
Thanks to some good luck, the only good luck really, the door broke apart in such a way that it would only allow two walkers maximum to crawl in through the bottom of it at any one time. If they all got in at once we'd have died awhile ago. But now you are all caught up to the present.
We're so fucked.
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"Alicia! Get the one on the right!" Kyle shouts out to me.
"R-Right!" I stammer my words as I smash a hammer against its skull, splattering blood and brains against an already filthy wall of viscera.
Kyle is the only one shuffling the bodies into the nearby hole a couple of feet from the door right now and he's been doing so for awhile, like thirty minutes. I can tell he's exhausted.
"We'll leave the next few corpses to block the pathway for now..." Kyle breathes deeply. "We have no choice we need a rest. At least I do."
And rest we do, once we've killed like four or five more. Enough to be safely barricaded from fresh walkers but as I said before, we're trapped. If we wanna get out of here we'll have to keep killing them and dragging them out of the way until they stop coming. We don't know how long that will take. Sammy and I rotate out sometimes, since only two people can crouch near the door at once done so right now she's just huddled in the corner, trying to stay warm I guess.
We all drink some water and have a can of food. After about a twenty minute break, we get back to the amatuer brain surgery. Like forty minutes later is when I first notice it. I have to pee. Not badly mind you but the numbing annoyance of my bladder is noticeable. I don't have time to worry about it though, since we're all just fighting the undead nearly constantly. We need to kill them all, again, anyway so either way I'm not gonna be able to urinate until we escape from here.
My mind refocuses on the undead army in front of me and I try my best to ignore my bodily functions. My clothes and red hair are stained with countless blood drops by the way, fucking gross. Gonna need to clean up at home after this for sure. The fact that I wore shorts today doesn't help either since I can feel the sickly blood on my legs.
"Kyle? How many more of these things do you think we'll have to deal with before we escape?" I ask as I smash my hammer into a forehead that's blocking our way, causing its gray matter to spray over a nearby walker that was trying to crawl through the barricade.
"How the fuck should I know? Probably a few hundred more or so but I'm not sure." Kyle stabs the crawling walker through the eye socket as he replies.
I'm getting rather impatient... bad habit I guess. Another hour goes by and yeah my bladder is feeling quite antsy. I'm still focused on killing the walkers but it's super distracting right now. Normally I'd have peed awhile ago unless we were on a car trip or something but yeah... no bathrooms here. My pussy lips around my panties quake ever so slightly as I think about feeling relief.
Gah fuck. I can't think about the washroom right now... or I'm gonna go crazy.
My anus clutches as I tell my brain to hold onto the piss and my bladder obeys me... for now. God this could be really bad if we're not out of here soon. Why are there still so many walkers?!
After about another ten minute break, Sam replaces me for like the fifth or sixth time and she and Kyle kill the monsters for awhile. I'm left to just sit in a corner... with my thoughts and my aching bladder. God this fucking sucks. My brain starts thinking of things that I wouldn't normally think about. Like what my dad would say if I died in an apocalyptic pandemic outbreak... He'd probably laugh his ass off... then cry. My father was an asshole after all but he was still human. After like twenty more minutes of doing nothing I feel awful... my privates are beginning to ache badly now.
I tell Kyle I'll start pulling the bodies into the hole and that he can take a break. I need ahh... fucking distraction from my bladder. I pull about a two dozen corpses into the hole before something terrible happens. I'm distracted for like two seconds from a vaginal cramp and a walker grabs onto my shirt.
"Alicia!!" Sam shouts in a panic as she tries to hit the grasping hand in front of me.
I don't even have time to scream as the walker pulls on my shirt... and rips it clean off of me as Kyle jabs his knife through its head. It only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm now sitting here, terrified... and my best friends can see my pink bra, freshly exposed to the air in the room. I cover up my chest reflexively and curse.
"if you're too tired say so Alicia!" Kyle yells as he thrusts his weapon into another walker's eye socket. "If any of you two die I'd never forgive myself!"
"I-I'm fine." I lie through my teeth and don't mention my throbbing privates right now that are struggling to hold back the golden army at my bladder's gates.
That fucking monster took my shirt off! What the fuck?! I mean yeah my friends and I have spent most of the winter having sex but god damn we're out in public right now! Each and every walker can see my covered breasts now those fucking perverts. I feel ashamed. And embarrassed. And so incredibly aroused at the same time. The horror of being caught completely naked in public washes over me like a wave of heat. What the fuck is wrong with me?
God I really really have to piss now... it hurts... but I gotta hold on. Last thing I need is to have an accident right now... that'd just cause my embarrassment to skyrocket. I have to focus on keeping my pee inside. This is no time to let myself off easy.
Kyle continues fighting for a little while longer until Sam shouts out to him that they're almost done, she doesn't see very many of them left. I have to resist holding my crotch... I can't let them know I have to urinate this badly... they should be focused on getting us all out of here.
After about ten more minutes of agony, the sounds of walker grunts and moans finally dies down and nearly vanishes like five minutes later. We- we can get out of here now? It takes a minute or two for Kyle to clear out a path for us to go. I moan lightly as I do a potty dance and immediately have to stop when Sammy looks at me. Shit. Did she hear me? Kyle crawls under the door first and gives us the all clear after yet another minute or two. Sam goes through next and now it's my turn.
Dammit!
I dunno how I'm gonna hold onto my piss for much longer as my bladder is seeming to bulge slightly when I look down below my belly button. It really fucking hurts now, like burning molten lead that won't go away. I approach the door and crawl along the ground. The carpet is stained with dried blood and guts it is fucking horrible but I poke my head through the other side easily enough. I continue to worm my way through the narrow gap inch by inch. My upper body is out of there now. Almost... there.
*Snug*
Are you serious? I'm fucking stuck?! My fat ass is preventing me from coming out all of the way? What the actual hell is happening today?!
"Kyle?" I bite my lip as I try not to show how much I have to piss out a river right now. "M- My... butt is stuck. C-Can you pull me out please?"
He laughs lightly but grabs onto my hands and pulls... as we all hear a huge rip that may as well be as loud as a fart. I turn my head around and notice that my short shorts got caught in the doorway and were just... torn right off of me. What the fuck!
Sam and Kyle both laugh as they realize I'm now in my underwear.
"Thanks Alicia I really needed this after we nearly died." Sammy says between laughs as I stand up, flush with embarrassment.
I hold my crotch tightly as I feel abit of pee squirt out of my pussy. Oh fuck fuck fuck no not now! Hold your waters!
"What's wrong?" Kyle asks concernedly.
"I- I really have to use the bathroom... badly." I confess as my cheeks get redder than I ever thought possible.
Kyle turns his head away and blushes too. "Oh."
Sammy turns to me, with her head at an angle like she's very confused. "Why not just go? We're all friends here aren't we? Who cares if you piss in your panties?"
At hearing those words... I feel... so horny. And yet so humiliated.
"What the fuck do you mean?!" I bellow.
"I mean... no one else is going to see you." Sammy says with a kind of innocent lust in her eyes. "And seeing you thoroughly embarrassed and clutching your privates like that... is very cute."
I feel the pee in my bladder beginning to bubble, it'll come soon now!
"Well?" Sam presses as she holds onto my arm. Kyle continues to blush but he's staring too.
Oh god... they're both looking... waiting for me to piss. Ahh fuck I've held for so long what is the point anymore?
"N-No..." I tell them with a whimper. I feel a trickle escape between my legs and dribble around my anus.
"It- It's coming! Ahh fuck shit!" I tremble as I move my hands away.
I know now I'm about to let it out, the urine is flowing through my vagina like lava. My panties are soaked and feels so divine against my wet labia lips, my thighs are shaking from the intense pressure I'm feeling. I hear Sam's gasp as my stream begins to flow more freely into my undies, creating a warmth around my crotch that I've never felt before. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced... it makes me want to cry as I feel my piss pour into my panties and splatter onto the worn-out carpet below. My pussy feels on fire and my anus clamps shut as my peeing cunt continues its ride on cloud nine. I can't believe I'm doing this right now... but it feels too good not to keep going.
My bladder finally gives in completely and doesn't hold back anymore. I moan loudly as I force the piss out of me as fast as possible. It feels amazing... and my two best friends are watching every moment of it. Kyle and Sammy stare at me with awe as I continue to leak into my underwear and I begin to think how incredibly stupid I am to be urinating myself right here. How embarrassing this all is! Yet... it feels too good. I don't know why I feel so turned on from having an accident. I practically cum while thinking about it although I hold myself back.
I just stand there, letting my golden lady juice run down my legs into the soaked carpet. It feels so naughty... but also really fucking incredible at the same time. My heart pounds in my chest as the warm liquid doesn't stop gushing out of my panties and I can't do anything but take it. It feels so wrong yet so wonderful.
After another minute or two, my peeing subsides and the warmth around my privates slowly fades. I'm left standing there... my face redder than I ever thought possible. Sam and Kyle both have huge smiles on their faces. At least I'm trying to look normal and regain my composure as reality sets in. I nearly cry as I hold my hands to my face.
"Don't feel bad." Sam coos. "You're very sexy you know."
"Oh..." I mutter out, feeling very self conscious. I turn away to avoid her gaze as my mind tries to come up with a way to escape from this awkward situation.
"This should make both of us feel better." Sam turns around quickly and drops her pants and panties in one smooth motion.
She's.. mooning me? What?! She's very sexy of course but what's up with her?
In the next moment, I have my answer. She sticks her tongue out at me and begins to piss profusely. A stream of golden liquid splatters down onto her jeans and then reaches the carpet within the next second. Her urinating pussy looks so beautiful and inviting... and so incredibly lewd.
Sam laughs and continues to let it pour out of her. "Feels so good~~ Ahh fuck..."
"Geez did both of you girls really have to go that badly?" Kyle says as he stands beside me to get a better viewing angle of Sam's perfectly cute ass.
"Of course!" Sammy blurts as she continues to pee while exposing her rear. "We were in that office for nearly four hours probably, I'm hungry again so it's likely way past lunch time."
I wanna admire her ass and leaking kitty more but I see two walkers shambling towards us. There far enough away for us to react though.
"I got this." I tell Kyle as I ready my hammer.
I trip the one walker on the right with a well timed kick to the shin and slam my hammer into the side of the other one's skull as it seemingly explodes in a cloud of viscera.
The other one doesn't have time to stand up as I turn around and yell. "Stop looking at my butt!"
I bring my hammer down onto it's cranium twice as it shudders for the last time. I wipe off my hammer with a nearby rag and notice that Sammy is finished peeing. Damn I missed the end of the show.
Regardless, after our sexual experience we really wanna fuck but we can't yet. We have to gather food first afterall. We put dozens upon dozens of supplies in our truck before Kyle drives us home. When we get to our base we all make a run for our makeshift bathing room and clean ourselves off... before fucking all of our brains out.
Not literally but you know.
This was the day when the three of us all found out that we loved to pee near or on each other. It would become our favorite kink in this otherwise hellish wasteland. We would survive. Shit, at this point I'm pretty sure Kyle is gonna impregnate us both soon anyway and we'll have kids to feed as well. I've been learning how to farm, Kyle is knowledgeable with makeshift construction and Sam takes care of our weapons, she's even crafted some.
Eventually we'll need more people... who are trustworthy if we're to build something resembling a civilized settlement. But for now... we're just going to enjoy being young and horny.
Edited April 16 by Vaine Steele
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Hi all.
This is a story that I began a while ago. Hopefully I can get it finished. 😉
Hi, I’m Dan, and I’m a superhuman.
Yeah, I know. Kinda dumb way to say it, kinda pretentious. But what can I say? I get a little kick out of the whole AA-style introduction, as if you all are going to say “Hi Dan,” and then I’ll say how long I’ve been clean for. And I sure as heck couldn’t say “I’m a superhero,” because I’m not. No costume, no cool name, no alter ego. Not to mention no public outcry, no PR issues, and no archvillains. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
But yeah, I have superpowers. Or, rather, a superpower. Basically, I can push thoughts into people’s heads. Think like Inception, only without the two hours of weird dream rules, awesome cinematography, and deep brass bwaaahs. More like that movie Push, if any of you have ever seen it. Actually, almost exactly like that. The main difference is that like Inception, a thought won’t always “take.” That’s why I work as a manager in a shoe store and live in an apartment with two other guys instead of just convincing everyone that they should give me whatever the heck I want until I live in my own mansion with my own cadre of hot girlfriends. No, whenever I push a thought, it just appears in the person’s head, and they can second-guess it or ignore it like any other thought. It has to be something mild enough to potentially be true for them to accept it without getting suspicious. Not that their suspicions would land on me, of course. At least I hope. But I doubt anyone would jump to the conclusion “Dan has superpowers” before “I must be going crazy.”
So, the main things I tend to use my gift for are for avoiding minor inconveniences. I’ll push things like “he (me) was before me in line,” or “he (me again) already paid me that 20 he owed me,” or “it must be my turn to clean the bathroom.” If someone is already forgetful or just not focusing super hard, those kinds of thoughts tend to slip in unnoticed. Bigger things get filtered out. Inception was right about a thought needing to be in its simplest form for it to stick. Complicated thoughts get ignored in the same way weird dreams do, as just a bizarre production of the subconscious. Likewise, anything thought too specifically in my favor gets second-guessed and seen through.
Now, before you think of me as too much of a creep, you’ve gotta understand that it’s not like I use it constantly. First of all, like any skill, it takes some focus and some effort. Second, it’s not the kind of thing you just whip out all the time. Take lockpicking, for example. You think the guy that can pick locks is using that crap every chance he gets? No, of course not. And not just in case he gets caught, either. It’s just—there are some lines you won’t cross.
A conscience is a funny thing.
So, like any normal person, I tend to go as close to that line as I can. There are times, I admit, that I’ve crossed it and felt bad. And not just because I thought I might get caught, either. I’m not scared of that. It’s just the feeling that I went too far. You know?
Anyhow, for having a superpower, my life turned out way more boring than you’d expect. Having a relatively easy out for any real responsibility (I coasted through school by making my teachers think I had already turned in assignments I never bothered to do) just made me lazy, and ambitions of greatness never caught fire in me. Though it has been a kick to watch my roommates tear their hair out wondering how I’m so lucky with girls. Meanwhile I have to convince myself that my gift only smooths out the rough patches in relationships. It’s not as if I’m making anyone do something they don’t want to do already. It doesn’t work like that, I’m pretty sure.
The surprising uninterestingness of my life was changed when I met the others.
I first met them about eight months ago, I think. Athena was the first. Turns out, she can read minds, which made it easy for her to find other people with special abilities. Now, you might think that being around a mind reader would be a very uncomfortable experience, and you’d be right. Thankfully, by the time I met her, Athena had grown jaded enough with other people’s thoughts that she doesn’t really care anymore. Lucky for me. I wouldn’t want anyone to pay attention to my most depraved inner musings, especially a girl.
When you’re around her, though, it’s almost hard to think of Athena as a girl, at least in that way. Like, she definitely looks feminine enough, even attractive—short, and a little on the overweight side, but in a curvy way. No, it’s just that she tends to act so much like a guy, like, her mouth and mind can be just as filthy sometimes as the hairiest tattooed biker gang member you could imagine. Now, I know that a lot of guys think that a girl with a dirty mind would be a turn-on, but it’s not that way in person. At least, not for me. It ends up feeling more like hanging around with another dude, but one that’s kinda hot and you could theoretically bang, which just feels weird.
So, yeah, I met her first. She introduced herself to me as bluntly as an apathetic telepath would, and then later brought me to meet the other two at a pond they like to gather at. The shared bond of superpowers (and the relief of not having to hide them, most likely) made up the glue of their little circle, and it was apparently all that was necessary. Because other than that, they don’t really have anything in common.
First of the other two is Ray. Ray’s power is limited prescience, which means he knows what will happen shortly in the future. Now, depending on which movie you’re watching, this could either mean that it will definitely happen, or it could mean that you are now free to change that potential future. In Ray’s case, it means the latter. He can see how things will go if left to themselves, and then he can modify his actions to try to alter the outcome. It doesn’t mean he always can, but it does mean that he tends to be very lucky, at least to those who don’t know his secret. Seriously. Try beating him in a game of chess.
Whereas Athena is sarcastic and indifferent, a regular real-life Daria, Ray is loud and temperamental, with something of a sadistic streak. I wondered why anyone would want to hang out with someone like him when I first met him, and I still wonder it, after hanging out with him for the better part of a year. Like, really, he and Athena don’t make very good company. I guess it really is just the existence of our powers that connects us. Sometimes when around them, I’ve wondered: does having superpowers tend to make you a butthole? Also, would someone think the same thing about me if they met me?
And I haven’t even gotten to the last member of our little group. His name is, and I kid you not, (clears throat) Zenimeck 88 Oblique Transversal. Yeah. It’s ridiculous. We tend to just call him Zenny or Zen. He claims that he’s not from this planet (which would explain the stupid name), and as silly as it sounds, I believe him more often than not. It would certainly make sense, given his power. His ability is straight-up telekinesis. He can influence matter with his mind, though he can also use his hands to amplify it, Scarlet-Witch style. Only without the glowing red aura. Otherwise, he usually exudes an atmosphere of saturnine self-importance. Think the whole “alien civilization condescending to the puny humans” trope. All I can say is, if it’s an act, it’s a pretty dang good one.
Yeah, so when we meet together, it’s often more about us just shooting the breeze or getting food or whatever than anything actually relating to our superpowers. Sure, there have been the few joking references to “teaming up,” as well as bits of backstory or sharing times we’ve used our powers. We don’t really actually use them together. Not actively.
That all changed last week, though. We were down by the pond, as usual, eating some pizza we’d picked up, when Ray pointed off across the pond and said, with his mouth full of crust, “Check out that chick over there.”
Zenny and I both looked. Athena’s gaze didn’t shift from her phone. While Ray pointed out girls often enough—his “type” was basically anything with boobs—this one was noticeably walking stiffly but quickly and fidgeting before she disappeared into a store on the street across the pond. Ray spoke up again. “She probably has to pee pretty bad.” He chuckled, swallowed, and wiped his mouth before leaning back. “What is it with girls and having to go to the bathroom? There’s always a line going out the door. They must have tiny bladders or something.”
Athena, still focused on her phone, said, “That’s one of your stupider ideas, Ray.” It wasn’t unusual for her to respond to things that hadn’t actually been said yet.
To fill the rest of us in, Ray chuckled again and gave voice to what he had evidently been thinking. “I’ve got an idea. What if we had a little contest?”
While I leaned in closer, Athena merely rolled her eyes. “You’re a pig.” Zen showed no signs of even paying attention, but that was normal for him. I was curious, however. “What kind of contest?”
Ray looked over, grinning, with one eyebrow devilishly cocked and a malevolent glint in his eye. “Well, we’ve each got different powers, right? So, what if we had a contest with each other?”
“Right, what kind of contest?” My voice took on an irritated edge at having to repeat my question.
“It’s simple. We go to some kind of crowded area—like a mall or a park or something—and we set a time—like maybe two hours—and we try to see which of us can make the most chicks piss their pants?”
Athena didn’t react, since she already knew what Ray was going to say. Zenny, in what was for him a gratuitous display of emotion, arched a single eyebrow. But I started back, stunned. Was he serious? A quick glance at Athena’s unchanging expression confirmed that he was. It was a couple of seconds before I could respond at all, during which Ray just sat there, his stupid grin never faltering. Apparently he knew that we weren’t about to turn on him en masse.
At this point, Zen spoke up. “A contest of skill forcing girls to wet themselves seems rather fruitless.” (And yes, if you were wondering, that was a haiku. I forgot to mention it, but that’s another thing that makes me think he’s an alien—every time he talks, it’s in some kind of verse like that.)
Ray was undaunted. “Nah, it wouldn’t be for anything. Just for fun. Think about it. It’s not like we’d be doing anything illegal. And how often do you get to see a girl pee herself? I think it’d be pretty hot.”
I have to stop right here and say that I wanted to say something at that point. I really did. I wanted to object on some kind of principle, some reason why we shouldn’t go along with his insane idea. But the truth was, deep down inside, I admit I felt a sense of intrigue. I remembered an experience from when I was a kid, and a neighbor girl getting scared and saying something along the lines of “I almost wet myself,” and then imagining what it would’ve been like if she had. Even back then, it stirred something up inside me.
Athena heaved a deep sigh and crumpled the empty beer can she’d been holding. “You know what? Screw it. Sure, Ray, I’ll go along with your idiotic overcompensating contest. Whatever does it for you, I guess.”
Ray cackled and looked at Zenny, who merely gave a slow blink and cocked his head ever-so-slightly to the side. To us who knew him, that was confirmation enough, and now Ray’s overeager and somewhat fiendish smile was aimed at me, waiting to see if I was in or not.
I swallowed hard, my throat going dry. I wished the others hadn’t been so fine with his idea, that I wouldn’t be the only one to object. And at the same time, I still had a battle inside, the spark of morbid curiosity unable to be quenched. If I spoke up in protest now, Athena would already know that I actually wanted to try Ray’s idea, and wouldn’t that just make me a hypocrite? Plus, Ray’s face never changed. Did that mean he already knew that I was going to say yes? Did I even have a choice?
I cleared my throat, then replied, my voice cracking as I did so, “Okay. When will we do it?” |
So it was set. After a little bit of deliberation, we agreed to try our luck in a local park (a different one from where we normally hang out, and one in a more densely populated area). I say “a little bit of deliberation,” but in reality it was mostly Ray just making up rules and the rest of us going “sure, okay, whatever.” We’d try our luck from 2 to 4 pm on the upcoming Saturday.
That was three days ago, and today it was Saturday. As we all stood together, surveying the vast numbers of parkgoers spread out in front of us, I tried not to look as nervous as I felt. This whole thing still just felt so weird to me.
An elbow nudged me, harder than necessary, in the ribs. It was Athena. “Relax, dude,” she said, her voice just as flat as ever. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna catch us. Just see what you can do. Or, like, don’t. Whatever, you know?” Then she trudged forward, going nowhere in particular. Zen followed wordlessly, his gaze fixed and stolid.
Lastly Ray set out with a saunter and a laugh. “We’ll all meet up afterwards to share details.” He drew the last word out lewdly, then gave another giggle and was out of earshot. That just left me. I sighed, trying again to suppress my jitters. I’d never used my superpower for anything so…direct before. Would it even work? Could it even work? I suddenly realized that I didn’t even have a plan of action. Whereas Athena’d probably been reading everyone as she went, and Ray probably had been thinking of schemes for the past 72 hours—and who knew what went on in Zenny’s head—I wasn’t sure what to do. And on top of everything, the curiosity that had sprung to life when Ray first made his suggestion had only gotten stronger. Now it was making my palms sweaty with a kind of excitement, reminding me of how I felt the first time I saw a girl naked. I guess, in a way, this was kind of the same thing.
All right. First things first. Where were girls most likely to need to pee? The bathrooms, I guess. If I could find the restrooms building, that would be my best bet. A couple of minutes spent trying to look less aimless than I was ended me up at one of the brick public restrooms. I was just about to find a seat somewhere and try not to look like a creep when I noticed Ray already hovering nearby, looking very much like a creep. I tried to slip away before he saw me and made some kind of leering face, a sense of discomfort about what we were doing rising up in equal opposition to the weird excitement I felt. What if it actually worked, after all? After keeping my powers to a minimum most of my life, something like this—it’d make me feel like I owned the world.
Finally, another public bathrooms building. I checked my phone to see how I was doing on time. Crap, it was already 2:19 and I hadn’t even started trying yet. A quick glance around didn’t reveal any of the other three, so this seemed as good a place to try as any. I didn’t see anyone coming in or going out yet, though, so I guess I just had to wait. Standing awkwardly by the water fountains, I pulled out my phone and tried to pretend like I was waiting for someone. The whole time, I was wondering how I’d actually try to do this. I guess I could just…tell her to do it? Like, mentally, obviously. It’d be a long shot, clearly, but I wouldn’t know until I tried, right?
A couple minutes later a woman walked up. I looked up at her and gave her a polite smile before going back to my phone. In that time, I saw that she was white, probably in her mid-thirties, maybe 5’4”, and wearing a baggy t-shirt and black track pants. Oh, and no sign at all of urgency. Bummer.
Well, it was now or never.
I held my phone so tight my knuckles were turning white as I willed the thought into her mind. I tried to keep it simple, something that would be immediately understood and make a reaction.
I can’t hold it. I should probably just pee my pants and get it over with.
There. It was done. I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck as my heart starting beating faster, wondering if it would work or not. Without risking looking up, I focused my peripheral vision on her. Her stride towards the bathroom door showed no sign of change whatsoever.
And then, she stopped.
Heat surged up into my face. Did it work? Was it really that easy? I knew my whole face was probably red, judging by how my ears were burning, but I had to know. Swallowing hard, I looked up.
But by then, she had starting walking again, with the same unbroken pace. No dice.
Shoot.
It took me a couple of minutes for the adrenaline from that first attempt to get out of my system. The first woman left, and a sneak peek of her butt didn’t show even a hint of a wet spot, so it looked like she hadn’t even had a momentary loss of control. I’ll admit, though, that my sneak peek lasted a little longer than necessary. This wasn’t so bad. The first one was a failure, but so what? I could keep trying. And even if nothing happened, it was only two hours. Besides, maybe the others would have more success. I remembered Ray’s comment about sharing all the juicy details afterward, and realized that I actually would want to hear it. Maybe Athena not being around was making me more honest with myself.
The minutes ticked by as more women came and went. Each one that approached, I pushed the same message to, with no luck. I mean, it had always been a long shot. Maybe eight or nine women had passed through, and I was just about to switch tactics, when it happened.
Just from the way she was walking as she drew near to the building, I knew it would work this time. My heart starting hammering in my eardrums again as I looked up. She was probably 5’7”, blonde hair down past her shoulders, wearing a tank top and tight white shorts. And hot. Like, probably a 9/10. Of course, my judgment may have been skewed by the awkward, stiff-legged gait she had as she approached the door just a little too quickly to pretend she was okay. Clearly, she needed to go—even if not desperately, at least badly. She didn’t return my look as I pushed, this time with confidence.
I could tell the moment the thought landed in her brain. She suddenly stopped, and her eyes grew wide. Still, I could tell by the look on her face that she hadn’t lost the fight yet, and any sane person who’s just had the thought of wetting themselves cross their mind while right in front of a bathroom will take the obvious option literally right in front of them. I knew I had to thwart that option, and fast. In a split second, I pushed a second thought:
If I go in there, anyone in there will see me pee myself. I need to find somewhere secluded.
It was, again, a long shot. But I was hoping that just maybe, she was in too much of a hurry to think very clearly. I pushed the two thoughts again, hoping that sheer overwhelming insistence would break past her defenses. And hey, she hadn’t started moving again yet, so maybe it really was working.
The problem was that I knew time was against me. If she stood there internally debating for any longer than half a minute, well, then that meant she obviously could hold it long enough to go use a toilet. But this was where I got lucky, and I mean really lucky. It was right then that two older women, maybe both over fifty, strolled our way, talking and laughing with each other as they strode nonchalantly into the women’s restroom. I looked back at her face now, not even trying to be subtle anymore. The way she bit her lip was all I needed in order to know that my second thought was taking. She swayed her hips back and forth once before suddenly glancing over her shoulder, and I knew she was trying to find someplace else to go. I chanced another push:
Behind the building. That’s the best shot.
It worked instantly. She turned away from the door and started jogging around the corner. I watched her butt as she went, hugged so tightly by those shorts, hoping to see a spreading wet spot. Again, nothing. She was still as dry as my own throat as I tried to follow without looking like a creep. If it was really going to work, I didn’t want to miss it.
I rounded the corner in time to see her with her hands on her waistband, from what I could tell about to yank her shorts down and pop a squat. Once I showed up, she immediately shifted to look like she merely had her hands on her hips, and despite her blushing face I could tell her body language was that of trying unsuccessfully to feign looking casual, though obviously in a fair amount of discomfort. Well, of course, since she had seen me, I could hardly just stand there like “carry on, don’t mind me.” I needed some kind of excuse for following her, so I made up the first thing that came into my mind. I smiled as I walked up to her and said, in my best (though still bad) English accent, “Excuse me, but I’m waiting for a mate of mine. She said she’d come meet me by the loos, but that was nearly an hour ago. Are there any other toilets around? Maybe I’m at the wrong one.” I don’t even know why I tried to do an accent. I was internally kicking myself for being so dumb.
Instead of laughing at me or looking disgusted, though, she tried to give a quick smile and answered. “I’m sorry to hear that. I, uh, I think there are other bathrooms around. Um,” (she laughed nervously) “I don’t know where, though. Sorry!” She could barely contain her jitters, and I could barely contain my excitement. I pushed again.
I can’t wait any longer
It’s too late
I can’t wait any longer
It’s too late
At the same time, I gave my best (still bad) English-sounding laugh and answered, “No worries. Thanks, though.” Then, on a whim, I dared to go further. “I guess she knows about some toilets that I don’t. Makes sense, though. Just between you and me, she’s always hurrying off to the bog. I used to joke that if she was ever more than a hundred yards from a loo, she’d piss herself.” I laughed, and she laughed with me, though clearly nervously. Her eyes were starting to look frantic and I could see the sweat beading on her forehead.
I can’t wait any longer
It’s too late
I’m going to pee my pants right here
There’s nothing I can do to stop it
My heart was beating so hard by now that I felt sure she must’ve been able to hear it herself. I’m sure in any other circumstance, anyone would make a hurried excuse and run around the corner while they still could. But my pushing was clearly taking hold, and so what happened next was truly magical.
In a split second, she broke eye contact and her nervous laughter cut short, her mouth dropping open in an expression of shock at her bladder’s sudden (but inevitable) betrayal. Still trying to maintain my innocence, I watched her body stiffen as she bent forward just barely. I was sure that if she’d been alone, she probably would’ve suddenly either jammed her hands into her crotch or grabbed her thighs or crossed her legs or something—anything, really, to stop what was happening. The next thing I knew, I could hear a faint hiss, followed by a much louder splattering. Anyone who has been privileged enough to witness someone else have an accident knows the exquisite blend of factors that produce that unique sound. I knew my face was red now, maybe even as red as hers, as I dropped my gaze to her shorts.
Already the wetness had spread itself evenly out on either side of her crotch, glistening in the light as it continued expanding. Her pee sprayed out directly from her groin and splashed against her left inner leg, while streams of it were flowing freely down both legs. I watched, fascinated, as it dribbled into her sandals, splattering over her painted toenails, and puddled in the grass. She stood still, breathing in and out, peeing herself, unable to stop. Even better, since her shorts were white, the wet material was becoming transparent, revealing a pair of green panties underneath. It was absolutely beautiful.
All in all, she couldn’t have wet her pants for longer than half a minute, though it felt far longer. When she was done, she stood in shock for maybe ten more seconds, probably processing what had just happened, all while the last drops of her pee dripped off the cuffs of her shorts. Then she heaved a big sigh, ran a hand through her hair, and looked down at herself. She took in the damage at the front before doing a half turn to see the back—and I don’t know if she just forgot I was there or something, but in doing so, she pointed her butt right at me. I’ll be honest—I don’t know what it was, but in that moment, that intrigue I experienced as a kid at the prospect of a girl peeing her pants suddenly revealed itself as pure sexual allure, plain and simple. Like, I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten an erection that fast before. Her shorts were totally soaked in the back, and her panties—thong panties!—were totally visible, nothing left to the imagination. Seeing both cheeks framed as they were in wet cloth made me almost come right then and there.
Just then, it was as if she remembered my existence. She lifted her face back toward me, guilt and embarrassment clearly visible in her wide, doe-like eyes. To tell the truth, I didn’t know how to react either. The realization that I had just made a girl have an accident—and also, that I liked it—made me just as speechless as she was. And even though I wasn’t the one with wet pants, I didn’t want her to notice the state of my crotch.
Eventually, I just swallowed and said the first thing that came to my mind. Still in my fake English persona, I just muttered, “Blimey.” |
I honestly don’t remember how the rest of the two hours went. I just know that after watching this hot chick pee her shorts right in front of me, it took me something like a good ten minutes of splashing cold water on my face in the bathroom to get my brain right. I think I read somewhere that power is the greatest aphrodisiac, and while I’m pretty sure that was talking about how women are attracted to powerful men, in the moment it took on a different meaning for me. Being so turned on by watching this girl lose control, and knowing that it had happened because of me, because I had a freaking superpower, well. I’m not sure I’d ever been that turned on.
About what happened to the poor girl, though. I think I was too hot under the collar to really reflect on what I’d done, but I know that seeing her face and that vulnerable look on it gave me a small but powerful twinge of guilt, really the only thing souring the moment. Knowing she must be super embarrassed about peeing herself in front of a total stranger, I had to try and smooth things over. First of all, I quickly pushed a bunch of comforting thoughts to her, things like “that feels better now” and “it could’ve happened to anyone” and “they’ll dry out pretty quick.” You know, damage control. I wouldn’t want one of my best memories to be one of her worst, even if she was a stranger.
Then, still sounding like a dork, I tried to play it cool. I knew my face was still beet red, but I managed to get out something like, “Ah, don’t worry about that. I’ve seen my mate wee herself plenty. It’s no big deal.” Not exactly comforting, obviously, but as the only witness, I didn’t want her haunted by the idea of running into me again sometime. I followed it up by some more pushes: “He probably means it” and “I’m sure he won’t tell anyone” and “he’s nice. He could’ve been a total creep.” Obviously, the fact that I was even putting thoughts into her mind was pretty creepy, and trust me, that fact was not lost on me. But I was still really turned on, so it didn’t really stand out at the time. Basically, what I’m trying to get at is that the smile she gave before running off to the treeline to dry out looked genuine enough, so I think it worked. At least, I hope it did. I didn’t have Athena around to verify.
So, yeah. The rest of the time went by in a haze. I know Ray wanted it to be contest, but I was still too flabbergasted by my success to think about increasing my count. Heck, I don’t think I even thought anything would happen for any of us. And now not only was I on the board, but I had a fresh memory burned crystal clear into my mind’s eye. A little part of my brain wanted to replace “mind’s eye” with “spank bank,” but I didn’t want to be quite that honest with myself, at least not yet.
By the time I came back to the predetermined meeting spot, Athena was already there. “So you got one too. Nice.” She then held up a fist for an unenthusiastic bump. I know she’s psychic and all, but it probably was pretty obvious from the look on my face, and I knew I was likely getting redder knowing that she now knew exactly how excited watching that girl pee herself made me. It was made even more uncomfortable by the fact that we were the only two of our group back yet, so it was either awkward conversation or awkward silence. I’m not sure if it was made better or worse by Athena breaking the tension:
“Hey, look, dude, don’t sweat it. I’m sure everyone has their thing that they’re into. You think I don’t overhear dirtier minds than yours? Come on.”
I know I went an even deeper red at that, but it only made Athena laugh. Honestly, a large part of the awkwardness wasn’t just that she knew—I was used to that—it was that it was something I myself had only just found out. Not wanting the interaction to stay so one-sided (and not in my favor), I said in return, my voice cracking slightly,
“What are you into?”
She gave me a look that was somewhere between offended and amused. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I didn’t want to leave it at that, so I pressed further. “No, but like, seriously, Athena. Do you ever overhear someone who’s into the same stuff you are and try to hit it off that way? I mean, you know everything going on in our heads, and none of us know anything going on inside yours.”
She faced away, and when she spoke, her voice had a new flatness to it. As in, flatter even than normal. “You think it’d be cool to know what everyone thinks, but trust me, it’s not.” She paused, and I thought that was that, before she went on. “But to answer your question, yes, I’ve done that kind of thing before, and no, I’m not going to give you any more details than that.” Now she was done. I was of course wondering about what she meant, but I knew she wouldn’t go any further, especially since she knew I was still thinking about it but stayed silent anyway. Then something she’d said earlier popped back into my brain, and I was about to ask her about it when she answered me ahead of time. “Yeah, that’s right. I got one too. But don’t bother asking about it ’til Ray and Zenimeck are back, ’cause I don’t wanna have to tell about it more than once.” Naturally, I very much wanted to ask about it, since it didn’t seem fair that she could already know all about mine, but I guess I could wait. Especially since she seemed totally uninterested in the whole contest in the first place.
Turns out I didn’t have to wait very long. It was only a couple more minutes before Ray loudly shouted to us from afar. I turned to look, and Zenny was there with him. His face was as expressionless as ever, but Ray’s had an amusing mixture of naughtiness and irritation on it, like the kind of look a toddler would have when finding out that someone else had stolen more cookies than he had. I assumed that meant that Zen had gotten more wettings.
Well, I was close, but not quite right. As they came up to us, Ray said, a bit too loudly, “I spent the whole time trying, and guess what? I only got one. Freaking one! And this turd goes and gets one almost right away, then quits! So now we’re tied.” He let out a scoffing sigh. “What about you two? Any luck?”
I nodded, “Also one, yeah.” At the same time, Athena, looking down at her phone, held up a single finger.
Ray looked at us in disbelief before busting out with a loud and irreverent laugh. “Hah! So we all tied, huh? Still, better than nothing.” His eyes took on their familiar malicious glint. “Details? How ’bout I go first?” Without waiting for a reply, he launched into his story.
“So, I tried my luck at the bathrooms first, right? Well, pretty soon, that was a dead end. ’Cause, like, how are you gonna get a chick to piss herself when she’s already at the bathroom? So yeah. I started thinking, where’s someone gonna be who needs to pee that’s not a toilet? So I decided to check out a nearby bar. Find some day-drinkers. Someone who’d need to take a leak but could be distracted.
“So, before heading there, I swung by the corner bodega and grabbed a six-pack of beer and put it in my car. Then I drove a couple of blocks to find a bar and went in. It was still pretty early, right, so not too full. But I quickly set my sights on this Hispanic chick sitting at the bar. She already had a beer in front of her, and man, let me tell you, she was something else. Great face, great hair, great body. I mean, big boobs and a big, round, juicy—”
“Shut up and get on with the story, Ray,” interrupted Athena. Although used to Ray’s crudeness by now, it still seemed to irritate her. “Besides, I know you’re exaggerating.”
Being called out put a scowl on Ray’s face, but he continued. “Whatever, so, the point is, I sat down and started talking. And you know how it is. She couldn’t resist my charms.” He flashed a devilish smile, but when none of us reacted, he kept going. “Yeah, so I found out it was her second beer. So we talked for a bit and I bought her a third one. Well, by this time, all that beer’s gotta be going somewhere, right? I kept the conversation up until I knew she was about to go pee, then I said, ‘Why don’t we get out of here? I’ve got a six-pack in the car, still cold.’ And she thought for a little bit, then agreed.
“So we drove out to under an overpass and drank some more beer. Then one thing led to another, and we started making out. I knew she was probably needing to go pretty bad by now, so I started rubbing her bladder, just to see how she’d react to it. At first not much happened, but then she started pushing my hand away, so I knew it must’ve been working. We kept at it for maybe another fifteen minutes, before she finally said we should stop because she needed to piss. I kept trying to tell her it was no big deal, just to see how desperate she’d get before she did something about it. Eventually, she told me that she liked me, but she really needed to go before it was an emergency. Well, obviously, we were under an overpass, there were no bathrooms around. So I said, ‘You want me to take you home?’ and she’s like, ‘Sure.’
“So I started driving as she gave me the directions, being careful to go slower than normal. In the meantime, I could see her crossing her legs, trying to look casual, but I knew she had to pee. At one point, she even asked if I could go any faster. I said okay, but kept driving the same speed. By the time we got to her apartment building, she was obviously pretty uncomfortable.
“So we get out, but I try to keep talking, right, keep flirting with her. The whole time she’s into it, but she can’t stand still. I know that I’m close by now. Another few minutes go by, and then she has to excuse herself again, but I ask if she’ll invite me up to her place. And she says yes, so we go inside together. While we’re on the elevator, it’s just the two of us, so I try to make out some more, but I can tell she’s really having a hard time holding it by now.
“Once we’re at her floor, I try to stall her some more, but she’s totally laser-focused at this point. We get to her door, and I ask if she’ll let me in, but she’s not sure, and besides, she’s gotta pee. And then she pulls out her keys, but she’s moving so fast, she drops them. And I know, it’s now or never. I reach down and grab them before she can, and I tell her I’ll play a game with her. I’ll give her the key back if I can’t guess her phone number, a digit at a time, with no more than ten wrong guesses. Well, she’s not really in the mood for games now, but I made sure to do it as smoothly as possible, saying that if I get her number right, I can keep the key to let myself in. So she thinks I’m just flirting with her.
“And you know how it is. I can always guess right because I know if she’ll say right or wrong. Still, I didn’t want it to seem too suspicious, so I threw in some wrong guesses there too. But I got the entire number with only nine wrong guesses. So then I’m like, ‘I guess this key is mine, then’ and laughed. She laughed too, but then she said, ‘Come on, Ray, just let me in. I’m really about to piss my pants here.’ And then she put her hands in her crotch, so I knew she wasn’t exaggerating. I try to keep up the banter, and I say, ‘That’s okay. You’re right outside your apartment. You could always change them.’ She laughed, but then she’s like, ‘Or you could just let me in and I wouldn’t have to.’ I tsked at her and said, ‘No can do, sugar. I won this key fair and square. I think I’ll just make you wait.’ She moaned and kept trying to get me to give it to her, so I started teasing some more. I started talking about dripping water, and waterfalls, and things to make her more desperate.
“And then I knew I had her. The last thing I needed to do was one last little push. I started tickling her, and when she bent over, laughing and grabbing her crotch, I pulled her hands out with one hand and kept tickling her with the other. Then she gasps, still laughing, and full-on pisses herself. I mean, like, completely. She must’ve been peeing for like a minute. Her tight jeans were totally soaked by the end. And the whole time she’s swearing, and I laugh, and she punches me, but she’s still wetting her pants. By the end, there’s this huge puddle all over the floor. Once she’s done, she demands her keys back again and cusses me out. But then I go in for a kiss again, and the next thing you know, we’re making out again while standing in her puddle. So that went on for another few minutes before she left to shower and change. And who knows? Maybe I’ll call her, see if we can make something happen between us.”
Neither Zen nor Athena had any outward reaction to this. Maybe I didn’t either; I couldn’t tell. I just knew I was now feeling monstrously jealous of Ray (already something that had never happened before), even though just a few minutes earlier I was still riding on the high of what I had witnessed. I even was wishing a little bit that I could be Athena and see it in more detail directly from Ray’s own head, which maybe should’ve been a sign that I was getting way too into this whole thing. Otherwise, I never would’ve wanted to see inside Ray’s mind, of all people’s.
After a second or two, Athena looked up from her phone, still bored. “Cool. Should I go next?” Without waiting for anyone to answer, she started her story.
“Unlike you pervs, I don’t have any great way of making anything happen, which meant I had to focus on finding the right target. I ended up wandering around the park for a long time, especially in places with a lot of people, just listening. It’s a lot like using a police scanner. I would either sit down or wander slowly, just getting a general read on everyone. There were a couple of potentials, usually women in groups who didn’t want to break away and find a bathroom, but most of them were dead ends.
“Then finally, I had a breakthrough. There was this 26-year-old redhead who could barely think of anything other than finding a bathroom. I thought to myself, ‘This might be it,’ and began following her at a distance. The good thing was, we weren’t close to any restrooms in particular, so she didn’t even really know which way to go. That gave me time to try to glean information from her, though it was hard to sift through all the panic of needing to pee.
“When I finally thought I had enough to work with, I called out after her, ‘Bridget!’ She stopped and turned to see me, obviously didn’t recognize me, and said, ‘Yes?’ all while trying to stand still. It was good, because I could tell that the interruption was making her desperation worse, since now she was delayed but didn’t want it to be obvious that she was close to bursting. I went on: ‘Hey, it’s me, Athena. Remember me from high school? We were in the same dance class together.’ I knew she had taken dance in high school, so it worked as an alibi. And then I had to try not to laugh, because she put on this face of fake recognition, even though she doesn’t know me from Adam. And she was all like, ‘Oh! Hey! Athena! Good to see you again!’ before coming in for a hug.
“I could tell that now she was trapped, because she wanted to be polite and act nonchalant, but it was getting harder and harder for her. I knew she was just trying to find an appropriate point in the conversation to discreetly slip away, especially because she didn’t even know me. So to keep that from happening, I kept going on for a long time, rambling about my own fake life, and even dropping in names that she’d recognize from high school, to keep up my cover. That was when I got super lucky.” At this, Ray leaned in closer.
“She still wasn’t thinking about much other than going pee, but as I was talking about high school, a memory of hers resurfaced of a time when someone else actually did pee themselves, a classmate of hers called Rachel. So I said, ‘You’ll never guess who I ran into the other day.’ And she said, ‘Who?’ And I said, ‘Remember Rachel Fields?’ And then her face turned a little red, because of course she was just thinking about her accident. I kept going, pretending not to notice, but I could tell she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. Then, once the conversation had moved fluidly” (heh) “enough in that direction, I brought it up. I gave a little laugh and said, ‘Hey, remember that time when Rachel peed herself in Mrs. DiMarco’s class? That was epic.’ I’m sure you would’ve loved to see her face at that, Ray. She went white, and inside, I could tell she was right on the edge.
“She opened her mouth to try to excuse herself, and I could tell inside that she was starting to lose the battle. I pressed my advantage. I said, ‘I can’t imagine actually having an accident like that. Can you imagine having to pee so bad that you realize you can’t hold it anymore?’ I specifically said it in that way, because just then, she’d been thinking that she couldn’t hold it anymore. Then a new spike of panic shot through her brain, and I knew she had leaked a little bit. Nothing was visible yet, but she was frozen to the spot in panic, with no way of breaking away. So then I said, ‘I guess maybe she just started leaking, and it came out bit by bit, until there was nothing she could do but let it all out.’
“She was in a full-on panic by now, and she was leaking more and more. She was finally able to get out what she was thinking, and said, ‘I’m sorry, but I really have to go, like now.’ I could see her crotch was now wet, but I pretended not to hear her, and just said, ‘Man, if that were me, I would just give up and pee myself. I mean, it’s better than being in that much pain and then peeing my pants anyway, right? Just give in and let it flow.’
“And, yeah, it worked. She said ‘no, no, no’ and tried to turn and run off, but it was too late, and her dark pee stain was spreading across her butt. So she just stopped, looked down at herself, and went the rest of the way into her pants. They were dark green jeans, Ray.” Apparently he had been wondering. “The kicker was, once she was done peeing herself, she farted, grabbed her butt, and started crapping herself too. I think that letting go of one made her lose control of the other also. The last I saw of her was her waddling away with lump under her soaking wet backside. After that, I tried finding other possible options for the rest of the two hours, but with no dice.” Now finished, she pulled her phone out again. “That’s it, that’s my story. Who’s next?”
I couldn’t believe just how casually Athena had totally gotten on board with this whole thing. For a split second, I wished that she had my power, so that she could push the mental images into my head. Or that I had hers, so I could read them from her and from Ray. Talk about a superhuman power being wasted on the wrong person.
I was just about to recount my own success when Zenny cleared his throat and started sharing his story with no introduction at all:
“A victim of unhappy circumstance:
I saw her at a distance, and it seems
This girl had no choice but to wet her pants.
When spotted, I could tell at my first glance
Her bladder was close to bursting at the seams—
A victim of unhappy circumstance.
She neared the restroom, and I took my chance.
I held her feet down, and in such extremes,
This girl had no choice but to wet her pants.
She could not walk, nor do a potty dance;
Her feet unmoving, just like in bad dreams—
A victim of unhappy circumstance.
Then suddenly she stopped, as in a trance,
Then hid her face and let loose golden streams.
This girl had no choice but to wet her pants.
I then released her from her sodden stance,
Leaving her puddle, sparkling in the sunbeams.
A victim of unhappy circumstance,
This girl had no choice but to wet her pants.”
Then, with no further details, he closed his mouth and was done. (Oh, and by the way, for all you nerds out there, apparently this kind of poem is called a “villanelle.” A famous example of it is “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas. Yes, I had to look it up.) Ray’s face looked as though he was apparently dissatisfied with the lack of juicy detail, and he looked over at Athena, I assume wanting her to go deeper. She ignored him.
That just left me, and, well, you’ve all already heard about my experience. I gave the Readers Digest condensed version to the group, now feeling a little less awkward after hearing each of their own stories. Once I was done, Ray chuckled and said, “Well, that’s one for each of us. I can’t believe we got a four-way tie. That means none of us won.”
Athena spoke up blandly, “I got a girl to poop her pants. I think that makes me the winner, really.”
Ray scowled, clearly unwilling to see it from her point of view. “That wasn’t the contest, though. I specifically said we try to see how many girls we can get to pee in their pants. There was nothing about crap in there.”
Athena just shrugged. “Whatever, man. It’s your dumb contest, I guess you can make the dumb rules.”
Ray smiled again. “Dang right. Which means, since we all tied, I guess there’s only one way to settle this.”
Athena just said bluntly, “I’m sure I’ll be busy that day.” Since I wasn’t a mind-reader, I waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, I had to make an impatient gesture.
“It’s easy,” he said. “We have a tiebreaker contest.” |
Speed (the moving with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock) just showed up on Prime, so I was watching it last night and had a thought - what if one of the passengers needed to pee? I think they were on the bus for at least a couple hours, and I can imagine at least one of them needed to pee when they got on. Then I had another thought - lets see what I can come up with using Chat GPT!
My first prompt was "I like to see a story about one of the people on the bus in speed, but they really have to pee" I had to redo it few times, but ended up with a very nice story. I ended up using several more prompts to expand it, change a few things, etc, and here is what I ended up with. This is exactly as written, with the only editing being splicing the responses together to get rid of my prompts. NOTE: this is done using GPT 4, not the default of GPT 3.5.
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Annie, a young teacher in her mid-twenties, gripped the steering wheel of the hijacked bus with white knuckles. Her eyes darted between the speedometer and the road ahead, making sure to keep the bus above 50 miles per hour. If the speed dropped, a bomb rigged to the bus would explode, taking the lives of everyone on board.
As the driver, she bore the responsibility of keeping the passengers alive, a burden that weighed heavily on her. Adding to her anxiety, she had a pressing personal problem: an increasingly urgent need to use the restroom. The stress of the situation had intensified her need to pee, but there was no way she could stop the bus or ask anyone else to take over.
Annie's bladder screamed for relief, making it difficult to focus on the road. She gritted her teeth, trying to distract herself with thoughts of her students, her family, and her favorite hobbies. But the pressure was relentless, growing more unbearable with each passing minute.
In the back of the bus, Jack, an off-duty LAPD officer, was doing everything in his power to outsmart the bomber and save the hostages. He communicated with the police, strategizing and working together to find a way to disarm the bomb without slowing the bus.
Annie glanced at Jack in the rearview mirror, and for a moment, their eyes met. She could see the determination in his gaze, but he could also see the pain etched across her face. He quickly realized the source of her discomfort and felt a pang of sympathy.
With no other choice, Jack instructed one of the passengers to find an empty water bottle. He made his way to the front of the bus and handed it to Annie, whispering, "I know it's not ideal, but it might help."
Annie hesitated, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She looked around the bus, realizing that she couldn't bring herself to use the bottle while surrounded by so many passengers. The thought of someone noticing her predicament filled her with shame.
She handed the bottle back to Jack, her voice barely audible. "I can't do it, not yet. There are too many people."
Jack nodded in understanding. "Just hang in there," he encouraged her. "We'll find a way to save everyone, and then you can find some privacy."
Annie clenched her teeth, determined to focus on her driving and ignore her growing desperation. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as she battled the urge to relieve herself.
In the back of the bus, Jack continued working with the police, trying to devise a plan to disarm the bomb. He couldn't help but steal glances at Annie, admiring her courage and perseverance under such immense pressure.
As the bus raced through the city, Annie struggled to maintain her composure. Her entire body trembled with the effort of holding back the inevitable. She prayed for a solution, any solution, that would grant her the relief she so desperately craved.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the police managed to disarm the bomb remotely. Jack shouted the news to the passengers, who let out a collective sigh of relief. "The bomb has been disarmed! We can safely stop the bus now!" Jack shouted, relief washing over his face.
As the bus slowed to a stop, the passengers erupted in cheers and tears. Annie's emotions were a mixture of gratitude and desperation. Her bladder had reached its breaking point, and she could feel a small leak beginning to escape. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't wait any longer.
As soon as the bus came to a complete stop, she bolted out the door, frantically scanning her surroundings for a place to relieve herself. Jack, understanding her urgency, quickly pointed to a cluster of bushes nearby.
"Over there, Annie! Hurry!" he called out, concern in his voice.
Annie dashed towards the bushes, her hand pressed against her crotch in a futile attempt to stem the flow. Just as she reached the greenery, she couldn't hold back any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally allowed herself to pee, her body trembling with relief and embarrassment.
Jack approached cautiously, making sure to give her some privacy. When Annie emerged from behind the bushes, her face was a mix of relief and shame. Jack offered her a comforting smile, trying to put her at ease.
"It's okay," he assured her, his voice gentle. "You held on as long as you could, and you saved everyone on that bus. That's what matters."
Annie nodded, wiping away her tears. Together, they walked back to the bus, the weight of the ordeal still fresh in their minds. In the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges, they had triumphed and formed a bond that would last a lifetime. And although the hijacking ordeal would remain a harrowing memory, Annie would forever remember it as a testament to her strength, resilience, and the unwavering support of a newfound friend. |
text-davinci-003, chatGPT-3.5 and chatGPT-4
In a quiet suburban neighborhood in the heart of the United States, Gloria Carter was a young woman who had just moved into her first apartment. It was a small, cozy place, perfect for her needs. Gloria had a seemingly mundane life, working as a receptionist at a dental office during the day, but her passion for geocaching had always provided an exciting escape from her routine.
One evening, while browsing her favorite geocaching forum, Gloria stumbled upon a post describing an incredibly rare treasure hidden somewhere in her town. This particular treasure, known as "The Midnight Phoenix," was said to be hidden by an anonymous geocacher who had become somewhat of a legend in the geocaching community. The post claimed that the treasure contained a priceless artifact, making it a must-find for any serious geocacher.
As soon as she saw the post, Gloria knew she had to find the bird. She immediately made her preparations. She stepped into a pair of skin-toned body shorts to wear underneath her black leggings, ensuring that there are no visible panty lines. The fabric was soft and stretchy, providing a comfortable fit that would allow her to move freely during her treasure hunt. She pulled out her favorite black leggings, which hugged her curves just right, and paired them with a form-fitting, long-sleeved black top that showed off her toned arms. She slipped on a pair of black sneakers, ensuring she would be able to move swiftly and quietly through the streets. Gloria then put on a black beanie hat to cover her blonde hair and a pair of fingerless gloves to keep her hands warm in the chilly night air. Then she packed her bag with essential geocaching gear, including her trusty GPS device, a flashlight, a large bottle of water and some snacks. But she knew that this trip would not only be about treasure hunting. It would also be an indulgence in her secret pleasure. She rapidly drank several huge glasses of water. As she set out on her adventure after sundown, Gloria felt a rush of adrenaline. The streets were quiet, and the world around her seemed to stand still. Following the cryptic clues, she navigated through the town, finding herself in a dense forest on the outskirts of the city. The terrain was treacherous, and Gloria began to feel the first signs of her full bladder, a sensation she craved and enjoyed.
With each step, Gloria's excitement grew not just for the treasure hunt, but also for the increasing pressure her bulging bladder exerted on the delicate tissues in her small pelvis. She knew it was an unconventional pleasure, but it made her aroused and excited in a taboo way. Her bladder seemed to swell with each step, and the sensation was both pleasant and forbidden. She felt a strong tingling between her legs as the downward pressure from the bladder on the shaft of her clitoris grew. As she continued searching, she became more and more desperate, to the point where she had to cross her legs and hold her crotch to stave off an immediate accident. The sensation was intoxicating, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.
Gloria's steps hastened as she neared what she believed to be the final location of the Midnight Phoenix, her body betraying the urgency that consumed her. The thrill of her self-inflicted predicament coursed through her veins, an intoxicating mix of discomfort and exhilaration. Her posture was hunched, with her upper body bent noticeably forward, as if the weight of her secret pleasure threatened to topple her over. The dim light cast eerie shadows on her flushed face, her eyebrows furrowed in a blend of distress and excitement, her eyes wide and glistening with a daring, forbidden joy.
Her legs pressed tightly together, knees slightly bent, she struggled to maintain a steady pace, each step a precarious dance of necessity and taboo pleasure. Her breath came out in short, shallow gasps, her resolve wavering like the flickering flame of a candle on the verge of being snuffed out, but reignited by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
Gloria's hands alternated between clenched fists at her sides and gripping her crotch, as her sphincter needed urgent help to stem the flood. With every hurried step, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, a silent testament to the battle she waged within herself.
The air around her seemed to thicken with tension, mirroring the mounting desperation and pleasure that threatened to consume her. As she forged onward, the shadows played tricks on her strained features, painting a portrait of a woman caught between determination and surrender, driven by an unyielding desire to reach her destination before succumbing to the relentless urge that both tormented and delighted her every step.
She was sure she would wet herself anytime now. As she got closer to the target, she was dismayed to see someone else already being there, a burly man with a bushy beard and a backpack. He was staring at his phone, a look of intense concentration on his face.
She abruptly came to a halt, feeling an urgent need to cross her legs and clamp her hand on her crotch prevent herself from pissing.
As Gloria was standing there, legs, crossed, the man looked up and saw her. "You're here for the treasure too?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Gloria hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I am."
The man grinned. "Me too. I've been searching for this thing for hours. But I think I finally found it."
He held up his phone, which displayed a map with a red dot marking their current location. "According to the coordinates, it's just beyond those trees," he said, pointing to a thicket of bushes and shrubs on the other side of a small creek.
Gloria's heart raced as she realized that the treasure was just a few short steps away. But at the same time, her bladder was at its breaking point. She crossed and uncrossed her legs rhythmically, trying to hold on a little longer.
The man noticed her discomfort and frowned. "You okay?"
Gloria blushed, feeling embarrassed. She didn't want to admit to this stranger that she had a bladder fetish. But at the same time, she didn't necessarily want to have an accident in front of him.
"I'm fine," she lied. "Just excited to find the treasure."
The bearded man was not fooled. He could see the desperate excitement in her eyes and he found it incredibly sexy.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his voice low and suggestive.
Gloria blushed even more deeply. She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, despite her best efforts to hold on. She knew she was about to lose control, but she couldn't stop herself from being turned on by the situation. "I…I can't hold it any longer," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. The man stepped closer, his eyes flickering with desire.
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I won't judge you for what you need."
With those words, something inside Gloria snapped. She let out a low moan as she felt a hissing rush of hot piss gushing between her legs, soaking her leggings and falling to the ground beneath her. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation, both humiliating and incredibly erotic. The man watched in fascination as Gloria had her accident, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid member, stroking himself as he admired Gloria's now open stance and the expression of ecstasy on her face. She continued to moan as the forceful stream of piss poured from her crotch, splattering against the mossy ground.
Gloria felt her arousal intensify with each passing second as the man watched her with an expression of pure desire. His hand moved up and down his shaft in slow, tantalizing strokes, the head of his cock glistening with precum. The sight only stoked Gloria's arousal further. Even as she continued to piss, her hips began to move in response to his rhythm, as if her body was involuntarily responding to his motions.
The man's breathing grew louder and more ragged, and Gloria could see the veins in his neck standing out as his pleasure increased. He let out a low moan and increased his speed, his hand now a blur of motion over his shaft as he edged closer to orgasm. Gloria felt her own desire rising in response, and she let out a low moan of pleasure as her hand moved down to her own crotch. She began to massage her clit in time with the man's strokes, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as her pleasure built.
The man's moans grew in intensity, and Gloria felt her orgasm building too, her body trembling with anticipation. She moved her hand faster, her clit swollen and aching for release. Then, with one last cry of pleasure, the man let out a shuddering moan and came, his cum shooting out in thick white ropes.
At the same time, Gloria felt her own orgasm crashing over her. She let out a low, guttural moan as her body spasmed with pleasure, her cunt throbbing and her pussy gushing with hot liquid. They both stood there for a moment, panting with exhaustion and pleasure, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their orgasms. Finally, the reality of the situation dawned on them, and both were keenly aware of the awkwardness that hung heavily in the air.
Gloria’s face became a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she knew that what had happened between them was inappropriate and embarrassing. But on the other hand, a part of her couldn't deny the incredible rush of pleasure they had shared.
"Well," she said, after clearing her throat, "we still have a treasure to find, right?"
The man nodded, zipping up his pants and trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, of course. Let's do this."
Gloria nodded, but she couldn't quite shake the warmth that still radiated through her body.
As they continued their search, they found themselves stealing glances at one another, both curious and intrigued by their condition. The awkwardness was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by a tingling sense of guilty pleasure that neither could fully comprehend.
Gloria was keenly aware of the soaked leggings she was wearing, and she felt ashamed and excited at the same time, realizing she actually liked being exposed in this way to the bearded stranger.
The man's gaze, in turn, lingered on the wet patch on Gloria's leggings longer and longer, a hint of new desire flickering in his eyes. Gloria, for her part, couldn't help but feel an illicit thrill at the attention.
As they continued their quest for the hidden treasure, Gloria experienced a renewing sexual excitement between her thighs. The recent releases from her bladder and her juice glands had left her undergarments drenched, causing the material to adhere to her skin in a manner that evoked both embarrassment and desire. The bearded companion's overt, longing stare only amplified her excitement exponentially. She sensed her arousal intensifying, as slick and slippery juices escaped her and further saturated her already damp crotch.
The sensation was so powerful and exhilarating that she found herself unable to resist pausing to touch herself, feeling the slippery dampness on her fingers. In that moment, a shudder of delight coursed through her body, and she emitted a soft murmur of pleasure. The bearded man took notice, and he, too, appeared unable to withstand the renewed titillating allure of the circumstances. Silently, he approached her, his hand extending to touch the damp area on her leggings. Gloria felt an electric surge course through her as his fingers made contact, outlining the shape of her saturated undergarments. She moaned quietly, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch.
Drawing nearer, the man's beard grazed her ear as he whispered, "Do you like this?" Unable to resist, Gloria nodded, her body quivering with delight. The man's face, full of dark desire, remained fixated on her as his hand vanished beneath the waistband of her soaked leggings and body shorts. He tenderly explored her slick, wet folds, causing her to gasp in ecstasy as he rubbed her swollen clit. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and she found her body shuddering with delight as she experienced another climax, her pussy gushing with even more wetness.
As the bearded man continued to touch Gloria, his own arousal was growing stronger by the second. He couldn't resist any longer, and he reached down to pull off her wet leggings, exposing her soaked body shorts to the cool night air. Gloria gasped as she felt their fabric being pulled away as well, leaving her bare from the waist down. The man leaned closer to her, his hands tracing the outline of her now exposed pussy, his fingers grazing her engorged clit. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch with newly increasing urgency. Without a word, the man dropped on all fours, his mouth finding her wet folds. He licked and sucked at her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit in a way that made her writhe with pleasure. Gloria couldn't believe how good it felt, and she arched her back, her fingers digging and clawing into the soft ground beneath her. The man continued to pleasure her, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into her hot, wet, and pissy cunt. As she approached her third orgasm, the man got up on his knees and once again freed his fully erect and throbbing cock. He grabbed Gloria by the waist and turned her around, in turn pushing her down onto all fours. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he let his member slide in deeply between her pink, glistening and swollen labia.
Gloria gasped in surprise and pleasure, feeling his hard shaft stretching her out in a way that was almost too much to bear. He began to thrust in and out of her, his pace growing faster and faster with each passing moment. Gloria moaned and screamed, her body responding to his every touch and thrust. The man leaned in close to her, his hand reaching around to cup and knead her tits as he continued to pound her from behind. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and she could hear the sound of his grunts and moans as he approached his own climax. Suddenly, with one final thrust, he let out a loud cry of pleasure, his cum shooting out inside her in hot, sticky spurts. Gloria sensed him grow intensely rigid and expand further as he filled her up, and she came again in response, her pussy squirting a fervent gush of love juice. As they lay there panting, exhausted and covered in sweat and cum, Gloria couldn't help but wonder. The treasure hunt had turned into something far more exciting than she could have ever imagined, and she knew that she would never forget this night, no matter what the consequences might be.
After catching their breath, Gloria and the bearded man looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment, satisfaction, and a newfound understanding. They quickly got dressed, each feeling the lingering sensations from their intimate encounter.
Gloria's body shorts and leggings remained drenched with love juice and piss. As she donned them, she couldn't help but experience a tinge of embarrassment due to their condition. Simultaneously, a part of her relished the persistent dampness, which served as a vivid memento of the exhilarating, taboo encounter she had shared with the bearded man.
"Uh, we should probably find that treasure now," Gloria mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Yeah, let's do it," the man agreed, equally embarrassed but also determined to complete their original mission.
Working together, they searched the area for the last clue, using their GPS devices and following the cryptic hints they had gathered. As they found the site, the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the trees and foliage.
Hidden beneath a pile of rocks near the edge of a clearing, they discovered the geocache: a small, intricately carved wooden box. Inside the box, they found the coveted Midnight Phoenix.
As they stood there, holding the prize they had worked so hard to find, Gloria and the bearded man exchanged a knowing look. The sun continued to rise, bathing the forest in golden light and signifying the start of a new day.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment and connection, Gloria smiled at the man and extended her hand. "I'm Gloria, by the way."
The bearded man grinned and shook her hand firmly. "I'm Ethan."
Together, Gloria and Ethan left the forest, each taking a moment to reflect on the events of the night. Their treasure hunt had turned into something far more intimate and exhilarating than either of them could have imagined. And while they knew the night had come to an end, they couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in their lives. |
Hi everyone, do you miss me? I may come back to write some fanfiction from time to time but I haven't drawn yet. I'm sorry.
Well, this series happened because I scrolled to see the pictures that the AI Generate emerged as a female character wetting the bed with a Genshin character in it. It made me wonder what it would be like if the female characters in Genshin were to wet the bed. Although I don't play Genshin anymore because my phone memory is full. But I still feel connected to this game.
I may not write it well but this is my best.
Chapter 1 :
As the quiet night of Liyue's visit, the light from the lantern began to light up. A light breeze blows the coolness from the sea towards the people in the harbor. Ningguang and Beidou were having a toast after their work ended earlier than usual tonight at the Jade chamber. Beidou hopes to give Ningguang liquor to sleep this time.
Time passed near midnight. Second large jar of sake was about to run out. Ningguang did not show the slightest hint of drunkenness, and continued to drink her sake. Returning to the Beidou side, she blushed brightly from being very drunk and she started talking louder. Second jar of sake had finished and the third jar was on the way. Sake was halfway gone. Ningguang, who was drinking the sake happily. I was surprised that the noise seemed to calm down. She turned to the other side and saw that Crux's captain had already fallen asleep.
Ningguang ordered her maid to pack up and lead Beidou to Jadechamber's empty bedroom. As for her, she would go to her desk to write more of her work.Ningguang had been writing for a while, her head was heavy and her eyes were dizzy. Two and a half jars of sake have started to work. Ningguang turned to the clock next to her room, it was 1:00 am, and that was the last image she remembered.
“Ms. Ningguang........ Ms. Ningguang.” Ningguang woke up because of her maid. "Ms. Ningguang Today, you have to collect three people's taxes and go to the ceremonial courtyard downstairs." The maid finished speaking, then set the board in Ningguang's room and left. After Ningguang's maid I can go out for ten minutes. The first comer has come in. “I heard you evaded the taxes you had to pay three times already. This time, you need to pay it along with the balance.” Ningguang spoke to her fellow visitor in a calm and dignified manner, “I… I understand. I'll quickly find and pay for you.” The visitor replied to Ningguang with a stiff expression. "Within this week? Ningguang put her hand on her chin on the desk. The visitor was shocked by the conditions Ningguang offered, but accepted the conditions favorably as there was no way to negotiate with Liyueqixing and left Ningguang's room. Ningguang, seeing the visitor close the door completely, she changed her sitting position and moved her legs. Ningguang felt the need to pee now. The sake she drank last night was returning to her bladder. Ningguang had to hold her pee until two other visitors came and she could go to the bathroom before going to the courtyard below the Jade Chamber.
Twenty minutes have passed. The second visitor arrived. She is Ying'er. Ningguang had to return to her original sitting position. Calm and graceful as ever can't let the townspeople know that Liyue Qixing was holding her pee in front of them. “I never thought that you would owe someone else their taxes,” Ningguang said as she opened her tax account. "Just because I was so obsessed with mixing fragrances that I didn't even look at tax day," Ying'er replies, shyly scratching her hair. "Don't worry this is your first time. I'll forgive you, don't forget to pay the balance." Ningguang said as he put down the paperwork. “I know, and these are the taxes I have to pay along with last month.” Ying'er handed Mora to Ningguang. "Can I go yet? Ms. Ningguang?" Ying'er asked Ningguang. With a slight cross, “Yes, you can go now, in fact, you should have gone to the ladies' room before coming here.” Ningguang joked a little. Ying'er didn't say anything, only blushed and left the room.
But even if she said that to Ying'er, Ningguang didn't pee before this business either. Ningguang put her hand on her crotch and squeezed even more. With an exclamation in her heart, "Shit! I'm leaking! " Her graceful white qipao had no damage, but her shorts were full, even though they were black. Ningguang knew that if the visitor didn't come soon, she would definitely piss. Ningguang tightly squeezed her crotch and crossed her legs so as not to break the big girl's dam.
After about 5 minutes, a third visitor arrived. Ningguang had to put aside her inappropriate gestures for now, and returned to her calm as the previous two times, even though there was a risk that she would piss her off. This negotiation was nothing special like the first visitor, and he left.
All right, Ningguang feels good that she can go to the bathroom. She had to act sober all the time when the door closed. Ningguang hurriedly got up and covered her crotch with both hands. “There are still 5 minutes left before the ceremony in the courtyard begins,” Ningguang said to himself as he ran to the nearest bathroom. She ran for the rest of her life or her elegant qipao would definitely get wet. Ningguang ran to the bathroom and grabbed the knob, it didn't move! “I... I'm sorry, give me a moment. Do you urgently need it? The voice inside could tell that it was Ganyu. “Yes! I want it so much and I'm about to piss! Ningguang replied, with one hand gripping her crotch hard and the other smashing the door.
"Oh..... Eh, Ms. Ningguang! I'll hurry now! Ganyu hurriedly completed her mission. Ningguang cursed a lot as she held her crotch and danced around, "shit shit shit shit shit." “It will come out.” Ningguang said those two sentences back and forth. She began to think that if she waited for Ganyu to finish and got out of the bathroom, she might not be on time, and that Ganyu might have seen her peeing. Ningguang turned to find a pot of plants near the bathroom. If she took off her pants, someone might see her naked body. Ningguang thought hard, but her bladder didn't give her time to think, "Ah! Shit!" A major leak has occurred. "There's no time, I have to pee! Ningguang took off her black briefs and peeed in a pot of plants near the toilet. Ningguang felt relieved and embarrassed to have to pee outside the bathroom where others might see her peeing naked. “Feeling so warm~” When Ningguang said that, she was surprised that she actually took off her shorts and peeed. But why does she still feel warm in the ass?......
"Ms. Ningguang........ Ms. Ningguang."
Ningguang woke up again and saw her three maids waking her up. "Why are you sleeping here? The maid asked Ningguang. Ningguang remembered that it was 1:00 a.m. before she fell asleep and couldn't remember anything. "What time is it now? Ningguang asked her maid. "It's about 10.30am from the clock now." “All of you can go do your work now,” Ningguang calmly told her maid. The maid who heard her order immediately left Ningguang's office. when the door is completely closed Ningguang stood up and looked at the damage the dress had inflicted. It was visibly wet, not a single part of her back was dry. “I can't believe I pee in my pants while I sleep. Like a young girl! Ningguang said to herself as she took off her clothes to clean up. 30 minutes later Ningguang finished cleaning himself and was looking for a change of clothes when he saw a letter that was written in a hurry. Ningguang read the letter while she was naked. “I wrote a letter in haste because I didn't want people to see me in this state, but let me give you your bed linen for a moment, I'll give it back to you later. But next time I'll make you drunk! " As time passed, Ningguang finished dressing. There was an accidental visitor. She's Lumine. She walked over to Ningguang. Simultaneously submitting a picture that she had taken “Look, Ningguang. What did I find on the Crux!” Ningguang looked at the picture that Lumine handed over. It was the picture that Beidou was topless, and there was the bedsheet that she had borrowed from Ningguang, and her shorts and panties that were drying. At Beidou's ship's room There were stains on every piece, so Ningguang knew immediately why. But Ningguang couldn't ridicule Beidou because she also peeed on the bed.
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( Anyone who wants to read any female characters in Genshin can tell me in here, I'll keep them in mind. If you can tell me the dream that made them pee too that would be great. )
See you next chapter~ |
Chapter 2 came quickly because I was really into fiction.
This time it's all about Shenhe's dream, hope you enjoy it :)
Shenhe, she had intensely practiced her divine arts with many Hilichurls. She uses her Cyro vision abilities to train. The training went smoothly and Hilichurl was easily defeated, but then the training ended because there was no Hilichrul left for her to manage.
Shenhe returned to her palace, the Cloud Retainer flew down from the tower to greet Shenhe. "Welcome back How was the training? Shenhe walked over to her bed to rest. “Training went well. Although I have to take a break to drink some water.” Although the training went smoothly, Shenhe Had practiced since the morning, she used some energy. She had to rest and drink water in order to return the energy. Shenhe walked over to her bed and sat on it. "You're going to sleep without doing other errands? Cloud Retainer asked Shenhe, hinting at what would happen. “I just want to rest a bit and then wake up,” said Shenhe, closing her eyes.
“Shenhe..... Hey Shenhe! ” Shenhe slowly opened her eyes. She woke up, she was in a field near Liyue. “Shenhe, wake up! We promised that we would go to the Lantern rite festival together? “The one who awakened Shenhe was paimon. Shenhe got up and saw the traveler. She waved at Shenhe. "Let's go! " Traveler holding Shenhe's hand and headed for Liyue They arrived just as the Lantern rites were about to start. People are bursting into flames at the festival. The smell of food at each stall wafted into everyone's nose, "Wow! So many things to eat! " Paimon flies to the smell of each restaurant's food. The Traveler and Shenhe followed closely behind Paimon. "What should we order to eat during the festival? The traveler proposed to Shenhe.
"What you choose for me I'd gladly accept it if it was you." Shenhe said as she remained silent, showing no expression on her face. The traveler smiled and walked towards one of the beverage stalls. The traveler walks back to her with two extra-large glasses of Berry & Mint Burst. One drink the traveler would drink, and the other she handed it to Shenhe to drink.
Shenhe and the traveler drank water and went on a festival together, both of them found a lot, including food and releasing Xiao lanterns. The two of them did it together and continued the festival tour, just as they were enjoying the festival walk, Shenhe felt a tickle in her bladder. Drinking a lot of water caused her kidneys to work even more. Shenhe had to pee but not to the extent that she had to take care of it. The clothes she wore were hard to take off, and she didn't want to interrupt her happiness with the travelers.The festival lasted for a while. There were also Xinyan and Hu tao's harbor live performances, Xinyan's rock and roll performances, and Hu tao's rapping performances. is a good match The travelers and the audience cheered for both performances. Shenhe who enjoyed the performance of both of them until forgetting her desires for a moment.
When the performance ended Shenhe felt a heavy strain on his bladder again. Shenhe bounced and put her hands on her crotch and had to tell the traveler about her wish. “I think I need to pee.” The traveler, who heard that, held Shenhe's hand. "Let's go to the bathroom. I have to pee before the show starts.” The couple walked to the bathroom. Put them hands on crotch without embarrassment because there is nothing to hide. Both of their bladders constricted and increased in volume. None of the girls had leaked yet, but it was at a level that both of them had to take care of. The couple arrived in the bathroom not far from the festival. But the line for the women's toilet was very long, and there were many tourists and residents of Liyue who had to pee just like them. “Looks like we have to wait for them.” The traveler gripped her crotch more.
there were about seven women in front of the bathroom to pee, including Traveler and Shenhe they are restless Moving from foot to foot all the time, but the most worrisome symptoms were the Travelers and Shenhe. They hold their crotch and bounce all the time and they sometimes have some pee dancing. Both girls did everything possible to keep their clothes from getting wet but their bladder seemed to be one step ahead of them.“Ah!!!” The one who was moaning this time was the traveler, she leaked but she was able to hold it back traveler lifted up her skirt to see the damage of her panties. There were no wet marks because her panties were absorbent. The traveler held her crotch again so that it wouldn't leak again. Shenhe, who seemed to be calmer than the traveler, had actually leaked her pants several times already. Her pants were no longer able to absorb the pee she had leaked, and there were tiny wet spots in her pee holes.
As time passed, the traveler and Shenhe Seeing people leaving the bathroom with relief one after another. It didn't relieve them of their bladder at all, but they hadn't leaked any more until it was the next traveler's turn to use the bathroom. Now, if Traveler took her hands off her crotch, then disaster would surely befall her. traveler is wait when the people in it come out.
5 minutes have passed. There was no sign that the bathroom door would open at all. The traveler's tears began to flow, and she danced more violently and knocked on the door. "Give me a moment," a voice came from the bathroom. The traveler struggled until she leaked a huge "Ah! It's coming out! “Her underwear was damp and began to stain yellow. traveler was very flustered because she was about to peed, although this time she could stop it, but the next leak she definitely wouldn't have the right to stop it and pee. The traveler looked left and right, but there was no place to make her feel any less embarrassed. traveler is desperate and about to free her bladder and agree to pee in her pants.
But then Shenhe hurriedly picked her up and jumped out of there. Shenhe jumped and landed in a large field near Liyue. Shenhe put the traveler down, “This place must be safe. No one will see your shame." traveler, who was shocked by what Shenhe had done to her, accidentally relaxed her bladder. A hissing noise broke the silence until the end. The Traveler came to her senses again, but this time she didn't think to stop it. There was only Shenhe here. Then only she and Shenhe would know. After a minute, the hissing ended and the travelers peeed out. She was greatly relieved. Traveler stood up and watched the damage. Her lower garments were all wet, including her skirt and panties. “Don't worry, I'll help you clean yourself,” Shenhe said as he hugged the traveler. "You don't have to pee anymore? “The traveler is weird about this because the person who initiated the desire to pee was Shenhe, but she was still a little wet on her crotch. Shenhe, hearing the traveler say that, her bladder stirred again. "Ummm!" Shenhe had a big leak, and this time she let out a groan for the first time. She tried to suppress her voice. She tried to stop it, but this time it was of no use to her. Shenhe's muscles were too weak and all the urine came out of her pee hole. The hiss sounded again, Shenhe was relieved, and after 2 minutes, the hiss fell silent again. Shenhe had put on his pants in front of the traveler, her pants were wet but since they were already dark it was hard to see. “Let's go take a shower.”
Traveler took Shenhe to a river not far from where they peeed. The traveler went down the river first, and Shenhe was about to follow. But then Shenhe remembered how she was lying in her own palace, how did she wake up wide open and even though she had peeed with the travelers, she still felt a heavy bladder. Suddenly, Shenhe's bladder pain grew heavier, she covered her crotch with her hands and her buttocks began to feel heavier in as Shenhe's bottom was about to touch the river, Shenhe awoke. "Ha! Ha!"
She woke up, panting heavily, sweat running down her body. "Is this just a dream? “All that happened was just a dream of Shenhe. Shenhe looked at the setting sun. She had only slept for two hours, Shenhe was organizing her thoughts. The bladder reminded again. Shenhe leaked while she was sleeping! Shenhe felt lucky that she just leaked and didn't pee on the bed while sleeping. It's just that?! She leaked a little, but continued non-stop. She could not move out of bed. If Shenhe moved even the slightest, her bladder would explode. Shenhe gave up holding her pee and let her bladder empty. She covered her pee hole with her towel so the hiss wouldn't sound so Cloud Retainer wouldn't know she was peeing on her bed.
Two minutes later, Shenhe's bladder was empty. Shenhe took out a towel, it was all wet. And the bed had a big wet ring from Shenhe's piss. She hurriedly cleaned the wet cloth. as she left the room “I warned you about this.” Cloud Retainer appeared from behind Shenhe. Shenhe was shocked as her face turned red. "Did you see it all?! Cloud Retainer laughed slightly, “I saw everything about what you did, and I saw that with both of you.” Shenhe heard at Cloud Retainer can tell immediately who it is. She used to do this with her now, but it was a long time ago. “I never imagined that this mattress would touch the urine from three people,” Cloud Retainer said floating up, Shenhe was confusing . Three people? But she didn't think anything of it and succinctly said to the Cloud Retainer, "Would you please not tell the traveler about this?" “It would be a lot of fun if this reached the traveler's ears.” Cloud Retainer teased Shenhe.Shenhe left the palace and shouted at Cloud. Retainer before putting the wet clothes to dry. "Don't! "
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I'm sorry for the late response to comments as your comment just appeared. Coincidentally, I was writing Yae Miko's story.
The story in this chapter is about Yae. Miko, no one was involved in both dreams and indigo come true. Hope you all enjoyed what I wrote :)
Chapter 3
Yae Miko is a beautiful girl. Majestic and very mature She is the leader of Narukami Shrine. She specializes in writing novels and teasing others. There was no one who could repay her from being teased because she was smarter than expected she always used what was teased to tease back, that's why she was never defeated. But it doesn't seem like today. Today, Yae Miko is taking a night walk in Inazuma. Because she was bored of being in the shrine tonight. She walked towards the center of the city, holding a bottle of water to drink to relieve her dry throat. A lady like Yae Miko needs to stay hydrated all the time she drank water and went to a pond near Inazuma Castle. Yae put her feet in the water and stood in the wind. Yae remained silent for a long time, even if it was only 10 minutes.
The wind blew her hair, making her look even prettier than before. But no matter how calm and cool the night in Inazuma was, Yae Miko had to go back to Narukami Shrine to rest again. Yae let out one long yawn to remind her of her drowsiness. Yae returns to the shrine and enters her private room. Yae was too sleepy to do anything. She went to bed and flopped comfortably on the mattress.
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Yea woke up on a boring day as usual, today she had prayers in the shrine in the morning she turned to look at the clock. Thirty minutes until it's time to pray at the shrine!? Yae was slightly shocked and got up from the mattress, but she was in no hurry, slowly putting on her ceremonial attire this time. While Yae was standing still for her assistant Miko to help her dress, her bladder stimulated. Yae hasn't peeed since last night and she woke up late this morning. "I think I'll pee after this liturgy," she thought, moving from foot to foot.
The liturgy began, Yae stood at her altar. Yae wriggled a bit and began to chant her mantra, now she could easily hide her despair. But I don't know if during the prayer ceremony she will leak or not
The liturgy went very well from the beginning to the middle of the ceremony. Yae's bladder loosened slightly. "Ah!" Yae moaned in her thoughts. The leak wasn't that heavy, but it could be felt by the moisture in her clean underwear. Yae couldn't put her hands on her crotch due to the liturgy. She would be most interested if she squeezed her crotch now because she was in the center of the liturgy right now.
However, the liturgy had to continue with a shrine leader like her. The liturgy has passed through the middle to the end of the liturgy. The bladder began to fill more and more. It was almost impossible for Yae to hold it without putting her hand on her crotch until her pee came out of her bladder again. "Ahhh!" Yae moaned more than before, she almost lost her voice.The leak wasn't as severe as the first time, Yae was able to stop it but since she couldn't squeeze her crotch. The leak then came out again slowly but steadily. The shrine pants on the crotch are getting darker. Yae could feel that if she couldn't finish the prayer soon. Surely everyone at the shrine saw the pee in her pants.The prayer ceremony was difficult. There are five minutes left until the liturgy ends. Yae was still leaking into her pants, the wet patches spreading even more. It was a very long five minutes. Her face turned red and moved from foot to foot, and prayed that the ceremony would end soon. And then five minutes had passed.
The prayer ceremony has ended. Yae trembled and slowly descended from her prayer spot, and when she was out of everyone's sight, she immediately put her hand on her crotch.Yae quickly ran to the bathroom. She's never had to pee like this before. Every quick step Yae took made her bladder thump all the time. Yae leaked all the way until she reached the bathroom. Fortunately for Yae The bathroom was empty for her. Yae pulls down her clothes and jumps to the toilet to pee. A hissing sound echoed through the bathroom. Urine came out of Yae's urinal so violently that her pee overflowed into the toilet. Yae's bladder had finally relaxed after Yae held it for several hours earlier. After 3 minutes the hissing sound ended. Yae was so relieved that she passed out in the bathroom where she was.
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Yae wakes up on her matterss in her room again. The past events were just dreams. Yae was relieved that it wasn't true. Yae prepares to leave the futon to wash her face and do her duty, but......... when her hand groped in the middle of the futon where she slept, it was wet!! .... Yae got out and found a big wet mark on her mattress. Yae pissed on her bed! Her feeling of wanting to pee is real. She was ashamed to dry her mattress in front of the shrine. She was the shrine chief if anyone knew that Yae Their leader peeed on her bed and her life was definitely over. Yae thought of a way to hide this shame and realized that she was going to dry in the empty space of Inazuma Island. She also went there naked and exposed to the sun.She transforms into a fox form to return to Narukami Shrine. Even a thoughtful and intelligent person like Yae Miko would make the mistake of peeing in her pants. Her peeing will be a very good lesson for her next time she sleeps.
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I'm sorry that I haven't written for months because I'm still not confident. But I managed to finish this chapter.
Chapter 4
in a peaceful night No terrorists visited Mondstadt. Lisa is in her usual underwear and shorts. She was reading her favorite book and drinking tea in her bed. This was her daily routine as a librarian at the library. Return books and go to bed. Sometimes she may have a meeting of the Favonius Knights. She was enjoying her book until she had finished three cups of tea.
Lisa was enjoying her book until the last chapter she read. Lisa turned to look at the clock, it was midnight now. Lisa yawned. "I think I have to go to bed tomorrow. Jean scheduled a meeting with the Knights." She closed the book and put the book on the head of the bed, turned off the lamp and closed her eyes into a deep slumber.
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."Lisa........Lisa........Lisa!!!"
Lisa was startled by the sound of a gradual call coming from Paimon and the Travelers. “What business do you two have with me? Yeah, Lisa woke up with a daze. "We're going to borrow books from the library. Do you have any books to recommend?"
“Recommend a book?...Unfortunately, the recommendation books are all there. It must be forbidden at all. You can't borrow it temporarily. Oh really, "Teyvat guide book", would you be interested? " "Oh! Looks like a good book. Can we borrow it?"
"Then I'll try it out soon..." Lisa finished speaking and walked to the bookshelf. On the way to check the book, Lisa's stomach felt heavier. Lisa knew right away that she had to go to the bathroom, but now that she was on a mission, she had to brush off her thoughts about the bathroom for now. Lisa squeezed her crotch and loosened it before reaching the bookshelf. It turns out that the book the traveler needs isn't here. Lisa walked back to the traveler. "Wah...Too bad. Now someone has 'borrowed it'. Even though the book is due to be returned... This means that there must be many books borrowed that have not yet been returned. It's… annoying,” Lisa grumbled, moving her eyes and legs gently so that the traveler would not notice that Lisa had to pee.
Lisa asks the traveler for help and she rewards her with a book. "Well, I think after I get my borrowed book I'll go to the bathroom," Lisa grumbled to herself and then left the knight's office. to get the book. First person Lisa will visit is Marjorie.
Lisa came to buy souvenirs by letting the traveler choose and what the traveler would give Lisa was pumpkin pants. and then asked for a book from Marjorie
Alright, after getting the first book,
The next person that Lisa has to find is Sara. Lisa goes to the Good Hunter restaurant. Before ask the book, Paimon's stomach cried out. The printer commented that he should have lunch before going to the mission. Lisa agreed with Paimon, then walked to the restaurant's desk after lunch. from the table, but suddenly she felt another pain in her bladder. Lisa had had to pee earlier and added more to the lunch she had.Lisa squeezed her crotch even more and thought that if she didn't get the book soon, she would definitely wet herself in front of the travelers. Lisa was loosened from her crotch but she had to keep her thighs pinched all the time and asked Sara for a book.
Lisa easily got the second book back and the last person they had to find was Donna. Lisa and the Traveler arrived at the flower shop. "Both of you...do you have a favorite flower? I'll wrap it up for you…” After the traveler finished picking flowers for Lisa, it was time for Lisa to retrieve her books. Donna goes into her house to get Lisa a book. Some time passed while waiting for Lisa to hardly stay still.
She was squeezing her crotch all the time, but not letting the Traveler and Paimon notice that she was so desperate right now that Lisa couldn't fully focus on her crotch. Until the leak was over, "Ahh!" Lisa quickly put her hand on her crotch while moaning. She leaked out. This damage, she felt the moisture from her underwear, but luckily there was no wet mark. "What happened to Miss Lisa?" Paimon approached Lisa who was holding her crotch. "Oh! Nothing, I just need a room that's a bit private. I'll be there when I get the book back." The Traveler and Paimon looked at Lisa worriedly, but did nothing until Donna came out of her house with the book Lisa had borrowed.Lisa gets the third book back and says goodbye to Donna. 'I'm going to go to the bathroom here,' Lisa thought for a moment as she walked back to the library again, but the journey back was very difficult for her, especially since she was in despair.Lisa took a few steps and stopped squirming so as not to leak again until they had already arrived in front of the knight's office.But then it was like God bullied Lisa hard. Lisa leaked again and this time made her trembling pants more and more wet and didn't seem to stop. "You're really okay, aren't you?" Lisa moaned until the traveler could hear them. Lisa had no choice until she ran to the side of the office building to pee. Lisa moved down the shorts and the current stream immediately rushed out to be a very strong trend, travelers and Primon saw everything from the beginning to the end. The tide came out for more than 2 minutes after the last drop of pee left her body, Lisa fainted after holding her pee for so long.
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*ring*
The clock rang, it was now 7 AM. Lisa put her hand on the clock to stop it. She got up in a sleepy state. "Was it a dream just now? Lisa had a dream about her first encounter with the Traveler but it was different in that she peeed in front of the Traveler. Lisa is about to pack her bed to continue her mission. When she turned the blanket over, she found that a large wet mark appeared in the middle of the bed where she had slept. "Eh!" Lisa was very panicked that the wet marks appeared, indicating that her urinary relief was real. Lisa's cheeks reddened heavily and hurriedly cleaned the sheets and cursed herself that a lady like Lisa wet her bed.
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Hi everyone
I'm sorry for not posting a new story. Partly because I couldn't come up with a dream story for the characters. So it took a long time to finish this chapter. Hope you enjoy my story.
Chapter 5 ganyu
In the quiet night, in the Jade Chamber, Ganyu was sitting attentively in her work. The hundreds of documents Ganyu had to write were keeping her awake all the time, thus making Ganyu Ganyu had been picking up coffee most of the day to allow her to work as long as possible, and she took her third cup of coffee today. Ganyu was diligently writing her papers. The papers were gradually decreasing and he kept drinking coffee while writing.
Ganyu worked her work with stability and prayer until finally the first pile of papers was gone. As she was about to pick up the pile of papers to write again, her bladder began to feel heavier. Ganyu remembered that the last time she went to the toilet today was the morning before work today, and the three cups of coffee were now filling Ganyu's bladder. Ganyu used this moment to walk to the bathroom before a disaster struck her pants.
Ganyu left her office and looked for a sign that said the bathroom was not far from where Ganyu was standing. Ganyu quickly walked over to the place but was halted when he saw the cleaning sign in front of the women's restroom. "Guess I'll have to work until he finishes cleaning." Ganyu didn't want to waste time going to the bathroom downstairs, so he went back to his office to write papers until the bathroom was finished cleaning. Ganyu wrote sheet after sheet until Ganyu's eyelids became heavier. Ganyu turned to look at the clock, it was 2 Am. Her body needed to rest after working so hard that even three cups of coffee couldn't keep Ganyu from falling asleep now, and Ganyu finally bent down at her desk and Ganyu's eyes fell. completely sealed into a deep slumber
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In the darkness around Ganyu There was the sound of water hitting around her in all directions. The sound of water droplets became louder and louder, causing Ganyu to realize that Ganyu opened her eyes to find that she was in an unfamiliar place, not her desk. The place Ganyu was in was quite dark, but it didn't mean she couldn't see anything. All around her were oceanid creatures of various shapes. is swimming Ganyu knew immediately that she was in the ocean somewhere in Teyvat.
Ganyu enjoys the Oceanid swimming around. She was swimming after them. Surprisingly, Ganyu said that she was diving in this ocean for quite a long time, but her body didn't seem to be cold at all, but instead of her body became warm, but Ganyu didn't pay much attention to this and continued to swim after the Oceanid until they took Ganyu to the surface of the ocean. Ganyu swam out to the air above and looked around. She was literally in the middle of the ocean because there were no towns or islands around which she could get to shore. The sky above was overcast and a little windy. This kind of atmosphere made her feel comfortable, neither too hot nor too cold that she could almost fall asleep right there.
But that atmosphere didn't stay with her for long. The wind gradually grew stronger, the clouds thickened and the birds were flying frantically as if it were a sign of an impending storm. The storm thickens and the water from the ocean is gradually sucked up until the water level gradually decreases.The ocean level is gradually decreasing. The storm gradually expanded and sucked the Oceanid away one by one and approached Ganyu. Ganyu swam as fast as he could, but it didn't seem to work. The storm grew too fast until it pulled Ganyu in.
Ganyu was sucked in by the violent torrent of water that swept over Ganyu until she was blown away by the storm. She was blown several times at this time, and the cold and centrifugal force swept over Ganyu until she was freed from the storm.Ganyu emerged from the storm, she was thrown out and sunk into the ocean, and darkness came upon Ganyu again.
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*bump* Ganyu fell from her desk until her butt hit the ground.
“Ahhhhh!”
Ganyu woke up from the impact that had occurred. Ganyu gathered his thoughts and turned to look at the clock. It was 6 AM. She had only slept for about 4 hours. Ganyu was about to get up to continue writing the papers. The moment Ganyu sat on the chair, she felt the moisture on her buttocks. Startled, Ganyu rose from her chair to find a large puddle of golden water on the chair where she was sitting. Ganyu trembled and slowly touched her crotch and found Her panties are wet! Ganyu knew right away that she was peeing while she was asleep. Ganyu blushed and hurriedly cleaned the basin before the secretary came to meet her, quickly took the cloth in the room to wipe and took off her clothes and went into the shower to wash herself.
It doesn't take long to purify an elephant's body. Ganyu came out of the shower and put on her old clothes, but her bottom was bare, no panties to cover it because it was all wet with her pee. Ganyu blushed as he thought to himself that next time something like this would happen again.
Chapter 5 End.
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“Hi, is this seat taken?”
Briar raised her spectacled nose from her book to find the source of the voice that had cracked through her train ride reverie. Glancing to the door of her carriage cabin, her gaze was met by a blonde woman in a white floral romper cinched by a black belt that hugged her hips well and showed off her long toned legs. On her feet were big white boots that reached up to her knees and she had a canvas tote over her left shoulder. To complete her look, she even had a dandelion in her hair.
“No, it’s not taken. Feel free to sit here.” The woman was smiling broadly and Briar was impressed by her perfect teeth and piercing blue eyes. She was slightly annoyed that a stranger would be joining her in her carriage. She had been enjoying the quiet of the empty space and she had reached a really good part of her book; the main character had just discovered that his mother had murdered his wife.
“Thanks! A homeless guy just entered the carriage I was in and I figured I’d move down the train a bit,” the flowery woman told Briar unprompted.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Briar found herself replying, hoping her lacklustre response would prompt the woman to stop talking to her so she could resume her book.
Sure enough, her words had the intended effect and the carriage returned to its silent state. Resuming her book, Briar returned to her state of content as the train trundled on towards its destination.
In all honesty, Briar had no right to be upset at her cabin mate. The cabin was small, true, but it had two cushioned benches facing in on each other that could seat six. There were six cabins down each side of every carriage car and most were filled on a sunny summer Saturday afternoon like today, especially when they were heading for the coast. Everyone in the city took advantage of the warm weather and most trains were quite full. Briar had been quite lucky to spend the first half of the journey with a cabin to herself and an hour with this flowery stranger wouldn’t be too bad. There were no more stops for the rest of the journey, so it was unlikely that anyone else would join them.
As she read about the book protagonist’s handling of the maternal betrayal, Briar was annoyed to hear a tapping coming from across the cabin. Glancing up for the second time in five minutes, Briar was peeved to see that the woman was tapping her booted foot on the wooden floor of the cabin.
“Do you mind not tapping your foot please?” she asked politely. “It’s a wee bit distracting.”
Smiling sheepishly, the blonde apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be annoying. It’s a bad habit.”
Briar smiled in response and returned to her book. Out of the corner of her vision, she saw the blonde pull out some knitting needs and begin to work on what looked like a pink scarf. The clicking of the needles irritated her slightly, but she knew that it wasn’t significant enough to complain about. She’d have to endure the repetitive sounds for the duration of the journey. Wishing she’d brought her headphones, Briar did her best to reabsorb herself into her book.
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30 minutes later, the foot tapping recommenced.
Perturbed, Briar did her best to ignore it and hoped that the woman would notice and stop herself soon. After two minutes, she couldn’t take anymore and she spoke up.
“I hate to be a pest, but would you mind please stopping with the foot tapping. I’m at a really good part in my book and it’s making it hard to not reread sentences.”
“Ohmigod, I’m so sorry, I promise it’s unintentional,” the blonde woman exclaimed, flushing beet red and giggling softly.
“No worries, I have weird tics too,” Briar commiserated before feeling mortified that she had called it weird. She didn’t want to come off as rude and upset this poor stranger.
The woman gave her an embarrassed look before replying. “Honestly it only happens when I’m bursting for the toilet. The ones in this carriage are broken and I’ve been trying to hold it but I’m going to explode!”
“Oh dear,” Briar replied sympathetically. As an introvert, she hated when people overshared with her. She hated it even more when the oversharing centred on bodily needs since they made her think of her own. Luckily, Briar had visited the toilet just before boarding the train and her bladder wasn’t bothering her at all yet.
“Honestly, I’ve had to go badly on many occasions - as I’m sure you have too - but this is different! I feel like I’m so full I might explode,” the blonde woman exclaimed. The words tumbled out of her as if she’d been dying to tell someone about her plight.
“I’m sorry, I hope you can make it to a bathroom soon when we arrive,” Briar said, in an attempt to once again kill the conversation with this stranger. Unfortunately, this time it didn’t work and the blonde woman continued spilling her thoughts.
“To be honest, I don’t think I can hold it until we arrive,” she blurted, fanning her legs together. Perspiration had appeared on her forehead and her face was growing redder with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, sometimes I’m way too forward. I’m sure I’ll be fine, but it can get bad at times.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Briar asked, before immediately regretting letting the words out. Sometimes her need to appear polite got the better of her and she found herself offering to help people for no reason.
“You’re so sweet for offering,” the flowery woman gushed, crossing one long shapely leg over the other, “but I doubt you can help unless you have a chamber pot in your purse.”
Briar smiled at the woman’s joke, relieved that she wouldn’t need to help this stranger find a toilet. She raised her book to resume her chapter, but as she did so she was cut off midway.
“Sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Melony!” The blonde rose from her seat slightly, her booted legs crossed, and extended her hand to shake Briar’s.
“I’m Briar,” Briar replied, cursing the fact that this woman wouldn’t just let her read in peace. She didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore but this stranger was not backing down. She was truly as chipper as her outfit implied.
“Wow, such a pretty name! It’s a pleasure to meet you Briar.”
Briar could do nothing but sit in annoyance and listen as Melony spent the next 15 minutes rambling on and on about her life. As she explained how she had recently graduated from her masters at university and was looking for a job at a non-profit so she could give back to the community, Briar was amused to see that the girl was becoming more and more animated. Melony was shifting back and forth, crossing and uncrossing her legs and tapping her feet incessantly. To her own shame, Briar found herself hoping that Melony would wet her romper so that she’d finally shut up.
…so that’s why I’m loving living so close to the coast. I come up almost every weekend to go to the beach and see my friends. Sometimes my boyfriend meets me there which is nice since we’re doing long distance. I’m actually really glad I get to see him today,” Melony rambled. Suddenly she paused, pursed her lips and sat up super straight.
“Are you okay?” Briar asked, surprised by her cabinmate’s sudden movement.
“No,” squeaked Melony, jamming a hand into her crotch. “I think I just leaked.”
Slowly removing the hand, she bent forward to inspect the crotch of her white romper. Sure enough, Briar could see a coin sized wet patch on the fabric from the brief lapse of control.
“Ohmigod, it’s visible!” Melony exclaimed in horror. “Oh no, what am I gonna do? How can I hide this?”
Briar felt herself feeling badly for the desperate woman as she writhed in desperation. With a soothing tone, she suggested, “Stay calm, keep doing everything you can to hold it in and we’ll be at the station soon enough. We’re only fifteen minutes away.”
Melony jammed her hand back into her damp crotch and whimpered softly. Briar was doing her best not to make eye contact with the humiliated woman but she could see that tears were welling up in her blue eyes.
“I’m going to have an accident,” Melony sniffled in defeat. “I can’t hold it fifteen minutes.”
Briar cursed herself inwardly for interacting further, but she found herself reaching down into her bag. Pulling out a metal water bottle, she passed it across to the crying blonde.
“Use this, I’ll turn around,” Briar offered, standing up from her seat and passing the bottle across the cabin.
“No, I can’t do that in front of you. I’m in a romper, you’ll see everything,” Melony gasped, fidgeting profusely.
“Trust me, I don’t like it either,” Briar admitted. “But I know what it’s like to be desperate. If you don’t use this bottle, you’re going to absolutely soak yourself.”
“I don’t want to make you witness this,” Maloney sobbed, mortified by what was unfolding. “I’m a complete stranger.”
“Just go already, before I change my mind,” Briar snapped. “I’ll keep watch.”
Rotating on her heel, Briar turned her back on the blonde and moved to hold the cabin door closed by the handle. As she held it in place, she could hear Melony shuffling around behind her. The blonde’s boots kept clomping on the floor as her romper rustled against her thighs. Finally, Melony’s voice broke the awkward silence.
“Um, can you please undo me? I’m stuck!”
Heaving a sigh of exasperation, Briar turned back around to face her cabinmate. Melony was a sweaty mess, her face flushed and her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. Briar could see that even more pee had leaked out and there was now a wet spot the size of a clementine on her crotch.
Rushing to position herself with her back to Briar, Melony pulled her hair out of the way and revealed her pale neck. At the base of her neck was the string from the straps of the romper, tied together in a knot.
Deftly running her fingers over the knot, Briar untied it, letting the straps fall loosely against Melony’s neck. Gasping out a thank you, the blonde woman tore down the top half of her romper and began fighting with her belt buckle. Her newly exposed breasts bounced freely against her chest with every desperate tug at her belt, and Briar shifted her eyes away from the blonde’s large pink nipples. Briar couldn’t help but admire the size of Melony’s supple breasts, larger than her own, as they jiggled in her desperation.
Finally, Briar watched as Melony managed to get her belt buckle undone with a loud sign of relief. In a fluid motion, she yanked down her soggy floral romper, revealing a saturated white thong. Dropping this as well, Briar was surprised to see the woman’s unshaven damp golden bush.
“Please look away,” Melony pleaded, shoving the metal bottle up close to her leaking pussy that was sending rivulets down her toned thighs.
Shame washed over Briar as she realized she had been staring at this exposed stranger and she quickly averted her eyes, directing them at the panelling of the cabin wall. She wasn’t sure why she’d been transfixed with fascination but she was certainly embarrassed by it.
From behind her, she heard a sigh and a moan as Melony began to pee into the bottle. The loud sound of liquid splattering against metal echoed through the enclosed space and Briar could hear the absolute geyser of a release in full detail. Melony let out a soft moan and Briar couldn’t help but feel that she was witnessing a very intimate moment.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. In her embarrassment, Briar had forgotten to keep watch. Wheeling around, she shoved the door shut as whoever was on the other side began to push it open.
“Occupied,” she called. “Come back later.”
Behind her, she could hear Melony shifting around in a panic. Turning her head, Briar witnessed Melony in the midst of yanking up her romper mid stream. The woman had a look of panic on her face and tears streaming from her eyes. She managed to get the romper back up over her hips but her large breasts were still jiggling in the air, totally exposed and pee was still pouring out of her.
Briar watched in morbid fascination as this cheery, kind stranger absolutely flooded her romper. Pee yellowed the white crotch quickly before cascading down her thighs. Snaking back and forth like an overflowing river in spring, the streams of pee poured into the tops of her tall white boots that hugged her toned calves.
“No!” she cried, before emitting a guttural sob that tugged at Briar’s heart strings. She felt terrible for not helping the woman sooner but now it was too late to do anything but watch. Pee had begun splashing off Melony’s thighs and was forming a golden puddle on the floor. The blonde woman was shaking slightly from the euphoric release and her clothing had quickly grown transparent, leaving little to Briar’s imagination.
“I’m so sorry,” Melony sobbed. “This hasn’t happened since I was a little kid.”
“Don’t worry,” Briar replied reassuringly, “You did your best.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, I can’t let everyone see me like this!”
Briar undid her her button up and handed it to the blonde. “Wrap this around your waist. We’ve only got like ten minutes left in the journey. When we arrive, I’ll walk you to a clothing store and you can buy a new outfit.”
“You’re literally an angel, thank you,” Melony smiled through her tears. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Briar blushed at the compliment, overcome by the guilt of having been annoyed at this kind stranger the whole trip. “I just know how terrible I’d feel in your shoes. Let’s get you sorted and then we’ll go on our merry way.”
Smiling more now as the tears subsided, Melony pulled Briar into a hug. Briar was surprise by the gesture, as the scent of pee washed over her and Melony’s bare breasts bumped into her chest. She was grateful that the universe had decided to teach her a lesson in kindness on that particular day. |
This story was inspired by a chat I was having with somebody in my other thread and in private where they mentioned how they liked to take their female friends out jogging and enjoy the satisfaction that came with being able to go and pee in the bushes or pee on a tree like that knowing that his female companions weren't able to do likewise. And seeing as that was the last thing I was thinking of before I had that small amount of time to write I ended up writing that story, and I think it actually turned out pretty well.
It does sort of remind me from when I was younger and when I used to go in the woods with my cousins who would pee on the tree while I would hold it all day, or at my job where the men would pee outside but the women would hold it all day. Just another one of those situations that is filled with unfairness that makes desperation so much more interesting! Enjoy! Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/12066.html
The Desperate Jog
"I guess we could go jogging together in the woods, I probably should get more exercise, how long do you think will be gone," Jill said.
"I don't know, probably just a few hours," Paul said. "Just remember to bring lots of stuff to drink because you don't want to get dehydrated while we are out jogging all day like that."
"Well yeah but you don't want to drink too much while you are out and away from, well you just don't want to drink too much either," Jill said not wanting to admit the real reason that she didn't want to drink too much while she was out in the woods like that was that she didn't want to end up having to go to the bathroom.
"Well yes it's a careful balance but it's important to stay well hydrated when you are jogging all day in the hot sun like that. I mean we will have some shade from the trees and everything but it still going to be warm, and you certainly don't want to end up dehydrated."
"Okay I will meet you in just a few minutes, let me just take care of a couple things," Jill said by which she meant she was going to go to the bathroom really well since she didn't want to have to go to the bathroom while she was out jogging.
Paul of course knew exactly what Jill was up to as he knew that she tended to go to the bathroom at every opportunity but he had never actually been jogging with her in the woods for several hours like that. Truth be told is it was all part of the fiendish plan of his to get Jill as far away from civilization as possible in the hot sun, where she would be forced to be drinking a lot and end up being stuck in a situation where she would be desperate to pee and have no other recourse, as he knew that Jill certainly wasn't the type who would pee outside.
"Okay I'm ready, let's go," Jill said as she came out a few minutes later making sure to bring a large bottle of water, the fact that made Paul smile. He realized it was a tricky game to play where he wanted to encourage Jill to hydrate herself regularly but without making it look like he was specifically trying to trap her into a situation where she would be badly in need of a bathroom.
The two of them began jogging rather slowly but as the sun began rising it started getting hot really quickly, and Paul found himself drinking a lot. Jill kept looking at him every time he started taking a drink from his water bottle and licking her lips but trying to only take small sips from her bottle.
"You know Jill you really should drink more, I know that usually you drink a lot in general, as you always have your bottle of water with you," he said.
"Well yes but when you are away from home you don't want to drink too much because, well you just don't want to be over hydrated," she said not wanting to mention the fact that the real reason she didn't want to drink too much was she knew that it would make her need a bathroom rather quickly.
"I don't think you should worry about getting over hydrated, I think you should take a couple more sips of your water, you're looking kind of exhausted," Paul said.
"No I'm fine, I just perhaps could use a break for a moment."
"You know I could actually use a pee break pretty badly," Paul said trying not to smirk too much and he could see that Jill looked as though she was frowning when he said that. "Is something the matter Jill?"
"No nothing at all, go take a break and we will meet back here in, well whenever you are done," Jill said as Paul smiled and went off into the bushes.
Sometimes Paul felt that he was being intentionally cruel, but there was something that he enjoyed more than anything else about relieving himself like that when he knew that there was a woman nearby who was unable to go to the bathroom. Something about having that freedom to relieve himself when she did not was what made these experiences so exhilarating to him. He didn't know why he liked that particular aspects so much, but something about having that little, he would almost call it a superpower, that Jill didn't, that no woman seemed to possess, sort of made him feel especially powerful, something especially really masculine about being able to piss forcefully on the bushes knowing that Jill was only a short while away standing there with her bladder filling rapidly by the moment.
As Jill watched Paul go off into the bushes to relieve himself she had to admit she would love to go to the bathroom herself. Although she had been carefully watching her liquid intake she definitely had the urge to go to the bathroom. Something about drinking and being constantly in motion like that certainly didn't help the situation. She tried not to look often Paul's direction but she found herself getting antsy just knowing that he was off relieving himself a few feet away.
As Paul started walking back with a big smile on his face and drinking more from his water bottle Jill found herself very subtly and involuntarily pressing her knees together. She didn't realize just how badly she had to go to the bathroom until she saw Paul relieving himself like that.
"Feeling better," Jill said trying not to bite her tongue at the annoyance.
"I feel a lot better, wow I really had to go," Paul said. "I really drenched those bushes! There's something about peeing in nature like that that's just so freeing, it's almost exhilarating."
"Exhilarating?"
"Yeah, something about just standing out there in the Majesty of nature and whipping it out and pissing forcefully all over nature, it's a really wonderful feeling, don't you think?"
"Yeah probably, I wouldn't know," Jill said looking as though she were getting a little bit antsy and aggravated by this line of conversation.
"You never pee outside?"
Jill shook her head. "I'm not going to expose myself like that in the middle of the woods where somebody might see, or where various critters from nature might start attacking my nether regions. Let's just say I don't want to expose my derrière to the wilderness like that."
Paul couldn't help but snicker little bit as the thought of Jill's derrière hanging out in nature was a funny image to him, but it still wasn't as entertaining of the image of Jill seemingly jogging in place or the fact that it was obvious that she needed to go to the bathroom.
"Shall we continue?" Paul said as they once again began jogging. Paul couldn't help but notice that Jill was lagging behind a little bit, and although she didn't want to she was drinking from her bottle more and more. For a moment he could see that Jill was stopping and looking around and went over to her. "Is something the matter?"
"No, it's just we've been out here for a couple of hours now, how much longer do you think we're going to be out here?" Jill said.
Paul looked around and smiled and looked at his watch. "Well the way I see it we are halfway into the woods, so I guess we are probably about half way through our journey. You're not getting tired are you?"
"No, I'm fine," she said, but Paul could see it was very clear that Jill needed to use a bathroom. She needed to use a bathroom a while ago and now it had been probably another hour that they had been jogging. The way Jill was walking he could see that she was getting obviously uncomfortable.
"Well we could take a break to rehydrate," Paul said squirting the water down his throat as Jill subtly without even noticing what she was doing crossed one leg over the other.
"Yeah I suppose we could take a break for a little while," Jill said but now all she could think about was getting to a bathroom.
"And I really have a wicked need for a piss right now," he said. "Seriously drinking this water just goes right through me."
"You don't have to announce it every time, go nuts," Jill said as she stood there reluctantly drinking from a water bottle and putting her hands on her knees as Paul went off into the woods, and Jill could see within her line of vision that he was enjoying himself watering the tree. Now she was starting to get frantic, and the fact that Paul felt a need to constantly mention that he was going to the bathroom was certainly not helping the situation.
As Paul came back swinging his arms confidently with a huge smile on his face Jill felt like slapping him but she didn't want to seem like she was crazy or something, so she simply smiled as he came back.
"It felt better coming out the second time than it did the first time, you know how once you break the seal and everything," Paul said.
"Um, yeah," Jill said and now she was having a hard time not crossing her legs in an obvious manner.
"Are you sure you don't want to stop and maybe take care of business," he said looking over in the direction of the bushes.
"Yeah I don't want my ass to be bitten by a snake or stung by some kind of who knows what," Jill said. "Let's just keep jogging and we will be home soon enough."
"Okay but remember don't dehydrate yourself."
"Don't worry I think I have a lot of fluid inside of me right now," Jill said embarrassed to admit that she was just admitting that her bladder was extremely full. "I guess we'll just keep jogging and hopefully I will sweat it out."
"Okay whatever you feel is best," Paul said as they continued jogging. He could see that Jill was pausing every few moments and pressing her knees together and crossing her legs in a manner that was far from subtle. He could see that she was going out of her mind but just seeing her like that and knowing that there was no escape from the situation was exciting him like crazy.
"How much further do we have to go?" Jill said sort of jogging in place and dancing from foot to foot.
"Let me look at the map," Paul said as he smiled as he saw that there was a way home that would probably take them even longer, maybe even significantly longer, and he knew which path they were going to take. "You know I think I remember that there was a shortcut around here."
"Well I certainly hope it is shorter as we have been out here for a really long time now and I feel like I'm getting really tired." What she really was ready to scream was that her bladder was ready to explode but she didn't want to give away that priceless piece of information.
"Yeah we don't want to push things too far, you know we should probably take another break, cause honestly I really really need to piss once again."
"Jesus that is like the third time!"
"Well like I said it is important to stay hydrated when you are out on a jog like this, and I have been staying well hydrated, I have been drinking a real lot, and once you break the seal it really goes through you."
"Hey I've been drinking a lot too, and I haven't been stopping to piss every time we take a pause."
"Nothing is stopping you."
"Anatomy and my own personal inhibitions are stopping me pretty firmly in my tracks."
"Are you sure you don't want to go?"
"Oh my God stop talking about it, just go take a piss if you going to take a piss!" Jill shouted as this was becoming unbearable.
"I think I will, be right back," Paul said and he couldn't help but laugh as he walked off into the woods and started peeing in the bushes once again. He couldn't believe how much he had peed as he felt like this time he peed more than ever. As he came back with a confident stride he could see that Jill looked as though she was doing breathing exercises to try and maintain her equilibrium. "Wow I can't believe how much I went that time!" Paul said as Jill glared at him in a way that told him he had better shut up.
"Come on, let's just go, I'm eager to get home now," Jill said and they both knew exactly why. All Jill could think about was sitting her ass down on her toilet and letting loose but it seemed like Paul was intentionally lagging behind, stopping every few moments to catch his breath. In truth it was just a tactic to delay them getting home further. "Come on I think we are almost there," Jill said.
"Just a second, I really really need a break right now," Paul said as Jill started pulling at her hair in frustration as Paul went just a few feet away, close enough that Jill could literally hear his pee hitting up against the tree as she stood there now openly grabbing herself.
"Okay no more breaks, we really have to get home now," Jill said as she began sprinting but stopping every couple of moments to grab herself and press her knees together and cross her legs.
"You know I think I know another shortcut," Paul said as he held up the map but as Jill looked at him he realized that she had lost faith in his so-called shortcuts, which probably took twice as long as going the original way. "Or maybe not, shortcuts aren't always the quickest way after all, the name can be misleading!"
They continued running, both practically out of breath, until they saw the clearing and knew that they were almost home.
"Well Jill it has been nice jogging with you, I hope we can do it again sometime," Paul said smiling as he could see that Jill was still jogging in place and practically hopping up and down.
"Yeah it was a lot of fun but I really really really really have to get home right now," Jill said as she started running fastest for the homestretch. She didn't really think it was possible for her to run that fast, particularly with such an uncomfortably full bladder, but as she saw her home she could barely contain herself as she went to reach for the doorknob to realize it was locked.
She immediately began looking in her purse until she realized to her horror that she had left her keys in the house.
"No no no," she said as she grabbed herself and began to panic until she remembered that she had a spare key hidden in a fake rock. She couldn't remember exactly where she had hidden it but as she started looking in the trees the pressure that she was putting on her bladder by bending over was certainly not making the situation any easier. Finally she found the rock and she found the key, and she could barely stand still long enough to insert the key into the door and practically broke the door down when it finally opened.
"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now," Jill said as she pulled open the door to the bathroom, jerked her pants down and slammed her ass down on the toilet as she began peeing louder and more forcefully than she ever remember doing before, and it seemed to go on forever and ever, almost longer than all of the times that Paul went combined.
Finally Jill finished up and decided that she would take a shower. She felt rather sweaty but looking at what she had just done in the toilet bowl she could say confidently that she didn't really sweat out all that much during the entire day.
"You know nothing gets you running like a full bladder," she said as she laughed to herself and got into the shower. |
A Socially Distant Easter
----- This story is loosely based on a reddit post I stumbled across, If you DM me I'll send you the link to it. I know it's a little late, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. Would love to hear your thoughts and feedback, I'd definitely consider writing another story with this characther ------
Sloan leaned her head against the passenger side window of her Mom's car. It was an overcast, but reasonably warm spring morning and they were passing by a McDonalds. A McDonalds that her and her family had patronized many times as it was just around the corner from her church. It had been well over a year since she had actually been to church, and a lot had changed in that time. It was Easter Sunday 2021, just over a year since the COVID-19 pandemic had swept across the world. It had come at difficult time to Sloan, who had been in the process of preparing to finish High School and move on to college while also dealing with her parents tumultuous divorce. The divorce had been particularly hard on her Mom, who found the whole situation incredible embarrassing as the news spread throughout their small community like a virus of its own. Quarantine had made things particularly difficult as she was unable to see her friends. During this time, Sloan and her Mom had become particularly close as they worked through everything together, until the fall eventually came and Sloan went off to college a couple hours away.
The distance was good for her, life felt more normal, her classmates were certainly concerned about the pandemic, but as you might expect, it certainty didn't completely put a hold on freshman social activities. Sloan quickly found herself falling in with a group of good friends and for the first time in months, thriving socially again. Despite this, her thoughts frequently drifted to her Mom back home, left by herself to work a full time remote job and look after her two younger sisters. They talked on the phone often, and Sloan tried to go home to visit and help out whenever she could, but she felt a nagging sense of guilt for not being there more, and a newfound respect for how her mother was able to handle everything.
Sloan had gotten home from school for Easter weekend last night, and this morning the family was going to an outdoor Easter mass held by the local church. Her parents had actually never seemed particularly religious, but church was always a big social event for them. Her Mom had made a lot of friends in the Church and they always made time to catch up on a weekly basis before and after the mass. Sloan never cared much for church herself, but she could tell today was a big day for her Mom. It was her first opportunity to see her friends in person in over a year, and pretty much the first time since the divorce that she would be able to see them all together. She had been up early this morning, wanting to ensure that everything was perfect.
As they pulled in to the parking lot, Sloan took note of the time, it was 11:10. The service didn't actually start in 12, but her Mom had wanted to get there early to socialize. Normally, Sloan wouldn't have been thrilled about having to spend even more time at church, but she was actually looking forward to socializing a bit herself. Just before the pandemic had started, Sloan had been recently flirting a bit with a boy at school, Brian. It hadn't progressed much, and quarantine had seemed to silence the flame, but a couple months ago they reconnected a bit on social media and had been texting almost every day since. Brian went to the same church as Sloan and would be there today, and she was actually quite excited to see him.
As her Mom parked the car, Sloan took note of the setup, the Church had gotten a flatbed truck and used to make a makeshift outdoor Altar on the lawn, with row after row of folding chairs placed in front of it. Off to the side, she noticed there were already several groups of other early arrivals chatting and catching up. Sipping on the large iced coffee she had gotten on the way over, Sloan followed behind her Mom and sisters as they headed over a reserved a few seats for themselves, before her Mom headed eagerly off to greet her friends. Not long after, Brian and his family arrived, and his eyes met Sloan's immediately. They greeted with a friendly, but exciting hug and got to catching up immediately.
The next 30 minutes seemed to fly by chatting with Brian. Sloan was overjoyed that they had picked up right where they had left off last year and their chemistry certainly felt improved by their late night chats over social media. They were interrupted by Brian's mom calling out to him to help her with something and as he walked away, Sloan noticed that her heart was beating with excitement just from their conversation. Despite the joyous feeling of a new romance, Sloan noticed that her body was sending her another familiar feeling, the feeling of a filling bladder. She looked down at her phone, there were still about 10 minutes before the service started, Brian was off helping his family and Mom was busily chatting with her friends, giving Sloan the perfect opportunity for a quick bathroom break before the service started. She walked over to the church building, finishing off her Iced Coffee along the way, but was slightly alarmed to find the main doors locked. She walked around to the side of the building to see if the side door was open, but that too was locked. She glanced around the congregation area, but couldn't see any sign of any useable bathroom or indication of where people were supposed to go. Surely, she thought, the church must provide bathroom facilities, but then again, it was only a somewhat abbreviated 90 minute service, so maybe they were just hoping people could manage.
If someone really had an emergency, she figured they could probably ask someone who worked at the church to open the doors, but that certainly wasn't Sloan at the moment. She had only wanted to go as a precaution and so that she could be comfortable during and after the service, but she could definitely hold it for now.
She walked back over to her seat and sat down, setting her empty drink cup on the ground in front of her, and shortly after her family sat down to her left and Brian sat directly next to her to her right. They got back to casually chatting a bit as the service seemed to be a bit delayed in starting before finally, the music started playing and the service commenced at about 12:10.
As usual, Sloan found it difficult to focus on the service, her mind wandering to all sorts of different topics. Her conversations with Brian, her Mom, her upcoming final exams at school, and, with increasing frequency, the building pressure in her bladder. She checked the time, 12:43. Given the late start, she guessed there would be about another hour in the service, and then surely the restrooms in the church would have to be made available. She definitely had to pee pretty bad now, and would certainly like to relieve herself and be comfortable again, but she wasn't overly worried. Sloan had always fancied herself as having quite a strong bladder, never seeming to need to go as much as her friends and rarely getting in to a situation where things got extremely urgent. In the drinking culture of college, Sloan had seen a lot of her new friends have some very close calls hurrying back to the dorms or waiting for the restrooms at frat parties, and while there had certainly been a few occasions where she was very happy to reach a toilet, she fortunately had not been reduced to a panicking desperate mess like some of her friends had. She actually felt a strange sense of pride that despite facing her share of bladder busting situations, it had been a very long time since had actually reached such a state in public. She was an adult now, and could cross her legs and hang on like a grown woman for as long as she needed to.
Over the next 10 minutes, Sloan did a good job of pushing her full bladder to the back of her mind, until her daydreaming was interrupted by her youngest sister, Marcy, approaching her Mom, and in a hushed whisper telling her that she had to pee really bad and needed to go right now. Sloan could quickly tell that her Mom was a bit annoyed by the request, currently being very sensitive to calling any unfavorable attention to the family and not wanting to disrupt the service, but after a short whispered argument, she agreed to walk Marcy over to the church to the go the bathroom. Sloan wanted to warn her Mom that the church was locked, but really had no way of doing so without admitting that she tried it for the same reason, something she wasn't willing to do with her Mom already annoyed at her sisters immaturity and also with Brian sitting directly next to her. She could only sit and watch as Marcy and her Mom trudged over to the church, and, just as she had earlier, found it locked. Sloan glanced around, but there didn't seem to be any Church employees available who weren't directly involved in the service. Squeezing her own legs together and checking the time again, Sloan thought about ridiculous it was that the church would put on this event, directed at families, with no bathroom access and absolutely no warning that there wouldn't be any. Had she known she wouldn't have access to a toilet for hours, she certainly would have skipped the large iced coffee, they always seemed to hit her bladder particularly hard.
Marcy and Mom returned to the seats, once again forcing the family on the end of the row to stand up so they could pass. Mom looked no less irritated as she leaned in to Sloan while rummaging through her purse and quickly whispered "I'm going to have to take your sister to McDonalds, keep an eye on our things" Sloan's heart leapt, this was perfect, she could take Marcy to McDonalds, allow her Mom to stay and watch the rest of the service, and get to relieve herself in the process!
But, before she could offer, she was quickly interrupted by her other sister, Abby. "Mom, can I come too? I need to go as well" she whispered. "Ugh... Abigail..." her Mom responded, hardly even attempting to hide the disappointment in her voice, but not wanting to cause any more of scene "Fine, let's go"
Sloan wanted to interject, and offer to take them both, but people were already beginning to turn their heads at the disturbance, and Mom quickly began shepherding her sisters quickly back down the isle, trying to catch up to them now was only going to cause even more of a scene and embarrass her Mom even further. She checked her phone again, 12:59, probably only another 45 minutes, she still wasn't overly worried. Having to hold a full bladder for 45 minutes with her crush sitting next to her wasn't going to be a particularly enjoyable experience, but she would get through it. She recrossed her stocking clad legs, a position that fortunately seemed fairly natural in the tight knee length dress she was wearing. She was definitely a bit over dressed for the occasion, but she had wanted to impress Brian... and I guess look good for her Mom too...
Another 15 minutes passed, and unfortunately for Sloan it turned out that her body had now quite been finished processing that coffee. She was able to think of little else besides her filling bladder as she unconsciously leaned forward and rapidly bounced her right leg up and down underneath her left one which was crossed over it. Even with that coffee, even with the water she'd had at home before it, she had peed before putting her dress on. She should not have to go this bad, and the end of the service could not come soon enough.
"Sloan...?" Brian said, snapping her out of her trance as she realized he was standing up next to her "Want to come with us for communion?"
"Oh... erm... yes" she said, unable to hide how flustered she was that she allowed herself to be so distracted by her bladder that she didn't even notice communion starting. She quickly stood up, something she immediately regretted has it multiplied her need exponentially. She reflexively crushed her legs together, let a quiet, but involuntary gasp, and turned away quickly so that Brian and his family couldn't see the obvious discomfort on her face. She began walking slowly down the row toward the main aisle, trying not to hobble too much as she collected herself. Taking her place in line, she turned and gave Brian a brief smile before craning her neck back toward the parking lot, where the hell were her Mom and sisters? She discreetly looked at her phone, 1:17, the McDonalds was only a few minutes away, they should be back by now.
