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Daniel finally tells Ellen something
Ellen sat quietly in awe watching Daniel. His every move captivated her and drew her to him as she imagined the pressure he must be enduring and the self control he was expressing. Why hadn’t he mentioned that he needed to wee badly? It was only the two of them in the car so why be so shy?
As they travelled along the busy A90 then onto the M90, passing lorries easily, Ellen spotted a sign that made her heart jump. They were almost approaching the very same services they had stopped at coming the way, the very car park where they kissed for the first time. There was something magical, romantic even, about there and she longed to relive that moment. As much as she was getting rather excited watching Daniel struggle she also hated the idea of him being in pain so stopping would also allow him an opportunity to relieve himself too. Suggesting they maybe stop for dinner Ellen knew instantly that Daniel didn’t appreciate that thought at all as he practically shouted at her about having food at home. Ellen could only imagine the stress he was under though as she worried he might actually explode with the pressure.
Watching Daniel’s tense and anxious face Ellen’s heart went out to him. Wanting to reassure him and comfort him she reached out her hand gently to rub his thigh affectionately. She hadn’t meant to startle him but the way he suddenly tensed and pushed back in the seat and wriggled frantically whilst still driving told her she definitely had. Feeling guilty she kept her hand in place gently rubbing hoping Daniel would know she was only trying to support him. Looking at the roundabout in front of them to make sure Daniel was still safe to drive she watched as he indicated for the first exit and continued onto the A9 completely bypassing the services.
Was Daniel crazy? Even a child would have been able to tell he was absolutely bursting for the loo right now yet he’d just passed up the opportunity to go. Ellen’s heart was pounding with adrenaline, her hands clammy and her body moist as Daniel carefully slid his left hand off the steering wheel resting it gently on top of hers before moving her hand just a little until she could feel his very swollen penis under her sweaty palm. Ellen shivered a little with excitement as she gently rubbed the end of Daniel’s manhood through his suit trousers the same way she had been rubbing on his thigh. Was Daniel getting just as much of a thrill from having to wee badly as she was watching him? Checking she wasn’t distracting him from driving her stomach did a loop to loop when Daniel smiled as he controlled the car professionally as he now spoke clearer and stronger than before.
“Oft definitely not darling. In fact that helps me drive more than you would ever know.”
Darling? Daniel had never called her that before as Ellen felt she might scream in hysteria. Ever mindful of the fact Daniel was driving combined with the fact he was yet to even suggest or hint about needing to pee she gently rubbed her hand over his hard penis as she felt his body tense and squirm around her. Her own body was warm and fluttery as she now worried about her lack of pants sensing her own privates warming and getting wetter. If she continued rubbing Daniel she feared her own body might overreact which would pose a huge distraction for Daniel. As much as she was loving the thrill of what was happening she had to be practical and sensible.
“You will tell me if this is too much won’t you? I mean you are driving on a busy A road in the early evening in drizzly rain. Are you sure we shouldn’t pull off somewhere.?”
Ellen continued gently swirling her fingers and pressing the tip of what she could tell was Daniel’s erect penis. She could feel it moving under her fingers both responding to her touch but also, she assumed, snaking with the urge to let out urine. Before Daniel answered his whole crotch tensed again and his left leg shook.
“I’m fine honey. Please please don’t stop.”
Swallowing nervously Ellen wanted to say something but decided to wait as Daniel lurched forwards quite suddenly pushing his hand firmly on top of hers and pressing down hard with his whole hand. Ellen had to say something now before they had an accident. She really liked Daniel an awful lot but he wasn’t safe to drive like this any longer. Wether he agreed or not she had to be firm and make him stop at the first available opportunity whenever that appeared. Scanning the dark road for any signs of services she took a big breath in as Daniel finally moved his own hand away.
“Look Daniel you seem very distracted. I really think you need to pull into the next services. Even if you don’t want to eat I need a wee and you need a break. Are you sure you are ok?”
Shuffling on his seat breathlessly Daniel took a moment to answer.
“I’d rather just go straight home.”
Ellen left his words hanging for a minute as she looked at Daniel from head to foot. His hair was damp with sweat, his neck tense and warm. His heart was beating fast, his lower back wedged tight into the seat and his legs were taut and shaky. His middle was swollen so much his trousers were stretched tightly across his full bladder and he could barely sit still even with a seat belt on. Home was still at least 50 minutes away now and it was blatantly obvious to anyone that Daniel would never last anywhere near that long. Wondering how to broach the elephant in the room Ellen squeezed Daniel’s penis as he grabbed his own thigh with his left hand and squeezed himself so hard Ellen thought he must have left a mark. If he carried on much more his entire driver’s seat would surely be soaked.
Enough was enough.
Speaking softly and gently Ellen moved her head as close to Daniel’s as she could trying not to distract him from driving any more than he already was. Whispering she hoped he would drop the macho defence finally and confess his predicament.
“There’s no shame in needing a wee. It’s ok to have to pull in somewhere and go.”
Daniel whispered back, his voice quiet and hoarse.
“I’m…I’m trying to wait until I get home.”
Ellen pushed a bit more making sure the traffic was still flowing fine. Still whispering even though it was only them in the car as she squeezed again with her fingers as Daniel whimpered.
“I guessed as much but it’s too far. You look like you are bursting to go.”
“I….oh shit….”
Now speaking at normal volume Ellen squeezed more as the tips of her fingers now felt warm and wet. Knowing why her entire body tingled as Daniel squirmed tearfully.
“It’s…it’s just a leak. I can make it. I can make it.”
“Would it help if I undid your trousers?”
“Oh God yes!”
Ellen leaned as close as her seatbelt would allow as she undid the top button of Daniel’s beige suit trousers and unzipped the fly sliding her hand inside to grip his penis feeling his warm wet underwear clinging to his erection. While she did so she felt she had to say something.
“You have to promise me you’ll pull over as soon as it’s safe. Even if it’s just a lay-by. Ok?”
“Ok. But don’t stop squeezing me. You promise? I’m fucking dying for a piss Ellen. I’ve been bursting since we were at the tower block!”
“Seriously? That was hours ago! I need a wee too but good grief I could never hold for that long. You should have said Daniel. We all need to wee. I mean I couldn’t even hold on at lunchtime let alone until now. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. We can’t both wee ourselves on this trip eh.”
“Squeeze me hard Ellen! Harder!” |
Daniel’s reliance on Ellen
Even with Ellen’s hand gently rubbing and pressing on his hard-on Daniel still couldn’t get comfortable at all. The pressure was tremendous as each spasm from his bladder threatening to make his dick erupt involuntarily. While the A9 was busy in both lanes Daniel was grateful that the road was primarily straight as he wriggled and tapped his leg furiously. Being able to stay in fifth gear at least meant his left leg was free to move even if his right one wasn’t. Having Ellen pressing on his crotch was helping but still he felt like he would explode any second.
He definitely didn’t need any more distractions as he concentrated fully on keeping his muscles closed and driving safely. As long as Ellen kept rubbing and pushing against the ever so sensitive tip of his dick he might just make it home. When Ellen yet again commented on the fact he looked distracted and suggested pulling over it really touched a nerve. Did she not think him capable? He wasn’t a young child unable to control his own body. He was a grown adult in a professional job who would pee as and when he decided to not when someone else said so! He could make it home. He knew he could. Wriggling more he struggled to talk with every word meaning he had to pause concentration just to speak.
“I’d rather just go straight home.”
As if taunting him and mocking him his body responded immediately by sending such a strong urge that forced Daniel to bend forwards and use his left hand to squeeze his upper thigh hard to distract his mind from the pain and urgency elsewhere. Ellen seemed to respond by squeezing the tip of his member and between the squirming and squeezing the wave finally passed and he made it through…just. Knowing the next wave would be stronger again Daniel bit his lip as his back dripped with sweat.
Of course Ellen had to know exactly what was wrong with him by now. He may as well have a neon flashing light announcing it to the whole world but yet actually saying it still seemed impossible. It was a deeply private matter and one that Daniel preferred keeping that way. To Daniel it was exactly like having an erection: If the actual words were never said then he could somehow pretend to himself that it wasn’t happening. Denial had always served him well over the years from living at home with his strict mum to his high school days of avoiding the school toilets. Even though now it was only Ellen and him in the car the words just refused to come out. Saying it in Daniel’s eyes was allowing his brain to acknowledge it which would only make holding 100 times harder. Even hearing someone else saying it would be awful and dangerous right now.
It was as if Ellen Hemmingdale had read his mind and she was deliberately goading him as she leaned nearer his face and whispered seductively.
“There’s no shame in needing a wee. It’s ok to have to pull in somewhere and go.”
To Daniel she may as well have said there’s no shame in having a hard on and having to pull in to masturbate! Wasn’t it deemed exposure in either case? Some things should only ever be done behind closed doors and urinating and sex were up there for Daniel. Of course Ellen would never understand, nor could she ever empathise with the urgent desire he felt right that second for both! Having such a beautiful amazing and curvy woman fondling his tender sensitive and ever tingling penis was torture and ecstasy in equal measure. The very millisecond he got home he’d burst with rivers of pent up urine then immediately cum from the very sensations he was feeling right now. With every fibre of his being he longed to piss so badly but with every sexual orifice of his body he longed to be inside Ellen too. Her words sent shivers up his spine as hearing her confirming what his brain was struggling to acknowledge seemed to connect them as if they were one.
She wouldn’t understand. She couldn’t possibly know the double meaning behind the words. Breathlessly, hoarsely, through gritted teeth, he forced his mouth to form words.
“I’m…I’m trying to wait until I get home.”
Now Ellen was taking him to his absolute limit as she pressed and rubbed his hard-on like she actually wanted it to burst! Daniel whimpered unable to ask her to stop but feeling he no longer had any control as he looked out the windscreen and mirrors as he drove on a busy duel carriageway while someone was alluring him sexually in ways he’d never known possible all while in an excruciating urgent need to piss! Everything Ellen now said seemed to carry a double meaning as she commented that home was too far away to wait and he was clearly bursting to go. Fuck she was hitting the bullseye with both her words and her actions as Daniel felt heat rise from the tip of his toes right through every vein into his hot sweaty face.
It was all too much as warm liquid coursed down the length of Daniel’s member and spurted out uncontrollably. Unsure if he had cum or leaked pee Daniel panicked panting that it was only a leak and repeating to himself that he could still hold. Unable to look or even feel how bad the damage was Daniel was nervous as he knew from experience that if it was piss he had just leaked that it might just be the beginning of the end. Panicking he tried refocusing back on driving in an attempt to ignore what had just happened hoping the darkness outside would hide everything.
Still absolutely bursting but buzzing with excitement and adrenaline and unbelievably turned on still he scanned the road ahead for any signs of a lay-by or service area. In the state he was in he worried his concentration at the wheel might lapse any second and he knew only too well how dangerous that could be. His bladder ached now so much and he was in such a heightened state already that when Ellen suggested undoing his suit trousers he instantly agreed believing it would allow his bladder to expand more and increase his ability to hold back.
Daniel had to hold his breath as he tensed his whole body as he now realised that Ellen would have to temporarily let go of his penis to undo his trousers. Thankfully she was super quick but those seconds were almost fatal as more warm liquid sped instantly down his dick threatening to escape. Ellen unzipped his fly and slid her hand down gripping him tightly just in the nick of time. The feeling of a woman squeezing him and rubbing him through his own warm wet boxer briefs was heavenly as Daniel gripped the steering wheel tightly to stop his hands from touching Ellen. Was this what it felt like being tied up, helpless to move your hands whilst a big beautiful sexy woman had her way with you? Daniel’s mind filled with sexual thoughts towards Ellen as her hand was now the only thing both preventing him wetting whilst simultaneously driving him sexually in sane. He was dying to cum but more than that, much more than that, right this minute he was so fucking bursting to piss he could hardly stand it.
Very aware of Ellen yet equally encased in his own world in order to keep control of his body Daniel heard Ellen speak but it took a few seconds to process it.
“You have to promise me you’ll pull over as soon as it’s safe. Even if it’s just a lay-by. Ok?”
That was exactly what he was going to do anyway but in order to get there safely and in a dry car Ellen needed to help him. It was time she heard just how bad things really were.
“Ok. But don’t stop squeezing me. You promise? I’m fucking dying for a piss Ellen. I’ve been bursting since we were at the tower block!”
Daniel heard Ellen replying but as he was fighting another powerful spasm he couldn’t process a single word. He could feel it rising again more powerful than ever…
“Squeeze me hard Ellen! Harder!”
Thankfully she did just that as Daniel squirmed and took deep breaths facing out the front windscreen the entire time. There had to be a lay-by soon or even better some services. Things were more urgent than ever now. If only this was a motorway with a hard shoulder he could pull onto and not a duel carriageway at rush hour on a Monday evening!
With Ellen massaging, squeezing and pinching his head with her fingers and often touching his testicles too Daniel knew he owed her everything. If it wasn’t for her intervention, her kneading and squeezing and understanding he knew he’d be sitting in a pile of his own piss mortified and humiliated right now. He’d be sure to thank Ellen as he distracted himself by thinking up lovely ways to do so.
“Daniel! Daniel! Look! Finally! Can you see it? Thank goodness. At last. Pull into that petrol station honey. And don’t even think about lying to me that you’ll make it home honey. You’ve done incredible to hold this long. I’m so proud of you honey. So unbelievably proud of you!” |
The petrol station: Ellen
Ellen did exactly as Daniel ordered squeezing his slippery warm penis as hard as she could. Although she couldn’t see it due to being pushed back into her seat constantly by the tight seatbelt she imagined how long and swollen it must be and how warm and lovely it would feel to have it inside her as she squeezed it using another part of her body with muscles made for the task. Allowing her hand to explore where her tongue longed to she closed her eyes as she felt Daniel gyrate and squirm constantly. His moans were unbelievably sexy and his every fidget, groan, and bounce just made her hornier than ever.
Hearing Daniel taking deep breaths in utter determination to keep holding against all the odds Ellen opened her eyes again, refocussed quickly then looked in every direction for somewhere to pull over. It wouldn’t just be Daniel’s body that would explode if they didn’t pull over soon that was for certain.
Seeing a glimpse of yellow in the distance and an information sign approaching Ellen felt excitement bubbling inside her. This had to be..it just had to be…it was! The familiar yellow trademark shell almost made her squeal with elation as she squeezed Daniel’s penis while squirming on her seat.
“Daniel! Daniel! Look! Finally! Can you see it? Thank goodness. At last. Pull into that petrol station honey. And don’t even think about lying to me that you’ll make it home honey. You’ve done incredible to hold this long. I’m so proud of you honey. So unbelievably proud of you!”
It took all the self control Ellen possessed to not grab the steering wheel and direct the car off the road herself but just then Daniel flicked his indicator down ready to pull off. Pulling off immediately into a large Shell petrol station Daniel pulled into the first available pump before stopping the car and turning off the engine. Immediately unclipping her belt Ellen leaned towards Daniel as he slumped over the steering wheel with both hands slammed hard over hers which was still pinching, rubbing and squeezing ferociously at his penis. Breathlessly, tearfully Daniel whined like a little boy.
“I’m…I’m not going to make it!”
“Yes! Yes you are Daniel. You’ve made it this far.”
Pulling her other arm around to comfort Daniel Ellen felt her wrist hit something. Her eyes naturally looked to see what it was as her face brightened and lit up with an idea. Snapping the lid off one handedly Ellen hurriedly grabbed at the empty cardboard mug from McDonald’s where they had first stopped on the way to Dundee. Using her free hand she slid the cup under the steering wheel as close as she could to her other hand.
“Here! Daniel! Here! Quick!”
Daniel pulled his head up in the dark forecourt, his eyes shining from the reflection of the fuel station lights.
Ellen watched as Daniel gently but urgently moved her hand off his penis as he used his own hand to aim it carefully into the empty mug. Ellen felt she should look away but transfixed by everything she actually found herself staring in wonder and awe seeing just a snippet of the body part she’d been gripping and fondling for so long. It took a second to hear anything but then in the silence of the car the noise of wee filling the cup was both unmistakable and incredibly erotic. Glancing down at the second cup Ellen wondered about offering that to Daniel too but hearing the flow already slowing she began to wonder. Surely after not going all day Daniel couldn’t possibly only pee enough to fill a coffee cup? Seeing the almost clear liquid reflecting off the petrol station lights as Daniel carefully placed the full cup back into the cup holder between the seats again Ellen was about to question if that was all he had to do when Daniel answered the question for her.
“I thought that would help but my God it’s bloody torture only doing a tiny bit. I gotta get to a gents like NOW!”
Ellen watched as he squirmed and bounced on the seat just like before all the time struggling to tuck his penis back into his trousers, zip up his fly and fasten his trousers again. Clearly thinking it might be easier doing it standing up he pushed his door open and stood up only to then bend over holding himself pushing his knees and thighs tight together.
Ellen stepped out the car smiling. She couldn’t deny that seeing Daniel bursting still was such a huge thrill and a major turn on. Closing the car door she walked towards the forecourt shop assuming Daniel was trailing behind her. The door opened automatically as Ellen looked around the mini market type shop frantically searching for a loo. Stepping towards the back wall she turned to nod to Daniel. There wasn’t a gents or a ladies or even a baby change but there was one universal disabled toilet all on its own. Walking towards it briskly Ellen reached out to pull the door open for Daniel but it wouldn’t budge. Seeing that the red engaged sign on the door handle was displaying she bit her lip nervously. Now standing in front of a locked toilet her own bladder had decided it wanted release pretty urgently as she tapped her leg impatiently.
Daniel’s face said it all as he now looked between Ellen and the locked door repeatedly. Leaning his head against the locked door he sighed loudly with one hand slid in his pocket and the other under his head.
“We’ll be ok Daniel. It’ll be free any moment.”
Whispering while looking Ellen right in the eye Daniel replied.
“It’s bad. Really bad.”
Keeping the hushed tones Ellen slid her own hand down towards her own crotch suddenly remembering that she had no pants on.
“I know. I’m desperate too!”
Daniel looked at her, his pained stressed look telling her everything. Then his head lurched forwards as he struggled to not fall over. The door he was leaning on was being opened! Not even being polite and letting them out Daniel barged in almost knocking the person over. Ellen stepped forwards out the way to allow the person past her before suddenly realising the toilet door was shutting and she was now inside with Daniel who was already standing in front of the loo peeing strongly!
If she opened the door to leave she now risked exposing Daniel but staying might make Daniel feel she was imposing on him. Her heart racing Ellen’s ears rang to the sound of urine flowing fast and furiously as she found herself rocking and dancing against the door trying not to wee on the bathroom floor. The urge to release was urgent, overwhelming, overbearing now as she pulled her dress up either side to her hips and ran towards the toilet where Daniel was still standing peeing with dribbles of wee dripping onto the floor.
“It’s coming! I can’t stop it!”
Startled from hearing and now seeing Ellen behind him when he assumed he was alone Daniel turned around still holding his peeing penis as urine spilled over the toilet seat as a result. Wide eyed and eyebrows raised everything happened so quickly he couldn’t keep up. Still peeing over the toilet seat Ellen raced towards him with pee dribbling from her naked vagina as she opened her broad shaved legs and sat down over the loo as Daniel now finished emptying his bladder all over her naked thighs and down her leg. As his bladder finished off Ellen’s started immediately so fast it sounded like a large dam busting. Shaking the final drips consciously onto the top of Ellen’s exposed inner thigh Daniel tucking his penis away and zipped up staring in amazement at Ellen on the toilet.
Ellen looked up as their eyes met, a strange mixture emitting from Daniel’s face of sheer relief yet urgent desire. If anyone understood how it was possible to experience that unique combination together at once it was her. |
The petrol station: Daniel
Daniel hadn’t seen the sign until Ellen enthusiastically pointed it out. His concentration was focused entirely on preventing his piss from escaping and keeping the car safe on the duel carriageway. Indicating to pull off he struggled to slow and stop the car with having to now use his left leg to press the clutch. At least Ellen was still pinching and squeezing but it just wasn’t enough. Shaking and sweating he realised he’d actually been holding his breath ever since pulling off the road with the exertion of trying to not wet himself. Immediately after pulling the hand brake on he tensed up every part of his body he could slamming both hands into his crotch as he felt pee flowing down his penis. The humiliation and shame of making it all this far only to wet himself this close to a bathroom brought tears to his eyes as he moaned in pain. He hated not being in control any longer as he broke down ashamedly confessing to Ellen that despite everything he wouldn’t make it inside after all.
Expecting her to be comforting he was shocked at her reply as she insisted he wouldn’t have an accident. How could she say that though? Had she no idea that pee was tingling strongly now right at the very top of his swollen exhausted penis? Even with Ellen’s hand under his he could feel the dampness in his underwear as another small dribble escaped. With his head down to avoid Ellen seeing him Daniel felt something being pressed into the back of his hand. Looking up just long enough to see what it was he grabbed the paper cup in one hand whilst carefully pulling Ellen’s hand away from his anatomy. Pressing his shaking tense penis into the cup he set his mind solely on controlling the output acutely aware that if he went too fast he risked soaking his suit and the entire drivers side of his car.
Despite being on the very verge of peeing Daniel knew how careful he had to pee in his release at first only allowing the urine that was inside his penis out in small spurts then tightening his urethra so as to only let a thin flow escape. It hurt but it was the only way to only release enough to not overfill the small paper cup. All too quickly his foaming warm output was dangerously close to spilling as Daniel clamped the tip of his penis closed with his thumb and finger as he carefully placed the cup into the cup holder. Feeling the second cup he momentarily toyed with letting more go into that one too but the agony of controlling his release that much was hard to bare. What he really needed was the freedom to burst as much and as fast as his body was able to in a urinal or toilet without anyone watching.
Having now had a taste of release Daniel’s body screamed even louder that before for more as he found he had to bounce and squirm like mad again to keep the dam closed. Struggling to get out the car and make himself decent Daniel limped behind Ellen into the forecourt shop unable to even stand up straight. Assuming Ellen would quickly find the gents on his behalf he acknowledged desperately when she nodded in the direction of a door. Squirming his way towards it Daniel couldn’t believe it when he looked up to see Ellen waiting outside the door clearly looking uncomfortable. No! There couldn’t be someone in the toilet right now? There absolutely couldn’t be!
Resting his head on the door in exasperation Daniel pressed his hand quickly into his suit trouser pocket as his quivering dick dribbled again. Again Ellen insisted it would all be fine, though Daniel did love how controlling she sounded, even demanding. Wanting to please her like she was his master he did everything he could to wait despite letting it be known just how bad the urgency was. In the privacy of his own home under different circumstances he might actually have found this highly erotic but in public wearing his expensive beige suit it lost a small amount of appeal. With the pressure once again intensifying Daniel contemplated smashing the door but just as he was wondering how to do so he found himself falling forwards as the solid door he was leaning on suddenly opened. Correcting his balance quickly all he could think about now was the toilet facing him.
With no time to spare to stop and close the door he unzipped and fished out his penis in half a second as urine burst out it immediately. Grabbing it tighter and aiming it Daniel took deep breaths of relief as his body started to finally relax. Oblivious to anything else around him Daniel physically jumped on hearing Ellen’s voice behind him as he instinctively turned to look spilling urine over the toilet seat. What he saw make his eyes widen and his heart throb. Approaching him urgently was the most beautiful larger lady with a dress hitched up to her hips naked completely underneath with liquid dribbling from between her legs and her face screwed up in desperation.
Hearing her repeating, “it’s coming. I can’t stop it!” made him instantly harden despite pissing still as Ellen pushed in front of him to plonk herself unceremoniously onto the toilet even as he was clearly still going. He couldn’t stop again now he was in full force as he watched his own urine hitting Ellen’s thigh, knees and leg seeing it glistening as it ran towards the floor. The only consolation was that he at least wasn’t making any of her clothes wet but actually in that very moment he didn’t care. Never in his life had he peed on anyone else but now doing it to someone he lusted after it seemed one of the most erotic sensual things ever. Combined with the noise of the torrent of pee Ellen was now releasing and the delight on Ellen’s face Daniel felt blood rushing to his penis fast. Shaking the final dribbles onto Ellen’s thigh it was obvious to them both just how turned on he was once again.
Ellen caught this eye as he raised his head as her raucous giggle became instantly contagious as they both laughed hysterically like naughty children. Still giggling Daniel pulled some toilet roll to dab Ellen’s body dry as Ellen sat there eye sparkling as he dabbed from her ankle up her thick calf to her knee and up her wide thigh until his hand reached her trimmed vagina. With his hand between Ellen’s legs Daniel dropped the toilet roll into the toilet before turning his hand and allowing his fingers to lightly touch Ellen’s privates. It must have ticked as Ellen reacted by shivering and shaking but she definitely didn’t object.
Daniel stepped back then taking Ellen’s hands and pulling her off the toilet. Pulling just a little too much he smiled as her ample body swung into his arms as he threw his arms around Ellen’s neck kissing her neck from under her ears right to her mouth. Ellen whimpered in a way Daniel knew she was loving it just as much as he was. Now kissing her deeply and passionately he only paused to take each side of her dress and pull it over her head before returning to her luscious moist lips that drew him like magnets. Exploring her neck now he sucked and kissed as Ellen undid his trousers and tugged them down easily.
Wanting to treasure every part of Ellen Daniel took a step back again letting his eyes lust easily on the lady he’d fancied for months. Her large lacy bra epitomised sexy in every possible way as Daniel gawped openly like a dog on heat. Ellen’s eyes sparkled in longing as Daniel slowly slid the straps down to reveal the most splendid tits he’d ever seen in his life. Sucking the left nipple until it hardened and grew under his tongue he moved onto the next, twisting it gently with his teeth. All the while Ellen moaned in pleasure as Daniel undid the bra and took it off as he felt Ellen fondle his crotch through his wet boxer briefs. Stepping forward out of his trousers he angled Ellen away from the toilet behind her and against the wall. Ellen’s hand still rubbed and explored his very hard dick through his wet underwear before finally pulling them down too.
Testing to see if Ellen’s body was ready Daniel slid a hand between her legs once again exploring her now soaking wet vaginal and feeling her hard clitoris. Sliding two fingers easily inside her he gasped as her body squeezed them gently and erotically. Leaning down to her face Daniel whispered,
“Are you wanting this as much as I do?”
Ellen gasped, smiling radiantly. Her whispered cheeky reply was all Daniel needed to hear and more besides.
“Daniel I want this even more urgently than you wanted to wee a few minutes ago. We both know how badly that was now don’t we?”
“I’ve never needed anything more urgent in my entire life before.” |
Laughing with Daniel
Even though Daniel had now tucked his penis back inside his trousers Ellen had already seen just how turned on he was. Feeling warm urine still running down her legs she felt very aroused herself so when Daniel pulled off some toilet roll and bent down to dry her legs it was almost too much to cope with. The hairs on her legs tickled and tingled against Daniel’s soft touch so when he moved even further up her thighs Ellen felt giddy with excitement. Watching him bend down she longed to kiss him but she was way too fascinated by what he was doing to interrupt him. When he casually dropped the used paper between her legs she shivered as his fingers brushed against her vaginal hairs.
A queer mixture of adrenaline and arousal suddenly made her very giggly as Daniel raised his head and their eyes met. The more she laughed the more Daniel seemed to join in, a noise that made Ellen delighted and delirious at the same time. Curious what Daniel might do next she watched as he put both hands out inviting her to take her hands in his. Following his lead she did so as he then pulled so quickly and speedily that Ellen’s large body bashed right into Daniel’s as he saved her like he was catching a large beachball with both hands around her neck. Ellen barely had a minute to look up before she felt moisture and sucking against her neck and ears as blood rushed all around her body in eager anticipation.
Kissing Daniel was heavenly as Ellen allowed her tongue to explore everywhere in Daniel’s mouth as he responded by exploring in equal enthusiasm all her body. Longing for more intimacy Ellen moaned in need as Daniel lifted her dress off easily. Every bit as keen to see more of Daniel Ellen reciprocated by undoing his trousers sliding them down just as quickly. Transfixed by the wetness of his underwear Ellen reached out to fondle it but her fingers never managed to reach as she felt the distance between her and Daniel suddenly increasing. Panicking she raised her head to look at Daniel who was standing eyeing her up like she was some sort of sexy goddess!
It felt incredible to have someone look at her that way as she stood there stark naked other than a lacy white bra. Thinking she was already extremely turned on and ready Ellen soon discovered that there was a few more levels to experience yet as Daniel slowly slid down her bra straps before removing it altogether. Now totally naked Ellen fondled at last Daniel’s wet underwear as she stroked and explored his hard on through the wetness all while Daniel sucked her breasts until her nipples almost exploded with need. Her heart beating fast, her body longing and her vagina absolutely swimming in mucus Ellen moaned as Daniel guided her body away from the toilet pan to the side wall of the public loo. Keen to go further and deeper Ellen now pulled Daniel’s underwear down too as his hard penis rubbed against her stomach.
Needy and horny Ellen was thrilled to feel Daniel finally touch her throbbing vagina again as it squelched against his fingers and welcomed them enthusiastically. Making it very obvious her body longed for more Ellen was a little surprised but thrilled when Daniel whispered comfortingly into her ear asking if she wanted to go further. Wanted to go further? Ellen had never wanted anything so badly as she thought quickly of the perfect analogy to make sure Daniel understood. His suggestive eyes and heavy breathing confirmed he’d definitely got the message as he resumed kissing even more hungrily than before.
Now supporting Ellen to lie down on the toilet floor Daniel leaned down over her wide legs like a dog on all fours as he parted her knees to make way for his body to meet hers. Half kneeling half lying Daniel angled his body closer towards Ellen’s as his long hard penis aptly pushed towards its destination like a professionally thrown dart. Ellen gasped feeling Daniel’s thick penis rub against her clit before pushing easily inside her as her muscles grabbed it and squeezed it tightly. Her muscles throbbing and her mucus squelching her body pulled its desired object closer and closer as Daniel in turn pushed and throbbed until he couldn’t push any more.
It took only a few movements for Daniel to climax as he thoughtfully remained inside Ellen until she too shook in orgasmic relief. Pulling slowly out Daniel rolled until he was lying on the floor right beside his beautiful lover as he turned to look at Ellen’s face.
“God I needed that so much. You drive me crazy Ellen. You really do.”
“Did you really need it as much as you needed to pee though?”
“Oh God yes! And I had to piss seriously bad!”
Ellen laughed as Daniel leaned on one arm to look at her just as the bathroom door opened and someone stepped in only to quickly close the door again without saying a word.
Daniel sat up then stood up helping Ellen get up too as they began searching for their clothing and began redressing just as someone hammered on the door in frustration.
“Please could you hurry up in there. I’m bursting out here!”
Laughing as they tried dressing themselves Ellen turned to face Daniel with her dress stuck over her large breasts.
“I think I need help sir.”
“Of course Madam. I suppose we should hurry up since someone clearly wants in.”
With Daniel right beside her pulling her dress down Ellen looked up at him and smiled.
“I bet they’re not nearly as desperate as we were eh.”
Daniel kissed her on the cheek and winked.
“Not possible. But I guess we should let them in anyway.”
“I guess so.”
Slipping her shoes on Ellen walked towards the door right behind Daniel who was reaching to open the unlocked door. Not even looking at whoever had wanted in Ellen climbed into the car seconds after Daniel as she started laughing loudly. Daniel looked at her smiling and giggling too. |
Laughing with Ellen
Daniel didn’t need told twice as he lowered Ellen gently onto the large bathroom floor using his arm to protect her head. Once down his hormones raged as he manoeuvred on top of her on all fours gazing directly at her large beautiful breasts longing to suck them both again so much. Adjusting his position in order to give his penis the best access he gently opened Ellen’s legs as her swollen soaking wet vagina filled his vision. How he’d love to have all the time in the world to explore every detail with his tongue but right now he had to get inside her before he exploded everywhere.
Letting his hard solid penis guide him he gasped as the sensitive tip rubbed against Ellen’s swollen clitoris before ticking her slight hairy lips and finally finding the entrance inside. The feeling of Ellen’s body grabbing his and squeezing was heavenly as Daniel felt high with desire and need. Sinking as far into Ellen’s body as his legs and hips allowed he balanced on his knees and hands as Ellen rocked and squeezed faster and faster letting her set the pace as she desired. Her timing was in perfect harmony with his body as every squeeze and pressure sent waves of extreme pleasure surging through his entire body. It didn’t matter right this minute that they were lying on a dirty floor in a public toilet in a petrol station on the A9, all that mattered was that their bodies were united together and they were making love.
Daniel almost felt embarrassed when after just a few squeezes and slides he felt semen shoot the length of his manhood and explode out the tip inside Ellen. Moaning in deep pleasure he could sense from her actions and sounds that Ellen wasn’t far behind him as he happily let her keep squeezing and riding his body until she shook and gasped in climax. As Ellen calmed Daniel slid out then rolled back lying on the floor turned sideways to gaze at Ellen. Smiling at her he had to say something, anything.
“God I needed that so much. You drive me crazy Ellen. You really do.”
Ellen’s face was still flush, her hair damp with sweat and her eyes sparkling as she cheekily asked Daniel if he had genuinely wanted sex with her more than he’d just had to pee. Giggling and smiling Daniel gave the most honest reply he could.
“Oh God yes! And I had to piss seriously bad!”
Leaning up on one arm to get a final peek at the naked big beautiful woman he’d just fucked Daniel felt like he’d just won the lottery. He never wanted to forget the image as he already knew he’d replay the last half hour of his life on repeat in his mind whenever he was horny. Lost in his own sexy thoughts he jumped hearing a door open as he heard footprints come in then scurry quickly back out. As he stood up then helped Ellen up he handed Ellen her bra and dress as he slipped back into his still damp underwear and beige suit with his now crumpled white shirt. For some crazy reason hearing a stranger now knocking on the door saying they were bursting to pee gave him the fit of giggles. Just as he was finishing buttoning up his shirt he noticed Ellen laughing too as she asked for help to pull her dress on. Daniel grinned at Ellen as he shifted the brown dress over her stunning breasts as he realised they were both now struggling not to laugh out loud at the absurd situation they were in.
Waiting as Ellen slipped her shoes on Daniel had to bite his fist to prevent himself laughing loudly as Ellen casually quipped about wether the person at the door was as desperate as they had been. Catching a shimmer of pee shining on the floor from moments earlier when Ellen had dribbled on her way to the loo where he’d been pissing he was pretty positive that few people were ever that desperate. Giving Ellen a peck on the cheek as she now reached him at the door they joked quietly that they should still let whoever it was in anyway.
Daniel knew that at any other time none of this would seem so hysterical but caught in the moment with his hormones still settling and caught up with Ellen’s contagious giggles he covered his mouth with his hand stifling his laughter until he returned to the car. Once inside he let his breath go as he laughed easily looking right at Ellen. He was just calming and about to start the car when Ellen looked down and started laughing loudly again.
“Oh Daniel! My shoes aren’t even on the right feet! Look!”
“What are you like Ellen Hemmingdale? I can’t take you anywhere. First you forget your purse and end up peeing yourself in a shopping centre, then you get your dress stuck at your boobs, not once but twice today, and now you can’t even put your shoes on the right feet!”
Ellen could hardly control her sniggers as she looked Daniel up and down still laughing.
“Well at least I didn’t get a piece of loo roll stuck in my hair!”
Daniel ran his fingers through his normally pristine hair pulling out a small piece of toilet roll from the side. Opening the car door to drop it out Ellen handed him the coffee cup full of his pee.
“You should probably pour this out too while you’re there.”
Daniel poured the cup out hoping no one saw him as he heard a car door shutting and looked up to see a young blond girl strapping her belt up at the pump beside him. Turning to return the cup to the holder Ellen touched his hand with hers.
“You think that was who saw us?”
“Quite possibly. She’ll not forget stopping here to pee now will she?”
“Well neither will I to tell you the truth.”
“What? You mean you don’t make a habit of barging in on a man pissing then decide to make it up to him by fucking him?”
“Not really but that does sound like fun. Maybe I ought to try it sometime. What do you reckon?”
“Only if said man is me.”
“Oh definitely. But I think you should be made to hold on for hours first. Gotta make you really need to go before I barge in.”
“You ought to see me at the end of every day then! You might not believe it right now but I hate using public loos or even the ones at work. I’m very pee shy around others and just hold on until I get home from work. You’ve nearly caused me to burst numerous times Miss Hemmingdale you know. You and your love of tea at meetings and on that ship. Always making me feel like I’d be rude to not have a coffee too. That’s why I always rush away at the end of the day. Not because I don’t like you, not at all. I am just always bursting to pee by that point and dying to get home. “
Daniel couldn’t look at Ellen as he decided to start the car so he could make the excuse he had to watch the road. Pulling out the petrol station back onto the duel carriageway Ellen paused before saying softly and sympathetically,
“Is that what the problem was at the meeting last week then and why you rushed out?”
Daniel nodded, embarrassed to even think about that night again.
The car went quiet again until Ellen spoke again.
“I’m sorry I said on the phone the other night that you should have waited until the meeting was over. I had no idea. Would it make you feel any better if I said seeing you desperate like that was a huge turn on and I wanted to fuck you that night so badly.”
“Not as much as I wanted to fuck you on Thursday night when you said you’d been wanting to pee ever since I’d phoned you and then I heard you peeing so loud while I was still on the phone. I practically blew my load just hearing that. Have I told you you drive me crazy with lustful thoughts?
“You have yes. Daniel….do you think I could maybe see you after work one day? Maybe for a coffee?”
“After work? Really? Is this so you see me dying to piss then? Mmm?”
“Maybe. At least the rain’s off now. That wasn’t helping my bladder one bit earlier.”
“Nor mine. Gosh we’re almost at Stirling now. Amazing how much quicker the journey is with an empty bladder eh.”
“Definitely!” |
Ellen gets home
Laughing in the stationary car with Daniel was cathartic after all the stress of the day for Ellen She was really loving Daniel’s company, the way they joked together and how different Daniel was around her. No longer the shy, reserved, stoic man, now the fun loving, humorous, sexy man who’d just made love to her on a toilet floor.
They couldn’t stay at the petrol station forever though and it was getting late. Thankfully Daniel started driving the car promptly as he continued the journey back towards Glasgow. Ellen loved hearing Daniel open up more especially so as he confessed to holding his bladder all day at work. That intrigued and aroused Ellen in equal measure as she immediately took the bull by the horns asking Daniel if they could meet after work one day. Of course she wanted to see more of him with a full bladder; what woman wouldn’t? Daniel never really committed or gave a straight answer as Ellen began thinking about perhaps just having a meeting at the end of the working day so she could see Daniel squirm knowing he’d held onto his wee the full working day.
Allowing her thoughts to wander now as Daniel drove Ellen started noticing that they were suddenly back on the motorway again. The M80 was busy with late rush hour traffic but Daniel was making steady progress as they passed by Bonnybridge then saw signs for Cumbernauld. Happy to travel quietly after a long eventful day Ellen looked out of the window glad to not be driving in the dark and driving rain. Hoping she had something she could make for her tea in the freezer she was looking forward to an early night as they got closer to Glasgow by the minute. The next few weeks would be crazy busy trying to convince then organise for over 130 people to move off a cruise ship into a tower block almost 100 miles away. Ellen sighed just thinking about it.
“You ok Ellen?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking about work stuff. Not looking forward to notifying Oleksandr and his wife that the house I promised to find him is actually a tower block in Dundee. It’s not really what I suspect he’s hoping for.”
“I think we need to be creative in how we communicate it. Is there a big screen or anything in that dining hall bit?”
“There’s a theatre there I guess we could use.”
“With a big screen? I have a meeting tomorrow morning I can’t change and I need to update my boss on how today went early afternoon but after that we could maybe meet to make a PowerPoint presentation if you want? You took photos…we could use those and emphasis all the positives like the garden, close to the city, the views. You know, the usual stuff. We can do this Ellen. Listen if we can convince families that a new build flat in Easterhouse was amazing and a top floor tenement in Yorkhill was a perfect place to settle and call home we can persuade the rest of the group that this tower block is luxury accommodation.”
“I suppose so.”
“So did you walk to the port this morning when I picked you up or did you bring your car?”
“Car. I parked just a bit along from where you were.”
“Right. I just didn’t want you walking home in this rain on your own.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s felt a lot quicker coming home than going the way.”
“That’s probably because we didn’t stop for tea and coffee coming back.”
“True. Though we did stop for something else.”:
“And a very pleasant stop that was too. I assume you aren’t far from the port then?”
“Not far by car. Just the other side of the QEUH. You?”
“Hillington. Just across the motorway.”
“Oh nice. It’s lovely there.”
Daniel said nothing more so Ellen let things rest at that too as they now headed on the M8 just minutes from the King George V dock and the Adventurer II cruse ship. Pulling into the dockyard car park close to Ellen’s car Daniel turned the engine off and turned to face Ellen.
“Thank you so much for coming today. I….I hope you felt it was worth it?”
Ellen looked awkwardly at Daniel. Today had been incredible, informative, fun even, but now they had to still work together after all that had happened. Was Daniel looking to continue seeing her now they were home or was what happened all just a bit of fun? She knew which one she wanted but she couldn’t read Daniel’s mind and she wasn’t sure she even wanted to.
“It was a great day. A lot to take in though. Oh and I got a new dress and cardigan didn’t I?”
Daniel just smiled though Ellen was sure he was blushing under his dark skin. Then he leaned towards her awkwardly kissing her on the cheek.
“See you tomorrow then? I’ll call you when I know what time my meeting finishes?”
“Yip. Hear from you then. Thanks for the ride home.”
Bending down to put her wet leggings and her top into the carrier bag from the charity shop Ellen picked up her umbrella, coat and bag as she opened the car door to head to her own car and drive home.
“Bye Daniel.”
“Night Ellen. Drive safe ok.”
Ellen turned to wave but Daniel had restarted his car already and seemed to be wanting to reverse out of where he’d parked. Hurrying to her own car in the rain she searched in her bag for her keys before getting in her car and taking a large breathe out. It was great to be back in Glasgow at last. Now to get home for some dinner and a nice warm bath. |
Ellen’s Tuesday
Ellen slept well but woke Tuesday morning nervous about what lay ahead. A mixture of concern about how those on the ship would take the news of the tower block move, doubts about Daniel and the usual stresses of juggling bills and rent until payday. Slipping back easily into her comfortable daily leggings with long top she pulled up her cream mid calf leggings before sliding on her loose cotton dark green and cream diamond pattern top. Brushing her thick brown hair she briefly remembered about possibly seeing Daniel later in the day as she slipped her hairbrush and some lip balm into her handbag.
Having a quick breakfast before heading out she Ellen was relieved to get parked fairly close to the cruise ship as the heavens opened for yet another downpour. While familiar faces left the gantry to go to work or education or take children to school Ellen smiled and waved realising just how many of these amazing people she would miss sorely when they all moved. Passing easily through security she met with her first client in the large dining area; a young man whose family had yet to be traced back in Ukraine making applying for benefits or jobs difficult. Being care experienced herself Ellen understood the difficulties all too well as she supported the young man in contacting the relevant agencies to see what could be done. Stepan looked so much younger than 19 though he displayed a maturity of a man many years older. While on hold to social security on her mobile yet again Ellen looked at Stepan wondering how he might cope living alone in a tower block. His case was typical of a hard to place refugee with no current income still months after arriving and nothing much to occupy him all day. Bored, vulnerable and desperate for cash Ellen knew only too well how easily his young life could go in the wrong direction. It wasn’t like this was his first time meeting with her either as Ellen sighed on hearing the recorded waiting phrases on the phone yet again. She had to get this sorted this time without fail or Stepan would be unable to move anywhere let alone to Dundee.
By mid morning Ellen was sipping at her second mug of tea on the cruise ship as a colleague from The Refugee Survival Trust came over to speak to her. Ellen knew Celine well as they chatted away and caught up with things. Feeling guilty at not sharing the news of the tower block with her Ellen struggled giving her eye contact as Celine excited shared news of a national furniture store committing to donating their end of line sofas and beds to the charity for the rest of the month. Worried about potential lack of storage Celine was keen to know if there were any progress on moving out the last of the clients as Ellen appeased her conscience by saying they had some things in the pipeline that she’d update her on as soon as she could.
Getting a plate of soup from the restaurant on board and a bottle of water Ellen sat alone on her lunch break using the time to call Daniel as she needed advice. He answered quickly as she put her suggestion to him. As usual Daniel appeared quiet, thoughtful and professional on the phone in total contrast to the man she’d laughed with and made love to just yesterday coming back from Dundee. Promising to consider her idea before they met later he did at least end the call with a time he expected to be able to meet: 4pm in room G14 on the ship.
Returning her tray to the designated area Ellen was walking towards the ladies loos when Oleksandr came running towards her. Smiling, Ellen knew she was needed again as she concentrated hard to understand what her friend wanted through his broken English. Of course he wanted an update from Thursday’s meeting as Ellen thought hard about how much she could say at that point in time. Steering the conversation eventually back to his young son Ellen felt rather emotional hearing Oleksandr sharing in broken English how his young son had been to see his new nursery that morning and how excited he’d been. Here she was about to tear this young family away from the only town they knew in Scotland just as they were starting to settle!
Finally leaving Oleksandr Ellen began once again heading to the loo when her mobile rang. It was an urgent call from the office asking her to come in right away as they had a mum with her teenage daughter there who had left the ship a few months ago but who had an urgent issue with where they were now living. Without a second thought Ellen turned to head back off the ship and down to her car knowing she’d have to sort things out quickly to get back in time for her meeting at 4pm with Daniel.
At the office Ellen found both mother and daughter in tears. Recognising them instantly Ellen hugged them and sat beside them. The daughter’s English was clearer than her mum’s and very quickly Ellen realised that both of them required to move to a place of safety right away. Calling the police for assistance Ellen felt her anger rising as frustration bubbled inside her. She had placed these people with a private landlord in good faith and now she had to remove them urgently and rearrange for them both to temporarily return to the safety of the cruise ship despite it’s imminent departure in just a few weeks. Speaking to the police for advice and support Ellen was harassed and stressed as she bounced her leg subconsciously regretting not having had a chance to wee yet since she’d started work. |
Daniel’s Tuesday
Daniel woke sharp on Tuesday morning, showering, eating and dressing quickly. By 8am he was opening his garage and driving his car out before closing and locking the garage and driving to the city. Taking the car to work wasn’t something Daniel enjoyed as he found himself twenty five minutes later still looking for a space in the NCP car park a few street away from the council headquarters right in the city centre. Waiting for the lift impatiently Daniel checked his watch before taking the stairs and walking briskly to the offices, signing in electronically a few minutes after his meeting was due to start.
Knocking his bosses office door Daniel felt nervous as Archie called him in. Having been at a training course all day Friday then in Dundee all day Monday this was the first Daniel had met with his superior since Thursday’s meeting. Remembering how Archie had laughed along to derogatory comments made about Ellen after the meeting combined with anger that his boss hadn’t kept his promise to email Ellen as he said he would Daniel walked in eyeing up his boss suspiciously.
“Good morning Daniel! So how was yesterday’s trip? Keith emailed me yesterday late afternoon and from what I hear it went very well?”
Archie beckoned for Daniel to sit down as he waited for Daniel to reply to his leading comment. As was his usual style Daniel nodded and simply confirmed that the trip did indeed go well but said nothing more. Archie continued to lead the conversation only pausing to buzz his secretary to request two mugs of coffee to be brought in. As the men talked and drank Archie outlined the political implications of not accepting the Dundee offer pressing the urgency to get everything sorted. Daniel remained mostly quiet listening carefully to everything being said and wondering how on earth he alone could ensure everyone agreed to move plus arrange everything required to facilitate it all. After an hour of Archie going on Daniel finally spoke up.
“With all due respect sir this feels like an enormous task for just one person. I was thinking…”
“Ah Daniel I have already been thinking about that. From today onwards I will be putting you solely on this task until that cruise ship leaves. All your other tasks will be temporarily designated to others as this needs your urgent and undivided attention. I don’t really care how you do this or what it takes. If you have to work overtime then you have to work overtime. You understand? You get this completed and I am sure I could put a word in for you promotion wise. Have you got any leave pending? I’m sure I could easily approve any dates you were wanting. There’s a lot riding on this. Don’t worry about the press stuff. I’ll handle all that side of things if you just concentrate on everything else. You signed the papers didn’t you? Hold on I’m sure Keith said he’d email them to me first thing. I’ll just check now. Ah yes that looks like he’s sent them. So we need all of those folk on that ship to sign their transfer over to Dundee city council asap. I need coaches booked to get them there. I need all those, what were they again? Yeah those charity folks all off of that ship, like today. We’ve more than done our bit Daniel. It’s time these people were someone else’s responsibility again. I can’t say I’ll miss them. I bet you’ll be delighted when they go too.”
Daniel swallowed wanting to say something in defence of both the refugees and the many charity workers like Ellen who he’d worked tirelessly with all year to support everyone. Knowing if Ellen had been there she’d have made her opinion known very brazenly and loudly, Daniel on the other hand just dropped his head not even wanting to give his boss eye contact.
“I had better get started then I suppose. I have a meeting scheduled this afternoon with a current client, a local man. I know his case well and I’m pretty confident I can resolve things this afternoon. I’m assuming that’s still on?”
Staring out the window now standing up waiting on Daniel leaving Archie didn’t even turn around as he spoke.
“Oh. Emm. Yes just deal with that then but after that it’s just this damn ship. You hear me? I’m relying on you Daniel. Don’t let me down now. You hear me?”
“Yes sir.”
Leaving the room promptly Daniel closed the door behind him before walking to his office, a shared open area with little privacy. Quickly checking his emails and other work things he checked his watch before logging back off and heading back downstairs. If he didn’t get to the dry cleaners before his next meeting he knew he’d never get a chance until tomorrow. Walking into the cold damp street Daniel hurried towards the dry cleaners via his car to pick up his beige suit to hand in. Delighted to finally get his grey suit back Daniel returned to the George Square headquarters and back to his office slipping into an empty room to quickly change. Folding his trousers from home neatly he slid them carefully into a drawer at his desk as he returned to work for a few hours beginning right away by ringing the translators to ask about any availability in the coming week. Replying to emails and reading documents Daniel was shocked to hear his watch beep alerting him to his next meeting.
Heading downstairs to meet his client Daniel shook his hand before guiding him to a booth to begin working with him to find a solution to his problems. Mr Foxtail’s marriage had recently ended leaving him homeless unexpectedly. A professional man working from home this life change had caused him enormous stress and personal pain with the standard council homeless offering of hotel accommodation not able to meet his needs in any way. With few other options available Daniel sympathised greatly but had previously struggled to satisfactorily help the client. Now since having contacted his employer Daniel was now able to support his client into moving into a flat temporarily that the company owned as Daniel completed all the necessary paperwork to help Mr Foxtail get financial assistance to pay the rent. It had been a complicated arrangement of setting up the company as landlords first but to see the delight on the clients face at the solution Daniel felt proud to have helped. As Mr Foxtail left to pick up the keys Daniel shook his hand again realising that if this was the work level required for just one client then helping over 130 people still on the Adventurer II move in just three weeks was a heavy weight to bear.
Returning to his desk upstairs Daniel made himself another coffee as he photocopied the signed paperwork from earlier and scanned it into the system. Eating lunch while he worked the time passed all too quickly as the rain battered off the window loudly as Daniel set his watch to alert him to 3:30. He’d not had a moment to text Ellen yet so he fired off a quick email confirming their agreed meet up on the ship at 4pm. He couldn’t wait to see her again. If only he didn’t have so much workload to be dealing with too. |
Meeting with Daniel part 1
Liaising with the police when they arrived Ellen agreed to go with Ruslana and her daughter in a police vehicle to their accommodation so they could pack as much as they could. With police guarding the property Ellen helped them pack as they filled the boot of Ellen’s car before heading back to the Adventurer II.
Back on the ship Ellen took them both to their room hugging them both tightly before leaving them to register them back in and get them the necessary passes again. Leaning on a table filling in forms Ellen found herself needing to press her thighs together hard as her bladder reminded her she still hadn’t had a wee all day. Deciding to quickly hand in the passes so Ruslana and Nadia could move freely around the ship and access meals and support like before Ellen was just turning to walk quickly to the ladies when her phone rang. Standing by the door to the loos she pulled her phone out her pocket delighted to see for once that social security were actually calling her back regarding Stepan Gura! Keen to get his case finally sorted Ellen looked at the door to the ladies before stepping away to a quieter area to talk on her phone.
By the time Ellen was ending the call Celine was waving to her from nearby to alert her to the fact Daniel was here to meet her. Glancing briefly back in the direction of the toilet Ellen sighed quietly thinking she’d go over and welcome Daniel and head to the room then excuse herself quickly to have a wee. Walking towards Daniel she was struck at how handsome and smart he looked in his grey suit just as she always recalled seeing him throughout the last year. Smiling she shook his hand professionally as she turned to walk towards the pre-booked meting room just along the corridor. Daniel followed closely looking Ellen right in the eye as he stepped into the room while she held the door open and changed the sign on the door to ‘meeting in progress’.
“You look lovely in that top Ellen. It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too Daniel. Actually before we start could I…”
“Do you mind if we start sharp? I’ve had an email from Keith this afternoon with the contracts for everyone to sign. He’s wanting to clarify a few names and things. I met with Archie Waters this morning too. He’s taken all my other work off me Ellen so we can get this done. Have you got your iPad with those photos on?”
Ellen smiled at Daniel. His forehead was creased a little even though he seemed happy enough. As sexy as he looked they had no time now for lustful thoughts as she found herself nonetheless drawn by his presence as she closed the door and sat down opposite Daniel as he pulled out his laptop right away and began turning it on. Smiling over the top of the computer Daniel relaxed a little as he spoke again.
“Keith emailed me earlier this afternoon. Can you believe the contractors are working on an entire floor at a time. The 1st floor is almost finished already! Don’t be telling our usual clients that. It’ll only give us even more grief when it takes Glasgow city council six months to replace a smashed window! Right here’s the contract. Are you wanting to come round here and have a read?
Ellen stood up again and walked around the small table to stand beside where Daniel was sitting. Leaning down a little to see the words on the screen clearer Ellen moved from foot to foot as she now regretted not having excused herself to wee. Reading through the housing contract for the tower blocks Ellen worried too much about missing anything vital as she slid one foot behind the other and rubbed it up the back of her leg feeling Daniel’s arm coming around her side to hold her close.
“I had a read through earlier. Seems pretty standard stuff to me. I hadn’t realised there’s no gas though. That was the only thing that seemed different.”
“Towers never have gas. It’s always been the case. Safety I expect. Can you scroll down a bit. Thanks.”
Noticing that Daniel took his free hand off his own lap to scroll down the page Ellen glanced briefly at Daniel’s crotch sensing and seeing that he appeared turned on already. Not wanting such an important meeting to be derailed by their feelings and attractions Ellen continued reading on the computer now moving the leg that was rubbing her other leg in front so she now stood crossed legged. Daniel appeared to wriggle on the seat uncomfortably too as if embarrassed by the fact he was getting hard so Ellen stepped back letting his arm fall as she nodded towards Daniel approvingly.
“That looks pretty ok to me. Of course we’ll need to get it translated into Ukrainian and Russian for those who need it. Do you have people to do that? I think I could find someone if you are stuck?”
“The council will have a list of translators I expect. I suppose we had better tell them all about the tower before we can ask them to sign. You mentioned yesterday about the possibility of using the theatre here? Can I link up this so I can show a PowerPoint? How soon do you think we can get it for?”
“Ah yes. I asked earlier and we can use it fine. Actually Daniel that’s what I phoned you about at lunch time. Do you know Celine from the Refugee Survival Trust? She mentioned to me this morning something about a furniture place donating all their end of stock stuff and that they were pushed for storage space. I was thinking Daniel: there’s so many amazing organisations here working together. Today I also had to deal with the police for something urgent. This is such an ideal opportunity here for collaboration you know. We shouldn’t be doing this alone. I know you are thinking of a presentation for the residents here but how about we do one first for all the organisations and groups, maybe even invite someone from the schools or nurseries and possibly even the community police? There’s only two primary schools the kids in here go to and two secondary schools. Then there’s the churches and charities. If they all knew what the plans are then surely the refugees will get even more support? What do you think?”
Now sitting back down Ellen slid a hand onto her thigh as she shook her right leg left and right struggling to stay still. Daniel seemed antsy and fidgety too as he stared at his computer screen before looking back at Ellen.
“Do you think there’s time for that? It’s a great idea if we have time?”
“I think we have to find time Daniel. It’s one meeting really. I think it shouldn’t be long before we tell the clients though. Last thing we want is for them to hear on the grape vine.”
“I agree. Do you want to see what I’ve put together so far? I was hoping to add in those photos you took too.”
Ellen squeezed her thighs together on the chair before standing again to go back to seeing the computer screen. It was great that Daniel was keen on her idea if only she could nip for a wee quickly before reading any more on his laptop! |
Meeting with Ellen part 1
Daniel drove the short distance to the port mulling over in his mind so many things at once. It was exciting to hear just how quick progress was happening on the tower block renovation but the weight of getting everyone to sign the legal contract and actually move was heavy. Still, excited to see Ellen in person for the first time since dropping her off at the port the night before Daniel walked confidently down the walkway towards to huge cruise ship trying not to think about his increasing need to urinate.
Passing security and signing in Daniel saw Ellen easily in her long flowing colourful top and thick brown hair. She looked her usual bright and bubbly self and as busy as always. Leading the way to the nearby meeting room Daniel sensed she had something on her mind. Hoping it wasn’t awkwardness at seeing him again after the events of the day before he stressed the importance of them sorting some things out urgently. Thankfully for Daniel Ellen came right into the room and happily agreed to look over the contract for the refugees.
Having Ellen standing right beside him instantly distracted Daniel as he reached out to put his arm around her back, delighting in feeling her large attractive body next to his. As his penis began wakening Daniel couldn’t help but notice that Ellen seemed nervous and restless. Recalling her conversation on the phone earlier Daniel pushed his rising penis down and changed position trying to remain focussed on the business they needed to deal with right away.
Daniel was relieved and curious when Ellen outlined her thoughts about involving other agencies and professionals, though he did worry that having too many people involved might become overwhelming and stressful. Eager to please Ellen though and keep her onside he agreed to having a meeting and making a presentation to all interested groups prior to informing the refugees themselves. Now as he pulled up his PowerPoint slides he’d started making earlier, with Ellen standing beside him once again, he felt two conflicting needs all at once: Of course he had to concentrate on getting the presentation together but Ellen’s movements were so enticing and sexy that his mind kept trying to wander off to things most unbusinesslike. That and the fact he could feel that all too familiar tingling in his nether region reminding him of the many cups of coffee he’d had throughout the day as his bladder began pushing for attention.
Bringing up the first slide Daniel could see Ellen struggling to stand still. Suggesting she brought her chair over he watched as she quickly did so though even sitting she still seemed distracted and fidgety.
“What about putting up one of my photos on that first slide Daniel? And what about having a project title. Something everyone can get behind.”
“Sounds good. Any suggestions? Project Dundee Move?”
“No. That would put loads off right away. We don’t want them to know quite how far away they are moving right at the start. That will only get backs up I think. Mmmm. What about project New Homes? Or Project Fresh Start? Or something to link them having lived here on the Adventurer II maybe? What about Project New Adventure?”
“I like that! So you still think a photo? Any thoughts on which one?”
While Ellen switched on her iPad and flicked through photos Daniel shuffled on his seat crossing his legs then uncrossing them as his knee hit the table. At least he didn’t need to return to the office so he could go straight home after this meeting, something he really looked forward to as his penis tingled again reminding him rather abruptly that he hadn’t emptied his bladder since 7:45am, now 8 and a half hours ago!
What about this one? I know it’s just plans for the garden but it will entice and intrigue enough to keep everyone’s attention. It also means you can reuse this slide for both presentations.”
“That sounds great. To be honest I was hoping to use pretty much the entire same presentation both times. There’s so much else needing arranged that time isn’t really on my side.”
Daniel looked at Ellen as she clicked to email the photo over to him. She was struggling to keep the iPad still on her knee as her leg bounced and her foot tapped the carpeted floor. As she mistyped his email address and sighed in frustration he quietly whispered,
“You ok?”
Still trying to type his email address on an ever moving iPad Ellen kept her head down as her fidgeting increased. Suddenly placing the iPad on the table next to his laptop Ellen squirmed on the seat brazenly with her cheeks red and her eyes cloudy.
“Actually…no. I’ve been trying to go to the loo since lunchtime would you believe. Can you excuse me a minute? I know this is urgent but so is my need to wee right now. God I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! Be back in a bit!”
Daniel’s eyes bulged as his penis hardened and grew instantly as he stared at Ellen adoringly. Really wanting to delay her just a bit longer but afraid of how she might react he tried saying something but his mouth was so dry and his throat so tense all that happened was his mouth opened with nothing coming out. Coughing to clear his throat Daniel turned to face Ellen as she was now heading for the door jiggling around as she did so.
“I…I know how you feel. Don’t be long.”
Pressing a hand onto his own hard dick hoping Ellen wouldn’t turn around and see Daniel rubbed just a little as watching Ellen made him want her urgently. Waiting for the door to open and the most beautiful big woman he knew to walk out he stared in the direction expecting Ellen to disappear any second. Struggling to process why she was still there Daniel shook his head to get his mind to focus as Ellen marched on the spot in front of him looking panicked.
“The door won’t open! It’s jammed or something. Help me Daniel! I gotta wee so badly!” |
Meeting with Daniel part 2
Standing looking at Daniel’s first slide Ellen struggled to concentrate. She couldn’t quite believe that she hadn’t managed to get to a loo all day and now she regretted that so much as she wriggled and jiggled trying to remain composed and professional but aware she was failing miserably. Not wanting to say to Daniel about her situation she was glad when he suggested bringing her seat over as she hoped sitting might miraculously help somehow. Quickly getting her seat she read through the brief slide again. It was basic, unappealing and boring, but how could she tell Daniel that?
Subtly suggesting Daniel put a photo on and perhaps a title, as opposed to his basic “The plan” which wouldn’t excite anyone, Ellen smiled to herself as Daniel seemed happy at her suggestions. As they thought about ideas for a project name Ellen wriggled constantly on the chair unable to think about much else other than her urgent need to wee. Suggesting some random ideas she was grateful beyond words when Daniel liked one enough to instantly change the slide. Sliding forwards on her seat to watch him Ellen slid a hand between her plump legs pushing firmly to try and hold her bladder for longer. Hoping Daniel was too distracted with his laptop to notice she felt her face redden and her heartbeat increase as Daniel turned to look her in the eye as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he smiled and asked if she thought a photo might work too.
Of course a photo would instantly draw everyone and grab attention from the start so Ellen reached into her bag for her iPad to browse through the many photos she’d taken at Tulloch Court. Swiping though slowly she now required both hands free which instantly increased her need to wee immensely as the pressure against her crotch disappeared. Rocking from side to side and squirming around bursting to wee on the chair she finally decided on the garden plans photo which she thought would lure everyone in given they had no outside space to call their own on the cruise ship. Daniel nodded in agreement, though he seemed distracted and stressed himself which Ellen assumed was due to the time pressure they were under. Clicking to email the photo to Daniel Ellen was fidgeting so badly that she was struggling to type. Sighing in frustration when the email wasn’t recognised because she’d typed it wrong she jiggled both legs anxiously in frustration. As soon as she sent this photo over she’d have to run to the loo urgently as the sharp tingling in her vagina refused to ease whatever she did to distract herself.
Even though she knew it was obvious, when Daniel turned to look at her in the eye again as he gently asked if she was ok Ellen still felt embarrassed and ashamed. Not wanting to admit her struggle, but equally aware that she couldn’t hold on much longer, Ellen swallowed hard and looked at the carpet and she urgently placed her iPad on the table and stood up bending forwards with a hand on her hip.
“Actually…no. I’ve been trying to go to the loo since lunchtime would you believe. Can you excuse me a minute? I know this is urgent but so is my need to wee right now. God I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! Be back in a bit!”
Daniel didn’t appear to say anything as Ellen headed straight for the door. Then he seemed to cough and Ellen thought she heard him say something about knowing how she felt or something similar. So distracted by her own body though she gave it no more thought as she reached for the handle of the door and pulled it down. Tugging the door towards her she realised it wasn’t budging as she danced around frantically needing out the too. more than ever. Now marching on the spot, sweating and panicking, she turned back to face Daniel almost in tears.
“The door won’t open! It’s jammed or something. Help me Daniel! I gotta wee so badly!”
Daniel got up instantly as he walked towards Ellen and the door. Ellen moved to the side, still marching, as Daniel pulled the handle down and pulled hard. To his obvious surprise the door still wouldn’t open as Ellen watched in horror.
“Right. We need to remain calm and think here. There has to be crew here that can come let us out? Have you got their number?”
Ellen could barely think as she marched back to her seat and sat down firing her hands between her legs and rocking back and forth.
“I think so. Oh man I need to wee so so badly. This is crazy!”
Daniel came over towards Ellen, his eyes sparking and an obvious swelling in his crotch. Leaning down to offer to take her phone and look he first ran his hand through Ellen’s thick hair before rubbing her arm.
“What will it be under sweetheart? We’ll get out of here in a minute. Try and hold on.”
“It’s…it’s..,oh I can’t think Daniel. It’s owned by Ambassador Cruise Lines but it’s not under that’s it’s under…oh I just need to wee so bad…Robert! That’s it…Robert.”
“Ok…Robert. Robert Kerry, Robert Lee…”
“Shit! That’s surnames! Arghhh! Em…just a second…Robert Berry! That’s it. Call him…but tell him it’s urgent please.”
Daniel sat beside Ellen scrolling back to the B’s in her phone and looking for Berry. Finding it he pressed to call hearing it ring within a few seconds.
“It’s ringing. Here…”
Holding the phone out for Ellen Daniel stared in awe as Ellen sat rocking on her fist between her legs. Mesmerised by her every movement and hornier than ever he quickly realised that Ellen hadn’t moved her hand to take the phone. Shuffling his seat even closer to her he spoke in hushed tones even though no one else could hear.
“Can I help you in any way? Want me to talk to him when he answers?”
Ellen looked at Daniel with his sparkling eyes and warm face. Never before had she fancied him quite as much as now as her head felt dizzy with a crazy idea. With both her hands wedged between her long top between her broad legs she stood up and turned backing herself towards Daniel on his chair. Opening her legs she straddled over one leg of Daniel’s and sat her large bottom on his knee instantly resuming her rocking against his leg as she reached for the phone with a hand now free.
It was just at that very moment with Daniel’s arm around her securing her on his knee as she gyrated hard against him desperately trying to keep her full bladder at bay that Daniel heard a male voice answer the call.
“You’ve reached the voicemail of Robert Berry. Sorry I am unable to take your call right now. If you leave a message after the tone I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you.” |
Meeting with Ellen part 2
Processing what Ellen had just said Daniel stood up quickly and made his way towards the door. Maybe Ellen wasn’t pulling hard enough or something? His heart beating fast and his body sweating Daniel pushed the handle down and pulled, but just as Ellen had said the door wouldn’t budge. Thinking quickly Daniel asked Ellen if she knew the number for the crew team who were sure to come immediately and fix the door. Facing Ellen Daniel watched in fascination as she marched back to her chair with her hands wedged between her legs rocking frantically. Full of adrenaline and arousal Daniel walked towards her restraining himself from kissing her but unable to resist running a hand through her silky smooth hair and stroking her arm. He longed so badly to do more but watching Ellen struggling with her phone he felt conflicted and sympathetic.