The good news was that communion meant the service was almost over, and Sloan was relieved that the crowd remained silent as they waited, there was no way she could carry a conversation in the state she was in, especially not with Brian. All her energy was focused on suffering in silence and not dancing around like a desperate little girl. As the minutes ticked on and the line crept forward, Sloan certainly couldn't help but feel like a desperate little girl, unable to think or care about anything else other than her now seriously bursting bladder. Even in her beer filled college nights she had never had to go this bad. At least in those situations, she could always at least try to get herself a toilet. Even if one didn't come immediately, just knowing that it was her top priority and that she was doing something about it always seemed to calm her bladder a bit. But here she was, stuck standing in a barely moving communion line on a cool spring afternoon, wearing a short, tight sexy dress and having intrusive thoughts about the possibility that her iced coffee felt like it was about to run down her legs in front of her crush and nearly everyone she knew.
She squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could and leaned forward a bit as she took another step toward the Altar, fighting off a particularly intense surge. This was really quickly becoming an emergency situation.
She took stock. As slow as the line felt, it was moving, and nearly 10 minutes had passed. Glancing around, it seemed Communion was half finished, meaning the service would likely end in about 15 minutes and she would be on the toilet inside in 20.
20 minutes, she could hold it for 20 minutes. She hadn't had to go pee this bad in a very very long time, but she was a big girl now and could wait 20 minutes to use the bathroom like the mature adult that she was.
The line continued to move, but Sloan's self pep talk had brought her back from the ledge and given her a bit of a second wind. Other than standing with one knee bent in toward the other with her foot gyrating around, she had regained her composure and was just a few people away from the front of the line. As she was about to take communion, she looked back toward the church. She really wanted to just head straight to the church after communion, she knew there would definitely be a lot of people wanting to use the bathroom and after the service and she absolutely needed to be near the front of that line, but as she and Brian took communion and started heading back to the seats, she knew there was no way she could do it without embarrassing herself. She would just have to make her excuses and speedwalk over there the second the service ended.
Being able to sit back down was really helping Sloan, and she was happy to see communion wrapping up. Her Mom and sisters had apparently returned and were near the back of the line. She had her legs firmly pressed together now and was jiggling them rapidly when she thought Brian wasn't looking. Just a few more minutes... the effects of sitting were wearing off and Sloan was starting to feel panicky again. She was so done with this, God she just needed to PEE. Why oh WHY was the stupid service so unnecessarily long? WHY did they lock the church during it? She had done nothing wrong and yet was left sitting in this stupid chair with a searingly full bladder, needing to pee worse than any other time she could remember, frantically jiggling her legs around in her sexy dress right in front of this cute guy she had been talking too. She was beyond frustrated at this point, it felt she had a stomach ache her bladder was so full. She leaned forward in her seat, emptying her lungs through her nose, trying to suppress her frantic movements and erratic breathing as much as she could, but she was quickly getting to the point where she didn't even care if everyone knew she had to pee as long it would get her over a toilet in the shortest amount of time possible.
Her Mom and sisters took their seats next to her as the priest began his closing remarks. Sloan was huffing through her nose the whole time, rapidly scooting her ass back and fourth on her chair, she was sweating now with the effort of holding it in, her thighs starting to slip around wildly due to the moisture between them.
The priest droned on and on, WHEN was this torture going to end? Sloan tried to calm herself down and focus on breathing normally, if she absolutely couldn't keep her legs still at all this point. It was 1:45, this should have been over by now, but really would have to be ending any second. She was beyond caring about maintaining her composure at this point, surely anyone could paying attention could tell that she was about to piss her dress either from her labored breathing or frantic squirming.
Another frantic few moments passed and Sloan's mind was racing through contingencies. Screw waiting until the end of the service, she had to do something NOW. She looked around everywhere as she continued to bounce around wildly in her seat. There was still no one over by the church... God... there was just absolutely nowhere to go. There a few people wandering around the parking lot, maybe she could hide behind a car... pull her dress up as far as she could and... ugh...
Finally, Sloan heard the music she had been so desperately waiting for, the song indicating the end of the service. It seemed to take much longer than usual, but it finally came to end, and the crowd started to stir. Sloan didn't hesitate and immediately began making her way out of the row as quickly as she could, her bangs starting to fall over her bright red face, leaning forward in obvious agony.
As she made a beeline for the church, hobbling as fast as she could, she gently touched her swollen tummy. She could literally feel bladder protruding out of her. There was basically a ring of pain along the waistband of the boyshorts she was wearing under her dress. She tried to quicken her pace, there were only 4 stalls and she had to have one, she felt like as soon as she stopped walking it was going to shoot out, whether she was over a toilet or not. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that several other people were also walking from the altar area toward the church, including some of the staff members. She could only hope someone was already in there.
She hit the main door, still locked. She walked quickly in a circle, frantically looking around, one of the female volunteers at the church was headed straight for, just a few seconds away. She walked in another quick circle, pee dancing wildly right in front of the door. Just as the volunteer was about 15 feet away from her, Sloan watched as a mother and her young daughter caught up to her from behind and struck up a conversation with her.
NO. Sloan thought, PLEASE DO NOT DISTRACT HER NOW, I NEED HER TO OPEN THIS DOOR
In a complete panic, Sloan took a few steps toward them, and tuning in, could hear the mother asking the volunteer if she was going to open the church, as her daughter need to go to the bathroom. Sloan's eyes darted down to the pee dancing girl holding her Mom's hand, then back to the volunteers face, her heart breaking as she saw her regretfully shaking her head, explaining that they had taken the opportunity to renovate the church, and that for legal reasons they could not let anyone inside.
As she processed this information, Sloan froze, the world seemed to slow down, the gallons of hot pee inside her rushed to the very edge of her urethra. Sticking her ass out behind her, she bent forward as far as she could, her head almost level with her knees. She wanted to use her hand to grab herself, all shame forgotten, but her dress was too tight. Her entire bladder shuddered.
She looked up, her vision blurred by the tears in her eyes as a searing surge of pressure rocked her slim body. This was it, she thought, she was going to piss herself. A grown woman, in a nice dress in front of everyone she knew.
She took a breath, no, the McDonalds, she had to get there. This couldn't be happening. She took off back towards the seats as fast as she could, quickly locating her Mom, who was talking to several of her friends, including Brian's Mom, who Brian was standing next to. She hobbled up to them, not even waiting for a break in the conversation.
"Mom! We need to leave now, I have to go the bathroom really badly"
"Okay dear, just let me - "
"NO! .. Mom, now PLEASE, or I am going to wet myself right here"
Her Mom did a double take and looked back at her daughter, her pride and joy, there was a moment of silence as she looked her up and down, bent half over hugging herself, rapidly stepping back and fourth from foot to foot, face beat red and hair matted to her face with sweat despite it being a relative cool morning.
"Okay honey, let's get our things and go"
She couldn't believe what she'd just done, her Mom looked so embarrassed and disappointed in her. Sloan felt herself stifling sobs, as they rounded up her brother and sister and quickly gathered there things before quickly walking back towards the car.
Breathing heavily and still hobbling as they approached the car, Sloan looked around and realized her ordeal was not even over, as everyone was trying to leave and there was a long line of cars leading out of the parking lot. She was going to pee in the car then, she figured, but at least only her family would see. So much for trying to a mature role model for her sister, she was going to piss herself spectacularly in front of them in their family car.
"I'm sorry Mom" Sloan sniffled out as they joined the line of traffic, Sloan crying in the passenger seat, completely hunched over hugging her knees.
"Jesus Sloan" her Mom said "Get it together, do you really have to pee that bad?"
"Oh my God Mom YES! YES you have no idea. Why didn't they have any bathrooms there?!? I wouldn't have had that coffee if I'd known. I've been dying all day."
"...It's okay honey, I didn't realize... Just hold on a bit longer, the McDonalds is just down the road once we get out of here.
Sloan was hunched over, almost hyperventilating, looking down at her feet as she felt the car start and stop repeatedly, she couldn't even stand to look outside and see how bad the traffic was, she just had to hang on until they got the McDonalds. The car was quiet, no one saying a word, the only sound being the barely audible radio and Sloan's repeated gasping. After what felt like hours, Sloan finally felt the car speed up, signalling to her that they had finally made it out of the traffic. Looking up, she could see the golden arches in the distance, salvation was just past one more red light, and then her torture would be over.
She looked back down at her rapidly bouncing feet, her legs were beginning to feel sore from how tightly crossed they had been for so long. She felt like she was completely covered in a thin film of sweat, as though the pee was trying to escape through her pores.
After a moment, she felt the car decelerate and she looked up again and her stomach dropped at what she saw, it seemed that nearly every car that had left the parking lot was now trying to get in to the McDonalds, a huge line of traffic had formed on the side of the road, all waiting to get in to the lot. Without even saying anything, Sloan got out of the car and ran across the grassy divider toward the store, weaving between all the cars attempting to navigate the parking lot she nearly knocked over a young family who was leaving. She flew through the store, around the corner, and of course, oh god, a fucking line.
The McDonalds had 2 unisex bathrooms, and there was a massive crowd in front of them. Mostly parents and their desperate children. Sloan felt like she was having a panic attack. It felt like the universe just really wanted her to pee her pants today. Like when she had been denied at the church, Sloan felt her body urging her to just give up, to just pee all over the floor of this McDonalds, humiliating, but at least she would be comfortable again. She felt like she was going to black out, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, are you in line?" It was a mother with two kids in tow
"Um............. no... go ahead"
Sloan turned and ran back outside, better to at least pee herself in the parking lot right? She immediately spotter her Moms car, still not even inside the parking lot yet, and ran for it. She jumped back in to the passenger seat and immediately used both her hands to forcibly pull her tight dress up to her ass so that she could bury both hands in to the crotch of her boyshorts. She turned and saw her Mom giving her a bewildered look.
"The place is jammed" she cried "Just take me home, NOW"
She left one hand in her crotch, and bent over and buried her face in the other one. She could feel the sweat on her forehead with one hand, and the sweat between her legs with the other. Her urethra was pulsing, throbbing, doing everything it could to make her soak her Mom's car seat in front of her entire family.
Still looking down, she felt the car speed back up, it was only about 10 minutes back to the house, but Sloan really didn't think she could make it. She had to pee so bad she felt like she was going to vomit. She felt water logged with liquid. Every time she felt the car slow down she looked up and felt like she was going to lose it. She turned to her right, trying to hide herself from her Mom, and used one hand to pull the waistband of her boyshorts away from her bloated abdomen, thrusting the other hand down to hold herself more directly. She was pretty sure she hadn't actually let any pee out, but her panties felt swampy, as though the pee in her bladder had been radiating out and raising the humidity inside her pants
Finally, she felt the car make a left turn in to their neighborhood, she looked up and could see the house approaching, she was going to make it. Just a few more minutes and she would be free of this pain.
The car pulled in to the driveway and Mom stopped the engine and quickly got out and started in the garage. Sloan prepared to make her run for it. She wasn't even going to pull her dress back down, she was just going to run straight in. She got out of the car and quickly hobbled in the garage, hoping none of the neighbors were watching, burst in to the house after her Mom, ran straight to the bathroom, kicking the door closed she pulled down her boy shorts and panties in one shot, sat and down and YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
A blast of pee shot out of her so hard it ricocheted off the porcelain and splatter the bottoms of her thighs. She let out a guttural moan as finally, finally, she got the relief she had been continuously denied. Her stream went on and on, powerwashing the toilet bowl as she felt her bladder slowly start to deflate. She was gasping for air, as though she'd been holding her breath the entire time she'd been holding her pee. She could finally relax again. She peed a strong stream for well over a minute, and then sat and caught her breath for a few more, before washing her hands, straitening herself out, and exiting the bathroom.
Abby, her middle sister, was sitting at the kitchen table and Sloan felt the blush return to her cheeks when she saw her.
"I've never had to pee that bad in my life" she said
"I know" Abby replied "It's ridiculous that they didn't have any bathrooms there, I might have wet my dress if Marcy didn't ask to go"
Sloan proceeded up to her room to change, and she pulled on a more comfortable pair of pants, ready to relax for a bit before driving back to college, her phone buzzed and she looked down to see a text from Brian. Her shot up in to her throat, the blush returned again.
"Hey, it was really great to get to see you today!"
"You too" Sloan responded, before adding "I'm sorry we had to rush out..."
"It's okay" Brian shot back instantly "It was crazy that they didn't have any bathrooms, pretty much everyone left after you guys did for the same reason, I thought I was going to wet myself in the line at McDonalds, it was crazy"
Sloan smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to think less of her for her emergency.
Brian continued "Anyway, we should definitely get dinner or something when we're back for summer break"
"I would love that" Sloan responded, before letting herself fall back on to her bed, still exhausted from her ordeal. |
This story follows Maggie, a 19 year old girl from the forgotten continent where the beast people live. Generations ago, her family were beastmen with features resembling German Shepherds. Now, they're humans with a few small extra features and abilities. She'd recently decided to move to the western world, where things were more human. With the large disconnect between the two sides of the world, neither one had accurate information on the other. Both sides were in for a blessing in disguise!
What Maggie didn't know was that, when coming to the Western world, you need ID and relatives to prove that you are who you say you are. Unfortunately, since she'd hidden in some crates on a trade ship, she not only didn't have any ID (that wasn't a thing where she comes from), but she had no idea about how immigration works. When she arrived with no ID and no relatives in the western world, she was given to a local homeless shelter for temporary refuge until they figure out who she is.
This first part is mostly used for world building and the omo will not be until the second part.
Story begins here
A large, stained wood table was being set for many people to have breakfast together. Wearing light blue outfits, staff members brought out the last of the silverware before the dietary staff opened the doors to the well decorated dining room. People of all ages spilled in, splitting into groups of friends and taking their seats. At one end of the table, an interesting conversation could be heard.
Kelly, a 22 year old homeless girl who'd taken refuge in the local homeless housing program got comfy in her chair. Her brown hair suited her curvy figure well now that it was all cleaned up and properly straightened. Filled with excitement, her large brown eyes shifted to her friend Alissa. "I can't wait to meet the new girl! Nobody's actually seen her yet, but she's already the talk of the city!"
Next to Kelly, a skinny 21 year old girl draped her black hair over the back of the chair before settling her hazel eyes on her friend. "I know! I hear she's from the forgotten continent! I've always wondered what it's like over there. Bet it's exciting! Like the forgotten lands in fairy tales!"
"Wouldn't that be something!" Said Kelly, eyes full of excitement and curiosity!
"I've only heard tales of the people over there, but I hear they come from a very different way of life. Every now and then, little clips of videos pop up online before they get taken down again. I hear the people over there are much stronger than most of us over here!" Answered Alissa, her eyes brimming with excitement and wonder!
"I've seen a couple videos and heard some rumors. I can't say for sure, but I hear there's no technology or money over there. Just a bunch of people and their settlements in the forests. There's a couple blurry pictures of these huge networks of walkways up in the trees going for miles in every direction! What I wouldn't give to visit a place like that!" Replied Kelly, her excitement getting the better of her and raising her voice a bit.
"No money? Then they don't get paid? How do they earn a living?" Asked Alissa, her tone shifting to be a bite more curious than excited.
"I don't know. It could be that they just don't see the need for it, since they don't have the need to buy or sell anything. Legend has it that the entire continent is actually one big community, thousands of miles wide! Maybe they treat each other like family, just helping out instead of asking for money." Said Kelly, quieting her voice after getting a couple looks from nearby people trying to have their own conversations.
"Wouldn't that be amazing?! One big happy family, the size of-" Alissa stopped talking as silence fell over the dining room.
At the doors to the hallway stood a tall 19 year old girl wearing a light blue hoodie with the hood pulled up and the strings pulled tight around the edges of her face. Her dark blue frilly scarf was wrapped loosely around her neck, the ends hanging down from her left shoulder and dangling at her waist. Her black sweatpants were rather baggy, giving nobody any idea of what her actual figure was. Her look was completed by a set of pink, fluffy slippers.
The girl just stood there as her nose slightly twitched and her vibrant orange eyes scanned the room. It was obvious that she was incredibly nervous.
"It's okay, Maggie. This is the dining room. Breakfast will be out soon. Why don't you have a seat?" Said one of the staff members, showing a lot of patience and care with the new girl.
After looking around for a moment, Maggie started walking towards a set of 3 open seats before hopping over the back of the middle chair and landing perfectly centered in her seat. Why is everyone staring at me like this? She lowered her head and tightened her hood a little more.
A tall, muscular man across the table noticed the new girl's behavior and looked away to give her some space. He attempted to resume his conversation with his friends sat beside him, but didn't have any luck. Everyone was fixated on the new girl and and an eerie silence filled the room.
"Are you okay?" Asked Alissa, a tone of genuine concern in her voice.
Maggie lifted her head slightly and looked over to see who was talking to her. She simply put her head back down after looking over to find Alissa looking right at her.
This isn't what I expected. Thought Kelly.
Alissa extended a friendly hand towards the new girl and spoke up. "My name's Alissa. What's your name?"
While Maggie was feeling rather overwhelmed, she couldn't help but notice the scents of kindness and compassion coming from the girls beside her. She lifted her head and spoke quietly. "M.... Maggie."
"It's nice to meet you Maggie! Did you sleep well?" Asked Alissa, ecstatic to get an immediate response from this very reserved girl!
Maggie spoke softly, still not ready to have a full conversation just yet. "I didn't sleep at all. There is just too much going on all at once and I just feel trapped."
Alissa took a moment before coming up with an answer. "What's bothering you? It's okay. I'll be your friend, you can talk to me about anything."
Maggie also paused for a moment before finally deciding she should talk about it. Sitting here with her head down wasn't getting her anywhere anyway. "It... It is all just too much. There are machines all over the place, whatever this electricity stuff is, the humming is driving me crazy... And then everyone wears this scented stuff which makes it hard to get a feel for their smell, and everyone keeps staring at me."
Naturally, the silence in the room meant that everyone heard at least some of what Maggie just said.
Across the table, the large man stood up with a rather serious look on his face. He only had one thing to say. "Everyone stop staring. You're overwhelming the poor girl. Just give her some space, jeez."
People looked at each other before a few of them apologized and went back to doing their own things. A few apologies came Maggie's way as well, which were taken with gratitude. Funny how one man who she never met could improve her mood so drastically just by standing up for her.
For the first time since entering the dining room, Maggie lifted her head. She gave a ginormous smile, giving her new friends their first look at her puppydog face! "T-thank you for doing that for me."
"It's no problem at all. People should be more considerate." Said the man as he sat back down.
Just then, a set of large doors opened at the rear of the dining room and the staff started handing out everyone's breakfast. Everyone got exactly what they wanted, except for Maggie. Her late arrival the previous night and refusal to talk to anyone meant that nobody was able to ask her what she wanted to eat. When Alissa and Kelly both got exactly what they wanted, Maggie was served pancakes, coffee, and some mixed fruit.
Maggie took a sec to absorb the smells of everyone's food. It was all so different from what she was used to. She saw everyone lifting the lids off their food and she did the same. On her plate, she saw what looked like circular bread and some little plastic cups off to the side. Syrup, I wonder what that means... Thought Maggie, extending a nail and poking a hole in the small plastic cup. Thick liquid came out. She pulled it closer to her face, getting a good sniff of it. Smelled like chemicals and sugar. She decided to put it back down. Next, she picked up one of the pancakes on her plate. A thin, round, floppy piece of cake.
"Why would they give me cake and, whatever this is?" She quietly said to herself... Seeing everyone else drinking their coffee, she pulled the lid off of her mug and was hit with a rather strong smell that made her face shrink. She quickly put the lid back on and set the mug back down. She began to eat the fruit, one piece at a time, as she tried to guess what each piece was. She'd never tasted any of it before, and it seemed like the liquid in the bottom of the bowl had a bunch of chemicals or something in it, so she would hold each piece in the air and let the liquid drip off of it before eating it.
"Do you not like your breakfast?" Asked one of the staff members.
"Breakfast?" Asked a confused Maggie.
"Your food." Said the staff member.
"I do not know what it is. Is this just bread and sugar? And what is this black water? It smells awful." Said a rather disappointed Maggie. She couldn't help but repeatedly notice that everyone else seemed to be enjoying their food.
"Those are pancakes. They're sweet, why don't you put the syrup on it and try it?" It was at this point that the staff member couldn't help but notice just how strange this new girl was...
Maggie wasn't sure whether she was having a conversation about the food or just complaining, but either way, there was no way she could eat whatever was put in front of her. "Because it smells like chemicals. And it is liquid... Would it not just make the pancakes soggy?"
"That's the point. You let it soak in for a sec, then you cut off a piece of the pancakes and eat them one piece at a time."
"No thank you. I could never bring myself to eat just cake and sugar and chemicals. And what is this black water?"
"You mean the coffee? It's made from coffee beans. If it's too bitter, why don't you try adding some cream and sugar?"
"I have not even tried it, it just smells awful. Do you have any rasheon juice?"
"Uh no... We have orange juice, apple juice, cranberry juice, grape juice, and pineapple juice."
Maggie simply pushed her food away and tilted her head back down... Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she quietly answered "I do not know what any of those are. What should I say?"
"They're juice, made from fruit. Would you like to try some?"
Maggie began to sob as she realized that she couldn't answer any of this kind lady's questions properly. She barely spoke as her tears began to roll down her face and land on her scarf. "I get that, but I have never heard of those fruits before..."
One more time, the man across the table spoke up to try and lift the poor girl's mood. He smiled as he spoke in a warm and friendly tone. "Why don't you try some orange juice? Everyone seems to like it."
"S-sure... And do you have anything that's not just bread and sugar?" Asked Maggie, trying her best to slow the flow of tears...
"We have eggs, vegetable omelets, bacon, sausage, and breakfast potatoes with onions and red peppers. Would you like to try any of those?"
"Can I please just try some orange juice for now?" Asked Maggy, just trying to finish the conversation so the kind lady would leave her alone.
"Sure. Are you sure that's all you want? Don't you want any meat or potatoes?"
Finally, something Maggie understood. She wiped her tears away and looked at the kind lady beside her. "What kind of meats do you have?"
"We have bacon and sausage."
Confused, Maggie had a very strange question for the lady. "What kind of animal do those come from?"
"Pigs."
"Do you not have any skebbal?"
"No, we don't."
Maggie was trying to find any answer at all, which is when her brand new friend chimed in. Alissa held up a piece of bacon off of her plate. "Maggie. This is bacon. Why don't you try it? It's delicious."
"S-sure." Said Maggie, finally clearing the tears from her eyes.
"Orange juice and bacon it is. Do you want me to take your plate?" Said the kind lady.
"Can I just keep the fruit?"
"Of course! I'll be back in just a minute." Said the kind lady as she picked everything up except for Maggie's fruit, napkin, and fork.
Alissa gave Maggie a concerned look and reached out to hold her hand. Naturally, Maggie took her hand and tried her best to force a smile.
Alissa smiled back and tried to comfort Maggie. "Seems like things over here are pretty different than what you're used to, aren't they?"
Maggie tried her best to keep this more pleasant conversation going. Maybe this was the break she needed to calm down a bit. "Yes, it is very different. I am used to just stepping out of my bed and grabbing a bunch of whatever was on my favorite tree. I like rasheon trees. They make a black fruit the size of my head that is covered in thick needles. If you break the needles open, a sour juice drains out. It's the best!"
A sense of amazement and wonder came over Alissa as her eyes lit up! "You guys have trees that grow inside?"
"No, we do not build structures to contain us. This whole inside thing is all new to me. What I mean is I sleep next to my favorite tree. Everyone has their favorite, and we make our beds out of the strands that grow along the sides of the trees. A lot of people like loracia fruits, and some of those trees have 20 or 30 beds made into them because everyone wants to wake up and immediately have some loricia fruit. I personally do not really like it, it is too sweet."
"So what do you do when it storms?"
"We stretch out big sheets across the top of the trees and gather rain water for everyone to drink, and then we store the rest."
"That's different. Over here, we have facilities that draw in water from rivers and lakes, and then they filter it and that gets delivered to our homes."
"I have heard of this. It is definitely something the village elder had considered, but the treatment plant would take up so much space, and we would have to make power for it, and then nobody would want to live near it."
"Why would you not want to live near it?"
"Because this electricity stuff buzzes constantly and it is not consistent. I could get used to it if it was just one sound. But things like phone chargers have a high pitched ring to them, and the lights buzz, and equipment hums, it is all just a bit much."
"I've never met anyone who can hear electricity! Do you have some kind of super ears or something?"
"I can tell you later, when we are alone. I would rather not lower my hood while everyone is watching."
Alissa agreed to this while she continued to imagine what it was that Maggie was hiding under her hood.
A set of footsteps came from behind Maggie and she was brought a new plate. "Your orange juice and bacon. Let me know if you like it." Said the kind lady who had taken her plate a few moments prior.
"Thank you." Said Maggie, as she took the lid off of her bacon. It was still sizzling!
"Lucky you! They made that fresh just for you!" Exclaimed Alissa!
"I do apologize for the wait, I wanted to make sure you got something you would be okay with." Said the kind lady.
Maggie picked up a piece of bacon with her bare hands, surprising everyone when it didn't burn her. She gave it a quick sniff and bit off a small piece. It was delicious! "It is really good! What kind of animal did you say this comes from?"
"It comes from pigs."
"Those pink fat little guys with the big noses?"
"Yep! And what do you think of the orange juice?"
Maggie again took a sniff of the orange colored liquid in her glass and tried a sip of it. Alissa could've sworn she saw Maggie's hood move when she tasted the orange juice! Was she hiding some kind of gigantic elephant ears under there?
Finally, Maggie had some pep back in her voice! "This is pretty good. Thank you for helping me out with this, I really appreciate it"
The kind lady simply smiled. "It's nothing, really. I'm just glad you like it. Please enjoy!" And with that, she disappeared into the kitchen.
Naturally, Maggie made very quick work of her bacon and orange juice. She hadn't eaten in 14 hours, and it was just so delicious!
Alissa couldn't help but notice another thing about the beautiful girl sitting next to her, and she just had to ask. "Does everyone where you come from have such large teeth?"
Maggie gave Alissa a confused look. "I do not have big teeth. Neighbor Bella, she has big teeth. She can rip spolers right apart without any knives or spears or anything. She just pulls it off of the roasting rods above the fire and rips right into it."
Alissa's eyes once again lit up with amazement and curiosity! "What's a spoler? Is it an animal?"
"A spoler is a medium sized animal with short legs and large, sharp hooves. Their thick hair makes it hard to find where the shoulders are, so it can be hard to get a good solid hit by throwing a spear from a distance. Most of us prefer to try to knock them over with the back of our spears. All you have to do is stay out of the way of its attacks and it is pretty easy to take one down.
"Do they have big teeth and claws?"
"A spoler has large fangs growing both up and down that stick out of its mouth, and it has a sharp horn on the front of its face and two more where the ears would normally be. Its ears are pushed down almost to its neck. It has a long, muscular tail with a weighted tip that it swings around. Spolers are very strong, but also very slow. If you can manage to knock one over, it is pretty easy to get a good hit behind its shoulders. Everyone agrees that they are best when roasted slowly over a smoldering fire. The meat is flavorful and juicy, it almost just melts in your mouth!"
"Is it like a hog, or a wild pig?"
"I mean, I have only seen a few pigs and I am not sure if they were adults or not. They came up about 2/3 of the way up my legs. A full grown spoler is about 1 foot taller than mem so they are definitely larger than any pigs that I have seen."
Alissa continued to grow more and more curious! She was putting a fantasy world together in her head as she pictured everything Maggie told her... But she was left with a seemingly impossible question... "If a spoler is bigger than you are, then how can your neighbor just pick it up by herself?"
"Neighbor Bella is a red bear. She is about 4 feet taller than me, and her strength is really something else. Only the village elder, one of very few great black elks, can compare to her strength."
"Are all of your neighbors animals?" Asked Alissa.
Maggie stopped herself from saying something out loud and motioned for Alissa to lean over so Maggie could whisper. "I will tell you later."
And with that, the 9:00 bell rang and everyone got up and went their separate ways. Only 3 people stayed behind. Alissa and Kelly remained seated as Maggie finished off the last few crumbs of her bacon, then they asked if Maggie would like to join them in their room. They'd have privacy there to talk about whatever Maggie would like, and they'd love to hear all of her stories!
Of course, Maggie agreed to this. Not letting Alissa do everything, Kelly told Maggie how it was good manners to stack your dishes and push your chair in before leaving.
Maggie did as she was told and followed the girls to their room.
"Are you sure nobody will come in?" Asked Maggie, her hand nervously stroking the back of her head through her hood.
"Yes. I locked the door, so nobody can come in until I unlock it." Said Kelly, showing Maggie the lock on the door.
"Okay then.... Here goes...." Maggie took a deep breath and lowered her hood. Her orangish-brown hair unfolded as is fell down her back, but that wasn't what Alissa and Kelly were looking at, and neither were Maggie's entrancing orange eyes, which were no longer in shadow. What Alissa and Kelly were amazed with were Maggie's large, upright, golden ears with black outlines!
"Maggie, that's amazing! What kind of animal do your ears come from?" Shouted Alissa, her voice raised high enough to pierce through the door. Luckily, nobody was eves dropping at the moment.
Maggie was pleasantly surprised by her friend's responses to seeing her ears! She was sure they'd be scared of her. But even with their friendly responses, it just didn't feel right. She simply pulled her hood back up and once again hid her ears. "I... I am sorry, I am just not comfortable doing this..."
"It's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Thank you. I do not know why, but a person at the docks told me to always keep my features secret, so it just does not feel right to show them off like that."
"I understand, but they are really beautiful! You should at least leave them out when you're alone, for the sake of your self esteem." Said Kelly, trying to keep Maggie's mood up.
"I know what'll cheer you right up! Here, try one of these!" Alissa tossed Maggie a bottle of lemon-lime pop and showed her how to open it. Maggie loved it upon first sip and quickly downed the whole thing!
"I've never seen anyone down one of those that quickly... Usually we sip on them for a few minutes... I hope your stomach doesn't hurt." Said Kelly, giving Maggie a somewhat concerned look.
"I am fine. Why would my stomach hurt?" Asked Maggie.
"Because it's all fizzy. You're supposed to drink it slowly so it doesn't bother your stomach."
"Oh... Well what is done is done. And I feel fine."
Alissa gave Maggie another one of her curious looks... "Hey Maggie, can you tell us more about where you live? I've heard a couple things here and there, but nowhere near enough to get a good picture of what the place is like."
Maggie gave a genuine smile, extending all the way from one cheek to another. Alissa's initial assumption was right, her mouth a bit on the larger side...
"We live in a great forest that extends in all directions and covers all the land. Some say that it is actually just one great big tree that rooted out and sprouted several trunks, before doing that again and again. We cut the limbs off the bottom halves of the trees and use them to build bridges that extend through the canopy in all directions. If I had to describe it, I would say it is like your roads, except up in the trees. During the day, we go down to the forest floor and hunt. Usually there are at least 30 people to a hunting party, and the rest of us will get a large fire started for when they come back. Sometimes the day's meal is ready before mid-day and we can just relax for the rest of the day. Other than that, we just socialize, make clothing and tools out of the wood, and we always keep expanding the network of bridges in the trees. Every now and then, we stumble across another nearby community and we build bridges to connect them. Once we find other communities and link up with them, we join together into one large family per say. The whole place is like one big family up in the trees. But that does not mean it is easy. Hunting is hard work, and we are constantly working on the bridges. Not to mention that we have to keep trimming the lower branches off the trees to have wood for the bridges and tools that we use."
"It sounds like an amazing place to live! Nothing but forest for miles, and friends as far as the eye can see!" Said Alissa, imagining a great labyrinth of bridges throughout the canopy of a rain forest filled with people running from one tree to another!
"Maggie, I don't mean to interrupt, but it's 10:00. I usually go to the gym about now, would you like to come?" Said Kelly, extending an invitation to her new friend.
"What is the gym?" Asked Maggie.
"It's a large room where we exercise. It's fun, I think you'd like it!"
"I guess it cannot hurt to try it..." Said Maggie, her appearance showing that she was actually rather nervous.
"We usually go together and we have a lot of fun! Really, it's nothing to be scared of!" Said Alissa, comforting Maggie both with her words and her genuine smile.
"Yeah, I'll come with you. But before we go, do you have any hats? If we're going to be exercising, I'd rather not be sweating in this hoodie."
Alissa and Kelly's eyes lit up as they put 2 and 2 together! For the first time since coming here, she felt comfortable enough to ask for a favor! Alissa ran over to the dresser and pulled out several baseball style hats before motioning for Maggie to come over to the dresser with her.
"Here. Stand in front of the mirror and see how they look on you." Said Alissa, handing the bundle of hats over to Maggie who unzipped and removed her hoodie, revealing a white sleeveless shirt covered in pink flowers! For the first time since she'd arrived, she was showing her figure! Without the baggy hoodie, her D cup breasts were on display behind her shirt and bra!
After trying on several hats, Maggie decided on a white hat with a red panther on the front. Kelly showed her how to adjust it to be the right size, and the trio headed out of the room and down the hallway. As Maggie walked, something could be seen pressing against the rear of her shirt, and of course, Alissa had to ask the obvious question.
"Maggie, are you injured? You shouldn't be going to the gym if you need to wear a back brace."
"What? No. That is my holster."
"Like for a pistol?!" Asked Kelly, some surprise in her voice.
"Like for my... my tail..." Said a nervous Maggie, again stroking the back of her head as per her usual nervous habit.
"Oh... Don't worry, we won't tell. Your secret's safe with us, we promise, right Kelly?"
"Of course! I won't tell a soul."
"Thank you." Said Maggy, her eyes wandering as she scanned the hallway they were walking down. All these doors lead to people's rooms... There must be a lot of people trapped here.
"This is it. We're here!" Said Alissa, pointing through the large glass windows at the people inside using the exercise equipment.
"This is how you get your exercise? Do you not go outside and just run around or whatever?" Asked a curious Maggie.
"Sometimes we do, but we need permission to leave and this is much easier." Said Kelly, leading the way to the doors into the gym and introducing Maggie to the girl behind the front counter.
"Well hello! I don't believe I've seen you here before. Is this your first time?" Asked a 22 year old girl, standing behind a screen and keyboard.
"I just got here last night. So yes, it is my first time." Said Maggie, again showing a nervous habit of hers...
"All I need is your name and you'll be good to go."
"My name is Maggie."
"And what is your last name?"
"Herder."
"Okay, Maggie Herder, you're all good to go! Enjoy yourself while you're here!"
"That was a lot easier than I thought it would be..." Sighed Maggie, smiling at her friends as she followed them over to the treadmills.
"Maggie, these are treadmills. When you turn them on, the belt starts moving. They're for jogging and running. Here, let me show you." Said Alissa, turning her treadmill on and beginning to jog.
Maggie did exactly what she saw Alissa do, and her treadmill started right up! She too began jogging, then running, then continued turning the machine up... After a few presses of the button, she realized that it only went up to 10mph.
Running in strides as long as the machine, it was obvious that Maggie was significantly more flexible than the average girl her size. It was as if her legs contoured themselves to the treadmill, and she easily matched the machine's maximum speed without bouncing at all. Of course, several people had began watching her as she outpaced the machine and made a rather unexpected remark... "Well, this sure is dull... Doesn't this thing go any faster?"
"To be honest, I'm just impressed you can keep up with it at that speed." Said Kelly, glancing back down at her treadmill which was set to 7mph.
"Yeah, very few people can max these out without falling off!" Exclaimed Alissa.
"You don't have to baby me. Sure these things go faster than this." Said Maggie, giving her friends a rather disappointed look.
What she got back was a rather serious look from Alissa as she told Maggie that that was the machine's maximum speed, and her own speed of 6.5mph was as fast as she was comfortable with for the entire 30 minute session.
"What about those over there? They look like these, but bigger." Said Maggie, pointing to another row of larger looking treadmills.
"Oh, those are for marathon runners. You can try one if you like, but they're a bit much for most people. The minimum time is 30 minutes and they tilt to include hills and change their speed every few minutes. I think they go up to 15mph." Said Kelly, making sure she warned her friend of what she would be getting herself into.
"I think I'll try one of those. Can you show me how it works?" Said Maggie, looking to her friends for help.
"I would ask the girl at the front desk. I've never used one of those, and they're a bit different than these." Said Alissa, pointing back the direction they came in from.
"Okay." Said Maggie, heading over to the front desk and asking the kind young lady for instructions on how to use the marathon runners.
Of course, she was warned of the high speeds that those machines were capable of.
"Yes, Kelly already told me. I would like to try them since the treadmills are a bit on the slow side." Said Maggie, returning the kindness that the girl showed her when she first came into the gym.
And with that, the nice girl showed Maggie how to operate the marathon runners and she got started. After a few minutes of turning things up, Maggie discovered that she had again maxed out the machine at 15mph on its highest incline. She maintained a perfect stride and did not bounce or even break a sweat! It was as if she was just walking!
Pretty much everyone in the gym was watching her as she finished the 30 minute run and stepped off the machine as it finished winding down to a stop. She'd never broken a sweat the entire time, and she wasn't even breathing heavy!
"How did you do that?!" Exclaimed her new friends, amazed at what they'd just witnessed!
"I just jogged. It only goes up to 15mph so it was pretty easy." Said Maggie, taking a sip of a bottle of water that Alissa had grabbed for her.
"You call that jogging? Then what's running?" Asked a muscular man as he set his 300lb weighted bar down and sat up to face Maggie next to the marathon runners.
"Running is chasing Timloks. They can get up to 40mph if you give them space to get up to speed." Said Maggie, arriving at the realization that nobody else here could believe what she was capable of, and she got mixed reactions... Some people were amazed, others were confused or just didn't believe her.
Maggie just stood there with a confused look on her face. "Alissa, do they not believe me?"
"To be honest, I'm having trouble believing it myself. Why don't you just spring from one end of the gym to another? There's this huge open isle between the treadmills and the ellipticals." Said Alissa, pointing to a long open stretch that lead to the opposing wall.
"Do I have to run standing up?" Asked Maggie, to the confusion of everyone around her.
"Well, I mean, you can run however you like, but how would you run if you're not standing up?"
"On all fours... Like... Usual..." That sentence took a moment for Maggie to get out, as she couldn't help but notice the way everyone was looking at her...
Maggie looked to her friends for help. "Why are they looking at me like that?"
Even Alissa needed a moment to come up with a proper response, but of course she had one after a few seconds... "Maybe because nobody runs on all fours?"
Maggie just froze for a sec, completely dumbfounded. Is that why these people are so slow? Have they only ever ran while standing up? "Why would you never try running on all fours? It is SOOOO MUUUCH faster than running on only your feet."
"And how do you expect us to do that?" Said a random girl off to the side.
"Like this." Said Maggie, bending forward and placing her hands on the floor in front of her. She adjusted her posture and took the position of a predator on the hunt. She took one deep breath before she kicked off.
Alissa and Kelly both knew they were about to see something amazing! Even on the marathon runners, Maggie never breathed hard! She must be preparing for something truly amazing!
With a single, powerful kick, Maggie took off across the gym floor! She would let her hands touch the ground in front of her and bring them back under her stomach while her brought her legs forward and kicked off again, reaching a speed high enough to blur past those beside her! It only took her a couple seconds to reach the far side of the gym where she pushed off with her arms and stood up before sticking her arms out in front of her and using the wall to stop her momentum! There was no telling what speed she actually achieved, but it was more than enough to shut everyone up! That, and, one other thing...
Maggie turned around, breathing only slightly heavy before noticing something on the floor... She reached above her head and her hands made contact with her ears! She simply hung her head and turned against the wall, hiding herself from everyone around her.
Of course, her friends came over and returned the hat. They comforted her and said that everything was going to be okay. Alissa pulled a headband out of her back with fox ears on it before dawning the headband and playing the whole thing off as an anime club. Somehow, this actually worked!
When Maggie finally turned around, she found the bodybuilder standing just a few feet away from her. He only had one thing to say to her. "Next time, leave the headband in your room. We don't usually wear those in public." He unzipped his bag and pulled out a headband similar to Alissa's, only his had panda ears on it.
Alissa's mind was simultaneously relieved and blown away as her thoughts raced... HOW ON EARTH IS THAT A THING?! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK OF THE WEEK WHEN I PULLED OUT THAT HEADBAND!!
The bodybuilder spoke up once again. "By the way, registering online is fine, but if you'd like to meet the group in public, we meet every Thursday afternoon in the activities room. I'd be delighted to see you there!"
"I will think about it." Said Maggie, slipping off to the side as her friends lead her out of the gym and back to their room.
"Sorry about the whole gym thing. I had no idea anything like that would happen." Said her friends, their faces showing that they were being as sincere as could be.
"It is okay. I did at least have some fun weight lifting." Said Maggie, her large smile once again showing itself to her friends.
"What about that was fun? You could've gotten really hurt." Asked Kelly.
"The rush you get when something like that happens... Is that not fun?" Asked Maggie, hoping her question wasn't too obscure...
"I guess... I don't know, I've never had one of those dropped on me so I really can't say." Answered Kelly.
"Either way, it's almost time for lunch. Would you like to go back to the dining room or have the food brought in here?" Asked Alissa.
"I think I would like to eat in here where it is more private. I have had my tail up my shirt for so long that it is getting itchy."
"That's fine, why don't we put our orders in now? I can help explain the menu to you." Said Alissa, extending a friendly hand as she pulled out a menu from dietary services.
And with that, Maggie slightly lifted her shirt and let her tail wag the way it wanted to for the last few minutes!
End of part 1. I have an accident planned for part 2, but how it happens will be entirely up to the readers! Let me know what you think and what you'd like to see next!
Edited April 23 by Daredare205
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Watching their new best friend dig into her beef pot roast, mashed potatoes with gravy, and carrots, followed by bread pudding, Alissa and Kelly simply couldn't get over how absolutely adorable Maggie was when she was enjoying herself! Those vibrant orange eyes of hers almost seemed to glow, and the way the fur on her tail fluffed in the air as it wagged, it was to die for! It could just melt someone's heart!
They had no choice but to just let the moment sink in. It was great moments like this that seemed to last forever, and they wouldn't have it any other way! However, something had to eventually snap them back to reality...
After finishing her meal and downing the glass of water that came with it, Maggie couldn't help but notice a familiar sensation... Her bladder had been filling all day long and was dangerously full, but she'd simply been ignoring it. At first, she planned to sneak off somewhere private and just go, but now that she had friends, she didn't want to just up and disappear without warning, so she continued to hide her need... However, her body language was giving her away...
Alissa's eyes had been following Maggie's tail, which had switched to a slower, less excited wag, and her ears weren't as perky as they were a few minutes prior. And it didn't seem like Maggie was in the mood to talk about home at the moment... Something was definitely bothering her.
"Hey Maggie, is everything okay?" Asked Alissa, making sure to give a genuine smile while she asked. One thing they'd noticed was that Maggie responded very well to visible emotions and the tone of your voice. Almost like she could sense how you were feeling...
"Y-yeah, I am okay. I just kind of have to pee a bit. I have not gone at all today." Said Maggie, her face red with embarrassment as she broadcasted her need...
This answer took Alissa back a bit... "Why would you wait so long? There's a restroom right down the hall."
Naturally, Alissa was met with a rather confused stare... "Because I am stuck inside and there is nowhere private in here. Not like I can just up and go in front of people."
Alissa and Kelly just looked at each other for a second before coming to a realization... Maggie didn't know what a restroom was!
"Didn't you say you got here last night?! Didn't you at least go before bed?!" Asked a rather stunned Kelly.
"Yeah. It was dark out so it was not hard to find a good spot..." All this talking about peeing was truly doing a number on Maggie! She'd began to shift in her seat and held her knees close together, and she was consciously reminding herself not to hold her pussy in front of her new friends.
"You just went outside?!" Asked Kelly, still just as dumbfounded as earlier...
"Y-yeah, where else would----" Maggie paused as a wave of shivers ran up her spine and she was forced to clamp down and endure a sudden wave of desperation! Her new friends could've sworn they heard a slight whimper as well...
"Maggie, do you not know what a restroom is?" Asked Alissa, a look of genuine concern on her face.
"I have never heard of such a place, no." Said Maggie, struggling to speak in her usual tone while her bladder protested within her!
"Come with me. I'll show you how to use the toilets. That's where we relieve ourselves around here." Said Alissa, her look of concern mixing with some sort of worry...
"Y-yes... Please..." Said Maggie, standing up and slightly shivering in place as her tail folded down between her legs! She wasn't openly holding herself, but she didn't have to in order to display how badly she needed the toilet right now!
"Okay, just hold on a minute, it's right down the hall." Alissa took Maggie's hand and led her down the hallway towards the restrooms.
It only took a dozen steps or so for a new, much stronger wave of desperation to attack Maggie! She stopped walking and bent forwards with her knees slightly bent and locked together, and shoved her hands in her crotch! Even with all that, she still lost a small spurt! Not to mention, she'd never changed out of the gym shorts that Kelly had lent her, so she was displaying a fair bit right now...
"Just try to hold on, we're almost there!" Said Alissa, her face turning to worry as she took in the image of poor Maggie barely holding on!
"I... I am trying..." Said Maggie through a shaking voice as another tingly wave of desperation rode up her spine and made her entire body shake in place! Her boiling hot piss wanted out so badly it was making her holding muscles burn with effort!
"It's okay, that's it right there!" Shouted Alissa, pointing to a door with a pink "WOMEN'S" sign on it!
"Finally!" Shouted Maggie, her muscles nearing their limit as another trickle left her and dampened her panties!
The duo arrived at the door and found it to be locked! Alissa simply knocked, and was answered with a simple "Occupied" from within.
"Can you please hurry up? My friend here has to go really badly!" Said Alissa, trying to make sure the restroom would be available as soon as possible.
Maggie simply shook in place again as another wave of tingles rode through her spine and caused her to lose a boiling hot spurt, shooting through her panties and creating a golf ball sized wet spot on her friend's gym shorts!
"I..." Said a desperate Maggie, her face twisted in desperation as she tried to continue fighting to contain her boiling hot flood!
"Just a moment longer! It's almost your turn!" Said Alissa, reaching out and putting her hand on Maggie's shivering shoulder.
"I do not think I can wait any longer..." Said Maggie, her left hand shaking as she held Alissa's hand while shoving the other deep in her crotch to help contain the flood! She'd changed positions to be leaning back against the wall and was bent forwards with her legs bent and her knees and thighs locked together as her body once again began to shake!
Alissa comforted Maggie and repeatedly assured her that it would be alright, just as the restroom door finally opened! Maggie stood herself up fully and waddled inside, only to find a strange ceramic thing with water in it...
"What do I do now?" Asked Maggie, shaking furiously as another boiling hot spurt shot into her gym shorts and warmed her hand! She nearly doubled over completely as she fought to keep her sphincter shut!
"Take your shorts and panties off and sit on the toilet. Then just let go." Said Alissa, using body language and gestures to explain what she was telling Maggie to do.
But it was too late... Once the words "just let go" hit Maggie's ears, her hold began disintegrating! She again doubled over, whimpering quite loudly as her shaking body could no longer contain the flood and it began to trickle out of her!
"Please help me get my clothes off..." Said a shaking Maggie, shoving her other hand in her crotch under her shorts and panties while slowly dampening her shorts as her trickle threatened to expand to a stream!
"You have to move your hands so I can get your shorts down honey..." Said Alissa, nervously reaching for the front and rear of Maggie's shivering and shaking gym shorts!
"I cannot..." Maggie whimpered louder as she removed her hands! Her knees locked together even harder as her hold crumbled further!
With Alissa beginning to pull her shorts down, Maggie's hold fell apart... Her boiling hot piss began rocketing out of her, shooting right through her panties, and pattering against her shorts before running the rest of the way down her legs! With instinct taking over, Maggie squatted down and began to sob as it all flowed out of her and made a ginormous puddle on the floor!
"I'm sorry. I can help you clean up..." Said Alissa, again putting her hand and Maggie's shoulder... What she didn't expect was for Maggie to lean forward into Alissa chest and begin sobbing as she again resumed peeing through her panties and her puddle grew even larger!
Of course, staff noticed the crying coming from the restroom and knocked, asking if everything was alright. All they got was a request for cleaning supplies and a fresh set of clothes. It didn't take long for them to figure out what'd happened, and they quickly brought what was needed...
For the first time since she'd arrived, Maggie didn't have her ears or tail hidden as her friend cracked the door and took the replacement set of clothes from the staff. Something had changed in her mind, and she didn't quite feel that she needed to hide them anymore...
Naturally, Alissa took Maggie to the showers and helped her get all cleaned up. It was so cute to see her silhouette through the curtain as she shampooed her ears and tail! And the room being all steamy had amplified Maggie's already heightened sense of smell, making sure she picked up on her friend's arousal at the situation...
For some reason, this didn't bother Maggie, and instead made her curious...
I'm doing one last part in the human world before leaving it up to the readers once the group makes their escape to the forgotten continent. Please be patient, your turn is coming! |
It was 3:15 in the morning and Maggie continued to toss and turn in her bed... Her breathing was erratic and a couple uncontrolled growls had awoken her roommates... Alissa and Kelly looked at each other, whispering about whether they should wake Maggie up or see if the nightmare might subside on its own... Before they could reach a decision, they caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking around in the darkness! Alissa quickly reached for the light switch, turning it on and waking Maggie up as the room flooded with light!
Maggie locked eyes with the intruder as she took in what was in front of her... Her sister Luna stared back at her! A rare form of a German Shepherd with white furry patches on her chest and paws. Her hypnotic blue eyes always calmed Maggie down somehow, and they did the same today.
"How on earth did you get in here? And why are you transformed?" Asked Maggie, her tail wagging and ears standing upright like satellite dishes awaiting her sister's response!
"What on earth do you mean? I just walked right past everyone." Said Luna, the slight twitching of her left eye giving her away...
"You used magic to sneak past the staff, did you not?" Said Maggie, a slight look of anger in her eyes as her tail wagging slowed a bit...
"Yeah... I did... Are you... Mad at me?" Said a saddened Luna, who's ears were hanging down and tail lying flat against the floor she was sitting on...
"I am not mad... I am disappointed... You know that is forbidden outside our home country" Maggie started to shake in fear as images came back to her mind...
"I know about Cooper..." Luna's head leaned forward as she said this... "I just couldn't stand being apart from you for so long..."
Alissa and Kelly had been doing their best to stay out of whatever was happening, but curiosity was seeping into their minds... Alissa could stop herself no longer!
"Who's Cooper?" Asked Alissa, a look of curiosity in place of what should have been there... Fear...
"Who's there?!" Said a startled Luna, her eyes turning to see a pair of humans behind her, causing the ridge on her back to stand up as she instinctively started to show her humongous teeth!
"Do not! They are my friends!" Shouted Maggie, wrapping her arm around her sister's neck before Luna even saw her move...
"HOLY-" Said Alissa and Kelly, realizing that they'd momentarily lost sight of Maggie before she reappeared holding her sister in a choke hold... Luckily she wasn't dumb enough to squeeze...
"You're friends with humans?!" Whispered a shocked and confused Luna, again hiding her teeth and shifting her gaze back to Maggie.
"I am. They are not what we have been told. The humans here are those who were rejected by society, the ones left out. They are not the war hungry monsters we have been told about." Said Maggie, releasing her hold on her sister.
"I... I see..." Said Luna, turning to see Alissa and Kelly... The duo just stood there in shock, giving Luna plenty of time to take in their dispositions and their scents. Looks like Maggie was right, these two harbored no anger or resentment towards beast people! "Sis, do you realize what this means?! We can take them back with us, show them our ways, and improve relations with the humans invading our territory!"
"We could... But these people have been nothing but kind to me... I would like to get their opinion on this before you we take them with us." Said Maggie, her eyes again glowing as a sense of compassion fell across the room, nearly erasing any sense of fear that any of them had previously felt.
"Alissa, Kelly... I need you two to listen to me. And no matter how you think your answers might make me feel, I want you to tell me the honest truth." Said Maggie.
"S-sure, we can do that." Said the duo, finally standing up out of bed and turning to face Maggie and Luna.
"If Luna and I leave for the forgotten continent, would you want to stay here and pretend you never met us, or would you rather come with us?" Maggie looked serious, almost as if she was scared of what her new friends might say...
Alissa and Kelly just looked at each other for a sec before giving their answer. "As if you'd need to ask. Of course we'd come with you!" Said Kelly, beating Alissa to the punch and proving their friendship with Maggie right in front of Luna!
"Are you sure? The forgotten continent can be a dangerous place for humans." Said Luna, looking to Maggie's friends for confirmation.
"Can't be any more dangerous than it is here. If we stay here, we never know if we'll wake up one morning and they'll tell us that we're out of time and kick us out. Nobody here has homes to go back to, that's why we're here. If we get kicked out, we'll be back out on the streets, and people will look down on us again and the police will continuously take our stuff or force us to keep sneaking around so they don't find us. Whatever the forgotten continent is, it has to be better than our old life." Said Alissa, her face and tone driving her conviction home.
"I... I am sorry..." Said Maggie... "I did not know it was like that... And I have been leaning on the two of you for so much... I hope I have not been a burden..."
Kelly gave no time for anyone to think of anything before she spoke up. "How would you ever be a burden?! You're like the little sister I never had!"
Knock knock knock! "It's Steven, is everything okay in there?" Said a familiar voice from outside the door... Bad news, they'd made so much noise that the staff was alert to them...
"How can we possibly hide these two befor-" Whispered Alissa, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Luna's fur had completely disappeared! All that was left was the ears and tail!
Thinking quickly, Alissa grabbed a pair of hats and hid the girl's ears! After that, they stuffed their tails into the backs of their shirts and sat facing the door.
Kelly cracked the door open just far enough to speak through the opening. She spoke with a commanding tone that even Alissa hadn't heard before. "Hello?! One dude 'CHECKING ON' four girls in the middle of the night? Am I the only one that sees a reportable issue here?"
The man simply apologized and walked away, leaving the group to their privacy once more as they let out an audible sigh of relief.
Luna was the first to speak up about what just happened. "Don't tell me this is how it is over here. We're all trapped inside some sort of stone walls and they just up and try to come in? What if we'd been changing?"
Naturally, Maggie answered first. "Nobody here has been unkind to me. However, you are right about the stone walls. I have felt trapped since I got here."
Alissa and Kelly answered almost in perfect sync with each other. "We know, we fell trapped too. Now, tell us more about this forgotten continent you mentioned earlier!"
Luna took a moment to explain everything she could. From the size of the beasts that roam the land, the amazing capabilities of the different tribes of beast people, to what was expected of those who live there, nothing was missed! What was even more impressive was that this explanation was over 30 minutes long, yet the clock had barely moved!
SMACK! Maggie slapped Luna across her face hard enough to rip her feet off the floor and slam her face into the ground! All from a single slap...
"What on Earth are you doing?!" Yelled Luna, not realizing her volume would potentially cause issues...
"Stopping you from activating your spell. I am not stupid. I can feel magic being gathered just as well as you can." Said Maggie, her facial expression being one of severe disappointment and frustration as the veins in her arms and hands emitted a faint orange glow...
"Then what are you doing using magic??!"
"Stopping your voice from alerting the staff, you moron. You may have snuck past them to get in here, but now we are completely surrounded by them."
"I... I'm sorry. I acted without thinking." Said Luna, her gaze shifting away from her sister's eyes as she tried to figure out what to do next...
"Wait, you two can use magic?" Whispered Alissa, her eyes glowing with excitement!
"Yes, we can, but we are not supposed to use it outside of the forgotten continent. Our abilities won't recharge this far away." Said Maggie, finally starting to calm down a bit... The glow had long since faded from her arms and she appeared slightly tired... Was this from using magic, from staying up all night, maybe both? Doesn't matter, she wasn't going to let it bother her.
Luna's gaze shifted back to her sister as she realized what was going on... They needed to get moving very soon. "If it's really that hard for you to control, we should head back as soon as we can. We can't risk you losing control of your power." Said Luna, placing a hand on Maggie's shoulder and feeling a power course through her! She shuddered in place as a chill ran up her spine!
"Maggie, are you sure you're okay? I have some Gallias Sap with me if you need it." Said Luna, reaching into her grass woven bag and pulling out a small wooden cup before removing the lid and revealing that it was filled with a thick black substance. A pungent odor filled the room as the air began to sit still... Even the draft from the shoddy masonry work stopped!
"I think that would help a lot. Just a little bit for now." Said Maggie, reaching for the cup and coating her fingers in the substance before briefly pausing... "I hate this stuff..." Maggie licked the sap from her fingers, shuddering at the awful taste filling her mouth! However, she had to admit that she was already feeling much better!
"Was that enough?" Asked Luna, a concerned look in her eyes as she saw Maggie shudder before her...
"Yeah, for now, at least. I do not want to overdo it all at once." Maggie closed the lid to the wooden cup and the air once again began moving as it usually does, and of course the draft resumed.
Naturally, Alissa had to ask what was in the cup, prompting Luna to locked eyes with Alissa. Luna made her promise to keep this a secret. Only then did she reveal what the black substance was. "It's sap from a Gallias tree. It makes it easier for people to control their powers. I was worried something like this would happen, and that's why I came looking for Maggie here. When she used magic to conceal my voice earlier, the way her blood glowed through her skin only confirmed my worries. Her power is beginning to churn and boil, and it's getting harder for her to stay in control."
Kelly gave Maggie and her sisters a worried look before finally asking the question that'd been in her head the entire time... "Maggie, why didn't you tell us about this? I knew something was bothering you, and you know you can talk to us."
Maggie returning a compassionate look. "I know I can talk to you about anything, but this is not something you can help with because you do not have anything to help. Only Gallias Sap can calm a power like mine."
Alissa chimed in next. I swear, this curiosity of hers might get her killed in the wild... "Why did you say it like that? Is there something special about your power?"
Maggie blushed, appearing embarrassed as she began stroking the back of her head... Luna chimed in for her... "Maggie doesn't have an attribute. She's the first of her kind, and we're still figuring out how to care for her..."
Alissa appeared stumped, and so did Kelly... "What does that mean?"
Once again, Luna answered for Maggie. "We don't know. It could be that her power is too complex for us to understand, or that it's an entirely new power that we aren't familiar with. Usually, someone's power is evident by looking at what their abilities are. If someone possesses the power of wind, their abilities will usually revolve around very quick and agile movements. If they possess the power of water, their spells have a certain flow to them, like a river. Fire usually comes with a very outgoing personality and lots of extra energy, but has very few abilities other than just burning things, and if you use it too much, you'll overheat and pass out. Those with the power of earth and plants can heal injured parts of the forest and move large boulders rather easily, but this power doesn't come with much magic and is mostly based on strength. I have the power of water. That's how I can control the flow of light to sneak past the humans in the hallways. All I have to do is stay quiet."
Alissa's and Kelly's eyes had lit up like they were little kids who just got permission to go to a friend's house! Who knew this kind of wonder even existed, and it was right in front of them!
This time, it was Kelly who asked the next question. "So, what power does Maggie have? Is it a mixture or something?"
Maggie finally had had enough and stepped into the conversation. She slightly raised her voice as she told everyone to stop talking about her as if she wasn't even here.
Naturally, the entire group apologized, as they didn't realize the conversation was bugging her and would've stopped much sooner if they'd known.
"Look. I am not mad, I am just frustrated. How about we get moving?" Said Maggie, grabbing her sister's hand and walking towards the door. Arriving at the door, she removed her hat and stood taller than anyone had seen before. She transformed much like her sister had earlier, and only whispered the word "open" before the door opened on its own!
Naturally, everyone just stood in shock! The staff in the hallway came rushing to see if everything was okay, but ran face first into some sort of invisible wall. Sounds rang out, similar to birds running into windows, and nobody could seem to break through.
"Come on, we do not have a lot of time before that wall comes apart." Said Maggie, motioning for everyone to follow her.
"Maggie, you know you're glowing, right?" Asked a flustered Luna, confused as to how Maggie could use her powers despite already having the same sap that calms one's powers and limits their abilities.
"Of course I know, now lets go before that wall comes apart!"
"You heard her, lets get going." Said Luna, transforming back into her full form and walking towards Maggie.
"Oh! I Almost forgot! Alissa, Kelly, put your stuff in those grass boxes, and be quick about it. Only grab what you need, and remember that there is no electricity back home. Once we leave this room. these boxes will be waiting for us by my bed." Said Maggie, snapping her fingers as a pair of boxes appeared on the floor, each one large enough to fit an entire person inside!
"What on earth?" Alissa and Kelly looked at each other for a second before simply doing as they were instructed. What a weird power.
Having packed their boxes, the duo walked up to Maggie and asked what was next.
"Next, we all hold hands and walk through the doorway." Said Maggie.
Maggie instructed everyone to hold hands and step through one at a time. Once through, everything went dark for a second, followed by a brief flicker of light, and then darkness again. There was no sound, none of them had any weight, and they didn't even think to ask if they were even still breathing! For brief moments, Alissa and Kelly could've sworn they saw clouds and lightning strikes before the darkness would quickly return.
Within just a few seconds, the group could hear sounds of birds they'd never heard before, chatter coming from above, and the air felt crisp and refreshing! It took a few seconds for Alissa and Kelly's eyes to adjust, before they realized something truly amazing! They were on the floor of a forest more amazing than they could've ever dreamt! They were so enthralled by the incredible landscape around them that they didn't notice what was going on right behind them...
Maggie's knees shook and her face went pale as she was overcome with dizziness and fatigue! Her vision got light and dark, her breathing felt off, and she began to stumble backwards! When Luna reached out to catch Maggie's fall, she was met with something she couldn't describe! A power coursed through her, jarring her entire body, and etching long, skinny burn marks into the forest floor and creating a resounding boom that echoed throughout the forest! This power quickly dissipated and Maggie stood back up on her own, swearing left and right that she was fine!
"Alissa, did you just see that?" Asked Kelly, trying to ascertain if she was dreaming or not...
"I did. Heard it too." Said Alissa, realizing what the bright flashes were while they were briefly weightless...
"I do not know why that always happens. I get dizzy for a moment, then there is a loud boom, and it just goes away..." Said Maggie, trying to explain herself to Luna.
"I don't mean to interrupt but..." Luna and Maggie turned to face Alissa, who seemed to have something important on her mind. Important enough to pull her away from her curiosity about the forest even!
"Yes, what is it?" Asked Maggie.
"Do you think your power might be lightning? Those brief flashes I saw while I was weightless, they resembled lightning strikes, then you struck the ground after we landed, and it even clapped like thunder. Look at your feet, you've scorched the ground, just like a mini lightning strike." Said Alissa, pointing to the burn marks on the ground.
"You know what, you might be right..." Said Luna, smiling at Maggie. "And now that we know what this power is, we can figure it out and work with it!"
End of part 3.
Edited May 6 by Daredare205
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Surge and Kitsunami's Mission
AO3 Verision: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46543978
"Take THAT, you bucket of bolts!" Surge the Tenrec taunted the badnik while kicking it.
"You’re doing great, Surge!” Kitsunami called out to Surge, holding a thumbs up.
“Shut up and gimme a boost!” She barked at Kit, indicating a ledge.
The duo was on a mission for The Restoration to destroy a new egg base that popped up in a snowy region. The mission was only to scout out the base, but in Surge’s head, they shouldn't have sent her if they only wanted it scouted out.
The two friends were created by a platypus named Doctor Starline, a former apprentice of Doctor Eggman. After Eggman fired him from the Egg Empire, he made Surge and Kit take down the empire. However, his plan failed, and Eggman killed him in his attempt. Surge hunted Sonic across Mobius for a time, trying to take him out. Eventually, Sonic helped her realize her wrongdoings and join The Restoration.
Surge continued to run through the base, destroying all the robots in her path, with Kitsunami close behind. They broke through a door, revealing the interior, illuminated by red lights.
“C’mon, keep moving!” Surge called to Kit, and he nodded back to her. More badniks blocked the way, all of which the duo took out. The two reached another metal door and quickly knocked it down. However, two long, robotic metal arms wrapped around them as they entered the room.
“ARGH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!” Surge shouted as she struggled.
“It’s no use….” Kit said. “These arms are extremely tight.”
Surge soon felt a familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. She had to pee. How did she not realize it until now? It was bad, really bad. “Eugh… Drippy, how are we going to get out of here?” She said, panicked.
“Um, I’m not sure…. But on the bright side, The Restoration will probably send someone our way once they realize we are reporting in!” Kit noticed Surge’s uncomfortable expression. “Are you okay? The arms don’t hurt too much, do they?”
“No, it’s just….” She blushed and looked away. “I have to pee.” She whispered, embarrassed.
“What was that?”
“I SAID I HAVE TO PISS, YOU IDIOT!” Surge shouted, still blushing.
“O-oh.” Kit wasn’t sure how to respond. The room stayed silent for a minute as Surge squirmed as much as she could with the tight arms around her. Kit looked around the circular room for anything he could use to escape. To his right, he noticed an electrical box with Eggman's branding on it.
"Okay, I hope this works!" Kit said to no one in particular.
"Hm? Hope what works?"
Kit focused on the water in his backpack, ejected some of it, and moved it out of the arms. Upon seeing the water, Surge let out a leak in her panties, and she grunted. "Whatever your doing, Drippy, do it fast!"
"Just one sec…." Kit said, carefully bringing his water near the box before splashing it, causing it to short-circuit. Almost immediately, the arm fell limp, allowing the duo to escape the arms easily.
With her now free to use her arms and legs, she placed her hands on her crotch and wrapped her legs together. "Okay, now I just need to find a bathroom and-"
"There are no bathrooms in most Egg Bases." Kit swiftly interrupted her.
"What!? Why the hell not!?"
“Well, robots don’t have bladders or bowels. Therefore, the only bases that Eggman regularly visits have bathrooms.”
Surge groaned. “Ugh, I suppose that makes sense. Let’s just blow this place up and get outta here.”
Kit nodded and followed her along as they proceeded to the next room. In the room, there was a giant circular, silver tube. As the duo approached it, a red eye on the tube revealed itself by opening up.
“This must be the core of the base!” Kit said.
“Then let's show it what’s what!”
Silver balls came down from the ceiling and surrounded the red eye. They spun around rapidly, making it impossible to reach the eye without getting hurt. Surge and Kit looked at each other, unsure of what to do. All of a sudden, the balls started rapidly moving around. The duo noticed their opportunity and attacked the eye before the silver balls returned. They repeated this multiple times, and eventually, the eye began to break down and explode. Before long, the entire base was starting to fall.
“C’mon, time to go!” Surge said quickly, starting to run off. Kit soon followed, with the two avoidings falling debris as they ran out of the quickly collapsing building. They reached the exit and busted the door down. As they left the base, it exploded behind them.
Once the explosion had calmed down, the two took a deep breath of relief. Surge shivered momentarily, and her bladder reminded her of its need. She quickly placed her hands on her midsection, holding on for her dear life. Kit noticed her struggle and awkwardly averted his eyes.
“C’mon, Drippy-” (She suddenly regretted giving him that nickname). “Let’s head back to HQ.”
“Will you be okay?” He asked, concerned.
Surge stayed silent for a moment. “Yup, I can make it.” She said, sounding unsure.
“Okay, if you say so.”
The two began running through the cold snow. Even though she was used to running, every step was torture for Surge. Her bladder felt like it was going to pop any second. What could she do?
Suddenly, her bladder decided that it was time to release. She felt the warm liquid enter her underwear and quickly skidded along the ground to stop. As soon as she could, she wrapped her legs around each other as tight as she could and squeezed her crotch.
Kit noticed that she stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. “Surge! Are you okay!?” He asked frantically.
“N-no… Eugh.” She grunted.
“Will you be able to make it?”
Surge simply whimpered and shook her head no. Her bladder ached like hell, and it would come out one way or another, whether Surge wanted it to or not.
“RAGH! FUCK IT!” She shouted, spreading her legs apart and letting go. She let out a small moan as she felt the pee start to soak her panties.
“Surge? What are you do-” Kit started furiously blushing as he saw a stain beginning to grow on Surge’s pants. He turned around quickly.
Surge closed her eyes and basked in the relief. The warm liquid spread around, heating her in the cold area. Pee trickled down into the snow, causing it to go yellow. She let out another, longer moan. Surge could’ve sworn that she was drooling.
After about forty seconds, Surge finished with a big sigh. She opened her eyes to see Kit still looking away. “My piss is that disgusting, huh?” She teased.
“N-no, Miss Surge, I just-”
“Relax, Drippy; I’m kidding. Let’s get back to Restoration HQ. Hopefully, my pants will be dry by then.”
Kit nodded, embarrassed by Surge’s unabashed attitude. The two headed back to the HQ, where Jewel would surely shout at them for going against their orders. |
"Who feels like going for a drink in the city?" someone asked.
"Sorry, not me," said Susan, "I'm completely done for the week. I'm getting in my car now and driving straight home."
"I'll catch up with you on the way," Bart laughed. "My car is broken, but the leasing company is bringing a replacement car in fifteen minutes."
The cheerful twinkle in Bart's eyes melted Susan's heart. Since Willem had left her, she had become more than fond of her new colleague. However, being insecure, she had not dared to do anything with those feelings yet. She was well aware that, as a well-proportioned young woman, she was popular with the opposite sex. However, strangely enough, that did not give her the confidence she needed to ask Bart out. After all, he had never shown any sign of liking her more than just being nice. Either way, Susan's mind was now set on something completely different than her attractive colleague.
"Have a great weekend, everyone!" Susan grabbed her bag and walked down the hall. She needed to use the bathroom. The three large glasses of water she had had this afternoon had not gone unnoticed. She passed the women's restrooms and walked to the exit. On her smartphone, she checked the traffic reports. At least an hour's delay on her route, she noted with satisfaction. Before getting into her car, she carefully covered the seat with a large plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan.
Susan felt a pleasant tension in her bladder. Today it was going to happen! Since it had happened involuntarily half a year ago, she had fantasized about it constantly: peeing in her pants in her car, surrounded by hundreds of unsuspecting drivers on the road.
The time she had lost control of her bladder had been a revelation for her. She had discovered how exciting it is to do something that you're not supposed to do as an adult woman, according to social norms. In the past few months, she had peed in her pants in front of the mirror in her bedroom, enjoying the warm sensation on her legs and the sight of the steadily spreading dark spot in her pants. The excitement that had come over her had always ended in a powerful, self-induced orgasm.
Two weeks ago, Susan had gone out on the street for the first time in her wet pants. With her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of the secret hidden under her long coat, she had walked through the busy city center for an hour. But she wanted more: she wanted to feel that tension again, the impending loss of control, being overwhelmed by an untamable primal force. And thanks to her full bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stopped traffic, it was about to happen now.
She was about to leave the parking lot when there was a knock on the passenger door window. It was Bart, who opened the door with a red face from the effort. "Good thing I caught up with you," he gasped. "The leasing company just called to say they can't arrange a replacement car today. Could I maybe ride with you?"
Bart lived less than a kilometer from her, and she had just confidently stated that she would drive straight home. Susan couldn't think of any excuse why she couldn't give Bart a lift. "Sure, no problem," she forced a smile. A moment later, Bart was sitting next to her, talking non-stop about his plans for the weekend. Susan began to panic slightly: there she was, facing hours of traffic with a pressing need to go to the bathroom, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone else. She wouldn't make it home dry without going to the bathroom. She had done everything she could to make that impossible.
The restroom in the office building was tempting, but she found it embarrassing to make a U-turn after only ten meters of driving for a bathroom break. That would make a strange impression on her passenger. She had always had difficulty talking to others about going to the bathroom. She knew that everyone did it, but she preferred not to remind other people that she had such primitive needs. Now she couldn't avoid it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station on the highway. She had to be able to make it. To relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, she squeezed her thighs tightly together.
While Susan hurriedly drove towards the highway, she tried to chat with Bart. But she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. She felt like she could lose control of her bladder at any moment. If she didn't reach a toilet soon, she would pee in her pants in front of her handsome colleague like a little child.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Bart looking at her. "Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?" he suddenly asked.
Shit. That stupid thing popped out from under her legs. "Uh, these pants stain the upholstery," was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how idiotic it sounded: she had deliberately worn a slightly faded pair of jeans because they gave the most exciting stains when wet. But Bart seemed to accept her explanation.
After ten kilometers on the highway, she took the relieving exit to the gas station. "Sorry, I need to use the toilet," she apologized, hastily getting out of the car.
"No problem, it's better than doing it in your pants," Bart joked. Susan felt herself blush. Bart had no idea that was exactly what she had planned.
She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder with a clattering sound in the somewhat grimy but oh so welcome Shell toilet a little later. There seemed to be no end to her pee. She would never have been able to hold it for hours. She pulled up her underwear and jeans, grateful that they would remain bone dry today. "Okay, we're good to go," she said cheerfully as she got back behind the wheel.
Not much later, they joined the end of a traffic jam. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It would take at least two more hours for them to get home. Although her original plan had fallen through, this sounded like music to Susan's ears: she would have Bart all to herself for a nice long time. Her relief at having an empty bladder was so great that her shyness had disappeared spontaneously. She chatted with Bart about small talk topics, feeling relaxed, and he seemed to be enjoying the conversation just as much as she was.
They had just started talking about their mutual vacation plans when Susan realized she needed to pee again. Not as badly as before, but much more than you would expect twenty minutes after going to the bathroom. In her head, she went through what she had drunk that day. The three glasses of water she had in the afternoon were certainly good for a liter, but to make sure she would be bursting when she left, she had also had the necessary tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn't know exactly what the average woman's bladder capacity was, but when Susan added up her fluid intake for the day, she could only conclude that her pee just now had only been the tip of the iceberg. Her body had now begun to eliminate the rest of the excess fluid.
Initially, Susan wasn't too worried. She had already proven today that she could hold her pee for a long time, so she figured she could handle the few hours in the car. But soon she realized that her bladder was filling up at an accelerated pace. She began to panic, frantically trying to think of where the nearest toilet was. At cruising speed, it was at least another half an hour to the next gas station, she calculated. But the traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the much-needed bathroom could have been in Timbuktu for all she knew.
"Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Bart asked.
"Sorry, I'm a little tired," Susan replied.
In the next half hour, they covered a measly five kilometers. Less than an hour after her liberating bathroom visit, Susan once again felt like her bladder could explode at any moment. Restlessly, she shifted in her seat. She might be able to hold it for another fifteen minutes, but her self-created doom was inevitable: whether she wanted to or not, she was going to pee her pants.
Susan thought back to how it had gone last time. She had resisted nature's call with all her might, and as a result, had lost control of her body for ten whole seconds. Perhaps it would be better if she took matters into her own hands this time, and controlled the release of her pee little by little. Hopefully, her pants wouldn't get soaked through so quickly, and the liquid, which would inevitably seek the lowest point, could reach her seat undetected. If she behaved as normally as possible, Bart might not notice anything!
With a sideways glance at the man next to her, Susan cautiously relaxed her sphincter muscle. Immediately, she felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid filling her panties. A moment later, she regained control of her bladder with some effort. She looked down as inconspicuously as possible. The fabric of her jeans between her legs showed a small wet spot, but Bart probably wouldn't be able to see it from his position. Susan let some more urine flow again, this time for a little longer. She felt her buttocks becoming damp. Unconsciously, she let out a sigh.
"Isn't this traffic frustrating?" said Bart.
"Yes, very annoying," said Susan, secretly releasing a warm stream from her body for the third time. "Could you pass me my bag, please?" Bart handed her the handbag he had placed on the floor in front of him when they got in the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. She casually left the bag on her lap, shielding the slowly growing wet spot in her crotch.
She dared to relax a little more, but remained constantly aware of her thoroughly wet buttocks.
Two endless hours later, Susan parked her car in front of Bart's house. Her bladder was still about to burst. During the ride, she had been able to relieve some of the pressure by letting a little bit of pee out at a time, but because the back of her pants had limited absorption capacity, she still had to hold back. If she had opened all the floodgates, the pee would undoubtedly have seeped through to the front of her pants, and her handbag would no longer have hidden her shame from Bart. To her dismay, Bart had even offered to put her bag on the back seat, but she had managed to dissuade him with an excuse.
"Hey, I was thinking," said Bart. "You're probably too tired to cook for yourself. Why don't you join me for dinner? I'll make a delicious risotto."
Having dinner at Bart's house! Susan would have loved nothing more, but she had made it impossible for herself. "Uh, some other time, please," she stammered. "But I'm really tired now. I'm going to lie on the couch at home."
"I have a couch too, you know," Bart said invitingly.
"No, thank you, I really prefer to go home."
Bart seemed disappointed but didn't insist further. "Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!"
Susan let out a deep sigh. She had made it. She had wet herself, but Bart hadn't noticed a thing. Now that all the tension was released, Susan could no longer hold her protesting bladder in check. Before she had even left the street, she felt her body fluid rushing out uncontrollably between her legs. She threw her handbag on the back seat and looked in amazement at her pants, which became soaking wet in a matter of seconds. The modest wet spot in her crotch rapidly spread over the inside of her thighs. The fabric around her buttocks was now completely saturated. Moisture began to drip from the plastic bag on the floor. Undoubtedly, the makeshift protective layer would not adequately protect the seat of her chair. She didn't care and made no effort to regain control. She continued to pee in one long spurt that seemed to last forever.
Like a baby, she was peeing herself, but she felt stronger than ever. No one could touch her. She did whatever she felt like doing, defying all prevailing conventions. Involuntarily, she pressed the gas pedal a little harder. When a traffic light turned red, she quickly made an extra sprint. Adrenaline surged through her body. It took a while for the police car's stop sign to penetrate her consciousness and for her to crash back down to earth.
"So, madam," said the officer when Susan rolled down her window, "it seems like you were in quite a hurry. You just drove through the red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?"
"No, I'm sorry," said Susan meekly, "I just wasn't paying attention. I understand if I get a fine for that." With her arms, she tried to hide the large wet spots on her pant legs as best she could.
"I do need to issue you a ticket for this," said the officer. "May I see your driver's license?"
Shit. Susan's driver's license was in the bag she had just thrown onto the back seat with a big sweep. It was out of her reach. She would have to turn a quarter turn and stretch to reach it. The officer would have a clear view of her soaking wet behind. She started sweating. For the second time today, she had gotten herself into trouble. "No, sorry," she answered as kindly as possible, "I accidentally left my driver's license at home this morning. Could you perhaps check my details based on my license plate?"
"Could you step out of the car, please?" asked the officer. "It's easier to talk that way." He clearly had no intention of letting Susan off easily.
"Um, can't we just do it like this, I uh..." stuttered Susan.
"Madam, I request that you leave your vehicle," the man repeated in a pressing tone.
It was clear that the officer would not tolerate any objections, and that Susan would only get herself into more trouble if she refused to cooperate. Hesitantly, Susan opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the soaking wet fabric of her pants sticking to her legs. She could have died of shame.
"As you probably know," the officer began his sermon, "since 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 must have a form of identification..." He didn't finish his sentence. The stern expression on his face gave way to astonishment. It took him a while to realize what he was seeing. Standing before him was an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes, and feminine curves in all the right places, who had wet herself. The large wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she was unsuccessfully trying to cover with her hands, left no doubt about this. In the reflection of the car window, he could see that the fabric around her well-shaped buttocks was soaked.
Ashamed, Susan looked down at her feet.
"Y-you can go home," stammered the officer, bewildered. "We all make mistakes." After one last shy glance at Susan's pants, he walked back to his car.
With a pounding heart, Susan slammed the door behind her as she arrived home. The car ride had become more thrilling than she had anticipated. First, she had secretly wet herself in front of her colleague, and then she had exposed herself to a complete stranger. She had endured anxious moments, but now that she was safely home, excitement took over. She took off the long coat that had concealed her wet pants from unsuspecting passersby on the street. In her bedroom mirror, she examined the dark blue stains on her pants. She flopped down on her bed. When she rolled over, large moist spots remained where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay on her back and ran her hands over her wet pant legs. She pulled her pants down and touched her soaked panties.
Then Susan could no longer resist the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Moments later, she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages. |
"Why not?!" said Kim to Anouk, "doing something fun every once in a while can't hurt, can it?" "Yeah, I know," Anouk thought, "but I have to work tomorrow and I want to be rested. But I guess it's true that I'm young now and should take advantage of it." "Okay, let's do it then. You buy the tickets online; they're probably cheaper than at the theater," said Anouk. "Okay, I'll do that. See you at seven o'clock at my house?" asked Kim. "Sure, see you then," replied Anouk as she hung up the phone.
Kim had been nagging her for two days to go see the new film about a dance group trying to make it big. So, being a good friend, Anouk agreed to go. But she had to be at Kim's house in forty-five minutes, so she'd better start getting ready. After some consideration, she decided to wear a black dress with short sleeves, an orange leggings and black sneakers. She left her hair down and didn't put on too much makeup. She quickly drank her tea, which she had already made, and hopped on her bike. "Hi there, are you coming outside?" she asked Kim on the phone. "Oh, you're on time! I'll just print the tickets and be right out," replied Kim.
Kim was her best friend, and they had known each other since elementary school. They had been through many adventures together, but lately they had been seeing each other less often, which was a shame because Anouk realized that she really wanted to see her friend more often. Ah, there's Kim. Oh, she didn't go too crazy with her outfit because Kim is wearing grey jeans and a cute green t-shirt. After a big hug, Kim jumps on the back of Anouk's bike because she doesn't feel like biking herself, and Anouk doesn't feel like arguing with her. She'll make Kim bike back later.
The train to the theater is quiet, as it's just a Thursday evening, so we can catch up on things. Kim, as always, has been up to all sorts of things. Two days ago, she took up a challenge at work as a waitress to kiss a customer. If she did it, she'd get $20, and yes, that $20 is now hers. I, on the other hand, am more cautious, although I would like to have more courage. Before we go into the theater, we grab two bottles of sparkling water because we have to watch our figures, and we also buy a box of popcorn to balance it out. "Oh, that's right, this is the theater with those big chairs you sink into," I say surprised. "Yeah, that's right," Kim replies. "It's so quiet; the movie starts in five minutes, and there's no one here yet," I say. "Yeah, I don't know, I hope it's not a bad sign for the movie..." "Oh well, I still think it's cozy," I say, touching her leg. "Nice pants, by the way. They look good on you. Where did you get them?" "Oh, thank you, just at Jeans Center, I think." Just as the movie starts, I feel that the tea from home is trying to tell me something. "Crap, I actually have to pee," I say a bit foolishly. "Haha, idiot, the movie just started, and if you miss the beginning, you won't understand the rest of the movie," says Kim. "Yeah, haha, you're right. It's not too bad," I reply.
"Well, that bottle of sparkling water went down pretty smoothly on this pleasant summer evening, and I really need to use the restroom now, but the movie is already more than halfway through. Next time, I really need to remember to do these things beforehand, as I cross my legs in a different way to alleviate the feeling. "Do you need to use the restroom now or what? I see you shifting back and forth," Kim says. "Haha, yeah, kinda," I reply shyly. "You know what, I have an idea. Do you want to earn 30 euros?" Oh no, where is this going, I think. "Uh, yeah, but what do you have in mind?" "Okay, I know a way to relieve you a bit, and you're wearing the perfect outfit for it," Kim says cheerfully. "Yeah, sounds good, but what do you want me to do?" I ask. "Pee," she says softly. "PEE!?" I reply in a loud whisper. "Yeah, pee, in the movie theater seat, but secretly. If you lift up your dress so that you're sitting on your leggings, we'll just walk out later, and no one will see anything!" Okay, this is really weird. "Kim, come on, I can't do that." "Of course you can, and you probably won't be the first one, and you'll get 30 euros for it. I would have done it for that much, but I'm not wearing a dress." Okay, this is really weird, but "okay," I say softly after some consideration. I see a big smile on Kim's face, and I lift up the back of my dress a bit. Kim takes my hand and squeezes it softly. I look at Kim with a small smile, then back at the movie, and immediately feel why I'm crossing my legs. I put them side by side and sit a bit wider. I already feel a bit of urine coming up. Am I really going to do this?! I don't believe myself and let out a little bit of pee, feeling my pink Hello Kitty panties getting a bit warm, and I look at Kim. "Are you peeing yet?" she asks softly. “Just a little bit," I reply. "Haha," Kim laughs. I feel a little bit on my leggings and can already feel that not only my panties have gotten a bit wet, oops. Well, in that case, the rest doesn't really matter, and as I say it, I let out a little bit of pee again. Oh, that feels good, and shortly after, I relax even more and start peeing. Oh, that's relieving. I look at Kim and spread my legs a bit wider so she can watch too. She leans against me and watches, while I feel the warmth more and more as I pee. I see that the seat is doing its best to absorb it, but it's not entirely successful. Fortunately, it's not overflowing, otherwise, it would have made a lot of noise. That feels good as I let out the last bit, and I see that the rest is now being sucked up by the seat, so I stay in a pretty comfortable warm seat. Kim is still leaning against me and turns her face to me and gives me a kiss on my cheek. I smile back at her, and then Kim goes with her hand to my knee and goes from there over the inside of my leg towards the warm spot and feels the wet and warm part. I quickly cross my legs again and feel my heart beating faster. She pulls her hand back and says "Just checking if you really earned the 30 euros," she says laughing and runs her hand through her hair. "But yes, you have more than earned them! I can't pay you right now, but I have the money at home. I have to say, I didn't think you would do it." "No, neither did I, haha." "How did it feel?" "Actually quite nice, surprisingly. Of course, because I really had to pee, but it's also quite warm, and still is," I say, while feeling between my legs with my hand.
"Okay, I think the movie is almost over. Can you check to make sure you can't see anything when I pull my dress back down?" "Sure, I can do that," Kim says. "No, you can't see anything at all, see?" "Okay, I still think it's weird," I say. "I understand, but you have to give something to get something, right?!" "Haha, yeah, okay," I laugh back, but it feels very strange to me, and I also feel like I'm being looked at. Let's just walk away. "Shall we buy some drinks for on the train?" "Mmmm, okay," "Oh, I actually feel like having a beer. What about you? We can toast to your achievement?" "Yeah, I've earned that," I say. Once back on the train, we enjoy our beer and watch as the day begins to come to an end with beautiful orange-red colors. I'm glad it's quiet on the train again, there's only an old couple in our compartment and a few seats in front of us. And now that it's starting to get dark, it won't be noticed if you can see anything. Later, we're on our bikes again, and I managed to persuade Kim to do the cycling, while I sit behind her with my arms around her waist to hold on a little. "Do you want to come in for your reward?" Kim asks with sparkling eyes. "Um," I mutter, "Oh, there's no one home if you're wondering." Kim says. That's exactly why I mumbled, Kim always sees through me quickly, which is nice. "Sure, then I'll definitely come in.”.
We walk straight up to Kim's room, and she flops down on her bed. I'm still standing there waiting when Kim gestures for me to sit down too. "Oh, I thought maybe..." I say. "Well, that will have to wait a little longer, won't it? Show me, by the way, I'm curious to see what your butt looks like now, haha." Kim commands. I turn around and lie down on my stomach. Kim pulls up my dress and starts laughing; "haha, are you still wearing Hello Kitty underwear?!" I quickly turn around and sit up straight, giving her a push on her shoulder. "Yes, why not! They're very comfortable and still pretty nice...haha, okay, except now." "Haha, you can say that again. Well, I haven't worn them in years," says Kim, "but hey, is that reward coming or what?" I ask. "So impatient, yes, it's coming," she says as she walks to a drawer and pulls out three ten-euro bills, waving them around in the air. She comes over to me, and just as I'm about to grab them, she quickly pulls them back and puts them in her pants from above. "Oh, now it's really over for you," I say as I grab her hands and we start wrestling and rolling around on the bed.
I am always a bit stronger built than Kim, even if I say so myself, and I can quickly get her on her back with me on top of her, or on her stomach while holding her hands above her head. "NO," Kim screams, laughing. "You know I can't stand tickling." "Well, you thought of that a little too late. Tough luck now," I say as I quickly grab her armpits and show Kim who's boss. When Kim starts to break free, I quickly grab her wrists again and forcefully bring them back above her head. "Anouk, I need to pee!" Kim begs. "Excuses, excuses, I'm not done with you yet!" I say as I tickle her armpits again and hold on for a bit longer. Kim keeps laughing and repeating, "NO, NO, STOP, I NEED TO PEE." I am quite comfortable sitting on top of her and bring my hand to her neck to tickle her a little bit there as well. "STOP, STOP, STOP!" Kim screams. I grab her hands again and bring them back above her head. "Anouk, you really have to stop now because I think I've already peed a little," Kim pleads. "Haha, excuses, I'm going to tickle you one more time. You deserve it," I say and tickle her armpits one last time. After a good tickle session, I let her go and ask, "So, how did that feel?" "Uh, I think I have to do laundry tonight," she says, half-jokingly. Did she mean that? If so, well, good. Now she knows what I went through today. I sit next to her and turn around. Oh, hahaha, her beautiful gray jeans are now darker in a circular pattern at the top, just like my leggings in the theater. "Oops," I hear Kim say softly and cheerfully. We look at each other as Kim sits up in bed, and we both start laughing. "Okay, sorry if I..." But before I can finish my sentence, Kim says, "It's okay, check out how wet my bed has become." My heart rate speeds up a bit, and I follow her hand that's already pushing down on the bed, causing us to see a bit more urine forming in the dimple. I do the same; it feels pleasantly warm again, and I move my hand along her pants. As I do so, I suddenly feel it getting warmer. No way. I look at her, and she looks back with a big smile. "You're really weird," I say in disbelief. "Haha, I know, I have to wash my bed anyway," Kim laughs. Oddly enough, I still feel her pants and see a puddle of urine forming where she's sitting. I move my hand towards it, feeling myself getting a bit damp again, but this time not from urine. Okay, I'll think about that later, I think as I sit with my hand in the warm water of Kim. Then Kim stops peeing and says, "Damn it, hahaha, the ten euro bills.”. |
Liz was not open about her sexuality. She was slim and dark-haired, wore her hair short, and had an expressive face. However, she usually looked very worried with squinted eyes. She seemed like a girl who took life very seriously. I met her at the grocery store where I did my shopping. She bought a bag full of groceries that turned out to be almost too heavy to lift, so I took care of it and asked her where she needed to go. It turned out to be a few streets away, not far from where I lived.
She had a flat in an old house with high, steep stairs. She thanked me and asked if I wanted a beer. I gladly accepted because it gave me the opportunity to stay with her longer. She fascinated me excessively, I had no steady girlfriend and could do as I pleased. Soon I found out that she worked at a real estate agency in the city center. She was twenty years old, so still young and four years younger than me.
When I went out with her, it soon became apparent that the outwardly serious Liz was a lively girl. She could have fun, but I must admit that she never flirted with other men in my presence. She also never wore flashy clothes, usually dark shades like gray and black. When she became ecstatic, she looked so delighted that she turned into a beauty.
I noticed that on the third day, after we had been out and had a drink at her place. Liz played records, and we made out a bit. She allowed me to lift her sweater and stroke the bare skin of her belly. Even when I unhooked her bra, she didn't make a sound, she kissed me passionately and apparently enjoyed me touching her firm naked breasts with my fingers. We sat on a low, backless couch and fell down together. She kicked off her shoes, I did the same, and we had a wild love affair. I slowly took off her clothes, pulled down her pants, and finally had her completely naked.
She remained still as I undressed myself and lay with a hard penis against her. My hand glided over her pubic mound and I began stroking her pussy. I fingered between her thighs and found a wet vagina. With a thrust, I was on top of her and between her legs. I inserted my penis into her vagina and felt her slender, nimble body tremble. She fucked as fiercely as I did, as if she was starving and craving for sex. Her hot body lustfully curved under me and she quickly came. Loud, moaning sighs proved that she enjoyed it. I was horny for her and ejaculated. It was a wonderful feeling to feel my penis ejaculate and let the sperm flow into her vagina.
For the first time, I saw that delighted expression on her face. She looked so lovely that while the sperm flowed out of me, I kissed her passionately. Liz wrapped her arms around my back and pressed me tightly against her small breasts. She was a great girl to come in, and I moaned and groaned with pleasure.
In the months that followed, a close relationship developed between Liz and me. One evening, we had a few beers at her home. That happened often before we started making love. This time she had almost forced it on me, constantly refilling my glass and taking one bottle of beer after another. She had also had a fair share herself. I became a bit dizzy and horny from the alcohol. Because I finally wanted to make love, I got up and wanted to leave the room, heading to the toilet.
Liz, who was watching my every move with suspicion, jumped out of her chair and blocked my path. She leaned her back against the door and looked up at me with teasing eyes. She was almost a head shorter than me, so she had to look up. Besides that mischievous expression, there was also something else, a questioning look that was also a bit lustful. I didn't understand what she wanted from me as she held me and opened my zipper. Her hand groped in my pants and pulled out my dick.
It did get a bit hard, but I needed to pee first before I could do anything.
She pulled down the zipper of her jeans and pushed my cock into her pants, against her panties. She looked like a sweet little mouse in her gray sweater and light gray corduroy pants. I kissed her, she was wild and passionate.
"Let me pee first," I said, "then we can make love." "Just pee," she said. "Pee." She looked up at me with her dark eyes, with a questioning, almost pleading expression. It dawned on me what she meant, what she wanted from me. It took my breath away and I stuttered.. "But Liz… you don't mean... that I pee on you..." "Yes," she gasped, "pee in my pants. I'm feeling crazy..
come on..." She stroked my dick and pushed her hand against my bladder, whispering continuously: "pee then...
pee on me... let it run into my pants."
It sounded so urgent, so convincing, that I gave in. If she liked it, I would do it. I needed to go so badly that I could hardly hold it anymore. It would be a pleasure to let it flow. She kept looking at me and I took her narrow face between my hands. As we looked into each other's eyes, I relaxed the sphincter and peed on her. I knew exactly how the stream found its way, as if I could see it. Her panties got wet, then her pubic hair. It ran down her stomach into her crotch, along her thighs and soaked her pant legs. A glow of lust appeared in her eyes, she stood with her legs together and must, there was no other way, feel the warm urine running down her.
Her lips parted, her fingers moved my semi-erect penis back and forth against her belly. She started whispering: "Just let it go.. I'm doing it now too... I'm peeing in my pants... we're peeing together in my pants... ooh... Jake.” She pushed me away slightly. "You don't need to get wet," she gasped, "are you done?"
"Yes," I groaned. Immediately after my release, my penis swelled, I was aroused by her behavior.
I still held her head and she looked at me.
"Aren't you mad?" she whispered.
“No” I said, kissing her on the mouth.
"I'm going to wash up now," she said. "Go ahead and get into bed and wait for me." I took a step back. Her jeans had become darker in the front and between her legs, the fabric had become soaked with pee. It leaked between her feet onto the wooden floor and formed a small puddle there. She ran out of the room and came back with a mop. She cleaned up the puddle and walked away, her wet pant legs slapping against her wet legs. I undressed and crawled naked into her bed.
My penis was hard as an oak stick. When she returned, naked and clean, I pulled the blanket back and showed her my erection.
She knelt beside me and enveloped the head with her lips. I was eager, longing to make love to her and pulled her lower body towards my face. Lustfully, I pressed my mouth onto her pussy, which was fresh and juicy. I knew she had washed and there was no trace of urine on her pussy. But even if her pussy had still been wet from her pee, I would have sucked, I was so horny.
I greedily slurped the juice from her vagina and licked her swollen clit with a stiff tongue. Liz sucked on my cock with voluptuous lips and licked along it. We excited each other until we exploded in a joint orgasm. With convulsing legs, she lay against my face coming. I shot powerful streams of sperm into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked in and swallowed. We had satisfied each other's passions before, but this time it was more intense.
After our passions were satisfied, we lay quietly next to each other. Her hand slid over my belly and caressed my flaccid penis. "Am I a crazy girl?" she asked with a meek, shy voice.
"Yes," I said, "but a deliciously crazy girl." "Have you ever experienced anything like this before?" "No," I had to admit, "you're the first. Have you ever done this before..." "Yes," she admitted, "but you're the first who doesn't think it's really crazy. I tried it a few times with a boyfriend. One ran away when I asked him, the other couldn't get hard afterwards and I never saw him again." She sighed and wriggled her supple body against mine.
“How did you come up with the idea?” I asked, curious about her motives.
“It's a crazy story,” she said “from long ago. I was 14 then.
I was dating a 16-year-old boy. Of course he wanted to fuck me. I didn't even know what fucking was at the time, a friend had vaguely heard something about it and told me that a boy wanted to stick his cock in your cunt. He wanted to pee in it but you could have a baby. I was so stupid that I believed it. I knew pissing felt good when you really needed it. So when I was having sex with that boy and he opened my pants to feel my pussy I got hot but also had fear. He was not allowed to enter it with his cock. He unzipped his fly and shoved his erect cock into my hand. I held it against my stomach, it moved back and forth and suddenly I felt something wet through my panties. Now I know he came but then I thought he peed on me.
I encouraged him and said, "Go ahead. Pee on me." I would rather have him pee in my pants than in my pussy, thinking of the dangers like my friend had outlined. He laughed and asked, "Do you like that?" I was really horny and didn't care, I didn't consider the consequences.
"Yes, go ahead," I said. Then I felt his warm pee against my stomach and flowing down between my legs. It leaked into my pants and I got wet.
"Please," he said after he was done. He zipped up his pants and ran away. I was left behind with my wet pants. I put on an act. In front of the door, I peed in my pants a little more, I was just shivering with pleasure when I felt it running down my legs. With my hands pressed against my crotch, I ran inside and yelled, "Mother, I peed in my pants. I couldn't hold it anymore!" I ran straight to the bathroom, past my surprised-looking mother.
Before taking off my clothes, I stood for a while with my pants unzipped and rubbed my pussy with two fingers. I was so horny that I automatically did what was necessary to cum. It was the first time I had an orgasm.
So, now you know and you can laugh at me."
I had listened to her story with great interest. During the telling, I had gotten an erection. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She grabbed it tightly and asked, "Did it turn you on?" "Yes," I said and rolled onto her. My penis almost slipped into her soaking wet pussy without much help from my fingers.
She had also aroused herself with the memory of that pissing incident. We fucked fiercely and passionately.
Liz moved hot and willing under me, the moisture oozing from her pussy. My hands were under her ass, I moved my fingers in her crack and the bottom of her pussy. I pressed my fingertips into the sticky wetness and drilled my rock-hard cock deep into her juicy plum. She moaned and pushed her pussy against my stiff penis. Every movement was accompanied by a deep, yearning sigh.
The stimulated head pounded and throbbed. When the cum came out, she threw herself up shaking and shivering. In her orgasm, she contracted her muscles so powerfully that my cock was almost choked off. The more vigorously the sperm flew out, the more I sprayed her, shrinking with pleasure.
I stayed the night with her and that night, after another intense session, she asked, "Don't you want to come live with me?" Apparently, my tolerance for her pee fetish had paved the way for a permanent relationship. I immediately agreed and moved my things to her apartment. It took a few days to do so.
We celebrated by going out to eat somewhere nice and came home a little tipsy. She immediately poured us both a beer and looked at me questioningly. I sensed what she had in mind and exchanged a meaningful glance with her. "Are we going to do it?" she asked with bated breath. "Definitely," I said, "I've been holding it in for the last few hours."
She was wearing her gray corduroy pants, the same ones she had worn the first time. I unrolled a large roll of plastic and had her stand on it in the middle after she had taken off her shoes and socks. While I took off her shirt and bra, she opened my fly and pulled out my penis. She let it hang in her fly, expecting me to pee. But I had something else in mind and took off my shirt. I lowered my pants, pulled down my underwear, and took off my shoes.
Completely naked, I now stood face to face with her body that trembled with anticipation. "You have to wait until I'm finished," I said. She nodded and moaned lustfully. In a horny wriggle, she rubbed herself against me. Her fingers held my dick as I let it go at full force. I peed in her pants and felt the legs become wet. As I stood stiff against her, my thighs against hers, my naked skin became moist as it penetrated through her pants. She rubbed my peeing dick back and forth, rolled it along her panties so that the pubic hair became soaked, and pressed her wet jeans against me. When I finished peeing, she clamped one thigh between hers, pressed her dripping crotch against me so that the drops rolled along my thighs. She shook and trembled, "I'm already cumming,” she gasped excitedly. As she hung shivering against me and had an orgasm, I began to undo her pants. I pulled down the soaked garment and exposed her dripping crotch and legs.
Liz was still standing and understood what I wanted. I said it to her redundantly, "Squat above me," I requested, "above my lower body and let it flow."
She did as I asked and held her pussy about thirty centimeters above my crotch. The penis was already starting to swell and jerked up as her warm urine began to flow over it. I stared fascinated at her peeing pussy, her pussy from which the thick, swirling stream plunged down and ran over my lower body. It made me incredibly hard, the warmth of her pee aroused my dick. My dick was rock hard when the source dried up. I pulled her down and rolled her back into the pond on the plastic. She lay half on her wet pants and with her butt in her own piss, I turned over and came between her spread legs. With one hand, I aimed my dick at her dripping wet pussy and let it pop inside. We squeezed the pee out of our soaked pubic hair in small amounts that flowed between her thighs. Her butt splashed in the puddle below her, our moving loins made sucking sounds as if we were fucking on swampy ground. I fucked her fiercely and squeezed my fingers into her wet ass. Liz’ hands slid over my moist, pee-soaked buttocks. Our bellies slid over each other, my dick moved splashing in her soaking wet pussy in the mixture of pee and cum.
We clung to each other, skin to skin, made sucking and bubbling sounds. We quickly slid towards a climax, the glans tingled and swelled to bursting point.
“Cum on me,” Liz gasped, "Cum on me... cum on me..."
Ah, I thought, she wants even more kinky things. She wanted to get even wetter, so I held back a bit to give her the chance to climax before pulling my dick out of her pussy. She squeezed her wet thighs tightly around my legs, and her pussy made audible slurping and foaming sounds. With a sharp cry, she came and pressed her quivering body against mine. I gave her a few more seconds to feel my hard cock in her contracting pussy, then I pulled it out and held it between our bellies. The cum shot out with tremendous force from my pulsating penis and spread all over her lower body. Once I had released it, I pressed my stomach against hers and rubbed the cum between us.
Liz wriggled her body ecstatically, eager to feel the slippery fluid. It was smeared on her belly and mixed with pee to form a sticky and thin layer. We continued to lie there, rubbing our bellies together while Liz rolled her ass back and forth in the puddle under her buttocks. She seemed to derive endless pleasure from it, but I was in the mood for a refreshing drink. That's why I separated myself from her and pulled my belly skin away from hers. It stubbornly came loose, and our skin stuck together from the cum. I looked at her smeared belly and the sticky, wet pubic hair. I had a desire to see her clean and dry again so that I could feel and stroke her smooth, soft skin.
"Shall we wash up for a bit," I suggested, "and then we'll start again later."
Liz agreed with me, so we got rid of all the mess.
We rolled up the plastic halfway and got into the shower together.
We dried each other off and lounged on the couch. One of her hands played with my balls while the other held the glass. I stroked her tits and drank with the other hand. We turned each other on until we couldn't take it anymore and the only solution was a passionate romp.
Liz wanted to get wet again, so we unrolled the plastic. She peed on me and then lay down on her soaked clothes.
I splashed her from head to toe, aiming the splattering stream at her breasts, stomach, and thighs.
Then I threw myself on top of her and we slid and fucked over each other.
My cock splashed up and down in her dripping wet pussy. Our arms slid along shoulders and breasts, our legs rubbed smoothly and moistly against each other. It was like we were wrestling and trying to hold each other tightly. I pushed her down as she tried to get out from under me. It was a frenzy of lust and writhing.
I struggled to keep her wet body under control, but managed to do so. Liz had an extravagant orgasm, her body writhing in ecstatic pleasure. That was my cue to let loose. I quickly thrust to an orgasm and let the cum spring into her pussy. Shivering with lust, I let it flow out and fill her wet hole. With stiff knees and a limp dick, I stood up. I saw the hair on my chest and stomach sticking to her moist body. Liz scrambled to her feet and rubbed the cum from her pussy over the wet skin of her legs. Her pussy hung wet, like a wilted flower, on her stomach. She looked like a swimming champion who had won the battle, dripping and all, and had crawled ashore, gasping for breath. I rubbed both hands over her slippery ass.
"Nice?" I asked.
"Amazingly nice," she sighed and shook her beautifully built body so the droplets flew off. |
I met Kimberly at a small pub near my house. I had never been much of a pub-goer, but after my divorce, I often found myself bored in the evenings, and spending an hour or so at the café on the corner was a nice distraction. It was a really old café, with an old-fashioned billiards table. Within a few weeks, I had gotten to know some regular customers, and playing a game of billiards with a glass of beer was always enjoyable.
One evening, I was playing billiards when Kimberly walked in. She immediately caught my eye. Initially, it wasn't even her pretty face that caught my attention, but rather the incredibly tight light blue jeans she was wearing. I later found out that Kimberly was in her early thirties. Kimberly sat at the bar and ordered a white wine. Meanwhile, I continued to play billiards cheerfully, but from the corner of my eye, I kept looking at Kimberly. She was just sitting there alone, and I was actually happy when the game of billiards was over, and I boldly went to sit next to her.
"Hi," I said to her. "I've never seen you here before." That was true. She had never been there before. To my surprise, she told me about her whole life story. She had just gotten divorced and moved. Her house was a bit in order, and she wanted a night of distraction. But this café was a letdown for her. It looked nice from the outside, but there was little to experience inside. A few old guys with a drink, and I was actually the only somewhat younger one. When she had told me her joys and sorrows so candidly, I also told her about my misery over the past year. Also just divorced. She was a bit surprised when I said that, and I saw her looking at my wedding ring. "Well, it's still pretty fresh," I said. "I took off that wedding ring on the day of the divorce, but a few days later, I put it back on. It must be a habituation process. I still love my ex-wife very much. I think I can't let go of it yet." She nodded and said she knew the feeling. Her ex-husband had left her for a younger woman. She didn't understand it. They had it so good, and now that idiot thought that a girl barely 20 could bring him more happiness.
Within half an hour, we were actually exchanging pretty intimate details and somewhat jokingly, I invited her to come with me to my house. "It's nearby and I have a nice white wine at home," I said. I didn't expect her to agree at all, but to my surprise, she said, "OK, just for a bit." I now knew that she lived close to me and reassured her by saying that I would drop her off at home later, so she wouldn't have to walk alone in the dark. When we arrived at my house, I explained that it was a split-level home, so the living room was immediately on the second floor. "It's nice because I never have anyone looking in," I said. "The only downside is that you always have to go up or down stairs to use the bathroom." She laughed and said, "I'm one of those people who always hold it in as long as possible. Maybe it's weird, but I prefer to use my own bathroom. I was like that as a kid too. I rarely or never used the bathroom at school. I held it in until I got home. It didn't always work out though." "Oh," I said. "What do you mean?" Meanwhile, I walked into the kitchen to grab the corkscrew. "Well, you know," she said. "Almost home and the idea that the bathroom was so close only made the urge stronger. I've even had accidents and ended up peeing in my pants in front of our back door. My mother was pretty mad." "Oh, cool," I replied as the cork popped out of the bottle. It kind of slipped out of me. "Do you think that's cool?" she asked. "I got in a lot of trouble for it and didn't think it was cool at all." "But you were just a kid. Kids have accidents like that sometimes," I explained hastily. It's crazy that your mother got so angry about it." "A child, ... I was about 15," she said. "And if it had been the first time, my mother would probably have just laughed about it. But I regularly wet my pants, much to her annoyance." "Wow," I said as I placed the wine bottle on the coffee table and retrieved two wine glasses from the cabinet. "And all because you refused to use a strange toilet?" "No way," she said. "I was often just too lazy to go on time. You know how it is. I was one of those who just held on for as long as possible while playing. Once, I was playing with a friend in my room and had held on for way too long again. I wet my pants in my room while the bathroom was only three meters away." "Then that friend must have looked at you strangely," I said as I poured the wine into the glasses. "No, not at all," she said. "She knew me well. The only thing she said was, 'Is it that time again, Kimberly? Are you peeing in your pants again? You'll never learn.'"
In the meantime, I lifted my wine glass, and Kimberly did the same. "Cheers," I said and added, "And did you ever learn?" "Ha!" she said. "You mean going to the bathroom on time? Well, to be honest, it still happens to me sometimes." "Oh, come on," I said suddenly with great interest. "Do you still wet your pants?" "Sometimes," she said. "I'm still occasionally too lazy to go on time. It's strange. I was vacuuming yesterday and realized I really needed to go. I ran to the bathroom and it was already too late right before the door." Now, I was starting to feel quite warm and suddenly imagined beautiful Kimberly sitting there on my couch with a wet, tight pair of jeans. "You were probably glad you were home alone," I said. "At least there was no mother around to scold you." "Yes," she muttered. "Maybe that's why I'm not so careful anymore. Since I no longer live at home, even when I was married, I've had quite a few wet pants in the laundry. Even my ex-husband still doesn't know to this day that I regularly wet my pants."
Now my interest was fully piqued. For years, I had been dreaming of a woman wetting herself in front of me, and now there was one sitting on my couch openly admitting to doing it regularly. Not that she enjoyed it... or did she? I decided to throw caution to the wind. "I've only ever seen kids wet their pants," I said. "But you know, I think it would be kind of sexy to watch a woman try to hold her pee and then secretly let a little bit leak out into her pants. And then after a while, she says, 'Look what I did.' I'm not into watersports or drinking pee, but it seems like it would be a really exciting feeling to see a woman consciously wet herself." Kimberly fell silent for a moment.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "I've never seen it, but it just seems erotic to me." "You're weird," she said. "So if I were to pee a little in my pants right now, would you get turned on?" "I don't know," I lied. "I've never seen it before, but I think I probably would. I mean, the idea..." "Well," she said. "You'll find out soon enough. Take a look." And Kimberly spread her legs, and to my surprise, I was looking straight at her crotch. A wet spot, no bigger than a quarter, right in the middle of her crotch. "Is that pee?" I asked, still a bit innocent. "You bet," she said. "And if I don't go to the bathroom soon, it's going to get worse." "Go ahead then," I said, now quite excited. "Don't do everything, just a little before you go to the bathroom." I hurriedly put my wine glass back on the table, or it would have fallen out of my hands. I felt myself getting quite warm, trembling all over my body.
"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked. "Do you really want me to do that? I still have to go home, you know." "It doesn't matter," I said quickly. "I'll come up with something." Kimberly knew very well that I was practically climbing the walls. I could hardly take my eyes off that wet spot in her crotch. "But then your couch will get wet," she said, teasing me. "It doesn't matter, I'll buy a new one if I have to," I said. "Yes, but I mean, if I let a little more go, I'm afraid everything will come out." "So what," I said. "You're really weird," she said. "But okay, if you really want to see it once..." It took a few seconds. My eyes fixed on her crotch. I see a small glint appear on the already present wet spot. The spot gets bigger and without any shame, Kimberly opens all the floodgates. I even hear the stream spraying against the fabric of her pants. In no time, the wet spot grows into a large spot and the urine flows out of her pants onto my couch. I don't even care. Maybe a shame about the couch, but I can clean it. I can't take my eyes off her increasingly wet pants. "I'm really wetting my pants completely," she says redundantly. "It's okay, just do it," I can only say. "You're getting so damn horny from this, aren't you?" she asks. "Jesus, you have no idea what you're doing to me," I mutter. My pants are starting to feel tight and it's almost like I'm going to have a spontaneous orgasm. I feel the tingling.
Kimberly stands up, still peeing. It's now running down her pants legs, even dripping onto my tile floor. It's almost too much for me now. "Feel it," says Kimberly. "I see you want to feel how wet and warm it is." I don't need to be told twice. While she's still peeing, I put my hand in her crotch and feel how it's still very warm and wet. Suddenly, Kimberly starts kissing me. "I've made you really horny, haven't I!" she remarks. "Shall we go to your bedroom?" Kimberly lived in her own house for two more months. She's been living with me for two years now, and hardly a day goes by without her wetting her pants. Sometimes I come home from work and she's doing the dishes in a mini skirt. "Feel it," she says only. And then it's time to party. |
Been in quite a writing mood these past couple weeks I guess.
This is a sequel to my last story, A Socially Distant Easter. https://www.omorashi.org/topic/88336-a-socially-distant-easter/#comment-2074729
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Sloan took another sip of her iced tea, wincing a bit at the flavor of the vodka she had added to it. Sloan was now in her junior year of college and today was a big day, not just for her university, but for the entire city. The local football team had made it to the championship game and as a result, a city wide pre game celebration was underway, with most of the action taking place in the array of parking lots outside of their stadium. That was where Sloan was headed now, along with two of her three roommates, Emma and Julia, another of their friends, Lynne, and Lynne’s boyfriend, Dave.
It was an unseasonably warm winters day and Sloan was wearing tight gray leggings, warm and comfy padded black boots, and an oversized hoodie with the team’s logo on it that her boyfriend, Brian, had left at her apartment. She really wished Brian could have been here today, but his University was a couple hours drive away and traffic was going to be crazy, couple that with exams coming up, and he had decided to stay back and watch the game with his own friends and roommates. She didn’t blame him, but was secretly just a tad dissented as her birthday was on Monday and was eager to celebrate it with him, although they had agreed to do so the following weekend.
Sloan took another swig of her drink as she heard the rumble of the subway train coming in the distance, the noise forcing her and her friends to put a brief pause on their conversation as it arrived and they scrambled aboard, forced to stand and hold on to whatever they could as the train was incredibly crowded with fans eager to get down to the lots and celebrate the team.
Unable to really converse much, Sloan finished off her spiked iced tea over the next 20 minutes as the train stopped at stop after stop, with more and more fans attempting to crowd themselves on until finally they reached the stadium and everyone piled off. Sloan was quite relieved to be off the train, as despite it being winter the amount of people crammed on had made the train car quite hot and claustrophobic.
Exiting the station in to the lot, the party spanned as far as the eye could see, and the group laughed and talked and took in the sights as they made their way across the parking lot. Eventually, after about 20 minutes of walking, they found a bunch of Emma’s other friends, who were hanging out near their car. They had bought along a few cases of beer and everyone helped themselves to one, and then a second, after which Sloan was feeling quite a good buzz.
Time went on and the start of the game got closer, and many fans began dispersing, either in to the stadium if they were lucky or heading off to wherever they would be watching. In truth, Sloan was a bit relieved that they would be heading home soon, as over the past half hour she had started to feel quite a need to pee, unsurprising given all she had drank, but there was really nowhere to go here. She had been scouting out the situation, there were a few portable toilets in the lot, but the lines were unfathomably long, she had seen some where there were 40 or 50 people queuing for a single one. It would literally be much faster to just go home.
Emma finished her goodbyes and the group turned to head back toward the train station, they had hardly taken a few steps when Julia spoke up. “Oh my God guys, I really have to pee”.
“Me too” Emma quickly agreed.
“Yeah, I’ve been holding it for like the last hour, I really need to go actually” Lynne chimed in.
Not much more was said about as there wasn’t much that could be done, and the group continued on toward the station. Sloan was really starting to feel her bladder. It was getting to the stage where it was pounding inside her and she was struggling to walk fully upright. She did some quick math, about 5 more minutes to the station, a 20 minute ride, and then another 5 minute walk back to the apartment. It wasn’t going to be fun, but she would just have to hold it. Sloan really took a lot of pride in her strong bladder, especially since the incident freshmen year when she had come closer to wetting herself than she had ever thought possible after an Easter service at her church. Despite the pain she had felt that day, she remembered it somewhat fondly as the day her and Brian had really connected. And, despite everything, the coffee she had drank, the closed bathrooms at the church, the traffic, the crowded McDonalds, and the final dash home, she had made it without even letting a single drop out in to her panties.
She had been incredibly embarrassed about causing a scene at the time, but when she saw Brian a month or so later for summer break, he brought it up and had actually seemed quite impressed that she was able to hold so much for so long. It turned out that Brian was a very capable guy, seeming to excel at everything he tried. Sloan sometimes felt a bit jealous and insecure about how charmed and successful he was, but had oddly found her bladder to be one area where she was a bit superior to him. They had had some long dates with limited bathroom access, and that had been an issue for Brian at some points. Sometimes he had to make a desperate dash as soon as they reached a toilet, while Sloan would patiently wait her turn. There had even been a few occasions where had been pushed to the point of peeing outside, but Sloan always crossed her legs and waited until they got home without any complaints. In many of these cases, Brian reiterated how impressed he was by her ability to hold it, and Sloan got a rewarding rush of pride every time he commented on it. In just a couple of instances, he had even casually referred to her as “Miss Mega Bladder”, a nickname that he probably hadn’t given much thought to, but that she secretly loved.
The group was nearly to the station when Julia suddenly stopped walking and bent over with her legs tightly crossed over one another.
“Guys…. I don’t think I can do it… I have to pee so fucking bad, I think I might wet myself on the train.”
“We all have to pee Julia” Emma replied, crossing her own legs “It will take an hour to wait in line here, we’ll be home in 20 minutes”
“I seriously don’t think I can wait 20 minutes… fuck I really have to go…” she looked around frantically, her face reddening “I’ll pee in a bush, I don’t even care, just please help me..”
“Um… okay” there was a bit of silence as everyone looked around. Sloan felt frustrated, she didn’t want to pee in public and she did not need this del-
“Maybe over there” Lynne exclaimed, pointing to a wall with a few decorative trees around it on the edge of the parking lot. Julia shot off toward it before Lynne was even finished talking, and the rest of the group started to follow. Sloan really wanted to just leave them, to just get on the train and head home to her toilet, but taking one last glance at the train station, she begrudgingly followed.
Julia led the way to the wall, weaving between parked cars, when they finally reached it she stopped and leaned over with a hand buried in her crotch, waiting for the rest of the group to catch up.
“Please cover me” she squeaked, before immediately ducking behind one of the little trees. Lynne stepped forward to try and provide some cover, Sloan couldn’t believe Julia was actually going to pee here, it was almost completely out in the open. She certainly wasn’t opposed to an emergency public pee, she had done it once before actually, but there had been a lot more privacy in that case.
Next to Sloan, Emma was rapidly stepping from foot to foot. “I… I might go after her” she said quietly. Sloan didn’t even say anything, she glanced around, it seemed like no one even noticed what Julia was doing. Maybe she should just pee here too, she really really had to go, it was going to be an incredibly uncomfortable train ride, it would be so nice to just be able to relax and be comfortable.
Julia stood up, looking like a new woman, and Emma didn’t hesitate, she rushed forward behind the little tree, ripped her pants and panties down to her knees, and immediately started peeing. Sloan took a few steps forward between the cars, moving herself in to position to be next, she was debating on whether she still wanted to do this until she got close enough to see and hear Emma’s pee absolutely jetting out of her, churning up the mulch and starting to flood the ground. She tried to look away, but the prospect of being able to do the same sent Sloan’s mind in over drive and she briefly gave herself a squeeze through her leggings to fend off the sudden urge.
“HEY!” Sloan turned and saw two men, clearly the owners of a nearby vendor tent, storming towards them. “This is not your fucking bathroom! We’re trying to run a business here, go piss in the porta potties like everybody else you disgusting bitch!”
Emma immediately pulled her pants up and fled toward the train station, Lynee, Julia, and Dave tried to mutter some kind of apology, but the guy returned to his tent clearly not wanting to hear it, and they turned back toward the train station.
Sloan was a bit panicked now, she had convinced herself that she was going to get to go, but now was going to have to hold it until home after all. The shock of Emma getting caught had also startled her and she was glad she already had a hand in her crotch or she might have lost a leak. Her heart rate continued to increase as she came to grips with the situation she was in. She was having an emergency, desperate enough to hold her crotch in public, desperate enough that she was prepared to squat in the open in public, as desperate as she had been probably since her Easter ordeal, and still at least a 20 minute train ride away from a toilet.
Entering the station again, she tried to encourage herself. She had made it that day at church, she could make it now. After all, she reminder herself, she was Miss Mega Bladder, but she was certainly going to have to earn her stripes today.
Once again waiting for the train on the platform, she stood next to Emma, who was confiding in Julia about how embarrassed she was that she had been caught, but that she was glad that she had been able to go as much as she did. She said still really needed to go, but felt a lot better.
Sloan looked down the empty tracks, come on train, she begged silently to herself, stepping from foot to foot rapidly as Emma had done earlier, she really wanted to grab herself again, but there were just too many people around.
She craned her head out toward the tracks, where the hell was this train? Why now of all times did it have to take forever to show up? She paced around the platform, Julia was off to the side, smiling and talking on the phone with someone, looking completely relaxed. Emma was standing next to her, still as a statue, while Lynne and Dave subtly danced around, looking quite anxious themselves.
Finally, they heard the rumble of the train of approaching. Sloan anxiously checked the time, 25 more minutes, it seemed impossible, but she really had no other choice. The group boarded the train, thankfully it wasn’t as crowded as Sloan was able to quickly take a seat. The minutes absolutely crawled by as the train lingered in the station, allowing more and more people to board, “come on, come on, come on” Sloan changed internally to herself. Finally, the hiss of the breaks, a jolt to life, and they were underway.
They had about 8 stops to go, and after just 2, Sloan was completely frantic and seriously considering just running off the train at the next stop. She knew this part of town, kind of, and there wouldn’t be many obvious places for her to go, especially on a day like today when the entire city was packed, but she wasn’t sure she had any other option than to try, she’d find somewhere else to squat if she had to, she was going out of her mind.
She pulled one of her arms inside of her hoodie, allowing her to hold herself under it. She was leaning forward in her seat, legs fanning rapidly in and out, she could feel her vagina through her leggings, it felt slick with the effort she was expending to keep her boiling bladder in check. The train came to a stop and she almost ran off but managed to resist the temptation, but as soon as it was underway, she turned to Emma next her.
“Em, I might have to run off at the next stop, I don’t think I can hold this, I’m going to literally pee in my pants any second.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t expect it from you, iron bladder, just hang on, we’re making good time, we’ll be home before you know it. You can do this, I know you can.” she paused “To tell you the truth, I already peed my pants a little, when that asshole interrupted me I just couldn’t stop it right away, and I still really have to go”
Sloan could only let out a pained gasp in response to Emma’s admission as the train began to slow again, they were past halfway there now. Oh God, she was just in so much pain.
With her free hand, she pulled out her phone to desperately try and distract herself, she had a few unread messages from Brian.
“Hey, how’s your day going, are you heading back from the tailgate now?”
“Yeah” she responded
“Dude I have to pee so fucking bad, I think I’m going to actually wet myself before I get back to my apartment”
“That sucks.”
“Is it Easter bad?”
“It might be worse and I’m still so far from home, I really don’t know if I can do it, I might have to get off and just squat somewhere or piss myself trying”
“You can make it home, you got this, you’re Miss Mega Bladder! Besides if you get off now, there will probably be nowhere to go and you’ll miss the start of the game”
“Your faith in me might be misplaced, I feel like I’m going to explode”
“It’s not, you can do it, I know you can”
She put her phone away, trying to use Brian’s words as encouragement, her thoughts filled of the toilet in her apartment she had used so many times.
Some time passed, it felt like a blur, but finally they were at the stop before theirs. Sloan was gasping every few seconds now, hand still buried in her sweaty crotch, leaning forward and back rapidly, she felt like she was being suffocated by her own pee. Was this worse than Easter? It was definitely close, and she was still going to have to get off this train, walk to her apartment, make it up the elevator… fuck, no don’t even think about.
The train pulled in to their stop and Sloan got up slowly, still keeping a hand inside the hoodie so she could grab herself. She definitely could not stand up straight now, she could feel the pee hammering against her defenses, wanting nothing more than to shoot down her legs.
She hurriedly led her friends off the train and emerged in to absolute chaos on the platform. Something bad had clearly happened as there police everywhere, herding the crowd away from the front exit of the station and toward the rear exit. That wasn’t really a problem, they wanted to go out the rear exit anyway is would let them out right on the street that led to the apartment. What was a major problem was the crowd. It was absolutely insane, completely overwhelming the capacity of the station’s exit. Sloan and her friends joined the massive group of people ever so slowly making their way out of the station. Sloan was freaking out, this was not a delay she had been prepared for. She wanted to scream, to tell all these people to get out of her fucking way or she was going to piss her pants in front of all them. She had been rapidly rocking back and fourth from foot to foot, but stopped to press her legs together and stand on her tip toes so that she could see the exit on the other side of the crowd. It was so far away. Her mind flashed back to Easter when she ran in to the McDonalds, so close but so far, it once again felt like the universe really wanted to make her wet her pants.
Her mind spun as they continued to push through the crowd, her brain urging her to do anything to try and escape her current predicament but there was literally nothing she could but dance around and continue to massage her frantic pussy under her hoodie. She was completely trapped, all she could do was occasionally look up at the exit as it inched closer and closer.
It only took about 5 minutes for them to get near the front of the crowd, but it was torture for Sloan, just as they were finally about to be let out on to the street, one of the police officers held them up, apparently to let a few staff members enter the station. Another delay, it pushed Sloan over the edge, she felt her bladder tremble as her worst fears were realized and a massive jet of boiling pee shot out of her. She dug her fingers in as hard as she could, she could feel the wetness in her panties through her leggings. She knew the tight gray fabric would show even the tiniest leak but luckily she was mostly covered by the hoodie. She bent over as hard as she could, applying so much pressure with her hand that she thought she might hurt herself, but she managed to get things under control, just as the officers stepped aside and allowed them out on to the street.
Sloan didn’t even stop to wait for her friends, she immediately began hobbling down the street, Julia quickly caught up to her. “Jesus Sloan, are you okay? She asked, giggling a bit at how Sloan was walking. Sloan made eye contact with her friend and watched the smile vanish from her face as she realized the absolute agony she was in. She felt Julia’s hand touch her back “It’s okay, we’re almost there, just a few more minutes”
Hobbling along as fast as she could, Sloan was looking around wildly for anywhere she could pee, a portable toilet, a coffee shop, a dark alley, anything, but there were people absolutely everywhere, lines just to get in to anything. Finally they reached the apartment building, and as Sloan stopped to open the door to the main lobby, she leaked again, she could feel it starting to dribble down her inner thighs toward her knees. Oh God, she had basically peed her pants, and if she let any more out it might run down to her knees and be visible to everyone. Whatever, she didn’t care, she just needed a toilet.
She hobbled straight to the elevator and pushed the call button, before immediately breaking in to a shameless pee dance, pacing back in and fourth in the lobby until she finally heard the ding of an arriving elevator. Everyone rushed in, Sloan now noticed that Lynne was also bent over, her jeans obviously unbuttoned, she even caught Dave give his crotch a quick knead with his hand, but he pulled it away as soon he noticed her looking.
Of course, her stupid apartment only had one bathroom. There had been many times that Sloan, her roommates, and their friends had arrived back bursting to pee, and Sloan always let everyone else go first, today she would need call in that goodwill, she really could not wait a second longer.
“When we get there, I absolutely have to go first” she said, giving Lynne an apologetic look.
“You can have the toilet, I’ll take the tub, I’m at a full scale emergency.”
“I’ll go last” Emma chimed in “I have to go pretty bad but I can wait and I need to, well…. I’ll go last”
Another ding, the elevator opened and Sloan rushed out in to the hallway, keys in hand.
“Sloan we weren’t supposed to tell you this” Julia started as they approached the apartment “but we organized a bit of a surprise party for you…”
“… W-What?!” Sloan stammered, processing what she had just heard as she inserted the key in to the lock and threw the door open
“SURPRISE”
Of course, coming home having pissed her pants, and all her friends, and Brian, standing there waiting for her in her kitchen, she’d have to deal with this later. Thank God Julia had said something or she would have wet herself as soon as she opened the door.
“Sorry, bathroom” she gasped, pushing immediately through the crowd that was trying to surround her. She ran through the kitchen, through the living room, in to the back hallway of the apartment where the bedrooms and bathroom were located. She stumbled down the hall, there it was, the bath-
Oh, No, nononnonononono
The door was closed, the light was on, and as Sloan approached she could hear the vent fan running, someone was in there, she threw herself against the door, locked. Her bladder had had enough. A massive surge erupted from her, shooting straight through her leggings and out from under Brian’s hoodie and splattering on to the floor.
“I need you to open this now PLEAAAASEEEE” she cried, banging on the door, she took a gasping breath, tears streaming down her face, and then another surge came, once again blasting through her pants and on to the floor.
“Out on to the balcony!” Lynne gasped, ushering her friend through the sliding glass door that sat behind her out on to the apartments small balcony. The second she was outside, Sloan lost it completely, her exhausted body had no fight left, and Sloan dropped to her knees and she felt the gallons of boiling piss she had been lugging around all day pump itself out in to her sexy tight gray leggings. The sound was incredible, as she gushed and gushed on the balcony, until the entire platform was covered in liquid and it began running off the edges.
“Baby are you… oh wow” she looked up to see Brian standing in the doorway, Lynne standing behind him with her hand buried in her crotch. Her pee still pumping out of her with no end in sight. She dropped her head back in to her hand and sobbed in to it until she was finished, then in total exhaustion she collapsed on her butt, splashing in to the massive puddle she had just created. Brian stepped out on to the balcony with her, the liquid from her catastrophic accident pooling around his shoes. Behind him she saw the bathroom door finally open and Lynne and Dave dash in.
He crouched down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. It’s okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.
Brian helped Sloan take her boots off, completely water logged with pee, she’d probably have to throw them out, her light gray leggings were turned to such a solid dark shade you wouldn’t even be able to tell what their original color was. They stepped back inside and he quickly ushered her to her bedroom before anyone else could see what had happened. There he helped her undress, peeling off her soaked leggings, and then panties, even his hoodie had gotten a decent amount of her pee on it.
He peeked down the hall, it seemed that Emma was in the shower, so they’d have to wait for it to be free. Sloan was still crying “I’m sorry you had to see that” she sobbed “I can’t believe that just happened… I feel like such a failure”
“Shhhh” he comforted her “It’s totally okay, you’re okay now, I can’t believe you were holding all that in, I can’t even imagine what that must have felt like…”
“So much for my strong bladder… you must be so disgusted with me right now.”
“….. actually, this is really weird but… I’m actually oddly extremely turned on right now”
“Just wait right here, I’m going to fix everything”
Brian disappeared from the room, leaving Sloan alone, still trying to catch her breath and process what happened. He returned a few moments later
“Okay, I talked to Lynne and Dave, they aren’t going to say anything. I also talked to Emma, she just got out of the shower, she’s not going to say anything either. Put your clothes in this plastic bag and tie it up, we’ll take care of that later once everyone leaves, Lynne is making sure no one is going to come in to the hallway so you can go take a shower and then join us, if anyone asks, just say it was a long morning and you were really sweaty, that’s what Emma’s going with. Also, I cleaned up the mess in the hall and locked the balcony door so that one goes out there. I think it’s going to rain later tonight so that should clear it up”
Brian led Sloan down the hallway to the bathroom, handed her a towel, and gave her a quick hug.
“Thank you” she whispered in his ear.
“Of course baby, get cleaned up and come hang out and watch the game with us… and hey,” he leaned in close again “you’re still Miss Mega Bladder to me.” |
**Hey everyone this is my first fiction post, requested by Grenn34 here on the site, feel free to DM me requests anytime and let me know if there are any ways I can improve my writing, hope you enjoy the story**
Dorothea has a reputation at the Officer’s Academy, she may have grown up a commoner, but everyone knew her as graceful, determined, and even above that, beautiful. Having been a star for the Mittelfrank Opera made her aware of how she carries herself, and having spent so much time in the spotlight she developed habits that kept her from slipping off of the pedestal that people put her on. Which is why it was so strange for her to be late for class. Professor Byleth paid it no mind, not much would keep her from following her lesson plan for the day, however the other Black Eagles noticed right away that something was wrong. While Byleth instructed them on proper form in battle a few of them chose to discuss the strange occurrence.
“This is not being like Dorothea’s usual self” Petra comments, “Perhaps she is feeling underweathered”
Hubert gives a small chuckle, “It truly is unlike her, hopefully she hasn’t been involved in some sort of… grim accident”
Bernadetta shivers at Hubert’s comment, “Oh goddess! Hubert, did you poison Dorothea?! That’s it isn’t it?! And now that I know I’m going to be next! I don’t want to die!”
Because of Bernadetta’s sudden outburst Byleth stops the lesson and all the students stop talking and face Byleth.
“Bernadetta, is something the matter?” Byleth inquires
“N-n-n-no Professor, it’s nothing at all, sorry for interrupting” Bernadetta stammers while giving constant glances over at Hubert. Byleth shrugs and continues the lesson.
“Don’t be crazy Bernadetta, why would Hubert poison Dorothea?” Caspar interjects
“Well I’m sure Hubert could find a reason, I can’t see how it would help Edelgard though, So I doubt he killed her” Linhardt stated
After a few moments of silence, aside from Byleth’s teaching, the door to the classroom opens and in walks Dorothea, looking slightly flustered but otherwise no different from her usual self, the students murmur to each other a bit and Byleth addresses Dorothea
“Welcome to class Dorothea, I’ll keep you for a few minutes after class to go over what you missed” Byleth states calmly
“Thanks Professor, sorry for being late”
Dorothea sat down and shifted around in her seat and thought about how her morning had started.
--Earlier--
Dorothea had gone to sleep at the same time she usually did, but while her average nights of sleep went by uneventfully, tonight she had one of her rare dreams, and tonight was not a fun dream. Her dream began with her on stage as she had been so many times before, except this time the audience was empty, she still performed with her usual enthusiastic delivery, and when the scene ended she expected to hear cheers and whistles, but this time they were replaced with laughter. Laughter wasn’t the response she wanted, it embarrassed her and tore away at her heart, they weren’t taking her seriously, she was a joke to them. She couldn’t stand it, she stared out at the sea of empty seats, the air filled with laughter, and only once the curtain falls and the laughter fades does she finally wake up sad, but relieved to be awake.
Dorothea gets out of bed and as she walks to her bathroom she notices a change, normally she woke with the sun still rising, but it was much brighter outside. She poked her head out and realized that she had overslept! As panicked as she was at this realization she knew she still had a reputation to uphold, she made sure to get ready properly so that her hair, makeup, and uniform all looked as good as ever. She did however forgo her usual morning bathroom break to save time and make it to class.
She decided not to run, as not to ruin all of her morning preparations, but she did walk a lot faster than normal. Luckily all of her fellow students were in class, and none of the usual Garreg Mach staff paid her any mind. She arrived at the Black Eagles classroom, which now of all times it was noticeable that it was the farthest class from the dorms. She took a moment to compose herself outside the door before slowly and as quietly as possible opening the door. Of course that was just a courtesy as everyone in the classroom noticed her come in, she felt awkward with everyone watching her, but she made it to her seat, and with Byleth offering to cover what she missed after class, she was ready to go about her day.
The first class of the day always felt the longest, it was always the class where they discussed theory. Normally Dorothea would be planning out her daily routine and thinking about potential bachelors for her to talk to, however today there was only one thing on her mind. At first it was nothing, but about halfway through class Dorothea felt a shiver go all throughout her body, she knew exactly what it meant. She knew that skipping her morning pee would cause her discomfort, but she was now facing the consequences of her actions. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, but it kept creeping back in. She crossed her legs to try to help ease the pressure a bit, it helped a little bit, but she ended up bouncing in her seat all through the class.
She tried to listen to the professor but the only strategies that stuck in her mind were her strategy for how to find her way to a bathroom during the lunch break without drawing too much attention. She thought that as soon as the bell went she would slip out of class and get to the bathroom before anyone could notice, but then she remembered that she’d have to wait until after Byleth went over the points that she missed in class, that thought only made the pressure in her bladder feel that much worse. She’d have to use the washroom while the others were in the mess hall and hope she’d have time afterwards to have a full balanced meal, she couldn’t let one bad night throw off her entire diet.
Finally class ended and the students started packing up their things, Dorothea packed her bag and walked over to Byleth’s desk, as the class started to clear out Byleth finally spoke.
“Is everything alright Dorothea? It’s not like you to be late, I hope you got a full night’s sleep”
“Don’t worry Professor, I got lots of sleep, just had a nightmare that made me oversleep”
“Alright, well then let's go over the proper form for different weapons…” Byleth went on for about ten minutes about what positions to take with different weapons and provided demonstrations, Dorothea was just glad she was allowed to stay seated so she could hold her crotch to keep the pressure down. “Alright Dorothea, do you think you understand?”
“Yes professor, thanks for staying to go over it with me, I won’t be late again, I promise” Dorothea stood and went to leave.
“Hang on Dorothea,” Byleth said with no hint as to what she wanted, Dorothea froze for a second. “It’s lunch time, would you like to accompany me to the mess hall and eat together?”
Dorothea hadn’t even thought of this happening, she wasn’t prepared. She needed to go to the bathroom, but she’d hate to disappoint the professor. She could always go on her way to the next class. “I would love to, Professor”
Byleth led the way to the mess hall, Dorothea could usually keep up with the professor’s walking pace but today she had to go a bit slower to keep from outwardly showing her desperation. To any onlookers she seemed no different than any other day. Dorothea did notice that with her slower pace she got to watch the professor as she walked. The professor was stunning, even to someone like Dorothea, and she carried herself as if she hadn’t a fear in the world, it was a confidence that not even Dorothea could replicate. She looked up to the professor even if they were so different. Dorothea a deeply passionate and creative girl, and Byleth a cold and logical woman. A part of her always wanted to be the one to break through that outer layer to see what kind of emotion lies beneath.
While Dorothea was watching and thinking about the professor she had almost missed the professor inviting someone else to join them. Byleth always liked to sit with two of her students, but why did it have to be him, today of all days.
“I would be honored to dine with the two of you, it would be unbecoming of a noble to refuse such a kind offer from such graceful Ladies.” Ferdinand said in his usual tone of nobility.
“Easy there Ferdie, if you keep talking like that I may have to show you how graceful Ragnarok is”
“There’s no need for the usual games, Dorothea, after all it would be rude for us to fight when the Professor has so kindly offered to have lunch with us.” Ferdinand responded
Byleth gave the two of them a blank look, and Dorothea sighed before smiling back at Byleth, and with that they got their food and sat down. Byleth and Ferdinand talked with each other a lot over lunch, but Dorothea was focused on her food and her desperate urge to use the bathroom. She originally planned to excuse herself as soon as she finished her food, but with Ferdinand she knew that he would comment on her leaving early which could easily cause a scene. She had to just sit by and wait until all three of them had finished eating. Because Dorothea wasn’t talking much she finished her food rather quickly, Byleth noticed and commented, “Dorothea don’t forget to drink your water, we’re doing training exercises after lunch, you have to stay hydrated.”
“Don’t worry professor, I always make sure to stay hydrated,”
“Well allow me to grab us all another glass of water, That way we’ll all be able to give even more effort during our training today!” Ferdinand said, and before Dorothea could argue he had already grabbed their cups and walked away. Dorothea instinctively sighed in frustration and held her hand into her crotch as her pain became worse, and her bladder began to swell even more
“Are you sure everything is alright? You seem to be very uncomfortable” Byleth mentioned
Dorothea suddenly realized how she must look right now, and she began to straighten herself out “I’m doing alright, let’s just say that nightmare is still getting to me”
“Well if it happens again there are medicinal herbs you could try that would help you sleep better” Byleth offered
“Sleep? I was talking about Ferdinand” Dorothea said with as real a laugh as she could muster
After a few more moments Ferdinand returns with the glasses of water and places them all down on the table. He goes to speak but Byleth stops him. “Ferdinand, would you be able to pick me up some tea leaves from the shop? I’m running low and I can’t make it into town because I have to set up the training ground for class, I’m sure someone with your refined tastes can pick out some good tea”
Ferdinand looks surprised for a moment before giving a determined smile, “Of course professor, you can count on me, I pride myself on my knowledge and taste for Tea, I’ll have those tea leaves to you before class starts” Ferdinand hurries off to the shops and Dorothea lets out a sigh of relief “Thanks Professor, I don’t know how long I’d have made it with him around”
“You’rew welcome, though the two of you should try to get along, you will be fighting alongside each other a lot, it’s always better to fight beside a friend.” Byleth lectured
“I know, he just annoys me so much.”
“Well start by accepting some acts of kindness from him, he may be annoying, but a glass of water is a kind gesture otherwise”
Dorothea cringes from the implication, she looks at the glass of water and her thighs clench together instinctively. She sighs and grabs the glass before drinking the whole thing. She was starting to wear thin, it no longer mattered if people saw her go into the bathroom as long as she could get to one.
“Would you care to walk with me to the training grounds?” Dorothea barely registered the question at first before realizing that this could be just what she needed. The training grounds have their own bathroom, and if she went with Byleth there would be enough time for her to go before anyone showed up for class.
“I would love to Professor”
She nearly forgot how badly she had to pee for a moment as she followed Byleth through the mess hall into the entrance hall. She was concerned about taking a longer route to get there but she didn’t want to draw attention to her desperation.
“Greetings professor!”
With those two words Dorothea felt like her heart had sunk right into her bladder, she felt herself pee just a little bit, barely enough to dampen her panties, but she knew she didn’t have long. After a rather lengthy report from Byleth’s favorite gatekeeper regarding a man claiming that Anna was some kind of god, Byleth said goodbye and they were headed back to the training grounds. Dorothea walked with her thighs clenched as tightly as possible while still looking mostly dignified. They arrived at the training grounds and much to her dismay, Dorothea saw half the class had already gathered there, Bernadetta rushed over to her as Byleth continued on to set up for training.
“D-Dorothea I uh, need to ask a f-favor of you” Bernadetta stammered
“What is it Bern, I’m not really sure if..”
“WILL YOU BE MY SPARRING PARTNER? P-p-please?”
Dorothea thought for a minute, once again it seemed like she wouldn’t get to use the bathroom, but Bernadetta was terrible in a straight fight, meaning that if she sparred with her, she could take it easy and not worry as much about her bladder. “Of course Bern, I’d love to spar with you!”
“Thank you so much Dorothea, the others take it so seriously you’re the only one that understands that sparring doesn’t have to be so crazy!” Bernadetta celebrated
Dorothea leaned up against a wall until it was time to train, trying to keep her bouncing as minimal as possible until it was finally time to spar with Bernadetta. The two of them fought slowly, trying to keep with the fundamentals that Byleth had taught them, Dorothea was managing to hold very well. She moved to parry Bernadetta’s next swing but with how tense she was she hit the sword harder than planned and when the clash of metal rang out Bernadetta panicked, she knocked away Dorothea’s sword and hit her in the stomach with the side of her training blade. The hit itself didn’t hurt, Bernie wasn’t that strong, but she had hit her right in the bulge from her bladder, and in that moment a stream of pee escaped her body, she barely managed to stop it after about two seconds, she glanced around and it seemed like no one noticed her pee, she had never been so glad to wear a skirt.
“Excellent disarm Bernadetta, alright everyone that’s enough for today!” Byleth’s voice called out. Dorothea wasn’t sure if Byleth had seen what happened, but Dorothea knew that she could now get back to her own bathroom, away from the others. Dorothea left as quickly as she could, if she could run without wetting herself she would, but all she could manage was a brisk walk with her thighs clenched together. She got a few weird looks on her way back but she knew that it was either a few weird looks, or everyone talking about how she wet herself for the rest of the year.
She made it back to her room when she heard a voice from behind her.
“Dorothea! A moment?” Edelgard called to her
“Can it wait, Edie? I really have to…”
Dorothea turns to go inside but stops when she hears Edelgard continue
“No Dorothea, it can’t! I don’t know why but you’ve been acting strangely all day, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed”
“Well everyone has their off days Edie… now can I please…”
Edelgard cuts her off and she instinctively crosses her legs to try to relieve the pressure that is threatening to burst out of her
“I believe that you carry a lot more power than you know, you may not be of a noble house, but you manage to succeed, and thrive despite that, and people take notice of that dedication”
“I think you put more weight into my position than…”
Dorothea starts bouncing impatiently as sweat starts to trickle down her face
“In a perfect world it would be people like you that get to run society, not people born with a good crest, but the people that can work there way up and outpace those with natural advantages”
“Well thank you Edie, but…”
She shuts her eyes knowing Edelgard isn’t finished and focuses on anything other than her nearly exploding bladder
“So today had me worried that you were slipping, I’d hate to see someone with such dedication come so far just to fall right back down”
She no longer cares how obvious she is and she holds her hand over her crotch to hold her pee in as best she can
“I really just need a minute”
Edelgard seemingly oblivious of Dorothea’s words or actions continues on
“You’ve always helped to give the Black Eagles a good name, and I’d hate to see that get washed away, so if there’s ever anything I can do to help you stay at your normal state, all you need do is ask”
Finally fed up with Edelgard’s monologue, she stomps her foot as hard as hse can, nearly releasing her bladder in the process and yells “You could shut up for one minute and let me use the bathroom, or else you’ll watch that good name get washed away in front of you, Edelgard!”
Edelgard finally brought into the real conversation Dorothea was having with her gasps at the sudden outburst and starts to blush. “Oh I, uh, well don’t let me stop you any longer”
Dorothea has already gone inside and slams the door behind her, she aggressively undoes her skirt and throws it to the floor as she runs to her bathroom, unable to hold it any longer she yanks her panties down and drops her butt onto the toilet as the floodgates open and a stream of urine shoots into the bowl beneath her, she can’t help but lean back as she releases the pressure that had been building all day, she lets out a loud moan of satisfaction as the weight begins to leave her body. Her body trembles and her mind enters a state of euphoria, the only sounds to be heard are her moans and the sound of her emptying her bladder. The stream shows no signs of stopping as she starts to pant from the intensity of her desperation, she doesn’t even think about how loud she’s being, she just lets her instincts take over and enjoy being free and safely at home with her reputation at least mostly intact. Her mind starts to return from it’s high and she sits up, still peeing at a constant rate. She looks down at her panties resting around her ankles and sees the dark spot that formed during training and she begins to worry. What if someone saw? maybe her skirt got wet too, will people talk? Is Edelgard still outside? If she is, can she hear? As she starts worrying her pee starts slowing and coming out in spurts and her anxiety starts to spread. She finally stops peeing and light soreness replaces the weight that was in her bladder. She takes a few heavy breathes, still a bit shaken by how desperate she was. She lets out a sigh, and finally stands back up, realizing that her legs have gone numb she steadies herself and flushes her toilet. Beginning to leave her bathroom, she kicks her panties off for her to clean later, she returns to the door and opens it enough to poke her head out and keep her body hidden. She sees Edelgard standing there still, blushing and clearly flustered.
“Sorry about that Edie, don’t worry too much about me, just had a tough day, but I’ve made it to the other side, I promise I won’t be late again. Oh, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us”
Edelgard brushes her skirt down before recomposing herself finally “Of course Dorothea, why would I need to tell anyone about a normal conversation between classmates?”
“Thanks Edie, oh and if there’s ever a next time, you don’t have to wait around, wouldn’t want anyone thinking the future empress was a pervert!”
Dorothea closes the door again seeing Edelgard’s face react with embarrassment and anger
“Now see here…!”
Dorothea ignores her and returns to bed, she always enjoyed teasing Edelgard, for someone as composed as her she is easily flustered when things get personal. She lets out another sigh and brushes her hands down her body, remembering that she is half naked, she decides to wind down for the night and removes the rest of her clothes. As her adrenaline from the day starts to wear off she notices her breathing is still a little heavy and she instinctively rubs her legs together, noticing that she’s a different kind of wet. She can’t think of when that happened, but thinking through her day started getting her excited. This was definitely something she’d have to explore, as for tonight she would have to deal with her building excitement, and hopefully do so quieter than her relief. After about an hour of exploring her thoughts and body she falls asleep and begins yet another dream…
To be Continued! |
Chapter Two - Socialising
Half way through her smoke, a distant sound of people laughing, and chatting away was heard. Radha stubbed the cigarette, and exhaled the last drag quickly. Her heartbeat increased, as the collective noise got closer. “Just leave, you don’t have to do this!” Was the thought dominating Radha’s mind. Before she could act on it, a slightly older woman, walking beside two other well dressed men appeared, and waved at Radha. Automatically, her hand raised as she waved back. “You should have stayed until the closing prayer. Trust me, we don’t bite” said the older woman, playfully. “Hi, I am Anu, and this is Raghu and Ram”.
Anu was the older woman, in her early 40s, dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and slip ons. She had black curly hair, a fair complexion, glowing skin, and great assets. Raghu seemed a lot younger. A man in his late 20s, dressed in formals, who looked like a person making a meeting right after work. Ram on the other hand was older than Anu. At the very first glance, one could say that his presence was slightly intimidating. 6’2 height, branded business formals, neat shoes and well maintained body.
Radha smiled and introduced herself. These people strangely felt very welcoming. This was the first time she was meeting them, and how could they be so friendly. Something is definitely off, thought her mind. “Wanna grab a quick coffee with us? There’s this place we frequent down the road. A nice cafe” said Anu, inviting Radha.
“Sure, I’d be happy to” responded the woman, and Ram said “Sorry guys, need to head home. Wife’s birthday, have to be a part of it”. Anu and Raghu hugged him, and he reached his hand out to Radha, before leaving. “Keep coming back, it works” were his parting words to the newcomer, to which Radha said “I will!”.
“So, how’s your day been?” Asked Anu, walking beside Radha. It was 08:00 PM in Bangalore (A city in India, look it up. A fun place to live). Cars, bikes and trucks lined up, resulting in the usual rush hour traffic. “Quite uneventful. I have taken a break from work for a few months, so I have nothing but time to kill” said Radha, summing her day up in one sentence. The need to pee was intensifying, as desperation now came in waves. Radha mentally had planned on driving back home desperate, maybe stop by a MC D drive thru, and leak some pee into her pantie while waiting for her food. But now, things seem different. Here she was, walking beside two people who she'd just met. “Make the best use of it, sometimes uneventful is a good thing” responded Anu warmly. “I remember how difficult my early days were. My mind was all over the place, but it eventually settles. I can assure you that” she added. Radha could feel this instant connection. As in, very weirdly, Anu could understand exactly what she was going through. Being an introvert by nature, Radha didn’t express much at the moment. “Thanks” was all she could muster up to convey.
Raghu was busy sending out a few e-mails on his phone. Very recently, the young man had gotten himself a job at a financial firm. Given the fact that he too was a recovering alcoholic, his obsession and compulsion was centered around work. The need to seek approval from his new boss had led him down a path where he assumed that being available all the time was the right thing to do.
On the corner of the street was a small cafe. Simple decor, well lit environment and less crowd. Anu took the lead, and walked to a table. The waiters greeted the woman, and Raghu. It was clear to Radha that they were regulars here.
“Mere ko na, ek strong black coffee” (I’ll have a strong black coffee) said Anu to the waiter. “Mujhe ek watermelon juice” (I’ll take a watermelon juice), said Raghu and then Radha said “Coffee…”. The waiter took the order, and left their table before serving the three cold water. Radha was crossing her legs real tight. One good thing for her was the sign board which read “Toilet”. Just one coffee, after that I may still be able to execute the plan, she thought and held onto her need.
“What plans for the night?” Asked Anu. Usually, AA came with a hint of toxicity. A few members who’d been in the fellowship for a few years, wore their sobriety like a badge of honour. Power tripping their way through newcomers, ambushing them after the first meeting, and hitting them with the program like a ton of bricks. But when it came to Anu, she was one among the few who would suggest or give a piece of her experience only when asked. She had 10 years of clean time, and was doing pretty good for herself as an entrepreneur.
“Nothing much really… was thinking about grabbing some food and heading home. Probably watch a movie or something and pass out” responded Radha. “Pass out huh? Old usage of words die hard” commented Raghu, in a funny manner. The three of them laughed and the beverages arrived.
Half way through her coffee, Radha could feel her need to pee skirt the danger level. Now, she had two choices, one was to excuse herself and use the washroom. Two, was to hold on, until she was done with her coffee. Then pay the bill, and walk to her car to execute her plan. “What if I just let some out here” a thought crossed her mind. “I am wearing a black saree, a little wouldn’t show for sure” was the next thought which followed. All of this was happening while she was a part of this conversation involving early recovery.
The excitement of doing something this lewd encompassed Radha. “I can so relate about food! I have no idea why I’ve been eating so heavily lately. I just can’t seem to… you know…” she paused and felt warm between her legs “Understand why this is happening!” She said and smiled. Right there in front of two people, Radha had secretly leaked some pee into her pantie. Mentally she started to imagine how big the spot would be on her bright pink knicker. Her nipples grew hard behind the matching bra, as she quickly finished her coffee.
Radha suddenly felt anxious. Negative thoughts flooded in, as she wondered why on earth would she do something like this. Here she was, meeting people who were ready to help and support her, and all she could think of was leaking pee into her panties. “I am kind of getting late. I’ll see you guys tomorrow” said Radha. “Yep, we were leaving too” responded Anu, and called for the check. After the bill was paid, the three parted ways, after a warm hug.
While Radha walked back to the car, she calmed down a bit. The cool air helped in making her feel better. For the past few days, she was having these sudden anxiety attacks. She knew that they were short term withdrawals. Now in the silence that lingered inside the car, she took a few deep breaths, and looked at her lap. A beautiful saree appeared covering every inch of her skin. The lust took over again. She bit her lips softly and eased her bladder. Despite the fact that she needed to pee, she couldn’t. Somehow her muscles could not let go. Smiling to herself, Radha started the vehicle and drove out of the parking lot.
To be continued… |
Good evening all!! Here with another fiction for y’all, once again based on a true story! Fun fact: this girl actually also has a piss kink, and is one of maybe three people in my life that knows about mine. In this story, we were in Bermuda for a cruise, and both she and my other female friend who was on the trip really had to pee on the hour long ride back to the cruise ship from our snorkeling excursion. It was a very close call for both of my friends, but I chose to focus on the one with the piss kink, because she had pissed in the ocean right next to me not even 30 minutes prior (I can tell that story in Omo experiences soon if you’d like!). Really the only fictional thing about this story are the names, which are changed, including mine, Kimmy’s exaggerated desperation (she did not leak, but I thought I should add it for your amusement lol) and Mia’s desperate thoughts, which I of course exaggerate for drama’s sake 😋 Everything else is all real! Enjoy!!!
Mia sat in the sweltering tour van, squished between her best friend Kimmy, and her good guy friend/vague crush Aiden. Mia wore a light pink string bikini top with white short shorts covering her pink bikini bottom. She was skinny and pale, with dark red hair, small perky breasts and petite, but still round, ass. Kimmy had a similar look, with a blue string bikini and pink shorts. She was a little chubby, with dirty blonde hair, a set of thick thighs and a plump ass, although her breasts were still relatively small.
Mia finished the last of her water bottle, leg bouncing in suppressed desperation. She, Aiden and Kimmy had come to Bermuda on a two week cruise around the Carribean. They had just finished a day long excursion across the islands, exploring the humid cliff side caves and woods, and snorkeling in the shallow, pink sand beaches. It had been amazing, except for one little annoyance: no facilities.
Their tour group was offered a chance to relieve themselves in the woods before the excursion into the first cave, being warned that it would be their only chance during the day. Both Mia and Kimmy, being too prideful, declined. Kimmy had not peed all day. Mia did partially relieve herself in the ocean while the group was snorkeling, having Aiden stand guard for her while she did so. However, another snorkeler swimming by made it impossible for her to finish her greatly needed pee, despite Aiden and a rock working together to obscure her completely. She had decided she could hold the rest until they got back to the cruise ship. Now though, given the amount of water she’d added to her already swollen bladder, as well as the 45 minute drive she still had to endure, she was deeply regretting her decision.
Mia tried to work herself into a position that was more comfortable for her bladder, but there wasn’t nearly enough space. In fact, her squirming seemed to have brought Aiden’s attention to her situation. “You alright?” He asked. “You look restless.”
Shit. Mia thought. She would have readily admitted her need to Aiden, had it not been for Eric. Eric was a frat boy in their tour group that had tagged along with the three to flirt with Mia and Kimmy. Mia didn’t exactly dislike him, but there was something about him that creeped her out. He was sitting in the row in front of them, and she did NOT want him knowing that she needed to pee. She opted for subtlety. “So, I kinda gotta pee. But please don’t tell Eric. He kinda creeps me out.” Mia admitted. “Okay sure. But didn’t you just go?” Aiden inquired. Mia blushed a bit as she answered. “I tried. But I couldn’t finish when that dude swam by.” Aiden smiled sympathetically “Damn. Well, can you hold it til we get back to the ship?” Mia’s resolve was shaky, but she didn’t want to wet herself in front of her friends. “Yeah, I hope so.”
Mia tried to distract herself with the beautiful views of Bermuda, and it worked well for a bit. Then a surge of desperation came over her, forcing Mia to cross her legs tight and bite her lip. She checked the time on her phone. Still 30 minutes to the ship. Really?? Come on, hurry up! I really have to go! Mia glanced over to Kimmy, whose knee was bouncing rapidly. “You have to go too?” Mia asked. “Yup. Really bad.” Kimmy responded curtly. She was clearly in bad shape, maybe even worse than Mia. Damn… Has she been holding all day? Mia thought, incredulous. All her thoughts of Kimmy’s desperation sent another spasm through her bladder, causing Mia to squeeze both thighs with her hands, though she thankfully saved herself from grabbing her crotch in front of strangers. Please hurry! Gotta pee soon! She begged the van driver silently.
As the tour van neared the port, it passed over quite a few bridges, giving Mia glimpses of the water she so desperately wanted to rid herself of. Unintentionally, she started thinking of the warmth of the ocean they were just in, and the three or four seconds of relief she felt when she peed. Feeling teased, Mia’s peehole released a quick, hissing spurt, which jetted into her bikini bottoms. She smashed her thighs together and grabbed the underside of her seat, letting out an involuntary gasp while doing so. Ah! Shit! Fuck, I have to gooooo! She whined to herself. Checking her shorts, Mia already saw a wet spot. It was only the size of a nickel, but it was there. She silently cursed herself for wearing white shorts. Oh fuck… can’t leak again… I have to go so bad. Mia moaned internally.
Aiden looked at Mia guiltily, especially considering that he was quite turned by the whole ordeal. Looking next at Kimmy, he felt more guilty and more turned on. A wet spot was clearly visible on Kimmy’s pink shorts, covering nearly the whole crotch area. With one hand she rubbed her left thigh. With the other, she gripped her phone with white knuckles, probably checking the time every 30 seconds. Her right leg was bouncing so rapidly, it looked as though it was vibrating. Aiden caught Kimmy hiss under her breath “Oh god… really gotta fucking piss!”
Being driven insane by guilt and libido, Aiden casually pulled the flannel out of his backpack he had brought in case of rain. He leaned over and handed Kimmy the flannel, whispering so he wouldn’t embarrass her. “You look cold.” He said with a small smile and a wink. Kimmy looked at him gratefully and pulled the shirt into her lap. One problem partially solved.
Mia’s problem was just beginning. Her thoughts were becoming frantic as she felt her pussy start to throb. She checked her phone again. 5 more minutes. Come on come on come oooonnnnn! I’ve never had to pee so bad! Aiden returned his attention to her. “You gonna make it?” He asked, concerned. “I really don’t know” Mia admitted. Aiden rubbed her back. “Still got another shirt here, just in case.” He joked. Mia, despite her embarrassment and desperation, started to feel a little horny herself. She knew about Aiden’s piss kink, and he knew about hers through a late night talk they had back in high school. I wonder if this turns him on? She thought.
The van finally pulled up to the port pier, with both Mia and Kimmy now bouncing in their seats for relief. As the tour group disembarked, Eric tried to reacquire the girls’ attention. Kimmy completely ignored him, speed walking towards the boarding ramp of the ship, forgetting that Aiden held the only key to their ship cabin. Mia, who was prevented from moving so fast, had Eric catch up to her. “Hey Mia! Would you wanna party on top deck tonight with me?” He asked hopefully. “Um… maybe. I’ll let ya know.” Mia responded absentmindedly. Aiden, not wanting to jump in Mia’s business, tried to let the interaction play out. Hearing the ocean water rush behind her and feeling the toilet so close, Mia felt two more hot spurts of piss burst out of her, with a drop definitely trickling down her leg. She crossed her legs in front of her, covering her wet spot, and clenched her fists, hoping that would be enough for Eric. “Oh, well then can I get your number for later?” He asked. Holy fuck… Just go away! Gotta pee gotta pee! I can’t hold iiiiitttt! Almost as if on cue, Aiden stepped in, seeing Mia’s distress. “Hey man. How ‘bout she meets you at the bar on deck 5 in an hour? She’s really gotta call her mom about something.” Aiden said firmly. “Oh… sure! See ya later?” But Aiden was dashing Mia away before Eric could finish.
The line to get back on the ship was not long, but Mia didn’t have long either. Her shame had almost fully disappeared. She danced from foot to foot, jiggled rapidly, and gave her crotch quick squeezes with every wave of desperation. “I have to pee so fucking baaaad” Mia hissed. She didn’t know if she was saying it to herself or Aiden, but she needed the bathroom 30 minutes ago. “Almost there, just a bit more.” Aiden tried to reassure her.
As they got through security, they both full-on sprinted to their cabin. As they rounded the corner to their hallway, Aiden caught a glimpse of Kimmy, and sped up. She was pee dancing like mad, grabbing her crotch and twisting her big thighs around each other. The wet spot on her pink shorts was bigger. Suddenly, as the other two reached the door, Kimmy spurted again, her urine splashing on the carpeted floor. She moaned. “Ah! Fuck! I’m gonna piss myself! God, I gotta gooooo!”
Aiden inserted the key card, and Kimmy and Mia nearly fell into the cabin. Mia knew Kimmy had to go first, or she’d completely wet herself. Kimmy burst through the bathroom door, ripped her pants and bikini bottom down, and released a torrent of pee. Just hearing it made Mia spray into her shorts once again. “One more minute… gotta pee… mmmmm” She whispered. She danced frantically, hands now desperately clutching her crotch.
After nearly a minute of pissing, Kimmy slid out of the bathroom with soaked bottoms, Mia desperately pushing passed her. Her piss was spraying out of her the second her pussy didn’t have clothing in front of it. Her release was completely orgasmic, almost feeling like a burst dam. She went for almost two minutes straight, pee splattering against the toilet bowl with surprising force. After her monumental relief, she inspected the damage. The crotch of her shorts was soaked, as was her bikini bottoms, though not as bad as Kimmy’s. The legs and most of the ass were thankfully dry.
Both girls went to throw their shorts and bikini’s into the shower, as they had no washer to use. Mia and Kimmy were both embarrassed and relieved beyond words.
Aiden checked in on the girls after finding soap that they could use for their clothing. Later that night on the outside deck, Mia saw an opportunity to ask Aiden the burning question that had crossed her mind a few times during the ordeal. “So did you find that… sexy?” She asked hesitantly. “What? You having to pee?” Aiden also hesitated “…Maybe. Why?” “Well, maybe I think it’s sexy that you were watching so closely.” Mia said slyly. “Oh really?” Aiden said, chuckling. He pulled Mia in for a kiss, and she gladly obliged. Pulling back a moment, Aiden said, “Maybe we do something like this again sometime?” “We’ll see.” Mia said, smiling. She turned demurely, and walked back towards the inside of the ship, Aiden whistling behind her as she went.
To Be Continued?…. |
I started writing this months ago but then my circumstances changed and I couldn’t get on here. I recently finished it and hope to get back on here more.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy!
The day of the Queen’s funeral
I bet everyone in the U.K. knows what they were doing on Monday 19th September 2022. Me? I had much of it planned for days, though the actual day went nothing like I thought it would.
I’ll start at the beginning shall I? I’m not a huge royalist by any means. I celebrated the Jubilee and I know the basics of the family and remember a few of the weddings and stuff but this…well this is major history isn’t it? The Queen…well she’s just always been there. That’s what I tried saying to ma and pa, but they were still wary of my plans. I suppose ma has her reasons. Even I know death and funerals are major triggers for many and ma has been to too many funerals lately. There was the old neighbour Mrs Barks that ma knew well, then about a month ago her friend from her work had a tragic accident on holiday, and it’s not even been a year since her sister too. She maybe felt I was celebrating things that shouldn’t be celebrated, but it wasn’t like that. Anyway, I told her that her and pa could do whatever they wanted and I wouldn’t disturb them and that was that. I bought and made all the food and got up early to take it all down the garden to what’s now known as my ‘cave’.
My cave? Well it’s the old garage that pa and I gutted and set up as a place where I could be. Like a bedroom without a bed. A chill out pad sort of idea. It was all because I started talking about leaving home now I have a job. In all honestly with prices round here I couldn’t afford anything but in a small two bed bungalow I needed my own space. Ma did her usual grumping and moaning and nipping my head until pa, being the usual peacemaker, came up with the idea of the garage. So I sleep and eat in the house but I have space at the bottom of the garden to relax, watch what I want, hang out with friends and get my own space, but ma and pa see me every day and I basically still live at home. Hey, it works and I save a fortune so it’s all cool. I’ve got electricity, internet and heat so that’s as much as I need.
Ma and pa know my mates anyway, well the ones I’m closest to at least. Ahmed, Danny and Andy have all been in my cave loads so I figured they might all fancy watching the days events there with me. Andy was the only one to decline. His little lad was off nursery and the wife wanted him home to keep him amused, which was fair enough I guess. Then Ahmed text saying he had a friend who was keen to watch with some company so I told him to go ahead and let them come too. Why not I though.
It was starting early so by 8am there was four of us in the cave with the laptop on BBC1 live. Ahmed, Lyra (yes he brought a girl which I wasn’t expecting at all) and Danny sat on my corner coach and I sprawled on my giant beanbag amazed at what we were all watching. We watched the procession slowly moving when I suddenly realised I hadn’t even offered anyone anything to drink! I didn’t want to interrupt anything but there was so much going to be happening that I felt if I was going to make tea or coffee I’d better do it now.
I don’t have running water in my cave as it’s obviously still a garage in so many ways but I do have a coffee machine and a kettle and I’d brought out big bottles of water, milk and sugar. It was all very British of us all but we all had a mug of tea as we watched, silently sipping and listening. I glanced away from the screen to look at the bunch of people around me. Assuming Lyra was about ages with Ahmed and the others, even combining all our ages we still were nowhere near as old as the Queen! We were a right mixed up lot too. Danny with his short well groomed hair, clean crisp shirt and black tie and suit trousers, Ahmed with his torn black jeans, shiny brown knees poking through and black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, me with my darkest chinos on that are probably more navy than black because I hate black clothes and my black t-shirt that I think might actually be a pj top ma and pa got me last Christmas, then Lyra, with skin a little lighter than Ahmed’s which I could see only on her neck and arms and through her tights as she wore a calf length loose fitting Gypsy style black skirt and a white blouse with black trim. All very different but all captivated and respectful of the passing of our great Queen Elizabeth the second.
Just before the main event started I noticed the mugs were all empty so I put them on the coffee table and quickly asked if anyone wanted another cup. The guys all seemed fine but Lyra nodded as I put a plate of sandwiches and crisps near the laptop. The procession was incredible; poignant, religious, traditional, but somehow I couldn’t move away and neither could the rest of us. This really was history in the making and there was so little movement from any of us, other than Lyra sipping at her tea and the odd eye being wiped. It wasn’t until the procession finished an hour later that anyone actually ate any of the sandwiches or crisps and Lyra handed me her empty mug. She stood up from the sofa to hand me it as she looked around then quietly asked me if there was a bathroom she could use.
I felt weird talking with a funeral going on live on the laptop so I nodded and lead her out the side door and outside. It was a little drizzly and cooler outside but being out in the open I suddenly felt it was ok to speak. I made a comment about how incredible the event had been so far as we walked together down the back garden towards the main house. I put my hand on the back door handle and went to pull it down when I turned towards Lyra in shock. Weirdly, and very unusually, the door was locked. I didn’t want to say anything so instead I just casually turned and walked around the side of the bungalow with Lyra following me. My mind was working overtime but I still hadn’t made sense of it when we reached the front door only to find it locked too! Pa’s car was still there but I did realise on ringing the bell that Penny didn’t bark and only then did it occur to me that my parents might have taken the dog for a walk.
I turned to Lyra and apologised, giving her my thoughts on where my parents might be and saying I didn’t think they’d be long until they were back. She smiled and nodded and as we walked back towards the back garden she finally spoke.
“Don’t say anything to the others will you?”
“Of course not. Honestly I’m really really sorry about this. They ought to be back really soon. We can try again in ten minutes if you want?”
We had just reached the side door to the garage when she placed her hand on my shoulder catching me by surprise.
“It’s fine. Just pretend I went and everything is fine. I’ll just wait.”
I nodded as we walked quietly back inside seeing the others still glued to the proceedings. I was starting to need the bathroom myself so maybe we’d all head to the house soon before coming back for the next service later? That would work, provided I didn’t drink too much more before then.
It was now mid morning and we all sat back down watching as the first service began. So many world leaders, ex prime ministers and politicians, it was truly remarkable and amazing. Ahmed eventually caught my eye and smiled before interrupting the start of the service by saying he was just going out for a smoke. I nodded and he walked out alone. My eyes seemed to naturally drift to Lyra then as I noticed her watching Ahmed leave and shifting on the couch. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware that Ahmed was gay but I didn’t want to get involved. Danny, who’d been very subdued and quiet so far, leaned off the couch to reach the sandwiches and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Lyra shifting more as if she was thinking of leaving. It must have been at least half an hour since we’d been to the house and found it locked and I wondered if I should offer to check again or not?
I had such mixed emotions about it to be honest. I was embarrassed and felt really awkward about the fact the house was unexpectedly locked but I also felt a bit…I don’t really know..maybe excitement, that Lyra and I had this secret somehow that the others didn’t know. I knew she needed to pee but no-one else knew. It was like this secret knowledge bound us in some way and connected us and when Lyra caught me looking at her she sheepishly smiled and blushed a little. I turned away to look at Danny, the only other person in the room at that point, as he sat back down with a sandwich and continued watching my laptop.
About ten minutes or so later perhaps Ahmed came back in asking if he’d missed anything, casually grabbing some food. He hadn’t sat back down yet when he asked if I had anything else to drink other than tea. I got up and opened my mini fridge and offered him a cold can, automatically offering one to Danny and Lyra too. Ahmed then sat on the beanbag I’d been on meaning I found myself on the couch right next to Lyra, who had taken a can and was now sipping on it. Sitting beside her made me feel warm and even more connected to her and as I felt my own bladder signal to me a bit more that I could do with a bathroom trip it made me instantly wonder how Lyra felt. Had she forgotten about her need to go? Had it subsided like mine had earlier or increased since we’d returned? I couldn’t ask her, of course, especially as I’d only just met her a few hours ago, so I had to try not to think about it.
Then I felt her wriggle a bit. It was quite a sudden wriggle as she sat her can on a nearby little table and crossed her legs. Her top foot was in my eye line quite a bit now as the laptop sat on a coffee table in front of us and I couldn’t help noticing that her foot was sort of circulating which actually took my breath away a little as she had black tights on and a woman’s foot in black tights has always been a sight I have somehow really liked. Never thought had I seen a foot moving like hers. One minute it was turning like she was demonstrating every movement her ankle could make, then the toes were curling and then it was like her foot was tensing and tapping some invisible piece of furniture. Because of where her foot and leg were and where I was sitting, to everyone else, and hopefully to Lyra too, it looked like I was avidly watching what was happening in the live coverage on my laptop but my mind was most definitely elsewhere and I was hooked.
Then as suddenly as she had crossed her legs she uncrossed them and pushed her lower body back more in the sofa. I could feel every movement as our bodies touched every so slightly sitting right beside each other. I expected her to lean back onto the back of the sofa like I would to relax and let the furniture take my full weight but instead she seemed to tense her back and lean forwards with her arms on her knees. I could feel the tip of my manhood tingling more and more and some movement in my trousers. I definitely could do with emptying my bladder but I also felt enthralled by the fact I was now convinced Lyra needed to go even more than I did and that thought was compelling me to ignore my own need in favour of seeing what Lyra might do or say next. Since returning from the house she’d barely said anything and she really didn’t seem as comfortable as she was when she first came either.
None of us were talking but Danny somehow still felt the need to say loudly that we had to be silent as the coverage paused and 11:55 struck for the two minutes silence. It was the weirdest two minutes as we all sat staring at the computer or the floor deep in our own thoughts. There’s something about silence that seems to heighten every little movement isn’t there? Well it does for me and I could feel the tiniest of wriggles from beside me as Lyra sat tense upright with her head bowed looking at her own feet as I tried to think more about the Queen than the fact I could really go a piss and the beautiful lady beside me obviously needed to do the same.
The silence ended as abruptly as it had started and by the same person as Danny quite suddenly stood up, breathed out like he’d been holding his breath, smiled faintly and looked at me before announcing out of nowhere,
“Right. I was just waiting for that to happen before I excused myself. Don’t want to be disrespectful or anything but if it’s ok I’m gonna have to nip into your parents house for a minute. All that tea and cola…be back in a bit!”
I nodded as he walked out quickly and closed the side door. Ahmed must have been bemused as he chuckled to himself and commented after he’d left,
“Bet he’s glad that was just two minutes silence. I reckon he’s been dying to go for ages. No disrespect to her majesty but I’ve never seen a funeral drag out for hours like hers.”
Lyra looked at me right in the eye as I noticed her bite her lower lip anxiously. Ahmed clearly had no idea how desperate she was but her look said it all to me. With a combination of hopefulness that my parents were now back home and awkwardness both at being quite desperate myself and knowing Lyra was obviously bursting to go too I stood up and walked towards the side door. I was about to mention that I hoped my parents were back when another stern look from Lyra made me remember her earlier promise. Instead I opened the door and looked down the garden for Danny noticing that the back door to the house was still shut. I stepped out to get a slightly better view when I heard a noise and instinctively looked around the side of the garage to see the back of Danny standing against the side of the garage pissing. Not wanting to embarrass him, and assuming the house must still be locked, I looked immediately away and stood in the doorway. Glancing into the room I could see Lyra now off the couch and moving around and Ahmed lounging on the beanbag like he owned the place.
Not wanting to let either of them come out and catch Danny I remained in the doorway trying not to listen to Danny urinating but unable to block it out as I slid a hand into my pocket to fondle myself a bit as my own dick twitched more in need. If my parents didn’t return really shortly I’d have to search the garage for the spare house key because my own bladder was making me increasingly uncomfortable and a quick second glance inside told me Lyra was feeling similar as she paced the room looking flustered. I forced myself not to stare at her movements despite how entrancing they were as my thoughts were turning to things I shouldn’t be about a girl I barely knew.
My mind was definitely elsewhere when Danny suddenly appeared in front of me looking sheepish and red faced. Looking back at the house and then me he looked like he was about to say something when he then changed his mind and went back into the garage. I followed him and closed the door wondering now what to do. Had he got into the house I had planned to excuse myself to go next assuming Lyra would speak up or just tag along. But now that would be so awkward knowing Danny hadn’t got into the house and would draw attention to the fact he’d pissed at the side of the garage. Ahmed would make a huge thing of that and Danny would be mortified. The problem was my body wasn’t keen to wait much longer and I felt terrible about Lyra too.
As Danny sat back on the couch and Ahmed decided to join him there I turned away from them all to discreetly grab myself as I heard Danny talking to Lyra.
“You not wanting to sit down? Ahmed will make more room if you want?”
I hadn’t heard her speak much since we’d walked to the house and now her voice seemed so vulnerable against the male voices, so sweet and lovely and innocent.
“It’s fine. I’d rather stretch my legs for a bit. I’ve been sitting all morning so far.”
Having now got control of myself I turned around to see Lyra behind the sofa holding the top of it with one hand and leaning forward a little. I couldn’t see her other hand but suddenly I wondered if she too was doing what I had just had to do secretly. Was she that desperate now? After a minute or so she moved again pacing a bit back and forth which caught the attention of Danny yet again.
“You ok there?”
“Yeah. Just a bit of cramp. Sitting too long I think.”
Danny nodded and returned his attention to the laptop but I couldn’t help but wonder now. While I certainly needed a piss I hadn’t excused myself because I was still very aware my parents were out and the house was locked but Lyra wasn’t aware of that and it had now been at least 10 minutes or so since Danny excused himself so surely she thought the house was now open? I couldn’t understand it but I also couldn’t stop watching her as she paced around behind the couch stopping only to pull a leg behind her or move from foot to foot. What was she waiting for? But what if she asked to go again? How would I explain what Danny had done if she asked? I blushed just thinking about it slipping my hard back into my pocket and having to squeeze myself as the earlier tea tried to push its way back out my body.
Now the main service was over it was clear Ahmed was getting a bit restless too because he got up from the couch and began wandering around the garage looking at my books and computer games. Now the only one of us sitting was Danny, who looked by far the most comfortable and settled. I was busy watching Ahmed when I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder almost making me wet myself. It was Lyla who looked flushed and embarrassed as she whispered using a hand to cover her mouth from the others.
“Could I pop back to your house now if that’s ok?”
I quickly nodded feeling so awkward that I couldn’t think what to say. I opened the side door and headed out as the cooler air immediately hit me and I instinctively grabbed myself without thinking. I glanced at Lyra hoping she hadn’t noticed but she was looking towards the house looking very tense and anxious. Surely my parents would be back now? I wasn’t sure what I’d do if they weren’t as I approached the back door and pushed on the handle. It wouldn’t budge as I shot Lyra a rather flustered and shocked look as she looked me right in the eye.
“I’ll…I’ll try the front. So sorry. I really need in myself to be honest.”
“Oh my God!”
“They never do this. I really am sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Really. It’s just..I just can’t wait much longer now. I need to use the bathroom so badly!”
“Oh God! Me too! Maybe they just forgot to unlock the back door. Let’s try the front.”
I marched quickly down the side of the bungalow gripping myself through my pocket anxiously. Just knowing I was closer to the toilet seemed to suddenly increase my urgency to go as I turned round to the front door and grabbed the handle with sweaty palms. I almost cried when it too wouldn’t open and I turned to look apologetically towards Lyra behind me.
Our eyes met and it was clear nothing I would say right now would make any difference. We were both clearly bursting and both of us knew it, but with the house locked we had so few options.
Just then a familiar dog bark made me turn quickly as I saw my ma and pa approaching the house with Penny. Oh thank God! Ma smiled at me as the dog bounded on the lead towards both Lyra and myself, excited to see us and inquisitive as to who this strange woman was with me. Pa was being pulled behind so he reached the door before ma but it was ma who spoke first.
“Hey, everything ok in the cave then? Sorry I’m Sophie, Alex’s mum. Excuse Penny, she’s a little excitable but she won’t hurt you.”
I wasn’t really in the mood for pleasantries as my bladder ached from having to piss for ages so I went right to the point.
“Pa why on earth did you lock the house when you knew I was in the cave and had friends round? What were you thinking?”
Pa shot me a look that I knew from many years of being put in my place. I might be an adult but in his mind I was his son and always would be.
“You’ve got a key haven’t you? We only went to walk the dog! It’s not like we went on holiday for goodness sake! You’re acting like you’re a little kid and we left you for days or something. Geez. Good to see you pa! Huh!”
I knew I was acting impulsively and immaturely but I just needed to piss and the pressure was driving me crazy. I actually forgot momentarily about Lyra as dad unlocked the door and ma walked through behind the dog. I was raised to be polite and have manners but the intensity of my urge to pee suddenly overtook me as I pushed in front of pa to get inside and to the only bathroom we had just along the hall. I didn’t dare push past my ma though as she hung up her coat excruciatingly slowly making it impossible to get past her. I assumed she’d head to the lounge as dad must have released the dog and she immediately headed there but instead she headed down the small hallway and…right into our only bathroom! Fuck! I wanted to scream as I grabbed myself and bounced like a little kid.
I wasn’t looking at pa but he was clearly looking at me as he tutted and sighed and spoke, presumably to Lyra,
“I guess that explains his haste to get in then! You’d think by his age he’d control himself a bit better though wouldn’t you!”
To be honest I was past caring what pa thought by this point. I needed all my effort to hold my bladder back and I knew then that if I had to wait for Lyra too I’d definitely not make it. I guess Penny suddenly remembered there was a stranger in her house as she suddenly reappeared in the hall sniffing at Lyra as pa called her back and ushered her back into the lounge. I couldn’t stop twisting and bouncing and squirming as I could feel myself sweating as I tried to remain in control of my body. Glancing at Lyra guilt overwhelmed me but as another spasm hit I banged the bathroom door begging ma to hurry up.
The minute or two wait felt like forever as I danced and held myself and squirmed, very aware that Lyra was still beside me silently waiting too. I really did want to be polite and let her go first, honestly I did, but the pressure was just way too much and as ma pushed the door open to leave I proactively knocked her over in my haste to get in.
That piss was one of the best pisses of my entire life! The power at which my flow hit the toilet was crazy and I was shaking with the sheer relief of it all. Oh my God it was absolute heavenly and so long too! I was over three quarters finished before I even remembered Lyra as I shook my exhausted and half erect member over the toilet pan and gave it it little stroke to get the final drops out. My eyes were watery with the bliss of actually making it on time after holding so long as I cleaned myself up and washed my hands. Glancing at myself in the mirror over the sink I was flushed and tired looking so I splashed my face before drying my hands and face on the towel and heading towards the door.
I guess I imagined Lyra would be right there as I opened the door or even pushing past me like I had done with my ma. Instead I couldn’t see her at all as I looked all around the hallway in bewilderment. I could hear ma and pa talking in the kitchen nearby but no sign of Lyra anywhere. I stood there confused and silent for a bit and trying to process and think. It was then I could hear a faint sound of springs. Like a rocking chair or a slightly squeaky floorboard or someone bouncing on a trampoline. I took a few steps down the hall and saw something that will forever be engrained in my mind for the rest of my life.
There, in my own bedroom, on my own bed, was Lyra looking more beautiful and radiant than ever, her face red and her eyes glinting, her legs stiff and rocking, her hands one over the other pushing tightly between her open legs as she sat there openly rocking on the side of my bed looking like she was…how do I even put this? Looking like she was pleasuring herself right on my bed! I stared at her open mouthed, my body sweating and my heart thudding. Instantly my manhood swelled and I slid a hand instinctively to try and hide it. This wasn’t exactly how you responded to someone you had only met that morning and who had come to watch a funeral at your house! It was so…inappropriate…yet so hot! The hottest sight I had ever seen in my whole life.
Embarrassment can really affect how someone reacts and it sure affected me right then. With a very dry mouth and nerves shattered I sheepishly looked down at my bedroom carpet to avoid looking anywhere at Lyra and sort of stuttered that the bathroom was now free and that I was sorry for going first. There was this silence then. Totally different from the earlier silence we’d had back in the den with the others. A more sensual, sexual, awkward, silence as I expected Lyra to move off the bed and go to the bathroom but she instead just smiled up at me as she rocked more as her cheeks flushed even redder.
That’s when I stared all over again but this time our eyes met and it was clear there was definitely a connection, a drawing, a…desire? I swallowed what little saliva there was in my mouth and tried to form words but it was Lyra who spoke first.
“Could you push the door behind you a minute?”
I turned, immediately shaking with fear that ma or pa might have seen what I just had but thankfully there was no-one there as I pushed the door quietly closed with shaky and very sweaty hands. Turning back my eyes betrayed me, or maybe it was just that my thoughts were now very suddenly overpowered by my surging hormones? In my defence Lyra was now quietly panting as her legs rocked rhythmically as her hands massaged and explored between her legs even with her clothing still on. Her legs had now widened and I found myself gawping at the gusset of her black tights which I could only just see between both her hands. Her head was now tilted ever so slightly back as I blinked in time to the subtle squeaks of the springs in my own mattress. What I was seeing was actually real. Never ever in my life had I ever seen such a sight.
I stood there mesmerised as through her panting and quiet grunts I could hear Lyra mutter something. I stepped a little closer, my penis so hard it ached against my chinos as I had this overwhelming desire to pull Lyra’s tights down and…well I don’t want to be crude but it was very hard to hold back I can tell you! I was dizzy with need now, hazy with horniness, as Lyra continued to rock harder and faster as her words became clearer to me even through her panting and gasping.
“Oh God. I think I’m gonna burst, oh. Oh. I’m dying for a pee so bad. So bursting. So desperate. Stay in. Please…oh…ah”
The room started to move a bit right then as I almost fell on top of poor Lyra as blood shot to my head (and somewhere else!) so quickly my heart skipped a beat. I steadied myself by gripping the end of my bed, my rock hard crotch then rubbing slightly on the wooden frame sending shivers up me as I tried to remain quiet and respectful. Lyra seemed oblivious as her rocking continued and her hands rubbed faster. Was she about to have an accident right on my bed? I honestly didn’t know as I was now close enough to touch her yet it still felt wrong. Oh I wanted to, more than anything else, but I hardly knew her and I was still trying to process what was happening even though looking back now it was very obvious. Part of me still thought she was just trying to hold her pee in. Maybe she was? It sort of looked like it but on a whole new, more intense level, but it also looked and sounded like sexual pleasure and it was most definitely feeling like that in my body too.
I moved my grip on the end of the bed a bit as the giddiness settled and as I lifted my hand it caught some of Lyra’s hair. I let it run through my fingers as her rocking changed pace and her body did this shake that seemed more like a shiver as I expected to suddenly hear a gushing sound but it never came. Slowly Lyra removed her hands from between her legs, her stiff legs relaxing as her head moved forwards and she looked at me grinning, red faced and sweating.
“You weren’t meant to see that.”
I sheepishly smiled back, embarrassed and awkwardly using my hands to cover my very obvious enjoyment as I tried to position myself at the side of the bed to avoid being caught guilty having thoroughly enjoyed a very private moment that I wasn’t meant to. Looking at the floor I apologised as Lyra stood up.
“I should apologise too. I don’t know what came over me. I hope you don’t mind that I sat on your bed to try and not embarrass myself. I was just so desperate to pee. Never been so bursting in my life to tell you the truth.”
Her use of the past tense suddenly intrigued me so much. She was bursting? But not now? I gazed at where she’d been sitting on my bed. Sure the bedding was wrinkled and a tiny bit damp looking with sweat but there was definitely no urine and the carpet was dry too. Confused I looked back at Lyra not knowing what to even say.
She must have read my thoughts as she shrugged and smiled timidly.
“It helped me hold. It’s starting to come back now though. I can feel it. Is it ok if I use your bathroom now?”
I nodded, unable to say anything coherent.
That’s when Lyra left the room and I stood staring at the creased under sheet on my bed shaking my head trying to think of anything other that what I had just witnessed. I waited alone there until Lyra stood in the hall a few minutes later just looking at me winking and smiling.
“I think we should get back don’t you? Don’t say anything to the others will you?”
I followed her down the short hallway calling through to my ma and pa to ket them know I was returning to my den. Lyra was much more talkative than before now as I closed the front door of the little bungalow and we walked slowly back around the side and down the back garden. Her eyes shone and sparked and her hair bounced as she walked. She was beautiful. Utterly stunning dressed in black with her figure hugging but professional white blouse, which I could tell from behind was still ever so slightly damp from where she had….
Well that’s something we talk about in the den between just us now. Ahmed and Danny left a few hours later but Lyra suggested she get an Uber back to hers which Ahmed was fine about.
The dear Queen’s funeral was long finished by the time she called that Uber as we drank tea together and talked until both our bladders ached and we laughed and squirmed for ages as we relaxed in each others company as it was obvious we were both so desperate but neither of us ever said, that secret between us and unsaid words just intensifying our physical attraction to each other more until we kissed deeply and helped each other hold until we giddily ran to the house hand in hand and raced to the toilet together for the second time that day.
Everyone remembers the day of her majesty Queen Elizabeth the second’s funeral. It’s just maybe my reasons for doing so are a little more personal that yours. |
One would expect the interior of a cold storage facility to be a dry, uninteresting place, and under normal circumstances, it usually was. But when all the robots of the world had suddenly gone haywire all at once, the place was a bit more active. Guard sentries, automated turrets, flying missile launchers, all ready to make an example of any intruder who came into her domain.
"Her" being the star of the cold storage, the imperator of icicles, the femme of freezing, the second of Dr. White's Mighty Number series: Cryosphere, or as her family called her, Cryo. On a normal day, she was jovial, absolutely adored bad puns, and took great pleasure in her icy abilities. All of that was still true, but ever since something invaded her Xels, that enthusiasm had been pointed at the expense of the humans.
And because of that, Cryo knew what was coming: her youngest brother, Mighty No. 9, Beck. Beck was powerful, he had a strong sense of justice, and his special absorption ability meant his Xels weren't the same as your standard robot, so wouldn't be susceptible to the same takeover as everything else. He'd be coming for her, to stop her rampage. And she was ready for it.
But it sure was taking time. Cryo had never been a patient girl, but this wait felt like it was taking way longer than it should have, it was killing her. "Come on, Beck, don't give a girl the cold shoulder here! I'm turning into a dinosaur here, waiting for the Ice Age!" Despite the frustration at being left bored, she giggled, in her usual over-cutesy way. "I'll have to tell Avi that one, he'll get a kick out of it." Even with that little bright spot, however, boredom set back in, and Cryo couldn't sit still.
Though, to be fair, that last one wasn't a result of impatience, it was more a cause for it. "Mmf," she mumbled, crossing her legs as she stood in the middle of the room. It was the only visible hint towards her need, her main frame being behind a suit of blue armor with a full-covering diver mask over her face as well. She could easily play it off and get away with it, if she were quiet. She was not. "Come on, once I ice cream you, Beck, I can go pee!" Just saying the word prompted her to cross her legs harder, with her hands now being haphazardly shoved into her crotch plate. It did not help her.
At the same time, she feared what would happen if she stopped. Cryo had a history of playing, using her powers to make ice sculptures and snowmen, not taking a break whilst doing so, meaning leaks could sprout if she needed to go. Having a sub-zero patch lingering against her private area, unable to be cleaned up without serious work in undressing... even Cryo didn't enjoy that. And, because she had experience on the levels of desperation she could reach before those cold spurts were something to be worried about, she knew the storm was a blizzard already. Cryosphere really had to take a whizz.
In fact, she needed to do it so badly, she began looking around the room she occupied with a... scrying eye. "There's snow one around, so if I did make a little mess, no one would give me any grief for it." She stared at an unassuming corner intently, for a serious moment, but eventually did shake the idea away. Literally, shaking her helmet in an exaggerated display. "No, Beck could come in while I'm peeing! What kind of a look would that be for a big sis?" Behind her mask, Cryo tensed her face and puffed her cheeks, again in a very cartoonish way. "Gotta be strong and not go yet!" The pressure she felt grew, and she whimpered.
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Things were much different on the other side of the plant. The sentry robots near to the entrance had all been torn apart, their very essence drained, leaving their lifeless husks strewn across the floor. This was the handiwork of the intruder, the abandoned Mighty No. 0, Raychel. She was Dr. White's attempt to design a robot without a central core, an experiment that ultimately resulted in failure. Ray was left to decay, yet still, she clung to life.
Ray was used to pain. The Xels of her body were constantly rotting, deteriorating, a terminal condition that nothing could cure. She could only delay her death by forcibly assimilating Xels from other robots to replace the ones she had lost. Because of this disease, her body was always wracked with agony, feeling every Xel across her being die, and a foreign one soon shoved in its place. She had grown numb to it, with the only sensation standing out being the burning desire for revenge. That was why she was here, hunting another one of White's Mighty Numbers for answers.
Her rending claws tore through the chassis of one of the station's guards, ripping through its shield at the same time, absorbing the Xels directly. "These Xels... Their taste is much worse, lower quality, it will not satisfy me for long." Hunched forward, panting with a growl in each breath, Ray frantically scanned her surroundings for her next prey. And she found something, though little more than a morsel: a midair bot, circular like a fan, that could split into two parts and form a barrier between them. She knew it would not do much, but as Ray's hunger could not be quelled, she still leapt towards the robot, brandishing her sharp teeth and sharper talons.
It was halfway through this pounce that something happened, stopping Ray where she was. "Gghgh!" Her momentum gone, she dropped to the floor, landing on one knee with a crash. "What is this?" A burning inferno smoldered in her abdomen, like something writhing in pitiful life, surrounded by nothing but death. Without making a conscious decision, Ray shoved her left hand between her legs, pressing her palm hard against her armored crotch while keeping her claws out of the way, which did eventually quell the blaze within.
The source of the discomfort was apparent. "This ails me, now?!" Ray wasn't aware of why this happened, but she knew it was a routine dilemma, a buildup of Xels from a very limited, precious pool that suddenly had to be ejected from her body. Until then, it constantly tormented her, taking over her mind and halving her physical efficiency many times over. A normal observer would call it "badly needing to pee", a concept Ray hadn't learned.
Not knowing what urination was, she was naturally very opposed. "Nrgh... Xels, you will obey!" This was how she always handled her desperation: powering through. If she buckled to her body's demands, she'd suddenly find herself with a deficit of her very lifeblood, hastening her demise. She didn't like to admit, even to herself, that her struggle still always ended in defeat, surrendering to her need eventually.
While she wasn't at that point yet, the strain was still taking its toll on Ray. Her body shook and trembled as she forced herself back on her feet, with her thin legs wobbling as the two kept trying, against her wishes, to twist against one another. Like a predator protecting its meal, she growled every time her lower body made moves without her input, barking to assert dominance, until she could finally stand tall and proud without looking like she could collapse at any moment.
She may not have looked it, but she still felt malnourished, and that robot she had been hunting was still alive. "Feed... I must feed! Only when my appetite and my vengeance have been satiated will any other desire be considered!" Just as she had done before, Ray pounced at her mechanical meal, her claws tearing its whole existence asunder in a ruthless display of power.
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"Nghgh... mmmph... hah, hah, hah..." Legs crossed tight as they could be, straining her plating until she risked dents, Cryo was hunched over as she leaned against a wall, shivering like the room temperature was absolute zero. It was cold, but that wasn't Cryo's problem. The pressure threatening to explode her from the inside was the only thing on her mind. "Just don't think about it," she kept telling herself, but it wasn't like ignoring it was even possible anymore. All she could do was hold out.
"Wah! I... I can't do this any longer," she screamed out in frustration. "Number 2's gotta number one here!" Her tank felt fit to blow, her patience was done and gone, the time had come. Cryosphere finally just had to take a piss. And she was a mech on a mission; as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, she was totally determined, plainly obvious even through a mask. Until she crumpled back in on herself, holding herself something fierce. "Hnnnnnghh!" Time was running out, she had to get going on the go.
Of course, that was easier said than done in her armor. So far, Cryo had done well in not leaking, but that wouldn't last and she knew it. Time was short, but even if she got started now, it might be too late. Finding it unnecessary for her line of work, Cryo didn't have humanoid hands, just a cannon and a hose. They could do light household-esque tasks, but it wasn't her forte. She just wasn't a delicate lady. Unfortunately, the act of removing a specific piece of armor, with imprecise appendages, whilst dying to pee, was inherently a delicate job.
"Time to get shoveling!" She was game, as evidenced by her pawing furiously at her groin. Her armor was segmented, with a special piece solely for her private parts, so she could pee without having to strip completely and show the "girls" of this robo-girl. There were small, practically invisible, latches connecting each segment, pressure in the right spots would undo the clips and free just the parts that needed to breathe that cool air. She knew exactly where those buttons were, and just how hard to push them.
Doing so was the problem. "Where are they?! Come on, this is like finding ice in the desert!" No matter how accurate she thought she was being, she just smacked the general area, missing the pinpoint clasps by millimeters, or more. Admittedly, she might have gotten it by now if she didn't keep fidgeting just enough to throw off her aim. A frigid chill ran down her spine, and her peehole, as the failures piled up, and her frustration snowballed, bringing more of her concentration to the task at hand to just get this thing done and over with, to finally take a leak.
"Ah!" Too much concentration divided, it seemed, because she suddenly froze in place as a terrible arctic splotch spread across her crotch. Only one spurt, over quick, but that cold wind against her junk wasn't going away. If there wasn't at least a little space between the two, her lips would be sticking to the metal. Should she shift inside the armor, she knew, it could still happen, hence her standing as still as an ice sculpture, making nary a shift or a squeak.
Then the second dribble hit, and Cryo threw the statue act away. Her stringy legs twisted around one another, and her hands zoomed back into her groin, clanging and bouncing off the protective plate with the high-speed collision, but she shoved them right in there regardless. For a while, that's all she did, trembling as she tasked all resources with keeping up the hold. When that proved insufficient, her feet jumped up one at a time as she bounced in a childish potty dance that wouldn't inspire envy in any graceful ice skater. "Nnnngh... Holdonholdonholdon hold on!" More than spoken, each word was grunted out, only forced out when a shift of her body would shake it loose.
All this jostling and sloshing (or what sloshing could happen in her filled tank) resulted in, naturally, a third drizzle of pee. In Cryo's eyes, that was three too many, and, like a frozen lake at the start of spring, she cracked. She also had a large volume of water, and it was driving her crazy. "That is it, I'm plowing this darn thing off and whizzing!" She knew seeking out the stealth buttons wouldn't serve her any better now, but she had a backup method: slamming her hands against her crotch over and over, aiming for the clasps with law of averages on her side. Surely, if she did it enough, she'd get lucky in time?
Apparently so. A thin gap clicked open between her crotch and thigh armor, and she could tell by the thick chill that emanated from the tiny slit as soon as it appeared, the cold air creating damp condensation drops on the adjacent leg. But it still wasn't wide enough for any tinkle; some would dribble through, probably running down her leg when it did so, but Cryo had to go bad. She knew she'd overflow the limited space she had within seconds. So, the whole plate had to come off. Back to the random pushes and pulls. "Kkgh!"
One by one, the clasps snapped open, easier now that one had fallen and she was no longer hermetically sealed, but of course they couldn't come in order, it was random and kept her in a state of bated breath and tense suspense as long as possible. The opening expanded, releasing more dry ice fog, which as a whole faded away in the breeze as it was free to disperse through the air.
Finally, with one last "snap" that broke the ice, her crotchplate came off. Cryo had been pulling so hard, when she finally got what she wanted, the now-excess force caused her arm to go flying out, and her uneven weight distribution resulted in her stumbling with it, one foot keeping her on the ground, hopping forward in a desperate attempt to keep balance. It worked, though the sudden jolting had... consequences to her constitution.
But she was done. She was exposed, she discarded the sheet of thick and chilly metal by vindictively tossing it across the room, she could start making her pile of slush. Spreading her legs, placing one hand on the wall behind her for stability, Cryo was finally able to answer robotics' call. She didn't even have to initiate anything herself.
Naturally, she first felt it as a chill careening down her urethra, the harbinger of a winter storm. It came nearer to her exit hatch, every millisecond until release pure torture, until she finally broke the seal. "Pah!" With one big burst exhalation to cap it off, a thick, hard spray of pure liquid nitrogen fired from one of her many holes built for this sort of thing. When it fired from her hand cannon, it was a powerful freezing ability that could be used as a deadly attack. But when that same fluid came from the one between her legs, it was urinating.
The massive tank of liquid nitrogen always strapped to her back, larger than she, no longer felt the pressure that threatened to crack the glass enclosure. Bubbles rose to the top and popped as its contents drained, but with the container having such a massive volume, it was hard to see a difference. Things were much clearer from the front, where the gushing fountain was much more immediately impressive. Cryo was a pretty small robot, very cute-sized, the force and quantity coming from this little thing was impossible to be mistaken as "nothing big".
That wasn't even the half of it. Her hips had already been pushed ahead of the rest of her body as she got her pee started, but now that she was pissing hard, she thrust them out even further until she threatened to throw out her spine. Something about it seemed to free up the tubes, because as soon as she was in this new stance, her stream changed trajectory; aimed upwards at the onset, ascending only slightly before falling, though taking its time before hitting the floor with a hard splash. Using basic geometry, it was easy to see she was getting some impressive distance.
She was more than aware of that fact. With the velocity she was putting out, and the memory of struggling to hold, Cryo was perfectly aware that she needed to go something fierce. So she had reason to bask in the bliss of release, and she would do just that. "Hahh... Ohh, that's snow much better... That feels so ice..." Her eyes fluttered beneath her mask, the Xels that comprised her body vibrated in a pleasing harmony (especially the ones "down below"), the valve atop her head spun as her faucet ran wild, and she just couldn't help moaning over and over in her usual squeaky pitch.
A puddle quickly formed at the impact zone, rippling as the shower of splashes rained everywhere in the pool, at least until said puddle expanded outwards. And upwards. A regular pee would just spread across the floor in a flat mess, but that was under normal circumstances, with normal urine. Liquid nitrogen, in contrast, had one special property that justified Cryo's usage in her day-to-day life: it froze things. If there was nothing, it would freeze itself over. The most liquid part of her leaving, the part covering the widest surface area, behaved like standard water for a time, later turning to solid ice where it sat. It would be a sizable slipping hazard, were someone foolish enough to walk past a Mighty Number relieving herself.
It was with the central pillar, where the fluids hit the floor, that things got a lot more interesting. It froze so quickly, it didn't have time to trickle down to join its brethren before changing states of matter. As such, a spire was formed upwards from the center, an icicle pointing to the ceiling, barely straight and covered in bumps and craters from her uneven whizz. Its structure was not sturdy, but with the sole building material constantly raining down and reinforcing its pillar as the outer casing also turned to ice. Even though some segments had weakened, nearly breaking off, the thickening shaft of robot pee kept it all together.
As the fog of chill rose past Cryo's face mask, sucked in by the air currents of the building's ventilation system, she began humming a little tune of contentment and satisfaction. She would have supplemented it with a little dance, a wiggle of the hips in time, if it wouldn't cause "issues". As much as it wasn't her style, she kept still, simply watching her work doing its stuff.
She could feel the eye of the storm coming from a while out, and it was confirmed as her liquid nitrogen pee no longer had that same power behind it. She was certainly still going, but it wasn't quite the massive gusher it once was. It didn't fly as far, landing closer to the toes of her boots, and the "spigot", as it were, sputtered and strained to maintain its uniform consistency. More tiny dribbles strayed from the path and created sparkling snowflakes on their way down, and when they froze on the floor, gave the bland tile a glittery finish.
And, without the force underlying the release, little rivulets stuck to her folds and snaked down her legs, nesting in the seams of her armor. If this kept up, her joints would freeze over, and that would cause some issues when it came time to fight. Realizing this, Cryo made a decision. "Woah, time to freeze this one! Hngh!" With a quick strain, she cut off her release suddenly, leaving nothing but a couple of drops in a fraction of a second. The room was soon nearly totally silent, and as her liquids froze over and solidified, the needle moved past "nearly" and fully into "totally" territory.
Naturally, this hasty cut-off had consequences; namely, an icicle straight through her urethra that wasn't going away. It was certainly kinda awkward to feel inside her, but at the same time, she didn't mind the chilly sensation, the way it gave her shivers. "Ooh, hehehehe," she giggled, wiggling her whole body from the butterflies fluttering in her tummy. She felt the sloshing in her back-mounted tank with each thrust, and while it was still 95% full, it had drained a bit and no longer felt set to blow. It also had the benefit of shaking off a few drops and ice crystals still stuck to her privates, though it wasn't enough to fully cleanse her down below. And, without anything to wipe with, that's just how it would have to be. "Guess I'm gonna wait for it to freeze dry."
When she opened her eyes after the laughing fit, angled downwards by chance, she was greeted by her final work: a messy, uneven, rough stalagmite of cloudy ice, quite pointy at the summit, surrounded on all sides by even more slippery goodness. "Well... It's not gonna win any ice sculpture contests, but I think it's still pretty cool!" The fact that she was still in a haze of bliss from creating it certainly colored her judgment, at least a bit.
Her euphoria was dampened as she felt another bit of cold brush past her crotch, making her lips feel blue and numb. "Woah, gotta cover that up! Can't have Beck seeing his big sister's igloo!" With a spring in her step, Cryo skipped to the opposite end of the room where she tossed her missing armor piece, taking care not to step in her piddle puddle.
Halfway through her strut, the sole door to the chamber was torn open from the outside, where a cloud of impact dust and mist silhouetted the culprit. In spite of this lack of information, or perhaps because of it, Cryo felt is necessary to cover her exposed parts with her hands before any wandering eyes could peek.
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Raychel stumbled into the room, her joints whirring and straining with each movement. No injuries, the bots in this place didn't stand a chance against her honed and vicious fighting style, but she was still nearing her physical limits. Actually, "nearing" wasn't the right word, the more accurate descriptor was "disgustingly far past" her physical limits. Ray was gonna burst, she had to piss so ridiculously bad.
With every step becoming a brutal challenge, she had to admit something from between her sharp, clenched teeth. "Can't... Can't do this anymore..." A wild amount of energy was wreaking havoc inside her body, worming its way between her Xels and breaking them apart, destabilizing her composition. For somebody already in a precarious position, this could not be allowed to continue.
"Oh, another girl! Thank goodness!" With a sigh of relief, Cryo uncrossed her hands from over her crotch, totally at ease now that she had nothing she needed to hide. She was still exposed below the waist, but she wasn't bothered by it anymore.
If she were, she might have been happy to know that Ray hadn't even noticed her. If Cryo hadn't spoken up, she never would have known there was a partially nude woman in here. All Ray could think about was peeing, every ounce of focus she had was crushed under pounds of desperation. It had been that way the whole trek here, it was taking its toll on her, and she could no longer resist. Frustration and rage boiling over, she roared out, "GOTTA GOOOOOOOO!!!!"
She was about to burst, and frankly, she was okay with that. Her fight was gone, her defiance was shot, all that mattered was releasing this buildup of wild, uncontrollable energy. The problem was her armor. She'd go straight through it, that was always an option, but it wasn't ideal having all that against her crotch. That much energy lingering against her private stuff... Then again, it wasn't like she had anywhere close to enough time to actually get it off properly.
That left Ray but one option. "GRAAAAGGGHH!" With a guttural shout that shook the very foundation, her claws pulled away from their suffocating grip on her crotch and slashed at the plate covering her groin. Her brutal power ensured it was enough to tear through the thick metal sheet, completely obliterating that piece of her armor as it was ripped to shreds. She was good at what she did, but she was also frantic and desperate; a slight miscalculation could have resulted in a mangled vagina.
With pussy still intact, Ray spread her legs and thrust her hips forward, and she could hold no longer. Her contained contents were voided, flushed from her body, in a violent blast. Being a robot, Ray's brand of pee was far removed from human urine; it wasn't even a liquid! Her release was a perfectly straight, incandescent beam of energy that illuminated the space through which it flew, an observer could get a studio-lit view of Mighty Number 0's private parts. Cryo may have been a willing part of that audience.
The light on her beam was only a side-effect, a result of the large concentration of energy present. The other property of kinetic energy being expended, heat, was also present in spades. A haze distorted the view of the room in rippling waves around her laser, and the temperature shot up rapidly. Even with the multitude of cooling systems in place, Cryo's ice sculpture began sagging, dripping, and melting. Cryo herself was also not taking it too well.
But that was just its impact on the wider environment, the more localized impression was even more stunning. The shaft of power hit one small part of the floor, a floor composed of thick metal, and melted straight through. A circle just larger than the laser's radius was red-hot and molten, turning what was solid to boiling plasma, and that was just what they could see. Who knew what damage a concentrated attack like this could do against the building's wires, ducts, and supports if it remained unimpeded?
Ray wouldn't know. She was paying no attention to the consequences of her deed. After a slight start, a little jolt from the concussive force of sudden release when she began, she had settled into a state of acceptance, just waiting for it to pass by. All she could do was take in the sensations she was assaulted with. Although, with that said, she had to confess: it wasn't all that unpleasant. Wave after wave of harsh senses rolled over her, each one eliciting a quiet gasp very uncharacteristic from the Vermilion Destroyer. The soft grunts, combined with her one quivering eye, gave away her true feelings: this felt damn good. Ray wasn't well acquainted with the experience of "pleasure", but she knew this was very different from her usual torment of living, and that brought her... inner peace. She would be content with her existence if it could just be this.
So of course it was coming to a close in short order. The laser's thickness dropped, its radiance dimmed, and small gaps of emptiness appeared to break up the beam. Those holes grew larger, and soon, there was nothing but silence. Raychel had finished with her business. No liquids of any kind had been involved in the process, there was no need to clean up, but Ray still felt an almost instinctual need to do so anyway. Reaching back, she grabbed a corner of the tattered red energy cape fluttering behind her butt, and used it to rub down her vulva. Only when she had let go could it be declared that Mighty Number 0's piss was complete.
And Cryo had witnessed all of it. "Wow, you really needed that! Like, really needed it! Oh, I'm not a weirdo or anything! I get it, I do! You see that ice pile there, I had to go super bad too! Or, I guess it's more of a puddle now..." Her head drooped, she was legitimately crestfallen by her art being vandalized this way.
Despite the many words being thrown her way, Ray wasn't paying even a sliver of attention, not when she had so many other things to contend with. Her head was foggy, her joints were heavy, and her jaw hung agape. That last one, she didn't even notice it happening, and hastily corrected by slamming her mouth closed and gnashing her sharp teeth locked and shut. It didn't stop some choice... sounds sneaking their way through. "Hhmph... Ahhhnn... Mmngph..." What are these? These are not the... utterances a hunter should make!
If weird sounds were the worst of it, she might have been fine. But things suddenly got a whole lot more troublesome when Ray lost focus. As in, she suddenly couldn't focus, almost losing balance before clutching her face in one hand, claws scraping the side of her helmet's tall horns. Unfortunately, she knew this state of near-collapse all too well: malnourishment. Must... feed... All the energy, all the Xels she expelled, she already didn't have much to spare and now she was left with the bare minimum to survive, if only another minute. She could feel her consciousness fading, her pain dissipating, as she prepared to leave this mortal hell behind.
Of course, none of that was visible from the outside. From Cryo's perspective, it just looked like this robot stranger was following her appearance and was just acting edgy. And ignoring her. If there was anything Cryo hated, it was being ignored. "Hey, what's with the icy reception?! You think you can just give me the cold shoulder?!" It took a minute, but she did eventually come to the realization that there may be a reason for this behavior. "Uh... Are you cool?" She extended out a hand in support.
Distracted by so many things, Ray really hadn't noticed Cryo's presence, no matter how much Mighty Number 2 actively tried to make herself known. But this time, she did, and it convinced her not to go into the light. Another Mighty Number... Yes, that's right. I must have my answers! My revenge on that man! You... You will be better... More sustaining... "GIVE... ME... YOUR XELS!"
Edited April 27 by Captain L
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So Much for Family.
She had told me that I can just come right in, no ring, no knock. I stepped into her kitchen through the side-door, and searched for the living room where I can plop myself down on some couch ‘til Jay came down ready to go. But I found myself sitting there for a good ten minutes and she still hadn’t come down. Jay is my step-sister — Dad pushed me and pushed me, practically forced me, to go spend time with her, to get to know her as he wants us all to be “family”: whatever that means. It’s too soon to use that word — and you can’t force it! And today is exactly why that’s true.. because what I stumbled and saw would not have made me stare with awe had she been “family”.
Jay had her own place, her divorced Mommy having bought it with her divorce settlements — sorry, I’m being harsh here, but I’ve got a bone to pick with ‘taking half a man’s life’, but let’s not get political. Dad asked me to get to know her better, and she agreed, so here I am. But, gosh, was she taking just too long to “get ready”: for what, look pretty for her step-bro, aren’t we “family” after all?
I got impatient — wish I worked more on that, otherwise I wouldn’t have ruined Dad’s dream of being “family” — and decided to roam on upstairs to let her know I’ve been waiting for a while, now. I should’ve just called halfway up the stairs, really. But I went all the way to the top, where I could hear her nearby. I approached where her humming took me: to the slightly creaked-open bathroom door. I was behind the door, when my head unthinkingly peered-in around the corner: my eyes glanced on a topless Jay standing in a pair of skintight blue jeans inside the bathtub.
What the fuck did I just do? What did I just see?
But my head told me to take another peek around the hardly opened door, like a creep in the shadows, but the shadows were her own house, and her bathroom light inviting. A second glance found her lips chewed beneath her teeth while her hands were smushed between her upper legs, as if her hips swallowed them whole — oh my, what the fuck am I looking at, why the fuck am I looking at..?
I quickly start to feel warmth inside, probably just as how warm she might’ve caused to herself: what the fuck is wrong with me, this is not family-like..
But she’s not family.. yet — look at me trying to rationalize my devilish desire to remain, to watch what is about to transpire..
I hate to say it.. but I stayed.. I shamefully yet shamelessly stood and watched her—hey, don’t judge me: she said come right on in, she was taking too long, she left her bathroom door open, and it’s almost like.. like.. she wanted me to.. to.. w-watch.. and damn it, if you saw what I saw, you would, too!
Soon her hands reappeared and caressed her inner-thigh contours while her bottoms lips flung forward when her teeth released them. She was looking ahead, to my right, and puckered her lips, as if there were someone across from her, watching.. but I couldn’t see what, nor would I dare to creak her door a little to even see. She examined and re-examined the curves of her legs, teasing her blue-painted skin.
Fuck this is so wrong, but fuck there was no longer any more room in my pants.. fuck it, I don’t care anymore: I’m going to keep watching.
By eyesight had to re-adjust twice, and eyebrows scrunch harder, when a tiny glint rushed out the front rise of her jeans. It was one moment a twinkling pin-drop then a shimmering dark-blue underwear worn across the front of her pants.. what the.. what in the fu—is she doing? I-is.. d-did she.. just urinate?! As flabbergasted as I was, my widened eyes couldn’t detached from her pelvis. She stopped her glance below and bit her lips again, her hands following the inseam line all the way up until her bitten lips whispered: “Fuck” to herself and her shoulders jerked when she held herself in that upward manner..
I-is she.. g-getting a kick out of this..?
And just as my bewildered and perplexed mind questioned reality, Jay’s eyes moaned in the most mind-silencing manner known to man. Her jaw gapped as yellow twinkled out from between her fingers and the darkness forced its wings laterally to her hips and side-seams. Her knees almost betrayed her. And there again does she taunt herself with those whispered “Fucks”.
She molests herself for a bit, over her heavily-saturated jeans, her face contorting and shoulders irregularly jerking. But then pauses and grabs the sides of her thighs, glancing below, as if waiting for something.. but I knew exactly what, and for some mind-boggling moment my other.. p-part.. panged with sheer monstrosity at what she imminently paused for.
Her jaw gapped again and once again did I find her gleaming dark jeans below the waist; she slightly widening her thighs as a massive rush of shining river-ed like the canal at the bottom of dam: two strong liquids flowing on either side of her inseams, soaking the inner calves and wrapping around the knees to the front, then to the other side. Her right hamstrings twitched two or three times in quick succession below the glistening waters cascading overtop. Once again her knees betray, and she loses her balance: she lolls her head back and arches backwards, falling into the wall behind her as her hands detach from her thighs and try to gain support against the wall. She motions as though inebriated.
She’s moaning moans and phew-ing phews indescribable for me to articulate — I don’t know why she’s doing what she’s doing, but seeing her make herself like so.. fuck, I’m about to ruin myself.
She closes her legs and unbuttons and unzips, but doesn’t remove, only thrusting her left hand as it disappears once again underneath her shining darkness..
Guys, I swear if you were there y-you.. would’ve too..
When she started.. going at it, to say the least, she was squelching underneath the wetting fabric.. a-and, by all the power of my manhood, the sound made me lose it completely and my throat released me out of the shadows..
I fell backward onto the carpet floor grabbing myself and-and jerked and writhed with pleasure on her floor uncontrollably, soiling myself. When I open my eyes, Jay stood before me: topless and all, pissed and actually pissed..
But fuckin’ hell.. I just couldn’t care enough to be shameful.. this was past my lowest point.
“You’re a fuckin’ creep”, she berated me.
“You’re a fuckin’ weirdo”, as I struggled to point at her soaked jeans, still dripping at the cuffs, as my toes curled just a few inches away..
Edited April 29 by HissGenerator
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So Much for Family:
Dinner-time!
It’s been a couple weeks since I last been over: I figured I’d stay away for a while ever since we caught each other in the act. But Dad has been pushing me again to go see her, but, damn it, he wouldn’t understand — and there was no way, no fucking way, I was going to even consider mentioning to him, especially not risking the fact that Jay would rat me out.
And it’s good that I kept the distance because ever since I saw her like so, whenever I had some “alone-time”, it was hard not to get off to anything except when she came across my mind. She is forever ruined in my mind, there is no way I can consider her family, nor did I even want to try.
After I finished before her, her anger turned to disappointment in her eyes, or at least what I felt was disappointment. She left her bathroom door open when she return back to grab a towel.
“Here. Clean yourself up.”, her eyes refusing to look at me as she threw the towel at me.
The guilt in my chest was soon in my throat, but I could not for the life of me figure why she didn’t cover up or anything. Like, hell, if I were her, I’d put my shirt back on — actually, I would run back into the bathroom and hide behind the door and demand that I leave the house!
But she didn’t do any of that. It’s as if she knew there was no use: what’s done is done and seen is seen; there was no shame to cover up.
I laid there for a good minute frozen, the towel thrown over the damp stain on my slim cut-offs. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her, she just went back in and turned on the shower.. then she threw off her soaked jeans across her bathroom, falling partially within my preview. She began showering, and I did not dare to enter and sneak a peek around the left. I got up and left the house immediately.
What in the world..?
Looking back on it now, there was a part of me that was assuming she was inviting me, but I think I was just too inebriated by her—
—“Son, since you’re going to make me force you again, I’ve decided to have Kathy and Jay over today for dinner. Your moth—your step-mother is now a part of this family and that means you now have a sister. Please try to get to know her; she would really appreciate the effort, and I would, too.”
“No! Dad, it’s okay. I’ll just go visit her on my own.”
“That’s the spirit! You can do so together any day after dinner—“
—“Wait, so, they’re still coming over..?”
“Well, of course, I invited them, didn’t I?”
“And Jay willfully said she’ll be over..?”
“Why wouldn’t she? It’s been a while, she likely took a liking to you, the last you saw each other—see, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad!”
Why would she even agree to come over? I’d not. I’d be way too embarrassed by the fact that I’d have to look my step-bro in the eyes, overcome by the reality that those same eyes came to me as they watched..
Fuck.. this is going to be awkward..
Soon, what I dreaded rang the doorbell, Dad greeting Kathy first. I stood behind him, hiding; though there was really nowhere to. Jay’s ginger hair appeared from behind her, seemingly hiding herself, too, but what do I know!
Both our wandering eyes met at a glance.
And though for a moment, fuckin’ hell it felt like an eternity! We could read each other’s minds! We both smiled the slightest curved lip as “Hello”. Dad hugged Kathy, then she did me. Then he hugged Jay..
And knew that I had to hug her next—fuck!
Once again, her green eyes peered into my soul. She approached me first, as I forgot how to hug entirely and embraced me.
“I’m wearing the same ones..”
...
What, now..?
Wearing the same ones, what is she..?
Oh.. fuck—immediately it got a lot hotter, though the front-door air rushed inside.
Fuck, she’s wearing the same ones she soaked. The same ones under which she squelched. It was so tantalizingly fit around her legs, as if they’ve shrunken a bit since the last time she worn them.
Damn it! I need to stay away from her—I need to stay away from her now.. before I start boiling underneath the dinner table!..
What the fuck is she doing to me..? Does she think this is a game?!
“So, Jay, do you go to college?”
“Yes, I’m in my final year. Currently preparing my thesis on the ‘evolutionary implications of male sexual drive’: that’s what I’m going to title it.”—
She faintly smirks a corner lip-curl and a brief glance to her left.
—She must be pulling my leg!..
“Wow, the male sex-drive.. err.. why that topic?”
“Well, initially, I was going to do it on the female drive.. but recently I had a change of heart. I saw something that got me thinking what drives males so intently and strongly..”
Oh my word, is this the conversation we’re going to explore our first time at the dinner table..
“Dad, you recently got that promotion, what’s gonna happen next—you’re pretty driven, I’d say!—“
—Fuck, that did not come out right..
She bit down on her lips, her hand holding back a giggle. All I could do is stare back in disbelief and head-shaking..
“Err.. uh, yes! I recently got promoted to a seniority position at the firm. So far we’ve just been finalizing things and I’ve been preparing for the view would look like from the 8th floor, now.. because that’s what I was looking forward to: the view..”
Kathy suddenly giggled out of nowhere..
Really..? She thought that was funny..?
I’m refusing to look at Jay, but every time my eyes can’t do anything but wonder, I find her constantly shifting her sight back to me, catching me looking at her every single time, while she ate and listened to Kathy and Dad’s conversation.
“Excuse me, Mr. Wellis, where is the washroom—“
“Honey, please call hi—“
“—No, no, it’s okay.. Jay, it’s around the left, down the hall and on the right side—there are a bunch of doors, so it might be confusing.. Jason, would show Jay the way.. oh! That was a rhyme, ha!”
Kathy giggled some more.
Kill me now.
“No, Dad, it’s okay, it’s simply: around the left, down the hall, the forth door on the righ—“
“—Jason, no, that’s not polite; show her the way.”
My purple face glances up to her pursed lips trying to hide the grin she so badly wants to send my way.
Sheesh, her thighs are so nice, and sitting so near to their sight—
Ugh! Damn it, why am I glancing this close to her, when she’s clearing watching my every move. I don’t even check to see if she saw me relishing over her figure. I just stand ashamedly looking at the floor and I guide her around the corner. As I walk down the hall, I refuse to look back at her, whom I assume is probably grinning at me.
“The bathroom..”, I beckon with my left arm, struggling to even look up at her, after turning on the light. She tiptoes in laterally, squeezing her left shoulder past me and her breasts against the door-sill. She intently and slightly arches her flexible, curvy waist and brushes her hips past my own through the narrow space, her tight blue-jean’d butt and pocketed phone rubbing past in between..
“Oh! I’m sorry.. excuse me..”, she sarcastically remarks, letting out the slightest and shortest enthusiasm.
No the fuck you’re not, my mind screams at her.
I need to head back to my room after this stunt she just pulled, before I blow up at the dinner table, as a rush of heat escapes my face and drives downward, feeling a semi-pressure build, and quickly discard her at the threshold—
“Wait!”, stops me dead in my tracks.
“Wait..”, she repeats, whispering while turning her head around the door-sill.
My turning finds her canine pulling her left corner lip:
“Don’t you want to watch..?”
My heart’s now in my pants, pumping hard, but luckily the corridor was only partially lit up by the bathroom light leaking in.
I shake my head no, but my head wants me to say yes, yet I’m unsure if she’s just toying with me.
“Are you sure.. ‘cause I’m giving you permission now, ‘cause last time you weren’t invited?”, she slyly teases.
“No. You’re fuckin’ weird..”, I annoyingly whisper, nearly breaking out in a low voice.
“And you’re fucking not?!”, she immediately shoots back, chuckling lightly.
“No, that shit was by accident—“
—“Cumming in your pants was sure no accident, unless one glance at my tits maxes you the fuck out!”, she attacks.
Woah, she’s fuckin’ aggressive.. and so weirdly open about it.
My eyes shyly cast by the wayside..
There’s a moment of silence, and refuse to look up at her..
“Hnmph..”, and my eyes immediately dart to the sound! They find her right fingers eaten up by her thighs and front teeth clearly biting her bottom lips.
I purse, then bite hard, my slightly parted lips while she catches my eyes glance between her face and her hold.
“Don’t! Stop!”, my chewed lips command at her.
“We have dinner back there—“
—“you think Mom wants us there, she wants some alone-time with your Dad—“
—“Stop, that’s fucking gross.. they wouldn’t even consider..”
She canines her right corner lip, pulling it, while her crossing her right thigh over, twisting her hips tighter around her hand: it nearly disappears as a result.
“So.. your not going to watch me..?”, being coy.
“No. I’m going back—“
—“I guess, I’m just gonna have to stand here.. are you gonna make me wait..”
My lips part again and eyes stare bewildered.
Wait for what.. my retarded mind searched.
“Hmph”.. another cute sigh departing her pursed lips, she starts picking at them with her teeth. Leaning against the door-sill, the fingers of her left palms start tapping against it.
What the fu—what have I gotten myself into..?
“Hey, listen! Stop—“, my lowered voice demands as I approach the twisted girl at the threshold, but she interjects as she gets a good look under the bathroom light.
She giggles: “Am I gonna make you cum, again, any moment now..? I’ve hardly done a thing..”, slowly dragging her eyes from my face to my other face, then back. She untwists and thrusts her torso at me, into my personal space, and I fearfully renege back, slamming by palms and back into the corridor wall behind me.
“Guys?!.. are you okay down there?”
“Yes, yes, yeah!.. j-just slipped a little!”
“Okay!..”
I fucking slipped hard, when I exposed it to her accidentally.
“You might as well..”, her speech trailed and she slowly walked backwards, approaching the toilet at her back left, diagonal to her back knee.
“Ugh”, she groans as she glanced below. Drawing our attention to her distended belly, cradling it between the palms of her hands.
“It’s so swollen—I’m so swollen.. I don’t think I can actually unbutton myself.. I think it might just be.. s-stuck”, she sarcastically teases, stammering and wincing at the last word..
What the fu—uck is she going on about..? Stuck? Wha—she could just easily.. unhinge the button..?
“I swear.. if you’re gonna do that weird shit in my bathroom—“
—“What, are you gonna punish me..?”
Woah! What in the worl—
I’m physically stunned, but the pulsating pressure continues. In fact, there’s so little room below I’m bent over across my right thigh.
“What are you gonna do to me, if I do—I bet you won’t.”
This is such a wild ride of sensations for me: I don’t know whether to be annoyed, angered, or seduced! But the warmth below is screaming to be an enchanted snake.
Lost in a swirl of emotions, my sight blurs as does she, and my periphery enters a tunnel—
“Hmph! Ugh, there’s so much pressure!..”, her low voice risking getting caught, purposefully refusing to whisper.
Her feigned bemoaning pulling me out of my darkness.
“Stop!”, I try to whisper are much as possible.
“Mmm”, she winces and shakes, “I don’t think I can—“
She suddenly gasps and gaps her mouth, glancing down at her thighs, pausing frozen without so much as a gulp of breath..
The gap between her upper thighs twinkles a brief pin-drop glint of dark-blue, quickly spreading the whole breadth of her area!
“UH, No-Noo!..”, she bemoans at her crotch.
Without a forethought, I rush into the bathroom and lock the door behind me, lest my Dad heard what she just moaned into the corridor.
My back remained to her as I reflecting over my predicament until I heard the the flooring pattering below me. Swiftly twirling around, I stand only a few inches apart of her glistening dark jeans, utterly speechless—
—“I-I’m sorry, no really, I-I.. didn’t mean to actually..”, her voice takes a completely different tone with me now, quite jarring and suddenly different now that I fixate into her.
She’s serious.
“I-I.. was only teasing at first—thinking only a small dribble to.. but I tried stopping it-t-t..”, she stammers, her voice starting to whimper and hiccup.
“I-I.. w-was only t-teasing..”, she admits defeat as the her balloon uncontrollably deflates into her jeans.
The pattering was now strong, an unmitigated and constant rainstorm battering of the windows. She was in a state of flux: relishing in relief and anxious beyond compare.
And all I could do is watch her quivering and urinating into those same jeans, beside the toilet and onto my bathroom floor..
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In the Piss of It
Jay’s red-golden hair fell over her face as she stooped her head for a better sight at the damage: the front between her hips was ravaged by luminosity, her yellow bursting thick and ballooned beneath that on the surface her shine forced out a shimmering silhouette film of liquid, a scattered and glistened gleam of bathroom light, wavy in manner across the whole front rise, as her gap filled and seeped through the steamy fabric. She springs her hair behind her ears and slightly gaps her thighs. They tremble as they spread, though hardly opened, her humiliation began to softly hiss into her glowing crotch, now given leg-room to spray delightfully. It quickly streaks lines of darkness down both inseams, and though her thighs ever so slightly parted, a yellow-glinted waterfall took shape and cascaded in between. She closes the gap, ripping the waterfall, and shifted her stature (leaning more weight on her right leg), and being so near to her, I could hear the slush of her liquid hastily rushing past and against itself, displaced by her shutting thighs, squeezing past the thinly narrow spaces between her tender skin and saturated fabric; squelching, mixed with burbles and brief garbled hisses as the fabric shifted between her hips, as her thighs occasionally trembled from loss of control.
At first the floor was loudly spattering, but it had dulled a bit as her jeans became fully acquainted with its drench. Now her pee elegantly massaged its way across her legs and giving strings of rivulets to her inner ankles and tarsals. The yellow color of her urine visibly contrasted to her lighter ankles and grossly stained her low-ankle white socks into a yellowish-pink. They shined a noisy color, the tiny dots of fabric on its surface visibly wet, and the gaps between her left toes apparent. The cute rivulets wound around her ankles and gently kissed the puddle engulfing her, it softly burbling like a newly formed brook slapping its waters against the black pebbles partially submerged.
In a word, a shiny darkness exploded across the front of her legs like a flower blossoming, the source of the liquid expanding its reaches as it’s petals expanding outwards and curving back around, the left and right petals of piss striding the creases to each hip, and forming icicles from each branch across the dry front of her thighs.
For some reason unknown to me, it floored me under my pants, so much so that if she were glance over to me for a moment, she’d find my head subtly pulsating through. I was so hard it could quite possibly start to hurt, because I refused to indulge it, exasperating it, screaming beneath my briefs to be acknowledged yet I refused.
Though I was in awe, I couldn’t help feel frustrated—in fact, it was sort of fighting my myself: “touch her or scold her?” Fuck, I so badly wanted to just put my hand there and make her squelch more—make the exiting liquid slush and burble as the pressure of hand displaced the hot rushing flow—but I don’t know her, nor feel comfortable enough to get that personal; but she also was ruining the bathroom floor. But it was hot, but it was gross, but it was a good-gross—like something she should not do because it’s taboo—but, fuck!, was it hot to be taboo, to be naughty, and just forget the stigma altogether!
Saying I was torn is an understatement.
I wanted to explode on her, in both senses. My mind telling me to have her now and berate her later, but that was wrong. So indecisive, I just stood there hard as stone, watching the liquid come right out of her..
“Ugh.. fu-huh.. huh.. huh-ck, huh-ck.. huhhh, huhhhhh.. phewww..”, huffing and puffing her speech, her breathing then beginning to slow and slow.
“Uhhh.. thatjustfeelssooo.. g-good”, she slurred.
It’s as if she’s reach the finish line and began catching her breath back whilst trying to speak.
“Yes.. fuck, that’s about right..”, I utter devoid of emotion.
“What the fuck is going to happen next..?”, uncertainty in my voice, as I glance up to her eyes.
She looks up at me: droopy-eyed, lock-jawed, neck twitching, torso quivering—she was lost in her urination, it looked as though she had just cum in her pants before me: what’s done is done and seen is seen, she had no shame to whimper, nor worry to fret over; she just wanted to savor and bask in the hot flood slipping down her fair thighs, appreciating the rivulets twisting and turning around her knees, and urinating over her calves.
It was not soon that each pant-leg from the knees down was dark round the whole circumference, her shining pressing out the dark saturated jeans at the inseams, the streaming diverging at the inside of her knees: one continuing down her inner calves while the other glistening her shins just below the kneecap. Occasionally, her hamstrings twitched and knee jerked as ecstasy smothered the surface of her crotch and inner thighs.
Seeing her lost on her high was unnerving, having evaporated away all of my frustration, and what’s left of its heat coursing through my veins rushed on down below—I could cum any moment now at the slightest touch.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me—stop making that face..”, I tried snapping out of my stupor, and perhaps her as well.
“D-damn-huh.. huh.. y-your so s-sensitive—uuuuuhh..“, her throat interrupted by a heaving moan.
Gosh, she really knows how to push buttons. I could not deny her, I wish she were wrong.
“This is a d-disaster—we have t-to go back to the d-dinner table..”, I struggle to remind, trying to bring myself back to reality, that perhaps my pressure would disappear and not ruin me.
“It’s okay, we’ll figure something ou—“
—“We?!”
“Wha—you’re just gonna leave me here all pissy..? That would be humiliating.. that would.. actually be kinda hot—fuck, you’re making me horny..”
“What the fuck is wrong you..”, trying my worst to stop her, but it’s like her shame-meter is out-of-order!
“Yes, there’s something wrong with me.. look, you can’t imagine just how good it feels to just let go without a care in the world.. when you unclench, waiting impatiently for the head of the desperate stream to squirt out unrelenting, and drown the whole length of me with a pool of hotness. It’s such a rush between my legs..”
“I should walk right out this bathroom and whimper back to the dinner table: dribbling in my pissy pants, humiliated and embarrassed. Sure, the anxiety would be surreal, but ravishing myself in retrospect would be so unworldly I’d likely swoon myself in bed.. or maybe you’d—nah, you wouldn’t..”
“Wouldn’t what..?—”, she bringing my attention back to her.
—“Wow! You’re so fucking turned on, aren’t you?”
I tried to hide it, though the solidity has been unrelenting and rigid in front of her the whole time; but there’s no use, especially since she is maxed out on shame.
“Ahhh.. fuck! That felt so goood! See, now that you’re invited, welcome to the club!”
...
“C-club..?”, flabbergasted.
“Sure, you now know my secret—if you thought I had an accident last time, you sure know now that I do it on purpose!”
“But why..? The toilet is literally right here—like there”, I beckon with my right hand, “just peel your jeans away and pee in the bowl!”
“So, you’re not in the club..?”, her voice subtly saddens.
“What the fuck are you even, like, talking about?!”, anger hinting out of my confusion.
“Oh..”, her eyes bat away, as if now she’s decided to feel vulnerable and embarrassed.
“I-I.. thought.. that you.., and in your pants.., to me when I was.. you know..?”, stammering, as if she’s just been possessed by shyness.
“You think I got a kick out of the pee.. no!”, I try my best to pretend—look, I don’t even know at this point: all I know is watching her play with herself got me, she just happened to be wetting herself.. but then again it didn’t revolt me.. maybe I was just so intoxicated by her figure..?
“Shit.. I’m sorry, I-I completely misunderstood everything—I’ll help you clean this up, got any towels laying around?”, her mood once again taking a complete shift: it’s like she was bipolar.. or something..?
“Yeah, they’re outside in the closet—“, my body opening the bathroom door.
—“Jason..?! Jay—Are y—oh my.. the floor.. W-What the fuck—“
—“Dad, please, wait—I can explain!..”
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Too Good to be True
“Jason, what the fuck are you doing in the bathroom with her—this completely inappropriate!”, my dad berating my face.
“Dad, I was—I.. just.. Jay—“
—“Jay, a-are you o-okay, I’m so sorry this happened.. oh my..”, Dad’s red face growing red with second-hand embarrassment.
“Oh, honey—noo.. not again—I’m taking you to a doctor: you’ve been having these accidents now one too many”, her Mom having followed Dad’s irate voice down the corridor, stumbling upon a soaked Jay.
“Ugh—Mom!?”, Jay’s reddening face shouted, her tone confused and questioning.
“D-dad, I was just.. helping her to find the way and.. and..”
Fuck, I can’t come up with anything at the moment to throw in the face of this predicament..
“..and the button was stuck, Mr. Wellis. I tried to undo it myself but I couldn’t, so Jason offered to help.. b-but.. i-it was too late.. it took too long, sir..”, her eyes cast by the wayside and she bites her corner lips shyly with embarrassment.
Somehow in the thick of the situation, her Mom and my Dad did not notice the bulge sitting in my pants. I subtly quickly turned to Jay and readjusted, such that I could effectively hide it, but Jay fully witnessed my shifting it elsewhere, glancing down while her body stood frozen and covered in her cooling piss.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wellis, for the bathroom—I’ll.. I-I’ll.. o-offer to clean it up—“
—“No, no!.. hearing from your mother, none of this is your fault.. I’ll have Jason do it—“
—“But!—“
—“But what..? Jason please clean this up, but before you do, just step out and away over here for a moment!”, Dad commanded, though as if he was trying to suppress irritation.
“What the fuck are you doing—giving her a helping-hand: we’re supposed to have dinner and get to know each other better. This is not exactly what I had in mind! Clean this mess and head to bed.. perhaps I can smooth things over.. a bit.. considering..”, and he beckons his right arm to the corridor.
“Dad, but Jay said—“
—“No, just stop; she said what she said and that’s fine; what’s done is done. Clean it up.”
Wow, that interaction literally made no sense whatsoever. But, sure, I’ll clean up the piss.. her piss.
“Mom, let’s just go home—“
—“Now listen here: we’re here to make a good impression—your Dad—“
—“He’s not my Dad”, Jay interjects—
—“Your Dad..”, her mom reemphasizes further, “..and I are married and we’re..”, emphasizing again, “..gonna be a family; so start acting like it! This isn’t exactly acting like it!”
“I’m sorry, Mom, let me just ask my bladder permission to stop peeing in my knickers!”, Jay hits back with irritated sarcasm.
“Sweetie, we need to get you a doctor—you’re 22, 22!, and still having these accidents..”, her mom voices fades into unintelligible whisper as I try to overhear while Dad continues.
Wow, Jay has accidents.. that’s embarrassing.. but she sure does play them off as intentional, like she enjoys purposely letting it out into her pants—but maybe it’s accidental and she enjoys the accident..? Ugh, I don’t even know..
“Mom, let’s just go home..”, Jay’s tried voice gives in.
Overhearing, Dad rushes to them:
“Wait, no, it’s fine, stay..”
“..n-no, we need to get home”, her mother responds.
“No, no, it’s fine. Jason has a spare of pajamas she can fit”, Dad reassures; “right, son”, he mutters under his breath with THE stare.
“Dear, no, no.. it’s okay, I think it’s best if we just go—“
—“No! No! I insist, I want to spend more time together, and I think this would be better for us to be together more.. though somewhat embarrassing, but still an experience of getting through a tough time.. together..”, Dad rationalizes.
“Well.. ugh.. I-I.. don’t know—where would we sleep?”
“You can sleep with.. me..?”, Dad posits, his voice almost taking a seductive turn at the last word—but, yep, his eyes definitely were thinking it.
Ugh, and now her Mom’s brows sightly rose with curiosity—ugh.. such is my life..
Jay looks at me perplexed, then purses her lips, twiddling with her fingers, whose hands held clasped over the massive dark stain painted across the whole front of her legs; there was a slight grin twitching out her left lip-corner, almost like she was trying to hide the idea that she wanted to stay.
Fuck, her thighs must be freezing by now as Dad and Kathy thought to have their way with each other, with a sleep over at the Wellis’, as Jay’s cold soles stood in the puddle of her own making.
“Ok.”, her mom said.
“Ok, great!”, Dad exclaimed, then rushed me.
“Jason, get Jay a pair of your pajamas and clean this up, please.”
“And Jay..?”
“What do you mean?”
“What will she do?”
“Hmm.. for now.. just stand in the bathtub while he cleans up—actually, Jason, before you start, hand over her shower needs and clothes and whatnot.”
“Yes, master..”, I mutter, grumbling.
Dad just eyes me.
“In the meantime, I’ll be finishing dinner with your mother”, Dad ends, and turns back around the corner into the dining room.
I just look at her, annoyed and speechless, to which she bursts out giggling, hand over face trying to hide it.. but really..? No.
“A 22-year old that has accidents: laugh all you want, but you’re the real laughing-stock..”, unrelenting with petty.
She giggles even harder now and I shake my head in response, only getting more annoyed that I didn’t annoy her.
“So weird, so strange—“
—her snickering now blatantly interrupting..
“Don’t make me laugh too hard, or I’ll leak a little and add to your troubles..”, she promises with more coy.
I glare at her, clasping my hands before her, only a bent-knee away from pleading her not to.
“While you’re doing that.. I think I’ll take my shower now..”, she responds with feigned entitlement.
“Are you serious, I’ve hardly begun—“
—“Exactly, it’s going to take forever, so let’s hit two birds with one stone, huh..?”
“You’re not embarrassed that I’m only a curtain away from your naked body..?”
Her eyes smile at me: of course she’s not, she just fucking pissed right in front of me, glanced at my hard-on multiple times, admitted that she was essentially turned-on, need I go on to prove myself otherwise?
She turns to the shower head and renders the release to hot. The hot water squirts right onto her red chest.
“Holy fuck..”, but the showering too loud for her to hear me.
She starts showering in her clothes, the hot water soaking her shirt into clinging dark red, the front turning translucent, contrasting her B-size black bra and her fair torso. Her red-golden hair slowly starting to almost turn orange. She starts smearing the waters all over, as if really trying to get it spread everywhere across her torso as fast as possible. She starts to caress herself, grabbing her breasts and softly moaning beneath the shower head.
Fuck, I can’t even.. c-clean this up! All I want to do is watch her.. and slowly but surely that pressure reinvigorated, choking underneath the fabric.
Soon the front of her shirt was much longer, as it absorbed a fair amount of hot water and dangled over the front of her jeans, whose frontal soaking stain re-darkens under the shower head, albeit with actual water this time around.
“Ugh, fuck.. the hot water on my cold thighs is incomparable..”, she continues softly moaning thereafter, as she follows the curves of her legs, canvassing all the crevices and creases in between.
No fucking shame, this girl: she just does it right in front of me, right after our parents were just here a moment ago..
Her slithering hands continue all over herself, disappearing between her upper thighs at the front, then wrapping around her hips to the back, sliding her right-hand fingers from the base of her back and disappearing downward into her butt. She tugs on herself upwards, which forces her jaw wide and her eyelids shut; it makes her back arch and shoulders jerk, lolling her head and the shower head directly squirting on her moaning face.
She turns to me, finding my poor self stunned on his knees, kneeling in her piss in awe, his pants overstuffed and molding the almost painfully throbbing shape back.
She looks at me giggling and biting her bottom lips when her eyes shift down below. I was looking up at her, the bathroom light partially gleaming off her dark red shirt, her cleavage molded beneath and its fair skin half visible, supported by a black wrap-around and below her supple waist partially seen through.
Fuck, it was gorgeous—s-she.. was gorgeous..
I just could not let go of my stare..
“Fuck, this is so hot..”, her voice barely makable in the midst of the showering water yet I remain in awe unfazed. The throbbing is now unbearable. I can’t help but push it into myself, forcing my eyelids shut and my head quivering as the pleasure irradiates outwards from the hard source.
“I know right, the water, right..?”, not even understanding what I’m meant to be saying to her.
Her eyes shift back up to my own and starts eating her left corner-lip, then shifts back to the burden in my pants.
“Fuck, it’s so hot that you’re kneeling in my pee..”, she quickly squeezes her breasts at the sight and bites her lips harder.
“C-could you.. l-like.. sit all the way..?”, she hesitates but takes the risk.
“Hmm.. wha—oh.. l-like.. on my butt..?”, she readily affirms with her head.
I pause for a moment, unsure whether I should follow through in her request.. this is.. all.. just a bit.. out of my depth..
She catches my hesitation, quickly responding by lifting the water-stretched front of her dangling shirt and placing her head through the head-sleeve so that front is now sprung behind and on her neck, forming an inverted triangle pointing to and revealing her soaked bra, and squeezing her breasts further as her shirt clings to her torso tighter. Perhaps she thought I wanted a quid pro quo.. but getting a better vision on her breasts was enough for me start moving—and it quickly turned into a little mind-reading game..
Sitting on my knees and calves, I gapped my thighs, further elucidating the rigid pencil underneath the pants fabric, resting on my upper right thigh, and slowly slid my back thighs down past in between my inner calves, until the back-thigh fabric of my shorts touched her moderately yellow piss puddle on the floor. I slowly sat at an incline, my inner thighs closest to my knees embracing a warm absorption first, the lukewarm feeling slowly traveling upwards towards the narrowness between my inner thighs and crotch.
Her eyes grew wide and dilated, her lips parting at the sight. She rewards me with a moaning-induced squeezing of her breasts, its cleavage tantalizingly more obvious and clear to my liking. Her hands massage them some more while her face seductively relaxed with pleasure. Soon the lukewarm became cold, now feeling cool wetness inside my butt and on my back thighs and calves.
After molesting her torso for me, though it wasn’t explicitly asked for, she glided her left hand down and across the breadth of her waist, dipping the tip of her middle finger below the button of her jeans, to which I quickly stared at, then shift my eyes to her greens and shook my head no. Her eyebrows lifted then scrunched and head tilted to the right.
“Are you afraid..?”, she asked perplexed?
I shook my head.
She paused for a moment and dipped her fingers a little more deeper—
—“Stop!”, I voiced, my extended arm also beckoning to her.
“What’s wrong..?”, she asked confused.
“What do you mean: ‘what’s wrong’..? This! All of this! We can’t be doing this..!”
Gosh, you wouldn’t believe how much my body was screaming for my mind to shut the fuck up, and let her continue; let her fingers sink and slip into herself, her hand disappearing behind and relish in the imminent squelching.. but suddenly the moral compass took the reins.
“I can’t do this—I can’t watch you do this.. it’s too weird for me..”, I shake my head, starting to get up, her drops of pee dripping off my pants, some starting to tinkle from my rear, down my back thighs and tickling my back knees.
“Jason, you already came to me.. we’re past the point, might as well.. just..”, she trails with ellipsis, expecting me to agree.
I shake my head no, head slightly down and eyes humbled in shame.
“You’re no doubt beautiful, stunning, but I can’t—the coming: that really was by accident, I didn’t have control over it.. like.. your face singing ecstasy while your fingers squelched under your pants was so fucking hot, but it was also unexpected and that through me off completely.. but now I know where this is headed, and can’t go through with it.. I can’t..”
I got up and glanced at the damage to the back of my pants. Fuck, I’m going to have to hide this.. actually, I’ll just say I slipped or something..
“Wow, so you made me do all that for nothing..?”, the bitterness clearly shown out of her voice, almost drowned out from the waters, but her face corroborates.
“I didn’t make you do anything—you just miscalculated..”
“Take your shower—lemme close this—and I’ll clean this up, shower in the other bathroom and head to bed..”
She stood there speechless and stunned, having been rejected in the midst of apparent acceptance. She slowly turned back to the shower head and unclothed herself whilst I cleaned up the mess, the silence between us almost unbearable, but it was necessary.
She finished her shower just as I cleaned everything up..
“Can you get out.. so I can step out..?”, she requests low-voiced, upset strewn about her face.
“Yeah.. hey, look, we’re supposed to be siblings.. and siblings don’t this kind of thing..”
But she didn’t say anything nor looked at me.
I stepped out and closed the door the behind me, and if my body could speak it would tell me that I was a fuckin’ idiot and made all of this weird when it wasn’t..
It is what it is.. I guess..
I just need to sleep this off..
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"Oh gawd why did I drink so much? Oh I hate myself soooo much!". She waited on line in her dark blue, double strap, exposed-back dress. The queue was so long and the wait time so damn long, it was unbearable. She cursed under her breath for having such a great time and not thinking about her need to go. She clenched her hands into fists whole grabbing her dress near her groin area. Susan was in worse shape than ever and never let herself get this bursting.
Today, Susan made plans to hang out with her friends. That included Shadow Cat, Black Widow, Jean Gray, Sharon Carter, and Wanda Maximov. They had been fighting mutants and criminal syndicates galore. Plus, they stopped a plot by Magneto to attack the capital of the USA. Green Goblin, Red Skull + Hydra, Ultron, and Sinister had been causing serious problems. Things got so bad that every mutant laid low or moved to Genosha runned by Magneto.
The attack on the capital was the last straw by nonmutant opponents of the mutant community. Now Dr. McCoy and Profesor Xavier could say or do nothing to sway the minds of these people. They wanted to see the eradication of the mutants whom they saw as mistakes of mother nature. Even Spiderman, Avengers like Hulk and Red Hulk, Captain Marvel, X-Men, Antman, Wanda, and Fantastic Four weren't spared the ridicule by the public.
But after 3 weeks laying low following the past month of criminal nonsense, it was time to come out of hiding. It was time to return to normal and live life. No more worrying or self blaming. Susan, fiancee to Mr. Fantastic, wanted to hang out with friends. She felt it was time to decompress from all the stress and worrying what others think. It was time to take a day off for vacation, hang out with hee friends. She called all of them via Skype to discuss hanging out which they all agreed.
Today, a Friday, was the day and at last it came. They met at the mall for some shopping and having lunch. "How do these dresses make me look gals?" Asked Shadow Cat. Sharon and Black Widow replied "It could be tailored to your size but otherwise the design is amazing on you." Jean and Wanda thought their opinions about the dress. "A red floral pattern would suit you better than blue but that is my point of view." Jean said. Wanda didn't care what she chose as her focus was elsewhere.
Wanda wanted more scarlet capes with some matching color boots. Her previous boots were worn out and couldn't be worn any further. Her response was to do what she wanted. "Nothing looks more beautiful than the clothes that make you feel beautiful. If you feel that way, it will show." Shadow Cat was so happy to have such good friends. After lunch they went to see a movie, indulging in more soda, with some popcorn or candy. They all ordered large sodas for themselves to view the movie.
It was a typical female's only movie about self discovery and growth. They didn't mind some suggestive stuff as long as it didn't get pornographic, which it didn't. They enjoyed the move and headed out for taking pictures near the bay. They chatted up a storm about their personal lives and finally spoke about the stupid crime crisis, but in a manner that allowed them to blow off steam. "I'm so tired of hearing about Magento's holocaust survivor message and how mutants should rise up against nonmutants." Jean said. Susan agreed and so did the others.
"That guy tries to make people like me and Sharon seem like we should be ashamed of being born. Like I killed his family in Nazi Germany? Like I killed Pedro's mother? Like I didn't suffer at the hands of evil people too? Come on! And you don't see me making myself or other mutants out to be victims." Black Widow chimed. "Yeah and it's not like my father helps in that department like that idiot Juggernaut. He's an idiotic one-man wrecking ball!" Wanda said.
"I just wish we mutants didn't have to live in fear of being discriminated and taunted, or made to feel as though society hates them. I don't mean to throw identity politics and divide the masses, but I have faced a lot of issues with people who hate my guts even after I do hero work like Susan and Jean. Why the other day, someone broke into my apartment, ransacked my place and torched it. That's so unfair. And my nonmutant friend living next door is too afraid to speak with me." Shadow Cat said.
Things were pretty bad and sometimes fights broke put. Why they even witnessed two families fighting for the right to picnic, and even chastising their children for playing with each other. One family was mutant while the other was without powers. These 6 women got up and intervened. "This is 2023 and still we haven't put aside out differences already. Seriously, why do we have to keep talking about this?" Susan asked.
"And why can't two kids play kick ball each other? What's the harm?" Sharon retorted. Jean and Shadow Cat expressed their frustration with Black Widow and Wanda about the stupid identity politics. Jean, Susan, Sharon, Shadow Cat, Wanda, and Black Widow were all told by the parents to take the proverbial hike in the least civilized way possible and to stay out of this. The words used were so foul they all left, but not without encouraging the children to have fun and ignore the hate.
Next off, they chose to go for dinner and finish the day with having fun at a night club for dancing. It wasn't seedy or shady, just a safe place for everyone to hang out. It had many rebel-minded people and those looking for a good time. Here, no one gave a hoot about nothing but fun. The realities of life and society were but a distant dimension for these partygoers. They danced away the night and enjoyed the drinks. Susan reclaimed her youthful times on college when times were simpler, and single.
She maintained her fiancee position, not kissing or getting sexual with other men. She made sure to show her engagement ring to others when men or lesbians showed up. The other 5 women of their group also danced the night away, letting all the stress of life flow out from them and let loose. It was therapeutic. No more death, crime, powers, nada. There was only serenity and having a great time.
But from 8 pm to about 12 midnight, the partying went on. And so did the consumption of juice and some wine. Susan drank too much and danced away the night. She forgot about her need to pee and now she had to go ever so badly. She was severely bursting to pee as the club continued to party but also begin to shut down. Closing time began to appear, and some partygoers began leaving. Sharon and Black Widow enjoyed the night but they had to get going. Shadow Cat, Jean, Wanda and Susan remained.
Susan said her good-byes to her friends and new acquaintances, then made her way to the queue, which stretched out for what seemed like miles. Susan couldn't believe this and didn't understand how a like can form, and possibly take so long. Even now in 2023. (FYI: her dress looked like the one below. She also didn't wear a brazier or undergarment.)
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Susan waited on line for the longest 60 minutes of her life. During that time, she cursed herself for drinking so much fluids. Susan had been desperate to go before but she could handle it. A kick to the stomach, being held hostage for a few hours, or being on a stealth mission was manageable. But that was because she wasn't this desperate, and she never indulged in so much fluids.
Today, she ingested soda during her lunch and at the movie theater. She had water helpings with her dinner, and now juice with wine at the nightclub. It was mostly the wine and two extra glasses of wine. All the fluids plus the foods she ate finally hit her hard. She could wait for hours before going but this time she was truly desperate. She was bursting for a nice and clean release into a toilet bowl in a stall. She held tightly for dear life as her need to grew.
It was terrible a feeling as she had to go NOW. She grabbed her dress, wincing and grimacing in need for the bathroom. She couldn't believe the women's bathroom line got this bad even now. "I wish this line would move. It's been 10 minute already." Susan thought. She was adamant on not peeing herself in public. She didn't want an accident on the floor nor on her feet and shoes. After all, she wasn't severely bursting. She wasn't wearing undergarment for her top and her secret area. She was completely commando underneath. And it was damn obvious not that she cared the whole day.
Usually she wore her suit with a built in leakage lining. It was good for both the period and her bladder needs. But she wasn't prepared. She just wanted to cast off being the Invisible Woman for a day and just be Susan Storm hanging out with her girlfriends. At this point, Wanda also left with her ride which wasn't a vehicle, but a being. It was Vision. He went up and away to take Wanda home. She preferred Vision over Magneto or Pedro.
And Kurt was going through issues with the X-Men that didn't allow him to date the daughter of Magneto. Jean and Shadow Cat sat down in their seats feeling a significant need to go but nothing severe. They could wait a while and they waited for their friend. Plus, they felt a little drunk along with a few nonmutants and Jubilee. "So how's it going *******? Life's going great? Mine's a killer with Gambit." Jubilee said.
She is the mutant who creates the fireworks from her hands. She is usually with Gambit. (X-Men cartoon 1994). Jean and Shadow Cat just lifted their thumbs up 👍 to imply everything was good today. Then, they let their arm fall down in a limbo. They were so tired and so happy for relaxing. But they wanted to get home to sleep off the wine. But first was to wait for Susan. They knew it would be a while though the time passed and their annoyance started to grow.
By now 20 minutes passed and still Susan didn't get far. Only 3 people went in and left. Susan was still so far behind. During the first twenty minutes, she held her dress tightly for dear life. She stood there trying not to think about her need to go. Susan thought of everything she did today but her need was too much. She could feel the urge to go churning and her bladder full from all the fluids poured into it by her kidneys. Susan thought of her friends waiting for her but how could she go faster when the line was slow.