Seeing Ellen struggling so much Daniel took her phone to help. Poor Ellen could hardly remember what name she needed let alone manage to call them! Finally finding who Daniel assumed was the right person he pressed to call them. Leaning to hand the phone back to Ellen to take the call Daniel stared at her, his penis hard and throbbing. What an amazing woman Ellen Hemmingdale was rocking on a wooden chair on her own fist like she was masturbating right in front of him! Closing his eyes for a second to prevent them popping out in excitement he listened intently as Ellen moaned and groaned imagining himself causing her to experience exactly every feeling she was having right that second.
Opening his eyes quickly Daniel realised that Ellen hadn’t taken the phone from him as it rang out for the second time. Desperate for her but equally compelled to help he whispered hoarsely asking if there was anything he could do to help. He’d assumed maybe taking the call, explaining the urgency to whoever answered and then ending the call. What Ellen did next had honestly not entered his head, but as she stood up with a pained expression on her face and with both hands tightly pushed into her crotch he sat down to steady himself as Ellen turned away from him, stepped backwards and plopped onto his knee, her broad legs straddled either side and her intimate areas pressed hard against his upper leg as she rocked against him hard and fast. Automatically placing his arm around her he was glad she took the phone finally as his heart jumped then froze thinking that someone had answered only for it to be an answer machine.
“No! I don’t believe this! Not now!”
Sniffing Ellen’s neck longing to bite it Daniel swallowed before whispering in Ellen’s ear.
“You know what this is doing to me honey?”
“Mmmm. I’m dying for a wee Daniel. You like that don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I do.’
“Isn’t this suit just back from the cleaners?”
“Yes. Yes it is.”
“How would you feel if I weed all over it right now?”
“I’d be deliriously happy but be rather embarrassed driving home.”
Still rocking Ellen gasped before dropping the phone onto the carpet and using her hand to pull her top aside. Daniel felt his thigh warm though he was unsure if it was sweat or urine.
So rock hard and urgently needing to cum he whispered into Ellen’s ear moving the arm holding her on his knee up so he was now fondling her large breasts.
“Did you just leak babe?”
“Mmm. I’m bursting. Really bursting honey. I need to get to the ladies so bad.”
“I know beautiful. I know. You must have so much in that bladder of yours all full and pressing hard against you. Does it feel good rubbing my leg? Is it helping?”
“Mmm. It feels so nice.”
“What if I suggested something else hard that you could rub and rock on? Would you like that too do you think?”
“Oh yes please Daniel. Something that could really get close to my throbbing urethra to block it. Something to distract me from this crazy need to wee. Maybe something safe that if I burst over it it won’t matter. If you know of anything like that here then show me please. I need something like that. I need it quick though because I just dribbled again.”
Daniel slid his free arm urgently out his jacket sleeve and while still holding and fondling Ellen’s breast with one hand he undid his shirt buttons with the other. The whole time Ellen was still rocking and squirming on his knee moaning in desperation. With his shirt unbuttoned but still on he swapped arms fondling Ellen’s other large breast with his right hand while sliding his jacket off completely. Wishing he didn’t have to let go of Ellen’s breasts feeling how hard and erect her nipple was Daniel quickly let go only to pull his shirt off letting it fall onto the floor. Through Ellen’s gasps and moans he then reached for the bottom of her top and slid it over her head tossing it lightly onto the floor without a care. Easily unfastening her bra right at his chest he let it fall forward before sliding each arm down carefully lifting Ellen’s arms away one by one to slide the bra fully off.
With them both topless Daniel could no longer resist as he bit the back of Ellen’s neck by her ear lobe sucking her skin like it was a baby’s bottle. Ellen tensed in his arms as her gyrating intensified as Daniel thought he might explode in his pants as Ellen spoke.
“Oh that helps! Still gotta wee so bad but I like that.”
“You ready for that something I promised now then? You ok to get up a second?”
Ellen moaned as her feet took her weight fully as she lifted her body off Daniel’s knee as she marched on the spot over his leg gradually edging forwards so he could undo his trousers. Waiting until Ellen moved beyond his knees he then stood up allowing his trousers to fall while pulling his underwear down with them revealing his long and very hard penis. With Ellen still facing away from him he reached down to pull her leggings and pants down too, turning her body as she stepped out them and immediately sliding his hand to her now exposed vagina. Feeling how warm and soaking wet it was he gasped as Ellen squirmed.
“I’m ready Daniel. Please don’t delay as I need a wee so much I think I might burst any second. In fact I’m gonna wee on your hand I think. I can feel it.”
“God you’re really wet babe. So throbbing too. Use me please. I beg you sweetheart. Rock me, ride me, press against me, burst all over me. But do it right now before I explode just looking at you and feeling you squirming and moaning like this.”
At that Daniel let his hand out of Ellen’s throbbing vagina feeling a dribble of wee escape as he did. Taking Ellen’s hand he pulled her gently down to the floor as he lay totally naked on the carpet his hard dick pointing upwards as Ellen straddled him still moaning how bursting she was to wee and how she was about to burst. Sliding Daniel’s penis into place Ellen slid down easily as her rocking continued as before as she leaned down to Daniel’s face kneeling over him whispering enticingly into his ear.
“Mmmm. I haven’t had a wee since this morning. I’ve been holding all day long drinking so many cups of tea. I’ve been fidgeting and squeezing and dancing and squirming but this is by far my best way to hold. I’m bursting to wee. I’m dying to pee. I dribbled on your knee and now it’s getting so much I think I might just burst. But this is so nice, it’s distracting me. Is it distracting you too?”
“Mmm”
“Is it making something want to come out of your nice big penis like something wants to come out of my big wet pussy?”
“Mmmm. Yes. Oh fuck!”
Daniel tensed as he felt liquid rush the length of his warm hard dick as Ellen suddenly stopped talking as she shook and slowed her pace as Daniel felt her intense orgasm right through his body followed simultaneously by a loud hush of warm liquid pouring over his penis, testicles and upper leg. This was way beyond any orgasm he’d ever experienced. Closing his eyes as liquid continued pouring strongly from the tip of his penis like he himself was pissing but with his own bladder still uncomfortably full he tried to savour every second of the experience as he hoped Ellen was too.
Jesus she really had been bursting and very very full too as he felt Ellen’s lips touch his lightly as she kissed him before speaking.
“God that feels so much better! You were right. That did help me. Thank you!”
Daniel tried to calm himself enough to form words.
“Glad to have helped.” |
Ellen’s relief
Ellen wanted to scream as the familiar voice of Robert Berry came on the phone as she processed slowly that it was only his answer machine message. Exclaiming her disbelief she found herself quickly distracted by Daniel’s breath on the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine and instant warmth to her desperate throbbing crotch. It was obvious they weren’t going to be disturbed any time soon as Daniel whispered in her ear saying what they both blatantly knew: the more desperate Ellen was to wee the harder and more turned on Daniel was. While Ellen could feel his hard dick against the back of her thigh she only wished Daniel could feel her own warm wet vagina and know just how majorly turned on she was too.
Playing along with Daniel and teasing him a little Ellen vocalised freely how genuinely desperate she was to wee as she rubbed and squirming constantly on Daniel’s knee hoping she wasn’t ruining his suit trousers with her weight and the friction. She so wanted to play longer with their back and forth words, perhaps listing just how much she’d drank or all the times she’d been crossed legged or bouncy throughout her day. The problem was time wasn’t on her side as her body reminded her once again as a long hard spasm engulfed her as she bit her lip tight trying to prevent her body from erupting. Getting ever closer with each new spasm she bit the bullet and outright asked Daniel something she really needed to know: how would he feel if she weed sitting right here on his knee?
He answered exactly as Ellen expected but right then yet another huge spasm surged from her overstretched bladder through her body right down to her trembling urethra, this time exerting so much pressure no amount of rocking or rubbing was enough to prevent a little wee leaking out. Quickly pulling her top up to try and prevent it getting wet Ellen could barely focus to answer Daniel as he asked the inevitable. Surely he had to know that her body could only hold on so long? It wasn’t through lack of trying to hold now but just the sheer pressure and amount of liquid practically forcing it’s way out to prevent damage to her body.
Ellen expected Daniel might push her off his knee to protect his suit but instead he whispered kindly and soothingly to her offering to help any way he could. The firmness of his leg was helping, and extremely arousing too, but what would help even more was something thinner, longer, harder, she could rub and push against more firmly and directly, something that could even press directly against her pee hole to block it, something her body could grip and squeeze to give her body all the help it needed so badly.
It was like Daniel was reading her mind, or at least Ellen hoped he was, as he hinted at exactly the very thing Ellen wanted more than life itself whilst now fondling and exploring her ample breasts from behind. Had it not been for her bursting bladder Ellen would have let Daniel explore her longer and more tenderly but every second felt like hours as her body ached to release her heavy and extended bladder which had been steadily filling all day long. Aware Daniel was changing hands and breasts but unable to think clearly enough to work out why it wasn’t until Daniel pulled her top urgently over her head that she clicked what he was doing. Delighted and excited to go along with this she moaned with excitement as Daniel loosened then took off her large bra. Still rocking anxiously on Daniel’s knee, frightened that any second her muscles would give in, Ellen shook in arousal as she felt Daniel bite and suck the back of her neck. Feeling warmth circulating her entire body her rocking took on a whole new level as she felt her vulva swelling and mucus seeping into her underwear tingling against her clitoris and her sensitive tender urethra.
She didn’t need asked twice when Daniel asked if she wanted more but standing up Ellen was unprepared for the sheer urgency that hit as her crotch no longer felt pressure against it. Dancing and squirming she heard what she assumed was Daniel’s clothing falling to the floor as before she realised it Daniel was pulling her own legging and knickers down and sliding his large dark hand over her vagina. Instantly inserting several fingers Ellen gasped as her body gripped them and squeezed them readily, though she now wasn’t sure how much of her wetness there was mucus and how much was wee! Aware her body was about to climax in more ways than one imminently Ellen begged Daniel to hurry.
Now facing Daniel Ellen looked right into his eyes as she sensed his own hunger, his own urgency and need, combine with hers as his face oozed passion and desire as he took her hands guiding her to where he then lay down naked on the carpet. Taking a second to gaze at his exhilarating attractive physique Ellen struggled to remain composed as she urgently bend down over Daniel touching his sexy manhood with her sweaty hand as she guided it gently where she needed it most. Feeling the tip of Daniel penis rub her swollen clitoris as it slid easily between her very swollen and moist lips Ellen felt a unique mix of intense love and desire as her body welcomed Daniel’s heartily and satisfactorily like it was a long lost friend.
Being led entirely by her desires and needs Ellen rocked against Daniel’s dick like it was the greatest most erotic thing she’d ever felt in her life as she felt heat rise in her body like electricity as she savoured every second like she was in heaven. Looking down at Daniel she realised he had his eyes closed but his facial expression told Ellen everything she needed to know: he was loving this every bit as much as she was. Now knowing that her need to wee was a huge catalyst to his arousal Ellen couldn’t resist whispering in his ear to help take him over the edge. She knew how powerful words could be so sucking and rocking and squeezing while riding his penis Ellen spoke to Daniel in a way she knew would thrill him and excite him. If only he knew how much that same feeling excited her too…
“Daniel, honey, I haven’t had a wee since this morning. I’ve been holding all day long drinking so many cups of tea. I’ve been fidgeting and squeezing and dancing and squirming but this is by far my best way to hold. I’m bursting to wee. I’m dying to pee. I dribbled on your knee and now it’s getting so much I think I might just burst. But this is so nice, it’s distracting me. Is it distracting you too?”
“Mmm”
“Is it making something want to come out of your nice big penis like something wants to come out of my big wet pussy?”
“Mmmm. Yes. Oh fuck!”
Ellen felt Daniel’s body tense as his penis inside her shuddered before shooting out inside her fast and furiously. Pausing that split second was just too much as her concentration eased to allow her own arousal to peak resulting in her urethra relaxing and urine pouring out of her beyond her control. Shocked at first, but then thrilling her and sending adrenaline surging through her whole body Ellen pulled her large body up slightly from on top of Daniel’s as she watched helplessly as a full days worth of warm urine seeped from between her legs in a steady long stream covering Daniel’s testicles, thighs and upper legs and soaking all around him into the carpet.
Now turning her eyes to Daniel she noticed his eyes were now wide open as they gleamed in excitement and amazement as wee still steadily flowed from her dripping vagina. Unable to take her eyes away from Daniel’s Ellen let her head draw closer to his as she allowed their lips to meet as she kissed the sexiest, kindest, most caring man she reckoned ever existed. Thanking him for all his help she hoped he’d seen just how bursting she had been as he took a moment smiling back to say he was glad to have helped.
As much as Ellen wished she could gaze lovingly at Daniel all evening the reality was they were still locked in a meeting room on a cruise ship where they had created quite a mess on the carpet with their clothes sprawled all around the room. Pulling herself up to stand Ellen now looked at Daniel lying naked on the floor, his half erect penis held in his hand and all around his crotch glistening with the remains of her wee.
“Would you like a hand up?”
“If you don’t mind?”
Ellen leaned down to give Daniel a hand up as he smiled at her and winked before searching for his underwear. Ellen did likewise pulling her knickers on feeling the waistband to be much looser now her bladder was empty. Turning to see Daniel struggling with his trousers Ellen hooked her bra as she checked on Daniel.
“You ok?”
“Not really. I had to piss before I even got here honey and now after that it’s suddenly super super bad! I need to get home NOW babe! It’s either that or I soak this carpet even more! It’s like feeling your piss on him plus hearing you go was the final straw and triggered my bladder so bad. I can't even think to button this blooming shirt up!”
“Oh. I’ll get dressed quickly and try calling Robert again. Keep holding as best you can honey. Someone has to come open the door for us soon ok.” |
Daniel’s relief
Watching as a completely naked Ellen pulled herself up Daniel felt a very familiar tingling return to the top of his now half erect penis. Instinctively grabbing and squeezing the tip between his finger and thumb, feeling it still warm and wet from sex with Ellen and her urine explosion, he tried not to think about the fact he was a few miles from home and locked in a room. Now with just one hand free it occurred to him that getting up from lying down was going to be tricky unless he let go of his dick, which he really didn’t want to do. Ellen was quick to notice the issue, thankfully, as she offered her hand to pull him up which Daniel was very grateful for.
Still gripping his cock as it reduced in size a little while tingling even stronger Daniel looked around quickly, finding his underwear and pulling it on over his still damp legs and lower stomach. Rubbing his very hard bladder with his free hand while his eyes darted around scanning for his grey trousers Daniel moved towards them bending over to pick them up as his bladder objected strongly to being squashed and squeezed. Completely unable to let go of his own dick for fear he would immediately start pissing he struggled sliding one leg into his smart trousers while keeping balanced. Almost falling over, but correcting himself just in time, he turned as he heard Ellen speak to him.
“You ok?”
Embarrassed, but too desperate to even attempt to hide his situation, Daniel felt it best to just tell Ellen regardless. Grabbing his shirt and sliding one arm in then the other, alternating which hand grabbed his crotch each time, he tried buttoning his shirt one handedly very awkwardly.
“Not really. I had to piss before I even got here honey and now after that it’s suddenly super super bad! I need to get home NOW babe! It’s either that or I soak this carpet even more! It’s like feeling your piss on my body plus hearing you go was the final straw and triggered my bladder so bad. I can't even think to button this blooming shirt up!”
“Oh. I’ll get dressed quickly and try calling Robert again. Keep holding as best you can honey. Someone has to come open the door for us soon, ok.”
Right that minute Daniel wasn’t sure if Ellen could even get dressed quickly enough as he stumbled over to a chair squirming and fidgeting as he tried to use both hands to quickly button his shirt. His trousers were still not buttoned up yet and he hadn’t even found his suit jacket as he looked up to see Ellen pulling her top down over her vast and curvy body. At least she was decent and hopefully finding her phone at last as he located his suit jacket finally and slid his arms in as he breathed in to fasten his trousers. Now just his socks and shoes to go he watched as Ellen slid her own shoes on before picking her phone up from the table.
“Dear God he better answer this time. How close is the nearest gents to here anyway? I’m never going to make it home.”
Eileen rubbed Daniel’s shoulder reassuringly as he bent over pulling his socks on and then tying his shoes up while she held her phone to her ear. Before Daniel had tied his second shoe up he heard Ellen talking.
“Hi Robert! Yes it’s Ellen Hemmingdale here from Shelter. I’m in a meeting right now in room G14. Unfortunately we can’t seem to open the door to leave. My colleague and myself have both tried but it’s like it’s self locked or something. Yes…yes…actually could you make it a bit of a priority please. My colleague has to be somewhere else quite urgently and it’s imperative he gets there in time….right. Thanks.”
Standing up abruptly Daniel slid a hand into his pocket as he began pacing the room.
“How long did he say he’d be?”
“He said he’d come right away. He shouldn’t be long. Do you want me just to close your laptop down and put it in its case? I assume we’ll need to meet up again to get the PowerPoint done? I can email the photos over to you as soon as I get home tonight.”
Still pacing with his hand in his suit trouser pocket holding his desperate penis tightly Daniel just nodded. He couldn’t think straight any more as his whole concentration was focussed on not wetting his just cleaned suit. Walking back and forth between the porthole and the door Daniel could hear Ellen closing his laptop and zipping it into its case. He usually hated anyone touching his computer but right now he knew he was in no state to be tidying it away himself. What was taking Robert so long? Feeling his face and neck warm in embarrassment Daniel turned to face Ellen while still pacing.
“I can’t do this Ellen. I hate myself for even thinking this but I’m going to have to pee on the carpet or something. Come here and feel.”
Ellen looked up at Daniel leaving the laptop in its case on the table. Walking towards him as he paced towards her Daniel took her hand with his one free hand and rubbed it over his large swollen bladder.
“Can you feel that? I always wait until I get home after work but this is the biggest I can ever remember feeling. Even my balls are aching with the pressure right now and I can barely stand up straight. I’ll pay the owners whatever it costs to clean the carpet. I will honestly. I just can’t bear this any longer.”
Unzipping his fly Daniel was almost running towards the area where he’d earlier been lying naked as a knock at the door distracted him.
“Hello? Are you in there Ellen?”
Ellen raced to the door as Daniel continued heading to the area where they’d had sex, one hand holding his dick tightly through his trouser pocket and the other now fishing inside his fly area ready to pull his penis out.
“Yes Robert. I’m in here. Do you think you can get us out?”
Just then the door handle rattled loudly as Daniel stared at the wet carpet dying to add his own urine to where he could still see Ellen’s had fallen. Now with his penis in his hand outside his trousers gripped tight shut by his thumb and fingers he aimed his member ready to fire when suddenly the door pushed open and he heard a male voice.
“There. A bit of brute force. There was meant to be a notice on the doors of this corridor. They were all freshly painted yesterday and looks like the paint stuck with the door being closed. We’re freshening the whole ship up ready for leaving here. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Hope it hasn’t inconvenienced you at all.”
While Robert spoke Daniel screwed his face up facing away from him as he reluctantly and hastily tucked away his penis and zipped up. Feeling his penis rebelling against the torture of sensing it could release only to be told no at the last second he picked up his laptop case from the table and rushed towards the now open door. Brushing past Robert like he ceased to exist his head shook side to side as she tried to work out which way to go.
“Left along the corridor and you’ll see them right by the lifts!”
Daniel barged along the corridor not caring who was in his way as he bolted towards the lifts and hopefully a urinal. With the door to room G14 still open he could just make out Ellen’s voice in the background.
“We’ve been trying to get you for ages. He’s bursting for a wee.”
Daniel pushed the door to the gents open sweating from the effort of holding just from the room. Seeing an open cubicle he dropped his laptop case at the door as he pulled his trousers and underwear down as his penis began peeing right away. Grabbing it and aiming it he wanted to scream in delight at finally getting to release.
The joy, the ecstasy, the delight was every bit as thrilling and wonderful as it had been cuming just minutes before. The only difference, thought Daniel, was that this experience was lasting so much longer. Much much longer in fact as he wondered just how much his poor bladder had been holding all day long. |
Ellen helps Daniel out
Pulling up her leggings and reaching for her top Ellen hurried to get her things on so she could try calling Robert again. Wondering how Daniel might react if she got his answer machine a second time she slid on her invisible socks and shoes quickly as she moved closer to the table and grabbed her phone. Finding the last number called she pressed redial praying someone would answer.
It only rang once before a familiar voice answered. Ellen outlined her problem and location quickly, all the time avidly watching Daniel struggling to get his socks and shoes on whist grabbing at his crotch and squirming on the chair. Keen not to embarrass Daniel by saying he needed the toilet badly she used language she hoped conveyed the urgency without detailing more than necessary. Needing to do something, anything, other that ogle Daniel as he paced the room with his hand in his pocket Ellen looked around spotting Daniel’s laptop still open and quickly suggesting putting it away. It was now after 5pm according to the wall clock she could see and it was obvious they weren’t going to get any more work done today.
Closing the laptop lid and putting it carefully into it’s cover Ellen could hear Daniel pacing behind her. Trying her hardest not to think what his body was feeling right then, knowing she was still moist from moments before, combined with thoughts of his desperation, Ellen knew only too well what her body would crave yet again. Hearing Daniel moaning under his breath and breathing hard was causing her enough palpitations as it was so she looked more at what she was doing than at Daniel behind her. Trying to keep her mind on anything but Daniel she commented that she’d email the remaining photos when she got home.
It had probably only been a minute at most since she’d spoken to Robert on the phone but time was dragging in as Ellen stared at the closed door willing him to come. It was awful enough that she’d had an accident in the room but now Daniel was fully dressed and his suit was only just out the dry cleaners hours before! Already still feeling huge arousal, and with thoughts of bringing herself pleasure again once she got home, Ellen was startled when Daniel spoke. Turning to face him on hearing his voice she felt her face instantly redden when he stated that he was seriously debating weeing on the carpet where she’d wet not long before. Ellen swallowed, processing the fact that Daniel was now beckoning her over towards him. Was he thinking what she was? Surely not? Surely he couldn’t know one of her biggest fantasies of all?
Walking towards him with her heart thumping Ellen shook with adrenaline as Daniel took her hand and rubbed it over his huge hard bladder. Even through his shirt Ellen could feel how huge it was as she desperately longed to ask Daniel something very personal. Unfortunately for her though he let her hand drop away as she saw his face contort and his body tense as he sprinted across the room towards where the carpet was still wet. Longing to go and watch, or better still fulfil her long held dream of holding Daniel’s dick while he peed, she instead stood gazing longingly at the back of Daniel’s suit when suddenly there was knocking and a voice at the door.
Her head spinning Ellen replied to the voice when unexpectedly the door jutted open and Robert Berry practically fell in as Daniel thankfully seemed to have miraculously appeared having obviously abandoned the idea of weeing on the carpet now they had company. However, he certainly wasn’t his professional polite self in any way as he pushed past Robert clumsily as Robert looked at her confused. Shouting directions to the gents in the direction of Daniel Robert’s eyes then met her’s briefly as Ellen felt she owed him an explanation. With Daniel now spared any more embarrassment being out of ear shot Ellen smiled sweetly at the older man as she explained why her colleague had left with such urgency.
“Ah that explains why he never even thanked me. At least he managed some self control though. Working here you have no idea the number of places people seem to urinate! We have plenty toilets too. But hey. Nothing you need to worry about. Well I guess that’ll be you finished for the day. Some of us have hours until knock off eh!”
“Thanks again for helping us Robert. I bet you’ll be glad when we’re all off the ship soon.”
“Not at all. I’ll miss the kids running about playing. We don’t usually get many kids on here.”
“I’m sure you don’t.”
Moving her eyes and seeing Daniel’s laptop Ellen edged closer towards it picking it up while Robert still stood at the door. Glancing in the direction of where she’d wet the carpet Ellen smiled guiltily at Robert as she walked towards the door.
“I better go give this to Mr Omari. Thanks again for rescuing us. I hope no one else shuts any of the doors in this corridor and has the same thing happen.”
“Good point. I’ll go get some new signs made now. That’s if this phone doesn’t interrupt me again. See you around.
“Sure. See you tomorrow no doubt.”
Walking down the corridor towards the first set of lifts with Daniel’s laptop in her hand Ellen couldn’t stop thinking about Daniel weeing. Had he made it on time? Had he leaked in his underwear at all? Thinking back to feeling his bladder just minutes earlier she certainly wouldn’t judge him if he’d leaked or spurted in any way. Smiling to herself as she finally approached the toilets she’d tried to go to several times earlier herself she realised that she’d already fulfilled so many of her sexual fantasies with Daniel just in the last two days.
If they could manage that in just 48 hours surely together they could get everything in place in time for the ship departing in just three weeks. The biggest problem Ellen now worried about was no longer convincing the refugees or getting other organisations on side but actually working closely with Daniel for a full three weeks without getting distracted all the time by sex. Beaming with happiness and excitement Ellen giggled to herself just as Daniel came out the toilets. If only they could stop getting desperate to wee. That was proving to be quite a feat for them both. |
Daniel’s works late
Daniel felt like a totally different man as he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He hair was greasy with sweat but otherwise he looked no different to this morning despite having had sex with a woman he’d fancied for months then been under so much stress holding his bladder so long. Splashing his face with water to make sure he wasn’t dreaming he dried his hands and face with some paper towels then opened the door of the gents hoping he could remember the way back to the meeting room.
His eyes beamed with relief and joy as the first person he saw on stepping out the door was the beautiful Ellen Hemmingdale smiling back at him with his laptop case in her hand. Desperate to kiss her he walked towards her before suddenly realising they weren’t alone. What if someone saw them making out? Would it affect the outcome of getting everyone to move to Dundee? Reaching his hand out to take his laptop he smiled at Ellen and thanked her before heading towards the reception desk to sign out. Lifting his pen from the paper he turned to say goodbye to Ellen but she was no longer there.
Heading down the gangway to the port car park and his car Daniel was struck by how dark it was getting already, though thankfully the rain from the previous day seemed to have passed. Day dreaming about Ellen constantly he looked around for her car. Thinking he could spot it across the car park he got into his car and drove towards it hoping she was there. Seeing no signs of her he looked back at the huge cruise ship debating waiting for her to come out. So caught up in his own thoughts he physically jumped when someone totted him to get past. Waving in his mirror hoping the other driver could see he circled the car park allowing the other driver to exit before reversing in beside Ellen’s car hoping he might see her leave.
Keeping his engine running Daniel switched the radio on listening to the travel updates and the news before suddenly remembering about the imminent announcement that would be made in just a few days regarding the very cruise ship he was facing. Stressing about time he considered driving home to get the PowerPoint finished urgently when he saw Ellen in the distance. His heart instantly beating faster and his spirits lifting he jumped out his car giving her a fright.
“Sorry! So sorry Ellen. I just…it’s stupid but I just…I’m rubbish at this sorry. I just wanted to see you again before I went home.”
Feeling like a love struck school boy he suddenly felt stupid as Ellen looked him in the eye and laughed.
“That’s so sweet of you. Actually I’m glad you’re here. I just spoke to someone about booking the theatre this week. They offered Friday morning but then I recalled that that would be too late because they’d hear it in the news first wouldn’t they? Kind of defeats the point of booking the theatre then eh! Anyway when I explained that it was urgent and was in regard to the exit date they offered me tomorrow evening between 6 and 7. I felt cheeky asking for more but he did say as long as it was left tidy and no children came in he would let us use it during his lunch break tomorrow from 12-12:45. I promised no food or drink and we’d leave it spotless. I hope that’s ok?”
Feeling a bit overwhelmed but delighted Daniel instinctively hugged Ellen kissing the top of her head automatically.
“I couldn’t do this without you Ellen. Thank you! So can I just plug in the laptop to show it all or do I need to bring connectors or anything? I’m almost embarrassed to say that even coming on the ship for months I don’t think I’ve ever been in the theatre.”
“It’s not somewhere I go to much either but it’s on the second floor. I’ll meet you at reception around 11:30 and show you where it is. There’s obviously WiFi on board so maybe it’s done via that? I’m not exactly technically minded but it must be easy enough I imagine. Oh and I’ll send those photos over as soon as I get home. Will you get the presentation done on time do you think?”
“I’ll work all night if I have to.”
Daniel stood back and looked at Ellen who seemed embarrassed and tired.
“Sorry I distracted you earlier. I feel guilty now at the thought of you working so late.”
“Don’t feel guilty lovely. There’s nothing on the TV these days anyway and besides you are welcome to distract me anytime. It was fun!”
“Ok. I’d better get home and send those photos. If you need my help just call me. Night.”
Checking around anxiously Daniel pulled Ellen closer to him again between their cars as he leaned down to kiss her. Thrilled that she didn’t appear to complain he held her in his arms for a minute before letting her go.
“Have a good night Ellen. See you tomorrow.”
Getting in his car after Ellen he sat watching as she started up her old Suzuki Ignis and drove out the port car park out of sight. Wishing he knew where she lived he let his thoughts linger for a moment before heading home himself, still thinking constantly about Ellen Hemmingdale and the whirlwind two days they’d just had.
Locking his car safely away in his garage as always Daniel came into his house via the back door straight into his kitchen, slipping his shoes off at the door then filling the kettle on autopilot. Putting his laptop bag on the dining table he opened the freezer to select another meal made by his mother and put it in the microwave. Not caring what it even was he checked for any mail then returned to the kitchen setting up his laptop while making himself a coffee, all while waiting for his dinner to ping. Seeing the PowerPoint open up immediately Daniel smiled thinking back to being with Ellen while she squirmed desperately beside him. God she was so sexy when she was bursting to pee, though honestly, thought Daniel, she was incredibly sexy at all the time with a body he’d love to explore so much more, preferably with little to no clothes in the way!
Startled from his thought by the microwave beeping Daniel shook his head to bring his brain back to reality as he plated his meal and returned back to his computer. While he really needed the photographs to illustrate his slides for now he could at least work on the wording as he ate and drank thinking about how to persuade so many charities and organisation to work with him and how to convince over 100 people of different ages and lifestyles to move nearly 100 miles to Dundee.
By the time he had devoured his dinner and moved his plate to the integral dishwasher he checked his emails to find loads from Ellen all with photos attached. Smiling broadly just seeing her email address he replied to the first confirming receipt and thanking her before saving the photos ready to use.
It was past 8pm when he felt he had the presentation completed but reading through it he felt it lacked something special. Staring at his mobile he debated with himself about calling Ellen. She’d said it was ok but was she just being polite? Should he just email instead? Deciding to email initially and wait he attached the presentation with a few words then made himself another coffee while he waited. Staring at his mobile again he picked it up anxious to know what Ellen thought. Waiting for her to answer he stared at the slides on the screen nervously.
Ellen answered on the third ring as Daniel blurted out straight away without any preamble.
“So what do you think?”
“Have you finished?”
“Yes. Yes. I emailed it over.”
“Oh sorry I was watching something and must have drifted off. I’ll check right now. Hold on til I get my iPad.”
Daniel waited as he heard Ellen click and move around.
“Right I’ll just have a read through now. Do you want to wait or call back in ten minutes or so?”
“Wait.”
“Ok. It looks good so far anyway. I like the way you’ve done the ‘operation new adventure’ sort of like a motif or logo. Did you cut the plans?”
“Only the bit with the tower on. I didn’t want anyone realising right away that it was a tower block. I remembered you saying that might put some off too early.”
“Right. Good thinking. Oh I had forgotten how nice that kitchen was. That caretaker flat really was gorgeous wasn’t it? This looks so good. Almost makes me want to move there too! Oh you remembered to put about the communal flats too, and the views. Did you mention the schools and nursery and how close to the city centre it is? Oh sorry I haven’t got that far yet. I see it now. So are you thinking of showing this to the groups first then the families exactly the same?”
“Yeah. Unless you think that’s not a good idea?”
“What about adding a slide to the end for the groups. Something like..how can you help? And listing all the things that need done to support the project like furniture, removal vans, translators, physical support helping people pack, busses to get them there, longer term support to settle, that sort of thing? And maybe for the refugees adding a final slide about how we are here to help them through this and they aren’t alone. Maybe we could have a dedicated email address for any concerns? Hopefully by the evening we can say that such and such an organisation will be helping do such and such too. It will all be so overwhelming for them I think.”
“That’s exactly what I was looking for Ellen. You are a genius, you know that?”
Hearing Ellen laugh heartily the way he’d heard so often but adored every time Daniel smiled as he typed up the final slides.
“I’m not just a pretty face then eh!”
“Oh Ellen you are way more than a pretty face! You have the sexiest most incredible body, the most delicious breasts I have ever sucked and the luscious most beautiful vagina known to man. Oh and you have a very smart and clever brain to boot. God, you’re bloody amazing!”
Hearing Ellen laughing again Daniel worried he’d gone too far, though in truth he could think of so much more he wanted to say. Of course Ellen summed it up as always in the way she always did, by calling a spade a spade in the way she did so Ellen like.
“And I’m guessing you’re horny!”
“Maybe….” |
The phone conversation with Daniel
Ellen smiled seeing Daniel coming out the gents looking much more relaxed and comfortable. Catching him smiling back she felt warmth rising within her as she held out his laptop bag to give him. For a split second she thought Daniel was about to kiss her but then he moved towards the direction of reception and the moment was gone. Forcing herself to stay focussed on work she pressed to call the lift just by the toilets. The doors opened right away as Ellen stared at Daniel’s back as he bent over the desk to sign out, immediately having a flash back to seeing him do the exact same position last Thursday evening. As the large doors closed over Ellen closed her eyes wanting to treasure the last hour to her long term memory. Hearing the soft pleasant voice of the lift announce she was on the second floor Ellen walked out confidently in the direction of the ship’s theatre.
The door was locked, as was always the case when it wasn’t in use, so Ellen headed to the entertainment check in hoping to book it that week. Less familiar with the staff on the upper levels Ellen introduced herself and showed her ID. Asking for the first available booking she paused when she was told Friday trying to think why this wasn’t workable. Remembering that the press release was going live on Thursday she begged the young man for an earlier date explaining hastily what it was in relation to. Appearing to understand he checked again and offered the following evening which Ellen immediately agreed to. About to leave she then remembered last minute that there needed to be two slots. Worried she’d blown her chances of that she turned around smiling sweetly and asked if there was any chance of a rehearsal and set up slot. The young man paused, as if debating to himself what to do, before finally, but quietly, agreeing to allow Ellen access when he was on his lunch break under the condition that the theatre was kept spotless and strictly no children, which Ellen assumed was due to fire regulations or insurance with it being an unofficial booking. Nodding in agreement she opted for the stairs going back down to get some exercise.
Back on the main deck Ellen said her goodbyes before signing out and heading alone to her car. With a lot on her mind she almost screamed when Daniel suddenly appeared from nowhere. Still, thrilled to see him none the less, once over the shock, she updated him on the bookings and had a brief chat before he pulled her in for a lovely hug and a quick kiss. Floating on a cloud she drove the ten minutes home in a daze caught up in all that was Daniel Omari and their relationship.
Making herself a basic meal of eggy bread as she really needed to do a grocery shop having been busy all weekend, Ellen then sat down with a mug of tea and switched the TV on. Scrolling idly through her iPad she noticed the photos and emailed them to Daniel wondering how he was doing and wether he was working still on the PowerPoint. Tired after a long day she found herself dozing off until she was woken by the ring of her mobile. Searching the room to find it she couldn’t help but get excited at seeing Daniel’s name on screen.
Checking her email to find a copy of the PowerPoint she opened it up excitedly while chatting to Daniel. Unlike their previous phone call on Thursday night this one flowed easier with noticeable less tension and gaps. In fact Ellen found herself laughing easily as the conversation soon changed from work to flirtatious chat as it became more and more obvious that Daniel hadn’t just called about the presentation.
Eileen tried imagining him at home alone, hard and randy, as her heart thrilled realising he was now choosing her to gain his pleasure rather than anything else. Thinking just how often, especially so recently, she’d pleasured herself thinking of Daniel she felt jittery at the opportunity to return the favour.
Daniel, of course, was making it easy as he clumsily and shyly asked her something she was more than delighted to talk about.
“Can I ask you something Ellen? See today when you were bursting to pee in the room with me?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
“Well you said that you’d been trying to go to the toilet since lunchtime? What stopped you going and how did that feel?”
“Oh you like hearing about me desperate don’t you? Well this morning I was busy working with a young man on the ship, one of the many we are hoping will move. His case is complex and I’ve been working with him for months. It involved loads of forms and phone calls and two mugs of tea to keep me going. I had some lunch on the ship and that was when I started needing to go. It wasn’t bad but I was aware of it and so I headed for the ladies. But then Oleksandr and his little one came running towards me. He wanted to know how the big meeting had went and then he was talking about his wee one having been to see a nursery.
As soon as he left of course I went towards the loos again because I was more aware that I had to pee by then and I was keen to go. I was almost at the door when my phone rang. I debated not answering but you never know if something might be an emergency so not answering is risky. I hoped I could get off the call quickly and use the loo but it actually was a major emergency and I had to leave immediately. I can’t go into all the details as it’s a police matter but I was caught up at the police station for several hours with two vulnerable previous tenets from the ship. There was absolutely zero opportunity to find a bathroom and given the circumstances it would have felt wrong and unprofessional to even ask even though by that point I was pretty desperate.”
“You were desperate for hours but couldn’t go at all or even say? Mmmm. How did you hold Ellen?”
“A LOT of keg crossing and changing positions on my seat. By this point it wasn’t just a passing thought or minor distraction but a full on pressure that was constant all the time. I wasn’t alone so it wasn’t even like I could put my hand between my legs or anything but believe me Daniel I really wanted to do that so much. I’d had two mugs of tea and a glass of water with my lunch and hadn’t been since I’d left my house that morning. The police even offered me water and as it was warm in the room I took it to stay hydrated. Of course that just added to my bladder though and made me even more antsy and fidgety. I kept hoping we could leave but then I had to escort the clients back to where they had been living to retrieve their belongings.”
“Could you not go then either? You must have been getting so desperate by then?”
“We had to be in and out very quickly for everyone’s safety so there was no time for any delays. Besides I was really busy helping the clients pack as much as they could quickly and loading my car. Had they not been so upset and stressed they probably would have noticed my squirming and bouncing around. I actually couldn’t wait to get back to the cruise and pee so bad. I was really desperate. I could feel it everywhere in my body Daniel. My toes were curling and my eyes were swimming. My heart was going fast and I was so distracted and preoccupied by it. Then I had to drive back to the dock. A couple of times at red lights I had to squeeze myself. I just hope the people with me didn’t see.”
“Oh that’s sexy! So when you got back to the boat why didn’t you just run to the ladies?”
“I was just about to when Celine waved at me. I couldn’t be rude and she was clearly wanting me so I thought I’d see what she wanted then go straight for a wee but she was telling me that you were waiting for me and then you saw me and I didn’t feel I could then just vanish and run to the loo even though I so desperately needed to go.”
“So in a way I was stopping you going even though I didn’t know?”
“I guess you were. Do you like the idea of that?”
“Mmm. Yes I do actually. Does that upset you?”
“No. Why should it? In fact I can think of quite fun ways you could stop me going when really bursting.”
“Oh really? Like what?”
“Well you could start by kissing me, or what you did earlier and making love to me, though that one admittedly wasn’t that successful in helping me hold, but it was seriously fun. Or you could use your hand between my legs, or you could lock the only bathroom I could use, or you could tie me up…”
“Jesus Ellen are you trying to make me explode or what?”
“You like those ideas then?”
“Fuck Ellen I love them babe. So by the time I arrived your bladder was already really really full and you’d been bursting for hours? Were you trying to hide that from me honey? Were you shy about saying?”
“I tried to excuse myself at the door if you remember? I couldn’t even stand still at that point. I actually thought I might wee myself if I didn’t go. I was really bursting, and yes I felt awkward about it because I knew about the meeting all day and it’s unprofessional to suddenly tell someone you have to run to the loo and wee before you can have the meeting.”
“Mmmm. Do you remember me saying we didn’t have much time and I was anxious to get the meeting going?”
“Yes I do. Had you noticed I was bursting then? Were you trying to delay me?”
“To be honest I hadn’t because I was way too consumed with my own struggle. I actually needed the meeting over with quickly because I was desperate to piss myself. The only reason you might not have noticed was that seeing you distracted me so much.”
“In what way Daniel?”
“Because you are so fucking hot! That’s why. Even just chatting to you I am rock hard and aching for you! You get me like this even on the phone Ellen. Seriously!”
“What? Even the first time you called me on Thursday night?”
“God yes! When you said you were going to wee yourself that night because you needed to go so bad I got so hard I was shaking with need. Then you bloody let me hear you pee. Fuck Ellen that sent me right over instantly. And now here I am as horny for you as ever again. If you were with me right now seeing me like this what would you do?”
“Lick you. Suck you. Explore you thoroughly with my hands. Stroke you. Kiss you.”
“Oh God yes please! Would you piss on my again too? Fuck that was incredible.”
“Definitely. If you’d let me use you to hold when I’m on the verge of peeing myself that is?”
“Oh fuck! Anytime you like Ellen. Any time at all!” |
On the phone to Ellen
Daniel had no other motive in phoning Ellen other than to check the presentation, but just hearing her voice and thinking about her had such a huge affect on his body and the conversation just seemed to flow naturally when they were once again chatting each other up.
Knowing he was alone and Ellen couldn’t see Daniel undid his trousers and began touching himself through his underwear as he asked Ellen to tell him more about how she’d ended up so desperate in their earlier meeting. Hearing about her day Daniel listened intently feeling such admiration for all Ellen did. He’d been so wrapped up in his own work all year that despite working closely with Ellen a lot he’d never actually given much thought to what she did. Misjudging her as just wanting to be friends with the refugees he was seeing a whole new side to her now as she talked openly about every part of her day.
Of course as soon as she first mentioned needing to pee his ears perked up and his hands began slowly stroking thinking of how it must have felt for Ellen to be so close to the bathroom but then be interrupted by someone who wanted her. Not just once but twice with the second time involving her not only walking away from the toilet but driving completely away from the ship altogether.
Intrigued and curious about what had happened with the people who needed police support Daniel wanted to ask but felt it wasn’t appropriate to do so. Besides he was far far more interested in hearing about Ellen and her full bladder as he tried keeping the conversation on that as much as he could. Just thinking about the gorgeous large beautiful woman that was Ellen Hemmingdale stuck in a situation where she hadn’t used a loo for hours and was bursting to go but had no access to a toilet and felt she couldn’t even voice her need seemed to push every button in his body as he now slid his hard penis out of his underpants and rubbed the skin more with his fingers. It wasn’t anything like as pleasant as the thought of Ellen touching him or the heavenly sensation he’d experienced twice now of her wet vagina riding him but his dick longed to be touched and rubbed so he held the phone to his ear with one hand and stroked his long manhood with the other.
Revelling in the slow intense build up of Ellen’s recount he could feel the internal pressure building like a pressure cooker inside him especially so as Ellen talked about squeezing herself in her car with others beside her as she was driving back to the ship. Just thinking how full she must have felt and how long she’d been desperate made him stroke just a little harder and faster. Then when Ellen said that she was heading for the loo for the third time but her friend waved to say he was waiting for her Daniel could feel his whole body getting hotter and more excited. Even knowing how the whole thing ended wasn’t distracting him, if anything it was even exciting him more remembering the explosion that seemed to be never ending all over the very part of his body he was now playing with.
Unable to hold back in the conversation, loving where it was going, Daniel couldn’t help but hint and get harder now at the thought he had in some way, unbeknown to him at the time, caused Ellen even more delay. Having to steady his breathing and stroking, just a little to not explode too soon, his hands were sweating with excitement as Ellen readily and easily turned the notch up on the sexual dial volunteering happily incredible ways she could think of that Daniel could prevent her going to the bathroom when she was bursting. This, of course, seemed to send Daniel into a spin as he instantly stroked and squeezed himself faster almost taking himself to a point of no return. Aware he was breathing heavier than normal it didn’t seem at all out of place to say what he was thinking.
“Jesus Ellen are you trying to make me explode or what?”
Ellen’s teasing response sent Daniel’s hormones crazy as he pushed her to tell more about the story knowing his body wasn’t going to last much longer now, in much the same way as Ellen’s was in the recount of what they’d experienced together just hours before. Hoping Ellen wasn’t far away from exploding over him in the conversation Daniel did his best to hold off, planning to let his body cum right at the part where she pissed all over him. But the conversation seemed to turn then as he found himself confessing to Ellen that he’d been just as desperate to piss at the meeting as she had been. When Ellen questioned why she hadn’t noticed that Daniel felt his face redden and his penis throb as he told Ellen just what he thought of her and what she did to him, mentioning without thinking that their previous phone call had put him in the exact same state he found himself in now.
Now just moments from climax Ellen was only making matters worse, or better, by outlining in detail all that she’d love to do to him should she find him in the state he was now. Imagining her licking him, sucking him, peeing on him was just too much as he stroked more intensely and harder as he grunted quietly as he jerked with a huge load. Coming back to reality he heard Ellen’s beautiful sexy voice still on the phone.
“May I go for a wee now please sir? You’re welcome to hear me if you’d like.”
It didn’t matter to Daniel that he’d already climaxed. He wasn’t ever going to turn down that sort of offer ever! |
Saying goodnight to Daniel
Ellen knew the exact moment Daniel climaxed as her own fingers squelched inside her underwear. Enjoying the feeling of needing to pee, which had gradually and unexpectedly built up while on the phone, combined with what she knew Daniel was doing, her fingers slid in and out of her own body easily. Ellen knew she could easily bring herself to orgasm but now that Daniel had cum her need to wee was actually interfering with her desire for more sexual enjoyment as she carried on chatting to Daniel, slowly sliding her hands out of her underwear while lying on the couch before sitting up and wriggling. Not ready to stop chatting yet she casually and cheekily asked Daniel a question.
“May I go for a wee now please sir? You’re welcome to hear me if you’d like.”
Ellen already knew the answer of course as she held the phone to her ear while walking upstairs.
“It might not be as long as the one I did earlier on the boat but I definitely need to go. Actually I think this is the first time I’ve been since then. You still there?”
“Oh I’m very much still here! Are you serious that you haven’t used the bathroom yet since our meeting? Jeez that was nearly five hours ago now! Do you normally go that long without going? You must be bursting sweetheart?”
Ellen pushed her small bathroom door open pulling her pyjama shorts and knickers down one handed still holding her mobile. Sitting on the loo clenching her muscles tightly to hold on just a bit longer until she’d replied to Daniel she almost felt herself burst before she had a chance to speak.
“I came home hungry so made myself something to eat and drink right away. I’ve been watching a bit of television but I must have dozed off after sending you the photos. I guess I’m still tired after the long day yesterday. Then you phoned and we’ve been chatting so I’ve not had a minute to go. It came on quite gradually until now. I’m on the loo now as I speak and about to go. I’ll put the phone nearby if you’d like to hear.”
“Yes please.”
Ellen allowed her muscles to relax as she spread her wide legs as far apart as she could on her toilet holding the phone tightly between her legs just above the toilet. Immediately on relaxing a strong solid stream poured out noisily from her body splashing into the toilet causing tiny particles of water to splash back up onto her body. Caught up in the sheer bliss of relief Ellen sighed loudly almost forgetting Daniel might hear her.
“Oh that feel so good.”
“Jeez I thought you said you didn’t think it would be much. Good grief Ellen you must have been absolutely desperate. You’re still going!”
Ellen put the phone back up to her ear with urine still steadily flowing from her body as she spoke.
“That’ll be all the mugs of tea I’ve had tonight I guess. I feel so much better now! Did you enjoy that?”
“Absolutely loved it! If I hadn’t just cum I’d have exploded just listening to that. Unfortunately I have just cum and now hearing that huge pee has just triggered my own bladder! I’m having to pinch myself hard here to stop myself pissing all over my kitchen floor. I think I had better say goodnight and run to my downstairs loo quick. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“Don’t go just yet Daniel. Would you…would you let me hear you going?”
Ellen could hear Daniel shifting about like he might be walking or fidgeting on a chair or something.
“Oh. I can try I guess.”
For a minute the line went quiet as Ellen wiped herself and quickly washed her hands. Heading next door to her bedroom she stepped out her knickers and pj shirts quickly, dropping them on the floor for speed, then laid on the bed with her mobile to her ear. Now her bladder wasn’t distracting her any more she felt hornier than ever as she returned her hand to her wet and hungry vagina waiting patiently for Daniel to pee.
“Right I’m at the loo now. It’s crazy how bursting I always get right after cumming. The amount of times I’ve dribbled rushing to this bathroom after wanking is unreal. Ok…here goes…”
Ellen rubbed herself in anticipation getting more and more aroused hearing every word Daniel was saying. Knowing it had now been at least 5 minutes since she’d heard him ejaculate she imagined how urgent he must feel the need to go, closing her eyes and picturing him holding his shaking dark penis over a pristine toilet.
“Emmm. Sorry, shy bladder and all that. I am desperate, honestly. Performance anxiety or whatever it’s called. Never done this before you know. In my family you daren’t ever even mention you have to pee let alone ever let anyone hear you or see you go. Oh God I’m dying to piss! Truly I am. It’s just not for coming!”
There was something about Daniel’s vulnerability, his nervousness and anxiety that really seemed to ramp up Ellen’s desires as her fingers squelched loudly as they slid in and out harder and faster.
“Mmmm. Is your bladder hard honey like it was on the boat earlier today?”
“Yes! Seriously it’s rock hard and aching!”
“And is your dick tingling like it’s screaming for release?”
“God yes! The head is tickling and all moist and warm too. It’s still all sticky from earlier too. I need to shower but I can’t because as soon as I turn the shower on I’ll piss myself!”
“Is that gorgeous dark dick of yours trembling too?”
“YES! It’s rising and falling all on its own if I let it go. I need to piss like you wouldn’t believe!”
Listening to Daniel and picturing easily him standing struggling in front of a toilet Ellen wished with all her heart that she was right beside him hugging him from behind, nibbling his neck and fondling his bottom. Even more so she yearned to reach out and touch his throbbing aching penis feeling the warm urine surge through it as she aimed it where it needed to go. Letting her thumb rub her g spot as her fingers slid quicker and quicker in and out she wished she could afford a vibrator so badly as she reminded herself how incredible it felt having Daniel’s thick long manhood inside her. Her mouth open and shaking and her head leaning back she felt the sudden climax overpower her right as Daniel practically shouted down the phone.
“YES! Fuck this feels amazing. You have no idea how incredible I feel right now baby. Can you hear it? Oh what a relief!”
Her face red and her thick brown hair mangled and matted with sweat Ellen had to take a moment to calm as she smiled widely hearing Daniel peeing. Lying on her side on her bed with her bottom half naked she caught sight of her knickers and pyjama shorts on the carpet. She’d just masturbated herself while on the phone to a man who she only slept with for the first time the day before. That was a first, but something she wouldn’t mind repeating again some time soon.
“Well you sure had to go even if you did struggle to start. Thanks for letting me hear. I thoroughly enjoyed that! I’ll let you go now. See you tomorrow at half 11 at the reception desk. Oh and sleep well my friend. We have a busy few weeks ahead.”
“You too. And Ellen….thanks again. You are so hot you know that?”
“Thank you. Night Daniel.”
“Night Ellen.” |
Daniel’s breakthrough
Daniel listened intently as Ellen carried on chatting as he heard her footsteps as she was presumably going upstairs. Amazed to hear that she hadn’t yet been to the loo even once since she’d burst all over him in the meeting room on the ship he glanced at his watch as he did a quick mental calculation, shocked to realise just how long ago that was. The more he got to know Ellen Hemmingdale the hotter she seemed to get! Imagining spending an evening with her as she allowed her bladder to keep filling for hours made him shiver. Only just coming down from his sexual climax still and with his penis still very sticky from his semen release he felt his penis go half hard again as if trying to reawaken as Ellen explained why she’d held so long whilst already sitting on the toilet.
When Ellen asked again if he wanted to hear her wee Daniel gulped and pinched himself to check he wasn’t dreaming. He’d never met a woman so open about her toileting needs and she enthusiastic about sharing. Knowing how horrified his mother would be he felt a twinge of guilt but the thrill of the experience was way too enticing to miss out on as he heard for the second time in less than a week Ellen releasing her bladder while he was on the phone to her. The last time had been incredible, awesome, marvellous even, but it had been unplanned and accidental, which while thrilling also left a slight ill feeling to Daniel as if he’d somehow deceived Ellen because she hadn’t known he could hear. This time was different, exciting, sexual and consensual giving it even more of an edge as Daniel savoured every last sound of Ellen’s strong and long release. In awe that someone could hold so much he found himself empathising a little too much with her previous need as the sound of Ellen peeing then washing her hands sent urgent urges through his body as he gripped his penis urgently.
Now needing off the phone NOW Daniel was just about to hang up and sprint to his downstairs loo when Ellen asked shyly but politely if she could hear him go. Embarrassed and surprised Daniel longed to scream no but that felt so wrong and unfair given what he’d just asked Ellen to do for him. He’d never ever peed with an audience, not ever in a public urinal or at home or at work. The very thought of someone, anyone, seeing him or hearing him seemed wrong especially given his prim upbringing but given Ellen had been so accommodating of his desires he desperately wanted to please her. Surely given how desperate he was it wouldn’t be an issue?
Abandoning his computer and racing to his downstairs loo he tried chatting to Ellen about times he’d cum then had to pee urgently like he did right now hoping this would relax his mind and body enough to forget someone was listening to his urination. Now standing in front of his spotless small downstairs loo he held his desperate dick out and aimed. Taking a deep breath he loosened his grip anticipating release but nothing happened. Ashamed and embarrassed he felt he had to apologise to Ellen for fear she might think he didn’t need to go at all. Trying to force himself to relax he closed his eyes and tried releasing again but yet again not a drop even leaked. Dancing from four to foot in sheer desperation Daniel was getting frustrated with his body though Ellen seemed patient, aroused even, by the delay. Listening to her questions he rubbed his hard bladder, described how his penis felt and shared how it was moving.
Ellen’s tone of voice and detailed questions, coupled with the noises he could just make out on the other end of the call made him smile as it now occurred to him that a beautiful large curvy lady was clearly gaining pleasure from his predicament. Forcing his legs to know stand still he closed his eyes thinking of Ellen as he wondered how she’d feel if he did his business all over her scrumptious large breasts and sweet chubby toes. Suddenly, with absolutely no warning, he felt warmth rising from his lower body as his penis rose and shuddered of its own doing before spurting out warm urine which only just avoided splashing the toilet seat. Opening his eyes now to aim and hold his dick to avoid making a mess he yelled louder than he planned to as at last his body freed itself from its stress and tension as a long solid stream of warm piss arched out his penis into the white toilet as he steadied himself by moving his feet wider apart, finally relaxing fully as his bladder continued to empty.
Looking at his iPhone sitting on the top of the loo Daniel washed his hands then picked it up feeling suddenly exhausted but content. Ellen too seemed somehow satisfied as they ended the call as Daniel placed the phone back on top of the toilet as he turned on his shower. Washing his body and hair Daniel hummed to himself joyfully feeling like he had just won the lottery.
Still feeling high, happy and full of life he checked through his PowerPoint one more time before closing his computer, having a glass of water and heading to bed. He still had the biggest to do list he’d ever faced but tomorrow he’d get to see the incredible sexy Ellen yet again, even if it was just in a work capacity and not alone. Just hearing her voice and being around her right now made him feel the luckiest man alive. |
The 1st meeting
Ellen signed herself onto the Adventurer II bang on 8am as her brain spun with things needing to be done. Turning on her allocated computer while all around residents of the cruise ship busied themselves having breakfast in the dining hall, getting ready to go out to work or education or just generally going about their business, no-one batted an eyelid seeing Ellen working as they were so accustomed to various staff and organisations working all around them. Taking a moment to people watch Ellen felt her eyes filling knowing that by the end of the day every person on board the ship would be digesting the news that they were moving. Recalling the emotions when just one family moved on Ellen sensed the enormity of the moment as she pressed print for 30 basic notices to be pinned around the ship. Firing off emails while she waited on the printer doing its job her stomach somersaulted with nerves.
Walking around the main deck Ellen lightly tacked the notices up in prominent places as people moved all around her, a few saying hello or stopping to read the notice but none doing more than that. These were people used to things being discussed without them involved, used to being the last to know, used to business carrying on while they lived their lives as best they could in what was a very temporary strange environment to live in. With the notices all stuck up Ellen walked back into the main canteen where she saw Ruslana and Nadia quietly eating toast tucked away in a corner. Making herself a cuppa from the buffet she headed over to see them to check how their first night back on the ship had been.
Putting her now empty mug on a tray in the area for finished plates and cups Ellen sat back in her designated work area to check her emails. As predicted her inbox was piling high quickly from curious people regarding the meeting and those who could and couldn't make it. Deciding to take a note of the ones who wouldn’t make it due to the short notice she planned to email a confidential copy of the PowerPoint to them as soon as the meeting finished. Focussed fully on reading yet another email she hadn’t noticed Celine standing right in front of her.
“Someone’s keen this morning. So you seen the notices? What have I missed then? Come on then, spill…”
“You checked your emails? All will be revealed at lunch time but it’s well worth the wait.”
“Ah so that’s what you and that housing officer were up to yesterday afternoon. So do I get a snippet of your secret or what?
Ellen blushed thinking back to yesterday’s meeting and wondering if her friend had any idea what they had really got up to.
“It’s…well it’s good news. Just make sure you’re there.”
“I will, don’t worry about that. So…any further thoughts on my storage problems? You know the fact that by the end of this month I will have a warehouse full of brand new ex-display and end of line furniture and nowhere to store it. You have no idea how much this is stressing me. I even had a dream about beds and wardrobes marching towards me like robots! Don’t laugh Ellen. It was shit scary to be honest.”
“I bet it was. But marching robot furniture? You crack me up!”
Just then Ellen’s mobile rang as Celine waved her hand to acknowledge it and made her departure promptly. Ellen checked the screen to see it was Daniel and her heart skipped.
“Hi! How’s your morning going?”
“Manic! Just a quick question for you. If I have a video on my phone would it play on the big screen in the theatre if I send it via the WiFi?”
“I assume so. Why?”
“Ah you’ll find out later. It’ll be a nice surprise.”
“You’ve got me all intrigued now. Anyway I’ve emailed every organisation I can think of and put notices all round the boat. Judging by my replies so far I think we should have a decent turn out at lunch time.”
“Great! See you soon Ellen.”
Ellen kept herself busy until she noticed it was almost 11:30. Making her way towards the reception she noticed Daniel walking up the gantry into the ship looking stunning in his grey suit and crisp black shirt. Smiling at him as he signed in she walked towards the lift to wait for him. They weren’t alone in the lift so Ellen just made small talk as they walked towards the theatre on the second floor. Pushing the door Daniel was surprised to find it unlocked as Ellen switched on the lights to reveal a large theatre with plush seats, a stage and massive dark curtains which had been drawn tight as if used as a projector screen. Walking towards the podium Daniel smiled at Ellen who was walking up a flight of chairs as it looking for something.
“If you’re looking for instructions for hooking up my laptop they are here.”
Daniel followed the instructions and before long the screen of his laptop was glaring back at them both from the huge curtains. Dimming the lights Ellen watched as Daniel clicked for the first PowerPoint slide which worked perfectly. Now standing in touching distance of Daniel Ellen longed to reach out and touch him, kiss him, hold him but just then the first group of people walked into the theatre excitedly.
Waiting until exactly 12 Ellen clapped her hands to get quiet before thanking everyone for coming at such short notice and saying how much she valued every one of them. Then handing over to Daniel she watched as he confidently went through each slide talking amicably and enthusiastically about Tulloch Court in Dundee and how it was such a great opportunity for every single resident of the Adventurer II to secure a permanent place to call home. Getting to the final slide Ellen smiled recognising so much of the wording from their phone conversation the night before. Winking at Celine who looked like she might actually pop with excitement Ellen felt emotional and proud all at once. Sure she might not have been keen on the idea just last week but now she’d seen the tower block herself she could see the possibilities and Daniel was right that there was no way they would actually find accommodation for everyone in Glasgow in just three weeks time so there wasn’t much choice.
Ellen was just waiting for Daniel to open up for questions when he paused and turned the laptop off. With his quiet but confident and trustworthy voice echoing slightly in the huge theatre he seemed nervous as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
“So, just before I open up for any questions I wanted to show you all this. I contacted the contractors this morning to get an update on progress explaining about todays meeting and just how many organisations and groups were coming together to help and he sent me this. I hope this works but here goes.”
Ellen waited in silence with everyone else as Daniel pressed things on his phone before turning to look up at the curtain screen behind him. On it the opening screen of a video showed as Daniel pressed something else on his phone and the video started. It was only 4 and a half minutes long but Ellen was amazed as the whole theatre fell silent as a gruff male voice with a string Dundee accent did a guided toor or one of the three bedroom flats for all to see. With it’s freshly painted walls, new carpets, sparkling bathrooms and gorgeous fully fitted kitchen the flat could easily have come straight from an estate agents website.
As the video ended Daniel turned back to the audience made up of voluntary sector employees, government groups, translators and volunteers all of whom had a vested interest and offered support in some way to the residents on the cruise ship. Ellen turned the lights back up looking around the room. A few were crying, Celine included, and one lone person was standing and slowly clapping. Before she could even gain her own composure that single person was joined by another, then another, then more, as slowly the entire room stood clapping tearfully all caught up in the emotion like she was.
Slowly seeing everyone sitting down again Ellen moved to join Daniel at the front as hands were raised and questions asked. Answering them together as best they could Ellen eventually closed the meeting by asking anyone who felt they could help to email herself with what they felt they could do ideally by the end of the week. Before leaving she reminded everyone that the residents would not hear the news until tonight so asked them all to respect them and not say until they heard directly themselves. Ellen knew this was a huge ask but it was the only fair way for the refugees, the people they were all here to help and support. |
Preparing for the 2nd meeting
Daniel woke refreshed and raring to go. After a quick shower and breakfast he had a more leisurely coffee while ironing his favourite black shirt. Excited about seeing Ellen again and finally being able to share more about Operation New Adventure, as Ellen so affectionately named it, he finished ironing his shirt and put the iron away. Deciding to work from home to save any unwelcome distractions at the office on such an important day he turned on his laptop and emailed his boss still standing in his boxer shorts with a mug of coffee in his hand.
Hanging up his shirt to keep it clean until he had to go out he placed his coffee on the dining table and ran upstairs to put on some gym shorts checking himself in the full length mirror as he did. Running his hand through his hair he smiled back at his reflection hoping Ellen would like what he was seeing. Back downstairs he finished his coffee while reading through the PowerPoint for the final time copying and pasting and inserting a different final slide for the evening presentation. Saving both again he then spent the morning emailing Keith in Dundee back and forwards making sure the tendency agreements were all correct and finalising rent payments. This latter matter wasn’t something Daniel felt he wanted to include in the PowerPoint just yet knowing that for the duration of their stay not one of the cruise ship residents had been paying to live on the ship, the cost entirely covered by the tax payer via central government.
One of the many things Daniel was keen to know from Keith was an update on how the renovation of Tulloch Court was coming on. Granted it had only been two days since he was there himself but with less than three weeks to go every day mattered and Daniel knew that he would be questioned by both the groups and the residents on wether every flat would be ready on time. Keith had a meeting to attend though but he thankfully gave Daniel permission to call the project manager on site himself which Daniel did right away. The rough older male who answered the phone came across as smart, understanding and compassionate as Daniel explained about the presentations and asked how work was progressing. Listing how many people were now on the job, how many floors were now complete and enthusiastically outlining about new electrics, fire alarms and so forth the man then paused.
“Hey, I’m actually in one of the completed flats right now doing some final checks. Are you in WhatsApp? I’ll make a wee video of this flat if you’d like then you can show it at the meeting. It’s always better to see rather than just hear about stuff don’t you reckon?”
Thinking this would let him see for himself just how things were progressing Daniel readily agreed adding the number onto WhatsApp while he waited. Less than ten minutes later he was watching a video on his phone getting more and more excited. Calling Ellen to check he could show a video in the ship’s theatre he deliberately didn’t tell her why, looking forward to seeing her face when she watched the video on a big screen.
Ellen looked every bit as radiant as Daniel remembered her when he arrived sharp at midday on the cruise ship. Finding the theatre unlocked and clear instructions for set up it wasn’t until the room filled with people Daniel vaguely recognised from his times on the cruise that his nerves started kicking in. Wondering how to get everyone’s attention he was delighted when Ellen automatically managed it in her usual professional but personal style. The presentation went smoother and better than Daniel ever imagined it could as the hall fell silent throughout the video which played perfectly. A lone clap afterwards caught Daniel by surprise but the standing ovation that followed blew him away. Here were national and local charities, local government and volunteers from all walks of life standing as one celebrating the fact that every single person they were supporting and working with would now finally be moving to a secure permanent home within weeks. Not normally emotional Daniel found his eyes watering as he looked over at Ellen who was hugging one person he did know, Celine Perez.
The questions were as expected and Daniel was thrilled when Ellen joined him at the front to help answer them. As Ellen closed the meeting, noticing the time, Daniel couldn’t help but stare at Ellen as she stood at the door excitedly as she appeared to know everyone by name making sure they all knew her email. She was an extraordinary amazing woman who he admired and respected so much.
Heading behind Ellen towards the reception Daniel was about to sign out when Ellen grabbed his arm and invited him to stay on the ship for lunch.
Daniel had never actually eaten on the ship, other than the odd biscuit offered during meetings, but he turned to follow Ellen happily, still high from the meeting. Opting for a large coffee and a hot roll he sat opposite Ellen near the centre in the busy restaurant with the buzz of so many people around him. He’d far rather be eating alone with Ellen but it was still exciting hearing whispers and hushed conversations all about what he’d just presented on. Ellen’s eyes gleamed with hope and enthusiasm as Daniel wished he could kiss her and run his fingers through her hair.
Daniel had planned to return home to work that afternoon but Ellen was keen for him to stay as they sat together in a public area at Ellen’s work station as they emailed the PowerPoint and video to those who hadn’t made the meeting, read emails pouring in offering help and various services, and helped themselves to more tea and coffee. Daniel confirmed the translator for the 6pm meeting, paid for by the council, and double checked back to the minutes of Thursdays’s meeting which had been emailed out on Monday so he had accurate figures for the relocation fund provided by the government. By 4:30 the public area was bustling with people as children returned from school and residents began coming in and out for work or heading to the canteen for food.
Daniel looked at Ellen who was now standing talking to someone moving constantly as she did so. Neither of them had so much as had a bathroom break all afternoon as Daniel recognised the signs in Ellen easily, even more so because he felt exactly the same way himself. The next presentation was in just 90 minutes as he closed his laptop and waited to say goodbye to Ellen so he could make a quick trip back home to quickly eat and pee before returning. If only she’d just stop talking! |
Pre meeting stress relief
Ellen stood at the door of the theatre feeling the emotion, excitement and elation of those walking past her. Smiles, hand shakes and multiple hugs epitomised the mood of those she now counted as friends much more than colleagues. From the initial stress and anticipation watching the empty cruise arrive in port over a year ago now to the daily grind and pressure of struggling to communicate with tired, traumatised families and individuals who mostly knew little to no English, to making sure all the children of school age had a local placement, to helping hundreds and hundreds move on, they had experienced every emotion possible, and now after the intense strain of a looming deadline here they were united in relief and joy at a suitable end in sight despite how far away the tower block was.