She wished the universe would temporarily make everyone in front of her disappear so she could just quickly empty her bladder and come out. Afterwards, everything could go back to normal and everyone would return to being on line. Sadly, Tony with the help of Dr. Pym and Antman put the infinity stones back in their appropriate time and place, and it was agreed that such power should be kept away from anyone as the urge to be corrupt was too great.
Susan scrunched her face, hunched forward and expressing anxiety as she needed the bathroom ever so badly. Jean and Shadow Cat remained at the table tired and exhausted from the day. After 20 minutes, only 3 people went inside and came out. The boy's bathroom line was 3 guys only. 5 minutes later, few girls, one of them transgender, jumped from the line for relief. The ladies bathroom line moved up by 5 people which still didn't help. There were still 30 people ahead of Susan and 15 more behind her.
"Only 8 people moves and still nothing changed. Oh I have to go. If I don't go I will end up taking my leak right here and now. And I don't have my suit on. I'm going to end up wetting myself. Oh I wish I didn't wear such a revealing outfit." Susan thought to herself. She started scissoring her legs and shaking her fanny trying to hold it in. She didn't want the urge to overtake her willpower and did everything she could to hold it. Wetting herself was not an option. She thought of turning invisible but that required going totally naked.
Susan wasn't about to go barefoot nudist even if she was hidden in plain sight. And how would she get in there. Everyone would notice the door opening and closing by itself or she might bump into someone. That would be it. People would know an invisible naked woman cut the line. "Ew!" She thought. But there must a be a way. She wasn’t about to go to the men's bathroom let alone those for employees. She could try going in there via invisibility. But there wasn't privacy to go invisible and undress, and with whom could she leave her clothes and shoes with? Then she has to make her way back to the line. That was a pain in the neck in her mind.
Susan stood there staring at the bathroom up ahead, longingly for her chance to use the bathroom. Her need to go only increased as time went on. Her friends Shadow Cat and Jean were becoming antsy as they too needed release and sleep. "Come on Sue! We can't wait her forever. It's been half an hour already. The line isn't going to move any faster. By the time you get your chance, the nightclub doors will close. We need to find another place to go." Jean said. Shadow Cat agreed with Jean. Shadow Cat didn't want to wait any longer and have an accident.
Susan didn't want to lose her place on line but what good did it do to stay. It was obvious that it was time to leave. By now, Susan was even more bursting, bobbing up and down from her need to pee. The exit from her urinary tract felt the growing pressure and couldn't hang longer. Susan and her friends made their way past the crowd of dancing and chatting party-goers. It was a bumpy walk, being elbowed and stepped on. One person accidentally elbowed Susan in the groin, causing her pee to jet closer to the exit doors. In fact, it was right against it.
Another group stepped on the back of her shoe, causing her to whimper in pain. She had to be careful not to trip on herself, and accidentally start peeing. Just as they were about to leave the dance hall, trouble made its way into the dance hall. The lights shut off, the music went silent, and the crowd entered into a state of confusion. Susan became more troubled by all this. "Really! They can't pay their electric bill?" she thought. But things were about to get worse as the trouble just started.
From every direction, lights turned on along with gun shots and the doors to the hall burst opened. Everyone turned towards pandemonium as party-goers started running in all directions. Susan and her friends moved to one side as the crowd of people tried to get out. But they couldn't as the crowd was herded back inside the hall by swat-like military. No one understood what was happening and why. Was this a terrorist attack? And if so, by whom? Or was this a special black-ops section of the military? Why would they come here?
These military officers took over the dance hall and even the nightclub building. They fired back at anyone not listening and tayzered others. Still, others were forcefully brought to a chair or to one corner to remain on their knees, while others arrested. Party-goers trying to fight back or use their mutant powers were no match for these armed men. Incoming into the hall was Colonel Moss and accompanied by Dr. Bolivar Trask and Senator Kelly. Jean and Shadow Cat knew this wasn't good if anti-mutant people were here.
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Colonel Moss called out to his men to secure the area and stay by the doors. They shut the doors, locking it from the inside. The crowd kept screaming and trying to leave, while others were herded to one corner or to their tables. Susan, Jean, and Shadow Cat were horrified by what they saw. They didn't understand what this was and why the military was here. Suddenly, they were met with guns pointed at them. "Don't move. Don't resist. You do what we say!" Susan couldn't believe she was being held hostage at a time when she was so desperate. She was bursting and being held here like this was the last thing on her mind.
Colonel Moss fired his weapon into the ceiling, thus quieting everyone else down. "I am Colonel Moss from the United States military and the new military taskforce seen before you. As you know, the scourge of mutants has caused so much pain and suffering. Even vigilante mutants are no exception. They must all be eradicated to ensure the safety of all who call themselves members of the human race. The era of superpowers has come to an end. This taskforce, known as the Mutant Registration Division, will round up and eliminate anyone who calls himself or herself a mutant. Don't be alarmed for those who don't have powers. We are here to keep you safe from these superpowered freaks. Mutants! You can't hide and we will find you."
Dr. Trask came forward with a meter of some sort in hand and controlling it with the other hand. Dr. Trask moved the dial and set the correct parameters before pointing the meter at the crowd. At first, the meter didn't pick up anything as he motioned to his right, then his left. But as soon as he moved 20 degrees to his left, the meter sounded off a high pitch alarm for all to hear. The person being metered became alarmed at the possibility of being found out. She maintained her calm and feigning ignorance. "What is that thing? Point it away from me." the person spoke. But Dr. Trask gestured to Colonel Moss the person was a mutant. Colonel Moss didn't waste time and ordered his men to make an arrest.
Without hesitation, Colonel Moss' men fired off a stun shot against the person, watching the person fall to the ground. Screams and whispers permeated the room as some believed a murder happened. Colonel Moss spoke about what happened. "Don't worry, the mutant monster has been neutralized. No one has been killed. This ... this ... this creature is just rendered unconscious and now will be cuffed for arrest. We, the MRD, are a taskforce commissioned by Senator Kelly and the U.S. President to deal with the scourge of mutants. Again, nonmutants won't be harmed by our efforts. Any mutant who willingly turns himself or herself in will also be spared from death. Any mutant that resists and attacks us or innocent civilians will be dealt with."
Susan and her friends were overcome with anxiety as now mutants were targeted. Not only that, but Susan was more annoyed than ever. She is bursting and the last thing she needs is this nonsense. Colonel Moss spoke further. "The human race will no longer tolerate mutants in society as they are a menace and nearly destroyed the most powerful country in the world. It's time to take action to rid the scourge of mutants and don't bother preaching love and peace. No mutant is safe or peaceful. Their powers are a threat and a danger. It is only a matter of time before they destroy us. We will begin detecting and rounding up mutants for the protection of those who can't and those who have suffered enough at their hands."
Senator Kelly chimed in. "Mutants no longer can hide or get protection from the likes of Professor Xavier. His preaching won't stop this effort." One by one, MRD officers began scouting for mutants. Their scouters can detect for the mutant X-gene and allow them to round up mutants. Susan, Jean, and Shadow Cat were afraid of where mutants would be taken and how they would be treated. Colonel Moss spoke once more. "Oh and these scouters are also good for finding Magneto's associate, Mystique. Long has she been able to get away with committing crimes and evading our authorities by taking on the appearance of anyone. Not any longer. Not this time. These scouters were specifically designed not only to flush out mutants, but to flush out the top lieutenant of the Mutant Brotherhood. We know you're here! Our intelligence is perfect this time!"
"Oh great, Mystique is here. That's why, and all because of Magneto's stupidity." Jean replied in annoyance. "I hate that guy so much. He has to make everything about himself. He gives mutants like us a bad name." Shadow Cat whispered. Susan didn't want to hear any of this. "Girls! Help me out here! I still have to piss like a racehorse and I don't think I can hold it for another 30 minutes. Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" She whimpered. Susan had to pee so badly. It had been 40 minutes since she got on line and still nothing. First the line, now this. What's a mutant got to do to take a pee into the toilet?
One mutant was already found out since the first person from before (Who got stunned) was outed. This person was a 21-year-old graduate student enjoying her first night out with her friends. "Hey let go of me I have just as much (zap) .........". She was rendered unconscious by the MRD men and taken out in handcuffs. Another mutant, a male waiter was removed from the premises also tried resisting before being knocked out. Another mutant started hurling energy balls only to be shot and killed. Pandemonium broke out as screams, people ran towards the entrance only to be held back, some pleading to be left alone. One mutant was being taken away from his nonmutant sister. The sister tried to make MRD stop but she was knocked out cold with hit to the head with the butt of the stun rifle.
The brother called out to his sister, but no one could help him. Susan stood there watching, every instinct told her to go invisible, but she just couldn't do it. She was fighting an internal wave upon wave of desperation. She squatted to try and hold it, even biting her lip. But alas, nothing helped. Even her friends began subtly bobbing up and down every 20 seconds. It was a half-second bend of the knees and mostly just felt discomfort. They were desperate and had to pee, but not as much as their friend Susan. Luckily, some mutants like Jubilee made her way over to the gang to assist if necessary.
"Hey girls, we need to scram. This place is MRD central now. And what's with Susan?" Jubilee asked Jean. Jean replied "Sue's gotta pee so badly. We need to go or else." "Yeah we can't stay here. I am not letting them take me away. I have to use my powers and get help." Jean tried to stop her, but she just left by phasing through the wall to the other side, phasing through even the MRD guards. She ended up surrounded by them and chose to let herself fall through the ground to the subway. She knew the underground subway easily and made her way to the nearest station.
Susan still kept holding her dress without holding her nether region like a stupid little girl. "Great. Shadow Cat leaves us. Hopefully, she gets us help. I can't hold it. I have to pee now. Or else I'll end up ..... (gasp) .....". The worst possible thing happened. Susan just witnessed a girl being taken away in handcuffs for being a mutant with the power to make things turn into stone. She tried to resist but it wasn't much of a resistance. She cried out to be let go, but the MRD wouldn't. Suddenly, she ended up having an accident as she was being taken away. She was wetting her jeans, but that didn't stop the MRD from doing their job. Susan almost had an accident now.
Jean tried to calm her down while trying to maintain her own dryness. "Don't worry about that girl. Just forget you saw that. We all know seeing running water makes your situation worse .... and mine too." Jubilee made a face to express annoyance. "Really? How much did you have tonight? Seriously. Look just hold your water until we get out of here." Jubilee said. Suddenly, a fight broke out and stun shots fired. A mutant shooting wooden daggers fought back against the MRD, killing a few in the process. The pandemonium caused more panic and some panic-stricken guests managed to pass through the MRD guards holding up the entrance into the hall.
Colonel Moss radioed his men outside to round up any mutants caught escaping. "Don't worry about the mutant who can walk through walls and people. We will catch her later. Besides, the routes into and out of the subway and the city are closed off. She can't get far." he said. After another 5 minutes, Colonel Moss got everyone under control and quieted down the remainder of the guests. More mutants complied and sat down or went to one corner or another in the hall. Some turned themselves in while others prayed they wouldn't be found. It wasn't long before Susan and her friends were found out.
For the next 10 minutes, Susan battled wave after wave of desperation to pee. She wrapped and double wrapped her right leg around the other. She tried to lessen the intensity of the urge while bobbing up and down. No matter what she did, it didn't help at all. "HmmmmMmmmmmMmmmmm .... " She whimpered while holding her dress tight for dear life. She had to pee, and the pressure was becoming too great that she might end up peeing here and now. "Why now of all times? I have to pee so badly and I can't hold it. Hopefully their jails have adequate bathrooms." Susan thought. She could feel her time running out.
10 minutes later, a group of people gasped as the MRD arrested a nonmutant for supporting anti-government activities against mutants and supporting the Mutant Brotherhood. He was carrying a knife, tazer, and illegal contraband in support of the Magneto. In fact, this guy was secretly taking pictures to be sent by email to an associate of Magneto to warn them of the impending doom. He warned the government would take action and now it has.
Now Colonel Moss gave a new directive. "Anyone suspected of or indeed found out to be a supporter of or indeed a mutant will be arrested. We will also begin body pat downs and check for weapons. Your belongings are no longer your own!" That was enough for people like Jubilee to get fired up and ready to punch a few MRD men in the face. Susan didn't have time for this nor the luxury. She wasn't about to go nudist nor have an accident on display. She didn't feel great about giving a show.
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Susan and her friends were overcome with anxiety as now mutants were targeted. Not only that, but Susan was more annoyed than ever. She is bursting and the last thing she needs is this nonsense. Colonel Moss spoke further. "The human race will no longer tolerate mutants in society as they are a menace and nearly destroyed the most powerful country in the world. It's time to take action to rid the scourge of mutants and don't bother preaching love and peace. No mutant is safe or peaceful. Their powers are a threat and a danger. It is only a matter of time before they destroy us. We will begin detecting and rounding up mutants for the protection of those who can't and those who have suffered enough at their hands."
Senator Kelly chimed in. "Mutants no longer can hide or get protection from the likes of Professor Xavier. His preaching won't stop this effort." One by one, MRD officers began scouting for mutants. Their scouters can detect for the mutant X-gene and allow them to round up mutants. Susan, Jean, and Shadow Cat were afraid of where mutants would be taken and how they would be treated. Colonel Moss spoke once more. "Oh and these scouters are also good for finding Magneto's associate, Mystique. Long has she been able to get away with committing crimes and evading our authorities by taking on the appearance of anyone. Not any longer. Not this time. These scouters were specifically designed not only to flush out mutants, but to flush out the top lieutenant of the Mutant Brotherhood. We know you're here! Our intelligence is perfect this time!"
"Oh great, Mystique is here. That's why, and all because of Magneto's stupidity." Jean replied in annoyance. "I hate that guy so much. He has to make everything about himself. He gives mutants like us a bad name." Shadow Cat whispered. Susan didn't want to hear any of this. "Girls! Help me out here! I still have to piss like a racehorse and I don't think I can hold it for another 30 minutes. Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" She whimpered. Susan had to pee so badly. It had been 40 minutes since she got on line and still nothing. First the line, now this. What's a mutant got to do to take a pee into the toilet?
One mutant was already found out since the first person from before (Who got stunned) was outed. This person was a 21-year-old graduate student enjoying her first night out with her friends. "Hey let go of me I have just as much (zap) .........". She was rendered unconscious by the MRD men and taken out in handcuffs. Another mutant, a male waiter was removed from the premises also tried resisting before being knocked out. Another mutant started hurling energy balls only to be shot and killed. Pandemonium broke out as screams, people ran towards the entrance only to be held back, some pleading to be left alone. One mutant was being taken away from his nonmutant sister. The sister tried to make MRD stop but she was knocked out cold with hit to the head with the butt of the stun rifle.
The brother called out to his sister, but no one could help him. Susan stood there watching, every instinct told her to go invisible, but she just couldn't do it. She was fighting an internal wave upon wave of desperation. She squatted to try and hold it, even biting her lip. But alas, nothing helped. Even her friends began subtly bobbing up and down every 20 seconds. It was a half-second bend of the knees and mostly just felt discomfort. They were desperate and had to pee, but not as much as their friend Susan. Luckily, some mutants like Jubilee made her way over to the gang to assist if necessary.
"Hey girls, we need to scram. This place is MRD central now. And what's with Susan?" Jubilee asked Jean. Jean replied "Sue's gotta pee so badly. We need to go or else." "Yeah we can't stay here. I am not letting them take me away. I have to use my powers and get help." Jean tried to stop her, but she just left by phasing through the wall to the other side, phasing through even the MRD guards. She ended up surrounded by them and chose to let herself fall through the ground to the subway. She knew the underground subway easily and made her way to the nearest station.
Susan still kept holding her dress without holding her nether region like a stupid little girl. "Great. Shadow Cat leaves us. Hopefully, she gets us help. I can't hold it. I have to pee now. Or else I'll end up ..... (gasp) .....". The worst possible thing happened. Susan just witnessed a girl being taken away in handcuffs for being a mutant with the power to make things turn into stone. She tried to resist but it wasn't much of a resistance. She cried out to be let go, but the MRD wouldn't. Suddenly, she ended up having an accident as she was being taken away. She was wetting her jeans, but that didn't stop the MRD from doing their job. Susan almost had an accident now.
Jean tried to calm her down while trying to maintain her own dryness. "Don't worry about that girl. Just forget you saw that. We all know seeing running water makes your situation worse .... and mine too." Jubilee made a face to express annoyance. "Really? How much did you have tonight? Seriously. Look just hold your water until we get out of here." Jubilee said. Suddenly, a fight broke out and stun shots fired. A mutant shooting wooden daggers fought back against the MRD, killing a few in the process. The pandemonium caused more panic and some panic-stricken guests managed to pass through the MRD guards holding up the entrance into the hall.
Colonel Moss radioed his men outside to round up any mutants caught escaping. "Don't worry about the mutant who can walk through walls and people. We will catch her later. Besides, the routes into and out of the subway and the city are closed off. She can't get far." he said. After another 5 minutes, Colonel Moss got everyone under control and quieted down the remainder of the guests. More mutants complied and sat down or went to one corner or another in the hall. Some turned themselves in while others prayed they wouldn't be found. It wasn't long before Susan and her friends were found out.
For the next 10 minutes, Susan battled wave after wave of desperation to pee. She wrapped and double wrapped her right leg around the other. She tried to lessen the intensity of the urge while bobbing up and down. No matter what she did, it didn't help at all. "HmmmmMmmmmmMmmmmm .... " She whimpered while holding her dress tight for dear life. She had to pee, and the pressure was becoming too great that she might end up peeing here and now. "Why now of all times? I have to pee so badly and I can't hold it. Hopefully their jails have adequate bathrooms." Susan thought. She could feel her time running out.
10 minutes later, a group of people gasped as the MRD arrested a nonmutant for supporting anti-government activities against mutants and supporting the Mutant Brotherhood. He was carrying a knife, tazer, and illegal contraband in support of Magneto. In fact, this guy was secretly taking pictures to be sent by email to an associate of Magneto to warn them of the impending doom. He warned the government would take action and now it has.
Now Colonel Moss gave a new directive. "Anyone suspected of or indeed found out to be a supporter of or indeed a mutant will be arrested. We will also begin body pat downs and check for weapons. Your belongings are no longer your own!" That was enough for people like Jubilee to get fired up and ready to punch a few MRD men in the face. Susan didn't have time for this nor the luxury. She wasn't about to go nudist nor have an accident on display. She didn't feel interested about giving a show.
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Jubilee could tell they might be next for the search and seizure. She continued on elaborating on her plan. "Since they have their scanners, going invisible is a bad idea. They will detect it. However, even if they were deactivated, it won't stop them from seeing you turn invisible. So when they come over and begin their search, Jean will try to talk them down. I will chime in and when the time comes, I will use their guard down as a means to distract them with some fire works."
Susan listened intently on their escape plan. "Jean will use her powers to fling the guards and Colonel Moss out of the way. My friend here (Firestar, character from the 1970's Amazing Spiderman and friends cartoon) will blast through the wall and guards. The others will make a run for it with Jean. You turn invisible and make a run for it to the bathroom. Then, go out through the window and meet Jean out in the alleyway next the building."
Jubilee's plan sounds good. But Susan noticed one detail while on the verge if an accident. "What about turning invisible is a good idea? You said they would see me." But Jubilee continued. "During the commotion created by Firestar, you turn invisible and make a break for it-" but Jean cut her short informing the MRD was almost on their back. "Jubilee, we need to hurry the plan breifing. And please give me her clothes." Susan looked perplexed. "Sue you turn invisible but your clothes and shoes won't. You'll have to turn while completely naked!".
Jubilee explained as fast as possible but she cut short by Susan. "Hello no. Are you-" but she was cut short by Jubilee. "Do you want to get out of here or what?" Jubilee asked. "This is the only way. I don't like my idea but it's the best one we've got for you!". "There is no way I'm stripping in ... (whimper) ... stupid urge to pee." Susan complained. "It's better than nothing Sue. Even if Firestar does make a way out of here and my distraction works, you still have to make it to a bathroom. In the chaos these men will round up anyone."
Susan swayed back and forth on her knees. "You need to turn invisible and to do that yoy need privacy. We will cover for you. Me, Jean, and Firestar. They all know the plan. And you can't risk anyone of them seeing you." Jubilee said. "No one knows I'm the Invisible Woman." Susan snapped. "Don't assume that Susan. They knew through their intelligence that Mystique would be here and they might know you're here too. And there are still other MRD officers outside this hall." Jubilee responded.
"So they might scanners too. How would I turn invisible without being seen? They would detect me no matter what. Its better I keep my clothes on." Susan said. "Firestar can disrupt their scanners along with my other friend Current (fictional made up mutant). She can short circuit their scanners." (The image of Firestar is shown below.)
"You're not going to make it and the chaos will make it harder for you. You need to find your way out of here. You need to turn invisible." Jubilee maintained her position. But Susan still hated the plan. It was 1:09 am and still nothing changed. Colonel Moss maintained his control over the party guests in the dance hall. "We must find Mystique to advance the Sentinel project. Keep searching!". One of his men approached the Colonel.
"Sir. We have spotted a few hydra agents working for Dr. Zola and believers of Red Skull. What should we do?". "For now leave them to Shield. Nick Fury will deal with them. Our goal is capturing mutants." Colonel Moss ordered. His troop went back to the task at hand. Jean noticed that some of the MRD troops don't have scanners and went over to ask. "Excuse me. I noticed some men don't have scanners. Is that only for high ranking officials? How would those without a scanner fare against a mutant attack?" She asked innocently.
The officer replied. "It helps with capturing mutants. One person per team has it the others are armed to capture or kill." Jean asked if the troops outside have scanners. The officer said they didn't. Jean returned back bobbing up and down some more. "The coast is clear outside. And I could accompany you Sue. I also have to pee." Colonel Moss yelled out to them. "Hey you two. Aren't you Professor Xavier's Jean Gray? And Jubilee is it?" He said.
One of the lieutenants spoke as well. "Isn't that Susan Storm from F4?". Another chimed in. "No that can't be her. The Invisible Woman is way hotter than her. But we should check it out." "Go and see!" Colonel Moss ordered. Susan was about to lose out on borrowed time. She had to go and it was damn obvious. Now she knew Jubilee was right. She had to turn in the chaos and not get spotted. She unstrapped her shoes, stood up slowly, ready to push off her dress, and removed her feet from her shoes. Jubilee and the others were in position.
Two MRD guys approached with a lieutenant holding a scanner. Colonel Moss looked their way. Jubilee, Jean, Current and Firestar waited for the signal. Susan bobbed up and down, wincing and desperate for dear life as her bursting was a 20 in a scale of 1 to 10. She pleaded in her mind to hurry this. The two men approached and spoke to all of them in the corner. "Nobody resist. Anyone not a mutant nor in league with mutants is safe. We have to scan you."
The lieutenant came over with his scanner, pointed at Jean. He began scanning when Gambit showed up distracting the officers. "Come on guys let's be chill here. So what if they're mutants. We just want to have a good time and unwind from everyday life." The scanner went off the fritz as it detected Gambit for his mutant gene. "Besides, you still haven't given me my tax return. And you stole my date just now. You all owe me." He turned around to Jubilee and gave a nod. That was the signal. Jubilee gsve hers.
The two unsuspecting officers and lieutenant saw Jubilee approach them and suddenly. BANG! A huge fireworks display blinding the men and one sent to Colonel Moss. They all went down clutching their eyes. This is Jubilee below.
Current created a huge electric field that short circuited the scanners in the whole room. Another mutant took advantage and created a blinding light that blinded all of them. Another created sound waves to cause dizziness. Jean, Firestar, Jubilee, Susan, and the others closed their eyes during both bright moments.
Afterwards, Firestar blasted through the wall to the hallway outside and took out several MRD officers there too. That was it. Jean hunched over and bobbing up and down, came over to Susan. She took her purse and shoes. Susan stripped off her dress while turning invisible from the feet up. Jean also grabbed the dress Susan stripped off.
Susan trusted Jean with her clothes and vice versa. They shared certain clothes so this wasn't unnatural. Since there was enough room to escape the dance hall, Susan went too. Jean went with them (Firestar, Jubilee, Current, and the others) out of the dance hall. Firestar and Jubilee kept taking out MRD goons right and left.
But Jean would find herself unlucky. She was whacked from behind against and rendered unconscious. Jubilee heard the cry from Jean, saw her fall to the ground and attempted to help her. But the MRD grabbed Jean for being seized under their authority. Jubilee and Firestar led the rest of them away, inculuding Susan. Susan hobbled her way to the front of the building only to be met with more MRD goons. They closed off the entrance into the building and ordered the escapees to back off. Immediately they found themselves surrounded front and back.
Susan didn't have time for this. She had to pee like crazy and couldnt wait any longer. It was 1:14 am and over an hour of waiting while bursting big time. Susan stood there bobbing up and down holding herself trying not to have an accident. In her mind, she thought about whether this was the end and if she could just get a pee. She wished she could fight but her need to go was just too much to fight.
Even worse was the fact that Jean ended up peeing on herself. Plus, the MRD seized Jean's and Susan's purses, and the dress Susan wore. They checked for mutant DNA and who else was here. Being out cold means all muscles are relaxed. Jean couldn't hold it in as she would have done consciously. Susan kept bouncing up and down standing on the balls of her toes. She stood to one side so as not to bump into or rub arms with the MRD while invisible. After all, this was her chance to go for a piss.
"Hey check it out. One of the mutants was a woman named Susan Storm. She has an F4 communicator. She is the Invisible Woman." Yelled one MRD goon. They went through Jean and Susan's purses, including identification, cell phones, etc., Mutants didn't have rights to their privacy and possessions now. Colonel Moss and his like minded people didn't believe mutants have rights.
Now Susan was in serious trouble as they knew she was here. But without the scanners, they can't possible detect her. All she could do was stay out of the way. Jubilee and Firestar began attacking the MRD goons while Current used her powers to disarm their weapons. That way, the numbers game wouldn't work. Jubilee yelled out to Susan to go. "Sue now go!" Susan didn't move yet as she didn't want to be found. But she immobilized by her need to go.
She kept her hands in her crotch and thigs pressed together while standing on her tippy toes. She leaned against the wall behind her unnoticed by the MRD. She stood torso and butt against the wall, her head facing the ceiling as she winced trying to hold back her urge. She felt her holding power skipping. Her time was coming to an end. She had to find a bathroom fast. And she hoped Shadow Cat showed up soon.
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Colonel Moss, still reeling from double blindness, was taken to dafety with Senator Kelly and Dr. Trask. The dance halls erupted into violence with Gambit throwing gambling cards everywhere and Mystique masquerading as an MRD officer. She got away and alerted Magneto via a nearby pay phone. Of course! It has been long since she was Professor Xavier's sister. Colonel threw out orders to round up all the mutants, even shutting down entrance and exit into the city.
He wanted to make sure no one got away. As for Jubilee, Firestar, Susan, and Current, they fought their way through the MRD officers and disarming them. Jubilee enjoyed kicking butt and being a renegade pyrotechnic alongside Firestar. Current used her powers to give the men of the MRD a shock to their system. Susan stood there waiting for her chance to use the restroom. She needed it badly and without haste. She couldn't wait anymore as her urge to go wasn't dissipating.
Furthermore, it wasn't just that she couldn't contract her muscles nor was it that she could feel the pang in her bladder. The time was 1:27 am and almost 90 minutes passed. Just then, MRD goons began shooting their stun weapons at the mutants and whom the mutants were protecting. Firestorm refocused her attacks against the MRD while Jubilee kept up her attacks against the MRD officers blocking the front entrance and surrounding the building.
Current quickly hurried the others outside, including Susan. However, Current was stunned by another wave of MRD officers. They blocked the entrance out of the building, preventing Susan from leaving. No one could tell she was there as she stood against the wall to be unnoticed. She found it hard not to fidget, wrapping her legs around each other, keeping her hands in her crotch, biting her lip, and frantically bobbing up and down on her tippy toes.
The urge was just too great now. She just couldn't hold it any more. She didn't notice her growing bladder ocean until she felt tired from her exciting day at 12 midnight. Susan remained invisible but she couldn't maintain holding it so tight and keep herself invisible either. Her mind was split into two now and her focus had to be maintained. As good as Jubilee and Firestorm were, they found themselves overwhelmed.
They ended up taking several tazer and stun shots. They were glancing blows but the repeated attacks added up. They couldn't take it anymore. Eventually, they were knocked out cold. The MRD slapped the cuffs on them and took them to their arrest vehicle. Colonel Moss was all too pleased to see these rabble rousers be caught. Luckily the others got away but their rescuers weren't so lucky. Even for Gambit, he was still disoriented. He couldn't get up nor could he stop himself from eving arrested.
This guy is Gambit above. He tried shooting gambling cards but to no avail. Now Susan was by herself invisible and totally unprotected. She covered her mouth and nose but she couldn't hold it any longer. She just couldn't hold it. The pressure was too much and her borrowed time was way past done. Now it was a matter of time before she pissed herself. Susan was trapped by the MRD officers, without any way to leave or use the bathroom.
It was now 1:43 am and the early morning hours kept ticking away. Colonel Moss ordered his men to continue their search for Mystique while Senator Kelly and Dr. Trask were quickly shepherded outside and away in a government vehicle. But Colonel Moss also wanted Susan Storm found. He knew their scanners were affected but he wasn't done. He believed both Mystique and the Invisible Woman were still on the premise.
Colonel Moss ordered his men to watch out for strange behavior amongst themselves as that might be the sign of Mystique. As for Susan, the men had to check for anything being jostled seemingly by nothing, or if they see foot prints on the ground. That is possibly Susan Storm. Either way, they were to take no chances, and stun to arrest. For the next 15 minutes, Susan waited there, bobbing up and down still fully nude and barefoot. She couldn't help but whimper ever so softly, and quietly.
She felt her urethra churning and pulsating. She couldn't help but wince in pain, holding herself, and go from foot to foot on the tippy toes rapidly. She bobbed up and down, and at times she hunched forward. She covered her mouth and nose to prevent anyone hearing her breathing. She kept her hand on her crotch trying to keep it closed. In her mind, she screamed for relief and wished for the dissappear. She didn't want to do this anymore. And there weren't any trash cans or plant pots to pee in.
There was nothing she could do, and nowhere to go to prevent the MRD from hearing her walking. Her bladder kept contracting until her urethra burst open. She wished she didn't wait this long nor deal with the MRD. Nothing she could do made her urge to pee lessen. And contracting of her urethra with all her might didn't help as it couldn't go any further. "Damn MRD's won't let me go about my business searching for a toilet. Stupid Magneto. Stupid MRD. Stupid everything. Damn it all!" Sudan thought while bobbing up and down.
No one noticed her period. There was every chance to end up finding her but not a single officer did so. At 1:51 am, two officers came very close to finding out she was hiding in plain sight. Two of them walked over to one side very much close to Susan. She couldn't move due to her urge to go. Her urethra just couldn't contract any further to hold back her pee. It was so bad nothing she could would lessen the urge.
She wrapped and double wrapped her legs, bit her lip, wincing as she raised her face towards the ceiling. In addition, she bobbed up and down on her feet, lifting her legs to the height of the opposite knee. But the two officers stood nearby her discussing their superior's orders to keep a look out and their hate for mutants. "Those weirdos with powers have menaced society long enough. Its time to eradicate them." "Yeah, we don't need people with super powers who can commit crimes and hurt us nonmutant folk."
60 seconds later, one of them dropped a piece of equipment that rolled near Susan's right foot. Luckily she lifted it up allowing the equipment to roll by and stop 2 inches from her left foot. Susan gasped very softly as she almost spurted. Her pee quickly jetted right against the exit hole and about to leak out all over the place. Her pee was hot and the pressure was extreme that a jet was ready to come out. She knew once it came out, it couldn't be stopped. Susan stopped breathing for a few seconds waiting for the officer to pick up the piece of equipment.
The equipment was picked up and she could return to standing on the tippy toes of her feet. She just couldn't hold it back anymore as her time was over and she had to piss right now. By 2 am, she couldn't stand it and no longer could wait. She was stuck and alone with a bunch of mutant gestapo, and bursting beyond belief. Her mind was flooded by the signals from her urethra to open the flood gates. Her body was exhausted and her mind was ready to give up.
Susan could barely stand as she felt her knees ready to bend forward. She could feel herself sink a little, her feet sliding sideways away from each other in opposite directions to the other, and hunched forward. "I can't do this I can't do this. I'm gonna burst open and flood the area. They'll find me and put me away while completely naked. How embarrassing. Oh I had to drink so much and not notice the day going by as my bladder expands." Susan's legs shook ready to buckle. She just couldn't stand up like this .... that was until she heard and felt a rumbling.
At first, everyone was shaken from what they were doing. They all looked perplexed and alert. "What was that?". "I don't know." Then another loud thud, followed by another another and another, and another. It was thought to be an earthquake, by Colonel Moss declared it wasn't. "There isn't a single fault line here nor has a knew one been made." "You sure a mutant isn't making an earthquake Sir?" Asked one of his men.
Colonel Moss couldn't be sure and ordered his men to take formation. The officers covered the front and back, keeping their guns poised and ready for shooting. Susan breathed even more heavily as a possible new threat was about to emerge. And she wasn't even ready to face the threats already here. The ground shook and vibrated as the sound got closer. But no one could see anything. The MRD took their positions, nearly bumping into Susan. She stood there, feeling boxed in on both sides.
She raised her shoulders, keeping her arms closer inwards, towards her chest, trying to fit in the small space that was her spot. Colonel Moss yelled out to his men. "Take your positions and be ready to fire. It is a mutant. I know it." Susan was now more anxious than ever which only added to her need to go. Her face turned into a frown as she gritted her teeth, bobbing up and down on her tippy toes. She closed her eyes while facing the ceiling, wishing for this to be all over. It was just too much and she had to pee NOW.
The rumbling got bigger and the shaking more intense. She began to softly whimpered as she panted. She knew her time was now up. There was no waiting. The intensity of her urge to pee built up enough for her poor exit hole. Her urethra muscle was done and it couldn't hold. "I can't I can't I just can't. Oh gawd!" Susan thought. Suddenly, and without warning, the wall next to her burst outwards at the MRD, and exploded at them. The MRD men in the way ended up propelled in the same direction and pushed aside. Susan yelped a small 1-second high pitched whimper. "Aee!".
The source of the explosion was indeed a mutant. It was the hulking giant named Juggernaut. He is shown below in the gif.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrr!" He roared as he began barreling through the MRD. Colonel Moss and his men began firing their weapons. But Juggernaut wearing his armor wasn't exposed nor stunned. He just kept attacking. Susan, however, just couldn't hold it in anymore. As I said just before Juggernaut showed up, Susan couldn't hold back her most powerful wave of desperation the likes of which she never felt before. Her muscles were about to give way.
When Juggernaut came in, she got startled and scared. Just by doing that, she flinched. That was it. She became so focused on not getting crushed or shot at that her focus on need to pee was temporarily robbed from her mind before it came back. But by then it was too late. Now there was nothing she could do to stay dry. Her body and mind were done. It was all over.
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As soon as Susan flinched, she lost control. She started spurting into her hands. "Oh no nonono .." She cried as she brought her thighs closer to each other as an instinctive reaction. Immediately, she clamped her outer lips shut to close the hatch. But it was too late. She began spurting again, and again, and again, and again. She tried each time to contract her muscles and hold it shut. Each time she panted trying to hold it. But it wasn't working. The more she spurted a jet of pee, even for a second, it accumulated and eventually spilled into her hands, and out from the sides of her hands.
It began dripping through her fingers to her thighs pressed together, and down the sissies facing each other. One spurt and droplets jetted down he thighs, and to her knees and calves. She knew she didn't have long as she continued to spurt, her pee going through her lips and fingers, and snaking down her thighs. Some rivulets went down the sides and to the front, other snaked down the between the thighs but went down the back of her thighs.
She looked both ways for something to pee into. At first she didn't see anything while spurting, and eventually full-on peeing uncontrollably. "Nononononononono ..." She cried out. After 10 seconds of spurting, she was finally peeing herself (as mentioned just now). It exploded through her lips and hands, spraying all over her. Even her feet were more wet than begore. She looked again for something to pee into but aaw nothing. After this 10 seconds, the crowd of MRD officers were cleared out of the way, and a few tripped on a river of pee that branched off from her main forming puddle, she saw a tall trash pail with a small opening on top.
She didn't like her odds as the bathroom was still guarded but she had to act fast. She ran over to the pail dodging all the fighting and stun shots going on. She immediately positioned herself on the pail and allowed herself to pee freely. For the next 50 seconds, which she felt were the longest of her life, she emptied her bladder. Her bladder contracted more and more, pushing out her golden ocean.
She lifted her head back while her mouth gaped open as she felt relief, leaving her arms hanged by her sides, fingers dripping with her pee. She sat there, panting as her body regained normal breathing. For the 50 seconds, she peed the whole day's worth of her pee. The way she looked was as if she had an orgasm and just climaxed (but she didn't.) "Finally I'm free of all this bladder torture." Susan thought. She was upset she peed herself but she didn't want to spill all over herself and really embarrass herself.
For these 50 seconds, she was in ignorant bliss. She assumed no one would hurt her. And no one did. No one noticed her at all ..... that was until 45 seconds into her 50 second pee. She finally stopped being on guard and lowered her tension. Her emotional anxiety were reduced as she didn't have an issue with herself. She felt free only to ..... well overt. She has this smile for the next 5 seconds as her piss stream continued its last 5 seconds of going strong, until she felt her stream start to wane and become sporadic explosive spurts.
Suddenly, she was nudged by an MRD officer to which she turned her head. She had a smile on her face from being relieved. It turned to a blank expression, and then looking all around her, she expressed surprise. Everyone she saw was staring at her. In that moment, she realized she wasn't invisible anymore. Even Juggernaut stopped fighting and just stared at Susan. Even a few media camera crews kept their focus on her. One of them said "Don't move!"
A flash of light followed by a "Got it!" from that crew person. She photographed. Susan expressed horror and embarrassment. Here was Juggernaut fighting with MRD officers and fighting over the stupid mutant versus nonmutants for the right to survive, and in her middle of it was a beautiful nude blonde inadvertently on display.
One of the MRD officers came up to her and asked Susan. "Hey what's up gorgeous?". Colonel Moss shouted at his subordinate. "Don't ask her out. Shoot her and bring her in." Juggernaut was confused and disgusted. "What the hell is this crap?" before the fighting began again. More of Magneto's goons showed up to take out more nonmutants. Susan turned invisible, ran off into the distance while unclean and hands still dirty. Colonel Moss ordered his men to find Susan and arrest her. But they couldn't. More pandemonium continued.
Susan got to an alley way before cursing for not retrieving her things. Her purse and dress were still under MRD custody. But she can't go back there. They knew who she was and where she lived. And she didn't have her phone. She could do nothing but get as far away as possible from the action. Suddenly, Shadow Cat showed up with Scott, Kurt and Reed. Susan called out to them because she had no choice.
"Cat. Cat it's me. I need your help. Oh and did you bring new clothes? Mine were confiscated along with my purse. And I need something to ..." Shadow Cat cut her off and touched her while grabbing Kurt. "Now Kurt!". Kurt teleported them to another secret location while Scott and Reed dealth with the situation at the night club. It was now 2:30 am or something and Susan was tired.
Shadow Cat asked Susan to turn back to visible. But she explained she couldn't as she was completely naked. "What! Why?". Susan explained what happened while she was gone and how she ended up naked outside in the alleyway. "Thats stupid. What would you take that kind of advice?" Cat asked loudly. "It was terrible advice but I had to go and I wouldn't be able to get to a working bathroom unless I was invisible. And turned invisible from a distraction caused by Jubilee." Cat was annoyed and knowing Jubilee, who also like peeing in odd places.
Kurt felt awful for Susan and despised the MRD, especially for Jean who also peed herself while being taken away. Cat wasn't happy about this. "Those thugs." Kurt shouted. "Excuse me Kurt, could you teleport me to the shower. My feet aren't clean." Cat expressed gross expression and Kurt obliged as long Susan stayed invisible, which she did. She showered up and was provided clothes by Cat. She left them outside the shower stall. Later that day at 10 am, Susan awoke and only to see Reed. She was so happy see him and happy to know Jean, Jubille, Current, and so many others made it out alive.
But she also came to know that the media posted their recordings of the MRD. Colonel Moss gave a speech about rounding up the mutant scourge and if necessary killing them all. But the most horrible thing she came to know was the footage of herself peeing and being totally naked. Everyone around the world saw this, and even off world like Asguard and Guardians of the Galaxy. Even the quantum realm saw this, and Dr. Strange too. Susan was mortified and didn't want to leave their bunker. She cried in Reed's arms and wanted to dissipate into nothingness.
THE END
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Charlie and Lee had been living with one another for more than a few years now. A great, loving relationship and a good-sized apartment were most of what they had to themselves, but they were more than content with this. Charlie was in charge of keeping the place clean for their boyfriend, not because of some spoken arrangement but because they simply enjoyed the act of tidying (and the praise from Lee afterwards)! This worked out well for Lee, too, as a pristine home and the look on his partner's face gleaming with pride were his two favourite things to return from work to. It was a simple, quiet life for them.
A favourite activity of theirs was watching movies in bed all cuddled up and in pyjamas, they enjoyed making a big thing out of it with snacks, drinks and low lighting for a theatrical and cosy mood. Charlie loved an orange soda to themself, often gulping it down much too quickly to last a full-length movie, and with their relatively small bladder also not being able to last a full-length movie it usually meant untimely bathroom breaks met with light quips from Lee.
"Thirty-seven minutes, that's gotta be a record!" Lee joked, pausing their movie as Charlie shuffled out from underneath the covers and headed towards the door. Lee would have his way on this day. He knew what Charlie liked, and Lee liked it too, unbeknownst to his partner. Charlie had sometimes talked about wanting to 'make a mess' in their underwear, they were far too coy to describe in detail what they meant, but Lee understood them. Lee wanted them to be able to finally indulge in their naughty little desire, to be free and uncaring, to be comfortable and warm, to do something so conflicting to everything they were taught growing up. They were just too afraid.
Charlie, now relieved, returned to their room to see their orange soda refilled and Lee with a little smirk on his face. Thinking nothing of it, Charlie snuggled up to Lee again, enjoying the movie and taking big sips from their drink. Coming towards the end, Charlie was once again a little desperate, their leg bouncing a little under the sheets. This excited Lee, it was nearly time.
"I know the movie has about ten minutes left," Charlie mumbled "but I really need to go again." As they left Lee's side, they were stopped by Lee's gentle arm on their shoulder.
"Come on, it's only a few minutes now." Lee interjected in a soft but authoritative tone. "Don't you want to just lie back next to me, darling?" Something about the way Lee said that really made Charlie listen and obey, despite their better judgement.
"Mm, okay."
Charlie had gone quieter. More attentive. Even cuddling a little tighter now. Their leg was still moving, signalling to Lee that it was time for some gentle encouragement.
"Isn't that better, hmm? Right next to me where you're warm and comfortable. Aren't you relaxed?"
Charlie tried speaking, but mostly just murmured "I still need to go."
"No no, you don't have to go yet. Just stay right here where you're all snuggly and cosy."
A few more minutes went by. the final scene of the movie was playing though neither of them were truly focusing on it. Lee was focusing on Charlie, who in turn couldn't stop thinking about how much they needed to pee. For some reason, though, they didn't seem to want to get up. They were content right where they were. Lee figured it was time to properly try Charlie and see how far they'd go.
"Darling, you know if you need to go, umm..."
Lee took a deep breath.
"You could just go right here?"
Charlie looked confused, but secretly they loved that thought. How freeing it would be, how naughty. Lee continued.
"You're all nice and comfortable here, aren't you? And I can tell you really do need to go. Wouldn't it be nice to just relax here?"
Charlie responded. "I guess, but"
"No buts, okay, darling? If you'd like to do that, I'll let you! I'll make sure you're safe and free to do so while you make the bed and your underwear all warm and wet."
Charlie's subsequent giggle said it all. The thought of doing that was so appealing, and they couldn't stand a chance holding it now anyways.
"Okay, Charlie, come over here and snuggle in really tight to me. Wrap your legs around me." Charlie was following every instruction Lee's soft, sweet voice gave. They had full trust in him so far.
"Don't you want to relax, hmm? Isn't your bladder just begging to be released? C'mon, you can do it for me. Relax for me, relax and let it all flow. Let go. Make us both warm."
With each word, Charlie's own agency was failing and Lee's reasoning began to make more and more sense. It would be warm. It would be relaxing. It would be amazing to just... let go. With those thoughts and Lee's reassurance, Charlie did just that.
Charlie's bladder fully relaxed, their legs still wrapped around Lee. Warm urine began gushing out, first soaking Charlie's underwear, then their pyjamas, then Lee. A light hissing could be heard over the credits song along with Charlie's soft whimpers of relief. The euphoria from finally releasing the pee so desperate to come out felt amazing in combination with how warm and soaked the bed was getting. Pee was coming out faster than the mattress was able to absorb and a small puddle began to form beneath them both. Charlie, still peeing a torrent, reflexively started grinding on Lee's dripping leg, to the pleasure of the both.
"That's it. Just keep relaxing, that's good. Soak us both and our bed to your heart's content, darling. Doesn't it just feel amazing?" Lee encouraged, surprisingly making no comment about the very sexual movement of his partner's groin. Charlie's peeing started to come to an end after about 45 seconds of pure ecstasy and relief. Both now sitting in a hot, messy puddle in their bed, Charlie slowly began to come to.
"Oh my god, I just did that." Charlie remarked in between giggles and laboured breathing. "That felt incredible."
"How would you like to have some fun in it now, Charlie?" |
October 19, 2003 - Morgan's alarm clock blared at her to wake up, she rolled over and tried to turn it off, after about 10 seconds she finally found the button to turn it off. The clock read 9:30 AM, Morgan gasped, remembering her ultrasound appointment scheduled for 10 am. Morgan quickly changed out of her pajamas and put on black lace panties, red tight leggings and a white t-shirt and socks.
Time: 9:35 AM - Morgan had just 5 minutes before she had to drive to her ultrasound. Morgan quickly relieved her bladder of the pee that had gathered overnight. She grabbed her car keys, cellphone and her wallet. She slipped her feet into her shoes and tied her laces faster than she has ever tied them and she sprinted out the door to her car, locking it behind her. Forgetting the 1 liter bottle of water and the 'ultrasound requirements' note on the kitchen table.
Time: 9:40 AM - Morgan only had 20 minutes to make the 30 minute drive to the clinic. She started her car and peeled out of the driveway and began the city drive to the clinic. Morgan was lucky that day because she hit no red lights an arrived right on 10 o'clock, she pulled her car into the clinic parking garage, she got out of her car and hurried into the clinic. Morgan went up to receptionist desk and said "I'm here for an ultrasound at 10 o'clock", the receptionist lady picked up the phone and proceeded to call somebody saying "Morgan is here to be seen for ultrasound", 15 seconds later one of the sexiest ultrasound techs walks out to the waiting room and calls Morgan back to be scanned, "come on Morgan, let's get you scanned", Morgan followed a little bit behind her, admiring how the tech's scrubs hugged her booty and built thighs.
So, what is your name? Morgan asked the tech. Samantha but you can call me Sam, the tech replied. Samantha entered the ultrasound room and Morgan followed suit, Samantha shut the door and locked it behind her.
"Alrighty Morgan, be honest, is your bladder full?" Samantha asked. "I'm really really sorry, I was in a rush and didn't have time to drink water. Do I need to reschedule?" Morgan asked, "No, I can give you water to drink" Said Samantha. "Okay, good", Morgan replied. "Be right back Morgan". Samantha unlocks the door and leaves the room. Samantha walks to the fridge and grab the 2 liter bottle of water and then Samantha goes into the cabinet and grabs Diuretics and walks back to the ultrasound room. Samantha walks back into the room, bottle in one hand and diuretics in the other. "Take this and finish this 2 liter bottle of water" Samantha said. "I can't hold all that" Morgan replied, "you have to, doctors orders". "FINE... I will drink it" Morgan replied. "Before you chug it, remove your pants and shirt for me please", Morgan removed her leggings and then shirt, leaving only her bra and panties. "Now you can drink it" Samantha said.
Morgan took the diuretics and quickly drank the 2 liters. "Good job, let's get started. Hop up on the table and pull your panties down to just below your hips" Samantha said. Morgan hopped up onto the table and lowered her panties. "Is that good?" Morgan asked, "perfect" Samantha replied.
Samantha walked over to the cabinet and grabbed the ultrasound jell and ultrasound machine wheeling it closer to the bed. "Alrighty Morgan, I'm going to apply this ultrasound jell to your belly and then I'm going to see how full your bladder is" Samantha said. "Alright" Morgan replied.
Samantha applied lots of ultrasound jell to Morgan's belly and gently places the probe over Morgan's bladder. "I can see a little bit of fluid in there, maybe 200 mililitres. Do you have an urge yet?" Samantha said, "nope, no urge" Morgan replied. "I'm going to leave you here while your bladder fills, I have a pregnant woman who needs scanning. Be back in an hour" Samantha sets down the ultrasound probe on the ultrasound machine and leaves the room, locking the door.
Morgan picks up the ultrasound probe and places it on her bladder, ultrasound shows 400 mililitres in her bladder, very slight urge.
10 minutes later - Morgan scans her bladder again, 800 mililitres inside, moderate urge.
20 minutes later - 1,200 mililitres inside, strong urge, bulging slightly.
30 minutes later - 1,600 mililitres inside, massive urge, bulging bigger.
40 minutes later - 1,800 mililitres inside, extreme urge, bulging even bigger.
50 minutes later 1,900 mililitres inside, extreme urge, huge bulge.
60 minutes later - "where is Samantha, I'm going to explode" Morgan cried, squeezing legs shut hard, bulging hugely, sweating with effort.
"I'm back... I brought a tech in training, her name is Isabelle and she will help me scan you" Samantha would hand Isabelle the ultrasound probe, "scan the upper belly Isabelle" Isabelle pushes probe deep into Morgan's upper belly and slowly moves probe towards Morgan's bladder, "my bladder is bulging out so much, I can't hold it" Morgan begs. Isabelle continues to push firmly on Morgan's massive bladder bulge. "roll onto your left side Morgan" says Samantha, Morgan rolls over slowly, her pee sloshing like crazy making her leak. "I'm leaking, I can't hold it in anymore". Cried Morgan. Samantha pulled Morgan closer and braced Morgan against her thighs, Isabella placed the probe over Morgan's bladder and Pushed with all her strength. Morgan gushed like a geyser until all of Morgan's bladder was empty. |
Date: July 16, 2005 - Samantha woke up and put on her glasses and walked into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror, admiring her almost 9 month pregnant belly. She then goes pee and walks back to her bedroom, takes off her pajamas and returns to the bathroom to take a shower. Samantha turns on the water, she returns to the mirror and admires her belly some more. Samantha steps into the shower, the warm water dripping down her stomach reminding her of her ultrasound later today. Samantha washes her body, turns off the water and steps out of the shower, she feels a tingle in her bladder, she sits down on the toilet now doubting her ability to hold it for her ultrasound.
Samantha dries herself off with the towel and returns to her bedroom to get dressed, she put on some red lace panties, tight fitting jeans, a white tank top and a red plaid button up shirt. She managed to fit the jeans and put on a belt, She puts on the white tank top that can barely contain her bigger boobs, finally she put on the red plaid button up shirt but is unable to do up all the buttons due to her pregnant belly. "It's fine, it's warm in here anyway" says Samantha.
Samantha then walks to the kitchen table and reads the ultrasound requirements, the note reads: For your ultrasound please drink 1 liter, 32 ounces of water 1 hour before your ultrasound and DO NOT pee until your ultrasound is complete and the ultrasound tech says you can. Samantha sighed and went into the fridge, grabbed the water pitcher and poured herself 4 glasses of water and began to drink them, one after another, entering her body. She walks down the hall and shuts her bathroom door and puts an *out of order* sign on the door to discourage her from using it when the need gets bad. She then opened youtube up on her computer to pass the time and distract herself from the water she just drank, just then she began to feel a tingle in her bladder, "Fuck... Already" Samantha said, as time passed the tingle grew to a steady urge but nothing she couldn't hold, yet. Pretty soon it was time for her to leave for her ultrasound, she grabbed her phone, wallet and car keys, walked to her front door and put on some white flip flops because she didn't want to tie her shoes. She then headed out the door to her car, got into the driver's seat, put on her seatbelt and with her belly almost touching the steering wheel she began the 10 minute drive to the small town ultrasound clinic, the seatbelt across her belly and the bumps in the road making her need greater. After 10 minutes of driving and subconscious leg crossing she arrived at the clinic.
She, parked her car and walked inside and into the waiting room, she signed in at reception, "I'm here for my ultrasound" Samantha said, "Alright, sign here" the receptionist replied. Samantha signed it and then sat down in the waiting room with 3 other desperate pregnant women, The woman sitting across from Samantha was fighting like hell not to pee, crossing legs, pee dance, hunched over, grabbing her crotch furiously, sweating and crying, the woman then stood up and very slowly walked over to the receptionist desk and said "is my scan soon, I am going to explode any second". "Can you seriously not hold it in, your scan is soon so tough it out, go sit down" The receptionist replied loud enough for everyone to hear. The bursting woman slowly walked back to the waiting room, Samantha motioned to her to sit in the empty seat next to her. The woman did, sitting down but shifting and squirming like crazy, "How far along are you?" Samantha asked. "Six months" the woman replied through tears and groans. "What is your name?" Samantha asked. "Rebecca" the woman replied. "How long have you been waiting for your scan?" Samantha asked. "Two hours" Rebecca replied, "two hours, you must be unimaginably full" Samantha said, "I am" cried Rebecca.
Just then a woman came into the waiting room in scrubs, "Rebecca, time for your scan" the woman said. "About time" Rebecca cried as she stood up and followed the woman to a room.
Samantha was getting desperate, fidgeting, squirming, crossing legs, holding crotch. Another woman in scrubs came into the room. "Samantha, time for your scan" the woman said. Samantha got up and followed the woman to the ultrasound room. "Did you drink the liter of water?" The woman asked. "Yes I did" Samantha replied.
The tech introduces herself as Amanda. Amanda and Samantha entered the ultrasound room, the scanner and jell all set up. "Alright Samantha, hop up on the table, remove your pants, lower your panties and lift up your shirt" Amanda said. Samantha removed her pants and layed down on the table, lifting her shirt exposing her very big belly. Amanda placed more jell than necessary and began to scan Samantha's belly, Samantha groaned as Amanda put more pressure on Samantha's lower belly, "I have to pee so bad" Samantha said as she crossed her legs. Amanda continued to scan and Samantha continued to hold it, struggling more and more. After 45 minutes of desperate scanning "Roll onto your right side" Amanda said, Samantha rolled over leaking slightly, "I really can't hold it in" Samantha said as she fought hard to hold it. Amanda scanned the side of Samantha's belly. "Roll onto your left side" Amanda said sternly, Samantha rolled over to her left side, a bigger leak escaping. "Please I'm leaking, I can't hold it much longer" Samantha cried and squirmed. "HOLD STILL" Amanda yelled as she scanned Samantha's left side. "Wait here while I get another doctor" Amanda said as she left the room, Samantha rolled onto her back again as a few more leaks escaped , "Fuck Fuck Fuck please hurry back" Samantha cried as she grabbed her crotch and squirmed. Not to long after another doctor entered the room with Amanda and introduced herself as Pamela. Pamela Put on some gloves and placed her hand on Samantha's lower belly and pushed, Samantha squeezed her legs shut hard as she leaked. "Almost done Samantha" Pamela said as she finished scanning. "Alright, you are done, let me wipe that jell off and you can go pee" Pamela said happily. "About fucking time, I'm going to explode soon, get that jell off me" Samantha exclaimed, "calm down Samantha" Pamela replies. "Calm down? I have been holding a full bladder for a long time while you pushed on my belly, you try holding this much pee during pregnancy while someone pushes on your belly" Samantha yelled. Pamela harshly wipes the jell off Samantha's belly. "Here is your pants now leave, you can change in the bathroom" Pamela demanded. Samantha slowly got up and off the table, walked out the door to the ultrasound room, her red lace panties in full view as she slowly walks down the hall to the washroom hoping no one was in there. Halfway down the hall Samantha feels a overpowering contraction in her bladder causing her to double over and furiously grab her crotch, groaning she continues down the hall, holding back the flood with all her strength and then some. Samantha finally reaches the bathroom door, opening it and hurriedly locking it. Samantha stands up straight and pulls down her panties and sprints to the toilet losing it as she sits down, her pee exploding out like a pressure washer for 2 straight minutes, the feeling is almost orgasmic. After her hard stream of pee stops, she smiles and is proud of herself for holding it in. She stands up, pulls up her panties and puts on her jeans, tightening the belt around her massive belly. She then washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom door and out of the clinic.
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I thought I'd try playing around with a different perspective, so this is the same as my other story, but told from my boyfriend's perspective.
I hope it works, lol 🙂
I've been dating this girl for about a year, but I've never told her about my weird abdl fetish. I've dropped hints here and there, and she knows I love it when she wears cute clothes, but I've never worked up the nerve to actually tell her why. I've looked at a lot of stuff online and always fantasized about seeing her in some of those situations. There's just so many things we could do together but something always stopped me from telling her.
We live an hour apart, so I only see her on weekends. She texted me before she left, so I was expecting her. I was sitting in the living room, where I can see the driveway, so I saw her car pull in, and stood up to go meet her at the door. As soon as she got out of the car, I noticed she was wearing overalls and a pink tshirt 🙂 Then I looked again, and saw that she had her hair in pigtails too! She looked soo cute! I noticed a look on her face, and a little curtsy gesture as she reached in to get her bag from the car. Was that a "I have to pee" spasm? This was starting to get interesting. She was walking a little funny as she came up the the door. As soon as she walked in the door, I just stopped and stared at her. There was a big wet patch on her overalls! "Whoah, you look adorable", I stammered, and she giggled. "I really hafta go potty", she said, squirming a bit as she dropped her bag on the floor. "I can see that", I said, and pointed at the wet patch. Her face immediately turned bright red. The look in her eyes was a combination of embarrassment, and...something else, I thought (hoped), but I still wasn't sure exactly what to do. "Oh no, I was trying to be a big girl", she said. I can't believe this is happening, I thought, did she really just say it like that? I took her in my arms, and she could immediately feel that I was aroused. "oooh, feels like somebody likes", she said, as she reached down to rub my crotch, which was already a bit damp from her wet spot. We started making out, hard. She tried to pull away "I should really go find a bathroom before I go potty in my pants", she said, but I told her to wait a bit. I was almost cumming already, just making out with her in her cute outfit. I led her to the kitchen, sat down on a chair, and she straddled me. I don't know what she expected, siting like that, but I was starting to think she wanted to have a full accident. I reached under her overalls (which I love doing anyway), and started feeling her wet panties. Except...these aren't any of her panties that I remember, they're super thick! What is she wearing? I feel them all over, and they're so nice and thick and soft. And the bottom is pretty soggy already. She's squirming around and the wet patch on her overalls is getting larger, and my pants are damp as well. Suddenly, I feel her tense up, and I think I know what's going to happen. I feel the warmth of her pee all over my lap as she completely floods herself. Her pee pools up a bit, but it's too much and it starts splashing all over the tile floor. "Oh no, I'm peeing all over you I'm sorry!", she says. I look into her eyes, and she's blushing like crazy, but I hold her tightly and tell her it's ok. I don't know exactly what's happening, but I love it so I'm just going with it. She eventually stops peeing, but not before we're both completely soaked and there's a big puddle on the floor. We're both shaking and I just hold her for a few minutes.
We stand up and I start unbuttoning her soaking wet overalls. She's wet from the waist down, and I still want to see what she's wearing underneath. "Do you want to see my wittle twaining pants?" she baby talks, "I twied to be a big girl but sometimes I have accidents still". OMG, I can't believe this is happening! I undo her overall straps and pull them down to reveal the cutest little training pants, white cotton and decorated with unicorns and rainbows. Totally saturated, of course, with yellow stains all over them. I squeeze them and pee dribbles out all over my hands. I pull her down to the floor, and somehow she pulls off my pants, and I pull off her panties, so we're both only wearing our partially wet tshirts. Pretty soon we're making love in the middle of our pile of wet clothes. I'm afraid I didn't last very long, I'll have to make it up to her later 🙂 She was just soooo cute, and I couldn't help it. We laid on the floor in the pile of wet clothes for a few minutes talking, and, and pretty soon all our secrets are out in the open. She shows me her bag of baby stuff, and she asks me to change her. I take her upstairs, lay her on the bed, powder her, change her into a dry diaper and onesie, and fix her pigtails, She didn't want to take a shower, so i guess she doesn't mind the faint smell of pee on her. That's ok, I don't mind a girlfriend that smells like pee and baby powder. 🙂 She looks even more babyish now, with even a pacifier to go with the outfit and ribbons in her hair. We go down to the living room to explore this new fetish a bit more. 🙂 |
@Denial
"Awesome! I'm very interested in AIs and also ways to Simulate/Model situations which could then lead to consistent stories etc - one reason I liked The Sims, shame it went all cartoony and less and less like a Simulation.
I think we have a different POV on this.. but I kinda like Simulations and Story-Generators (and reading other ppls stories) because if I write a story where X happens, I kinda feel guilty for causing it, and ofc I know whats going to happen, because I wrote it.. but if I read someone else's story, I'm able to enjoy a wider range of plotlines without that being a problem.."
I never feel guilty about what I do to characters in fictional stories, although if my characters were real people I imagine they would hate me because I really take Kurt Vonnegut's advice to heart of be a sadist to your characters so that people will really know what they are made of. In fact I actually thought about a mainstream story that I wanted to write about a person's fictional character coming to life and wanting to murder them for all of the torture they subjected them to. I could probably do a variation on that involving an omorashi story specifically though now that I think of it!
Actually I remembered I had a story added to my priority "definitely going to write it list" 3 years ago with that premise...
My Life As a Bathroom Sim (8/11/20)-A woman who likes torturing her characters in the videogame the Sims by denying them a bathroom finds herself to become one of them being tortured by a sadist who is doing the same thing to her.
-The women in the simulation finds to her horror that when she finally does get to go to the bathroom she feels no relief because she is programmed to feel constantly desperate without any relief whatsoever.
I do plan to write it eventually, though when you add too many stories to your priority list it somewhat defeats the purpose of a priority list. Maybe in the end a simulated character can use some kind of robot surrogate to come into the real world and then get revenge on the person by putting them into the simulation instead of her.
"To be clear - you WANT her to go after the cat first, etc? To explore what people think of this whole concept.. may I use your Prompt to do my own experiment with AI, and if I get something interesting, post it here?"
Well yes obviously I want her to go after the cat because the way I see it if she goes to the bathroom first is really no story. If you have a story about pee desperation and the woman immediately goes to pee the story is basically over into lines! But when I put the thing into the chat generator she decided to go to the bathroom first and then hope that she finds her cat which basically destroys the whole story. The whole point of the story is that she is trying to get her cat back while dealing with a desperately full bladder because otherwise there's really no story.
It was actually something that just randomly occurred to me because I was reading this manga where these two Asian girls had a kitten and then there kitten ran away and then just because it's my mind when I saw that I am like what they do if they had to pee while there kitten was running away, do they run after the kitten so that they don't lose track of it or do they go to the bathroom first, and I am thinking obviously if you care about the cat you would go after the cat because you don't want to risk losing the trail. And that's what I sort of gave it as the prompt.
But yes if you want to put it in some other type of cat writing software would be interesting to see what it comes up with. But this is the kind of story that I probably will like to write one day, it contains all of my favorite elements of an Asian woman, pee desperation and cats!
"Story AIs" are Large Language Models - LLMs - and are basically trying to predict what text will come next, they're just shockingly good at it sometimes.
ChatGPT, especially GPT-4, is frighteningly smart, but is also heavily brainwashed into kink-shaming etc, which sucks. The good news is all these tools still require a creative person to guide it, they just save a lot of the drudge work."
Yes I have heard about ChatGPT but I have to admit I haven't used it as this was just something that was randomly posted on a different writing board that I was part of and I decided to try it out and I started putting dozens of my story ideas into it just to see what it would come up with. From what I have heard ChatGPT is more of a censored thing so it probably would reject most of the story ideas I would give it given the kind of stuff that I write!
And yes it sort of does try to logically predict where the story would go but again as I think I already said the places where it takes the story are less interesting than where I would take the story. I think it just is because it tries to bring the story to a fairly mundane and reasonable conclusion where as I tend to be a writer who like stories that go into the bizarre and over-the-top.
Where it does save time though is that I do think that it does sort of give you character names and a little character background so it does save some drudge work. I've often said it would be interesting if I put my thousands of story ideas that I will never be able to write into one of these things just to see what it comes up with. At first I was thinking it would write the whole story for you which would vastly increase my productivity because then all I would have to do is write the plots to my story and then the AI would write it for me but again like I said it just gives you sort of a plot outline and it doesn't really write the way you would write. If you could somehow program it with your own brain so that it would write the stories the way you would that would be pretty amazing and awesome but I still think that we are pretty far away from that.
"It's not capable of inherently being racist etc.. its just that if it was trained using 1000 stories, and the ones chosen by someone (possibly someone racist) just didn't happen to have any named Asian girls, then it might lack anything to choose from. But I guess some people would say a gun can't shoot someone, a person has to fire it, and others would say ofc its the gun that shoots someone... AI is causing a lot of debate as different camps emerge with differing opinions."
Actually this is an issue I would like to explore in some sci-fi stories that have no omorashi element on the issue of whether robots could actually be racist. I remember there was a study done with AI's and they found that it actually was possible for an artificial intelligence to have a racial bias, which is probably rather disheartening because if the robots take over they might be just as bigoted and stupid as we are!
But the thing that I was bringing up is that another story prompt I gave it not relating to omorashi I said that the character was a black man and they gave him the name John. But when I say the character was an Asian girl it simply called her the Asian girl and didn't bother giving her a name, which I thought was just kind of peculiar.
"Please let me know if you'd like me to throw your Prompt / Desired Story Outline, at other AIs I may have access to..."
OK I'd be interested to see what it gives you.
@rebeljaffa
I have to agree that's a very well-crafted story for just one paragraph of information. I wonder what specific paragraph you used to get that story? I have learned through trying it a couple of times that the more detail you give it the more it can do with that and it will give you a more elaborate story. Still sometimes though it ignores elements that you give the story altogether. Like in one story I had a character who is trans and another prompt that I gave it the character was Jewish and another one was a Satanist and it sort of never addressed those aspects of their character. So I have learned that even though when you give it a lot of information sometimes it ignores elements that you give it that you want to put in the story. |
I decided to write this story because I always liked Lisa Cuddy in „House MD” and I was making fantasies of her wet accidents. Well, english is not my mother tongue and I’m not really experiemced writer, but I hope that You’ll like the story anyway. I also slightly used the story of Cuddy’s and House’s romance, but it’s not very important in the whole story.
Cuddy had been dreading this day for weeks. Her annual full bladder ultrasound was scheduled for today, and she knew what that meant. She would have to drink an absurd amount of water and then hold it until the technician was ready to perform the ultrasound. It was never a pleasant experience, but this year she was feeling particularly anxious.
She got up early, feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she saw the note on the counter reminding her to drink at least 1.5 liters of water before leaving the house. She groaned inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long day.
After forcing down the first glass of water, she called House to let him know about her appointment. "Good luck with that," he teased. "Try not to lose control too early." Cuddy rolled her eyes, knowing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She hung up the phone and tried to focus on getting through the rest of her water.
By the time she finished her last glass, her stomach was uncomfortably full and she could feel the pressure building in her bladder. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, making her way to the clinic.
Cuddy arrived at the clinic 20 minutes before her scheduled examination, feeling the urge to relieve her full bladder. As she checked in at the front desk, she tried to discreetly adjust her posture to alleviate the pressure building in her lower abdomen.
To her dismay, the receptionist informed her that there was a problem and the examinations were running behind schedule. Cuddy tried to remain calm and asked how long the delay might be, but the receptionist could only offer a vague estimate.
As she waited in the crowded waiting room, Cuddy felt her bladder becoming increasingly full and uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself by reading a magazine, but nothing could take her mind off the pressing need to urinate.
She checked her watch every few minutes, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to crawl by. As the minutes turned into hours, Cuddy began to worry that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
As Cuddy waited in the clinic's waiting room, she could feel the growing pressure on her bladder. Her skintight white jeans made matters worse as they pressed on her belly. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to alleviate the pressure building up inside her.
Time passed slowly, and the progress in line was very lazy. After an hour and a half since her arrival, Cuddy asked a nurse what was going on. The nurse informed her that everything was late, and she just had to wait for her turn. Cuddy's heart sank at the news as she knew that she needed to pee extremely bad right now. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold it.
To make matters worse, the nurse was very rude when Cuddy asked about the delay. The nurse informed her that she needed to have a full bladder during the examination, and if she lost it, she would have to clean it up herself. Cuddy couldn't believe how impolite the nurse was, but she couldn't concentrate on it for longer as her own needs were very pressing at the moment.
Cuddy tried to hold on, crossing her legs tightly, and clenching her muscles, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She was afraid that any sudden movement or even a sneeze might be enough to make her lose control. Cuddy was in agony, and the thought of having to clean up after herself if she lost control was too much to bear.
Cuddy was at her wit's end. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. She was squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Her jeans were pressing against her bladder, making it even harder for her to hold on. She glanced at the clock and realized she had been waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. She couldn't take it anymore.
As she shifted in her seat, she felt a sudden spurt of urine escape. She gasped and quickly covered her crotch with her hands. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but thankfully, nobody seem to notice anything.
Cuddy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to hold on for a little while longer. She couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. She tried to distract herself by focusing on something else, but her bladder was screaming for relief. She shifted in her seat again and felt another spurt escape. This time, she couldn't hold it back. A small wet spot appeared on her jeans, and she knew she was in trouble.
Cuddy's desperation had reached its peak. She had been holding her pee for over three hours in total, but the clinic's delay had pushed her bladder to its limit. She tried to stay calm and collected, but her body had other plans. She felt her bladder spasm, and before she could react, a warm surge of urine burst out of her.
She gasped in shock as she felt the wetness spread across her crotch and thighs. Her skintight white jeans were quickly saturated, and the urine began to seep through the fabric, leaving a telltale yellow stain and pouring on couch that she seated on. She immediately got up with panic and then she started to feel the liquid running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and spreading across the floor. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, and there was no stopping the flow.
Cuddy's face flushed with embarrassment as she looked around the waiting room, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. But there was no hiding the evidence - the couch beneath her was soaked through, and a large puddle of urine was forming on the ground around her.
She tried to take a step forward, but her jeans were so heavy with urine that they clung to her legs, making it difficult to move. She felt humiliated, trapped in a body that had betrayed her. She tried to control the flow, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave.
The sensation was overwhelming - the warmth of the urine against her skin, the sound of it splashing onto the ground, the acrid smell of urine filling the air. She felt helpless, exposed, and utterly ashamed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, in such a public place, with no way to hide it.
Cuddy's mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this situation, but she knew there was no way out. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the puddle beneath her feet. She felt like she had lost control of her body and her dignity, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Cuddy could hear whispers and muffled giggles from the other women in the waiting room. She knew that they were talking about her, and the thought made her feel even more mortified. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment, and she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room.
The sound of a woman on the phone made Cuddy feel even worse. She could hear herspeaking loudly, telling someone about what had just happened. "Some idiot just totally peed herself in the waiting room. Oh my god." the woman said, and Cuddy felt like she was going to die of shame.
She felt like a child who had wet her pants, but she knew that she was a grown woman who should have been able to control her bladder. She wished that she could just disappear, or that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. But instead, she was standing in a puddle of her own urine, feeling exposed and humiliated.
Cuddy wanted to explain herself, to tell the other women that this wasn't her fault, that she had been waiting for hours and couldn't hold it any longer. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. She just stood there, feeling like a complete and utter failure.
As the minutes ticked by, Cuddy began to feel even more uncomfortable. Her soaked jeans were starting to feel cold and heavy, and the smell of urine was becoming overpowering. She wanted to leave the waiting room and go home, but she knew that she had to stay and face the consequences of her accident.
„There is no point in doing ultrasound when you don’t have full bladder. You have to clean the mess you made, lady.”
Cuddy felt a sense of utter defeat as the nurse spoke those words to her. The embarrassment and shame she had felt just moments ago had intensified tenfold. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had always been in control, but now, in this moment, she felt like she had lost all control of her body and her life.
As she looked around the waiting room, she could see the judgmental glances of the other women. She could hear their whispers and snickers behind her back. The weight of their judgment felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel like she had become the butt of their jokes.
The nurse handed her some cleaning supplies and told her to get to work. Cuddy could feel her face turning red with shame as she began cleaning up the mess she had made. She scrubbed and wiped, trying to make the evidence of her humiliation disappear. But no matter how hard she tried, the stain on her jeans and the puddle on the cocuh remained, a reminder of her failure. She couldn't believe that she had let this happen. How could she have lost control like that? The thoughts raced through her mind, each one more humiliating than the last.
As she finished cleaning, the nurse informed her that she could reschedule her examination for another day. But Cuddy didn't want to come back here, not after what had happened. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, to escape the judgmental eyes of the other women and the reminder of her humiliating accident.
With a heavy heart, Cuddy gathered her things and left the clinic. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, like the woman who had walked into the clinic earlier that day was no longer there. All that was left was a shell of a person, filled with shame and humiliation.
Cuddy felt so embarrassed as she walked back home. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. The warm wetness on her skin, the sound of her urine hitting the ground, and the smell of urine all around her made her feel so ashamed. She couldn't stop thinking about what the other women in the waiting room were saying about her.
When she arrived home, House was there, and as soon as he saw her, he knew something had happened. He immediately asked her what was wrong, and she told him everything. He listened to her story with a mixture of concern and amusement. He felt bad for her, but he couldn't help teasing her a little.
As she finished her story, House couldn't resist making a joke, "It's a pity I couldn't see that, Cuddy. It must have been quite a sight!" he said with a smirk.
Cuddy couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Even in this situation, he still managed to make her laugh a little. She appreciated his attempts to make her feel better, but she knew that she would never forget the humiliation she had experienced that day. |
Another commissioned story by @Infecteddeer12 here! This one stars Kanzaki Kaori, as she prioritizes protecting Touma from a distance over going to the bathroom! I always have fun writing for Toaru, so I hope you guys enjoy this one!
The Patience of a Saint
Standing over the rooftops, overlooking Academy City’s District 7, stood the young leader of the Amakuza-Style Remix Church. Clad in her usual attire with her T-shirt tied to show off her midriff and her jeans with one leg torn high up her thigh, she crossed her arms as she observed the adults and college students who did not have to adhere to a curfew bustling around.
Without any incidents going on, there weren’t many people running around this late, especially in District 7, where the residents were largely made up of middle and high school students who were not allowed to wander at night. Perhaps it was because of this relative quiet that when the footsteps of another landed on the rooftop, Kanzaki immediately moved to grab her sword, and turned around to spot a familiar blonde-haired student heading her way.
“Tsuchimikado,” Kanzaki greeted curtly, “What brings you here tonight?”
“Well, I found myself with a bit of time, which seems to be a rarity these days,” Tsuchimikado laughed, though his expression was hard to read behind his sunglasses, which he still wore despite the late hour.
“I know you didn’t seek me out just for small talk,” Kanzaki pointed out, removing her hand from her sword and crossing them over her chest, “Is it something important?”
“I’m not allowed to simply visit a fellow Magician from the magic side?” Tsuchimikado asked, in mock offense. Seeing Kanzaki was not amused, he smiled and changed his tone, “Well, I suppose there was something I wanted to talk to you about. Or more specifically, someone.”
Kanzaki’s expression immediately shifted, and there was a glint in her eyes.
“Kamijou Touma,” she guessed.
“Bingo,” Tsuchimikado nodded, a grin spreading across his face, “I don’t know if you’re aware, but our school’s closed tomorrow, which means that Touma will have the day off. With that unexpected abundance of time, I wonder what he’ll get up to. Nothing good, I imagine, with that pesky power of his.”
“W-well, what he gets up to in his free time is none of our business,” Kanzaki pointed out, “Unless something’s going on that involves Index, or if he’s in danger.”
“Hmm, I wonder about that,” Tsuchimikado replied nonchalantly, “Come to think of it, I did catch wind of a situation that could mean trouble.”
Immediately Kanzaki’s expression hardened, and she turned to Tsuchimikado with a grave expression on her face. In contrast, his face was painted with a carefree grin, and the light caught one of the lenses on his sunglasses. It irritated Kanzaki how easygoing he was acting.
“You mean like a magician attack?”
“Well, nothing that far, I don’t think,” Tsuchimikado smiled, “Though, I imagine Touma would be a lot safer tomorrow if he has you to watch over and protect him.”
“Did you really come up here to task me with being Kamijou-san’s bodyguard?” Kanzaki asked.
“Of course not, like I said, I had some free time, and wanted to visit a friend from the Magic Side,” Tsuchimikado answered, “If you decide to look after Touma or not, I’m sure he’ll be fine in the end. Though I imagine you’d also enjoy looking after him, am I right?”
Kanzaki blushed, and turned around to fervently deny Tsuchimikado’s teasing, but instead, she was nearly smacked in the face with a magazine with an exceptionally girly cover. She glanced down, and read the front cover aloud.
“‘Need help getting a man? Here are 20 tips and tricks to make yourself more noticeable to that special someone’…!? Tsuchimikado!”
Kanzaki was ready to wipe the cheeky smirk off of the blond magician’s face, but he merely smiled and jumped off the edge of the roof, landing gracefully on a balcony below and making his escape. Kanzaki let out an irritated sigh and placed her hand on her forehead.
“I can’t believe him…” she frowned, “Still, looking after Kamijou-san… That’s a simple enough task, and if it means he stays safe…”
With that, Kanzaki nodded to herself. She owed Kamijou Touma for all the times he had stepped in to save the day and protect Index. If all she had to do was watch over him for a day, she could do that easily.
“It’s not like I have any ulterior motives,” she spoke to no one in particular, more as if she were trying to convince herself. She kept looking down at the magazine Tsuchimikado had handed her, “I’m just protecting him, there’s no special meaning behind it.”
Still, despite her words, a blush crept up on her face, and she couldn’t bring herself to toss out the magazine.
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“Touma, Touma! I’m hungry!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m coming, give me a second.”
Touma let out a tired yawn as he set breakfast down on the table in front of Index. With the quickest of thank yous, she eagerly snatched up the bowl and began eating voraciously. Touma grabbed himself a helping and began tiredly munching on his rice.
Due to some unexpected circumstances, his school was closed today. It was apparently some sort of regular maintenance and inspection day done for the sake of the Power Development Program, but the exact explanation went over Touma’s head. All that mattered was that he had the day off, and he was able to sleep in a little.
So, they were starting the day quite late. Though Index’s stomach wouldn’t allow Touma to sleep in too long. She had woken him up to make breakfast, and now they sat, the late morning sun filtering in through his window.
“Touma, Touma,” Index began, her mouth still stuffed with food, “Can we go somewhere fun today, since you have the day off?”
“A-ah, well,” Touma scratched the back of his head, “Actually, I was going to go run some errands today. There’s a really good sale going on, but I was afraid I was going to miss out because of school. You can come with me if you want.”
“Aw, that’s boring,” Index pouted, “Can’t we do something fun instead?”
“We’re running low on groceries,” Touma pointed out, “This breakfast used up the last of the eggs, and we’re out of miso. I’m running low on tofu and vegetables too. So unless you don’t want to eat anything for dinner tonight, I’m going to need to go shopping.”
“Hmph,” Index pouted, crossing her arms.
Touma sighed, “While I’m out, I can buy you those steamed buns from that truck that you like.”
Index’s expression immediately changed, and her eyes lit up with sparkles.
“Really, really?”
“Sure,” Touma nodded, “It’s out of the way if I’m just walking home from school, but since I have the day off, I can swing by.”
“Steamed buns, steamed buns~” Index sang happily, even as she continued to eat the breakfast right in front of her. Touma smiled and shook his head. Index was easy to bribe with food, as always.
And so, after breakfast, Touma set out towards the markets. Little did he know, he wasn’t alone.
Kanzaki Kaori watched carefully as Touma left his house. She had taken a vantage point on top of the roof across from his dorm, and had been observing the front door patiently since earlier that morning. Now that he was leaving his dorm, however, she would have to follow him. She jumped gracefully down off the roof and landed in the alleyway, watching from a distance as he walked casually down the sidewalk.
The reason for her acting so covert was simple. Kamijou Touma did not often get to relax given his hectic life. It was for this reason that Kanzaki had vowed not to alert him to anything wrong today. She would keep watch over him from a distance, looking out for any danger, and he would be none the wiser, able to enjoy his day off in peace.
It’s the least I can do for him. Kanzaki reasoned.
As she followed Touma to the shops, part of her felt bad about this arrangement. Not only was she effectively tailing him, but he had no idea of her presence. It wasn’t like she wanted the recognition of protecting Touma, but if she was going to spend her day following Touma around, she wished she could at least spend that time with him.
Kanzaki blushed at the thought and shook her head. Whatever her personal feelings were, her mission today was to watch over Touma like a guardian angel, and she would play her part well.
She observed Touma as he entered a grocery store. Like Touma had told Index that morning, they were advertising a huge sale, and even though most residents of District 7 were in school at this hour, it seemed the shop was still packed. Kanzaki slipped into the crowd of people bustling to make it before all the sale items were gone, and she watched from a distance as Touma shoved his way eagerly to the fresh vegetables.
So, this is the daily life of Kamijou Touma…
There was something intimate about Kanzaki simply bearing witness to Touma’s day to day life. She found herself blushing again, and pushed those feelings down. As she weaved through the crowd, however, another feeling rose up inside of her. This time from her abdomen.
She had to pee.
It wasn’t urgent. Just a slight nagging, but come to think of it, she had spent the last few hours carefully observing Touma’s dorm, making sure no harm came to him that morning. In preparation for the day, she had eaten a hearty breakfast and hydrated well, and she had brought along a small bag with her filled with spare snacks and drinks stored up just in case, but she hadn’t considered using the bathroom. She wasn’t sure when, or even if, she’d get the chance to go, and she began worrying.
Unfortunately, while her mind was on that, Touma had slipped back into the crowd, and Kanzaki panicked. She had allowed herself to lose sight of him. She quickly scanned the store, looking for that iconic spiky hair of his, and upon spotting him paying for his groceries, she let out a sigh of relief.
Pushing her needs to the back of her mind, she discreetly followed Touma out of the store, and watched him move on to the next one.
Kanzaki trailed him more carefully this time, making sure to keep her eyes on him whenever he went into a crowd. As she walked, however, she felt the slight urge to pee creep back up, and she placed a hand over her abdomen to gauge its urgency. She would be fine for a couple of hours, she was sure, if not uncomfortable, but beyond that she had no idea.
Still, she had almost lost sight of Touma already. Imagine if she slacked off and thought she could slip off to the toilets, only to come back and have no idea where he was.
Or worse, what if he gets attacked when I’m not there, just because of my bladder?
Kanzaki shook her head. She would not allow that to happen. This was her mission. And it wasn’t like this was the first mission where the circumstances required her to hold it. In particular, she remembered getting caught up in a really long fight with two magicians with strong teleportation magic. It was a frantic chase where she felt like she couldn’t even land a hit. It had dragged on for the better part of the day, and naturally Kanzaki couldn’t stop to relieve herself anywhere.
She remembered frantically trying to finish the fight while avoiding any blows to the abdomen, out of fear that one would be the last straw for her bladder. She won the fight and practically dashed behind the nearest bush before her bladder gave out. If the fight had gone on longer, she absolutely would’ve wet herself.
Compared to that, her slight urge now was nothing, and she could put up with holding it for a while if it meant Touma was safe.
Kanzaki trailed Touma to the next store, which was a different grocery store that, as far as Kanzaki could see, wasn’t advertising any special offers. She watched carefully as Touma made his way through the aisles, picking up dried noodles and rice and a large quantity of snacks. Had Kanzaki not known Index, she might’ve been alarmed at just how much food he was buying. However, since she knew that the girl had a monstrous appetite, watching Touma dutifully fill his basket with snacks meant for Index brought a smile to her lips.
He’s definitely good at taking care of Index.
Kanzaki found herself imagining what it would be like for Touma to treat her like that, coming home from a day of shopping with her favorite foods. She blushed at the thought and was forced to tuck away when Touma looked in her direction.
As she waited, hoping that Touma hadn’t noticed her, she felt her bladder send another nagging signal, and she gave her thighs a quick squeeze. It still wasn’t that bad, but she could tell she was filling up faster than she thought. She had made sure to drink plenty of water, since it was a particularly hot day, but now it was starting to find its way into her bladder.
Pushing her worries and the subtle pressure in her abdomen to the back of her mind, Kanzaki turned her attention back to Touma. He had turned his attention back to shopping, and before long he had a basket filled to the brim with food, and was making his way up to the front counters to pay.
As Kanzaki watched him, she glanced over and saw a sign to the restrooms. Her bladder nagged her at the sight, and she was half-tempted to slip in.
Surely with that amount of food, I could make it out before Touma finished up in line.
Ultimately, though, she decided against it. While she was worried, she wasn’t that full yet, and for all Kanzaki knew, Touma was just going out grocery shopping. Once he made it back home, he would be much safer, as she and Stile had set up a number of protections around the entire building, out of reach of Touma and his destructive Imagine Breaker. At that point she could slip off to relieve herself and then return to her station on the roof across from his dorm without issue.
She stood there stiffly, trying to ignore her bladder’s nagging and the tempting call of the toilet sign as the cashier deftly bagged up all of Touma’s items and handed him a couple of large bags, in addition to the bags Touma was already carrying. His hands were getting full, and Kanzaki was tempted to reveal herself an offer to carry some of them for him.
Still, that would defeat the purpose of her being discreet, and she was sure that if she approached Touma now, he would see through her and know something was up. She didn’t exactly come visit him on a regular basis unless there was something brewing on the Magic Side.
Come to think of it, we’ve been pretty distant lately…
The thought brought a frown to Kanzaki’s face, and she all but forgot her mild discomfort, instead thinking back to the last time she really got to talk to Touma directly, one-on-one. Her mind came up blank, and she allowed herself a small sigh. Just then, however, she caught Touma finishing up and leaving the store, so she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as well and continued tailing the spiky-haired boy.
As Touma walked back out onto the sidewalk, he found himself running into a familiar face. Quite literally. A girl with shoulder-length black hair barreled into him in quite the hurry, and Touma found himself tumbling over and dropping his bags.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry!”
Touma looked up, surprised to see the person who had just knocked into him.
“Itsuwa?”
The girl was also a member of the Amakuza-Style Remix Church, and did not normally reside in Academy City. In fact, seeing her here also surprised Kanzaki, and it gave credence to the fact that something was going on. She slipped down an alleyway to hide and observe them, ignoring the nagging from her bladder as she knelt down and put pressure on it.
Did Tsuchimikado not tell me the whole story… No, more importantly, if Itsuwa’s here on a mission, why didn’t Saiji or the others notify me that anything was happening?
“A-a-ah, Kamijou-san!”
Itwuwa immediately bent down and started helping Touma pick up his things. Touma began picking them up as well, but he still turned to Itsuwa, clearly confused.
“What brings you to Academy City?”
“A-ah,” Itsuwa blushed, “W-well, I asked to stay here undercover, to keep an eye on things. It was more of a personal request, not anything urgent.”
Kanzaki overheard the conversation and frowned, crossing her arms. She didn’t know if Itsuwa was trying to keep Touma from worrying, as she was, or if she was being genuine, though knowing the girl, she didn’t seem like the person who could lie even if it was to prevent someone from worrying.
She continued to observe their interactions, as Itsuwa finished helping Touma pick things up, and the two stood there, moving to the side so they weren’t in the way of other pedestrians as they talked. All the while she felt another nagging sensation from her bladder, and she pushed it to the back of her mind, straining her ears to eavesdrop.
“You seemed to be in a hurry,” Touma pointed out, “Where were you headed?”
“Oh,” Itsuwa fiddled with her fingers awkwardly, “Sorry about that again. There’s some really good sales going on, and while the Amakuza give me a decent enough stipend while I’m staying here, it’s always nice to save some money when I can!”
“Ah, I see,” Touma nodded, “Actually, I’m out shopping myself. What store is it? If it’s a good enough sale, we can head there together.”
Kanzaki frowned, and felt a pang of jealousy tug at her. She dreaded the idea of following Touma from the shadows while her own subordinate stood right next to him, enjoying their time together. Not to mention that the whole while, her bladder would be filling up more and more.
However, Itsuwa immediately blushed and looked down at her feet “Oh, no, I don’t think you’ll be interested in the sale I’m going to.”
“Oh? But as a Level 0, we’re not given much, so I take advantage of all the deals I can get, even if it’s not something I usually eat,” Touma replied.
Itsuwa’s blush deepened, “W-well, it’s not exactly food…”
“Ah, but if it’s other handy items, like supplies, or clothes, it’s not a bad idea to check it out, right?”
Itsuwa shrunk even further down, “Well, it is clothes… but…”
“But what?” Touma scratched his head, completely oblivious, and even from her hidden spot, Kanzaki found herself placing a hand on her forehead.
That idiot… read the atmosphere…
“bras…” Itsuwa finally answered, almost too quietly for Touma to hear, let alone Kanzaki.
“I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Bras!” Itsuwa said louder, her blush a deep red extending down to her shoulders by this point, “W-wh-when you… when you’re my size… it can be hard to… well… larger ones can be… a bit expensive… so when there’s a sale…”
Touma blushed and finally realized, too late, why Itsuwa had been coy about it.
“Ah, sorry, Itsuwa. I didn’t realize it was something like that.”
Itsuwa was left a stuttering, embarrassed mess, and as Touma tried to comfort her, Kanzaki let out a sigh.
He’s far too dense sometimes for his own good, but he’s genuine to a fault.
She blushed, and as she watched him try to cheer up Itsuwa after inadvertently making her say something so embarrassing, Kanzaki found herself wishing she were beside him instead.
However, the feeling was abruptly cut off by a sudden wave of pressure from her abdomen. Kanzaki was caught completely off guard, and from her hiding spot, she grabbed herself and shuffled around. She shifted her legs so she wasn’t putting so much pressure on her abdomen, and the wave subsided, but the nagging feeling of her bladder was now at the forefront of her mind.
This is bad, I’m filling up much faster than I thought. Was it because of the tea I drank this morning?
Kanzaki watched as Itsuwa finally regained her composure, and the two of them split ways. It was only then that Kanzaki realized that she had just lost a potential opportunity to slip off to the bathroom. She was so focused on not wanting to watch and follow Itsuwa and Touma around out of jealousy that she failed to consider something.
With Itsuwa there with Kamijou-san, I could’ve slipped off to the restroom while leaving Itsuwa to help protect him. And if I lost sight of them, I could’ve used Itsuwa’s magic signature to track them down easily. But now that he’s alone…
Still, the alternative would be Touma following Itsuwa to shop for underwear, and Kanzaki was sure that in the long run, that would be far worse than her current need to pee. Especially if she was stuck watching them.
No, it’s fine… Now that the wave’s gone, it’s not that bad. I can hold it.
And so, Kanzaki slipped out of the alleyway and discreetly followed Touma as he made his way to his next destination.
Touma visited two other shops, with Kanzaki dutifully following him. Unfortunately for her, Touma gave no indication of slowing down, despite the fact that he was now carrying a cumbersome number of bags. Worse still, all the while Kanzaki could feel her bladder slowly filling up. The nagging sensation in the back of her mind was now at the forefront, and impossible to ignore. She was uncomfortable, and definitely at the point that, if she wasn’t protecting Touma from a distance, she would make finding a bathroom a priority.
Kanzaki got her hopes up when she noticed that Touma seemed like he was starting to head back to his dorm, but then he stopped at a food stand to order lunch, and her heart dropped. Touma was frugal, and if he was stopping for lunch rather than simply waiting until he got home, that meant he planned on staying out for quite a while longer.
Kanzaki watched as Touma brought his food to an outdoor table and sat down to eat. She found a bench out of Touma’s line of sight where she could sit down and watch him without him noticing. It was the perfect opportunity for her to eat her own lunch. Or at least, it would’ve been, if her bladder wasn’t uncomfortably full. Still, she didn’t want to deal with both hunger and a full bladder, so she grabbed a rice ball out of her bag and began eating it, trying not to shuffle too much on the bench.
Kanzaki finished it quickly, and turned her attention back to her bag. In it were a few water bottles and some more tea, and despite her urge to pee, her mouth was dry and she was feeling quite parched. She would need to drink something. Hesitant to drink more tea, especially given how quickly she was filling up, Kanzaki reached for the water bottle. She took a few swigs, and almost immediately her bladder sent waves of protest running through her.
She squeezed her thighs together and put the water bottle down for a moment. The pressure hit her harder than she was expecting, while her urge to pee had been noticable before, this was definitely growing close to desperation. She fought back, hoping that the feeling would subside, and it finally did.
Unfortunately, Kanzaki had only managed to take small sips, and so her thirst still lingered in her mind. She generally liked to keep herself well-hydrated, so the scratchiness in her throat was unpleasant, but she knew that too much water would only make the situation worse.
Eventually, she settled on a compromise. She took another few swigs, hoping that her bladder wouldn’t react as negatively. To her relief, it didn’t, only slightly nagging her as she heard the sloshing water and felt it wet her dry mouth and parched throat on its way down.
Kanzaki knew that it would eventually make its way to her bladder, but now that the strong wave had passed and her thirst was quenched, she was feeling a little better.
Unfortunately, while the whole ordeal with the water bottle felt like ages to Kanzaki, it had only been a few minutes, and Touma was still taking his time with his own meal. That left Kanzaki to sit on the bench, occasionally shuffling her legs desperately.
Kanzaki looked back down at her bag, but not to the bottles inside. Instead she saw the magazine she had tucked away. It was the one Tsuchimikado had handed her yesterday.
She blushed. She didn’t want to be caught reading such an embarrassing thing, but she needed something to take her mind off her ever-filling bladder. Not only that, but something about Touma and Itsuwa’s brief interaction had sparked something in her.
Kanzaki squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to push the urge to pee to the back of her mind again, and started reading.
“Can’t get a guy to look your way? Or worried that someone else will snatch him away? Here’s 20 Tips and Tricks from married women who’ll teach you how to land your man!”
Kanzaki rolled her eyes as she continued to read. Many of the “tips and tricks” seemed obvious. Give them gifts you know they’d like. Wear outfits you know they’d like. Find out what their interests are and cater to them. All stuff that seemed pretty obvious. Not only was this not useful information, it wasn’t helping Kanzaki take her mind off her bladder. She shuffled her legs on the bench and continued reading idly, but she kept looking up, hoping Touma would finish his lunch and leave.
“Tip 11, Show that you’re loyal! Even if it doesn’t seem like the guy in question is interested in you, or if you have any rivals of love, loyalty wins out in the end! Show that you’re willing to do anything for your man, and go to any lengths. If you’re always there for him no matter what, he won’t be able to ignore your feelings!”
Unlike the other tips, Kanzaki zeroed in on this one. It was loyalty and devotion that would get across feelings of love the best, not outfits or gifts.
In fact, I’m already doing this now, aren’t I? I’m willing to put off relieving myself and following Kamijou-san around to keep him safe. If I think of this like a test of loyalty, I’m sure I’ll be able to hold it!
Kanzaki blushed, but was grateful to the magazine for giving her the determination to hold it. Thinking of it that way, she shoved the urge to pee to the back of her mind and continued skimming through the rest of the magazine’s articles.
This worked until Touma got up to leave, prompting Kanzaki to do the same. She slipped into an alleyway again to avoid getting spotted by Touma as he looked around, but the sudden movements and quick dash sent a shock through her bladder. Kanzaki was glad she was hidden as she danced and squirmed around, trying to push back against the wave of pressure.
She bit her lip and steeled herself as Touma threw out the wrappers from his food and continued on. She slipped from the alleyway into a crowd, squeezing her thighs together as she walked and otherwise trying not to make her need too obvious. She stood out enough with her usual outfit. The last thing she needed was to draw everyone’s attention by shuffling down the street unnaturally.
Touma stopped suddenly and Kanzaki was forced to make another sudden dash around the corner as she split off from the crowd, who continued to walk onwards. Something had caught Touma’s eye, and he was now looking into the window of a bookstore. Kanzaki composed herself despite her full bladder, and made her way in behind him.
Touma made his way over to a section that looked like it was filled with antique books, and picked up a dusty one with a red leather-bound cover. Kanzaki was surprised, as she didn’t know Touma to be too interested in literature. Though considering the book’s odd, out-of-place appearance, it’s possible he was testing to see if it had magical properties with his Imagine Breaker.
Either way, Kanzaki was now stuck watching Touma reading the contents of the book, shuffling in place slightly from behind an adjacent bookshelf. She was already pushing it with how small the bookstore was. There weren’t many places for her to hide should Touma notice her peeking through the shelves.
Worse still, the fact that she was in such a stereotypical situation such as getting stuck in a bookstore with not restrooms needing to pee, it seemed to only heighten her need. It wasn’t like she would’ve gone if there were any restrooms, but just the knowledge there weren’t any available seemed to make her body react negatively.
Kanzaki crossed her legs quietly and tried not to make too much noise in the quiet bookstore as she watched Touma put down one book and pick up another. She still couldn’t tell if he was reading them or studying them as potential magic artifacts, but she wished she could simply reveal herself to him and tell him that they were all normal, regular books, if only to make him leave the store and continue on faster.
Suddenly, a stronger wave struck Kanzaki, and she was forced to dance in place and double over as she tried to fight her bladder. She squeezed her thighs and tugged at the torn leg of her pants as she fought the urge to grab herself.
Just then, Touma looked over, and Kanzaki was forced to grab a book and hide behind it, Hoping Touma wouldn’t notice her through the small gap in the bookshelf. In her haste, she had rather unhelpfully grabbed a book discussing traditional wood carving, and was now staring face-to-face with a print of the famous Great Wave off Kanagawa. She had seen the work so many times, but now it seemed to be moving, coming alive and sloshing as if to mock her full bladder.
The wave passed, and thankfully Touma had turned away, but he was still browsing the books, and Kanzaki was growing ever more desperate. She checked the time impatiently and realized it had been 3 hours since she started following Touma around the city. Worse still, she had gotten to his dorm in the early hours, meaning it had been at least a good 6 or 7 hours since she woke up that morning and relieved herself.
Kanzaki bit her lip, but shook her head. This was for Touma’s sake. She thought back to the tip she had read in the magazine. This was a test of her loyalty and patience, a testament to her devotion to Touma, even if he didn’t know she was there. The important part was keeping Touma safe. Her bodily needs could, no… would wait.
Standing awkwardly and trying to find a book about deserts or anything dry to take her mind off of her ever-growing need, Kanzaki waited for Touma to grow tired of perusing the antique books and leave. She tried to move around the store, as to not arouse suspicion from the scant few other patrons browsing the isles, disguising her desperate dance as her slowly shuffling down the bookshelves.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Touma had seen enough of the books. Kanzaki still didn’t know what to make of the exchange, or why Touma had been interested in them in the first place, but she was just glad he was finally leaving the bookstore.
She followed, shuffling along quite a bit slower than she had before, as Touma headed down and continued to make his way to the next store. Kanzaki’s bladder made it uncomfortable to walk, and she could barely maintain appearances as she squeezed her thighs together with every step. Sweat beaded up on her forehead, and she clenched her fists at her side, wanting nothing more than to hold herself to alleviate at least some of the pressure.
Her tight pants weren’t helping the matter, and she could feel her waistband dig into her bladder, which was starting to bulge out from its fullness. She was grateful she had the cover of the crowd to hide her stiff walk from Touma.
This is for Kamijou-san’s sake! I can hold it all day, as long as I keep him safe!
Touma turned down the sidewalk and began heading for yet another grocery store, and a sign outside gave Kanzaki a small glimmer of hope. It was a sale for meat and eggs. Both needed refrigeration, so it was highly likely that Touma would head straight home after this. If this was Touma’s last stop, Kanzaki would only have to make it until he returned to his dorm.
Unfortunately, just before Touma entered, he stopped, and Kanzaki recognized the brown-haired girl who had caught his attention.
“Biribiri?” Touma asked, surprised.
Misaka Mikoto, who had her back turned, immediately whirled around at his voice and blushed. Kanzaki once again slipped down an alleyway out of sight, though she stayed standing up. She didn’t think crouching down was a good idea with how full her bladder was. Instead, she crossed her legs and danced in place as she listened in on them.
“W-w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have school?” she asked.
“Our school closed down for the day, something about the Power Development Program doing maintenance there or something,” Touma explained, “Anyway, aren’t you the same, don’t you have school today?”
“Our classes end earlier than yours,” she pointed out.
Touma checked his phone for the time, and his eyes widened, “Oh wow, I didn’t realize it was this late already. I guess I’ve been running around a lot today.”
Kanzaki grit her teeth, all too aware of the time and just how long Touma had been running around. She shuffled desperately, silently urging them to hurry up.
“Just out shopping?” Misaka asked, pointing at all the bags he was carrying.
“Yeah,” Touma replied simply, “Anyway, what are you up to? This isn’t near Tokiwadai.”
“A-a-ah, well, I was just…” Misaka blushed, turning away, “I mean, I was just walking around after school! I wasn’t specifically hoping to run into you or anything!”
Touma gave her a puzzled look, as he hadn’t said anything like that.
“A-anyway, you doing okay? You look tired, and those bags don’t look light,” Misaka pointed out.
Touma nodded, “I’m fine. Though I guess it is pretty hot out today.”
Misaka suddenly grabbed Touma’s hand, and Kanzaki’s desperation briefly left her mind as she surged with jealousy.
“L-L-Let me buy you a drink, then!”
“W-wait, Biribiri-!?”
Kanzaki seethed with envy as Misaka grabbed Touma’s hand and whisked him away. She moved to practically chase after them. However, her first step reminded her of her full bladder as the jolt shot straight up her leg and she doubled over with an intense wave of pressure. She bit her lip and jammed her hands between her crotch, desperately fighting back. She could feel the contents of her bladder slam against her muscles as it tried to force its way out, and she was seriously worried she would leak.
Thankfully, the wave subsided, and Kanzaki was left dry. Unfortunately, she was quickly losing Touma and Misaka, and she had to awkwardly and quickly shuffle after them, being careful not to hit her bladder with another strong jolt like that again.
Misaka managed to drag Touma to the nearby park and and it’s quite infamous vending machine before realizing she had been holding his hand the whole time. She blushed furiously and sputtered as she turned to order them drinks from the vending machine.
Kanzaki squeezed her legs as she tucked down behind a nearby bush, glaring at Misaka. Not only was she spending time with Touma, but the park she had dragged them to had a very loud, very obvious fountain only a few meters away from where Kanzaki was hiding.
She tried to drown out the noise and eavesdrop on Touma and Misaka’s conversation, but she couldn’t focus on anything but constant splashes and trickles from the fountain. It was torture for her swollen bladder, which by this point was struggling to hold it all in. Kanzaki was well and truly desperate at this point, and she doubled over and used the bush as cover to hold herself unabashedly.
I need to pee. I need to pee. I need to pee.
Kanzaki briefly considered leaving Touma in Misaka’s hands, knowing full well if anything were to happen, the two of them could at least hold their own until Kanzaki returned from a much-needed trip to the toilet. After all, she had considered doing the same had Itsuwa stayed with him, and that was when she was far less desperate. However, she was driven by more than just her need to pee. If staying with Touma and fighting against her full bladder was a test of her devotion, than giving in and leaving him with Misaka was akin to giving him up.
So, Kanzaki waited in agony, the fountain doing her no favors as her overfilled bladder begged for relief. She shuffled and twisted her legs together as she desperately held on, glaring at Misaka, who had inadvertently held her up. Touma was about to make his last stop for shopping, and he would’ve headed straight home after. It was only because of Misaka dragging him away that Kanzaki was now desperately holding herself, trying not to leak as she watched the two of them talk together.
Suddenly, a powerful wave hit Kanzaki’s bladder, and she had to bite her lip to avoid letting out a surprised gasp. She clamped down harder, squeezing her thighs together until her fingers were white between them, grasping at her crotch through her pants and trying to fight back the pressure.
Kanzaki felt her muscles quiver, and a leak escaped into her panties. She felt her jeans with her hands and was relieved to feel they were still dry, and that the leak hadn’t made it through, but it was a small comfort. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought with all her might to close the floodgates before she leaked again.
She finally regained some modicum of control, but she was really starting to worry that she was running out of time. She bit her lip and looked back over at Touma and Misaka, neither of whom seemed to be ready to go anywhere as they chatted idly on the bench near the vending machine.
This is bad, I have to pee. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it!
Kanzaki frowned in worry, but then suddenly, a realization hit her. She was in a bush already, only holding herself because she was well hidden from everyone. She looked around. No one was nearby. No one else would spot her here.
She could pee right here, in the bush, and then keep following Touma like nothing had happened.
Kanzaki blushed. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t consider doing such a thing. But she was not beyond relieving herself wherever possible if necessity called for it, and in this case, unless she wanted to stop watching over Touma, she would have to do it here.
I guess this is also counts as doing anything for him…
Kanzaki debated a few more seconds, but her bladder sent another desperate wave shooting through her, and she made up her mind.
No, I’ll definitely do it here! It’s my only choice if I don’t want to wet myself.
Kanzaki carefully unbuckled her pants, hooking her thumbs underneath the waistband of them and her panties and slid them off without exposing herself too much. She then squatted and spread her legs, preparing to relax. She let out a brief squirt onto the grass below, but then suddenly she looked up and noticed Touma and Misaka getting up.
No… why now?
The two waved goodbye to eachother, with Misaka blushing furiously from something Touma said, and Touma began heading off. Kanzaki had only let a little out, and she could tell from her bladder that she’d be peeing for a while. If she waited to finish, Touma would be long gone by the time she was ready to catch up. Kanzaki despaired and clamped her legs shut. She shuffled desperately, trying to switch back from relaxing her muscles to pee to squeezing them shut to hold it longer.
She quickly pulled her pants back up, her bladder still agonizingly full, and now madder than ever at her from the brief tease of relief she had given it. She leaked a little as she stood up, and carefully hobbled more than walked after Touma, still trying to be as discreet as possible as she followed him.
I have to pee. I’m going to leak. I was so close to peeing, why couldn’t you stay in the park longer?
Kanzaki somehow managed to shuffle along relatively unseen and follow Touma back to the grocery store. Her only consolation at this point was that this was Touma’s last stop. She remained hidden as she entered the store behind him. She didn’t trust herself to stay inconspicuous if she followed him into the store, but luckily it was small enough that she could simply watch the front entrance and wait for him to come out.
Unfortunately for her, there weren’t any alleyways she could tuck into to hide, or potentially even follow through with her plan at the park and desperately relieve herself. Instead, she was forced to stand out in the open, torn between trying to maintain appearances and not make her needs known to everyone walking by, and trying to desperately hold on.
She felt herself let out another leak and hiked her pants up, squeezing her crotch where her hands couldn’t. She felt the pee seep through her panties and was worried it would show up on her jeans, but she couldn’t see it when she looked down and she couldn’t exactly feel for one while being discreet. Instead, she danced back and forth, shuffling her legs as she held on.
This is Touma’s last stop. I’m almost there. I just need to hold it a little longer.
Beads of sweat pooled on Kanzaki’s forehead, and all she could do was stare eagerly at the front entrance to the store across the street, waiting on the verge of wetting herself for Touma to finally emerge. Her mind was almost blank. Filled with nothing but the sheer desire to pee, and the desire not to leave Touma unattended, two conflicting forces that crashed into each other like opposing waves and sloshed around like the sheer volume of pent up urine in her bladder.
After what felt like ages, Touma finally emerged, and just as Kanzaki predicted, he had bags filled with cheap cuts of meat and eggs. She was nearly at her limit, but she just needed to hold it until he made it home.
He set off, and Kanzaki followed, each step sent an uncomfortable, powerful wave jolting through her. Uncaring of who else was watching, she grabbed herself openly, squeezing herself with each step and fighting back wave after wave of desperation. Her swollen bladder ached, and she could feel her tight jeans squeezing it. She was tempted to reach down and unbutton her pants, but doing such a thing was far too immodest, even for her tastes.
Her mind spun as she simply focused on holding it in, watching Touma as he slowly made his way back towards the dorm. Or at least she thought. Once he reached the next intersection, rather than turning down towards the dorm, he turned in the other direction.
Kanzaki had no way of knowing, but Touma was heading to a food truck often parked in front of an arcade to pick up some steamed buns for Index like he had promised. Once she realized he wasn’t heading towards his dorm anymore, Kanzaki’s heart sunk. She continued to follow him, but she knew it was a lost cause at this point. Her bladder was too full. She was already on the verge of wetting herself. With every other step, she could feel droplets leaking out into her already soaked panties. If there wasn’t a wet spot on her pants from before, there was bound to be by now.
Kanzaki watched Touma stop at the food truck and slipped into an alleyway, still desperately crossing her legs. But she was well past her limit. She briefly considered tucking further into the alleyway to squat down and pee, but she could barely take another step before the dams burst. She gasped and grabbed at herself, trying desperately to stem the flow, but there was nothing for it now. It sprayed out of her, absolutely flooding her panties and jeans before spattering onto the pavement of the alleyway beneath her.
The forceful stream ran down her one pantleg as the rivulets of pee flooded down the other, and Kanzaki blushed and wanted to shrink down as she absolutely drenched herself. The embarrassment was undercut, however, but the sheer relief that flooded over her as she finally lost control, and the sheer pressure and painful ache of her full bladder gave way to blissful shudders and tingles of relief that made her weak at the knees.
She supported herself against the wall of the alleyway as she continued to uncontrollably empty her bladder out, and finally she was left standing there, panting as her stream trickled to a stop. Her face burned with humiliation, her wet pants and panties clung uncomfortably to her. She could feel her socks and shoes wet from the pee that flowed down her legs and soaked into them.
“Well, this isn’t exactly what I expected.”
Kanzaki whirled around, only to see Tsuchimikado standing behind her.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” Kanzaki asked angrily, grabbing Tsuchimikado by the collar. Despite her face already feeling like it was on fire, she felt herself blush even harder. The thought of Tsuchimikado having caught her wetting herself was too mortifying for words.
“Since you started,” Tsuchimikado smirked.
“Y-you! This is all your fault! If it wasn’t for that magazine-” Kanzaki sputtered and trailed off, realizing that explaining why Tsuchimikado was at fault for her wetting herself in an alleyway would mean admitting that she liked Touma, and that she had been following him around all morning with a full bladder out of love. She was humiliated enough already without also admitting that to him.
“W-what are you doing here anyway?” Kanzaki asked, “Were you watching over Kamijou-san too?”
“Well, not exactly,” Tsuchimikado said, “Like I said, it’s nothing like a magician attack or anything, so I’m not too worried about him.”
“Then why are you here? Or did you come here to watch me wet myself?” Kanzaki crossed her arms, though her intimidating expression was clearly undercut by her bright red face.
“I just wanted to enjoy the show, look.”
Tsuchimikado pointed out of the alleyway, back towards Touma. This time, there was another girl with him, someone Kanzaki did not recognize. From the looks of it, she was yelling at Touma, red-faced and looking like she was ready to slap him, and Touma was bowing his head over and over again apologetically.
“Touma got himself into some trouble yesterday with Fukiyose-san, our substitute class rep,” Tsuchimikado explained, “Well, long story short, an unfortunate incident where Touma accidentally grabbed Fukiyose’s breasts came up, and it led to a misunderstanding. I heard that, despite today being a day off, that Fukiyose-san was going to try to hunt Touma down over it.”
“Wait,” Kanzaki looked over at Tsuchimikado, the gears in her brain turning in sudden realization, “That wasn’t the ‘trouble you caught wind of’, was it?”
“Bingo,” Tsuchimikado smirked, “I figured Fukiyose-san would be reasonable enough not to approach Touma if he was with a girl, especially an older girl she doesn’t know, so I dropped some hints to you last night. I expected you to use the excuse to spend some time with him, not stalk him around to the point you wet yourself.”
“Were you watching me the whole time?”
“No, I don’t have that much free time, I just assumed as much when I caught you back here,” Tsuchimikado grinned, “Anyway, it’s one thing trying to be loyal and do anything for him, but if he doesn’t even know about it, how will your feelings get across? Shouldn’t you just be more direct?”
That was the last straw. Filled with anger and emotions, and burning with embarrassment, Kanzaki lunged at Tsuchimikado.
By the time the two left the alleyway, Kanzaki rushing off to get changed, and Tsuchimikado to see the aftermath of Touma and Fukiyose’s interactions, Kanzaki felt a lot better, and Tsuchimikado had quite a few welts on his head.
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Later that night, Kanzaki stood, overlooking Academy City once again. This time, she was alone, hugging her knees to her chest as she looked out across the sparkling streetlights and ambient glow that always seemed to hang around the city.
“I was an idiot today,” Kanzaki frowned.
She felt foolish. Having followed Touma around to the point of wetting herself, and all to protect him from a threat that was never there.
Of course part of her blamed Tsuchimikado for misleading her, and she had a feeling he half-expected her to make a fool of herself in some way or another, but the truth was this whole situation could’ve been avoided if she had just approached Touma directly.
Kanzaki felt the cold wind brush at her exposed leg, and perhaps it was from the cold or from what had happened earlier, but Kanzaki felt the urge to pee again.
“Damn.”
As she stood up, however, she thought back to Misaka, who had directly grabbed Touma’s hand, and even her own subordinate, Itsuwa, who had openly declared that she was going bra shopping to his face.
They had both been so close to Touma, yet she had been so far away.
Suddenly, her embarrassment and sadness from the day turned to determination. Her problems, and even her desperation, stemmed from her being passive and distant, waiting from the shadows and not being able to approach Touma directly. But she had been there from the start. She wasn’t about to lose him to anyone else.
From now on, I’ll be more direct. Loyalty is one thing, but I can’t sit back on the sidelines anymore! I need a direct attack!
Suddenly, memories of her dressing up in the Fallen Angel Ero Maid costume filled her mind, and she mentally backpedaled a little.
Okay, maybe not that kind of direct attack!
Suddenly, another shudder sent a familiar wave through her bladder, and despite not being nearly as desperate as she had gotten earlier, she grabbed her crotch and shuffled around.
But first, I’m going to pee. I’m not about to wet myself twice in one day.
And with that, Kanzaki jumped off the roof to find a proper restroom this time.
The End |
Here's another one! This one's another commission, and is a continuation of my DDLC stories (this one's a direct continuation of this story here:)
Both that story and this one contain messing content, but this one also contains a decent amount of wetting as well. For people who are interested in that, I hope you enjoy! This one's a long one, and is something of a conclusion to my DDLC stories, so strap in for the ride!
Conflicts and Resolutions
Monika let out a soft moan as she felt Yuri lift her head and plant a soft kiss on her collarbone. The two were laced together on the floor of the living room, shirts unbuttoned, skirts and bras discarded. Monika had the house to herself for the night, and they had taken full advantage of it.
A sudden wave of pressure from Monika’s abdomen made her moan as she squeezed her thighs together. She shuffled and blushed, red-faced, as she felt the pent-up flood slosh around inside of her. She was desperate already, the work of two discarded bottles sitting on the table. However, she was far from the only one. She snaked her hand down Yuri’s own abdomen and felt the bulge of her bladder underneath the waistband of her panties. She pressed down gently, and Yuri let out her own moan.
“D-don’t, I’ll seriously leak,” Yuri begged.
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Monika teased. It was true. Underneath them they had laid out towels to soak up the inevitable flood when the two eventually wet themselves.
Yuri furrowed her brow slightly before reaching down to Monika’s own bladder and pressed on it too. Monika gasped, clamping her thighs closed and trying not to leak into her panties. Before the wave could pass, however, Yuri reached up and caressed Monika’s breast with her lips. The hot breath on her nipple sent shivers down Monika’s spine, and she felt a few drops escape into her panties.
“H-hey, no fair.”
“Like you said, that’s the idea.”
Monika gave Yuri’s swollen bladder one last retaliatory squeeze before snaking her hand down even lower, outside her panties. Her fingers quickly found their target and she began teasing Yuri. The sensual black fabric of Yuri’s underwear was soaked at the crotch, and Monika didn’t have to ask to know that it was from more than just pee.
Yuri let out a breathy gasp as she squirmed underneath Monika’s touch. Her face was flush and Monika felt a few hot drips escape into her hand as Yuri briefly lost control. Monika wondered if she was about to wet herself, but despite all her restless squirming, Yuri managed to hold the rest in.
Monika was now on the offensive, and for good reason too. She could feel her own bladder screaming for relief, and she didn’t think she could hold it much longer. She continued teasing Yuri outside her panties, smiling at the moans she was letting out with each rub.
Monika reached up to slip her fingers underneath Yuri’s panties, but something changed. Yuri stiffened up, and Monika was afraid she had crossed a line and Yuri uncomfortable. She immediately stopped and looked up at Yuri, who was wearing a troubled expression.
“A-are you okay, Yuri?” Monika asked.
“Y-yes, I’m fine,” Yuri tried, but Monika wasn’t buying it.
“I can tell something’s wrong. I didn’t go too far, did I?” Monika asked.
“No, no, of course not, I just-”
Suddenly a small, short fart escaped Yuri and she blushed redder than a tomato. She covered her face with one hand and looked away from Monika’s concerned gaze.
“I… I really have to poop. I only felt the urge halfway through holding it, and it wasn’t that bad so I figured I could put it off until we wet ourselves, but…” Yuri trailed off, embarrassed.
Monika’s heart pounded, and she felt herself getting more aroused. The two had held it like this often since they got together, but while Yuri had grown well-accustomed to holding her bladder for Monika, the two hadn’t crossed the subject of poop yet. It was something Monika had more than a passing interest in ever since the sleepover, and since then she had experimented around a bit on her own with it, but never with Yuri.
“So,” Monika thought of a way to gently pry into the subject, “Did you want to go, or?”
“O-or?” Yuri blushed.
“Well, we could continue,” Monika turned away as she spoke. She felt her face burn, and she couldn’t meet Yuri’s gaze.
“I,” Yuri hesitated, “No, I mean, I really can’t hold it. If we keep going I’m gonna do more than wet myself.”
“Well, that’s what I-” Monika trailed off. Yuri was clearly uncomfortable, and she already felt bad for asking that much of her, “N-nevermind, yeah, you should go.”
“S-sorry,” Yuri apologized, blushing. She grabbed her stomach as she rushed off, leaving Monika all alone in the living room.
Monika let out a sigh and placed a hand over her face. Images of her recent messing at the club with Natsuki flooded back, and she couldn’t help but imagine doing the same with Yuri. Holding both in until they couldn’t anymore. She had gotten used to holding her bladder, but there was something about holding both in that made it more challenging, the desperation of one heightening the other.
Monika felt her bladder spasm and realized that, with Yuri using the bathroom, she didn’t have anywhere to go. Not that she wanted to. She pressed on it and moaned as another small leak escaped into her panties. She held her crotch with her hand as her thighs clamped around it, trying to contain the flood. She felt her fingers get to work, teasing herself outside of her soaked panties. She knew she should probably try to hold it until Yuri got back, but she couldn’t help herself. She was desperate and horny, and feeling particularly frustrated at the thought of Yuri turning down her suggestion. She knew it wasn’t fair to be mad, they hadn’t discussed it and Monika didn’t want to make Yuri uncomfortable, but part of her was still disappointed.
Monika felt her bladder spasm again as she worked her fingers around her clit, and a hot spurt escaped. She was bursting, and if she didn’t stop now there was no going back. At the same time, she couldn’t stop rubbing herself as she imagined Yuri was still there, trying to hold back as her full bladder and bowels begged for relief. However, as the image came up in her mind, she couldn’t help but once again think back to her experience in the clubroom with Natsuki. She felt a pang of guilt, even as her face burned at the memory.
Monika felt herself reaching close to climax, and forced herself to slow down to prevent herself from leaking. The motion brought her back down from the edge, and she grit her teeth in frustration. She wanted to cum, but she knew doing so would push her bladder over the edge. Still, Yuri was still not back, and she was bursting. She just wanted to wet herself now.
Monika felt another long, hot spurt escape, and she didn’t think she could hold back anymore. Making her decision, she slipped her hand beneath her panties and slipped her fingers inside herself as she rubbed her sensitive bud. The action brought her right up to the edge again and she let out another long leak, and then another. She was basically wetting herself at this point already, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she brought herself right to climax just as she fully lost control, and an arch of pee sprayed out of her, splashing against her fingers and her panties.
She threw her head back in ecstasy as she convulsed, her fingers slowing as she brought herself down from the climax. All the while she continued to pee at full-force, soaking the towels underneath her and causing quite the puddle to form. Her swollen bladder sang with relief as she lost herself in the pleasure and relief. She lost track of how long she had been sitting there, full wetting herself, until she finally felt the pressure in her abdomen fade away and her stream slow to a trickle.
She was left panting on the floor as she gathered herself back up, and she had only barely managed to sit up and inspect her impressive puddle before Yuri came back into the room. It didn’t take her long to figure out what had just happened, and Monika blushed.
“S-sorry, I really couldn’t hold it,” Monika admitted.
“N-no, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kept trying to hold it when I realized I had to poop. If I had just gone before, we would’ve still had time for me to fill up again before it gets too late,” Yuri admitted. She looked away bashfully and rubbed her arms.
“No, really, it’s okay,” Monika replied. She stood up and walked over to Yuri, wrapping her arms around her from behind. She planted a tender kiss on Yuri’s neck and felt Yuri lean into her. Her shoulders were stiff and Monika could tell she was tense. She waited a moment to see if Yuri would say anything else, before trying to clear the awkward air.
“Now, let me clean up a little,” Monika motioned to her wet panties and the soaked towels on the floor, “I’ll be taking a bath, care to join me?”
Yuri blushed and nodded, and after Monika had wiped up the floor and placed the pee-soaked towels, as well as her panties, into the wash, she found herself leaning into Yuri as the two soaked in the hot bath together. She hoped that the soak would do them both good, but even without either of them saying it, Monika could tell they were still both thinking about what happened earlier.
Frustrated and not knowing what to say, Monika just allowed herself to melt into Yuri’s embrace, hoping that after the bath and a good night’s sleep, the awkward air would blow over.
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Sayori let out a long sigh as she stared up at her phone idly. She was sprawled out on her bed, holding her phone up with one hand as she lazily swiped at the screen with her other. She was only wearing a thin tank top and panties, but she didn’t really mind since she was home alone for the evening. Left bored with nothing to do, Sayori considered turning in early, but with the sun still setting it was far too early to sleep.
Sayori let out a yawn, less from tiredness and more from boredom, and continued to play with her phone. She checked her messages and in a brief flash, she saw the photos that Natsuki had sent her back when they had their messing contest. Despite only glancing at the photos for a few moments at first, Sayori felt heat rush to her cheeks, and she opened them up to look at them better. She felt her hand automatically slip between her legs as she felt herself growing aroused. She began playing with herself through her panties as she stared at the images of Natsuki right after she shit herself. She imagined Natsuki holding it until she couldn’t anymore and letting it all out, which only served to turn her on more.
As she played with herself, she felt a sudden twinge in her bladder, and realized that it had been quite some time since she last visited the toilet. She squeezed her thighs together as she continued rubbing herself, enjoying the conflicting sensations of fullness and pleasure. She glanced back to the photos of Natsuki and her eyes lit up. It had been a few days since they last hung out, and with her bladder already full, Sayori figured it was the perfect time to have some more fun with their shared interest.
“Hey, Natsuki! Did you want to come over for the evening to hang out?” Sayori texted, sending the message and waiting with baited breath for a response.
Only a few moments later, she got a response, “Sure! I’m free!”
“Great,” Sayori sent back, “You can come over anytime.”
“Cool! I’ll head over now!”
Sayori was glad that Natsuki had agreed to hang out, and also that she was already on her way. She wasn’t bursting yet, but her bladder was full, and if Natsuki took too long to get over, by the time they planned anything out Sayori might be quite desperate by then.
Sayori stood up and got dressed into something more presentable. Bending over and changing sent jostles and waves of pressure through her bladder, and she found herself dancing around her room as she got herself dressed. She then sat back down and squirmed with one hand between her legs as she waited for Natsuki to arrive.
Perhaps it was because she was waiting, but Sayori was acutely aware of how full her bladder is, and she found herself stuck shuffling on her bed. She tried to pull up the images of Natsuki again to take her mind off of things, but the arousal only made her urge worse, and she crossed her legs, checking the time every few seconds as if that would make Natsuki get there sooner.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Sayori shot up, nearly leaking as she rushed to the door. She smiled as she opened the door and greeted her friend.
“Hey, Natsuki!”
“Hey, Sayori! Thanks for inviting me, I was going to head to the bookstore earlier, but I found out it was closed today for some reason, so I’ve been stuck at home all day,” Natsuki smiled and Sayori looked her over. She was wearing a cute frilled skirt and a blue blouse with puffy sleeves. It was a cute aesthetic that fit Natsuki rather well, and got Sayori excited to see Natsuki potentially squirming around in it.
“No problem!” Sayori beamed, “I didn’t have anything to do either, so I figured we could hang!”
“So, what did you want to do?” Natsuki asked.
Sayori scratched her head nervously. She wasn’t entirely sure how to breach the subject. It hadn’t been that long ago that Natsuki had caught her red-handed. She had been using the photos Natsuki had sent her of her messing to pleasure herself when Natsuki walked in on her. It was the first time Natsuki realized there was a sexual nature to the interest, and Sayori was in the unenviable position of having to explain that her interest in wetting and messing was, indeed, a fetish.
Sayori had encouraged her to look into it on her own, and come talk to her about things later, but so far they hadn’t had a follow-up of that conversation.
Sayori considered bringing it up now, but she felt a twinge from her bladder, and knew she had to get a move on if they were going to do anything.
“How about a walk? If you had a destination in mind, we can go there too, but I just figured we could walk around and chat for a bit!” she suggested. She wanted to get them both away from any proper toilets, and they could discuss things while they walked.
Natsuki paused, as though she were considering something, and then nodded, “That works for me! Let’s go!”
It wasn’t long before the two were headed out the door, Sayori doing her best to ignore her full bladder as she left the comfort of her home, and the safety of being close to a toilet. As the two walked, they talked about stuff like club and school as Sayori wondered when she should bring up the topic of wetting and messing. She didn’t want to be awkward, and part of her hoped Natsuki would bring up the topic herself, but another part of her was eager to admit that she had to pee, and wanted to know how Natsuki felt about it too.
As she walked, Sayori found herself shuffling along desperately, squeezing her thighs together as she fought against her swelling bladder. She rubbed her abdomen and felt it bulging out slightly. Part of her openly holding it was to see if Natsuki would pick up on her desperation, but another part of it was that she genuinely had to pee. She wasn’t bursting just yet, but she was definitely at the point where she couldn’t ignore the urge.
She also paid close attention to Natsuki, and noticed that she seemed to be shuffling a bit awkwardly as well. Sayori at first thought it was her projecting her own needs and desires onto Natsuki, but as she watched, she was more and more convinced that Natsuki was also holding it in. The idea excited her, especially if Natsuki had purposely skipped peeing right before heading over. It only reinforced her urge to bring up the topic.
With her heart racing, Sayori lowered her voice and asked, “Oh, by the way, did you look into… that yet?”
“That?” Natsuki asked, puzzled for a brief moment before she realized what Sayori was alluding to, and her face lit up bright red, “O-oh, you mean the fetish thing. Y-yeah, I looked into it.”
“What did you think? If you don’t mind me asking,” Sayori asked.
Natsuki hesitated for a bit before answering, “It was really interesting. Like I said, I never thought of it like a fetish, I just was interested in it, I guess. But after realizing how sexual it could be, I guess I can see it.”
“You understand it, but you don’t think it’s a sexual thing for you?” Sayori asked, trying not to let her disappointment come across in her voice. She wanted to approach this delicately, after all.
“I’m not sure,” Natsuki admitted, “I’ve been experimenting around with it, and I think it might be, but I don’t know how to feel about it yet. I wanted to wait until I was more sure about it before talking to you, so sorry if you were waiting for me to say something.”
“Oh no, I get that, no worries!” Sayori smiled, though internally she was starting to regret her decision. She definitely should’ve talked to Natsuki beforehand, and now she was desperate and away from a toilet. She thought it would be simple if she could wet herself with Natsuki while out on the walk, but doing something like that now seemed insensitive.
That being said, she also really had to pee at this point, and Sayori wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it back home in time.
“A-actually, speaking of,” Natsuki interjected, “Can we head back to your place? I was… well, before you called me over, I was holding it, and I forgot to go before coming over, so I really have to pee.”
Sayori was surprised, but she jumped on the opportunity, “Actually, I really have to pee now too. I had to go before I called you over, and I guess I was kind of hoping we could get up to something. That’s why I suggested the walk, to get us away from a toilet.”
“What?” Natsuki’s mood immediately shifted, and she crossed her arms, “You had this planned the whole time?”
“Well, just for me, I had no idea you were holding it too,” Sayori replied.
“We didn’t even talk about it first!” Natsuki pointed out, “Shouldn’t you have brought this up before inviting me over, or at least at the house?”
“Sorry, I just thought-” Sayori trailed off, “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t want to make me uncomfortable, but you didn’t even ask me what I thought of this wetting stuff before deciding that we were going to go on a desperate walk together!” Natsuki pointed out, “I’m still trying to figure all this out, like I said, I didn’t want to talk about it until I had a more solid answer for you!”
“S-sorry,” Sayori asked, “But you’re holding it in too, right? So clearly you’re still interested in it. And you could’ve gone to the bathroom before we left!”
“That’s,” Natsuki trailed off. Suddenly, she doubled over and jammed her hands between her legs. Sayori, likewise, felt a surge of pressure from her bladder, and crossed her legs and danced in place, “Listen, neither of us are gonna make it if we keep fighting.”
Sayori nodded in agreement and looked around, “We’re near the park, it’s not that far, so we should make it.”
The walk to the park was awkward and desperate, with both girls having to stop and squeeze and shuffle to contain their full bladders. Sayori wanted nothing more than to suggest wetting right then and there, but she didn’t want to make Natsuki any more upset than she already was.
By the time the entrance to the park was in-sight, Natsuki was more hobbling than walking at that point, and Sayori herself was forced to openly jam her hands between her legs, not really caring who saw as long as she could keep the pent-up flood inside of her. She was bursting at this point, and it made the long trek to the toilets at the back of the park all the more daunting.
Sayori watched Natsuki hobbling in front of her, hands disappearing up her frilled skirt as she desperately rushed along the path towards the back of the park. The toilets popped up in sight, but just the mere thought of relief made Sayori’s bladder spasm. She stopped in her tracks and felt a small leak escape as she jammed her hands against her crotch. Dancing and squeezing her thighs together, she caught up to Natsuki, who had made it to the door.
The two entered the bathroom and Natsuki dashed for the nearest open stall, only to freeze in place and let out a gasp. Sayori heard the patter on the floor of the bathroom before she spotted the stream. Natsuki doubled over and clamped her thighs together, trying to stem the flow, but it seemed she had pushed herself past her limits.
Pee streamed down Natsuki’s legs in rivulets, and she seemed to give up trying to stop it. Instead she spread her legs apart and let the flow stream down through her panties and between her legs. Unfortunately, it was too little too late, and Sayori could see some obvious wet patches on the skirt. Natsuki’s socks and shoes were also soaked in pee, and small streams still trickled down her thighs as she wet herself.
Natsuki looked down with a frustrated expression on her face as she let herself pee, and it took forever for the flow to slow to a trickle before tapering off. By the time she was done, she frowned and stomped her foot in the puddle, clearly upset.
“I can’t believe I wet myself,” Natsuki pouted, “I don’t even have a change of clothes to walk home in.”
“I’m sorry, this is my fault,” Sayori replied, “Here.”
Natsuki looked over just as Sayori herself began openly wetting herself, relaxing her muscles and letting the pee flow out of her. It soaked into her panties and shorts, streaming down her legs and soaking them before pooling on the floor. Sayori hadn’t just wet herself for Natsuki’s sake, she had really been at her limit, and watching Natsuki’s accident had pushed her over the edge. There was a chance she could’ve made it if she dove into the stall at the last second, but Sayori felt that, on top of everything, her making it when Natsuki didn’t would make things worse.
So, she peed openly, trying not to let the relief and pleasure show on her face too much even as her legs shook from the blissful relief. She steadied herself against the wall with a hand as her pee continued streaming out of her like a waterfall, splashing onto the floor and making quite a mess. While Natsuki’s skirt was wet in places, Sayori’s shorts were utterly soaked, and there was no sign of the flow stopping. She had been holding it in for a while.
Finally, she finished, with the flow tapering off after what felt like minutes standing there. However, as the feeling of relief faded, it was replaced by an awkward air.
“S-sorry about all of this,” Sayori replied, awkwardly looking down to avoid Natsuki’s irritated gaze, “I definitely should’ve talked to you about things ahead of time, and I shouldn’t have tricked you into going on a walk.”
“N-no, It’s my fault too,” Natsuki admitted bashfully, “I didn’t tell you I was holding it, and I could’ve gone before we left. I just… I’m still figuring all this stuff out.”
“Yeah, I definitely get it,” Sayori nodded, “anyway, I’ll give you space to figure things out before we talk about this again.”
“Thanks,” Natsuki nodded, “Now, I guess we gotta walk home like this, huh?”
“Yeah,” Sayori nodded, “Though, we can take some side-paths. Hopefully not many people will be walking down those. Also you’re free to change at my house, if you want.”
Natsuki nodded, “Yeah, this would be awkward to explain if my dad caught me like this.”
The two began heading back, and Sayori felt a little better now that they had cleared things up, but there was still an awkwardness between them. Their conversation shifted back to stuff about the club, but it felt unnaturally sterile, like they were both trying to avoid making each other feel uncomfortable. By the time Natsuki left for the night, it still didn’t really feel like anything was resolved.
Sayori felt really bad for putting Natsuki in the situation she did, and retroactively wished she had taken the time to talk to Natsuki before leaving the house. If she had, this whole incident could’ve been avoided. Worse still, even if Natsuki had been on the fence earlier, it’s possible her own actions had pushed Natsuki away from enjoying wetting in the future, which was the opposite of what Sayori wanted.
Actually, what do I want? Even if Natsuki did have the same fetish as me, what do I want that to mean for us?
Unable to come up with a satisfying answer to that, Sayori let out a sigh and got ready for bed, hoping that by tomorrow, everything would blow over.
***
The next day was a club day, so Sayori found herself heading to the Literature club. She was still apprehensive of what happened with Natsuki the previous day, but she was feeling better and hoping the two of them could leave the awkward air behind them.
She entered the classroom and the smell of freshly brewed tea hit her nose. Monika greeted her as usual with a cheery, “Hey, Sayori!”
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Sayori asked, stepping into the room.
Yuri motioned to her tea set over in the corner, “I made some tea, if you want some.”
“Sure thing, thank you!” she took an eager sip and turned to Monika, “what’s on the agenda today?”
“Oh, not much,” Monika smiled, though there was something a bit off about her tone, “Once Natsuki gets here, I’ll talk a bit about the upcoming festival so we can get some ideas and stuff, but other than that, we’re just doing what we always do.”
“Sounds good,” Sayori nodded. She made her over to her usual spot and sat down, pulling out a notebook and staring at it idly. She sipped at her tea and looked around, unsure of what to do. Unlike Natsuki, who had her manga, or Yuri who always had a book in her hand, Sayori didn’t really have a go-to activity. Sometimes she’d write something, sometimes she’d read a book if she had one, and other times she’d just do what she could to help Monika.
Today, however, she found her mind wandering, and she didn’t really have much inspiration for writing. Instead, she found herself looking over at Monika and Yuri. Monika was sitting on the desk, writing something in her own notebook, and occasionally sipping the tea Yuri made for them. Yuri, as usual, had her nose buried in her book, only taking her eyes off of it to reach for her own cup. She had no way of knowing it, but the two still felt exceptionally awkward after their own incident over the weekend. Monika didn’t really know what to say to Yuri to clear the air, and it was clear Yuri still felt awkward about the situation.
Even worse, when words failed, Monika and Yuri would often resort to action. A comforting touch here, a warm hug there, and touches to convey their thoughts and desires. Yuri often found this easier than articulating her feelings vocally, and Monika was more than happy to respond in kind. However, they didn’t want to go around acting all intimate together at school, and they wouldn’t be able to clear anything up in front of Sayori anyway, so the two sat there in a stiff silence, punctuated only by the occasional sound of them sipping their tea.
Sayori picked up on the uncomfortable atmosphere between them, but she didn’t know what to say. In the first place, she didn’t really know what was going on between them. Natsuki had hinted that she thought there was something going on there, but Sayori hadn’t seen it herself, and Monika and Yuri hadn’t told anyone about their relationship yet, so she had no way of knowing. So, she simply sat there too, tapping on her notebook with her pencil and leaving scattered dots.
Finally, Natsuki entered, her cheery “Hey” breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“Hey Natsuki! Welcome,” Monika greeted her, smiling.
“Hey!” Sayori smiled, and Natsuki looked over, smiling at her with a slight blush. Clearly her mind was still on what happened yesterday, and while she wouldn’t let it show, Sayori could tell she still felt a little awkward too.
“I made tea, if you want,” Yuri offered. Soon, Natsuki had her own cup of Yuri’s tea, and the four of them sat until Monika stood up and walked to the front and center of the room.
“Alright, everyone!” Monika called out, sounding grateful that she could now get the meeting started properly, “Let’s talk about what we’re going to do for the festival coming up! We have plenty of time, but now that the funds for the club have been approved and we know how much we have to work with, we can come up with a plan early so we’re not rushing to get things done last-minute!”
“We were already throwing around ideas for a poetry-reading event,” Natsuki recalled, “I like that idea, it would be simple to set up, and we’d just have to make sure to decorate.”
“Yeah,” Sayori smiled, “You can make your cupcakes, and Yuri can make the tea!”
“I’m fine with that,” Yuri agreed quietly, “Though, sharing a poem to all those people would be…”
“It’ll be fine! And you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Yuri,” Monika smiled, “Or I can read the poem for you.”
“N-no, it’s fine, I’ll do it. I’m nervous, but excited,” Yuri admitted.
Sayori was surprised, and looked over at the two. She was definitely catching on that there was something going on between them.
The conversation continued as the girls worked out a bit more of the fine details, but they were pretty much all in agreement. As such, it didn’t take long for discussion of the festival event to be over, meaning they were back to free time. Natsuki headed to the back and grabbed a manga from her collection and sat down on the floor, polishing off the last of her tea and setting the cup down by the tea set. Yuri once again returned to her book, which she had made impressive progress in given its size.
Sayori was hoping to help Monika with whatever presidential duties she might have had, but it seemed like today she didn’t have much to do, and was daydreaming while staring out the classroom window. That left Sayori sitting there, still awkwardly fiddling with her own empty cup as she stared at her blank notebook. She eventually grew bored, and although she knew she shouldn’t, she pulled out her phone and looked back on the images Natsuki had sent her. She lingered on the last one with Monika, but closed it before she grew too aroused.The last thing she needed was to make herself horny without being able to do anything about it in the middle of club.
Suddenly, however, Sayori noticed a twinge in her bladder. She rubbed her abdomen and was surprised to feel a bit of a bulge there. She had gone to the restroom before her last class, and wasn’t expecting to fill up so fast. Not only that, but the urge had come on rather abruptly. She found herself shuffling her legs and glancing towards the door.
As she did so, however, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one shuffling uncomfortably. Yuri had her legs crossed under the desk, and was shaking her leg restlessly, which was rather uncommon to see. Not only that, but her hand was fiddling with the edge of her skirt.
Natsuki, as well, was shuffling around, her thighs squeezed together as she sat on the floor and read her manga. She was more confident now after having picked up on the telltale signs of Natsuki’s desperation yesterday that Natsuki was definitely feeling a similar effect.
The last one to confirm was Monika, and while Sayori couldn’t see below her waist behind the desk, she was fiddling with her hair nervously and she looked pretty restless.
Suddenly, Yuri stood up, and Sayori at first thought she was going to the restroom, but instead she headed over to her tea set. She picked up the container of leaves, and her eyes widened. She looked around and Sayori quickly turned her head away so Yuri didn’t catch her watching.
Yuri cupped the container of tea in her hand and tried to return to her desk, but Natsuki stood up and quickly grabbed her wrist.
“What’s with that tea? I’ve gotta pee like crazy!” Natsuki pointed out, as if Sayori needed more of a confirmation that she wasn’t the only one with a full bladder.
“A-ah,” Yuri gasped, panicking as Natsuki pulled the tea from her hand and read the label.
“This is a diuretic tea!”
“I-it was an accident,” Yuri blushed, looking down, “I meant to grab the other one in my bag.”
“Likely story,” Natsuki crossed her arms.
“It’s true!” Yuri shot back. She grabbed her bag and held up another container of tea, with a very similar shape and color. The only difference was a small band around the lid that differentiated one from the other.
“Okay, so you do have two teas. Still, how do we know you didn’t do this on purpose?” Natsuki asked.
Yuri grabbed her arm awkwardly and tried to make herself as small as possible, something that was very difficult, especially considering Natsuki’s small stature. She was also shuffling around, with her hand still tugging at the hem of her skirt. Sayori felt bad that Natsuki was going hard on the accusations, but Yuri had been acting a bit suspicious. Actually, to her, the fact that she was carrying around a tea like that at all was suspicious.
“H-hey, I’m sure it was an accident,” Monika chimed in, stepping over from the front desk to mediate. She had her thighs pressed together as she walked over, and even when she reached them, she couldn’t stand still, “Yuri wouldn’t have given that tea to you guys on purpose.”
Natsuki crossed her arms suspiciously, still shuffling in place from her full bladder, “You make it sound like you knew about that tea. And what do you mean “you guys”? You drank the tea too. Unless you mean Yuri would give you the tea?”
“Uh, I mean, that’s-” Monika sputtered and trailed off, not sure how to respond to that. Yuri flashed her a stern look and Monika mouthed her a quick “sorry”.
“Anyway, why do you even have a diuretic tea on you?” Sayori asked, trying to keep her tone less accusatory and more curious than Natsuki was being. She crossed her legs, really feeling the effects of the tea. It was catching up on her fast.
“Oh, well…” Yuri blushed bright red, “I…”
“It was the slumber party, right?” Natsuki asked openly, “You took an interest in holding it after the slumber party.”
Sayori didn’t think it was possible, but Yuri’s face turned 3 darker shades of red, and it looked like she wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole somewhere and disappear. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she rubbed her thigh, and looked down.
“Oh, is that why you knew about the tea, Monika?” Sayori asked, “You have a similar interest, and you two have been exploring it together?”
“W-well, it’s something like that,” Monika replied, “Though it was the sleepover that really got me interested in it too.”
“Wow, I can’t believe we really all have the same fetish,” Sayori smiled, “That’s so cool!”
“Don’t say it like that!” Yuri yelled, surprising Sayori. It was rare to hear the quiet girl raise her voice. But it was clear from her blush that she was more embarrassed than angry.
“Hey, don’t be so embarrassed, it was the same for me,” Natsuki replied, “Well, I already had an interest in it before the slumber party, but after that was when I started experimenting around with… other things.”
Monika picked up on the last part, and she was almost certain Natsuki was talking about her interest in messing, which she had experienced firsthand that one time in the club room, “You mean messing, right?”
“Hey!” Natsuki crossed her arms, “It’s not like I’m the only one. I mean, you are too, right? And so is Sayori!”
“H-hey!” Sayori blushed, “B-but yeah, I am. I’ve had the fetish for a while now. But for you guys, that sleepover really had a big effect on all of you, huh? I think it’s cool we’re all into the same thing! It’s so embarrassing to think about these things by yourself, but if you have someone to share them with, it feels a bit more normal!”
Sayori wanted to smile for some reason. She had been the one to push for the holding contest they all had along with Natsuki, and she managed to spread the interest to both Monika and Yuri.
“I guess it’s cool to have other people to share it with,” Natsuki nodded in agreement.
“Maybe for you!” Yuri blurted out. Clearly, she didn’t feel the same way.
After this, everyone fell silent, and the four were left squirming in place, waiting for the conversation to pick up again. Finally it did when Yuri spoke up again, voice barely a whisper.
“A-anyway, I didn’t mean to give you guys the wrong tea. I’m sorry,” she apologized, clearly uncomfortable with the way the conversation had shifted, “Actually, I think I’m going to go home early.”
Monika looked over, surprised, but Yuri had already grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. Uncharacteristically, she had left her tea set on the table instead of putting it away. Monika flashed an apologetic look to Sayori and Natsuki.
“Hey, sorry, let’s call club here. I gotta get this cleaned up and put away, and I should go make sure Yuri’s okay.”
“S-sorry if I was a bit harsh with her,” Natsuki apologized.
“Also sorry if I pressed the fetish thing too hard,” Sayori added, “I was really excited to have other people to share things with. I didn’t mean for the conversation to make her uncomfortable.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine, she’s probably just embarrassed and overwhelmed,” Monika reassured them, “I’ll talk to her.”
The two nodded and left the club, and suddenly all the excitement from the conversation was replaced with the sheer desperation. Whatever that tea was, it acted fast, and Natsuki and Sayori were both dancing in the middle of the hall.
“Let’s go before we wet ourselves,” Natsuki urged.
“Yes, let’s!”
Sayori and Natsuki half-ran, half hobbled down the halls, grateful that the school was relatively empty at this point. Sayori held herself openly, squeezing her thighs together with each step. Natsuki was rubbing her swollen bladder as she rushed towards the restrooms, having to stop frequently to keep herself dry.
The situation felt all too familiar, and images of yesterday’s awkward encounter flashed in Sayori’s mind. Still, this was totally different. She didn’t set this one up this time, and it didn’t seem like Natsuki was uncomfortable with at least talking about it.
The two finally made it to the restrooms, only to find that all but one of the stalls was out of order. It was rare for that many toilets to be out of commission at once, but it now put them in a difficult situation. The two were both desperate, and with the amplified effects of the diuretic, Sayori wasn’t sure if either of them could hold it if they took turns.
“H-hey,” Natsuki began, still dancing desperately in place, “I can’t hold it anymore, and it looks like neither can you. L-let’s share the stall.”
Sayori’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked over at Natsuki. The idea certainly excited her, but after what happened last night, and given the conversation earlier, it was entirely possible that Natsuki was just pressured into the idea.
“You can go first, if you want, I can wait,” Sayori replied, even though she wasn’t confident of that last part.
“I’m seriously fine with it,” Natsuki reaffirmed.
“Are you sure? I mean, are you sure you’re sure?” Sayori asked, “Like, have you decided whether it’s a fetish for you or not?”
“No, I mean, I still don’t know,” Natsuki replied, “But we’re both bursting and there’s a stall right there, I’m fine with it this time!”
Sayori was really tempted, but she was still hesitant after yesterday. She looked at the stall again and felt her bladder. She was bursting, but she could just barely make it as long as Natsuki didn’t take that long.
“Listen, Natsuki, I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure,” Sayori reaffirmed.
“Listen, I’m telling you I’m fine with it!” Natsuki shot back, “I’m still figuring all this stuff out, and I don’t know where to stand with it yet, but I’d like to give this a try! Besides, we’re both bursting anyway.”
“I can hold it, it’s fine!” Sayori replied, even as she felt her bladder screaming at her for relief.
“Why are you being like this?” Natsuki asked, stomping her foot angrily, “Yesterday you didn’t even ask me before you whisked us off to a walk when we both had to pee, and now I’m telling you I’m fine sharing a stall and you don’t want to?”
“No, Natsuki, it’s not-” Sayori dug around for the words, “I just don’t want to do anything with you until you’ve figured out how comfortable you are with all this stuff, just like we said yesterday.”
“Are you sure that’s it? Or is it that I’m not Monika?” Natsuki asked.
“W-what?” Sayori asked, totally puzzled, “What does Monika have to do with anything?”
Natsuki grit her teeth, even as she doubled over and crossed her legs, “Oh, don’t play dumb with me! I saw you looking at your phone in the middle of club! And the time I caught you getting yourself off too! Both times you were looking at the photo I took of me and Monika’s accident!”
“O-oh,” Sayori did realize that she had a tendency to prefer that photo over the others, if only because it featured two of her friends shittting themselves instead of just Natsuki, “Listen, Natsuki-”
“No, no, it’s fine! You two are clearly more comfortable talking about it anyway!” Natsuki turned around and began hobbling towards the door.
“Natsuki, I don’t have a thing for Monika!”
But it was too late. Natsuki had stormed out, leaving Sayori standing there in the restroom, bursting in front of the one open stall. She reached out and thought about going after her, but she was at her limit, and she leaked into her panties. In a mad dash, Sayori rushed over to the open stall and slammed the door closed, not even able to pull her panties down before she burst. She peed full force into the toilet, her panties barely serving as a damper as her stream splashed and rang against the side of the bowl. Her panties were quickly saturated entirely as she peed through them, and she felt rivulets of pee streaming down her ass before dripping into the toilet below. She threw her head back and let out a relieved sigh. She would have to ask Yuri about that tea later, it was incredibly potent.
In the meantime, Natsuki had managed to get a few steps down the hall before a strong spasm told her she wouldn’t make it to the school’s other restrooms before she burst. Reluctantly, she turned around and hobbled back towards the bathroom.
Sayori sat on the toilet, soaking in the sheer relief of peeing, even as her bladder slowly began to deflate. After what felt like minutes, Sayori felt her stream taper off. She let out a relieved sigh and got to work cleaning herself up as best as she could, though considering she had totally soaked her panties, that didn’t do much.
As she left the stall, she saw Natsuki hobble her way back into the restroom, and their eyes met.
“Natsuki, I-”
“Move, I’m gonna piss myself,” Natsuki replied curtly, and Sayori didn’t say anything else. Natsuki rushed past Sayori, her hands pressed against her crotch desperately, and made her way into the stall.
She tore down her panties and planted herself firmly onto the toilet before throwing her head back and letting out the flood. After what happened yesterday, Natsuki was sure she was about to piss herself, but luckily she made it. Her relief shot through her and sent shivers up her spine. Her spray rang loudly against the toilet bowl, like she had been holding it back all day.
Outside the stall, Sayori finished washing her hands and turned around. She was tempted to stay and listen to the intense sound of Natsuki peeing and imagine her expression of blissful relief, but she would feel guilty about listening in like a voyeur, especially after rejecting Natsuki’s proposal to share a stall. Sayori didn’t know what to think of all this. She thought she was avoiding the mistake she made yesterday, but she managed to make things worse between her and Natsuki, and worse still, now Natsuki thought she might have a thing for Monika.
With a heavy heart, Sayori left the restroom, and Natsuki to her relief.
Back in the stall, Natsuki finished peeing, her stream trailing off as she sat there, mind blank in the haze of her relief. She slowly cleaned herself up and placed a hand on her deflated bladder. She couldn’t deny the blissful relief was almost orgasmic. However, she still didn’t know where she sat with everything. Was this a fetish for her? Why had seeing Sayori looking over at the pictures of Monika filled her with jealousy? Was it because she wanted Sayori to look at only her like that? Not only that, but when she had offered, Sayori was the one who rejected her.
Natsuki let out a sigh. Between yesterday with her wetting herself, and today, she felt awkward and confused, and she knew she needed to sort things out.
***
Monika finished cleaning up Yuri’s tea set and stowed it away in the classroom’s backroom where it was normally kept. She then grabbed her own bag, ignoring the spasm from her bladder as she rushed out the door to try to catch up to Yuri.
She bounded down the halls until she reached the restroom and poked her head in, figuring that Yuri would want to relieve herself before heading home. However, upon poking her head in, she only saw Natsuki, washing her hands, with one open stall.
“Did you see Yuri, by any chance?” Monika asked.
“Huh?” Natsuki looked over, surprised. Monika must’ve caught her deep in thought, “Oh, no, I don’t think she came this way.”
“Alright, thanks,” Monika smiled, “See you tomorrow!”
Monika turned around and gave one last passing glance to the open stall. It was tempting to her full bladder, but she wanted to find Yuri first. She squeezed her thighs together and turned around, darting down the halls towards the front of the school. As she ran, she felt the shockwaves go straight through her and only heighten her desperation, but she didn’t have time to stop.
By the time Monika reached the front entrance, she felt like she was ready to leak, but she found Yuri standing there, shuffling restlessly at the footlockers as she tried to change her shoes. Despite her clear desperation, it seemed she had no intentions of relieving herself before leaving.
“Hey, Yuri,” Monika called out as she caught up to her.
Yuri yelped and looked over at Monika like she had been caught stealing, “O-oh, hey.”
It was an awkward exchange, definitely not helped by the last incident. Monika had been hoping that it would clear up in time, but it seemed the conversation at the clubroom had only made things worse.
“S-sorry about that, I didn’t mean for the conversation to get out of hand,” Monika apologized, scratching the back of her head, “You alright? I would’ve checked up on you sooner, but I needed to put away your tea set and everything.”
“Thank you,” Yuri nodded, “Yes, I’m fine. I just got a bit overwhelmed, and I was embarrassed about mixing up the teas.”
“Hey, it wasn’t your fault,” Monika hugged Yuri, both of them squirming thanks to their full bladders, “In fact, if it had been just us, I think I would’ve found it more funny than anything.”
“Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, “Um… Monika?”
Yuri looked up, as though she were about to say something, but she closed her mouth and visibly contemplated what she was going to say. Finally, she was interrupted by her own body, letting out a light moan as she jammed a hand between her legs.
“Ah, we should both head to the restroom before heading home, unless you wanted to hold it?”
“I… I don’t think I can,” Yuri admitted. She put her outdoor shoes back quickly and the two shuffled down the halls, fighting their full bladders as they made their way to the nearest restroom. It was a different restroom from the one closest to the club room, so when they got there, they didn’t have to worry about the out-of-order toilets. There were plenty of stalls available.
Yuri made her way over to one of the stalls before pausing, turning around and looking at Monika.
“Did you want to… do anything?”
Monika was surprised that Yuri had been the one to suggest it, but she smiled and walked over to Yuri, embracing her even as she felt the pressure in her own bladder building.
“It would be a shame to waste this opportunity, since we’re both desperate.”
The two slipped into the stall and immediately began kissing, but something was clearly off. Yuri was stiff underneath Monika’s touch, and Monika’s mind was elsewhere. Once tender caresses and soft kisses felt stiff, hot and uncomfortable.
Monika was suddenly hit with a wave of desperation and the usual arousal she felt by a full bladder, especially knowing Yuri was struggling to hold on as well, was instead replaced by annoyance. Yuri, likewise, could find no pleasure in the intense desperation, and eventually the two broke off naturally.
“A-actually, I kind of just want to pee,” Monika admitted.
Yuri nodded in agreement, “Yeah, s-sorry. I thought we could get into the mood but…”
“That conversation from earlier,” Monika finished. She purposefully didn’t mention the incident over the weekend.
Yuri nodded, and Monika slipped out, hurrying over to her own stall as she let Yuri keep the one they were in. She closed the door and almost leaked upon seeing the toilet. She tore off her panties and sat down, letting the flood go. The normal blissful relief that came with finally letting go after holding it for so long was overshadowed by the discomfort of what just happened. She hunched over as she continued to pee full-force into the toilet and buried her head in her arms.
Likewise, in the stall next to her, Yuri spent no time slipping off her panties and peeing. She felt frustrated. There were so many thoughts buzzing around in her head from the earlier conversation. Maybe that was the source of discomfort she couldn’t let go of when trying to get into the mood with Monika, or maybe it was the other night, or something else. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Earlier, when she had tried to ask Monika something, she had fallen silent because she didn’t really know what to ask.
The two sat finished up peeing and exited the stalls. They didn’t say anything as they washed their hands and left the bathroom together, both deep in thought about what was going on between them.
Finally, Monika spoke up, “Hey, Yuri, sorry about today.”
“No, it’s fine,” Yuri smiled, though there was an emptiness to her words, “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t mixed up the teas.”
“It’s okay,” Monika spoke up, “I’m the one who bought you that tea in the first place. Obviously it was supposed to be just for us, but if you hadn’t been carrying it around, this never would’ve happened.”
The two made it to the shoe lockers, and this time, without full bladders to contend with, they slipped on their shoes quickly and headed for the entrance. They walked silently until they reached the school gates.
“I’ve gotta go run some errands, so I’m headed this way today, unless you wanted me to walk you home?” Monika asked.
Yuri shook head, “I’m fine.”
“I’ll text you later, then!” Monika smiled.
Yuri nodded, hugging Monika goodbye before turning around, “Later, then.”
As she walked off, Monika watched her, with a heavy feeling in her heart. What was going to happen to their relationship? If they weren’t able to get rid of this awkward feeling, would that be it? Pushing that uncomfortable thought out of the way, Monika turned around and walked off herself, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach.
---
It had been a few days since the disastrous meeting, and the literature club hadn’t met up since. It wasn’t a decision they had all agreed upon. Rather, the girls had just all made various excuses to get out of it. For her part, Natsuki was still trying to work things out in her head. While at this point she was pretty sure her interest in omorashi and messing was a fetish, she had no idea where she stood with Sayori, and she was trying to sort everything out before she talked to her again.
Still, despite her best attempts to avoid club, she had left a manga in the back room that she really wanted to read, and so she found herself headed to the club room to pick it up. In the event that she ran into anyone, she had an excuse prepared to slip out of it, but she was hoping to get in and out unnoticed.
She stopped just outside the door and waited, trying to hear if anyone was in there already. Though she supposed if it was Yuri, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyway. She let out a sigh and headed in, and was glad to see the door was empty.
She slunk to the back room, as though being quiet would prevent anyone from showing up, and quickly grabbed her manga. As she turned around, however, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Monika standing there.
“Hey, Natsuki!”
“M-Monika!” Natsuki’s eyes widened, “A-are you here for club?”
A dumb question, especially considering Monika was the president, but surprisingly, Monika shook her head.
“No. Sayori can’t make it and Yuri was busy, so no club today too, I guess,” Monika shrugged, “I’m just here to drop off some supplies so when we do meet up again, we can get to work on stuff for the festival.”
“Oh, bad luck,” Natsuki frowned.
“I’m free, though,if you wanted to stick around,” Monika replied “Actually, I could use some company, but if you’re busy, then that’s fine too.”
Natsuki paused. On the one hand, with the club canceled and no chance of Sayori showing up, she didn’t have to worry about that issue, and she hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk to or hang out with Monika since they both shit themselves in this very room. There was no reason for her to not stick around and chat.
On the other hand, she was feeling some mixed things towards Monika at the moment. She knew it was irrational, but ever since the club conversation the other day, she realized that Monika and Sayori were more compatible with their interests than she was to Sayori. That was why she had called out Sayori for constantly looking at the photo of her and Monika, and why she had felt so jealous.It was dumb, because logically she shouldn’t even feel jealous. She didn’t even know how she herself felt about Sayori, or what she wanted them to be.
“I’m free,” Natsuki ultimately decided, discarding her prepared excuse.
“Great!”
Monika sat down at a desk and Natsuki pulled up a chair so they were facing each other.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
“W-well,” Monika scratched the back of her head, “It’s complicated, and personal… I guess I’ve been having some trouble lately with things.”
“Ah,” Natsuki nodded, “Is this about Yuri?”
“Yes, I mean, no,” Monika looked up, blushing, “I mean, what? Why would it be about Yuri?”
“Because you two clearly have something going on between you two,” Natsuki pointed out, “You’re dating, aren’t you?”
Monika let out a sigh and scratched the back of her head awkwardly, “You figured it out, huh? Was it that obvious?”
“Well, I knew something was going on between you too. I wasn’t sure what,” Natsuki replied, “I figured it was more of a looser thing than a full-blown relationship, though. Congrats!”
“Well, actually, we’ve been having some problems,” Monika confided, “Or at the very least, things have been kind of awkward between us lately.”
“Awkward?” Natsuki echoed, “In what way?”
“Well, I mean, I guess it was kind of my fault, in a way. We were holding it together, but then Yuri needed to poop, and well, I’m kind of also into that, so I suggested that we continue, but she didn’t want to. Which is totally fine! But then I guess things got awkward, and the discussion at club last time didn’t really help, and I’m worried that maybe our relationship was just built off of our shared fetish, or if I’m getting bored of us just holding it, or… I don’t know.”
Natsuki frowned, if Monika and Yuri were having compatibility issues already, then maybe that was a sign that she shouldn’t pursue anything with Sayori until they were on the same page. Or maybe they’d never be on the same page. Actually, given that Monika and Sayori’s interests were already closer than her’s or Yuri’s, if Monika broke up with Yuri, then maybe they’d be more compatible?
Natsuki shook the idea from her head. She didn’t like that idea. That feeling of jealousy flared up, and she turned to Monika.
“Well, I think you should try to resolve things with Yuri,” Natsuki replied, “I mean, I’m sure everything will work itself out.”
“I’m hoping that too,” Monika replied, “But what if it doesn’t? Also it’s no use trying to force a relationship if things are just going to be awkward.”
“Well, do you like Yuri?” Natsuki asked bluntly.
“Y-yes,” Monika nodded, caught off-guard by Natsuki’s sudden aggression.
“Then that settles it, I’d talk to her,” Natsuki concluded.
“It’s not that simple, though,” Monika replied meekly, “I mean-”
“Why not? You’re not going to get anywhere if you just wait and hope for things to resolve themselves!”
“I want to figure things out myself first,” Monika answered, “I do like Yuri, but I don’t know if I love her, or if I just love the idea of being with her and exploring our fetish together.”
“Well, maybe you should’ve figured that out before you even started dating,” Natsuki pointed out, crossing her arms.
“I-” Monika didn’t know what to say to that.
“I mean, think about how Yuri would feel, too! This isn’t just about you!” Natsuki continued, raising her voice, “Considering how strongly she felt about the manga I was reading at the sleepover, I can only assume this is all new to her. Don’t do anything reckless that might push her away from it or hurt her just because you wanted someone to explore the fetish with!”
Natsuki got heated, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was still speaking about Yuri. She took a deep breath and realized the troubled expression on Monika’s face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be too accusatory,” Natsuki frowned, “I just don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“Y-yeah, no worries, I understand,” Monika nodded.
The two fell into an awkward silence, and Natsuki let out a sigh, “Actually, I have some stuff to do, so I should probably get going.”
“Y-yeah, me too,” Monika nodded.
Natsuki rushed out of the room and frowned. That conversation couldn’t have gone much worse. Part of her anger had been genuine, she would really feel bad if Monika and Yuri broke things off, but part of her only wanted them to work through things because it meant she could keep her jealousy at bay. Of course, just like Monika, she was being a hypocrite, since she didn’t even know what she wanted between her and Sayori.
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On the same day, Yuri found herself walking down the street aimlessly. She had told Monika she had been busy, but she really only needed to pick up a few things from the store, something she could’ve easily done after club as well. As such, she was already finished with her errands, but she would feel bad heading home now.
Instead, she decided to take a walk to clear her mind, and it just so happened that she found herself headed in the direction of the cafe. Deciding that she could use a treat for herself with everything that’s been going on, she entered and the door chimed as she walked in.
“Yuri, is that you?” a familiar voice called out.
Yuri looked up, somewhat startled, and looked over until she saw Sayori, sitting at one of the cafe tables with a half eaten cake and some kind of sweet coffee drink in front of her. Realizing it had been a while since she had gotten to talk to just Sayori, Yuri walked over and sat down.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Sayori smiled, “Skipping out on club too?”
“A-ah, yeah,” Yuri held up her bags from the store, “I had some errands to run.”
“Errands, huh?” Sayori smiled, “Are you sure you’re not just avoiding someone?”
Yuri looked down, rubbing her arm awkwardly, and Sayori flashed her an apologetic look.
“Sorry, I was just joking. Well, half-joking.”
Yuri was going to ask what she meant by that, but she was interrupted by a waitress at the cafe coming over and asking Yuri what she wanted. Yuri ordered a simple tea and a slice of shortcake, and the waitress went off to fill her order, leaving them both in silence.
“So,” Sayori finally broke the silence, “How have things been with you lately?”
“Okay, I guess,” Yuri lied, looking to the side awkwardly, “And you?”
“Ah, well,” Sayori paused, as if considering whether or not to talk about everything, “I’m not really sure. Things have been kind of awkward between me and Natsuki, lately.”
Yuri nodded, relating to that. Things between her and Monika still hadn’t cleared themselves up, after all.
“Ah, so when you were half-joking about me avoiding someone, you meant that you were doing the same.”
Sayori scratched the back of her head, “Guilty as charged. It’s just, things have been really weird. I mean, we’ve kind of been… exploring our interests together.”
Sayori paused, as if gauging if Yuri would be comfortable with the conversation. Yuri was about to tell Sayori it was fine, but the waitress came back with her tea and cake, and Yuri waited for her to step out of earshot before nodding for Sayori to continue.
“Well, we’ve been doing things together, and I guess I just always assumed it was a… well, fetish for her as well. But I don’t think it was really sexual to her, or at least I don’t really think she realized it could be,” Sayori continued, being sure to keep her voice down for fear of others overhearing.
“Ah, yeah,” Yuri nodded. Yuri was like that too, at first. Not that she would admit the struggles she had opening up to the idea of having a fetish like this.
“Well, I guess, I kind of introduced that side of it to her, but things are just kind of awkward now. Like, I don’t really know how she feels about it all, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I also don’t know what she wants out of it, or what we want, really.”
“Yeah,” Yuri repeated. This situation was starting to sound like her own situation. She was worried that Monika wanted more, and wasn’t sure how comfortable she’d be exploring more of the fetish than she was already used to. Not only that, but it wasn’t lost on her how the others pretty much all had an interest in messing, leaving her as the odd one out. She didn’t want Monika getting bored with her.
It already felt like her and Monika were growing more distant, and she was starting to second-guess their relationship. Had Monika just suggested a relationship because they had a shared fetish? Was there nothing more there? There was a pang of sadness when she thought about them breaking it off, but she knew if they had to force things to stay together, it wouldn’t feel any better.
Yuri picked at her cake slowly, not really sure what to say to Sayori. For her part, Sayori seemed to realize she was just venting, and trailed off on her own.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump this all on you,” Sayori apologized.
“It’s fine,” Yuri nodded, “I’m sorry I don’t have anything to add. I’m not really good with this myself.”
“No, it’s fine,” Sayori waved off Yuri’s concern.
Yuri thought back to Monika’s first request that set all this off, and remembered that Sayori had said she was into messing. She looked around the cafe nervously and lowered her voice even more.
“Hey, mind if I ask something,” Yuri paused, fiddling with her fingers nervously, “W-what do you like about messing?”
“Oh, are you curious?” Sayori grinned, eyes lighting up.
“N-no!” Yuri blurted out in a harsh whisper, blushing hard, “I-I mean, it just seems like it wouldn’t be appealing.”
“I get that,” Sayori nodded, “I guess it’s generally considered a bit ‘grosser’ than wetting, but I think it’s about that same sense of build-up and relief. Plus I think it can feel really good once you get used to it. It also doesn’t run down your legs and go everywhere like pee.”
“I-I see,” Yuri nodded.
“Here! I can show you a few photos of me,” Sayori replied, pulling out her phone.
“T-that’s not-” Yuri began.
Sayori had already whipped the phone around, however, and had opened up a photo of her panties, recently soiled. Yuri blushed and looked away, but part of her was curious and she glanced back towards the phone.
“I have a better one too,” Sayori swiped to go to the next photo, but instead of her, it was one of the photos of Monika that Natsuki had sent her.
“T-that’s-!”
Sayori, realizing her mistake, gasped, “W-wait, that wasn’t the one I meant! Monika doesn’t even know I have that, so I was going to get around to deleting it, but…”
Yuri let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. For the briefest of moments, she was worried Monika had sent that to Sayori herself, but apparently it was an opportunistic photo of some other occasion.
The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, the sound of the cafe’s doorbell chiming and the clinking of forks and glasses and faint music practically being drowned out by the thick atmosphere.
Finally, Sayori broke the silence, “Oh, by the way, about the festival…”
Grateful for the shift in conversation, Yuri nodded as Sayori talked about her ideas for her festival poem, and some ideas she had for decorations. Yuri added her own input where possible and soon, both of their cakes and drinks were long gone.
By the time the two were ready to leave, Yuri was grateful for taking her mind off of her troubles with Monika, at least once the conversation shifted. Yet neither of them really felt like the situation had been resolved. Yuri found herself heading home, her head not any clearer as she thought about Monika.
---
The next day, Natsuki found herself heading back to her classroom after grabbing some lunch. Naturally, she was still deep in thought about everything that had been going on, and in her absentmindedness, she nearly barreled into at least three other students on her way.
She turned the corner and suddenly saw Sayori heading down, looking around as though she was looking for something.
Or someone. Natsuki realized, and immediately turned the corner. But Sayori was headed her way anyway.
I’m still thinking through everything, I just want to eat lunch in peace!
Thinking fast, Natsuki dipped into a disused stairwell and closed the door behind her, hiding and hoping Sayori would just pass on by and give up. After a few tense minutes, Natsuki was confident Sayori was gone, so she let out a sigh and relaxed.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face. Yuri was sitting there, staring at her blankly with a puzzled expression. A half-eaten rice ball sat in her hands, halfway between her lap and her mouth.
“A-ah, Yuri! I didn’t see you there!” Natsuki smiled awkwardly, laughing.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, uh,” Natsuki turned to look back at the door, “I was just… trying to find some quiet place to eat!”
Yuri’s expression clearly conveyed to Natsuki that she didn’t buy it, and Natsuki let out a defeated sigh.
“Alright, you caught me. I was hiding from Sayori.”
“Oh,” Yuri spoke, lowering the rice ball from her lips and furrowing her brow as though she were considering something. After a short pause, she added, “Actually, I talked to her yesterday, and she told me a bit about what was going on.”
“Oh,” Natsuki blushed.
“A-actually, to tell you the truth, I’ve been dealing with something similar, in terms of Monika,” Yuri admitted.
“Yeah, actually, Monika told me a bit about that too,” Natsuki replied, “Uh, nothing too personal, though!”
“Ah,” Yuri nodded, “Did she tell you we’re…”
“Dating? Yeah,” Natsuki admitted, “Though to be fair, it was pretty obvious there was something going on with you two.”
Yuri blushed, “We… we were going to tell you both… at some point.”
“It’s fine, I get wanting to take your time with stuff like that,” Natsuki nodded.
“Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded.
Natsuki finally found herself heading over next to Yuri, and she sat down to eat her lunch. The two sat there in silence for a moment, the only sounds in the stairwell being the muffled discussions of students in the halls and the sounds of their own munching. Finally, however, Natsuki spoke up again.
“Hey, so,” Natsuki started, as though searching for the words, “I know you two are going through a bit of a rough patch right now, so this might not be the best time to ask, but what’s it like dating Monika?”
“O-oh,” Yuri looked over, “W-well, in some ways, it’s not much different than when we were friends, but in other ways, it’s a lot more different at the same time.”
“What do you mean?” Natsuki asked.
“Well, obviously there’s the intimacy,” Yuri blushed and paused for a moment before continuing, “A-and things like hugs take on a different meaning, so they feel more intense. Warmer and more meaningful. But then it doesn’t feel like other things are all that different. We still talk a lot and hang out like we used to. I guess we do it more often now, of course, but it’s not much different than before we got together.”
“I see, I guess that kinda makes sense,” Natsuki nodded.
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh, uh,” Natsuki blushed and look down at her lunch, “W-well, I just… I’ve been really confused and conflicted about a lot of things.”
“About Sayori?” Yuri hit the nail on the head.
“Y-yeah,” Natsuki admitted, “I’ve been processing everything and while I’ve had this interest in omo stuff for a while, I never really thought about it in a sexual light before. And then I started experimenting around with it more with Sayori, but I still never realized it was a sexual thing for her, and when I found out I got kind of overwhelmed. And now I’m sitting here pretty confident it’s a sexual thing for me too, but I have no idea what I want out of it. Or what I want from Sayori. And then I’m getting stupid jealous over Monika because she and Sayori have similar interests, even though I know that Monika and you are dating and Sayori said herself that she doesn’t have a thing for her. But I guess in the end I’m just insecure about everything because I don’t really know where I stand or what I want out of everything.”
Natsuki finished up and the two sat in silence for a tense moment.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to unload all of that,” Natsuki apologized finally.
“No, it’s fine,” Yuri shook her head, “I understand. To be honest, I’ve been going through similar doubts and insecurities. I know Monika has an interest in messing, and I feel nervous about experimenting with it. Sometimes I worry that if I try it and dislike it, then Monika won’t be satisfied with me anymore, especially when both you and Sayori share a similar interest. I feel like the odd one out here.”
“Well, the way I see it, if it’s just a matter of what you’re into, then that’s just a sexual thing, and not really a relationship, right?” Natsuki asked.
“Y-yeah, and I guess I’m also worried about that too,” Yuri admitted, “We got together because Monika helped me explore my fetish, so sometimes I worry that’s the only reason we’re dating.”
“Well, honestly, I’d just talk to her openly about that,” Natsuki admitted, “I mean, whatever decision you both come to, it’s best to talk it through first, right?”
“Well, it’s not like you and Sayori are talking things through either,” Yuri replied, “You literally came in here to hide from her.”
Natsuki let out a sigh and nodded, “I guess you’re right.”
The two fell quiet and turned back to their food, and soon they had both finished up. Lunch time was winding down, and soon they’d need to get to class. Yuri began packing away her stuff as Natsuki started gathering her trash to throw it away, and just as the two stood up, Natsuki broke the silence.
“Listen, I’m sure both you and Monika care about each other, beyond just the fetish stuff,” Natsuki stated, “Even before you got together, Monika just understood you the most. I know you and I butt heads a lot, and Sayori means well, but Monika’s always been the most observant and understanding. That’s what I think, anyway.”
“I…” Yuri struggled for words, before finally nodding and saying, “T-thanks, I’ll talk to her.”
“And I’ll talk to Sayori in return, I promise,” Natsuki added, “Even if I haven’t figured everything out, there’s no reason I can’t talk things through with her.”
“I think that’s for the best,” Yuri nodded.
The two parted ways, returning to their next class, and Natsuki found herself almost bouncing as she headed down the halls. It felt like a weight had been lifted from her. Likewise, Yuri was feeling much better, and even as she headed to her next class, she was equal parts anxious and excited to finally talk things through with Monika.
---
Later that day, after school Sayori bounded into the club room, only for her face to fall when she only spotted Monika seated at the desk.
“Oh, hey Monika,” Sayori looked around, “Do you know if Natsuki’s coming?”
“Hey Sayori!” Monika smiled back, “I’m not sure. Usually everyone texts me if they’re not gonna be able to make it, but so far I haven’t heard anything. I saw her earlier today, so hopefully she’ll be here.”
“I hope so!” Sayori sighed, “Honestly, I think she’s been avoiding me.”
“Is something going on with you two?” Monika asked.
“Well,” Sayori paused, as if considering whether to share or not, “It’s complicated. Me and Natsuki started experimenting around with the omo stuff, right? But I don’t think she realized it was a fetish at first. So, when I finally… told her, I think it made things awkward between us. At first I didn’t give her enough space to think things through, but then later I think I tried to give her too much space, and I just don’t know where she stands with all of this, so I wanted to talk things through with her, but I haven’t been able to find her.”
“Oh,” Monika nodded. She had no idea that Natsuki and Sayori were going through something like that either, but Sayori’s position sounded a lot similar to hers, “To be honest, that sounds a bit like what I’m going through.”
“Oh?” Sayori asked.
“Well, things have been awkward between me and Yuri,” Monika admitted, “It’s kind of my fault too, because I was hoping we could experiment more with messing, but I don’t know if Yuri’s all that receptive to it. And I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but ever since the conversation at club the other day, I’ve had a lot on my mind, and I want to make sure I’m not just dating her because of our shared fetish, and that we’re on the same page about what we want.”
“Wait, you’re dating Yuri?” Sayori asked.
“O-oh,” Monika blushed, “Well, that cat’s out of the bag, huh?”
“I knew something was going on with you two, but I wasn’t sure what. I thought it might’ve been a more casual thing, like what me and Natsuki had going on,” Sayori began.
“Are you sure it’s a casual thing?” Monika asked, recalling how heated Natsuki had gotten yesterday. She hadn’t known anything was going on between them, but in retrospect, Natsuki’s sudden anger made a lot more sense.
“Yes, I mean no, I mean,” Sayori paused to gather her thoughts, “I don’t know what’s going on between us. That’s why I want to talk to her.”
Monika sighed, “Yeah. Honestly, we both have a lot of stuff to talk about with them, huh?”
“I think Yuri will be understanding,” Sayori agreed, “And I’m sure Natsuki will be receptive too. I just wish she’d get here by now.”
Suddenly, as if on cue, the door to the room slid open, and both Natsuki and Yuri were standing in it. The two looked nervous, and they met the gaze of Sayori and Monika respectively.
“H-hey,” everyone said awkwardly.
“Listen, I know it’s club and all,” Natsuki began.
“I think everyone has some talking to do,” Monika cut her off, “Let’s postpone the meeting for now.”
Everyone nodded. Monika and Yuri stayed in the club room, and Sayori and Natsuki took the halls.
“Hey, sorry for the other day,” Sayori began.
“No, it’s my fault. I ran off without really giving you a chance to say anything,” Natsuki replied.
“No, I should’ve listened to you too, and I should’ve waited to try anything until you knew how you felt about the omo stuff,” Sayori admitted.
“It’s fine, I forgive you,” Natsuki replied, “I’m sorry I haven’t really been clear about things up until now, and kind of jumped to my own conclusions without talking to you about everything.”
Sayori nodded, and Natsuki took a deep breath.
“Listen, I still don’t really know about everything,” Natsuki admitted, “I’m pretty sure I have a fetish for omo and messing, but I don’t know where the boundaries are, I don’t know what I’m comfortable with, and I don’t really know what I want out of all of this. Like, between us.”
“Yeah. I know Monika and Yuri are dating, but I’m not really sure if that’s what I want between us or not.”
“Yeah,” Natsuki agreed, “But I do know I want something. I want to do things with you. Just you, and experiment. I just want us to be open about it.”
Sayori nodded, “Yeah, I won’t try to get you into an omo situation without us talking things through first. And I’ll be honest about what I want to try, but I’ll understand if you’re not ready for anything.”
“We can figure out things along the way, together,” Natsuki concluded.
“Yeah!” Sayori smiled, “I like that idea!”
Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Yuri and Monika were sitting across from each other around one of the desks. The two sat in awkward silence, before finally Monika spoke up first.
“Yuri, I…” she stopped, the words getting caught in her throat, “I’ve thought about a lot of things, and I want to stay together with you.”
Yuri looked down, rubbing her arms, “Are… are you sure?”
“Yes,” Monika said with conviction, “I don’t want our relationship to just be because of our fetish. And I know I made things awkward by asking you to indulge in my interest in messing when you’re not comfortable with it. I don’t want that to get in the way of us being together.”
“I…” Yuri blushed.
“I don’t want to stop doing omo-related things with you, of course,” Monika replied, “But I want to make an effort to show you that you mean more to me than that. And I’m sorry for not coming to talk to you sooner. I bet you were really worried about all this, huh? I’m sorry I fed into your insecurities with my silence.”
“Yeah…” Yuri smiled, and it felt like all her worries melted away. It was exactly like Natsuki said. Monika really did understand her. Without saying anything, Monika had picked up on exactly what she had been worried about, and had come and apologized.
“Anyway I-”
Yuri stood up and rushed around the desk before quickly pulling Monika into a tight hug. Unlike last time, there was no stiffness, or awkwardness between them. Just warmth.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to come to you earlier and say anything,” Yuri apologized.
“It’s fine,” Monika hugged her back.
“Listen, I… I am willing to try things,” Yuri admitted, “I was just… afraid of not liking them, and what that might mean for us.”
“I’m not going to break up with you just because you aren’t into the messing thing, so don’t worry about that,” Monika spoke softly.
Yuri nodded and clung to Monika tightly, and the two sat like that for a while. In fact, it wasn’t until Sayori and Natsuki, who had been patiently waiting outside the classroom, finally checked up on them, that they realized they had been keeping the other too waiting.
“So, I take it you two didn’t break up, huh?” Sayori smiled as she entered the room, seeing the two of them locked in their embrace.
Yuri blushed, and Monika laughed and scratched the back of her head, “We worked everything out. It seems like you did too, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah,” Natsuki nodded, “Unlike you two lovebirds, we’re gonna play things by ear.”
“Don’t tease them!” Sayori frowned, giving Natsuki a gentle elbow, “Congrats, you two~”
“Oh yeah, I guess we never officially announced it, though I’m sure you both already know,” Monika laughed, “We’re dating.”
It was such an open secret at that point that the four just smiled and laughed at the announcement, and then Monika clapped her hands as she normally did.
“Well then, everyone, we’ve all kind of been slacking on club, so today we should get a jump on getting stuff together for the festival!”
---
After club ended, the four were in high spirits, so they all decided to head out to the cafe to celebrate. The atmosphere was a lot lighter now that things had been resolved, and they had barely held club since the awkward incident with Yuri’s tea, so they wanted to take the opportunity to hang out all as a group.
Monika led the way as they headed down the street, stopping once they reached the door looking into the cozy, pink atmosphere. They entered and took a booth in the corner to accommodate all of them.
Once they settled in and placed their orders, Sayori turned to Monika and Yuri, “I still can’t believe you two are dating!”
“Oh come on, it was pretty obvious,” Natsuki sighed.
“It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” Yuri blushed.
“I thought we were being pretty subtle,” Monika placed a finger on her lip, “I wonder if anyone else knows?”
Yuri blushed even harder, “I… I hope it isn’t too obvious. I mean, you’re both close with us, so you’d notice, but…”
“Hey, no worries, I think it’s cute,” Natsuki smiled.
The four continued chatting pleasantly until their drinks arrived, and not long after each of them was steadily sipping on tea or coffee and snacking on ornately decorated slices of cake. As she sipped, Monika noticed a bit of a twinge in her bladder. She hadn’t done it consciously, but pretty much on habit, she had been putting off going for some time before club, and none of them had gone afterwards.
“So,” Sayori leaned in and lowered her voice, “What do you two get up to?”
“Sayori!” Natsuki looked over, alarmed, “You can’t just ask something like that!”
“N-no, I just meant like, fetish-wise!”
“T-that’s not much better,” Monika pointed out. She looked over at Yuri, expecting to see her lowering her head, but while she was still blushing, she didn’t seem as embarrassed as Monika expected. She also noticed Yuri acting a little restlessly, like she had to pee. She had become good at picking up on the telltale signs, with her hunched over more than normal, and shuffling her legs restlessly.
“I-it’s fine,” Yuri nodded, “We mostly just… hold it with each other, and stuff.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Sayori nodded.
“You have it easy. Sayori prefers dragging me into contests.”
Monika glanced over and noticed that Natsuki was also sitting a little more stiffly, and shuffling slightly. Considering they all shared similar fetishes, Monika wouldn’t be surprised if they all had to go at this point.
“H-hey,” Sayori pouted, “You got really into it, if I remember.”
“Contests?” Monika asked, “Like what we did at the slumber party?”
“Well, sometimes, but last time it was who could shit themselves the riskiest situation,” Natsuki answered, “I won by, er- well, I won.”
Natsuki had glanced up at Monika before averting her gaze and shuffling awkwardly, and Monika’s mind immediately flashed back to the time they both messed themselves in the clubroom.
“W-wait, is that why you made me shit myself the one time?”
Yuri immediately looked up, and at first Monika was worried she’d get the wrong impression, but it seemed like she already had an idea. She turned to Sayori and muttered, “So that’s why you have that photo.”
Sayori looked up at Monika, panicked, and Monika raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“What photo?” Monika asked.
“A-ah, well,” Sayori looked over at Natsuki, who simply shrugged.
“Cat’s out of the bag.”
Sayori produced her phone and showed Monika the images Natsuki took, explaining the full situation to them. As Monika looked at herself, something about seeing her, having just wet and soiled herself, made her own need grow, and she squeezed her thighs together.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you,” Natsuki apologized.
“I can delete it, if you want,” Sayori offered.
“It’s alright,” Monika shrugged off, “Though, if Yuri’s uncomfortable with you having it…”
Monika looked over to Yuri, who was blushing furiously. She shook her head, and looked down at the table.
“It’s fine if you keep it.”
Natsuki smirked, “I can send you a copy, if you want.”
Yuri looked up and blushed ten times deeper than Monika thought possible, and Natsuki laughed.
“I’m teasing, I’m teasing,” she smiled, “And why look at a picture of Monika’s ass when you’ve got the real thing?”
“Natsuki! Stop teasing her so much,” Sayori crossed her arms.
“Hey, I’m right, aren’t I? Besides, you’ve been keeping that around, so clearly you also like looking at Monika’s ass.”
“Says the one who took it without permission, and sent it to me!” Sayori pointed out.
“Guys, it’s fine,” Monika held up her hand, “Let’s just all agree that I have a nice ass, and leave it at that.”
As they all laughed, Monika felt another twinge in her bladder, and she crossed her legs under the table as she squirmed a bit.
“Actually, I dunno if it’s from all this talk of things, but I’ve gotta pee,” Monika admitted.
“M-me too,” Yuri nodded, blushing.
“Same,” Natsuki agreed.
“Wait, do you guys all seriously need to go right now?” Sayori looked up, sounding equal-parts surprised and excited.
“You’re not going to suggest another contest, are you?” Natsuki asked.
“No, of course not,” Sayori shook her head, “I just thought it was funny. I guess it makes sense, though, since we all kind of share the fetish. Though, I only have to go a little right now.”
“Well, this cafe only has a single toilet,” Monika pointed out, “Maybe we should head to the park instead. It’s nearby, and it’s a bit more remote.”
Monika looked over at Yuri, who met her gaze and blushed. She had some ideas.
“Sounds good,” Natsuki nodded, “I can make it there.”
The four paid their bills and headed out towards the park, and as they walked, their desperation became much more abundant. It had been much easier to hold it while sitting down, but now that Monika was standing, she had to squeeze her thighs together with every step. Yuri was gripping at the hem of her skirt, clearly tempted to hold herself. Natsuki was walking stiffly, and the only one who seemed to carry a normal gait was Sayori, who was leading the way.
They reached the park and made their way to the back where the restrooms were, hobbling in only to find that two of the stalls had tape and out-of-order signs on them.
“You’re kidding me,” Natsuki crossed her arms, “We walked all this way because there was only one toilet at the cafe, but there’s still only one stall!”
“T-the two of us could share,” Yuri blushed and motioned to Monika as she danced in place desperately, “A-and Sayori said she didn’t need to go that bad, but that still means Natsuki-”
“I’m fine,” Natsuki replied, “You two go first.”
“Are you sure?” Monika asked. Natsuki was shuffling around quite a bit.
“I’m sure, now hurry and go before I change my mind.”
Monika and Yuri nodded and they both slipped into the stall, as Natsuki and Sayori stepped out of the restroom to wait outside.
Surprisingly, Yuri was the one on the attack, as the second the stall door closed, she immediately reached out towards Monika, pulling her close even as the two wriggled around desperately. She kissed her passionately, and Monika was almost taken aback.
“Y-Yuri-”
“T-this is what you had in mind, right?” Yuri gazed into Monika’s eyes, “Besides, now that we’ve resolved things, I…”
Monika nodded, Yuri didn’t need to say anything more. She immediately reached around and pulled Yuri into a tight embrace, putting pressure on both of their bladders. Her hand snaked down and grabbed Yuri’s ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise as she felt Yuri leak into her panties a little.
“I have to pee,” Yuri stated needlessly.
“Same here, I’m bursting,” Monika nodded. They positioned themselves on the toilet, with Yuri sitting down and Monika straddling her, but neither seemed all too eager to remove their panties or focus on relief just yet.
Meanwhile, outside the restrooms, Natsuki shuffled in place desperately, crossing her arms.
“I hope those two don’t take that long, or have too much fun in there.”
“How bad do you need to go?” Sayori asked, “You don’t need to poop, do you?”
Natsuki blushed, “Y-yeah, pretty badly. I usually go before bed, but I didn’t yesterday, and didn’t need to that badly until we got to the cafe. I was trying to hold out, but…”
Suddenly, Natsuki doubled over and she grabbed her stomach. Sayori couldn’t help but smile as she watched Natsuki struggle to hold it intently.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” Sayori replied shamelessly.
“W-well, it’s easy for you,” Natsuki teased, “You don’t have to go that badly, you said.”
“Hmm, I don’t have to go that bad, but I don’t really feel like holding it, either,” Sayori smiled.
She bent over, giving Natsuki a full view of her ass, as she hiked her skirt up with one hand. She then squeezed and started shitting herself in full view of Natsuki. The sight of Sayori filling her panties so abruptly nearly made Natsuki lose it right then and there, but she continued to watch, transfixed. Sayori’s panties sagged a little as they filled up, and Sayori turned back to look at Natsuki’s reaction.
“So, who’s ass is nicer, mine or Monika’s?”
Natsuki let out a flustered sputter, and as Sayori finished, she drew in close, slipping around and hugging Natsuki from behind, running her hands over her abdomen even as Natsuki struggled to hold it.
“S-stop teasing me, I’m seriously gonna shit myself!”
“It’s fine,” Sayori smiled, “I just did! It feels really good, right?”
Natsuki blushed, and as Sayori squeezed her again, she felt herself lose control, her muscles loosening as a large log began pressing out into her panties. Her knees buckled as she totally soiled herself, and as she was lost in the sheer relief, her bladder burst as well. A powerful stream splashed down onto the sidewalk right out front of the restrooms, and she felt herself panting as she was taken in by the sheer relief.
Back in the stall, Yuri and Monika were reaching their limits as well. They had unbuttoned their shirts and their hands were exploring their bodies, even as their swollen bladders threatened to pop. Monika felt herself leak as Yuri rubbed her fingers over her clit through her panties, and the two’s mouths were locked together in a passionate kiss.
Yuri pulled away for air, and through hot, ragged breaths, she whimpered, “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Me neither, I’m gonna burst,” Monika agreed.
Monika reached up and gave Yuri’s bladder one last press, and she felt Yuri do the same, and they both lost control together. Yuri peed full-force into the toilet bowl through her panties, and Monika could tell from the sound of her stream that she had been holding it for a long time. Monika’s stream sprayed messily between Yuri’s legs, running down them as it spread across Monika’s panties.
She reached down to move her already soaked panties out of the way, but Yuri stopped her with her hand.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”
Monika nodded, and the two continued to wet themselves as Monika straddled Yuri over the toilet bowl. Their lips met again as they basked in the heat of their passion and the pleasure of relief together.
It took quite some time for their streams to taper off, but even once they did, the two sat like that for a few moments longer. Monika pulled away and raised a hand up to Yuri’s cheek, caressing it as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I’d love to stay like this longer,” Monika smiled, “But we’ve been keeping Natsuki waiting.”
“Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, blushing and casting Monika a sultry gaze, “We can continue this back at my house, now that you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered like this.”
That sent Monika’s heart racing, and she blushed as the two started to get cleaned up.
By the time they exited the stall, they caught both Sayori and Natsuki standing just outside the stall, both clearly having shit themselves.
Natsuki crossed her arms, “Have fun in there?”
“S-sorry,” both Monika and Yuri lowered their heads in unison.
Natsuki then smiled to show that she wasn’t that upset, and Sayori grinned as she chimed in with, “No worries, we had our own fun.”
“Ah, but you might want to button your shirts up properly,” Natsuki pointed out.
Monika and Yuri looked down, and sure enough, in their rush, they had missed a few buttons. Yuri’s large chest in particular was doing her no favors as her cleavage and bra was showing through the hole left by the unfastened button.
“A-ah,” the two blushed furiously, having basically gotten caught in the act.
The four then laughed, and after Sayori and Natsuki got cleaned up, they all headed to the exit of the park together before going their separate ways for the night.
---
A couple days later, Sayori and Natsuki found themselves walking along comfortably, in high spirits now that they’d finally resolved everything between them. They were headed to Sayori’s house to hang out for the night, and were excited for what they would get up to together. Enough time had passed since they resolved things, and now they were even able to laugh about it.
“Man, now that we’ve talked things through, I really feel like we were worrying over nothing,” Natsuki laughed.
“Yeah,” Sayori agreed, “Though I do think it was important to talk things through eventually.”
“That’s true,” Natsuki nodded, “Although, I probably could’ve been more open about things, and it is my fault for jumping to conclusions.”
“It’s fine, Sayori shook her head, “I wasn’t exactly helpful either. And that whole mess started because I wasn’t open about it being a fetish to begin with.”
“I guess we both made a huge mess of things, huh?” Natsuki joked.
“Yeah,” Sayori smiled before pausing. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, and she turned to Natsuki, “Say, speaking of messes…”
“How did I know you were gonna go there?” Natuski shook her head with a laugh, “Not that I’m opposed, what’s your idea?”
“Well, I kind of have to go, so I was thinking maybe we could have a contest to see who could shit the most.”
Natsuki crossed her arms, “But isn’t that unfair to you if you already have to go?”
“Oh no,” Sayori shook her head, “I didn’t mean like who can hold it the longest, I just meant if we both hold it to our limit, who can make the bigger mess. So it wouldn’t matter if I wind up having to go before you.”
“Ah, sounds good,” Natsuki nodded, “I haven’t really gone since lunch, so it shouldn’t take me too long. Besides, we’re eating at your house anyway, right?”
“Yeah,” Sayori nodded.
With the two having decided that, it was only a matter of time to wait. Despite saying that she already had to go, Sayori wasn’t so uncomfortable that she had to make an effort to hold it, so the two simply walked back to her house uneventfully.
Once they got there, Sayori was more than happy to talk more openly to Natsuki about the fetish, from discussing various websites to visit to different media that had wetting and messing content hidden in it. Natsuki herself was eager to share some of the manga she had found over the years with similar topics.
All the while, the two filled up. Sayori felt her stomach gurgle as it pushed along more poop. She could feel a distinct pressure in her bowels and she was already starting to shuffle around a bit. Natsuki, on the other hand, didn’t have to go all that badly yet, but she could feel the first signs of needing to poop. It was that slight nagging feeling where, if she wasn’t preparing to hold it, she’d start planning on when to go, but she could still wait comfortably.
As it grew closer to dinner, Natsuki picked up on Sayori’s stiff shuffling, and she smiled, “Hey, it looks like you’ve already gotta go pretty bad.”
“Oh, I’ll be fine,” Sayori replied, even as she felt the pressure build. She squeezed hard and adjusted her position to try to find some comfort, “I want to at least make it to dinner.”
“You did say it wasn’t a holding contest,” Natsuki pointed out.
“True, but I still want to win, and I really feel it building up here,” Sayori admitted, “What about you?”
“I’m still fine for a bit. I’ve got to go, but it’s nothing too urgent,” Natsuki replied.
However, as if to prove her wrong, Natsuki felt a sudden spike of pressure build up, and she clutched her stomach. She let out a short, but audible fart, and blushed as Sayori smiled.
“You’re fine, huh?” Sayori asked.
“T-that was just gas,” Natsuki defended herself. Letting out the fart had reduced the pressure, but now it was harder for Natsuki to push the urge to poop to the back of her mind. She really hoped the feeling would pass, but the longer it lingered, the more she was worried that her urge to poop would sneak up on her pretty quickly.
The two changed the subject, buying time until dinner, even as they both became visibly uncomfortable. Finally, dinner time came, and by that time, it was clear Sayori really had to go.
“My parents are out of town tonight, so they left me money to order in,” Sayori replied, sitting stiffly and rubbing her stomach, “Want to order pizza?”
“That works for me,” Natsuki replied. She was definitely uncomfortable at this point, but she wasn’t as desperate as Sayori, “Were you gonna go before it gets here?”
“No, I want to keep holding it,” Sayori grinned, even as it was clear she was straining to hold it.
“Suit yourself,” Natsuki replied.
They ordered the pizza, and Sayori tried to get her mind off her urgent need as she waited for it to be delivered. When it arrived, she could barely stand still as she paid the delivery man and he handed over their order.
“Let’s dig in! I can’t wait, in more ways than one,” Sayori joked.
“Sounds good, I’m filling up myself,” Natsuki admitted.
The two headed over to the table by the living room and tucked in. Despite her clear struggle, Sayori wolfed down her first slice quickly, and reached for a second before Natsuki finished hers. Natsuki looked over in surprise.
“Considering how much you’re squirming over there, I didn’t think you’d be so eager to eat that fast,” Natsuki pointed out.
“Well, if I’m really gonna shit myself, I need to eat a lot, right?”
Natsuki was going to point out that, unless Sayori planned on holding it that much longer, that the pizza wasn’t going to add much, but before she could say anything, she felt a strong urge sneak up on her, and she was forced to sit up straight and clench to prevent anything from coming out.
“You’re looking a little pale, there,” Sayori pointed out, “Are you going to give in soon?”
“I’m fine!” Natsuki crossed her arms, finishing up her own piece of pizza and grabbing another, “Besides, you’re one to talk! You look like you’re ready to shit yourself!”
She was just teasing, but she wasn’t wrong. Sayori was sitting stiffly, her butt clenched as she fought back against the pressure in her bowels. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead as she struggled to hold it in, even as she continued to eat. Natsuki, meanwhile, was shuffling back and forth, trying to downplay her own needs to further emphasize how much worse Sayori had to go then her.
Yet despite the two’s shared desperation, they made it through dinner uneventfully. Sayori struggled as she hobbled to the kitchen to take care of the pizza box, and upon her return, she found Natsuki squirming as she really tried to hold it in.
“I can’t believe you’re still holding it,” Natsuki pointed out, “I feel like I can’t hold it anymore, and you were holding before me.”
“Well, I did say I really wanted to win, but yeah, I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding it.”
“Should we head to the toilet, then?” Natsuki asked, “I know we’re gonna both shit ourselves anyway, but at least it’ll be easier cleanup. And I assume you want to watch.”
Sayori nodded, and the two hobbled to the toilet. Sayori barely had time to enter before she let out a yelp, and pressed at her ass. She let out a long fart and doubled over, trying to hold it just that much longer, but she had pushed herself too far. She felt a long, dry log push out of her and fill her panties, even as Natsuki gasped behind her. She lifted her skirt to show off a little as she filled her panties, but before the pressure in her abdomen fully subsided, she stopped.
“Wow, is that it?” Natsuki asked, crossing her arms.
Sayori blushed, “I might have held it for too long, and I ate a big lunch today, too. So I guess I’m a little backed up.”
“Well, there’s definitely no way I’m losing this, then!” Natsuki replied confidently.
She turned around and also hiked up her skirt to give Sayori a view, and finally relaxed. Almost immediately, she felt her bowels entirely empty themselves into her panties. They filled and sagged as all the pressure was finally relieved, and Natsuki had to brace herself against the counter as she doubled over and let out a satisfied sigh.
It was over surprisingly quickly, and soon she was standing there with a giant mass in her panties. It was sagging so much that she was afraid that if she moved they’d fall down and make a mess on the floor.
“Wow, that’s really impressive,” Sayori mentioned, “You definitely won. Sorry I wasn’t able to give you a show like that.”
“No worries,” Natsuki mentioned, “Now, let’s get cleaned up before we make more of a mess.
Sayori agreed, and with some careful maneuvering, the two had emptied their panties out into the toilet and cleaned themselves up as best they could.
“Did you want to finish up in here?” Natsuki asked, alluding to the fact that Sayori was still feeling a little constipated.
“Oh no, I’ll take care of it later,” Sayori shrugged off. In truth, after watching Natsuki mess herself, she was far too horny to try that now, “Anyway, did you want to take a bath?”
“Sure,” Natsuki nodded before pausing, “Should we take one together?”
“Definitely,” Sayori smiled, and the two eagerly headed off to the bathroom.
---
“Monika,” Yuri moaned, “I have to pee.”
“I know,” Monika smiled, “me too.”
The two were once again wrapped in each other’s arms, hands exploring each other’s bodies as they sat, half naked on a stack of towels. They had gone to Yuri’s house after school, and were sitting on the floor of her bedroom. Empty water bottles sat discarded around them. They had drank them to fill up their bladders.
Monika planted soft kisses down Yuri’s neck as the two squirmed. She had her thighs pressed together and was holding herself with one hand as the other hand snaked its way down Yuri’s body to caress her inner thighs. Yuri shuddered at the touch and raised her own hand to meet Monika’s breast. Even as she toyed with Monika, she let out a whimper and rubbed her knees together as she felt a strong urge from her bladder.
“I haven’t gone since lunch,” Yuri whimpered, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“Me neither,” Monika smiled, “But let’s try to hold it a little longer.”
Yuri nodded bashfully, even as she crossed her legs, and the two kissed. Monika’s hand snaked in closer to her crotch and Yuri nearly leaked. She clamped down on Monika’s hand, even as her fingers still found her clit through her panties. Her fingers worked her bud in circles and Yuri stifled a moan.
“Don’t, I’ll pee,” Yuri moaned.
“I’ll just tease you for now,” Monika smiled. True to her word, she kept her finger’s motions slow and methodical. Enough to keep Yuri aroused, but not enough to bring her closer to wetting herself, or climaxing.
Yuri herself continued to toy with Monika’s breast, running her thumb over her nipple as she groped it. Monika moaned and bit her lip as Yuri teased her, and she felt Yuri’s other hand reach around and caress the back of her thigh. The tingling sensation shot up her body and she had to clamp down to prevent herself from leaking.
Monika removed her hand from Yuri’s crotch and snaked it upwards, having it rest on her swollen bladder. Yuri’s eyes widened in fear of Monika squeezing on it, but Monika simply teased her, running her fingers gently across it and feeling Yuri squirm and shudder beneath her.
Just then, Monika felt a strong wave from her bladder, and she let out a soft moan as she felt a few errant leaks escape into her panties. She squirmed and fought desperately for control, and was able to prevent herself from any further spurts, but she was on the brink of wetting herself.
“Yuri, I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Didn’t you just say ‘just a bit longer’?” Yuri teased.
In response, Monika pouted, before giving Yuri’s bladder a light squeeze. She gasped and jammed a hand between her legs, wriggling on the floor as she desperately tried to hold on. When she finally removed her hand, Monika could clearly see a coin-sized wet patch over her crotch.
“No fair,” Yuri pouted.
Monika was about to return to teasing her, when suddenly the sound of a small fart filled the room. Yuri blushed, and Monika looked down at her.
“Do you have to go again?” She asked.
Yuri nodded meeky, “Y-yes.”
“Did you want to go?” Monika asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Yuri replied, “I want to… try messing.”
“Yuri, you know you don’t have to force yourself if you’re not ready,” Monika caressed her cheek, “I know we just made up today, but like I said, I’m not going to leave you just because you don’t share all my fetishes.”
“I’m not worried about that anymore,” Yuri reassured her, smiling, “But I want to try it.”
“Alright,” Monika nodded.
“H-how should I?” Yuri asked, “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”
“Here, sit on my lap,” Monika sat down, and Yuri agreed, sitting down on top of her. Monika let out a moan as Yuri’s weight came to rest on her full bladder, but she held out, and reached around. She rested her head on Yuri’s shoulder kissing and teasing her neck, as one hand reached down to continue teasing her, and another reached up to play with her breasts.
“Monika, it’s coming out,” Yuri announced.
Unable to hold it anymore, Yuri felt herself lose control of her bladder first. Monika continued to tease her even as she let out a hot spurt into her panties, and then another, before she burst. A strong stream of pee errupted out of her and soaked into the towels below. As she relaxed, she also felt her bowels tighten, and she felt a solid, squishy mass push itself out of her behind even as she sat in Monika’s lap.
Monika could feel Yuri mess herself as she sat in her lap, and the arousal plus the warm feeling of pee spraying out of her onto her lap made Monika lose it. She started peeing as well, leting out a loud moan as her puddle joined with Yuri’s. She continued to tease Yuri, even as she continued releasing all the contents of her bladder and bowels on top of her.
Yuri initially felt gross about the warm mass building up in her panties, but it was quickly overshadowed with the sheer relief and pleasure she normally felt after finally letting go after holding her pee. She was almost overwhelmed by the sensation, and with Monika’s fingers working her, she felt herself growing closer to climax, even as her stream trickled off.
“Monika, I’m going to cum if you keep up!” Yuri allerted her. However, instead of slowing down, this only made Monika speed up her fingers machinations. She continued to work Yuri’s clit through her panties and she took one of her nipples between her fingers with her other hand, and rubbed and tweaked it until it was hard.
Yuri let out a moan and threw her head back as she finally finished wetting and soiling herself, and she felt her body erupt with pleasure as Monika brought her over the edge.
The two stayed there for a few moments, Yuri utterly breathless as Monika felt the warm mass in her lap and the puddle beneath both of them. The towels were utterly soaked, and they would have to take a bath together after this. Not to mention that while Yuri had cum, she herself was still very hot and bothered. But for right now, Monika let them both bask in the aftermath of the relief, and let Yuri recover.
Finally, after Yuri caught her breath, she turned back to Monika, “I definitely enjoyed that. I’m willing to give this a go more often.”
Monika smiled, planting a kiss on Yuri’s neck as she hugged her from behind, “I’m happy you enjoyed it. I’m very lucky to have you, Yuri.”
The two then moved to clean up, and soon, the two were sharing a bath together, with hands once again all over each other as their passion for one another flared up. With their troubles behind them, the two simply enjoyed each other’s company, and all seemed right again.
The End |
This one's another commission, and is something of a sequel of a story I posted a while back called the Senior Trip, staring the same characters, Nicole and Taylor. You don't need to read that story to understand this one, as this is set much later and explores their dislike of public toilets while bar-hopping! I hope you all enjoy!
A Girls' Night Out
Taylor let out a sigh as she flopped onto the bed in her dorm room. She glared at her phone sitting limply in her hand and rolled over as she looked at the time. It was 8 PM on a Saturday night, the prime time for a college student like herself to be out doing something fun, and yet she was sitting here in her dorm, alone.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t made plans for tonight. A friend of hers from her biology class had the brilliant idea to set Taylor up on a blind date with someone she insisted would be her type. Taylor was skeptical, of course. She didn’t really have an interest in dating anyone at the moment, and even if she did, she wasn’t too keen on the idea of going out with a stranger, but Stephanie had been insistent that the two were just perfect for each other, and Taylor eventually acquiesced.
So, Taylor had gotten ready for the blind date. She styled her brown hair into a wavy side ponytail and picked out an outfit that struck the right balance of sexy and elegant. Her top was a frilled black blouse with a bright rose pattern she left unbuttoned just enough to show off a taste of her cleavage without being overly revealing, and down below she wore a tight skirt that showed off her hips and plenty of leg. She had dolled herself up with a bit more makeup than she normally would, going a bit heavier on the eyeshadow and blush than normal, but not enough to overdo it.
However, just as she had been ready to leave, she got a call from Stephanie, apologizing and saying that her mystery date for the night had cancelled on her at the last minute. Over the phone, she sounded as annoyed about it as Taylor was and apologized profusely, so Taylor wasn’t that mad at her. In fact, part of her was relieved she didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of a date with someone you didn’t even know. Yet that didn’t change the fact that she was now all dressed up with no place to go, and it was pretty late to try making plans with anyone.
Taylor glanced around her dorm room and her eyes fell upon the tv across from her bed. It looked like tonight was going to be a night of binging tv shows by herself instead of doing anything productive.
She stretched and lifted herself off the bed, heading towards the door to her dorm to grab some snacks. If she was going to stay cooped up in her dorm watching Netflix, she at least wanted something decent to munch on.
However, just as she resigned herself too that fate, she heard her phone buzz from her nightstand. She rushed over to it and smiled. It was Nicole. The two had stayed in touch after graduation, though they were now going to different colleges, and didn’t see each other as often as Taylor would have liked. Still, she was grateful whenever they did get to chat, so she happily looked down at her phone to read the message.
“Hey, this is kind of last-minute, but me and Rose were gonna go bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?”
Taylor’s face immediately lit up. This was perfect! She wouldn’t have to be home alone all night after all!
“Sure thing! Where we meeting up, the usual?”
It didn’t take long for Nicole to respond.
“No, we were gonna check out that new bar that opened up near us. Loui’s I think it’s called. The roomie swears their margaritas are the best. Never been there though.”
Nicole linked to the address and Taylor opened it up with her GPS app. While it was only a short walk from Nicole and Rose’s school, it was a good thirty minute drive from her dorm. She could drive there, but she wasn’t sure how to deal with the car if she was going to be drinking all night. She was just about to bring this up, but Nicole already had a plan.
“You can drive to my place and crash here for the night, roomie won’t mind.”
“Thanks,” Taylor shot back quickly, “On my way.”
Taylor took one last look in the mirror and fixed herself up before grabbing her purse, making sure her ID and her wallet were in there. She stepped out of her room and into her dorm’s common room, where her roommate, Jen, was sitting on the couch, surrounded by textbooks and model organs.
“Oh wow, you’re all dressed up,” Jen pointed out, looking up from her notes, “Going somewhere fun tonight?”
“Yeah, I’m going out bar hopping with some friends, I’ll be crashing with them tonight, so I won’t be home later.”
“Sounds good!” Jen smiled, “Man, the whole dorm to myself for the night, and I’m stuck studying for my anatomy exam. I swear I’m gonna wind up bashing my skull-- oh, I’m sorry, cranium-- against the wall.”
“Oh yikes. Sorry about that,” Taylor laughed, “Well, good luck with the exam, and maybe once it’s over we can hang out next weekend!”
“Yeah, that sounds good, if I survive,” Jen joked. She turned her attention back to her studying, and Taylor left the dorm room.
She made her way down to the parking lot and into her car, hopping in and quickly setting out on the road. Taylor was excited, it had been far too long since she had hung out with either Nicole or Rose. The two had landed themselves at the same state university, whereas Taylor had gotten into a medical college. Her coursework and her part-time job kept her rather busy, and lining up everyone’s schedules so they were all free at the same time was a nightmare. However, that made nights like tonight, where everything lined up perfectly, a rare treat.
As Taylor drove, she noticed the small, telltale twinges of pressure from her abdomen and she looked down. She had forgotten to head to the bathroom before leaving. Her penchant for avoiding public restrooms had not waned from her time in high school, especially since one of her frequent duties at her part-time job was cleaning the bathrooms. It would no doubt be even worse at a bar where alcohol was involved. Taylor figured it would be a good idea to go at Nicole’s apartment before they set off.
As Taylor kept on driving, she got lost in the music she was playing and the excitement for the night’s escapades, and the slight urge to pee left her mind entirely. Before she knew it, she was pulling into the parking lot of Nicole’s dorm. Before she had even stopped, she caught sight of Nicole and Rose heading down to meet her.
Nicole was wearing a light blue tank top and a frilled black skirt, with a number of bracelets around her wrists and black thigh high socks with white sneakers. Her dirty blonde hair was cut into a short bob and she went light on the makeup as usual, giving her a rather tomboyish appearance.
Rose was wearing a deep blue party dress with frills down the front. It was low-cut and showed off a good amount of cleavage and was short enough to show off her thighs a bit. Her strawberry blonde hair curled and waved over her shoulders, with pink highlights and tips. She beamed at Taylor and hugged her as she rushed up to her.
“Taylor, it’s been ages!”
“I know, It’s so good to see you!”
“Wow, you really dressed up for this, huh?” Nicole pointed out, giving Taylor a once-over.
“Ah, well, actually, one of my new friends set me up on a blind date, but things fell through.”
“Haha, what, did he get cold feet or something?” Rose asked.
“I dunno, all I know is that Steph-- she was the one who set us up-- told me he canceled last minute.”
“Bummer,” Nicole replied, “Sorry you’re stuck with us instead of getting some action.”
“Are you kidding?” Taylor smiled, playfully punching Nicole’s arm lightly, “I’d much rather hang with you two than go on a date with some jerk I don’t know.”
“Anyway, the bar’s this way from here,” Rose pointed down the sidewalk, “It’s only a five-minute walk.”
The three set off down the road towards the bar, and Taylor remembered that she was supposed to ask to use the bathroom at Nicole’s before they set off. She had expected to go up to Nicole’s apartment and meet with them there before they set off, but since they had come down to meet her, asking at this point would be a bigger interruption. Nicole was pretty accustomed to her habit of not using public bathrooms, and in fact was also prone to avoiding them, but Rose would probably just tell her to wait until they got to the bar. Besides, Taylor didn’t really need to go. She knew the alcohol would affect her later, but for now, she wanted to enjoy her time with her friends.
It wasn’t long before the three reached the bar. They had gotten there at the perfect time. While the bar was pretty crowded, they managed to arrive just as a large group was leaving, so they nabbed a booth pretty easily. Nicole ordered them all margaritas and some bar snacks, and soon the girls had tall glasses in one hand and chips and dip in the other.
“Wow, these are really fucking good,” Nicole exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink.
“Yeah,” Rose nodded, “Alex sure knows how to pick a good bar.”
“Alex?” Taylor asked.
“That’s my roommate,” Nicole answered, “I always call him roomie when I text you, though. I think you met him once, right?”
“No, he was out last last time I came over,” Taylor asked, “Also wait, you’re rooming with a guy?”
“Oh, yeah,” Nicole nodded, pausing to take another big sip from her drink, “The apartment complex is affiliated with the college, but it has its own rules, so co-ed roommates are allowed, as long as you tell them you’re fine with it. They try not to, but I guess they had some trouble this year.”
“Oh yikes,” Taylor frowned, “I had no idea. That sounds like it would be really awkward.”
“It’s not, he’s super chill,” Nicole shrugged off, “We play video games and talk cars and stuff sometimes.”
Taylor nodded, though she still couldn’t imagine having to share a dorm, or even an apartment, with a guy. Even with Jen, it was awkward enough the first few days having to learn to share a living space with someone you never met. She had to share a fridge, a kitchenette, and not to mention a bathroom.
Speaking of bathrooms, Taylor was about halfway through her margarita, and it was really starting to hit her. The alcohol burned on the way down and she felt a tingling in her bladder. Alcohol always had this effect on her. It was an immediate tingling urge to pee that hit pretty quickly after the first sips. She had unfortunately discovered this tendency on her 21st birthday when she went out with Jen for her first legally purchased cocktails. She had been just as stubborn about not using the public bathroom then as she was now, and she didn’t make it back to the dorm before the floodgates burst.
She shuffled slightly under the table, and looked towards the bathroom sign at the back of the bar. She shook her head. It was tempting, but she wasn’t desperate yet. The public bathrooms were an absolute last resort.
Nicole downed her first drink before either Taylor or Rose had finished more than half, so she wound up getting up and ordering another round for them. Once she returned, Taylor felt the need to quicken her pace a little. Nicole was definitely a heavyweight, but she wasn’t going to be outdone by her friend so soon.
“Oh, by the way,” Taylor asked, trying to take her mind off the subtle sensation of pressure building in her abdomen, “How are you and Jacob, Rose?”
“Oh,” Rose looked over at Nicole, then looked down at the table awkwardly.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t tell her,” Nicole apologized.
“What, what’s wrong, did you guys-”
“We broke up yesterday,” Rose answered, “T-that’s part of the reason I wanted to head out tonight and just go bar hopping.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Taylor asked, “I’m sorry I brought it up, we don’t have to talk about it.”
“No, it’s fine,” Rose shook her head, “It wasn’t a bad break up or anything. Jake got an opportunity to study in Japan for a few years. It’s something he’s always wanted to do.”
“He was always such a weeb,” Nicole shook her head.
“It’s fine,” Rose continued, “Of course I’m supportive of it, and I’m happy for him, but… neither of us think we’re ready for that kind of long distance relationship.”
“I’m so sorry, Rose,” Taylor wrapped her arms around her from the side, since they were on the same side of the booth, “I can’t imagine how difficult of a decision that was for you.”
“I almost wish we had broken up over something worse, then at least I could be mad at him, but like this, it’s just…” Rose trailed off, looking up at her first, half-finished margarita. She downed the rest in one go and slammed it on the table. She then reached for the second one and took a heavy swig.
“Easy there,” Nicole chimed in.
“Whooo!” Rose exclaimed, “Sorry for bringing down the mood. I came here to get my mind off things, so let’s have fun!”
“Yeah!” Taylor joined in, raising her second drink to her lips and taking a big swig as well.
“Fine, I won’t be left out either!”
Nicole raised her own glass and hammered down her whole second drink in one go, and the three laughed. They changed topics to something lighter, gossiping and smiling, abuzz with alcohol. Of course, the stunt had done a number on Taylor’s bladder, which was filling alarmingly quickly. She shuffled her legs under the table and took another glance towards the back at the bathrooms.
Out of the corner of her eye, she also caught Nicole shifting around a bit. She knew her friend well, and recognized her movements as the tell-tale sign that Nicole also needed to pee. Nicole had downed both drinks and was eyeing the bar like she was going to order another one, but she was sitting stiffly and it was clear she had her legs crossed under the table. Taylor then turned to glance at Rose, but she was giving no outward signs that she was in the same boat as her and Nicole.
“I’m ordering another drink, anyone want anything?” Nicole asked.
“Sure, I’ll take a mojito,” Rose answered, “This place has really good limes.”
“I’m good,” Taylor shook her head, “I assume this isn’t the last place we’re going tonight, so I wanna pace myself.”
She neglected to add that part of pacing herself was making sure her bladder wasn’t filling up too fast, especially with no relief in sight.
“Lame,” Nicole teased, but nodded and stood up. Taylor watched her walk over to the bar, and took keen notice as she stood there, waiting. She was bouncing from foot to foot slightly. To anyone else, it would look like she was just being impatient, but Taylor knew better. She wasn’t anxiously waiting for the bartender to be free, she was fighting a filling bladder.
While Nicole was ordering, Rose looked over at Taylor, “So, you were gonna go on a blind date, huh?”
“Oh,” Taylor whirled around, “Y-yeah, I guess. Before things fell through.”
“So, does that mean you’re looking for anyone right now?” Rose asked, smirking. It was clear from her voice that she was definitely buzzed. She leaned towards Taylor as she waited for a response.
“No, not particularly,” Taylor answered, “Really I just agreed because Steph was insistent on it.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Rose nodded, then looked Taylor up and down, “Still, I can tell you cared a little bit. You’re dressed up more than normal.”
“Well, I didn’t want to show up looking like a total slob,” Taylor answered, “Besides, if I made a good impression, who knows how things would’ve gone?”
“Ah, so it’s more of a ‘I’m not looking for anyone right now, but if I find someone, I’m game’ kinda thing?” Rose asked again. She leaned in further, to the point where Taylor could smell the tequila on her breath. Taylor shuffled slightly, both from the close proximity to Rose, but also from her filling bladder.
“Something like that,” Taylor answered, “Though really, I’d much rather focus on hanging out with my friends than looking for a dating life when I’m already swamped with stuff.”
“Ah, yeah,” Rose responded, pulling back slightly, “I don’t envy your coursework. I was shocked a few years back when Nicole first told me you were going to med school.”
“I’m back, bitches,” Nicole announced, carrying a mojito and a highball glass filled with a blue layered drink that got darker near the top. Taylor was acutely aware of the sloshing sounds made by the drinks, and she squeezed her thighs together as her bladder sent her another nagging signal.
“Oh, what’s that?” Rose asked, taking her drink from Nicole and pointing at the other one.
“It’s called the oil spill,” Nicole replied, “It’s basically a long island iced tea, but with blue curacao and dark rum, and instead of coke it’s topped with Dr. Pepper.”
“Isn’t a long island iced tea filled with booze?” Taylor asked.
“Haha, fuck yeah it is,” Nicole smirked and took a big sip from the glass.
Just the thought of all that alcohol made Taylor’s bladder spasm, and she crossed her legs under the table. She had about half of her last drink left, so she planned on sipping it slowly while the other two finished their new drinks. She glanced at her phone for the time. 10:00 PM. The night was still young, and knowing them they weren’t going to call it quits anytime soon. Taylor knew her bladder wouldn’t hold out for the rest of the night, but if she could avoid it from filling up on their first stop, that would be ideal.
Taylor watched as Nicole and Rose took big swigs from their drinks and she brought hers to her lips to join them. The alcohol hit her and went straight to her bladder, and she wriggled her legs underneath the table. She looked over to Nicole and spotted her squirming in place a bit as the much stronger drink hit her. Even Rose seemed like she was starting to show signs of needing to pee, keeping her legs pressed together and resting one hand on her dress between her thighs, as if she wanted to hold herself.
The girls talked and chatted until their drinks were empty, and by the time they were ready to leave, Taylor was really feeling her full bladder. She was finding it harder and harder to keep still, and she was sure soon the others would notice. Nicole herself seemed restless, and Taylor caught her rubbing her abdomen a few times. Rose as well seemed like she was getting desperate too, and Taylor knew it was only a matter of time before they were all bursting.
The only difference was, Rose wouldn’t be shy about using the toilets. Her and Nicole, on the other hand….
She wasn’t sure how they would make it through the rest of the night like this.
“Let’s get going,” Nicole suggested, standing up carefully, “I heard a bar about two blocks down is doing karaoke night. That’ll be a fun disaster to watch.”
“Okay,” Taylor agreed, “But if Rose gets plastered and starts singing-”
“Hey,” Rose playfully slapped her, “That was the one time! And Jake coaxed me into it.”
Rose’s face fell at mentioning Jake, and Taylor felt bad for bringing it up again. She was about to say something, when Rose looked at Taylor, who was blocking her from standing up from the booth.
“Move, or are we gonna sit here all night?”
“Sorry,” Taylor smiled, glad that Rose wasn’t dwelling on it.
Taylor stood up, and suddenly she was hit by a strong wave of desperation. She squeezed her thighs together and shuffled out of the way awkwardly so Rose could stand up. She felt like she was going to leak, and she couldn’t help but dance in place a little. She managed to regain control before Rose was out of the booth and ready to set out with them.
The three exited the bar when Rose suddenly stopped. She danced in place a little and turned back longingly at the doors.
“Sorry, you two, I really gotta go. I know you’re not supposed to break the seal early, and I was hoping to make it to the next bar, but-”
“Go on,” Nicole urged, “We’ll wait.”
Rose smiled, turning back around into the bar.
Now that it was just the two of them, Nicole immediately buried both hands between her legs, practically doubling over as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“Fuck, I gotta piss like crazy,” Nicole announced openly, “What about you?”
“Yeah,” Taylor nodded, “I’ve gotta go pretty bad.”
“Figured. We never liked using public restrooms. Do you think you can make it to the next bar?”
“I think so,” Taylor answered, though in reality she wasn’t sure. Standing up had made things so much worse, and her bladder was starting to bulge out against the waistband of her skirt. The alcohol wasn’t helping things, only heightening her desperation by the minute.
Rose then came walking out of the bar, still shuffling awkwardly. The two turned to her, and saw the sour expression on her face.
“They wouldn’t let me go. Said I had to be a paying patron, as though we hadn’t just sat here for an hour and a half.”
“Oh shoot, you gonna be okay?” Nicole asked.
“I think so, if we hurry,” Rose answered.
The three made their way down the street towards the next bar, all shuffling a bit awkwardly, both from the alcohol and from their full bladders. Taylor kept looking over at Nicole, who was playing with her skirt and squeezing her thighs together with every step. Rose was bent over, hobbling with a hand rubbing her abdomen. Taylor herself desperately wanted to grab her crotch and hold it openly, but she settled for a tight walk that kept her legs close together as she tried not to focus on her swollen bladder.
They were about halfway when Nicole stopped, biting her lip, “Shit, I’m not gonna make it.”
Rose looked over at her, “You have to go too?”
“Yeah,” Nicole nodded, “I was trying to hold it until the next bar, but I’m starting to leak here. I’m gonna wet myself at this rate.”
“Shoot,” Taylor frowned, even though she was nearly in a similar boat. She looked around, “Hey, there’s an alley over there. It’s pretty dark.”
“Wait, you’re gonna piss here?” Rose’s eyes widened incredulously.
“I’m gonna piss here no matter what, I can’t hold it anymore,” Nicole announced, “Might as well do it on purpose rather than by accident.”
“I’m gonna go too, I’m bursting,” Taylor agreed. As if on cue, she was hit with another spasm from her bladder, and she squeezed her legs together and grabbed herself quickly.
“Come on, Rose,” Nicole urged, “You gotta go too, right?”
“Y-yeah, but,” Rose paused, “I can’t, I’m not going in an alleyway! What if we get caught?”
Nicole was going to argue, but then she gasped and doubled over again, “Suit yourself, I need to go!”
Nicole and Taylor hobbled down the alley as Rose stood there, dancing in place awkwardly. She looked down and watched them, then looked around nervously. At least she was playing lookout.
Nicole and Taylor both quickly hiked their skirts up, and Taylor watched Nicole slip her panties all the way off, down her legs, and throw them into her bag.
“What the hell?” Taylor asked.
“They’re wet, I’ve been leaking,” Nicole admitted, “I don’t want to sit the rest of the night in wet panties.”
Taylor settled for simply moving hers out of the way, as the two bent down. Nicole almost immediately started peeing, but it took Taylor a few moments to start. Their pee splashed out onto ground in the alley, making a loud pattering sound that was thankfully drowned out by the sounds of the city around them.
Taylor had only just started feeling some relief when Rose called out from the alley entrance in a hushed whisper, “You two, someone’s coming!”
“Shit,” Nicole cursed.
Taylor struggled to close the floodgates now that they were open, letting out a few more spurts before she could clamp her legs together and stop. She felt herself leak a little into her panties as she stemmed off the flow. Nicole had a harder time, leaking quite a bit before finally being able to stand upright and fix herself up. Taylor did the same. It was lucky that they were both wearing skirts.
The two quickly exited the alleyway and started walking just as a police officer came into view. He shined his light down the alleyway, but the girls had just about made it, looking natural enough that he merely spared them a passing glance before continuing down the sidewalk.
They had avoided an embarrassing conversation with a cop and a potential arrest, but Nicole and Taylor were still bursting. While her bladder had tasted some relief, Taylor felt like she had to go worse than before. However, it seemed Nicole was dealing with it much better than her.
“I let enough out that I can make it to the next bar,” Nicole announced.
“Let’s hurry, I’m seriously bursting here,” Rose complained.
“You should’ve gone with us,” Nicole smirked, “Just enough to let a little out.”
“If I hadn’t been here to warn you two, we would’ve all gotten caught,” Rose countered.
“How you holding up, Taylor?” Nicole asked.
“I didn’t get to go as much as you, so I’m still pretty full,” Taylor admitted.
“Well, it’s not too far until the next bar,” Rose pointed out, “We’ll make it.”
Taylor nodded. She wasn’t doubting that she’d make it to the next bar. The only problem was what would she do when she got there? Was she really going to use the public bathrooms? She shook her head, she’d figure that out when she got there.
The three hobbled along awkwardly until the bar was in sight, and Rose, clearly bursting at this point, rushed the rest of the way up to the entrance. Taylor was less eager to run, but she hobbled close behind, with Nicole taking stiff steps to keep pace. The three fell into line at the entrance, and Taylor could barely stand still as she had her ID checked. Soon, however, all three of them were in.
“Let’s go,” Rose motioned, making a beeline for the bathroom. Taylor and Nicole, however, hesitated. Noticing this, Rose turned around, dancing in place as she waited for them to follow, “Come on, I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Um, yeah,” Nicole nodded.
Taylor and Nicole followed Rose awkwardly into the women’s restroom. However, when they got there, they found that only one stall was available. Taylor actually let out a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that she was bursting, she didn’t want to use the restroom, and this way, she and Nicole had an excuse not to.
“You go on ahead, Rose,” Taylor urged, “We got a bit of relief from the alley, you need it more.”
Rose didn’t protest. She jammed her hand between her legs and quickly rushed over to the stall, leaving Taylor and Nicole standing awkwardly in the bathroom.
“Okay, now what?” Taylor looked over at Nicole.
“Follow me, I have an idea,” Nicole smirked.
The two made their way out of the bathroom and to a dark booth in the back of the bar, farthest away from the bartender or any patrons. Nicole sat down and urged Taylor to do so as well.
“Let’s go here.”
“What?” Taylor asked, wide-eyed.
“Come on, no one will notice,” Nicole urged, “It’s dark, we’re both wearing skirts. Hell, I’m not even wearing panties.”
“Yeah, but, we can’t just-”
“Come on, what’s the worst that’ll happen? We’ll get caught and they’ll kick us out? We were planning on going to other bars tonight anyway.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Listen,” Nicole leaned forwards, “I know you’re at your limit, and I am too. We’re not going to make it the rest of the night like this, and I know both of us are more likely to piss ourselves than use a gross public toilet at a bar.”
Taylor sighed. Nicole was right on all counts, and worse still, her swollen bladder wasn’t giving her many options either.
“Alright,” Taylor nodded.
Taylor awkwardly shuffled so she could slip her panties down, and the two got into position, shifting to the edge of the seats so they were positioned to pee on the floor. Nicole let out a few spurts before her stream started up in full force, and she was forced to hold it back to not spray Taylor’s legs. Taylor herself felt her dam burst, and she fought hard to taper the flow to avoid Nicole’s shoes.
Nicole let out a moan of relief, and Taylor blushed at the realization of what they were doing. She felt her body shudder as her tired muscles finally relaxed, and the immense pressure from her bladder slowly subsided.
“Shit, someone’s coming, stop,” Nicole urged.
Taylor struggled to stem her flow, getting it down to a leaking trickle as she tried to look natural. Nicole bit her lip as she clamped herself shut, though she couldn’t help but let out a few leaks, her muscles exhausted after holding it in and stopping once before.
Luckily, the person passing them by was totally drunk off her ass, wavering with each step as she hobbled to the bathroom. She stepped right into the puddle the two were leaving in the aisle between the tables, but she didn’t even notice as she walked right past them.
Not a second too soon, as Nicole practically exploded again, her stream spraying out as she practically doubled over the table. Taylor herself practically burst again after the ordeal. No longer caring about restraining their streams, the two peed full-force and uncontrollably.
The two didn’t know how long they were sitting there before their streams tapered off. Taylor wanted nothing more than to bask in the sheer relief from finally having let it all out, but she knew Rose was bound to be finishing up in the bathroom any minute, and if she caught the two pissing back here, she wouldn’t let either of them live it down.
Nicole seemed to know this as well, as she righted herself pretty quickly. Taylor, on the other hand, was having a hard time fixing her panties. It was an easy matter to slide them off discreetly, but putting them back on was another matter.
“Leave them off,” Nicole suggested, “We might need to do something like this again, especially now that we’ve broken the seal.”
Taylor blushed, but Nicole was right, and Nicole was already going commando. Taylor acquiesced and slipped her panties down her legs, placing them into her bag and standing up. She felt a bit exposed and embarrassed, but that feeling was outweighed by the sheer relief now that she was empty.
The two quickly met back up with Rose, who had gotten out of the bathroom and was looking for them at the front of the bar.
“Sorry, we were trying to find a good place to sit,” Nicole lied.
“Ah, that makes sense. You two went, right?” Rose asked.
“Oh yeah, we feel much better,” Taylor nodded.
“Great!” Rose smiled, oblivious to what her two friends had just done right there at the back of the bar. It was Taylor’s turn to order drinks, and she tipped generously to secretly make up for the mess they left at the back.
As the three grabbed their drinks and sat down, Taylor couldn’t help glance towards the back of the bar. Nicole caught her staring, and smirked. Although Taylor’s heart was racing just thinking about it, it had been a little fun.
The night was young, and there was plenty more drinking to do. Not to mention they would have to stay hydrated with all the alcohol. Nicole was right. They very well need to do something like that again before the night was over. Though, unlike earlier, Taylor wasn’t as concerned with pacing herself this time around.
The End |
Here's another commissioned story! This one was challenging because I find Holo a very hard character to write, but I hope the story turned out well and you all enjoy this one!
Negotiations Can Drag On Far Too Long
“Hurry up, hurry up, you’ve definitely kept me waiting long enough, I think.”
Holo danced back and forth in front of the inn door as Lawrence, the one with the key, sauntered up the stairs. She swayed slightly from the alcohol on her lips and her face was flushed red, though whether that was from the alcohol or her desperation wasn’t as clear.
Since it was the two of them, she let her tail lift her cloak and it swished around anxiously, as she turned and once more pouted to Lawrence.
“Come now, I know you can walk faster than that! You should treat these matters with more urgency!”
“I did ask multiple times if you needed to go before we left the tavern,” Lawrence pointed out, coming to stop outside the door and crossing his arms, “What was it you said? ‘What, do you think I can’t hold it a little longer until we get to the inn?’”
“That wasn’t an excuse to take a leisurely stroll back!” Holo chided, “Plus, we’re here, right? So hurry up!”
“I’m on it,” Lawrence unlocked the door, and Holo rushed in, tapping her feet as she drunkenly tossed off her cloak and messed with her waistband.
The inn room was of the more old-fashioned kind, so the facilities were a simple chamberpot that sat in a small cupboard in the corner. Holo danced as she shamelessly pulled down her pants, and Lawrence quickly turned around to make sure the inn door was closed.
The second Holo’s pants were off, she squatted over the chamberpot and threw her head back as she began peeing into the vessel at full force. She let out a content sigh and closed her eyes even as Lawrence awkwardly made his way into the room and took off his coat behind her.
“You really shouldn’t keep a woman waiting on something like this, you know,” Holo chastised, turning her head back towards even as she continued to pee.
“I didn’t mean to,” Lawrence replied, “besides, aside from the meeting, there really was never a time when you couldn’t just go, right?”
Holo narrowed her eyes at the mention of the meeting, and her expression soured. Her stream continued to splash into the chamberpot noisily as she continued to relieve herself, and as it finally slowed down, she turned her head away from him with a blush and a pout.
“I told you, I didn’t want to interfere with your work,” Holo answered as she finished up. She wiped herself off with a fresh rag set aside for the purpose, and placed the now full chamberpot back in the cupboard to be dealt with in the morning, “Besides, we had our little wager, didn’t we?”
Lawrence crossed his arms and scratched at his head with a sigh, “The wager was your idea, wasn’t it. Besides, once I got caught up with the stuff at the guild, I did say I’d honor the wager no matter what, remember?”
Once again, Holo puffed out her cheeks and turned away, and Lawrence let out a sigh, slumping down onto the mattress tiredly.
“Well, you wound up eating and drinking a lot, so I guess you got your money’s worth out of it,” Lawrence noted, all too aware of how much lighter the bag of coins he was carrying was compared to before they hit the tavern, “Speaking of which, you’re done already?”
“Huh?” Holo turned, “Yeah, I’m done, what’s with that question?”
“A-ah, I mean,” Lawrence blushed, scratching his cheek and looking away awkwardly, “I just guessed-”
“Hmmm?” Suddenly, Holo was right next to him, leaning over him with a teasing expression, “What did you guess?”
“T-that it would take you longer, I guess,” Lawrence admitted.
Holo sighed, shaking her head, “I can’t believe you would say that to me straight-faced! And in the first place, why were you paying so much attention to how much I was peeing?”
“I-I… I wasn’t!” Lawrence held up his hands defensively, “But it’s hard not to notice it a little when I’m right here, and I guess I just… I figured you’d be holding a lot more in since you haven’t gone since this morning.”
Holo immediately blushed, getting a little defensive, and began pinching Lawrence’s cheek, “What’s with that? Are you saying I should’ve overflowed the chamberpot just because, even in this petite, elegant body I can hold it longer than you? Why are you even asking about this in the first place? That’s not something you would ask a normal lady, let alone a wise wolf such as myself!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Lawrence scratched the back of his head and bowed to Holo, “I’ve spent all day dealing with the merchants who sell lumber in this town, so I got caught up in that atmosphere. I guess I was still being more analytical, please forgive me.”
“Well, that quality does help your work, but there are some things you shouldn’t apply that to,” Holo crossed her arms, “I’ll pardon you this time. But next time I won’t go so easy on you. If I do, you’ll grow complacent, and I can’t be having that now.”
Holo looked down at Lawrence, who looked up from his bow and gazed into her flushed-red face. The two held each other’s gaze for a moment before bursting out into warm laughter. Holo joined Lawrence on the bed, flopping down and hogging the covers.
As Lawrence stroked her head, memories of the day’s events replayed in Holo’s mind, and she buried her face deeper in the covers to hide her growing blush.
***
Earlier That Day
The rhythmic squeaking of the cart’s wheels and the occasional thud as the bumps made the cargo in the back of the wagon shift were the only sounds cutting through the quiet day. Lawrence looked to his side as he felt Holo’s head press into his shoulder, and he allowed himself a small smile. He quite enjoyed quiet roads like this, where he had plenty of time to himself, and he and Holo could talk and relax openly without worrying about her hiding her ears and tail from other passersby.
He would’ve liked to stay like that for a long while. Unfortunately, they had been traveling for quite some time without stopping, and bodily needs were catching up to him. He reached over and gently nudged Holo’s shoulder until she roused.
“Nhhhggg,” she groaned, still half asleep as she pulled herself from Lawrence’s shoulder. Her ears flattened in irritation at having been woken up, and she opened one eye to glare at him, “What is it?”
“Well, I was just going to make a pit stop real quick, since we’ve been on the road all morning. I figured I’d ask if you needed to stop too?”
“MmmI’m fine…” Holo waved off, head nodding as she struggled not to fall back asleep.
“Are you sure?” Lawrence asked, “We’re making good pace, but I really want to get to the next town before sundown, so I want to keep stops to a minimum.”
“I’m not a child who needs to be reminded of such things,” Holo muttered grumpily, flicking her ears. Without Lawrence’s shoulder to rest on, she crawled into the back of the cart and sprawled out to lay down, closing her eyes, “If I needed to I’d tell you, now let me sleep!”
“Alright, alright,” Lawrence nodded, letting out a quiet sigh. He pulled the cart over to the side of the road and stopped, leaving Holo and heading off.
By the time he got back from relieving himself, Holo was fast asleep, and he merely smiled, pulling some blankets over Holo’s sleeping form, and set off down the road again.
It would be quite some time before Holo woke up again, slowly stirred awake by bumps along the quiet road. She stretched and her tail bristled as she opened her eyes, and she had to raise her hand to shield them for the afternoon sun. Squinting and looking over at Lawrence’s back, she smiled before pulling herself into a sitting position.
“It’s afternoon already?” Holo asked, looking up at the sun’s position in the sky.
“Yes, you slept in quite a bit,” Lawrence pointed out, “Though, that probably has something to do with all the wine you drank last night.”
“Are you suggesting I can’t hold my liquor? You do know I’m the proud wise wolf Holo, correct?”
“You say that every time, but then you overdo it anyway,” Lawrence pointed out.
Holo puffed out her cheeks, “What’s the point in making money if you can’t go overboard every now and then.”
Lawrence nodded, “I guess that’s true. But then again, who’s the one making the money?”
“You say that every time, but then you still spend money on me,” Holo pointed out smugly.
“Well, as a merchant, it’s normal to invest in a valuable asset.”
“Are you saying I’m just an asset to you?”
“Oh, would you have rather preferred, ‘it’s normal for a knight to make sacrifices for his princess’?”
“Ooh,” Holo smirked, deftly jumping from the back of the cart to sit next to Lawrence, “You’ve become quite cocky if you’re calling yourself my knight so casually.”
“Is that so?” Lawrence asked, looking over at her, “Perhaps I should reconsider calling you my princess, then.”
“Hmm, but you know,” Holo began.
“There’s some things women like to hear regardless,” both of them said in unison, Lawrence chiming in to finish Holo’s words.
Holo gave Lawrence a wry smile, “You’re getting too good at this. I got to reign you in a little before it gets to your head.”
“I’ll be on my guard, then.”
Suddenly, Lawrence’s stomach growled, which undercut his cocky attitude, and Holo laughed.
“Shall we have a quick snack? We haven’t eaten since breakfast,” Lawrence asked.
Holo nodded, her tail wagging eagerly, as she was also quite hungry. Lawrence pointed to a small sack in the corner of the cart, “There’s some dried meat and bread in there, though I bet the bread’s quite stale by now.”
Holo reached around and grabbed the bag, placing it on her lap so she could sort through the available food options. As she shifted, however, she felt a telltale discomfort from her bladder. Her ears flicked as she pushed it to the back of her mind, grabbing some meat and handing a piece to Lawrence.
Holo chewed on her food and tried to ignore the nagging sensation in her bladder, but it hung in the back of her mind, buzzing like an annoying fly that you couldn’t get rid of. She shuffled slightly next to Lawrence as she ate, and finally looked over at him.
“Say, are we planning on stopping anytime soon?”
“Huh?” Lawrence looked over, raising an eyebrow, “Do you not remember our conversation from earlier?”
Holo shrugged, “Most of it, more or less. You want to keep stops to a minimum to get to the next town, correct?”
“Yes,” Lawrence nodded, “I’d rather not stop unless it’s necessary. Why do you ask?”
“Ah, well,” Holo looked away, her ears flattening. She only half-remembered what she had said while half asleep earlier, but she’d be embarrassed to admit now that she had to pee, and wanted Lawrence to stop.
Lawrence, having expected it in the first place, gave Holo a smug look and turned to her, “You have to pee, don’t you?”
“T-that’s not something you just ask a lady directly, you know!”
“But that’s why you asked, right?”
“W-well, I didn’t just ask because of that, but,” Holo shuffled her legs together, “I would very much like to make a stop.”
“This is why I said you should’ve gone earlier,” Lawrence sighed.
“I didn’t have to go earlier, and I wanted to sleep,” Holo flicked her tail in annoyance, though she felt a blush creeping up on her face. She had earlier insisted that she didn’t want Lawrence to treat her like a child, but she was well-aware that her excuse was a childish one.
Before he could point this out, though, she frowned, “But why are you making such a fuss over this in the first place? Is it really that important to you that we get to the next town so quickly?”
“Well, I suppose either way, stopping is fine,” Lawrence replied, “The road was clear and the weather was good, so at the pace we’re going we’ll make it to sundown even if we stopped a few times. Though, since we’re not too far off, I’d rather not stop unless you really need to stop, especially since I asked you earlier and you declined.”
“Hmph,” Holo puffed out her cheeks, “If you’re asking whether I can hold it until we get to town, the answer should be obvious. Even in this body, I’m not about to give into such needs that easily.”
Holo then felt another uncomfortable twinge from her bladder, and she jabbed Lawrence in the side.
“But I can’t believe you’d ask such a thing of a lady, especially after calling me your princess earlier. What knight wouldn’t let their princess relieve herself when she asks?”
Lawrence shrugged his shoulders, “Fine, fine, I get it, you need to go, I’ll stop.”
“Well, I would like to go, but I don’t need to go,” Holo reiterated, “Even someone as dense as you should know the difference, right?”
“Right,” Lawrence nodded, “But I also don’t want to make a stop unless it’s necessary. Meaning that I’m weighing the decision based on how urgent your needs are.”
“I can’t believe you,” Holo shook her head, crossing her arms, “What kind of man would ask a woman to hold it?”
“Alright, I’ll stop,” Lawrence sighed, getting ready to pull over to the side of the road, “I won’t ask you to hold it.”
Holo nodded, crossing her arms, but then her ears flicked and she looked over at Lawrence’s smirk.
“Wait, don’t stop just yet,” Holo narrowed her eyes, “You don’t believe me when I say I can hold it easily until we get to town, do you?”
Lawrence kept a straight face, “Oh no, of course I do.”
“I’m not a child, you know, if it’s not even until sundown, I can absolutely hold it without having you stop.”
“Sure,” Lawrence nodded, “But you just don’t want me to make you, because it’s unbecoming of me to not treat you like a lady, am I right?”
Holo’s tail prickled in irritation, “You really don’t believe that I can hold it!”
“No, I’m sure you can hold it.”
“You said that in the same tone as when you say ‘I’m sure you won’t get drunk tonight’!” Holo crossed her arms and squeezed her thighs together. All this talk about her holding it was getting to her, but it was now her pride on the line, “Do not stop!”
“Holo?” Lawrence looked over in concern.
“I’ll humor you, you foolish man who would question my words,” Holo puffed out her cheeks, “I won’t make you stop and interfere with your business. I’ll hold it until we get to town. But when I make it, I expect to be rewarded for it.”
“Ah, a wager, then,” Lawrence grinned, “Okay, but what happens if you can’t make it?”
“Such a thought isn’t even worth considering,” Holo puffed out her chest, “But if I have to ask you to stop on my behalf, then I won’t complain if you’re stingy with your coins at the tavern later.”
“So, in other words, we can eat a normal-sized meal and drink in moderation?” Lawrence asked, smirking.
“You make it sound like we live a life of gluttony and excess!” Holo pouted at him, “But like I said, such a thought isn’t even worth considering, since I can hold it just fine.”
“Right, right,” Lawrence nodded, holding out his hand like a typical peddler, waiting for Holo to shake on the deal.
She reached out her hand and shook his before she turned to look towards the road ahead. The conversation died down and Holo turned her attention to her bladder and the deal she just made. She hadn’t been lying, she was sure she could hold it at least until sundown, though her bladder was uncomfortably full. Not enough that she’d consider her need urgent, but it wasn’t easy to ignore, nagging at her and pulling her attention away from the otherwise peace and quiet of the road.
As she sat beside Lawrence, she consciously kept her shuffling to a minimum, trying to play off her discomfort as simple shifts in movement. She tried to focus on the road ahead and the warmth of Lawrence next to her. Unfortunately the jostling of the cart from the bumps in the rough road kept tearing her focus back to her bladder. Despite this, she managed to maintain an air of comfort.
As they kept going, however, things became a bit harder. Not only was Holo’s bladder naturally filling up, but she was now getting thirsty, and as much as she didn’t want to make the situation worse, it would be unreasonable to avoid drinking anything for the rest of the ride into town. Not to mention the salty dried meat from earlier had done a good job of making her even more parched.
Eventually, she reached for the water, and she noticed Lawrence glancing over at her curiously. Did he think she couldn’t handle a little more water? He must’ve really doubted her ability to hold it in that case. Holo met his gaze smugly and took a particularly large swig of water, allowing it to hydrate her and bring moisture back to her throat and mouth.
Unfortunately, while the water brought comfort to her mouth and satiated one need, it only exasperated the other, and she had to subtly squeeze her thighs together as her body naturally reacted to her sip and the splashing of the water in the jug. Holo was careful not to give anything away to Lawrence as she shuffled and tried to push the discomfort to the back of her mind, and as quickly as possible she returned the jug back to the cart.
Once Holo had regained her composure from the sip of water, she was able to push the sensations of her filling bladder to the back of her mind, and keep her shuffling to a minimum as they continued onwards. Every once in a while, a particularly harsh bump would sent a jolt through Holo’s abdomen, straight to her bladder. These uncomfortable bumps made it hard for Holo to completely ignore her need, and each one was worse than the last, with the lingering pressure lingering longer and longer before she successfully pushed it to the back of her mind.
They traveled like that in silence for a while, and perhaps in an attempt to get her mind off of her need to pee, Holo turned to Lawrence.
“So, what’s the plan when we get to the next town?”
“Ah, well, I hope to find someone who will buy this coal off of me for a good price,” Lawrence replied, motioning to the back, where bags and bags of coal were piled up.
“You bought quite a lot, I was surprised,” Holo replied.
“Well, I heard from a merchant friend of mine that the next town recently had a lot of bad fires, including a forest fire that destroyed a lot of their lumber supply,” Lawrence pointed out.
“Oh?” Holo asked. Suddenly, the cart rolled over a large bump, and Holo stiffened, squeezing her legs together and clenching her knuckles. The big shock had done a number on her bladder, and she hoped Lawrence hadn’t noticed her reaction, “But if the town’s low on lumber, then why’d you buy a bunch of coal to sell them?”
“Because of firewood,” Lawrence replied, getting that glint in his eyes he had whenever he talked about merchant stuff, “A town with ample lumber will always have plenty of firewood, because even if the firewood prices start going up from demand, lumber sellers can always break their cheaper stock down into firewood, which usually keeps the prices low.”
The cart ran over another rough bump, and Holo shuffled her legs together as she nodded, “Ah, so, because this town’s lumber stores were expanded, that means the price of firewood will go up.”
“Yes,” Lawrence nodded, “And if the price of firewood goes up, then the demand for other fuel sources will also go up.”
“So you plan to take advantage of the increase in the price of coal,” Holo nodded, “But why not just take direct advantage of the increase in the price of lumber?”
“Well, that was my original plan,” Lawrence nodded, “I had received rumors of the fires from an insider associated with my trader’s guild. Since the information wasn’t widespread, I was going to buy up a bunch of lumber and firewood and carry that in instead. However, the damages to the town were bad enough that they put out an emergency request to nearby towns for lumber. With the word spreading quickly, every lumber merchant in the area will be flocking there to sell. It’s possible I could’ve beat some of them out because I was already making preparations, but it was too risky.”
“Ah, but wouldn’t that also mean the coal prices won’t go up either?” Holo asked.
“No, on the contrary, they’ll go up even higher,” Lawrence smirked, “For starters, lumber and firewood are not entirely interchangeable. You can break down low-quality lumber for firewood, but you can’t use even the highest quality firewood for lumber. The two are processed differently, and once you break wood down it’s no longer suitable for larger projects. Since lumber will be in high demand for the town’s reconstruction, and since merchants will rather sell lumber than firewood because it’s more expensive, then while the supply of lumber will increase, that doesn’t mean more firewood.”
“Then why did you not just take firewood?” Holo asked, her bladder all but forgotten as she got invested in the conversation.
“Because coal becomes a precious commodity in this kind of situation,” Lawrence smirked, “Coal can be used for fuel, and to heat homes, of course, but it can also be used in smithing, and the demand for tools and nails will increase now that homes and buildings have to be rebuilt. Not to mention, coal can be used to dry lumber. Lumber for buildings needs to be dried to be used. Obviously you can do this naturally, but you can speed up the process by carefully drying the wood with heat. In those kinds of industrial situations, coal is preferable to firewood, which people prefer to save for heating their homes and cooking.”
“I see,” Holo nodded, “So you intend to take advantage of the scarcity of firewood and the need to reconstruct, and make a profit off of coal. Very clever.”
Lawrence nodded, “Well, it’s not as clever as it sounds. It was really a last resort because my insider information didn’t give me enough of a head start. If I had been able to beat the emergency request by even a day, I could’ve made a bigger profit, but this is much less of a risk than racing to sell lumber before other merchants arrive. Plus coal is a lot more compact by weight than either lumber or firewood. It’s much easier to transport with a smaller cart like this.”
“From what it sounds like, you’ll be able to make a nice profit like this,” Holo smiled.
Lawrence nodded, and the two fell into a comfortable silence. Holo let herself lean into Lawrence’s side, and she let out a contented hum.
Suddenly, however, she was struck by a wave of pressure from her bladder. She had focused in on the conversation and pushed her needs to the back of her mind, but her bladder was apparently biding it’s time, waiting for her to let her guard down. Her tail bristled and she squeezed her thighs together, gritting her teeth as she let the wave pass.
While it wasn’t anywhere close to making her leak, she was now acutely aware of how full her bladder was. It throbbed in her abdomen and she could no longer ignore the uncomfortable pressure building up inside her. Holo shuffled and tried to get comfortable again, but she was no longer able to ignore it.
She had to pee.
She cast a sideways glance towards Lawrence, and thankfully he had not seemed to notice her sudden stiffness or shuffling movements. Holo was tempted to give in and ask him to stop anyway. She could hold it, she was confident of that, but she was uncomfortable, and she would much rather pee than keep holding it.
Unfortunately, she had already made a wager with him, and if she wanted to unwind and drink to her heart’s content tonight, she had to hold it until they got to town. Moreover, this was a matter of her pride. Lawrence didn’t believe she could hold it until she got to town, and Holo knew she could, she was sure she could. But if she gave in now and asked, it was the same as admitting to Lawrence that she really couldn’t.
With newfound stubbornness and resolve, Holo straightened her posture and vowed to hold it, willing herself to sit still.
Her newfound resolve lasted all about five seconds until the cart hit another bump, and Holo had to squeeze her thighs together discreetly as she held it.
As the cart continued on, Holo was only more and more acutely aware of her filling bladder. She could feel it starting to bulge slightly, and she shuffled in place as she looked up at the road. She wanted to know how much further the town was, but asking Lawrence would be admitting that she was starting to feel desperate, and he might misconstrue her discomfort as her worrying she might not make it. She couldn’t let that happen, but that left her with no way of knowing how far away the town was.
Lawrence said “before sundown”, but the sun’s still high in the sky, so that could still be a ways off.
Holo’s eyes then lit up, and she began sniffing the air. Lawrence had said that the town recently dealt with a number of fires, including a forest fire. It was recent enough that if they were really that close to the town, she should be able to smell it.
Sure enough, in the distance, Holo caught the scent of lingering smoke and recently burnt trees. It reminded her of a distant memory. Of trees burning. Of fellow wolves fleeing, howling and whimpering as flames licked at their tails.
She was snapped from her memory by another bump in the road, and she was caught so off-guard by it that she nearly let out a yelp of surprise as she pressed her thighs together and clenched at the ends of her shirt, resisting the urge to grab herself openly in front of Lawrence.
“Holo,” Lawrence spoke suddenly, and the shock nearly sent another sudden wave of desperation through her.
Holo blushed, hoping that he hadn’t picked up on her sudden display, “Y-yes?”
“We’re getting closer to the city. Some roads converge up here, so we might start running into other merchants,” Lawrence replied, “I would hide your ears and tail.”
“Very well,” Holo nodded, relieved that Lawrence seemed not to have noticed her growing need to pee.
Holo twisted around to grab her robes and hood from the cart, stopping and wincing a bit at the sudden jostle and the pressure the position put on her bladder. She quickly retrieved her items and put them on, grateful that the shuffling and shifting of pulling them over herself disguised a bit of a desperate squirm as she danced in place. Finally the garments were on, and she settled back down, squeezing her thighs together and once again trying to fight back against her bladder.
Ordinarily, Holo would put on some sort of fuss about her cloak, despite knowing that hiding her ears and tail was important, but in this instance she was actually somewhat grateful for the extra cover it provided. It allowed her to shuffle more next to Lawrence unnoticed, which was a small comfort in the face of her increasingly urgent need to pee, but it was enough to tide her over.