As the last person left Ellen turned to see Daniel behind her with his laptop bag in his hand smiling right at her. Surely he felt proud of what he’d just done? Longing to hug him but afraid of being seen she simply smiled back as they walked towards the lifts and headed back to the main deck. The public atrium was loud and busy with groups talking, people going in all directions and the smell of food wafting all around. Ellen had just got her bearings as she noticed Daniel about to leave. Not wanting to see him go she invited him to stay for lunch, which inevitably ended up being the rest of the afternoon too as they worked through emails and offers of help together for hours while drinking tea and coffee.
Ellen wasn’t sure of the time exactly when Aran from the Scottish Refugee Council came over to have a word with her but what she did know was that she really needed to excuse herself as the mugs of tea all afternoon sloshed around uneasily in her bladder desperately needing out. Trying to be as discreet as possible despite really having to wee she moved from foot to foot and squeezed her sphincter muscles tightly. It felt like Aran was never going but finally he excused himself as his mobile rang, much to Ellen’s relief, as she turned quickly back to Daniel and sat down restlessly closing her computer down while muttering to herself.
“Sheesh I need a wee. Hurry up and shut down will you!”
Temporarily forgetting Daniel was right beside her she turned suddenly as he spoke quietly. Seeing his pained expression she recognised it immediately as his words only confirmed what her eyes had told her.
“I really need to go home for a bit Ellen. I promise I’ll be back well before 6.”
Wriggling a little closer but acutely aware of being in a busy public area, Ellen leaned closer to Daniel and spoke in a whisper.
“Are you needing home to wee?”
“I was…going to get a quick bite to eat.”
Ellen nodded knowing full well Daniel wasn’t just wanting his dinner. With just an hour and twenty minutes now until the meeting with the refugees she much preferred Daniel to stay on the ship, worried about rush hour city traffic causing him to possibly be late back never mind the fact she’d miss him dreadfully. Sliding a hand under the table and onto his upper leg whist putting her stuff into her handbag with the other she nodded towards the canteen just across the atrium.
“You know the meals here are actually very good. I’ve only had dinner once or twice but it was always delicious and there’s plenty variety. It’s one of the few perks of working on here. You could stay and have dinner with me if you wanted?”
“I…I….I have food at home though.”
Shutting her handbag and slipping her free hand onto her own thigh as she rubbed her upper leg bursting for the toilet so much she sighed quietly.
“Then I won’t stop you but if you need…whatever…even half as much as I do right now then I wouldn’t fancy negotiating rush hour Glasgow traffic that’s for sure.”
Realising her own need was now greater than her desire to tease Daniel Ellen stood up sliding her handbag over her shoulder as she walked towards reception and the toilets right by the main lifts. Hearing Daniel right behind her she didn’t stop until she reached the reception sign in desk. Pausing for less than a minute, which was as much as her desperate body could handle, she looked at Daniel who now had the sign in pen in his hand before turning and walking briskly towards the ladies by the lift. Ellen was just steps away from pushing the door to the toilets open when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw Daniel’s chest as she raised her eyes to look right into his.
“Ok you’re right, but it’s so busy I just can’t use these ones. Is there anywhere quieter we could go?
Turning sideways Ellen took a few steps and pressed the lift button biting her lip hoping her bladder could hold just a few more minutes. Watching the numbers change above the lift Ellen willed it to hurry as she moved from foot to foot impatiently. So focussed on her own predicament it wasn’t until they stepped into an empty lift that Ellen dared look at Daniel. With his laptop bag held suspiciously in front of his crotch Ellen wondered just what was hiding behind it. Jiggling around longing for the lift to reach the 2nd floor Ellen moaned under her breath while Daniel stood silently staring at the wall with his whole face taut and his body stiff. As the lift doors opened Ellen walked along the corridor towards the theatre again, walking right past it and beyond the desk where leisure activities were booked, taking a sudden right turn then stopping while Daniel caught up.
“I found this by accident one day. Long story short but suffice to say I would never have made it back downstairs that day. Anyway I don’t think many know about this so you’ll be fine. You don’t mind if I go first though do you…it’s just I honestly can’t wait any longer.”
Ellen glanced at Daniel whose eyes looked tearful and urgent. Sliding his laptop bag away quickly Ellen could see a small wet area on his crotch the size of a coin.
“Neither can I!”
Ellen pulled the single cubicle door open as she stepped in pulling Daniel in too. Quickly locking the door behind her she pulled her leggings and knickers down almost knocking Daniel over as he dropped his laptop case and gripped his crotch urgently. Hobbling to the single toilet Ellen opened her legs wide as she stride over the toilet without sitting down. Beckoning Daniel over with a nod of her head she watched as Daniel unzipped his trousers and pulled out his black throbbing dick urgently.
Daniel hadn’t even made it to the toilet when Ellen could hold back no longer as her urine flow started fiercely and violently as Daniel gasped and stepped forwards aiming his penis into the toilet as low as possibly to avoid splashing Ellen. Surprisingly as he let his grip ease over the tip he was shocked to see urine dribble then spurt out before forming a steady stream as he stared at Ellen’s exposed vagina as it dripped with warm liquid. His entire mind and body was feeling tortured being so close to Ellen for so long yet unable to pursue his wishes and desires because they were in public. Now alone Daniel used his free hand to tilt Ellen’s chin up just a fraction as he bend down and lowered his head so he could kiss Ellen. Still peeing and with Ellen still straddling the toilet the kiss was just a soft meeting of their lips but it was enough for both of them to want so much more.
Finishing their very needed business they both washed their hands and sorted their clothing but neither was in any particular hurry to leave the cubicle as Daniel drew Ellen into his arms and held her tightly.
“I’ve been longing to hold you and touch you since I arrived here at 11:30. You were amazing in that meeting Ellen and I couldn’t do this without you. You are one very very special woman and good gracious you are hot as hell. If it wasn’t for the fact we had to be somewhere very soon I’d….”
Ellen didn’t let Daniel finish as she stood on her tiptoes and let their lips meet once again, this time with both of them much more comfortable they were able to give in to the depth of feeling and desire they clearly had for each other as Daniel’s arms reached down Ellen’s back to her sizeable bottom as he explored her clothed body rabidly through her clothed larger body. |
The second meeting
It might only have been ten minutes but it may as well have been hours for Daniel as he sat tensed up waiting for Ellen to stop talking. More than once he seriously contemplated just leaving but firstly he knew that would seem rude and secondly he couldn’t actually get past Ellen to even do so even if he wanted to. With his laptop now firmly put away in its bag on the table in front of him he pressed hard at the top of his leg sitting bent forward slightly longing to get to his car and get home to piss.
Getting to the point where he was genuinely going to have to interrupt Ellen he was beyond relieved when the person she was talking to had to take a call and left. The only thing that had been distracting him for the past ten minutes had been watching Ellen as she moved around awkwardly from one foot to the other and ran one foot up the back of the other leg. It was sexy and exciting imagining she was feeling the same intense pressure in her body as he was in his but being surrounded by people everywhere prevented his body from reacting like it normally would. Still utterly amazed at how easily Ellen could admit her need when she finally sat back down Daniel wriggled uncomfortably hinting that he had to leave urgently. Ellen, of course, wasn’t haven’t it as she tried valiantly to make him actually say what was wrong. Years and years of being forbidden to talk about it was impossible to ignore as Daniel insisted still on going home as they walked quickly towards the reception desk where he was ready to sign out when something stopped him.
Seeing the toilets right ahead and knowing that Ellen was just seconds from release was torture as his own body reacted to the sight of the gents sign by assuming it was now safe to go. Feeling the warm liquid surging fast through his dick he bend forwards pushing his crotch tight against the table hoping to prevent any more leakage but feeling it might already be too late. Feeling the all too familiar warmth in his underwear he panicked, dropped the pen on the desk and rushed towards Ellen touching her shoulder seconds before she reached the ladies. Acutely aware of how busy the ship was Daniel knew there was no way he could urinate in a busy gents as he begged Ellen to show him somewhere quieter he could go.
As he stepped into the lift after Ellen Daniel slipped a hand into his trouser pocket squeezing his penis tightly while precariously holding his laptop bag in front of his body to both hide what he was doing but also to cover any leakage he was sure was there. Fumbling behind Ellen as she lead the way down the same corridor they were in earlier he felt horrified and anguished when Ellen said it was a single cubicle and asked to go first. Normally such a gentleman Daniel checked all around before tentatively moving his bag so Ellen could understand just how urgent his need was too. Expecting she would allow him the privilege of using the toilet first he was taken aback at what happened next.
Erin the blink of an eye Ellen had them both locked in the small single toilet as Daniel watched hooked as Ellen pulled down her clothing and made a beeline for the only toilet. Quickly dropping his laptop case Daniel tried to beat her knowing he could never endure her urinating right in front of him which so desperate to go himself. Ellen was just too quick though as his every movement was hampered by his agonising urgency to piss. Unzipping and fishing inside desperately for his penis Daniel headed for the loo only to see Ellen straddled over it still somehow standing up as her eyes beckoned him closer. Holding his tip tightly between his thumb and forefinger he was just a step away when he had to clench his face in anguish as Ellen’s body seemed to explode fiercely with a torrent of liquid that sent shivers right through him. Bending forwards feeling urine surging down his shaft urgently he shuffled forwards just enough to reach the toilet letting go of the tip of his penis praying he wouldn’t freeze like he usually did at the thought of someone else seeing or hearing him go.
Staring at Ellen’s open legs and her open peeing vagina Daniel lost himself entirely in the moment as his body relaxed and burst letting out a full days worth of long held pee. The ecstasy of the release combined with the physical closeness to Ellen lead to them inevitably kissing, then after cleaning themselves up intense erotic hugs as the emotions of the day combined with their desire for each other brought them closer and closer.
It was Ellen who seemed to ease things first, pulling away gently while still looking up at Daniel affectionately. Still fully clothed but having had a long embrace and feel of each other as well as some deep kissing Ellen smiled, her cheeks tidy and her lips swollen and red from kissing.
“As much as I’m loving this I think we’d better get something to eat quickly before the meeting, don’t you?”
Daniel nodded, his head agreeing but his body very much wanting more.
Eating a dinner that wasn’t something his mother had made felt alien to Daniel as his mind screamed at him about how displeased his mother would be if she knew and how offended she’d feel. He had to admit though that eating something freshly prepared and not reheated was so refreshing for once as he savoured every mouthful washed down with a large glass of lemonade. He’d barely finished when he noticed the time as he and Ellen headed immediately back to the theatre to set up again before the refugees began arriving.
Despite Daniel logically knowing that not every resident on the cruise was present it actually seemed like there was hundreds there instead of the 110 or so in reality. It was louder, more restless and chaotic with young children, babies and groups chatting in languages Daniel didn’t know at all. Combined with the fact he had to talk slower and more carefully to allow every word to be translated Daniel found just starting the second meeting more stressful and frustrating than the first. Interruptions were commonplace taking away from the flow of the presentation so much he actually stopped and asked politely if all questions could be kept until the end so he could get through everything.
From then on things went a bit better, though Daniel sensed there was a lot of trepidation, suspicion and concern from the audience in general. Nevertheless he persevered through slowly with each slide hoping the translation was being understood. Glancing at Ellen she smiled back as it finally came time to show the video. Sitting down beside Ellen at the front he slid his hand down beside hers to hold it for reassurance as the room finally went quieter as the video played. The young translator had herself stood aside, presumably feeling the images on screen showed enough that it wasn’t worth her talking over.
This time the questions were far more personal, intense and emotional as Ellen joined him at the front again to help answer. Of course there was so many unknowns still like wether those in further education could continue their courses in Dundee or if those in employment would be financially penalised for losing their jobs. So much of it was a minefield still as Daniel realised yet again the enormity of what he was expecting of so many people. Then as a few people muttered to themselves a young girl who Daniel estimated to be around 8 or 9 raised her hand as she spoke in hesitant English.
“Will I have a window in my bedroom in Dundee?”
Daniel looked at Ellen as he saw a tear run down her cheek before she answered.
“Oh Mykhaila that’s such a great question. Yes the rooms all have windows and you know something sweetheart? They look out all over Dundee too. You can see for a long long way.”
“I miss having a window. I lived in an apartment just like that in Kyiv with mamma.”
Daniel looked at the young child, for the first time truly trying to imagine all she had been through in her young life. A thin woman sat beside her looking frail and tired and pale as Daniel looked back at Ellen seeing her entire being affected by such a simple basic question.
He didn’t have all the answers but something in him right then knew that this was more than just a work assignment that would finish in less than three weeks or a tick box exercise to be filed away. This was by far the biggest, most life changing, career moment of his life. He was responsible for rehousing more people in three weeks than most other housing officers dealt with in a whole year. He had to give this his all. He had to get this right.
If only all they all wanted was just a window in their bedroom like that little blond haired girl. |
After the meetings
Pulling away from Daniel, only because time was marching on, Ellen smiled sweetly up at his handsome face as she gently reminded him that they still needed to eat before the meeting. Leaving the toilet and heading back in the lift to the main foyer Ellen longed to hold Daniel’s hand so much. Unsure how he might feel about making their new relationship public she hesitated as they walked towards the canteen and picked up a freshly made dinner. The canteen was incredibly busy and loud so Ellen settled for just eating and gazing at Daniel as much as possible. Taking their empty trays to the drop off area for dirty dishes they headed straight back to the second floor to the theatre to make sure everything was ready.
It took longer for the refugees to arrive and settle compared to the groups meeting earlier. They were also louder, chattier and warier too. Ellen couldn’t help but notice the suspicious and worried looks she was getting from people she knew all too well. She usually gave word about new developments privately so this type of meeting induced panic and curiosity on a whole new level. It also made Ellen much more nervous even though it was Daniel delivering the news rather than her.
Getting the room quiet enough to even begin was a challenge in itself and keeping everyone focussed was a real task, but with Daniel’s help the room eventually settled other than a few young children making noise that couldn’t be helped. The garden plans on the first slide seemed to cause more questions again as Daniel painstakingly explained what it was of through the interpreter. Pushing through despite the circumstances Ellen felt so proud of Daniel as he tried to explain the plans to people who had no geographical knowledge of Scotland and who were shocked at the sudden news.
Hoping the video would bring things to life more and calm things down Ellen watched as Daniel sat beside her, even reaching for her hand to hold in the darkened theatre as the video played for the second time that day. This time there was no standing ovation or even clapping just a bombardment of questions which required translated from both sides making answering every one tiresome and lengthy. Watching the time Ellen was about to draw things to a close, promising that they would be around and available still over the coming days to answer and support more, when one of the children raised a hand to request to speak. Ellen recognised Mykhaila well. Of all the children on the ship she had a particular soft spot for the blond haired little girl who adored her mum unwaveringly. Unbeknown to Daniel it was directly due to Ellen’s compassion and willingness to go the extra mile for people that Mykhaila was even still on the ship as Ellen let the girl stand and ask her question.
Ellen had to blink back tears only then remembering how few of the cabins on the ship even had windows in. Even those that did it was actually only small circular port holes that, of course, could never be opened for air or even have curtains on to block the sun. Wanting to run up the theatre stairs and hug the little girl she instead answered her question gently as she used the opportunity to mention the great views again. There was so much more that incredible little kid could have asked but the simplicity of her question and the answer Ellen gave seemed to go such a long way in changing the atmosphere of the whole room. Ellen could see many still staring at the video screen shone onto the huge curtains as the video was freeze framed at an image of the fitted kitchen as she indicated that it was time to leave.
Standing at the door as everyone headed out Ellen shook hands, smiled, high fived and even hugged those that past her as she was met with tears or confusion or shock at what they’d just been told. It wasn’t until the last person passed her, which happened to be Oleksandr carrying his young son with his wife just ahead that Ellen turned to see Daniel as he closed down his laptop. Walking towards him she suddenly recalled something very important they’d forgotten to mention to everyone: first thing tomorrow the news would be full of what was happening with the press release coming out directly from Dundee city council. About to burst with frustration at forgetting it until now Ellen began talking before she’d even reached Daniel.
“I don’t believe it! We forgot to warn them about tomorrow!”
“Oh. So we did. Though we don’t yet know what the press release actually says. How do you think that went then? It sure felt like a tough audience at times didn’t it?”
“I think they need time to digest the news really. Let them sleep on it snd I reckon by tomorrow we’ll be crowded by them all asking everything you could think of and more.”
“That little girl though. She stole the show from us well and truly don’t you reckon?”
“Yes Mykhaila. We’re gonna have to help that girl quite a bit really. She was one of the reasons I wasn’t keen on this move at the start you know. You know about her mum right?”
“The frail looking woman beside her?”
“Yes. It’s a miracle she made it onto the ship to be honest. She has kidney disease but due to the war she couldn’t get her medication in Ukraine so she had to travel here without it. She doesn’t speak any English and neither did Mykhaila when she arrived so it wasn’t until we got around to getting everyone a medical that it was picked up. By that point she was very very sick and got taken by ambulance to the QEUH. With no other family here that beautiful little girl was going to be handed over to social work and taken into care. She might never have seen her mum again. It was almost a year ago now when there was still about 8 or 900 folk living here. I just stayed over a few nights with her until her mum got discharged with the right medicines she needed. She’s still very sick though and we must make sure she can continue her dialysis in Dundee. I thought that’s what Mykhaila was going to ask about. I’m glad she didn’t though as we haven’t even started looking at medical needs yet. “
As they walked towards the lifts to head back to reception to sign out Ellen carried on talking.
“That’s why they haven’t been rehoused yet. It was actually better to have Mykhaila and her mum live here where others can look out for them and help get Mykhaila to and from school than have them live somewhere where mum is too sick to cope. All the cases here are complicated like that in some way. From Stepan with no means of accessing benefits yet, thought I think that’s finally getting sorted, to Ruslana and Nadia who I was with at the police station yesterday and who are now back here for their own safety, to Inna and little Ihor who has no memory of living anywhere else but here. These are the hard to place cases, the complicated ones, the ones getting health care or waiting for paperwork or family or whatever. The ones struggling to learn English or thinking of returning to an Ukraine or just single males like Taras who always seem to be at the bottom of the pile. I just hope the press are kind to them tomorrow Daniel. I really care about these people. They are like family to me.”
“I can see that Ellen. I understand that now. Honestly I do. Now unless you fancy being kept here all night while they mob us both with a million questions I reckon we ought to sign outa here now and head home don’t you?”
Ellen looked around the cruise ship entrance foyer that she’d stood in so many times in the last year. She’d really miss being here, being with the people she loved, but she had to admit that Daniel was right. It had been a long day and it was now getting close to 8pm, 12 hours since she’d signed in this morning. She hated driving in the dark but it wasn’t far to her home and her comfortable bed. She felt like she could sleep for a week. After a mug of tea though. Ellen always had time for tea. |
The press get news
Daniel listened attentively as Ellen walked with him down the corridor, into the lift and back to reception. How she could remember everyone’s names, their stories and the reasons they were still on board the ship amazed him and impressed him greatly. This wasn’t just twenty or so people it was over 130 people of all ages and backgrounds, a few of whom he was starting to recognise himself but nothing in the league of Ellen.
Parting from Ellen in the car park wasn’t easy as they hugged and kissed and hugged again, both tired and wanting home but neither keen to part from the other. Daniel thought more than once about inviting Ellen to his but he didn’t want to give the impression that he only wanted sex. Finally he climbed into his car to drive the few miles home, his head full of worry about how tomorrow might pan out and if everyone would actually sign the forms to move. Even the TV couldn’t distract him as his mind spiralled between sexy thoughts of Ellen to the child asking about windows, to the million and more things needed done before the ship moved on. Switching the TV off he went for a shower and then headed to bed staring at his bedroom ceiling trying to still his thoughts.
It was gone 2am before he finally drifted to sleep making it difficult to wake up when his alarm went just 4 and a half hours later. Ironing a clean shirt after breakfast he turned the small TV in his kitchen on for the morning news apprehensively waiting for a story about the refugees leaving the cruise ship. Dressing himself as he switched off the iron with the TV still on he turned to watch as the news anchor read the headline.
“And this morning some breaking news just in. Dundee city council have announced a programme to provide housing for every remaining resident on the Adventurer II cruise ship which has been housing Ukrainian refugees under the government sponsor scheme in King George V dock in Glasgow. The Scottish government contract for the ship ends in 18 days time with Glasgow City Council today confirming that over 130 people, including 20 children, were still living on board the vessel. Out reporter Jaqueline Russell is there now. Jaqueline, what is the mood this morning with those you have been speaking to on board the cruise ship?”
Daniel stared at the screen as the reporter stood at the bottom of the gangway with a couple he recognised from the night before’s meeting. Noticing immediately that the female was pregnant he knew right away that Ellen would know exactly who it was. Shaking with nerves wondering if they might mention his name, or Ellen’s, or even criticise the whole project, he stood frozen to the spot listening intently. Thankfully the couple were diplomatic dwelling more on the fact that they were happy to be getting a home before their baby was born, though the male did flinch when the reporter commented how far away Dundee was. He hadn’t dwelt on that fact in his presentation at all, trying desperately to show the positives and not put everyone off too soon. Would he now be hounded by the couple, and indeed a lot more people too as word spread, on his arrival?
Gathering his things together and swallowing the remains of his coffee he felt he really had to work on the ship today to support Ellen and those on board. Never one to shrink from responsibility, and anxious to see how Ellen was coping with the media frenzy, he rushed out to his garage without even doing one last pee.
The car park was buzzing with activity as Daniel parked as close as possible to the cruise ship, removed his council employee parking badge from his dashboard, took his council lanyard off and slipped it in his pocket, and then waited for the gantry to get busier before slipping up and into the ship without any of the awaiting reporters catching him. Inside he put his lanyard back on, signed in and walked to the area where he’d been working with Ellen all afternoon the day before. It was early, not quite 8am yet, but the atmosphere on board was already a real mix of excitement, anxiety and shock. Looking everywhere for any sign of Ellen he finally spotted her in the canteen eating toast and drinking tea sitting beside Mykhaila. As he walked quickly around the chairs and tables and people everywhere he noticed Ellen spot him and smile.
“I wasn’t expecting you so early this morning. Mykhaila, you met my friend Daniel yesterday at the meeting. Do you mind if he joins us?”
Mykhaila looked tired and worried but she smiled at Daniel nevertheless.
“I had to get here right away. Have you had the news on? It’s like a circus out there. I was worried about you.”
Ellen laughed, though Daniel sensed some nervousness still.
“Oh we’re fine aren’t we Mykhaila? Though we were just deciding if Mykhaila should have a wee day off school today or not. Mum isn’t feeling too good today and Mykhaila didn’t sleep very well last night and isn’t feeling like eating this morning. With everything going on here it’s a lot to cope with too. She called me about 7 o’clock and I came right away. I think Tetyana and Dmitro are speaking with the BBC just now, Taras and Vladislav are working with Sky and I think either Marselina or Teona are doing ITN. I told them to feel free to say whatever they wanted, good or bad. There’s more interpreters coming too apparently. The stations are paying don’t worry. It’s all a bit crazy but nothing we can’t cope with eh Mykhaila?
Daniel looked around the room at refugees having breakfast as normal and kids chasing each other despite parents objecting. Huddles of people were talking all around and the noise of coffee machines, chatter, cups clanging and trolleys of trays being transported was overwhelming even for him. Looking from Ellen, who looked incredibly calm and serene, and as stunning and bright as ever, to the pale anxious little girl he smiled down at the child and placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly.
“I think Ellen here has this all under control. In fact I think she’s some sort of angel in disguise. Do you think she’d come and help me too if I called her when I needed help?”
The blond haired girl seemed to nod a little at that as she looked up at Daniel with the hint of a smile as he reached down and stole a slice of Ellen’s toast.
“You’re naughty! You should get your own breakfast!”
“Oh but I don’t know where to get it. I’ve never been here for breakfast before.”
Mykhaila brighten up, tapping Daniel on the arm.
“I can show you if you want. It’s this way.”
Daniel let the child lead him as he looked back at Ellen and winked. Hopefully the girl might take some food for herself too so she could go to school as usual. Daniel had way too much to do today to have Ellen distracted by babysitting even if he did feel incredibly sorry for the child. |
Ellen’s early start
Tired, but glad to finally be home, Ellen ran herself a bubble bath enjoying the warmth and comfort of water around her. Deciding to leave her empty tea mug downstairs and wash up in the morning she climbed out the bath, went downstairs for a glass of water and took it up to bed with her. Picking up her mobile phone to charge it upstairs she noticed she still had do not disturb on so switched it off as she plugged it in hoping she hadn’t missed anything too important since the meeting.
Wrapped in a warm cosy duvet she drifted to sleep quickly thinking of Daniel and hoping she’d see him more the next day. Waking once for water during the night she sat up quickly at 6:58am hearing her mobile ringing. Still half asleep she reached over to answer it surprised to hear it was young Mykhaila from the cruise ship. Worried her mum had perhaps been taken to hospital suddenly Ellen began dressing herself even while the child talked. Reassuring the little girl that she’d come to the ship right away she ended the call, ran to the loo, washed her hands and splashed her face then ran downstairs with her phone in hand to brush her hair and grab a glass of fresh orange juice from the fridge.
By 7:30 she was on the ship and walking towards the cabin that Mykhaila and her mum shared. Knocking quietly she found the girl lying beside her mum dabbing her head with a cold cloth. Talking to her mum through Mykhaila Ellen was reassured that she was ok to be left as she helped the girl find some clean school uniform and have a wash. Fetching some water so Mrs Kravchenco could take her medication she felt happier seeing the pale woman sitting up and talking. Suggesting she take Mykhaila to the canteen for breakfast the mum nodded as her daughter translated for her. Walking to the canteen Mykhaila told Ellen how she hadn’t slept and didn’t want to go to school as Ellen worried that the meeting yesterday might have been a little too much for both of them to cope with.
Walking back into the public areas Ellen was met by crowds of people obviously from various news channels trying to get onto the ship. Security and reception staff were doing a stellar job of preventing them having access as Ellen told Mykhaila to wait as she went over to see if she could help. Immediately remembering about the press release she looked around the cruise ship for anyone who might be willing to talk to the media. Seeing Taras and Vladislav heading for breakfast she quickly asked them how they would feel about being on TV as she looked over to check Mykhaila was still ok. Asking the men to wait she then spotted Tetyana and Dmitro, a young married couple expecting their first child, as she asked them the same question. They too agreed as she grabbed Marselina and Teona as they were about to head out with take away coffees. Both students she hoped the TV channels might even offer then cash for their time as the young woman hesitantly agreed to help too. Taking all six to reception Ellen left the reporters as she heard them heading back out, delighted to have people to interview. Taking Mykhaila’s hand she smiled at her as they headed once again towards the canteen.
Mykhaila refused breakfast so Ellen opted for some toast and tea for herself as she found a quiet table to sit with the child. They were just talking about wether Mykhaila felt ok for school when Ellen spotted Daniel arriving, much earlier than she expected to see him. Her heart fluttered on seeing his bright eyes and handsome features as they chatted briefly before he cheekily pinched some of her toast. Ellen had to hold back a chuckle as her young friend chastised Daniel, though when Daniel somehow managed to get her to take him to get food she was glad of the chance to check her phone as messages and emails beeped constantly.
Before she knew it Daniel was back with not just toast but a warm croissant plus a mug of coffee and some apple juice. Sitting down beside her with Mykhaila opposite Daniel slid the croissant and juice towards Mykhaila as he sipped at his coffee and bit into his toast. Feeling cheeky herself Ellen nudged Daniel playfully then stole some of his toast giggling like a child.
“It’s only fair isn’t it Mykhaila? After all he took some of mine.”
The girl smiled up at Ellen as she ate her breakfast and sipped at her juice as Ellen turned as a female approached them. It was Myroslava, all dressed in her cleaning uniform, with Katrya, her daughter beside her.
“Morning Mykhaila. Are you excited about the trip today? Katrya has been talking about it all morning.”
Ellen looked at the girl opposite her watching to see what she said. When she didn’t reply Ellen felt she should say something.
“You didn’t mention that Mykhaila. That’s exciting. Where are you going?”
Katrya was bouncing with excitement as she announced eagerly that the whole school was going to the science centre as her mum took her hand to guide her along as she smiled back at Mykhaila.
“I’ll get you at the usual place at 8:40. See you soon!”
As they left Ellen reached out for Mykhaila’s hand as she reached for her carton of apple juice.
“Don’t worry about your mum sweetie. How about I check on her every few hours and text you updates? How does that sound? The science centre is amazing! I wish it was me going. I’ll be here still when you get back. I can’t wait to hear all about it and I bet your mum can’t either. Once you’ve finished we’ll get your coat and bag eh. I don’t want you missing a trip.”
Ellen was glad to see Mykhaila leave with Myroslava, knowing this was something she did every day as normal. Peeking in to check her mum was ok and not needing a doctor she returned to her work area where Daniel was flicking between different online news sites reading all about the very thing he was working on. Ellen sneaked up to him putting her hands on the back of his shoulders and squeezing them affectionately. Still mindful that she didn’t want anyone distracted from helping the refugees by their relationship she also couldn’t help touching Daniel or smiling at him whenever the opportunity arose.
They had so much work to be doing and so many things demanding their attention but working together so closely it was impossible to ignore the obvious spark and lust between them as they relaxed more and more in each others company as each hour passed. |
So much work!
Mykhaila did indeed eat something and, with a little persuasion on Ellen’s part, even happily went to school with one of the other mum’s from the ship.
Extremely curious how the media were portraying things Daniel went straight online as soon as Mykhaila left, reading everything he could find on the biggest news story of the day. There were quotes from the First Minister, the local MP for the area, a statement from Glasgow City Council, which Daniel knew had come from his boss Archie Waters, and interviews from some of the current or past residents of the ship. By and large Daniel felt satisfied that the tone of most of the coverage was fair and favourable as he hoped this might influence the residents on board to sign the contracts, though in truth they had few other options.
Getting back to focussing on work he couldn’t help but get excited when Ellen read out some emails detailing so many ways organisations were coming on board to help, from sourcing furniture, clothing and other household goods and appliances, to volunteering their time and skills, to the local primary in Dundee contacting them offering transition days for any new children. Watching Ellen read to him Daniel couldn’t help but feel a wave of thankfulness and warmth for her combined with so much pride that despite her initial, very vocal at times, reservations less than a week ago she was now not only embracing but outright supporting the project with her influence and infectious personality proving invaluable in so many ways.
Time seemed to pass so much quicker working beside Ellen despite her slipping away often to check on Mykhaila’s mum as promised and texting her updates. Going back to their initial spreadsheet made hurriedly in the car in Dundee Daniel expanded it on the screen as Ellen imputed her knowledge of each case as they went on to form a massive to do list that they could hopefully delegate out in part to others. Deciding quickly that getting everyone who offered help together would make things more efficient and productive they hurriedly arranged an urgent meeting for first thing the following morning, deciding that even if they couldn’t find a room to meet in they would just gather informally in the canteen.
Still working at 1pm Ellen offered to get them both something from the restaurant on board for lunch as Daniel nodded gratefully while answering yet another email. Having a working lunch was normal for Daniel as he sipped his coffee and took occasional bites of a roll while typing things up. Ellen was now back beside him too as she added yet another column to the spreadsheet on his laptop as she tentatively put floors she felt might work for each family or person in Tulloch Court. Pausing at Diana and Mykhaila Kravchencos names Ellen turned to Daniel beside her.
“Can you add sourcing a wheelchair to your list. I’m thinking the way Mrs Kravchenco is today it might be easier if we have a wheelchair for her. I’m sure I had an email somewhere about a contact in the NHS if we needed them. Actually I think I’ll look for that now and see if they can come tomorrow morning. There’s a few complex medical needs we could do with supporting and they might be able to help with a wheelchair too.”
Daniel nodded as he continued sorting out papers and making more notes. Ellen took a quick break soon after to get them more tea and coffee and to check in on Mrs Kravchenco as she returning smiling handing Daniel a mug of steaming coffee.
“Mykhaila will be happy when she gets this text. Her mum has managed to get up and dressed and even had something to eat. She looked a bit brighter too and Yeva said she’d pop in and check her later for me. We’ve just got so much to do!”
By mid afternoon Daniel could feel his brain overloading as he also felt an increasing need to pee. Working so closely to Ellen wasn’t helping much either as every time their bodies touched he felt such a lust and desire to abandon work and explore Ellen’s curvy body urgently. Looking at Ellen, who had her head resting on her hand with her elbow on the table, he sensed she could do with a break too. Running his fingers through her thick silky hair without even checking if anyone saw he let his finger tips tickle the back of her neck as Ellen turned smiling, though her forehead seemed tense.
“Is there somewhere we could get some air for a bit? Not outside in the car park though as I definitely don’t fancy being hounded by TV journalists right now. My head feels like it’s being fried and I think a breath of air might help.”
He leaned closer to Ellen’s face, longing to kiss her but having just enough self control not to.
“Plus I’ve been desperate to kiss you since I got here. We can spare five minutes can’t we?”
Ellen’s cheeks reddened and her eyes sparkled as she slid her hand close to Daniel’s brushing his fingers lightly but not quite taking his hand. Closing his laptop and putting away the papers he followed Ellen as she walked towards the lifts. Walking into an empty lift Daniel waited until the doors closed before pulling Ellen into his arms and kissing her deeply. Ellen’s mouth responded quickly though her body seemed tense and restless. Coming out at the 7th floor on the very top deck Daniel was delighted to see no one else around as he kept his arm around Ellen as they walked out. Exposed and open the top deck was cooler, breezier and rather romantic feeling as Ellen guided Daniel around a closed off swimming pool to some metal seats where they sat down side by side with Daniel’s arm around Ellen.
“Wow it’s amazing up here. I didn’t even know this bit existed. I bet it’s even better out at sea looking up at the stars.”
“I’m sure it is though I’d forgotten it was much windier up here. Actually Daniel I can’t stay up here long. I meant to go to the loo earlier when I last checked on Mykhaila’s mum but then I met Yeva and it slipped my mind. The cold air here isn’t helping either.”
“You really shouldn’t say things like that Ellen when I’ve been gagging for you all day. I’m sure young Mykhaila has already guessed we like each other. Do we really have to keep our feelings secret until this cruise leaves? It’s so hard to not kiss you sometimes, especially when you’re all fidgety like that.”
“Oh believe me I’m struggling too. Every time your arm or elbow touches me or you even just look at me I want you so badly. I have to keep reminding myself we have so much work to do. And I’m sorry about the fidgeting. I just need the loo more than I thought I did before thinking of bringing you up here. I still can’t get over you never going all day at work. We’ve been drinking tea and coffee all day and I’m ready to burst here but you’re as cool as a cucumber.”
“Don’t believe everything you see Ellen. I kept losing concentration down stairs because I’ve been wanting to piss quite a while now. It’s only eased a bit because I’m alone with you at last and getting hard thinking about you. If it wasn’t quite as breezy up here I’d be stripping you right this minute. You look and smell so beautiful.”
Daniel rubbed his hand gently down Ellen’s leg.
“And I’m loving these calf length leggings you’ve been wearing lately. Seeing a bit of your gorgeous legs only makes me pine for more though.”
Ellen shuddered at the touch of Daniel’s warm hand on her bare skin at her ankles and shins as Daniel let his hand run back up Ellen’s leg suggestively as he came up her inside leg this time getting closer and closer to her crotch.
“You ok honey? You seem very squirmy?”
Ellen wriggled on the cold metal seat her legs fanning in and out at the knees as her top teeth bit her lower lip.
“Are you really bursting my darling?”
Eleven nodded as Daniel let his hand push against Ellen’s crotch over her legging as she squeezed his hand every time her legs fanned in. He would have settled for a long hug and some sexy kissing but this was so much better than even expected and the spontaneity of it made it even better again. |
Ellen struggles with distractions
The morning seemed to zoom by for Ellen in a blur of checking in on Mykhaila’s mum, working beside Daniel and answering the constant flow of emails. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the amount of people wanting to get involved she was glad when Daniel agreed to an early morning meeting first thing the following day to get everything organised and delegated. Constantly adding to the ever growing to do list Ellen kept them both going by ferrying tea and coffee from the canteen. Working through lunch with yet more hot drinks and a warm filled roll each Ellen was starting to think they were never going to be organised in time for the ship’s departure.
Needing a break from the computer screen a few hours later Ellen decided to do another quick check on Mrs Kravchenco. Standing up from the chair she realised, quite suddenly, that she had a strong need to wee. She was just heading towards the nearest loo when she bumped into Yeva, a lovely worker from the Red Cross who was another regular on the ship. Guessing Ellen had just come from the Kravencho cabin she asked kindly after Diana before offering to pop in and check on her later for Ellen. Grateful for the help Ellen turned to head back to Daniel, only realising on her return that she’d completely forgotten about going to the loo! Not wanting to rush away from Daniel yet again she decided to wait for a bit before excusing herself to go if she got to the point it was too urgent to wait any longer.
Engrossed in a document that had been sent to Daniel which he’d forwarded on Ellen rested her head on her hand while reading, her legs crossed tightly at her ankles. Struggling to focus, and finding herself rereading the same paragraph over and over, she was overjoyed when Daniel suggested they take a break and get some air. Thinking immediately about her favourite ‘thinking spot’, where she often disappeared to when needing time alone, she headed straight to the lifts with Daniel right behind her. Alone in the lift Ellen’s emotions and hormones soared as Daniel held her tight and kissed her hungrily. Feeling his hand on the back of her neck sent shivers right through her as she leant into his body and breathed in his erotic scent. With thoughts of her bladder long forgotten in the excitement of kissing Daniel it came as a rude interruption when they stepped out into the high open deck with the cool breeze blowing on the bare lower part of her leg as her body suddenly reminded her starkly of its rather urgent need.
At least wanting to show Daniel her favourite place in the huge upper deck she held his hand and pulled him past the closed off open air swimming pool and to some metal seating right at the back of the ship. Looking out across the Clyde Ellen imagined being out at sea in summer with the sun shining on her face or the stars twinkling above her, though sitting on the cold seat only made her need to wee much worse as she automatically wriggled and fidgeted finally confessing to Daniel why she was so antsy.
Daniel clearly had other ideas though as he ran his hand from her hips to her ankle making her skin tickle before slowly running his hand back up the inside of her leg. It was the sexiest distraction Ellen could ever imagine as she fanned her legs in and out at her knees trying to think of anything other than her urgent need to wee. Despite starting to feel frisky with all that Daniel was doing, his hand now firmly pushing at her crotch as her legs fanned in and out, Ellen’s bladder was very much insistent in its constant reminders of requiring to be emptied. Daniel, though, was every bit as persistent too as he moved his fingers back and forth pressing the palm of his hand against her now pulsating vagina all while sucking at her neck like she was deliciously edible.
Hating her body for it’s incessant need to wee in a very inconvenient time and place Ellen did everything in her power to ignore it’s tingling and urges as she squirmed and wriggled hard against Daniel’s hand. Forcing herself to stay where she was despite her mind yelling at her to go to the loo she used her hand to rub Daniel’s very obvious swelling as she thoroughly enjoyed hearing his sweet pleasurable moans in her ear as he paused between sucks. Daniel didn’t get the message from her brain though as he stopped sucking in order to speak.
“How bad is it honey?”
“Mmmm. What do you mean?”
“How bad is your need to pee? From the way you are moving on my hand it sure seems like you want to go very badly?”
“Oh that? You’re just exciting me that’s all.”
“Really? Even with all that tea you’ve been drinking?”
“I’m a professional Daniel. It’s not like it’s draughty up here and I haven’t been since really early this morning, or that I’m sitting on a freezing metal chair or anything. I’m fine. Of course I am.”
“So you wouldn’t object if I say…removed my hand like this at all?”
Daniel suddenly pulled his hand away whilst winking suggestively at Ellen. With nothing to push against Ellen immediately crossed her legs very tightly to prevent her body leaking as she slid her own hand in between her legs urgently.
“Nope. That didn’t affect me at all. Not one bit.”
“Yes. Yes I can see that.”
Now standing watching her avidly Daniel had one hand in his pocket as he teased Ellen more with his words.
“I mean if it’s not really that bad then surely you could…you know…open those gorgeous legs of yours?”
Ellen looked up at Daniel her eyes a curious mix of fun and determination as she nodded then uncrossed her legs and opened them as wide as she could, immediately pressing both hands palm down firmly on the seat between her legs as she tensed and pushed back into the cold metal seat as much as her large bottom allowed.
“I can do that. See. No bother at all.”
“Oh that’s good to know. And what about if I suggested standing up with say your hands out to your side? I’m sure a professional lady of your standing could do that no problem at all. I think you should prove that to me, don’t you?”
Ellen looked up at Daniel wriggling her bottom trying to work out how far he might take this. They had hours of work to do downstairs and as much as this was great fun she was seriously doubting how much longer she could keep her bladder at bay. Deciding this would be the last game she tensed every muscle she could and quickly moved her hands from the seat so her arms were outstretched to the side before pressing them back on the seat and twisting her body. Dying to wee by now she was about to call quits on the fun when Daniel chuckled a little. His laughter was spell binding making Ellen feel flushed and moist as his voice made her smile from the inside out.
“That’s the strangest standing I think I have ever seen. Full marks for trying though.”
Something inside Ellen rose up, a foolish determination to prove herself, to accept the challenge even though her body was demanding she couldn’t. Rising from the cold seat she stood up straight with both arms out to her side facing Daniel as he suddenly stepped towards her and pulled her cropped leggings and pants down a little. Gasping and shaking both in urgent desperation and in shock Ellen shivered as the cold air circulated around her upper legs and thighs. With his head now right in front of hers Daniel whispered erotically in her ear.
“Lean on me to balance while you crouch and go baby. Please. For me.”
Ellen bent down on her knees, gripping Daniel around his waist to balance, as she prayed that he’d pulled her leggings and pants down far enough to avoid getting them soaked. Not even having a fraction of a second to be able to check she felt the thick drip of warm urine that had been precariously blocking her urethra from bursting fall as a torrent of wee cascaded behind it from her vagina onto the ground as it formed a large puddle all around Daniel’s expensive immaculate black shoes. As Daniel ran his fingers through her thick hair and spoke into her ear Ellen finally allowed her body to fully relax as her bladder dumped its entire contents onto the deck of the cruise ship not caring where it ran to or splashed.
“You’re such a good girl Ellen. Keeping all that inside for so long. Such a beautiful sexy girl doing this for me. I think I shall reward you later my honey. Goodness you must have needed that my lovely. You must have been so desperate to go. Absolutely bursting I would say. That’s it. Let it all out. Daniel doesn’t mind. Daniel doesn’t mind one bit that you are peeing all over his socks and shoes. You can’t help it now can you my darling. You sure you’re not peeing for Scotland there? You’ll be competing with the Clyde if you don’t stop soon!”
Ellen stared at the massive running puddle she’d formed as she pulled her clothes back up and smiled at Daniel.
“Oops. Maybe I did need to go just a little bit.” |
Before leaving the top deck
It had all been rather spontaneous, sudden, but also incredibly sexy, when Ellen sat in front of him in the open top deck fidgeting and squirming in obvious need. Daniel hadn’t planned on anything more than light teasing but when Ellen played along willingly, even denying what was blatantly obvious, the rush of adrenaline and testosterone that surged through him made him want so much more. This was more than he ever dreamt possible as a beautiful, professional, fuller, curvy lady he fancied like crazy teased him sexually just by her movements and words alone. Thinking of the many mugs of tea he’d watched Ellen drink while working with him, knowing she hadn’t been to the loo most likely since arriving early on the ship to help Mykhaila, was almost too much for Daniel as his long hard penis jerked inside his suit trousers and his eyes felt like they might explode in lust.
Yet the practicalities were just as obvious: the ground was hard and damp beneath them, the seats were cold, fixed to the floor and had hard metal arms jutting out, and the threatening clouds above might make the heavens open at any moment. Containing himself just enough as Ellen determinedly stated she could hold her arms out to her side while standing up Daniel knew if Ellen didn’t pee in the next minute his penis might just explode in his underwear. Grabbing Ellen around the waist he hitched her leggings and underpants down forcing himself to look away as his hormones struggled yet again. Whispering to Ellen telling her to hold him while she squatted and peed Daniel closed his eyes fighting against the pressure to cum as the sound of Ellen’s urine hitting the ground made him moan longingly.
Whispering to Ellen exactly the thoughts in his head he felt his body throbbing in need as Ellen continued releasing as he could feel his ankles warming as he guessed pee was splashing on his shoes and socks. Incredibly, as Ellen finally finished and steadied herself to stand again, Daniel realised that he hadn’t actually cum, though he was very very close. Helping Ellen pull up her clothing again he pulled her hair aside to kiss her neck fondly just as Ellen entwined her fingers in his.
“We should really get back to work. There’s probably people looking for us and it’ll only raise suspicions if we can’t be found.”
Ellen moved back towards the closed pool pulling Daniel along with her. They hadn’t even reached the lifts when Daniel stopped, making Ellen suddenly stop too.
“What?”
“It’s just…”
“Spit it out Daniel. What’s up?”
“It’s quieter here. Just us. And..”
“And what?”
“And….can you wait here for me a few minutes. I’ll not be long.”
Daniel let go of Ellen’s hand, watching as she kept her fingers out towards him as if longing for him still. Daniel quickly turned around and almost ran back past the length of the closed pool, around the front of it where they had just been, and towards the other corner checking all around to make sure he couldn’t be seen. Shaking with anxiety, combined with a sharp urgent need to piss, he stood close to the pool edge with his legs apart trying to settle his fast heart rate and relax as he unzipped his suit trousers and fished out his dick. Waiting that crucial second for the hose to turn on he very nearly jumped overboard in fright when he heard Ellen’s puffed out voice behind him.
“You know you could have just said you needed a wee!”
Turning around automatically, his penis still in his hand, Daniel lowered his eye gaze to Ellen’s feet like a dog having been caught chewing something it shouldn’t have. Trying to laugh off the embarrassment Daniel muttered half to Ellen and half to himself.
“I seem to remember you denying you had to go just a matter of minutes ago.”
Ellen laughed, then took a step closer to Daniel who stood there like a little lost child with his head down, his penis half limp in his hand tingling with need and his face feeling hotter than ever. Dying to release but struggling to switch the switch on to start he half turned back to hide himself even though deep down he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of. Standing there knowing Ellen was right behind him wasn’t helping matters as Daniel tried valiantly to start pissing, the need incredibly strong and beginning to sting a little. Angry at his body for not being able to just relax he could feel the frustration building as he sensed Ellen still watching. Wondering if he should just give up and try finding a quiet toilet, perhaps even the one they used yesterday near the theatre, Daniel was about to tuck his dick away when he felt Ellen touch his free hand. Now standing right beside him he naturally leant his head down so his forehead met with Ellen’s.
“God I hate my bladder sometimes. I’m so bursting but it’s just refusing to come out. A minute ago by the lifts I honestly thought I was gonna piss myself too. Can we just go to that loo by the theatre and I’ll try going there?”
Letting his dick go so he could open his trousers to tuck himself away Daniel shuddered as he felt something brush against his tender sensitive penis. Naturally going to touch his penis again he realised quickly that Ellen had her hand gently over it preventing him putting it in his trousers.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your penis? It’s so warm and soft and kissable. You don’t mind me doing this do you?”
Daniel didn’t mind one bit, well other than the fact he didn’t want to pee all over Ellen. He could feel blood rushing to his tingling dick though in reality he knew his need to pee was dominating more than anything else as he bent forward slightly rubbing his aching bladder with his hand. Shaking his head to reassure Ellen that he didn’t mind he wanted to cry a little with the pressure from his bladder. Ellen must have noticed as she looked at him concerned, still holding his penis gently.
“When did you last go?”
“At home this morning. I don’t usually need to go this bad. I never go at work but the amount of coffee I’ve had today has been insane. I just need to fucking piss so bad!
“Right. Then we’re staying right here until you go. So how do you like to stand? Facing the wall like you were?”
Daniel turned his body as Ellen turned hers, still holding his aching member in her hand.
“Try and relax. Take deep breaths. Imagine you’re in the shower with warm running water tickling your naked body. Imagine you’re standing at a water fall with its burbling cascading flow rippling down before your eyes. Imagine you are looking at a large beautiful garden with sprinklers swishing and swirling and splashing cool clear water all around making everywhere wet and watery. Now imagining your car is getting washed and you are holding a long thick powerful garden hose. The outside tap is turned up full and you can feel the water powerfully oozing through the tubing as it bursts out loudly and suddenly as you have to steady yourself to hold the pressure back…it spurts…that’s it…then spurts again…just like that…you think there’s a problem but there isn’t. It’s just like an air blockage or something so you move ever so slightly before…whoosh…yes! Exactly like this Daniel. Water your car baby. Soak those flowers. Make that amazing waterfall. Keep it coming honey. Get it all out. It feels exquisite doesn’t it.”
Daniel took a big relaxing breath in and out as he listened blissfully to his own piss running down the outside of the pool feeling the sweetest touch of Ellen Hemmingdale’s hand on his sensitive peeing dick. He had so much to reward this lady for now. She deserved so much and he couldn’t wait to show her just how much he appreciated and liked her. Perhaps she might even be willing to come home with him tonight. He so hoped she would.
God he wanted to fuck her so badly as he felt his penis responding to his thoughts in it’s familiar way even as it dribbled out the last of the contents of his bladder at last. |
Daniel’s offer to Ellen
Dressed again and feeling greatly relieved Ellen was now anxious to get back to work thinking of Mykhaila returning from school, the many others who might be looking for her or Daniel, plus the ridiculously long to do list they had to work through. Pulling Daniel towards the lifts he seemed slow, reluctant, stressed even. When he suddenly rushed off away she knew she had to follow him right away. It was out of character to see Daniel like that and Ellen was concerned. With the deck empty other than them Ellen found Daniel right around the other side of the huge ship easily, his feet spread apart and his body facing the outside of the closed swimming pool. Recognising the stance immediately she now understood why he’d been so hesitant to go back downstairs.
Feeling like she needed to let him know she was there she matter of factly commented that he could have just said he had to wee. She hadn’t meant to startle him but seeing him turn around like a frightened deer with his penis in his hand she had to admit he looked incredibly sexy. Obviously embarrassed he remarked something that instantly made her laugh, something Daniel seemed to be able to do so easily these days as she felt more relaxed than ever in his company.
Realising that he was struggling to get his let down reflex to kick in she stared openly at his gorgeous cock as she felt it was now or never. As Daniel went to tuck himself away she moved swiftly putting her hand in the way to prevent him as she revelled in the delight of holding his warm slippery penis in her hand. Holding it tightly it began growing and swelling almost instantly as Ellen stroked it lightly with her thumb knowing Daniel was desperately wanting to pee. For her this was a dream come true, a long held fantasy, a longing finally getting fulfilled as she encouraged Daniel to return to standing facing the swimming pool wall as she aimed his half erect smooth penis towards it.
Still struggling to go Ellen described in detail every water related scene she could think of until finally feeling a jut and shudder in Daniel’s penis as a pulse zoomed along it under pressure and warm, almost clear, liquid splashed out as she adjusted the aim accordingly. Watching the wall darken and run with urine Ellen was giddy with excitement and desire as Daniel’s body released a huge torrent of warm liquid guided by her own hard. As the stream finally slowed to a trickle and then dribbles she shook it gently then pulled Daniel’s foreskin back running her thumb across the smooth tip to ensure that all his wee was out. Feeling the shaft thicken and lengthen even more Ellen stroked it a few more times before gently attempting to tuck it back into Daniel’s suit trousers, though that was much harder than she expected. As Daniel helped her and kissed her lightly on her forehead they both began walking back towards the lifts hand in hand.
Back downstairs Ellen returned to work as if nothing had happened as Daniel walked off only to return with two cartons of juice. Smiling he handed one to Ellen.
“Mykhaila showed me where these were this morning. I thought you might be thirsty. I know I am. “
From then on in they barely had so much as a chance to speak as Mykhaila came home from school full of news of her trip, Celine needed to talk to her urgently about some things and Daniel’s mobile seemed to ring so often Ellen thought she’d hear the ringtone in her sleep! As some of the charity and government workers began leaving at the end of their working day, and residents began filling the restaurant yet again for their tea, Ellen looked at her to do list and wanted to scream. They had barely made a dent in it and they still hadn’t prepared for the meeting the next morning. Knowing she’d either have to work on for hours on the ship risking being interrupted by refugees asking questions or wanting to chat or she’d have to work late alone at home she sighed quietly. She preferred the company of the ship but knowing that realistically she would get much more accomplished at home without interruptions she tidied up her desk area as best she could and looked around for Daniel to let him know her plans.
She’d just slipped her iPad into her bag when Daniel appeared looking as harassed as she felt.
“That was Keith on the phone. He really wants to be at the meeting in the morning. He suggested we even make it an open meeting for all those concerned. I said that it was more about working out who was doing what and ensuring everything was covered and there wasn’t any duplication or wasted time. He thinks we need to involve the clients more, let them have autonomy over their own well-being and all that crap. I mean it sounds good on paper, and I am not against them being involved where possible, but time isn’t on our side Ellen. We’d need translators again which would drag it on longer, then there would be like a billion irrelevant questions that we don’t have time for. Anyway, of course he wants to be there. So what the heck do we do now?”
“Ok. Let’s just take a moment. He’s surely not going to travel all the way here for a 9am meeting is he? Have you got zoom on your laptop? What about he join us virtually? Maybe when he sees just how many people and organisations we are trying to organise here he will understand how much this is for you? He can have his say but if necessary you can mute him if needed. He won’t like it but we could just put it down to technical issues or something, couldn’t we? As for including the residents here. Well between those who work, those in education, those too unwell like Diana, and those who will have other arrangements already made especially given the current circumstances, I think we may as well let anyone who wants to just be there. If someone here can translate fine but if not then it’s too late to get one now. I’m more worried that we haven’t even sorted properly yet what we want organised tomorrow. Between people here needing me this afternoon and your phone we just haven’t had time. I’ll have a think tonight and do what I can. It won’t be anything fancy like your PowerPoint mind you. I’ll email you from home tonight if that’s ok?”
Ellen looked at Daniel as he packed up his laptop and slipped on his suit jacket which he’d hung on his chair earlier. Ellen had absolutely no doubt that if anyone could handle the stress of the current situation it was Daniel Omari: the reliable, hard working, get on with the job, committed man who she admired greatly and fancied like mad. With his hair a little unkept from rushing around and his dark skin glowing with sweat he’d never looked more appealing even in his tired end of the day stressed look.
“Actually Ellen I was wondering…do you want to come to mine…just until we finalise everything for tomorrow’s meeting? It’s obvious we won’t be able to work on in here without interruptions, however well intended, and it will be much quicker than emailing and phoning all evening.”
Ellen had no idea where Daniel lived nor what his living arrangements even were. Until Monday she’d never even been in Daniel’s car and until last week they’d never even corresponded outside of work hours. Yet looking Daniel in the eye and thinking of all they had done together recently she knew what she was about to say before her mouth even uttered a word. Blushing a little with adrenaline and excitement she reached out and rubbed Daniel’s arm affectionately.
“That sounds perfect. Thank you.” |
Daniel welcomes Ellen to his house
As if Ellen holding his penis while he pissed wasn’t enough Daniel felt his head spin as Ellen calmly pulled his foreskin back gently then rubbed the sensitive tip with what he assumed was her thumb. It felt so incredible that it was all he could do to stop himself stripping and making love to Ellen then and there as his penis warmed quickly filling with blood. Of course, Ellen being ever the professional, showing greater self control, and altogether a better person, proceeded to then put his penis back in his trousers! Swallowing and stepping back to steady himself he followed her lead obediently despite everything in him craving much much more.
By the time they were back downstairs, in the busy noisy public area of the ship, Daniel’s hormones were calmer as he switched from lover mode to worker mode almost seamlessly, aided by the ringing of his mobile and people wanting to talk to them both before they’d even sat down. That set the tone for the rest of the day as Daniel struggled to even sit down beside Ellen let alone touch her or smile at her. It was as if fate was keeping them apart for their own safety, though Daniel so longed to be alone with Ellen once again.
Most calls, emails and face to face chats were encouraging, informative or inquisitive. All except the one call from Dundee where Keith now suddenly seemed to change. Going on and on about involving the refugees themselves more rather than doing everything without their input he sounded to Daniel as if he was angry at him, insisting he become more involved and even demanding that he attended the meeting the following morning despite the geographical distance away. Feeling forlorn, stressed, and frustrated Daniel was glad when the call ended, though he dreaded the thought of seeing Keith the next morning.
Updating Ellen Daniel found himself calming quickly as just seeing her seemed to help enormously. Her idea of Keith attending virtually lifted a weight off his shoulders as he felt more in control of things again as he hoped Keith would find this agreeable. Ellen also had another valid point: they were behind with work and far too disorganised for the following day’s meeting. Knowing how much he needed Ellen’s knowledge and connections Daniel worried about them working separately as he found himself calmly asking Ellen if she was willing to come back to his to work.
Shocked, but delighted, that she’d agreed they left the ship together walking down the gantry towards his car. It was already beginning to get dark and drizzling with rain again as Daniel held the passenger door open for Ellen just like he’d done on Monday morning for that fateful trip to Dundee. Glad to see the media had all moved on he drove out the car park listening to Ellen updating him on numerous conversations she’d had since they’d last spoken. It felt so natural having Ellen beside him now, so normal, that he could barely remember what it was like driving alone.
Pulling up the his garage he got out quickly to open the double doors trying his best to not get his favourite grey suit wet. Driving in slowly he parked up and turned the engine off as Ellen quipped laughing,
“So this is where you live then? It’s not what I expected I have to say!”
Daniel couldn’t help but laugh a little too, his nerves making it sound slightly fake. Playing along he joked back.
“You’re not criticising my humble abode are you? Have you seen the price of property in this area of Glasgow? I mean what more could I want? There’s a suitcase to sit on, a bbq over there to cook with, a radio for entertainment and I even have lights, see?”
“Is there an en-suite though?”
“Emmm…there’s a bucket over there if that’s any use?”
Ellen laughed, that hearty full body laugh that Daniel had always adored so much. Visualising Ellen actually using the bucket as a loo he could feel his penis swelling inside his suit. Hooking Ellen’s arm in his he guided her outside, speedily closing the doors, then rehooked his arm and raced to the back door with her. Unlocking the door he pushed it open and held it while Ellen walked it. Leaning over her to turn on the light he brushed his hand on her cheek feeling physically drawn to Ellen so much and excited just at the touch of her skin.
“Ah so you do have a kettle and not just a bbq. I’m impressed.”
“Would you be even more impressed if I told you it works? Fancy a tea before we get to work?”
“You know me Daniel. I never turn down a mug of tea. Your kitchen is beautiful by the way. One of my foster dad’s fitted kitchens for a living. He’d have liked this one. It has that all important triangle formation working perfectly.”
“You’ve lost me?”
“Fridge, sink, cooker. If you have all three in a sort of triangle it makes a kitchen so much more practical. The three most used areas of a kitchen. I only lived with George and Linda for 17 months but I was always listening to George talk about his kitchen fitting. I always dreamt one day I’d have my own house with a nice kitchen.”
Busying himself filling and boiling the kettle Daniel turned to look at Ellen as he spoke to her.
“And now you’ve got that eh.”
“Not really. I live in a one bed private rented tiny maisonette that costs me nearly three quarters of my wages each month and doesn't even have it’s own parking space. The kitchen isn’t much bigger than a walk in wardrobe, it smells of dampness, and the kitchen tap has been leaking ever since I moved in. But this…this is a kitchen. I’m impressed by this.”
Daniel finished making the tea and coffee as he nodded for Ellen to come on into the lounge. He usually preferred working at the kitchen table but tonight he wanted to be more comfortable, to feel Ellen beside him on the sofa, and for things to be a little more…intimate. He was in no rush for Ellen to leave tonight. No rush at all. |
Daniel relaxes with Ellen
Switching the kettle on before Ellen could change her mind Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. He’d never dream of forcing Ellen to do anything but he so desperately hoped she’d stay longer. Now he’d found himself nodding in agreement to taking her back for her car after a mug of tea which he absolutely didn’t want to do at all.
Deciding to just make the most of what time he had now he turned to Ellen, smiling as he handed her her tea. Assuming she’d take it through to sit in the lounge instead she pulled a dining chair out and sat down, still with her anorak on and her bag beside her. Following her lead Daniel pulled the opposite chair out and sat down with his freshly made coffee too. Reaching out to touch Ellen’s wrist as she clasped her mug he gently thanked her for agreeing to stay for tea, keeping his hand on her skin a minute longer than necessary. Ellen smiled back, much to Daniel’s relief as she pulled her mug up to take a sip.
Thinking work was the safest topic at present, and knowing how fond Ellen was of those still on the Adventurer II, Daniel tried initiating conversation again.
“It’s weird to think that in just over two weeks time so many kettles could be getting boiled in Tulloch Court in Dundee. At this very same time some might be tired after getting kids to bed, some perhaps trying to keep themselves awake to study longer and some maybe taking a break from unpacking. Remember that guy we met with his dog when we went the wrong way? Wasn’t he going to watch the towers being demolished? I wonder if he’s found out what the plans are for Tulloch Court yet?”
“He’d have to be living on another planet not to know by now Daniel. What with all the press interest there was today. I can’t believe that was just three days ago we met that man. It feels like weeks ago but just like yesterday all at the same time.”
“I know. A week ago tonight we had that big meeting. Can you believe that was a week ago already? I bet Archie still hasn’t officially emailed you about the plans either! I love my job but working for Archie Waters is like working with a demanding toddler. Never any please and thank you’s, nothing is ever his fault and he needs reminded to do things over and over again. Always has his own agenda too does that man.”
“Patronising arrogant twat!”
Daniel spat his coffee out laughing. That was Ellen Hemmingdale at her finest; calling a spade a spade. Three words and she’d summed up his boss up perfectly!
“What? Well he is! I bet he’s on commission for all this moving to Dundee stuff too. He’s got you doing all his work for him while he pokes his head above the parapet just long enough to look important to the press then he’s off back to his cosy office again. I bet he’s never even set foot on the cruise ship has he?”
“He did once, if I remember right. Back when it first came to the dock. For the press though, as you say. And way before any of the refugees were on board. “Luxurious living standards” I believe he stated at the time. Only because everyone felt sorry for the Ukrainian’s then. Can you imagine him saying something like that about accommodation for our own homeless? He says what he knows people want to hear and to the right people. He knows what he’s doing alright.”
“Sounds like it.”
“I know you thought I was a right prat last week. You know, I honestly thought you already knew about the plans and I was only trying to protect you in that meeting. They set you up and I didn’t want to see you hurt. The only good thing that afternoon was them agreeing to the large resettlement package.”
Daniel took a sip of his warm coffee and was about to carry on talking when Ellen beat him, speaking softly while looking down at the table.
“That and the fact you managed to not wee yourself.”
“Ah yes. That too. Christ I’ve never been so bursting ever as I was that day. If it wasn’t for you whisking me off by my arm and dragging me to the gents I would have humiliated myself right in front of that receptionist for sure.”
“And I wouldn’t be sitting here right now in your kitchen with you drinking tea.”
Daniel paused to drink some more coffee and think. Ellen had a point there. Had he not been so utterly desperate to piss then he’d never have left the meeting, Ellen would never have left to help him, he’d never have phoned her that night to apologise and explain things and he’d never have invited her to Dundee to see the tower block.
“I can’t believe I am actually saying this because I was raised to never ever mention needing the bathroom. Even to this day it’s a totally taboo subject to my mother by the way. But I’ve never been so thankful for the fact I was about to piss myself in my entire life. Being with you these last few days has been the best thing to happen to me ever. I actually wake up excited at the thought of seeing you, working with you, just being with you.”
“Have you just told me you wake up with a hard on?”
Daniel spat his coffee out laughing loudly, partly from embarrassment but mostly from the way Ellen just came out with things so bluntly and directly. Looking up at Ellen she was laughing raucously too as she wriggled awkwardly on the chair.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself Daniel. You were being so sweet too and then I have to go ruin it with that. I need to calm down though before I wee myself here.”
Daniel might have just admitted, in a round about way, that he woke up hard thinking of Ellen but at least she wasn’t with him then. Now hearing Ellen casually comment as she just did he could feel his penis harden and grow quickly once again, only this time Ellen was right opposite him and within touching, and kissing, distance too. Feeling his face redden he looked down at his almost empty coffee cup knowing if he looked at Ellen at all he’d yearn for her even more. Muttering quietly unsure if he wanted Ellen to hear or not his mouth spoke exactly what was in his head.
“It’s not just when I wake up that I’m hard for you Ellen. When you tell me something like that I desire you so bloody much I could explode.”
Seeing her mug lift off the table then be placed back down sounding empty Daniel wasn’t quite sure what Ellen would say or do next. |
Ellen’s decision
Wary of getting too comfortable Ellen pulled one of Daniel’s leather dining chairs out again and sat down, keeping her coat on and her bag nearby. One mug of tea and she’d be on her way home again for sure.
That was until Daniel’s warm hand touched hers again, sweetly, almost apologetically, as he thanked her for staying. Regardless how guarded she felt, how confused about Daniel’s behaviour she was at times, feeling his skin touching hers sent prickles right through her body. Trying not to show the effect he had on her Ellen kept her eyes more on her mug of tea and the table rather than on Daniel, acutely aware that looking at him would only heighten her body’s desire. Now Daniel was back to being more relaxed, chatting happily about work, Ellen could sense her invisible walls of protection lowering once again as Daniel’s voice, his welcome scent and even his laugh made her long to be with him and never leave his side.
As her body relaxed with each sip of her tea she found herself showing her real character full of sarcasm, wit and honest truth, which Daniel responded to affectionately and humorously as time seemed to stand still as they chatted freely and easily once again. Both drinking as they spoke Ellen was getting more and more aware with every sip she took that her body was protesting at yet more liquid as an all too familiar pressure built quickly and strongly. The tingling felt pleasurable and the heightened sensations very enjoyable as she looked more at Daniel now as they laughed and chatted easily. As he reminisced about their trip, just a matter of days ago to Dundee, Ellen’s body and mind responded to the pleasant memories as she felt her body warming quickly.
Somehow, without any effort, the conversation moved swiftly from work memories to compliments to teasing as Ellen sensed Daniel was every bit as eager suddenly as she was. All it took though was another private joke and Ellen felt her body abruptly nagging her about its growing need as she wriggled in laugher yet again. Jesting with Daniel that any more laughter might result in her weeing herself she couldn’t help but notice the spark in his eyes and the glint of his smile as she put her empty mug down on the table.
There was no subtlety any more now as Daniel admitted openly and almost crudely that he was ready and willing as Ellen crossed her legs at her ankles and leant forward on the chair trying to calm her overly keen urethra from leaking. Now faced with either allowing their bodies to precede with what they both clearly wanted or ignoring it completely and insisting Daniel took her back for her car Ellen stood up while she thought of what she wanted most. They had both had a very long day at work and tomorrow they had another important meeting first thing. The sensible thing to do would be to go back home to her own bed to be ready and fresh for work the next day. That was definitely the professional, sensible, mature thing to do.
But now standing up the sheer weight of her bladder and its relentless pressure was making even standing still impossible as Ellen found herself moving around from foot to foot anxiously trying to think. Glancing at the back door which lead to Daniel’s garage and car Ellen then turned back to Daniel who was still sitting watching her avidly. Looking down at him, which wasn’t something she experienced often due to his height, she could see the very obvious bulge in his crotch as he parted his legs as if trying to show it to her more. Ever since Daniel’s last comment about desiring her so much when she had to wee Ellen felt just a little self conscious as their conversation seemed to end with words but continue just by their body language.
Now doing a very obvious pee dance still with her anorak on Ellen struggled to make a decision one way or another, her mind so occupied with holding her bladder that she struggled to think clearly. Looking once again in the direction of the door she bit her lip whilst holding the back of the dining chair and bouncing around. Interrupted by Daniel’s voice Ellen turned back to look him in the eye yet again.
“I’ll take you to your car if that’s what you want. You do look rather desperate there though, if you don’t mind me saying so. The cold air when you open that door certainly won’t help either I imagine. Then there’s the time it’ll take me to open my garage and get my car out and then close the garage again. At this time of night I’d really have to lock it too. Can’t take any chances really. Then you’ll still have the drive to the port and then driving your own car home. That’s quite a wait altogether don’t you think? Those are such lovely leggings you have on too. I’d hate to see them ruined by an accident. It’ll be rather annoying having to wash them this late at night too would it not? Especially when I have a very beautiful bathroom here you are welcome to use if you’d like? I mean you do seem very…antsy there Ellen?”
Ellen looked at Daniel who seemed perfectly comfortable still sitting watching her, smirking but winking provocatively too. With a hand now on the top of his leg magnifying his hard on in his trousers Ellen was well aware that Daniel had plans but even knowing this she had to admit there was a lot of truth in what he was saying. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable but equally very aroused too she squirmed around still holding the chair now urgently needing to wee even more. Just the thought of sitting in a car both as a passenger then a driver seemed impossible right now as she let her eyes move away from Daniel’s as she rubbing her thigh and leant forward as another urge tormented her strongly.
“May I…if it’s ok with you?”
“May you what sweetheart? What do you want baby?”
“May I please use your bathroom Daniel?”
“Certainly. I’ll just wash up these mugs then show you where it is. You know how I hate having a messy kitchen now don’t you. You can wait a minute or two now can’t you?”
Ellen nodded like an obedient slave aware that she was a guest in Daniel’s house and having no idea where his bathroom even was. Although bursting she was sure she could hang on just a minute or two, though Daniel still hadn’t yet even got off the chair let alone started washing the mugs which wasn’t helping matters one bit. |
Of all the ways to delay Ellen
Daniel openly stared at Ellen as she sat leant forwards in her chair looking anxious. Had his honest comment about how hard she made him been too much? Surely that wasn’t really news to her given how they had been ever since the trip to Dundee? The chemistry between them was so strong it felt like electricity and Daniel was 99% sure Ellen felt the same way about him.
But now she was standing up, fidgeting and squirming right in front of his eyes as if tormenting him as her eyes fluttered between his eyes and the back door of his house. Yes he had agreed to take her home after she’d had her mug of tea but surely she didn’t really want to go? Sliding his legs open to show his very obvious erection through his grey suit trousers Daniel moved his left hand down to highlight it even more. Noticing Ellen gazing right at it he wished he could read her mind. Regardless of what she was thinking she was still here though, still doing an incredible sexy pee dance right in front of him and unable to leave without his agreement since she needed him to drive him back to his own car.
There was something hugely arousing about holding that power over her, having that bit of control, as thoughts of what he could do swirled around Daniel’s mind making his dick swell and pulse as he worried he might actually cum if he didn’t calm down. Looking at Ellen as she gripped the back of his leather dining seat and squirmed around clearly really needing to pee and unable to hide it now Daniel felt a little restless. He longed for Ellen like a lion longs to kill its prey but equally he feared pushing her too far and losing her altogether. They’d only been together a matter of days and she’d never mentioned anything about enjoying anything relating to bondage, discipline, dominance, or submission in any way. As much as all that turned him on immensely, especially so in relation to bladder control, Daniel was hesitant about taking things too far too quickly.
But this was an ideal opportunity to test things out and even the thought was driving Daniel’s body to distraction as his hands longed to pull out his penis and stroke it just watching Ellen dance and jig around. His eyes lusting after Ellen dearly and his body yearning for her with everything he had Daniel couldn’t resist testing Ellen just a little by giving her so many reasons why she shouldn’t go home. Hinting that she could even use his bathroom, though not actually saying so exactly or even giving any indication where it was, Daniel moved his hand to press on the tip of his penis in his trousers as Ellen looked at the table red cheeked and tried asking if she could go. Desperate to actually hear her say more, perhaps even beg him to go, Daniel pretending he didn’t know what she was wanting as he carefully watched Ellen’s body language and eyes for any hints she was enjoying things as much as he was.
Just hearing those incredibly arousing words of, “May I please use your bathroom Daniel?” uttered by the most womanly gorgeous and curvy woman he’d ever met made Daniel dizzy. This was far far greater than any porn he’s ever watched and more than he’d ever dreamt possible as he could hear his own heartbeat racing in excitement as he stared at Ellen in awe. Watching her bending forward gripping the chair while doing a cute bouncing on the balls of her feet motion Daniel allowed his mind to rewind to all he knew Ellen had drunk with him. From the mug of tea while they worked to the glass of fresh juice while they waited on dinner arriving to the Sprite she’d drunk with her pizza and then the empty mug of tea in front of her. Jesus her bladder must be as stretched as it could possibly go and the pressure on her urethra immense as Daniel felt his mouth go dry in desire.
Dying to stall Ellen that bit longer hoping to hear her beg, or even push her to the point of leaking even, Daniel had an idea. Looking at the two empty mugs in front of him he cleared his throat before telling Ellen he’d show her to his bathroom as soon as he’d washed up the mugs. In no hurry though to even get up Daniel paused to watch Ellen’s reaction to this as she looked him right in the eye and nodded. This was playing out exactly as he wanted and so far Ellen seemed not only game but a very willing participant too. Nothing in Daniel’s eyes could ever be sexier than this.
Feeling he had to finally get up after about 30 seconds Daniel hooked the empty mug handles in his fingers and carried them both to the sink. With Ellen now behind him he pushed his hard on against the counter rubbing it up and down slightly as he listened to Ellen’s squirming behind him as he placed the mugs in the empty sink. Turning the tap so it poured into the sink missing the mugs Daniel turned the hot tap on and let it run. Knowing exactly what this must be doing to Ellen he couldn’t resist turning to peek at her as she stood awkwardly with a hand on her hip swaying from side to side looking tense. Turning back to the sink he smiled to himself mischievously as he raised his voice over the sound of the running tap.
“Just making sure the water is running hot enough honey.”
Reaching to get his cloth to clean dishes Daniel suddenly had another idea. Leaving the cloth were it was he left the tap still running and bent down to open the under sink cupboard. Loving the game he was playing immensely Daniel shouted over the tap a second time.
“Just looking for a new cloth. That one’s not looking that clean. I’m sure there’s a new pack in here somewhere.”
Daniel thought he could hear footsteps but it was hard to hear over the running tap so he jumped in fright when he felt something or someone tap his back. Standing up abruptly his eyes gazed first at Ellen’s exposed thighs, then her knees and her curvy full waist before looking right into her beautiful watery eyes.
“Did you find any then?”
Moving his gaze to his own hand Daniel felt the hairs on his neck raise as he smiled awkwardly at Ellen as he waved an unopened packet of new dish clothes in the air.
“Yes! Now just to open these and get one out. I think I have scissors somewhere.”
Her cheeks red and her forehead sweating Daniel noticed that Ellen now had a hand under her top pressed at her crotch. Using her free hand she pulled the packet off Daniel quickly swiftly using her teeth to rip the packet open before handing it back to Daniel.
“Any chance you could…you know…speed this up a bit?”
“Oh yes, of course.”
Taking a fresh cloth out Daniel bent down to put the others back under the cupboard again taking his time standing back up allowing his hand to run up Ellen’s leg teasingly. Rubbing his larger fingers over Ellen’s hand at her crotch he heard Ellen whimper as he pulled his hand away looking down at her tense but hungry eyes. Unable to resist he dropped the cloth into the sink of running water as he wrapped his arms around Ellen’s neck and kissed her deeply and erotically.
Of all the ways he’d delayed her so far this one was by far the best by a long long way! |
Things get hot!
Despite saying he’d show her where his bathroom was right after he washed the mugs Ellen found herself staring at Daniel quizzically yet curiously as he sat there with his legs open and his erection obvious through his trousers. He seemed in no hurry to move at all despite, or maybe because of, the fact she clearly needed a wee badly now. The glint in his eye and the little smirk of his mouth told Ellen all she needed to know: Daniel was very much enjoying her desperation and wanting it to last as long as possible.
Finally though he stood up, picking the empty mugs up easily in one hand, as he made his way casually towards the sink. Remaining where she was behind the dining room chair Ellen continued fidgeting and wriggling and bouncing hoping Daniel would wash up the mugs quickly so she could get the release she desired so much. At first he seemed to do just that as he turned the hot tap on and placed the mugs in the sink. So far so good thought Ellen as she held the chair and tensed her muscles while she moved from foot to foot, the noise of the running water not helping her at all. Moving her eyes back to Daniel’s back as he appeared to press his body as close to the sink as possible Ellen began getting more and more frustrated that the water was still running but Daniel appeared to not be doing anything. Knowing he couldn’t see Ellen put her hand on her ample hip and swayed side to side desperately feeling tense yet extremely aroused all at the same time. Just then Daniel briefly turned to see her as she it her lip nervously just as he said something about letting the water run until it was hot.
Seeing steam now rising from the sink as Daniel briefly turned Ellen was now 100% sure that Daniel was playing with her so when he bend down to look in a cupboard saying something about the cloth not being clean enough Ellen decided then and there that it was time to play along. Stepping quietly closer to Daniel as he was bend down looking under the sink she was seriously tempted to smack his bottom as he bent over but instead tapped his back as he jerked then slowly stood up and met her eyes. Playing along she squirmed and smiled cheekily as she asked casually if he had found any cloths as her eyes moved over to the one already by the sink that she could see was clean and in great condition.
Daniel then waved a new unopened packet of fresh dish cloths in the air as Ellen felt a strong urge hit her as she pushed one hand between her legs and grabbed her own crotch to help herself hold but also because she could feel her arousal building fast and furiously the closer her body got to Daniel’s. The prolonged teasing, the strong chemistry between them, the long period they’d been alone together now, combined with her intense need to wee, were all making Ellen need Daniel in ways she never thought possible. When he then muttered something about looking for scissors to open the packet Ellen practically snatched it out his hand tearing it open easily and quickly with her teeth before handing it back to him almost giddy as she spoke.
“Any chance you could…you know…speed this up a bit?”
Longing to pull Daniel towards her, to rip his clothes off him and push him to the floor so she could climb onto him Daniel at first seemed oblivious to her thoughts as he carried on with his delaying game by bending down again to put the packet, minus one cloth he’d pulled out, back under the sink. Thinking he wasn’t picking up on her body signals at all Ellen felt her entire body shiver as she felt Daniel’s hand tickle against her ankle, then her lower leg then run right up to her knees and thigh before he slid his hand firmly on top of her own over her throbbing crotch exactly as he had done earlier that day on the top deck of the cruise ship. Apparently Daniel had understood her thoughts after all as he pulled his hand away before throwing both arms hungrily round her neck and kissing her passionately and deeply.
They stayed like this several minutes as Ellen joyfully explored Daniel’s mouth and tongue eagerly whist still moving around and squirming constantly as her bladder reminded her over and over that it wasn’t to be forgotten! When Daniel finally left her mouth and lips go only to move to her neck and suck it excitedly Ellen gasped as she wrapped her wide legs around Daniel’s leg trying to press against him but not quite managing to get close enough. The warmth between her legs was so intense Ellen started to think her whole vagina was on fire but given how wet and open it also felt she knew this couldn’t possibly be true. Feeling like she needed to grab herself again both to help herself hold but also due to how turned on she was Ellen pulled her legs away from Daniel’s as his mouth slowly pulled off her neck.
Looking her lover directly in the eye and seeing nothing but lust and desire screaming back at her Ellen fidgeted around openly giggling as she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the dining table. Struggling to balance as she kept throwing a hand urgently between her plump legs Ellen then grabbed the waist of her cropped legging and started pulling them off too. Noticing Daniel was staring at her wide eyed as her breasts seemed so much bigger now in her large cotton and lace black bra he reached out and took her arm just as she was stepping out of one leg of her leggings.
“God you look stunning Ellen! Absolutely bloody stunning……does this mean what I think it means?”
“Daniel Omari either you fuck me right now with my very full bladder or you show me where your bathroom is and let me wee! I’m blooming about to burst here and not just with warm urine either. Feel!”
Ellen stepped out her leggings leaving them on the kitchen floor before urgently pulling her knickers down and grabbing Daniel’s hand and wedging it between her naked plump legs as he felt her throbbing urethra push against him whist all around it dripped with copious clear mucus from Ellen’s swollen warm and wide open vagina.
With Ellen’s very eager and willing help Daniel kept his hand where it was while Ellen helped him undo his shirt, remove it, unclip his trousers and pull them off before finally pulling down his snug boxers and letting them fall to the floor. Ellen couldn’t resist running her hand the full length of Daniel’s erection stroking it as he eagerly unclipped her bra from behind her.
Now both naked and Ellen very clearly struggling to hold her wee Daniel finally pulled his hand away from between Ellen’s legs as he took her hand and pulled her through the living room and upstairs with Ellen having no idea at all where he was taking her. |
And hotter again!
There was something extra special about kissing Ellen knowing she was bursting to pee. Daniel tightened his arms around her neck as he bent down letting his tongue explore Ellen’s mouth over-enthusiastically and excitedly feeling his body responding urgently as he longed for so much more of Ellen in every way. Even when Ellen appeared to pull back slightly he kissed her deeper again, all the time his mind ready to explode with thoughts that Ellen might be struggling to hold so much she might just dribble in her panties.
Eventually he succumbed to allowing their lips to part only to move to Ellen’s neck and resume kissing and licking and nibbling her there. Daniel was tempted to eat Ellen up all over such was his need, which was only magnified and intensified by Ellen’s wriggles and squirms as she tied her legs around his, moving them constantly and moaning. Daniel wasn’t wanting to stop but when Ellen pulled her body away to balance herself and grab between her legs Daniel pulled back too, staring at her movements adoringly. Looking Ellen in the eye needing her so badly and craving her body like he needed his next breath Daniel gasped when Ellen suddenly pulled her top over her head and tossed it casually over her shoulder. Staring at her huge breasts, poking beautifully out of the sexiest lace trimmed black bra, Daniel felt he was in heaven as Ellen continued brazenly undressing by pulling her leggings down leaving them gathered on the floor by her feet.
Reaching his hand out to help Ellen step over her discarded leggings Daniel felt his mouth drying up and his penis throbbing. Pausing once more Daniel stared adoringly at Ellen’s large, curvy, incredibly body with its bountiful busty breasts, constantly swaying hips and chubby legs that were frantically moving and bouncing even with Ellen’s hand wedged between them. If Ellen wasn’t making herself fully available and open to his advances he didn't know what she was doing! Her actions were loud, obvious and blatant and Daniel’s body couldn’t get enough of it!
But she didn’t stop there as Daniel complimented her only to watch her pull her knickers off too then make it as clear as day that she was not just saying yes but meaning it too! Never before had Daniel experienced a woman so unequivocal about her needs, so bold and beautiful as Ellen, so clear and honest and forthright. He’d admired so much of those qualities in her for so long in the work environment but never in his life did he imagine she’d be just as forward and brave and bold sexually…and he loved it more than he thought possible! Having his hand pushed between a stunning mature female’s legs when she was desperate to pee and hugely turned on was something Daniel only ever dreamt about before yet now that very thing was happening as he moved his fingers to hear the squelch and feel the warmth and wetness with his own fingertips. There was no doubt at all that Ellen was ready, eager and hungry for it as she squeezed his hand teasingly and moaned how badly she had to pee.
The problem Daniel had now was how to remove his own clothing but before he could even think about that Ellen was pulling at his shirt and undoing the buttons like it was on fire before hastily undoing his trousers and letting them fall naturally to the kitchen floor. Standing now in just his boxers with Ellen only wearing her highly erotic black bra, her very erect nipples clearly visible through the lace trim, Daniel felt his long thick dick shaking in need. Ellen clearly saw it too as she giggled and squirmed even with Daniel’s hand still gripping her vagina as she reached over and tugged the material until those too fell down to the floor. His penis now jumping up and pointing directly towards Ellen Daniel felt his lovers fingers grip it and as Ellen bent down to do so Daniel used his spare hand to unclip Ellen’s bra.
Feeling Ellen stroking him gently and erotically Daniel moaned in delight as Ellen stood up. Daniel then gawped at Ellen’s spectacular large breasts now hanging in front of his face as her bra slid down until it touched Daniel’s chest, only falling to the floor when Daniel allowed his hand to be released from Ellen’s crotch as he looked for her hand and grabbed it. He had been going to finally take Ellen to his bathroom but plans had now changed and he couldn’t wait any longer now.
Pulling Ellen by the hand as she giggled and danced around desperately Daniel guided her out through the living room and up the stairs at the back of the room. Realising Ellen had stopped on the second step Daniel waited whilst still holding her hand. Gazing down at her he couldn’t stop smiling as she pee danced on the narrow step moaning as their eyes met again.
“I need a wee wee Daniel.”
“I know Darling. I know.”
Daniel hauled Ellen up a few more steps before she paused again, this time ramming her own free hand between her legs.
“I REALLY need a wee wee Daniel.”
“I know my treasure. I know.”
Again a few steps more and Ellen struggled again, this time letting Daniel’s hand go and sitting on the wooden stair with both hands flat against her throbbing vagina as she rocked forwards and backwards.
“I think I’m going to wee wee right now! We could watch my wee wee running all the way down these stairs Daniel. I really really REALLY have to go.”
Daniel wanted to reply but as he stared down at Ellen naked sitting rocking like she was masturbating herself all he could do was pant like a dog as Ellen raised her plump bottom up and used both her hands to pull her swollen vaginal lips apart as a quick but violent long spurt of urine splattered on the steps beneath her and trickled slowly down the wooden stairs towards the lounge at the bottom. Before Ellen could release more Daniel urgently stepped down towards her gripping his own dick in his hand and squeezing it to try to delay the cum that was getting ever so close to surging out. Bending down to Ellen’s face he kissed her cheek and looked in her eyes seeing her urgency both to release more but also to climax.
“Can you hold on until I’m inside you now?”
Daniel knew Ellen’s voice well but the husky, hungry, guttural sound emitted from Ellen’s mouth at that moment almost felt like it belonged to someone else entirely as her eyes looked deep into his.
“I’m very desperate…”
“I know my princess. I am too!” |
Ellen follows Daniel’s lead
No longer interested in the view from the large bay window now, nor anything else about the room for that matter, Ellen let Daniel pull her under the kitchen archway, through the living room and across towards the wooden staircase at the back of the room. Practically holding her breath now to keep her whole body tense and keep her exhausted urethra closed Ellen whimpered as she tried to climb the first step. Clenching hard she made it up one step, then another, before having to pause and squirm around pressing her thighs together tightly and bobbing up and down.
Complaining to Daniel how badly she had to go he appeared to simply wink and acknowledge what she said as he pulled her up another few steps. Separating her thighs even just to step up a stair in Daniel’s house was excruciating as Ellen had to pause again, this time requiring the pressure of her firm hand just to prevent herself from weeing everywhere. Verbalising again the urgency she was experiencing Daniel nodded and seemed to sympathise but it wasn’t enough now as Ellen felt her fingers warming as dribbles leaked through her ever so tired vagina.
Forcing herself to keep moving, hoping valiantly that by some miracle she might actually make it to the loo in time, Ellen allowed herself to be pulled up a few more steps by Daniel, who hadn’t let her hand go since grabbing it back in the kitchen, but the pain and pressure was so extreme and Ellen knew it was futile. Letting go of a Daniel’s hand now she sat her broad naked bottom on the warm wooden step right where she was, shoving both hands awkwardly between her legs and rocking as her bladder sent spasm after spasm cascading through her body and her urethra shuddered hard against her hands. Kneading, pushing and pressing to hold back the flood Ellen felt tears in her eyes as she voiced her thoughts to Daniel wondering how he might react if she was to urinate all down his stairs. With Daniel behind her she had to imagine how he was feeling to her suggestion but wether he approved or not Ellen knew she had no other option now.
Parting her hands to either side of her vagina Ellen used her fingers to separate her red and swollen and very moist lips aside, perching her bottom off the step just enough to aim her stream down the staircase as she gasped and relaxed just enough to release a long hissing
spurt out before clamping her muscles tight shut once again. Watching her wee trickling down the steps Ellen was tempted to laugh but she knew that would be the worst thing she could do because she’d burst completely right where she was. As her eyes remained on the liquid still Ellen heard movement behind her as she now felt Daniel coming beside her then squeezing past her until he was perched half on the same step as her and half on the one below. Resuming the desperate squeezing and rocking with both hands in her crotch Ellen looked up as Daniel spoke directly to her. With his rock hard penis in his hand pointing right at her his face was hot and his eyes fixated on her breasts and hands as he spoke clearly but quickly.
“Can you hold on until I’m inside you now?”
All Ellen could answer right then was the truth, fully aware of its double meaning which she hoped Daniel would pick up.
“I’ve very desperate.”
The way he stroked his dick in front of her eyes as he reached out to help her up with his other hand made Ellen believe he had well and truly got the message as she stood up uneasily moving quickly from foot to foot on the narrow steps with the edge taken off just enough that she could let Daniel pull her up the remaining stairs as she eagerly followed him having no idea where she was being taken. The uncertainty of still not knowing if Daniel might show her to his bathroom or bedroom made Ellen’s heart beat faster as her vagina throbbed in need and her nipples tingled furiously. Not even having any time to process what was around her Ellen used all her concentration to keep her muscles closed as she allowed Daniel to pull her through an open door as a light suddenly came on.
The large bedroom was beautifully and tastefully furnished but Ellen was more focussed on the large king size bed as Daniel pulled her towards it then let her go suddenly before reappearing as quickly as he left as he threw several towels over the bed before turning to face Ellen holding her by the shoulders as she squired around still. Looking into Daniel’s eyes Ellen felt as lust for Daniel like never before as he bent down and kissed her lightly before raising his head towards her ear and whispering seductively.
“You are the sexiest, most beautiful, most perfect woman in the whole world. Watching you tonight with your full bladder has been the single most erotic thing I have ever experienced. I have never wanted you more than I do right now Ellen. Is it ok if I get inside you now?”
Ellen nodded furiously as she pressed her thighs together tightly.
“Then can I use your loo….that’s if I can hold that long?”
“Babe there’s an en-suite right here you can use as soon as we’re done. I promise you this won’t take long.”
Resuming kissing again Daniel guided Ellen closer to the bed walking her backwards as he kissed her mouth, cheeks, forehead, neck and even her breasts as Ellen felt him push her gently back onto the bed until her legs lifted off the floor and she lay sprawled on her back naked with her legs open and Daniel standing between them. |
Hello ! It’s been a while since I posted a story here. The other day, I was looking at Top Chef (it’s going on French TV for a few weeks now) and one of the contesters immediately inspired me a character. I wanted to write a story with depth so there is going to be several chapters. I’ll try to put some omorashi in every chapter but this is more about the relationship between a broken young man and his savior. I really hope you’ll like it ! Please let me know what you think.
Chapter 1 :
« Congratulations, Danny ! You are the winner of the 14th season of Top Chef France ! » yells the TV presenter. « After all you have been through, you made it, Danny. » he adds, eyes full of empathy.
A rumor of hands clapping instantly fills the room. The chef Hélène Darroze is embracing me. I hold the orange knife in my own hand. Everything moves so quickly. Everything around me feels suddenly alive.
Yet, I’m not here. I don’t belong in this picture. All those eyes and smiles directed to me seem fake, as if it was just a dream.
But then, in the crowd of faces I can’t recognize, I meet her gaze. And it all comes true. I am the center of this pure joy and this is all because of her.
They say this is the day it all started. The day when a young 20 years old man becomes someone. Someone who matters. Someone who shines. A star.
But, they’re all wrong. This is not the TV who made me. This is not my chef during the competition. This is not even this victory.
This is her. All along, this is her.
Today, I’m sick of everyone telling me who made me. I’m even tired of those who say I made myself.
Today, I feel the urge to tell the truth about myself. I feel the need to give her back what’s been hers from the start : my own existence.
I don’t care about this victory day, I care about the going through. This particular moment is not my becoming. Let me tell you how I became.
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Five years ago, on September the 3rd, I wake up. This is just a regular day in my not so regular life. I’m 15 and starting high school, despite my reluctance. I tried not to but there is nowhere else to go for me and nowhere else for them to put me. I’m an annoyance and I know it. I dare say I even like it. It gives a sense to my existence.
I’m not scared to start high school, on the contrary. Finally a new place to put people through hell ! And I know some older students there who already made my reputation… How fun this will be.
So when I live the foster care that morning, I don’t know that this is the day my life is going to change forever.
The day begins as any first day in a new school. We gather in the great hall and listen to a boring principal presenting the school, insisting on the importance of this year, bla bla bla… But the afternoon takes a turn I didn’t expect.
I follow my fellow classmates to the classroom that will be mine for the year. Same old walls, same boring chairs… We all take our sits, and of course, I take the one on the far back of the room. Far from anyone. I don’t intend to change my habits : I intend to stay alone and dangerous. I like what I see from the back of a room. I see everyone and no one can see me, unless someone dare turning to me, which no one in his sane mind does. Being in the back gives me tranquility and power.
But while I’m staring dangerously at my classmates, something strikes me. Something is wrong here. There’s an unusual calm around me. Nobody is even whispering. All the faces are turning to the head of the class as if something magical appeared.
But despite the strangeness of the scene, I joyfully welcome the silence. This is the ideal condition to make a smashing entrance. I could scream like a mad person, kick some chairs around, start a fight with some random guy for no reason. I could easily make myself known.
But I don’t move.
What am I waiting for ? I don’t know why but I stay still, silent. Something is holding me back. I dare to follow my classmates gaze and look in front of me.
I suddenly refrain a need to laugh.
Looking directly at me is a small young woman. She must be 23-24 years old. So small I could crush her with one kick in the head. But for some unknown reason, I don’t laugh. Instead, I unconsciously lower my head under her gaze.
For fuck’s sake, how can I just be mesmerized by such a little woman like that ?
I don’t know how to explain, even five years later, but the atmosphere in the room is forcing me to be calm, respectful, and somehow docile. How does she do that ? How can a little woman like her has such a hold on thirty kids she doesn’t even know ?
I find myself sitting straight in my chair, waiting for the right moment to blow. I want to blow ! I refuse to submit to that woman, to any woman for that matter. But there is no right moment. I listen and don’t say a word during this first afternoon. I don’t recognize myself but I can’t help it, I’m kind of stunned. She’s not a particularly pretty woman, nor a frightening one. Nevertheless, she talks and I just shut up.
Mrs Lebrun, that’s her name. So classic. Not even a little impressive.
There is nothing really that interesting in her welcoming speech. But there is something about her attitude, her voice, her eyes… She seems severe, cold even, but in the same time, she seems very close to her students. She doesn’t know any of us but she makes us feel like she sees right through us. There is something in the way she looks at us that I never seen in any teacher, in any person actually. She doesn’t just look at you, she looks into you. And that’s impressive.
During three hours this afternoon, I’m torn between my need to take her down and my incapacity of doing so. For the first time in my life, I feel weak.
When the ring finally bells, I get up on my feet with rage. I need to get out of here. I need to break or burn something. All this repressed rage is boiling in me, needing to come out.
« Danny, I need a word with you. » Mrs Lebrun murmured firmly.
I’m already at the door, I could ignore her and run. I could. But I don’t. Instead I turn back, swallowing with difficulty. Is it the rage or the apprehension ?
« Are you okay ? » she asks with apparent concern.
This is the first time in my entire life a teacher is concerned about my well being. Usually, they’re so scared or annoyed that they don’t even bother to look at me. But Mrs Lebrun is looking directly at me, her eyes burning my skin. I can’t help but lower my eyes again.
« Why ? » I ask brutally.
« You seemed on edge all afternoon. Am I wrong ? »
« I’m fine. » I say sharply. What does she want anyway ? Does she think we’re going to be friends ? I’m used to take care of myself. I’m an independent man. I never needed help from anyone. As I feel really annoyed by the sudden concern for me, I’m also a little bit moved by it. What’s happening to me ?
« If you say you’re fine, then you’re fine. » she says. « But starting tomorrow, I want you to sit here. » she orders while pointing the chair right under her desk.
« What ? Who do you think you are to give me orders like that ? » I am so furious that I forget her eyes, I forget her power and free a little bit of the rage burning inside me. This is going too far. She can’t think I’m going to obey her ! My heart is pounding like mad. I feel sweaty. I want to punch her. Do I feel a little nervous about her response though ?
« I think I am your head teacher. And I think you should calm down immediately if you don’t want to regret it. » she says calmly, looking straight at me. « You seemed on edge today and you don’t wish to talk about it. I can respect that. But what would you do in my situation ? Ignore and let go ? Well, that’s not the way I do things. As your head teacher, I have a responsibility towards you. I can’t go through your mind to understand what’s wrong but I can make sure that I see you more clearly everyday. »
I can’t even respond. She’s just so calm. I don’t know how to do with calm people. I can do with fear, anger, sadness but I’m lost in her assurance.
« Starting tomorrow, you will sit here. Do I make myself clear ? » she orders, confident.
« We’ll see if I even show up. » I dare to say. What can she do to make me come to school anyway ?
« I know where you live, young man. » she says, calm and cold.
Is she really suggesting that she would come and get me at the foster care ? No one has ever came to the foster care. Why a teacher that I just met is treating me like she knows and care for me ? I’m stunned. Suddenly I feel a curious pinch in my lower abdomen. Do I need to pee right now ? What is happening to me ? I’m suddenly out of breath. She sees my lack of control, looking right through me while I’m loosing myself. She sees that I don’t know how to deal with her, or me, and I’m unconsciously giving her power.
« Alright ! » I finally yell, annoyed by her absolute confidence and my sudden weakness. « I’ll sit here. » I say before leaving the room in pure fury.
I am so mad at myself. What’s going on here ? Why this obedience ? Why this urgent need to pee ? How did I become so weak ?
When I run with rage through the corridor to the nearest toilets, I don’t feel the drops of pee wetting my briefs. I run, unconscious of my lack of control. I don’t want to see the absolute change Mrs Lebrun has operated in me. I just run, as if I can flee myself.
When I’m finally in the bathroom, after smashing the door behind me, I discover in an absolute shock my wet pants. How did this happened ? I didn’t have the urge to pee before a minute ago. I just peed my pants ! Like a fucking three years old, I didn’t even realize that I lost control.
As I relieve myself, letting go the rest of my pee in the toilet, I feel my rage leaving my body. I’m not mad anymore, I’m just worried and tired. For the first time in my life, I completely lost control in that classroom. If I’m not in control anymore, what will I become ?
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Sage sat on her friend’s bed and sipped on her fourth spiked seltzer of the night. Her belly was really full, but celebrating her first visit to her friend’s dorm demanded a more inebriated state. Daisy was leaning on her legs for the first time since summer and it felt like home again. Suddenly, she got up.
“Where you goin’?” Sage asked.
“Gonna change,” she replied, pulling her shirt off to reveal a baby blue bra. That was unclipped, too, and she comfortably exposed her breasts while she rummaged for a shirt.
“Can you grab me something too?”
“Sure thing,” she threw Sage an oversized t-shirt. “You want pants too?”
“Nah,” she skinned her jeans off, then her sweatshirt. She didn’t have a bra on in the first place. The two were soon matching with big shirts and undies.
“I’m so glad you didn’t shave your legs,” Daisy said, yanking Sage’s leg hair.
“Ow!” she winced, pulling her leg away.
“I missed doing that,” she giggled.
“I didn’t! Don’t do that again, that really hurt!” she scratched the spot. Her bladder started to ache as the drink passed through her. As per usual, she waited quite a while to do anything about it. Thirty minutes later, when she was having trouble staying still, she spoke up.
“Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?”
“Nowwww?” Daisy groaned dramatically.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be right now.” Sage shifted her sitting position. “Do you have to go?”
“No.”
“Let me know when you do.”
“Okayyy.”
Time passed. Drinks were drank. Sage found herself squirming, her urge to urinate growing by the second. She bit her lip and set her drink down, scooting nervously. She looked up at her friend sitting at the end of the bed. “Do you have to pee?”
“Not yet,” Daisy replied.
She placed her hand nonchalantly over her crotch. “I gotta go,” she hinted. Daisy was paying attention to the TV. Sage moved her foot under her butt and wriggled into it a little, now at the point of having to restrain herself from breaking out into a potty dance. “How many drinks have you had?”
“Four.”
“What! I thought we were on the same one! You gotta catch up to me!”
Daisy turned to her and sighed, smirking a bit. She hurriedly drained the rest of her drink and held her hand out for another one. Then she drained that one, too. “Now it’s you that’s gotta catch up to me,” she said, reaching for another.
Sage glanced dreadfully at her drink and rubbed her thighs together, hiding just how achingly full her tight bladder was. “Fuck it,” she sighed, and down it went. She crinkled the can in her hand and tossed it, her urinary organ pulsing with pressure.
“Are you gonna get another?”
“In a minute,” she replied, a bit strained.
“Come on, man, it’s a party!” She grabbed another one and handed it to her.
“Some party,” she said, then grimaced and scooted her butt back. An intense wave of urgency was going through her. It was hard not to squeeze her crotch and wriggle around when she felt so close to leaking like this, but impressively, she maintained control, only really squirming into her heel to keep back the flood. She was starting to sweat. “I gotta pee,” she complained, resting her hand in front of her privates.
“Are you gonna drink that, or just hold it as an accessory?”
“The peer pressure is strong tonight!” she laughed, cracking it open.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!” Daisy reasoned hurriedly. “I’m just teasing you, I don’t actually care about keeping up or not.”
“Why? Can you not keep up or something?” Sage started chugging the seltzer. She tightened her thigh and butt muscles and fidgeted, the intake of liquid taunting her bladder. She intended to finish it, but only got a little over halfway before the discomfort of her overfilled belly got too much. She belched and wriggled, about to pee right there.
“Damn. Nicely done.” Daisy complimented.
“Thanks!” she replied tightly, fighting her hands from grabbing her pussy. “I really have to use the restroom, though.”
“Haven’t we already seen this episode?” Daisy picked up the remote and went to the episode list.
Sage discreetly pressed her fingertips against her crotch, swaying around and bouncing her legs. Needing a distraction, she leaned back against the headboard and went on her phone. The sensation of her bulging bladder sat tightly under her bloated belly. She fiddled with her waistband and bounced her knees off of each other. She was so full of urine she could hardly stand it, but she was doing a fairly good job of remaining collected.
Daisy leaned over, reaching between Sage’s legs. Before she had a chance to react, she yanked on a pube that was evidently poking out. Sage yelped in surprise, her hands shooting to her privates. She spurted hard, enough to leave a spot, no doubt. Daisy cackled so hard she fell onto her side. Sage had no choice but to grab and hold herself, writhing urgently and uneasily. “Why’d you do that?!” she winced, struggling not to pee any more. After that, her situation was dire. The danger of leaking lingered furiously at full strength, causing Sage to sit there squirming madly, a desperate, trembling mess.
“I’m gonna pee!” Daisy laughed hysterically. Sage whined, scooting her soggy groin into her heel and bouncing. “Let’s go to the bathroom!” she suggested desperately.
After a minute of laughing, Daisy sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I needed that.”
“So…” she struggled to stifle her pee dance, but it felt like a moment of stillness would lead her to leak. “Where’s the toilet?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s down the hall.”
“The hall?” she scooted to the side of the bed, starting to writhe rather frantically. “I have to go now, Daisy…”
Daisy blew a raspberry, disappointed in having to get up. “Alright, hold on. We gotta put pants on.”
With one hand squeezing and grabbing at her crotch, Sage got to rifling through the laundry on the floor. Once she found her jeans, she hurriedly pulled them on, jerking her hips around to keep from leaking. She didn’t button them. “Come onnnn…!” she moaned, urgency pulsating furiously inside of her. The sheer amount of liquid that was being retained felt enough to make her pop. She lurched forward and buried her hands in her lap as her urethra nearly gave out, letting a couple of drops seep out into her already moist undies. “Fuckkk…”
“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go,” Daisy led the way at a snail’s pace.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod…” Sage wriggled madly.
“You okay?” her friend laughed.
“No, I’m about to pee myself! Hurry up!” she hopped around and squeezed herself tightly.
“Button your pants, silly.”
Sage’s belly was bulging with liquid. She hesitated, then clasped her pants shut. The waistband squeezed her midsection mercilessly, causing her discomfort to skyrocket. The thinly stretched walls of her overfilled bladder were stretched even further. The intensity of her urge to urinate was extreme and unyielding, borderline unbearable. “Mmmph!” she groaned, zipping the zipper and squirming like a lunatic. A gentle trickle began to leak out as Daisy quietly opened the door. “Uhhh-“ she whined through clenched teeth, tears forming in her eyes and her movements becoming even more erratic.
“Shh!” Daisy told her. “We gotta walk past my roommates.”
“Daisyyy…” she strained her peehole, trying desperately to stem the stream. It fluctuated in strength, starting to spread to her butt and leak down her leg. She squeaked with an inhale, completely shocked at her inability to stop.
“Let’s go! What are you doing?”
“I think I’m-“ she started breathlessly, getting choked up by the humiliation. “I think I’m peeing my pants…!”
“Again?!” Daisy cupped her hands over her mouth in shock as a dark streak became visible down Sage’s pant leg. Yellow urine spilled out at the cuffs and started forming a puddle at her feet. Her whole bottom section was engulfed in the warmth of her liquid waste. Despite this, she continued to struggle to retain the rest, determined to minimize the damage and the embarrassment. It hurt so badly to do it, but shortly after her pants were completely soaked, she was able to clench her muscles enough to stop the flow. She still needed to pee really, really badly. Tears dripped off of her chin. Pee was everywhere.
“Oh my god, okay, let me go get something to clean up.”
Sage undid her pants and let them drop to her feet, giving her full, tortured organ room to expand. She started pacing nervously, urinary urgency keeping her antsy. Her pee dance was a kind of march, where she pressed her wet thighs together with every other step. A pang of urgency made her do a little hop, holding herself tightly and wincing. Her muscles were exhausted.
Daisy came back with some cleaning agents and a couple of towels, one for the floor and one for her friend. “I got this. Go take a shower, you nasty bitch.”
“No, I can get it!” her entire face was red as a tomato. She got on her knees and wiped up the puddle, sprayed the area, wriggled into her foot, bounced desperately, scooted back and forth…
“Do you still have to pee!?” Daisy asked incredulously as soon as she noticed. “Dude, go to the bathroom already before you pee on the floor again!”
“Will you come with me?”
“Yes! Let’s go!” Daisy grabbed a dirty pair of shorts from her laundry and tossed them to Sage. “I’ll grab you something else for after the shower, but these’ll work in the meantime.”
“Thanks,” she pulled them on. She hopped from foot to foot while Daisy opened the door and led her out.
“Shh! Dude!”
“Sorry, I’m sorry!” she held her crotch and danced on the spot. “It’s bad,” she whispered.
The moment the two entered the bathroom, Sage made a beeline for the toilet and exploded the moment her butt made contact. “Ahh-“ she sighed, resting her hand over her deflating bladder. The sound of hissing and splattering filled the room. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. The relief was euphoric. |
Soiled Modifications
Another day, another shift at work finally finished, as Stacy returned home exhausted after 8 full hours of retail madness. Exiting her car, she welcomed the brisk wind in the air as opposed to the stale atmosphere of her job. The transition from spring to summer had just begun, Stacy could feel it as she walked to her front door. Unlocking and entering her home, Stacy’s instinct motivated her to open her windows, just enough to allow the wind from outside to fill her house. The breeze gave her much needed serenity from her exhaustion. Stacy started cooking stroganoff while playing her favorite symphonic metal artist in the background, energizing her along with the outside breeze. She aimed to unwind in a simple manner, with her favorite pastime while enjoying some delicious food.
In her room she kept a gaming PC that she built years before, with the goal of having a machine that can not only run modern games with ease, but also can handle extensive gaming modification. Booting up the PC, Stacy sat in her comfy computer chair with her dinner, awaiting eagerly to revisit her favorite childhood memories. She had been playing video games since her dad introduced her in her younger years, and starting modding in high school with help from her computer classes. Though her mods were of the more explicit kind, making a name for herself in the modding community for creating quality D.E.S.O related content for countless games of many genres. These mods were mostly character overhauls, namely to strip them down to just their underwear and sometimes diapers, often in a rather soaked or soiled state. Now on the home screen, Stacy opened her mod manager and initiated a modded save for a survival horror title. Survival horror was her favorite genre to mod, simply because it was really funny to make the main characters look out of place from their own setting, given they’re nearly naked in the open.
Hours passed, Stacy’s dinner plate was scraped clean, as she continued playing her modded games in peace. Now though she was play-testing her latest mod specifically for a recently published sci-fi horror. Currently she was guiding her bare character through the dark hallways of a derelict spacecraft, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and a weapon holster. Stacy in turn was now only wearing her matching red bra and underwear. But as Stacy relaxed and ran her mod through the usual paces, her stomach had been gurgling and churning for a while. Something familiar was certainly brewing with a sizable capacity and urgency. “Not yet… not yet,” She told herself. Stacy was always into panty pooping, but her favorite way of doing so was to hold in her load until after her modded characters had pooped their pants first. Not only does pooping her panties feel even better after seeing her gaming characters do it first, but Stacy finds the mere idea as a fun personal challenge to engage in. Who would shit themselves first: Stacy or her player avatar?
So onward Stacy played her game, determined to hold in her shit until she sees her avatar’s undies fill up first. This challenge will be difficult to achieve, the mod she was currently testing was designed under an RNG of sorts tied to the game’s setting. This means for every horrifying event/enemy encounter that happens, there is a random chance the avatar will soil themselves. So Stacy is holding out against random chance, who knows how long it’ll take before she can relieve herself. However Stacy was well aware of this, and looked forward to such an interesting and unpredictable challenge. In fact she made it even harder for herself by deliberately eating foods for the past few days that would make a poopy load that would be huge and demanding. So Stacy’s got her work cut out for her for sure.
Another hour passed, and Stacy is now in a losing battle. Despite encountering numerous terrors and nightmares in the game, Stacy’s avatar had still not shit themselves at all. Meanwhile Stacy herself has been struggling to keep herself from pooping her pants prematurely. Her guts were constantly gurgling and churning as her turds relentlessly pressured her anus to open and release, being mere inches from the exit leading to the outside where her underwear was waiting to be filled. Stacy had too many close calls as it was but was still determined to hold out, however she knew well that if her shit makes another attempt, she may not have enough strength to resist. Regardless she continued playing her game while squirming in her chair, eager to win in this challenge she had put herself in. Under her intense digestive pressure, Stacy guides her avatar forward into the next area, the level design of which was a clear sign that she was heading to a boss fight with a nightmarish monster. Stacy mentally prepared herself for a difficult fight, hoping that the conflict would activate the RNG. Surly enough, the beast’s arrival was terrifying in many psychological ways and the resulting fierce battle demanded all of Stacy’s focus. Yet once again, the avatar failed to shit herself from the mere sight of the monstrous creature. Worse still, Stacy’s poop began another mad push against her anus, begging to be unleashed. With all her focus spent on the fight itself, her anus began to falter and slowly open up, with the huge mass of waste now turtle heading out. Stacy was about mere seconds away from pooping her pants and losing.
‘Oh god, no no no, not now!’ Stacy thought, feeling her overpowering poop nearly succeed in its own prison break. Out of desperation, Stacy violently clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as she could muster in order to stop her load from escaping. ‘I’m not losing to this game or this challenge, I refuse to accept defeat here and now!’ Stacy exclaimed in her head, still determined to gain a win. So she kept her butt closed as she played on with nothing but sheer defiance and willpower. Even when the pressure wrought pain in her abdomen and her stress increased, she held out and fought two separate battles simultaneously. Luckily for Stacy, her persistence paid off yet again. The shit was stonewalled within her again and she overthrew the monster by the skin of her teeth. She exhaled slowly as she steadied herself from the mental stress. Stacy was now dangerously out of luck, next time there will be no hope to hold back her crap at all. Still regaining her composure, she motioned her avatar forward once again past the corpse of her enemy. Then…
*RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!*
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!”
Both Stacy and her character were both jump scared by the monster as it roared violently in vain as it finally died. This caught both off guard screaming in shock. Stacy’s heart and mind was now racing scrambled like eggs, the usual price to pay for playing horror games. But as she attempts to calm down, she noted two important things. One: The avatar’s underwear were beginning to grow a heavy brown bulge. Two: Stacy herself was feeling something hot and heavy bulging in her own panties. Stacy and her character were both finally soiling themselves from the shock of the jump scare, which in Stacy’s case, allowed three fat logs of poop to erupt from her anus and pile into the welcoming embrace of her red undies. However more was still to come as a fourth turd was already snaking its way out freely. Still recovering from the stress and feeling the warm comforting dump in her filthy panties, Stacy didn’t have anything to resist the urge to poop anymore, not that she wanted to anyhow. So she finally surrendered herself to her shit and allowed all of it to enter her underwear unopposed.
One by one, poop coiled out of Stacy’s ass and plop into the mess inside her panties. The first few turds were very firm and solid, but the newer logs slowly turned softer. The red panties’ bulge was already large initially, but now it was growing even bigger and heavier as more shit was loaded into the panties. The former red fabric of the bulge was now stained completely brown, Stacy’s underwear was definitely ruined for sure. Stacy herself was enthralled by the relief washing over her, the pungent poopy odor putting her mind at ease. It felt euphoric to feel her body’s contents being emptied from her, and to be collected in her undies. While all this was going on, Stacy still had her eyes focused on her video game, as her character was busy doing the same thing. The avatar just stood there passively, filling her own sagging underwear with warm poop. Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if the avatar was feeling the same way that she was right now.
By the time Stacy was empty of waste, her panties had a swollen poopy bulge the size of a small watermelon, while her avatar was close behind with a load the size of a cantaloupe. ‘Hehe. Alright then, we’ll call it a draw,’ Stacy mused to herself, pretending to interact with her avatar competitor. This certainly wasn’t a loss for Stacy, not with how huge and satisfying her load felt in her underwear. She couldn’t help but rub her bulge gently against her chair, hearing her poop softly squelch from her massage. Satisfied with the outcome of her personal challenge, Stacy gets comfy in her chair and continues her game uninterrupted. She’ll play with her load and change herself later, for now she’ll just enjoy the warm company of her poop in between her ass cheeks and underwear. As for the avatar in the game, she was feeling the large bulge in her panties, her face mirroring Stacy’s pleasure. This plainly answers Stacy’s previous question of the avatar’s emotions. So Stacy decides to let her character stew in her poopy panties while playing onward, much like herself. All in all, a fantastic panty poop that was well worth the desperation.
The End
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This Party’s A Dump!
A story request for Asperman1
“Hey! I told you kids to get lost!”
Jasmine turned her head toward the direction of all the yelling. Seeing a pair of security guards stopping three college delinquents from trespassing the property.
“Hey fuck you asshole! Do we look like children?!” One of the youngsters yelled back as he ran away with his friends in tow.
There’s always punks trying to sneak into celebrity events for whatever reason, usually troublesome college dropouts. Such as the case for the high brow pool party that Jasmine and her film director husband Rick were invited to. Of course it wasn’t a typical pool party. This party carried a honorary maternity theme for fashion stars and divas much like herself, as Jasmine was pregnant with twins.
“Watch your step hun,” Rick told her, supporting her up the stairs leading into the mansion hosting said gathering. Jasmine climbed carefully to not harm her beloved twins in her and managed well thanks to her husband.
“Thank you sweetie,” Jasmine told Rick.
“My pleasure as always, shall we?” Rick motioned toward the front door. Jasmine nodded and the two entered.
The mansion wasn’t worth noting in either of their minds as they walked to the other end, just another typical fancy mansion owned by people of high society. In short, expensive but luxurious. Luckily the party would be outside in the large backyard and pool out in the grace of the sun, with a nearby forest to provide needed shade. There were the usual set pieces of a party strewn across the yard. Tables and chairs with silverware and the like, music playing from the patio. It was very pristine. The two were immediately greeted by fellow colleagues and fashion stars, many pregnant themselves but not all. Jasmine has been to many parties like this in the past but this time felt different, due to her special cargo and the theme. Although her twins weren’t the only reason her stomach was extended.
The festivity started with an Introductory speech by the host of the party, Ms. Howard of the Hollywood administration, thanking the attendees for coming and honoring the joys of maternity. Jasmine can tell from the passion in her voice that she is someone who has a natural born caretaker like personality. Very warm and welcoming. Sadly she couldn’t focus as stomach cramps attack her mercilessly during the presentation, caused by something deep within her digestive tract.
Jasmine had been into the obscure panty poop fetish and wanted to have an ‘accident’ for the past few days, preparing by using her food cravings to make a huge load. However this plan backfired as it unintentionally constipated her. This means that by the time of the current party, an extraordinary amount of waste has been stuck inside her gathering mass. logs and logs of poop were collecting itself with little remaining patience. It had gotten to the point of even blocking up her whole bladder, engorging on hot piss with nowhere to release said piss. This excessive waste have been enlarging both her bowels and her bladder to an absurd degree for days, shown off externally by Jasmine’s extended belly. Now it was becoming uncomfortable being bloated for this long. Made worse by Jasmine’s pregnancy, normally her twins would influence her bodily functions to act more aggressively and make her use the bathroom more frequently. This and her unfortunate constipation have not mixed well at all for these past few days, though the cramps have mercilessly been minimal. Jasmine even contemplated the possibility that she might end up having a full blown accident right here at the party. but at this point she didn't care now, she would do anything to be free from the excessive guttural cramping.
Regardless, both Jasmine and Rick did their best to enjoy the party, and converse with many famous personalities. People held their conversations to the usual topics and occasional gossip. While the attendees were mostly fashion stars, quite a few Hollywood and internet types were also present. Although strangely enough, there were many maintenance people here too. They were under the host’s employ and were just minding themselves, why? Jasmine couldn’t fathom their presence. As the party carried on, Jasmine could feel her bloated innards' contents slosh inside. It was an strange experience that was sadly not worth the bloating. While Rick would talk to actors and actresses that he worked with before, Jasmine contented herself with her fellow fashion models. The maternity theme worked in Jasmine’s favor surprisingly, as she was alongside trusted friends who were also pregnant like her. This made Jasmine feel more relaxed and opened up about her current situation to her close colleagues.
“Oh yeah I’ve had a few moments like that already,” Marcy said, a fellow fashion star on the rise and a friend to Jasmine.
“Really, you too?” Jasmine asked surprised.
“Oh yeah. When I had my first kid, I couldn't stop pissing and shitting myself all the time. Believe me I tried not to, but I only ended up burning though tons of panties," Marcy admitted without any hint of embarrassment.
"Why didn't you try diapers?” asked another friend, Anika. She was someone who would be a professor for her book-smarts if she wasn’t already a famous voice actress.
"I did thought of it, but personally not my style. Not dunking on those who do use them though, had a friend like that growing up. It is what it is," Marcy responded.
"Well I can't get a diaper right now," Jasmine said.
“Well you don't really need one in all honesty," Anika said matter-of-factually. "In fact It is very common the world over, it's not even out of the ordinary to have an accident out in the open you know?”
Jasmine raised her eyebrow, “An accident? In the open? You don’t mean-”
“Peeing and pooping yourself in front of the public?” Marcy interjected.
“Well… yes,” Jasmine answered feeling a little embarrassed. “I mean, I know it isn’t unusual to sometimes wet or mess yourself. It’s well known to happen all the time and is generally accepted as a part of everyday life. But in public? With people watching…”
“Yeah well, it's actually way more common than you think. Especially if someone was experiencing internal problems or pregnant. In your case, you’ve got both problems under her belt,” Anika revealed.
“Oh? Is that why...?” Jasmine asked, referring to the maintenance folks nearby.
“Yep, the host Ms. Howard did her homework.” Anika said, with Marcy nodding in agreement.
Knowing these facts helped alleviate some of the worries she held in her head. However during their conversation, Jasmine's accumulated filth was now once again attempting to push out deep inside her. Her insides were so engorged by her waste inside, that it was begging to be emptied just to revert back to normal size. Both her bowels and her bladder wanted this nonsense to end just as much as Jasmine. This time, her constipation was still in full effect, but not as strongly as before. Her stubborn anus was beginning to weaken. Jasmine began to blush and outwardly show the first signs of panic, as she began to fully realize what might happen at any moment. Though as if the universe had a coincidental sense of timing, someone else was about to beat her to the finish line.
Hearing a strange sound behind her, Jasmine and her colleagues turned to the source. Only to see a well known actress nearby had begun crying as she soiled herself out of nowhere. Her pants were swelling up as her underwear was filled with poop. Guess the food didn’t agree with her at all. While the actress was helped out by her friends as well as Ms. Howard as maintenance workers stood by in support, the event had stirred Jasmine’s anus to accelerate it's weakening state. Any moment now, what has happened will be repeated by Jasmine, only 5x worse.
“You're at your limit, aren’t you?” A familiar voice spoke. Jasmine Identified it as her husband, who was checking on her.
“Is it that obvious?” Jasmine asked.
“Kind of, you're not being subtle Jasmine,” Marcy said.
“It's about to come out at any moment, and I can tell there’s a lot in me,” Jasmine admitted to her close circle.
“Yeah, I figured it was gonna be big. You were going to shit yourself when you got constipated weren’t you?” Ricked asked, knowing full well the answer. Jasmine nodded which made Rick smile. ‘Of course,’ he thought, Jasmine’s always up to something dirty.
“You know it’s ok to let it all go, no one will think less of you if you do,” Anika said supportingly.
“Maybe, but even then it still feels embarrassing. I don’t even know if I even can,” Jasmine said.
“Nonsense. I can tell whatever you have in you will break though if you give a good push. So go ahead and let her rip,” Rick encouraged.
“Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, feeling her waste moving once again. Almost as if it was motivated by Rick’s words.
Everyone around her smiled including Rick “Hon, you’ve been really struggling for a while and I can’t stand it. I got you back all the way. Besides, I've seen it all already. Do your worst.”
Rick’s approval was all Jasmine’s body needed to beat the blockage. Her body automatically made a concerted effort to push as hard as it can to get her shit and piss out. Suddenly Jasmine could feel a massive hot mass instantly fill her underwear in mere seconds. At long last she was pooping. Yet she had only just begun and her panties were already full, that didn't bother the poop still plopping into it. Even though Jasmine was wearing a long dress, everyone around her could clearly hear and definitely smell what was happening in her panties. Her bowels deflated along with her belly just as her underwear did the exact opposite, filling up with huge logs of shit while Jasmine was overcome by the nectar of relief. Shortly after the bladder finally was unclogged too, resulting with a violent stream of hot pee jetting out into her poopy panties. The piss soaked all the poop making it even wetter than it already was, while also pouring down Jasmine's legs into the puddles below with a loud hiss. Rick meanwhile held his wife’s hand to keep her at ease, calling for the attention of the clean up boys. Mere seconds after the pooping began, Jasmine’s underwear was completely destroyed. The seat, rear, front, the whole of the fabric was ruined by either her nasty crap or her piss. In fact the undies couldn’t take it as it dragged down to the ground as its excessive contents spilled out ceaselessly.
That’s when Jasmine’s ears picked up the sound of poop again, but not from herself. Given the sheer scale of her ‘little’ accident must have made other watchers poop their pants. A quick glance around her revealed some of her fellow stars had the same face she had right now. Another glance showed some wetting themselves as well, with wet blotches forming on their pants and skirts. Quite the situation this was becoming for her. Whether or not they were peeing or pooping intentionally or not was beyond Jasmine’s capacity, especially since she was still busy emptying herself from both ends herself. She could only guess how bad everyone else was doing. Some might have big lumpy bulges while others had plump wet mush in their panties. Some might had some pee come out while others drenched their dresses full stop. Jasmine would never know the extent of everyone else's accidents.
Thinking this way was utterly embarrassing yet satisfying for Jasmine, feeling her evacuation continuing for what seemed never ending. She didn’t want to acknowledge her shit in between her legs where her undies were now being buried under. Nor did she want to admit to all the pee all over her legs and soaked shoes and socks. The smell didn’t help matters as it grew fouler with every stool that came out of her. Suddenly with a loud snap and slimy plop, her poopy panties broke under the weight and fell with its load onto the growing pile on the ground below her. Still she wasn’t done as she continued pooping and peeing, forming a small sloppy mountain below her. After another minute it finally ended for Jasmine with a final tinkle of pee dribbling onto the pile below.
“Finished?” Rick asked.
Jasmine nodded grateful, yet still embarrassed for how awful the mess she made was. Panting she was nervous over how bad the pile under her was. In realty it was truly a mountain of poop towering from the ground. logs lying on top one another, one could mistaken this load for an elephant's. Covered and surrounded by a sea of pee that acted as the icing on the shit cake. Somewhere buried in that pile was Jasmine's former panties, surly to be lost forever forgotten. But at least her bowels and bladder were finally empty and calm, no more bloating. Even Jasmine's stomach had shrunken quite a bit.
“My my, someone really had to go did they?” A voice asked from afar. Both Jasmine and Rick turned to see Ms. Howard smiling at them. Rick nodded back and pointed to the ground to give emphasis to the extent of what Jasmine had done.
“Oh dear, well don’t worry friends. I had prepared for something like this given the theme, you really can’t help it when you have precious cargo sometimes,” The host assured, just as the maintenance workers arrived to start the clean up. Jasmine and Rick walked over to Ms. Howard to extend their apologies.
“No worries friends. Let my workers take care of the mess, I’m paying them extra for working today for this reason. While they do that, go ahead to the second floor bathroom. There’ll be spare panties and cleaning wipes waiting for you to use at your leisure. Don’t worry about the others either, they will be taken care of too,” Ms. Howard graciously offered to the couple.
“Thank you so much, I owe you one,” Jasmine said, grateful for the host’s hospitality.
“You don’t owe me anything daring, just take care of yourself ok?” The host smiled. After this exchange, the two headed back indoors to clean up. Jasmine felt much better after unleashing her load and was glad to get it all out. Shame for what happened to her underwear, oh well. Going up the stairs, she noticed a portrait on the wall that was very telling. Ms. Howard and her late husband, and their five kids. Of course she’s a caretaker, she too had seen it all. As for Marcy and Anika, they only sighed to themselves at their table.
“You think she’ll be ok?” Anika pondered.
“Oh yeah. Rick will take care of Jasmine, she’s very lucky to have him. Let alone having a kid together.”
“Very true. At least we’re used to it,” Anika mused. Marcy agreed as the both of them had something warm and mushy in their undies. A plump bulge stained brown sat in their panties, the poop nestled happily inside without resistance. Well they weren't planning on doing such a thing, but Jasmine shouldn’t have all the pleasure of relief. Later on Jasmine and Rick would rejoin them and enjoy the rest of the party joyfully. Looking back, Jasmine learned to laugh off this misadventure fondly, even sharing it to other women like herself.
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“Goddamn this party’s literally a dump,” A voice said, silent and sneaky. With all the commotion going on, trespassers were afoot in the form of the college delinquents from earlier. They had stealthily used the forest next by to get closer to the property. While they were here to try to ‘misplace’ some booze, they too were distracted by the little incident. They were certainly close enough to smell everything that happened. By the time they refocused, they’re window of opportunity was long gone. The extra commotion would make it much harder to infiltrate the party without being caught.
“Shit, we need to bail. We’ll have to try someplace else,” The delinquent leader said.
“And at another time, I need to head back to the campus pronto,” another voice said.
The two punks discussed their future plans while the third member remained distracted, still watching the party until one of them got their attention.
“Hey Avery, you alright?” The leader asked.
“Oh yeah, it’s just the smell is unbearable,” she said.
“Heh, yeah I agree. Let’s bolt before the stench knocks us all out,” The leader said. “You’ll be okay on your own?” He asked his partners in crime.
Both nodded confidently and with that, the trio split into their own destinations, sneaking off back into the forest. Avery however waited till the others were gone and looked back at the scene before leaving. The messy fashion star was heading inside and the staff had already cleaned up half of the mess on the back lawn. In contrast to what Avery had said a minute ago, she took in a good whiff of the stink in the air with awakened vigor. The reason was not because of what the woman did, but what Avery did.
Walking past the pine trees and thick shrubs Avery found herself a secluded spot in the woods. After a quick check to make sure she was alone, she reached over to her butt and dipped her hand into her jeans, feeling something warm and firm inside her underwear. Seeing the celebrity shit herself like that, made something in Avery’s mind click. Before Avery knew what was happening, her body automatically relaxed and poop plopped out into her panties right on the spot. Two slimy logs found themselves settled in her pants without resistance of any kind. Avery didn’t even push the logs out of her, they just slid out freely. Of course the others didn’t notice, not with the spectacle already on display, plus they wouldn’t tell her stink from the celebrity.
Avery never had pooped her pants before in her life, yet it felt oddly satisfying. Feeling her waste in her undies, she was wondering why she never tried this before. Despite this, she hadn’t actually emptied herself fully yet. With no one around, Avery felt curious and didn’t mind finishing what she started right here in the forest. Undoing her jeans, Avery gave a slight push to let the rest of her shit know it was okay to come out. Wet sloppy noise ripped from her butt as brown shit began filling her dirty underwear yet again. Softer and mushier than her previous logs, her fresh poop filled her panties quickly, her logs being buried by the squishy mush. Her load was not as ridiculously big as that fashion star, but her underwear was quite heavy and bulging by the time Avery was done pooping. Though sadly her bladder wasn't full of pee at the moment, a missed opportunity for sure.
“Ahhh,” Avery happily sighed, smelling the odor of her poop. Pulling her pants back up, her load squished against her ass being confined by her jeans. Feeling her soft crap nuzzle her ass cheeks was beginning to turn her on. With that dirty thought in mind, Avery started heading back to her dorm, eager to ‘explore’ more in private. Every step she took squashed her poop more onto her butt, and thus made her crotch wetter. The others might have left empty handed, but Avery certainly didn’t, not by a long shot.
The End
Edited May 27 by Messy96
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A hypnosis based story focusing on heavy humiliation/degredation/emasculation, with lots of bedwetting and fear/stress/submissive wetting based on an adoptable i bought a while ago. The kind of hypnosis focused on repetition. Very little introduction, just straight into it.
This is my first time posting anything I've written, i hope you like it 👉👈
Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.
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Part 1.
When he'd said yes to this, Travis had been sure it was fake. He'd maybe been a bit mean, poking fun at his new roommate for believing so sincerely in something like hypnosis, not to mentioned he believed he could actually do it himself, too. He had laughed when Joss challanged him to let himself be hypnotize, agreeing immiditaly, feeling totally secure and not afraid to put his money where his mouth was.
He wasn't laughing now, however. His eyes followed the mesmerizing swing of the eccentric looking pocketwatch joss was swaying infront of him. He distantly heard Joss's voice, saying something about relaxing, about focusing on the watch. He'd been saying that for a while, atleast that's what Travis thought. How much time had passed actually? He didn't know, and he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. His mind was far to full of a distant voice belonging to someone he no longer remembered, and the side to side swinging of the pocket watch. Maybe it was no one elses voice at all, but merely his own thoughts.
"You", said the voice. "Are a bedwetter".
Shock ran through him. No, that wasn't true, why would would anyone think that?
"Thats right. You are a bedwetter. You just don't wake up when you have to pee at night. No, you simply pee in your bed, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Yes..
and it happens every night. Every night you brush your teeth, put on your pjamas, get in bed, and drift off to sleep. Then, when you wake up in the morning, your bed is wet. You... are a bedwetter"
A deep embarrassment filled him at the tought of it. It was not true. Ok, the part about brushing his teeth was true, and the part about putting on his pj's... but he didn't wet the bed!
"You're embarrassed, arn't you? Yes, of course. Wetting the bed at your age? Of course you're embarrassed. Most people stop wetting the bed by the time they are 5 years old, and here you are, a fully grown adult, still peeing yourself every night"
Shame burned inside him. Just as the voice said, he was embarrassed. A distant memory from when he was a child floated across his mind. A memory of waking up in soaked sheets, the feeling of devistation when he realized he'd had another accident, knowing he was too old for this. That was so long ago...wait, was it long ago? Was he even a child in that memory?
"That's right. You're a bedwetter. And you know what that means, don't you? You will wet the bed again. When you go to sleep tonight, you will wake up wet. And the night after that, and the night after that. Every night, for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter that you're embarrassed, it doesn't matter how much you dont want it to happen. You're just a helpless bedwetter, you have no control"
He felt that feeling of wrongness, of resistance. He didn't want to wet his bed... but that didn't matter, he realized. He couldn't choose whether or not he wet the bed... he had no controll.
"That's right, you have no choice. What you want doesn't matter, you can't help it. When you fall asleep, you wake up wet, it's inevitable. You're too pathetic to do anything about it. You have no control"
That memory wafted through his mind again, and indeed, he was no child. He was an adult, waking up in a wet bed. He unconciously swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could he still be wetting his bed, even at 22 years old? He felt so humiluated, coming to the realization that it would always be like this. There was nothing he could do... he couldn't do anything about it.
"You know what else is embarrassing? You pee yourself when you're nervous"
Another wave of shock shot through him. That defenetly wasn't true. He did not wet himself while he was awake.
"Yes, yes you do. You feel it right now, don't you? When you're stressed it's like your bladder shrinks to half it's size. You're a weak little man, you can't defend yourself, you can't handle stressful situations... all you can do is pee your pants to show how pathetic you are, and hope someone takes pity on you"
That thought was terrifying. Being forced to humiliate himself like that because he was weak and helpless...
His bladder felt full, but for the life of him there was nothing he could do to focus on it. The swaying of the watch was all he could really register.
"You don't want that, do you? You don't want to piss your pants. But that doesn't matter. You're weak, you're pathetic, you have no way to defend yourself from anyone. It doesn't matter how much you don't want to, you have no control. You're too scared, too insecure, too nervous. You wet yourself when you're nervous, you know you do".
If he had been more concious, maybe he would have noticed his seat grow warm and wet, or heard the splattering on the floor, but he didn't. There was only an eccentric looking pocket watch, swinging soothingly from side to side.
"Well now.... you see? You've wet yourself", the voice pointed out for him.
Any doubts in his mind got drowned out by shame when he realized the voice was right. Despite his blank expression in real life, his inner consciousness was writhing in shame. When had it happened? Why?
'because you're a weakling, because you have no control', his subconscious whispered back at him.