She was able to travel like that for a while longer, until finally the sight of the town appeared in the distance. A dense, green forest sat around it, marred by a large patch where the trees had been burned and the ground was covered in ash. A large portion of the city’s outer wall was clearly burned as well, and smoke still billowed from within.
Sure enough, Lawrence was right about Holo needing the cloak as well. A road converged up ahead from another nearby town, and merchants and carts filled with lumber were already filing in to help answer the city’s emergency request.
Holo’s nose burned at the thick, lingering smell of smoke, but this was entirely outweighed by her eagerness to finally get through the gates so she could relieve herself. Of course she wasn’t worried she would make it, but she had to pee quite badly at this point, and any other time she would’ve gone ages ago. It was only down to the wager she and Lawrence had made that she was even still holding on now. Though, admittedly, they were close enough to the town at this point that even without the bet, Holo wouldn’t ask Lawrence to stop just on her account.
However, Holo was now in a situation where, the closer they got to the town, the more anticipation she felt to finally pee, and thus the worse she needed to go. She crossed her legs under the cloak and leaned back, trying to play it off as her just trying to relax. Under the cover of the robes and out of sight of Lawrence, her hand snaked down and she held herself discreetly.
Holo kept looking up at the gate, checking their progress as they quickly fell into line behind other merchants having to get their supplies checked in.
“We’re almost there,” Lawrence smiled.
“I can see that,” Holo replied, a bit more harshly than she meant to.
“I just meant-”
“Yes, I know, once we get inside, I can go,” Holo sighed. She then looked over and smirked smugly, removing her hand from between her legs and trying to maintain an outward appearance of someone who wasn’t desperate, “You don’t expect me to say something like ‘thank god, I don’t think I can hold it much longer’ do you? I told you I’d be fine holding it until we got here.”
“Haha, guess I underestimated you, I’m sorry,” Lawrence smirked.
“Well, as penance, you’re going to be treating me tonight,” Holo smiled, “That will be an apology enough for being mistaken.”
Of course, Holo said that, but her body said another, and she squeezed her thighs together as her full bladder complained. Of course, now that Lawrence was keeping a closer eye on her, Holo was all the more careful not to squirm around, something made all the more difficult by how badly she really needed to pee.
The two kept moving up in line, Holo trying not to look too impatient as she tapped her finger restlessly. She wanted to shift positions, and she could feel her waistband pressing against her bladder, but she would not give Lawrence the satisfaction of seeing her needing to pee.
The two finally got to the check-in station, and gratefully the town was lenient with their checks. The last thing Holo wanted right now was to have some check-in guard either pressing on her bladder by accident or finding her tail and holding them up. As it was, she was finding it harder and harder to maintain her composure as she sat next to Lawrence. Luckily, she was on the home stretch.
Or so she thought.
“We’re not headed straight to the inn?” Holo asked, trying not to show her alarm.
“S-sorry,” Lawrence scratched the back of his head, “Apparently the usual storehouse burned down, so I have to store my cart at the guild branch. I promise we’ll head to the inn right after, unless you really can’t wait anymore.”
“I can hold it,” Holo insisted, though she couldn’t be quite as confident about it as she was earlier, “Besides, I’m not going to give up on that wager.”
“Well,” Lawrence scratched the side of his head, “Technically the wager was not stopping on the way to town. Now that we’re here, you’ve already won, basically. Besides, these were circumstances we couldn’t have known, I’d be fine giving you the victory either way.”
“Hmph,” Holo crossed her arms, “I told you, I’m fine. Let’s stop by the guild branch first. But just a warning, I want the finest meat available at the bar tonight.”
“Try to have a little mercy,” Lawrence smiled pleadingly.
Holo frowned. She really was annoyed with Lawrence. She knew it wasn’t his fault that the storeroom burned down, but this whole situation was because he made such a big fuss about stopping earlier. Of course, there was also the fact that this whole wager was Holo’s idea, but she wasn’t about to admit that.
At least she was able to ride on the cart on her way to the guild house. She dreaded the moment they switched to walking. She felt her bladder send her a sharp wave of pressure, and she shuffled slightly in her seat as she fought back against it. She really needed to pee at this point.
Luckily, it didn’t take long for them to get to the guild branch, and Lawrence stepped down and turned to Holo to help her off the cart. She grabbed his hand and steeled herself, wincing and feeling the full shock of the small hop down from the cart shoot through her bladder. Her tail bristled under her robes and she tried to force a smile, even as she shuffled in desperation.
Lawrence had an assistant store his cart and tend to his horse, and the two headed into the lobby of the guild house.
“Lawrence!” A big, burly man with a bald head and a scar on his left arm smiled and ran up to the two of them, Shaking hands with Lawrence and then turning and bowing politely to Holo, “And you brought a lady with you, you sly dog!”
Lawrence laughed, “This is my partner, Holo. Holo, this is the overseer of the branch here, Balfour Rande.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Holo bowed politely. Despite the situation, she still found herself putting on a polite air around Rande, likely because he was Lawrence’s associate.
“A partner, eh?” Rande smirked, “Well, I’d like to pry, but actually you came at a perfect time, Lawrence. I’ve got a couple old friends in the back, I’m sure they’d love to say hello!”
“Actually, I was-”
“You should go, I’m sure they’d love to see you,” Holo smiled, urging him on. Lawrence looked like he wanted to say something, but Rande slung his arm around Lawrence’s shoulder and dragged him through a back room in the lobby unceremoniously.
Holo sighed. She did want to hurry things up here, but she had always promised to stay out of Lawrence’s business. If he was just saying hello to some friends, she would put up with it.
I just hope this doesn’t take too long. That man has kept me waiting long enough!
Holo sat down on one of the seats and looked around the lobby, shuffling in place and trying to be discreet despite how full her bladder was at this point. It was surprisingly empty, minus an attractive brown-haired woman in an apron manning the check-in counter. The woman met her gaze and headed over to her, smiling. Holo sat down where she was, using the cover of her robes and the position to grab herself discreetly and squeeze her thighs together.
“I’m Lielle,” the woman smiled, “I’m the clerk here, but I also double as the barmaid. Can I get you anything?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” Holo shook her head. The last thing she wanted right now was alcohol making her bladder situation worse. Though, with that said, she figured she could use the small talk to distract her.
“It’s quite empty,” Holo pointed out, looking around, “Is it usually like this?”
“No, it’s usually quite busy,” Lielle answered, “But everyone’s having a meeting in the back, so it’s just us up front.”
“Ah,” Holo’s smile faltered, “Is that what Rande just dragged Lawrence into?”
“Yes,” Lielle nodded, laughing, “A lot of the men around here are the gruff types, even the merchants. I bet Rande sees a reserved, tactful peddler like Lawrence showing up at the last minute as an immense blessing.”
“Tactful, huh?” Holo asked, narrowing her eyes. That tact of his was the reason she was in this situation in the first place. She shuffled a bit and shifted her position, trying to make it look natural in front of Lielle.
“Hahahaha, well, I guess since you’re his partner, it makes sense you see him differently,” Lielle smiled, “Or perhaps I should say, you see more of him, as opposed to the competent side he shows to everyone else.”
“He can overthink some things, while being completely oblivious to others,” Holo crossed her arms, glancing over at the door where Lawrence disappeared, “Rather than tactful, sometimes I think he’s just earnest to a fault.”
Lielle laughed warmly, before following Holo’s gaze to the closed door, “Anyway, are you sure I can’t get you anything? The meeting’s probably going to take a while.”
“I’m sure, thank you,” Holo responded automatically.
She continued to look towards the door and frowned. She had encouraged him to step in and say hi, but she had no idea it would be a meeting that would take a while. She was getting desperate at this point, and she was seriously dreading a long wait out in the lobby.
She looked out the open door of the lobby and frowned. The sun was starting to set. That meant she had been holding it for the better part of the day. She squirmed and wriggled around in place, trying to be as discreet as possible, as she watched Lielle wipe down the bar. She dimmed the candles, and then made her way over to the front entrance before turning once again to Holo.
“It’s closing time, so I’m going to lock up. Rande has another key, so he can let you and the others out when the meeting’s done. Unless you’d rather wait outside?”
Holo thought for a brief moment. She would have every excuse to Lawrence if the meeting got out and she was gone at this time. She could say that the lobby closed and she got bored of waiting outside so she headed off. She was definitely tempted. She tried to strain her ears to see if she could hear the conversation of the meeting, but while she could hear Lawrence and the other’s muffled voices, too many people were talking at once and she couldn’t pinpoint one over the other through the heavy wooden door.
Ultimately, she shook her head. She could hold it. She definitely had to go, but this was a personal matter of pride. Part of her still felt like that would be giving up, even though Lawrence had basically already said she won the wager. On the other hand, if she held it, she could hold it over Lawrence that he thought she wouldn’t be able to make it to town, but she managed to wait much longer than that, even.
Lielle smiled, locking her in, and Holo immediately took advantage of being alone by grabbing herself openly and dancing around in her seat. Her face was flushed as she crossed her legs together and sighed. She really did need to pee.
Holo shuffled and danced around in her seat for a while, watching through the light filtering in through the high windows as the sun slowly set and gave way to dusk. She felt a sudden spasm from her bladder and she was grateful for her ability to hold herself. Her tail bristled up as she placed both hands between her legs and squirmed openly.
She could feel her bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen, pressing out against her waistband as she shuffled back and forth on her seat. She flicked her ears underneath her hood in irritation as she tried and failed to find any semblance of comfort in her situation. The waves were starting to flow together into a throbbing pressure that pressed out no matter how she sat.
She shifted her heel up onto the seat and pressed it against her crotch, clamping her thighs together desperately as she rubbed her swollen bladder. It was getting to the point where you could see it bulging from under her shirt, and if she hadn’t been wearing her robes, she doubted she could conceal the physical signs of her desperation from Lawrence once he emerged.
That wasn’t to say she could conceal it at all. She had no idea how she was going to stand up straight, let alone stand still, once Lawrence emerged. She was getting to the point where her human body would not let her, lest she leak uncontrollably into her pants.
Holo glanced at the door and suddenly realized her mistake. She was now trapped. She was at the point where she had no more choice but to hold it, despite how desperate she was. She danced around on the chair and squeezed her eyes shut, begging for the door to the meeting room to open.
Holo was struck with another powerful spasm and she let out a quiet yelp as she clamped down with all her might. She doubled over and her tail was sticking straight up, bristling as she fought to stay dry. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she was slowly reaching her limit.
Holo managed to regain control, but she bit her lip. She was in a bad situation. She usually wasn’t put into a situation where she had to pee this badly, let alone in a situation where she was stuck and couldn’t run off to relieve herself somewhere. She shifted her gaze back and forth from the meeting room door to the locked door that kept her stuck in the lobby. If Lielle was still here, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask her to open the doors so she could run off anywhere for relief. At this point, she’d even settle for an alley if she could find one, but as it was now, she had closed that avenue for herself.
Holo grit her teeth as she doubled over the table, squirming desperately and trying to hold it back. Another wave of desperation hit her, and she gasped, feeling a few small droplets escape out into her pants before she could fully clamp down and stave off the leak.
Sweat beaded up on Holo’s forehead, and she was worried that her sharp wolf fangs would pierce her lips and cause them to bleed if she bit down any harder. She had to pee like crazy. She had overextended and pushed her body to its limits, and now all she could do was glare at the meeting room door so intently she was afraid she’d burn a hole in it.
Holo waited like that for a few more agonizing minutes before she was hit with another spasm. She barely managed to keep herself from leaking again, twisting her body and shaking her legs together frantically as she clenched at herself, as if she could literally stopper herself up with her hands if her taxed bladder muscles failed her. However, when the wave didn’t subside, and her bladder quivered, Holo knew she had hit her limit. She was out of time.
I can’t believe I’m actually about to wet myself!
The very thought of Lawrence, let alone any of the other guild members, finally coming out of the living room only to find her sitting in her own puddle was petrifying to Holo. She absolutely could not let that happen. And yet, her human body physically could not hold on any longer. She bit her lip and looked around the room. She hoped and pleaded that she’d find some kind of receptacle she could use as a chamberpot, preferably one she could hide discreetly when she was done.
After a few desperate moments of Holo scanning the room frantically, dancing in place, she found one, a large ornamental vase on the top shelf just behind the check-in desk. With great difficulty she stood up and hobbled over to the shelf where it sat. She reached up for it, but in her hunched over state, she couldn’t quite reach it. Holo grit her teeth and straightened herself up, feeling like she was nearly going to leak in the process. In the end, she finally managed to grab it, and she set it down on the floor before practically collapsing into her heel right before she leaked again.
Holo managed to get the leakage under control, mitigating the damage to her pants to a small wet spot near her crotch that would be hidden under her robes. She frantically shuffled from foot to foot as she struggled with her sash. With a bit more difficulty, she managed to loosen the sash and undo her waistband.
Holo immediately dove over the vase, grabbing it and bringing the opening close to her crotch, and not a moment too soon. She didn’t even tell her body to relax, she had lost control just as she positioned the vase underneath her. A powerful torrent of pee shot out of her and rang against the side of the vase. If Holo wasn’t already well aware how well the heavy wooden door to the meeting room blocked sounds, she’d be worried about them overhearing. The loud hiss continued as Holo’s legs shook and she threw her head back as she pissed uncontrollably into her makeshift chamberpot.
Holo closed her eyes and stifled back a moan of relief as she continued, her mind almost getting lost in the relief. However, somewhere in the back of her mind, she kept thinking about the meeting, and how the door could swing open at any time. She had been so eagerly wishing for the door to open, and now all she wanted was for it to remain closed as she relieved herself.
Holo was stuck there peeing for a while, unleashing practically the full day’s worth of pent up urine into the unassuming vase. As she continued to pee unabashedly into it, she started worrying that she might actually fill it up to overflowing, though luckily her stream started to taper off, the loud hiss finally dying down as she finished. As the pressure died down, Holo dribbled a little onto the side of the vase and the floor, and she quickly adjusted the vase to catch the last of her bladder’s contents as it finally tapered off to a slow drip.
She wanted nothing more than to bask in the aftermath of her blissful relief, but Holo knew that any moment now, the meeting room door could finally open and she’d be caught red-handed. So she quickly grabbed one of the dirtier looking bar rags from behind the desk and wiped herself off, before pulling her pants back up and cleaning up the vase and the floor as best as she could.
She carefully placed the vase back up on the shelf, worried the whole time she would drop it or tip it over and send her still-warm piss pouring out onto the floor, but luckily she managed to place it back without incident. Holo looked down at the piss-soaked bar rag she used. She’d feel exceptionally bad about letting Lielle wipe the front desk down with it now that it was used, but she didn’t know what to do with it. She looked around for somewhere to hide it and settled on stuffing it behind a standing bookshelf, hoping that once it would be a long while before anyone found it.
Letting out a sigh, Holo sat back down, placing her hand on her now shrunken-down bladder and allowing herself to get comfortable while she waited.
As it turned out, she made the right, and necessary, choice. The meeting dragged on for far longer than either Holo or Lawrence suspected. It was quite some time before the door finally opened, and a bunch of merchants shuffled out, with Lawrence and Rande at the back of the group.
“Hahaha, you were fierce in there,” Rande smirked, I can’t believe you managed to get the merchants to agree to a 30/70 split, and you used your coal as a bargaining chip to get the firewood sellers on our side.”
“Yes, well,” Lawrence smiled, scratching his head, “I’d love to talk about this over drinks, but me and my partner here had a previous arrangement.”
Lawrence motioned to Holo, who glared at him and put in a sharp air that he immediately picked up on. His shoulders immediately stiffened, and Holo allowed herself a small smirk in spite of what happened.
“No worries, I understand. I’ve kept you long enough. We can talk more tomorrow!” Rande smiled, “In fact, once the deal goes through, I’d say I owe you more than a few drinks!”
Lawrence nodded, “See you tomorrow, Rande!”
He then led the way out of the guild hall, with Holo following close behind. As soon as the door closed behind them and they were out of earshot from the other merchants who had stayed late, Lawrence turned to Holo.
“I’m so sorry, Holo,” Lawrence began, “I really had no idea the meeting would go on for that long. Things were pretty tense, and Rande needed me to smooth things over!”
Holo glared at him with a prickling gaze, and Lawrence backed off, trailing behind as Holo walked back down the main street. She was absolutely mortified about what she had just done, and she felt bad about the vase as well. She also wasn’t sure if she had peed in some valuable merchandise, though considering the layer of dust on it, it probably had sat untouched for quite some time.
With those thoughts lingering in her mind, her tail bristled, and she whirled around to face Lawrence. There was only one way he could make up for putting her through such a scenario. Even if part of it was her fault.
“You have kept me waiting quite some time,” Holo crossed her arms, glaring at him, “Though, you can make up for your carelessness by honoring our agreement and treating me at the tavern! I shall accept nothing less than the highest quality booze and meat!”
“A-are you sure,” Lawrence asked.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Holo puffed out her chest, “I could hold it easily. But I don’t like doing it. So don’t make a big fuss over it if I ask you to stop, okay?”
“A-alright, I’ll definitely stop from now on,” Lawrence nodded, “But if you don’t like holding it, you should-”
“I’m doing it this time to prove a point,” Holo stated, “Don’t underestimate me, and you should be more tactful when it comes to how you treat ladies.”
In reality, she knew that if they made it back to the inn room, she wouldn’t be able to pee so soon, and Lawrence would get suspicious of her having gone somewhere else. So she would tease him as she stalled for time at the tavern, drinking plenty of booze and letting her bladder fill up. She would also hold the fact that he refused to stop earlier over his head, so he would be flustered the whole time.
She smiled just thinking about it. It was the perfect payback.
“Now then,” Holo smiled, sauntering on calmly even as Lawrence gave her a concerned look, “To the tavern. I heard you made quite the deal today, so I’ll keep in mind we’re not exactly hurting for coins.”
Lawrence slumped his shoulders in only the way a merchant who knows he’s about to incur a big loss can, and nodded, “Very well, my lady! Tonight, anything you desire to eat or drink is yours.”
The End |
Here's another commissioned story from me! This one's a bit special, though. This story was swimming around in my mind for a while, and I finally got to write it! It stemmed from the idea that Y'shtola would prioritize gaining access to forbidden tomes over worrying about her bodily needs! This one has some pretty big Endwalker spoilers in it, based on where it's set and things discussed in it, so consider this a spoiler warning! For everyone who's caught up/not worried about FFXIV spoilers, though, I hope you all enjoy!
The Forbidden Section
Y’shtola Rhul leaned against the wall in the halls of the Forum, waiting with her arms crossed to be called in. Usually the Forum building was filled with Forum members and other bureaucrats running around and making sure everything was in order, but during the Forum meetings, the ornate halls were eerily quiet.
Suddenly, the large wooden door creaked open and one of the Forum members poked her head out, beckoning the Scion.
“Your request is up for review, please enter.”
“Thank you,” Y’shtola nodded. She followed the Forum member into the hall and stepped down the stairs to stand at the center of the room, before the entire Forum.
“Lady Y’shtola,” the Forum’s current Speaker, and old Elezen with deep set wrinkles who she didn’t recognize, looked over at her, “You have submitted a request for unrestricted access to the Noumenon’s forbidden section. The Forum has summoned you here to discuss your request and deliver our decision on the matter. Our determination will be final, and there shall be no avenues of appeal, though should you find our decision today unsavory, you may resubmit your request no sooner than three moons from this date. Are these terms acceptable, Archon?”
“Yes,” Y’shtola nodded, standing firm even as her heart raced. Unrestricted access to the forbidden tomes of the Nomenon was a coveted privilege to even the most accomplished Sharlayan scholars, and a rare one at that.
“First, please state your name and occupation for the Forum.”
“Y’shtola Rhul. Aetherologist and a former member of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.”
“That is the now-disbanded Eorzean organization who previously devoted their efforts into the restoration of the Students of Baldesion, correct?”
“Yes. We were also recently involved in the project to complete the Ragnarok and the expedition to put an end to the Final Days, as you may very well recall.”
The Forum erupted into hushed discussion, and the Speaker called for order. As soon as the hall was silent again, he continued.
“We have not yet forgotten your role in aiding Sharlayan, and the star as a whole,” the Speaker nodded, “Yet let us not forget that this matter is merely that of research, and does not involve the safety of this nation or the star. Unless you failed to state such matters when you submitted your request?”
“No, I did not,” Y’shtola answered curtly, “This request is strictly for my continued research into aetherology, and to further my own pursuits. While I do not doubt that the information locked away in the Noumenon could prove fruitful for the safety of Sharlayan and the star, I cannot claim that my current request is connected to any imminent threats.”
“Very well,” the Speaker nodded, “And it is for this reason that the stated purpose of your request was listed as ‘research and the pursuit of knowledge’, I presume.”
“That is correct.”
“Do you have any additional comments to state now, for the Forum,” the Speaker asked, “Any other reasons why we should grant you unrestricted access to forbidden tomes? Knowledge that has, throughout the course of our history, been deemed too dangerous for even those who have achieved the rank of Archon to access freely?”
Y’shtola closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking around the room at the faces. Some were familiar to her, others were obscured by the veils worn by some Forum members. She caught sight of Fourchenault awaiting her response, his expression as impassive as any others. She knew that her written request was merely a formality, and that any real attempt at convincing the Forum to grant her request came now.
“It is because this nation has instilled in me a great curiosity that I pursue all knowledge. That curiosity has driven me to study under Master Matoya, one of the greatest minds Sharlayan has known. It has possessed me to spend countless hours pouring over the tomes of the Great Gubal Library, even long after this nation abandoned it. This is nothing less than the continuation of my life’s pursuits. There is information in the Noumenon that can further my understanding of aether, of life, of this very star and beyond. What kind of Archon- nay, what kind of scholar would I be if I did not doggedly pursue every avenue of inquiry, pour through every tome that might hold the answers I seek?”
“That’s all well and good, Archon,” another Forum member spoke up, “But need I remind you that the forbidden section is deemed as such because that information is dangerous! There is a reason that we don’t let anyone access it without reason. What you requested is unrestricted access.”
“Yes, but let us not forget what she, and the rest of the Scions, recently did for this star!” another voice chimed in, “Do you really think she would use forbidden knowledge for wanton destruction?”
“Yes, we remember the Scions and their heroics,” yet another member nodded, “But let us not forget that before that they were causing trouble for us, right as fear of the Final Days was ramping up, no less. They disobeyed the Forum and undermined our efforts!”
“Indeed,” this time, it was Fourchenault that spoke up, “But do not forget that they made the right call. In our arrogance we denied them answers and painted them as little better than criminals, and yet it was ultimately their efforts that did more to preserve the life of this star than we could’ve ever hoped to achieve.”
The crowd once again erupted into argument, and the Speaker called out, “Order, order! Please, let us stay on the topic of Archon Rhul’s request to be granted access to the forbidden section, not of any of her or the other Scion’s past transgressions, or our mistakes.”
The Forum settled down, and Y’shtola felt all eyes settle on her as the Speaker continued.
“Now, let us cast the vote. All in favor of granting Y’shtola Rhul’s request?”
A number of hands were raised, and Y’shtola counted the ones she could see without turning around. It looked roughly even, but she had no way of knowing how the people behind her voted, and she did not dare turn around.
“48 in favor to 51 against. The motion fails.”
Y’shtola felt her heart drop, but she would not allow her shoulders to slump. She was disappointed, but showing it now would do nothing to sway the determination.
“However, as the motion is so narrow, I propose a compromise,” the Speaker continued, “I propose the Forum grant Archon Rhul temporary unrestricted access to the Noumenon’s forbidden section for a period of 6 hours from this time, and to allow any further requests for specific information be expedited with the need for approval from only one Forum member, within reason. Would these conditions be acceptable?”
Y’shtola nodded, “Yes.”
“All in favor of this proposed compromise?”
Y’shtola saw nearly every hand that she could see raise up, and she didn’t need to look behind her to know that the vote passed.
Afterwards, she was dismissed, and the Forum promised her that the approval would be forwarded to the Noumenon immediately. She even spotted the Mammet running off to deliver the signed letter to the library. As she left the halls of the Forum building and stepped out into the late morning sun, she let out a deep breath. It felt like all the tension had been released from her body.
She noticed short, quick footsteps approaching, and she looked down and spotted Krile rushing up to meet her.
“You look exceptionally pleased,” Krile noted, “Don’t tell me they actually gave you unrestricted access.”
“No,” Y’shtola shook her head, “Nor did I expect as much. Though they did offer quite a reasonable compromise.”
Y’shtola went over the outcome with Krile, and the lalafell smiled, placing her hands on her hips, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was your plan the whole time. Asking them for something as outrageous as unrestricted access so that any compromise would seem reasonable.”
“Were that I that conniving,” Y’shtola smirked, “When I submitted the request, I did earnestly want to be granted unrestricted access to the Noumenon. After all, Master Matoya was granted access to forbidden tomes by the Forum, and her penchant for dangerous research and inventing aetherial weapons far surpassed my own at the time.”
“At the same time, I imagine you’re quite content with how things turned out,” Krile concluded. Y’shtola could only nod and smile.
“Well, I should get going. They’ve already sent the message to the Noumenon, so the clock is already ticking, so to speak.”
“Very well,” Krile nodded, “You’ll be back at the annex later, I presume?”
“Yes. Perhaps we can discuss my research over some tea.”
Y’shtola and Krile parted ways, and the miqo’te wasted no time making a beeline for the library. She entered the halls of the Noumenon and headed up to the central desk, where a Mammet was already awaiting her arrival.
“Y’shtola Rhul, authorized to access the Forbidden Section for unspecified research purposes for a period of 6 hours. Follow me.”
Y’shtola followed the clockwork machina out of the ground floor and into the halls restricted to archons only, then deeper into the Noumenon, until finally they reached the long hallway leading to the Forbidden Section. The Mammet stopped at the doors and turned around to face her once again.
“Your time starts once you enter. Once the time is up, I or one of the other attendants will come to escort you out. Should you choose to leave early, you will forfeit any remaining time and your approval will expire. Please ensure you are fully prepared before entering.”
Y’shtola conjured up a large notebook and a quill, looking eager to get started.
“I’m quite ready, thank you. Please allow me to enter.”
“Very well.”
The Mammet held its hand out and the chains sealing the Forbidden Sections vanished, allowing the large wooden doors to creak open. Y’shtola entered and looked around the circular room. It was quite large, but compared to the rest of the Noumenon, it was rather modest in size. There weren’t many tomes the Sharlayans saw fit to restrict even for their most accomplished scholars. She glanced up at the clock in the center of the room so she knew what time she would be escorted out. The Forum had only given her 6 hours, so she fully intended to spend all of it buried in books.
Y’shtola hadn’t wanted to restrict her topic of research to one subject, but she had a good starting point in mind; the interaction between aether and dynamis. Since Dynamis was not a largely studied topic, she figured there’d be very limited information on it, but its echos could hide away in unexplained aetheric phenomena. With this as her focus, Y’shtola eagerly stepped towards the first shelf and began scanning the spines of the many tomes, as well as checking the section’s index for anything relevant to aetherial anomalies.
When she was done, she had a collection of tomes gathered up on the floor, and she had made herself a pot of tea she could sip on while reading. She sat down, really wishing the Noumenon had more in the way of chairs, and began skimming through old accounts of odd aetheric interactions.
Y’shtola had only gotten halfway through the first tome before she felt the first telltale signs of her bladder. It was a small, nagging twinge that she felt after pouring her second cup of tea. She frowned. In her eagerness to start her research, she hadn’t considered she’d be stuck in this room for 6 hours without a place to relieve herself. Y’shtola looked up at the clock. Barely a half-hour had passed.
She was a little worried, but this wasn’t the first time she had put off her body’s needs for the sake of her research. It was a bit of a bad habit of hers to get caught up in a book or a tome or some interesting aetherial readings, and in the course of studying them she would completely ignore her bladder until she couldn’t any longer. In her youth, she made many mad dashes to the privy after hours upon hours of studying. It was a habit Y’shtola tried her best to avoid nowadays, but now she had no choice. She refused to forfeit even a single hour of her time here.
Shaking her head and pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Y’shtola continued studying. The only conscious decision she made regarding her bladder was finding a more comfortable position on the floor and reaching for her tea cup far less often. She would only go for it if her lips and throat were dry. Unfortunately, the dry air of the Noumenon, maintained to preserve the books, made this a frequent occurrence.
Y’shtola was on tome number 3 when she ran out of tea in her first pot. She shuffled slightly, feeling a slight pressure starting to build up in her bladder. She glanced up at the clock. 5 hours left. She had made significant headway on her notes, and was even starting to glean a pattern in the anomalies that had piqued her curiosity, so her desire to learn as much as she could in her allotted time overpowered the growing worry that her bladder would fill up faster than her time would run out.
Y’shtola waited a bit before making another pot of tea, all too aware of the beverage’s diuretic effects. Unfortunately for her, however, it also helped her concentrate, and once again the dry air of the Forbidden Section left her parched. She reluctantly put down the tome she was reading and began to prepare another pot of tea, squeezing her legs together as the sound of the water filling the vessel subconsciously reminded her of the relief she would not get for hours.
As her tea brewed, Y’shtola gauged her bladder’s fullness, rubbing her abdomen. It wasn’t urgent yet, more like a nagging sensation that lingered at the back of her mind. Buried in the many tomes of the Forbidden Section, it was all too easy for Y’shtola to ignore the sensation. Yet the moment she thought of it, she felt a nagging wave of pressure hit her, and she was forced to adjust her position.
Once Y’shtola’s tea was done, she took a quick sip, ignoring the discomfort, and returned to her studies, eager to get her mind back on-topic and off of her slowly growing urge. She managed to get into a rhythm. Skimming through pages, spotting an interesting line or passage that pointed to an anomaly, matching it to her other findings, jotting down notes. Y’shtola soon slipped into full research mode, utterly forgetting her bladder and pouring over information, her brain eagerly drinking up every new finding.
She was pleasantly surprised by how consistent the previously unexplained aetheric events lined up with her current understanding of dynamis. While ancient scholars had no way of knowing exactly what was happening, it was clear that the interactions between aether and dynamis were far more prevalent than Y’shtola had previously considered.
Y’shtola eagerly reached over for one of the more promising tomes, a transcription of an old Arkasodara text detailing the concept of akasa. It was only as she bent forwards that she felt a sudden spike of pressure from her bladder, and she was immediately reminded of her needs. She had nearly forgotten needing to pee, but now that it was back at the forefront of her mind, Y’shtola shuffled in her spot and looked up worriedly at the time. 4 hours left.
She bit her lip. Her bladder was filling up faster than she wanted, and worse still, in her focus, she had polished off yet another pot of tea. Y’shtola cleaned up her tea set and shelved it for now. She would rather put up with a parched mouth and dry lips than risk filling up any faster.
Turning her attention back to the book on akasa, she tried to get back into the flow she had been maintaining up until then. Unfortunately, unlike before, the nagging sensation of her filling bladder lingered even through her reading, and served as a background distraction. She was more conscious of her body’s shuffling as she tried not to let her need become so uncomfortable as to drag her out of her focus.
Still, Y’shtola was nothing if not dedicated, and soon she was able to once again push the feeling to the back of her mind. It wasn’t to the point of entirely forgetting it as before, but she got back into her research and even a few nagging pusles from her bladder weren’t enough to pull her out of her books.
However, despite her focus being entirely in her studies, her body could not ignore her bladder. Y’shtola shifted positions more frequently, squeezing her legs together, crossing them, shifting her weight back and forth to try to take some of the growing pressure off her bladder. She was filling steadily, and while it was only lingering in the back of her mind, her need was starting to grow from a minor discomfort to a consistent urge.
As Y’shtola set down another tome and reached for another, she felt a pang from her bladder, and she crossed her legs together and tensed up as she fought back against the urge. With a worried expression, she glanced back up at the clock. There were still 3 hours left. Worse still, spending an hour in the dry air of the Noumenon had parched her. She was thirsty. Yet she knew the risks of making herself another pot of tea.
Instead, she grabbed her cup and filled it instead with water. It would still be filling up on more liquid, something Y’shtola was eager to avoid, but at the very least she could avoid the diuretic effects of another pot of tea, something she really couldn’t risk at the rate she was filling up.
As she sipped on her water, she was hit with another wave from her bladder, and she fought the urge to hold herself as she squeezed her thighs together. She was alone in the Forbidden Section, so she had no practical reason for not openly holding it, but her resistance to the action was for two reasons.
The first was that she simply did not want to act in such an embarrassing and demeaning way, even if no one was around to see it. Y’shtola strived to be composed, refined, and elegant in all things. This wasn’t just an air she put on for others, but something she felt strongly about. The second was that, if she had to resort to holding herself openly this early, she knew her chances of making it another 3 hours were remote.
Y’shtola finished her water and returned to her tomes, trying once again to push her needs to the back of her mind. Of course, as her urge to pee grew, ignoring it became all the more difficult. What she was once able to bury in the back of her mind as she poured over historical accounts and records of aetherial surges, she was now acutely aware of her filling bladder, even as she studied. She was able to maintain her focus, but every once in a while she was torn out of it by a surge of pressure from her abdomen.
Y’shtola was now at the point where, even if she had been studying intensely, she’d likely set her tomes aside and seek out a bathroom. However, that was not an option here. If she left early, not only would she be squandering the gift the Forum had granted her, but her early departure would undoubtedly be recorded. How could Y’shtola justify a future request for unrestricted access if, the last time she was granted it temporarily, she didn’t even use all of it? So she pushed the urge to the back of her mind as best as she could and continued studying.
Unfortunately for her, as her needs grew, her studying slowed down, and it felt like the time did as well. Y’shtola looked up at the clock, feeling like at least another hour had passed. It hadn’t, and she still had 2 and a half hours left. She bit her lip again, shuffling uncomfortably as she ignored the increasing pressure. She rubbed her abdomen again, and was dismayed to feel the tell-tale signs of a bulge. She had a long stretch ahead of her, and she was already this full. Y’shtola knew her body well. She’d definitely be bursting by the time her escort came.
Shaking her head, Y’shtola shifted her position to take as much pressure off her swelling bladder as possible as she reached for another tome. She couldn’t focus on her urge to pee, it would only make things worse. If she could once again bury herself in the tomes, find something interesting to absorb her curiosity, she should be able to push the urgent need to the back of her mind and focus.
That had been her plan, anyway, but as Y’shtola sat there, she found it harder and harder to focus on the tomes she had picked out. Everything was starting to blur together. A surge of aether here, a weird slow of aether here, a dry spell that ruined a city’s crops, a forest fire caused by an overabundance of fire-aspected aether.
Y’shtola felt another wave of urgency shoot through her, and she grasped at the hem of her dress as she shuffled in her spot desperately. She shook her head and stood up. She couldn’t focus on this avenue of research anymore with her full bladder. Moreover, she had requested unrestricted access for a reason. She didn’t just want to come in here and study one thing.
Y’shtola stood up, sending another surge of pressure through her bladder. She danced in place, tempted to jam a hand between her legs, and allowed it to pass. As soon as it did, she headed back towards the shelves, pacing back and forth and crossing her legs as she shuffled in place.
There was another topic she wished to study. A long shot that she doubted she’d find anything about, which is why she hadn’t pursued it until now. She grabbed as many astrology and astronomy tomes as she could carry and shuffled back over to her spot on the floor.
In Ultima Thule, the strange beings known as Ea had stated that she could not comprehend the research they had conducted to lead them to believe the universe was finite and doomed to die. It was a slight that had eaten away at her since that day.
Y’shtola realized it was more of a personal slight than a valid reason for research, and she was by no means an expert in the subject, so researching it was more of a curiosity born from stubbornness than it was a legitimate scholarly pursuit, but she hoped the novelty of looking into it would at least overcome her growing desperation.
Y’shtola bent down to place her new tomes on the growing pile, and another wave of desperation struck her. She bit her lips and squeezed her thighs together, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her fingers played with the fabric of her dress as she once again fought the urge to grab herself. When Y’shtola finally fought back the wave, she carefully sat back down and grabbed a tome.
Sitting down was much better, and gratefully, Y’shtola had been right. The change of subject and novelty of switching from aetherology to astrology helped her force back her urge to pee. She could still feel her bladder, continuing to swell as it filled with the tea and water she had drank earlier, but at the very least the balance shifted back in favor of her tome. If she were to make any serious attempts at researching the universe, she’d likely need to employ Urianger as someone who was far more familiar with celestial bodies and readings than herself, but at the very least as a jumping-off point, she could familiarize herself with some concepts and record some interesting notes to discuss later.
As Y’shtola tried to stay in study-mode, she was still forced to wriggle and squirm around. She tried to resist the urge to check the time, but curiosity got the better of her and she glanced up. 2 hours left. She swallowed nervously. She hoped time would speed up as she got back into the swing of her research. Unfortunately, every time she got into a rhythm and felt herself getting engrossed in the book, a desperate surge from her bladder would hit her, and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together and clench her teeth as she fought back wave after wave.
Y’shtola had barely finished the first tome before she was hit with another strong wave, and she tried crossing her legs together tightly. It did little to help, as she felt her swollen bladder continue to squeeze out. She felt a few drops leak out and soak into her smallclothes, and her eyes widened. She reached one hand down and urgently clamped it down between her legs, squirming pressing her thighs together until she finally regained control.
Y’shtola blushed, despite no one being around to see her. She felt her face burn in embarrassment, not only at her desperate display, but at the thought that she actually leaked into her pantalettes. It had been quite some time that she had been so desperate that she actually leaked. She reluctantly looked up at the clock. 1 hour and 30 minutes.
Y’shtola bit her lips, and weighed her options. She could leave now, dart to the nearest bathroom, and relieve herself. She was already at the point where her research was slowing down to a crawl, and she wouldn’t get much more use anyway. If the Forum asked why she didn’t use the full time, she could claim something urgent came up. It wouldn’t even be a lie, since Y’shtola urgently needed to pee.
On the other hand, Y’shtola still wanted to use up her full time. She wanted to take as much advantage of her access to the Forbidden Section as she could. Moreover, her new topic of focus was not something she’d be able to convince many Forum members to sign off on. This might be her only opportunity in the foreseeable future to research the death of the universe.
Biting her lip, ultimately Y’shtola put her research over her bodily needs. She could hold it for another hour and a half. She would undoubtedly be bursting, but she could make it.
She turned her attention back to her book, keeping one hand pressed between her thighs as she bounced one leg desperately. She tried to ignore the growing pressure in her abdomen, even as she could feel her bladder bulging out, nearly visible even through her dress. She tried hard to focus, irritated that her mind kept being pulled out of the book by her urge to pee.
Somehow, Y’shtola eventually managed to get back into the full focus of her studying, even as her distracted mind was split between her curiosity and desire, and her desperate need to relieve herself. She jotted down notes one-handed as she shifted and shuffled, one hand squeezing her crotch as she tried to focus more on her book than her bladder.
Y’shtola maintained her train of thought until a sudden wave of desperation crashed into her. She desperately clamped down, and felt another few leaks drip out into her smallclothes. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, thighs shaking as she fought back any more errant leaks. The crotch of her pantalettes were now uncomfortably damp against her crotch, and she adjusted them through her dress to try to find some semblance of comfort.
She glanced back up at the clock. An hour left. She was on the home stretch, but it felt like she was on the final stretch of an impossible test of endurance. She was so close to her goal, and so close to relief, yet she was so desperate at this point that she wasn’t sure how she’d make it even halfway.
Yet, Y’shtola’s stubbornness once again won out over her urge to pee. Instead of standing up and admitting defeat, she pressed on, digging back into her book and fruitlessly trying to push the desperation to the back of her mind.
It wasn’t long before Y’shtola hit the point where she couldn’t sit still anymore. She was squirming and shifting her weight near constantly, unable to find any position that didn’t put pressure on her overfilled bladder. She could feel it pressing out against the waistband of her underwear, and she could see the bulge through her dress. Her hand was pressed tightly against her crotch again, squeezed so hard between her thighs that her fingers were growing numb. She would only chance removing it when she needed to turn the pages of her book.
Y’shtola bit her lip as another wave hit her, and she fought hard, squirming and shaking with her hand clamped down as hard as she could, as though she could physically hold back the flood with her fingers. She managed to avoid another leak, but she was left panting with the effort. Beads of sweat pooled on her forehead. Her lips were parched and her throat was dry, but there was no way Y’shtola was going to drink anything at this point. She wasn’t sure she could even hold it through the sounds of pouring water, let alone taking a sip.
She glanced back up at the clock. 30 minutes left. She buried herself back into her studying, even as her bladder screamed at her. Her notes were becoming more sloppy as she struggled to write. She grit her teeth in frustration as she had to keep reading paragraphs over again, her mind struggling to focus on the words over her desperation. Y’shtola knew it wouldn’t help, but she kept glancing up at the clock, over and over. The time felt like it was slowing to a crawl.
By the time she had reached the fifteen-minute mark, Y’shtola felt like she was reaching her limit. She was just barely able to focus on the tome in front of her as wave after wave of pressure forced her to tense her whole body and fight back to keep from leaking. Her bladder sat like a rock in her abdomen, and every time she so much as moved or shuffled around, she felt the weight of all her pent-up urine slosh around inside of her. Her hand was numb and covered in sweat from being buried between her thighs, and with every surge in desperation, Y’shtola was worried she was going to leak.
For the first time, she glanced over at the empty tea pot sitting next to her. It was tempting. She desperately needed relief, and if it would help her stubbornly stay in the Forbidden Section until time was up, then at the very least she could justify it.
Yet there was no way-- absolutely no way Y’shtola would resort to something that crass, let alone doing so to her precious tea pot. She shook her head and conjured the teapot away so the temptation was gone. She only had fifteen minutes left, she could make it.
Y’shtola returned to her book, though her mind was so occupied with her sheer desperation that reading it was more a mere formality, a justification for her stubborn refusal to leave before the allotted time had expired. Still, she had managed to jot down a few more sloppy notes in the remaining time.
By the time the Mammet had returned to escort Y’shtola out of the Forbidden Section, Y’shtola had reached her limit. She steeled herself as best as she could and shakily pulled herself to her feet, letting out a few involuntary leaks in the process. She danced in place until she was sure she could maintain control, and barely registered the Mammet scolding her for not cleaning up as she was escorted out of the room.
As soon as she was out, Y’shtola grit her teeth and hobbled down, keeping one hand pressed between her legs. She knew now that she was no longer alone that others would catch her holding herself, but she knew that if she tried to remove her hand, she’d lose control right there. She hobbled down the long hall and into the restricted archon section. She desperately climbed the stairwell, having to stop every few steps just to prevent herself from leaking, and pulled herself up to the ground floor.
Suddenly, she was hit with another strong wave of desperation, and Y’shtola gasped, knowing she had pushed herself too far. Ignoring the desperate signal, Y’shtola practically sprinted out of the Noumenon, feeling herself leak with every step. She barely managed to leave the door and round the corner so she wasn’t standing in clear view before a long, hot spurt of pee shot out of her. She desperately hiked her dress up, dancing from foot to foot, and as soon as she had gotten it out of the way, she burst.
A strong torrent of pee shot out of her at full force, arching and spraying out of her as she peed out in the open on the side of the Noumenon. Her face burned as she glanced around, desperately hoping no one was watching as she emptied her overfilled bladder onto the grass.
She felt her legs go weak and she was forced to lean forwards, reaching out to grab the wall of the Noumenon for support as she continued to pee. She panted as she flooded her pantalettes, feeling rivulets of hot urine streaming down her legs. She wished she had the time to get her small clothes out of the way, but it was too little too late at this point.
Y’shtola felt her body melt into the sheer relief of her accident as she continued to pee at full force. She had really pushed her body to its limits, and she almost couldn’t believe just how much she had held back. Even her embarrassment couldn’t stand up to the sheer relief she now felt, she allowed herself to close her eyes and let out a breathy sigh as she emptied her bladder.
It felt like forever before her flow finally tapered off, and she was left standing out in the open, dripping in her own pee. She looked down and inspected the damage. Her shoes were soaked and her pantalettes were flooded. Her legs were glistening with the pee that had streamed down them, and she was standing in an impressively large puddle of still steaming urine. Luckily, she had managed to hold her dress up out of the worst of it, and as she lowered it and smoothed it out, she was able to hide most of the evidence.
Y’shtola let out another sigh as she stepped out of her puddle and began the walk of shame back towards the Baldesion Annex. Krile was waiting for her, and she knew she’d have some explaining to do when she got back. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to that, and she only hoped that none of the other Scions, especially not the Warrior of Light, had decided to make an unannounced stop to the Annex. Y’shtola didn’t think she could live it down if she was caught like this. Still, she was grateful for all the research she managed to do in the Forbidden Section, but next time she would have to remember to relieve herself before she entered.
The End |
Once Amanda and Andrew were cleaned up they got out of the shower and helped dry each other off. Andrew put all of the wet clothes into the laundry basket and they both got dressed. Amanda then asked Andrew if he wanted to stay over her place again. Both of them had to work the next day since it was Monday. "I would love to babe but I have to be to work early tomorrow morning," he told her. They both had a great time and couldn't believe that the weekend was over already. Andrew then suggested that Amanda stay over his place next weekend and she quickly agreed. Andrew packed his bag and headed for the door. Amanda told him that she would wash all of the peed in clothes from today. They kissed each other passionately and he headed out the door.
Once Andrew got home he unpacked his bag and got ready for bed. He got into bed and was thinking about how great the weekend had been. Amanda was back at her place thinking the same thoughts. They were both relieved now that they knew about each others bladder problems and that they could count on each other when accidents happened. Andrew fell asleep pretty fast because he had to be up early. Amanda got ready for bed but it took her a bit longer to fall asleep because she was already missing Andrew sleeping next to her.
Andrew's alarm clock went off at 5:00 AM and as soon as he rolled over to shut it off he knew that he had wet the bed. "Man, I really got to start wearing my overnight underwear again," he thought to himself. He got out of bed and turned on the light. There was a rather large wet spot on his bed and both his pajama pants and the bottom part of his pajama shirt were very wet. He went into the bathroom and started to strip. Once he was undressed he then pulled off his white underwear which were soaked and now had a yellow tinge to them. He threw his wet pajamas and undies into the laundry basket and hopped in the shower. Once he washed all of the pee off of his body he got out, dried off and brushed his teeth. He then got dressed and headed out the door to go to work. He would have to clean his sheets when he got home later.
Once he got to work he had his early morning meeting and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Around 9:00 AM he received a text from Amanda asking how he was doing and also letting him know that she really missed him last night. He text her back and said that he missed her too. He also let her know that he wet his bed last night and that he should probably start wearing pull-ups to bed again. She replied saying she wished she could've been there to help him clean up. She luckily had woken up dry. They finished their text messages and Andrew got back to his work.
After lunch Andrew got back to work and decided to do some filing and a few more spreadsheets on his computer. Andrew was just shutting his computer down and was ready to clock out for the day when his cell phone rang. It was Amanda, he quickly answered it saying, "Hey babe, how was your day?" As she responded he could tell by her voice that she was clearly upset. "I'm at the grocery store on Main Street. I really need your help. I stopped her to get a few things and I just peed in my pants. Can you head this way?" she asked. Andrew told her he would be there shortly as he was just leaving work. He clocked out and headed to his car.
Ten minutes later he arrived at the store. She had told Andrew that she was in the family bathroom. He knocked on the door and she slowly opened it. When he looked inside he saw Amanda standing there, her khaki pants soaked all the way down to her shoes and a large puddle of pee on the tile floor. She handed him her car keys and asked, "Can you please go to my car and get my bag of spare clothes out of the trunk?" Once he returned he shut and locked the door. He put her bag on the counter and started to undo her belt. She had already taken her shoes off and he could see that even her socks were soaked. He pulled her pants down revealing her purple panties which were clearly wet and noticeably darker in the crotch area. Once she was naked he took out some wet wipes and started to wipe the pee off of her body. He then took some paper towels and cleaned the puddle up while she got dressed. She then put some flip flops on and put her wet clothes into a plastic bag she kept just in case of accidents. She hugged and kissed Andrew and thanked him for coming to help her. "Anytime babe," he replied. "I know that you would do the same for me," he added. They walked out of the bathroom and that's when Andrew noticed a small trail of pee leading to the door. He went back in and got another paper towel to clean that up and then they headed out of the store.
Andrew walked Amanda back to her car and he placed her things back into the trunk. He kissed and hugged her tightly and said, "I can't wait until this weekend!" She responded, "Me too, it seems so far away." They kissed again and Andrew shut her door. Once she drove off he headed to his car and went home. He couldn't help but think about Amanda standing in her wet pants and the look of her wet undies and how he was kind of getting turned on as he cleaned her up with the wipes. In fact he thought Amanda was enjoying it too since she softly moaned as he cleaned her private parts with the wet wipes.
Once he got home he had dinner then he called Amanda. They talked on the phone for about an hour and then he watched some television. He then went to get ready for bed and he made sure that he wore a pull-up. He stripped the wet sheets off and made the bed with clean sheets and a clean mattress protector. He put the wet bedding into the wash and headed back to his bedroom. He quickly fell asleep with a smile on his face thinking about Amanda and her wet pants. |
Amanda and Andrew continued to snuggle in the wet bed. They were both extremely satisfied and continued to feel like they were in heaven. At one point Andrew pulled the blankets over both of them as they continued to cuddle. He blew the candles out and even though they didn't eat dinner they both eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. They probably were going to both pee in the bed because of the wine which didn't matter because the bed was already wet anyway. They both had fallen into a deep slumber.
By the time 3:00 AM had rolled around Amanda and Andrew had already both peed themselves while they were sleeping, not even waking while their bladders emptied themselves into the bed. They continued to sleep until about 7:00 AM. The sun started to peak through the curtains into Andrew's bedroom and Amanda started to wake up first. Even though the bed was wet she had to pee pretty bad. She was still snuggling with Andrew and she thought he looked so cute while he was sleeping. She really didn't want to wake him up but she knew that she couldn't hold it much longer. All of a sudden she felt her leg getting warm and wet. At first she thought she had started peeing but then she realized it was Andrew that was having an accident while he slept. Since Andrew was wetting the bed she just gave up holding it and started to pee too. Once their streams slowed down she closed her eyes and rested a bit more.
Around 8:30 AM both Amanda and Andrew started to wake up. He kissed her and said, "Good morning!" She responded and kissed him back. He then said, "This bed is really soaked." She nodded and replied, "Yup, I think we both had some accidents last night. You accidentally peed in your sleep around 7:30 this morning so I just peed in the bed again too since it was already wet." Andrew smiled and said, "That's so cute and besides, that's what mattress protectors are for!" Amanda just giggled.
They both got out of bed and started to help each other strip the wet bedding. Even the blanket was soaking wet. "I wonder how many times we each peed ourselves throughout the night?" Amanda asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders and said, "A bunch of times based on how wet everything is." Once the bed was stripped they put everything into the wash and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Andrew started the shower and they both got in and started washing each others bodies. Once they were done they got out and dried off. Andrew put some white underwear on with a t-shirt and blue soccer shorts. Amanda put on some gray panties with ice cream cones on them and a tank top and white denim shorts. She didn't put a bra on since they hadn't planned on going anywhere yet. They headed to the kitchen and Andrew brewed some coffee.
Once the coffee was done Andrew poured two cups and they both sat at the kitchen table. While they were drinking their coffee they got into a long conversation about their bladder problems and what it was like growing up with these problems. Andrew also told Amanda that his sister had issues growing up too, mostly during the day but he also knew that she had wet her bed a few times growing up. He wasn't sure if his sister still had problems now because it was something that usually doesn't just come up in conversation. Amanda was an only child but she knew her cousin Bobby was a bedwetter at least until he was 15 or so. They then talked about their most embarrassing accident. Andrew told her the story about the time he woke up in a soaking wet sleeping bag at boy scout camp. He couldn't remember how old he was but he had peed in his sleep so many times that his Goodnites pull-up had leaked and he had soaked his sleeping bag. His camp counselor had to help clean his sleeping bag. It was pretty embarrassing but he was lucky enough to be in a tent with another bedwetter. Amanda blushed and said her most embarrassing accident was when she peed in her pants at school in the fifth grade. She said she thought she could wait until recess but had misjudged and had an accident. The pee soaked her pants, ran off her desk chair and made a puddle on the floor. Everyone had seen her have an accident. She had to go to the nurses office and her mom was called to bring her clean clothes. They continued their conversation until they finished their coffee.
Once they finished their coffee Andrew washed the cups and put them in the drain board. They then moved to the living room and sat on the couch. They kept going back and forth trying to decide what they were going to do today. Andrew said, "It's Saturday, there must be something fun that we could do." Amanda pulled out her phone and started searching to see if there were any events scheduled for today. Andrew looked over her shoulder as she searched. He put her arm around her as they sat on the couch together.
Since it was still early they decided that they were going to go out to breakfast. They were both hungry since they had fallen asleep without eating dinner the night before. Amanda went and put her bra on and they both put some socks and shoes on. They then packed a bag with extra clothes, socks and underwear. They both packed three pairs of underwear each just in case. Amanda also packed four pairs of pull-ups, wipes and large zip lock bags. "Since we can both fit in these pull-ups I packed two each in case we end up going somewhere that doesn't have bathrooms." Andrew nodded and thought that was a great idea. "We can decide what we're going to do today over breakfast," he said. Andrew grabbed the bag and they both headed out the door to go to the restaurant. He put the bag in the trunk, they got into the car and they drove off holding each others hands. |
Krista's alarm went off as 6:30 am, and she slowly started to wake up. As she did every morning, she reached down under the covers to feel her diaper, which was again wet. Even at 22 years old, Krista was never able to stop wetting the bed. College could have been a rough experience for her, but thankfully, she found her roommate Tina. Tina also wet the bed and had some daytime incontinence issues, so they always did their best to keep each others secrets and help each other out when they could. Krista was thankful though that she didn't have daytime accidents like Tina did though, and always felt bad that her roommate and best friend had to wear an adult diaper while in college. Krista considered herself lucky that she could dress how she wanted, and today she wanted to dress to impress. It was Krista's first day as a teaching assistant in her meteorology class. As a senior, She helped out her professor with lectures and grading assignments for less advanced classes. Krista was still a student though, and as a single college girl, wanted to look good. After her shower Krista put on a white bodysuit that snapped at the crotch. She then yanked up a pair of skin-tight khaki pants over it. The pants were double breasted, with two rows of buttons and went up to her belly button. The shape accented her hips, and her toned round butt looked incredible in them. She wasn't overweight by any means, but definitely had curves. She didn't just have an incredibly body either. Krista had feminine face, olive skin and beautiful bright green eyes. Her dark brown, slightly wavy hair went just past her shoulders, accenting her perfectly symmetrical face. Krista took a look at herself in the mirror. She felt she looked classy, professional and incredibly sexy with her short sleeve white shirt tucked into her skin tight double breasted tan pants. She looked at the clock, it was already 7:15, and still had to grab a coffee and walk from her on-campus apartment to her class that started in just 15 minutes.
Krista got to the room with just 2 minutes to spare before class, which for a teaching assistant was already late. She walked into the room. It was essentially a computer lab, with a big projctor screen in front, 3 rows of computers, all of which had students standing up and working. There was a computer in the back of the room as well, which also had the user stand up. The professor, Sam Marshfield was really chill though and didn't make a big deal of Krista being late. He said cheerily to Krista "oh there you are, I was starting to worry you weren't going to show?" he said jokingly. Krista thought the professor was definitely cute, at 6'1 with short brown hair, a muscular frame, and wearing a simple white button down shirt tucked into his dark blue pants. Krista smiled back at Sam "I wouldn't miss my first day for the world." she said. Krista started to feel some pressure in her bladder though, and was a little embarrassed to ask Sam "Hey, I actually think I could use a trip to the restroom before class though, do you think there is time?" Sam felt a little bad, but had to tell Krista "ooh, I'm sorry, I actually could use your help setting up the program before class. As we talked about earlier, if you could demonstrate how the program works from the computer back there while I talk about it that would be great. I can get the tutorial out of the way in about 30 minutes though, then we'll give the students some time to work through a couple of sample forecasts, and then we can tag team getting everyone up to speed on it the rest of the class? Krista didn't want to be a problem on her first day and just said "sure thing." But she wished she could visit the bathroom, thinking it will be a long 30 minutes before the hands-on portion of the 3 hour class.
Krista was busy setting up the meteorology forecast program in the back. She was standing with her legs crossed, feeling the pressure in her bladder, as students started filing in. After about 10 students came in, Krista's heart dropped as she saw one girl walk in, Morgan. Morgan was one year younger than Krista and went to her high school. High school was rough for Krista, it was outed that she was a bedwetter, and had two different wetting accidents in class. She was definitely teased in those days, and hoped to put that all behind her in college. She hadn't talked to Morgan since high school, and hated the idea that she was in the class.
Once all the students were there, The professor Sam started talking "good morning class. For those of you who don't know I'm Professor Marshfield. If you're wondering who that lovely young woman in the back is, that is Krista she will be our teaching assistant this semester. Krista blushed slightly hearing Sam call her "lovely" and waved at the class. As she looked out she caught the eye of Morgan, who clearly recognized her. Next to Morgan was a guy Krista found very cute, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and medium length blonde hair. The guy was clearly checking Krista out, and Krista gave a very subtle smile at him. Krista's bladder was starting to get more dire though, and she started swaying her curvy hips back and forth to ease the pressure.
"Alright class" Sam the professor continued on. "this class is all about learning the different computer programs needed to forecast the weather." Krista here knows is well and will be helping me out, so these first few classes will just be getting you guys used to it all." As the lecture went on, Krista felt her bladder filling up fast. She wished she could sit down, but was forced to stand up in the back and click through the program. She stood with her legs crossed, helping put some pressure on her bladder, but she kept eyeing the clock and wondering when she can slip away to use the bathroom. She didn't want to embarrass herself on the first day though and start doing a "pee pee dance" in front of everyone, especially not Morgan who knew her history of accidents and bedwetting. Just then something caught Krista's eye, she saw Morgan whisper to the cute guy and another girl next to her and, they all turned to look at Krista. Morgan and the other girl giggled a little, while the guy had a blank expression on his face. Krista felt her stomache sink, worrying that Morgan was gossiping about her she wet her pants back in high school. She definitely had to do her best to keep composed, and tried to tone down her wiggling, but her bladder was starting to become painful.
25 minutes went by and Krista's bathroom needs were getting dire, every few seconds she moved her knee up, or shuffled her hips back and forth, all while she kept her legs tightly crossed. Then Sam finished up his lecture "ok everyone, we're going to give you a chance to play around with the system. We are going to do a sample forecast, just let Krista or myself know if you need any help with anything." Krista then eyes the exit, hoping to run to the bathroom quick before she started to help the class. But immediately, the cute guy next Morgan raised his hand and called out "Hey Krista I could use some help." Krista didn't want to be rude, especially to him and sauntered over.
As she walked over, she noticed the guy next to Morgan check out her butt. She definitely didn't mind the attention from him, but realized she needed to keep her potty dance under control until she could use the bathroom, especially if Morgan did tell him about her accidents in high school. The guy turned to Krista "hey i'm Mark, nice to meet you." Krista for a moment forgot about her bladder and locked eyes with Mark and said warmly "nice to meet you, what can I help with?" Mark continued on "so I'm having trouble getting out of this mode?" Krista reached over Mark and grabbed his mouse and clicked a simple setting and said "here, its's just that easy." She said with a smile. But her flirt mood didn't last long, her bladder twinged, and she raised her knee, thankfully shutting down any flow of pee. Mark noticed the awkward movement and asked "are you ok?" Krista was a little embarrassed but tried to play if off cool "Oh, i'm fine" she said with a smile and gently put her hand on Mark's shoulder "Just let me know if you need anything else." As Krista walked off, swaying her hips back and forth, Mark took a glance at her amazing behind again. Morgan caught him looking. She had a crush on Mark herself and didn't like the attention Krista was getting. She leaned over to Mark and whispered "that's the girl thay had accidents and wet the bed in high school." Mark didn't know how to feel about that, he was a little grossed out at the idea, but at the same time felt it was in the past, and looking at her now didn't really care. He just replied to Morgan "oh really" and left it at that.
Krista was almost to the door, relief was in her sights, but one girl raised her hand for help and shouted at Krista "hey, could you help me?" Krista winced "fuck" She thought to herself. The student, a pretty blondge girl in yoga pants and a black tank top said "sorry, I am struggling right away" she said with a laugh. Krista was trying to hide her annoyance but said "no problem, that's why I'm here." When Krista reached the blonde girl, standing in front of her computer at the high top table, she crossed her legs tightly and clasped her hands in her lap, gently swaying her hips, doing her best not to jitter around too much. Krista stuggled to pay attention to her question as she described her problem.
Krista kept thinking "when can I pee already" hoping to finish with the student quickly before things got really bad. But then, the professor shouted to the room "hey guys, it seems we are all having a similar problem. Krista can you go to the home page in the back and I'll show them what to do." Krista just pursed her lips and nodded as she went to the back of the room. As she started working, she felt a tiny spurt of pee escape her. She bit her lips and slammed her shapely thighs together to stem the flow. She could feel a warmth in the crotch of her panties and body suit. The students all had their eyes on the front of the class. Krista opened up her thighs, and to her horror, saw just a tiny dime sized wet stain on her crotch, right in between the two rows of buttons on her tight khaki pants. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a sheet of paper and held it in front of her crotch. Krista thought to herself "as soon as he is done I'm running to the bathroom no matter what. I'll be okay, no one will notice this small stain right? it has to dry quickly.. I'm ok, I'm ok." In reality, Krista looked like she saw a ghost.
Krista was standing with her legs crossed like a pretzel, swaying back and forth, and both hands holding the sheet of paper to cover her small pee statin when she heard Sam call out "Krista can you explain how to calculate the wind speed with this system?" Krista tried her best to compose herself, but stammered as she said from the back of the room "s-ssure. so you umm... have to take this number on the left side... here.. and umm, right click, then g-go to the drop down menu... but just remember .. it's, it's in not the default option." Krista's face turned red as she realized people were giving her strange looks as she presented. As Krista finished explaining what she needed to, she felt a wave of pressure overtake her. She bent over at the waist, then stood up and raised her knee up and inwards, shifting her hips back. Thankfully no more pee escaped, but the class must have noticed her awkward movements by now. Krista thought to herself "ok, I'll be ok. My wet stain will dry in a moment, I'll just rush to the bathroom right now."
Krista started quickly walking to the exit, the paper still covering her crotch when she felt someone touch her arm. Krista turned her head, it was the same blonde girl as before. As her attention diverted away from her bladder, she a split second pee rush out of her. She squeezed her thighs together to regain control. Krista could feel the warmth spread across her body suit and pants, now feeling a little wet on her perfect round butt. The blonde girl was oblivious to her plight and said 'sorry to keep bugging you, I'm still having trouble with the wind speed here." Krista just mumbled "mmm hmm" and forced a smile. The blonde girl continued "see I just can't remember the steps" she then saw the paper Krista was holding "oh, is that a list of the steps could I see that?" Krista was in a panic, that sheet of paper was the only thing covering her dignity, and in her mental state, couldn't think of anything and just handed her the paper. The blonde girl took the paper and turned towards her computer. Krista instictively looked down at her pants, and felt the blood rush from her face as she realized her pee stain on her tan pants grew to the size of an orange. The blonde girl let out a shocked "oh" as she saw the stain. Krista was flustered and muttered "it, it's not what it looks like, I, I spilled something, bad spot right?" the blonde girl just bit her lip and tried to suppress a giggle. Krista continued "j-just look that over, I'm sure it will help. Krists tried to cover the stain, putting both hands in front of her crotch, and speed walking to the exit.
Krista only made it about 10 steps before she her heard Morgan call out "hey Krista, we could use your help!" Krista pursed her lips "fuck!" she thought to herself "anyone but her." Thinking quickly, Krista turned to face the tables, so her side was facing Morgan, her female friend, and Mark. Morgan was cheerful,but in a fake sort of way and said to Krista "oh my god I haven't seen you in forever! how are you." Krista was doing her best to keep the stain of her crotch hidden, and not release any more. She was leaning over slight with her hands on the high table, and thighs firmly pressed together. Krista gave a quick "I'm good, how can I help you guys?" Morgan said "I'm having trouble highlighting the high pressure system." And she backed away from the keyboard to let Krista in. Krista took a deep breath, she needed to move her hands from her already wet crotch. As she did, Krista felt another split second of warm pee release. She winced as she felt it in her panties and body-suit, praying it didn't make the stain any worse than it alreadywas. As Krista started working at the standing computer, Mark who was next them checked out her butt again. His eyes went wide as he noticed the palm-sized pee stain on her butt. As Krista finished explaining the issue she turned her head around to face the three of them saw Mark starring at her ass. She looked down, and her heart dropped as she realized her butt was wet as well. Morgan and her friend had smiles creep across their faces as they saw her pants. Krista put her hand in front of her butt to block it and turned around, and now realizing the pee stain on her crotch was now the size of a grapefruit. Morgan's mouth opened for a few second and she mumbled "oh my god" and had a slight giggle as she saw the stain. Krista had to fight back tears as she stammered "it-it's not that, I-I swear, I was drinking c-coffee and it spilled." Morgan turned to her friend and gave her a look as to say "can you believe what you're seeing." Krista turned to run out the door, hopefully before the rest of the class realized what was happening.
Krista tried to sprint out the door, but didn't realize Sam was there and ran right into him. Sam put an arm on Krista's shoulder and said "oh gosh I'm sorry." The shock of running into Sam was too much. Krista released a strong torrent of warm pee. For 5 seconds Krista could feel it rush out of her. She could feel it run up her butt, crotch and down both of her curvy thighs. As Sam realized her accident he took his hand off of her and took a step back. Krista stood in shock as she realized all eyes were on her. Krista's pants were wet all across her crotch, down both legs to her knees. And maybe most embarrassing of all, her white bodysuit got wet, and a yellow stain on her shirt was seen just above the waistband of her high-waisted pants. Sam gave her a disgusted and raised an eyebrow "Krista are you ok?" Krista just mumbled "i'm fine." Krista's eyes dart around the room, every student is starring at her. Krista just froze in horror as her bladder fully gave way. The room was silent, and the class could hear the hiss of Krista's pee hitting her tan pants. Krista could hear giggles and murmurs as her pants became drenched in urine, soaking both her legs,her butt, even her shirt was wet up above her belly button now because of the snaps at the crotch. Amongst the giggles, Krista heard Morgan call out "oh, sweetie, I didn't know you never outgrew your little problem." Krista had tears starting to form in her eyes and she ran out of the room.
Krista got into a singel stall bathroom and saw how bad the damage was. She got out her phone and called her roommate Tina. In a cracked voice she said "Tina, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to come to the bathroom on the third floor near my lab with some of my jeans and a pair of underwear." Tina instantly knew what happened "oh honey, it's going to be ok." She said sympathetically "I'll be right there."
Tina knocked on the door and said It's me, Tina." Krista sheepishly opened the door. Tina came into the bathroom with jeans and said "rough day honey?" as she saw her accident. Krista just said "can you help me" as she started pulling off her wet pants. Tina hated to tell her this "Hey, umm, I think you're bodysuit is going to still be pretty noticably wet... and it may make these jeans wet too." Krista realized she was right and felt defeated again. "What do I do" she asked. Tina asked "do you want me to go get you a shirt too?" Krista just wanted this ordeal to be done with. She hated that she asked this "Umm, this is awkward, but what if I wear one of your diapers over the crotch of it, and then I can just hold your purse in front of the wet stain on the shirt?" Tina tucked her hair behind her ear and just said "sure" a little embarrassed about her diaper situation as well. Once changed Krista looked in the mirror and noticed the diaper was creating some awkward bulk around her butt. She asked Tina "how bad is it?" Tina thought it was deinitely noticeable and bulky but didn't want to embarrass her friend more and "you look fine, I'll walk behind you, it will be ok."
As soon as they stepped out, Morgan, Mark and their other friend were there. Morgan called out "I'm glad your friend could bring you some dry clothes sweetie." As she and her female friend giggled. Mark seemed sorry for what happened, and didn't like being associated with them, but didn't say anything and starred ahead. Krista and Tina just started walking back to their apartment. As They walked away Morgan noticed Krista's "diaper butt" and whispered to her friend.. "oh my god, I think she's wearing a diaper. I bet her roommate pisses herself too." and they both let out a cackle. Krista and Tina just walked home in shame, hoping to forget about this awful day. |
Part 2:
It's been 4 weeks since Krista's humiliating accident in class, and she hoped that the students stopped seeing her as the TA that peed her pants, and started seeing her as the competent, friendly and good looking teaching assistant. Today, the class was all visiting a National Weather Service research center which was about an hour and 15 minute bus ride away. Krista had been there before and knew it was a relatively casual work environment. She put on a pair of "mom style" jeans that still highlighted her firm round butt, and a white button down shirt that she tucked into her jeans. She was sure to leave plenty of time to visit the restroom this time before getting on the bus.
Meanwhile, Morgan was standing around the front of the building waiting for the bus. She was still trying to cozy up next to Mark, and tried to her best to look cute for him. Today she had on a pair of skin tight vintage Levis jeans that looked like they were from the 80's and a pink t-shirt that was just a little too tight. She wasn't quite as curvy as Krista, but still had an amazing figure, with a smaller but very firm and round cute butt, wide hips and B cup breasts. Her straight dirty blonde hair went past her shoulders, framing her beautiful soft face and big brown eyes. Morgan was standing alone when her friend Alison from class came up. Alison looked cute at just 5'2 and petite, with medium length bleach blonde hair and wearing black yoga pants and a white sweatshirt from the university. She cheerily said to Morgan "morning, I thought I would be an especially good friend and bring you a latte this morning." Morgan was happy to have the caffeine "Oh my gosh, you are too sweet!" she said. Morgan already had a small pressure building up in her bladder, but didn't think too much of it yet, and took a big sip.
Meanwhile Krista was inside, emptying her bladder before before heading out to the bus. As she exited the bathroom she saw Mark Walking down the hall. Mark gave a smile "oh hey, fancy running into you here" he says playfully to Krista. Krista tucks her silky brown hair behind one of her ears and bashfully looks up at him "oh hey, are excited to see the National Weather Service Station and weather balloons?" Mark is genuinely excited, as they start walking towards the bus together he starts going on "oh I have never actually seen a weather balloon before, I'm actually really pumped to launch one." The two chat away and sit next to each other on the couch bus as they enter. "I find it adorable how excited you are about meteorology" Krista tells him with a giggle, but instantly regrets telling him he's adorable, worried he doesn't feel the same about her. But Mark seems to lean into it "yeah, I am a bit of a nerd when it comes to some of this really." and seems excited that Krista seems into him.
As Morgan sees the two of them walk onto the bus together she gets jealous, wishing she was the one who would be able to cozy up to Mark on the bus. Her friend Alison tried to break the tension "hey, let's sit together on the ride up" she tells Morgan as they join the rest of the class on the bus. As the two sit down Morgan starts to regret not using the bathroom before getting on. She turns to Alison "hey how long is the drive anyways?" Alison tells her "like 45 minutes" Morgan eyes get wide, not realizing how far away it was, now more than a little annoyed that she didn't use the bathroom, but figured she's an adult and she can hold it until they get there. Morgan just crossses her legs and leans back in her chair.
After 30 minutes into the ride, Krista is quickly feeling her bladder fill up again as she sips on a water bottle. Despite going to the bathroom just 30 minutes ago, all the coffee she had this morning was refilling her bladder quickly. She taps her heels and starts shifting her butt in her seat. Mark seems to notice "need to pee again?" He whispers to her. Krista's face turns beet red when she realizes she was doing somewhat of a potty dance in her seat. She mumbles out a quiet "I'll be fine." Mark didn't want to embarrass her whispers quietly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a mean way.. I actually wanted to tell you sorry for what happened last month on the first day of class, but it's ok, it happens sometimes." Krista didn't really want to bring up the topic of her wetting herself to her crush, but was at least happy that Mark seemed sympathetic "thanks" Krista said with a forced smile "it's not exactly the best way for a TA to introduce herself to her students." Mark thought about putting a hand on her knee but chickened out, and said "it's really ok, don't be too embarrassed, it happened to me once too in first grade." Krista couldn't help but to smile "that's sweet to share, but really not the same" she said with a slight laugh as she briefly put her hand on his knee. Mark was happy she touched him, and just smiled coyly at her.
After 45 minutes, Morgan started to tightly cross her lights, while lightly bouncing her heel up and down. "I thought you said 45 minutes?" She whispered in annoyed voice to Alison. Alison was a little annoyed too, and said "yeah I thought it was." Alison took out her phone and put the location into google maps. "Oh shit" Alison said, we are still like 45 minutes away. Morgan groaned slightly "you are not serious right." Alison nonchalantly asked Morgan "What's the big deal?" Morgan darted her eyes around and whispered quietly "I have to pee, like bad." Alison smiled "oh, I thought something was up with you. don't worry you can hold it 45 minutes, it's not like your Krista." Morgan just sat back in her chair and didn't respond. She was actually starting to feel bad for how she treated Krista earlier now that she's experiencing what it's like to need a bathroom.
45 minutes later, as the bus pulled up, Morgan's bladder was really starting to affect her. Her legs were firmly crossed in her seat and she was struggling to not do an awkward potty dance in her seat. She was sitting at the back of the bus, and it felt like an eternity to watch everyone get up and get off. Morgan stood up in her seat and sat back down on her heel, trying anything to make her bladder feel a little better.
Meanwhile, Krista takes short, quick steps into the lobby of the weather station. The lobby just looks like a plain office lobby with a handful of chairs, and a couple of locked doors to either side. As Krista she opens the door she immediately starts looking around for a bathroom, but is annoyed when one isn't right there. She doesn't want to start running around screaming for a bathroom, especially not in front of the class she has an accident in front of not long ago. Krista figured she would just ask for a bathroom as soon as someone came to take the group upstairs. She just crossed her legs where she stood, and waited for the class to start filing in.
Morgan is one of the last to enter the building. She puts her hands in the front of her skin-tight light blue Levis and presses her thighs together, bending over just slightly. Her eyes also start darting around the room, and is almost panicked when she realizes there isn't one right there.
The head of the weather center walks through the door, a woman in her 40's with shoulder length black hair, who is very attractive for her age, wearing a professional grey suit jacket and dark jeans. Sam the professor shouts out to the class "hey everybody, this is Jessica, she is a researcher here at the weather center. She is going to take us upstairs and show us how they collect the data for the weather balloons and then have you guys try out some of the equipment yourself. So follow us upstairs." Krista was full on shuffling her butt back and forth while standing, worried she is about to have a repeat of her humiliating accident last month. She tapped the professor on his arm and said to him and Jessica "hey guys, I think a few of us could use a bathroom break before we get started, yeah?" Jessica said softly to Krista, "of course" then turned to the whole group and shouted "if anybody needs to use the restroom, it's just up the stairs before we get into the lab. Krista felt an intense wave of pressure inside her, she bent forward slightly and bent her knees in, fighting to keep from leaking into her pink thong and jeans. Thankfully, she was able to cut it off before she released it. But she knew she couldn't make the same mistakes as last time, she needed to get to a bathroom and now. She just nodded her head at Jessica and Sam and marched upstairs.
Behind the rest of the 25 person class was Morgan, who now stopped making chit chat with anyone and was focusing on her bladder. Her legs were crossed as she stood, and she kept shuffling her cute toned butt side to side. Morgan did a head count of all the people there, and based on how long the trip was knew there would be a line. Her bladder was so full that it was painful, and thought to herself she needed to make sure she was one of the first to use the bathroom.
Krista was the first to get to the top of the stairs, it was a circular corridor in the office-style building. her eyes darted around, she saw a hallway that led another set of rooms, the lab to her right and one other door. She wasn't dancing, rather she was stiff as a board, while slightly bent over at the waist as she was searching for the bathroom. Jessica was right behind her and said plainly "bathroom is right there" as she pointed to the door. Just then, Krista felt another wave of pressure. She stood up tall, arching slightly back as she focused all of her energy on stopping the flow. She felt just a drop of warm pee hit her panties. Her eyes went wide and face red as she worried about a repeat of last month. She was able to cut it off though, and walked as quickly as she could to the single-stall bathroom. When she got inside, she knew from experience to not relax yet, and keep fighting back the pressure as she got her pants down. She quickly but carefully pulled her tight jeans down. As she did, she accidentally let go of another small spurt of hot pee into her pink thong. She flung her panties down and plopped her voluptuous butt on the toilet, and before she was even settled started peeing full force into the bowl. She was ecstatic and relieved that she made it in time as she emptied her bladder for what felt like 5 minutes. After her bladder emptied she took a deep breath in, but when she reached down to pull her pants back up, exhaled heavily as she realized that her panties were pretty wet. "Fuck" she mumbled to herself, "I can't believe I wet my panties again." Thankfully her jeans were dry this time, but she didn't want to risk her damp panties leaving a stain on her jeans. She took her pants all the way off, then peeled off her wet panties, rolled them up in a bunch of paper towels and hid them at the bottom of the waste basket, then put on her jeans again without any underwear. This is all took longer than she realized, because she heard a knock at the door and a girl say "excuse me, but there is a line out here, if you could finish up when you can." Krista was a little embarrassed she took so long. She gave herself a look in the mirror, her jeans looked good, and she walked out with confidence.
As Krista walked out Morgan was in a desperate state. She was starting to sweat, and there were 4 other people in front of her line for the bathroom. Morgan was constantly moving one knee up and in, then the other and shuffling her hips back and forth. Her friend Alison took notice "You doing ok there Morgan? Alison she said in a sarcastic tone. Morgan wasn't amused though and whispered "I really, really have to pee." Alison gave a slight smile and said "hey, I have an idea." Alison led Morgan up to Jessica and asked "hey, the line is a little long, we might be able to speed this up if we could use another bathroom?" Jessica felt a little bad about the line that had formed and told the girls "yeah, of course, if you walk down that hallway, then take a left, at the end of that hallway there is another cooridor similar to this one with another bathroom." It was a huge building and that would have been a 3 minute walk, and Morgan really didn't want to have to go all that way, but also didn't want to embarrass herself and make a fuss and just politely thanked her. Morgan was having trouble walking normally, swaying her butt back and forth more than usual, and taking quick but tiny steps, trying to keep her aching bladder at bay. Once the two got to the end of the first hallway and turned a corner Morgan immediately grabbed her crotch with both hands, trying to ease the pressure. Alison actually found her friends predicament a little funny and joked "don't turn into Krista and pee your pants, especially in those jeans." Morgan didn't find the comment funny though and just kept on speed walking to the end of the hall. When Morgan spotted the bathroom she basically sprinted and put her full bodyweight into the door to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She pulled harder and banged on the door, but it was locked. As she realized the situatio nshe felt a wave of pee force it's way to the edge of her pee hole. Morgan double over and buried both hands in her crotch, thankfully not releasing any pee into her white cotton panties and jeans. Alison couldn't help but be somewhat amused at her friend's desperation, but also felt bad for her and said "this is a joke, let's just go back to the other bathroom and you can cut in line." Morgan was starting to get scared that might actually have an accident in front of her college class, but at this point all she could do was rush back to the other bathroom and pray she could hold on.
Back at the other bathroom area, Krista was feeling good with her bladder now empty. Mark came up to her and said with a coy smile "so, as a Teacher Assistant are you going to give me a little hands on training with the weather balloons in there." Krista was happy to be a little flirty with him, he was only one year younger and didn't mind the attention. As she made conversation with Mark she saw the last person leave the stall. At the same time Morgan and Alison got back to the area. Krista, not realizing that they didn't actually use the bathroom, went up to Jessica and her professor and told them "it looks like everyone's ready." Sam the professor shouted out "hey guys, if you follow us, we are going to cut through this lab here and go out to a patio area where we are going to show you how to set up and release the weather balloons. After the demonstration we'll have each of you show us that you know how it works, this is one of the essential skills needed for this class, so you will need to show us you understand it in order to pass." As the class started to move to the next area, Morgan started heading for the bathroom. Krista put a hand on her shoulder though and said "come on, the doors lock automatically so we all have to go at the same time." Morgan whispered to Krista "I just need to use the bathroom." Krista was still angry and held resentment towards Morgan, and said in a condescending way "you can hold it." and gave a forced smile. Because of their history, Morgan didn't want to admit how bad she needed to pee and embarrass herself, and made the mistake of following her outside. Krista would have felt bad about it if she actually knew Morgan was on the verge of wetting herself, but instead just thought of it as a little bit of karma.
Outside, there were 3 rows of folding chairs outside, all facing towards a field where they would release the weather balloons. Krista sat up front, facing the rest of the class. Morgan, Alison and Mark were all sitting next to each other in the back, With Morgan sort of in the middle of the aisle. Jessica started going over how to set up and release the weather balloons. As she was talking, Krista noticed that Morgan was sitting with her legs held extremely tight together, and furiously tapping her foot.
Morgan was in a lot of pain now, she never had to pee so bad in her entire life. After that latte, a lot of water and close to 4 hours without a bathroom, she was on the vege of an accident. "Why the hell would they lock the door back to the building" Morgan thought to herself. The only way she could get back inside was to make a big scene, and ask Jessica to stop her lecture and unlock the door. As the lectured rambled on about Morgan felt an immense wave of pressure push forward against her pee hole. With her thighs pushed together tight, she felt her bladder relax. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt the warm pee trickle out of her. Morgan peed for about 5 seconds before she could regain control. But even after she stopped peeing, she could feel her Levis getting damp and heavy in her butt and warm pee started to travel down the back of her thighs. She instinctively uncrossed her legs and opened her thighs and looked down and whimpered slightly as she saw a hand sized pee statin on her crotch, but she could feel that it was even wetter on her butt. Her friend Alison looked over and her jaw dropped "oh my god Morgan!" She whispered loudly. Morgan felt her face turn white and she snapped her neck to Alison and quietly mumbled "shut up." Mark turned towards the two of them and whispered "what is going on?" Alison motioned her eyes down to Morgan crotch. Mark's eyes went wide too as he now saw the pee stain on her levis. Morgan just whispered again "just shut up guys.. shut up." Alison whispered to Morgan "did you seriously just piss your pants?"
The professor Sam noticed the commotion and called out to them loudly "hey guys, try to keep quiet. Thanks." Alison said "sorry" , and As the class looked back at them, Morgan slammed her thighs shut and crossed her legs, trying to hide her pee stain from the group." As Krista looked back she couldn't believe what she thought she saw. She couldn't get a good view of her crotch with Morgan's legs crossed, but it looked like her jeans were in the butt and back of her thigh. "she couldn't have wet herself, could she?" Krista thought to herself. Despite how Morgan treated her after her accidents, she knew how humiliating it was to pee yourself in public, and started to feel bad for Morgan.
Morgan couldn't see how bad the damage was while she was sitting, but could feel her entire butt and back of her thighs were wet. She knew that if she stood up, the whole class would see she started to have a little accident. With her heart beating fast, she thought her best course of action would be to try to hold the rest in, stay in back, and hope that it dries before anyone notices. But she was truly in distress knowing how much of a challenge that would be. Jessica finished up explaining the weather balloons, and Morgan hadn't listened to a word of it, focusing only on her screaming bladder. She called out "ok, who wants to go first and show me they can set up and send one of these balloons off. How about you in the back in the pink t-shirt? Morgan winced "FUCK!" she thought to herself, "what am I going to do now." As Jessica motioned for her to come up. Morgan was just red faced in the back, sitting with her legs crossed, she squeaked out "umm, can I use the bathroom first?" Jessica didn't grasp that Morgan was literally in the middle of an accident, and nonchalantly said "you can go in a minute, this won't take long." Morgan just sat in her chair and said in a shaky voice "please, I really need to powder my nose." As soon as those words left her mouth, Morgan couldn't' hold it anymore. She felt a torrent of hot pee force it's way out of her. With her legs crossed while sitting, the pee soaked her jeans, spreading on her crotch and upper thighs, and then flowing down towards her butt. It instantly started to pool on her seat, being absorbed into the fabric of her folding chair, and trickling down to the pavement. Jessica didn't realize Morgan was peeing her pants right then and there, but also didn't want to be mean to a student and told her "alright, I'll come and unlock the door, hold on a second." As Jessica started looking for keys and walking back to the door, Alison, Mark and Krista all started to notice that Morgan was peeing full force into her tight jeans. Krista could not take her eyes off the pretty blonde, as she saw the piss stain travel all across her lap while sitting, and pee running off the edge of her seat. Mark and Alison both inched away and starred down at her. They didn't say anything, not wanting to call attention to the fact that their friend was wetting herself. Morgan had tears start to form in her eyes as she continued peeing, for what was in reality 60 seconds, but felt like an eternity. She could feel her butt was soaking wet, and it now spread down to her knees on the back of her thighs, and had a dinner plate sized stain on the front of her crotch. She was still sitting cross legged, hoping the position would block the view of her accident from the rest of the class. Jessica walk past Morgan and started to unlock the door "well, are you coming?" Jessica asked somewhat annoyed. With all eyes on her, Morgan didn't want to stand up. But she had no idea what to do in the situation. As she stood, the class all gasped and giggled. Alison whispered loudly "oh my god Morgan, look at your butt." The blood rushed from Morgan's face as she realized how bad it was. Her light colored jeans were completely soaked. Her sitting with her legs crossed made for a somewhat odd wetting pattern. Her crotch was started at her pee-hole, but traveled up and to the left, but wasn't wet on her legs in the front. Her perky butt was wet in a huge circular pattern, then between her legs and the back of her thighs soaked about halfway to her knees. Krista looked at Morgan sympathetically, knowing how she felt. Morgan just stood in shock with tears forming in her eyes as the entire class stared at her. Some of them were laughing, some gawking, her crush Sam just looked out in the distance pretending not to notice, her good friend Alison was openly giggling at her. Jessica felt terrible for the college girl "oh sweetie, I am so sorry, I didn't realize. Come on let's get you cleaned up.
Morgan just silently followed Jessica, who led her into the bathroom. Morgan sat on the toilet, dabbing at her jeans with a paper towel, but it was useless. After a few minutes she heard a knock at the door. She shouted out "someone's in here!" She heard the voice of Krista "hey, it's me Krista, can I come in." That was last person Morgan expected, but she pulled up her jeans and cracked open the door to see Krista. Krista looked at her sympathetically "can I come in?" Krista asked softly. Morgan let her in and closed the door behind them "what do you want?" She said in an upset voice. Krista tried to be sympathetic "I know, we haven't been the best of friends, but I know how you feel, trust me." Morgan accepted her help "what do I do now" and gestured towards her wet jeans, "do you think this will dry before we head back?" Krista said softly "I hate to say it but I don't think they will." Morgan said "what the hell do I do then." Krista held up a sweatshirt from the National Weather Service and said "I'm sorry, I looked and there aren't really any other pants around here, but I got this sweatshirt you can tie around your waist for the drive back?" Morgan snatched it out of Krista's hand and said "well, it's better than nothing." Krista looked off to the side "can I tell you a little secret?" Morgan listened intently before Krista continued "I sort of wet my panties earlier and had to throw them out." Morgan smiled slightly "really" Krista continued "yeah, I had to throw my panties out in the trash" Morgan looked sheepishly at Krista "thanks for being so nice to me, especially after I was so awful to you." Krista smiled at Morgan "yeah, you were, but people grow, and I've been in your shoes before." Morgan and Krista hugged for a second and Morgan asked "so what does peeing your pants in front of a class do you your social life?" Krista just smiled "not as bad as you might expect, plus when you're hot as we are guys couldn't give 2 shits." Morgan and Krista both had a slight laugh, before walking out of the bathroom together. |
So I started writing the next chapter, but it is getting a little long. Here is the first half, and I'm still working on the second half. I'm trying something new and put in a couple links to photos for what the characters look like and are dressed like, but the story ready fine if you prefer to just use your imagination. Let me know what you think and where you'd like the story to head in the second half of the next chapter...
Tina knocked quietly on her roommate Krista's door and said "hey I need your opinion on something, can I come in?" Krista was getting ready for their double date that night with Mark and his friend Jason. The semester was finally over, and on the last day of class Mark got the nerve to ask out the teaching assistant. "Yeah, of course come on in" Krista told Tina happily. Tina was still getting ready and was just very casually in yoga pants and a purple sports bra with a matching short hoodie. She had an amazing curvy body, with thick thighs and butt on a shorter 5'3 frame. She also had silky long brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes that made her a total knockout. (like this postimg.cc/mcH6JXFC) Krista said someone sheepishly "If I try on an outfit for tonight, can you give me your honest opinion if it works or not." Krista told her nonchalantly "of course I will" Tina has always been a little self conscious because of her bladder issues. Because of some nerve damage when she was born, there was only a 2 minute difference between when she realized she had to pee, and she started peeing. Because of that, she constantly had accidents. It's so bad that she can't even get away with a Depend or a pull-up style diaper because they leaked so much, and at the age of 22 had to wear a thicker tape-on diaper to make sure she didn't leak. When it came to dating her condition always made her uncomfortable, especially when it came to finding outfits that hid her diapers, while still trying to show off her incredibly curvy figure.
Tina came back wearing tight jeans a pink ribbed top "ok, be 100% honest" does my butt look good in these or does it look like I'm wearing a diaper."(like this postimg.cc/0693hdPN) Krista looked at her friend "ok, JUST because I know what you're wearing, I can KIND of tell you're wearing a diaper, but I don't think 99.9% of people would ever guess that looking at you. If you wear a long sweater I guarantee you'll be fine, and if not, no one would think 'diaper' they would just think you have a big butt" Krista told her. Tina sighed a little "oh great, my date may or may not realize I'm wearing an adult diaper and just think I have a fat ass." Krista looked at her with an eye roll "stop, seriously you look hot. If you're that worried, again, just wear that long cardigan to cover your butt, but you can still see you have that crazy hourglass figure of yours from the front." Tina seemed assured "ok if you say so, I guess that will work." Tina then looked her friend Krista up and down, "but next to you I look like frumpy troll." Krista was wearing skin tight white jeans and a black tank top (like this postimg.cc/Ff7TcPxw). She smiled "let's just say we are both hot" she told Tina.
When the two of them arrived at the bar, Mark and his friend Jason were already sitting down at a booth. They stood up as they saw the girls. Mark reached out his arms awkwardly "wow, you look seriously incredible" he said as the two of them did a distant awkward hug for their first date. Jason, who was a muscular guy and a 5'11 frame with short blonde hair, looked his date up and down and was now a little nervous after seeing how beautiful his date was in person. Jason awkwardly stammered out "hey, it's nice to finally meet you in person." The two of them had texted a couple of times after Krista and Mark set up the double date but had never met before. Tina smiled warmly at him thinking he was cute too "yeah, it's great to meet you too." Both the girls and boys sat across from each other at the table. Jason tried to break the ice by saying "so I'll keep it 100, I facebook stalked you a little bit before tonight, and am pleasantly surprised that you look better in person." Tina gave a genuinely laugh at him, brushed her hair behind her ear "thanks for being honest, I'll be honest too and say I did the same... and feel the same" She said as she blushed.
Tina felt a little pressure in her bladder. With the way her body works, she knew that in about 2 minutes her bladder would feel like it's going to explore, and an accident would be soon after. Her eyes wandered over to the sign that said "ladies" and wanted to sprint over there, but Krista was in the middle of asking everyone how they knew each other and Tina didn't want to run out in the middle of that conversation and embarrass herself on a date. She crossed her thick legs under the table and hoped the answers would be quick. Mark spoke up "well, Jason and I have been friends for a couple years now, and Krista and I met in class." Jason then turned to Krista "oh, are you in that meteorology class too? is it true what my friend told me, that Morgan literally peed her pants on a field trip, and just a month before that apparently the teaching assistant peed on herself in front of EVERYONE. Like that has to be just a bunch of rumors right?" Krista took in a deep breath, but figured she'd own it "ummm, soooo, I was the TA actually, and yep.. I had a little accident in class.. and then Morgan did a few weeks later... totally true." She told Jared as she pursed her lips together and gave an awkward up and down head nod. Jared felt very awkward not knowing Krista was in fact the notorious TA that peed her pants. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize, hey accidents happen though" He mumbled out to Krista. Meanwhile Tina's bladder rapidly filled up during the story, and she was tensing her thigh muscles with all her strength and tapping her foot. Tina felt a little bad that her date accidentally made the table uncomfortable and said to him "hey, maybe make it up to us and buy us a beer?" Jared jumped at the chance "absolutely" he said with a smile. With her bladder now in pain Tina saw this as a good time to hopefully run to the bathroom and keep her diaper dry. Krista knew her friend Tina so well she could tell just by looking at the way her thighs were wrapped around each other that she was on the verge of an accident. She knew she was about to spring to the bathroom and decided to join her. Krista said to Jared and Mark "Order me a Blue Moon. I'm going to head to the bathroom, so I don't have a repeat of last time." She said with a laugh. Tina said "I'll join you, order me one too." As Krista stood up, he noticed Jason give a very quick glance at her butt in those tight white pants and then look away. She got a little jealous, but didn't hold it against him, she knew it would be hard for any guy not to look. She just wished she could show off her butt like that and not hide it under an adult diaper and a long cardigan. Instead, as she shuffled out of the booth she felt her bladder give out and release. She tried to cut it off, but it was no use. She could feel her tape-on diaper start to fill with warm pee and swell for a couple seconds before she cut off the flow. She had practice keeping her composure in these situations and knew it was best to just slowly walk to the bathroom and try her best not to make a face. It wasn't a constant stream, instead her bladder released short intense bursts with each step as she walked to the bathroom. Her diaper getting warmer and heavier with each step until she pushed the door into the bathroom. There was only a single stall and Krista went inside first without asking. Tina hated that this was her situation, but knew she couldn't hold it, and simply just let go and released the rest of her bladder into her diaper, and went to touch up her make-up until Krista came out.
When Krista came out she said "So I actually think it's going ok, and Jason is super cute, don't you think?" Krista was a little shy when she said "oh yeah, he's super cute I really like him a lot." Krista could sense something was off though "is everything ok?" She asked Tina. Tina looked around and said quietly "no, he really is great and I like him, but I just had a little accident." Krista tried to not make a big deal of it "oh that's ok, no one will ever know, you have spares on you right?" Tina nodded her head and went into the stall. Peeling off her tight jeans and hanging them up, then taking off her tape off diaper, and taping on a new one while standing. When she walked out Krista was playing with her hair in the mirror. "all good?" Krista asked her. "yeah, we're all good" Tina replied, sprayed a spritz of perfume on, slid it back into her purse and they went to rejoin the boys.
The beers were waiting for them when they got back. "We also ordered a giant pretzel for the table" Mark said as the girls sat down. "Perfect" Tina said as she smiled at Jason "So what are you majoring in? you're a senior too right?" Jason said cheerfully "yeah, I'm a senior and majoring in Bio-chemical engineering" Tina seemed impressed "oooh, smarty pants are we?" She said playfully. Jason played coy "it's just the area I was interested in really, what are you majoring in?" Tina leaned in "I am a marketing major, which is boring compared to yours" Jason replied "no, not at all, that sounds really cool actually." The waitress came over with their giant pretzel, and as she set it down, the large cheese dip slipped off the tray and splattered all over Tina's sweater. "oh my gosh, I am so so so sorry" the server told her. Tina was exhaled, both embarrassed and annoyed "it, it's ok, it was an accident." The waitress felt terrible "Is there anything I can do to help, I can try to clean it for you in the back or?" Tina forced a smile "no it's ok really" she said as she started taking her sweater off. The server told the table "as an apology the pretzel is on the house, again I am so sorry, just let me know if I can do anything." As the server left Jason told Tina "well, at least it's warm out anyways." Tina tried to laugh but was really pissed about what happened and told him "well, that's something I guess."
The four of them carried on drinking, laughing and flirting for the next hour. Mark said to the girls "so, I was thinking we might go check out that new escape room they just opened up. Krista and Tina thought that sounded like fun. Krista said "sure, but we walked here from our apartment, could you guys give us a ride?" Mark smiled and told them "yeah, of course are you guys ready now?" Krista finished off her second beer "sure just let me run to the bathroom one more time." Tina didn't feel any pressure in her bladder, but knowing her history thought she would try to go to and keep her diaper dry. When Tina stood up, it was the first time she remembered why she wore the sweater in the first place, and worried that her butt was now in full view of her date while wearing tight jeans. She did a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to get out of view as fast at possible. While Krista was emptying her bladder from the two beers, Tina couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror. When Krista came out Tina instantly asked "tell me the truth how bad is it, you said you could tell earlier that I was wearing a, you know...?" Krista looked at her curvy backside in those tight jeans and reassured Tina "don't worry I PROMISE, the guys will not know you're wearing a diaper. Tina then lifted up her pink shirt and pulled her jeans down slightly "what do I do about the waistband, what if I bend over or something and it pops out." Krista thought for a second "can you tuck your shirt in?" Tina stuffed her shirt into her jeans and did a semi twirl "better?" she asked Krista. Krista said "better, honestly tucking your shirt in just gives you a more defined waist anyways, you look great, now let's just go have fun as the escape room." Tina looked at Krista "promise you can't tell?" Krista's honest opinion was that she could faintly tell her butt was puffier, but didn't think anyone else would notice and certainly didn't want to tell Tina that. Krista told her confidently "trust me, you're butt looks amazing I guarantee you Jason can't tell, and if he's staring, it's just because he thinks you're cute." Tina took a deep breath and nodded her head "ok, let me just try to pee first then and we can go." Despite the beers, Tina didn't feel the need to go though and wasn't able to push anything out. Despite peeing almost every hour, Tina's nerve damage made it difficult for her to go on cue, and despite the fact that her bladder was somewhat full she couldn't push it out." As she exited the stall she took one more look at her butt in the mirror before heading to the escape room.
Mark drove the four them in his small Toyota. Krista and Mark sat up front, while Jason and Tina sat in the back. Despite peeing just moments ago, that beer did a number on Krista, and she already started to feel just the faintest pinch in her bladder. In the back seat, as soon she buckled up Tina felt the urge to go "fuck" Tina thought to herself, but didn't want to ask to stop after going to the bathroom just moments ago. Tina she sat with her thighs clenched together and tried to distract herself. "So how far is this escape room?" Tina asked to no one in particular. Mark answered "it's not too bad just about 20 minutes away" Hearing the news Tina clenched her thighs together and prayed she could make it that long, but in just a few moments her bladder went from 'kinda needing to go' to on the verge of being painful. Krista crossed her legs as well, she felt a need to go, but it wasn't dire at the moment. "so I've never done an escape room" Tina said to Mark "how does it work?" Mark explained "so this is a super elaborate one. The theme is that each room is a different time period and you have to solve a puzzle or task in each room before moving onto the next one." As Mark was talking, Tina felt a wave of pressure build up in her bladder. She tapped her foot furiously, but she realized it was no use with her condition. She simply relaxed a little and her bladder fully gave out. For about 20 seconds Tina could do nothing but stare out the window as she felt her diaper fill up with warm pee beneath her and swell up. Thankfully the highway was somewhat noisy, because otherwise the boys might have heard her have an accident. Here she was, sitting next to a cute guy on a date in a wet diaper and an outfit that was not great at concealing extra bulk. She just hoped the accident didn't make her diaper swell too much and make it noticeable under her tight jeans.
When the group arrived at the escape room it was much larger than any escape room they had seen before, it was a huge building with a full bar, and a board that laid out several different courses. They were greeted by a pretty redhead in black yoga pants and a black polo with the company name on it "hey guys can I help you?" she greeted them warmly. Mark spoke up "yeah, we were interested in doing the XL escape room." The redhead said "good, you're timing is perfect. A group just finished up one of courses so I can book you guys for the 7:00 pm slot starting right now, would you like to follow me? Tina spoke up shyly "actually I could use a restroom before we start" The redhead told Tina "of course, there is a bathroom right over there, it's just a single stall so don't worry about it being men's or women's" The redhead then turned to the rest of the group "do the rest of you want to come with me to the bar area where I'll explain the rules." Krista was also in need of a bathroom pretty bad at this point, but felt embarrassed telling her date she needed to go again after just going at the bar, and against her better judgement went with them to the bar area. The redhead said "feel free to order a drink, and when she gets back I can go over the rules." Mark turned to Krista and said "do you want a beer?" Krista was worried about what yet another beer would do to her bladder, but didn't want to seem like a lightweight and smiled at Mark "I'd love one." The two boys went over to the bar and got four beers for the group.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Tina peeled off her tight jeans and hung them up, getting ready to change her already wet tape-on diaper. When she went into her purse though she realized it smelled like her perfume "fuuuuck" she whispered to herself as she realized that her perfume bottle didn't close and leaked all over everything in her bag. She took out her last remaining diaper and it reeked of perfume, and was soaking wet. "What the hell do I do now" She thought to herself, if she changed into that diaper she would smell like an entire bottle of perfume, and is already wetter than her current diaper. Tina couldn't cut the date short now, especially because it was going so well. She took a deep breathe in and thought "well, my diapers usually hold two wettings, I guess I'll be fine for a little while longer" and she pulled up her jeans and tucker in her shirt. She took a look at herself in the mirror, now that her diaper was wet her butt did seem a little bigger "god damn it, you can totally tell my butt looks weird" she thought to herself. But as Krista said, no one's first thought would be "diaper" if they saw her and convinced herself that no one would know.
When Tina joined the rest of the group, Jason handed her a beer "I guessed your order while you were away." Tina really didn't want to fill up her bladder more, but didn't want to be rude and said "oh perfect you are such a gentleman" and took a sip. The read then came up to the group "ok, guys have you ever been here before?" She asked, and everyone said they hadn't "ok, if you're familiar with an escape room, it's basically a series of puzzles of tasks you need to complete to get a key and get out of the room. This however is a little bigger and more involved, which is why we call it an XL escape room. There are three rooms you'll go through, and there are puzzles, but some may be a little more involved then what you see at other rooms. You can get a drink here at the bar and bring it with you as well. There are panic buttons in each room in case of an emergency, but if you press it you cannot come back in. And there is a two hour clock to complete all 3 rooms. Any questions?" Both Tina and Krista were thinking the same thing, they worried their weak bladders wouldn't last 2 hours without a chance of using the bathroom, but both wanted to be team players and not say anything. Krista spoke up, "yeah sounds like fun" The redhead lead the group down the hall to the first room, Krista desperately wanted to ask for the bathroom but felt very awkward stopping everyone again and just went along with everyone.
to be continued... |
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The group walked inside the first escape room, and were surprised by how large it was. It was themed like a ancient Roman archery range, with stacks of hay, a weapons rack, and four targets hanging above the door. "oh my gosh, this is so cool" said Krista as she walked in. The game was a nice distraction, but she was definitely feeling her bladder start to rapidly fill up. Tina took the whole room in "hmm, so what's the first clue?" Tina said to the group. Mark saw a bow in the corner with a piece of paper on it "hey guys, I think this is a clue. Mark started reading out loud "to find the arrow look to the loving god that has wings but is not a bird, has a a bow and arrow but is not Robin Hood, they may look like a baby but does not wear a diaper." Krista froze in her place and looked like a deer in the headlines when Mark read "diaper" as part of the clue. Jason had a puzzled smirk on his face "What? we have to find a god in a diaper? Mark corrected him "no a god baby NOT in a diaper" he said. Jason joked back "oh that makes more sense, so I DON'T have to go around looking for an adult diaper." Tina just stood in silence, moving her hands down to her butt, trying to reassure herself that nobody knows she's wearing a diaper. Krista shot Tina a look as to say "don't worry you're fine" as the boys talked, Krista then interjected "Oh cupid! duh. Isn't one of those small statues over there cupid?" Both the boys collectively said "ooooh" and Mark continued "damn, my date is smart" as they went to go check out the statue.
Krista looked at the statue for a second, then realized the base flipped open, and saw an arrow "got it!" she yelled out "what do I do now?" Tina tried to have fun with the group and forget about her wet diapered butt in tight jeans on full display without her sweater "oh, I think we need to shoot that target above the door with a bow." Krista grabbed the bow, but as she planted her feet and stopped, realized how full her bladder was. She had to concentrate to not stand there and do a potty dance in her front of her date. Mark said to Krista "have you ever shot one of those before?" Krista shook her head no and Mark continued "I've done it a couple times want some help?" Krista gave him a flirty little smile "show me" she said. Mark went behind Krista and held her hands and moved them on the bow "here your hands go here." Just then Krista felt a twinge in her bladder, she thrusted her hips back and lifted her knee up. Thankfully she didn't leak any into her green cotton panties or white jeans, but when she jerked around she accidentally grinded her butt onto Mark's crotch. Krista turned to him "sorry, I lost my footing I didn't mean to do that" she said embarrassed. Mark just smiled "I I, didn't mind" he said nervously, secretly loving the fact that he felt her toned ass presss against his body. Tina knew that awkward movement, and that her friend was getting desperate for a bathroom. Part of her was worried from her friend, another part of her was a little jealous,knowing that if she was in that situation she would be worried about Jason feeling her diaper beneathe her jeans. Mark continued to show Krista where to place her feet and hands then stepped back "ok let go" he said. As Krista fired the arrow it was a little weak, but stuck to the target. A large iron weapons cabinet that the group thought was just a prop then unlocked and became ajar after the target was hit. Krista brought the bow up and blew on it like a gun sarcastically "just comes naturally I guess." She said before giggling. Mark gave a little chuckle. Jason chimed in "oh cool, it must be a pressure sensor or something." He went to the weapons cabinet and saw it was several different parts to midevil weapons. Tina looked at the cabinet "I think we're supposed to try to assembly these or something?" Jason said "I think you're right, here let's move all the pieces out to get a better look at them." Tina grabbed a few pieces and brought them out to the room, bending over and sprawling them out. As Tina bent over Jason took a glance at her butt. For a second, he thought something looked a little off, and the bottom part of her butt looked a little puffy.
As Krista looked at the pieces on the floor, she had trouble standing as she felt a constant pressure in her bladder. She stood with her legs tightly crossed, swaying her hips side to gently, now a little worried she wouldn't be able to last for the two hours escape challege. The group of four all worked together for the next few minutes to assembly the pieces into a few different midevil weapons. "Done!" Mark called out as they finished. Krista forced a smile, but her bladder was now painful, and it took all her will to not shove her hands into her crotch. Tina looked around the room "so what now?" she asked the group. Mark looked around and noticed that the statues were all seemingly missing something from their hands. "I think they go with the statues, what if we place them with their right statue and see what happens?" Tina responded "look who the smarts pants is now" in a flirty way, now more and more infatuated with her date. The boys both grabbed a weapon. There was one more on the ground, Krista didn't want to grab it, just wanting to focus all her energy on her bladder and escape without embarrassing herself "god, do I need to push the panic button" Krista thought to herself "no, that's just as embarrassing, he already knows I wet myself in class, I can't run out after the first room. I'm sure if I distract myself I'll be fine, and if it gets really bad I'll press it" Krista thought. Tina took a look at Krista and could tell her bladder was bothering her by the way she was wiggling around. She grabbed the last piece herself and brought it to the statue. "oh cool, they're all magnetic!" Jason shouted out. Once the pieces were with their right statues, a trap door open up in the middle of the room. Jason thought about giving Tina a hug in the moment, but decided it wasn't time yet. Instead he put up his hands to give Tina a high five "nice job!" he said to her. Tina gave him a high five "look, that is probably the next piece of the puzzle. Tina walked over to the now open slot in floor. For a second, she forget she was wearing a diaper and was just happy to have fun and flirt with her date. She got on her knees and over to look in the trap door, and saw a key at the bottom of it "it's a key, I got it!" she shouted. When she reached in to grab it, her shirt got untucked from her jeans. Jason' eyes looked down at Tina's curvy backside, and saw the the poofy white waistband of her diaper sticking out an inch over the top of her jeans. (like this https://postimg.cc/YG9PCr4K ) His eyes went wide and he thought to himself "That can't be a diaper right? holy shit I think it might be." But he didn't know for sure, and certaintly didn't want to embarrass Tina and bring it up to her, and just shifted his eyes away quickly. When Tina stood back up, she realized her shirt got untucked. She frantically shoved it back into her jeans "oh god, oh god, he didn't see anything, he didn't see anything" She said to herself, praying that this isn't the way Jason learns she has incontinence. Tina saw Jason looking away, while Mark and Krista wre looking towards the door "ok, I'm in the clear I think" she thought to herself." Jason tried to get the fact that he just saw he diaper out of his head "does ma' lady want to do the honors" he said gesturing to the door. Tina rolled her eyes 'you are such a dork" she said and playfully touched his arm. As Tina unlocked the door, Krista felt a wave of pressure overtake her. She slammed her thighs shut and puther palms on her thighs, trying to fight back the pressure. Thankfully she was able to keep any pee from coming out, but knew that she wouldn't be able to last too much longer after all those beers.
The next room they entered was a haunted looking library from the 1800's with walls of books, and sliding ladders to reach them all. There were also 4 paintings of famous authors on the walls, all seemingly looking off to the side. When Krista entered she started scanning the room for the panic button, worried that she would have another accident. But the date was going so well and everyone was having fun, so she was hesitant to press it unless absolutely necessary. Tina looked at the room "ok, I'll be honest, I'm lost on this one" she said. Jason said, "well it probably has something to do with those paintings." Krista stood with her legs tightly crossed and said calmly "maybe we should look for the books with all of those authors?" Mark said 'oh, that's a good idea. How about me and Krista take Charles Dickens, and you guys take another one?" Mark then turned to Krista "it looks like Dickens is high up there, do you want to get on the ladder and I'll push?" Krista was nervous that the movement on the ladder would and the inability to cross her legs would make her now painful bladder situation worse "no, I actually have a little fear of heights.." She said with a head tilt, but was actually not at all afraid of heights. Mark replied with a smile "that's actually kinda cute, don't worry, I'll go up there and you can push me around." Krista gestured for him to get up the ladder. As Mark stepped up, Krista crossed her legs tightly and bent over, putting a lot of weight on the ladder. Her bladder was screaming, but the position at least helped for now. "okay" Krista thought to herself, "after this next phase I'll have to run to the bathroom."
Meanwhile, Tina started climbing a ladder on the other side of the room. She said to Jason "OK, Edgar Allen Poe, I think it's on the top shelf." As she started climbing the ladder, she realized she was giving Jason a perfect view of her ass in a wet diaper under tight jeans, and began to worry, but at this point it was too late to do anything about it. God how she hated that server for spilling on her sweater earlier. Jason shouted "any luck?" Tina called down "give me a second, I'm looking." While on the ladder, Tina started to feel the need to pee "oh god, not now, not again" she thought to herself. Her diaper was already wet, and was terrified of another accident and a possible leak. She figured her best best to escape without embarrassing herself was to do her best to not wet anymore, and if she did just hope her diaper would hold up.
Meanwhile, Krista was at the bottom of her ladder waiting for Mark to find it. She was still bent over slightly with her legs crossed when she felt a wave of pressure overtake her. Krista held her breath and clenched her muscles, but felt just the tiniest pee drop escape her, dampening her panties before she could cut if off. Krista learned her lesson before, there was no way she was going to have another accident in front of Mark. She called up "hey Mark, could you come down for a second." Mark was a little confused "ugh, yeah, I guess" and started making his way down. Krista tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered "this is a little embarrassing but I really need to use the bathroom and think I may need to dip out." Mark felt bad for Krista and tried to be sympathetic "yeah, when you gotta go, you gotta go" he said, feeling kind of like an idiot for saying that. Krista forced a smile "thanks" she said, and made very short steps to the red panic button, and pressed it.
Mark was standing next to her as the redhead opened the door "hey guys, you know the rules, if you leave now you can't come back." Krista turned to Mark and said "sorry, it's an emergency" And then took quick steps to the bathroom. Mark followed her out the door. After closing the door behind her she felt another little spurt of pee rush out of her, damping her panties even more. She froze in her tracks and slammed both hands down to her crotch, cutting off the flow. Krista turned around with a beet red face, realizing Mark saw the whole thing. Krista took very small, quick steps and just high-tailed it to the bathroom. She flung open the cubicle door, and yanked down her tight white pants and panties in one motion before releasing a torrent into the bowl. After a minute of relief, Krista looked at her panties "god damn it" she thought to herself realizing her underwear was wet again. She took off her pants, then her panties and set them on the floor before she pulled her jeans up. She quickly threw her panties in the trash then looked in the mirror. From the front she seemed ok and didn't have any stains. She turned around and there was a pea sized stain on her pants, making her jeans transparent. "fuck" she thought to herself "well it could be worse." And grabbed some paper towels and tried to dry herself off.
While this was happening, Tina frantically searched for the book, but couldn't find it. She called down to Jason, forcing an awkward smile "could you slide me over?" Jason started pushing the ladder "of course your majesty" He said sarcastically. As the ladder shifted she could feel her bladder rapidly filling up. As usual, her bladder went from fine to ready to explode in just a matter of seconds. "fuck, fuck fuck" Tina thought to herself "not now, not when my date is staring directly at my ass" Tina just searched for the book "got it" she called out as she spotted it a little above her reach. Tina lifted her arm up, and as she did, her shirt got untucked from her jeans, revealing the waistband of her diaper. Tina didn't even think about the fact that he waistband was exposed, she was focused on her bladder, which decided to fail then and there. Tina closed her eyes and winced, as she started peeing full force. She could feel her already wet diaper start to warm fill with warm pee and become even heavier. She grabbed the book and started climbing down the ladder. On the way down she felt something wet on her leg. Tina's heart dropped as she realized her diaper leaked out the sides (like this https://postimg.cc/bGLMPDw9). As she climbed down, the wetness spread as she continued to empty her bladder. Jason was looking up and saw two large wet stains halfway to her knees on either side of her butt. (like this postimg.cc/4mtSdF3d )She didn't even look down to see how bad it was, afraid of what the answer would be. When she got down the ladder, Jason looked at her crotch, then looked away. Tina looked down too and felt completely defeated when she realized her diaper also leaked in the front, creating a pee stain on one of her thighs the size of an oval dinner plate (like this https://postimg.cc/WFC5pMLg ) . To make it even worse, her shirt was untucked, and the waistband of her diaper was peaking above her jeans. Jason glanced at her jeans again, and looked away without saying anything. Tina was humiliated and her face turned beet red. She stammered out a sad and somewhat angrily "what? what is it?" Jason looked down at Tina's pants again and said quietly "umm, nothing, it's just, umm, are you wearing a diaper?" Tina couldn't look Jason in the eye and said "so, I have some bladder control issues and have urinary incontinence. And my incontinence product clearly didn't hold up." She said gesturing down to her wet pants. Jason quietly said "hey, that's ok, it's really, it's cool." Tina finally looked Jason in the eye "yeah, wetting your adult diaper in front of your date is SUPER cool" she said with biting sarcasm. Jason stammered out "no, not cool, but really it's ok. It's a medical thing, and you're still super cute I mean, other than the last 60 seconds I've had an amazing time with you." Tina looked at him sheepishly and muttered "thank you, me too" Jason held out his arms for a hug. Tina wrapped her arms around him, while sticking her butt out "where did Krista and Mark go?" She asked Jason replied "I think Krista hit the panic button to go to the bathroom." Tina broke off the hug "well, I better go clean this mess up too" Tina turned to the door and bit her lip, and stood there awkwardly. Jason asked "are you ok?" Tina tucked her hair behind her ear "it's just, I don't want people seeing I, you know." Jason looked at her sympathetically "it's ok, I'll walk behind you, go grab some paper towels and clean up, and I'll take you home." Tina nodded her head and walked to the bathroom.
When Tina entered Krista was at the sink. Krista turned around and took a look at Tina's jeans "oh sweetie" she said with a pout. Tina had tears starting to form in her eyes as she went to the bathroom stall. All she had was the perfumed soaked diaper, she weighed her options, and decided that she would be fine going commando for the drive back home, she did just empty her bladder. Tina pulled her jeans back on, dabbed at them with some toilet paper to dry them the best she could and walked out of the stall. Krista looked at her "you doing ok?" she said. Tina replied "yeah, but what the hell am I going to tell Mark?" Krista told Tina "just say nothing, I don't think he'll ask a direct question or anything. Also, how did Jason take your.. you know?" Tina half smiled "he was actually really sweet and hugged me." Krista smiled at her friend "well, sounds like you found a keeper." Krista continued "do you want to know a secret.. I had a little leak to, I threw out my panties and look, I have this tiny stain here." Tina looked at Krista "pretty soon you'll need to wear a diaper too.. don't worry, no one will see that stain though. Krista continued "Do you want me to talk to Mark about what happened" Tina replied "maybe, I mean I barely know him, and he's going to see my jeans are wet." Krista smiled "no problem.
Krista put a hand on Mark's shoulder and whispered "hey, I need to tell you something a little awkward." Mark was confused "ok? what is it" he said perplex. Krista whispered in his ear "My friend Tina has some bladder control issues and wears adult diapers, and she had a little accident. So when she comes out just try not to embarrass her too much." Mark's eyes went wide "what? are you being serious?" Krista pursed her lips together and nodded. Mark whispered "sorry, yeah of course, that sucks for her though. Has she always had that problem?" Krista whispered "yeah, I think she's had problems her whole life. We've been roommates since freshman year so I sort of had to know, you know?" Krista considered telling Mark that she was a bedwetter as well, but didn't feel like it was time yet and was still embarrassed about it. Krista just kissed him on the cheek and leaned into him. Mark asked "what was that for?" Krista said sweetly "because I wanted to." Mark moved his hand to the small of her back, then down to her butt. Krista giggled "checking if I'm wearing one too" Mark smiled "nope, just wanted to.. and with those pants I don't think you'd hide it very well. Krista and Mark giggled and waited for Tina.
When Tina came out of the bathroom, Mark looked away, while Jason came up to her and put an arm around her. Tina laid her head on his shoulder as they walked out together. Jason whispered "you doing ok" Tina whispered back "I'll be ok, just embarrassed." They all drove back to their apartment in quiet and awkward ride home.
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It was late afternoon, nearly evening and the poor girl did not wee since the evening before, she was needing to go so bad since so many hours.
”I can’t stand it any longer! Let me wee now.”Said Sue, pressed one hand between her thighs and squatted down.
”Just a little bit longer, you can do it, you are our holding heroine, you are our bladder queen, you can hold it!
Strip your clothes and show us your big, sexy bladder in your sexy girl belly!” Was one boy begging.
”You can’t imagine how much it is turning us on to watch you holding. Nothing can be more arousing for us than to see you need to wee so very, very bad.”Said the other boy.
Both boys were standing with a big bone hard, visible dick in their short’s.
“It hurts so much, but okay, I’ll try my very best for a little longer .” Answered Sue.
“But no sex!” She said before she stripped her clothes except to her little, panties, which were still dry.
Although that all three were horny, the boys had to agree, no sex.
Unbelievable how much the girls belly was swollen, how much her bladder was visible bulging out from her lower abdomen.
Sue was laying with her back on the sofa and the boys could not resist to touch that ball in her belly , full with hot girl wee.
Her bladder was pregnant and bulging out from her abdomen so much, that the belly skin was visible stretched over her bladder.
The boys could no more press or push on the girls bladder, they just caressed it.
They could feel that it was hard as a rock and they did admire Sue her for her strong sphincter which was able to withstand so much pressure.
It must be the training from holding her wee day by day all day long at school, said a boy.
It is unbelievable, abnormal and perverse that the boys gets aroused so much horniness from the girls need to wee and from to see her suffer. Bad that they enjoy so much to see her fight against her strong urge and her painful need to wee.
To see her bladder hard and big as a pumpkin, to know that this horny thing in her belly is full since yesterday evening, made the boys want to torture it !
They started to massage her bladder, they pressed softly on this pee ball until Sue whined from needing to wee so horrendous.
“ I can’t bear up any longer, i go now!” Said Sue and wanted to get up.
One of the boys did take her by her hand and did not let her get up.
”What would happen if you would be in a crowd, at a place where you absolutely could not go and you would need to wee that bad as now, would you pee in your panties, or would you be able to hold it longer?” He asked her.
”I don’t know, i only know that it is already unbearable and that i HAVE to go now!” Answered the girl.
”One glass water and a half an hour longer.” Said the other boy.
Although Sue was already in agony of torment, she agreed.
Her belly was swollen, her bladder was bulging from hipbone to hipbone and up to her navel.
The boys could not believe that a girl bladder could become that big and they could not imagine that a girl could be able to fill her bladder that full and to endure so much pain.
Sue could not imagine that as well until now and did count the minutes until she gets released and until she could finally let her wee out.
A girl is made to hold and to wait, said the boys some hours ago, but a girl is not made to hold her wee for 22 hours!! Thought Sue to herself.
She was squirming and moaning all the time. She had one hand inside her panties and pressed one finger hard against her pee hole.
The boys would have loved to help her, a finger in the girls wet slit, pressed hard against her little hole where so much urine is forcing to come out for so long, would have been great.
After the time was over, they had to let her go.
Sue did try to get up, but could not stand upright anymore, she was bending over and she had to cross her legs wonderful, sexy legs. She lifted on leg and crossed one knee over the other, she had one hand inside her panties and squatted down.
She was just a few meters away from the toilet, but she could not move without to pee. She did try her best to calm down and to collect all her power to be able to move and to walk a few steps to the bathroom.
After she did some steps changed her panties from white to dark yellow between her thighs and some drops of wee were running down on her naked legs.
She stopped again for to squat and she was able to hold it in that way.
Until she was at the bathroom, that happened two more times. Her panties were pretty wet, but her poor bladder still full to burst.
After all, she was sitting on the toilet bowl , her panties down under her knees, it was bursting out of her loud sputtering and with a loud hissing sound.
The boys were watching her for longer than one minute and were rubbing their boners in front of her.
As Sue was ready, she was getting up and wanted to pull up her wet panties.
„You should wash your pissed panties before you put it on again !“said one boy, pulled her panties down over her legs. He could feel the wetness of the girl wee in his hand and he could smell the strong smelly of the urine, what the girl was holding back for so long. Then he did give it in the washbasin full with warm water.
The girl was totally naked now, the boys stripped their clothes too and against their agreement they wanted sex with her, they wanted to fuck her and Sue did let them do it.
TWO boys fucked ONE girl like crazy!
Two cock’s, but only one cunt!!
The girl was getting fucked so hard, her bladder and her young slit did never get strained so much before in her life, but all of them could not get enough. All three were in agony from being horny for so long.
The did stay for one more hour in the bed, before they did get up.
Sue did dry her panties with a hairdryer and did put it on.
“Did you ever get fucked with you bladder very, very full?“ asked one boy.
„No.“ answered Sue.
“Then we should try that next time!!!“ said the boy. |
This will be quite a different arrangement of stories. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to write these characters in a modern-ish fantasy setting, or in a D&D-esque medieval fantasy setting.
So I decided to do both. This topic will contain the stories I've written about my character Seoli in a modern-fantasy setting. When I get around to posting the other story, it will be in a different topic labeled "SIDE B", which I will link here.
The Side B D&D-ish medieval fantasy stories can be found here.
PART 1: Bingewatching
It had been several hours since Seoli had sat down to watch that show that morning. Binge-watch, in fact. For the past six hours, she had been lying on her bed, belly-down and casting a glassy gaze at her computer screen in the dark, and lazily wagging her fox-like tail back and forth. The entire first season of this magical girl anime had finished, its credits scrolling by.
Snapping out of her trance and shaking her head, Seoli rolled over onto her back and rubbed her icy blue eyes. Yawning, she swung her legs over the side of her bed. She was intending to switch over to the next season, but she felt a pressure in her stomach.
“Auuugh, not now, it was getting good!” Seoli grumbled to herself, “I didn’t have that much to drink...”
Dropping down onto the floor, she heard and felt the crinkling of an aluminum can being crushed underfoot. Peering downward, she found her purple-socked foot stepping upon one of five tall, empty cans of an energy drink she had carelessly tossed aside earlier.
“Oh… I guess I did,” she sheepishly muttered to herself.
Straightening her blue knee-length skirt, she stepped to the door to her room. Turning the knob, she was bombarded with midday sunlight from the window in the hall. Seoli groaned and shielded her eyes with her arm.
Stumbling to the bathroom, she found the entrance closed. She attempted to turn the handle, but felt the rattle of the lock in place. Sighing, Seoli knocked on the door.
“Busy in here,” said a tough voice from inside. It was her sister, Iseul.
“Iseul, you almost done in there? I really gotta go,” Seoli explained.
“Just got in here, nerd. Give me like ten minutes.”
“Fiiine,” Seoli whined, biting her lip.
She made her way to the living room, forcefully sitting down on the sofa and crossing her ankles. The rest of the house was quiet. ‘Dad’s probably still at work, and mom is probably in the backyard’, she thought.
Ten agonizingly boring minutes passed as she kept her gaze focused upon the hallway. No sign of Iseul coming out yet. Nonetheless, she stood back on her feet and walked back to the bathroom door. Still shut.
“Are you done in there yet?” Seoli inquired.
“Not yet,” Iseul answered.
Seoli loudly groaned in frustration as she made her way back to the living room and began to play the waiting game once more. Ten more minutes passed, and nothing. Seoli placed a hand between her legs, pressing into her skirt.
Another ten, and still no open bathroom.
And so on until nearly an hour had passed since Seoli began her venture out of her room. Her bladder was getting painful to hold and she tightly pressed her knees together. Desperate and angry, she hobbled out to the backyard, where her mother was tending to a flower garden. A sun hat covered her mother’s fox-like ears, but her long, straight, white hair spilled out the back. Her blue shirt and slacks were shielded by a thick apron.
Seoli called out, “moooom!”
“Yes, dear?” she replied.
“Iseul’s been in the bathroom for, like, an hour,” Seoli complained, “I really, really need to go, and she won’t get out.”
Standing up, Seoli’s mother removed her gardening gloves and dropped them into the flower bed.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Please hurry,” Seoli whimpered and fidgeted.
Her mother marched her way inside and towards the bathroom. Seoli followed slowly, both hands pressed firmly between her legs.
Banging firmly on the door, “Iseul,” she yelled, “are you almost done in there? Your sister needs to use the bathroom.”
“Just a minute, mom!” the voice called back.
Seoli bounced uncomfortably in place for less than a minute before darting off back to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. Rushing over to her bed, she knelt down beside it, hastily rummaging through the contents beneath with a single hand.
“Come on, where is it?” she squeaked, desperately groping around the darkness.
Her hand came across a plastic wrapping. Grabbing onto it with vice-like grip, she yanked out a pastel-colored package. A pack of toilet-training undergarments, patterned with pink stars. A remnant of a bedwetting problem a couple years back. She’d kept the panties ‘for emergencies’, and boy was this ever one.
Ripping a pair of the underwear from the pack, Seoli practically tore her modest purple undies off, kicking them onto her bed, and just as quickly hoisting the protective garments up.
Just as the underwear was secure around her waist, she could hold on no longer. Her bladder gave out, her warm waters forcing its way out of her body and into the absorbent padding. Seoli let out a shuddering sigh as relief filled her being. Her knees trembled as she slowly removed her hands from her groin.
Tears rolled down her face, half from the sheer ecstasy from finally letting go, half of embarrassment from having technically peed herself.
A few minutes passed before the flow finally subsided. There was a knock at her bedroom door.