"It's to be expected. You're a bedwetter, it's not so strange you would wet yourself while awake too. Stressful situations are just too much for you. You have no control"
It did make sense. He didn't like it, but it did make sense.
"Good" the voice praised him, drawn out and pleased. "You understand. Now you say it"
He didn't really understand. Say it? He wasn't sure he remebered how to speak.
"Say it. You're a bedwetter. Even though you're an adult, you wet the bed every night"
"Im... a bedwetter" he mumbled out, surpring himself. "Even though I'm an adult... i wet the bed... every night"
"That's right" it praised again. "And you wet your pants when you're nervous. Stressful feelings are too much for a bedwetter like you, and it makes you piss yourself. Come on, say it"
"I wet my pants... when I'm nenervous", He repeated carefully. The voice was quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. The puddle he was sitting in reminded him it was all true.
"It's overwhelming...and it makes me... pee myself..."
"Very good. That's right. And how do you feel about that?"
"...it's embarrassing..." he awnsered, his voice thin and fragile. He didn't want to wet himself. He was 22 years old!
"But there's nothing you can do, is there?"
"...no, there's nothing i can do"
There it was. The deal was sealed. He had admitted it himself, and it would now be reality.
To be continued.
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If anyone reads this, please tell me what you think... this is purely self indulgent, but i hope it scratches the itch for some of you, too.
Edited June 8 by BedwetterAlexi
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I have to travel for 8 hours today, and have nothing to do while stuck on the train exept work on this, it's really stuck in my mind.
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Part 2
"Very good boy" the distant voice said, and for some reason it was so soothing. Travis had never really hunted for the approval of others, but for some reason... he felt like he needed it from this voice.
"When i wake you up, you're not going to remember this. You'll know what you've learned. You're a bedwetter. You pee your pants when you're nervous. There's nothing you can do about it. You have no control"
This time the words caused no big volitile reaction in him, just a passive feeling that this information was correct.
"You won't remember that you know, but you'll know. Now, on the count of three..."
The voice was fading almost completely away by the end, as Travis was almost fully asleep. For a while, he had no idea how long, there was only a peacefull silence and all black around him.
The sound of Joss's fingers snapping jolted him back to reality. He blinked, feeling surprisingly stale. He didn't think he'd been sitting here for that long. Other then that, and the fact he was a bit sleepy, he didn't feel any different though.
"So?" He yawned. "Any luck hypnotizing me or whatever?"
"I'd say so, you were out for a while. It's been like 2 hours", Joss responded with a smug smile.
Travis blinked. "2 hours? Well damn, you sure lulled me asleep, ill give you that"
"You're crying, by the way"
The comment took a moment to register, but when he brought a hand to his eyes he felt wetness streaked down his face. "What the hell?" He mumbled, confused. He glanced at the other man, who looked strangly exited, like he was anticipating something.
"Uuuh.." he said, feeling weirdly vulnerable under his expectant gaze. "Ok, weird. You clearly did something i guess. Probably not real hypnosis though" he blushed, guessing the anticipation was for him to admit he had been wrong. He wouldn't fold that easily.
The hypnotist gave a knowing smile. "You'll see"
"Alright, well..." Travis chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed, starting to stand up from his wooden chair. As soon as he stood, a splattering was heard from the floor.
"Oh my" Joss said, probably not as surprised as he should've been. But Travis didn't notice, he simply stared down at his soaked pants in shock.
"Looks like you wet yourself"
A small panic sprung out in him, his face going beet red from the blunt observation. How could this have happened? Was this actually happening? He looked rapidly between his wet crotch and his new roommate, pure humiliation on his face. The hypnotist had an expression of mild surprise, but looked more like he was holding back a laugh. Oh no.
"I-i-i...i mean-! You! You did this??" He questioned frantically, uselessly covering his wet spot with his hands, drops still dripping down his thighs from the wet fabric, into the small puddle on the floor. Oh god, he was standing in a puddle of his own piss infront of this loser he just made fun off.
"No... you must have gotten too relaxed during the session. You should have told me you're a bedwetter and i would have put a towel down or something"
"I am NOT a bedwetter!" He exclaimed, scandalized.
"Riiight..." he said, eyeing the wet tracks dripping lazily down the other mans thighs with a smug smile. Travis had never been more humiliated in his life.
"This never happens ok!? I-i-ive never been Hypnotized before, maybe this can happen? Yes, yeah that's probably it... h-hey, people wet themsleves sometimes when they get hypnotized, right?" He begged, face burning.
"Hm...not really. Well sometimes, but usually just people who wet the bed a lot. Because a hypnotic trans is kind of like being asleep" he shrugged in response.
"Oh god... im not a bedwetter, i swear"
"Yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time. Anyway, i have to head out. Make sure to clean up after yourself", he dissmissed.
Travis was too stunned and embarrassed to respond, and just sort of stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened as Joss stuffed a few things into his backpack, threw on his jacket and left to go wherever he had to be. Travis did not have the mental capacity to even think about that right now.
He put a trying and careful hand on his crotch, feeling the wet fabric. He couldn't believe that just happened. Though it pained him to admit it, even quietly in his own mind, maybe he shouldn't be messing with this hypnosis stuff afterall.
When he finally got over his shock enough, he gingerly started cleaning up. He did his best to not think about how badly he'd embarrassed himself as he wiped up the puddle with a towel, threw his pissed pants and underwear in the washing machine, and scrubbed himself clean in the shower. By the time he was done, he felt a bit better, less panicked for sure. He just didn't understand why this had happened to him. He wasn't lying to Joss, he hadn't wet the bed since he was maybe 4 or 5 years old. He cringed inwardly as he remembered Joss rolling his eyes when he had denied being a bedwetter, he clearly didn't believe him. God, this was so embarrassing. Travis tried to swallow his pride. He gambled on what he thought was a safe bet and lost, and he got a bit embarrassed as a result. That wasn't so bad, not the end of the world. He would just laugh it off, take the jokes, and eventually it would just be a distant memory of a bizzare experience.
This thought calmed him down, and he took a deep breath. It was late aftertoon, he had nowhere to be today other then throw the laundry in the drier when it was done... he elected to play some video games until bed time, a common thing he did to destress.
By nightfall he felt much better, infact he was a bit embarrassed that he had reacted like he did earlier. He acknowledged he'd been a little shitty to Joss, mocking him like he had, but he'd gotten his justideserts. He'd get back on good terms with him, he thought as he pulled his clothes off and got into his pj's, consisting of a comfortable oversized shirt and some plush, blue pjamas pants.
It didn't take him too long to fall asleep once he layed down, but he hadn't been alseep for long before his new programming began to kick into effect.
Bedwetter... that's right, he was a bedwetter. He was supposed to pee when he was asleep, of course. His bladder muscles completely relaxed, and slowly, warm urine began to leak out of him, dripping into his underwear. He sleapt soundly, completely unaware as it went from a little drip, to a small stream, to a freeflowing river. A wet spot rapidly expanded from his crotch as he wet himself, to the bed underneath him, soaking into his mattress and sheets. The stream eventually trickled out, leaving Travis sleeping peacefully in an eclosed cocoon of wetness. It was warm and comforting, and his subconscious felt at peace. It felt right to sleep in a wet bed. He was a bedwetter, afterall.
To be continued.
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More dialoge this chapter... i hope it's ok 😳
Edited May 28 by BedwetterAlexi
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I loved writing this part. Whenever i have a bedwetting accident, the humiliation when i wake up and having to do the cleanup is so arousing for me. I hope you enjoy.
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Part 3
Travis woke up slowly, the world blinking into focus around him. He let himself enjoy floating inbetween unconsciousness and the land of the living for a good, long while, since he didn't have any classes until the afternoon, and he could sleep in guilt free. The sounds of the world outside slowly woke him up more and more, until he begrudgingly had to admit to himself that he was awake. He curved his back and lifted his arms, feeling a satesfying stretching in his muscles, before turning over to grab his phone off his nightstand.
As soon as he moved, he noticed something was wrong. He felt weirdly sticky, and the sheets seemed to be clinging to him? Almost like he was...
Travis's stomach dropped. He was being stupid, no, there was no way. He lay paralyzed, not knowing what to do for a what felt like an eternity. Slowly, as if it would suddently become sentient and bite him if he moved any faster, he reached for his comforter. He hesitated for a drawn out moment before lifting it just as carefully, holding his breath with anticipation.
It was *soaked*.
It was almost like hed just gotten out of a pool and imiditaly layed down in bed. A giant dark blue spot originating from his groin, covering his entire lap and continuing down his leg almost down to his knees. The huge wet spot that encircled him on his otherwise white sheet, had a yellow tint to it, and the underside of his duvet was thoroughly soaked. A strong scent of urine hit him in the face as soon as he lifted his duvet, confirming the already obvious conclusion.
He'd wet his bed.
His face went ruby red all the way down to his chest as he stared at himself, unable to year his eyes away. How could he have wet the bed, he was 22 years old! He was in college! He hadn't drank or anything yesterday, why was this happening?
He quickly covered himself up again with the duvet, whipping his head to the other bed in the room, and he had never been more releved in his life when he found it empty. He sat up, his legs and stomach still covered, and cringed as cold air hit his back. He was wet there too, almost up to the lower edge of his shoulderblades. In a quick motion, Travis got out of bed, standing turned away from it as he looked over himself in the long mirror attached to his dorm room's closet.
The huge spot covering his lap was so much darker then the rest of the fabric, and it was uncomfortably chilly now that he had gotten up. He gingerly turned around to get a look at his back, swallowing thickly as he saw his white shirt had gone slightly seethrough where it stuck to his skin, and the wet spot on his pants enveloping his entire ass and the back of his thighs.
He looked back to his bed, seeing the damage from a birds eye view. It was really bad. The underside of his comforter was completely soaked along with his mattress and, of course, the sheets. Anxiety filled him as he stood at the edge of the bed. What was he going to do? To wash his sheets he would have to carry them through several large common areas down to the basement, where the communal laundry room was. And what if Joss came back and saw the big wet spot on his mattress? Oh god, Joss already thought he was a bedwetter. He couldn't know about this, he would never live it down. And after he somehow wet himself infront of him yesterday by being hypnotized, too...
While he grew more and more anxious, lost in his train of thought, he didn't notice his bladder give out. There wasn't much in there, having emptied itself in his bed overnight, but a little gush came out, rewetting the already wet fabric, and trailing down his right leg. It pooled ever so slightly around his foot.
Travis shook his head violently, rudding his hands hard over his face. He couldn't be thinking of how humiliated he'd been yesterday, or how humiliated he was right now, he had to focus on not humiliating himself again, later. As he went to start working, he noticed his right foot was wet. He looked down, and found to his confusion he was standing in a small puddle about half the size of the foot itself. There also seemed to be a small streak down from the larger wet spot on his pants.
"Oh shit, it must be dripping..." he mumbled outloud to himself, starting to strip out if his urine soaked garments. Second time in two days he's had to put his pissed pants to wash, an intrusive thought reminded him. Travis tried to stand the wave of shame, focusing on the task at hand while his face heated up again.
He worked fast, and soon his bed was stripped, the window was open, and the comforter layed out across the floor with the wet side up. It would be too big to fit in the washingmachine or the dryer, he would just have to dry it with a hairdryer the way he was doing with the matress. He dried up the acsess wetness with a towel first, and then got to work with the hairdrier on the hottest and strongest setting. He hated having to sit there, unable to put his childish accident out of his mind as he had to make direct eyecontact with the evidence.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually both the mattress and comforter were dry, though both were sporting big, beyond embarrassing, yellow stains now. Anyone who saw this would know he'd peed the bed in his sleep like a child. The embarrassment burned in him while he put on his spare sheets and picked up the laundry basket with the soaked once to head down to the laundry room.
He luckily managed to get his laundry done without being stopped by anyone, and he began to calm down again. He came to the conclution the bedwetting must have been the lingering effect of the hypnosis. It had obviously relaxed him so deeply it made him pee, so maybe it had just made him sleep super deeply last night. He pointedly ignored the part where Joss had said it was, in fact, not normal to wet yourself during hypnosis.
His morning was pretty much entierly lost to the cleanup, but he spent the time he had left earing breakfast, having some tea and reviewing the material for his afternoon class. He tried not to think about the fact that Joss was also in that class, remembering the last time they'd spoken. Travis shook his head, focusing back on his work.
To be continued.
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Joss of course noticed his hypnosis had worked, he's just letting Travis believe nobody knows his little secret...😳 |
I came while writing this... hope you do the same...😳
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Part 4
Eventually, inevitably, the time for class came, and Travis dragged his feet all the way there, hoping to put it off as long as possible. All too soon he was walking through the door, eyes scanning quickly over the lecture hall. Sure enough, he spotted Joss a bit in the back, textbook, notebook and a large bottle of ice tea infront of him. Travis felt a small blush creep on to his face. He knew Joss had no idea about his...accident last night, but for some reason he felt like he knew. He was going to pretend he hadn't seen him, but then Joss noticed him looking. The other man waved casually, and Travis crused under his breath. Now he had to go sit beside him, anything else would be extremely awkward and weird, concidering he wasn't really friends with anyone else in this class. He waved in return, sitting down in the seat next to Joss's. He steeled himself. Better to grab the bull by the horns, he thought to himself.
"Hey man" Travis tested, somewhat nervously. Unbeknownst to himself, his rappidly filling bladder weakened slightly.
"Hey. Sorry i had to hurry out yesterday, had to get to my part time job. Was going to appologize when i got back but you were already asleep" Joss explained casually.
Travis's entire face went beet red at the mention of yesterday. He unconciously dribbled a little in his underwear while he tried to regain his composure.
"It's uh... it's fine. Sorry about all that, that was litterally the craziest thing I've ever experienced" Travis responded, bashful.
A sly smile spread across Joss's face.
"So...still believe hypnosis is, as you said, stupid bullshit?"
"...ok, maybe that was a little mean" he chuckled in response, feeling awkward. "No, i think you pretty throughly proved me wrong. Still don't understand how it works, really, but clearly there's something to it"
"...huh"
Travis looked up at Joss, finding his sly smile gone, replaced by a more innocent, surprised expression.
"What?"
"No, nothing. Just didn't think you'd actually admit it" Joss shrugged.
"Hey, when im wrong, im worng" Travis shrugged in return, giving a crocked smile.
With that the air seemed to get lighter between them, and the knot in Travis's stomch loosened a bit. Class started and they focused away from eatchother and onto the teacher, taking lazy notes as the class went on. Travis didn't entierly understand alot of the subject, so he had pretty sparse notes, but Joss's seemed more fleshed out. Maybe he was really smart or something.
About halfway through the class, Joss leaned into his space. Travis looked up, currious what had led him to break the comfortable peace between them.
"By the way, Travis..." he said in a light but noticably very quiet voice.
"What?"
"I was wondering..." he paused a little, darting his eyes around Travis's face, almost like he was studying him. "Did you end up wetting your bed last night?"
Travis's anxiety immiditaly spiked thought the roof, and suddently his bladder felt about 3 sizes smaller. But there was no focus to spare on that though, he needed to awnser this question. Time to lie, and pray to god he lied well.
"H-huh?"
Travis internally slapped himself when his voice cracked.
"Did you have another bedwetting accident last night" Joss clearified.
"Agai-...! Dude, i told you, i-i dont-... i don't pee the bed" Travis mumbled, bearly audible while staring holes into his notebook. He couldn't feel it, but his poor bladder was bearly holding on, muscles weakening by the second.
"Hey, no judgement, it's not your fault. You can't help it, there's nothing you can do about it"
The phrase was a trigger, and any chance his subconscious had of fighting back went flying out the window. He was right, there was nothing he could do about it. He had wet his bed last night, just like a bedwetter like him was meant to, and while it had been extremely embarrassing, that didn't matter. He couldn't help peeing his bed, he was, and always would be, a bedwetter, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was so embarrassed Joss knew about his little bedwetting problem, embarrassed and nervous and scared. It was far too intense for him, he was just a weak and pathetic little man. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't do anything... anything exept... show Joss how pathetic he was and hope for sympathy.
All this thought process happened lightning fast in the back of Travis's brain, but all he conciously noticed was the sudden heat. A hot wetness spread around his crotch at a somewhat slow but unstoppable pace. In a panic, Travis looked down, only to see his pants darkening infront of his very eyes. Was he wetting himself? Was he actually pissing his pants in the middle of this cowded classroom right now? This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be. Every muscle in his body tensed immiditaly, and he squeezed his thighs together as hard as he could, but it was no use. No matter how hard he tried to contract his bladder muscles, they wouldn't budge. He held his breath to avoid crying out in distress, feeling tears well up in his eyes as he helplessly watched a puddle pool around him on the bench. Oh god, he was in public, there were people all around him, everyone was going to see. Joss was looking directly at him, he knew, but he didn't dare even glance in his direction. He couldnt do anything other then stare down at his own lap as he wet himself, fully awake in broad daylight.
His puddle expanded at an unforgiving pace, and Travis felt a helpless dread as it was about to spill over the edge of the bench. Everyone was going to hear it, and they would all turn to look at him, and they'd all see-
Suddently his lap was doused in cold liquid. The temperature shift made him jump in shock, and for a moment he was disoriented.
"Oh fuck, sorry, sorry" hissed Joss from beside him.
Confused, on the verge of tears, and still uncontrollably peeing, Travis looked from Joss, to his lap, to the rest of the room, most of whom had turned to look at him. He sat paralyzed as his crotch rapidly heated up again, his bladder fully emptying itself under the weight of everyone's stares.
Eventually, his brain caught up. Joss had tipped his bottle of ice tea over, spilling it all over Travis's lap, disguising the fact he was peeing himself right infront of everyone.
"Shit shit shit" Joss pretend fussed. "I'm so sorry, fuck, let me help you"
He grabbed Travis by the arm, hoisting him up despite his paralyzed state. The teacher said something or other, scolding Joss in some way, and he appologized more as he led Travis out of the classroom.
The way back to the dorm room was a blurr, one moment he was somewhere else, and then the next he was there. When he manage to get out of his state of shock and into his own head again, he noticed Joss was strangely quiet, deep in thought. Shame sat heavy like a boulder of lead in his stomach. He may have avoided the whole class witnessing his accidents, but Joss had seen. He'd been right beside him, seeing him loose control over his bladder out of nowhere, like a toddler who was failing his potty training. Pathetic, he was so pathetic.
After standing there quietly in his wet pants for far to long, he finally realized he should be changing. He scampered into the bathroom with a pair of clean boxers and a new shirt, avoiding looking at Joss, changed out of his pee and tea soaked clothes and took a quick, body-only shower. When he stepped out, he felt better, but still a bit dazed. He looked at the soaked pants on the floor and felt shame wash over him, knowing it was the 3rd time he'd wet himself in less then 48 hours. What was happening to him? First he pees himself during the hypnosis, then he wets the bed for the first time since he was a child, and now he wets himself fully awake with no warning? This was so humiliating, and what if something was seriously wrong with him. Did he need to go to a doctor? He cringedat the thought of going to a doctor and having to explain he's been wetting himself.
He walked without much confidence back into their shared bedroom, more then a little surprised to see Joss was still there, sitting on the edge of his own bed.
"So...what was that?" He asked, blunt, but with a certain softness that hadn't been there before.
Travis sniffled and coughed, looking down at Joss's shoes and fiddeling with his own hands. His bladder, although empty, remained completely relaxed and loose, letting pee dripp right out of him as soon as it was formed inside him. Too distracted by his own embarrassment and fear, not to mention Joss's eyes looking right at him, he didn't notice a small wet spot bloom on his fresh, gray boxers.
Joss noticed, but didn't say anything.
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I was concidering maybe making a shorter chapter of Joss's POV where it's mostly him being aroused by humiliating Travis... im not sure, please tell me what you think of that idea if you enjoy this story... anyway, i hope you enjoyed Travis's first daytime accident (tecnically).
Edited June 1 by BedwetterAlexi
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I just finnished this chapter, and i woke up in a wet bed today... maybe bedwetting gave me the power to finnish it 😳
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JOSS POV, PART 4.5
As soon as Joss woke up, he knew his hypnosis had worked. There had been very little doubt in the first place, concidering how easily moldable Travis had been to been to begin with. His mind was like soft, kneaded clay, easy to work with and gave great results. It was quite laughable really, for a sceptic to be so susceptible. It was obvious from the smell in the air, that Travis had wet the bed.
Joss got out of bed, streching until his back popped. He rubbed his hands over his face to wake himself up, walking quietly to Travis's side of the room. He knew he was right, but he just needed to see it for himself. He lifted the covers carefully off the sleeping man, and sure enough, the entire bed was soaked in urine. High and mighty, arrogant little Travis had helplessly peed himself in his sleep as a full adult, all because of the hypnosis he had thought himself too smart to believe in. Joss felt his dick twich at the sight, knowing how ashamed Travis would be when he woke up to find his bed wet. He wanted to stay, witness his reaction when he realized. He would play dumb, pretend he hadn't noticed, ask him why he wouldn't get up, anything to watch him squirm. He wanted to do that so badly, but he needed to get to his morning class. Not that there was any hurry. Joss had made quite sure Travis would never have a dry night again.
He rubbed his cock from the outside of his shorts while he grabbed his phone from his nightstand, snapping a quick photo before gently pulling the covers over his roommate again, and heading into the bathroom to take a shower before class. Only when safely under the warm water, did he let himself start jerking off in earnest. He really wanted to post that photo he'd taken online, expose Travis's little secret before he even knew about it. The itch was intense, but he couldn't. It would take away the best part. Getting to watch him try to hide it, stammering and stuttering for excuses, see his thinly veiled embarrassment as he tried to hide his pissy sheets. Not to mention, the trap he had intentionally set with his carefully chosen hypnotic conditioning.
Travis would wet his bed every night, which would slowly chip away at his confidence, until he was rendered a shy and insecure person, which would make him generally more nervous, which in turn would have him wetting himself while awake, too. He would go from his apathetic, arrogant self to a submissive little bedwetter, unable to get through even a single day without pissing his pants, likely several times. He would break Travis, and he'd have done it all single handedly.
That thought brought him over the edge, making him cum in his own hand, quickly being cleaned by the running water. He breathed a relieved sigh, and finnished his shower in peace.
He didn't think much more about Travis that day until his afternoon class, when the man himself walked in to the lecture hall just short of late. He had forgotten Travis also took this class, but immidiatly felt exited at the realization. He noticed the other mans eyes land on him, and he made sure to wave before he could look away. Travis got an uncomfortable look on his face, but to Joss's mild surprise, actually came to sit next to him.
"Hey man"
He could hear the insecurity in the his voice. Exelent.
"Hey. Sorry i had to hurry out yesterday, had to get to my part time job. Was going to appologize when i got back but you were already asleep" Joss responded, intentionally choosing to bring up last night, wanting to remind him about his accident. It seemed to have worked, as his face went red.
"It's uh... it's fine. Sorry about all that, that was litterally the craziest thing I've ever experienced" Travis shuddered.
"So...still believe hypnosis is, as you said, stupid bullshit?" Joss smiled. Atleast the guy had the decency to look sheepish.
"...ok, maybe that was a little mean" Travis admitted, looking away "No, i think you pretty throughly proved me wrong. Still don't understand how it works, really, but clearly there's something to it"
Joss hadn't expected that response. From what he knew about Travis, he was as obnoxiously stubborn as he was rude. He hadn't expected him to addmit his fault like that.
"...huh" he pondered out loud.
"What?"
"No, nothing. Just didn't think you'd actually admit it" he shrugged
"Hey, when im wrong, im worng" Travis said, giving a crooked, humbled smile.
While a comfortable silence sank between them, Joss's brain was working away, but not necessarily on the class material. He took some lazy notes to seem like he was concentrating, but in reality his mind was elsewhere. It seemed his initial assumption that Travis would be overconfident was inncorrect. Maybe it had all been a front... maybe he'd always been a little insecure. Or maybe he was actually confident, but not as stubborn as he used to be?
Well, there was a way to know for sure, if Travis had insecurity issues or not. He glanced at him in the corner of his eye. He seemed more relaxed then when he came in, trying to write some notes as well. Exitement bubbled in his stomach as he thought of what this ment. If Travis already wasn't as confident as he'd assumed... maybe he could make him nervous enough to make him pee right now.
"By the way, Travis..." Joss started, oh so casually.
"What?" He awnsered, looking up from his book.
"I was wondering...Did you end up wetting your bed last night?" He whispered to the other man, wathing him like a hawk for his reaction.
Travis stiffened immidiatly, face heating up. He suddently got very interested in taking notes, trying to burn holes in the page with his eyes alone.
"H-huh?" He said as his voice cracked. It was so pathetic it was adorable
"Did you have another bedwetting accident last night?" Joss reiterated, making sure to specify "again" to continue with the lie that he believed Travis was already a bedwetter before, and he had nothing at all to do with it.
"Agai-...! Dude, i told you, i-i dont-... i don't pee the bed" Travis halfways squeeled, looking like he wanted to sink into the ground.
"Hey, no judgement, it's not your fault. You can't help it, there's nothing you can do about it" Joss whispered, maybe a bit too intimately, intentionally plucking at one of his carefully implanted triggers.
For a moment, it was like Travis's eyes glaced over. Joss's eyes immiditaly went to Travis's crotch, watching to see if this was actually going to work already. The wait seemed to last forever, but in reality was only a few seconds, before a dark spot appeared on his jeans, silently spreading right infront of his eyes. Travis tensed up, uselessly trying to squeeze his thighs together, but he keapt helplessly peeing in his pants. Joss bit his lip, utterly entranced by Travis's despare and lack of controll. To think he'd only been hypnotised yesterday, and he was already so easy to trigger an accident for. He was actually pissing himself in the middle of his college class, unable to regain control no matter how much he wanted to. Oh, this was going to be so, so fun.
He noticed tears in Travis eyes, and actually felt a little bad. Fine, he would bust him out of this one. He swiped his arm across his desk, "accidentally" knoking his bottle of ice tea all over Travis.
He said some appologies to both him and the teacher, and hurried getting Travis back to their shared dorm room. He looked dazed for a while, just kind of standing there, which was all well and good for Joss who got a little more time to look at his roommates damp crotch. He eventually seemed to snap out of it, hurrying into the bathroom to take a shower with his head hung low.
Joss sat down on his bed and waited. When Travis came back out, he was wearing just a shirt and some underwear. Joss first tried to avoid looking at the bulge in his boxers, but quickly noticed Travis was looking anywhere but at him, so he let himself glace libraly at it. The size looked pretty avrage, which dissapointed him a bit. He would have prefered his favorite humiliation victim be small down there. Maybe he could still make him feel small if his own dick was a lot bigger in comparison...
He snapped his thoughts away from that train of thought, focusing on the situation at hand.
"So...what was that about?" He asked, playing dumb.
Joss watched as a dark patch appeared and slowly expaned to cover just the tip of the bulge in Travis's freshly changed boxers, seemingly unnoticed by the man himself. His bladder must simply not be holding anything in, just leaking right out of him. Joss was honestly shocked he had so little control already, he really must have not had much confidence to begin with. While Travis avoided his eye at all costs, grabbing nervously at his own hands, Joss subtly crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
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I hope you enjoyed this, i will continue with Travis's pov next chapter... now i need to wash my sheets...
Edited June 1 by BedwetterAlexi
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Lots more Travis humiliation and Joss getting a little cozy with him... a little hint of small penis humiliation.
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Part 5
"I-i don't know what happened... im so sorry, nothing like that has ever happened before" Travis mumbled, his voice shaky and weak. "...thanks. for helping me. You didnt have to do that" he added on.
Joss was quiet for a long moment, studying him closely. Travis had an incessant lump in his throat and an inability to make eyecontact with the taller man right now, which was probably making him look dishonest. What if Joss thought he wa-
"It's whatever. Maybe you're just stressed or something" Joss said with conviction, as if he had just made a decission. "But maybe you should go see a doctor. I don't think it's that normal to suddently start wetting yourself so much"
Travis's face was already bright red and as hot as the sun, but it somehow seemed to get worse.
"I-i-ive only... only once" he mumbled weakly. "Yesterday doesn't count"
Joss raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. Travis still looked away, feeling weak in the knees. Were his legs shaking?
"Travis....look down at yourself, love" joss said with a click of his tounge and a pitying tone.
Travis, confused, looked up to meet his eye for the first time since the classroom, seeing a patronizing look on Joss's face. He then looked down at himself.
His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw his dampening groin. He'd just changed his underwear, what was happening? Why hadnt he noticed? As he was looking in shocked horror, a small dripp started running down his leg.
"No!" He yelped, shoving both his hands between his legs and squeezing with his thighs. If his legs hadn't been shaking before, they defently were now, and it was making it hard to stand. He slowly sank onto the floor with a deathgrip on his penis, which was effective in stopping the dribbeling as there was no pressure in his bladder. He didn't move his hands, afraid that of he did he would wet more. He heard Joss take a deep breath.
"You didn't even notice? Yeah, you should defenetly go see someone" he said, his words weirdly breathy. "Maybe you should take a few sick days, just incase. And dont worry, i won't tell anyone"
Travis dared to look up at his roommate, feeling humiliated and pathetic, but infinitely greatful for Joss's kindness. He was pretty sure it was just the heat in his own face, or maybe the tears welling in his eyes again, but he almost thought Joss's face looked a bit red too.
"T-....thank you" he sniffled.
"Don't mention it" Joss replied before clearing his throat awkwardly. "I have plans with some friends soon, so i have to go, but... take care of yourself"
Travis nodded, and Joss left the room in a hurry, forgetting his jacket behind. The plans with friends was probably a lie, but he appriciated being given some privacy. He experimentally unknitted his legs, testing to see if he could safely let go. On his first try, another dribble escaped, making him tighten his grip in horror again, but the next one was more sucsessful. He hauled himself back to the bathroom with his head down, throwing yet another pissed pair of underwear in the wash. He sat on the toilet for what must have been an hour, too scared to get off it incase he peed again.
After he finally felt secure that his bladder was empty, he got off the toilet, rinsing himself off and putting on his pjamas. It wasn't time to go to sleep yet, but he defentely wouldn't be going out again today. He wondered briefly if he would wet his bed again, and if he should put down a towel, but immiditaly pushed that thought away. He wasn't a bedwetter, it was only one time! Plenty of people accidentally wet their beds just one time! putting a towel on his bed as if it was a garantee he would wet again was way to embarrassing. Joss was probably right, todays... accidents... were probably becaude of stress or something. There had been a couple of big essays and presentations back to back, and another one on the horrizon, it would make perfect sense if it was a stress thing. He felt a bit pathetic for wetting himself from the stress that everyone else also had, but atleast it was an explanation for what had happened today.
He decided to follow Joss's advice. He spent the evening making a doctors appointment, though the first available one was in about 4 days, and sending a notice that he was feeling sick and wouldn't be attending classes this week to his professors. With that done, he already felt alot lighter. He guessed he didn't really notice the stress he had been under until he took some off. He grabbed his crotch, checking just in case if he was still dry, and breathed a sight of realief to find he was. He felt alot more confident now, but just to be sure, he made sure to pee before bed. Even that made him blush, as it made him remember being a little kid and his mom ordering him to pee before bed so he wouldn't wet himself. He pushed the embarrassing thought away, brushing his teeth and giving himself a little peptalk in the mirror. This was nothing to be worried about, not at all.
Unfortunately, the effects of hypnosis, especially on the weak willed, could not be undone so easily. His subconscious started churning again, finding it very strange and uncomfortable that his sheets were dry. Travis sleapt restlessly, feeling a sense of wrongness, all the way until the early morning when his bladder had finally filled itself back up. A soft hissing could be heard in the quiet bedroom as Travis's sheets dampened, the restless feeling finally leaving him and letting him sleep peacefully. The warmth and the wetness was soothing, making his bed far more comfortable, to his subconcious atleast. He was sleeping, so if course he should wet himself, that's what bedwetters like him did.
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It had been 4 days, and just as many wet beds. At this point, Travis was distrught. He didn't understand why he was suddenly wetting his bed every night, not to mention his daytime accidents. He hadn't had any since the classroom, having stayed in his dorm and taken more bathroom breaks then necessary out of paranoia, but he was terrefied it would happen again once he left to go outside. Today was the day of his appointment, and he was once again sitting on the floor with a hairdryer pointed at a big damp spot on his bed. There were now several overlapping stains, 5 to be exact, all different shapes and sizes, but all yellowed and embarrassing. His comforter wasn't doing much better, also sporting large, obvious bedwetting stains.
Joss somehow hadn't noticed yet, which was a miracle in itself, though he had on one occation had to pretend to be asleep for a very long time until he left the room. Or maybe he had noticed, but just hadn't said anything. He immidiatly stopped thinking of that possibility, he could not handle that. He quickly grabbed his laundry basket of wet sheets, hurrying down to the laundry room.
Just before he got to the door, his worst nightmare came to life as one of his classmates stepped infront of him.
"Hey, Travis" she greeted with a big smile.
Travis's heart shot into his throat, trying to angle his body in a way to hide the laundry from view without making it obvious that's what he was doing.
"How are you, Trav? You haven't been to class for a couple of days, we were worried" the girl, who's name he knew was Hanna, said.
"O-oh, yeah i've been a bit sick. Nothing to worry about"
A small leak sprung in his pants, silently forming a wet spot about the size of a softball. Travis, to focused on hoping what was in his laundry wasn't discovered, didn't notice.
"Oh no! I hope you feel better soon, i can see you're a bit feverish" Hanna exclaimed, blissfully unaware of her classmates distress. "Do you need to go see a doctor?"
"Probably not, but i booked an appointment anyway. I have to hurry up with this actually, have to do a load of laundry before i go" he responded, trying to sound casual.
This turned out to have been a mistake, because Hanna then looked directly down at his laundry basket. A small leak ran down his leg, and this time, he did notice. A fullbown panic broke out in him, and he kitted his legs together tight, trying to stop the leak.
"Oh, sheet washing day? Yeah, i really need to wash mine too, i keep procrastinating, haha" Hanna laughed sweetly. "Wait, why are they wet?"
Travis hoped to any god that might be listening there wern't tears in his eyes despite the fact that the heat of his face could be compared to molten lava at this point. His mind reeled, trying to come up with an excuse and get out of here before she noticed he was peeing himself, just bearly hidden by the laundry basket. The wetness was soaking around his thighs now, the plush fabric of his gray sweatpants luckily keeping it from dripping on the floor just yet.
"Did you spill a drink?" She asked, innocent as could be.
"Yes! Yes, i spilled soda all over my bed, real bummer. Super sticky, really need to get these washed! Anyway, it was nice to chat, Hanna, but i really have to get this done, I'll be back to class soon, hopefully" Travis rambled, walking around her so his front was always facing her, backing into the laundry room. The girl looked a little confused, but smiled and lifted her hand to wave goodbye.
"Okay, get well soo-"
The door closed, and Travis leaned his back heavily against it, blocking it incase anyone tried to open it. He put his hands over his mouth, trying to control his breathing and avoid making noise, as piss continued to stream unpreturbed from him. It finally gave out entierly, soaking his pants to saturation, and splattering loudly on the floor around him. His breath came out unsteady, and his legs shook slightly. What if she'd seen? What if she'd noticed he was wetting himself right infront of her? His life would be ruined! Or what if she'd been a bit less trusting, and seen right through his excuses? He gave a low wimper at the thought.
"Again?" A familiar voice said.
Travis wipped his head up, spotting Joss sitting on the floor infront of one of the machines. He had an unimpressed look on his face. Travis wanted to sink into the floor and never return. He couldn't even bring himself to awnser, just sank onto the floor into his little puddle with a soft splash.
Joss sighed, which sounded awfully like a huffed laugh, got of the floor and walked over to him.
"You're washing these, right? We'll use it to mop up the mess" he said, grabbing one of the bedsheets from Travis's laundry basket.
"N-no, wai-"
That was all he got out before Joss lifted it up, spreading it out with two hands. The large, circular wet patch was on full display for both of them. It was obviously pee, there was nothing else it could possibly be. Travis hid his face in his hands, bending over in absolute shame.
Joss touched the wet spot, seemingly facinated, before walking infront of Travis and blatantly showing off the wetness on it.
"What was that about not being a bedwetter?" He teased, making Travis squirm where he sat in his puddle of shame.
"Come on, stand up and get out of the puddle" Joss led him with a surprisingly gentle hand, and he found he couldn't help but obey. He took his outstreched hand, letting him hoist him to his feet and lead him out of the way before dopping his pissy sheets on the floor, mopping up the puddle. Travis felt weird, he was so ashamed he bearly dared to move. While he was absolutely humiliated to be seen like this, he felt desperately happy Joss was here. He was smart and competent, he would know what to do.
"There, not so bad" Joss soothed, as he picked up the now even more soaked sheets and threw them in the nearest washer. "Now let's get you out of these pants, hm?"
Travis *should* have felt patronized, talked down to, but he just couldn't bring himself to be offended by it. He deserved to be talked down to. How could he ever say he deserved respect when he wet his bed for almost a week straight and got so scared talking to a girl that he pissed his pants? This was pathetic. Joss was being much nicer then he deserved.
A ping from one of the driers sounded, but Travis didn't really register it. Joss was helping him out of his pants, reveling his equally wet red boxers underneath. He jumped a little when the other man also pulled those down, exposing his wet penis to the air, but kept his mouth shut and simply stepped out of them. The pants and underwear were also thrown into the washer. Travis pulled his shirt down to cover his exposed genitals. He knew he was a bit on the small side.
Joss opened one of the driers, picking out a pair of his own pants and boxers, which he then causally walked back over and made Travis step into. He tried not to think about how roomey the crotch was of Joss's underwear was, nor the fact that he was letting him dress him.
The pants were a bit big, but that was easily solved by folding up the legs and tying the waistband string. He felt a bit ridiculous, but overall greatful. He had no idea how he would have gotten back to the dorm if Joss hadn't been here.
Suddently, he noticed Joss was standing awfully close. Travis avoided his eye, bowing his head. He couldn't think of anything to say, too embarrassed to utter a word. He startled a little when the edges of his (Joss's) pants were grabbed, and Joss pulled him close.
"Try not to piss in these ones before you get back to the room, ok?" He half whispered into his ear, making Travis go beat red again. This energy felt a bit... well it didn't quite feel innocent. Wait, did Joss have a crush on him or something? Was that why he was always helping?
Travis decided he didn't have enough intelligence at the moment to process that. He just swallowed thickly and gave a weak nod in response.
"Good boy" Joss praised, and for some reason that praise felt *so* good. Joss held him close for a little longer then necessary, and gave him a rub across his lower back, which Travis defenetly didnt have the mental capaity to process right now. When he let go, Joss looked like he wanted to say something more, but didn't. He got his laundry, and headed back to the dorm, leaving Travis alone with his thoughts.
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Poor Travis doesn't undertand feeling submissive...
Edited June 1 by BedwetterAlexi
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This chapter has some more intense feelings and very extreme public humiliation that results in disstress and crying, incase that's a turn off for anyone. Also buying diapers. Beware ❤️
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Part 6
Travis had finally made it to the doctors office, the too-big sweatpants around his waist a painful reminder of why he was here. His voice shook with embarrassment as he explained to the doctor that he had been wetting his bed for the past 5 days and had 3 daytime accidents. The doctor seemed to be worried about diabetes, but ruled it our after some tests. They did more and more tests, some of which Travis didn't see the utility of, but he complied.by the end, the doctor scratched his head, seemingly puzzled. That can't be good.
"Well... it doesn't seem anything is physically wrong with you" the man explained. "It might go away on it's own after a while...or it could be psychological"
Travis gulped.
"What does that mean...?"
"It means the reason for your accidents could be in psychosomatic. Emotional, or perhaps spme kind of coping mechanism. For example, it could be truama related, or it could be because of stress. In cases like this there's not much to do other then go to a therapist and wait it out"
Travis felt like he'd been hit by a landslide. No way, this couldn't continue! He couldn't just keep waking up in a soaked bed for an undefined amount of time, someone was bound to find out eventually. Hell, it had been less then a week and Joss had already found out. As if to intentionally make things worse for him, a nurse walked into the room with some documents at that moment, starting to sort them out by the doctors desk desk. She was a tall, blonde woman, very pretty, with pink lipstick and a ponytail. Why did people have to be here for this? While he was silently freaking out, his scared and overwhelmed feelings caused him to leak, wetting the seat of his borrowed pants.
"B-but..." he stammered. There had to be something he could do.
"There are medications we could try for the bedwetting spesifically, but if the cause is indeed psychological, they likely wouldn't be of much help, nor would they have much effect on your daytime accidents. All i can do for you is give you a perscription for adult diapers, to cover the cost" the doctor said, with a tone of finality.
Travis stared at the doctor in slackjawed horror. All it took was a little muffled giggle from the nurse, and his already slipping control gave out entierly.
"O-oh god" he yelped, squeezing his hands between his things. It did very little, his piss still gushing out from between his legs. This couldn't be happening, it was simply too humiliating to be real.
The doctor looked mildly surprised, making another note on his clipboard, while the nurse looked on in absolte shock.
"P-please sto-stop staring..." the distraught man stammered, face burning and voice growing thick.
The hissing sound of his accident was impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet office, soon followed by equally loud splattering all over the floor. He could feel the beautiful nurses big eyes on him, no doubt unbelieving that she was witnessing a grown man wet his pants at the doctors office like a scared little kid.
The doctor cleared his throat, commanding the nurses attention.
"Right. Nurse, please bring me a towel to clean up the mess, and print a perscription for adult incontinence briefs while you're out. Thank you"
The nurse started heading out of the room, but very clearly stared at where Travis was sitting in his accident the whole time. The seat of his pants were soaked, and piss was streaming off the chair like a waterfall, still, even though his baldder had emptied. He didn't dare move.
"Stand up, if you will. Don't worry, we'll get this taken care off"
Travis remaind quiet for the entier rest of his time there, not daring to even look up at the nurse when she returned with the towel and perscription. He was handed the perscription and shooed out the door, and he all he could do was run out of the building, trying his hardest not to cry. He tied his jacket around his waist, covering up the wetness on his pants, atleast from the back. Luckily, the pants were black, so the patch wasn't super obvious, but he felt like it was all everyone could see. He knew himself, and knew there was no way he would exit the house again today if he went home, so he decided to bite the bullet and get the perscription on his way home, despite his pissy pants. He told himself over and over that people couldn't tell he'd pissed himself. He knew that, logically, but it still felt like there might aswell have been a neon pink light up sign floating above his head the read "I PEE MY PANTS"
He shuffled nervously into the drug store, stalking closer and closer to the relevant Isle, trying to will himself to just go to it. He knew he was making himself much more noticeable and suspicious by lingering the way he was, but he couldn't help it. Every time someone walked past him, he jumped away from the incontinence products, earning himself weird looks and knowing glances. When he finally got up to the shelves, stacked full of adult diapers, his face beat red, he was so nervous he could bearly focus on trying to read the packaging on any of them. His still completely relaxed bladder leaked liberaly into his underwear and reheated his now cold pants, making him hurry up. If he had an accident in here, he would never show his face in public ever again.
He grabbed a bag of adult-sized pull-ups, guessing at the size, and headed to the counter right away. This was where he realized he should have ignored the perscription and just gone to the regular store instead of to the apothecary. Here, he would have to go through a cashier, no self chekout options here. He cursed himself. He would have to remember next time. No, wait. Not next time, he was going to get better, he wasn't going to be in diapers forever! There wouldn't be a next time, he couldn't think like that. Another dipp trailed down his leg as if to mock him.
By the time he got to the front of the line, he had a consistent slow drip of urine running down his legs, and a look on his face like he was about to cry.
The cashier looked concerned, but by the blessing of some benevolent god, did not ask. She simply scanned his pack of pull-ups and handed it to him, letting him flee from the premises as soon as possible.
Soon, he was sitting on the buss trying to collect himself, when he realized he really should have gotten a bag for this. He was now sitting with a big pack of adult diapers fully visible on his lap. He tried turning it around, to atleast hide the illustration clearly depicting a diaper on the front, but it was still fairly obvious what the package was. He focused his eyes out the window and prayed no one would notice, all the while unconciously leaking, soaking his buss seat little by little.
His prayer was not awnsered, as not far away from his stop, a high, brash voice rang though the entire buss.
"Mommy, is that big boy wearing diapers?" Asked some snotfaced brat Travis was determined not to acknowlage, simply sinking further and further into himself.
"Hush George, not so loud" the kids mother scolded. "Don't snoop"
"But he has a big bag of nappies!"
"Maybe he wets the bed just like you George, you wouldn't like it if i yelled that so loudly to everybody, would you?"
"But he's a big kid! I thought big kids didn't wet their beds?!"
The buss mercifully stopped outside the collage campus, and Travis wasted no time sprinting out of his seat and off the buss.
He heard the kid loudly gasp on his way out.
"Mommy! Mommy! He peed on the seat! He peed on the seat, mommy! That's not allowed!"
Pure devistation shot through Travis's veins, and he channeled it into running away as fast as he could. Fuck, he'd wet his seat on the buss, and he hadn't even noticed. How could nothing be physically wrong with him, this didn't make any sense! Fuck that horrible kid, he'd always thought of himself as child-neutral, but he had now decided he fucking hated kids. A mix of embarrassed and angry tears ran down his face as he ran to his dorm room, blatantly ignoring everyone who called his name on the way. He couldn't stop, could let them see what he was holding in his arms, couldn't let them notice his damp pants.
He got to his room in record time, slamming the door behind him and locking it. He choked back a sob, half-heartedly kicking the door as he vigorusly tried to scrub the tears from his face.
"Ah...didn't go well?"
Joss was sat at his desk on his side of the room, of-fucking-course, and looking silently at him.
"Sh-shut up" he sniffled, but all the bite of his anger was gone. There was only the ugly, vunerable sorrow and humiliation left. Was he really crying right infront of another man, because he pissed his pants if all things? He felt so pathetic.
Joss seemed to soften a bit, standing up from his desk. Travis honestly thought the last thing in the world he wanted right now was to be touched, but when Joss gave him a comforting rub of the shoulder, he honestly felt like he would do anything for him if it ment he would continue. Joss pulled him into a hug, and they stood like that for a while, while Travis tried to gain control of his breathing.
"...I'm sorry" the shorter man eventually mumbled into the others shoulder.
"What do you have to be sorry about?" Joss brushed him off.
"I peed in your pants"
That seem to trip Joss up a bit, before he snorted out a laugh.
"Yeah, i noticed"
That made them both laugh as they seperated, Travis still keeping his head down in embarrassment.
"I really am sorry... I'll wash them..."
"No worries" Joss insisted again, glancing at the bag of pull-ups on the floor. "So... diapers?"
"Ok, well, i have to go shower" Travis cringed, quickly grabbing the bag of the floor and hiding it under his covers. While his face burned with shame, it was atleast nice to know Joss didn't judge him.
The man in question raised his hands above his head in surrender, letting it go, turning back to his work as Travis barreled out of the conversation and into the bathroom. As he went through the ever normalizing ritual of peeling his wet clothes off, throwing them in the laundry, and getting in the shower to rinse off, his thoughts were pulled between how much he wished the worst on that kid that had humiliated him so badly, and how weird it was that Joss always seemed to make him feel so much better.
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A little toxic romance ❤️
I'm trying to decide between making Joss use hypnosis to make Travis attracted to men (him, specifically), or if that's too far and would be a big turnoff for the majority of people, and i should just have it happen naturally. Then again, their relationship is pretty toxic either way, and this story is just fetish fuel, so maybe I'm overcomplicating it. Please give me some input on this if you have any. Thank you ❤️ |
A little short, some more distinctly sexual content this time. Also, long awaited diapers.
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Part 7
After his shower, Travis timidly stepped out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist, and was only half surprised that Joss had once again left. He knew by now that his convenient leaving was most likely to give him some privacy, which warmed his heart a bit if he was being honest. He did find his previously conceled pack of pull-ups uncovered and sat politely on top of his bed, however.
He blushed deeply looking at the package, knowing he was about to put on a diaper for the first time since he was bearly old enough to remember. He didn't want to, he really hated it, but he knew there was nothing he could do. All day he had been leaking non stop, wetting himself several times and embarrassing himself in public. The diapers were a humiliating admission of defeat, but they couldn't be worse then the day he'd had.
He gingerly opened the plastic packaging, pulling out a white, fluffy pull-up, immidiatly noticing the crinkling sound and the texture. He held his breath as he stepped into one, pulling it over his thighs and hips, tucking it up and around his butt and penis. It was a bit tight, and felt so, so weird. He looked himself in the mirror on the wall. He looked ridiculous, what kind of collage student wore diapers? He studied his diapered reflection in shame for a couple of moments, before tearing his eyes away from his own pitiful state.
He got a clean pair of pants from his dresser, hiding the embarrassing garment underneath them. It did very little, as he was still hyperaware of the forgin feeling around his seat and genitals. He decided to play some videogames to take him mind of it.
It helped. A few hours of playing some competative online games, and he had just about gotten used enough to the feeling to put it out of his mind. He found that when he moved he was still reminded of it, and it squeesed him a bit uncomfortably, but atleast it wasn't the only thing he could sense anymore. When it was time for bed, he was almost happy, getting to put an end to this overall quite shitty day, even if he was nervous about having another bedwetting accident. He went to bed with the same pullup on, not having noticed it growing a little damp over the course of the evening.
It was difficult to fall asleep in the pull-up, but he eventually managed. Of course, not long after loosing conciousness, his bladder released fully, as it was becoming more and more used to doing. The padding between his legs swelled, and it wasn't long before it leaked all over the bed, Travis peeing far too freely for it to have any hope of holding it. Soaking his bed yet again, despite the protection, Travis slept on peacefully.
When he woke up the next morning, Travis instinctively lifted his sheet to check for wetness, as had become a habit over the past week. When he first saw himself lying in yet another set of soaked sheet, he first just felt dissapointed and embarrassed as usual, but then very confused when he remembered he'd gone to bed in a diaper.
"How'd it go?" Asked Joss, who Travis just now noticed was sitting on his own bed with his laptop on his stomach, watching Travis inspect the damages from his bedwetting.
"...fine" Travis mumbled, not convincing anyone.
"You're wet arn't you?"
"N-no"
Joss rolled his eyes, putting his laptop aside.
"Stand up then. I'll help you clean up"
Travis was about to protest, but found he was already doing as he was told. Somehow he just... wanted to do as Joss told him. He felt the pullup weigh heavily between his legs as he stood up.
He stood beside his bed, his soaking wet bed and peed night pants on full display for his roommate. Joss whistled, coming closer to see the damage.
"You had a really big accident, huh? Looks like your pull-ups didn't do anything"
Travis blushed, embarrassed his wearing diapers was being acknowledged.
"I... don't know why... I thought they would atleast keep the bed dry"
"Because they're just pullups, love, they're just ment for small accidents. You need some really thick propper bedwetting diapers" Joss explained, making Travis want to die of shame.
"S-shut up! How was i supposed to know? i don't know anything about... about... And how do you know anyway? Something you're not telling us?" He snapped back.
"About diapers, you mean? Well, you better learn fast, you clearly need them" Joss responded, unimpressed, looking over the poor abused mattress one more time.
Travis whined, ashamed, uncomfortable in his heavy night-time padding. Joss stepped up close, looking down at the shorter man in a way that made his heart beat sound in his ears. He felt so pathetically inferior, standing there in a soaked night diaper and wet pants infront of his yet to be stripped bed, with his smarter, taller, and (he would argue) handsomer roommate looking down at his pitiful state.
"How about you stop giving me sutch and attitude? Huh, little bedwetter?"
Travis cringed at the name, but couldn't tear his eyes from Joss's. There was something dark and lustful in them. Something strong and superior, something that complimented how small and weak Travis felt infront of him.
"Oh, you don't like that name? But its true isn't it?" Joss continued, his voice slowly transitioning into a low whisper that could only be described as sensual.
"I was going to help you with your pissy sheets, but that was before you decided to be mean to me. How about you strip your bed here, right in front of me, and maybe ill let you change your diaper before you go wash them. Again"
Though his words were cruel and harsh, Travis didn't feel hurt. He felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed, but his body reacted in a strange way to the commands. There was an eagerness to obey, one that reminded him of a puppy wagging his tale while waiting for his masters orders. The degrading comments somehow felt right, almost good. Travis didn't have the word to describe it, but he felt submissive.
"O-okay..." he replied meekly, staring as if hypnotized into Joss eyes. He was so close now, and had at some point placed a hand on his lower back.
"Good boy" Joss smiled, making Travis almost jump in surprise as his cock jerked in his wet diapers. Did his dick just twitch from a simple compliment? From another man? What was wrong with him?
All his thoughts were quieted by Joss's voice yet again.
"Get to it then".
Travis, feeling a bit weak in the knees, slowly seperated from Joss, starting to strip his bed as he had many times before at this point. When his mattress cover came off, revealing the layers of obscene, yellow stains overlapping eatchother, Joss chuckled in a low, breathy voice.
"Anyone who sees that will know you're a bedwetter... that's so embarrassing"
Travis cast him a glance, his cheeks already rosey and hot, seeing Joss looked... exited? He glanced a bit downwards, seeing a distinct bulge in his pants. Oh.
He stripped the rest of his sheets in silence, soaking up the humiliation of Joss seeing him like this. When he was done, he didn't break out the hairdrier or put on new sheets immidiatly as he usually did, rather let the wet patch and the stained matress lay exposed. He wasn't sure he could fully unpack why he made that decision, if he were asked.
He inched closer to Joss, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
"So...can i?"
"Can you what?" Said Joss with a crooked smile.
"Can i.... can i change... my d-diaper?"
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We are finally getting somewhere with Travis and Joss... anyway, should Joss let him change his diaper or not? Help me decide please ❤️ |
The D&D-inspired second side to my Seoli character's stories.
The Side A modern day stories can be found here
PART 1: Wet Waiting Waitress
It was a busy afternoon at the Kitsune Tale. Every seat in the humble tavern was taken, nearly half the town was there, and a cacophony of chattering and mugs being slammed on tables filled the air. A group of adventurers had recently come to town and today they had slain a troublesome troll that had been assailing defenseless merchants on the road. With their reward money, the group had offered drinks to the entire town.
Leaning against the bar was a pink-haired fox-like girl watching the commotion in annoyance. She would not be partaking in the revelry. Her beige uniform dress and apron marked her as a waitress; her job was to get these drunken fools their booze. The girl impatiently drummed her fingers across the surface of the bar and whipped her fluffy fox-like tail back and forth.
Ordinarily, she would be glad to serve these rabble-rousers their ale and wine, but she had been on the clock for nearly eight hours already and the crowd was still showing no signs of thinning. Eight hours of standing and walking, carrying steins of alcohol to and from tables, and all without a break. Listening to every dumb joke and story slurred out of the drunkards’ mouths, having to deal with drunken flirting, and she swore one of the halflings had tried to get a peek up her skirt.
“Oi! ‘Scuse me, miss!” a gruff voice called from back of the room, “Can we get another round o’ ale?”
The girl followed the voice to a black-bearded dwarf raising his empty mug into the air. Sighing and nodding to the man, she spun around the bar counter and began filling pristine mugs with golden ale from one of the many aged barrels lining the back of the bar. The girl winced at the sight, her tail bristling slightly. Eight hours of no breaks. Her legs were aching, her ears were ringing, and most importantly, her bladder was throbbing.
She carried the tankards to the far table, trying her hardest to not let her need show. The girl noticed the dwarf was dressed in casual town clothing; he was one of the town’s blacksmiths. The dwarf raised his arms in celebration as she approached.
“Aaaaye! Thanks a lot there, miss… er, what was yer name again?”
“Seoli,” the girl responded, forcing a smile. Setting the mugs down on the table, she crossed her arms and shifted her weight.
“Right, right, I r’member now. Thanks a ton, miss Seoli.”
Seoli silently nodded and returned to her leaning position on the bar. Gazing out into the masses, she noticed one table’s members… drunkenly singing, and dancing as much as they could in their seats, raising their glasses into the air and waving them rhythmically. The motion caused beer to spill slightly from the lip of the glasses, the golden liquid spattering onto the table and floor. Seoli hissed to herself as she hobbled behind the bar once more. It would obscure her lower body as she crossed her legs, bouncing her heel impatiently.
She gritted her teeth and hoped no one else would order more drinks for a while. She grasped the front of her skirt and rubbed her legs against one another.
“Seoli!” she heard a feminine voice behind her.
Startled, Seoli turned around and found herself face-to-face with an older white-haired woman – a kitsune like herself. Her mother, Taepung. She was carrying a stack of freshly-washed ale mugs.
“Yes, mother?” Seoli tried to speak sweetly, but her voice wavered.
“I need to put these mugs back, stand aside a moment.”
Seoli took a step back. As her mother reached up to restock the mug cupboard, Seoli stammered, “M-mother. Would you mind if I, er, took a small break?”
She gave a nervous smile.
Taepung gave an exasperated sigh, “I would love to, but we’re understaffed still. Your sister’s not back from her guard shift yet.”
“B-but mother, you don’t understand. I-I have an… um… need of the privy,” Seoli flashed a desperate smile as she fidgeted a bit in discomfort and pressed her hands into her groin.
Taepung placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder with a look of sympathy on her face, “I’m sorry, Seoli. Until your sister gets back, you’re going to have to hold it.”
“B-but what if I can’t?!” Seoli cried as a slight feeling of dread overcame her.
“You’re an adult now, Seoli,” her mother teased, patting her on the head and rustling her hair, “I have complete confidence in your abilities.”
Seoli gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes as Taepung swiftly entered the kitchen.
‘I wish my bladder was as strong as you think it is, mother...’
Her sister, Iseul, worked as a guard of the city, though Seoli believed she was using that as an excuse to not have to do any actual work. Especially since it always seemed like she took her sweet time returning home after her shift.
Regardless of her feelings of the situation, she could not disobey her mother. Taepung was quite strict regarding discipline, and as a former adventurer herself, had quite the intimidating aura she’d use to keep Iseul and herself in-line.
Thus, she would just have to grin and bear it.
Another uncomfortable hour of work passed, with patrons neither leaving, nor her sister’s return. Seoli found herself behind the bar once more, crossing her legs and cupping her stomach with her hand while she tried with great difficulty to mask her increasingly urgent need. She couldn’t help but give a half-whimper, half-groan.
Thankfully, Iseul entered the tavern in short order.
‘Finally.’
“Hey, sis! You’re finally back!” Seoli feigned joy through her teeth. She walked up to the her maroon-haired sister, still clad in her guard armor and attire, and hastily shoved a serving tray into her hands, “Nowthatyou’rebackI’mgonnatakeabreakyoucanhandlethisforabitright? THANKS!”
“Hey, wait a minute!” Seoli heard her sister call out, but she ignored it as she scurried off to the inn’s restroom, weaving between tables and patrons as she did so.
A wall obscured the entrance to the privy, and the moment it was between Seoli and the rest of the inn, she shoved her hands tightly into her skirt and rapidly shifted her weight, bouncing slightly as she did so. She normally wouldn’t act so childishly (in public, at least), but her overfull bladder demanded her full attention.
To her dismay, she found a line outside of the privy. In truth, not too long of a line, but Seoli’s waters yearned for sweet release immediately. As she entered the line, she saw the person ahead of her, a rather muscular orc woman, turn to look at her for a moment before returning her gaze toward the door.
Seoli whimpered, squeaked, hissed, and moaned all throughout the agonizing few minutes in line as she struggled to keep her garments dry.
“Ey, kid,” the orc called out to her, “yer not lookin’ too good there. Y’wanna cut ahead o’ me?”
Seoli couldn’t vocalize an answer, instead nodding vigorously to the woman and sniffling.
She slowly shuffled to take the woman’s place at the front of the line. The thought of relief being just a few steps away..
Drip.
She tensed up as she felt a bit of liquid escape her bladder, an unpleasant feeling of warm wetness in her undergarments. Seoli clench her muscles in a desperate attempt to stop the flow.
Though successful, she could feel her entire body shaking from the effort of holding back the flood contained within her belly.
Click.
Seoli heard the sound of the doorknob being turned, the wooden door itself creaking open and the footsteps of the previous occupant growing quieter as they walked away.
She took a couple of agonizing steps forward, her overfull bladder sloshing with each footfall. Lifting her head to better see where she was walking, Seoli was in the doorway when she caught sight of the magicked not-chamberpot that had been installed in the inn’s privy. A ‘toilet’, her parents had called it. But now was not the time to contemplate naming conventions.
Drip. Drip.
Seoli gasped as a couple more spurts of liquid splashed into her underwear. She attempted to quicken her pace, but found herself unable to move. If she were to take another step, she would definitely have an accident.
‘It’s right there, Seoli, come on!’ she internally screamed at herself, ‘you’re an adult now! You can’t wet yourself like a kit!’
Gritting her teeth, Seoli tried to gather the strength to take another step forward. She felt her leg move. Yes, come on... Almost there...
But instead of taking a step forward, she felt her leg weaken. Trembling as she attempted to force it forward. Instead, Seoli fell to her knees in the doorway, with a half scream-half groan exiting her lips.
“Uh, ye okay there, kid?” she could just barely hear the orc woman ask.
But again, Seoli could not respond, instead emitting a short, high-pitched whine.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A few more drops of liquid stained her undergarments. They would not be the last. With the toilet in view, Seoli’s bladder could wait no longer. The droplets turned into a trickle, which in turn became a stream. She could only hang her head in shame as the sound of urine splashing on a wooden floor grew louder and louder.
Her waitress skirt managed to hide the puddle from view for a few moments before it grew large enough to spread out from under it, soaking the hem in the process. It felt like an eternity before the flow stemmed, the liquid on the floor coming to a still.
Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her face and dripping into the puddle she’d just created. Her fox-like ears flattened against her head as she buried her face in her hands.
A sniffling gasp, followed by faint weeping.
Between the ecstasy of unleashing a full bladder and the shame of having done so into her clothes – just outside the privy no less – the overwhelming emotion caused her to pass out.
Edited May 27 by Ruromo
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This was a story from a user named Narada from the Wetset forums over ten years ago. I had just recently remembered it and how much I enjoyed it so I thought I'd share it here, it took some searching through Wetsets forum history to find it. The author wrote about ten parts so maybe I'll share the rest. For a disclaimer all of these stories do include messing just fyi. Anyway I hope the original author Narada is well and don't mind me sharing this.
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It was Friday, and for Naruma Miller, that meant that it was time for her weekly trip to the State Street Borders in downtown Chicago. She would spend hours browsing through the multitude of books, comics, manga, Cd's, and DVDs. She spent most of the day in the cafe, skimming a pile of reading material she'd heaped upon her favorite table while sipping her mocha caramel latte and munching on a carrot cake. Most Fridays, Naruma would aimlessly wander through the bookstore until she came upon something that caught her eye, but her weekly ritual actually had a purpose this time. The previous weekend, her cousin Selima had visited her, bringing along her copy of Doctor Who: the Complete Fifth Series box set. (Selima insisted that this was actually the 31st series/season of the program) Selima had been banging on and on about what a great show it was, so Naruma told her to bring the box set over for a marathon viewing session so she could see what all the fuss was about. By the time the closing credits for "Victory of the Daleks" scrolled across the screen, Naruma was hooked!
The following Friday, Naruma headed for Borders, desperate to get as many books, magazines, and DVDs about her new favorite show as she could! As usual, all eyes were on her when she walked through the door. Thanks to her mixed Russian, Japanese, and Moroccan heritage, Naruma was exceptionally beautiful. She was quite tall, very buxom, and had long, black hair and pale green eyes. That day, she was wearing a white angora sweater, black leather skirt, and white leather boots. Over all of this, she wore a dark purple/violet trench-coat. She smiled to herself when she felt the other customers, both men and women, staring at her. She loved the attention, and did as much as she could to encourage it. She "accidentally" dropped her purse and bent over--her skirt was incredibly short, so anyone standing behind her got a eyefull of the silky lavender panties she was wearing. She made sure that her glasses slid off so that she would be bent over for a few seconds longer!
If only one of these nerds was brave enough to cop-a-feel, I would probably come right here! she ruefully thought.
She stood up and quickly whirled around, eager to catch one of the Peeping Toms in the act. She smiled at the bespectacled, chubby black guy that had obviously been enjoying the display; he had a look on his face like a deer caught in the headlights. He gave Naruma a weak grin before he scurried away toward the graphic novel section. Naruma sighed. Since she was so intelligent herself, the 19 year old beauty was way into geeks, but the lot of them were so pathologically shy that she always had to make the first move. "Your loss, nerd." she muttered under her breath and headed for the sci-fi section. On the way there, she passed the magazine aisle and grabbed that month's issue of Doctor Who Magazine and Doctor Who: a Celebration.
The first book that Naruma spotted was A History: An Unauthorized History of the Doctor Who Universe; she scooped it up at once. The next book she found was Doctor Who: The TARDIS Handbook, which she also grabbed. She then snatched another book off the shelf, Doctor Who: the Brilliant Book 2011 and a few other miscellaneous books about the series before mounting the escalator to the second floor and heading for her favorite table in the cafe. She sat her books down and then ordered her usual carrot cake and latte. As she looked over her books and magazines, she surreptitiously cast her eyes around the room. The table she sat at was at such a position that anyone standing nearby could see her panties; she opened her legs as wide as she could so that anyone who wished could get a good look. Naruma was, obviously, quite an exhibitionist and was getting quite wet at the thought of being ogled like a piece of meat.
After a half hour of this, she decided to head to the third floor--where the CDs and DVDs were--and see what Doctor Who DVDs the bookstore had in stock. She sighed blissfully as she stood; her panties were soaked with her juices! She looked at the pile of books and magazines on her table and sighed; she was not looking forward to dragging them around with her. Luckily, one of the store clerks, a perky little blonde who had rang up her purchases several times, saw her predicament and offered to have her items carried down to the first floor register; they would be placed behind the counter until she was ready to be checked out.
"Thanks, Jillian!" Naruma beamed. When she reached the escalator that led to the third floor, she was dismayed to find that it was out of order! People could still use them as stairs and walk to the second floor, but she was far too lazy to do that! With a huff of impatience, she headed for the elevator--Naruma had spent half of her childhood in England, so she was still used to calling them "lifts." She pressed the "up" button; the doors slid open almost immediately. A pretty brunette woman pushing a cart of books smiled at her as she exited. Naruma eyed the woman's ample posterior before she entered the elevator and pushed the button for the third floor. The doors shut and the elevator hummed for a few seconds before it suddenly lurched to a halt.
"Fuck--not again!" Naruma sighed. The elevator was always getting stuck between floors like that. She pressed the alarm bell and calmly waited for the employees to get the lift going again. Several minutes ticked by; she pressed the button again. More time passed, and she started pressing the button repeatedly. The elevator phone started ringing. She opened the wall panel that concealed it and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Amanda at the front desk," a girl on the other end of the line merrily chirped. "we're so sorry that you're stuck, our maintenance technicians should have the elevator going again shortly. Are you alright? You aren't claustrophobic or anything, are you?"
"Nope," Naruma sighed. "how long do you think it'll take to get me outta here?"
"Thirty minutes, tops."
"THIRTY MINUTES?" Naruma shrieked.
"Sorry!" Amanda cooed apologetically. "There's a part they need to replace. Do you need me to stay on the line with you, sweetie?"
"No, that's OK, I'll be fine." She sighed and hung up. As the minutes slowly drug on, Naruma found that two things were bothering her: she didn't have anything to read AND she really had to go to the bathroom! As time slowly went by, the need grew greater and greater until she could actually feel the poo surging against her puckered anal ring. "Fuck, fuck, fuccck..." she hissed. She grabbed the phone again and called down to the front desk.
"You ok, sweetie?" Amanda asked.
"Um, not so much," Naruma panted as she struggled to contain her bowel movement. "I--um--need to use it pretty bad! I gotta get out of here!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie! It's takin' a little longer to get that part installed than we thought," Amanda replied. "Can you hold out just a little longer?"
"UGH! I don't think I can!"
"Listen," Amanda whispered, "Why don't you just--you know--go in there?"
"WHAT?"
"Just go! We'll say you had an accident and get janitorial in there to clean it all up."
"That's just...I couldn't--!" Naruma said.
"Well, just think about it hun, ok?" Amanda replied."It's gonna take another twenty minutes or so to install that part. Do you think you can really hold it until then?"
"Guess we'll find out!" Naruma sighed and hung up. In a desperate attempt to distract herself from her growing need to relieve herself, she slouched against the rear wall of the elevator and started reading a Doctor Who book (Lungbarrow) she'd downloaded into her Kindle. After she'd gotten through 20 pages, she felt a few dribbles of piss seep into her panties. She knew this was just a prelude to a truly epic bowel movement and clamped down as hard as she could. The pain was excruciating--she had never held her poo and piss in for that long before! She was just about to call Amanda again when, without any warning, the elevator suddenly lurched to life and resumed its journey. Naruma was so suprised by this sudden movement that she lost her already tenuous grip on her excretory system!
"Oh, god..." Naruma sibilated as piss gushed out of her, saturating her panties and drenching the elevator floor. She gritted her teeth as her bumhole was violently parted by a truly massive poo log! "FUCK! Oh, fuck!" she hissed as it pushed its way out of her and into her panties.Her heart started pounding fiercely as the elevator neared the third floor; the bookstore was very crowded that day--it was payday for millions of Chicagoans, after all--anyone who saw her exit the elevator would know what she'd had an accident! In a panic, she stopped resisting and pushed as hard as she could, eager to get the last of her poo out before the doors opened. The first log broke off and fell into her panties and then a larger one began making its way out of her, stretched her anal ring even wider!
"AHHH! Holy goddd!" Naruma painfully cried out. When that monster poo log was finally nestled in her panties along with it's smaller twin, she breathed a sigh of relief. A bit of wet, mushy poo flowed out of her poor, worn-out butthole and then she was empty. She stepped out of her destroyed panties and left them where they lay; she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw that they were thoroughly stained with poo front and back! She had just enough time to pluck a few Kleenex from her purse and dab at her womanhood and bottom before the elevator reached the third floor. As the doors swung open, she dropped the poo caked tissues and ran for dear life! There had been a few people waiting for the elevator and she shuddered as she heard the groans of disgust as they saw her abandoned panties. A few other people openly gaped at her and loudly talked about what she had done.She quickly grabbed the Doctor Who: In the Beginning DVD box set and raced down the escalator until she reached the first floor.
"That's the girl who shit herself in the elevator!" a man said as she made her way to the front desk to checkout. His friends and other people around him roared with laughter.
"Gross!" A girl behind Naruma said when she got in line. "There's shit on the back of her coat!"
"She's probably one of those sick fucks who get off on that kind of thing!" Another girl replied.
Naruma blushed, but being an exhibitionist, she was kinda turned on by the fact that lots of people knew what she'd done.She reached back and slightly lifted her coat and skirt, "mooning" the two girls behind her!
"You need to wash your ass, honey." The first girl said mockingly
Naruma turned on her and smiled. "D'you wanna help me with that?"
The girl, a strawberry blonde cutie, turned red and looked away.
Naruma laughed and paid for her things. The woman who rang up her purchases was a beautiful Asian girl, the same Amanda who had talked to her on the elevator phone. "Sorry about the mess I made," Naruma whispered.
"Don't worry about it, hun," the girl replied. "Everybody has accidents."
"Even you?" Naruma grinned.
"Especially me!" Amanda replied with a beguiling smile. "We cleaned up the elevator, by the way; do you want your panties back?"
"Um...nah. Just trash 'em." Naruma blushed.
"Oh...Ok!" Amanda handed Naruma her bag. "You're all set. See you next Friday?"
"Count on it!" Naruma smiled and left the store.
"WAIT!" Someone cried out behind Naruma as she got into her car; it was Amanda! "Let me know if I'm being way off base--d'you wanna, like, go get some coffee and hang out sometime? Maybe I can come over to your house and watch that Doctor Who DVD with you--I love that show!"
Naruma's face lit up. "You do?"
"Yep! So, what do you say? I'm kinda freezin' my tits off out here."
Naruma smiled, jotting down her cell phone number and e-mail address on a slip of paper. "Here," She said as she handed it to Amanda. "Give me a call, ok?"
"OK!" Amanda took the paper and handed Naruma a business card with her contact info on it. "I've actually been trying to work up the nerve to ask you that for weeks now!"
"Good thing I shit myself or you'd never have had the balls to ask me out!" Naruma said with a wink. "Now get back inside before you freeze to death! I'll call you when I get home, 'k?"
"OK!" Amanda smiled. She stood outside and watched Naruma drive off. She then went back inside and went straight into the bathroom. She wrenched down her trousers, exposing Naruma's discarded lavender panties! She had watched Naruma's entire ordeal on the store's security camera; when the elevator had returned to the first floor with the filthy panties, Amanda picked them up and put them on! She had even stuffed the tissues that Naruma used to wipe herself into her cunnyhole!
Amanda wore the panties backwards so that the poo rubbed directly against her pussy. Now, in the privacy of the bathroom, she smashed the poo against her womanhood and rubbed it against her slit until she came over and over again, chanting Naruma's name all the while. When she had recovered, she began plotting ways to get Naruma to soil herself again...
Meanwhile, as Naruma drove home, all she could think about was her accident in the elevator. It replayed in her head over and over again, along with the jeers and taunts of the people who had briefly seen her with poo in her panties. She imagined what it would have been like if she had kept on the filthy undies and walked around in the crowd; that was definitely something she had to try next week! The thought of the humiliation she would endure was making her hot--she pulled over to the side of the road, slipped her hand up her skirt, and rubbed her pussy until she had a mind shredding orgasm! When she took her hand out, it was absolutely coated in poo! A naughty thought occured to her; she impulsively brought her fingers to her lips and licked the filth from them.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. Before she knew it, all her fingers were inside her mouth and she was sucking her poo off of them! What is wrong with me?? she thought as she put her other hand between her legs and brought herself to another orgasm! This, of course, left her other hand quite filthy, and she decided that she needed to clean that one as well..."Control yourself, girl!" she said as she put the car back on the road. As soon as she got home, she was going to fire up her big black vibrator, get herself off, and call Amanda. She could get her over that night and make out with her, even if she would be too ashamed to bring up her newfound pooping fetish.... |
Rushing into the dimly lit apartment building, Jorden makes a beeline for the elevators in the back. They barely register the greeting from the doorman, too focused on making it home before the liquid in their bladder ends up all over the clean floor. Jorden knows the poor janitor who works for the building wouldn't appreciate the extra work.
Jorden wouldn’t be in such a predicament if they weren't asked to stay late at work. One of Jorden's more forgetful co-workers had misplaced one of their tickets, making the books at the end of the day come out short. Issues like these need to be handled before anyone can leave, adding an extra hour onto an already busy night waiting tables. Jorden had needed a bathroom break since mid-shift, but due to being a bit short-staffed, they never got the opportunity. Then the stupid ticket went missing and Jorden had to wait even longer, tapping their foot under the table impatiently. When everything was finally sorted out, Jorden had rushed to the in-house bathrooms, only to find them already locked for the night.
While Jorden had been frustrated, they ultimately decided not to make a big fuss about it. They don't live too far from work, so they figured it wouldn't be too much trouble to just hold it until then. It wasn't like they were dying or anything anyway.
One traffic-filled drive later, Jorden was regretting their decision to hold it. They didn't pull into their apartment's parking garage until forty-five minutes later. By then, Jorden's need to urinate had gone from annoying to painful. They would have stopped somewhere on the way had there been anywhere to do so.
This brings Jorden to the present, where they stiffly speed-walk toward the steel doors of the elevator. They would run, but the pangs from their lower belly advise against it. Simply walking as fast as they are sends waves of discomfort through them, but they really don't want to risk anything by being too slow. They've never wet themself before and they certainly don't want to start today.
Jorden gets to the elevator and wastes no time in hitting the up button. They shift from foot to foot, pressing their thighs together and biting their lip. It only takes the elevator ten seconds to arrive at the ground floor, but to Jorden, it feels like a lifetime. It's as if their bladder knows how close they are to a toilet. It's making holding it even more challenging.
As soon as the doors open, Jorden rushes in and hits the button labeled with the number seven, where their apartment resides. They frantically hit the 'close door' button afterward, hoping to speed things up.
"Hold the elevator, please."
Just as the doors had begun to close, a voice calls out from the outside. Jorden looks up and meets the eyes of one of his neighbors. They've seen the man a few times before, usually when he's bitching to the doorman about trash in the hallways. Jorden isn’t a fan of the garbage either but it appears this man is especially irked by it. That and the stuffy, semi-formal way he’s often dressing makes him out to be rather uptight and unapproachable. Therefore, Jorden hasn’t ever had a full conversation with the man. They don’t even know his name, and while they wouldn’t be opposed to finding out that much, now really isn’t the time.
Despite the minor guilt Jorden feels at the action, they make no move to stop the elevator doors from closing. Not only do they not care for waiting any longer, but they’re also really not in the mood to make pleasant conversation. The overwhelming pangs from Jorden’s lower belly are taking up enough of their attention. In fact, not only do they not stop the doors from closing, they never stop holding down the ‘close door’ button.
Yet it seems like the universe has other plans for Jorden this night. The unnamed man catches the door by putting his hand in the way. The automatic sensor detects something in the way and begins to open once again, much to Jorden’s displeasure. They have to actively hold in the groan as they are joined by the near stranger. It doesn’t help that he gives Jorden a bit of a look, probably guessing that Jorden did little to hold the elevator for him as he requested. Jorden doesn’t wish to gain an enemy with this neighbor, so they give the man a sheepish grin.
“Sorry…”
The man doesn’t respond, which is fine by Jorden. They move back to allow him to get to the button controls. He hits the five, making Jorden do another mental groan. This means the elevator will stop on the man’s floor before heading to Jorden’s, forcing Jorden to wait even longer. They press their legs together as subtly as possible in preparation.
The doors close for real this time and the elevator engine starts with a jolt, beginning to move upwards. Jorden occasionally worries about the old machine. They wonder if their apartment building will ever get it replaced, but it hasn’t caused any real issues yet so-
As if on cue, the metal car they both stand in lurches to a halt. It’s such a violent stop that both Jorden and the man are forced to grab onto the side handbars to steady themselves. It’s enough to give them both a good spook, but Jorden is the only one to make a yelping noise. Not necessarily due to the suddenness, but because of what effect the motion had on their bladder. It shakes the water balloon in their stomach, threatening to make them leak in their black work pants. They’re forced to press their legs together even tighter than before, trying to steady the sore and overfilled organ.
“What was that?!” the man beside Jorden voices, echoing Jorden’s own thoughts. Jorden looks up to the LED number display towards the top of the elevator, signifying which floor they are on. It reads the number two, but the doors stay firmly shut. Jorden feels their heart sink to the pit of their stomach as they piece together what may have just happened.
Surely they aren’t stuck…right?
Jorden doesn’t respond to the man, but it doesn’t appear like he was even expecting one. He recollects himself and once again stands without the support of the beam. He reaches past the silently panicking Jorden and hits the ‘open door’ button. Nothing happens. He then tries to hit the button for the second floor, since that’s where they appear to be. Once again, nothing happens. Jorden watches all of it as their anxiety grows. The waves of desperation from their bladder only seem to get stronger as Jorden comes to realize that they really are stuck.
“Fuck,” Jorden exhales, pain beginning to make itself known in their voice. The man beside them looks to give them a disapproving glance at the curse word but is distracted by Jorden’s very obvious stance of desperation. They stand with their legs pressed together so tight their muscles shake. They’re slightly bent at the waist, one hand cradling the bulging area below their navel.
“Are you…okay?” The man asks, voice still a bit shaken from the elevator lurch. Jordan whines in response, not having the energy left to try and conceal their desperation. They feel as if they’re about to pop any minute now.
“What do you think?!” Jordan snaps, not even looking the man in the eyes. They know they shouldn’t be so harsh, but it’s difficult to play nice when they feel like they’re being ripped in half. Even with the stop at the fifth floor, Jorden is still sure they would be in their own apartment by now, blissfully urinating into their toilet.
“Uh…sorry?” The man seems a little taken aback. He raises a concerned eyebrow at Jorden, looking them up and down. They look sick, which appears to worry the man. Jorden assumes he’s not too keen on the idea of Jorden throwing up all over the place. The idea is enough to make Jorden snort bitterly. They would honestly rather be trying to keep down their lunch than hold back an entire ocean of piss.
“I just,” Jorden starts, but has to shift around desperately for a second. Another wave hits them with such urgency that they squeeze their eyes shut and hold their breath. Their face morphs into that of agony, but slowly goes back to normal as the wave passes. Still, it’s a firm reminder that Jorden’s time is ticking. They don’t know how much more of those they can take.
“I really need a piss.”
Honesty is the best policy, right? This man doesn’t seem to think so. He makes a face of mild disgust as Jorden’s previous actions begin to make sense. He takes a step back, almost out of caution. As if Jofen is some sort of bomb waiting to go off. They do kind of feel like it.
“I…see.”
An awkward silence takes over them after that. Jorden focuses all of their attention on keeping their water in. All the while, they can feel the man’s eyes on them, watching their every move with anxiety. It takes another horrible wave for Jorden to break the silence. This is stupid. They’re actually going to hurt themself.
“I’m just gonna go in the corner.” Jorden declares, taking another step back from the man. This would be much easier if they were alone, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Yet they only get that one step back before the man is shouting.
“What?! You can’t do that!” Genuine horror fills the man’s voice. Jorden looks up at him and can clearly see the disgust in his eyes at the very idea. “Are you crazy?!”
Jorden whines again as their bladder doesn’t like being held up arguing. They don’t like the idea of pissing on the floor either, but what are they supposed to do? They’re trapped and it’s not like they can keep holding it. They’ve already been holding it for hours now. The organ in their lower abdomen seems to pang in agreement with Jorden’s thoughts. The floor is perfect, it seems to be screaming.
“I seriously can’t hold it,” Jorden responds. Their voice isn’t as loud as the man’s but still just as emotional.
“But,” The man starts, obviously intent on arguing the point. Jorden is only half listening, as most of their focus has to be spent on clenching and squeezing. “The floor?! That’s disgusting! It’ll never come out of the carpet, you know!”
Glancing down, Jorden takes note of the navy blue carpet beneath their feet. It’s kind of ridiculous to care about some cheap rug more than the health of another person, but Jorden doesn’t bring that up. Instead, they focus on the other crazy aspect of the man’s concern.
“Right, ‘cuz this elevator is in such good condition!” Jorden retorts with a heavy dose of sarcasm. Of course this elevator is a piece of shit. If it wasn’t, both of them wouldn’t currently be stuck. It’s a point the man seems to be unable to contradict, as he purses his lips and doesn’t say anything right away. Jorden can tell this man doesn’t really care about the machine he stands in. He is far more worried about being stuck in a confined space with Jorden’s mess. And in a way, Jorden doesn’t blame him. Jorden isn’t thrilled by the idea of being trapped with their own piss puddle either. Especially since they know it won’t be a small one.
“Fuck, man…” Jorden says under their breath as another pang hits them. Their hand that’s still on the hand railing clutches it so tight, their knuckles turn white. Jorden can feel tears prickle at the corner of their eyes as they bend forward even further, trying to give the overfilled organ as much room as possible. It’s only at this display that the man appears to grasp the severity of the situation.
“Look…I’m sure they already know we’re stuck in here. It shouldn’t be long until they have it working again.” The man tries to comfort Jorden, but Jorden can tell he doesn’t actually know. For all either of them know, they could be in here for two more minutes or two more hours. And in Jorden’s current state, even the two minutes feel like way too long.
Jorden hasn’t given up on the idea of going in the corner, but Jorden can now tell it won’t be as easy as they previously hoped. Not only is the man refused to take his eyes off them, but Jorden is sure the man wouldn’t hesitate to verbally complain the whole time if Jorden even began to try again. Not to mention just how humiliating it would really be to pee in front of a man they have to see around practically every day. They both live in the same apartment building, for fuck’s sake! It’s enough to make Jorden genuinely consider trying to hold it like the man wants, despite the screaming from their lower half. Maybe they really can hold it if they just distract themself enough.
As if on cue, the man speaks up again, using that same gentle tone of encouragement.
“I’m Dionell, by the way…” The man awkwardly introduces himself.
“Jorden,” Jorden responds, having to force the word out. They seem to have reached the point of desperation where even speaking sends knives of pain through their bladder.
“Nice to meet you, Jorden,” Dionell adds with a forced smile. It does nothing to hide the anxiety behind his eyes. Jorden thinks it’s impossible, but he almost looks like he’s in as much pain as Jorden is. All over the idea of being trapped with a big mess.
“You…too?” It comes out more like a question than Jorden intended, but it’s the best they can manage. They never imagined having to make small talk while carrying fifty pounds of piss in their bladder, but here they are. It’s so much on their senses that one of the tears that had been threatening to fall finally does, coasting across Jorden’s left cheek and falling off their chin onto their work shirt. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Dionell.
“Is there…anything I can do to help?” Dionell offers. It appears he isn’t a completely selfish asshole, Jorden notes. Yet unless he’s about to drop his whole mess obsession, Jorden doesn’t think there is anything he can do for them.
“You got a bottle or somethin’?” Jorden half-jokes. Although they can’t deny that the idea of getting to finally let go is seductive to an intense degree. Even if Jorden is sure the contents of their bladder would overfill any average bottle by far.
“I do not,” Dionell responds awkwardly, making a face at the idea. It’s pretty obvious he’s glad he doesn’t have a bottle offer, even though that would be better than the floor to the neat freak.
“Then no.” Jorden plainly states, no desire to sugarcoat.
Clearly uncomfortable, Dionell brings his left arm up and scratches the back of his neck. His eyes move off Jorden to look at the buttons of the elevator again. His eyes squint as if he’s considering something. Then all of a sudden, his body seems to jolt as he comes to some sort of realization. The hand that was on his neck darts down to the dress pants he’s wearing, delving into his front pocket. There he pulls out a cell phone, a look of mild embarrassment on his face.
“I can call the front desk…” Dionell explains sheepishly. Jorden too has to mentally slap themself for not thinking of it sooner. It was just so obvious, but Jorden was far too distracted by their own bladder to think of it. Dionell seems to have been as well, at least until now, a whole five or so minutes later.
“Please.” Jorden almost begs. They hadn’t intended it to sound so pathetic but is unable to hide the need in their voice.
Luckily, Dionell doesn’t appear to react. He simply unlocks his phone and finds the number for the apartment building. He hits the dial button and holds the phone up to his ear. Jorden is grateful that Dionell will be doing all the talking, but also for the moment of privacy the call gives them. Dionell’s focus is on the phone, his eyes off Jorden and staring ahead at the unopening elevator door. Jorden takes this opportunity to lower the hand over their bladder bulge and slip it in between their legs. They press against their genitals, creating a firm, physical barrier. It does nothing to ease the pain or relieve the need, but it is comforting. Jorden figures this will aid them in preventing anything from leaking out.
Dionell straitens out as someone picks up. He quickly starts to explain their situation and how the elevator stopped. He does leave out the part of Jorden being about to piss themself, which Jorden is grateful for. This experience has been embarrassing enough without everyone hearing about it.
Jorden can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but Dionell nods as if in agreement. He gives his thanks into the phone before bringing it down and pressing the ‘end call’ button. The entire conversation lasted a minute at most. Jorden hopes this is a good sign.
Turning back around to face Jorden, Dionell appears to be about to say something, but something stops the man before any words come out. His eyes start at Jorden’s face but quickly snap downwards as something catches his attention. A look of clear mortification covers his features, confusing Jorden for just a second before they catch on. They were so focused on the outcome of the call that they forgot to remove their hand from between their legs. Now they’re very openly grabbing their intimate area in front of this man they barely know. Jorden’s face mirrors Dionell’s embarrassment, but the worst part is they are unable to take their hand away. If they do, they fear their bladder will seize the opportunity and begin lightening the load into their pants. So despite the shame, Jorden stays firm in their current position.
When Dionell realizes Jorden doesn’t intend to correct their inappropriate behavior, he tries to move on and keep attention off it. Dionell breaks his eyes away from the pathetic display and finds himself looking off to the side. Jorden is glad he doesn’t say anything, but the very look on his face makes it pretty clear how horrified Dionell really is.
“They uh-” Dionell starts, trying to bring the focus back to the phone call. “They said they’re calling the fire station right now. They should be here in less than ten minutes.”
In a way, that’s good news, Jorden thinks. Surely the professionals will be able to free them from this metal prison. Yet even though Dionell assured them ten minutes, Jorden knows it will be much longer than that before they’re free. And even longer still before Jorden is sitting on a blessed toilet, voiding freely. And boy does Jorden wish that’s what they were doing right now. They’d give just about anything to magically jump forward in time, past all the waiting and holding, to be alone in the bathroom. There they would finally get to remove these suffocating pants, fall onto the porcelain throne, and relax the muscles that have worked so hard. They would get to feel their urine jet out from them, falling freely into the water below, draining the pain and suffering from their bladder.
Jorden has to stop thinking about it. They got really close to leaking, their mind falling into the fantasy a bit too deeply. Dionell seems to notice Jorden is seriously struggling, so he doesn’t wait for a response from them. Instead, he turns back away from Jorden and leans against the cool of the elevator wall, crossing his arms at his chest. Jorden likes to imagine he did it to give Jorden some privacy to hold without shame, but they’re sure it’s really because Dionell is disgusted by the show Jorden is putting on. Either way, it serves to benefit Jorden, so they don’t complain.
The promise was less than ten minutes. Jorden tries to pretend that’s all it will be, lying to their body. They attempt to convince their tired muscles that the wait is almost over; that they can definitely hold it. They repeat this in their head over and over, but it does nothing to calm their racing heart or ease the pressure down below. Jorden leans back and allows their head to bang against the metal backing of the elevator. A part of them wants to accept defeat with the odds stacked against them so much. It really isn’t fair. All they wanted to do was get home and pee. Was that too much to ask for?
The only sound in the small space becomes Jorden’s heavy breathing and occasional sniffling. Dionell seems to be ignoring it with all his power, allowing Jorden to try and do the same with the man’s presence altogether. Jorden closes their eyes and tries to pretend they’re alone and allowed to express their misery without an audience. This self-lying is more successful than before, aided by Dionell’s silence. Jorden is able to focus all of their attention on their own body but that may be making things harder. Now there is no distraction from the debilitating fullness that feels to be taking over their entire body. They feel a whole ten tons heavier, being pulled down with an unnatural amount of piss. They had thought they were desperate before when they were in their car, but nothing could compare to this.
In their state of complete desperation, Jorden is unsure of how much time is passing. It barely matters to them though. They’re slowly beginning to accept that they’re fighting a losing battle. They barely have the strength to continue to stand upright, let alone walk all the way to their apartment. Even if the elevator were to miraculously start up again right now, Jorden is sure the motion itself would be enough to force the liquid out of them. They whine out at the very thought of release. Despite the horrible embarrassment that would accompany it, Jorden knows it would feel better than anything in the world right now.
Jorden’s body, it seems, agrees with them. A trickle forces its way past Jorden’s tired muscles and through the pressure of their squeezing hand. It’s small but serves to terrify Jorden nonetheless. They gasp out and double over, tensing every part of their body in an attempt to stop the flow. They’re able to, but only barely. They can feel the rest of the flood prying at the exit, pushing with a strength Jorden knows they can’t keep back for much longer. Their bladder is just too full. There isn’t anywhere else for it to all go. It has to come out.
The gasp Jorden involuntarily let out seems to get Dionell’s attention once again. His head turns subtly to get a look at Jorden through his peripheral vision. It’s like he can’t bare to look at Jorden head-on for fear of what he’ll witness. Jorden’s face darkens with shame as they know Dionell must know the end of the battle is near. Jorden knows it’s not their fault for succumbing to their basic needs, but they also know Dionell doesn’t seem to see it this way. He’s going to be horrified and disgusted and Jorden is going to have to live with that humiliation for the rest of their life; all because they couldn’t hold it for a few more minutes.
“Fuck…I,” Jorden starts, the tears making their voice sound crackly. “I can’t hold it.”
Dionell may not like the cussing, but the other words Jorden speaks seem to draw more of his attention. He still doesn’t fully turn to Jorden, but this is fine by the desperate soul. At least then Jorden can pretend Dionell doesn’t know exactly what’s going on behind him.
“Sure you can,” Dionell responds. His voice gives off an annoyed tone, but there is a hint of doubt in it as well. Jorden thinks Dionell is right to be unsure. They can already feel a second leak creep out of them, trickling down their taunt thighs. Jorden is once again able to cut it off, but with even more effort than the first time. Jorden doesn’t know how many more times they’re going to be able to do it successfully.
“No, I really, really can’t.” Jorden retorts firmly. They make sure to add extra emphasis on the second ‘really’, hoping to paint a picture of just how sure they are. Even though Dionell will be convinced soon enough when the entire floor of the elevator becomes soaked.
It’s only then that Dionell turns around. He only takes a second to look Jorden over, a look of intense disapproval on his face. He looks to open his mouth to say something, but another noise interrupts him. A ring comes from inside his pocket, drawing both his eyes and Jorden’s downward. They both silently pray it’s an update on the officers coming to save them.
Taking his phone out, Dionell answers and places it against his right ear. Only a few seconds pass before Dionell nods and pulls the phone away. He presses a button on the screen and positions the device between himself and Jorden.
“How are y’all doin’ in there?” A voice comes through the phone speaker, sounding feminine. Jorden appreciates being able to hear the conversation this time around but dreads having to speak themself. Dionell seems to pick up on this, so he answers for the both of them.
“We’re holding out.”
Jorden is thankful that Dionell isn’t expecting them to talk to the woman on the phone, but they do wish he wouldn’t use words like ‘holding’.
“Happy to hear it! I’m with the local fire department. We’re going to getcha both out safely.” The woman assures, sounding confident and calm. It’s the type of tone that would usually put Jorden at ease. Yet all they feel now is intense pain and anxiety. It must be written all over their face, for Dionell asks a question Jorden is dying to know.
“Thank you. How long do you think it’ll be?”
Jorden holds their breath, praying to anything listening that they’re about to hear a small time estimate.
“It should take us an hour max.” She answers smoothly. It’s said in a way that suggests this is good news, but Jorden sees it very differently. They feel their heart sink into the pit of their stomach. Their face becomes white as their bladder screams inside of them. It pushes against their willpower, threatening to burst them open if they don’t relieve themself this instant.
“Please hurry,” Dionell’s words echo what Jorden feels, but they are slowly giving up hope.
“We’ll do all we can. Is something the matter?”
Dionell’s eyes briefly glance up at Jorden. He seems to debate saying what he’s about to, but ultimately decides to go for it.
“There is a bit of a…bathroom emergency,” Dionell explains with as much professionalism as he can. Jorden squeezes their eyes shut, hoping to magically escape this humiliating situation. Ideally winding up in a bathroom.
“I see. We’ll get y’all out as soon as we can.”
Not at all reassured, Dionell thanks the woman once again and hangs up the phone. Jorden is glad she doesn’t want them both to stay on the line the whole time. If they’re destined to have an accident in front of their neighbor, at least it won’t also be on call with a firefighter. Although Jorden is more than aware that everyone working on the elevator will get to see all of the wet aftermaths as soon as those doors open.
With that depressing thought in mind, Jorden whines out loud now that Dionell is the only one who can hear. It makes the man tense up as if he can read Jorden’s mind. They can’t wait an hour. They barely made it the ten minutes. Their bladder is voiding now, whether it has Jorden’s permission or not.
Starting as a small trickle, Jorden cringes as they feel the rivulets of piss snake down their legs. It’s not yet enough to show through their pants, but enough to completely soak Jorden’s underwear and genitals. The soggy warmth against their burning skin seems to only entice Jorden’s body further. They think they can stop the stream once more, but what’s the point? Jorden’s overfilled organ won’t hold up another hour. That much is clear. Why suffer through the pain for a losing battle?
Jorden is still shyly fighting it, keeping the stream weak and unrelieving. They know the damage has already been done. They know they’re fighting it for no real reason anymore. And yet they can’t seem to bring themself to relax. Their body continues to force the gentle stream out, but the shame is too much to allow Jorden to willingly wet themself. They haven’t done so since childhood.
Jorden cries out once more, overwhelmed by the pain and emotions. Even though they are technically peeing, it’s so slow, Jorden feels nothing but agony. They’re so full beyond capacity, this pathetic little stream isn’t even making a dent in all Jorden has to give. Their pants begin to darken and a faint aroma of urine fills the space, but Jorden remains full to the brim. It feels as if they haven’t gone at all, even when a tiny puddle begins to form at their feet.
“Oh my…” Dionell reacts from in front of Jorden. It seems he’s finally caught on to the accident taking place. Jorden keeps their eyes shut and refuses to look at the man, knowing they’ll find nothing but anger and disgust.
With a final sob of defeat, the force of Jorden’s stream picks up. It’s enough to inform both parties that this is the end. Jorden removes the hand from between their legs to allow an easier escape, but their stream refuses to reach full power. Jorden is unable to relax, so they decide to do the next best thing. They take a deep breath and push with all their might, forcing the stream to strengthen into a full torrent. It hisses audibly as it splashes against the fabric of their work pants. All to die back down to a trickle after a few seconds when Jorden has to breathe again. It took a lot out of them, but for just a second, Jorden was able to feel a hint of pleasure. Even though it was ripped away from them as soon as they stopped pushing.
A whine of frustration escapes Jorden as they realize this piss is going to take some work. They take a second deep breath and hold it in. They once again push with every muscle in their abdomen. It reminds Jorden vaguely of giving birth. Just instead of pushing out a baby, Jorden is pushing out gallons of piss from their stretched bladder. The hissing picks up again, this time lasting a bit longer before dying out. Jorden desperately catches their breath so they can start again, now worried about nothing but getting everything out.
The puddle at their feet continues to grow at a slow pace. With the help of the carpet, most of Jorden’s water gets absorbed directly below them, preventing the damage from spreading out too far. Regardless, Dionell takes a step back in avoidance. It’s an action Jorden barely notices, too focused on pushing another jet of piss out into their pants. Said article of clothing is completely soaked through at this point. Everything extra added into it only falls right out, creating a pattering sound in partnership with the hissing of liquid.
After another deep breath and another push, Jorden’s face is a deep red color. This is both from embarrassment and exertion. Their urethra burns with the force of their relief, but they can’t stop yet. They take a chance by peeking their eyes open, head facing downward. They are instantly met with the sight of pee-soaked pants and darkened carpet. Even worse is the still noticeable bulge right at Jorden’s pants buckle. They’re still so full.
The desire to be empty takes center stage in Jorden’s mind. They barely know what that feels like anymore, but they’re not about to stop halfway. They don’t think they could even if they wanted to, so Jorden continues to push jet after jet of piss out of their seemingly endless bladder. They know the thought is ridiculous, but they find themselves wondering if they had made it to the toilet, would they have overflowed it? Jorden is aware that would be impossible, but it sure feels like they’re voiding an inhuman amount.
It isn’t until another push later that Jorden finally feels genuine relief. The pleasure courses through them like some sort of reward for all their suffering. The whines and sobs they had been letting out previously transform into soft moans. The pain they had been feeling just a minute before has now turned into the most orgasmic sensation of their life. Not even sex has spread this much elation through their body. A shiver involuntarily shoots up their spine, making their stream sputter and cut out. Their tired muscles finally seem to be cooperating with Jorden, for they only need to gently push to get the urine flowing again. The violent hiss of before eases into a steady flow. Jorden sighs pleasantly as they are finally able to relax and enjoy the sensations going on in their lower bits.
It’s only after the final drops drip out of their genitals does Jorden straighten up. They instantly note how much easier it is without the extra pounds resting in their abdomen. There is still a noticeable ache down below from the abuse of holding it so long, but compared to what Jorden was dealing with before, they barely feel it. Jorden’s left hand comes up to rest on the now deflated area of their abdomen, a final sigh escaping them.
A part of Jorden wishes this is where their story ends, with finding relief; however, Jorden knows better. They sheepishly glance upward, eyes catching those of Dionell’s. Jorden still needs to deal with the aftermath.
“Um…sorry…” Jorden says under their breath. They feel the desire to explain themself, but what’s there to really explain? They simply couldn’t hold back anymore. The thought makes more tears poke at Jorden’s eyes, but they hold them back. Jorden has already made a big enough fool of themself. They don’t need to add any more sobbing to the list.
Instead, Jorden sniffs and wipes the leftover tears from their face and eyes. They’re sure their face is red and messy, but Jorden tries not to think about it.
“That…okay,” Dionell responds, sounding genuine. It shocks Jorden, making them look at the man with confused eyes. Jorden was sure they were about to get a lecture. The look of clear discomfort on Dionell’s face would make anyone worry. Yet Dionell only swallows awkwardly and avoids looking at the mess down below.
“It is?” Jorden asks despite themself. They should just take the win and not push it, but curiosity got the better of them. Now that Jorden is no longer in intense pain, they find themself far more interested in the situation at hand.
Dionell shifts uncomfortably at the question. His eyes break away from Jorden’s to look off to the side. It’s clear the man is fighting his desire to react dramatically. Dionell probably wants to throw a massive fit the way he does when there is trash left in the hallways. Despite a puddle of urine being arguably worse, Dionell bites his tongue. Jorden finds it oddly sweet.
“Yeah, I mean…could have happened to anyone,” Dionell answers. He still doesn’t look at Jorden, but that’s fine. Jorden finds their lips tugging at a faint smile regardless. The first one they’ve had this whole night. They know they still have to wait up to an hour in this elevator. They know they’ll have to face the firemen with wet pants. They know they’ll likely have to apologize to the janitor for the puddle. But for now, Jorden simply appreciates being understood.
“Thanks.” |
“Fuck!” I whisper-yelled, watching helplessly as a D.Va and Mei performed a double ult, Mei trapping my team with her ice wall and D.Va dive-bombing us.
I angrily took off my headset and turned off my console when I saw the “defeat” screen pop up almost instantly. As I leaned back on the couch, I checked the time on my phone: 2:37am, I suddenly felt an ache in my lower abdomen. My girlfriend, Serana, had been making me hold since about 7pm, just over 7.5 hours. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to go until I stopped gaming and leaned back, suddenly getting a great view of the bottles from the 2 liters of water and about 5 pop cans that I had drank during that time. All that yelling into my headset to beg for heals made me awfully thirsty.
I slowly got up from the couch, untangling myself from my nest of blankets the best I could without jostling my bladder too much. I knew that Serana had locked the bathroom before she went to bed, she said she “didn’t want me getting any ideas” while she wasn’t watching. I began my walk to our bedroom and passed the locked bathroom on the way. I tried the handle just to see, but it didn’t budge of course. I let out a whimper and gently placed a hand over my bladder, it was bulging slightly, just enough to fill out the palm of my hand.I walked into our bedroom and went over to Serana, gently shaking her and whispering her name.
“Serana, baby,” I whispered as I gently shook her and turned her desk lamp on. “Wake up, please.”
Serana rolled her head to look at me and sleepily opened her eyes. “Whaaat?”
“I uh…” I stammered as a wave of desperation suddenly hit. “I have to pee.” I said, lifting my shirt to show her my bulge, she was instantly awake and her eyes lit up.
“Oh? You do now?” She teased, gently pressing on my distended bladder.
I whimpered. “Y-yes, I do, mistress.”
Serana smirked and patted the bed next to her. “Come here, lay down for me, angel.”
I slowly walked around to the other side of the bed and laid down, my bladder sloshing with each movement. As I laid down, Serana sat up in our bed and smiled at me, resting her hand on my stomach just above my bulging bladder. She reached her other hand under my oversized shirt and slid it into my underwear where she rubbed my clit for a moment. I let out a moan.
“Mm, you like it when I touch you like this?” She leaned down and whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and nodded in response.
She smirked and pulled her hand out of my underwear which made me let out a whine. She gently stroked my hair and planted a kiss on my head before a devious look spread across her face and she moved her hand to rest on my bladder.
“Mm w-what are you doing?” I stammered. Even the slight pressure of her hand simply resting on my bladder made me even more desperate.
“I’m going to try to squish this bulge down. If I can, then you’re obviously not full enough. If I can’t, then you can pee, got it?” She asked, increasing the pressure on my bladder slightly, making me squirm. She grabbed my neck with her free hand. “You’re gonna stay still and hold it for me, right?” She whispered as she slightly squeezed my throat.
I nodded and she smiled, letting go of my neck. “Good girl.”
Serana slowly increased her force, squishing my overly-full bladder so it was flat, it looked as if I had no bulge at all. I tightened the muscles in my thighs and held my bladder the best I could. Serana looked up at me with an over-exaggerated “you poor thing” look on her face.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” She said, rubbing her hand in circles as she pressed on my bladder. “You really do look desperate, you’re all red in the face and you look like you’re about to cry. You can’t have to pee that bad, right angel? It’s only been a few hours.”
“I-I do… I r-really h-have to go…” I stammered, doing my best not to squirm.
Serana rubbed my bladder some more before letting up a little. “Oh, I guess I’ll let up on the pressure then.” She said with a smirk. “Just a little bit though, I love playing with your bladder like this. Your bulge is so cute and nice to play with, like a stress ball.”
Serana gently pushed on my bladder with her index and middle finger and began to palpate it. She continued like that for a moment before she switched to rubbing it with her whole hand and occasionally squeezing. My legs began to shake as the pressure started building and I cried out.
“MISTRESS!” I cried, bringing my hands to my crotch and holding myself. “Please, I-I don’t think I c-can h-hold it anymore, please let me p-pee. Pleasepleaseplease.” I desperately begged.
Serana looked at me lovingly before aggressively pushing down on my bladder and removing my hands from my crotch. “Sure you can, I’ll help you.” She said sweetly.
She began to massage my clit while palpating my bladder. She gently ran her fingers over my clit for a moment, teasing me before she started massaging in slow, soft circles. She noticed my nipples getting hard and gently sucked on them through my shirt. I let out a loud moan and started bucking my hips as she increased her speed slightly.
“I-I’m gonna c-cum if you k-keep doing th-that.” I managed to get out between breaths.
“Go ahead, angel, cum for your mistress.” She whispered in a dominant, commanding way.
“N-no, I’m gonna p-pee on you i-if I do.” I stammered, panicking as I knew I wasn’t good at holding back orgasms.
Serana simply smirked at me and continued to pleasure me. I started grinding into her hand and felt the build-up of an orgasm. I finished with a loud moan and an arch of my back. Serana continued to press on my bladder until I lost control and soaked our bed.
“Great job, angel. You were so good for me. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” Serana said, planting a kiss on my cheek as she got up to draw me a bath. |
This story was inspired by the video game Gotham Knights and contains male peeing, heavy desperation and some public nudity
Robin:
This night of patrol was particularly long and trying. The group had so much investigative work to do, Mr. Freeze and the Regulators were launching their Assault on STAR Labs at the same time that they had found a lead on a Court of Owls hideout. They needed a couple people on patrol, while the others would get some much needed rest. Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) and Robin (Tim Drake) went out to divide and conquer while Red Hood (Jason Todd) and Nightwing (Dick Grayson) stayed back at the Belfry for support. Robin went to handle Freeze while Batgirl went to pay a visit to the Court. Both Robin and Batgirl had each downed a coffee and a couple large waters to get them through the patrol since they knew it would be a long one. With both Bruce Wayne and Jim Gordon dead, crime had really ramped up in Gotham. They had so many areas to cover and the police couldn’t be trusted, especially with Catherine Kane in charge. She gave all GCPD officers orders to capture all vigilantes on sight. But they still had a job to do.
Robin spotted two trucks outside of STAR Labs. A handful of Regulators were guarding the entrance with two snipers on the roof, nothing he couldn’t handle. After dealing with them, he went in through the garage. The Regulators had control of the security rooms and were closing in on large stashes of cryo-weapons. His next task was to defeat the Regulators guarding the security feed. Looking at the feed confirmed their worst fears. The Regulators were already a powerful gang but now were working for Mr. Freeze, who had newer and more improved tech. While his suit had heavier armor and a more powerful gun, Robin did find traces of cryo-gel leaking from it. Following the trail he left, he saw the various guards and scientists that Freeze had killed in the assault. To make matters worse, the Regulators now had access to drones. Room after room of Regulators possessing various varieties of weapons with drones, cryo-guns, gloves and all kinds of tech were making him increasingly tired.
On top of all this, Robin was also starting to feel some pressure in his bladder, since it was incredibly cold in there and it had been about a couple hours since he had those drinks. He was hoping to finally get to Freeze so he could get out of the cold and eliminate the ache in his bladder. After following the trail to its end, Robin ended up in a large room that was closed off. The door was sealed shut by ice and in the other room were two scientists who were trapped by Freeze. Robin couldn’t seem to get any answers out of him, and Freeze was in no mood to talk. Before escaping the lab, he destroyed the airlock and froze the door shut behind him. The scientists were trapped and running out of oxygen. Fortunately, Robin could use the rail gun to save them, but had to hold off an entire Regulator army to get the gun powered up and then fired. Enemy after enemy came charging at Robin, crowding around him. All the swinging of his staff, throwing of pellets and flipping around to dodge attacks showed incredible stamina, but he also felt a growing need to pee, as with each dodge and movement he felt all that pent up urine sloshing around inside of him. Sooner or later it would have to come out, but he couldn’t leave until the scientists were safe. He also realized that due to the extreme temperatures, if he wet the suit, his pee would freeze and it would be really bad for him.
Finally, the rail gun had powered up and he pressed the button. The gun fired, blowing a hole in the wall and the scientists were able to escape safely. They didn’t know anything about Freeze’s plans, but at least they were alive and well. That was also Robin’s cue to leave since GCPD was nearly at the scene. He sat perched atop a gargoyle overlooking the lab as he brought Jason, Dick and Alfred up to speed. The most surprising part was not making it out of there on time, but the fact that he held his composure during the conversation especially as his bladder was ready to burst.
After helping some people in the city, he was on his way back to the Belfry. While on the Batcycle, he got a call. The Belfry wanted him to check on Alfred. Alfred had left to go on a walk with Jacob Kane. The two are old friends and hadn’t spoken too much since Bruce died. But this was just more time separating Robin from a much needed pee. Nevertheless, he watched Alfred and Jacob from a distance. A few minutes into watching the two old friends, he felt a spasm in his bladder. His hands shot down to his crotch as he was putting in a Herculean effort to make sure he didn’t pee in the suit. He was bouncing around on the top of a building, his desperation growing rapidly by the minute.
As another spasm hit, he thought of Bernard. Bernard would love seeing him like this. He knew that Bernard had a thing for pee but Tim rarely experimented on it with him. He didn’t mind it though, the naughty exchanges via text or Zoom was what kept them going when they couldn’t see each other for long periods of time. Sadly, that was more often than not. Tim had some pleasant pee experiences with Bernard, so the kink was growing on him. The unfortunate thing was that Tim couldn’t just turn up at his door with a full bladder for a couple reasons. Tim told Bernard he was studying abroad so that he would conceal his identity. His boyfriend didn’t know he was really Robin, but he had to keep his identity secret even from loved ones. The second being the more urgent of the two in that he wouldn’t make it to his apartment before flooding the suit.
Finally as he watched Alfred and Jacob say their goodbyes, he was rejoicing that he’d have the much needed chance to pee. But he couldn’t wait until he got back to the Belfry. It had to be now. He looked around to see if there was an area he could go, but it would probably have to be away from Kane Industries. There were a handful of guards stationed outside as well a security cameras all over. If he continued west past Kane Industries, he would reach Dixon Docks. There would be no one there and he could finally let out all this pent up liquid that he had been fighting to hold inside him. He grappled away towards Dixon and right as he pressed the button to swing, he felt a strong spurt of pee jet out into his pants. He reached the top of one of the buildings, finally able to stop the flow. He was only halfway there, and he figured he would start peeing again the minute he tried to swing a second time. Time to use the slideways, a new way of teleporting short distances to reach the Docks. He was barely keeping it together at this point. He didn’t care where he would go, it just had to be now!
Finally, he reached the docks, astonished that he didn’t leak any more. Positioning the teleportation system, he landed on a vantage point where he searched for the spot he needed. He found a group of shipping containers that seemed to be obscured from the public view, basically facing just the water. That was it. Facing the what?… another dribble escaped him. He looked down at a small wet patch, basically the size of a quarter. It was certainly a good thing that he was wearing black down there. As he jumped off the crane, landing right where he wanted, another big spurt forced its way out of him. Now he really had enough. He went up towards the shipping container, unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and underwear all the way to his ankles and let rip. It took him no time to start his powerful stream as soon as his member plopped free from the confines of his clothes. He started pushing with all his might, ending his hold in spectacular fashion, with pee bouncing off the container all around him. He didn’t care about splashback, though. The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was that he was finally free from the aching sensations. He stood there naked from the waist down, furiously emptying his bladder against the wall of the shipping container. It was hard for him to stifle his moans of relief as a torrent of piss continued to shoot out of his tired and desperate body. He leaned with his arm against the container, not even bothering to hold his fully exposed penis as the beam of urine continued to powerfully shoot out from it. His stream slowed a bit, as he took a brief break. Exhausted that he finally had the chance to let it out, he breathed and pushed again. More continued to come out, it seemed never ending. Aside from finally being able to pee and preventing a full blown accident, he very much enjoyed the cool breeze of the night washing over him. His balls, taint, legs, thighs, butt cheeks and of course his penis all being caressed in the wind, finally relaxing as he stood there, enjoying this long awaited release. After about a minute (which certainly felt longer, he had finally finished relieving himself. He stood there admiring the very large puddle he produced, and he shook his penis a couple times to make sure there wasn’t any left. After pushing and letting a couple more brief spurts out, he was now officially finished. He stepped back and pulled his pants up, and made his way back towards the Belfry after a long night of patrol. He still felt some wetness in his pants, but was thankful that it wasn’t worse than that as it easily could have been. Oh, Bernard would have adored this. He might have even held it for him while he went. He missed Bernard and knew he would have loved to see him in such a state. The next time they saw each other, he’d have to make it up to him. This was exhilarating, and he figured that re-creating it might be fun. For now though, he was tired and ready to call it a night. |
We have desperation, wetting, some nudity, and a blowjob scene. It is inspired by a character and scene from the Star Wars Series Andor.
Upon her return to Corouscant, Supervisor Dedra Meero was highly disgraced. She was hesitant to show her face anywhere, especially around the higher ranking officials in the ISB. After what happened on Ferrix, she nearly died and a significant uprising happened on her watch. She was certain that there would be consequences of some kind. She was called to a personal meeting by Major Partagaz, where she knew she’d have to face the music. She was summoned to the conference room where she would have to wait for his arrival, giving her more time to think about how she would defend herself. On top of all this, she was starting to feel a slight need to urinate. She was strong, though. She was too proud to put anything above her devotion to the Empire, and this was nothing. Dedra arrived in the conference room and realized that Major Partagaz wasn’t there. He didn’t say when he’d be there, which was odd. Partagaz was a detail-oriented person, someone who was very precise. He would never be late, and even if he was he’d let someone know how long it would take him to arrive. She stood there waiting about 5 minutes, and her superior still wouldn’t show. She had been nervously pacing around, occasionally pee dancing as well. As her back was turned to the door, it finally opened. However, Major Partagaz wasn’t the one standing in the doorway. The only thing she heard after the opening of the door was that sound. She heard only the most terrifying sound in the whole galaxy and it sent shivers up her spine. The door opened and the sound that filled her ears went, “Pwwwhhhhh, Prrrrrhhhhh” and she knew who was standing behind her. Someone who was more machine than man, but commanded any room he was in. He said her name and she realized that the trouble she was in was more severe than she could ever imagine.
“Supervisor Meero…”
“Lord Vader….”
“I believe it is time you explain yourself.”
Now she was really panicking. She was standing before the Emperor’s enforcer, the most powerful figure in the galaxy. Darth Vader was asking her to give him a reason why he should let her live. She had to come up with something, and fast.
“Lord Vader, I take full responsibility for what happened on Ferrix. It was I who let them have the funeral for Cassian Andor’s mother on Rix Road. I wanted to lure him into a trap where we could take him alive. I wanted him to be taken into custody so we could make an example out of him. But I was wrong. I…”
As she kept going on, her speech became more hurried and frantic. She couldn’t even finish her next sentence. He walked closer and closer to her, and at a certain point, the only thing she could concentrate on was “Pwwwhhhhh, Prrrrrhhhhh” instead of making a plea for her life. She couldn’t even concentrate on her own bladder, as when she was face to face with Darth Vader, a strong spurt of pee forced its way out of her urethra and into her uniform. The good thing was that her pants were black and baggy, so that they would hide her accident to a certain extent.
“Your ambition amuses me, but you allowed these people to make a mockery of us.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“The Emperor also wishes to know how you survived this ordeal”
Another spurt came out. Now she could start to feel the wetness spreading in multiple areas. She did not want to tell him the full details of what happened, because he would certainly kill her on the spot. She explained that she was mobbed by rebels and that Syril Karn, a disgraced officer had rescued her. She told Darth Vader that he was insignificant, a leech who cared only about his own selfish interests rather than the cause. She explained that this was a pathetic man who desperately yearned for her affection and for a way to further his own failing career. She was very tense while saying all of this, which caused serious doubt in the Dark Lord’s mind. He noticed the distress and quivering in her voice, and the occasional movements of her hands towards her private areas. He was having difficulty believing that she was telling him the whole truth. She was nervous for two reasons, the first was that being scared had really increased the pressure on her bladder, and the second being that she in fact hadn’t told the full story.
At first, she was repulsed by Syril. She believed that he was a creepy stalker who cared more about getting in her pants than being of service to the Empire. But when she saw what he did for her on Ferrix, everything changed. She was shocked that he cared that much for her. She was getting kicked on the ground, crowded by Rebel attackers and Syril was the one who got her to safety. He took her to the abandoned shop and she realized who saved her.
“I should say thank you…”
“But you don’t have to.”
But she said thank you in a more significant way. She went in and planted a huge kiss on him. He was even stunned by how forcefully she threw herself at him. She loved being in control, and Syril seemed like someone who wanted to submit to her, or to at least let her take the lead. After a long and very passionate kiss, she started to unbuckle his pants. He couldn’t believe it! This was better than anything he imagined. His pants and underwear fell to his ankles and she gripped his cock in her hand. She started stroking him lightly and softly as she felt his small member grow. Dedra looked Syril in the eye very seductively as she licked his penis from base to tip a few times. She stuffed his cock in her mouth very quickly and started blowing him. Syril was now getting sucked off in a war zone, but the chaos outside the doors of the shop distracted everyone from what was really happening. She was determined to empty him out, and she increased the speed at which she moved her head back and forth. Syril was entering euphoria, but it would only last for a few more seconds, as he was about to finish. She was now very forceful as she forcefully gripped his butt cheeks and pulled him into her. That was the final straw as Syril blasted his cum straight in her mouth. With her hands squeezing his bottom, she didn’t lose a single drop. After the two got cleaned up, she promised they left the planet together and once they got to Corouscant, promised they’d see each other again.
She said none of that to Lord Vader, but he sensed something was off. He walked even closer to her. She felt his towering presence, and she was really fighting the urge not to flood her pants. This coldness she felt from being face to face with him was something that she hadn’t felt before, it didn’t even exist in the caves of Hoth.
“Perhaps this Syril has created weakness in you…”
Another quick spurt came out, but she stemmed the flow. Aside from her nether regions, her socks and boots were also now getting damp.
“It is not true, my Lord. Finding Andor is all that matters.”
He took a step back. He realized that she could still be useful.
“No matter. You must be relentless in your pursuit, I expect you not to rest until you have destroyed everyone who would even consider assisting him. You must silence every. last. one.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
He then turned and walked away from her but stopped as he reached the doorway. She started to feel a pinch around her neck and gripped the table for support.
“If you fail me again, if your weakness persists, you will not live to regret it.”
He released her and left the room. Finally, the whole ordeal was over. The fear that he had brought in her forced the dam to finally break, and she peed heavily into her pants. A puddle was growing around her feet as she just stood there, her body just giving in. It was a good thing she was alone, she was too proud to let anyone see her like this. The sags in her pants started to collect her urine a bit, which she knew she would have to get out. She let out significantly more than expected and she was fighting to hold back tears looking down at the big yellow puddle around her feet and the soaking wet pants she was wearing. Her socks and boots had filled up a bit too, and she would have to find a place to dump them out. Wetting her pants and the floor didn’t matter anymore, she was just happy to have survived.
After cleaning up the floor, she made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, wringing the last of her output from her heavily stained panties and dumping out any remaining pee from her pants and boots. She collected herself and was ready to head home. Finally being home was such a relief, as she began undressing. A shower was much needed after what had happened. She removed her wet uniform and placed it in the laundry pile. She was now nude and alone with her thoughts as she washed herself. She realized that she needed to be more ruthless than ever before to bring Andor to justice for his crimes. But the other side of her cared more for Syril than finding Andor. How would she ever manage to maintain her resolve? One thing was for sure, she never wanted to hear that sound again. Surely the next time would be the last. |
“We’ll be there soon. Just try to hold out a little longer.” The order came from the driver's seat directed to the back row of the minivan. In the back row, three girls sat next to each other.
“Does anybody else need to go?” Asked the woman sitting in the passenger seat.
“No, I think Hannah and I are good, it’s just Bethany.” One of the girls, with dark hair with purple highlights replied.
“Ughh” Bethany, the redhead groaned. She had both hands firmly clamped between her legs, pressed against her jeans shorts.
“When we get there I’ll take her straight to the bathroom, you guys just go ahead without us.” Bethany’s mom,Wendy, who was sitting in one of the middle seats, told the rest of the group. Bethany would have blushed about the way everyone was discussing her need to piss if she hadn’t made it so obvious herself. There were even a few times where she thought she was about to burst, begging them to pull over or hand her a towel. She was sitting on a towel, not wanting to ruin her friend's mom's car seat, but she was still holding onto the contents of her bladder for dear life, every bump making her wince or groan.
Her friend, Hannah, who occupied the middle seat in the back row had given Bethany the towel, but made her promise to keep holding because she knew that if Beth’s bladder burst she would get soaked by her piss as well.
The dark haired girl sitting next to Hannah, Bellatrix found the situation somewhat amusing, she did also need to pee but nowhere near as bad as Bethany did. She just shifted her legs around, and tugged on her gray running shorts to take her mind off it.
Bethany didn’t want to keep pointlessly whining or making a scene, so she just rested her head against the window, pouting, hands still between her bouncing legs, as she finally saw the sign for the amusement park up ahead. She realized relief was coming soon, and while this lessened her worries, it also sent the signal to her bladder that it could release soon, she felt the first warm trickles spurt out of her. And she groaned and pressed her hands tighter against her crotch. Her friends in the backseat and her mother could tell what had happened but they didn’t comment on it. They knew the poor girl was trying her best, and she was likely humiliated by the small leaks. They all just hoped she could make it in time.
But by the time they pulled into the parking lot Bethany was ready to just pull her shorts down there and piss on the ground. And she probably would have, if it weren’t for all the people milling around who would see her. Wendy tutted when she saw the small leaks on her poor daughter's shorts. She knew there would be a restroom at the entrance of the park, and she walked with her daughter behind the rest of the group, as the girl hobbled slowly through the parking lot.
When they made it to the entrance, what they saw made Wendy sigh and Bethany want to cry. The line for the bathrooms stretched further than the line to enter the park. And it didn’t look like it was moving very fast.
“You guys go on ahead, we’ll head to the bathroom.” Wendy told the rest of the group. “Come on Beth.” She said as she led her desperate daughter to the back of the line.
Bethany was humiliated by how much she was potty dancing, but she knew it was the only thing holding back the even worse humiliation of pissing her shorts in public. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold that back. The line was moving at a snail's pace, and they were nowhere near the front. The line was right near a fountain at the entrance to the park. It was quite pretty, but right now Bethany didn’t appreciate the decoration. The sound of running water was torture as she tried to focus all her energy on holding back the flood, but it was this sound that pushed her over the edge. She could feel, but was unable to stop the trickles of piss that ran down her slender legs into her long socks pulled up around her calves. Her knees buckled a bit, but she still kept her hands firmly pressed into her crotch.
“Mom I’m- I’m-” Wendy knew from her daughter's panicked voice that she had lost the struggle and was having an accident. And when she looked and saw, she had this confirmed.
“It’s okay honey.” Wendy comforted her daughter, then, with a sob, Beth’s floodgates completely opened. All of the piss she tried so desperately to hold spilled out drenching her shorts, turning the light denim a dark shade of blue. It ran down her legs and soaked her socks and shoes, and the rest of it trickled off into streams that ran directly onto the ground, creating a puddle where she stood.
Bethany burned red, she felt as though everyone was staring at her, an eighteen year old girl pissing herself in the line to the toilet. She noticed people pointing at the puddle, and stepping around it to avoid it. Her mother just pulled her into a side hug, and told her not to worry, that they’ll get her cleaned up.
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Rachel, Hannah’s mom, looked at the notification she just received from Wendy.
“Looks like Bethany didn’t make it to the bathroom.” Rachel told the rest of the group. “Poor girl.”
“Wait, she had pissed herself? No way.” Bellatrix asked.
“Bella!” Her mother, Maria, scolded her daughter for her crassness. “The poor thing was holding it for hours, and we’re not going to sit here and pretend like you’ve never had an accident.”
“Mom! Shhh!” Bella blushed, she didn’t want to discuss her history of bathroom accidents, especially not in such a public place.
“Oh please.” Maria shrugged her daughters concerns off. “In fact, we should look for a bathroom before we go any further.”
“Ugh, I don’t need to use the bathroom.” Bellatrix insisted. This wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be reminded to use the bathroom and be taken there by her mother like she was some kid. “Let’s just get on a ride.”
The four women got in line for the first roller coaster they saw. Bellatrix was excited for this one, she had read about how crazy it was supposed to be, and she felt the anticipation in her stomach when she looked up at the height and heard the scream of the riders who were already on board.
Or at least, she thought it was anticipation at first. She quickly realized however that in addition to her need to piss, she also needed to poop as well. The group was already in the line, and they had a forty-five minute wait ahead of them, and the line behind them only grew longer. Bellatrix knew she would just have to hold it until they got off the ride and could head to the bathroom, but she was starting to regret not taking her mothers advice.
She could tell her mother was regretting not using the bathroom either, soon, she was bouncing around making her need to pee vocal.
“Ugh, I should’ve just gone to the toilet without you, how long is this line going to take?” Maria brushed her long blonde hair aside, adjusting her tan capris to try to lessen the strain on her bladder.
“Another thirty minutes at least.” Rachel answered. “Wanna just get out of line and go? I’ll stay with the girls.”
“I don’t know I-” Maria began before she was hit with a strong wave of desperation. She was basically hunched over at this point. “Yeah I think that might be a good idea.”
But they were being kept in line by a metal barrier. Maria didn’t expect to be able to fight her way through the crowd of people behind them, so she knew she would have to get by the barrier. She bent down to duck underneath the barrier, but the position was awkward, basically a squat, and this was too much for her bladder. The whole group and everyone near them in line watched as the dark, glistening patch spread on the crotch of her tan capris. She was still in this squat position, too shocked to move, as the piss gushed through her pants creating a large puddle underneath her. The squat position caused the flow to be loud and powerful, as if she was on the toilet, but instead of water, the piss just splashed onto the hot pavement beneath her.
“Well, I guess I don’t need to go anymore!” Maria laughed it off. But Bellatrix was mortified, so many people had just watched her mother piss herself! In addition to her humiliation, witnessing her mom's accident made her need to pee that much worse. As she watched her mother walk off, with the wet patch on the back of her pants, she wondered if she could avoid that fate.
By the time she got to the front of the line, she was basically using all of her willpower to keep from potty dancing on the spot. She was shifting back and forth, tapping her fingers on her thighs, and biting her lip.
“Are you nervous?” Hannah asked her friend. Bellatrix blushed at her desperation being noticed, but she told the brown haired girl that it was just nerves. And truthfully, she was nervous, she had to pee extremely badly, and her bowels were rumbling too. She had no idea what effect the roller coaster would have. She got on the ride and sat next to Hannah, praying that she wouldn’t piss all over her friend. As the lap bar came down, she let out a little leak from the pressure. Feeling the warm wetness stain her panties didn’t help her desperation, and as the roller coaster began to ascend, she felt all the piss inside her begin to slosh around. Then, the roller coaster reached its peak, and she looked over at Hannah, Bella remembered how she was worried about Bethany peeing on her during the car ride. Bella just hoped Hannah would forgive her for the accident she was about to have.
The roller coaster dropped fast, and Bella heard the screams of her fellow riders, and she felt her warm piss stream out of her, soaking into her panties and shorts. What didn’t soak into her clothes splashed around her seat, puddling under her ass and running down onto the floor beneath her. She felt twists and turns of the roller coaster, and felt her friends hand on her arm, Hannah was trying to tell her something but Bellatrix couldn’t hear her, not over the screaming voices, the air blowing by her ears, or the fact that she was trying to block out that this was even happening right now.
By the time the ride came to a stop, Bellatrix was burning red, and Hannah was still trying to talk to her. But Bella got out of her wet seat as fast as possible, and ran to the exit of the ride. She had humiliated herself by pissing her pants on the ride, but that wasn’t the end of her worries. She still needed to find a bathroom, quickly, or else she would fill her soaking wet panties as well. She entered the gift shop area, and heard the murmurs of people commenting on the girl with the obvious wet patch on the back of her gray shorts. She tried to block them out, and scanned the store for a restroom, but she didn’t find one. Instead, her eyes landed on the photos of the ride displayed for sale. She saw herself and Hannah, and the extremely visible wet patch on her crotch.
Bellatrix ran out of the store to continue her search for a toilet. And she ran into her mother, Bethany, and Bethany’s mother.
“Bella! What happened?!?” Maria asked her daughter. She wasn’t about to scold her for her accident, that would be hypocritical, but she just wanted to make sure her daughter was alright.
“Mom, where’s the bathroom?” Bella ignored her mothers question and asked her own.
“It’s around the corner but the line is huge.” Maria answered. “Why? If you want to get changed there’s other changing rooms. Bethany could show you where they are.”
Bellatrix noticed Bethany had on new, pink cotton shorts, they were obviously purchased from the gift shop as they had the name of the park on them. But that’s not what Bellatrix was worried about, when she heard that the line for the bathroom was huge, her stomach dropped even further. She had no idea what to do. She began to contemplate the unthinkable.
“Mom, please… I need to…” Bella began to walk off behind the gift shop, where nobody could see. She heard her mother call after her to ask where she was going, but she didn’t stop. Her slow walk began to turn into a waddle as she felt the contents of her bowel begin to push out of her. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she wasn’t private enough, there were still people around who could see her, but her stomach didn’t care. Her knees buckled and she sank into a squat, pulling her shorts down to expose her soaked purple panties with black trim. Then, she felt the warm, hard mass of shit push out of her. It bulged in her panties, then nestled in them, pressed between the wet fabric and her skin. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and she looked up and realized her mother had watched the whole thing.
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While that was happening, Hannah was telling everyone else what had happened on the roller coaster, which was now being shut down for cleaning. They all decided not to mention this detail to Bella when she came back, so they wouldn’t embarrass the poor girl any more. Hannah didn’t blame her for the piss that got on her shorts, she was more worried about whether or not her friend was doing okay. Bethany seemed to be consoled by the fact that she wasn’t the only one who had an accident, but was still not happy with the dumb shorts and lack of panties she had to deal with. Rachel couldn't believe the day the group was having, and Wendy was worried about what was said about the bathroom line.
“Do you think there’s any other bathrooms anywhere nearby?” She asked Rachel.
“Not you too Wendy.” Rachel laughed. “Honestly you might as well join the club and pee your pants too.”
Wendy gave a slight chuckle in response, but her problem wasn’t that she was about to pee her pants, it was her stomach. She had woken up with an upset stomach this morning, it was so bad that she considered not even coming to the park, but she decided to power through this issue and join in. Now she was beginning to make a list of her regrets. She regrets coming here instead of sitting at home with easy access to a toilet all day. She regretted not using the toilet while she helped her daughter change her clothes and get cleaned up after her accident. She regrets not getting in line for the bathroom sooner, as she can see it beginning to stretch even longer from where she was standing.
After being able to get cleaned up and changed, Bethany was in a much better mood. The humiliation of her accident earlier that morning was still fresh in her mind, but she wanted to put that behind her and try to enjoy her time at the park.
“Mom, do you want to go on this ride?” Beth asked her mother. The ride she pointed to was similar to the teacups, it spun the riders around so fast they appeared to almost be a blur. Wendy was hesitant, but then she saw the look on her daughter’s face. She didn’t want to let her down, especially after the humiliation she had to endure earlier.
And so, against her better judgment, Wendy got on the ride. It began slow at first, slow, but the rotations were still enough to shake her stomach up. Then the ride began to pick up speed, and she had to clench to keep the contents of her bowels in. But the fight was pointless. Soon the ride hit full speed, and her mess began to push out of her into her jeans. She wanted to get up from her chair, to try to escape the ride and run to find a bathroom, but the increased gravity from the ride kept her trapped against her seat. More and more the hot mushy mess began to fill her panties and press against her ass, and she even felt a little bit of piss trickle out of her and stain her jeans. By the time the ride stopped, she was a complete mess. Her panties were covered in shit, and her jeans had a noticeable brown spot on the back. Bethany, who was oblivious to all until now looked over at her mother and realized that she had an accident too.
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While separated from the rest of the group, Hannah and Rachel had decided to get on a ride themselves. The drop tower. Hannah’s shorts were still slightly wet from sitting next to Bellatrix, but she wouldn’t stop that from letting her have fun. Rachel was just hoping that there wouldn’t be any more issues today, not after the amount of accidents the group has had.
But while they were in line both women realized they had needed to pee. Neither told the other, it wasn’t that bad of a need, but they would have to go after this ride. So, once they got strapped in they hoped the ride would go quick and smooth. But of course with their luck, it wouldn’t.
Rachel felt her legs dangle as the tower raised them to the top of the park, and she looked over at her daughter who was smiling with anticipation. From there they could see everything. All the rides, attractions, people, and bathroom lines. Then, just as they finished taking all the sights in, the ride dropped them fast down to the ground. The riders all screamed, including Rachel, but her’s were for a different reason. Her bladder released a sudden spurt of piss into her panties when the drop happened. Her bladder was never strong, especially ever since she became a mother, but she wasn’t expecting this. She pressed her crotch into the restraint between her legs as the ride raised them back up high. Then, it dropped again, and even more piss escaped out of her, the seat restraint was the only way she could hold her crotch, but it also meant that she couldn’t press her legs together. Then, on the third time the ride began to make its ascent up, it made a mechanical jerking noise and stopped.