“Seoli, honey, are you alright in there?” the voice of her mother rang from the other side, “Do… Do you need help, um, ‘cleaning up’?”
After a long silence, Seoli responded, “I’m… fine.”
She flopped back-first onto her bed and slunk her way below the covers. The warm padding was pressing itself against her, but she didn’t care. Seoli just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about this embarrassing situation.
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PART 2: Later That Night...
Yaaaaaawn...
Seoli slowly opened her eyes and was met with pitch blackness, though her eyes had already adjusted during her rest. She turned her head to look at the digital clock set on her nightstand, its red light piercing through the darkness. 1:07 AM.
She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes with one arm and stretching the other. As she leaned forward to stretch both arms ahead, she felt something cold press up against her skin around the waist. “Gnhh?!” Seoli uttered a confused but nondescript sound as she quickly cast her blanket aside and reached over to turn her lamp on. She winced slightly as the light assailed her night-adapted eyes, looking down at herself to find that she was still wearing her skirt and sweatshirt in bed.
Swiveling off of the bed to stand up, Seoli could feel that odd, cold, and now decidedly clammy sensation at her waist, accompanied by the feeling of thicker-than-usual undergarments. Distressed, Seoli dropped her skirt to the floor and rushed to the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, accidentally knocking around the empty energy drink cans she’d left earlier.
Flicking the light switch to get a better view, she lifted the hem of her sweatshirt, exposing her underwear in the mirror. The front of the pink toilet-training pants were tinged a fair shade of yellow, and whatever shapes and patterns it had were completely faded. Seoli grit her teeth at the sight.
“Oh, right...” she whispered to herself as she covered her red-flushed face with a hand, “that happened...”
Seoli let out a small groan as she threw her head back in frustration.
“Might as well take this off in the bathroom so I don’t drip anything anywhere,” she mumbled to herself, “unless Iseul’s still in there, then I dunno, maybe I’ll leave it on her bed.”
She chuckled slightly as she made her way over to her dresser, opening the top drawer and grabbing the first pair of underwear she could find, not even bothering to look. With the cotton garment in hand, she opened the door into the darkened halls of the house, the light from her room poorly illuminating anywhere else.
Thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t too far from her bedroom. And better yet, Seoli could just barely make out that the door was open. Unoccupied, finally. Flipping the switch from the outside, she turned on the lights in the bathroom before slipping in herself, carefully closing the door behind her.
The room seemed the same as it normally was. Whatever Iseul was doing earlier, there was no trace of it left behind. Either she suddenly became interested in thoroughly cleaning up after herself, or she was only in here to keep Seoli out. Again. Seoli rolled her eyes in irritation.
Setting her change of panties on the closed lid of the toilet, she noticed that the random pair she took were a pastel yellow in color. ‘Are you freaking kidding me?’ she thought.
“Let’s get this over with...”
Seoli peeled the waistband of the training pants from her body, pulling them down to her knees, where she let gravity take over. The undergarments made a rather nasty wet splat as they plopped onto the floor. Amazingly, they seemed to have completely absorbed Seoli’s accident.
“Eugh...” she groaned, tossing the training pants into the bathroom’s wastebasket using her foot.
After a quick rinse in the shower to wash away any yellow stains that may have attached themselves to her porcelain-pale skin, and a visit to the toilet to relieve herself of the urine her caffeine-infused body produced during her “nap”, Seoli redressed, begrudgingly pulling on the yellow panties she’d inadvertently taken from her drawers.
As she left the bathroom to return to her bed, Seoli was interrupted by a grumbling in her gut. Right. She had just slept most of the day, and no doubt missed dinner. There wouldn’t be any harm in a little midnight snack, she thought as she made her way to the kitchen.
With only the light of the refrigerator, she fumbled around for a bowl of sugary cereal. As spoonful after spoonful of cereal crunched in her mouth, Seoli leaned against the counter, bowl in hand, and lost herself in thought. Her mother would likely want to discuss her little accident in the morning, and no doubt Iseul would use it to torment her. But her biggest worry was how her friends would react if they found out. Or worse, the whole school. That such a laid-back prankster had an accident like a little kid?
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she downed the sugar-infused milk left in the bowl. As she rinsed out the dish in the sink, she also grabbed a glass from a cabinet, filling it with the tap water and gulping that down as well with a satisfied ‘aahh...’
Slinking back to her bedroom, she flipped the lights back off and climbed back into her bed, laying atop her blankets and staring up at the ceiling. Despite the energy drinks and hours of sleep she’d already gotten, Seoli felt herself grow tired once again. Sliding beneath the covers, she felt her worries melt away as she drifted to sleep once more.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Seoli was awoken by the sudden, loud digital beeping of her bedside clock’s alarm. Fumbling around with her eyes half-opened, she slapped her hand down on the top of the device, silencing the noisy piece of junk – temporarily at least.
Wiping drool off of her mouth, Seoli sat up in bed. Strangely, she felt... cold? As she brought her legs closer to sit cross-legged on the bed, she felt a cold, wet sensation as her feet dragged across the sheets. A horrified gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening in shock as she cast off her blankets, revealing a rather large wet stain around the center of her pastel bedsheets.
“Damn it, no, no, no!” she swore at herself under her breath, “H-how did I...?”
She quickly swept her legs over the side of the bed and rose to a stand and staring down in disbelief at both the stain on the bed and the wetness around the bottom of her sweatshirt. Even her bushy, fox-like tail had gotten somewhat damp from her accident, the fur clumping together. Seoli recoiled in disgust.
Knock, knock, knock came a rapping from her closed door. Seoli yelped in surprise as the sound snapped her out of her distraught stupor.
“Seoli, are you awake?” called the soothing voice of her mother from the other side.
“Y-yeah, mom!” Seoli stuttered back, “But, um, don’t come in! I’m... Indecent...?”
After a brief moment of silence, her mother responded, “Alright, just making sure you’re getting ready for school.”
Seoli sighed in relief as she heard her mother’s footfalls recede. Looking back at her alarm clock, she was greeted by the numbers 7:46 AM. Only fifteen minutes until school started. Luckily, it was only a short walk away from the house. But unfortunately this meant she didn’t have time to discreetly take care of her soiled sheets.
Carefully, she made her bed, to make it look as though she hadn’t slept on it at all. Removing her sweatshirt and underwear, she placed them atop the stain before moving the covers in place.
Walking to her dresser, she grabbed a pair of pastel purple panties and slid them on, followed by a blue, knee-length pleated skirt. With her favorite sweatshirt currently unwearable, she would need to find a different top to wear... Ah, yes, the short-sleeved sailor top. Though the school had abolished its uniform requirement, Seoli nonetheless kept the outfit. She did think she looked rather good in it, after all. Not to mention how much it reminded her of her favorite anime.
The top was a slightly darker shade of blue than her skirt, giving a mismatched look, but Seoli didn’t care, nor have the time to care. Pulling the top on over her violet undershirt, which had miraculously managed to stay dry, she would finish her attire with a pair of knee-length violet socks and her trusty blue running shoes.
Swiftly, she grabbed her azure schoolbag from off the floor, slinging one strap over her shoulder. Making her way through the halls of her home, she swung the front door open while giving a short wave to her mother. Thankfully, Iseul was nowhere in sight. She appeared to have left earlier. Once outside, she took a moment to give a deep sigh before trudging her way down the sidewalk. |
This somewhat silly scene is closely based on a dream I had last month where a story I wrote was magically acted out before my eyes. I couldn't think of a good title.
The nubile young servant walked toward her appointment with great trepidation. In a rarely-used room in the oldest part of the castle she found a deteriorating yet functional door which led to an even more neglected place. She had to test each stair with one foot before shifting her weight because many stones had come loose with age. Others were badly broken or completely missing. She had to stretch, creep, and hop to get from one safe footing to another. The spoiled state of the spiral staircase wasn't the only reason she went down so slowly. She dreaded what awaited her at the bottom.
The queen suspected the servant had slept with the king, and the younger woman couldn't deny the charge. The look on her face had said it all. He was the best she'd ever had, which wasn't a heroic feat considering her previous partners had been a few peasant boys and a monk she'd tempted out of celibacy. The queen had instructed her to discuss the matter privately in the lower keep, mentioning that the door would be unlocked. The look on the older woman's face had suggested this meeting wouldn't be a conversation, but rather a fight to the death.
The brief confrontation had also told her the queen knew another one of her secrets. Like many people in this kingdom, the servant was a monster, though not one of the more powerful ones. Her inhuman bodily compressions and contortions allowed her to wriggle in and out of places when no one was looking thanks to the many gaps, holes, and shafts located throughout the castle. The lower keep had been her very own secret hiding place, owing to the fact that the heavy rusted door had been locked for ages. It seemed to be forgotten by everyone besides the slithy monster, but evidently the queen knew of her sojourns to this long-overlooked room and possessed the key to unlock it.
Her limbs were unsteady and her entrails were unsettled, but she commanded her body to reach the appointed place. She found the door at the bottom of the stairway open. The space beyond was dark, cold, and quiet as a tomb.
The lower level was one big empty room. Whatever was once kept there had been moved out long ago, leaving only a scattering of rotten wood and rusted metal. The walls were bare stone, decorated only with cobwebs. In the center she found the queen standing as proud and still as an ancient statue.
The queen was much older than the king's illicit lover, but possessed a mature elegance that outshined the other woman's youthful beauty. She had a triangular face with rounded cheeks, angled eyebrows, and small yet cushiony lips. Her perfectly coifed auburn hair was topped with a crown covered in smooth crimson gems and sharp golden prongs. Her broad yet shapely figure was mostly concealed beneath ornate red and gold royal raiment. She looked strangely formal, posing in full regalia in the middle of the dingy grey room. Only her golden-brown eyes moved as she sized up the adulteress.
She saw a meek-looking brunette in a white toga with a mouth hanging half-open and a bosom constantly throbbing as a trembling hand reached for a small dagger concealed among the straps of a leather sandal.
"Tell me, servant girl, are you more concerned with preparations for physical conflict than the protocols of your station? Do you think the situation so dangerous you must dispense with the bows and words of address to your queen in order to draw your weapon and brace your body for combat? Aren't you afraid I'll chastise you for such a breach of etiquette?"
The young woman remained silent, knowing the frail-voiced and inarticulate responses she could give in this situation would only show her weakness compared to the sonorous and calmly collected words of the queen. Instead she brandished her dagger and let her human disguise melt away. She had fangs and blue skin, but didn't look much more fearsome, and certainly didn't look much less fearful.
That fear was multiplied when the older woman revealed her own monster form. Her russet locks became green stalks with spiky pincers at the ends that snapped like frenzied serpents. Her enormous ornamental sleeves were filled with writhing green tendrils. Larger appendages like python tails spilled out from under her dress. Only the face of her façade was retained, and so the horrors of her natural countenance remained hidden behind the magical mask of a peach-skinned hazel-eyed lady.
The queen's powers of disguise were so great that various inanimate objects on her person transformed when she pulled back the veil of illusion. Her scepter was a sturdy mace, the ornament on the front of her belt was a set of thumb-screws, the purse hanging to the side was a coiled length of rope, and her necklace was a bone-saw. The servant's fear was doubled again when she saw these implements and thought about what she could do to her with them.
The great green monster's many sinuous limbs allowed her to glide along the uneven stone floor as if it were ice, backing the petite blue beast into the only corner of the keep she couldn't weasel out of. She lost grip of her dagger and her bowels. The queen was closing in on her and unwinding the rope when she suddenly stopped.
"Did you soil yourself?"
The young monster who was paralyzed with fear was now stricken with embarrassment as well, making her cheeks turn a deep blue. She eventually managed a nod in response.
"Spread your legs and plant your feet."
The servant did as she was told, and in a moment two monstrous feelers were holding up the layers of fabric covering her lower body while several more ran up and down her legs and made little tugs on her underwear. Even more horrid despite the appearance of humanity were the queen's eyes, which alternated between examining the servant's body and glaring straight at her face. The older woman's austere visage was transformed by a fiendish closed-mouthed smile when she saw the bulge hanging behind the inner thighs.
"Now turn around."
When the servant obeyed the queen was further delighted by the full sight of the undergarment's befoulment. The near-solid bar of excrement hung pendulously in the seat of the young woman's underwear, its liquid component staining the white cloth brown. Its rearward protrusion was still discernible when the feelers released the fabric and let the clothing hang normally.
"Face me."
When the servant turned around the queen was human again. She resumed her own disguise, but was powerless to change the appearance or odor of her garments.
"Our duel is done. You may return to your quarters. I will accompany you and correct you if you stray from the chosen route."
The relieved yet embarrassed woman awkwardly toddled across the empty room, the wobbling weight in her underwear terribly blatant. The queen followed far behind and kept smiling while the younger woman waddled up the steps toward further humiliation upstairs. |
Apologies for the absence. Like i've said, Internship's been keeping me busy. I should be done sometime in july. Also,i know i've said in my status that i was planning to do a DK story after this. But i've decided to put that on hold for now,cause i have a few other suggestions i want to get to.
Anyways. As you can tell by the title,i'm doing another Salmon Run themed story. for the 3rd time. How fitting. And this time it stars a group of idols instead of a random inkling/Octoling. And during Big Run too.
Funny thing is, i was planning to make two seperate stories. One for just Deep Cut and one about Salmon Run. But then the Big Runs happened and after the second one i thought. "Fuck it, i'm going to combine the two themes."
Alright, enough with the explanations. Hope you enjoy the story!
“Man, I knew Salmonids were relentless. But this is just…” Shiver said as she stared out of the helicopter. The sky was Red, the cloud formed several rings. To the Lay-cephalopod it might’ve looked like the apocalypse. And in a way; it was.
As of last week, Grizzco. Industries had officially declared a Big Run. Hundreds of Salmonids were making their way though Splatsville and Inkopolis, destroying anything in their path. And this was the Second Big run in the span of just a few months. The Book of Madai led her to believe that this was one of those events that only happened every 100 years or so.
The first time they specifically targeted Wahoo World and now they’re targeting Inkblot Art Academy.
“They pick the weirdest spots to invade too. Like, Inkblot Art academy? Really? Can Salmonids even get a degree?”
Shiver turned to her partner, Frye. The Yellow colored inkling was sitting there, Forgoing her usual “Anarchy Splatcast” duds in favor of the New standard Grizzco Uniform. Shiver was dressed in one of those too and she was amongst the Inklings and Octolings would readily admit that these clothes weren’t exactly the freshest in Splatsville. But she understood that it was more about practicality than style when it came to Grizzco work.
“Attention Workers! We are approaching our destination!” Mr. Grizz said over the helicopter Radio.
“Ay,Ay?.....(Hey, where did they get that radio exactly? And who do you think is running the company now?)” The 3rd member of Deep Cut said. They all turned to the giant Manta Ray inspecting the new radio. Unlike his two partners, Big Man was only wearing the helmet as Grizzco didn’t have any Manta-sized uniforms.
“Yeah! it didn’t always look like that, did it?” Frye asked.
“Focus you two. We have a job to do and we gotta do it right!” Shiver said as she grabbed her Weapon.
“Yeah! Time to show these Salmonids how we do things here in Splatsville!.....Shame I couldn’t bring my eels around.” Frye said as she eyed her Splatana.
“Ay? (They’re helping defend the rest of Splatsville along with Master Mega, right?)” Big Man asked.
“Yup, So we gotta use weapons this time. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve used this.” Shiver said with a smile as she aimed her Tri-Stringer around.
“I’m not complaining! I’ve been dying to show off what squids of the Onaga Clan are made off!” Frye said.
“Yeah, with how many Ink-Well Chillers you’ve been chugging down, I can believe that…” Shiver said.
“Hey, I need all the ink I can get if I’m gonna teach these Salmonids who’s boss!” Frye said.
“The answer is me. I’m the boss…” Mr. Grizz said over the radio. “Prepare to disembark!”
The members of Deep Cut got up and waited for the Helicopter door to open. They looked down and saw their destination. Inkblot Art Academy. Frye and Shiver turned into their Squid and Octopus forms respectively and Super Jumped to the center of the Academy.
“Watch out, Salmonids! The eel deal is here!” Frye said as she began swinging her Splatana and covering as much ground as she could with her ink.
Shiver carefully observed the area and saw several gushers spewing ink upwards.
“Yup, they’re here…” Shiver said to herself. She exhaled from her now.
“Cod, We just HAD to leave right after the broadcast…” Shiver said as she rubbed her thighs together. In the time it took for the helicopter to travel from the Splatlsville to Inkopolis, Shiver had become all to aware of her every growing need to…Empty her ink tank. Following the emergency broadcast, Shiver didn’t have any time to make a quick trip to the Octoling’s room. Not when everyone in the building was scrambling to get out. One of her attempts to head to the bathroom was immediately halted by a bunch of other staff member urging her to evacuate.
The restrooms at Grizzco were denied from her too. Cause much like in the studio, Inklings and Octolings alike were all scrambling to get to the helicopters and that rendered Shiver unable to sneak away for a pit stop.
The result was Shiver now having to deal with her bladder urging her to perform a different kind of evacuation.
“Ay? (You good,Shiver?)” Big Man asked.
“Yeah, just taking a second to brace myself.” Shiver said,Gripping her stringer.
“Ay? (Are you nervous?)”
“What? No! I’m not scared of those Pinkfish! I can assure you we’re gonna splat the shell out of them!” Shiver said.
“Well, we’ll certainly have a lot of Splatting to do…Look over there!” Frye said as she pointed at one of the gushers. Several Chums and Cohocks were jumping out of them and lumbering towards the trio.
“Heh…You lip sinch. We drip ink!” Shiver said proudly.
“Ay! (Shiver,Frye and Big Man!)” Big Man cheered.
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“Argh! Can someone take out that flyfish! It’s throwing my balance off!” Frye complained.
“Ay! (On it!)” Big man shouted as he tossed a Splat Bomb into the Fly Fish’s launchers.
Shiver tossed a few Golden Eggs into the basket and then swam away. Aiming and firing from her Tri-Stringer at Every Salmonid the came across.
She danced around her ink, making her way towards the next Boss Salmonid that would surrender it’s Golden eggs. The Shark Tamer stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a lure sticking out of the Salmonid Ink. She backflipped and avoided getting caught in the Maws of….well, a Maws.
Upon landing, she felt a sharp pain going through her body. Ignoring it, She stood there and waited patiently for the lure to come to her again. Once it was below her, she jumped away and left a Splat Bomb behind for the Maws. The Boss Salmonid ate the bomb and exploded, leaving behind 3 Golden Eggs.
“Ha! I’m already familiar with such techniques thanks to Master Mega. Shiver said as she pulled out her fan and posed with it. She then gritted her teeth and fanned herself. So far the first way of enemies was going pretty smoothly. But every few minutes, she could feel a familiar twinge with every step.
She was on an Academy Campus. And Academies had plenty of toilets. And yet she couldn’t go through with it for a few reasons.
The main reason: the coddamn Salmonids were invading the Academy. She had to protect her group and the other inklings. And while she had no doubt that the other two members of Deep Cut could defend themselves, They would certainly notice her absence. And she did not want to tell them “Hey, I know were in the middle of fighting off a bunch of salmonids, but I need to leave and take a piss.”
Not to mention that with the Salmonids overrunning the Academy, Even if she could sneak off to relieve herself there was also the chance that a stray Salmonid could jump her while she was on the can.
So her only option now was to hold it until she could get some breathing room from the Salmonids. And Salmonids didn’t seem to know what a "breathing room" was.
“THIS WAY!” Frye shouted. Shiver broke out of her thoughts and followed her partner. Stopped dead in her tracks when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Though, this time it wasn’t because of her bladder. But because she got stuck by a Stinger Salmonid. The Octoling quickly turned into her octopus form and swam out of the Stingers way. She took a moment to lean against the wall and regain her composure. She knew hiding behind a wall was useless since the Stinger’s attack could phase through walls. She continued moving, baring her sharp shark-like teeth as she advanced. The pain from the stingray subsided, But she still wasn’t free from the twinge of her bladder.
She charged up her Tri-Stringer and fired at any Lesser Salmonid approaching her. But soon a familiar reticle appeared below her feet. She jumped out of the way and barely managed to avoid getting splatted by the rockets of a Flyfish. She kept running and splatting any salmonid that try to take a swing at her while the Flyfish continued its relentless assault.
“Can someone please take that devilfish down? Seriously!” Shiver shouted. Those were always the salmonids that everyone wanted gone but nobody wanted to take out.
“Ay! (On it!)” Big Man said as he charged through the salmonid ink. He did not have a weapon and instead relied on his set of bombs and his Manta abilities. You might call it cheating during a regular shift, but seeing as this was anything but a regular shift, she doubted they’d hear any complains from Mr. Grizz.
The Flyfish stopped firing and gave Shiver a second to stop. She crossed her legs and locked around. There was no spot in the entire campus that didn’t have a salmonid in it.
She briefly contemplated popping a squat where she was standing and taking care of it there before it got any worse….
“OW!” Shiver said as she stumbled forward. She turned around and saw a few Smallfry swarming around her and trying to take swings at her. Shiver jumped and fired down, Splatting the little Salmonids instantly.
“How do I keep letting my guard down around those. Why couldn’t they be docile like that little buddy in Alterna?” Shiver said as she brushed her hand against where the Smallfry had struck.
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“*Ha! They were no match for us!” Frye said as she bounced up and down.
“Ay? (You know we’re not done yet, right?) ” Big Man asked. Shiver laid down next to the egg basked and crossed her legs while bouncing one up and down.
She was breathing in and out, trying her hardest to focus and ignore her increasingly aching bladder.
“Yo! Shiver! What’s biting at ya?” Frye asked as she continued to jump up and down.
“Huh?” Shiver broke away from her focus and eyed her teammates.
“Ay? (Are you feeling okay?)” Big Man asked.
“Of course! Even the meanest of sharks needs to rest a little.” Shiver said.
“Well, try not to get TOO chill. I think I see the next bunch of salmonids coming.” Frye said as she stopped bouncing and held her Splatana in front of her.
Shiver got up, gritting her teeth at the stronger twinge she felt.
“You can do this shiver. Sharks don’t have to worry about peeing while they’re on the hunt!” Shiver said with a grin. But then another thought hit her.
“Then again…sharks have the entire ocean to do it.” Shiver said to herself.
“AY?! (Are those….GLOWFLIES?!)” Big Man shouted. With just that one sentence, Shiver’s heart sunk.
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“Back! Back all of you! Back I said!” Frye said as she wildly swung her Splatana around.
“Ay! (We still need those golden eggs!)” Big Man said. Shiver went in and grabbed whatever eggs she could while moving out of the way of the raging Chum's stampede. The Glowflies were circling around Frye and that meant the Chums were specifically targeting her. Big Man and Shiver did what they could to keep the Salmonids at bay, but eventually the Glowflies began circling around Shiver.
“Huh? Oh, no no no! Not like this!” Shiver whispered as she crossed her legs. Almost immediately every Chum in the vicinity began chasing after her. So shiver did the only thing the could think of. She transformed into a squid and began swimming up a wall. The Salmonids barreled towards the wall and tried their hardest to strike down the Glowfly encased Octoling.
“Hang in there, Shiver!” Frye and Big Man said as they began striking down the Chum and harvesting whatever Eggs they could get out of the swarm.
Meanwhile, Shiver was not exactly having a good time.
“Ahh…Ahh! Ahh…Ohh….Hurry up…” Shiver whimpered while in her Octopus form. The pain she felt from her bladder seemed to have tripled after she turned into her octopus form. And transforming back into a humanoid meant, falling off the wall and getting splatted by the blood(Ink?) thirsty salmonids trying to get to her right now. So she had endure the pain surging through her entire small body right now.
“Ahh! Ohh…Ahh,It’s times like this where I wish….ahh….i could bring Master Mega with me….” Shiver kept moaning, feeling like her body was about to explode. Thankfully, Salvation came. The Glowflies soon disappeared and began circling around Big Man. Now with a little more room to breathe, She dropped of the wall and turned back into her humanoid form. The very second she did, she closed her legs and jammed her hands between them. Waiting for the pain in her body to subside. And it did….everywhere except her abdomen.
“Oh man…I don’t know how I managed that….” Shiver said to herself.
“AAAAAAY!? (CAN I HAVE SOME HELP HERE?!)” Big Man said as he hastily swam away from the Salmonids barreling towards him. Shiver got up and winced. Before she created a path of ink and ran towards Big Man. It would’ve been faster for her to turn into her Octo form, But she did not want to experience that sharp pain through her body again.
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A sharp exhale escaped Shiver’s beak, as she leaned against the Egg Basket. Her hands were against the ropes and her upper body was bent forward as she rubbed her thighs together. Two waves later and her need to go had grown considerably with no way to relieve herself in sight. The salmonids were currently gone. But Shiver was very much familiar with how Salmonid waves worked. You only got about 10 seconds before the next wave would come in. Maybe an extra tree if they REALLY needed to prepare.
“Shiver! Try to keep the dances rated E, yeah?” Frye said as she hoped from on foot to the other. She had been doing that for a while now.
“Oh, I was just…stretching.” Shiver said with a blush as she stood straight up. Understanding the position she was in right now.
“Ay! (I think I see a griller heading this way!)” Big Man said. Sure enough, A red dot appeared on Shiver’s forehead. A telltale sign that a Griller was on the move ready to chase them down. Shiver groaned and tried to look for higher ground. Hopefully her teammates could take care of the school of Smallfy following the griller.
Frye began swinging her Splatana wildly like she had been doing the first two waves. She truck the tail of the griller and began wailing on it’s weak point with all her might. She gritted her teeth and was sweating buckets. The tamer of Eels was pushing her body to it’s limits right now to fend off the salmonids.
*SPLAT*
The griller exploded, allowing Frye to take a moment to relax.
“AH!” Frye said as she recoiled. Her moment having been interrupted by a stray Smallfry that had struck her. She stepped back and crossed her legs before swatting the stray Salmonid with her Splatana.
“Little jerk!” Frye shouted with her legs crossed. She looked around with one of her hands on her groin. Shiver hadn’t been the only one fighting her bladder while fighting Salmonids. Frye had been dealing with the consequences of drinking too many cups of Ink-Well Chillers since they got out of the helicopter. The constant pressure lead to her losing her focus several times and one too many close calls. Both in terms of getting splatted and in terms of her involuntarily creating a gusher of her own.
“Ooohh….It’s gonna come out…I gotta go soon!” Frye said to herself.
“FRYE! BEHIND YOU!” Shiver shouted. Frye’s eyes widened as she heard the sound of a griller closing in on her. She turned around and her heart sunk. She fell on her back as a griller was closing in on her, when It suddenly stopped dead in it’s tracks and began spinning around wildly. Exposing several weak spots in the process. Soon the Griller exploded and dropped several golden eggs.
“Gah….stay on your toes, Frye!” Shiver said. Frye got up and eyed her partner. She looked visibly strained as well.
“Must be exhausted. Heh, I guess she really is off her game today.” Frye said with a smirk before her smugness was cut short with another twinge.
“Oh,gotta go! GOTTA GO!” She whispered as she hoped from one foot the other in the same way she had done through the waves.
“Ay,Ay! (Alright! We took them down and we’ve met our Quota!)” Big Man cheered.
“W-Woohoo!” Shiver said with strained smile. That’s when Frye bumped into her and ran away. Shiver bent over and crossed her legs, sending a glare at her partner.
“Frye! What’s the big idea?!”
“Sorry! Can one of you keep watch?! I can’t hold it anymore!” Frye shouted.
“Wha?” Shiver asked in confusion. Her confusion transitioning to shock as she saw Frye hastily unbuttoning several of the buckles on her Grizzco uniform.
“Oh! It’s coming out! It’s coming out!” Frye whimpered as she dropped her vest and pulled down her jump suit. Revealing a yellow tank top she normally wore under her shawl and a lack of pants.
“H-Hey?! What are you doing?!” Shiver asked. Frye didn’t respond, But she quickly got an answer as Frye stepped out of her Jump Suit and bent over with her hands on her knees.
A stream of urine jetted out of her urethra as she leaned against the wall for support.
“HAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh………Oh, Sweet relief!” Frye moaned loudly. Shiver’s eyes widened and Big Man was in shock. Both idols quickly facing away from the scene that had presented itself. Big Man slowly backed away towards Frye. Using his big body to preserve whatever he could of Frye’s modesty. But there was no preserving the noises that were coming out of Frye, Which had reached Shiver’s ears.
“Oh! Oh! Why now, frye?!” Shiver said as she crossed her legs and clutched her fingers. It was amazing and shocking just how openly Frye was doing it. The sight of that, urging her to join her partner and do the same. But Shiver wasn’t about to do that. No matter how loudly her bladder was signaling her right now.
There were 3 waves and they had just finished the 3rd. All she had to do was jump back at the helicopter, wait for Grizzco to take them back to the HQ. And then she can use her break to relieve herself in the safety of-
EMERGENCY!!! EMERGENCY!!! EMERGENCY!!!
A loud alarm began blaring in the background. Shiver groaned and started bouncing up and down. That alarm could only mean one thing. A giant Salmonid rose out of the water and roared at the group. The surprisingly scary scream causing Shiver to jump.
“EEP!”
She jammed her hands between her legs and to her horror, she felt a wet spot in her panties. And to add to that horror, the Salmonid in question as the recently sighted new King Salmonid: The Horrorboros.
“Haaah…that’s better.” Frye said as she stood up, seemingly unconcerned with the fact any salmonid within the vicinity could’ve seen her naked lower body if it wasn’t for Big Man covering her.
“Ay? (Are you done back there?)” Big Man asked.
“Yup! I’m good. Cod, I really needed that." She said said as she began putting her uniform back on. As she was doing so, she had to do a double take as she saw what she was up against. She then eyed her partner, who was standing there shifting uncomfortably. Now that she got a closer look, it almost looked like she needed to….ohh…
“Well, that explains the trained posture from earlier. She’s usually much more focused. Frye said.
EMERGENCY!!!! EMERGENCY!!!
“Yeah, I’m having an emergency of my own right now!!!” Shiver silently cursed to the alarm.
Frye ran up to her partner and pointed at where she was standing earlier.
“Shiver, You can just go over there if you need to go. I’m sure Big Man won’t mind taking cover for a bit longer.” Frye said. Shiver eyed the King Salmonid hovering towards them.
“While that thing is around?! SHELL NO! PEDAL TO THE MEGALODON!” Shiver said with a forced smile as she charged towards the King Salmonid. Frye just watched as she scratched her head.
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“Ahh!.....Oh,I’m at my limit….” Shiver said as she took cover. The Horrorboros continued to toss it’s bombs across the campus while Frye and Big Man fired at it and fent off any stray Salmonids.
Shiver looked around and shifted her weight around before she noticed a familiar lure right under her.
“EEP!”
She jumped out of the may and narrowly avoided getting splatted by a Maws. The Maws dove back into the water and chased the Shark tamer again.
“No! No! NO!” Shiver said as she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. Just then, Big Man jumped in and grabbed while leaving behind a bomb for the Maws to snack on. The Maws exploded and left behind 3 Golden Eggs. Frye swam up to the Golden Eggs and used as Ammo for her Egg Cannon.
“Shiver! Just go!” Frye urged her.
“But..But….ahhh!” Shiver said as she crossed her legs. She breathed in and out but she was unable to focus on anything but the dam that was threatening to break lose.
“Ay! Ay! (I’ll take cover! You don’t need to be ashamed!)” Big Man said.
Shiver rubbed her tights together while looking at Frye.
“Don’t worry about me! I’ll fend off whatever Salmonid comes this way just-“
The Horrorboros let out a loud screech that once again caught Deep Cut of guard. Shiver clutched her crotch and bent over. Another spurt escaped. One that was gonna turn into a puddle in her pants if she didn’t take care of it now.
Without saying a word, Shiver fumbled with her uniform. Big Man and Frye took the hint and did what they were self-assigned themselves to do. Shiver pulled down the Jumpsuit and blushed. Exposing her sarashi and her panties. She stepped out of the uniform and pulled down her panties while squatting. She hesitated for a few seconds before her bladder made the choice for her.
A powerful spurt of ink violently splattered against the ink below and created a puddle. Shiver bit her lip, trying to restrain herself from making any noises that could give away her location. But with her bladder now shrinking and ejecting several waves worth of stress, she couldn’t resist letting out a loud moan. One that Big Man thankfully didn’t comment on.
She almost fell over, But her hands landed on the floor below and she used those to keep herself balanced. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Relishing in the feeling of euphoria. Big Man remained still and used his fins to keep his partner out of view, All while Frye fended of the Salmonids and took shots at the Horrorboros whenever she could.
The Horrorboros let out a roar and began flying away. Around this time, Shiver’s stream was finally beginning to die down until only a couple of spurts came out.
“Uhh….by any chance, did you happen to bring any paper with you? Like a tissue?” Shiver asked with a nervous smile.
“Ay? Ay. (Why would you need paper, All you did was pee…)” Big man asked.
A few seconds of silence followed.
“Ay….Ay.... (Oh…wait, I forgot. Female inklings and octolings…Er, nevermind.)” Big Man said nervously as he looked away from the visibly embarrassed Shiver. She pulled her panties up and put her uniform back on. Frye approached her and put her Splatana away.
“So uhh…Bad news. The King Salmonid got away.” Frye said as she looked back.
“Ehh, I’m sure another group of inklings and octolings will take care of it…” Shiver said. The trio looked around as they heard to sound of a Helicopter caught their attention.
“I’m sure that must’ve been terrifying with how much you guys were hiding down there…But thanks for trying anyway.” Mr. Grizz said over the intercom. Frye just whistled while Shiver grabbed her fan and covered her face with it.
“But hey, At least you got a lot of Golden Eggs and got rid of all the Salmonids in this area.” Mr. Grizz said. The Helicopter door opened and the trio slowly approached it.
“But there are still several Salmonids scattered about that we need to take care of. So hurry up and get in here. Helicopter fuel isn’t free.” Mr. Grizz said. Deep Cut looked and each other and smiled.
“You lip-synch. We drip ink!” Shiver boasted.
“…..Oooor, well.... In this case. We dripped p-“ Shiver quickly wacked Frye in the face with her fan. Eliciting a giggle from the Eel tamer.
“A-Ay? (Umm…Shiver, Frye and Big Man?)” Big Man boasted. The trio scratched their heads at the awkward attempt at their signature intro before shrugging and jumping back into the Helicopter. |
It was a rainy day in Maretime Bay, actually, I was quite stormy. No pony would be out of their minds enough to go out on a day like this. Hitch Trailblazer thought that this would be a perfect day to catch up on cleaning, it's been so long since the last time he cleaned his bathroom.
Hitch's deputy, Sprout Cloverleaf, didn't have the same outlook on the situation. The red stallion instead decided to use the day to be a bit of a lazy tail and lay around all day drinking a fridge full of juice boxes.
Little did Hitch know, there would be two storms that night.
It wasn't long until the juice boxes got the best of Sprout. On his 10th box, he felt a sudden pressure in his lower regions, he decided to walk to the bathroom to quickly take care of it but was met with the sound of Hitches intense scrubbing. Of course he was still cleaning!
Sprout was too embarrassed to knock and ask to use the bathroom so he decided to go back and continue what he was doing, albeit, a bit more cautiously. He continued slurping down his juice boxes, trying to not forget that in fact, he needed to use the toilet and this wasn't helping.
The red stallions need only grew worse. He started to cross his legs and tapped his hooves as he waited for Hitch to get out of the bathroom. He walked over to the door again and put his ear against it, Hitches scrub scrub scrubbing could still be heard. How long does it take to clean a bathroom?
Sprout unhappily returned to his seat, deciding now that he didn't need anymore juice boxes. Just staring at those empty containers made the pressure in his bladder all the more apparent. The red stallion's situation went from uncomfortable to desperate, he could now safely say that he needed to pee, and badly.
Hitches cleaning of the only bathroom continued and Sprout's desperation to use said bathroom to pee in the toilet continued at a faster rate. Sprout could no longer sit now, it was harder to hold it in that way. He got up and clenched the front of his pants and made a face. If anypony were to be onlooking now, they would know 100% that Sprout needs to go, and badly.
Sprouts potty dances started to become more frantic, and many thoughts filled his mind. How much longer? Where can I go? Why can't there be two bathrooms in this station, I mean everypony needs them right? His desperation grew past his embarrassment from earlier, so he decided to try his luck and knock on the bathroom door.
“Hitch, I know you are in there! Please open up, I need to pee!” Sprout reluctantly said, a blush quickly swept across his face.
“Not now Sprout, I'm cleaning the toilet!” Hitch replied, and immediately went back to his scrubbing.
“But I really really need to go!” The desperate stallion replied beyond the door.
“Hold it!” Hitch yelled back.
This reply did not make Sprout happy. I mean, he'd been holding it already for so long! Didn't Hitch know that he needed to pee very badly?! What does he want me to do, wet myself?! That last thought that crossed his mind sent a certain feeling down through his body. Oh yeah, I could just wet myself.
Sprout slowed his potty dances down as he contemplated this possibility. The idea of giving up waiting for the toilet and just wetting himself felt like such a tempting option. The thought of it made Sprout feel plenty of different feelings. Embarrassment, happiness, relief …horniness.
The red stallion could no longer contain himself, he clenched his hoof from the front of his pants and spread his legs. RIght then and there, in front of the bathroom door, he let the floodgates open. The area around his private region began to darken, and that darkness fell lower down to his legs, and soon enough, a trickle of Sprouts urine poured onto the floor.
The trickle continued as Sprouts pants grew more damp and a noticeable yellow hued puddle began to cover the floor. The relieved stallion couldn't help but moan as his urine continued to flow to the floor. The relief sent shivers down Sprouts spine.
The puddle at Sprouts hooves grew to it's largest size as his bathroomless bathroom break came to an end. Standing in this large puddles wearing soaked pants made the red stallion feel a very certain feeling he didn't normally feel.
Sprout sat down onto the floor, any dry area of his pants now soaking up the urine puddle. His stallionhood grew and hardened, leaving a noticeable bulge in Sprouts urine-soaked pants.
A smile spread across his face, rubbing the front side of his pants. He no longer cared about the bathroom or Hitch, this feeling was taking over.
"Hey Sprout the toilet… is clean." Hitches jaw nearly dropped at the sight before him, he couldn't help but blush noticing the puddle of urine, and even more noticeably, sprouts erection.
"I really had to go~" The wet stallion said.
"You sure did~" Hitch said with a hard blush on his face, he started to feel a certain feeling too, a certain feeling he didn't even try to hold back. Hitch dropped what he was holding and sat on the floor next to sprout, not at all caring about his now-wet butt.
"I'm a really naughty stallion, aren't i~" Sprout said, hoof on his pants.
"Yes you are Sprout~" Hitch layed a hoof on his stomach and gilded it down his chest.
The two stallions' lips touched as they leaned in for a kiss. Hitch slid down Sprouts pants and Sprout proceeded to do the same to Hitch. This was the beginning of a magic night for them. |
Michelle and Lizzie were both college juniors at their local college. Michelle was a shorter girl with dark brown hair. On this particular Thursday, she was dressed casually for classes, wearing black leggings and a blue T-shirt. She had been best friends with Lizzie since they had met during their freshman year. Lizzie had opted to wear white jean shorts and a grey hoodie over a cute lavender blouse -- an outfit that accentuated her long, toned legs. Lizzie was on the tennis team as well as a dance team, and frequently worked out. She was also a consistent honour student and paid close attention to all her classes, having never missed the dean's list thanks to her studious tendencies. She also attracted a lot of looks from many of the guys on campus, and was pretty popular overall. Michelle wasn't nearly as popular, but despite this, the two of them nearly always stuck together. They went to the same parties, registered for the same classes, and hung out with the same people all the time.
On this particular day, they had gone to a restaurant on campus for lunch, and they had each had a large soda. Lizzie, being the health-conscious girl she was, had also drank an entire Hydro Flask worth of water earlier in the morning. Michelle had also had quite a bit to drink, although not nearly as much as Lizzie. She had finished a coffee earlier in the day to stay awake, as well as most of a disposable water bottle. After lunch, the pair had back-to-back classes, each over an hour long. Because the campus dining area was rather far from the classroom buildings, they were not able to run to the bathroom after eating. Instead, they made the long walk across campus and up the stairs to the third-floor lecture hall, barely making it on time for their computer science class.
Not being able to go to the bathroom didn't seem like a huge deal to Michelle at first. But after 40 minutes passed through a lecture that she found somewhat boring, Michelle noticed her bladder filling while listening to the professor drone on about the finer points of binary search trees. It made her slightly uncomfortable in her seat, but not enough to make her react verbally. She knew how much Lizzie would get annoyed if she was distracted from her class, so Michelle resolved herself to quietly hold her pee until the end of class and then go to the bathroom in between lectures.
Damn, I really have to pee, Michelle thought to herself after another 20 minutes. She was now starting to feel a pretty real urge as the coffee and soda worked their way through her system. The constant pressure of the waistband of her form-fitting leggings didn't help much either, since it dug into her liquid-filled bladder. She stifled a grimace as she pressed her thighs together, determined to not disturb Lizzie too much. Fortunately, the crotch of her leggings was pushed up against her own crotch, applying much-needed pressure to Michelle's exit as her growing need took up increasingly much of her attention. She grabbed at herself, her left hand pushing more on her crotch while her right hand was occupied trying to take some notes on her iPad. The distraction of her bladder proved to take up most of her mental capacity, though, and her scribbles looked more or less unintelligible.
Unbeknownst to Michelle, Lizzie was feeling a similar way, though she would never admit it. Almost a litre of water was making her way through her body from earlier in the day, and she had been sipping on her refilled water bottle out of reflex throughout the class. She could feel her bladder pulsing under her shorts. Unlike Michelle, Lizzie would never do something like hold her crotch with her hand, trying to not reveal her growing need to everyone around her lest it make her the subject of gossip. Instead, she opted to simply loosen her belt a bit, hoping that would slightly relieve the pressure on her bladder while she tried to transcribe what the professor said. The pee definitely was having an effect on her as well, and she started to fidget a little bit towards the last five minutes of the lecture.
During these last few minutes, Michelle was seriously starting to feel something in her bladder. She put the iPad away, knowing that she needed to get out of the auditorium as quickly as was possible. As the professor was wrapping up the lecture, a sudden wave of desperation hit her. A spurt of pee dripped out of her urethra, soaking her beige cotton panties and even leaving a small spot on her black leggings. Fortunately, said spot was more or less invisible to anyone who wasn't looking closely, since the fabric was quite dark already. Shit!, Michelle thought to herself. I've got to get to the bathroom fast! Unfortunately for her, she had contend not only with the walk to the bathroom, but the fact that Lizzie hadn't packed up at all. The next couple minutes were excruciating, as she watched Lizzie put notebooks and pens away into her bag.
The pair then walked to their next class -- a history seminar, where the classroom was only a short walk down the hallway. As much as her bladder hurt, Michelle followed Lizzie to the next class first, where they set down their bags and took their seats. Since very few people were in the room, Lizzie took the opportunity to hold her bladder a bit more conspicuously, shaking her legs up and down in an effort to relieve the pressure that had been building up over the last hour. This motion did not go unnoticed by Michelle, who was glad to find out that Lizzie also seemed to need a bathroom, giving her an opportunity to maybe get some relief.
"Hey, I'm going to go to the bathroom if that's okay", Michelle announced.
"Can you wait for me? I need to go too", Lizzie replied. She was unpacking her notebook and pencil case from her bag. She was glad to have the opportunity to go to the bathroom with a friend, rather than risk having people in the hallways see her make a desperate dash to the toilets all alone.
"Sure, but it's kind of urgent..." Michelle's voice trailed off as another wave of desperation hit her. Why can't Lizzie just hurry up?! she thought, as her bladder contracted again and a few more drops of pee made their way into her panties. She rapidly contracted her sphincter, letting out an audible gasp at the fact that she had once again leaked.
"Okay, let's go!" Michelle's focus was broken by Lizzie's cheerful affirmation, and the pair set out down the hallway to the bathroom by the stairwell. When they got there, they saw a very unfortunate sight: blue tape was covering the doors.
"Shit, I forgot they were doing renovations here. Guess we'll need to go to the bathrooms downstairs," Michelle exclaimed disappointedly. She almost bolted into the stairwell as her desperation once again reached another peak, her bladder threatening to let its contents loose at any moment. Lizzie had no choice but to follow, but trying to follow up Michelle's sudden motion also caused her to leak a little bit into her light purple panties, creating a bit of a dark spot as she started to run down the stairs. Fortunately for her, none of the pee escaped its cotton barrier, though she knew that it meant she didn't have long to get to a toilet before the worst happened.
Michelle and Lizzie rushed down the stairs, quickly pushing their way into the second floor women's room. When they entered, they saw three stalls, two of which were locked with girls already inside. One of them sounded like she had just started peeing, and the other one had a pair of leggings and some panties on the ground. She must be changing, Lizzie thought. Michelle didn't even allow herself this time to think, as she rushed into the last open stall and slammed the door shut. She didn't even bother locking the door, as she wanted her release as soon as possible.
"Michelle, I really have to go!", Lizzie yelled, not caring anymore about who heard her. Her bladder was starting to spasm again, as a one-second spurt came out, darkening her white jean shorts and causing a few drops of pee to roll down her inner thighs. She dug both her hands into her crotch again, trying to hold on for as long as possible. This can't be happening, Lizzie thought to herself. I'm so close, I can't just fail now!
"Sorry!", Michelle replied, knowing that she was just as desperate to use the toilet, if not more so. As she scrambled into the stall, she yanked her leggings down, not caring that they were getting slightly stuck on her lower thighs. She sat on the toilet, trying desperately to pull her panties down as her urethra gave way and her stream started, shotgunning slightly golden pee in various directions away from her opening. She managed to pull her panties off, pushing them into the crotch of her leggings, but this motion also forced her to lean forward, causing her stream to point outward. Urine arced through the air, droplets landing all over Michelle's black spandex, as she let out a satisfied sigh knowing that she had made it to the bathroom -- while not really caring where her pee went.
It was the splash of pee against tile that brought Michelle out of her reverie, realizing that whatever she was letting out was not actually going into the toilet, but instead all over the floor, the toilet seat, and her own leggings. She tried to stop her stream in vain, while she also adjusted her position to get the remainder of her pee into the toilet. The damage was done, however, as the upper part of her leggings were quite damp and the bottom of her panties were also soaked with her clear fluid. She peed for another solid half minute as the beverages she had drank earlier in the day made their way out of her, enjoying the feeling of relief as her bladder was finally allowed to relax.
Outside the stall, Lizzie was fighting her own battle. Her bladder was getting ever closer to giving way, as another spurt shot out of her crotch into her shorts. She kept trying to hang on in what looked to be a losing battle, while noticing the noises being made by everyone in the stalls. The girl in the rightmost stall was still sitting there and had let loose a fart earlier. She must be pooping, Lizzie thought. The middle stall girl was still changing, and didn't seem like she would be done for a while. That left the leftmost stall. Michelle's stall.
Lizzie heard the constant splatter of pee against the tile stop, and thought for a moment that it meant Michelle was finally done with her pee. Of course, this was nowhere close to the truth, as Michelle's stream restarted, forcing Lizzie to listen to the torturous hiss of pee against porcelain knowing that the end of Michelle's stream was the only hope for her own to not go into her clothes. Lizzie doubled over and started pee dancing, while the contents of her bladder crept ever closer to her exit.
"Michelle! Hurry up!" she yelled, hoping that it would get Michelle to wipe herself faster and leave. Michelle rapidly pulled toilet paper and wiped off her vulva, but then noticed the state of her leggings and panties.
"It's going to be a minute!" Michelle replied.
"I can't wait that long!"
"You're going to have to hold it!"
"Please, let me in! I really need to go!"
Michelle, realizing that she had forgotten to lock the stall door, understood that she was in no position to block her best friend's relief whether she wanted to or not. She hurriedly pulled up her leggings and panties, though not all the way so as to not feel the cold wetness against her crotch. As she opened the door and tried to slip out of the stall, Lizzie came crashing in. She had managed to undo her button and belt during the prior exchange, and was totally ready to get her relief when disaster struck. Lizzie's Converse shoe slipped on a bit of the pee Michelle had left behind. As she lost her footing temporarily, she panicked, trying to put herself in a position where she wouldn't fall into the bathroom floor. "Ah!", she involuntarily yelped as she tried to find somewhere else to step that would keep her standing.
Lizzie, in this chaos, had only one thing on her mind -- to find a place to pee. Once she had slipped, her mind entirely turned to not falling into her friend's puddle, and forgot about her hold. That was all of the prompting her bladder needed to start sending its contents out of her vulva and into the world, which happened to be her purple panties and white jean shorts. Lizzie stood there, frozen, as she barely managed to regain control of her bladder. Tragically for her, the pee had now descended to a point where any motion would cause its release. Being 4 feet away from the toilet, Lizzie did the one action that would seal her fate. She took a step forward.
"It's coming out!" Lizzie shrieked as she stepped forward, her legs now slightly apart. The loss of pressure on her exit caused hot clear pee to start cascading out of her and onto the floor, where it mixed with Michelle's golden drops to form a growing puddle that spread both to the bathroom wall and into the adjacent stall, where it got onto the clothes of the girl changing. Lizzie could not have cared less about this, as she was frozen by the fact that she was having an accident in the middle of the day at age 20. Out of reflex, she covered her crotch with her hands, which only had the effect of catching some of the pee and spreading it onto even more of her jean shorts as she soaked herself. By the time her stream finished, there was a large wet spot over her round butt, and some of this pee had even managed to get onto the back of her hoodie. Her crotch area was also completely soaked. She turned around to leave the stall to see Michelle, who was staring aghast at the fact that her best friend had completely lost control of her pee and had a massive accident in front of her.
Michelle still hadn't fully covered up her butt, having not pulled up her leggings yet. She tried in vain to clean herself off with some paper towels, while Lizzie grabbed some toilet paper, knowing full well that there would be no way to soak up all that she had released into her clothes.
"So, what do we do now?" Michelle asked.
"Well, we still have history seminar, and attendance is required there," Lizzie replied dejectedly. The two of them walked to their class and returned to their dorm afterward, knowing that everyone would soon find out about the massive accident that Lizzie had in the second-story girls' bathroom.
Note: this was my first time trying to write fiction! I appreciate any feedback 🙂 |
Hello, long (long!)-time lurker, first time writer. This originally just came out of an alternate ending I suddenly made one night purely for my own enjoyment. Then I thought, well that was exciting, what if I just started a whole new thing fresh...? And was inspired (by my dick, I imagine) to churn this out. Please excuse any odd formatting. Hopefully I can edit things if need be, this is my first real post here, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Anyway, Please enjoy!
All credit goes to Kasey (https://www.omorashi.org/profile/223054-kasey/)
for the original work:
This is basically a fanfiction-y spiritual sequel. Not really authorized in any way, hopefully you don't mind, I really enjoyed the original story!
"Parker's Second Ultrasound"
Unfortunately, despite my best efforts at clever schedule arrangement, Parker was my second-to-last patient that day, weeks later.
“Parker! Come on in,” He got up from his seat in the waiting room and entered, already seeming much more in control than the last time I'd seen him. There was a pinkness coloring his cheeks, but I suspected it was more embarrassment at seeing me again than from expending effort. Hands were calm enough at his sides, he walked almost casually, but there was a visible stiffness in his gait that meant he would definitely love to have a piss right now.
I couldn't help but pout in my head. Due to the patient I had after him, I wouldn't be able to stretch out his appointment to devote any extra care today. As much as I longed to keep him here until he was writhing on my table again, I really would have to get a completed examination out of him this time. I was hardly worried about Parker causing any trouble; he was far too submissive and humiliated about his prior accident to complain or even mention it to anyone. But if I brought a patient back for a fourth time after a third apparently failed attempt, a superior or some bean-counter might notice the name repeating. It could be played off, but the game was subtle manipulations, if I wanted to carry on with my brand of fun.
"It's good to see you again, Parker," I smiled smokily, teasing, as he shimmied up onto the table. "I apologize I wasn't able to get you in for the last slot today. I know you prefer the privacy." The cute little freckles on his face were nearly swallowed by the burning redness that swept up to his ears. No doubt, he was conjuring images of the last time he had been in this room, on this table, helplessly unleashing his raging piss. He quickly turned away, unable to meet my provocative gaze. Maybe just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I saw his dick twitch beneath his gray sweatpants.
"Oh, um.. yeah. It's okay, don't worry about it," he mumbled awkwardly, shifting in his seat and still studiously ignoring me. Oh, this precious boy.
"Well, I'm sure you know the drill by now, sweetheart. Expose that belly, and I'll get you gooped up." Nerves were clearly affecting him, when he jerkily tugged his pants down too far, exposing his cock to the naked air. And my appreciative look. I suddenly realized how much I missed this little playthi-.. my patient. He hurriedly pulled them to the correct height and adjusted himself. Pretending not to see his fumbling, I busied myself getting the gel applicator. I hesitated, then put some into my hand, opting to apply it hands-on instead. If I couldn't have my extra time, I was going to enjoy what I had. I smeared it on, taking extra care to cover him fully, probing my fingers around his bladders' curves and slope. It was certainly firm, but I also knew what he was truly capable of. He was maintaining his composure well, only fidgeting a bit before I was satisfied. But let's see how long he can keep that up...
A quick wash at the sink, and back to business. I checked the probe and set to work moving it around on his middle. Before I could plan my next move, I noticed from the monitor that he was just a hair below the ideal level to get the readings required. In reality, this was a meaningless difference. I could see everything needed. But he was technically under... I was just barely able to hold down the devious grin that ached to split my face. Shifting smoothly into my new plan, I put on a puzzled expression, and hummed to myself in mock concern. Parker finally glanced up at me. I shifted the probe once more before humming again decisively and setting it back in its cradle. He was attentive now.
"Are we done? That was quick..." He watched, relieved, as I wiped the gel off him with a paper towel.
"Nope! You naughty boy, you didn't follow your instructions," I said playfully. "You aren't full enough for what we need."
"I, I drank plenty! The recommended amount," he protested.
"Sorry hon, maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but it apparently didn't make it to your bladder," I gave said organ a poke, reveling in the wince that followed.
“Get those pants back up and... Here,” I handed him a 4oz specimen cup from my supplies on the counter. “We need to get some more water into you. Sorry, best I've got; but it's new, completely sterile. And it's small, so fill this up at least eight times at the drinking fountain in the waiting room and we’ll see how things look after I take care of my next patient.”
“I really have to go now! How isn't it enough to- I can't drink all that too!”
“I’m sorry Parker, but it's just how it is. I need your bladder at the correct fullness to get a good picture. So it needs to be all eight, just to be sure. Be a good boy, get that water in you, and I promise I’ll bring you back in as quick as I can."
"But, but...!" he tried again.
"Parker!" I said sternly and grabbed hold of his chin. "You know you need this check-up done, I can't do it as you are, and we can't just keep rescheduling because you don't want to cooperate! That being said, I'll ask... Did you have anywhere you needed to be after you were done here?"
"N-no..." he admitted.
"All right, good. We're getting it handled today then. Go follow my instructions, while I get things reset for my next appointment. But don't drink too fast! Don't want to get a tummy-ache." I smiled privately. We both knew his stomach was not going to be his main concern in just a short while.
The consistent blush coloring his face drained away as his fate sunk in, and was replaced by frightened paleness. He stared down into the empty cup and slowly turned as I guided him to the door. It closed behind him and I set about cleaning the equipment and getting things ready for... I checked the next set of records... 28 year old woman, Sarah Brinkman.
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I spent a fair ten minutes getting ready, decent time for Parker to have done as he was told. I opened my door with a friendly smile and announced to the waiting room:
"All right, Sarah, I'm ready for you!"
"Oh, thank God!" I heard her mutter under her breath as she hopped up and rushed past me into the office. She had her small purse held in a death-grip in front of her crotch and her thighs pressed tight together, making a swushing sound with her leggings. Very tight leggings; with no panty-lines to be seen. Saucy girl. Parker was across the room, starting to fill what must be his final cup of water. I lingered on him a moment, then turned to follow the fidgety brunette. She was already up on the table, leaning forward and shifting constantly.
"Good afternoon, Sarah. How are we doing today?"
"Mmmmm, afternoon.. Doing fff-fine!" she forced out, fooling no one.
"Good to hear! I can see you're ready, so let's get started. I just need you to lay back and lift your shirt a little. And your waistband down to just below your pubic bone, please." She complied and lay back gingerly. Just the same, she grunted when she was fully reclined.
" SHIT, " she sucked air through her teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry! I just need to go so baaad!" She moaned, worriedly rubbing her hands on her leggings. Only just resisting the urge to plunge them between her legs. I chuckled amiably.
"Believe me, I've seen and heard it all, honey! Don't worry about it." After a moment, she had collected herself enough to complete her instructions, and revealed what she was wrestling with. She had the build of a devoted athlete; medium-small breasts, slim but muscular hips, and she was lightly tanned on her beautifully toned midriff, made all the flatter-seeming by the bloated bulge pushing up below it. Easily the size of a softball and just as firm. On her small frame, it was almost obscene.
"My my, you weren't kidding," I commented. She just nodded.
"I was keeping hydrated all day... I had my run earlier," A few trickles of sweat escaped her hairline and streaked her pretty face. If I were more into women, I would have been soaking through my panties with arousal. As it was, they were only partially damp. Such a display on this gorgeous woman couldn't be denied all affect.
But I did have a job to do, and a particular young man currently bursting with excitement for me to finish, so I applied the blue gel and began the examination. Sarah shuddered hard at the cool touch of the applicator, legs crossed at the ankle and her strong thighs squeezing ever tighter at the probe's light touch on her skin. She was attempting to keep her breathing even and regular, trying to simply endure the pain, but it was quickly turning into short gasps as she struggled to keep herself still and dry. I split my attention between the monitor and drinking in her frantic battle. Unsurprisingly, she was overfull, but I was able to see what I needed from her. Her check-up was for something different than Parker's.
Sarah's desperate sounds and the electronic hum of the equipment faded to the background as I couldn't help thinking of how Parker must be doing. How full he must be now. As that extra water I demanded of him trickling down into his already full bladder. Stretching it even further. How he must be clenching his little cock tight, curled up in his seat, rocking back and forth. Or maybe was he squeezing himself, both hands, as he skipped back and forth, potty dancing wildly and praying nobody was going to walk in and see him in such an embarrassing position.
A loud groan of distress shook me out of my daydream. I realized I had drifted off staring at the monitor. And I hadn't moved the ultrasound probe for the past minute and was putting extra pressure on Sarah's bladder. She had her fingers dug into the cushion beneath her and one knee raised up over the other in a panic.
"Oh dear me," I said, recovering quickly. "I'm so sorry about that, I thought I saw something, had to get a closer look."
"Mmm," she whimpered, and only nodded again, face screwed into a tight-lipped grimace, sweating more now. Despite my daydreaming, I believed I'd gotten all I needed from her. She was finished up here and ready to be released. In more ways than one.
Right as the probe left her skin, there was a sharp hiss between her clamped legs. The gray material tucked into her crotch became a darker shade glistening with wetness. Abandoning any embarrassment, her hands flew immediately to her pussy, jamming her fingers up between her lips as far as they would go. Despite the added outer pressure, another spurt escaped. A pause. Then a longer one. She moaned loudly in agony. Her legs were held ramrod straight, but her body as a whole was vibrating with effort. Sweat was streaming down her face, plastering hair to her forehead. A third jet spurted out around the finger tight against her pee hole, the longest yet. This girl was racing past her limits and I couldn't stop watching her crash right into the finish line. Sarah swung herself off the table and hopped from foot to foot in a frenzied dance, hair flying wildly.
"I have to go, Ihavetogo, please, PLEASE, I have to PEE!" she nearly shouted.
"Of course, you're finished, go, go!" to say otherwise would be unprofessional, of course. The squirming young woman pried one hand from her crotch and flung the door open to crash into the wall. Across the waiting room outside, Parker paused in his own dance. He was hunched over, legs twisted, dripping sweat, one hand on his knee and one inside his pants, gripping his cock for all he was worth. Looks like I was right, I though to myself. The head of his cock was held forward in his fist, making a visible impression on his sweatpants. A small dark spot bloomed as his grip wavered in shock at the sudden noise. His wide eyes were locked on the doorway in alarm.
Sarah, meanwhile, lurched out and to the left, toward where the single unisex restroom waited down a short hall. However, her legs were so tightly contorted and clumsy from panic, as she tried to run, her right foot got caught on her left and she pitched forward to the floor. Luckily, her honed reaction time was fast enough to throw her hands out to catch herself. She stayed like that, on all fours, for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. There was a high pitched sound coming from her throat, and it was plain to see this was her final effort. I could almost imagine a deep rumbling sound building, like a boiler was rapidly pressurizing until the bolts fired off, seams burst, and blew the roof into space. I wasn't far off.
With a sharp cry, her dam finally broke and boiling hot piss gushed from her pussy, clattering loudly on the linoleum floor. It sprayed out of her like a power washer on 11, forcing its way through the sodden material of her leggings as if they weren't even there. The way her hips were positioned, the stream was firing down and behind her, pushing her puddle back past my doorway where I stood gaping. It almost seemed to get stronger as she let loose a guttural moan, the smallest feeling of relief finally beginning in the base of her brain. Then her back arched, her body involuntarily trying to curl in on itself to bear down and mechanically force her bladder to empty faster. She relaxed slightly, then a contraction caught her again and brought her hips forward with a grunt, then again, and again for a fourth time, groaning raggedly with each one. Her own body worked her like a bellows, forcing the piss out in surging bursts. At long last, she seemed spent and the flow petered out. She sat there, hands and knees in a warm pool of her own making, head down, huffing like she had run a marathon.
I gave her a moment, then approached and lay a comforting hand on her back. Apparently, that one small touch was enough to break her concentration and trip a hair-trigger deep inside she had felt rising, and a different dam broke. Her legs clamped together with a squelch and she tightened up again, fingers flexing and breath caught fast in her throat. One foot twitched pitifully behind her. She let out a tiny gasp and shuddered in place for a long moment. Slowly her seized muscles released and she swayed, now truly spent. I steadied her around the middle before she could tip over and get a face full of her own pee. I could only squat there and blink for a few seconds. I don't think she or I was expecting that. That piss must have really been something.
"Sarah..? Are you all right?" I murmured. She blinked up at me blearily, struggling to get her bearings after such an... experience.
"Um, I..." she cleared her throat, still in shock. "I... am so so sorryyy. I just couldn't hold anymore... it hurt so bad. And-and then I... I couldn't....it just hit me... right in front of you... holy shit, just kill me now..." A few tears plinked down into the piss puddle. Gentle sobs began to shake her shoulders as I stroked her back and took stock. The full puddle stretched a few feet out in every direction, more past my office. Her leggings were now basically a complete darker shade, soaked from the pressurized release and absorbed off the floor.
And I had almost forgotten the other occupant in the waiting room...
Parker seemed rooted to his spot, apparently not having moved since the door first swung open. Just staring in horror, as he still was, at the pretty girl forcefully voiding what he so desperately wanted to as well. He was still clutching at his cock in his pants, but it now jutted forward erect, and his wet spot had snaked a thin line down his pant leg to the knee. As if sensing my attention, he suddenly came back to himself and remembered his complaining bladder. He hunched forward again, renewing his desperate battle, and re-moistening his wet spot with another leak.
"Sarah... Sarah, it's okay honey, you're okay," I consoled, and helped her rise to her wobbly legs. "It can happen to anyone. You should have seen our ultrasound training days in medical school. We had to practice on each other for hours!" And I continued a bit louder, "But you feel a lot better now, don't you? Relieved at last. All that pressure gone, you probably feel so much lighter!" I smiled at Parker, who was now kneading his cock to keep his own waters in. Sarah half-nodded morosely, still sniffling. I escorted her on towards the facilities. "How about you get cleaned up as you can in the restroom and- do you feel okay to drive home?" A nod. "All right. And really, you can barely tell at a distance. If you go out the back here, no one will be the wiser, I promise."
"Mhmm... th-thanks," she said wetly. And tottered into the restroom. I turned back to take care of Parker, at last. Who was delirious with desperation by this point. His kidneys had done their job superbly and were working through all the water he had dutifully choked down, shoving it through into his bladder until the organ stood out proudly between his hips, taut as a drum. He was standing shakily at the edge of the puddle. He had himself pulled out over his waistband and seemed to be trying to hype himself up to piss on the floor.
"PARKER. You put that thing back right now!" I whisper-shouted, feeling like a dog owner with a misbehaving pet. In his strained mind, he thought he could sneakily relieve some pressure into the mess already there. He gave a start as he heard me. And quickly yanked his sweatpants back up, waistband pulled purposefully above his bulge, and immediately pinched the end of his dick again from the outside.
"But, I-! I can't wait, I caaan't... " He moaned out piteously, shaking his head back and forth. Yet, he still was. I quickly splashed over and seized him by the shoulders.
"You can and you will," I commanded. "Let's get this done, sweetie. You've been such a good boy so far, don't ruin it now." And firmly herded him into my office, making tiny waves in the lake of piss with his shuffling feet. I kicked the door shut behind us and slid the children's step stool up to the table. In his state, I knew he wouldn't make it up himself. Shaking and shivering as he was though, I still had to help steady him. Before he sat down on the edge, I said, "First, we'll just get these out of our way entirely, yes?" Like a flash, I grabbed either side of his sweatpants and shucked them to his heels in one motion, dislodging his hand in the process. He squeaked in alarm and a quick shot of piss sizzled just past my face, which was now at crotch level. His bladder was truly incredible from this close vantage, it was now stretching the whole area between his hips and pushed out a solid inch or so, nearly covering his dangling penis in the shadow it cast. I gave his cock a hard flick as I straightened.
"Hey. Do not piss on the tech," I admonished, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and cock pressed between palms tucked tight between his thighs, both to hold himself shut and try to hide himself in embarrassment. He moaned lowly as he forced back a further leak.
"All right, now lay down, I'll get you checked out. And then you can let out allll that pee," He nodded, still concentrating, and eased his bare ass on and swung his legs up. I slid his bunched up underwear, pants, and slip-on shoes all the way off and tossed them on the counter. Parker now lay shivering in exertion and cold on the table, naked from the waist down. He had a white-knuckled grip on his cock, sweat oozing from every pore on his body. Bare dancing legs crossed one over the other, then the other way, one knee popped up for a moment, they twisted tight around each other, then stretched out flat; just trying to find a position that offered any relief. Wide eyes tracked me as I got the gel and probe out. I would have to be extra gentle, he seemed fit to pop at any moment. The gel slid smooth onto his heated body and he groaned as the applicator softly kissed his stretched skin.
Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he would have long realized that if he was too full for the exam last time, he was definitely too full right now. As it was, he couldn't retain a thought beyond the retention of his piss. I was under no impression I would be able to get anything useful yet either; but I just couldn't help myself not to play it out anyway. It was almost sad toying with him like this, but my nethers swimming in steaming arousal did not care a whit. Gel done, now there was a problem. Two shaking forearms were stretched over the area I needed to probe.
"Sweetie, your arms are in my way, I need you to let go of your cock." The look he shot me was pure disbelief.
"No, no I can't! It's too much! I can't!" he whimpered, squeezing at his dick rhythmically.
"Parker, you are not a child! Adults can hold their piss without grabbing at their junk. Get your hands off! Now!" He choked out half a sob, scrunched his eyes shut, and slammed his arms down to the table at his sides. They quivered there, longing to dart back down to squeeze again. I wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails had drawn blood with how tightly his fists were clenched. With arms unable to help, his legs twined themselves around each other, trying desperately to do it alone. His pelvis lifted off the table, then settled back again. He let out a truly agonized groan. "Thank you, sweetheart," I cooed. The probe came down and delicately traveled its course. I rested my offhand ever so faintly on the base of his bulging bladder. I could almost feel his sphincter fluttering in fatigue, as his cock jumped with each spasm and little squirts leaked out every few seconds. His breath was coming in short gasps, face burning red and shining with sweat, straining himself beyond belief to keep his piss contained with that one tiny ring of aching muscle at the exit of his bladder.
I continued swiping across him, relishing his performance, but I finally relented. Despite not once looking at the monitor, I pretended I just noticed something and clucked my tongue, taking the probe away.
"Tsk... ... -Oh fine, Parker, use your hands." The latest burgeoning leak was cut off as he rammed his hand over his cock, bending the pliable hose over itself and clamping down on it to stem the flow.
"Well, it seems you overdid it, naughty boy. Now you've got too much piss in you." For a split second, he shot me a furious look, resent and indignant anger flaring in his eyes, but it was quickly smothered in a fresh wash of tortured desperation. I continued, "We'll have to let some of that out, so I can check you correctly."
"Ba-bathroom?" A faint sparkle of hope glinted in his scrunched face.
"No, Parker. Sarah's likely still in there and I won't have you bothering the poor woman." He seemed about to sob. "No, you're going to do it in here. With this," I held up another of the specimen cups from earlier. He either wasn't thinking about how precious little that cup could hold or he was so eager for any relief that he didn't care what size it was, as long as it could receive liquid.
He nodded, and squeaked emphatically, "Please!"
"All right, but only in the container! You wouldn't want to make a mess on my floor again, right?" I couldn't help but tease. He awkwardly scooted himself off the table as fast as the sloshing weight between his legs would allow and stood on the floor next to it, dancing about like he stood on hot coals. I handed him the cup and he got into position, tucked close to the table in a vain attempt to maintain some level of privacy to do his business. I could have pretended to humor his efforts and look away, but he wasn't paying attention to me anyway. He aimed his shaking cock as best he could, and finally let go. The piss ripped out him, drilling loudly into the small plastic container, which was filled to the brim in scant seconds. He grunted as he tried to pinch off the flow, but the head poking out of his tight fist spat another fat stream onto the floor. And then a second. His body had finally tasted a little relief and it burned to continue. A third hot spurt. His eyes flicked around in sheer panic, looking for something -Anything!- to help him, when he realized five more cups sat on the surface next to him. A measly four ounces were obviously not going to get him to the target volume, so I had laid out all the cups I had at hand. The young man set the full one on the table and snatched up the next to hold ready under his dick. Piss gushed at once into clear plastic. In a stroke of desperate genius, he let his cock hang on its own and grabbed the third cup with his unoccupied hand. Without slowing his stream, he swapped in the empty cup just as the second one started to overflow and set it next to the first one on the table. He continued juggling through them like that until all six cups were on the table, full of steaming urine. After enjoying such a long uninterrupted stream, his bladder shrieked all the louder when he clamped down again. I was almost sure he would scream as well. Doubled over and trembling dick held tight once more. Stock-still and focused entirely on maintaining control, he had to let a short burst out that had managed to force its way into his dammed up urethra. After a long half-minute, a single drop hung shining at the tip, but no more escaped. He managed to heave an unsteady breath as the thundering wave of urgency passed enough for his mind to clear of its blind panic. Parker's bladder still felt horribly full and on the verge of surrender, but at least he could think again.
I let out my own deep breath. I had enjoyed seeing that. To my practiced eye, the bulge appeared much closer to an acceptable level now. I joined him on his side of the table to collect the piss cups. But first, I embraced him from behind to run my fingers up and down his chest, "You did so well, sweetie. But you did leak on the floor." He yelped when I gave his ass a solid stinging smack. "I'll clear it off and then back up on the table, boy."
We both got ourselves into position, and I was about to begin when...
"Parker," I began testily. "You're blocking me again."
"I'm sorry! I still really really have to pee!" I huffed lightly and stroked my hand along his upper thigh.
"Mmmm... I guess you sure do, at that... Remember what we did last time to help you hold it?" My fingernails traced farther upward. Now I gently massaged his balls, and they began to tighten up in response.
"Y-yes..." he answered hesitantly, his mouth suddenly and ironically feeling a bit dry.
"Well... get it started then," I prompted, adding a little huskiness to my voice. I continued caressing his sac as I gave his inner thigh a few kisses and a quick lick. His erection began to build, hidden under his hand, until it was too uncomfortable to keep forced down, where he let it out to spring skyward. He kept his hand wrapped around it but seemed afraid to go further. Embarrassment with doing yet another very private act in front of me warred with the visual and feeling of my head so close to his crotch, hot breath wafting across his sensitive areas. A bit impatient, I moved in closer and dragged my tongue on his balls, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. From the back of the young man's throat came a soft moan, different than what I'd heard from him so far today. Just a few more seconds of that and his cock was throbbing hard. Even if he wasn't cooperating, that should block off his piss for a time.
"There you go, big boy, keep it in." I straightened and started my exam. When his erection started to flag a little from overriding piss pressure, I moved his hand off and wrapped my own slim fingers around. I had no qualms giving him a few tugs if he wouldn't do his part. The reluctant moans were part pleasure, part pain. Parker's bladder was still aching full, but decently reduced enough for me to work. He was still struggling with it nonetheless. I passed the probe back and forth, taking care to focus where I needed and make sure he was looking up to snuff in there. All the while, I kept a steady stroking of his cock, keeping him hard and the piss locked up. An impressive display of dexterity on my part.
Meanwhile, liquid was still getting filtered out by two well-exercised kidneys; the last of the water he had drank earlier. As time went on for the examination, his bladder was refilling. It seemed at an exponential pace, as if the body was making up for lost time now that it knew some space had been made. Parker was becoming increasingly agitated, his reddened cheeks and sweating had kicked back in with force. Between my hand on his cock and his bladder inflating, he had two burning needs fighting for release. I slowed my stroking as I struggled to make out what I could through the increasing bladder size. It was near impossible by now, but I had experience and this was the final chance for getting this exam done.
Suddenly, he grunted and a squirt of piss jumped from his hard cock and drenched my hand in hot urine.
"Parker, I haven't finished yet! You hold that piss in, young man," I snapped.
"Sorry!" He panted. "But I have to go- ... -fucking bad!" The blush had reached his ears again, painting him all in fire engine red. One heel was juddering a wild tattoo on the table as his legs shook uncontrollably. He shivered and shook all over, tearing between desperate need and frantic desire. His cock was fiery rod in my hand, which I now held still, simply squeezing him closed. I could feel his muscles clench through it, pushing and flexing against my hand. Holding back the surging ocean of pee or trying to reach an approaching orgasm, I couldn't tell. I doubt he could either. He let out whimpering moans with each panicked breath. His face was twisted into a horribly pained grimace as what felt like gallons of piss rammed on the same gate that his churning balls wanted to blast cum through. A hot prickling sensation climbed up his spine to the back of his head, making him tingle all over as his body felt ready to, he was sure, literally explode. The feeling spread out and down to fill his trunk and limbs with crackling, numbing energy. Fingers lost feeling while they dug hysterically into the cushion beneath him.
During this rising turmoil, I kept my eyes on the monitor to get the last imaging of his raging insides. I could barely see at this point, but finally it was done. He was hale and hearty, no problems to be seen at all. I raised the probe off his squirming, writhing body and let go of his steely cock.
"Okay, Parker. Looks like you're all good. We're done," I declared. His watering eyes darted to me and took a long second to grasp at the words that sluggishly worked through his waterlogged brain. He almost seemed to comprehend for a moment,
Then all at once, his stomach muscles tightened and he half sat up as a long and powerful silver jet shot up from his erect dick. It nearly reached the ceiling before it all crashed back down again, dousing him, the table, and me. The stream paused a moment, as he strained to stop, but it geysered up regardless, arcing down again to splash all of us. He let out a cry. Abruptly, the torrent dwindled and cut off, as if something had closed off its path. Cock rigidly twitched a few times, but nothing escaped. He was tipping over the edge. Parker flopped back to the table and gripped tight onto the sides of it. He began to tremble as his ass cheeks clenched and stabbed his rock hard cock toward the ceiling. His brown eyes bulged and crept into the back of his head. His mouth dropped open and chin jutted out, for only a hoarse croak to escape. At last, muscles in his groin contracted forcefully, and a blast of cum erupted from his dick. It flew straight up to splatter down onto his own shirt. Hips bucked in spastic jerks with each mighty spurt that blasted cum with unbelievable power to splash down around him. I counted at least eight, reducing in volume with each, but the last was longer and clearer. Internal plumbing was forced to immediately switch gears as his bladder now exerted all its strength to void. His wildly confused system took that great forceful pressure as a sign to begin another round of orgasmic contractions. His hard cock continued to jolt, but now shot piss up into the air in quick bursts like he was cumming it out. It obviously felt so, as his head was still thrown back in ecstasy and his whole body spasmed. Each fat burst hissed as it escaped his highly pressurized pee hole. Eventually, his cock heaved a final time and the rhythmic shower was over.
Parker lay boneless on the table, chest heaving as he could finally start to catch his breath. His eyes were closed in euphoric bliss and exhaustion. It looked like his bladder bump was near smooth again, but not completely flat even now. I couldn't be surprised, that was hardly a normal way to empty a bladder. Obviously he wasn't feeling it urgently, though; he almost seemed dead asleep, if anything.
My white jacket had more than a few wet patches decorating its surface. I had tried to step back a bit when the fireworks had begun, but there was only so much room to escape that steamy golden shower. Although, it wasn't very golden with how hydrated he had been, and you could barely smell a hint of it. I slipped my outer layer off to avoid any more soaking into my scrubs underneath. My panties were also wet, but... that wasn't pee... I just had to give my slick folds a quick rub to partly satisfy the aching tingle. I shivered, then collected myself and went to stand at Parker's side with my arms crossed under my breasts.
I waited there for a time, shifting my weight a bit, until his breathing began to normalize. I softly cleared my throat. His eyes peeled open, one at a time, and he seemed to have trouble focusing on anything. Slowly, vision cleared and he could see me staring down at him, a few random locks of hair wet and matted down to my scalp. One hung dangling in front of my face. The fiery blush returned once more, this time pure horrified shame and embarrassment. He knew what happened.
My things squeezed together briefly as I bent forward at the waist. I leaned in close to his face and grabbed his chin roughly.
"Parker... dear boy. I thought I told you... not to piss on the technician," I snarled. Wide brown eyes flicked between my own blue in terror. A feral grin bared my teeth. "You're not getting off from that scot-free." I pushed him away and stepped back. I slipped out of my shoes and stuffed my socks into them. Dainty feet patted on the cold floor. Looking him right in the eyes, I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my scrub pants and slide them down slowly, revealing the jet black panties underneath. An extra shine in the gusset where they were soaked with my arousal. I pressed a needed hand up against myself for a moment, then slid the panties down as well, pushing my ass out provocatively. Now I stood, hands on hips, naked from the waist down, just like Parker, who stared intently at my neatly trimmed bush. He swallowed hard and his penis jumped once as it tried to get hard again, but was unfortunately too wrung out to perform so soon.
I showed my teeth again and climbed up onto the table to straddle his middle. There was just barely enough room to perch with my shins on the soft cushion to either side of him.
"Ready to get yours, Sweetie?" I asked. Throughout this long day of excitement, my own bladder had filled significantly from my usual intake of fluid and a skipped bathroom break. As Parker was losing control wildly just then, I felt my urge ramp up quickly to be very uncomfortable. My own middle had grown large and hard in sympathy with my last two patients' desperate battles. Though not quite to the same degree. And now I could feel it absolutely aching to gush from me, onto the young man held captive between my smooth thighs.
I sat my ass down heavily onto his pelvis, pressing down on his bladder and tucking his cock into the groove between my cheeks, aimed toward his feet. He grunted in surprise and discomfort. I gave him a last predatory look, and released. The piss rushed out in a surging river onto his stomach, hissing and splashing, rapidly re-drenching his damp shirt. A long moaning sigh whooshed from my mouth. Ohhh, this felt heavenly; the relief! It was not a stretch to see how Sarah could have came earlier just from pissing out her massive load. I could feel my bladder deflating as the days-worth of pee flowed powerfully from my pulsing pee hole. I gave an extra push, increasing the already vigorous flow into a roaring deluge, striking off his skin and flinging droplets into the air. The flood spread across his body, then off the table, in waterfalls crashing to the floor. A husky groan tumbled from my lips. I rolled my hips a bit, grinding my gushing pussy onto his abdomen. Then I heard the spattering sound of liquid striking the vinyl cushion behind me. It seemed his blocked bladder had finally relaxed again. I fancied I could feel the hum as the piss coursed through the shaft nestled into my ass. We both sat there, giving the occasional pant of delicious relief as we pissed out all we had for the next nearly forty seconds. Our streams slowly died out. I bore down again, forcing the last of it out in a hard squirt onto his stomach. We both breathed.
The fire that had been burning inside me for the last few hours blew up into a roaring inferno, as if the pee I just released had been the last thing quenching its fury. My right hand flew straight to my hooded clit like a heat-seeking missile. Fingers rubbed frantically, using my piss and personal lube to fly ever faster and harder. Breaths came fast and hard as the heat spread up into my chest and face, nipples poked out against my bra. I spared a glance for Parker, seeing him goggle at the tech that had just emptied her bladder onto him and was now madly bringing herself to orgasm, perched right on top of him. He'd seen me naked and was currently wearing my piss, so he could get as much an eyeful as he wanted, far as I could have cared right then. My hips moved on their own, grinding my lips desperately against his pelvic area. I was already so nearly there. The sun-like heat in my body built rapidly to a supernova that finally detonated behind my eyes as a scream of ecstasy tore my throat raw. I saw stars as I blacked out for a moment and only distantly felt myself fall forward onto Parker's soggy chest. My muscles spasmodically twitched as I lay there, one hand still glued to my crotch, giving my clit a few gentle rubs to ride out the pleasure. A peaceful five minutes passed while I gradually drifted down from my incredible high. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfied pleasure, then lifted my head to give Parker a half-lidded, dreamy smile. The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly then back down, he was plainly unsure of how to feel about all of this.
At length, I clambered off of him and stood next to the table. I adopted a professional tone, in hard contrast with the cool air I could feel caressing my damp labia.
"Okay, we're all finished up here. Thank you for being so cooperative today. Your results will be added to your records; you can check them out online if you want in your Patient Portal. Have a great evening, and if you have any further questions or concerns..." I took his face in my hands and darted in to mash my lips against his. Mouth parted slightly in shock and I slipped my tongue in to dance briefly across his teeth. I released the suddenly breathless young man and pulled back. "..please don't hesitate to schedule another appointment."
And there we are. Hope you all enjoyed, (while a little hot under the collar, if I did it right). I'm not sure I got the characters quite true to the original, but eh, it is what it is. Fanfiction, after all. Also please excuse any awkward bits of inaccurate medical tomfoolery, I am no doctor. And have never even had an ultrasound myself, for that matter. I am also not a woman, so hopefully the intimate descriptions were close enough to accurate and, at the least, not cringe-inducing.
All righty, off you go now.
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**Story requested by @Alex62, hope you enjoy**
There was no peace to be found outside Shiganshina today. Whether it was the hundreds of horses charging across the battlefield, the war torn riders yells of fear and rage, or the thunderous sound of rocks raining down upon them like shrapnel. There would be no peace today. But far from the cacophony of battle, where the sounds were but a distant thought, a man normally known for his calm reaction to stressful situations, still could not find peace. It was no question as to why; he had been sent out to be the only survivor in a losing battle, forced to avenge the others that would no doubt die to distract their target, and even worse he himself had to tell his mentor to give up on his dreams and die. Levi knew that he had to kill the beast titan, there was no other option. But even in such a dire situation there was another thought constantly in the back of his mind. Due to how long the battle had been going Levi hadn’t gotten a chance to rest in hours, and while some soldiers could repress the urge to use the bathroom, Levi always made a point to stay well hydrated before battle, he would never be caught low on energy with Titans about, and that was aside from the tea he drank.
Luckily for Levi the Beast Titan had all of the surrounding Titans holding their position, because he was moving much slower than normal. The ODM gear he used had a slight flaw for this specific occasion, it uses a series of harnesses to spread the force of flight throughout the body, one of these harnesses went across his lower stomach just above the belt, meaning that every move he made pressed down on his full bladder and threatened to dirty his clean white pants. That was an idea Levi could not abide. Levi had pride in how clean and organized he was at all times, the mere thought of wetting his pants disgusted him.
Levi could see that the Cavalry charge was being thinned rapidly, but he was still a few Titans away from the Beast Titan. If he takes too long he might notice that his Titans are dead. Levi chose to pick up the pace, which put a lot of extra pressure on his bladder, even forcing a small amount to leak out. Levi cringed as he felt a few drops escape, but decided to push on to ensure his comrades sacrifices would not be in vain
At the edge of the battlefield the Zeke in his Beast Titan form grabbed another rock and crushed it into chunks in his hands, preparing to throw it. For a moment he catches a strange smell, but loses it and throws the rock, causing carnage across the battlefield, he laughs.
“Heheh, I can smell their fear all the way from here, I’m one pitch away from a perfect game, and it seems the other team is too demoralized to even swing”
He grabs the final rock and he starts to crush it before a breeze comes through from his right, carrying the smell he noticed before, much stronger than before.
“Hmm, smells like fear, but why is it coming from that direction?”
He turns to check his right in time to see Levi cut through the final Titan and a memory popped into his head
“I need to watch out for a single soldier?”
“Yes, Captain Levi is dangerous” Reiner’s words rang in his head.
“Could that be Levi?”
His confusion quickly turns to anger as he lets out a loud roar and starts to swing at Levi, Levi’s ODM gear attaches to his shoulder, and just before he hits Levi the hook disconnects and where Levi would normally slice clean through the Beast titan’s finger instead he flies past his hand, narrowly avoiding the attack, but forced to evade rather than suffer from unnecessary pressure on his already pained bladder. Levi fires another hook into the Beast Titan but Zeke breaks it off knocking Levi to the ground. As Levi lands he rolls and gets back to his feet, but in the process loses control for a second causing a wet spot on his pants. He prepares for another attack but stops when he hears the Beast Titan speak.
“This is the ‘Dangerous Captain Levi’ Reiner was worried about, one man so stricken with fear that he arrives to battle having wet himself already?”
Levi could feel a rage build up inside of him hearing those words, Immediately he hooks onto the Beast Titans shoulder and moves to attack, Zeke goes to cover the natural target of his nape, but with Levi’s decreased speed he sees him swing for his eyes instead and narrowly avoids the attack.
“Fighting like this I don’t even know what had him so worried, I was skeptical but you’ve managed to underwhelm even my low expectations Levi”
Levi started to swing around for another attack only to come face to face with stone shrapnel that Zeke had flung in his direction, he braces for impact while evading most of the debris, but a few rocks hit him, one in the shoulder, one in the stomach, and one in the head. Levi once again is forced to the ground, this time falling harder and unable to catch himself. The rocks that hit him nearly broke his control over his bladder, and blood starts to drip down his face. He tries to stand but falls to his knee. He suddenly felt all of the pressure in his bladder push at once, and in a last ditch effort to stop it he holds his hand to his crotch, hoping to preserve his dignity, but it was too late. A steady stream gushes out of him, soaking his pants and forming a puddle on the ground beneath him. It felt wrong, Levi was disgusted with himself. It kept draining out of his bladder trickling down his legs, filling his boots, for a moment all that can be heard is the dripping from his pants into the puddle below.
The Beast Titan could clearly hear and smell what had happened and turns to face Levi, seeing him on his knee, a broken man.
“If this is the strongest soldier you have, then I must say I greatly overestimated you. But don’t feel too bad, you are not the first of your kind to react this way to me. Here allow me to end your shame for you”
Levi stayed on his knee barely registering the words of the Beast Titan, all he heard were his own words
“Give up on your dreams and die”
For a moment Levi was prepared to accept his fate, but more words came to mind
“Devote your Heart!”
Levi looked up, and instead of the Beast Titan, he saw Erwin. And not just Erwin, Miche, Nanaba, and Gelgar and even his old Squad, Eld, Gunther, Oruo and Petra. He struggled to face them, expecting only shame and anger, but when he looked up, they smiled at him with pride in their eyes. And he knew he couldn’t let it end here. Not only for his own pride, but for the pride of all his fallen comrades.
The beast Titan’s hand slams down at Levi, shaking the ground and kicking up dust all around.
“See, just like squashing a bug, those two must have spent too much time inside the walls if that man frightened them,” Zeke said as he lifted his hand, seeing no signs of Levi. “Hold on, where did he…” Zeke starts to look around and for an instant he sees Levi, not the broken man he saw before, he didn’t see fear, or shame, all he saw was rage, and an anchor going straight into his eye.
Zeke cries out in pain, and instinctively covers his nape to prevent Levi from killing him but instead he feels the back of his ankles get sliced out from under him causing him to fall forward, slamming his chin into the ground, biting his tongue clean out of his mouth. The next thing he feels is his arm get sliced all the way along it, causing it to go limp, preventing him from covering his nape. The only option he has left is to harden but he feels Levi press a boot down on his nape before he can
“What happened to all that fun you were having?! Come on, let’s try to enjoy this!”
In a quick series of a few dozen slices, Levi cuts all around Zeke, slicing each of his limbs off with one final slice forcing him out of his Titan body, and All Zeke can do is scream in pain. Before he knows it Levi has shoved a blade into his mouth and is holding him down with it. Zeke looks up at Levi and sees the sheer rage once more and with the blade in his mouth all he feels is fear. In his fear he realizes that he now feels wetness as well. The Titan blood spread around from the brutal assault starts to evaporate, but the wetness in his pants remains and he realizes that he too had wet himself. Levi gives a small smile.
“I’ve gotta say, this one’s a first for me, didn’t even think Titan’s could piss. You’re the first Titan I’ve seen piss themselves out of fear.”
Levi pulls the blade out of Zeke’s mouth and puts it up against his throat
“Go ahead, make your smart ass comment, as long as you’re okay with the possibility of it being your last words.”
Zeke coughs up some blood before retorting “Like you’re one to talk, I’ve never heard of a dangerous warrior wetting himself on the battlefield”
Levi Smirks “Oh did I? I thought something was slowing me down, explains why you lasted as long as you did.”
Zeke goes to respond but Levi shoves his sword back into Zeke’s mouth, drawing blood.
“With how badly damaged your body is I doubt you’ll be able to transform again, now it’s just a matter of finding if anyone out there survived your barrage, if they’re willing to get over the taste, I’m sure they’d be happy to take your power, especially after what you did. |
Sophie Hisgrove anxiously glanced at the clock: 12:53. Still seven minutes to go. Seven minutes till freedom, until her time at university would be over. After the seemingly endless days at the library, nights brushing up on the Ottoman Empire instead of going to the pub, she was ready to reap the rewards of her hard work. Very soon, she'd be several pints deep in the beer garden at The Sheep and Tiger, making up for a month of exam induced abstinence. But first there was something very pressing she had to attend to. Trying to distract herself from her very full bladder, she glanced round the room. Her best mate Jasmyn's eyes had practically rolled back into her head, and Sophie knew exactly what was happening.
An explanation is necessary at this point. Sophie's world on the face of it looks a lot like the Planet Earth that you and I are familiar with. It's still 2023, there's still a Leeds University, and people aren't using jetpacks to get to Tesco. But unlike the world we know, everyone is born with a randomly allocated special power of some sort. A lucky few had powers that made their everyday life extremely comfortable, but most people's powers were fairly innocuous and made very little difference to their everyday lives. Sophie's dad, for example, had the power to cook ingredients perfectly using his mind, and owned one of the most exclusive restaurants in London as a result. Sophie's sister, on the other hand, had the power to sharpen pencils using her mind. A useful power, but hardly one that was going to change lives. It was Jasmyn's power that Sophie was very, very jealous of at this moment in time. When Jasmyn's bladder was full enough, she is able to transfer her urine elsewhere. In other words, she could urinate freely without getting her clothes dirty. Usually, she'd just divert her pee into a nearby river or stream, but occasionally, she had been known to send it to other people's bladders instead. She normally only did it to people that have pissed her off. Once, she accidentally transferred her piss into Sophie's bladder when they were both drunk and bursting for a wee in the queue for Popworld in fresher's week, an action which led Sophie to wet herself in front of most of her new course mates. Once again, Sophie was reaching breaking point, and was praying for the end of the exam so she could go and relieve herself.
Finally, the invigilator announced the end of the exam. Sophie had already undone the top button of her jeans, such was her desperation. Fortunately for her, Jasmyn had managed to send her pee somewhere else this time, otherwise she would have 100% wet herself. She wasn't even sure she'd make it to the toilet at this point. Her fist was dug deep into her crotch at this point, physically shaking as she waited for the invigilator to pick up her paper. She glanced desperately at the hordes of people already leaving the exam hall. There was no way she'd be able to wait in line. Her bladder, sensing defeat, allowed a drop of urine to escape into Sophie's panties. Almost on the verge of tears, Sophie silently cursed herself. She had time to pee before the exam, but had stupidly decided to spend the last few minutes cramming revision instead. And now all the coffee and water consumed was coming back with a vengeance, filling her bladder to the point of near-explosion. The second the invigilator had her paper, Sophie was up, clutching herself, whilst simultaneously pulling up her jeans. The urine sloshed uncomfortably as she left the hall as fast as she could, moaning as another spurt leaked out. She briefly assessed the queue for the ladies, but the sea of desperate woman dancing frantically stretched across the corridor and beyond. Sophie knew that simply wasn't an option. She'd only just shaken off the Sophie Piss-grove nickname, and she was not prepared to embarrass herself like that. For Sophie, wetting herself was now an inevitability. It was just a case of damage limitation.
As she hobbled up the stairs, Sophie's mind was on finding somewhere where she could discretely wet herself, then make an excuse to head home, change, and come back ready to party. What she hasn't banked on was a first stroke of good luck that day: on the right at the top of the stairs was a vacant toilet. That joy was very short-lived, as speeding frantically past her came Francesca Alcaraz. Not much was known about Francesca. She was incredibly beautiful, with long black hair and immaculately maintained lightly tanned skin. This plus her mysterious aura meant that many at the university fancied her. But the few people brave enough to try and ask her out on a date were shot down instantly, with just a long and withering stare. Very few people had heard her talk, yet she somehow seemed to get top marks in every exam. She lived a life of solitude, and was normally found in Booth K on the 3rd floor of the university library, normally dressed head to toe in black, and always looking completely unapproachable. A rumour went round in second year that she spent an entire week in that booth without drinking, eating or peeing. With that in mind, it was strangely humanising to see Francesca running past her, clearly in dire need of relief. But Sophie knew time was against her, as she felt another dribble of wee run down her leg. Francesca darted into the bathroom, too desperate to shut the door.
"PAUSE," Sophie shouted, her gaze fixated on Francesca, who had already started pulling her knickers down. Sophie rarely made use of her special power, the ability to freeze another person for one minute, but she had no other option. Rushing into the loo, she practically ripped her jeans and panties off. The second her bum made contact with the seat, her desperately, desperately, full bladder finally relaxed. The feeling was indescribable, better than any sex she'd ever had. As urine cascaded out of her exhausted peehole, she couldn't help but feel bad for Francesca, frozen in time right in front of the toilet. Very soon, she would unfreeze, and realise the toilet she was so close to was now unavailable. But Sophie's bladder had clouded her moral judgement, and she found it difficult to care about anything besides the intense feeling of utter relief. A minute passed, and Francesca reanimated, confused and on the brink of exploding. She shrieked as her bladder gave up. A gush of urine leaked out of Francesca, before steadying to a strong stream, dampening her knickers which halfway round her ankles at this point. Still dazed by the situation, Francesca tried to hold herself, clutching her pussy through her black skirt, but she was past the point of no return. Sophie finally stopped urinating, but Francesca's stream went on and on and on, flooding the floor of the toilet. She had given up trying to stop the stream, and instead, glared intensely at Sophie, as her bladder emptied itself involuntarily. Sophie wiped herself, keen to avoid eye contact, pulled her pants and jeans up, and flushed.
"Francesca I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Sophie mumbled, shame taking over the high of relief. Francesca said nothing. "I only live a short walk away, you can come and shower and borrow some of my clothes if you like?" Francesca continued to glare at Sophie, who was now washing her hands. Francesca started whispering, intensely and angrily. "I'm sorry?" Sophie asked, fed up by the interaction. Francesca's volume crescendoed gradually to a scream of unintelligible words. Sophie wasn't renowned for her linguistic ability but she'd never heard the language that Francesca was shouting. It was almost mesmerising, her words had a chant like quality to them. It was also deeply terrifying, and Sophie no longer wanted to invite her into her flat. "Okay never mind then... sorry," she meekly replied, sheepishly leaving a piss-drenched Francesca chanting in the bathroom. Sophie pulled her phone out, and opened up WhatsApp: "Hey, got held up soz. I'll meet you outside. Got an unbelievable story for you..." |
"Wait, so you just left her there, covered in her own piss?" Jasmyn asked.
"Well I offered her a change of clothes, but she sort of just stood there, being intense and weird. I left as soon as she started doing some weird chanting, it was getting kind of spooky," Sophie laughed. "Anyway cheers, here's to the end of uni!" she held up her pint and cheersed Jasmyn and the other girls, Amelia and Lucy. Amelia's power was one that EVERYONE at university was incredibly jealous of; she could get rid of all alcohol from her body at will. In other words, she could get drunk to ridiculous levels, and then as soon as she wanted to be sober, she just had to click her fingers twice and it would be like she hadn't drunk anything. Lucy's power was that she could change her hair colour at will, today she'd gone for blonde hair ("blondes have more fun right?" she'd hypothesised).
The pints flowed as freely as the conversation, the girls talked about everything from the exam, to summer plans, to their love lives. Sophie crossed her legs uncomfortably as she finished the end of her third pint, she was once again desperate for a wee, but was engrossed in Lucy's story about how she'd ended up having a threesome with her ex and his new boyfriend. Thankfully for Sophie, she wasn't the only one struggling.
"Ah I'm sorry, I'm about to wee myself, anyone want to come to the loo with me?" Lucy asked.
"Oh thank fuck, I've been busting for the last twenty minutes," Amelia stood up, dancing on the spot. "Shall I get us another round on the way back?"
"Sounds good, I'll watch our stuff," Jasmyn replied. Jasmyn had of course peed half an hour ago without leaving her seat.
"Hurry uppppp, I've already nearly wet myself once today, I'm dying here," Sophie moaned.
"Shotgun first," Lucy piped up. "Don't think I'll make it otherwise."
Lucy and Amelia headed through the door, clutching themselves in desperation. Sophie followed through, praying that the toilet would be free.
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But the door didn't lead Sophie to the bathroom. She was back home, nearly 200 miles away in Hampstead. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as she stood on her front porch, bladder still very much in need of emptying. She was about to pull her phone out to message Amelia and Lucy, when a familiar figure approached.
"Sophie?" her dad looked bewildered. "I thought you weren't coming home until next week."
Sophie winced as her dad hugged her, reminding her of her very pressing need to urinate. "Oh yeah, erm, well I thought I'd surprise you," she lied, struggling to make sense of what happened.
"But didn't you have an exam today?" he asked.
"That was yesterday dad..." Sophie knew her only option was to gaslight her dad.
"Oh," he answered, looking at his daughter like he'd never seen her in his life. "Do you want a cuppa?"
"In a minute dad, I'm dying for a wee though," she crossed her legs.
She paced upstairs, desperate to empty her bladder, and desperate to work out what the hell was going on. The toilet was empty - thank God! She started unbuttoning her jeans, and darted through the door...
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She was now in the centre of Hampstead, at the cafe she used to work at when she was in sixth form. Her bladder burned intensely, whilst her brain was completely frazzled by what was going on. Realising her jeans were still unbuttoned, she did them back up, moaning as the tight waistband constricted her bladder again. A drop of wee escaped to remind her of her desperate situation.
"Hi, can I use your loo?" Sophie asked, trying to seem calm, despite her resolve beginning to slip.
"Toilets are for customers only," the sixteen year old girl behind the counter grumpily informed her. Hope I was never like this, Sophie thought to herself.
"It's quite urgent," Sophie pleaded, dancing on the spot and holding herself, both for emphasis and as a necessity.
"Customers only," the girl responded. "I don't want to get in trouble with my manager," she softened as she saw the pained expression on Sophie's face.
"Look, if you don't let me go, you're going to have a puddle to clean up here. Which do you think your manager would....."
"Sophieeeeeeeee!" a familiar voice interrupted her. It was Maya Abdi, the larger than life African woman who owned the cafe, and gave Sophie her first job all those years ago. "How are you my darling?"
"I'm good," Sophie lied. "Maya I'm happy to chat in a minute, but could I possibly use the toilet before I wet myself? I promise I'll buy something."
"Of course beautiful, you know where it is," Maya smiled.
Sophie mumbled a thank you, then dashed upstairs, praying that whatever was going on would stop, and that she'd be able to use the toilet. Taking a deep breath, she headed through the door...
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...and found herself on the front porch of her sister's flat. Sophie simply couldn't wait any longer. She was pretty sure her sister would be at work, and she had resigned herself to the idea that toilets were no longer an option for whatever reason. Unbuttoning her jeans again, she dashed into the kitchen, pulled her knickers and jeans down, and hopped up onto the sink. Hoping no one would walk past the house, she relaxed, and sighed as the three pints left her body, tapping loudly against the cold metallic sink. She shuddered as her bladder continued to void itself, grabbing some kitchen roll to wipe herself. The stream died down, now Sophie could focus on figuring out what was happening to her.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!" the shrill voice of Sophie's sister shrieked. Sophie looked up to find her sister and her new boyfriend stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Sophie quickly pulled her knickers and jeans up, turning an unnatural shade of red.
"I promise there's an explanation for this..." Sophie began, trying to think of an explanation. |
Sophie dug her hand into her crotch, as her bladder protested her decision to drive past yet another service station. Watford Gap was a place Sophie was well familiar with, as it was generally her stop of choice whenever she drove back to her dad's from Leeds. Countless times, she'd found herself practically sprinting to the toilets, desperate for relief, before stopping for a McDonalds. The journey was almost four hours with no traffic, and only once had she managed to do it without stopping for a wee. Her Satnav reckoned she had 1 hour 23 minutes to go, bad news as Sophie's need was urgent.
She'd peed before leaving of course. One outcome of recent events was that Sophie never left home without making sure her bladder was completely empty. But instead of being able to deal with her needs in the privacy of her own bathroom, an empty tennis ball tube was now her toilet, which she'd use as quickly as possible, and pray no one comes in. I'll leave what happens when she needs to do something other than a pee to your imagination... The problem was she'd had a bottle of Diet Coke since then, plus some water as the sun beat down with intensity. Add to that longer than usual traffic, and you can understand how Sophie had ended up needing a wee so badly.
Her plan was to drive to her dad's, then try and work out how to find Francesca Alcaraz. This would be easier said than done, as she was one of those people with no social media, no digital footprint. People weren't even convinced if Francesca Alcaraz was her actual name. Even Jasmyn, who prided herself on being able to find out absolutely anything about anyone, was unable to find out anything useful about Francesca. From her dad's, she could at least have a proper shower. Her university flat only had one bathroom, which meant showering was impossible. She'd washed that morning with a flannel and some soap, but she still felt fairly unclean. She longed to feel the warm water from the shower, covering her naked body.
She snapped out of that daydream as her bladder twitched again, begging to be emptied. The traffic had slowed down again, and once again, the car ground to a halt. Realising it was unlikely she'd be moving for a minute or so, she pulled her handbrake up and took the opportunity to cross her legs, taking some pressure off her exhausted organ. Now busting for the loo, she considered her options. Option 1 was pulling up onto the hard shoulder and going there. That wasn't going to work; there were already police officers there talking to the owners of a Land Rover that had presumably broken down at the side. Option 2 wasn't really possible either, she'd had her car cleaned the other day so there was no receptacle that she'd easily be able to pee into. Both empty bottles she had in the car were way too small, and she didn't trust her aim, particularly when in a cramped car. Option 3 was more of a last resort - pissing herself.
After what felt like an age, Sophie had reached Hampstead, and somehow hadn't succumbed to Option 3 yet. That being said, it was going to come right down to the wire, as an intense wave of desperation reminded her once more how critical her situation was. Her left hand was pressed firmly against her pussy, all in the name of not wetting herself. Pulling onto the drive, she gasped as a small drop of wee escaped, dampening her middle finger slightly. Her dad was waiting by the front door for her, as always. Against her bladder's wishes, she adjusted her dress, and removed her hand slowly from her peehole. Her bursting organ threatened to leak some more in protest, but she managed to suppress it. Grabbing the keys from the ignition, she threw them to her dad.
"Can you get my bags, I'm about to wet myself," she asked, not waiting for a reply.
"Lovely to see you too," he replied, but she'd already darted upstairs, clutching herself. Another spurt of urine leaked out as she opened the door to her room, ready to find whatever she could to urinate into. She'd practically started pulling her knickers down when...
"You okay love?" a builder asked, stood next to his bemused colleague.
Sophie yelped in shock, quickly readjusting her dress, and it took everything in her power not to wee herself there and then. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. She'd completely forgot that the builders were about to finish renovating the upstairs.
"We'll be out of your hair soon darling, don't worry..." "That's fine, no rush," Sophie had already left the room, keen to find Plan B before the inevitable happened, when she came up with a plan.
"Ahhhhh, that's much better," Sophie lied as she headed back downstairs, her bladder still very much desperately full. Her dad passed her a cup of tea. "Tell you what though, I might just go for a quick shower before I drink this, feel very hot and sticky from the car, you know?"
"Ah I'm afraid you're going to have to wait, they've done some work in the shower but we can't use it for another four hours, otherwise the glue won't set properly or something." Sophie could have cried, her plans of doing a sneaky wee in the shower scuppered. A slither of urine ran down her legs, to remind her that the situation was now at a dangerous point.
Without thinking, she whispered "pause". Her dad froze in his place, giving her one minute to try and find somewhere to pee. She dashed outside, and round the side of the house, her bladder now uncontrollably pumping out urine. She didn't bother to take her panties off, instead letting the urine explode out of her and completely soak her underwear. She managed to get her dress out of the way of most of the damage, but her legs and feet were now covered in her piss. The relief was incredible, so much so that Sophie almost forgot where she was. She managed to avoid the temptation to touch herself, but fuck it felt so good. As her stream died down, she was interrupted by a cough.
"Excuse me, are you Sophie Hisgrove?" a police officer asked.
"Erm, I am yes," Sophie replied confused.
"Could you come with us? We have some questions we need to ask you." |
The thing about Ellen
Daniel’s phone rang yet again. Despite knowing he had a secretary way too many people felt it was now acceptable to call his work mobile. When those were first given out it was never meant to be like this but like everything things changed slowly and before you knew it the mobile was used far more than the office phone. Daniel slid to connect the call and put the iPhone to his ear.
Today it seemed everyone wanted a piece of him and this call was no exception. For the last hour now at least, and for weeks before too, thought to a lesser extent, everything was all about the ship. It was like that thing had miraculously reappeared from nowhere despite being the biggest cruise ship ever to be in the city and the first time ever one had been used to house refugees from a war. The last year for Daniel had been all about the 1300 people who suddenly needed accommodation now despite an acute shortage of properties available and a long list of people already in need before the refugees even arrived. Now suddenly it was like a hot potato and the press were publishing stories with a countdown to the contract ending and Daniel was being pressurised from every direction. He wasn’t the only housing officer for the city but the dock happened to be in the postcode he was allocated and therefore he was deemed the man of the moment.
If there’s one thing Daniel hated more than anything it was attention. Well attention from the wrong people anyway. Attention from a certain person was different, in fact attention from her was always the highlight of his day, but unfortunately this call wasn’t from Ellen Hemmingdale so Daniel continued with the call professionally and respectfully as he always did, discussing the issues of finding emergency accommodation for the 130 or so people still on board the cruise before the vessel sailed out of port. Councillors and politicians rarely understood the realities of his job but now more than ever explaining to them the finite available options verses the practicalities of the numbers and complexities of needs felt like trying to explain brain surgery to a two year old.
By the end of the call Daniel had paced the room at least twenty times. He sat down on his office chair and drank the remains of his iced water. The ice had long melted but at least the glass was still cold and the water still very much drinkable. Placing the empty glass back down Daniel crossed his ankles under his table. His mouth was so dry after the phone call but drinking that glass was otherwise the worst thing he could have done ever. He always finished sharp at 5pm. Always. He always drove home the same way and arrived home no later than 5:30. He always parked the car in the garage behind the house and always had to race inside via the back door and straight to the downstairs toilet.
Daniel needed privacy and living alone was perfect for that. Ever since starting high school and realising that there was always other boys in the toilets smoking, laughing, talking and carrying on Daniel had hated public toilets of any sort. The very thought of someone else hearing him urinate made him shudder. It only came a close second to having someone know he had to pee. That was so embarrassing and unnecessary. To Daniel it seemed an infringement, a sense of vulnerability he hated and so unprofessional. He was paid to work and breaks were used to eat and drink and catch up on things not stand in front of or sit on a toilet where others might see or hear you. So what if he came home absolutely bursting or spent the drive from the office or wherever clutching himself and fidgeting for dear life. As long as he was alone in his car or house that was fine. Just never, ever, in company.
Today was going to be much more of a problem though. He’d tried emailing all the relevant information ahead to the government representative. He’d outlined everything over and over by phone and he’d even tried getting his secretary to say he was busy, but nothing had worked and now Daniel felt overwhelming pressure to attend in person even though it was at 5:30pm when he would usually be home and relaxing (in more ways that one!). Daniel pushed the glass further away annoyed at himself now for drinking more when he had vowed to drink much less today in the hope he could manage his bodily needs longer than normal. He already felt a need to go and it was only 4:30.
By the time Daniel was in his car and heading to the hotel his bladder was so full his suit trousers felt tight around his waist. Daniel loosened his seatbelt to try and get comfortable and wriggled in the seat. He should have been minutes from home right now and his bladder knew it. The only thing keeping him going was the knowledge that Ellen Hemmingdale would be there. It was the sort of meeting she relished and thrived on. For her seeing the people who held the purse strings and who had real power was the greatest opportunity to get her causes known. She was a fighter for the cause for sure, an outgoing, feisty woman with the curviest most beautiful body and the personality to match.
Except he didn’t for a moment think she might ever seem interested in him. Who would be interested in stuffy, quiet, introverted Daniel who couldn’t even meet his own bodily needs for fear of embarrassment?
The thing about Ellen was she was out of his league and not someone who seemed to need a man in her life to complete her. No Ellen was self sufficient and though she always seemed happy to be working with him Daniel assumed this was simply professional and the fact he would do anything to help her. He’d move mountains for her if he could, but confide a secret in her? Now that was way too risky a matter indeed.
At least she was the first person he saw on arrival. That was one relief. Now to manage to hold back the other relief until the end of the meeting and the drive back home. Just bending over to sign in was hard enough let alone sitting through a long intense meeting full of politicians, councillors and colleagues like Ellen. Daniel smiled politely at Ellen as he stood back up before having a brief check of the reception area for a single cubicle private toilet he might need in an emergency. Not that he would ever dream of walking out such an important meeting. Since there wasn’t any visible toilet anyway that choice was not even an option any more anyway. |
The thing about sitting next to Daniel
Ellen followed behind Daniel into the large conference room where a number of other key people were already waiting. There were still 6 or 7 vacant seats but it seemed fitting and sensible that when Daniel pulled out a chair for himself that she would automatically sit beside him.
A few heads nodded in their direction but otherwise the room was hushed and the atmosphere tense. Ellen pulled out her iPad mini from her bag and placed it on the boardroom table. A number of families and clients from the ship had agreed to her taking photos of them to use as necessary in their desperate hope of securing somewhere to live. Many, if not all, had had numerous photos taken already on their journey so far and it always made Ellen wince thinking how vulnerable every single one of those refugees were. They trusted her and expected so much and while she tried to be realistic their panic and desperation always cut deep to her soul. ‘But for the grace of God go I’ always repeated in her head daily and pushed her to do more, be more, and want more. Her plan tonight was simply to attempt to cut through the bureaucracy and political agendas to the humanity within those in the room, though looking around right now she wasn’t sure how affective that plan might be. The solemn faces and stern eyes and official badges screamed anything but human kindness and grace.
Ellen looked through her photos and notes silently, all the time conscious of a soft shuffling beside her and a light tapping of someone’s foot close by. Swiping her iPad to get back to the home page quickly she looked up as a stern male voice commenced the meeting by making a formal welcome and quick introduction of everyone not by looking at them but by simply reading a list of names and positions from a screen. Not for the first time did Ellen find herself the only female in the room. She refused to be intimidated. There was too much at stake tonight.
After a very quick, but just as formal, background to why the meeting was taking place with references to things like ‘contractual obligation’, ‘legal duties’, ‘timely outcome’ and ending with ‘urgent operation’ Ellen felt like screaming already. Daniel seemed uncomfortable too as he changed position as if silently protesting at the impersonal nature of the whole affair too. Of course she already knew he wouldn’t speak up at such a moment but in private she knew none of those tones rang true for him.
Time dragged on as the next person, some other government representative of high esteem, outlined the background to the whole ‘problem’ with undertones of ‘things should never have got to this point ‘ and ‘someone is at fault here but it’s not us.’ That’s when Ellen noticed Daniel squirm even more. Had he already had dealing with this individual? Was he about to be steam rolled in the meeting in front of everyone? Instinctively Ellen felt protective of her workmate and under the huge heavy boardroom table she slid her hand onto his thigh and tapped it lightly in solidarity. They had worked together tirelessly for a year now to find housing for over 1100 people from single men to elderly couples to families with all sorts of complex and personal needs but yet all that was now being highlighted as a matter of almost disgust was the failure to ‘finish the job’ like this was about selling vegetables at a stall and not finding accommodations for refugees in a city with a massive shortage of housing.
While Daniel was silent Ellen could sense he was anything but comfortable. As a slide was suddenly shown Daniel looked towards it alongside Ellen, turning his whole body to the side and crossing his legs tightly with his back tense and straight as he now sat more in front of Ellen that to her side. Ellen had turned her own chair slightly and squinted over the taller Daniel to read what she could of the bullet point slide being projected by the current speaker. Like they were back in school or just training the slide was patronising, over simplified and down right insulting to Ellen as it listed so called ‘options available’ including social housing, housing associations, private rental, temporary accommodation and finally at the bottom the one Ellen knew was the killer point: other local authorities. In other words: just get them out of here and forget they even existed!
Ellen coughed and promptly poured herself a glass of iced water from the boardroom table as the final point was read out. Even from behind she could see Daniel was also clearly sweating too as beads of sweat nestled on the top of his white collar from the back of his neck. Worried about her friend and colleague she poured another glass of water and tapped Daniel on the shoulder to hand it to him as the male voice read through the slide further like those present were incapable of reading themselves.
The thing about meeting like these Ellen thought was that everyone seemed to have an agenda but few actually listened to anyone else. That was the thing about sitting next to Daniel though: at least he looked as uncomfortable and awkward about it all as she did. His body language was definitely screaming that he didn’t want to be there and Ellen couldn’t agree with him more right now. |
The thing about Daniel’s behaviour
It’s amazing how a meeting can unravel quickly when something unexpected happens. Ellen thought it might have been from her timely ‘cough’ or Daniel with his uncharacteristic shaky hands spilling a little of his glass of water she gave him, but the meeting quickly went from one person talking to Daniel suddenly standing up visibly embarrassed and putting his glass on the table before covering the front of his trousers with his hands and briskly heading towards the door. After that it all went rather chaotic and crazy as Ellen watched in shock as Daniel’s face became redder as he headed straight for the door.
What happened next Ellen wasn’t entirely sure but voices were raised, conversations became a rabble and Ellen felt compelled to make sure Daniel was alright. In the year of working with him closely never had he walked out like this or acted so strangely, and judging by the looks and shock of those in the room it seemed others felt the same. Leaving her iPad on the board table where she’d put it Ellen excused herself even though she knew it wouldn’t be heard over the commotion as she held onto the back of chairs as she made her way out of the room. She was sure she’d be right back and have to profusely apologise but the way her colleague had been acting she actually feared he might be unwell and about to vomit or something.
Heading immediately for the reception Ellen was determined to find Daniel but her search didn’t last long as she pushed the door to the reception area open only to see Daniel looking distressed and stressed talking quietly to the girl at the desk. Being the caring person she was she walked right over to them both to check that Daniel was ok. As she approached though Daniel bowed his head and leaned forward in a strange tense manner with one hand gripping the reception desk tightly and the other hand still covering the top of his thigh at the front. Fearing her friend was about to faint Ellen increased her pace until she was now standing right next to Daniel, instinctively putting an arm on his back to reassure him.
“Do you want a seat Daniel?’, she asked him quietly, but he didn’t reply. Looking towards the young receptionist for some sort of help Ellen caught her eye hoping for some answers. Had Daniel told her he felt sick or faint? Had he perhaps missed lunch and his blood sugar had dropped or was he just super embarrassed about spilling a little water on his grey suit trousers? Standing behind her desk looking at Daniel strangely the girl at least worked out that Ellen was keen to know what Daniel had just asked her and without taking her eyes off Daniel she spoke calmly and shyly.
“He just asked if we had a gents he could use.”
Knowing how reserved and professional Daniel was she assumed he simply wanted to clean his trousers up from the spill as Ellen continued staring at the receptionist waiting for more information. The receptionist, however, seemed more intent on staring at poor Daniel so Ellen abruptly disturbed her by asking loudly.
“And do you then?”
Daniel whimpered as he tried to stand upright still not giving Ellen eye contact.
“Just along from the coffee machine there.”
Not even wanting to talk to the receptionist any further Ellen hooked her arm through Daniel’s even though he still had his hand covering the front of his trousers. Marching him quickly like a teacher might march a child to the head teachers’s office she pulled him along as he kept his head down silently going along with her. Pushing the door to the gents open Ellen stood holding the door open with her ample body weight until Daniel was fully inside before she stepped out shaking her head a little in anger at the receptionist and disbelief at the level of needless embarrassment Daniel seemed to be experiencing over something she felt was rather trivial given the importance of the meeting they were here for.
Assuming he’d only be a few minutes using a hand dryer to dry off his clothing and knowing how embarrassed he’d be at returning to the meeting alone Ellen decided to risk waiting outside with the plan to make up some plausible excuse as to why they left and return to the meeting quickly and quietly together.
Standing outside the door waiting Ellen started thinking. The thing about Daniel’s behaviour tonight was it was so out of character for him, so unusual. Was it really all because he had spilled a little water or was there more going on she didn’t know about? The fidgeting in the seat, the sweating, the tenseness. Was he being bullied by someone in the meeting and he needed a breather? Did he spill the water deliberately to have a reason to leave? Maybe after the meeting she might get a moment to ask him. If not tonight she’d definitely check he was ok tomorrow at some point. It wasn’t making sense but for now she just wanted back to the meeting to get everything sorted for Oleksandr and the others on the cruise ship.
If only Daniel would hurry up! |
The thing about Ellen’s behaviour
Taking the glass from Ellen Daniel felt his hand shaking. That lapse of concentration required to take it and the slight turn of his body was more than he could bear as he felt himself shake a little in shock as his tightly held sphincter muscle gave in for a split second and he felt warm liquid leaking out. Unsure if his underwear had contained the leak or if anything was visible he suddenly placed the glass on the boardroom table and stood up instinctively, his face taut and his muscles clenched. Panicking he bolted towards the door knowing the inevitable was about to happen and his entire days worth of urine would explode out of his body via his manhood any second.
He briskly but clumsily walked right to the reception, sweat pouring down his back and heat penetrating every fibre of his body. The thought of actually having to ask a stranger where the gents was made him feel nauseous but the alternative of standing in drenched clothing horrified him even more. Unable to even stand up straight he gripped the reception desk tightly learning forward, his entire body so tightly clenched he daren’t lose concentration even for a moment. Clearing his throat to try and get the words out he quietly but desperately asked the young receptionist if they had a gents he could use.
This was beyond embarrassing for him and he dreaded the thought of returning to the meeting, especially facing Ellen. What must she think of him? Having barely been able to even sit still since arriving surely she’d know what had happened? That was his chances of ever asking her on a date or even working with her more gone for good now! The only saving grace right now, he thought, was that she hadn’t seen him in his current state, hadn’t witnessed him having to ask for a toilet, hadn’t known he’d already leaked a warm spurt of urine and any moment now would completely burst if this receptionist didn’t immediately answer him and direct him to the nearest loo!
Now trying to steady himself just long enough to work out where the coffee machine was to find the bathroom Daniel attempted to straighten up and let go of his crotch just enough to stagger to the gents. He just needed a second. Just a second, then he’d race as fast as he could into the bathroom praying he didn’t start urinating on route! Except before he could even stand upright and move he heard a door opening and footsteps coming towards him.
Somehow Daniel just knew exactly who it was even without raising his head. There was no one worse he could possibly imagine seeing him right now, but if he didn’t disappear into the toilet now then things would just get even worse, if that was possible! Trust Ellen to interfere, suggest he sat down and then even worse ask the receptionist what he wanted her for. Daniel was mortified, humiliated and broken and felt like crying as Ellen dragged him across the reception in full view of the receptionist like he was a misbehaving dog on a lead. Daniel wanted the ground to swallow him up or aliens to take him away, anything but be dragged publicly by a beautiful smart woman into a gents toilet in front of who knows who!
The only positive in an otherwise impossible situation was that right now he was finally in a toilet facing a row of urinals and two open cubicles. Not even waiting for the door to close Daniel limped into one of the cubicles kicking the door closed behind him. Undoing the clip of his suit trousers he grabbed the waistband of them and his underwear in one urgent grasp and yanked both down as he sat down exhausted, tucking his dark limp penis into the seat. He thought his muscles would instantly relax but instead he sat there gazing at the inside of the cubicle door trying to breathe until he felt calm enough to examine his clothing. Looking down at his boxer briefs he could see the front was noticeable wet and darker and as he pulled the underwear away from the trousers to check the damage there his muscles suddenly gave in and he found himself taking a deep breath and relaxing as his bladder steadily released a very long and very satisfying pee.
Rubbing his bladder and taking deep satisfying breaths of air Daniel allowed himself to treasure the moment. This was heavenly to him as he now realised just how tense, how stressed and more importantly how full he had actually been. As his flow began to slow finally he looked again at his suit trousers. Much to his horror the crotch area of his expensive grey suit trousers had a distinctive and very noticeable wet patch that made Daniel curse under his breath. Leaking on the way home in his car was one thing but right now he was out in public at a very important meeting and even worse his crush was there too. Taking a moment to work out his options Daniel sat in shock thinking.
This was all Ellen’s fault. The thing about her tonight was she was interfering, demanding, mothering and embarrassing! Had she not insisted on handing him a drink in the meeting he might have lasted to the end. Had she not came after him he could have been spared the current humiliation he felt. Had she not patted his back like a stray dog and dragged him across reception he wouldn’t be sitting here right now with wet underwear and trousers.
The thing about Ellen’s behaviour was that it drove him mad in more ways than one. One minute she made him want her so badly it hurt and the next she was the last person on earth he even wanted to see let alone kiss! Now he had to face her until at least the end of the meeting. They’d worked together was so long but after tonight he already knew that working together from now on would never be the same. He didn’t think he could even look her in the eye ever again! |
That evening: Daniel
Daniel tried to appease his conscience by fully engaging in the rest of the meeting even if talking in such settings wasn’t his most comfortable position. He wanted to do his best for the clients he supported but most of all he knew deep down he was somehow hoping to impress the powerhouse that sat silently beside him. He wasn’t used to Ellen being like this. Yes she needed to know that she couldn’t control everything and couldn’t always get her own way but maybe the humiliation in front of all his seniors had hurt her more than he’d realised? Still he was only doing his job, only trying to keep his pay cheque coming. Surely the budget was better spent supporting everyone to move on that keeping them indefinitely floating at sea with no permanent abode? In hindsight Archie Waters was right: they should have moved on the refugees before they ever became settled in the city. Now they were being ‘cruel to be kind’ to quote Archie’s saying earlier on the phone.
It didn’t take overly long to iron out the support package. Without emotional outbursts from a certain woman it was mostly a matter of costings, numbers and timings. When there’s a political push for something money seems to come from everywhere and this was very much the case here as Daniel soon realised. It was a political ‘elephant in the room’ that so many still remained on that ship and whatever it took to get them off would ultimately be paid for. Surely that had to at least be some solace to Ellen? Daniel turned to face her as a large amount of ‘resettlement’ budget was allocated but Ellen had her head down taking notes and seemed completely unaware of his presence right beside her. He longed to tap her shoulder just for some sort of response but decided against it. Hopefully he could at least talk to her soon.
As the final item on the agenda was finalised the meeting was concluded and Daniel turned to say goodbye to Ellen but she had her back to him and was already on her feet looking at the door. He could chase after her but it was late, he was hungry and if he was honest with himself he didn’t need any more drama tonight. As he put his own phone in his pocket and got ready to leave he couldn’t help but overhear a remark by one of the other men.
“Thank God she’s gone. I said she shouldn’t be invited didn’t I! Disgrace of a woman if you ask me. Doesn’t even dress appropriately either. I mean leggings for a meeting like this? If you are going to involve the voluntary sector next time Archie at least invite someone who knows how to behave in public! I have an 8 week old puppy at home that knows how to act in public better than she does! Geez please don’t tell me you minited any of her nonsense did you? It’ll only encourage her! I pity you having to work with the likes of that Danny. You have my sympathy lad!”
There was so much Daniel wanted to reply to that but he simply nodded and laughed awkwardly feeling so ashamed to be doing so. These people were his superiors and he had to respect them. It’s not like Ellen would ever know anyway. It wasn’t like he has said it. He’d just not challenged it that was all. What good would that have done anyway?
Driving home though the comment repeated over and over in Daniel’s mind. Was that really what his fellow council employees thought of Ellen? Sure she was emotional, passionate, feisty even, but she was every bit as professional and he had no right to mock her clothing. In fact as Daniel thought about what Ellen had been wearing he only just realised how lovely her long flowing top was, how it really accentuated her curves, how it matched the colour in her hazel eyes so brilliantly and highlighted the shades in her hair. As for her behaviour; yes she had become somewhat emotional in her speech but that was only because she cared. Comparing her to a puppy was horrible and left him feeling nauseous that he’d actually nodded when it was said.
Pulling another meal from the freezer at home that his mum had made he microwaved it thoroughly and sat down to eat. His mind was all over the place though and he accidentally dropped a small amount on his thigh as he cursed himself and looked for a cloth to clean himself up. Rubbing it with a damp cloth before it stained he had a flashback to drying the same area on the same leg earlier that evening while Ellen was, unbeknown to him at the time, waiting outside for him. Why had she left such an important meeting to her just because he had? Why had she waited for him to come out the toilets? She hadn’t spoken to him so it wasn’t that she wanted to tell him anything and she hadn’t seemed to have needed to leave herself?
As Daniel sipped his warm coffee he began thinking about it all. Could Ellen Hemmingdale actually like him? His mind raced back to so many occasions they’d worked together, so many cases they had collaborated on, so many meetings they had attended together. The thought of pissing her off now seemed unthinking, inexcusable. The mere idea of never seeing her number on his phone causing his heart to race or hearing her hearty laugh or watching her passionately fighting for what she believed in was unimaginable.
She’d probably be in bed by now but he owed her an explanation, an apology even and if he didn’t do something now he knew he never would. |
The thing about chatting to Daniel
Ellen waited for what seemed like ages staring at her phone screen wondering what was taking Daniel so long to reply. Debating to herself about heading upstairs she decided to wait just a few more minutes busying herself by gathering up her laundry and putting the washing machine on, tidying the kitchen and then washing her dishes. The latter one made her jig around quite a bit as she realised she really should run upstairs and wee at least but as she put the final mug on the drying board she heard her phone beep and dried her hands hurriedly to see what the text said.