“What’s going on?” Hannah asked her mother. Then she was answered by a PA announcement.
“Please remain calm, the ride has come to a stop due to a mechanical failure. We are attempting to fix it and will be done shortly.”
All the riders began to talk amongst themselves. How soon is “shortly?” What sort of error? Rachel was panicking, her bladder was ready to pop after those leaks. She knew there would already be little stains on her jeans. But when she looked over at her daughter, she could instantly tell she was in the same boat as well.
“You need to pee too?” Rachel asked Hannah, causing her daughter to blush. “It’s alright, I wet myself a little when the ride dropped. I think I might just go.”
“What?!?” Hannah asked, blushing even harder. She was doing the same thing her mother was, pressing her crotch against the restraint between her legs. Only Hannah’s squirming was more obvious, she was even trying to wrap her legs around each other, trying desperately to not let a single drop of piss out.
“Yeah, who knows how long we might be up here, and besides it’s not like we’re the only ones to do it?” Rachel reasoned. Then, she let out a sigh, and Hannah watched in horror as a steady stream of piss emerged from underneath her mother, running down her legs and soaking the inside of her jeans, before trickling down to the ground below them.
“I’m not doing that mom! I can’t believe you just did!” Hannah said, but it may be too late for her. Watching and hearing her mom's piss stream made her desperation that much worse. She saw a crowd gathering below the line. A crowd including her friends and their moms. She knew there were so many eyes on her, but there wasn’t much she could do besides press her crotch against the restraint, and this didn’t do much to help. They had been trapped for nearly ten manures now, she could tell the crew was working on the ride, but she could also tell she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Little trickles already began to escape out of her. Some just soaking into her panties, some running down her tan slender legs.
“Hannah, just go, it’s okay.” Rachel told her, but Hannah wished she hadn’t. Hearing her mother say that made it almost impossible to stop the leaks now. They were constant, almost every two seconds, and growing stronger and lasting longer. Her crotch was soaked, and she knew her white shorts had to have become see through. But no matter how much she leaked she didn’t become any less desperate. From their height, she could see the fountain at the entrance of the park. The same fountain that made Beth piss herself. She never would’ve guessed at the time she would be in the same situation later. Pissing her shorts publicly. She wondered what Beth felt like, when the warmth blossomed against her crotch and ran down her legs. This thought, the sight of the fountain, and her desperation, all became too much for Hannah. She felt another leak, but this wasn’t a leak, it was the real deal and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Hannah squirmed and whined against the restraints. Her mother told her comforting words, but she could also hear the comments from the other riders, she knew people were pointing at her. The piss completely soaked her panties and shorts, there wasn’t an inch of dry fabric below her crotch area. She stuck her legs out as the piss ran down them, joining the rest that came out of her onto the ground, mixing with her mothers puddle. She wanted to cry like Beth did earlier. The warm wetness clung to her, as she felt the wind making her wet legs cold. Just as she finished her accident, the ride creaked again, then began to slowly descend.
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On the ground, Rachel surveyed the damage, she found out about the messes Wendy and Bellatrix made, and saw that her daughters shorts were so wet they were basically see through. The thin white denim clung to her daughter's legs and butt, and you could see her cheeks, and the thong she was wearing. Bethany, who had the first accident, was consoling her two friends who were still in tears over theirs. Wendy and Maria were handling their accidents better, but Maria was getting tired of the stares she was getting, and Wendy was clearly disgusted with herself. Everyone was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes.
“What a day huh?” Rachel asked, always trying to stay lighthearted in these sorts of situations. “Guess it’s time to head home, does anyone need to use the bathroom before we leave?” |
A real short one while I wait for votes on the interactive story! Enjoy!
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Tinkaton sat in her seat as the bus rolled down the street. Her big hands were jammed into her tiny crotch, her tiny legs wiggling and her thighs quivering as her bladder was ready to burst. Each bump the bus hit sent a jolt through her body, threatening to force her to release everything pent up. The poor girl had nearly been late for her bus home, and in her rush, had no time for a bathroom break beforehand. She did have time to down her giant cup of fruit punch she had bought before, along with other miscellaneous drinks she had consumed that day. For such a small Pokemon, it all went straight to her bladder and now begged for release.
"G-gotta.... hold it..." She whimpered to herself. Her whole body shook with agony as the giant ocean pushed against her aching spintchers. Every liquid in her kidneys had filtered out right into her tiny bladder, and now there was a giant watermelon weighing her down, trying so hard to force itself out and give her release.
The bus was close to her stop, but was it close enough? Each passing moment she could feel the tiniest drops escape, forcing herself to grip tighter to try and keep her liquids under control. It was such a struggle it was almost arousing, making her want to rub one out right there on the bus, but she couldn't do such a thing! How indecent that the thought even crossed her mind. Not only was it inappropriate, but if she came, she'd probably lose control of bladder as well. She'd have to hold back both of her intense desires until she got home, no matter how horny nor desperate she was getting.
A few minutes later, with her bladder on the verge of giving in, the bus finally hit her stop. She cautiously got up, arms still jammed into her tiny crotch as she stepped out the door. Slowly she walked up the street towards her apartment, very carefully and slowly, so scared of her bladder exploding right then and there. Every few seconds, the pressure and arousal made her pussy swell and throb with orgasmic need. Was she really about to cum just from holding it in? Was it really that hot to her? She had to pause walking to prevent herself from finishing right then and there. 'Just wait til you're inside' she said to herself 'You can masturbate all you want inside...'. The thoughts of rubbing herself out to orgasm was an even more arousing thought at the moment, and was actually helping distract her from her other more pressing need.
After what felt like ages, she made it to her apartment. She hopped and bounced in place as she looked for her key, finally finding it and unlocking her door. She made a mad dash for the bathroom, bladder teetering on the edge, turning the knob only to find it wouldn't over.
"Oh! Sorry Tinky, I'm a little busy!" That was the voice of Tinkaton's roommate, Cinderace, they were her best friend since high school.
"Ahh! Hurry hurry hurry!" Tinkaton pounded on the door, bladder ready to explode any second if Cinderace didn't hurry. "I am literally about to explode right now!"
Cinderace was rather into Tinkaton desperation, blushing when they heard how close she was to bursting. "Ah? How bad to you have to go, huh?" They teased from inside, smirking.
"I-if I don't get in there in the next 30 seconds it's all gonna come out! I'm literally teetering on the edge here!" Her bladder was screaming at her to let loose. Being so close to relief made it so much harder to contain. More tiny drips were leaking out of her. "I-I'm literally leaking-!"
Cinderace was getting more and more aroused. As much as they loved teasing her, they didn't want her to make a mess knowing they'd have to clean it. So they relented, opening the door for Tinkaton. "Alright, its all yours~"
Tinkaton rushed in, pulled down her shorts and panties, sitting on the toilet. Allowing her bladder to finally give in.
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....
"A-aahhh... Haaa... O-oh my god...." Tinkaton panted, almost moaning as her contents were released with such force. Cinderace was still in the bathroom, unable to stare at the arousing sight in front of them.
Tinkaton's moans continued to escape her mouth as her jet of piss only finally died down. As she finished peeing, she felt her pussy once again quivering with orgasmic need, she had nearly came just from relieving herself.
Tinkaton's hand almost went to her crotch to rub it out and finish, before she realized Cinderace was still in the room, staring directly at her. The two of their faces were reddened with embarrassment, but also arousal for the other. They stared at each other for awhile, before Cinderace finally broke the silence.
"...I-I could... help you out you know, if you wanna go to my room..."
Tinkaton's heart leapt with excitement. "T-that sounds great!"
Tinkaton cleaned up, and the two made their way to the bedroom. Tinkaton hopped onto the bed, spreading her legs out in front of Cinderace. Cinderace stared at her plump, quivering pussy, the sight of which made their dick stuck up in their shorts. The quickly tossed their shorts off and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Tinkaton with their decently larger member.
They slowly pressed their tip up against her wet pussy, making Tinkaton bite her lip to hold back a moan. She had been on the verge of climaxing all day, getting a chance to properly de-stress was just what she needed. Cinderace continued to grind their dick against her, both of them softly moaning before Tinkaton began to beg them to push it inside.
Unable to deny the request, Cinderace pushed their large dick into Tinkaton's pussy, making her moan out loudly in bliss. The very quickly started thrusting in and out, hitting every sweet spot imaginable inside of Tinkaton, making her entire body quiver with each movement. This thrusting was fast but steady, the both of them moaning and shaking with pleasuring, feeling closer and more connected than ever before. But soon, Cinderace needed more, starting to really speed up, which in turn made Tinkaton moan louder and louder as she started to get close to climaxing.
"Aahh... C-cinderace I'm gonna cum...!" Tinkaton moaned out louder, each thrust pushing them closer and closer to going over the edge. Cinderace redoubled their efforts, pounding her with as much speed and force as they could manage. It wasn't long before the two of them reached their limits. Tinkaton was first, crying out loudly as she came and her walls closed around Cinderace's dick. This quickly pushed Cinderace over the edge, they thrusted directly into her one last time, letting their pent up load of cum pump out directly into Tinkaton. Tinkaton quiver with overwhelming pleasure, climaxing a second time just from Cinderace filling her.
After a few moments, Cinderace collapsed on top of Tinkaton. The two embraced in a soft cuddle, their bond stronger than ever as they happily dozed off to sleep together. |
Preface: Hey guys sorry its a long one and hope you enjoy! Apologies if there are some grammar and spelling issues and let me know what you think!
Title: Planet uncharted
Warning: This story contains messing (contained), sex, and fantasy violence. Read at your own discretion.
Chapter 1: A great team
A screech echoes from deep in the forest. You find yourself entrenched in a fierce battle. The creatures you are engaged with are straight out of a horror novel. Close enough to look human from a distance but they move in unnerving and frantic ways. While you fire a frenzy of blasts into the beasts, a haunting click breaks the constant sounds of rifle fire. Your pulse rifle stops firing. After a brief pause, you begin to rapidly pull the trigger. All you hear is a clicking with no pulse shot. The creatures begin to realize what’s happening and start slowly moving in. You freeze for just a moment to think, but one of the creatures uses this as an opportunity to lunge at you. These unsightly monsters are human-like with pale skin and have only black holes where their eyes should be. Their unnatural jaws unhinge with razor sharp teeth that rip through flesh like butter. The biggest one you’ve heard of was 10 feet tall. Luckily the one trying to make you lunch was on the smaller side. With lighting speed you drop your rifle and dodge the first blow. Quick on your feet, you whip out your R-1 tool from your belt and manage to stab the abomination with a fatal blow. It lets out a scream as it falls to the forest floor spewing black oily blood all over your arm and tool. But before you can even get your bearings again more creatures begin to surround you. Starting to back up, R-1 blade drawn, you try to analyze the best possible way out. The kill you got made them wary but they still were approaching you. After slowly walking backwards for a few moments you finally hit a dead end. It’s a tree. You are pinned between these creatures and the tree at your back. There is no way out from this. The realization dawns on you. This could be it. A loud crackling noise can be heard and a mushy feeling in the seat of your suit, creating a now ever growing bulge protruding from your firm and plump rear. A warm wet patch starts spreading across your crotch and sliding down the sides of your thighs. Eventually it even starts to shoot out of the fabric onto the ground below you. The warm liquid starts to fill your boots. It feels like standing on the shore with your shoes.You are soiling yourself. Just before the next creature lunges at you, you shake your head and snap yourself out of it, narrowly dodging the creature. This could be the end but you’ll be damned if you don’t die without a fight. So with a yell, you continue to fight on. But just as you are about to launch forward, a loud thunderous light hits the ground surrounding you. There was a bright flash that knocked you into a sitting position. Before you can even register the mess you now sit in, the line of smaller creatures in front of you are incinerated. It's your partner, Jesse. While he was skidding down from the side of an overhang, particle rifle in hand, he tossed a particle grenade into the grouping of creatures. Still sliding down the hill, he begins to fire a barrage of rounds into the rest of the creatures in front of you. He had come just in time. You can feel the heat of embarrassment fill your face for the current “situation” your suit is in but you choose to ignore it for now. You climb to your feet and pull out your R-1 tool. You run toward the distracted creatures. Every step feels like you’re walking through a marsh with your socks on. With a frenzy of swings your R-1 tool slices through the creatures with ease. They all begin to fall one by one with each slash of your blade. These hell spawn are able to land a few blows however. The hits mark up your armor and shake you around a bit, but you are able to quickly parry each lunge. While in the tango of combat you look over your left shoulder to see that Jesse is not far from you. You begin to fight desperately in order to get to him. With every swing, the mushy bulge in your suit grows more apparent, spreading with each calculated stride. The tightness of the suit allowed for damage control, but it could only do so much. You can feel it squishing all over your lower body. As you push forward with your soiled suit fight you begin to notice the creatures thinning out. Jesse is now only a stone's throw away. Locking eyes for a moment he screams “Catch!” and tosses his particle revolver to you. Catching it with ease you pull the hammer back and start firing. The both of you make quick work of what remains. You and Jesse fight like a well oiled machine. The two of you really are the perfect team. As the both of you continue to slaughter these abominations you can see the moral of these creatures change. Those that remain begin to retreat and scurry back into the deep wooded forests. As the last of the creatures fall and the remaining run away, you plop to a kneeling position. It is over. Sitting down to catch your breath you can feel the mess spread around the seat of your suit. It was so dirty and primal. You feel so embarrassed. But for some reason, this feeling coupled with acting like a frightened animal is starting to have another effect. You begin to tremble a bit. “Am I turned on?” This question echoes within your mind. It’s so dirty and naughty… you start to get excited. But the feeling doesn’t last long as Jesse is beginning to walk over to you. The last thing you need for him to do is figure out this turns you on. It’s already going to be embarrassing for you to be seen by him like this, let alone that you are enjoying it. Jesse walks over to you and extends his hand, you grab it reluctantly and he pulls you to your feet. Your face is hot and red. You pray you can survive the embarrassment.
You think back to how this day started. Ever since you landed on this planet you’ve been running combat drills with Jesse, who is a skilled veteran in these forests. Your two person team has scored highly in each combat scenario. It helps that Jesse is so skilled. Some around the compound even say that he is one of the best. With all your drills done, today was your first mission. The real deal. It was time to put all that training into action. A flood of thoughts are rushing through your mind while getting geared up. You look in the mirror inside your locker. A lean and skinny reflection with pretty wide hips, a plump rear, and decent “package” is staring back at you. Your feminine frame makes you a bit of a target for others. Coupled with your long hair, people often misidentified you as a woman from behind. Despite this lean frame, you were not a weak fighter. On the contrary, it allows you to be extremely dexterous. Throughout the combat drills you and Jesse took part in you two always came out on top. Your combat styles complimented each other perfectly. Going through your locker you grab the first part of the outfit, the body suit. Beginning at the top you pull the zipper down and bring it to your legs. It is a skintight black bodysuit. This suit keeps you warm in the sub zero temperatures on this planet. Inside it is a thermal coating that has a temperature control gauge built into it. You first slide each leg in one by one. After getting your legs in, you attempt to pull it over your butt but it gets a little tight around there. So with a quick tug, you manage to pull it over your plump posterior. It was a little tight fighting on you, but you like it that way. It fits nicely and snugly on your body. As you finish pulling the suit up, you can overhear Jesse talking to another team in the spa area. The team had just gotten back from a mission and were just chatting as they got clean and relaxed. “Yeah I just go in the suit now,” one man says with a laugh. “What’s the point of trying to hold it in? You’re in those below freezing temperatures for hours and it hurts to hold!” a woman's voice protests. The planet is close to if not lower than -30 degrees on a decent day. It’s even colder at night. This jumpsuit must be worn at all times while out in the field to avoid injury or in worse cases death. You and a team of over 1,500 scientists brave these conditions to collect specific plants that are key in treating diseases back on your home world. The coalition government also believes that if explored further, it can find a chemical compound known as X-2. This compound offers an almost unlimited supply of energy. This endless supply could help to end the energy wars being fought by the nations that broke away from the coalition. Needless to say the suit was designed to grant the user the ability to stay out for hours at a time in these hazardous conditions. It's the perfect hazmat suit. However, it did have some downsides. The suit was next to impossible to take off without someone else’s help. Between the deadly freezing temperatures and difficulty of getting the suit off, let’s just say having a bathroom break during a mission is for the most part impossible. To combat this issue, the suits have a puffy absorbent underwear that you put on before you slip into it. It’s meant to take the place of a bathroom just in case you really have to go. As you hold this “underwear” in your hand, you can hear Jesse's voice chime into the conversation outside the locker room. “Yeah and it’s really bad for my focus. I need all my attention to be on the moment at hand. Ready for a fight at any moment”. As you adjust the temperature of your suit, you completely tune out of the conversation to focus on getting the temperature accurate. You can’t believe they actually use this “underwear”. It looks and feels like a diaper. You decide to put the suit on without it. You would just feel too silly wearing it. As you put it away in your locker, Jesse comes into the room to start getting ready as well. He looks at the underwear left in your locker. “Not going to wear it huh?” He says with a puzzled look. “I just feel a little ridiculous wearing it. I’ll be able to hold it so I’m not really all that worried” you say as you motion for him to zip up the back of your suit. “If you say so” he says with a sigh. He pulls the zipper up your back and now the suit is on you nice and tight. You turn around to face him at his locker. He doesn’t have a suit on, all he's only in his boxer briefs. You try not to stare at the noticeable bulge coming from his crotch. You are thinking to yourself that it has to be big. Jesse is also easy on the eyes to boot. He has a lean but muscular body type, much like yours, but not as “curvy” as yours. You can’t help but steal a few more glances before he gets the jump suit on. As you bite your lip you quickly pretend to be staring somewhere else as his head comes up from getting the suit over his legs. You pretend to be going through your locker as he slips his arms into the suit. “Can you get mine now?” he asks. You delicately grab the zipper and pull it up from his lower back up to the nape of his neck. Once it’s zipped up you both quickly finish getting the armor and gear attached to magnetic spaces outside of your body suits. Your outfit looks badass and compliments your features well. It’s not only practical, but you look damn good in it. That diaper would make you feel and look ridiculous. You’ll just go to the bathroom when you get back. You both grab your R-1 slicing tool, particle rifle, rations, and any other type of weapon/tool you may need and begin your walk up to the exit doors together. You take a deep breath as the exit doors slowly swing open. While taking the first steps out into the gloomy frigid forest a chill runs up your spine. “This is it”. With a deep breath you start to step forward, completely unaware of the chaos and mess that awaits.
Back to the present time Jesse helps get you on your feet. “I’m so glad you are alright. I’m sorry we got separated but you can really hold your own''. Jesse says. You just give an awkward smile as you look down, face beet red. Jesse grabs your shoulders and lifts your head up with his hand. “Hey don’t worry, it happens to everyone. This is why we all wear that underwear. It’s okay Atlas, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. You still kicked ass and kept fighting regardless so you should be proud of yourself.” He says trying to get you to look at him. “Sometimes scary shit happens and fear takes over. You can’t always control what your body does in those moments. So next time, put the underwear on, I promise it’ll be a lot more comfortable than this. Everyone says they just go when they have to. But that’s not true” as you tilt your head in confusion Jesse goes on. “You see Atlas, no one knows if it’s used from fear or just because you don’t want to hold it anymore. It’s the perfect excuse”. You look at Jesse in the eyes and shake yourself out of it. His words made you feel a little bit less embarrassed. “I’ll be sure to put it on before we leave next time” you say begrudgingly. Picking your particle rifle off the ground, the two of you push forward.
A few hours have passed now without incident. You’ve been walking around collecting samples and making sure to be vigilant of your surroundings. This forest is huge and almost seems endless. Jesse has just finished scraping off a sample from one of the tall pine like trees that surround you. “Alright Atlas,” he says, putting the last sample into a baggy “let's head back.” These words are like music to your ears. You can’t wait to get back to the compound and get out of this soiled suit and shower. Jesse comes to his feet and the two of you begin the long march back single file to the compound. You are both scanning the tree lines back and forth with your particle rifles ready for any attack. But no such attack happens. It’s quiet. As you walk you can feel the mess you are in moving around. The dirty feeling from wearing your suit is starting to turn you on. It’s so naughty. You try not to think about it to avoid getting a different kind of noticeable bulge in your suit. The one around your rear end is enough. What feels like an hour goes by of just silence, so you go to say something to start a conversation. Anything to distract yourself. As you go to open your mouth, a screech echoes and reverberates through trees and your bones. You both stop dead in your tracks. You begin to hear the sounds of something running. And it’s getting closer with each step. Jesse signals for you two to stop and crouch behind a nearby bush. As you scan the tree line back and forth you see it. This thing towers over the area. It has to be at least 15 feet tall. This nightmare worthy creature begins to move around, twitching and clicking while it moves. “It may be a brood mother,” Jesse whispers. “Let’s let her pass”. Jesse is crouched in front of you, rifle ready. Holding your breath the lumbering giant begins to walk past the bush. But, just before you think it’s about to pass it stops for a moment. Almost like it senses the both of you. Rifle at the ready you just stare at it. It starts to sniff all around the area. With a grumble, the horrifying creature turns and looks toward the bush you and Jesse are at. You freeze with your rifle in hand. You can feel warm liquid pooling at the seat of your suit and dripping to the dirt patch underneath where you’re crouching. Just as you were about to yell at yourself for losing control again, you hear a crackling wet sound in front of you. It’s Jesse. You look down to see the seat of his suit begin to bulge. He is soiling himself. Unlike you however, Jesse is wearing the special “underwear” and it’s doing a great job of keeping his mess contained. As the crackling continues the creature is just standing there looking at the bush. You both lift your rifles. As Jesse whispers “on my mark” another noise far off in the forest catches the creature's attention. It lets out a loud roar and skitters off into the darkness, away from the both of you. Jesse signals to rise up out of the bush. “As I just demonstrated, it happens to all of us.” he says with a sigh of relief. “At least I don’t have to go anymore”. You let out a small chuckle.“Let’s get back to base.” Jesse smiles and gives an affirmative nod. The two of you begin to move again and after what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive back at the large gates of the compound safe and sound.
As Jesse enters the password at the keypad to get in, he begins to speak. “It’s night time so I don’t think anyone will be up. I’ll help hide you until you can get back to our room to get out of your suit and shower.” The door begins to open. “ I’ll take the suit to get cleaned at the washing machines in the locker room. You just focus on cleaning yourself.” As you look down with shame, you mutter a “Thank you” as Jesse finishes typing the code. He grabs your hand pulling you forward. “Now stay behind me and let’s get you to the room”. As you both quickly and quietly make way toward your shared room you can feel your heart begin to race. You can't believe he’s holding your hand. Between that cool headed voice, his body, and how soiled your suit is; you can’t help but get excited. “What is wrong with me? How could this be making me turned on,” you think to yourself, “This is so gross I don’t understand how I’m enjoying this. Anyone else in this position would be ashamed.” You try to push these thoughts aside to focus on getting clean. Jesse makes his way to the door, opens it up, and pulls you inside. You both quickly close the door behind you. You turn around and face the inside of the dorm. It’s a modest area with a widescreen TV. The TV sits on an entertainment system opposite a red couch. In front of that couch is a white circular rug. On the opposite side of that area, there are beds. Between the king sized beds is a soundproof divider. It's great when one of you needs some privacy. The mattresses are some of the best you have ever slept on. You could swear you are sleeping on clouds. Next to the last bed is the door to the bathroom area. The bathroom is huge with heated floors. Inside, there are two showers and two toilets complete with a double sink placed perfectly between the showers. Each end of the bathroom has a toilet as well. For added privacy each, toilet and shower is surrounded by a soundproof stall.Jesse motions you to the bathroom “Alright go in there and take off your suit. Before you get in the shower just throw it outside the stall door and I’ll take care of it”. You go into the bathroom and walk to your stall. You quickly take off all the other gear until it’s just the soiled jumpsuit. Realizing you can’t get the back zipper off you walk to the bathroom entrance and crack the door. “hey Jesse…” is all you can get out before he comes up to you. He realized what you are asking before you can even finish your sentence. He quickly helps you get the zipper down to a spot that allows you to pull it down the rest of the way yourself. A bit of shame washes over you as you shut the bathroom door and make your way to your shower stall against You lock the door behind you blushing the whole time. The bathroom is against a solid wall of dark wood. The stall walls and door complemented this look, while the floor was light cobblestone. Just from walking in and looking around you feel relaxed. The cobblestone floor beneath you is heated further aiding your relaxation. You make your way over to the shower knob. Giving it a firm twist, hot water shoots out onto your head, through your hair, and down your body. The hot water relaxes the muscles and all the tension slowly begins to leave your body and fall onto the floor. You can feel it all flow down the drain. You stand there as the hot water flows over your skin cleansing your body. You grab the soap and begin to make your body the cleanest it’s ever been.
As the last of the soap goes down the drain, you reach for the knob and turn the water off. You open the stall door and reach for a towel on the shelf nearby. As Jesse enters you see that he still has to shower and get changed. He starts to walk toward the bathroom while saying, “My turn”. As he walks past you, goosebumps cover your body. This is new energy between you too. Something is happening here and you can feel it. You’re so focused on this feeling, you don’t notice the bulge hidden by your towel is beginning to grow. He turns and takes a quick up and down look at you from the bathroom door. “At least I’m not the only one”. He shuts the bathroom door. Looking down you realize that it’s so obvious you were hard under your towel. Mortified, you run to your bed placing your face in a pillow. The few minutes Jesse was cleaning up felt like hours. You hear Jesse walk over to his stall door and open it, Grab a towel, and then begin to walk to the bathroom door. As he enters the living space you stare at each other. Jesse begins to slowly move over to his bed. It seems like he wants to ask you something but can’t get it out. Just as you think he’s going to head for his bed he turns towards yours. He walks up and stands before you. Jesse inhales deeply then exhales. “Look I hope this isn’t being too forward, but uh… you are really good looking… and I feel like we have gotten close.. and..” Jesse keeps stumbling over his words. He finally manages to get something out “can I kiss you?”
Your face begins to heat up. You start to tremble as butterflies leave your stomach. As you let out a shaky breath, you give him a confirming nod. He sits next to you.. You look at each other locking eyes for a moment. You swear your heart’s going to beat right out of your chest. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and now you didn’t have to. As your lips touch you throw all caution to the wind and slip your tongue into his mouth. It’s like someone lit a match over an oil slick. You jump on each other. Jesse grabs you and pulls you close. You are now both kneeling in the bed, holding each other as you swap spit. You can feel Jesse’s hard cock rubbing against yours through each other's towels. You snap your hands to his waist, grab his towel, and rip it off. “Let me thank you for saving me” as you throw him down on the bed. You mount him and pin his arms down. You now go down to kiss him some more. You come back up for air, spit all over your mouth. It’s like you're drooling. You look into his helpless eyes and begin to kiss down his face to his neck. You move down his chest, to his stomach, all the way down until you are kissing the head of his cock. You spit on your hand and start stroking. Laying in a prone position and still giving him a hand job, you start kissing his inner thigh. You can hear Jesse moaning with each squirm of his body. Time to go in for the finisher. You start to lick and suck in his balls while you stroke. Then, you give a lick up from the base of his shaft up to the tip. Finally, you slide your mouth down his shaft until his whole dick is down your throat. Going down nice and slow to make sure he feels your mouth touch every inch of his cock. As you reach the base you let out a little gag. “Too cocky?” He says in a breathy whisper. Stopping for a moment and coming up for some air you mutter between breaths “If you make another pun like that I’m never doing this again”. With a smirk, you make your way back down to finish the job. Moving your head up and down you slowly begin to twist your head and move your tongue in circles at the same time. Jesse grabs your head and pushes you down further. He begins to rapidly fuck your mouth, causing tears to run down your eyes. But honestly, you love it. You just give in and let him use your mouth. All the while you can’t help but think about how good it would feel to do this in your soiled suit. “ohhh atlas” he moans braking you from your fantasy dream. He pushes your head down with one last deep thrust. He arches his back while shoving his cock down your throat. You start to feel hot liquid filling up your mouth and sliding down your throat. It was a lot. Almost choking, you swallow every drop you can, the rest slides out of your mouth along with all your drool. Jesse plops down on the bed no longer arching his back. You lift your head and immediately fall into your back trying to catch your breath. Your face was covered in spit and tears.“That was quick.” You say between breaths. “I’ve been waiting for that for months now. I’ve always thought you were cute but I was afraid to say anything. Plus after seeing you fight today, it just made me like you even more” he said. Turning red from embarrassment “You mean after I soiled myself?”. It may be crazy that he thinks you're attractive but you think there’s no way he’s into that. “ Well actually, yes I did. You're not the only one that’s turned on by that.” Jesse says while laughing. “WHO SAYS THAT TURNS ME ON” you push Jesse playfully.
There is a moment of silence after some shared laughs. You both sit up and look at each other. Jesse begins to smirk. What are you…”, before you could even say another word Jesse grabs you and pushes you onto your bed. “It’s your turn now”. Before you could even think he is on top of you. He starts to jerk you off slowly. Your brain goes stupid. You cant focus on anything else. A feeling of utter bliss takes over as you become puddy in his hands. “You look really cute right now”. Jesse says smiling. You are practically drooling, it feels so good. As you are about to get lost in this dream-like state Jesse suddenly flips you around into your stomach. After letting out a whimper, you start to feel his hand running down your back. Putting his hands around your waist, he lifts you up by the hips until your butt is sticking up in the air. Your eyes widen as you begin to feel his breath between your cheeks. He starts to eat you out. At first you were shocked and dumbfounded. But then a wave of pleasure took hold of your body. You just lie there drooling and moaning. He lifts his head up and takes a breath. A moment goes by and then you feel his cock in between your cheeks. “Do you want it?” He asks. Without missing a beat you blurt out, “Please give it to me I need it now.” You’re begging him to fuck you while you twist your hips like a dog who is excited for their bone. You feel his cock slowly slip into your ass. With each inch you grip your sheets tighter and tighter, almost pulling them off the mattress. Jesse starts to pick up the pace. He leans down and reaches his hand around to your cock. You just melt into his body as he just fucks you like an animal. A pool of drool forms around your mouth and tongue as he jerks you off. With each thrust you can feel his hips on your cheeks. You start to feel his cock beginning to throb. “Atlas im going to cum” he says, panting. Thrusting back into him so his cock goes deeper. “Do it inside me”. He grabs your hips and gives one last deep thrust. You can feel his cock pulsating as he fills you up. “You’re such a good dog”. With those words and feeling him deep inside of you, you let out a yelp as you shoot cum all over your sheets. “I’m your pet Jesse”. You both collapse on the bed breathing heavily. Jesse turns and looks at you “that.. was much…needed”. You turn and look at him. “I guess we should shower huh?”. You both start to chuckle laying in bed. “You know I’m not the only dog in this room” you say putting your head on his chest. This is the start of something beautiful and fun. Surely more adventures are to come.
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The Old Dark Castle
It was a cold evening in the January of 1875 when Gerold received a letter at his office in London. It was from a very rich woman whose name was Josephine and who lived in Vinsylvania. She had mentioned in her letter that she had an old and extensive library that had unfortunately fallen into disarray over the years and that she was looking for someone with the knowledge of literature and attention to detail to help catalog and arrange the books. Gerold could not believe himself. It was something that he had wanted to do for many years.
But amidst the allure of the generous reward she had promised in her letter and his own desire to aid her, Gerold felt a lingering unease at the prospect of traveling to Vinsylvania. With his daughter's third death anniversary swiftly approaching, his heart yearned to pay a poignant visit to the cemetery, like he did every year.
“But you must go, Gerold,” his friend Robert said, “The Lady is rich, and perhaps she will give you more work later.”
And so he agreed to go.
Ten days later he arrived at a little town called Britson. Vinsylvania was a strange and beautiful country. There were mountains, trees, and rivers everywhere. And somewhere high in the mountains was Lady Josephine’s home.
Gerold had twelve hours to wait before the train arrived to take him there, so he went into a little pub near the King's Cross railway station. Inside the pub, it was warm and friendly. The people there were all laughing and talking and Gerold took a seat in the corner, away from all the noise before he ordered the boy to bring him a tankard of pilsner.
As he saw the boy disappear behind the bar, Gerold took out the little gold pendant from his pocket and flipped it open to see the still smiling faces of his wife and daughter. He still couldn’t believe they had left him so soon.
The serving boy soon returned with a sixty-four-ounce tankard of pilsner full to the brim and Gerold slid the pendant back into his pocket before reaching out for the handle of the tall beer mug made of pewter.
He drank all day and soon it was night and Gerold was just short of drinking another tankard before making a triple century but before that could happen he decided it was time to leave. As he made it to the counter to pay for his drinks, he thought of asking the boy to show him to the urinal before he stepped out but then decided he simply had to leave or he would miss the train. He paid the fat and balding owner in silver Sickles before he walked out of the door.
When Gerold reached the platform he was relieved to find that the train hadn’t yet arrived and he started to look around for a sign of a pissory. He would have really appreciated a good piss before getting on the train but he couldn’t see a toilet anywhere. He'd have to ask someone.
He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention the word ‘toilet’ instead he asked where he could wash his hands. The guard led him to the basin situated at the middle of the platform but a look of disappointment covered Gerold’s face when he realized there was no sign of a toilet anywhere there.
When Gerold asked him if there was a private basin on the platform that he could use, the guard guided him to a space that had the sign ‘Washroom’ hanging outside.
“Finally” he sighed as he walked inside, but to his great dismay what he saw was a room full of washbasins with no sign of a urinal anywhere. And when Gerold asked the guard if there was a place where he could ‘take care of some personal matters’ he started to get annoyed and thought Gerold was being stupid on purpose. Getting restless, Gerold asked about the train that was going to Casterville, but the guard said he didn’t know anything about it. In the end, the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters.
Gerold was now starting to get worried. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, the train should have reached the platform ten minutes ago; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pouch full of money, and a rapidly ballooning bladder.
He wondered if he had missed the train and just as he was about to go to the ticket inspector's stand that was on the other end of the platform, he heard the distant whistle of a train approaching.
A minute later a scarlet steam engine pulled along the length of the platform that was packed with people. A sign overhead said Casterville Express, eleven O'clock.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd as they quickly tried to climb in and the hawkers called out in a sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with people, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Gerold pushed his cart down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a beautiful woman reading a novel and an old man drinking from a cup of tea.
He pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train and started to shove his trunk toward the train door. He lifted it up the steps and tucked it away in a corner of the compartment.
Gerold sat down next to the window where he hoped to have some peace and quiet, and soon a whistle sounded and the people on the platform clambered onto the train and it began to move. Gerold saw the men and women waving to their loved ones, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then they fell back and waved. He wished he had someone who would wave to him.
He watched those people disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. He felt a bit relieved to know the train was finally moving. He didn't know what he was going to but it had to be better than his life in the boring city of London.
Suddenly, the door of the compartment slid open and a young man came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Gerold.
"Everywhere else is full."
Gerold shook his head and the man sat down and while they had been talking, the train had carried them out of Britson.
Around half an hour later, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, sirs?"
Gerold requested a beer and exchanged two bronze Knuts with the woman as payment. In return, she presented him with a sizable fifty-ounce long-neck bottle crafted from durable ceramic stoneware, complete with a securely fitted rubber cork for its cap.
As the beer bottles were expensive, the cart lady had to come back after some time to collect it from him but when she came back Gerold asked for a couple of more bottles. As both the men sat talking and sharing tales from their pasts, Gerold went through a total of three hundred and twelve bottles of beer leaving the gentleman sitting across in sheer astonishment at the seemingly insurmountable quantity he could consume. Yet, for Gerold, this was a familiar tale. The pain of losing his beloved wife proved unbearable at times, and he would often seek solace in copious amounts of booze.
He was on the train for a whole day and by when it was almost time for him to get down, Gerold could feel all of it rushing into his bladder. Soon the train slowed down and finally stopped. He made his way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. The cold night air hit him at once. Then a lamp came bobbing over his head “Sir Gerold?”
He saw a bald man with mutton chops approach, "C'mon, follow me, mind yer step, now!" he said as two other men lifted the heavy trunk that Gerold had with him, while the bald man led him to a waggonette waiting outside the platform.
Gerold quickly got in and before he knew the waggonette traveled up into the mountains. Higher and higher it went, faster and faster. The mountains felt lonely at night and in the forest around them, the wolves were howling. It was a terrible sound.
Suddenly the waggonette stopped. A small carriage came down the narrow road on the right. Four black horses were pulling it, and the driver was dressed in black, with a black hat pulled down over his face.
“Where's the Englishman?” he called, “I've come from Casterville Chase!”
He looked strange, standing there in the moonlight, and suddenly Gerold felt a bit restless.
Soon they were on their way to the castle. The mountains were all around them and the moon was behind black clouds. Gerold could see nothing... but he could still hear the wolves. The horses went faster and faster over the rocks and potholes, sending waves of urine crashing onto the walls of his bladder.
"We will be reaching in five minutes' time. Leave your luggage on the carriage, it will be taken to your chamber separately," the driver said to Gerold.
Soon the carriage stopped at the edge of a great black lake. Gerold opened the door and got out. Perched atop the high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was the vast castle of Casterville Chase with many turrets and towers.
An oarsman was waiting for him on the boat sitting in the water by the shore. Gerold stepped in and the boat moved off at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.
Everything felt so silent as Gerold stared up at the great castle overhead.
"Head down!" the oarsman told him as the boat reached the cliff, and he bent his head and the little boat carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. He was carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until they reached a kind of underground harbor.
A guard awaited him there and he gave a hand to Gerold to help him out of the boat, and he clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. “Welcome Sir Gerold, your presence has been long awaited,” Gerold gave a nod and a smile and he clambered up a passageway in the rock after the guard’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
He walked up a flight of stone steps with the huge Oak front door and slowly, the big door opened. A voluptuous woman stood in front of him, dressed in a long tunic with a veil to cover all but the face as a symbol of her role as a 'Bride of Christ.’ Gerold was shocked to see that the rich lady who lived in this enormous castle was a nun.
She made him a curtsey as he alighted, and said in a quaint, old-fashioned manner, "I bid you welcome to Casterville Chase, Sir Gerold, I am Mother Josephine, please come in."
He was a bit taken aback that she knew his name but then realized she must have gotten word of his arrival. He stepped into the castle and she carefully locked the door behind him. She put the key into the pocket of her habit and turned to go upstairs, following her, he passed through the fine Tudor hall, and as they climbed the staircase Gerold noticed how lithe as a she-panther she was when she went up the flight of steps. They now stood in a long hall where a wood fire burned brightly, it was a long low room, paneled in black oak, at the end of which was a large stained glass window.
In the center of the room, was a beautifully arranged table beckoned with a delightful display of beverages. It boasted a dozen 101-ounce glass jugs filled to the brim with enticing lemonades, watermelon juice, and cranberry juice each. It was clear that preparations had been made for a grand gathering, but to Gerold's surprise, all these tempting libations were exclusively meant for him.
Mother Superior warmly invited him to take a seat and indulge in the refreshing concoctions. With a genuine smile, she expressed her intent behind the varied selection, saying, "Help yourself, Sir Gerold. I prepared each of these for you, unsure which flavor you would favor the most. So, I decided to present you with all three."
With great delight, Gerold started with a cup of cranberry juice that he found delicious, to say the least. They sat and talked by the fire and Mother Superior would herself refill Gerold’s cup when it ran empty. Her English was very good, and while they talked, he had time to look at her carefully. She had a beautiful face with a large bosom and hands that were soft and feminine.
They kept talking through the night and Mother Josephine kept Gerold’s cup full all the time, insisting fondly that he should finish the drinks she had made for him.
In no time, the jugs stood empty, and Gerold had successfully polished off a dozen jugs each of refreshing lemonade, tantalizing cranberry juice, and thirst-quenching watermelon juice all of which was now making him need to piss much more than he needed to when he got there.
It was nearly morning when they decided to retire to their chambers, and outside, the wolves were still howling. At last, she rose to go, casting a wistful look at Gerold, who sat like a man in a trance, for once his need to urinate was clean out of his mind.
The servant slowly and silently led him to his quarters before opening the door for him and wishing him a good night’s sleep.
Gerold closed the door after the man left and the only thing that he wanted to do now was take a long piss and go to sleep. He walked towards the door that seemed like the toilet as he unfastened the belt around his waist and undid the buttons on his trousers. Oh, what a long day it had been and he had so much pilsner, beer, lemonades, and juices to go through.
As he reached for the lid, however, he noticed something odd. There was a notice pasted over the lid that said in bold letters: ‘DO NOT USE.’
A sigh of anguish escaped his lips as his shoulders dropped in disappointment. He could not believe this was happening. He had waited so long to use the toilet but to his misfortune, it was broken. Defeated, he pulled up the zipper of his trousers before slowly fastening the buttons and the belt. Beaten, he stepped out of the toilet and closed the door, his bladder greatly unrelieved.
The next morning when Gerold got up, he felt a painful strain in his bladder, but it was nothing for him to worry about as he had a bladder made of cast iron he believed and he knew he could depend on it. He dressed up quickly and stepped out to go to the dining hall only to find several pots full of Mother Josephine’s tea on the table in front of the fire. A drink that she specialized in providing in numerous varieties.
Pots full of Green tea, Black tea, White tea, Oolong tea, Herbal tea, Rooibos tea, Pu-erh tea, Chamomile tea, Peppermint tea, Jasmine tea, Matcha tea, Darjeeling tea, Ceylon tea, Sencha tea, Genmaicha tea, Ginger tea, and Hibiscus Tea beckoned with their enticing aromas and vibrant flavors sat on the table.
“Praise be to the Lord, Sir Gerold,” Mother Josephine said when she saw him, “I had been waiting for you. I've brewed a little tea for you,” she said with a warm smile as she began to pour a cup for him.
As he took the cup from her hands, Gerold suddenly felt all the liquid he had consumed the day before, he wanted to pee before drinking anymore but he did not know where “Pardon me…Mother Superior… but I was wondering if… you know a plumber who could fix the tap over the washbasin in my chambers…?”
“Oh,” Mother Josephine was a bit taken aback, not having expected such a request from her guest, “There is a plumber in the village nearby, I suppose, I will send for someone to get him here as soon as possible, Sir Gerold,” she said.
“Pardon me now, good sir, but it is time for my prayer,” she requested him “Please finish the tea kept on the table. I am afraid it will get cold soon,” she gave him a pleasant smile before she bowed her head a little in curtsey, turned around and slowly walked out of the hall.
Now that she was gone, it was Gerold alone in that great hall. Neatly arranged on the table were five pots of each of the seventeen different types of tea.
It took him some time to go through each of the 338-ounce pots of tea and by when he was done with his last cup it was almost 8 o’clock. The sun had risen bright and Gerold knew he had to get to work though he could feel that his bladder was expanding fast. He knew he would need to urinate and soon.
He slowly made his way through the empty corridors where Mother Josephine had told him he would find the library.
Before he knew it, Gerold stood in front of the grand entrance of the old and neglected library, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He had been entrusted with the task of breathing life back into this forgotten sanctuary of knowledge. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside.
As Gerold ventured further, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. A few steps from the door, standing proudly on sturdy stands, were three massive tuns that could hold 252 gallons of liquid each. They towered over him, each adorned with a tap at the bottom, promising refreshment in the form of water.
Gerold marveled at their sheer size and imagined the countless gallons they held. He knew these tuns would be his companions throughout his journey, providing him sustenance during the long hours he would spend within these walls.
With a sense of purpose, Gerold shifted his attention from the tuns to the library itself. The condition of the space left him both saddened and determined. Thick layers of dust blanketed the shelves and furniture, giving the impression that time had stood still for far too long. Countless neglected books, once cherished and revered, now lay scattered on the floor, their pages torn and their bindings frayed.
Undeterred, Gerold set to work. He resolved to restore the library to its former glory, one row of books at a time. Carefully, he picked up each book, dusting off the layers of neglect and gently arranging them back onto the shelves. It was a painstaking process, but he relished every moment, knowing that he was breathing life back into these forgotten treasures of knowledge.
As the hours passed, Gerold became immersed in his task. The musty smell of old books filled the air, blending with the scent of the aging wooden shelves. With each book he placed back in its rightful place, he felt a connection to the past, to the countless readers who had sought solace and enlightenment within these very pages.
Time seemed to lose its meaning as Gerold kept drinking more and more water from the tuns and tirelessly worked his way through the rows of books. He couldn't help but marvel at the diversity of subjects and the wisdom contained within each volume. History, science, philosophy, and literature—all intermingled on the shelves, waiting to be rediscovered.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows through the library windows, Gerold realized how much he had accomplished. Though the task was far from complete, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him. The first two rows of books stood tall and orderly once again, a testament to his dedication and love for this ancient repository of knowledge.
With a last glance at the now empty tuns, standing silently at their place, he stepped out of the library and closed the door. Gerold knew that his journey had only just begun. He had taken the first steps in breathing life back into the forgotten library, and he was determined to ensure its restoration for the generations to come. With renewed purpose, Gerold made his way to his chambers, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead in his caretaking role.
But just when he had taken a few steps a sudden realization hit him like a ton of bricks! He had to pee, a lot!
He had gotten so immersed in his work that he had totally forgotten that his bladder needed emptying too.
Gerold's urgency to relieve himself grew with every step he took toward his room. He knew he had to hurry, but a sense of foreboding filled him as he approached the door. With a desperate push, he swung it open and rushed into the small, cramped space that served as his private toilet. To his great disappointment and immense frustration, Gerold's eyes fell upon the same sight that had greeted him last night—the "Do Not Use" sign stubbornly pasted over the lid of the toilet.
Anger welled up within him like a tidal wave. How could Mother Superior Josephine neglect his need? She had promised him a plumber, and yet the sign remained, taunting him with its mocking reminder.
Urgency fueled Gerold's fury as he stormed out of his room, determined to confront Mother Superior and demand an explanation. He marched through the quiet corridors, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The great hall, usually a place of solace and serenity, now held a sense of tension as Gerold entered. There, waiting for him, stood Mother Superior Josephine, her serene expression untouched by his anger.
“Oh, Sir Gerold, I had been waiting to see you all day today,” she smiled, “How is the work at the library coming along?” she asked him.
Gerold's anger momentarily faltered as confusion took its place. "Pardon me, Mother Superior," he began, his voice laced with frustration, "..but I thought you had called a plumber to fix my toilet. The 'Do Not Use' sign is still there!"
“The 'Do Not Use' sign?” Mother Josephine looked at him perplexed.
“Oh!,” a sigh escaped Gerold’s lips as he realized the grave mistake he had just committed, “I-I-I meant to say, I cannot use the washbasin yet, Mother Superior,” Gerold demanded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Her eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, met his gaze. "Sir Gerold, I understand your frustration. Rest assured, the matter is not forgotten." Gerold's anger softened, replaced by a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
“Oh, thank you Mother Superior, I just need some time to get used to this place,” he sighed looking at his feet.
“I understand, Sir Gerold, and I cannot thank you enough for coming this far to help me with the library, I’ll forever be grateful to you,” she said, “Now here are a few jugs of honey water and rose water for you, I hope they’ll help you get a good night’s sleep,” she offered him.
Gerold saw that in the vast room, an array of jugs stood in orderly rows, catching the little moonlight that filtered through the old glass windows. The air carried the sweet fragrance of honey water and the delicate scent of rose water, intertwining to create an enticing aroma. A meticulous count revealed the abundance before them—sixty jugs, each carefully filled to the brim, lined up with unwavering precision.
The jugs glistened, their surfaces reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding candles. As if whispering a secret, the notes of honey water floated in the air, beckoning with their golden hue. Each jug held a generous amount of 101 ounces, their contents a testament to Mother Superior’s careful craftsmanship that went into their creation. The amber liquid sparkled like liquid sunlight, promising a taste that was both soothing and invigorating.
Beside the jugs of honey water, an equal number of jugs stood, holding the ethereal essence of rose water. Delicate and fragrant, they exuded an aura of grace. Each vessel, too, contained 101 ounces of this floral elixir, capturing the essence of blossoms that once bloomed in the castle’s gardens.
Together, the sixty jugs formed a symphony of flavors and aromas, inviting those who beheld them to partake in their sensory delights. The honey water whispered tales of warmth and sweetness, while the rose water offered a delicate caress for the senses.
As the flickering candlelight danced upon the jugs, their combined presence created an ambiance of abundance and possibility. Whether for a moment of respite or a shared celebration, the jugs each promised an experience both indulgent and transformative.
In this room of treasures, the jugs awaited their purpose, ready to be poured and savored. Their presence spoke of generosity, of the intention to nourish and uplift those who sought solace within these hallowed walls.
Gerold knew he had a lot to drink that night and with a smile of gratitude, he sat down at the table as Mother Josephine poured him a cup of honey water first.
They sat and talked for long and by the time Gerold had finished the last jug, it was already half past three at night.
On the third day, when he woke up, Gerold’s bladder felt like a massive boulder in his stomach but he knew it was nothing that could stop him. He quickly dressed himself and went to the hall.
Mother Superior did not come to greet him that morning, but there was a letter from her on the table.
“I have kept your morning tea on the table, furthermore I have asked the servant to refill the tuns kept in the library for your convenience. Also if you wish to go anywhere in the castle, kindly feel free to go,” it said, “but some of the rooms are locked. Do not try to go into these rooms.”
He looked around and just like it was yesterday he saw several pots full of tea on the table in front of the fire.
Each morning, Mother Josephine prepared seventeen different types of tea for him and filled five whole pots with each type of tea. Gerold knew it was a lot of liquid to process and he had no time to waste, so he quickly finished all the tea and got to work.
The second day at the library was just like the first one for Gerold, he couldn’t even tell how the time flew by but just like yesterday, as he stepped out of the library and closed the door after a long day of work, the sudden realization that he needed to urinate hit him.
When Gerold reached his room for the night, his heart sank as he discovered that the "Do Not Use" sign was still stubbornly clinging to the lid of his toilet. Frustration welled up inside him, but he made a conscious decision to keep his anger in check. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to address the issue calmly and headed towards the hall to meet Mother Josephine. As Gerold approached the grand hall, he could see her patiently waiting for him, surrounded by jugs of rosewater and honey water.
“Sir Gerold, it is good to see you,” she greeted him, “Please accept my sincerest apologies for not being able to meet you before I left this morning, I hope you enjoyed your tea?”
“Y-yes, I did,” Gerold told her, “Thank you.”
“Your welcome, Sir Gerold,” she said, “I have prepared a bit of honey water and rose water for you before you take the bed,” she said.
But Gerold had something else in mind, "M-mother Superior," he began hesitantly, "I was hoping to inquire if there is a location within the castle where a lot of water can easily pass through?"
“I-I am not sure, but why do you ask, Sir Gerold?” she inquired, rather puzzled.
“For me to take a leak,” he said half-mindedly as he looked around to find a way that could alleviate his situation.
“FOR YOU TO TAKE A WHAT?!” Mother Superior looked at him with a look of bewilderment on her face.
Gerold quickly realized the gravity of his slip-up and decided to cover the grave mistake he had just committed, he said, "I-I meant….I meant to say…., what I actually meant was that I-I… have a rather peculiar fascination with castle architecture and plumbing systems.. s-so..y-you see, I've read a few books from the library about tales of secret underground tunnels and hidden passageways within these walls and one of the books said that there was a leak somewhere in the castle…"
He tried to sound as confident as he could, hoping she would believe him. But deep within he knew he had made a grave mistake.
Mother Superior couldn't help but chuckle at Gerold's explanation. With a smile, she responded, "Sir Gerold, your enthusiasm for castle plumbing is quite unique indeed. While I cannot endorse any unauthorized expeditions, I do admire your inquisitive spirit. Perhaps, in the future, we can arrange for a guided tour of the castle's architectural wonders, minus the leak-seeking expeditions."
Gerold was mighty relieved that she believed him but he still wanted a place to release his waters.
As Mother Josephine bid Gerold goodnight, he found himself alone in the grand hall, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the lingering fragrance of roses. The jugs of honey water and rose water stood on a nearby table, beckoning him to partake in their soothing elixirs.
It took him a long time to finish his drinks that night.
On the fourth day when he woke up, Gerold’s bladder had gotten so full that he could hardly sit up on his bed. For a moment he thought of telling the truth to Mother Superior and asking for her help but then he erased the thought from his mind almost immediately.
He could never muster the shamelessness needed to tell someone else that he needed to wee. He had his dignity to maintain, he wondered what she would think of him if he told her about such an indecent need. He felt disgusted for even thinking about it. He’d be forced to flee the country out of pure shame and humiliation if she ever got to know that he needed to piss.
Gerold knew that he was a man and that it was a man’s responsibility to solve his problem on his own.
So, just like the day before, Gerold dressed up and went to the dining hall to finish his tea before making his way to the library. He worked there tirelessly throughout the day while he went on to empty the three tuns of water and by the time it was night Gerold was feeling a massive need to urinate but he knew there was nowhere he could drain his enormously full bladder.
He quietly went to his chambers to look at the sign posted on the lid of his toilet as feelings of desperation filled him, “No, I am not desperate to wee,” he told himself., “I am fine…I am fine…I am fine,” he breathed as he looked into the mirror, “I can do this.”
With a confident stride, he made his way to the dining hall where Mother Superior awaited him. They had their usual conversation before she retired for the day and he was left behind to finish his drinks for the evening.
That night when he climbed onto his bed, Gerold knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He just lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling for a few hours before he decided he could take it no longer. He knew he couldn’t fool himself any longer, he had to pee. A LOT!
He carefully stepped out of his bed and then slowly tip-toed towards the door while he made sure to be as silent as he could be. With a candle in his hand, he quietly stepped out of his room to look for a toilet.
Gerold's desperation grew with each passing moment as he tiptoed through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, clutching the flickering candle in his hand. Determined to find a toilet, he opened door after door as silently as he could, only to be met with disappointment each time.
Every room he entered seemed to be something other than what he desperately sought. First, he entered a grand chamber, adorned with a large canopy bed and exquisite tapestries. Realizing it was a bed-chamber, he hurriedly closed the door and continued his quest.
Next, he stumbled upon a room with tall windows, but the moonlight filtering through the glass was not enough to illuminate his path. Although the room held a sense of tranquility, it offered no relief for his urgent need.
Undeterred and needing to urinate a lot more than before, Gerold pressed on, checking every room in his path. He explored cabinets filled with delicate porcelain and storerooms stacked with supplies.
None of these spaces offered the respite he desperately sought. Through winding staircases and hidden passages, Gerold descended into the depths of the castle, venturing into undercrofts and cellars.
The air grew colder, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Yet, even in these hidden recesses, there was no sign of a toilet. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, Gerold ascended to the sixth floor of the castle. His heart raced with anticipation and desperation. He approached a door with trepidation, hoping that this time, he would find the relief he had been seeking for so long. But just as he was about to open the door he heard a sound that sent chills down his spine, “What are you doing here?”
Gerold quickly turned around to see that it was Mother Superior, holding a candle in her hand.
“What are you doing here at this hour of the night, Sir Gerold?” she asked him with a certain concern in her voice.
“I-I was looking for a toilet,” Gerold confessed in fear.
“YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A WHAT?!” she looked at him with an utter sense of bafflement.
It was then that Gerold realized what a grave mistake he had committed. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a cover-up for his presence on the sixth floor of the castle in the middle of the night. He needed to think quickly to salvage the situation and avoid any suspicion from Mother Superior.
Thinking on his feet, Gerold composed himself and replied, "Mother Superior, please forgive my poorly chosen words. What I meant to say is that I was in search of the...the castle's private archives. You see, I recently came across a historical document while going through some papers in the library that mentioned a hidden chamber on the sixth floor, containing important records of the castle's past. I thought it would be prudent to investigate and ensure the preservation of these valuable documents."
Mother Superior's expression softened slightly as she listened to Gerold's explanation. "Private archives on the sixth floor? I was not aware of such records."
Gerold nodded. "Indeed, Mother Superior. These documents are said to contain rare insights into the castle's history, and I felt it was my duty as the caretaker of the library to locate and protect them."
Mother Superior regarded him thoughtfully before sighing. "Gerold, I appreciate your dedication to preserving the history of this place, but it is important to remember that it is not safe to roam around in this castle at night, you should have sought my permission before embarking on such an endeavor."
Gerold bowed his head, “You are right, Mother Superior. I apologize for my lack of judgment. I assure you that I will strictly adhere to the rules of the castle before moving forward."
Mother Josephine’s gaze softened. "Very well, Sir Gerold. I trust that you have learned from this incident …..but to be honest, at first, I thought you said you were looking for a toilet!” she let out a laugh of relief, “Pray, how embarrassing would that have been?”
Gerold blushed, feeling humiliated at her words, “No Mother Superior, not at all, please don’t say that!”
“I apologize for my words,” she said to him, “I assure you not a word of it would go out of the walls of this castle.”
“Thank you, Mother Superior, that is truly kind of you,” Gerold said before finally he retired to his chambers, and with a deeply unfulfilled need to urinate, he took the bed to sleep.
By the fifth day, his bladder was humongously swollen and aching for relief. He rubbed his thighs and bounced on his knees as he dressed for the day, “Oh, dying for a wee!” he sighed to himself in immense frustration but there was nothing he could do about it, he had no other way but act normally in front of the Mother Superior.
The day went as usual for him, with tea in the morning and water throughout the day, Gerold was beginning to lose his composure. He wondered what would happen if kept neglecting his need to empty his bladder. He did not want to think about it. It was really embarrassing for a man of his reputation and standing.
That night after having the evening drinks while talking to Mother Josephine, Gerold almost thought of asking her to let him use her toilet or at least show him a functional one but he knew that if he dare say something like that, it would be the end of his professional career.
Speaking of something that indecent would not only outrage the modesty of the woman in front of him but also lead to his banishment from the community and the church back in London.
But Gerold did not know what else to do. He was almost bursting to say it. He needed to say it more than he had needed to say anything else in his life.
He realized though that risking such a bold move was not a wise thing to do and hence he decided to try his luck another way, “Mother Superior, not to trouble you, but I was wondering if you may permit me to shift my belongings to another room?”
“Oh, but why, is there something wrong with your current bed chamber?” she asked, rather concerned.
“N-nothing much, Mother Superior, I just feel a bit bored in there,” Gerold tried to reason, “…and I hope a new bed chamber would help elevate my mood. I hope it is not too much to ask?”
“Well- I’ll have to see if there is a room readily available for your comfort,” she assured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do for you.” After that she took her leave, leaving Gerold behind with a lot of drinks to finish for the night and a bladder throbbing for relief.
When the morning of the sixth day came, Gerold woke up with a ray of hope, trusting Mother Superior would have found a solution to his silent problem. He dressed up quickly and made his way to the dining hall to meet her and though she was not there, to his immense surprise he found a letter waiting for him at the table.
Dear Sir Gerold,
I hope you are feeling well today. I wanted to personally address the matter you brought to my attention last night, regarding your need for a more suitable accommodation. As a guest, your comfort and well-being are of utmost importance, and I have taken immediate action to ensure your satisfaction.
I have personally instructed the servant to arrange for your belongings to be swiftly transferred to a larger and more spacious room on the fifth floor by this evening. This new room has been carefully prepared to cater to your needs, ensuring that you will not face any lack of comfort or convenience.
You will find ample space to rest, work, and attend to your daily activities. The room has been furnished with exquisite care, including a comfortable bed, a cozy sitting area, and a desk for your personal use.
Additionally, you will have access to a private washroom, well-equipped with all the necessary amenities. I understand the importance of having a peaceful and conducive environment, especially considering your responsibilities as the caretaker of our esteemed library.
It is my hope that this new accommodation will provide you with the tranquility and space you require to carry out your duties effectively. Once you have settled into your new quarters, I kindly request that you spare a few moments to meet with me in the evening. I would be delighted to discuss any further requirements or concerns you may have and to address them to the best of my abilities.
Your satisfaction is of utmost importance, and I am committed to ensuring that you feel valued and supported during your tenure here. Thank you for your patience and understanding as we strive to accommodate your needs. Please do not hesitate to reach out should you require any additional assistance or have any specific requests. I am always at your disposal to make your stay at Casterville Chase as pleasant and comfortable as possible. Wishing you a pleasant day ahead and looking forward to our conversation.
Yours sincerely,
Mother Superior Josephine
Gerold was so happy that he thought he would start urinating then and there but he managed to control himself just at the right time! Oh, he couldn’t wait for the night to come!
Gerold quickly went through all the tea kept for him before starting his day of work and enthusiastically going through all three tuns of water now that he knew he could urinate freely in the evening! Oh, why didn’t he ask for Mother Superior’s help before?
That day, pangs of urgency kept hitting him one after the other as he could not stop thinking of rushing to his new room to urinate at the end of the day! How swollen his bladder had become since he had gotten here. Gerold rubbed his legs and squeezed his cock between his thighs as he fought to keep his trousers dry.
He could not imagine how much he was going to piss that night! He was so happy to think that he was finally going to spend a whole night urinating without any impediment. He almost felt ashamed of himself when he realized how much he needed to go, but he knew there was nothing else he wanted to do more.
Though he managed to finish the tuns of water kept in the library, Gerold found it difficult to work that day.
“Oh, I can’t wait to wee,” he muttered to himself as he half-mindedly flipped through the pages of a book to take his mind off his urgent need to urinate, he was so desperate in fact that he was holding the book upside down without even realizing it.
When it was finally time to close the library for the day, Gerold did not waste even a moment before he stepped out and locked the door before rushing to his new room on the fifth floor. He was so happy that he began to unfasten his belt and undo the buttons of his trousers before he had even reached his room! Not evening bothering who might see him like that.
All that mattered to him now was to piss and save his dignity and relish the explosive relief at last. Oh, he didn’t know how he would be able to thank Mother Josephine for such help in his dire need! He’d surely have to work for her without asking for a payment for the rest of his life to repay the debt! But right now, he just needed this piss!
Gerold barged in through the door of his new bed chamber and closed it in a hurry, faster than he had ever closed any door in his life. He rushed to the toilet almost sliding his undergarment away to get his lumbering cock out for the flood that was about to come but just as he entered the toilet and reached out to lift up the toilet lid, he found a notice pasted on over it: ‘TOILET OUT OF ORDER’
The shock was so intense and unexpected that Gerold couldn’t stop a hot leak from escaping into his underwear before he quickly managed to stop the flow, he had never been this frustrated and angry in his entire life of 38 years.
He immediately looked down to check the damage and to his shock, a large wet patch the size of a watermelon had stained the right side of the crotch of his trousers.
He could not believe what he had done! If anyone came to know about this, he’d have to flee the country out of shame and embarrassment.
He quickly came out of his wet clothes and put on a dry pair of underwear and trousers before looking at himself in the toilet mirror, “You don’t need to pee….. you don’t need to pee… you don’t need to pee….” he said as he crossed his legs and gave his crotch a desperate squeeze before finally stepping out of his new room.
When he reached the dining hall, he found Mother Josephine waiting for him with a warm smile, “Oh, Sir Gerold, so good to see you,” she said, “How did you find your new room? I hope everything was according to your taste and comfort? I went in to check it myself, though I must admit I did not take into account your personal powder room, I did not think it is appropriate for a lady to step into a guest’s private area,” she said as she signaled him towards the jugs of honey and rose water.
“Y-yes, it was great,” Gerold sighed as he squeezed his thighs to maintain control. He was so angry and frustrated that he did not know what to do.
He quietly went through all the liquid for the night before retiring to his bed chamber, his bladder silently inflating to massive proportions!
That night, Gerold could not fall asleep even for a moment! He kept pacing back and forth in a desperate urgency, knowing full well that he need to urinate a lot!
Unable to contain his pressure any longer, Gerold rushed out of the room to look for a toilet in the middle of the night but to his great frustration and defeat, it was not to be found anywhere. With his cock aching for relief, Gerold came back to his room an hour later, feeling sorry for himself as he closed the door and squeezed his crotch in desperation, it was going to be a long night indeed.
When the morning of the seventh day came, Gerold could think of nothing else but his copious need to urinate. He dreaded the thought of having to drink more tea and water in his already dire state but not wanting to upset his host, Gerold decided that he had no other choice.
He drank the variety of tea kept on the table as usual while grabbing his crotch for dear life and hoped his bladder would find the room to accommodate all the liquid that was about to rush inside it.
Gerold was defeated. He squeezed his cock as he quickly made his way to the library, the dark empty corridors witness to his desperate state. He knew there was no way he could keep putting off his need to piss and he knew that he needed to find a solution and quick!
He entered the library and rushed to the ‘Anatomy and Physiology’ section where he took out the first book he could find about the ‘human urinary system’ and quickly started flipping the pages to look for a way to control his urgent need to urinate.
He went through book after book looking for the urgent solution he required for his aching bladder as he stood with his legs tightly crossed and his cock aching for a piss but each book he read told him the same thing over and over again that urination was a normal and necessary bodily need and one should not try to postpone it for long.
Gerold was frustrated, it was as if he needed to piss a lot more after reading those books but there was no solution to his dilemma. Just when he was about to give up and get to his work, his eyes went to a small green book that was covered in dust. Gerold picked it up without much hope but as he flipped through the old yellow pages he came across a topic that was of deep concern to him.
‘How to Control your Pissing’ it read in small but bold letters. Gerold couldn’t believe himself.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he read the instructions in the book and when he understood what he needed to do, he rushed out of the library and towards the apothecary's sanctum on the floor below.
Arriving swiftly at his destination, Gerold deftly located the jar of powdered cranberry, its label serving as his guide. With precision, he poured two teaspoons of the crimson powder into the mortar and pestle. In a measured sequence, he combined several teaspoons of dried Uva Ursi, a sprinkle of Buchu, a touch of dried Horsetail plant, a generous portion of Saw Palmetto and Corn Silk, as well as powdered Dandelion and Stinging Nettle. To this concoction, he added the dried Parsley and Marshmallow Root, commencing to grind the ingredients together with every ounce of strength he could muster and once he was done Gerold quickly but carefully poured the resulting mixture into a small wooden cup filled with water and drank it in a single gulp hoping it would have the intended effect and much to his surprise it immediately reduced his urge to urinate!
Gerold finally did not feel the need to cross his legs to hold his piss back! It was nothing short of a miracle! He wiped his brow and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a close thing and Gerold was certain he would have succumbed to his urge to urinate sooner than later but fortunately, he did not need to worry about it any longer!
Needing to wee much less than before, Gerold carefully stepped out and headed straight to the library where he once again went to where he had left the small green book. He turned the pages and once again reached where he had found the method to make the miraculous potion, a sense of deep wonder and gratitude filling him.
As he went through the instructions yet again, he came across a warning written at the end of the decaying page, it read, “Once the potion is prepared you must use it cautiously for it would give you some respite but when the effect begins to wear off it will trigger massive urination.”
Gerold, having found the solution to his problem, decided not to pay much heed to the warning and decided to go about his day drinking from the tuns of water as he did his work. The potion did wonders and his need to urinate was alleviated for several hours. But just as the book had prophesized, by when the night had spread its wings, Gerold’s need to piss had returned with a vengeance.