“I know you want the best for the clients. Believe it or not we all want the same. There’s more going on than you are aware of though. You should have been told. I shouldn’t have been so harsh in the meeting though. Hope you are ok.”
Reading the text three times Ellen stood crossed legged thinking of a suitable reply. What hadn’t she been told and why? Was it anything to do with why Daniel suddenly left the meeting and then embarrassed her in front of everyone? Was it something to do with the clients on the cruise ship? Or something else altogether? There was no way she could just read a text like that and ignore it. She started texting back concentrating so much she hadn’t even realised she was squirming around in her own living room. She typed a few words then deleted them, then reworded it and started again, the whole time moving around constantly without even noticing she was doing it. She hadn’t even finished writing when she almost jumped out her skin as her phone rang and vibrated in her hand.
It was Daniel.
‘Hi’
‘Hi. You’re not in bed are you? I haven’t woken you up? It’s just I sent you that text and then thought that was…you know…just…”
“Going to intrigue me, annoy me, stress me? You pick Daniel. I mean what am I supposed to say to a text like that? So are you going to actually tell me whatever it is I am not meant to know or am I just meant to guess? What the blazes is this: a game of guess who? We’re not children Daniel. If theres something I need to know then what is it?”
“I…I’m…I’m not sure where to start.”
“How about starting by telling me why you ran out the meeting tonight? At you being bullied Daniel? I saw you sweating and squirming and looking uncomfortable. What’s going on?”
“Oh that. No. No. No-ones bullying me or anything like that. What makes you think that?”
“Then why did you run out like that? I thought you had spilled the water I gave you on your trousers but then that didn’t explain how you were at reception doubled over like that. Are you ill? You looked awful in that reception area. Is that what I don’t know about? You can tell me Daniel. I….I…I care about you. As…colleagues. I’ll understand if you are sick. Honestly I will.”
“God Ellen are you always like this? I’m not sick ok. And I’m not being bullied. It was just something….personal. Something personal that’s all.”
“And was this personal thing the reason you treated me like crap and silenced me too?”
“I didn’t treat you like crap Ellen. I wouldn’t do that. And no the…the personal thing was nothing to do with that. Nothing to do with it at all as a matter of fact.”
“Look Daniell we have worked together for over a year now. We have achieved more than either of us ever thought possible and though your boss Mr. Waters might say otherwise we have done way more than he ever thought we would. When those refugees arrived there was what? Something like 16 scatter flats available and a handful of local authority houses and hundreds of locals already fighting for those. Against all odds we have relocated hundreds and hundreds of foreigners, the vast majority in this city. We’v been through every imaginable emotion possible together and yet you can’t even tell me why you so abruptly and suddenly left the most important meting all year? Either you trust me Daniel or you don’t. It’s as simple as that.”
Ellen changed position on her couch for the third time since she’d been on the call. She really needed to use the loo badly but she couldn’t dare while on the phone to Daniel. It would be rude and she would be mortified if he heard her go. As soon as she’s heard why he left the meeting she’d run upstairs. If only he’d get to the bloody point!
“I do trust you Ellen. Look this is so embarrassing and you have to promise me you won’t ever tell anyone else ever ok?”
“Of course. I swear on my life. Now what is going on Daniel?”
“The reason I left the meeting so urgently was…oh God I can’t believe I am actually telling you this. It’s so embarrassing and humiliating. I’m not sick and I’m not being bullied. I just had to…”
Ellen waited as Daniel spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
“Piss.”
“What? You left to piss? And you couldn’t do that before it started? You couldn’t wait until it was over.”
Ellen could barely hear Daniel as his voice was barely legible like he was a million miles away.
“It was urgent. I hadn’t been all day ok!”
Ellen didn’t know wether to laugh or cry despite realising the irony that right that minute she was bursting herself as she pressed a hand between her legs and wriggled on the couch. She could feel her face burning, her heart beating faster, her body warming with desire as she thought back to how Daniel was in the meeting and realised that he was actually very desperate for the toilet. She didn’t know why but that thought did something for her and made Daniel so irresistible to her.
At least they were on a phone call so he couldn’t see her reaction nor the fact she couldn’t sit still at all as she rubbed her thigh wondering how to end the call as soon as possible. Sure there was still information she desperately wanted but her need to wee was stronger than ever and so she’s have to find the rest out later.
If only she could get Daniel to finish the call. |
Daniel reveals something to Ellen
Ellen was just about to end the call, her legs scissoring and her spare hand rubbing her aching bladder, when Daniel asked if she wanted to know what his text was about. Of course she wanted to know but right now just wasn’t a good time.
The tricky thing was she was loving hearing Daniel’s voice. In the full year of working together he’d only ever called her in a professional capacity and only ever in office hours. His calls were always very brief, to the point and functional. There had never once been even a text from him before, though she’d yearned for one for such a long time. She didn’t want to put him off or be rude to him, and given he had a history of getting right to the point with as few words as possible, Ellen agreed to hear him out, though she did comment that she hoped he wouldn’t be long. It was late after all so hopefully Daniel would just think she was tired.
“You know that what was discussed tonight wasn’t anything new don’t you?”
“Mmm. Go on.”
“I have had to give monthly updates to Archie with regards numbers still on the boat. It’s been monitored for ages. They knew that the numbers weren’t coming down quick enough so they were already looking at other options.”
Ellen felt so uncomfortable. So the whole idea of sending the refugees to other local authorities had been planned months ago without her knowing? Even worse Daniel knew about this but never once said? There was so so much she wanted to say right now and holding back was not in her make up. But Daniel was still talking and she was still wriggling on own couch, now kneeling on her foot trying not to make any noises that might alert Daniel to her stress.
“Meanwhile the government have been putting pressure on the other local authorities too. Theses been a lot of pressure being passed down really.”
Ellen had to but in.
“We could have found places here. We just needed more time. There’s houses being built all the time. I have ideas of working with house builders and landlords and then there’s the college moving to their new building soon so I was going to see what their plans were for their halls of residence. I just need more time Daniel. It’s wrong to keep moving vulnerable people around all the time. Surely you understand that?”
Eager to finish the call pronto and get upstairs to the loo Ellen decided to get off her couch and move to her stairs. At least then she was edging ever nearer her bathroom. She wanted to be there more than anything right now. She just needed to hang on a little bit longer now. Trying to get as comfy as possible on the hard staircase Ellen wedged her free hand between her legs and sat on it rocking from side to side on her wrist. It helped a little but she was absolutely bursting for a wee now and eager to be free to go.
“I know. It’s just…well one of the authorities has come back to us. That’s what the meeting was actually about but until it’s all confirmed they couldn’t actually say. It’s a whole tower block Ellen! Seriously! Two and three bedroom flats. A full tower block of them! Apparently it was due to be demolished but they have now decided to invest in the building instead and they are offering it to everyone still on the Adventurer II. That was why that resettlement figure was so high. Didn’t you think it was high? There’s gonna be a lot of publicity about this so they wanted to keep it hush until then. You understand that don’t you?”
“I understand this isn’t about what’s right for the refugees. This is just what makes the government look good isn’t it? Will this new local authority actually support these people or will they just be put into some dumping ground no-one else wanted and left to get on with it? Look Daniel I don’t mean to be rude or anything but I really need to do something else right now. I am not at all happy that none of this was discussed with me and I was left to attend a meeting totally in the dark. I won’t be taking this lightly. I am shocked that you of all people didn’t tell me any of this. I….I thought we were friends. Can we talk about this later?”
“That’s why I had to contact you. You have to believe me Ellen. I hated keeping this from you. Archie said he’d email you before the meeting but when I heard you cough when that slide went up and then when you started on about the refugees by name and…well that’s when I realised he hadn’t mailed you. I’m so sorry Ellen. I just couldn’t hear you going on any longer tonight knowing what I knew. I hope you understand. I know now probably isn’t the right time to say this but…”
“Jeez Daniel you choose your times don’t you! Look it’s been a very long day, I’m tired and to tell you the truth I was just on my way to the loo when you called me. If I don’t say goodnight in a minute I’ll be sitting here in a puddle . I’m serious about that by the way. Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Actually you can’t. That why I had to contact you tonight. I am on a training course all day tomorrow so unavailable I’m afraid. The thing is that I have been invited to go see the tower block on Monday morning. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”
Ellen was now standing right outside her bathroom door, her phone still to her ear while she struggled with her other hand to push open the door and get inside the bathroom. Her bladder was about to explode and if Daniel wasn’t going to say goodnight then she had no other choice now.
“Ellen?” You still there Ellen? So what do you think?………you ok there?” |
Ellen reveals something to Daniel
The guilt Daniel felt about keeping something from Ellen was heavy. He knew it was late and they both had work the next day but the more he thought about it the more he knew telling Ellen was the right thing. She should have been told by his superiors but he should have known not to trust them. If what Jasper had said in the meeting was any reflection on what his boss thought of Ellen then was it any wonder he hadn’t sent that email to her? He couldn’t do this to her any longer. She deserved better.
First though he was keen to know what she already knew. A quick statement implying there was more to the meeting than met the eye would hopefully be enough for Ellen to divulge what she was aware of and what she wasn’t. Unusually for Ellen she didn’t appear talkative though and instead she sounded more distracted or perhaps tired. Was she still angry at him for earlier or upset he’d called her? He hoped hearing what he had to say would go some way to smoothing things over.
When it appeared she knew nothing about the plan Daniel filled her in briefly, making sure she knew that this was out with his control and something he wasn’t even aware of himself until very recently either. He sighed with relief to himself when the fiery, impetuous Ellen ranted back in her usual style. He’d never tire of hearing her voice, working closely with her, having her on side. She was right, as always. Given more time it was inevitable the job would be finished but sometimes time just wasn’t in your favour. She’d understand that at some point, hopefully.
This was it now, he had to tell her but just picturing her right now in his mind he found the words so hard to get out. She had to be excited surely? In many ways this was like a dream come true for them both: They’d joked together almost a year ago that what they really needed, what the refugees really needed, was a full island of properties, or a full new build development. Their own community together where they could live, work and their children could go to school together. Where they had friends, a sense of community and a place to call home. Ok so a tower block wasn’t quite as idealistic as they both wanted but it was a practical and promising solution where they could all still be close together rather than feeling isolated alone. Ellen was bound to agree, right?
So caught up in his own thoughts Daniel took a good few seconds to process what Ellen had just said. She wasn’t at all buying this. She definitely wasn’t excited and to top it off she seemed extremely keen to get him off the phone! Daniel couldn’t leave things like this. He couldn’t. He had something more still to ask Ellen and it couldn’t wait.
What was that Ellen just said? She was on her way where? As Ellen’s voice continued in his ear Daniel felt his face warm and his skin go clammy. Had Ellen really just told him that she wanted the loo badly and if he didn’t end the call she’d be sitting in a puddle? That image, that thought, sent his hormones crazy. He’d never ever heard anyone being so candid about having to piss before. Sure he’d heard the odd colleague excuse themselves and back in his high school days he’d heard a few students say they needed the toilet, all of which still shocked him having been brought up that such things were never mentioned. This though was on another level. Ellen alway said things as they were, she called a spade a spade and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, but to actually say you were about to, you know what, well just the thought blew Daniel’s mind.
Daniel had to force himself to concentrate fearing Ellen would now just hang up the call. Of course he didn’t want that thing to happen that she’d said but he wouldn’t have another chance to speak to Ellen again and he was desperate to ask her something. Maybe if she actually saw the tower block herself she’d come around to the idea? His bosses might not see the issue with her hating the idea but Daniel knew better. Ellen was the key to getting the remaining passengers on the cruise ship to move into these properties and if she didn’t think it was right for them they wouldn’t go.
Terrified Ellen would now hate him for carrying on talking even after she’d clearly asked him to call another time because she had an urgent need to attend to, Daniel blurted out the fact he had a training course the next day and because it would then be the weekend and he was scheduled to meet his counterpart in the other local authority to view the tower block on Monday morning he needed to ask Ellen right now.
Daniel hadn’t expected an immediate answer but he didn’t expect what he heard either. His mind was going crazy hoping Ellen was ok and she hadn’t just hung up the phone. The silence might have only been about 30 seconds or so but it felt like an eternity to Daniel as sweat beads formed on his forehead and his skin prickled with tension and adrenaline. Was Ellen about to have another rant at him or would she agree to come? Daniel sat at his dining table waiting and listening. He could hear something at the other end of the phone but it was too faint to know what it was.
Instinctively he asked if Ellen was ok but there was no answer. Not even when he asked, yet again, if she wanted to come and see the tower block…
Then just as he was about to give up waiting Daniel heard something so clear, so loud, so shocking he had to reach out and hold his dining table to support himself. The sound was unmistakable. It was a sound that summed up Ellen Hemmingdale in every way possible: fierce, strong, unforgettable. A sound that stirred Daniel and made his body awaken like a sudden alarm had went off. A sound he felt he shouldn’t be listening to but yet he couldn’t pull himself away from. Time seemed to freeze as he sat there open mouthed, blushing, and most embarrassingly, getting very turned on too. Pushing down on the lump on his crotch to hide it even though he was alone Daniel realised he was actually shaking. Never in his whole life had he experienced anything like this.
As the sound slowly quieted and softened after what seemed like forever Daniel knew something had changed now. He’d never ever be able to see Ellen in the same way again. There was now an aura, a forceful attraction, an urgent desire for her that surpassed any crush he’d had on her before. In his 34 years of living he’d never felt such a longing for anyone like this before. Seeing Ellen’s face and body from now on would instantly draw him right back to this very moment, to hearing the sound of her urinating powerfully and so urgently. Oh God what if she now said yes to coming with him on Monday morning? Suddenly that might be the worst idea ever imaginable now Daniel felt as he sensed his erection grow stiffer and harder even while he heard a toilet flushing and a tap running.
He should hang up. That’s what the right thing to do was he realised as he willed his clammy hand to move the phone from his ear. Ellen might never know then that he’d heard what he’d heard. They’d pretend it never happened . All would be ok.
But it was too late for that now as Ellen’s voice came back on the line clearer, calmer and much more relaxed.
“Sorry about that Daniel. I was fidgeting all through the call and I couldn’t wait any longer. So what was that you were asking me? Oh yeah the tower block. I’m still not convinced about this but I owe it to Oleksandr and the others to at least look at every viable option. I guess it wouldn’t do any harm to come see it with you then. So where is it exactly?”
Struggling to even form a word now after what he’d just heard Ellen say Daniel ended the call not by actually answering Ellen’s question but by just saying he’d pick Ellen up in the car park at the port at 8:30am on Monday morning. He’d struggled to even get those words out. At least they seemed enough to satisfy Ellen tonight as she said goodnight and hung up leaving Daniel still sitting at his dining table trying to come down from the most erotic conversation he could ever imagined having in his life.
The thing about what Ellen Hemmingdale had just revealed to him was not only erotic and incredible but it changed everything for him. How could he ever see her and not think about tonight? Right now he couldn’t think of anything else. He knew he shouldn’t but he had to satisfy his own body by replaying the last ten minutes of that call over and over in his mind. He’d cum to thoughts of Ellen many times but this was a whole other level altogether. |
Ellen’s struggle
It wasn’t like she hadn’t politely said to Daniel that she needed to go. In fact she’d even spelled it out to him, but still he insisted on carrying on talking. What was she meant to do? She had tried to mute the phone but could she recall how to do it? Fidgeting with her short thin pyjama trousers and knickers at her ankles Ellen bit her lip and tensed every muscle her body possessed as she messed about with her phone trying urgently to mute the microphone. She’d done it one time before but now with her bladder spasms intensifying by the second and her urethra throbbing her brain just couldn’t for the life of her figure out what to do. Hovering above her toilet she could feel her body about to burst any second as she heard Daniel’s voice asking if she was ok and still blooming asking her if she wanted to come and see a flaming tower block! Had he any idea how much pressure she was under, how intense her urge to wee was? Did he ever listen to what she said?
Damn it there was no way she could get her shaking sweaty hands to get the phone to do what she wanted. Surely Daniel would hear she was struggling and in an impossible situation and have the decency to turn the phone away from his ear? He wasn’t the sort to ever mention it even if he did happen to hear anything. Daniel was too polite, too decent a man for that.
Shaking Ellen put the phone on the tiled floor as her larger bottom plopped onto the toilet with her legs straddling either side. Ellen could wait not a second longer as she tried positioning herself to aim her output towards the front of the toilet in the hope Daniel wouldn’t hear anything. As the tip of her urethra throbbed so hard it gave way to a cascade of liquid Ellen realised all attempts at being discreet and secret were off the cards now. But oh the sheer relief, the satisfaction of actually making it, the sense of utter relaxation and contentment she felt as her bladder voided itself suddenly and powerfully. Her face red with the exertion of holding so much for so long combined with the shame and embarrassment that there was no way Daniel could mistake what she was doing Ellen longed to hang up the call but right this minute she couldn’t move. It was akin to letting out a really long breath after holding your breath as long as you could. Her bladder had been at its absolute capacity and it wasn’t going to allow Ellen’s body to budge until it completed the task of emptying fully, however long that took.
Ellen was faced with a choice now as she finally finished her business, flushed the loo, and washed her hands. She could joke about what just happened, make light of it as if it were nothing, ignore it completely and pray Daniel didn’t comment, or thirdly comment quickly then carry on the conversation giving the impression neither of them were to mention it ever again. By the time she’d dried her hands and picked up her mobile she’d settled on the latter option finding herself agreeing to visit the tower block with Daniel, against her better judgment, just to end the call.
Shocked, exhausted and utterly mortified at herself Ellen laid on her bed trying to process all that had happened that evening. Staring at her ceiling she giggled like a child as the emotion of it all caught up with her. Had she really just had a call out of office hours from Daniel? Had she seriously been talking to him whilst squirming around her whole house jiggling and dancing and fidgeting like a nervous school child because she was too scared to risk asking him to call back so she could wee incase he didn’t do it? For a middle aged mature woman she thought herself rather immature and childish at times but goodness how fun it had been, how exciting, how tense, knowing she had this secret going on he didn’t know right until the end of the call when it became obvious. How ridiculous of her to actually wee so loudly knowing he was still on that phone! How would she face him on Monday morning now?
It wasn’t even just about the fact he’d heard her wee either. It was much much more than that. It was the intimacy of it, the private joke they now had between them, another thing connecting them that seemed to draw them together. She’d never dream of ever talking about it with him but it would always be there, a secret memory between them. Smiling to herself she eventually fell asleep, memories of times working with Daniel over the last year swirling around in her dreams.
Friday felt weird as Ellen headed to the charity office first thing. There was more to her work than simply finding accommodation for the refugees, though lately she had been very consumed by that. She still had to do her hours manning the phone lines like everyone else and as she made herself a cup of tea and said good morning to her colleagues she couldn’t help but think of Daniel and wonder what he was doing. Despite working with him so much over the last year when she wasn’t with him she’d rarely ever thought about him. She was a busy lady with plenty work to do and while his support was always useful it had been a professional relationship and nothing more. Now she wasn’t sure when exactly that had changed. It wasn’t even just last nights call either, nor the meeting earlier that evening.
She was definitely feeling something more towards him and that scared her. As she answered the first call that morning she vowed to make sure that Monday stayed professional between them at all times. It wasn’t that she didn’t want something more but experience had told her that wouldn’t be a wise idea at all. |
Daniel’s struggle
Waking up on Friday morning Daniel automatically went to put on his usual grey suit and a fresh crisp shirt. As always he’d hung his suit up the night before and now looking at it at eye level on the back of his bedroom door he noticed a mark on the front of the trousers at the crotch. Immediately recalling the incident at the meeting the evening before he placed the entire suit in a travel bag and put on smart black trousers with a cream shirt. He’d drop the suit into the dry cleaners tomorrow morning on his way to his mum’s.
It felt strange spending a full day in the council building as Daniel preferred spending some of his day meeting clients in their homes or visiting properties. Over the last few weeks he’d spent more hours on the cruise ship than anywhere else but this course was booked in months ago and one of those mandatory things he had to attend now and again. He hadn’t mentioned it to Ellen or anyone else because he didn’t feel the need. Daniel worked on a need to know basis only and since Ellen didn’t even work for the council there was no need for her to even know anything about it. He only told her last night to explain why he had contacted her at home in the first place. That was another thing he prided himself on: never contacting anyone about work things out with work hours. Having had a workaholic as a father growing up he saw directly how this impacted his family and ultimately, in Daniel’s mind at least, it was what lead to his dad having a heart attack and passing away.
Daniel was known as a hard worker, a quiet, studious man who spoke little but achieved a lot. He was smart, immaculately dressed and took a pride in his appearance. He was known as a steady pair of hands and responsible. He was a do-er, a man of great work ethic but definitely not a man to sit about all day drinking coffee wasting time. Unfortunately for Daniel that was exactly what it appeared everyone was doing on this course as he sat for hour after hour listening to someone drone on and on about how to use the new system and the importance of filling everything in correctly due to data protection. The trainer looked like he’d not long left high school and since Daniel had already trialled the new update nothing that was being said was new to him at all.
Daniel looked out the window letting his mind wander as the day dragged on. He thought about Monday hoping the dry cleaners would have his suit cleaned in time. He thought about his mum wondering how she was, but most of all he kept thinking about a certain woman who he was missing more than he ever thought possible. If only Ellen was sitting beside him right now with her beautiful curves, witty tongue and hearty laugh. The course would be much more interesting if she was here right now.
After work Daniel did his usual end of week housework priding himself on how spotless he kept his house. He pondered with the idea of going to the pub but decided he’d rather top up his oil and water in his car in preparation for Monday. He rarely drove any sort of distance in his car and he wanted to make sure nothing could go wrong. Whilst in the garage he decided to hoover and valet the inside too, after all it wasn’t everyday he got to have someone in the passenger seat either.
He spent his Saturday, as he always did, visiting his mum who insisted, as always, of giving him individual portions of home cooked meals to take away. He mowed her lawn, cleaned her bathroom and fixed a handle that was loose on a set of drawers in her room. She cooked him dinner and then he ordered her weeks groceries online for her to be delivered on the Monday afternoon.
They talked about the weather, current affairs, the people in his mum’s knitting group who Daniel felt he knew personally by now even though he’d never met them, and anything his mum wanted doing in the house. It was pleasant and ordinary but neither ever opened up about anything meaningful or personal. That was how it had always been. In the whole day he was at his mum’s he’d eat and drink, just as she did, but yet never once did either of them excuse themselves to visit the bathroom and never once did either of them just go without saying. It just wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t how things were done in his family.
It had always been that way. Even when he was younger and his mum would walk him home from school Daniel was never allowed to say he had to use the bathroom and he most definitely wasn’t expected to act like it. His mum was prim, quiet, respectful and strict. He was sent upstairs to change out his school clothes and only then could he use the toilet. He was then expected to come back downstairs for tea then go to boys brigade or watching TV or playing boxed games with his mum. Since his dad was never home and his mum was clearly lonely Daniel learnt just to go whenever he was allowed upstairs and just never ask. Many an evening he’d struggled through a long game of snakes and ladders or cards with his mum desperate to use the toilet and longing for bedtime. He eventually used to hint he had some homework or reading he had to do for the following day just so he could get away to piss.
Now as an adult he’d mostly got used to it. There were some Saturday’s he’d sit in the arm chair listening to his mum talking with his legs crossed longing for her to suggest it might be time he went home. Or he’d be washing the dishes for her struggling to stand still. He loved his mum but he always, always, loved the opportunity to get back home, and just as it was on work days, he would take the stairs two at a time breathlessly trying not to piss himself.
That Saturday was no different as he struggled to carry the bag full of meals to his car without showing his mum how urgently he needed to pee. She always stood at her door waving and he always waved back as he drove away. Then just out of sight he’d have to pinch his crotch or bounce in the seat and get home as quickly as possible.
Thankfully on a Sunday, alone all day p, he could actually pee freely whenever he wanted. Sunday was the day of rest from his struggles and why he never wanted that to change. |
The car journey begins: Ellen
Monday came all too quickly for Ellen as she noticed the rain out her bedroom window as she woke up. She tried so hard to stay strong, stay positive, but sometimes she felt more lonely than words could ever describe. Forcing herself to get up out of her comfortable bed she showered, washed her hair, attempted to style it as she blew it dry then made herself some tea and toast for breakfast.
She’s secretly hoped her manager might have vetoed today’s visit to the tower blocks when she told him on Friday at the office but instead he’d been thrilled and told Ellen he trusted her to represent the charity and he was keen to hear how it went. He added, in true Andrew style, that he wished there was the same enthusiasm from government to help the homeless locally and Ellen had agreed. A few of her colleagues had been just as frustrated as Andrew as word had spread at how many properties Ellen had secured for the refugee community when the same landlords and housing associations frequently claimed to have nothing available for local people. She knew having Daniel Omari working with her had been a major factor in her success and her colleagues knew it too. More than one of them had joked that they felt he had the hots for her but Ellen had found that hard to believe given how she looked compared to everyone else.
Putting on her brightest raincoat to cheer herself up and grabbing her umbrella she drove the all too familiar route to the city port. The sea mist and rain made looking for Daniel’s car hard but eventually she spotted him facing away from the cruise ship. Wondering if that had any significance she walked towards his car as he came out to open her door. Daniel’s car was immaculate inside like he’d just picked it up brand new from the showroom. That didn’t really surprise Ellen given how well presented Daniel always was himself. She so wanted to ask where they were going but felt awkward, especially so after Daniel’s arm had lightly rubbed her knee as he insisted on putting her coat at the footwell. Was that his way of implying she was too large? He wouldn’t be the first to think that that was for sure.
Ellen could feel her anxiety increasing after that. Enough was enough and she had to know where they were going now. Sitting in a car being driven by a suited male was bringing back memories she didn’t like one bit. Why did so many men feel it was ok to be so secretive about everything? Having learnt detective skills from a young age Ellen decided to look at the car satnav rather than ask Daniel. He’d had plenty opportunities to tell her where this tower block was and hadn’t so it was time to ask him directly. Doing a quick search on her phone Ellen was shocked and angry when google brought up Dundee as the location. That was what? One and a half to two hours away. Experience had taught Ellen that that could mean a whole different dialect and culture on top of not knowing anyone or how to get anywhere. She knew how that felt and hated it. While she’d never actually had a foster family in Dundee itself she’d had 12 addresses since she was 6, not including her current house or the friends and families sofas she’d slept on for years or her short time on the streets. Did Daniel have any idea of the stress moving that sort of distance away caused people? His sharp reply about the refugees having already moved from Ukraine told her most definitely didn’t.
Ellen gazed out the passenger window not wanting Daniel to see how frustrated she was. Like the many times she’d been driven to the next foster home by a social worker she knew logically that it had to happen but that didn’t stop her feeling like she’d failed herself and others yet again. She sensed an inevitability about it all that saddened her and broke her. Lost deep in thought she almost forgot Daniel was beside her until he muttered something about lorry drivers. Turning now to look at him she wondered if she would see him much if the tower block thing worked out. She’d been the only one on the team at the charity who volunteered to work with the refugees initially, though a few had since joined her, and prior to that she’d only ever known Daniel’s name as an email address at the council. With just weeks to go until the ship left port Ellen realised she’d actually miss seeing Daniel around. In recent weeks as the intensity of the countdown loomed, they had actually became closer as Ellen suddenly remembered his call on Friday night and the meeting beforehand.
She had at least another hour or more in the car with him so they may as well talk she decided. The silence wasn’t exactly relaxing and the radio was pretty rubbish too. Ellen decided to lighten the mood and get to know her work colleague more. They might work together but they didn’t really know much about each other at all. While Daniel speeded along the motorway she thought of something to ask him.
“So what made you want to become a housing officer then? Sorry I just thought we may as well get to know each other a bit more since we are alone for quite some time, don’t you? Oh and is that a new suit? You’ve only ever wore a grey one before, unless I’m mistaken?”
“I did a degree in economics. The council had an undergraduate apprenticeship program. It just kind of happened I guess. And the dry cleaners messed up. My grey suit wasn’t ready in time.”
Trying to keep the conversation going despite Daniel’s brief replies Ellen carried on talking.
“Dry cleaners! Wow. I guess that’s the first they have let you down since it’s all I have ever seen you wearing. Could you not have just put it in the washing machine?. Not that I’m saying I don’t like the grey…”
“It’s not machine washable. Too expensive for that and the trousers had a…a mark on them.I would wear this one more often but it’s not as easy to keep clean being so light.”
Ellen looked closer at Daniel’s suit allowing her eyes to wander from his chest to his upper legs before suddenly recalling what the ‘mark’ might have been on his other trousers. How had she forgotten about that? She had to admit he looked incredible in beige as she blushed a little as she recalled seeing Daniel last Friday at the meeting. He might be frustrating, annoying and elusive at times but she had to admit he was a handsome man who she’d love to have some fun with. If only he’d relax a bit and chill. If only he wasn’t so formal. |
Tea with Daniel
Hearing Daniel’s phone ring Ellen sat quietly feeling embarrassed to hear the call. Although he didn’t say much Daniel seemed nervous taking the call with her in the car. Hearing the news of the delayed meeting first hand Ellen hoped the time would go quickly. Obviously it wasn’t Daniel’s fault that everything was delayed but right now 2:30 seemed forever away There was no use bemoaning though as neither of them could do anything about it. They may as well make the most of it she figured as she was at least grateful they could now stop for a cuppa. With the rain still drizzling the car was hot with the heater on continuously and combined with her nervousness at being alone with Daniel she now felt parched. Suggesting it to Daniel she was happy to see him move lanes and indicate to come off at the next roundabout.
Having not really noticed before that they were actually on the A9 and not a motorway Ellen was shocked at what she saw. Expecting a full parking area and a building with various amenities inside what they actually drove into was a glorified petrol station with an attached shop. They didn’t need to even exit the car to realise that there was no coffee shop around. There was a travel lodge hotel and some sort of restaurant but it wasn’t until Daniel spoke that Ellen even saw the McDonald’s.
“Looks like that’s your only choice I think.”
“Oh. Not my favourite place for a cuppa but I’m sure it will do.”
Ellen sat patiently while Daniel carried on driving slowly towards the restaurant navigating around the small car park before finding himself somehow in the drive through lane. Ellen wasn’t sure if that was deliberate but she didn’t feel she could ask. At least she was getting a drink which she so desperately wanted. There was only one car in front of them and before she knew it a voice asked if they could help them.
“A tea and a latte please.”
Ellen leaned forward to get her purse out of her handbag at her feet but Daniel had paid before she even got her purse out.
“What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. Call it my apology for not telling you where the tower block was before this morning.”
Daniel handed Ellen the drinks with a wink as he preceded to park the car and turn the engine off. Ellen then handed him his drink and thanked him, noticing that he seemed somewhat more relaxed now as he unfastened his seatbelt and took a sip of his drink.
“We’ve only got another half an hour to go now.”
“Only? You make it sound like Dundee is just next door to Glasgow not, what, 70 odd miles away.”
“It’s not far.”
“Greenock’s not far, Paisley’s not far. Even Cumbernauld isn’t too far. But Dundee? It’s the other side of the country! You reckon young Taras can commute from Dundee to Glasgow for college every day then? What about Myroslava and her part time job cleaning? How is she meant to get to work from Dundee and still get back for Katrya getting out from school? And Inna has just heard back about getting Ihor in nursery part time now he’s just turned two. She was showing me the letter just yesterday. You try telling them that Dundee isn’t far Daniel.”
“Inna showed you a letter yesterday?”
Ellen could feel Daniel looking at her intensely as she sipped her hot tea. What did it matter to him anyway? He clearly didn’t care for those people like she did.
“Actually for your information yes. It was Ihor’s birthday and Inna invited me to celebrate with them.”
Ellen turned to face Daniel who was looking at her wide eyed like she’d said something so strange to him.
“It was actually lovely Daniel. Really lovely. Hearing them all singing in Ukrainian, dancing to their music and eating their own traditional foods. It wasn’t like the birthday parties of the kids here with entertainers and party bags and all that it was like…like one big family I suppose. All coming together in support and celebration of a little two year old they have all watched crawl for the first time then take his first steps and say his first words. It was so moving really. They’re amazing people really. Truly amazing.”
Still looking at her closely, more relaxed and curious now Ellen couldn’t help but notice that Daniel seemed different now they were in a car drinking beverages miles from home. Even though he was clearly still in a formal suit he seemed somehow less formal, more human, but then he furrowed his brow and spoke.
“Don’t you ever think you are too attached to them though? I know your job is to support them but don’t you feel you’ve perhaps…I don’t know…maybe stopped looking objectively at things because you have become friends with them all?”
Ellen paused for thought taking another sip of her tea as Daniel sipped his coffee almost in unison.
“It’s just who I am Daniel.”
“I know. It’s quite….endearing in a way.”
Ellen looked out the front window of the car wondering what to make of that. What did Daniel mean? Was he humouring her or did he actually like her? This was all so strange, so unreal. Struggling to know what to say now she decided to remain quiet as she felt her cheeks redden a little. After a minute, which actually seemed so much longer, Daniel spoke again, this time not actually looking at her.
“Sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“It’s fine. I just…well I always thought you hated the fact I was close to them all. You always look away from me when I mention them by name or share personal news from any of them. I assumed you found it unprofessional or something. You know something? There’s a few of the community on that cruise who don’t even know your name! I mean we’ve been working to secure housing for them all for a full 12 months now and some don’t even know who you are? Does that shock you Daniel?”
“No. Not really.”
“Well it shocked me when I mentioned you to Taras and Vladislav and they looked at me like they had no idea when I was talking about. Oh by the way you do know they are now official? They were holding hand’s yesterday at the party and had arms around each other. So sweet.”
“Official? Which ones are they again?”
“You know Taras: 23 year old, blond lad. Plays the guitar? I always thought he was gay but you don’t mention these things do you? Vladislav…you might not remember him. Think he was one of the much earlier ones we found a place for. He started at Glasgow college of Art and we got him into the student accommodation from memory. Lovely lad.”
Ellen felt relaxed talking about the refugees. She couldn’t help but smile whenever she thought of them all. Smiling she turned to face Daniel who had turned to look at her too. For once he was smiling too as he took a gulp of his coffee and Ellen noticed his eyes shining over the cardboard takeaway cup. Pulling his cup from his lips Ellen couldn’t help but giggle as her eyes were drawn to Daniel’s face.
“What?”
“I take it you took the lid off?”
Sitting so close to Daniel Ellen could feel his cheeks warming like he was blushing, though being darker skinned he hid it easily.
“Yes. Why?”
“You’ve got a latte moustache. Here let me get it for you.” |
Coffee in the car with Ellen
Pulling off the roundabout Daniel drew into the fuel station looking everywhere for the services. Slowing right into first gear he spotted a restaurant in the distance and a budget hotel but other than the convenience store attached to the fuel station the only other building was a small McDonald’s. It looked old and worn and Daniel imagined the inside to be dated and dirty. Following the signs to the drive-through he navigated the tiny car park before ordering the drinks and paying by card. He rarely carried cash so definitely didn’t want any money from Ellen. Not that her tea even cost much anyway.
Finding the quietest spot to park in he took his drink from Ellen and unbuckled his belt. Before turning the engine off he lowered the front windows just enough to prevent the windscreen misting over fully. The latte was surprisingly good but the company was even better. Breaking the silence he commented that they were close to their destination now and he smiled as Ellen responded in her all too familiar way. She seemed to think Dundee was Australia or something the way she was going on. She also seemed to forget the ship was never a permanent abode and that everyone would have to move on sooner or later. If they’d got jobs or started education then then wasn’t his problem. It was as it was and that was it.
Then Ellen mentioned a letter from one of them. Did she just say she saw it yesterday? But that was Sunday? Asking Ellen to clarify Daniel realised he wasn’t at all surprised at the fact Ellen had been invited to a party on board the Adventurer II. Looking at her closely as she animatedly spoke about the party and people on the ship Daniel couldn’t help but gaze at her sparking eyes and her glowing complexion. How had he not seen before how special Ellen really was? She’d started exactly like him, a total stranger, tasked with the job of securing accommodation for people who didn’t speak English, didn’t know Scotland at all and who had just fled from a war hundreds of miles away, traumatised and most only possessing the clothes they had on. Within weeks she was rattling off names from over 1300 people like they were her best friends and recalling everything about them. That was a true gift if ever there was one.
Feeling he was suddenly getting very attracted and attached to his colleague Daniel commented back to Ellen, though he was talking about himself in many ways too.
“Don’t you ever think you are too attached to them though? I know your job is to support them but don’t you feel you’ve perhaps…I don’t know…maybe stopped looking objectively at things because you have become friends with them all?”
Daniel took a sip of his coffee. Yes he was referring to Ellen but his own words also applied to him now too. Was he getting too attached to Ellen? He couldn’t help it. This was a dream come true to be alone with her and while there was definitely an awkwardness between them there was clearly something more there too. He had to look at Ellen again. He had to. She just looked so beautiful.
Her reply was more than Daniel could cope with when she casually said with a little shrug,
“It’s just who I am Daniel.”
At that Daniel had to suddenly look away. If he hadn’t of done so he was sure he would have kissed her and that risked far too much right now. Maybe after the deal for the tower block was signed but not before. Definitely not before.
But his mouth didn’t seem to get that message as he blurted out just a fraction of what he was truly thinking. As soon as the word ‘endearing’ was out his mouth he stared out of the slightly misty windscreen wanting to scream. Had he ruined everything? The silence was unbearable. Drinking more coffee to distract himself and calm his nerves he cleared his through and apologised quietly.
Phew! It looked like Ellen had assumed he’d meant just about her talking about the refugees and not her personally. She was back to going on about then again like they were her best friends. So they didn’t know who he was? Why would he care? Maybe it was safe to look at her in the eye again? Feeling more relaxed now that Ellen seemed ok Daniel took the lid off his latte, swirled the remaining liquid then downed the lot in one go putting the empty cup in the cup holder between the seats where Ellen had already put hers. Looking at Ellen again now he wanted to laugh. He felt free being with her, more relaxed than ever.
It was actually Ellen who laughed though as Daniel narrowed his eyes playfully as if asking what was so funny. Trying to make out what Ellen was saying was hard as her lips drew him and mesmerised him. It was something about his latte though. Then she bend down looking into her handbag as Daniel stared at her captivated by her large breasts that now touched her thighs as she bent forward. She was everything he wanted and so much more besides, but he had to stay professional.
How was he meant to be touched on his face by such a beautiful curvy woman and not kiss her? Daniel’s self control eluded him as Ellen’s face drew nearer and her warm fingers dabbed the sensitive area around his upper lip. Bending forwards slightly to help her reach the glow in Ellen’s eyes drew him, her body pulled him, her lips enticed him until he couldn’t help but reach up and hold the hand Ellen had just used to touch his tips with a tissue as their faces were so close he could feel Ellen’s warm breath on his cheek. Just a centimetre more and their lips could touch. He paused for a fraction of a second taking in every detail of Ellen’s face, studying her brown eyes, staring at her in wonder. If Ellen pulled away right now he’d know she didn’t feel the same. This would be nothing more than a close call.
But Ellen didn’t pull away as Daniel bridged the tiny gap tentatively until his lips brushed Ellen’s ever so sensitively, ever so gently. Ellen gently let his hand go like she was about to possibly push him away. Daniel’s heart beat loudly as adrenaline raced through every vein in his body. Moving his lips just a little he suddenly felt warm and giddy as Ellen placed her hands on the back of his head and pursed her lips more against his: Closer, tighter, more enthusiastically, more passionately than he dared to believe.
God this felt amazing, sexy, frightening. This was much more than he dreamt possibly as neither hurried to let go. Embracing the moment for as long as it took Daniel wanted time to stand still. Ellen seemed in no hurry to break away either but as his lips tingled and warmed more than he’d ever felt before Daniel longed to have just another look at Ellen. Slowly pulling away but waiting for Ellen’s hand to come back so he could touch it again he let his fingers hold on where his mouth still wanted to. If only they weren’t in a McDonald’s car park at Broxden services. He was ready and oh so willing for more but now just wasn’t the time. |
After the kiss: Ellen
Searching for a tissue in her bag by her feet Ellen could sense Daniel’s eyes on her. He was still looking directly at her as she leaned nearer him to clean his mouth. His cheeks glowed and his eyes sparkled and Ellen felt shivers down her back. A foreboding feeling washed over her as her heart raced and her hand moved ever closer to Daniel’s mouth. She just couldn’t quite reach but then Daniel leaned ever closer to the point she could smell his breath as she gently dabbed his upper lip to clean it. The white milk particles twinkled in the light of the car against his dark skin making it easier to see. As she carefully wiped the last spot away and removed her arm Daniel grabbed it, not forcefully just gently and calmly. Feeling his hands touching her skin felt like electricity running through her as their eyes locked intently and their faces seemed destined to collide.
Time seemed to freeze as Ellen watched Daniel’s deep green eyes study her face carefully. She wanted to giggle, to squeal with delight, but instead she couldn’t take her eyes off the man right beside her who she’d wanted for so so long. Millimetre by millimetre she could sense they were still getting closer to each other when suddenly she felt her lips quivering and tingling as Daniel’s lips touched hers. It was just a tiny touch but her body craved so much more. It was now or never she felt as she let her arm slip away from Daniel’s grip so she could hold Daniel’s neck instead. There was no way he was getting away. If he thought that little brush was enough he was sadly mistaken! Feeling the hairs on his warm neck Ellen feel thrilled, excited, and elated as she drew Daniel’s face even closer to her as their lips joined as one, their tongues meeting and greeting each other excitedly.
Ellen explored Daniel’s mouth and lips like this was the one and only time she might get to do so. She planned to remember this for forever, treasure every sensation and emotion, see what movements made Daniel flinch, show him she was special. Despite getting less oxygen in her lungs as their mouths sealed together she didn’t want to be the one who pulled away first. Terrified this might be the last time she ever got to kiss Daniel she was determined to make it last as long as she could. Finally Daniel pulled back gently but as he reached out for her hand as her arms dropped away from his neck Ellen knew that he had clearly enjoyed what had happened. Still looking at him, his lips now puffy and bright red and his cheeks darker than usual Ellen had the biggest smile ever. This wasn’t what she’d planned but now what did they do?
Not wanting to spoil the moment Ellen sat there quietly with Daniel’s hand still holding hers. They didn’t have to leave just yet but she needed processing time, time to allow the adrenaline to calm, time to figure out where they go from here. Thinking allowed her words came out before she’d even realised.
“So….where do we go from here then?”
“I was thinking Dundee? I heard there was this tower block that was worth seeing. What’ya reckon?”
Ellen smiled. As places to go to on a damp Monday morning went it wasn’t her first choice but since they were nearly there then why not. At least now she’d have time to check the area out more before the meeting which was a huge positive. There was no way she’d send any of the refugees this far to live without knowing for certain they had access to the supper they needed and the amenities in the area were suitable.
“Sounds good to me too.”
And at that Daniel gave Ellen one last stroke on her hand before turning and doing up his seatbelt and starting the car engine. The rain was finally getting lighter and the sun was doing it’s best to peek through the clouds as they drove along the A90 seeing signs for Dundee ahead. The closer they came to the city the more the satnav seemed to awaken from slumber. The city centre was busier than Ellen expected but the directions were clear and within minutes of seeing the sign for the city of Dundee they were parked up in a empty car park facing a 12 storey tower block which with security fencing all around it.
“So this is it then?”
“According to the sat nav.”
Ellen was itching to see it and with the rain now stopped she opened her door to get out hoping Daniel would follow. At first her legs felt wobbly but the cool air and her curiously soon send blood rushing to her legs and feet to steady herself quickly. Gazing up at the tall white building with rows and rows of windows and small balconies Ellen suddenly felt tiny. Could she actually imagine Oleksandr and his family, or Myroslava and Katrya living here? It was a vast imposing building but, as Daniel had very stubbornly pointed out, they would be close to each other at least and not sprawled all over Glasgow and beyond. Seeing it in the flesh now the realisation that this very building might mean that finally every refugee would be housed and off the cruise ship and have a place to call home sent shivers of excitement through Ellen’s body.
Turning to see if Daniel was around Ellen saw the empty car and wished she’d put her anorak on. The breeze from the high location was making her chilly despite the clouds beginning to part and the cold air was going right through her body making her aware that she needed a wee. That tea earlier wasn’t helping matters one bit. She did love a good cuppa but it had a terrible habit of running through her quickly. Seeing Daniel coming from around the fencing she wondered if she should mention it to him. Maybe there was a pub nearby that was open soon? Or a supermarket even? She looked up at the tall distinctive building again as Daniel came closer. She’d be ok for a bit but it would definitely be wiser to start looking for a loo sooner rather than later. |
After the kiss: Daniel
Logic told Daniel he had to let go of Ellen but his heart wasn’t wanting to listen. He’d kissed a few ladies in his time but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared in any way to what he’d just experienced. His whole body was alert and eager to go as he looked out the front windscreen away from Ellen just to try and calm down his hard manhood and his racing heart. The silence now wasn’t like the silence earlier. Now it was peaceful, relaxing, with neither of them wanting to spoil the tranquility of the moment.
Then Ellen said something. It was quiet but Daniel smiled on hearing her voice. Assuming she was hinting at getting back on the road he played along as he restarted the engine and drove back onto the A90. The sun was now burning it’s way through the cloud and Daniel had to concentrate to see on the fast road. Already there were signs to Dundee and he was so relieved when the satnav began directing again after a period of silence. Listening careful as the city traffic built up quickly he was shocked at just how close the final destination was. Pulling up to an empty car park he reversed into a space so both he and Ellen could see the vast building in front of them clearly. A portion of the car park was unusable due to high security fencing all around the building. Signs were attached to the fencing alerting everyone to the danger of entering and Daniel saw what he thought might be a sign saying the building was due to be demolished, though from inside the car he couldn’t make it out fully.
Ellen opened her door quickly and Daniel followed right after, glad to be stretching his legs after sitting for so long. Despite liaising with his counterpart in Dundee for a few days he realised now how little he actually knew about where they were. Keen to have a nosy he closed the car door and buzzed it to lock then walked around the building a bit to explore. He was right in thinking the sign was about the building being demolished but there was also signs of more recent work with fresh paint on the main entrance door and a new looking sign on the entrance. Walking back towards Ellen, who was still gazing at the building deep in thought, he checked his watch for the time. It was only just coming up for 11am which meant they still had hours yet before they were due to meet the housing officer, the contractor and whoever else had been invited along.
“So…what do you think? I had a wee walk about and it looks like there’s at least one other tower block behind. I wonder what the plans are for that. You want to come see?”
Daniel put his hand out towards Ellen unsure if she’d take it or not. Sure they had kissed but neither had agreed or discussed the matter and if that meant anything or if it was just a ‘one off’. He desperately hoped Ellen felt the same as he did, and going by how she had kissed him he was pretty sure she did, but he knew enough to never assume. Either Ellen never saw his hand or didn’t want to take it but she did at least follow him as they walked together around the side of the huge building seeing another identical building behind it. Still walking they passed that to see yet another identical tower block again. Wondering by now how many there were Daniel was relieved to see that the fourth one was the last as they walked around the back of that one and past the others back towards the car. There was an eeriness about the area with no one around. There were four story tenement flats facing the towers but the other sides were completely exposed. Daniel could only imagine how incredible the views might be from the top floors as they paused to look one more time at Tulloch Court before turning to go back to the car.
They hadn’t reached the car when Ellen spoke.
“Do you know this area at all Daniel?”
“No sorry. This is my first time ever in Dundee.”
“I guessed as much. I don’t think we are too far from the city centre going by the signs we saw coming here. You fancy going exploring a bit to see what’s around? Maybe find a supermarket or something?”
“I guess the sat nav might tell us that much.”
“I was thinking of walking? Maybe we could ask someone if we see anyone? I’d like to know what’s nearby if we are seriously thinking of bringing a cruise ship full of people to live here. It’s not like I can say to Oleksandr that you take the A whatever road to such and such a junction the take the whatever turning. There’s not one of them has a car remember.”
“You have a point I guess, but as long as we don’t get lost. I ain’t wanting any of those towers being demolished anywhere near my Audi.”
Daniel wasn’t sure what to make of Ellen’s chuckle as he realised she’d walked ahead and he sped up to catch her. Noticing she seemed to shiver slightly as a menacing cloud moved to cover the sun again he touched her arm gently to get her attention.
“You sure you don’t want to go in the car? At least let me get your anorak. It’s not looking too promising with that cloud again.”
“I’m hoping there’s maybe an indoor shopping centre or something but I guess my anorak world be wise. That’s if you don’t mind?”
Daniel realised as Ellen stood where she was that she really didn’t want to use the car so he walked back alone to pick up her anorak hoping in fact that they didn’t find an indoor mall or supermarket. The last thing he wanted to do for a few hours was trail round shops. He’d much rather have some alone time with Ellen, perhaps a nice lunch somewhere even. He just hoped they saw a restaurant on the way. He’d even settle for a little cafe right now, especially if the rain started up again. He’s still hadn’t had a chance to pick up his grey suit from the dry cleaners and the idea of his beige suit getting wet anywhere at all stressed him greatly. |
Time alone with Daniel
Ellen was so glad to see Daniel coming from the side of the tower block. Although she had no idea what direction to go in she hoped they could explore on foot a bit so she at least had a chance to find a loo she could use without the embarrassment of having to ask Daniel to stop the car. Lost in her own thoughts she suddenly realised Daniel was walking away again so she quickly followed him not wanting to stand alone exposed in an unfamiliar area miles from home. Daniel seemed different here, more relaxed, more curious than she’d known him before. Was this how he was outside of the work environment? Ellen followed as they walked past three other huge tower blocks all identical to Tulloch Court, all surrounded by security fences and signs warning people to keep away.
At least the walking was helping her need to wee which Ellen was glad of. Arriving back where they started Ellen had a thought: maybe Daniel actually knew the area and had some idea where there was an indoor shopping centre or maybe a supermarket. Either of those ought to have loos Ellen thought. Her disappointment was palpable as Daniel confirmed the worst: he had never been to Dundee before and knew as much as she did, which was nothing. The problem was Daniel was too reliant on technology clearly and was way too eager to use his sat nav. Ellen was surprised he didn’t suggest searching on google but she wasn’t even going to mention that one!
She had to think of a plausible reason not to drive and the first thing she thought of was that none of the remaining refugees owned a car so exploring on foot would mean they could help them navigate if they moved here. It took all her powers of persuasion to get Daniel inside and even then he went on about getting her coat incase in rained. Waiting patiently until Daniel came back Ellen looked around for any hint to how to get into the city. Maybe a street name like Dundee street, or a bus going to the city, anything that might somehow take her anywhere with a public bathroom.
As Daniel finally reached her, insisting he help her put on her jacket, he reached out to take her hand. Ellen took it smiling not wanting Daniel to know anything about her growing bladder issue. As his warm hand grasped hers Ellen tried to wipe away memories of two night ago when the same man had been on the phone to her while she’s been bursting for a wee. Neither of them had dared ever mention it since but the tingling in her breasts and vagina reminded her only too obviously how thrilling it had been. Seeing a couple of cars head left Ellen guided Daniel to walk in that direction. By some miracle she hoped the were heading into the city and not away from it, but since there was no other way of knowing for sure she kept looking all around still in the hope of maybe seeing someone to ask.
The road they were on had a few shops on like an hairdressers and a small convenience store and looked promising at least. Then just as they were waiting to cross a main road towards some open grassy area Daniel spotted an older man walking a small dog. Suggesting they maybe ask him Ellen jumped at the chance walking towards him quickly to avoid losing him.
“Excuse me please sir. We are new to the area and wondering if you could maybe direct us please. We are looking for the city centre, perhaps an indoor shopping centre if there is any or perhaps if there’s a local supermarket?”
“Or a nice restaurant nearby?”
Ellen was shocked at Daniel’s voice, though the sudden thought that a restaurant would definitively have loos made her smile. Why hadn’t she thought of that before?
“Acht I’m afraid you’re heading the wrong way for all that. The city is back that way. See those towers there? Well you head back to there for starters.”
“That’s exactly where we came from!”
Ellen looked at Daniel trying to hide her frustration. Just let the guy finish what he’s saying she silently thought because as time was going on so was her need growing steadily. She wasn’t bursting yet but since they now had to head back before they could walk further to the city again things weren’t looking too good. True enough Daniel’s interruption caused exactly what Ellen feared! Now the man with the dog was asking about why they were at the towers! Surely to goodness Daniel wouldn’t say?
“What you doing at the towers? You want to watch out being there. They’re knocking them down next week. The schools are getting the kids to come see it and everything.”
“What? All four of them?”
“I think so. That’s what I heard anyway. Shame really. Saidie and I loved living there. No view quite like it.”
Despite herself and her human need Ellen was curious now. Surely at least one of the towers was staying up? If not what had they even wasted their time coming all this way for? This gent had seemed local and her suspicions had now proved right. Not only could he help them find a supermarket or shopping centre or restaurant, with of course some facilities, but he could also tell them what living in the tower block was like and give her some idea of what the area was like.
“That must feel strange your old home getting demolished. I suppose they must have been run down or all graffiti inside and stuff. Not really comfortable really?”
“Oh God no hen! They’ve gone downhill in recent years mind what with antisocial behaviour and crime and that. They put the wrong mob in you see. We got out before all that mind but cracking flats them were. Big rooms, great view. Tons of potential. And warm. We were floor 9 and all that heat rising was great in winter. Perfect location too what with the new community centre just down here and the two brand new schools now too. Dead handy for the city too. You just went the wrong way that’s all. You head back to them flats doll but stay on this street like. Cross the road and you’ll see the entrance to Wellgate shopping centre. Loads in there like. There’s a couple of places to eat too. The usual things like kfc and stuff. It’s no bad really. If you walk through there and come out the bottom doors you’ve got loads more shops again. No much of a walk at aw.”
“Is there anything, you know, more refined at all? Anywhere you recommend for a nice lunch while we’re here?”
“Mmm. You look like you’re more of the Bach kinda guy. Or maybe the Barrelman. Aye. Head down this street like a said right? Then instead of going into Wellgate take a right and follow meadowgate road down past Conroe’s pub and past the art gallery and you’ll see The Bach and The Barrelman. Expensive mind but if that’s your thing then fine by me.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much. We appreciate this. Have a nice day!”
Ellen smiled at Daniel relieved whatever option they took it looked like she’s get to a bathroom before too long. She wasn’t particularly wanting anything from the shops so if the restaurants were as near as this man said then she was happy to go there. Heading back towards the direction of the towers Daniel spoke before she did.
“I vote the restaurants.”
“Fine by me!” |
Time alone with Ellen
Daniel still felt nervous holding Ellen’s hand but he liked it very much. Letting Ellen lead the way he was relieved when they found someone to ask directions. There was a slight chill in the air and the idea of walking around aimlessly in an unfamiliar city didn’t exactly appeal to him. Nervously watching the sky hoping the rain would stay off his attention was peaked when the man Ellen was speaking to mentioned the tower blocks. No-one was supposed to be aware of the deal for the refugees yet so any mention of them locally made Daniel highly alert. Thankfully for him the man was clearly under the impression that all four blocks were being demolished, which had been the original plan he was lead to believe from his colleague here in the city.
Now listening to everything that was being discussed with a keen ear Daniel was glad of two things: First that Ellen had kept her mouth shut about the plans for Tulloch Court and secondly that this older man was doing a grand job of selling the idea of the tower block to Ellen without him having to say a word! Even better was his parting words about how close they were to the city. This was turning out quite perfect he thought as even Ellen agreed on heading for a restaurant for some lunch!
Following the man’s directions they found the Wellgate shopping centre very quickly, both of them amazed at how they had previously managed to miss it as it now seemed so obvious. Carrying on past the art gallery Ellen commented on how busy the streets were. She was right; the streets were bustling with young people everywhere as if every young adult in Scotland had descended on Dundee all at once. Passing a small cafe on their left the reason was soon apparent from a poster in their window. It was University Freshers time and it was obvious the university was close by somewhere judging by the swarms of nosy young adults. Daniel held Ellen’s hand tighter as they navigated between crowds as he spotted The Bach on the corner.
He should have guessed before they even walked in that it was futile trying to eat there today as he struggled to even open the door with the crowds. They were greeting by a cheerful but harassed member of staff apologising that there was currently a 40 minute wait for a table. Daniel looked at Ellen who looked slightly stressed herself. It wasn’t easy to be heard over the noise of the crowd so he leant down as close to her face as he could.
“Let’s try the other one shall we?”
Ellen just nodded so Daniel navigated through the waiting crowd and through the door making sure Ellen had managed to get through too. She seemed to struggle being smaller but bigger built but finally they were both back outside again. Seeing The Barrelman just a bit further down Daniel guided Ellen as best he could towards it. Once again there was a large crowd of students all around it and Daniel decided that trying there would likely be just as useless. Pulling Ellen in and wrapping his arms around her to protect her from the crowds he looked down at her feeling frustrated.
“I’m not sure where to go now.”
“What about we just try a supermarket or head back to that shopping centre maybe?”
“I haven’t seen a supermarket yet.”
“There’s a Tesco just along there if that helps?”
Both Daniel and Ellen turned to look at the cheery young man now standing right beside them. It was clearly impossible to have a private conversation in such a busy street!
Daniel was a bit surprised by Ellen’s eagerness as she gently pushed his arms away and began heading in the direction the stranger had pointed to. Sure enough the all too familiar Tesco logo drew them as Ellen appeared particularly keen to get there. Strangely though on arrival she seemed subdued on seeing it was just a small Tesco local. Quickly reevaluating their options given they had to be back at the tower block in a few hours Daniel chose two packs of the freshest sandwiches he could find and two bottles of water and paid for them leaving Ellen to wander around. She didn’t appear to want anything as by the time he had paid she returned empty handed. At least they could hear each other in here so Daniel felt it best to say something before they left the store.
“I think we should just head to the car and have these don’t you? It’s not really what I wanted but at least we’ll have some privacy. You ok with that?”
Ellen looked like she was about to say something but changed her mind so Daniel took her hand and they headed back past The Barrelman and The Bach, towards the entrance to Westgate then up back towards the towers that they could clearly see. Heading away from the crowds of students Daniel breathed a sigh of relief seeing his precious Audi still parked where he’d left it. He was looking forward to being alone with Ellen again before they had to meet others to formally discuss things. Unlocking the car as they approached his stomach grumbled as he remembered just how long it had been since his breakfast back home in Glasgow. |
The wait: Ellen
It seemed crazy to Ellen just how close they had actually been all this time to the city and not realised. Seeing the entrance to the indoor shopping centre she couldn’t help but wonder if they had toilets. Surely they must by law or something? She much preferred not to use public loos but she’d had to go since they got here and it was definitely distracting her more than she wanted it to now. If she’d been alone she’d definitely have wandering into the centre and explored it for loos. She just didn’t feel comfortable doing that with Daniel in tow and besides she’d agreed they could go to a restaurant so she would just use the ladies there. There’s would probably be much cleaner and better kept than shopping centre ones anyway.
Walking towards the art gallery the noise and busyness increased greatly. Despite living in Glasgow with its two big universities and various colleges she’d never recalled seeing quite so many students everywhere. Just staying on the pavement was proving challenging so she was glad to be holding Daniel’s hand. When he opened a door surrounded by people everywhere Ellen pushed her way inside feeling larger than she’d ever felt before wedged between the door and a group of loud young adults. Looking all around the smallish but stylish restaurant she could see every table was full. She longed to at least ask if she could pop into their loos but over the noise and bustle of the crowds she was certain the employee talking to Daniel would never hear her anyway. Even Daniel had to lean close to her ear to be heard as he suggested they try the other place. Biting her bottom lip and hoping by some miracle that that one was quieter Ellen nodded as they pushed their way back out into the fresh air.
Thankfully the Barrelman was just at the end of the street but the students were like ants everywhere around them. Then instead of even trying to get inside that one Daniel instead wrapped her close bending down looking lost. Ellen looked at his lovely face and bright eyes but all she could truly think of now was finding somewhere to wee. Suggesting they try finding a supermarket she was so delighted when a stranger heard and mentioned that there was a Tesco very close by. Excited to finally be able to find a bathroom she could use Ellen pulled Daniel in the direction the stranger had pointed to. Her disappointment was tangible though as she walked in only to see it was a tiny local store. Still holding onto a slither of hope though she separated from Daniel and walked right around the store secretly hoping they might have a small toilet at the back or something. She was getting bursting now and struggling to hide her predicament from anyone. In fact checking no one could see her she took a moment to squeeze her legs together and lean forwards all the time constantly looking around in case Daniel or anyone else suddenly came by.
Finding Daniel again at the till Ellen was desperate to tell him how much she had to wee but before she could say anything he commented casually suggesting they return to the car to eat and drink. This definitely wasn’t what Ellen wanted but the sheer volume of people around and the noise was getting to her and maybe in the quietness of the car she could mention something to Daniel and they could then find the loos in the shopping centre?
Ellen held Daniel’s hand as they negotiated in and out of the students back the way they had just walked. It wasn’t far but every step was jiggling Ellen’s bladder more and begging her for release. Still looking around as they walked Ellen longed to see public toilets although common sense told her that was highly unlikely. As they passed the art gallery she couldn’t help but wonder if they had a loo she could use but Daniel was single minded and pulled her towards the entrance to the shopping centre and back to the tower block.
Seeing Daniel’s car alone in the car park Ellen was starting to wonder if her plan was even going to work now. Yes they were alone and this part of the city was now quiet with almost no-one around but it was far too exposed to wee outside anywhere with the sandstone flats overlooking the car park and Daniel was clearly indicating that he wanted to have some lunch.
Sitting back in the passenger seat Ellen leaned forward struggling to get comfortable. Rubbing her thigh she wasn’t quite sure what to do now. Did she dare risk eating and drinking anything and filling her bladder further still or should she just admit her problem to Daniel and rush back to the shopping centre to hopefully find a loo? Daniel had now joined her in the car and commented how good it was to hear peace and quiet again. He was so sweet even apologising for the fact they couldn’t go to a restaurant despite none of it being his fault. He seemed nervous Ellen thought as he pulled a bottle of juice and a pack of sandwiches out the Tesco carrier bag and handed them to Ellen.
“I hope that’s ok. I wasn’t sure what you liked and couldn’t see you in the shop to ask.”
Glancing at the sandwich Ellen then looked straight ahead out the front windscreen.
“These ones are great thanks. I eat most things anyway. You sure I don’t owe you anything?”
“Of course not.”
Ellen looked across at Daniel as she shifted in her seat. She wasn’t sure she could wait now until they’d eaten their lunch but as she was just about to tell Daniel that she’d be right back she just needed something urgently from the shopping centre he took a bite of his sandwich and smiled at her. Sliding an across the top of her thigh as close to her crotch as she dared Ellen tapped her leg restlessly. Feeling flushed she looked straight out the front windscreen again nervously.
“Actually Daniel I might just nip back to that indoor centre first for something before I eat this. I won’t be long.”
Ellen was just about to push her door open and get out when Daniel put his hand on her thigh.
“If you wait a few minutes until I’ve eaten this I’ll come with you. I don’t like the idea of you alone in that crowd. I’ve never seen so many students in my life and neither of us want you getting lost. Why don’t you eat your sandwich and then when we are finished we can go together?” |
The wait: Daniel
Alone with Ellen in the car Daniel so wished things had been different and that they were instead sitting in a nice restaurant somewhere rather than the car. He hated eating in his car always concerned about the upholstery and keeping his clothes clean. That was especially true today with his beige suit on instead of his usual grey one. Handing Ellen one of the sandwiches and bottles of juice he noticed she looked nervous now too. Apologising that he couldn’t see any other way for them to eat and asking if her sandwich was ok Daniel then opened his own sandwich as his stomach yearned for food.
He’d just taken the first bite with his mouth still full when Ellen muttered something about going to the shopping centre right away. Terrified that she’d either get lost or not be back in time for the meeting Daniel quickly swallowed his food before replying. Now looking again at Ellen she seemed flushed, anxious and fidgety. Offering to come with her after he finished his lunch he was concerned when Ellen barely seemed to respond. Looking at his sandwich and about to take a second bite he briefly looked back at Ellen who was twisting in the seat. For the first time it suddenly occurred to him that Ellen might want to find a toilet. Of course he couldn’t mention this to her though having been raised to never mention such things to anyone. He could already feel his body getting warmer and hornier watching Ellen as seeing her now all he could think about was the Thursdays evening just passed when they had been on the phone and she’d peed loudly for such a long time.
Shifting in his own seat now trying not to show any signs that his was getting rather hard very quickly he tried looking anywhere else but at Ellen. The trouble was he could still hear her shifting around and squirming and moaning quietly under her breath. Taking another bite of his sandwich to distract himself he almost choked when Ellen suddenly spoke.
“Actually Daniel I don’t really think I can wait until you have eaten. I really should have went in as we were passing. I’ll be super quick I promise! You wait here and keep eating. Honestly I will be fine.”
As she spoke Ellen had already opened the door of her car and had one leg out. Daniel reacted quickly now realising that Ellen must be really desperate to need to go right now. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her to go alone anywhere, far from it. The problem was that they were in a strange city in the middle of Fresher’s week with thousands of students everywhere. It would be so easy for Ellen to lose track of where she was or decide to wander around the shops and Daniel was very conscious of the time too. They only had a hour and a half at the most before they had to meet up with his colleague from the council. Putting the Tesco carrier bag on his seat to protect it from any crumbs he placed his half eaten sandwich on top of the bag as he too got out the car.
“I’ll come with you.”
Ellen seemed to be struggling to get out of the car so Daniel moved quickly around the front of the car to help her. Bending down to take her arm he could hear Ellen whimper.
“I should have said earlier. I’ve been bursting for a wee for ages.”
Daniel felt weak at the knees, more attracted to Ellen than he ever thought possible and so instantly rock hard he knew there was no way he could hide it. Thankfully Ellen seemed much more preoccupied with her own troubles as Daniel stared in awe as she slid a hand between her plump legs scrunching up her top into her leggings as she reached out for his hand with the other to stand up. Pulling her up he longed to pull her close to him and kiss her with abandonment right in the open car park but sensing that was the last thing Ellen wanted he let her get out the car before gently closing the door and pressing to lock the car. Leaving everything except the car keys in his hand in the car for now he hooked his arm under Ellen’s and bent down to speak to her.
“Let’s get you sorted eh.”
What had seemed such a short walk just a few minutes ago now seemed so incredibly long as Ellen waddled and Daniel jollied her along.
“It’s not far. Look it’s just down here. See the entrance there?
“I’m so sorry Daniel.”
“No need to be. You think you’ll make it?”
“I hope so!”
Daniel felt his neck warming and his back sweating. He had no idea why but hearing Ellen commenting on how urgently she needed to urinate and watching her so desperate was so enticing. The fact that they had this private secret shared between just them seemed to draw them together even more as they walked as quickly as they could towards the Wellgate glass entrance. Pushing the doors open Daniel was shocked at what he saw. Expecting an upmarket modern indoor city shopping complex he was faced instead with an old fashioned mall with more empty shops than full ones. Seeing a sign for toilets on the third floor he headed immediately for the escalator still reassuring Ellen as best he could.
“Looks like they’re on the third floor. You’re so close now.”
As they approached the escalator though they saw a sign attached by string which was hand written and simply read ‘out of order. Please use lift.’. Spinning around Daniel’s eyes darted in every direction looking for a lift as he guided Ellen towards the one lift he saw hoping it was working. Pressing to call it he was visibly relieved to see the doors open almost instantly with the added bonus of no one else being around. As the doors slowly closed Ellen pulled her arm out from Daniel’s as she bent forwards again now pushing both hands between her legs. Daniel stared at Ellen feeling his face redden and his penis throbbing. Even though he’d been focussed on getting to the shopping centre his hormones hadn’t settled at all. Hoping for dear life that Ellen hadn’t spotted the obvious lump in his trousers he waited eagerly for the lift to reach the third floor. Either the floors of the centre were huge or the lift was incredibly slow because time felt like it was frozen as Daniel watched Ellen openly squirm as she now used one hand to push against the side of the lift to tense her entire body. She didn’t need to say anything as her actions said it all: Ellen was obviously struggling and Daniel had no way of doing anything about it anymore.
Finally the lift doors opened at what Daniel guessed was meant to be a food court. Surveying all around as he stepped out the lift he saw three quarters of the units empty with just one lonesome Burger King at one end. The empty chairs all around looked well used and dirty as Daniel continued searching urgently for the signs to the toilets. As soon as he saw them he took Ellen’s arm and pulled her towards them but the closer they got the more they both realised there was a problem. Hoping by some magic power that all would be ok by the time they got there Daniel wanted to scream inside his head as right in front of them was a metal turnstile blocking Ellen or anyone else from entering the toilets without first paying.
Digging his hand into his pocket Daniel already knew it was useless. He never carried cash these days and paid everything by card. Seeing the slot for a 20 pence coin he looked expectantly at Ellen who was now openly walking towards him still holding her crotch.
“Have you got change?”
It took a moment for Ellen to process what Daniel had said as Daniel watched her face go from shock to horror to aghast.
“My purse is in your car. I…I can’t wait any longer Daniel.” |
Ellen’s urgent need
Ellen didn’t know what to say when Daniel suggested she wait until they’d had their food. She was so busy concentrating on her own body, fighting the relentless pressure from her bladder and trying in vain to get comfortable. Crossing her legs wasn’t viable given the limited space in the car as she twisted and fidgeted thinking solely of getting to a loo as soon as she could. She stared up at the empty tower block facing her imagining just how many loos there must be inside which only frustrated her more as she blew out through clenched teeth and moaned under her breath. It hadn’t seemed so bad when they’d first arrived but now her desperation had increased exponentially. Looking at Daniel casually biting into his sandwich she had to say something before things became critical. Pushing the door open and lifting one leg out Ellen spoke quickly and decidedly.
“Actually Daniel I don’t really think I can wait until you have eaten. I really should have went in as we were passing. I’ll be super quick I promise! You wait here and keep eating. Honestly I will be fine.”
At that moment though she felt anything but fine as the movement of her leg and the opening of her thighs eased the pressure against her crotch causing a dribble to leak. Squeezing as tightly as she could she pushed her body back into the seat straightening her back to put pressure against her pelvic floor muscles. She knew Daniel had said something and he was getting out the car now but so preoccupied by the effort to not have an accident Ellen blocked everything else out as she scrunched up her long top in her sweaty hand and wedged a hand between her thick legs. She turned her head to see Daniel as she felt she had to say something. As he leaned forwards to help her out the car she finally confessed what she suspected Daniel had already worked out.
“I should have said earlier. I’ve been bursting for a wee for ages.”
The Daniel she knew well, who she’d worked with so much over the last year, seemed to suddenly change. No longer the quiet gent who barely spoke he seemed to turn into her biggest encourager, her knight in shining armour even, as he took her free hand and pulled her from the car before linking arms with her and almost carrying her to the shopping centre.
Walking was much harder now for Ellen as her gait became more of a twisted slow waddle but Daniel never left her side reminding her gently that she was almost there and willing her to make it. Seeing the glass entrance Ellen felt a strange mixture of relief yet panic. She was so close now yet neither of them actually knew if the centre had loos let alone where they might be. Trying not to cry with the sheer effort of holding on she tried looking around for signs but each spasm from her bladder made her squirm and flinch too much. It was only a matter of time. Her bladder ached for release and she was sweating trying to keep fighting against it.
When Daniel said the escalator was out of order and they needed to find a lift to floor three Ellen wasn’t sure where to put herself. From the little she’d seen of the centre so far it was quiet but she really didn’t want the embarrassment of having an accident in the middle of a shopping centre. The lift seemed to take forever to arrive even though in reality she knew it was less than a minute. Stepping in she checked no one else had joined them before pee dancing like she’d never done before. Shaking her leg, holding herself openly, bending forwards and finally pushing against the wall to tense her entire body, Ellen was beyond being embarrassed with Daniel. She was either going to embarrass herself acting like a 5 year old or embarrass herself and him by making a huge puddle. Not giving eye contact to Daniel or really noticing him at all she waddled out the lift as it finally reached level 3 praying that the toilets weren’t far away.
Daniel appeared to notice them first as he hooked Ellen’s arm again and lead her towards them. Something didn’t look right though as Ellen struggled to focus clearly enough to process what it was. There was something in front of the doors blocking them. What was it? As she cane within touching distance of the loos at last it became clear what the blockage was: a turnstile that needed a coin to work! Daniel had reached them first and Ellen took the final few steps with one hand deep between her legs.
The noise of the food court made hearing Daniel a struggle but Ellen guessed he was asking if she had any change. It was then that the realisation hit her: she’d left her purse back in the car at the tower block! Seeing the sign to the loo was torturous as Ellen steadied herself by sitting on a nearby chair in the food court. There was no way she could make it back to the car and back again nor could she even wait while Daniel went alone. Even if he ran both ways it would never be enough.
Daniel rubbed Ellen’s back then bent down to her eye level as Ellen wriggled on the hard aluminium red restaurant seat as their eyes met.
“I can’t wait any longer Daniel.”
“I can see that. It’s just…I don’t know what to do.”
With crowds of students close by eating and drinking and noisily waiting in the queue at Burger King Ellen placed her sweaty hand over Daniel’s on the well used table as her other hand gripped the side of the red chair tightly. Moving her chubby legs either side of the chair Ellen wriggled one last time before shuffling forward a little, letting go of the chair and holding her top up slightly. Looking right at Daniel with tears in her eyes they both heard Ellen moan quietly as liquid gathered all around the crotch of Ellen’s leggings, quickly spreading down the inside of her legs, pooling on the chair where she sat and pouring onto the floor. Ellen bit her lip feeling extremely self conscious and awkward as Daniel continued to rub her back soothingly. Hearing the urine now pouring quicker onto the tiled floor Ellen felt her cheeks redden. Surely everyone must be hearing what they were? Surely the entire food court would know that someone was weeing on the floor just by the toilets?
Daniel was still down on his hunkers as Ellen watched her urine run all around his smart shoes. She could still feel wee coming out though it did seem to be slowing at last. Looking back up to Daniel’s face she was amazed at how much he was smiling, how sparky his eyes were, how flushed his cheeks were. If she hadn’t of known better she might have thought he was extremely turned on by what had just happened. Feeling the warmth and wetness between her own legs she tried to suppress her own arousal despite feeling like she might burst with it all.
Feeling like she should say something all Ellen could mutter under her breath was, “I needed that so badly.”
Not sure what she expected Daniel to say or do next Ellen certainly wasn’t arguing as he leaned in closer and whispered horsely,
“And now I need this so badly too.”
He barely said the final word before their lips met for the second time that day, this time much more public and much more erotically as wee continued running slowly around their feet and under Ellen’s chair. |
Ellen’s urgent need
Ellen didn’t know what to say when Daniel suggested she wait until they’d had their food. She was so busy concentrating on her own body, fighting the relentless pressure from her bladder and trying in vain to get comfortable. Crossing her legs wasn’t viable given the limited space in the car as she twisted and fidgeted thinking solely of getting to a loo as soon as she could. She stared up at the empty tower block facing her imagining just how many loos there must be inside which only frustrated her more as she blew out through clenched teeth and moaned under her breath. It hadn’t seemed so bad when they’d first arrived but now her desperation had increased exponentially. Looking at Daniel casually biting into his sandwich she had to say something before things became critical. Pushing the door open and lifting one leg out Ellen spoke quickly and decidedly.
“Actually Daniel I don’t really think I can wait until you have eaten. I really should have went in as we were passing. I’ll be super quick I promise! You wait here and keep eating. Honestly I will be fine.”
At that moment though she felt anything but fine as the movement of her leg and the opening of her thighs eased the pressure against her crotch causing a dribble to leak. Squeezing as tightly as she could she pushed her body back into the seat straightening her back to put pressure against her pelvic floor muscles. She knew Daniel had said something and he was getting out the car now but so preoccupied by the effort to not have an accident Ellen blocked everything else out as she scrunched up her long top in her sweaty hand and wedged a hand between her thick legs. She turned her head to see Daniel as she felt she had to say something. As he leaned forwards to help her out the car she finally confessed what she suspected Daniel had already worked out.
“I should have said earlier. I’ve been bursting for a wee for ages.”
The Daniel she knew well, who she’d worked with so much over the last year, seemed to suddenly change. No longer the quiet gent who barely spoke he seemed to turn into her biggest encourager, her knight in shining armour even, as he took her free hand and pulled her from the car before linking arms with her and almost carrying her to the shopping centre.
Walking was much harder now for Ellen as her gait became more of a twisted slow waddle but Daniel never left her side reminding her gently that she was almost there and willing her to make it. Seeing the glass entrance Ellen felt a strange mixture of relief yet panic. She was so close now yet neither of them actually knew if the centre had loos let alone where they might be. Trying not to cry with the sheer effort of holding on she tried looking around for signs but each spasm from her bladder made her squirm and flinch too much. It was only a matter of time. Her bladder ached for release and she was sweating trying to keep fighting against it.
When Daniel said the escalator was out of order and they needed to find a lift to floor three Ellen wasn’t sure where to put herself. From the little she’d seen of the centre so far it was quiet but she really didn’t want the embarrassment of having an accident in the middle of a shopping centre. The lift seemed to take forever to arrive even though in reality she knew it was less than a minute. Stepping in she checked no one else had joined them before pee dancing like she’d never done before. Shaking her leg, holding herself openly, bending forwards and finally pushing against the wall to tense her entire body, Ellen was beyond being embarrassed with Daniel. She was either going to embarrass herself acting like a 5 year old or embarrass herself and him by making a huge puddle. Not giving eye contact to Daniel or really noticing him at all she waddled out the lift as it finally reached level 3 praying that the toilets weren’t far away.
Daniel appeared to notice them first as he hooked Ellen’s arm again and lead her towards them. Something didn’t look right though as Ellen struggled to focus clearly enough to process what it was. There was something in front of the doors blocking them. What was it? As she cane within touching distance of the loos at last it became clear what the blockage was: a turnstile that needed a coin to work! Daniel had reached them first and Ellen took the final few steps with one hand deep between her legs.
The noise of the food court made hearing Daniel a struggle but Ellen guessed he was asking if she had any change. It was then that the realisation hit her: she’d left her purse back in the car at the tower block! Seeing the sign to the loo was torturous as Ellen steadied herself by sitting on a nearby chair in the food court. There was no way she could make it back to the car and back again nor could she even wait while Daniel went alone. Even if he ran both ways it would never be enough.
Daniel rubbed Ellen’s back then bent down to her eye level as Ellen wriggled on the hard aluminium red restaurant seat as their eyes met.
“I can’t wait any longer Daniel.”
“I can see that. It’s just…I don’t know what to do.”
With crowds of students close by eating and drinking and noisily waiting in the queue at Burger King Ellen placed her sweaty hand over Daniel’s on the well used table as her other hand gripped the side of the red chair tightly. Moving her chubby legs either side of the chair Ellen wriggled one last time before shuffling forward a little, letting go of the chair and holding her top up slightly. Looking right at Daniel with tears in her eyes they both heard Ellen moan quietly as liquid gathered all around the crotch of Ellen’s leggings, quickly spreading down the inside of her legs, pooling on the chair where she sat and pouring onto the floor. Ellen bit her lip feeling extremely self conscious and awkward as Daniel continued to rub her back soothingly. Hearing the urine now pouring quicker onto the tiled floor Ellen felt her cheeks redden. Surely everyone must be hearing what they were? Surely the entire food court would know that someone was weeing on the floor just by the toilets?
Daniel was still down on his hunkers as Ellen watched her urine run all around his smart shoes. She could still feel wee coming out though it did seem to be slowing at last. Looking back up to Daniel’s face she was amazed at how much he was smiling, how sparky his eyes were, how flushed his cheeks were. If she hadn’t of known better she might have thought he was extremely turned on by what had just happened. Feeling the warmth and wetness between her own legs she tried to suppress her own arousal despite feeling like she might burst with it all.
Feeling like she should say something all Ellen could mutter under her breath was, “I needed that so badly.”
Not sure what she expected Daniel to say or do next Ellen certainly wasn’t arguing as he leaned in closer and whispered horsely,
“And now I need this so badly too.”
He barely said the final word before their lips met for the second time that day, this time much more public and much more erotically as wee continued running slowly around their feet and under Ellen’s chair.
Apologies the last chapter posted twice. Internet trouble due to lightning! |
Daniel’s urgent need
Daniel watched as Ellen raced to one of the empty food court seats as he wondered when the place was last cleaned. Worried for his colleague and friend he felt helpless to alleviate her struggle. What sort of shopping centre still required money just to access basic amenities? Frustrated but empathetic towards Ellen he bent down on his knees so he was level with Ellen who was still doing her utmost to hold on even though she said she couldn’t. Daniel could easily imagine how she was feeling thinking back to his childhood, teenage years at home and long days at work. Somehow though he also couldn’t help feeling a huge arousal watching the way this big beautiful woman wriggled and writhed on the hard seat. In so many ways it looked like she was bringing herself pleasure and that thought drove Daniel crazy.
Rubbing Ellen’s back partly in sympathy and partly in guilt at the pleasure he was secretly deriving from her situation he struggled to keep his own body from erupting as he stared in awe at the moisture erupting slowly between Ellen’s legs. Imagining her leggings and underwear no longer there he allowed his mind to visualise her big open and wet vagina with its moist red swollen lips, it’s hard and gorgeous clitoris and it’s exhausted urethra. Of course he’d never actually seen Ellen’s naked body for real but his imagination ran riot as the reaction in his own crotch was undeniable. Longing to touch Ellen in her most personal area he instead settled for the more polite and socially acceptable behaviour of placing his hand on the table. With Ellen’s large warm hand on his he used his other hand to rub her back hoping Ellen wasn’t too traumatised or upset by what was happening to her. His calf muscles ached but it was a small price to pay for being this close to Ellen as she gave in to the inevitable pressure and soaked her clothing and all around her.
Watching Ellen closely Daniel could feel her sheer relief, utter joy, and complete satisfaction of finally emptying her swollen overfull bladder. Her eyes shone even through the embarrassment of it all and her cheeks blushed. Her face the epitome of someone thrilled to have relief at last Daniel felt feelings for her way above what he’d experienced until now. He’d thought he’d fancied her before but right here right now he could make love to her ever so easily even lying in her own warm urine on the dirty floor.
As Ellen seemed delirious and in shock at just how much her body had ejected as the pool on the ground still grew under their feet Daniel hoped she was feeling the same way he was. As her eyes met his as her face rose up from facing the floor Daniel had the most urgent need to kiss this large beautiful amazing woman who had fought so valiantly against the pressure in her body for so long. Leaning closer he was seconds from kissing her when Ellen spoke with a hint of cheekiness and sass that reminded him of the meeting a few nights ago.
“I needed that so badly.”
Losing his normal self control and being led by his raging hormones and desires Daniel tried finding his voice though the words were more raspy and hoarse than usual. He hated being forceful and would never hurt Ellen but he had to kiss her as he leaned closer to her face and let their lips touch. That touch was enough as both of them craved so much more, oblivious to the crowds nearby as they embraced and kissed deeply. Struggling to stay on his knees now with both arms now around Ellen’s neck Daniel stood bent over practically sitting on Ellen’s plump knee. He hovered over it desperate to feel the warm wetness for himself but too terrified to mark his expensive beige suit.
It was Daniel who pulled away first now as his calf muscles and back ached from the angle he’d been at for so long. Returning to rubbing Ellen’s back fondly while he caught his breath he looked again at the running puddle at their feet knowing only too well that there was no way Ellen could meet his counterpart from Dundee council housing department the way she was. As if reading his mind Ellen flattened her top back down and used the table to help her stand up.
“I need to get my purse from your car Daniel. I need to get some new leggings or something before the meeting.”
Checking his watch for the time first Daniel had to think quickly.
“Maybe there’s somewhere in this centre you could get something quick? I’ll pay with my card. We’ve only got just over an hour. You’re not one of those woman who shops for hours though are you?”
Not stopping to think what she was saying Ellen replied quickly turning to start walking as she did so.
“Definitely not. I pick up most of my clothes from charity shops to tell you the truth.”
Not even processing what Ellen said Daniel turned to keep up with her as Ellen headed back towards the lift.
“Right let’s head for there then. They take cards right?”
Pressing for the button of the lift Ellen turned to smile at Daniel.
“Of course they do.”
Twirling around and examining herself now she spoke again.
“Is it obvious? You know…that I just peed myself? What if I keep my legs close together like this? Do you think everyone will know?”
Daniel smiled back. Ellen had done an impressive job of keeping her top dry and since it went half way to her knees and her leggings were black it wasn’t obvious at all what had just happened. Sure under her top her crotch must still be soaking and the inside of the legs of her legging must be sodden too but to a passer by or stranger and with her well endowed legs close together it wasn’t obvious at all. Daniel stared at her large breasts, a part of Ellen that never failed to lure him. Most men, he thought, would be so distracted by those they wouldn’t even look any further but he wasn’t sure how Ellen would react hearing that.
“You look absolutely beautiful. No-one can tell but let’s get you feeling fresher anyway.”
Taking her hand as the doors of the lift opened they walked into the lift alone again, this time without Ellen pee dancing in desperation. |
Ellen shocks Daniel
Ellen was shocked and surprised when Daniel kissed her again though the minute their lips touched her entire body lit up. The warm wet feeling as the last drops of wee still came out into her pants only added to her arousal as Daniel’s tongue explored new area of her mouth eagerly. Ellen wasn’t afraid to be noticed in public but this was something else altogether as she had to fight the urge to unfasten Daniel’s shirt and explore even more of his delicious body. Thankfully for her Daniel pulled away, presumably because now he had stood up he was leaning so far down onto her that he was practically sitting on her knee. As he stepped back to get his balance Ellen heard his smart shoes splashing in the puddle of pee. The noise brought her back to reality with a bump.
Telling Daniel that she needed back to his car to get her purse so she could buy clean clothes from somewhere she panicked when he looked at his watch. She’s been so preoccupied with finding a bathroom that she’d forgotten all about the time. When Daniel offered to buy her something she felt embarrassed but grateful. She intended to pay him back as soon as she could but the most important thing now was finding somewhere that sold clothes her size and purchasing something in time for the meeting in the tower block. Knowing how few shops sold larger sizes combined with the fact she actually got most of her wardrobe from the charity shop she volunteered in every weekend she knew they had no time to waste as she headed straight to the lift again with Daniel coming behind her.
As Daniel continued making conversation Ellen couldn’t believe it when she blurted out that she got most of her clothes from charity shops. Imagining Daniel to be utterly horrified by this she quickly changed the subject by asking him if it was obvious that she had just weed herself moments earlier. She sure felt soaked beneath her loose long top but she had no idea how obvious it might be to others. Even if they couldn’t see the wetness surely they would smell her? Feeling self conscious and anxious her stomach filled with butterflies as Daniel so easily and naturally called her beautiful. That wasn’t something woman like her heard very often and especially not from smart sophisticated well dressed men like Daniel Omari.
Once again they were the only ones in the small lift which Ellen found surprising given how many people had been in the Burger King upstairs. Hoping that Daniel wasn’t just being polite and that no one would actually know of her accident Ellen stepped out the lift on the ground floor nervously holding Daniel’s hand for support. Now for the first time Ellen properly looked around at the tired looking centre getting worried by how many vacant units there was. Heading deeper into the centre away from the main doors she pointed out what looked like a small charity shop across the other side. It wasn’t a national brand that Ellen recognised but she pushed opened the small door hopeful they might have something in her size.
Heading towards the rear of the shop Daniel followed behind quietly. Ellen knew from her own experience that no one ever put the plus sizes near rather front as it was a smaller market and often put others off. Looking through the rails she past the smaller sizes quickly starting to lose hope. A member of staff was approaching her now and Ellen took a deep breath hoping he wouldn’t come too close.
“Can I help you?”
“Emmmm. I was just looking for your plus size clothes if you have any?”
The older man slid some clothes along the rail before stopping.
“This is all we have currently I’m afraid. There’s a few tops and cardigans just before the bookshelf there but we don’t get much in for plus sizes unfortunately.”
Ellen took out the first item on the rail and looked at it. A ghastly lime green flowery skirt that looked more like curtains in an old folks home. Sighting she hung it back up and looked at the next item: A dark brown coloured short sleeved loose fitting knee length dress. Ellen checked the size before holding it up for Daniel to see. It definitely looked like it would fit Ellen but her preference would always have been to have leggings underneath. Knowing it was extremely unlikely the small charity shop would ever have legging in at all let alone in her size she kept hold of the dress and headed past Daniel to where the older man had said there might be some plus size cardigans. After rummaging through the rail of mixed tops, jumpers and play size coats Ellen eventually came across a cream coloured cardigan. It reminded her of old ladies again but as she slid her arms in over her current top she nodded as it sat comfortably on her broad shoulders. Taking the items to the till Ellen looked back at Daniel who already had his wallet out with his cards ready.
Ellen had to laugh at the shock on Daniel’s face as the volunteer in the shop announced with a smile that the total was just £15. Obviously used to shopping in very different stores Ellen could no longer hold back an hearty laugh when Daniel whispered asking if he should add a tip onto it. He was so different to her but so innocent in his own way too. Leaving the shop promptly for fear of anyone knowing that Ellen’s legs were still wet with stale urine Ellen carried the bag back towards the centre doors as they headed back to Daniel’s car.
It wasn’t until they reached the car that Ellen realised there was a problem. She might have something clean and dry to wear now but she had nowhere private to change into them! As he opened the drivers door Daniel looked over at Ellen as she smiled nervously back.
“I assume you don’t want your car seat getting wet? We never thought about where I’d change did we?”
“Ah.” Looking into the car Daniel noticed the carrier bag that he’d sat his half finished sandwich on earlier to prevent crumbs on his seat.
“I can give you a bag to sit on while we have lunch at least.”
Daniel opened his door carefully lifting the sandwich and sliding the carrier bag onto the passenger seat. Ellen leaned down to pick her own unopened sandwich and drink up before sitting down onto the bag and closing the door. Worried the bag wouldn’t protect Daniel’s car enough she slid her shoes off, placed her lunch onto the dashboard and proceeded to immediately pull down her wet pants and leggings as Daniel stared at her wide eyed. |
Daniel shocks Ellen
Daniel didn’t rate their chances of finding any suitable clothes shops in the centre they were in at all. So many of the units were empty and those that were occupied seemed to be full of discount shops he wasn’t familiar with at all. Thinking they would be much better off walking through the centre and out the other door or even going back where they were earlier by the art gallery he was glad that Ellen appeared to think the same as they walked hand in hand through the quiet shopping centre. When she pointed to a shop at first Daniel thought she just recognised the name but as she pulled him towards it it seemed much more like she intended going in. Maybe it was a larger ladies boutique shop or something that he wasn’t aware of?
Inside his eyes darted around trying to make sense of the layout. Instead of piles of neat clothing all of the same item in different sizes this shop had rails all around of what seemed like sale items. Wondering if it was perhaps a high street clearance shop he left Ellen to look as he watched her in fascination. She was such a natural at everything, confident, smart and funny too. When she held up a brown dress he smiled not sure wether she was planning to buy it or not. They didn’t have time for her to be picky so he was even more relieved when Ellen then found a cardigan and tried it on. It didn’t particularly flatter her curves but if that was what she liked he wasn’t in any mood to argue. As his stomach growled reminding him he still hadn’t eaten properly yet he pulled his wallet out ready to pay standing behind Ellen at the till.
His face must have reflected his thoughts well as Ellen looked at him laughing. Surely even a brand name discount shop wouldn’t be selling both a dress and a cardigan combined for just £15? When he queried it quietly with Ellen suggesting adding a tip incase they had made a mistake Ellen laughed. Despite the fact she was clearly laughing at his expense Daniel didn’t seem me to mind, revelling instead in the enjoyment and beauty of Ellen Hemmingdale being exactly the woman he fancied so much. As he scanned his card for the contactless payment Ellen took the bag and they quickly left.
Neither of them spoke on the short walk back to the tower block as Daniel looked forward to finishing his lunch at last before hopefully discussing some things with Ellen regarding the meeting. Unlocking the car as they approached Daniel was surprised to see that Ellen didn’t climb in right away, instead she stood looking at him over the top of the car nervously. When she mentioned why with a twinkle in her eye Daniel, ever the problem solver, noticed the carrier bag protecting his seat. Sliding it over to the passenger seat he was glad to see Ellen finally get into the car. Now at last they could eat and prepare for the meeting ahead, the reason they were here in the first place.
With his sandwich once again almost at his mouth Daniel was distracted by Ellen yet again. Turning to look at her he watched in awe as she held her bottom in the air and used both hands to pull down her leggings and her wet pants. Gazing at the wet clothing Daniel could feel his crotch stirring quickly again. He hadn’t really gone soft from earlier when Ellen had her accident and now he could feel the all too familiar swelling and growth once again. Ellen was now sitting in his car naked from the waist down, though her long top hid anything from her mid calf upwards. Daniel wanted to comment but he was too shocked and way too horny to trust himself to speak now. Still holding his sandwich out ready to bite he couldn’t take his eyes off Ellen as she shocked him ever further by leaning forward, pulling herself off the seat slightly then proceeding to pull her top over her head in one seamless movement.
Now sitting right beside him in nothing but her lace bra Daniel’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Her body was curvier, sexier, more attractive than he ever imagined. Even with her bra on he could clearly see her large erect nipples as he practically shook with desire. Ellen wasn’t even looking at him though as she leaned forward with her breasts on her knees as she dug into the bag to find the dress she had just bought. Finding the head hole Daniel watched transfixed as Ellen slid her broad arms into the short sleeves and angled the dress adeptly so the head hole easily went over her head. With her arms fully in now and her head right through the head hole she sat back smiling at Daniel who felt like a deer in the headlights gawping at her in amazement.
Pushing her feet right into the footwell of the car Ellen angled herself with her bottom in the air as she attempted to pull the dress down. The limited space in the passenger seat combined with Ellen’s size made the task impossible as Ellen began laughing heartily at herself as she turned to Daniel again.
“I’m not very good at this am I? I think I need more practice don’t you?”
Losing himself entirely in the moment, uncharacteristically for him, Daniel found the words tripping out his mouth before he’d even thought about them.
“I can help you strip off in my car anytime you want!”
Ellen, wether through embarrassment or shock at what he’d just said, laughed loudly as she tried in vain to get her dress past her bottom again, this time falling down onto the seat so much the car bounced. Daniel wasn’t very prone to laughing but Ellen’s giggling was contagious and he found himself laughing too.
“Do you make a habit of stripping off in people’s car then?”
“Cars, buses, trains, taxis, boats…all of them of course…it’s my party trick didn’t you know?”
Now he was losing himself even more as his whole body relaxed in the running joke.
“Always after wetting your panties like today I assume?”
Ellen was still laughing though a little less as she looked right in Daniel’s eyes.
“Nah. That bit was just an added bonus especially for you.”
“Why thank you very much madam. It was a wonderful bonus indeed.”
Ellen elbowed Daniel affectionately before looking down at her dress which was wrapped around her middle all scrunched up.
“I’m so professional aren’t I? Fancy helping me out?”
Winking at Ellen provocatively Daniel couldn’t resist.
“I’d much rather be taking it off you but seeing we have a meeting to go to and we are parked in a public place I shall oblige happily. Just this once mind.”
Ellen used the handle of the door and the side of her seat to haul her weighty body up as Daniel placed his sandwich between the seats and did his best to pull Ellen’s dress under her bottom and past her hips. He couldn’t resist feeling Ellen’s legs in the process as he longed to touch so much more of her. The dress wasn’t much longer in truth than her top as it only just reached the top of her knees. Seeing it on Ellen now Daniel was astonished at how perfect it was for Ellen, matching her brown hair perfectly and showing off her large curvy breasts to their fullest. Unlike the top she had on previously the dress was more fitted and shapely and even sitting in the car Daniel could tell it would show off Ellen’s body to its best.
“You look absolutely stunning in that.”
Ellen smiled and blushed a little.
“You know Daniel you have spoken more today alone with me than I’ve heard you talk all year. I’m in shock to be honest.”
Daniel picked up his sandwich again and this time took a bite and a drink of juice before replying. Since the kiss at the service station earlier things had progressed speedily but in less than an hour they needed to be strictly professional around each other. Ellen seemed calmer now too, finally opening her own sandwich and drink at last. They needed to both calm but he had one more thing to say first.
“You know I’ve fancied you for months Ellen. Every tine we worked together I got so nervous around you. I wanted to ask you out loads but there never seemed to be the right moment. Then when the boss never told you about this tower block stuff it just felt…awkward.”
“And here was me thinking you couldn’t get away from me quick enough some days. The second 5pm came you were always off like a shot.”
Daniel paused before finishing his lunch at last.
“Ah. There’s a reason for that. It wasn’t you though. That much is definite Ellen.” |
Back to reality: Ellen
Ellen never saw herself as an exhibitionist in any way but scared to even breathe incase her wet clothing touched Daniel’s pristine car seat she pulled down her wet things rather than risk any damage. Her top was as long as many woman wore skirts so it wasn’t like she was exposing herself anyway. As she put the wet things on a pile at the footwell she saw the bag from the charity shop and figured she may as well now change fully since she was already half way there. At least then when she had to get out the car for the meeting she would already be suitably dressed.
Pulling her top off quickly and leaning forward so as not to embarrass or expose herself she slid her arms easily into the short sleeved dress and pulled it over her head. Having not actually thought things through fully it hadn’t occurred to her how she would get the dress past her waist and hips whilst still confined in the passenger seat of the car. Acutely aware that she now had no pants on and that Daniel was right beside her she did her best to pull the dress down as much as possible, hiding her embarrassment by mocking her own predicament.
Daniel clearly interpreted her comments as flirtatious as his reply made her blush with excitement. Not wanting to appear too keen or easy Ellen laughed heartily at the absurdity of it all. If someone had told her this morning that she’d find herself at quarter to two in the afternoon in Dundee alone in a car with Daniel with no knickers on and a dress rolled up under her bra she’d have thought them crazy. What would someone think if they found them right now? Trying one more time to pull the dress past her hips Ellen bounced down onto the seat like it was a trampoline, a matter that not only caused her to laugh again but Daniel to join in too. Hearing Daniel laughing it suddenly occurred to Ellen that it was a noise she’d rarely heard before. Daniel was the quiet one, the studious one, the reserved one. Not now though, not here in Dundee alone in the car with her. Here he was flirtatious, cheeky, humorous and relaxed and the more she saw of this side of him the more she really liked him.
Eventually admitting to the fact she needed Daniel’s help Ellen felt her whole body getting excited at the thought of Daniel touching her. As his fingers ran down her thigh as he gently tugged the dress down as she lifted her body up she knew she wanted so much more. The hairs on her neck stood up in excitement but now wasn’t the right time or place. Daniel was still complimenting her though and when she commented on the fact that it was lovely to hear him talking so much he still seemed as infatuated as ever confessing that he’d fancied Ellen for quite some time.
This was news to Ellen who had been vey hot on Daniel for just as long, if not longer, but his body language had appeared to indicate he wasn’t actually interested. There was still parts of Danial Amasi Ellen didn’t know about but she hoped in time he might reveal more. At least for now they both knew where they stood now as Ellen began wondering how they would continue seeing each other back in Glasgow when they both worked long hours.
Right now though as they looked out at the empty tower block and ate and drank in the car together they both knew they had more urgent business to attend to. When Daniel had finished his full bottle of juice and eaten his second sandwich he switched back to work mode almost instantly. Ellen followed his lead as she listened intently to his every word.
“I’ve just counted Ellen. 15 floors. I’m not sure how many flats will be on each floor but let’s say there’s 4. That would make 60 flats altogether. I know there’s a mix of two bedrooms and three bedrooms so let’s assume it’s half and half for now. That would make 30 two bedrooms and 30 three bedrooms so that’s 150 bedrooms. The last accurate figure I have from the ship was last Friday when there was 131 people on board still including babies and children. I was thinking we could start by going through the list of names together. I want to know if this tower block is 100% feasible before we meet the others. We need family groups, those who are single, any couples that sort of thing. We’ll know the exact numbers of the properties at the meeting but we really need to know our figures first.”
“Right. That makes perfect sense. I can help you with that. I seem to recall we did something similar months ago but things can change. There’s one or two still talking about returning to Ukraine too. I’ll mark them with a question mark for now.”
Ellen sat quietly as Daniel reached into the back seat for his briefcase. Opening it he pulled out some sheets of paper and some pens.
“It’s all hypothetical just now of course. The hard part is persuading them that this move is a good one.”
“I still need some persuasion myself too to be honest with you Daniel. I know what it’s like to keep moving around, to be uprooted when you just think you are settling. Even if this works on paper, which it probably does seeing the size of that tower, the reality might be quite different. This is people’s lives not numbers on a sheet. Some of these people have kids in schools to think about, or they have jobs or they have started colleges and stuff. It’s asking a lot of them to move this far away and start all over again. It’s a huge upheaval isn’t it.”
“But they don’t have much choice. We don’t have much choice Ellen. They can’t live on a cruise ship forever. They came here on the promise of somewhere to live. No one ever said that would be the town they landed in did they? This will cost Dundee city council millions. We need to show them these people are worth it.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“We both will. Now let’s start. First on the list is Yakiv and Mylana Abrahamovsky.”
“Yip. Young couple. She’s pregnant so we’ll need to ensure maternity care is transferred over. I’ll put them as a two bed. Next…”
Ellen was amazed that she could picture every person in her mind as they worked through the long list. Just as they reached the end of the list Daniel looked at his watch as two cars pulled into the car park.
“Just in time eh.”
“You ready Ellen?”
“I’ll just put my cardigan on then I’m good to go. We can do this Daniel. I’m keen to see inside this tower after all the time we’ve just spent looking at the outside.”
“Me too. Hope the lift works though!” |
Back to reality: Daniel
While Ellen finished her own sandwich and drink Daniel attempted to count the floors of the tower block. All he’d been told from his colleague in Dundee was that it was one tower out of a set of four and that it had both two and three bedroom apartments. Emails had been exchanged by his boss regarding numbers who required housing so Daniel could only assume the tower block they were now parked at was sufficient to house them all. Doing some calculations out loud that appeared to definitely be the case but it all depended on the needs of the refugees. Even though this was a unique situation they still had to comply with laws regarding room occupancy so he hoped there were no larger families or extended families insisting on living together.
This was where having Ellen was such an asset as they worked their way through all 131 names on their list as Ellen described each person and their situation, not only recalling names but ages of children too. Daniel was in awe of her ability to remember it all though he knew only too well that she had become friends with more of them than he was professionally comfortable with. Right now though that knowledge was so useful as he did a final count of how many 2 and 3 bed places they needed. That number of properties would have taken years to become available in Glasgow as Daniel realised once again the significance of what Dundee city council was offering.
They had just finished and tidied the papers away when two vehicles pulled into the car park. Checking Ellen was ready Daniel stepped out the car with the papers and his phone in hand. It was spitting with rain again so he hoped they would be taken inside promptly to avoid his suit getting wet. Looking over at Ellen in just her new dress and cardigan he smiled at her thinking how lovely she looked considering she had only just bought her clothes an hour ago. As they walked closer to the four men now getting out the other vehicles at the entrance to the tower block Daniel felt a familiar feeling in his body. Putting it down to nerves he dismissed it as he held his hand out to shake his colleagues hand.
“Hi, I assume you are Keith? I’m Daniel Amasi and this is Ellen Hemmingdale from Shelter.”
“Great to put a face to a name finally. I’m Keith Bryan, housing officer for Dundee City Council. This tower here comes under my allocated area so I am delighted to tell you all about our plans. This is Craig Cuthbert from Construction Services and that’s Douglas and Rob from Claypots, our contractors. How about we head inside and I can tell you more?”
Daniel nodded as Douglas and Rob opened the security fencing as everywhere walked through. Keith then unlocked the heavy front door and held it open as the other five walked in. The entrance was clean, freshly painted and open. A set of two lifts stood in front of them with a large notice board on the wall behind.
“So, assuming there isn’t any wheelchair users among your clients we were thinking of keeping three of the four ground floor flats here for communal use. One, of course, will be for the caretaker. We can talk more about that later. The other two could be for anything you like really. Some initial ideas we’ve had could be having local community groups in to help everyone settle in or we have a money matters department who would probably be happy to cone in and ensure everyone is receiving any benefits they are due. We have a bank of interpreters we use who I could contact if necessary too. Anyway, I’ll show you the caretakers flat and then we can head to some of the other levels. If you follow me.”
Daniel followed behind Keith and everyone else keeping an eye out for Ellen who seemed genuinely impressed by the inside so far. The caretakers flat had clearly been recently modernised with a newly fitted kitchen and bathroom and freshly papered walls. Keith stressed that the contractors were on target to complete all 84 client flats from the first floor upwards to the same standard and that painting of the remaining stairwells and communal areas would be done as soon as the apartments were completed. Daniel took a mental note of the number of flats as he heard Ellen interrupting Keith.
“Would it be ok to take some photographs please? I know I’d like to see where I was being moved to before I went and I think it’s only fair our clients get the same courtesy.”
“Absolutely. Though please bear in mind that we haven’t finished everything yet.”
“Of course. Thank you.”
Daniel watched as Ellen lingered around the caretakers flat taking pics on her iPad of the kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and lounge. As they left the flat she snapped more pictures of the entrance way, lifts, and even the notice board. Now she had found her voice there seemed to be no stopping her as she went on to ask about heating, security, local schools, colleges, community centres, sports centres, and even places of worship. Keith, Craig, Douglas and Rob patiently answered each question until Keith suggested they use the lift to see the view from the top floor. Rob stressed that these apartments had yet to be renovated and suggested Ellen may not want to take photographs of those. Ellen nodded as the large lift doors opened and all six of them piled in.
As they watched the floor numbers creeping up Daniel once again felt that same tingling he’d felt on leaving the car. The coffee this morning and juice at lunch were clearly making their way through his body. He never used the bathroom at work so it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to waiting and today would be no different.
Flat 15C was totally different to the caretakers flat with doors hanging off old kitchen cupboards, curtains falling down, torn wallpaper and bare floorboards. Daniel was very careful how he went, anxious not to get his suit covered in anything. Walking over towards the large lounge window Daniel heard Ellen gasp loudly.
“Oh my word! What a view! It’s like being at the top of a big wheel only so much better.”
Keith unlocked the veranda and Ellen walked out into the drizzle looking all around.
“People would pay a fortune in Glasgow for a view like this! It’s truly breathtaking.”
Daniel settled for looking through the window where he felt drier, cleaner and safer. Suddenly recalling the other three tower blocks he asked his colleague what was happening to them. It was Douglas who answered pulling out a blueprint from his pocket and opening it out. Pointing at it as he spoke he animatedly and eagerly talked about how the other towers were due to be demolished and in their place a community garden would be build with benches, flower beds and grass areas for children to play. Daniel looked up from the paper to see Ellen had joined them as she poured over the plans excitedly.
“So will this all be completed within the timescale?”
“Not within the next three weeks no. The demolition is scheduled for this Tuesday morning and then the rest of that week will be the clearing up. The ground will then need settled and flattened before anything else. I’m afraid the garden will be worked on still after our guests have moved in. We’ll keep disturbance as minimal as possible of course. I believe the press will get the announcement about our plans for Tulloch Court here on Monday so you might want to prepare your clients beforehand.”
Daniel looked at Ellen. Until this morning she didn’t even know anything about these plans and even he had to admit it appeared that Dundee City Council had had things agreed well before he was even told. Now they had just one week to talk to over 130 refugees, few of whom spoke English, and persuade them to move almost 100 miles away to live in a tower block in a new town before they heard it all second hand via the news. Even he had to admit that wouldn’t be easy. |
Ellen longs to get back home
Once again Ellen found herself the only woman in the group. Looking around the inside of the tower block thought she had to admit it was nothing like she’d imagined. It smelled of fresh paint and the floor was cleaned and polished. The area was open, fresh, and airy and walking around it looked like there were actually 6 flats in total too which was more than Daniel had first thought.
Listening to what was being said Ellen felt excited in her spirit at the idea of communal areas where everyone could access support. She could easily imagine Oleksandr’s little one and young Ihor running about and perhaps the primary school kids getting help with their homework in one of the other flats. During the day the adults could be getting English lessons, or money advice or help understanding bills. The possibilities were so exciting and it would mean they could sustain so many of the friendships and community feel created living on the cruise ship but with much more personal space for each family.
Seeing the impressive caretakers flat Ellen could easily imagine herself living there. The kitchen was bigger and better laid out than her own small maisonette in Glasgow and the second bedroom was a large double unlike her tiny box room at home. Snapping away on her iPad taking pictures Ellen imagined herself showing Taras, Myroslava, Inna or Oleksandr back on the boat. Myroslava especially often talked about missing cooking a lot because on the cruise ship meals were all provided in the large dining area and seeing this kitchen Ellen knew she’d become quite emotional. Something like a kitchen that everyone just seemed to take for granted was huge to those on the ship and Ellen understood that so well.
Leaving the caretaker flat now and heading to the 15th floor Ellen gave eye contact to Daniel. It was strange seeing him revert back to his quiet professional demeanour after they’d been chatting, laughing and even kissing just moments earlier. Now he seemed nervous, distracted even, as the numbers on the lift slowly went up. Taking a quick photo of the lift as everyone stepped out Ellen noticed immediately that this floor was nothing like the ground floor. The layout of the doors to the flats was identical but the walls here were covered in graffiti, the flooring was torn and filthy and the whole place was dirty and dusty.
Flat 15C faced East and was bigger inside than the caretakers one they had just came from. Walking through the hallway into the lounge Ellen was struck by how musty this flat smelled but what got her attention even more was the view from the large lounge window. Taking another photo both from the window and from the balcony Ellen couldn’t resist taking a short video to really convey how fabulous the view actually was even on a cloudy drizzly day. She wouldn’t need an interpreter to translate this as she couldn’t help but comment on how much someone would pay for such a view back in Glasgow. She was so distracted by the sea and the skyline that she hadn’t noticed Daniel being shown some plans. Keen not to miss anything when she heard chatting she came back in to listen and look herself.
While it was just a plan on paper Ellen was incredibly excited at the prospect of a community garden. Outside space was always a priority for so many of the refugees and something she knew was sorely missed living on a cruise ship. It was a luxury many had to sacrifice in order to have a roof over their heads but now seeing plans in front of her Ellen couldn’t help but get a little emotional. Listening as the contractor explained how it would all come about Ellen now actually wished she could be here to watch the incredible transformation taking place. It was hard to imagine what the area would look like with the other tower blocks demolished which would also give a brilliant view from every angle of the building.
Querying the timescales Ellen looked at Daniel as he looked at her as Douglas explained the dates for demolition, the continued refurbishment of the tower and the renovation of the garden area. It all seemed so quick, so tight, but so exciting. All except for one thing that was: the impending public press announcement that Ellen knew would shock and disturb everyone still living on the ship.
They trusted Ellen now so if they were to hear that they were being shipped miles away to a tower block the other side of Scotland and she hadn’t told them first she’d lose that trust instantly. An entire year of building relationships would be destroyed overnight. Not only that but putting so many vulnerable people into the firing line of press attention would shake the entire refugee community. They had a right to know all she was hearing and seeing and be respected by being told rather than hearing it on the news.
No matter how lovely the flats were painted or how beautiful a community garden they had planned if the people on the Adventurer II felt Ellen had betrayed them it would all be in vain.
Ellen was itching to get back home now to start thinking of ways to inform and persuade her friends, hoping the photographs would at least help combined with the promise of a stable home at last. Assuming the plan was now to perhaps sign whatever was necessary before leaving for Glasgow Ellen was shocked when Keith suddenly announced something as they were walking down the hall of the flat back towards the lifts.
“So now you have seen Tulloch Court we can head back to my office at the council headquarters. There’s tea and coffee on offer and I I’ll dig out some biscuits so we can discuss exactly how many flats you require and what sizes and we can check local schools and nurseries for availability. I assume there’s children involved in this project given the size of properties that were requested? The more information we have the more we can, as a council and community, fully prepare for this. The funding is already in place so the more we can get organised now the better. We really want to give these guests a very warm welcome to Dundee.”
Daniel seemed equally as shocked at this, though he nodded willingly only asking if we could follow behind Keith since he wasn’t familiar with the city at all. Ellen had no choice but to go too and after all she did want to make sure everything was in place so she could reassure the refugees who were bound to have a lot of concerns.
It was a good job she had no one to be getting home to she thought as they all returned to the large lift again this time watching the numbers going door rather than up. |
Daniel longs to get home
Daniel hoped that the tour of the tower block wouldn’t be much longer now. Surely if all the flats were the same layout there was no need to see them all? Keith seemed to have everything organised his end and the rest could be sorted via email now so once the contract was signed they should be free to start heading home. It was now almost 3pm and with an hour and a half minimum drive ahead, possibly longer if they hit rush hour in Glasgow then having to drop Ellen back at the dock yard first, he would be lucky to get home for 5pm. The twinges from his bladder were only slightly distracting at present but he knew only too well that he’d be very desperate by the time he got home.
Looking around the top floor flat again he noticed that everyone was now leaving which he was so relieved about. That was until Keith casually mentioned they were expected at the council offices to sort out some paperwork and discuss a few things. This wasn’t what Daniel wanted but there was no way he was going to ever say anything. Ever the professional he nodded as enthusiastically as he could muster and smiled. The only other problem was he didn’t actually know where the council offices were! On the way down in the lift Keith handed him a post-it note with a postcode, ‘in case we lose each other on the way.’ Daniel took it hoping not to have to use it but planning to put it into his satnav anyway. The last thing he needed this afternoon was to get lost!
Shaking hands outside the tower while Rob locked and secured the building and security fencing the six adults separated into the three cars, presumably all heading to the same place. Daniel waited for Ellen to belt up before turning the engine on, typing in the postcode quickly then pulling out the car park right behind Keith and Craig with Douglas and Rob behind him again. Copying every move of the car in front Daniel indicated and turned on cue. Stopping at a red light behind the council vehicle Daniel briefly turned to Ellen.
“I wasn’t expecting this. Were you?”
“Nope. In fact I was kinda hoping we’d have been heading home soon. Saying that they really are pulling out all the stops here aren’t they. Judging by the amount of work they have done already on that tower I’d say they’ve known about this a lot longer than we have.”
“I was just thinking the exact same thing. There’s no way that caretaker flat has been refurbished like that in a matter of days never mind all the painting and cleaning. Mind you if they have done that in a few days then it bodes well for getting the full tower done on time. Those time scales seemed awful ambitious to me.”
“You’re not the only one. Oh he’s turning right. Don’t lose him Daniel.”
Daniel focussed back on driving following the car in front closely as they edged through city traffic. The place was still jumping with students who seemed to fill every orifice of every building and still multiply like magic. Ellen seemed to understand that Daniel needed to concentrate as they wound their way through busy streets in the direction of the sea. Finally the council vehicle pulled into a small NCP car park and parked up. Daniel parked next to them and saw the contractors van park right across in his rear view mirror. As they all exited their vehicles again Daniel looked around searching for a pay machine but Craig appeared to read his thoughts. He hadn’t spoken much until now but as he typed something on his phone he nodded to Daniel and Ellen.
“That’s all three vehicles paid.”
Keith thanked him before leading the way into the large imposing building. Dundee house was much more modern inside than out as Craig signed everyone in at reception as Keith led the way into yet another lift. Daniel tapped his leg absentmindedly as this slower but more comfortable lift took them all up 4 flights. Following the others down a corridor they were ushered into a large office room where an urn was sitting on a table with sugar, milk and mugs close by. A plate of wrapped biscuits was next to it as everyone found a seat.
Daniel really didn’t feel that adding any more liquid to his bladder was helpful but not wanting to appear rude or ungrateful he found himself agreeing to a coffee regardless. Ellen agreed to a tea and with everyone now with hot beverages of their choice in front of them Keith finally got down to business.
“So what did you think of Tulloch Court then?”
Daniel was glad that Ellen spoke first in her usual confident manner. She echoed his thoughts exactly while hinting that they must have been working on it for some time. Of course neither Keith nor Craig responded to that part instead lapping up the praise easily. Then came the questions, as predicted, as the next hour passed in a blur of in-depth discussions around the practicalities of moving over 130 people across Scotland to resettle. Daniel found himself changing position frequently as he drank his coffee politely, crossing his legs at his ankles and pressing his hand casually on the top of his leg more than once or twice.
It was quarter past 5 before Ellen and Daniel left the meeting. Standing up to leave the room Daniel felt his penis tingle and throb. He hadn’t been to the toilet since leaving his home at 8am that morning and he really needed to go now. There was just no way he could bring himself to ask if he could use the gents before leaving though as the thought alone made him blush and shiver. Shaking hands again he let Ellen sign them both out as he headed to the car anxious and sweating. |
The journey home: Ellen
The drive to Dundee House wasn’t long but the meeting dragged on. The council clearly wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, for which Ellen was grateful of course, but it came across at times as all show and no substance. Ellen couldn’t help but worry that when the media shine was no longer on this ‘wonderful benevolent council who came to the rescue’ that support would soon dwindle and the refugees would be left on their own with little to no support. While everyone agreed that support had to be there not for the refugees to come to rely on but to prepare them for independence Ellen knew only too well that these were vulnerable people who mostly didn’t speak the language, who had been through traumatic life changing events and who were now being uprooted suddenly all over again. They would need support for quite some time before it could be phased out.
Ellen pushed the council to make sure there was a full multiagency approach, that every single apartment in the tower was completed to the highest standard including flooring and decoration and that there was definitely adequate other provisions in place like nursery places, school places and that the local GP surgeries could cope with the extra patient load. Being reassured that until 6 months or so ago all four towers had tenants in most flats and therefore all local amenities were more than able to cope Ellen felt a bit more settled. Glancing at Daniel she noticed he looked uncomfortable and distracted. He wasn’t talking much at all, even less than normal, and every time Ellen glanced towards him he was restless. Assuming he might just be tired she was glad when the meeting finished and the contracts were signed. Having now seen the tower block for herself Ellen was convinced this was, at least for now, the best option those on the cruise ship had. It wasn’t her signing the contract though though Daniel seemed overly keen to get it signed and handed over too.
Daniel remained quiet and distracted in the lift back down as well as while Ellen signed them both out. Walking quickly to the car Ellen struggled to keep up with him as she realised it was cooler now than when they arrived and beginning to get dark too. What was originally supposed to have just been a morning had very quickly stretched to the entire day and Ellen was incredibly grateful for the fact she had a lift home in Daniel’s car.
Daniel started the car quickly before Ellen had even belted up as he put the car into reverse and followed the sat nav direction out onto a main road. Ellen watched the sat nav in silence as Daniel drove, her mind thinking back to all the events of the day. As they drove down Hawkhill then joined Perth Road Ellen looked out the windows as they passed Dundee University wondering if any of the refugees might one day end up there.
Daniel was still quiet like his mind was elsewhere and Ellen initially didn’t want to disturb him as he drove in the rain on unfamiliar roads. Perth Road seemed to last forever but finally they turned and joined the A85 duel carriageway then left at a roundabout and finally onto the A90. According to the sat nav this appeared to go on for several miles so Ellen decided it was now safe to talk.
“Well at least I can say I have been to Dundee now. You know for all I didn’t want to come this morning I am so glad I did. That tower block was totally different inside to how I imagined.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you seriously think they will get every flat ready on time? That bit really worries me to be honest.”
“Depends how many are on the job I guess.”
“ I suppose. Daniel will you do me a favour and keep on top of them? I’d hate to make promises to everyone that I can’t keep. What was that we worked out again? 68 flats wasn’t it? I suppose that leaves a whole floor and a half that we don’t need, though I guess they really need to do those too for the scatter flats they are keeping for themselves. It sounds like they have most of those filled already too. You know another thing I am still worried about? That caretaker stuff. I know how slow you councils are at recruiting folk. I takes three weeks just to agree on the wording of any adverts never mind interview and select someone. I wouldn’t want to live in a tower that size without a caretaker, would you?”
“Mmmmm. No.”
Ellen looked at Daniel as he drove on the busy A road. He was tense looking, stressed looking, and he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
“Are you ok?”
“What? Of course I am. I…I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to snap like. Oft I’m sorry. It’s just I’m…I’m a bit tired.”
“Maybe we should pull over somewhere and take a break then? It’s not safe to drive tired. Actually I could do with a wee stretch of my legs too. That meeting dragged on didn’t it.”
“No! Let’s not stop eh. The traffic is bad enough and I really want to get home. Keith should never have assumed we could be delayed like that. “
“As long as you are sure?”
Ellen looked out the window feeling like Daniel was sounding snappy. He probably was tired. It had been a long day and he’d done all the driving so was it any wonder he was grumpy and tired now? The problem was that she hadn’t just suggested a break because she wanted to stretch her legs. The bottle of juice in the car at lunch time combined with the mug of tea in the meeting were making her need to pee again. According to the sat nav they still had over an hour to go before they reached Glasgow. She’d have to just wait until home which hopefully wouldn’t be too much of a struggle. The traffic was busy but it was flowing well. So as long as it continued like that it should all be fine.
Feeling her damp leggings still at her feet from earlier Ellen looked out the front windscreen thinking. If only the others in the meeting in Dundee had known she was sitting there with no knickers on. That thought turned her on a little as she heard Daniel shifting in his seat again.
That was when she suddenly realised that she had been with him all day long and not once had he used a toilet or even hinted at requiring one. Either he had an enormous bladder or he was too embarrassed to mention it. Turning to look at him it was suddenly obvious why he was snappy and distracted. Sitting in the drivers seat right beside her Ellen could clearly see how tight his suit trousers now looked and how distended and swollen his bladder looked. Why he wasn’t wanting to stop for a break now was a mystery to her. He must be absolutely dying for a wee. Just thinking about it made her nipples hard and tingly and her heart beat faster. |
The journey home: Daniel
Wishing Ellen would walk faster Daniel was in the car, seatbelt on and sat nav pressed to home before Ellen even got in. Didn’t she know they had a long journey ahead of them and every minute counted? Reversing out the parking space and then driving out the car park Daniel concentrated carefully on listening to the satnav trying his best to ignore the constant pressure in his crotch and bladder. He’d driven home from work many many days aching to piss and seriously wondering if he’d make it but this was fundamentally different for two reasons: firstly he wasn’t alone so that meant grabbing himself wasn’t really appropriate and secondly he wasn’t close to home by any description. Combining both these stressed Daniel so much as he found himself being snappy and grumpy whenever Ellen spoke to him.
He hated himself for being like that but the pressure in his bladder was constant and being so restricted by driving wasn’t helping one bit. Thankfully Ellen seemed to understand, or at least he hoped she did after he brushed off his moodiness by saying he was tired. In one way he genuinely was: he was incredibly tired of fighting against his body’s need to urinate. The last coffee in the meeting had been the final straw. What possessed Keith to think he could just keep them back so much longer when he’d already delayed then hours? It wasn’t like he’d even mentioned a meeting before but simply sprung it on them both giving them no choice really.
City traffic was both annoying Daniel and helping him. The fact it was delaying him even longer getting home and using the toilet was incredibly frustrating but having the ability to change positions and wriggle his body at lights and junctions was definitely helping keep his bladder at bay. Once on the A90 Daniel had to focus with everything he had as the traffic moved faster and the volume of traffic increased yet again. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the sound of Ellen’s voice or want to hear her talking. Ordinarily he loved nothing more but now her every word was distracting and difficult to process as Daniel clenched his buttock muscles tightly as another strong urge to piss almost overcame him. Wriggling a little on the seat and struggling to find a position that eased the urges was such a struggle as he hoped Ellen wasn’t aware of his predicament at all. The thought she might find out mortified and embarrassed him so much.
When Ellen suggested stopping for a break Daniel almost crashed the car in shock! That was the last thing ever he wanted to do as he knew only too well that his shy bladder would never allow him to release anything in a public toilet. He’d then have to return to the car even more desperate than he’d left risking Ellen realising there was a problem. The sooner they got to Glasgow the better for everyone! Seeing signs for Perth at last Daniel knew he’d already made it almost a third of the way home. As he joined seamlessly onto the M90 he continued following the signs towards Stirling as the satnav directed. The entire time he could feel his suit trousers cutting into his bladder as he rubbed his upper thigh desperately every opportunity he had. He longed to squeeze his dick, push against it and move a lot more to help but with the seatbelt on, the fact he was driving plus the fact Ellen was right beside him he had to rely almost exclusively on his will power and concentration to hold back the torrent of liquid that bounced inside his bladder. It ached having has bladder so swollen as he tried desperately not to think about pissing or toilets of any sort.
Ellen had been quiet for a while but as the stretch of morotorway was coming to an end and signs indicated the miles to major cities like Dunblane, Stirling, and Glasgow, she started chatting once again pointing out something Daniel really didn’t want mentioned.
“Oh Daniel look! There’s a services coming up. Isn’t that the one we stopped at coming the way? I think we should stop again don’t you?”
Daniel could feel his face reddening though he hoped his dark skin might hide it from Ellen. Then Ellen did something that caused his body to jump involuntarily as he held the steering wheel tightly to keep the car under control. Gently, affectionately, she stroked the top of his leg as she carried on talking.
“We could always…you know…kiss again. Maybe this time we could actually go inside that McDonald’s and even perhaps grab a bite to eat? We’re already late home and I’m getting hungry. What’d you reckon?”
Feeling Ellen’s hand on his upper thigh millimetres from the tip of his aching penis was too much of a shock to Daniel as he felt dribbles of warm liquid leak into his tight boxers. Squeezing tightly he sucked air through gritted teeth as the extreme urge to piss more almost overwhelmed him. Pushing his left foot firmly onto the floor of the car he pushed his body back into the seat straightening his back as he fidgeted the best he could given the restrictions he had. It wasn’t helping much and Ellen still hadn’t removed her hand. In fact he swore she’d even moved it a tiny bit nearer his swollen manhood that was hard with the extreme need to pee.
“I’ve…I’ve got dinner at home. There’s…mmm….nicer places we can…em….kiss too. I really need to keep going. I hope you…gasp…understand.”
As the roundabout approached with Broxden services at the third exit Daniel indicated to take the first exit and slip road to the A9. Joining the duel carriageway with the chance to stop now behind him Daniel began wondering if he’d made the right decision.
“Of course. If your sat nav is accurate we’ve only got an hour or so now until home. My stomach can wait that long. It was just a thought. I’d probably have had a wee if we’d stopped but an hour isn’t long to wait is it?”
Daniel groaned. Every second was torture right now let alone an hour! Trying to refocus on the road Daniel took deep breaths as he now bounced his left leg up and down while his right leg remained down on the accelerator. Ellen’s hand was still gently rubbing his upper thigh as Daniel had a sudden brain wave. His thoughts clouded by the sheer urgency for release he removed his left hand temporarily from the steering wheel as he rested it on top of Ellen’s on his thigh before quickly but gently guiding it so it was now on top of his penis. Very briefly smiling at Ellen he quickly returned to looking out the windscreen and mirrors to safely drive as he couldn’t help but twist his crotch a little in the seat.
“You sure I’m not distracting you Daniel?”
“Oft definitely not darling. In fact that helps me drive more than you would ever know.” |
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