He quickly made another cup of the potion with the remaining powder he had safely collected in a small pouch from his visit to the apothecary’s sanctum earlier in the day and as soon as he drank it, the urge to pee subsided significantly!
A look of relief washed over his face. Gerold was beginning to live his life again, and with a smile brightening his appearance, he made his way to the dining area to meet the Mother Superior but to his disappointment, she was nowhere to be seen though the jugs full of honey water and rose water waited for him as usual.
After he had finished drinking the abundant relishes, Gerold went in for a peaceful night of sleep unaware of what the next day had in store for him.
It was the morning of the eighth day when Gerold woke up with a massive need to piss but he was quick to make himself a cup of the relieving potion and his condition grew better in no time.
Though he did not want to piss that urgently anymore, he could feel all the pressure slowly building up inside his bladder
His bladder was swelling massively but Gerold knew he did not have to worry as long as he had the potion in his hand. The potion had successfully suppressed his urinary system, allowing him to maintain comfort and focus without needing to urinate.
Though what Gerold had not yet realized was that he simply had too much to drink during the day, copious amounts of tea in the morning, followed by humungous amounts of water during his work hours and an ungodly volume of refreshments at night had put his urinary system into overdrive. He could feel his bladder inflating massively but he was unbothered because of the pressure-suppressing potion he had at his disposal.
But what he failed to realize was that the potion only temporarily suppressed the urinary system and though it vastly reduced the urge to urinate, the potion had no ability to regulate the production of urine in the system.
What he hoped to be a permanent solution to his problem was only delaying his need for a short period of time.
A month passed without any further incidence and Gerold had found great success in bringing back order to the library that had previously fallen into disarray.
Their business was now finished. The Mother was satisfied with the way her library had turned out, and there was nothing to keep Gerold in Vinsylvania or at Casterville Chase, but the Mother Superior did not want him to leave. Gerold was alone with her in the castle, but he never saw her in the daytime. He only saw her at night when she came and sat with him in the dining hall. They always talked until the morning and she asked Gerold many questions about England.
“I have plans to go there myself soon,” she said. “Tell me about sending things to England by ship.” So they talked about ships and the sea, and Gerold for some strange reason thought a lot about urination during that long conversation though he never dared to mention it in front of her.
One evening the Mother said, “You must write to your London office and tell Mr. Broadworth that you'll be here for a few more months.” When Gerold heard this, he went cold. A few more months! But what could he do? He worked for Mr. Broadworth, and the Mother's business was important to him, so if the Mother Superior needed Gerold, then he had to stay. It was only later that she disclosed to him that she possessed a collection of ancient texts and manuscripts pertaining to her study of the Bible that were written in Aramaic and which required translation into a more comprehensible language and impressed with Gerold’s dedication to his work, she had decided to seek his expertise and linguistic skills to help her with the task.
Knowing this, Gerold agreed to write the letter but for some strange reason, he needed to urinate a lot while he wrote.
That evening Mother Josephine did not stay and talk with him, but before she left the dining hall, she turned to him and said, “Sir Gerold, sleep only in your bedroom. You must never fall asleep in any other room in the castle. You will be in danger if you do.”
When she left, Gerold went to his room, but he could not sleep for a minute that night. In the pitch of the dark from his window Gerold saw the Mother leave the castle, and a sense of great suspicion and misgiving crept upon him, where would she go at this hour of the night?
Gerold decided not to say about what he saw to the Mother Superior but instead focus on his work. He enjoyed the work of translating the manuscripts but nearly not as much as he liked his work of arranging and reading books.
During this time, Gerold also began noticing a diminishing impact of the potion, as it seemed less effective in alleviating his need to piss compared to its initial potency.
He thought of asking the Mother Superior to let him take his luggage and other belongings to a different room hoping he could use the facilities there but he was afraid that she might somehow find out about his closeted toileting needs.
One night when he was in his room after having taken his evening drinks of rose and honeyed water, Sir Gerold suddenly felt an immense need to urinate. His bladder felt like a boulder in his gut and suddenly he had to cross his legs tightly and squeeze his crotch in desperate need.
He quickly made himself a cup of the suppressant potion and drank it down much to his relief but still, he knew somewhere deep down that this respite was only momentary, hence, when he finally felt a lot better than before, Gerold decided to seek help from the Mother Superior.
He mustered up his courage and stepped out of his room to visit Mother Superior in the mysterious confines of her bed chambers. Uncertainty gnawed at him, casting doubts on the righteousness of his decision. The notion of trespassing into the sacred abode of a nun, especially in the late hours of the night, felt not only morally dubious but also raised concerns about disturbing her peaceful repose with his unsolicited intrusion.
Nervous, Gerold stepped forth, finding the way through the dimly lit corridors that seemed to echo with an eerie hush. Each step he took was accompanied by the weight of his trepidation. Finally, he arrived at the threshold of Mother Superior's private chambers, his heart pounding with anxiety. He took a moment to steady himself, exhaling sharply through pursed lips in an attempt to shake off his nerves, before summoning the courage to knock on the door. For what felt like an eternity, nothing happened and silence persisted.
The stillness behind the door was unyielding, raising the possibility that she had succumbed to slumber. But just as Gerold contemplated retreating, he mustered his resolve for one final attempt. He knocked on the door with a mixture of hesitation and unease, as if bidding farewell to his hopes. And just when his hand was about to withdraw, a voice resonated from within the sanctuary of the chambers, “Sir Gerold is this you? I beg your pardon. Just one moment, please. I just came out of the bath and I'm unclothed and wet at the moment. Please give me a moment to dress myself appropriately. Please do not enter."
The picture of the wet and naked lady caused Gerold’s cock to jump to an erection like an elephant’s trunk. Oh God, he thought. How could he have a normal meeting with her, when his cock had a life of his own? Pitching a rock-hard tent through his trousers. He tried to calm down and tried to think of some boring things, like his work. Of course, it worked a little bit though he still had to pee a lot!
Several minutes later, she opened the door, covered from head to toe in a black habit with the exception of her beautiful face, “Sir Gerold, kindly accept my apologies for having kept you waiting, what brings you here at this odd hour?”
"Mother Superior, I apologize for the inconvenience but I humbly request your permission to change my room," Gerold began. "I find it difficult to sleep in my present chamber, and I was hoping for a quieter and more restful space."
Mother Superior Josephine listened attentively to Gerold's request, her expression thoughtful. After a moment of contemplation, she responded, "I understand your plight, Sir Gerold, but you must know that most of the rooms in this castle are locked and have been neglected for a very, very long time. It may not be as easy to find another suitable room for you."
Undeterred and needing to urinate a lot, Gerold persisted, his eyes earnest. "Mother Superior, I beseech you to reconsider. I am willing to wait and accommodate any inconvenience. Please, grant me this request."
Mother Superior Josephine sighed softly, her stiffness beginning to waver. "Very well, Sir Gerold," she conceded. "I will search for a suitable room for you, but I must warn you that it might take some time. The castle is vast, and many rooms are in disrepair."
A sense of relief washed over Gerold, and he expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Mother Josephine, for considering my request. I assure you, I am prepared to wait patiently until a suitable room can be found. Your efforts and understanding are deeply appreciated."
With a nod, Gerold took his leave from her chambers, feeling a glimmer of hope. Returning to his current room, he continued to battle his sleeplessness night, unable to find relief, but trusting that Mother Josephine would fulfill her promise.
Days turned into a week, and Gerold's longing for a new room grew stronger with each passing night, “Oh, how long do I have to wait to take a piss…?” he sighed to himself in desperation one day, however, he remained steadfast in his patience, knowing that change takes time, especially in an old castle with limited resources.
Despite occasional restlessness, Gerold found solace in the routines he had established, spending his days engrossed in the work of translating the manuscripts while in the library, although his need to piss would always be at the top of his mind. Then, unexpectedly, one fine morning, when Gerold least expected it, he found a letter awaiting him in the castle's grand dining hall.
Recognizing at once Mother Superior’s elegant handwriting, he eagerly opened it.
Dear Sir Gerold,
I write this letter today to share with you the news that after a prolonged search and meticulous evaluation to find a suitable room for you, I have discovered a room hidden within the depths of the castle, a room that has long been forgotten but holds the potential to provide you with the peaceful respite you seek.
I feel joyous to tell you that this room has been restored to its former glory, ready to welcome you with open doors. It possesses the serenity and solitude that I believe will meet your expectations. I trust that you will find comfort within its walls, allowing you to rest and rejuvenate as you deserve. Please accept my sincere apologies for the time it took to find this solution, Sir Gerold.
Change, especially within the confines of an old castle, often requires patience and persistence. I am immensely grateful for your unwavering trust in my commitment to fulfilling your request.
I have informed the servant to assist you in transitioning to your new abode by the evening. I have instructed him to ensure your belongings are moved with the utmost care and attention. I extend my warmest wishes to you, Sir Gerold, as you embark on this new chapter in your sojourn at Casterville Chase.
May this room bring you the solace and tranquility you have sought for so long. Should you encounter any further concerns or require assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I remain at your service.
With deepest regards,
Mother Superior Josephine
Gerold was so overjoyed at that moment that he almost urinated in his underwear out of happiness. Pissing had never been so important to him and in his mind, he couldn’t thank the Mother Superior enough for her generous help.
He just had to somehow get through the day and make it to this new bed chambers at night for a massive piss, “Oh” he sighed as he crossed his legs and bounced on his knees thinking of how difficult it was going to be to keep his piss from coming out all day, but then he took a deep breath and told himself that he could do it. He went through his exquisite assortments of morning tea as usual and then through the three whole tuns of water kept at the library during his work, needing to urinate monstrously by late evening.
When it was time to call it a day at work, Sir Gerold in his tremendous hurry for a piss, forgot to even shut the doors of the library, even leaving his purse of coins behind!
He just wanted to wee and empty his aching bladder and nothing else. Dying for a piss, he climbed the stairs to the eighth floor where the servant had told him his new bed chamber would be. Gerold could not believe he was about to take the most relieving piss of his life! His cock was exhausted and it was time he gave it some rest.
The eighth floor was new to him and it took him a while to find his new abode but when he did, Gerold dashed into the chambers and closed the door with a massive thud before leaping towards the toilet door. He pulled it open faster than he had pulled any door in his life and jumped inside for the long piss that was going to take the whole night. He closed the door with great urgency and struggled to unfasten the belt around his aching bladder before quickly undoing the button on his trousers. He pulled the zipper down in a great hurry and pulled down his underwear in one
swift motion to let his aching cock out. But just as reached out for the lid of the toilet to lift it up and take a triumphant piss at last, he saw a notice pasted on its surface: TOILET UNDER REPAIR.
“Oh, my fucking God, no!” a desperate groan of agony escaped his lips, “Aaahh, this cannot be happening to me!”
He felt like he was about to explode then and there, but he knew he could not do such a thing. It was a matter of his dignity. So, filled with great agony and frustration, Sir Gerold half-heartedly fastened his pants and then the tight belt around his aching bladder.
His hope to finally be able to urinate had so cruelly been shattered that it left him filled with agony and frustration and anger. He did not know what to do. He did not know what to say. And he did not know who to say it to.
He simply walked out of the toilet and made himself a cup of the potion that somewhat helped him take his mind off his need to piss, after which he went down to the dining hall, carrying the weight of his unfulfilled relief.
He had never held it this long in his entire life and Gerold felt as if he was about to explode! He did not know how he would be able to face Mother Josephine while he was holding back his flood of piss.
Suddenly he then decided to go to the apothecary’s sanctum instead of the dining hall and make for himself a more potent mix of the powder he had made before to help him alleviate the pressing need.
By when he had prepared and drank the newly concocted potion, it was already an hour late and upon reaching the dining hall he saw the concern on Mother Superior’s face, “Sir Gerold? Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere in the castle,” she asked.
“I-I-I went to the..” he blabbered, unable not think of an excuse right away but then said, “I-I w-went to the library, I-I had left something there…” he moaned in agony.
Sir Gerold quickly finished all the rose and honey water that Mother Josephine had prepared for him that evening before he bid her goodnight. There was absolutely no reserve of strength left inside him to sit around and have a chat with her when his bladder was aching so much for relief.
That night, despite his best effort, Sir Gerold urinated a lot into his underwear, leaking in long hot spurts that soaked through his trousers in no time.
Overwhelmed with fear and shame, he considered the notion of fleeing the castle immediately but then dismissed the thought from his mind.
Trembling in dread of being discovered, he found himself at a loss regarding the fate of his soaked undergarments and trousers. Thus, he hastily concealed them within a drawer, wiping himself dry before donning a fresh pair of clothes, his bladder still fuller than ever before.
A month passed after that fateful night, and Sir Gerold’s need to urinate continued to mount through leaps and bounds due to the copious amounts of liquids he drank each day and yet he found no hope of respite.
Then one ominous night, it so happened that Gerold’s bladder got so full with piss and pressure that it refused to let him take even a single step from the library back to his room. Yet he somehow managed to reach the dining hall and finish his evening drinks of honey and rose water before going back to his chamber and locking the door tightly behind him before he took off his trousers and underwear and hurried to find a clean cloth.
After he found a large enough piece of cloth, he slowly lay down on his bed before he carefully blew into the cloth through his mouth ensuring it got warm enough to provide comfort. Then with gentle hands, he folded the cloth and placed it on his throbbing bladder.
His eyes closed shut with immense relief as he felt the warmth seep through the cloth and onto his skin and then into his distended bladder. The pain began to subside, replaced by a soothing sensation.
Gerold used the cloth with utmost care to undergo an overnight fomentation of his bursting bladder, seeking relief from the pressure caused by the excessive accumulation of liters and liters of urine.
Three months passed after that night and Mother Josephine continued to remain unaware that Gerold was struggling with a very full bladder.
Sir Gerold on the other hand was certain that sooner or later he was going to die due to an exploded bladder but what frightened him even more was the thought of everyone finding out how much he had to piss before his organ could take it no longer!
Then one night, when Sir Gerold was left aching and awake because of his need to piss, he suddenly let out a small dribble into his underwear. Terror gripped him once again but this time something told him that he was at the end of his tether, something told him that he must find a place to urinate immediately before it was too late.
Pressure and worry filled his long penis in the form of his hot piss. He was about to unleash his flood, toilet or no toilet. Stricken with panic, Sir Gerold squeezed his cock in agony as he desperately thought of a way to relieve his aching bladder without being found out by Mother Josephine but when no other way came to his mind, he knew it was time to seek help from the only person who could help him urinate.
Bursting, Gerold rushed out of his room and paced through the empty corridors towards the Mother’s private quarters but he had to stop after every few steps to stop his piss from completely pouring out.
He let out a few quick jets of his warm urine into his underwear but he knew it was nothing compared to the indomitable flood that was about to come. Upon reaching her quarters, he banged on her door in sheer desperation, his piss inches away from leaking out uncontrollably, “Mother Superior, please open the door…” he cried out and she took a moment to respond.
When she opened the door, to her utter shock she saw Gerold standing before her with his legs tightly crossed and a hand buried deep inside his crotch, “S-sir Gerold, are you alright?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
“I-I need the t-toilet….” he somehow found the courage to say as he fought with every fiber of his being to keep his flood at bay.
“Excuse me?” Mother Superior looked at him in disbelief, “I am sorry, Sir Gerold but I think this is really inappropriate…” she said, placing a hand on her chest in shock.
“Aaah, I can’t wait….” Gerold groaned in agony as a massive leak happened all of a sudden but he somehow managed to cut off the flow before it showed on his trousers.
“I-I need to use t-the t-toilet, M-Mother Superior,” he wailed in desperation, unable to hide his need any longer after holding it for more than five months.
“Sir Gerold, I am not sure if I am comfortable with your request,” Mother Josephine tried to reason.
“M-mother Superior, please…” Gerold tried to beg her in a last-ditch effort to save his dignity, holding the jamb of the door for support, “I am dying…” he struggled to breathe but it was too late for him now. Urine poured out of him faster than he could have thought, he tried with all his might to cut off the flow but it was all futile. His penis simply did not have the reserve of strength left to cope with the pressure inside his bladder.
“A-aah, I am pissing!” he cried out while crossing his legs tightly as the crotch of his pants got drenched with his hot piss, “Please don’t look!” he begged Mother Josephine but she had never witnessed such a thing before and the amazement of the incident happening right in front of her left her stunned.
“Sir Gerold!” she exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell me if you had to go to the toilet so badly?” she said as she watched the hot puddle of his piss growing aggressively under his feet.
“Oh, this is so shameful,” she said angrily, covering her mouth in disbelief at what was happening.
Her words, more than anything left Gerold broken, it was the most humiliating moment of his life.
The more he urinated, the more his dignity and sense of self-worth abandoned him. His whole career and his life were ruined.
He went on pissing for a long time as he stood there, frozen in terror and unable to move, leaving Mother Josephine baffled at the sheer volume he had in his bladder. The size of his accident was enough to tell her that he had been holding it for too long.
“I'm so ashamed to witness this, Sir Gerold,” she said once again looking at him in disgust, “I would have never thought you’d do something so inappropriate and filthy at my doorstep!”
“I-I-I am so sorry, Mother Superior,” Gerold said as he continued to wee a mighty torrent into his underwear, “P-please don’t tell anyone or my life will be over,” he begged her.
Mother Superior looked at him with a grim look of disapproval and profound disappointment.
By when it finally ended, Gerold had drenched his underwear and trousers as if he had been hit by a flood with not a dry patch left on it, leaving an enormous puddle on the corridor floor.
Though his bladder was now deflated and he felt a relief like never before, he knew his life in London and his cherished reputation as a man of dignity had crumbled to pieces.
Defeated, ashamed, and seething with anger, he retreated to the solitude of his room that night, seeking solace and contemplating the events that had just unfolded. He took off his wet trousers and soaked underwear before drying himself with a towel and putting on some dry clothes.
The next morning, when Mother Superior came to his room, she found his drenched trousers and dripping wet underwear lying on the floor. Gerold was gone, to where she did not know.
The mystery of his sudden absence weighed heavily upon her thoughts, for she recognized him as a man undeserving of such misfortune. The humiliating circumstances surrounding his departure left her pondering the depths of his untold story, wondering why did he not use the toilet before it was too late?
It was a mystery that would forever haunt the walls of Casterville Chase.
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This is a continuation of The Human’s Room, sponsored by one of my readers.
The Human’s Room 2: The Hike
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Toby’s heart pounded as he desperately ran through the woods, twigs snagging on his clothes. A branch scratched his face. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. He just had to get away. A tree crashed down behind him, a thick plume of smoke rising into the air. Pretty soon, the evidence of his crime would be visible from at least a quarter kellitrack away. And it wouldn’t be hard to pin it on him. A Human, in the woods, with no pants.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. His trousers hadn’t completely vaporized. He still had the waistband and enough of the back to almost cover his butt. And a singed cuff of fabric around his left ankle. Had he thought this through better he might have pulled his pants out of the way before his criminal act, but at the time he’d only been concerned with getting away from Kyrana.
This whole outing had been a terrible mistake. He’d known it was when Kyrana first suggested it, but he hadn’t wanted to disappoint her.
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“The Goralan lake?,” Toby repeated, hesitating. Humans didn’t normally take long sightseeing tours out of town. “How long do you think we’d be gone?”
“It’s a bit of a trek,” Kyrana admitted, “but it’s so completely worth it.”
“I can’t really… get away… for too long,” Toby had told her, dancing around the exact cause of his concern. The truth was that he’d love to go anywhere with her apart from one little logistical challenge: He occasionally needed to pee. And Human-rated toilets weren’t easy to come by outside of their little world at T’Naka College.
There were two Human-rated toilets on the college campus, and one more on the edge of town. How far is that from the lake?, Toby tried to do some quick mental math. If he borrowed a bicycle, he could get from the lake to the toilet in, what, ten minutes? Maybe fifteen? And then how long would the line be? Another ten or fifteen minutes? Then ten or fifteen to get back. That all added up to rather a long intermission in the middle of a date. How long could he abandon Kyrana and still expect her to be there when he got back?
“We can make a day of it,” she almost pleaded, completely ignorant of the cause of Toby’s hesitation. “I’ll pack a lunch for us,” she offered. But Toby wasn’t responding with the enthusiasm she’d expected. Her face fell and her antennae started to droop in disappointment as she wondered if she’d misread him this whole time. What else was Toby supposed to do? There was no choice but to accept. If he really needed to pee while they were out there then he’d just have to pedal quickly. Besides, he was used to holding it. It probably wouldn’t come to that.
And so they’d set out the next morning on the trail that led from their university campus to the small nature park alongside the lake. Toby had been able to get his hands on a bicycle by calling in a favor from Alara, a Human friend who hadn’t really approved of his plan but had reluctantly reasoned that it was a better idea with a bicycle than without one.
Kyrana frowned when Toby arrived with the bicycle. Was she supposed to have brought her bicycle too? The lake was a little bit of a hike from campus, granted, but she’d thought they might pass the time as a leisurely nature walk with some friendly conversation rather than compress the journey into a sweaty workout. “Are you in a hurry to get there?,” she asked, gesturing toward the machine.
“Oh… umm, no,” Toby grasped for an explanation. He’d been so busy trying to think through the how that he hadn’t figured out an explanation for the why. “I just… thought we should have one with us in case… you need me to pop over to the market on the way for supplies or anything like that.”
Kyrana almost laughed. Toby made it sound like they were going on a wilderness expedition rather than an afternoon picnic. But she made an effort to act like it was a reasonable enough thing to do. Maybe it was part of the Human culture to be prepared. She didn’t want to embarrass him.
And, as it turned out, the bicycle did actually prove useful, in a way. Toby strapped the picnic basket that Kyrana had prepared to the handlebars so that neither of them would have to carry it directly. It was rather a heavy basket, she had to admit. Maybe she hadn’t packed the most sensible lunch. But they set out, Toby walking the bicycle on one side of him while Kyrana flanked him on the other.
The walk passed quickly and they chose a grassy spot in the sun for their meal. “I hope you like spicy foods,” Kyrana smiled as she set out the food on their blanket. “This is Tarepsah, one of my very favorite foods growing up – my father taught me to make it.”
Toby examined the main entree, a flatbread stuffed with a variety of ingredients. Some of them looked familiar, some of them less so.
“It’s a little spicy,” Kyrana explained as she uncorked a bottle and poured them each a large glass of a yellowish liquid, “but the juice has this most fantastic cooling effect – My father would even dip the tarepsah right in the juice as he ate it, although I think it’s better to alternate so you experience both sensations fully.”
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Toby enjoyed both the tarepsah and the conversation, but as time passed he became less aware of the sensations in his mouth and more aware of those in a somewhat lower part of his body. It wasn’t exactly a surprise. He’d let his guard down and he’d known it. He was usually pretty conscientious about pacing his liquid intake, but this tarepsah of Kyrana’s really was quite spicy – delicious, but spicy, at least by Human standards. And the juice was actually quite good in its own right—a blend of three different juices prepared according to a secret family recipe that Toby was beginning to suspect involved some fermentation. Toby tried to discreetly tuck his penis between his legs to put some counterpressure on it. He was going to need that bicycle after all, he realized, but perhaps he could make it slightly less awkward by at least waiting for a natural interruption in the conversation.
Another hour passed and, although his bladder was increasingly sending signals of distress, he still hadn’t quite worked out how he was going to break the news. He’d had to interrupt a date once before for this reason, back in his hometown. A Human town, he hadn’t had nearly as far to go to find relief, but it still had a way of breaking the magic between him and the Human girl he’d been out with. It just didn’t send the right message, having something more important than her to attend to. A girl liked to feel like she was the center of her guy’s world. And, honestly, a Human girl at least – Toby didn’t know if this applied to Mictaran girls as well – liked a man who could hold his liquids. Even setting aside the practical advantages, most Human girls thought there was something kind of sexy about a guy who could hold it in. And, with the basement of their dormitory serving as the chief hangout spot among its residents, the girls of T’Linka hall definitely noticed how often they did – or didn’t – see each of the guys standing in line for relief. Rumor had it the girls even kept a logbook monitoring each of their performance, tracking the worthiest (and unworthiest) guys there. Maybe Kyrana would actually be kinder about all this than a Human girl would be, Toby told himself as he prepared for the moment of truth. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to piss, even more badly than he had on that previous date.
“So, um…,” Toby shifted the topic awkwardly, “I’m sorry but could you excuse me for a few moments?.” He blushed, but there was really no way out of this but to say it: “I wouldn’t ask, except I really need to, um… relieve myself.” He steeled himself as he waited for the disappointment in her eyes.
Except disappointment didn’t come. Instead, a wave of relief flooded across her face. “Oh, thank goodness,” Kyrana breathed a sigh of relief, “I didn’t want to say it but I’m absolutely bursting for a wee too.” Toby had been too distracted by his own distended bladder to notice, but to the keen observer of Mictaran body language Kyrana had been needing to go for a while now. The antennae especially gave it away, if you knew what to look for. Normally swaying around slowly surveilling her surroundings, they’d first locked themselves in a forward position – the result of a conscious effort to focus on Toby rather than her bladder – and then started drifting toward each other as though trying to tie themselves into a knot if only they were long enough to reach.
Toby was slightly astounded by her frankness. A Human girl wouldn’t have admitted to a full bladder after he’d already shown his cards, would’ve played it cool while she pretended to get in line with him simply because they were there to attend to his silly need. The guys might not keep a logbook, but a girl still wanted to show a guy that she could wait with the best of them too. Maybe this was a nice little advantage to dating a Mictaran, he thought, not being judged on the size of his bladder, which he figured to only be average at best.
The pair lifted their bodies up gently. Kyrana made a start toward the outhouse they’d passed on their way in, but stopped for a moment when Toby didn’t follow.
“I need to go this other way,” Toby gestured off into the distance vaguely. “It’s a bit further out for me,” he half mumbled, “I might be a little longer.
Of course, Kyrana thought to herself. Humans use different toilets. “Take your time,” she smiled before heading down the path. She had less than a hundred yards to walk. You could see her destination from their picnic site. It was only a simple outhouse. Some of the Mictaran males, he’d noticed, disappeared into the woods to pee rather than use it. Toby rather fervently wished he could do the same, but at least he had a plan.
As Kyrana walked off, Toby lifted his borrowed bicycle from the ground, climbed atop it, and started pedaling.
Kyrana was inside the outhouse in short order, pulling down her pants and hovering her bare blue butt over the opening so as to avoid direct contact. She would’ve prefered to wait until less austere facilities were available, but she’d had to piss so badly that it just wasn’t up for debate. She braced her arms against the planks of the outhouse to maintain her hovering position as the urge to go limp from the rapture of finally letting it out swept across her entire body. Even her antennae collapsed backward against her head as she pissed for what seemed like an eternity.
Toby, meanwhile, had made it about fifty yards before he realized something didn’t feel right. There was too much resistance. And it was getting worse. He dismounted to inspect, but that was little more than a formality at this point. He already knew what the issue was. His front tire was flat. And that pressure in his lower abdomen, that tickle he felt at the base of his penis, they were only going to get worse.
Kyrana didn’t give any thought to the fact that Toby was at their spot waiting for her when she returned, freshly relieved. “More juice?,” she offered as they sat back down.
“No, I… I’ve had enough, thanks,” Toby responded as he tried and failed to find a comfortable position in which to sit.
The two talked a little longer as Toby anxiously debated how long he could afford to draw this out. He was usually pretty good at holding it in. On an ordinary day, his morning pee would have been at least an hour earlier than it had been today, and he’d still be about three or four hours out from doing it again. But he normally didn’t drink even a third as much as he had on this day. Kyrana’s juice blend had been a little too good at quenching the spiciness of the food. It was his own fault for not pacing himself properly, but the fact remained that he really, really had to piss.
“Well, it’s a long walk back,” Toby tried to make it sound natural. “Maybe we should get going.”
“Oh,” Kyrana responded, a little surprised and disappointed, “um… okay.” Ending their date hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind. Quite honestly, she would’ve liked for it to last a while longer. But they’d been together for a number of hours, so she couldn’t exactly accuse him of cutting it short. And it was their first real date. It was perhaps inevitable that it would end with her still wanting more. But it would have been nice to think he’d been wanting more too. She hoped he wasn’t becoming bored with her already.
The pair packed up their things and loaded the basket back onto the front of Toby’s bicycle. The flat tire made it a bit more awkward to drag along beside him, but – especially with the drink bottles now mostly empty – the basket weighed less than it had earlier, and quite a good deal less than a person.
* * *
Toby struggled to keep pace with Kyrana as his bladder seemed to become more distended with each step. He was in agony.
“Are you okay?,” Kyrana asked the question she’d been holding in for twenty minutes now. He looked like he was in physical pain. She’d made a point of not putting any tarok root in the food. She knew Humans were allergic to it – not dangerously allergic, but enough to make them congested and puffy and uncomfortable.
“Oh, um,” Toby scrambled for something to say that wasn’t a lie. But all he could think of was to say it. “I’ll be okay… I just… need to use the toilet.”
Kyrana almost burst out in laughter at the absurdity of what she’d just heard. She’d been concerned that he was either falling ill or that she’d somehow said something so wrong that he could no longer enjoy himself. And all he wanted was to take a leak. But that quickly lead to another thought that made her eyes widen in concern. He wouldn’t actually do it, would he? She stopped walking. Suddenly she was the one feeling uncomfortable.
“You… you can’t do that here,” Kyrana stammered hesitantly, her eyes flitting between his face and body, looking for any hint of an expression or any signal of body language that might tell her what was about to happen. Human pee is dangerous. Letting it out here would be illegal. He knows that, right? Of course he knows that. So he would never do that… right? Kyrana began to question how well she really knew him. They were still getting to know each other, but Toby seemed like a good guy. He wouldn’t end our date with a felony. Would he? She could get into serious trouble just for being an accessory to that.
“I know,” Toby nodded, trying to put on his most calming and reassuring face. But the truth was that he felt anything but calm. He’d been debating his options internally for some time now, trying to figure out if there was any way to give Kyrana the slip. But even if he did, what difference would it make? He couldn’t run. He could barely even walk with his bladder swelled to the size of a Gorkal Melon. And they were still at least half a kellitrack from the university. He knew he wasn’t going to make it back at this pace, but he didn’t know what other option he had. The glass bottles in their basket wouldn’t last ten seconds with Human urine inside them, and nothing in the forest around them would fare much better. Could he spread it out, releasing just a drop here and there, leaving a trail of scorch marks through the forest?
“Well, let’s keep moving,” Kyrana suggested awkwardly. “I could do with another wee soon myself,” she admitted, trying to sympathize with him. She really didn’t have to go very badly, but all that juice was just starting to catch up with her again, and she hoped that perhaps Toby would be a little calmer if they were in this together. The last thing she needed was for him to lose his head right now.
But, of course, Kyrana failed to realize that for Toby this wasn’t just another wee. She didn’t know that the bicycle had been an integral part of his relief plan, or that he hadn’t had a piss during their entire day together. But Toby couldn’t forget it.
He managed to maintain the charade for a few more minutes before he knew his time was up. He was grabbing himself at this point, desperately squeezing to hold back the flood with one hand while the other tried awkwardly to keep tugging the bicycle along. Kyrana had stopped trying to talk to him. He supposed he hadn’t been much of a conversationalist, but every ounce of his mental energy had been focused on not pissing himself. And it wasn’t good enough.
He involuntary dropped his bicycle to the ground as the urge overtook him. He wrapped both his hands, one around the other, over his tortured penis and squeezed as tightly as he could. But it was no use. His tortured bladder couldn’t take it anymore.
Toby gave half a moment’s thought to trying to say something, anything, to Kyrana that could make this better but there were no words to fix this. He plunged into the forest, searching desperately for some cover.
And then there was smoke.
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I Don't want to give too much away but it's basically about a an accident prone girl and her bully switch bladder control. Their shared experience causing them to grow as people. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Prologue
Emily and Dan were friends. That is to say they had been friends at one point in time, but now they were not. Growing up together they had known each other as far back as either could remember and even then some. Since their earliest days their friendship had been one defined by playful banter and good-natured teasing, and it seemed like wherever one went the other followed. Even as children the grownups who knew them would jokingly say they were like an old married couple.
However as they grew up a rift formed. The cause of this rift was an unlikely source, Emily's bladder. The development of Emily's bladder had always lagged behind the other kids. Out of all of her friends she was the last to be potty trained, and even then she wet the bed far into grade school. Even now she still had a plastic sheet on her bed, nighttime accidents weren't so frequent an occurrence that she still needed night diapers, but it also couldn't be said that she was reliably dry. During the day she had to go to the toilet far more often than her peers, and even then unknown to anyone but her family she had to wear protective pads in her underwear because she'd often have leaks and dribbles. For the otherwise strong and outgoing Emily these issues were a constant source of shame and humiliation.
Emily's constant trips to the bathroom annoyed Dan. Everytime she went to the bathroom they'd have to stop whatever game they were playing, or pause whatever movie they were watching while she attended to her needs. He was still too young to truly understand that the workings of her bladder could be different from his, and he felt like she was just being lazy. Whenever she would excuse herself, true to their relationship Dan would make some kind of joke or tease her. Dan didn't realize it but these comments about a subject Emily was already self-conscious and sensitive about really hurt her. One time on a particularly bad day where it seemed like Emily was stopping every few minutes to go to the bathroom Dan told her she should probably just wear diapers if she couldn't hold it. Emily didn't show it at the time but the comment felt like being hit in the face by a ton of bricks, and when she got home that day she cried into her pillow partially from her frustration with her body constantly betraying her, but also that her closest friend seemed to hate her because of it.
After that their relationship took a turn for the worse. Emily began to withdraw from their friendship becoming increasingly more distant. This caused Dan to joke and tease her more often unconsciously trying to provoke her to respond in kind and reestablish the previous rhythm of their relationship. But the comments only caused Emily to grow more distant. Feeling betrayed himself Dan began to feel angry, this anger seeped into his comments driving Emily even further away. This feedback loop tore their friendship apart until neither could stand the sight of the other.
Years later in highschool Emily still suffered from bladder problems. While she was better at dealing with and managing her symptoms when she was free to make her own decisions, during school hours when she had to depend on uncaring teachers who seemed to take each request to be excused as a threat to their authority for permission to use the bathroom, she found herself suffering more than ever. To make matters worse she found herself sharing several classes with Dan. True to form Dan continued with his unwelcome teasing and comments, it had become second nature to him, something he did without even realizing why, and nothing he ever stopped to think about the repercussions of.
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Emily looked at the clock, how could there still be more than a half hour left. She leaned forward in her chair trying to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder but it only seemed to increase. She looked at the clock again just to be sure she had read it correctly, yes, more than a half hour left. Tentatively she raised her hand hoping Mrs. Johnson wouldn't make it an issue.
"Yes Emily?" Mrs. Johnson asked a hint of disapproval clearly in her voice. She could guess what Emily was going to ask. It seemed like she was always late, and constantly disrupting class asking to be excused to the restroom. As far as she was concerned, part of being an adult was learning how to orient your needs around the rest of the world instead of expecting the rest of the world to orient itself to your needs.
Emily gulped, "Excuse me, Mrs. Johnson, may I please go to the restroom?"
Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes, her annoyance clear to the entire class. "You were already late to class Emily, you should have gone then.
But Emily had taken care of it then. Mrs. Johnson always lectured Emily when she asked for permission, so Emily made sure to use the restroom before her class. She'd sit there on the toilet trying to empty everything out just in case, most days that worked but sometimes it didn't.
"But…" Emily pleaded.
"It's almost lunch time, you can wait." Mrs. Johnson said in a tone of voice indicating that the conversation was over.
Feeling defeated Emily resigned herself to her fate, she'd just have to wait and bear it. As the minutes ticked by Emily found herself increasingly desperate she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, hoping the urge would subside, but it only got worse. Suddenly she was hit by a wave of desperation. She closed her eyes, turning all focus and attention away from anything that wasn't keeping her pants dry, but her bladder was weaker than her will, and she felt a trickle of wetness leak out of her. It spread into her panty liner, turning it warm and wet. Emily clamped down with all her might and regained control. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Barely less than twenty five minutes left. She felt her body give out again and even more of her flowed into the panty liner, she realized she wasn't going to make it.
She felt the warm wetness overwhelm the pad. Feeling the sensation of wet fabric around the edges. But it continued to spread out, pooling in her seat then flowing over the edge enveloping her legs and thighs. Emily couldn't believe what was happening, she'd wet herself before, but never like this and never at school, at least not since grade school. She wanted to cry but held back, with the pressure on her bladder relieved she could finally think. To her relief is seemed like nobody noticed, they were to busy focusing on Mrs. Johnson's lecture. She began to think maybe she could hide it, she was wearing dark pants, if nobody noticed by lunchtime she could stay seated until everyone was gone then sneak to the restroom. She always carried a clean pair of shorts in her backpack. She could clean herself up and nobody would know. She began to feel more hopeful, watching the clock her mood lifted with each minute that passed by.
But then it happened Emily watched in horror as Dan who sat in the seat in front of her suddenly turned around in his chair and leaned down as if trying to grab something.
Dan had accidentally knocked his pencil off his desk. As he leaned over to pick it up he noticed it was in a puddle. 'Clumsy Emily' he thought, she must have spilled a bottle of water or something. "You have an accident?" He teased then picked up his pencil. Immediately he heard a loud gasp from Emily, and noticed that the water that his pencil was in was warm. As he looked up and saw a pained expression on her face he understood everything and immediately regretted what he had done. Emily's mouth opened and then slammed shut. Dan wanted to apologize but didn't know what to say, by this time all eyes in the classroom were on the two of them.
Emily could hear her classmates giggling and snickering, instinctively she put her hands on her lap futilely trying to cover the mess. But it was too late they all knew what had happened. She just wanted to hide, wanted nobody to see her like this, but there was nothing she could do. Everyone was watching her.
"Is that true Emily?" Mrs. Johnson asked sternly.
All Emily could do was close her eyes and nod.
"Emily, you're a grown woman now. You can't be peeing yourself like a baby." The comment brought out a wave of laughter from her classmates. A wave of guilt washed over Dan as he watched the events he set in motion unfold. He never meant to hurt Emily like this. It had just been a joke, a stupid joke.
'Why can't anyone be nice to me,' Emily thought to herself. All she could do was stammer out an "I'm sorry." It was taking all her willpower not to cry. She was determined that they wouldn't have that, that Dan wouldn't get that satisfaction.
"It's almost lunch, go get yourself cleaned. If you need a spare set of pants I think the nurse has some, she can also call your parents if you need to be picked up." Mrs. Johnson said her voice softened a little.
Emily got out of her seat and stood up, now the whole class could see the damage. Even though she had worn dark pants it was still obvious. She moved through the classroom in a state of hyper awareness seeing the expressions of every one who was watching her, some were amused others confused, a couple actually looked concerned. As soon as she was out of the class she ran down the hall to the restroom. She knew that she was going to be the talk of the school, but she didn't want anyone else seeing her like this.
Later that day during another class they shared together Dan stopped in front of her desk. "Hey, I'm… I'm sorry." He sputtered. But Emily just glared back at him with a look he had never seen on her face. It was one of pure hatred, not knowing what to do he took his seat silently.
'Oh you're sorry?' Emily thought her embarrassment had given way to a cold dark hatred. 'You have no idea how sorry you're going to be.'
When Emily got home from school that day she stormed through the door, slamming it shut. Immediately she made her way down to the basement. You see, in addition to her bladder problems Emily had one additional secret. She had come from a very long and powerful line of witches and warlocks. Long ago when searching for a cure for her issues she had stumbled across one spell that could help but she never would have used it. Never that is until now. Entering the basement she snapped her fingers, the candles immediately began to flicker illuminating her surroundings. She walked over to the book shelf knowing the exact book she was looking for. She took it over to desk and flipped through it until she came to the spell.
It was a simple spell really, one that worked on the most fundamental principle of magic. "For everything that is taken something must be given, for everything that is given something else must be taken. The harmony of the universe is constant." Basically it was a spell that switched the bladder control of two people. 'Let's see how you like it Dan,' she thought. She read the instructions then quickly gathered the ingredients before her parents came home. She carefully took them up to her room. She needed one more thing to make the spell work, something of Dan's. But even then she knew exactly what she was going to use. She searched through the box of her old toys and belongings in her closet until she found it. A small key chain made of beads with her name spelled with a backwards E on it. When they were little kids her and Dan had each made one for the other. How ironic she thought that what had once been a gift of friendship was now going to be Dan's undoing.
That night as Emily's parents slept Emily cast a spell on her former friend, one that would change both their lives forever. |
3
It was just a couple of minutes before the end of the period when Emily stepped out of the restroom. The halls were empty and quiet, quiet except for the sound of running footsteps. When she looked over to see what was going on she was greeted by the sight of Dan running towards her. She was about to ask what was going on when he froze in place a few feet in front of her. A look of panic crossed his face, and Emily instantly understood what was about to happen - he was on the verge of wetting himself.
As Dan was running he felt the first spurt of pee leak out of him and spread into his underwear. Usually when something like this happened it would just be a couple of drops and then he could stop the flow but this time was different, it was a full on stream. He stopped and grabbed his crotch with his hand and if he could stop it with that, but it just kept coming and he felt his hands getting wet. He tried squeezing his legs together as tight as he could, hoping that he could regain control but it was to no avail. The dam burst, and now the stream turned into a rapid. His underwear became so warm that he felt it was on fire. He looked down to survey the damage and saw a huge blossoming wet stain enveloping his crotch. As his pants were overwhelmed he heard a sound like rainfall as drops of urine fell freely to the floor. He felt a trail of wetness running down his legs, going all the way down to his feet. He felt the wetness entering his shoes and soak into his socks.
Emily felt like the stars had aligned as Dan's bladder gave out and emptied in front of her. She patiently watched as his face turned beat red, and a puddle formed below him. 'the only way this could be better,' she thought 'is if I had a camera right now.' After months of waiting she'd finally have her revenge. When it seemed like Dan was done peeing and he began checking himself out Emily confidentiality walked towards him. He was so engrossed in his accident that it seemed like he didn't even notice her presence. She cleared her throat loudly, and called out his name fully ready to gloat.
But then when she saw the terrified look in Dan's eyes a wave of empathy washed over her. She remembered all the emotions she felt the day she peed her pants at school, and couldn't bear the thought of heaping shame on anyone else, even if Dan had humiliated her in the past.
Determined to help, Emily approached Dan with a newfound sincerity in her voice, pushing her mischievous smile aside, she grabbed him by the arms and began pulling him towards the ladies' room. Dan resisted.
"Quick, before the bell rings hide in one of the stalls," she said gently, her tone filled with concern.
Dan's expression softened a little, turning to one of surprise and suspicion. He had fully expected her to make fun of him, to revel in his humiliation. But her words caught him off guard. There was something different in her tone, something genuine.
"Are you... Are you serious?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. "You're not going to make fun of me?"
Emily shook her head. "I know what it feels like," she reassured him. "I couldn't do that, even to you. Just go into one of the stalls and wait for me. I'll come back after class starts."
By now they were in the ladies' room entrance. Dan hesitated, unsure whether he could trust Emily's unexpected offer of help. What if this was all just a trick? But deep down, he knew his choice was either to trust her or have everyone in the school find out.
With a mix of hesitation and hope, Dan entered one of the stalls, closing the door behind him. He tried to steady his racing heart as he waited, if he was found out here he wouldn't just be the pathetic kid who wet himself like a little child but the pervert who was found with wet pants hiding in the girls restroom. He heard a couple of girls come in and his heart stopped, but luckily after doing their business they left without incident. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the bell rang again signaling the beginning of class.
True to her word, Emily returned and made her way directly to the stall where Dan was anxiously waiting. "Dan, it's me," Emily spoke softly from outside the stall.
Dan tentatively opened the door, and peeked out to see Emily standing there. Relief washed over him, and he cautiously stepped out, leaving the safety of the stall behind.
"Thank you, Emily," Dan said, his voice a mixture of gratitude and shame. "I don't deserve this from you."
Emily and Dan stood there, their eyes instinctively drifting towards the dark stain on his pants. A large patch of pee spread out from his crotch and ran down his legs all the way to the floor. to anyone looking it would be obvious what had happened and there was nothing that could do to hide it. His pants were so sodden and wet that there wouldn't be any way to dry them. Dan shifted uncomfortably in his soiled clothes, actually aware of Emily's gaze. Even if she was here to help, having anyone see him like this left him feeling almost naked and vulnerable.
Emily spoke softly, piercing the silence that hung between them. "Do you have a spare set of clothes with you?" she asked.
His face reddened with embarrassment, "No, I don't." He admitted, "the only spare clothes I have are my gym clothes."
Emily nodded. "You should always have a spare pair just in case," she cautioned him matter of factly. "Where are they?"
"They're in a gym bag in my locker. Do you think you could get them for me?" Dan asked.
"Of course, just give me your key and I'll get them for you."
Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. Luckily it had escaped the wetness, Dan would have died from embarrassment if he had to give her a pee soaked key. As he handed over the key Emily couldn't help but notice that attached was the keychain she had given him all those years ago. The counterpart to the one she had used to cast the curse.
For a moment she wondered why he had kept it, and then as she recalled their former friendship she felt a pang of guilt. But then she stuffed that guilt down. Dan had been so mean to her in the past, he deserved what was happening. If he wasn't being mean now it was only because he wasn't in a position to. Just because she wouldn't stoop to his level didn't mean what she did was wrong.
As Emily turned to leave to fetch Dan's gym clothes from his locker, he couldn't help but feel undeserving of Emily's kindness and assistance. He had teased and mocked her for so long, and now that the tables were turned she was showing care and understanding.
While Emily was away, Dan was left alone with his thoughts. He contemplated the person he had been to his former friend. He recognized that Emily's willingness to help, despite their history, was a reflection of her character, a kindness he hadn't fully appreciated before. At that moment he wasn't sure what he was more embarrassed about, wetting himself, or how he had treated Emily.
Emily returned, carrying his gym bag, and a sense of relief washed over Dan. "Thank you," he uttered, his voice sincere and filled with appreciation.
"You're welcome." Emily said, wondering to herself why she was even helping, knowing that as soon as she went to class the teacher would yell at her for being late. "Quickly get yourself changed and cleaned up, I'll stand watch to make sure nobody comes in. And with that Emily handed him the bag and headed outside.
As Dan changed he felt a gratitude towards Emily that he had never felt before. Leaving the bathroom he thanked her again, then scurried home ditching the rest of the day's classes. |
To anyone reading this, sorry I didn't get a chance to post an update last week. Work has been pretty crazy, but I hope it settles down a little going forward.
4
During lunch Emily was sitting on a bench, deeply absorbed in the book she was reading when she heard a voice call out her name. When she looked up Dan was standing there, his face beet red.
As soon as Dan saw her looking at him he began speaking. "I just wanted to thank you for yesterday." He said, with a slight quiver in his voice. He hesitated a second and then continued. "I'd like to repay you in some way, could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime?"
Emily paused, setting her book down, she looked up at Dan thoughtfully. Normally she'd flat out refuse but she could see from his nervousness and the look in his eyes that he was clearly sincere.
Dan shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. He knew that she would probably refuse, and after how he treated her over the years he couldn't blame her. Still after she had treated with such kindness the other day, he had remembered all the good times they had once shared together. He wanted to try to make things right, even if didn't deserve it.
Finally Emily opened her mouth, Dan braced himself for rejection. "Dan, I did what I did yesterday because it was the right thing to do. I don't want you to feel obligated to repay me."
Dan's heart sank. "I understand," he said, and was about to turn around and leave her alone when she continued.
"But if you'd like to meet up sometime as friends, I'd be okay with that."
Dan felt a sense of relief wash over him. "Thank you Emily, I'd really appreciate that."
The two chatted a bit, then set up a time to meet up over that weekend before Dan rushed off to the restroom to relieve himself before class.
As their date approached, Dan couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The thought of spending time with her again like in the old days made him feel excited, and yet the possibility of having another accident weighed heavily on his mind. Determined to be prepared, he decided to take proactive measures.
Dan headed to a local pharmacy, not so far away that it was a pain to get to, but also not close enough so that he would run to anyone he knew. Or so he hoped.
He got to the store at night, hoping the late hour would ensure it was mostly empty. The first thing upon entering was to do a quick walk around of the store to make sure there were no familiar faces. That confirmed he headed to the dreaded adult diapers section.
His heart sank when he saw that the aisle wasn't empty. A cute girl around his own age was busy stocking the shelves. He debated coming back when she was done when she turned and looked at him.
"Can I help you?" She asked cheerfully.
Dan felt all the blood rush to his face, and he realized he was blushing. "No, that's okay," he stammered out, his embarrassment fully evident in his voice.
"Okay," she answered nonchalantly then went back to the task at hand.
Having been spotted Dan figured it would be even weirder to leave and come back. He nervously scanned the shelves doing his best to ignore the worker. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really just less than a minute Dan found what he had come for. They weren't quite diapers, but we're sort of like a maxipad but for men. Recently the urge to pee just seemed to come on so suddenly, and sometimes he was already leaking by the time he made it to the restroom. Even things like laughing or coughing made him helplessly drip pee into his underwear. Luckily he hadn't had anymore full on accidents, but by the end of the day his underwear was often stained and damp. He'd take to wearing darker pants in hopes of hiding any dampness that might seep through, but he figured it would probably be best to have some added protection, even if it was a big blow to his ego.
Grabbing a pack he quickly left the aisle he hoped it was just his imagination but he swore he could feel the girl watching him, and he wondered what she must think of him. His heart raced with anxiety as he made his way to the checkout counter, his eyes glued to the entrance watching for anyone he might know.
His heart sank when he saw there was a line for the check out. He took his place behind a man, and when the man turned back to look at him Dan swore he could see the man snicker. Dan had no choice but to wait there holding the package of pads, exposed for the whole world to see.
Finally when it was his turn he placed the package on the counter. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious, convinced that the clerk knew they were for him. Trying to appear nonchalant, he avoided eye contact, hoping to get through the transaction swiftly.
As the cashier rang up the purchase, Dan couldn't shake the feeling of judgment. He imagined the clerk silently judging him, knowing the pads were for his own personal use. He tried to dismiss those thoughts, but the more he tried to push them out of his head the more he couldn't help thinking 'he knows, he knows you're a pathetic pants wetter, and even if he doesn't now he'll know when you come back and buy more. Everyone who works here is going to know you as the pathetic pants wetting boy who has to wear diapers, because that's what you are.'
"Would you like a bag?" The cashier finally asked.
"Yes please, paper." Once the pads were hidden in the paper bag Dan finally felt a sense of relief, now at least if somebody he knew came in they wouldn't know what he was buying.
Back at home, Dan retreated to his room, happy to finally have some privacy. He opened the package, unwrapped one of the pads and examined its design. It looked just like the period pads he had seen on the television except it was triangular in shape.
There was already a damp spot in his briefs so he slid them off and put on a new pair, then affixed the pad to his new pair using the adhesive side. It felt slightly stiff and uncomfortable but Dan assumed he'd get used to it in time.
He put on a pair of pants and looked at himself in the mirror. He had bought the thinnest pad he could find but still he could tell there was a slight bulge. But taking a deep breath he realized he could only see it because he was looking for it, and most people wouldn't notice. But even if they did it would be way less noticeable than a stain of urine on his pants. He couldn't say he didn't feel self conscious wearing them,
but he did feel a little better prepared to face Emily. |
5
Dan and Emily sat next to each other in the dimly lit movie theater, their eyes firmly fixed to the screen. They had chosen to see a horror movie, one of those slasher films that were so popular at the moment. As the suspense reached its peak, a bone-chilling jump scare flashed across the screen instinctively she latched onto Dan's arm and squeezed tightly,seeking solace and protection.
Caught off guard by the sudden embrace, Dan's heart skipped a beat. He felt a mixture of surprise and delight as Emily's fingers clung tightly to him. He couldn't quite describe why, but it just felt nice being near her.
But however pleasant that sensation was there was an equal yet opposite sensation growing in his bladder. Even though Dan had been careful to drink from his cup of soda sparingly, what little he had drunk seemed to pass right through him. As the pressure in his bladder intensified, he was tempted to get up and use the restroom, but Emily clinging to him was so comforting that he didn't want to ruin the moment. Before long he could feel himself dribbling into his pad despite his best efforts to hold it in. Each spurt of pee caused a wave of panic to was over him as he struggled to maintain control. But at the same time he realized for the first time that the warm and wet sensation enveloping him actually really good. There was nothing to do now but wait for the end of the film and pray that the pads were as reliable as advertised.
The very moment the credits appeared on the screen Dan bolted out of his seat, making his way through the rows of people towards the nearest exit. His heart racing with anxiety, not knowing if he'd be able to make it to the toilet before losing all control.
As he rushed towards the restroom, his entire being was focused solely on maintaining. If he noticed the looks of surprise from other moviegoers as he hurried past them, he paid them no heed. Every step felt agonizingly long, and the moment he saw the entrance to the restroom his control began to slip. He felt one dribble, and then another leak out of him and he tried to bear down. The moment he passed through the entrance way the dribbles turned into a stream, feeling the wetness spread he knew if he only had moments before his pad would be overwhelmed. He ran into a stall not even bothering to close it. There was no time to fiddle around so he just pulled down his pants right as the floodgates opened. Not caring if anyone saw his bare ass he peed into the toilet with his pants down around his ankles.
Finally when it was all over and he was able to regain his senses he turned around and stuck his head out the stall. Luckily the room was empty. Pulling the door to the stall shut he sat down on the toilet to inspect the damage. Luckily the pad had contained most to it though it's usefulness was now finished, the thing was swollen to at least triple its original size and was noticeably heavier when he pulled it out of his underwear. His underwear had not survived unscathed, and there was a sizable damp patch around where the pad had been, although luckily it wasn't enough to soak through his pants. When he got up and pulled out his underwear it felt cold and clammy but that couldn't be helped. Not knowing what else to do he wrapped the pad in some toilet paper and tried to carry it discreetly as possible to the trash can by the sink. Throwing it in he instinctively covered it up with some paper towels, then washed his hands and exited the restroom.
As he stepped into the lobby he spotted Emily waiting patiently for him across from the restrooms.
"Are you okay?" she asked, when she noticed Dan approaching her.
"Yeah," he said, trying his best to sound normal, "But I think I'm going to have to call it a night."
"But I was hoping we could get coffee or something, did something happen," she said with a look of disappointment on her face. Then lowering her voice a little, she asked "Did you have another accident?" There was no hint of scorn, or sarcasm in her voice, only genuine concern.
Knowing that she had already figured things out Dan reasoned he should just be honest. "Not like last time, but yeah. I got these pads to put in your underwear, and it contained most of the damage, but I didn't think to bring a replacement. I'd like to get that coffee with you but I'm not sure I can make it through the rest of the night."
Emily's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch Dan's arm. "I'm sorry" she said softly. "These things happen to everyone at some point or another."
"Don't be sorry, it's not like it's your fault." Dan responded, his eyes cast down. 'But it is my fault,' Emily thought to herself, as a stab of guilt pierced her heart.
Dan's shoulders relaxed as he took in Emily's understanding and kind words. Her reassurance eased the weight of his embarrassment, and he felt a renewed sense of gratitude for her patience.
"Well we should probably get going then," Dan finally spoke.
"Wait, I think I may have something that can help," she said gently. Digging into her purse before pulling out a small rectangle of yellow plastic. "I have one of my old pads with me, from when I was having problems. I know it's probably not ideal for a guy, but it should hold up for the rest of the evening..."
Dan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "But… those are for women," Dan blurted out.
"So? As long as it works, who cares. I'd really like to continue our evening, don't you?" Dan's hesitance began to melt away, sensing this Emily continued "I promise I won't tease you, or rather I'll tease you about anything but this." A devilish grin spread across her face.
It was the first time in a long time that Dan had seen that look come over her, and he remembered all the good times they used to have together. "Deal," he said, taking the pad from her, then he disappeared again into the restroom.
After a long and pleasant evening together spent catching up on old times the night was finally coming to a close. The pair stood in front of Emily's house. As their gazes met, there was an awkward atmosphere between the two of them. "So I guess this is it then." Dan said after an awkwardly long pause.
"I guess so." Emily said equally as nervous.
As she opened the door and was about to walk through, Dan called out, "wait." Not knowing what he was doing he slowly reached out and cupped Emily's cheek, his touch both gentle and tender. Emily's heart fluttered as their lips met in a sweet and lingering kiss. It was the first time either had done something like that.
As they parted, a soft smile graced Emily's lips, and she bid Dan goodnight. She watched him walk a mix of joy and uncertainty swirling within her.
Afterwards, going up to her room Emily found herself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. She paced back and forth, contemplating whether or not to tell Dan about the spell she had cast. On one hand, honesty tugged at her heart, urging her to share the truth with him. But on the other hand, fear and uncertainty held her back.
Emily couldn't deny the enjoyment she found in being with Dan. Their connection felt real, and she was afraid that if the spell were to be reversed, he would revert to his old ways and resume teasing her. She couldn't bear that thought, especially not now.
The conflict within Emily intensified, tearing at her conscience. She understood the weight of her secret, the potential repercussions of withholding the truth. But she couldn't ignore the overwhelming desire to protect what they had built together.
In the end, Emily made a difficult choice. She decided to keep the spell a secret for now, to continue exploring their relationship before deciding anything for certain.
With a sigh, Emily pushed her doubts aside and allowed herself to bask in the joy and tenderness of their first kiss. For now, the spell remained her secret, a secret she hoped would fade into insignificance as their relationship evolved. |
Hi Everyone! This is my first time ever writing a fic for this site. Any feedback and criticisms you may have are more then welcome! This is my first time writing in awhile, so there may be some mistakes here I did not notice. Please enjoy!
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12/4
Sunday
Daytime
"Alright, we have our target. Let's move!"
The seven teenagers and their talking cat exited Café Leblanc and made their way toward the train station. Yongen-Jaya was quiet today due to the cold weather, making it easy for the large group to traverse. Thankfully, they had all been warmed up by Sojiro's hot coffee and curry they had all come to love each time they visited the hideout. It also proved to be effective for keeping the groups' energy up during trips to the metaverse. Today, the team known as the Phantom Thieves had planned to make a quick trip to Mementos as their leader, Ren Amamiya, obtained a lead on a new target that seemed to be causing quite a stir in certain circles of the public.
The group had boarded the train and were well on their way towards Shibuya, which contained the entrance to Mementos in the underground subway stations. Haru had managed to grab a seat next to the windows, while the others grabbed seats that were close by. To pass the time, Haru had begun looking out the windows of the train and watched as the buildings and city whizzed by. It was a good chance for her to relax before they all had to go into Mementos and fight against the shadows with all their strength.
As Haru gazed at the city zooming by out the window, she began to reflect on the previous months. To say that her life had been like a roller-coaster these past couple of months would be an understatement. It felt like just yesterday she had found Morgana, or as she called him, Mona-Chan, and was quickly whisked into her father's palace. That was back in September, and so much had happened between that time and now. It all had taken quite an emotional toll on Haru, but she did her absolute best not to let it show to her friends. She had been so thankful to them for being there for her during the tragedy back in October with her father, and she didn't want to bother them any further with her issues. She had already relied on their leader far too much, but he never seemed to mind.
That had been another new part of Haru's life. She had begun to spend more time with Ren after school starting in November. He came to hang out with her quite frequently, much to her surprise. She hadn't expected him to waste his time with her, especially with how busy his life was as the leader of the Phantom Thieves. She was highly thankful for it though, as he had been helping her with her problems regarding her father's company and her arranged marriage. A slight smile formed on her face as she thought of him.
One thing Haru had been keeping secret, and planned to keep secret, is that she formed a slight crush on Ren. It didn't take long to form, and their time together had only made her attraction toward him stronger. He had listened to what she told him carefully and gave her solid advice and encouragement, he frequently offered to help with her garden on the school roof, and the way he moved around in the metaverse was so…smooth. She thought it was childish how quickly she had begun to feel this kind of affection towards him, but she could not deny that the feelings were there. Just thinking of him had Haru blushing on the crowded train.
"Yo Haru, you comin'?" Ryuji called over to her.
In an instant, Haru snapped out of her thoughts and realized they had arrived at their destination. Embarrassed for letting herself be distracted by her own thoughts, Haru quickly stood from her seat and followed the crowd out of the train and into Shibuya. The city was absolutely bustling with people to the surprise of no one. Not even the cold weather seemed to influence the busy streets of Shibuya. The gang traversed the city and mentally prepared themselves for the fights that awaited them in Mementos. No matter how strong they got, fighting shadows never seemed to get any easier.
Before long the group had reached their destination, the underground subway station. Morgana gave them all a quick reminder to make sure that the coast was clear, as Ren brought up the Metanav on his phone. They can't risk anyone seeing them disappear into the metaverse, or else they'd really be in trouble. It took a bit, but it seemed like they finally had a window of opportunity where no one would see them.
"Alright, let's go. Now!" Morgana yelled.
Ren quickly accepted the nav's request to enter into Mementos, and the world around the group of Phantom Thieves had quickly begun to shift. It always felt weird entering the metaverse, whether it be palaces or Mementos. Haru felt that she would likely never get used to it. However, something felt off about it to her this time. The subway station was slowly morphing into the Mementos they all had come to recognize, and all at once everyone had morphed into their Phantom Thief attire, but Haru still felt off. It finally clicked for her once the navigation was fully completed and they had settled into the other world. She started to feel a very slight pressure in her bladder that was just barely noticeable.
"Oh no…" Haru muttered. This wasn't something she had been expecting. She never had to use the restroom during the trips to the metaverse, so why now? Then she remembered that she drank just a little more coffee than usual earlier when they were all at Leblanc. Ren had offered her another cup after she finished her first, and she couldn’t help but accept. Then it happened again after she finished that cup and accepted a third. She was surprised she hadn’t felt so jittery from all the caffeine. Nevertheless, this wasn't much of a bother for Haru. She had been used to holding it during her father's many fancy events. He always denied her the privilege to use the bathroom in fear that it would make her seem unprofessional, so her bladder was already accustomed to the task. On top of that, the urge was barely even there, to begin with. Furthermore, they only had one target in Mementos today so they would be in and out in an hour at most. All these reasons gave Haru the confidence that she could hold it.
"Alright, listen up! Let's go over our target one more time," Morgana insisted. Ann groaned in response, "Do we really need to? We already went over everything back at Leblanc." The group gathered around Mona, "I apologize, Lady Panther, I just want to make sure we have everything covered," he then glanced over at Ryuji "and I think some of us may not have been paying full attention back there."
Ryuji instantly gave the smug monster cat an angry look. "I-I was paying attention! Course I was! Why do you hafta single me out? I mean Fox was completely focused on all the souvenir crap laying around Ren's room!" Yusuke was prepared to debate with him on these souvenirs being valuable works of art and not 'crap' but before he could even get a word out Makoto interrupted.
"Please proceed, Mona, it would help some of us to get a reminder on our target," Makoto said with a hint of aggravation in her voice. Haru was just thankful her friend sped the conversation along and prevented a shouting match between the three boys from breaking out. She also made a mental note to use their codenames from here on while they’re in the Metaverse.
"Right. Here's what we're dealing with…"
In a matter of minutes, Mona had summed everything up about their target quite nicely. A request had appeared on the Phansite a few days ago that was quite alarming. It came from a distressed member of a gang who resides in an unknown location in Tokyo. Apparently, this gang he's a part of has quite a corrupt leader. The member who posted the request stated this leader has recently been creating an unstable and harsh environment and is fearing for his and his fellow gang member's safety. Every time someone even slightly disobeys his orders or questions his authority, they tend to 'disappear'. Whenever it seemed like he was about to be cornered by the law, he always manages to slip away. While a gang leader being somewhat mad with power isn't all that surprising or even uncommon, he's still quite dangerous so the group unanimously agreed to accept the request. Ren quickly did some digging shortly after and found that the name of this leader is Takaya Toshio.
"Piece of shit. The hell does he think is?!" Ryuji spat. Haru noted how Ryuji always seemed to get worked up about the actions of these corrupt individuals that were reported on the Phansite, and rightfully so. "It's despicable," she said, "We should make our way down and work to change his heart as quick as we can."
Makoto was pleased to see the two so eager. "We should proceed with caution and keep our guards up. From the description of the post, it seems like he's quite an unstable individual. There's no telling what his shadow is capable of." Futaba grinned at Makoto's words of warning. "I'm not worried! The Phantom Thieves aren't gonna lose to a slimy boss like him." She then gave Ren a smug look, "Riiight Joker?"
All at once, everyone turned to face the leader of the Phantom Thieves. Haru always loved this part…
"Everyone, it's showtime!" Ren shouted. With everyone's spirits now high, they quickly descended to the entrance of Mementos. Morgana ran ahead and transformed into his bus formation for everyone to pile into. "Hop in everyone, let's not waste any time."
One by one the young thieves took their seats, with Makoto driving the vehicle like always since she was the only one with a license. Futaba called shotgun and quickly hopped into the front passenger seat next to her. Everyone else piled into the back seats of the bus. Haru managed to get a seat next to Ren, which she was giddy about on the inside. However, the moment she sat down she felt that familiar feeling in her bladder. Still not urgent at all, but it was there, and she could barely feel it. She ignored it and told herself to focus on the more important task at hand. There would be time to use the bathroom once they're all back in the real world, she thought to herself.
"I'm getting a strong shadow reading in the Path of Adyeshach. We should head there." Futaba suggested. Her Persona allowed her to get a good read on the target's location from afar. Without hesitation, Makoto drove the bus into the shortcut that would take them all there within a matter of minutes. Along the way, the thieves engaged in some idle chatter to help pass the time. Ryuji and Ann complained about the upcoming exams, while Makoto and Morgana nagged them about studying properly. Futaba and Yusuke engaged in a discussion about Sojiro's cooking and how Yusuke might be able to replicate some of his meals with his strict budget. Haru observed everyone silently, just happy to be in the presence of her friends even with that slightly annoying feeling in her lower abdomen.
Before long, they had reached the end of the shortcut and entered the first floor of the Path of Adyeshach. "I'm sensing him somewhere below us…" Futaba said, focused on the target. Makoto drove carefully so as not to alert any nearby shadows. The last thing they all needed was an ambush. The shadows only get stronger the deeper into Mementos they go. "I'll keep an eye out for the stairs," she said quietly, "you all do the same."
As the bus drove slowly along the bumpy tracks of Mementos, they all kept a lookout for any stairs that would lead to the floor below. Haru could feel each bump on the track in her bladder. It didn't bother her all that much as her bladder still wasn't all that full, it was just a bit annoying. She quickly brushed the feeling aside and continued to focus. Eventually, they all spotted the stairs that led downward and drove off.
The moment they reached the next floor, both Futaba and Morgana sensed the same thing. "He's here, on this floor!" They said in unison. Haru was grateful he wasn't so far down so they could all get this over with quickly. Makoto proceeded to drive carefully. It didn't take long for them all to find the entrance that would lead them to his shadow. "What's your call, Joker? Ready to head in?" Morgana asked.
"Let's go, everyone." He responded as cool and confident as ever. Haru couldn't help but smile.
The bus drove into the entrance, and they were all transported to a separate area of Mementos. What greeted them was the shadow of Takaya Toshio, with his back turned towards them. It's as if he wasn't aware of their presence. They all quickly hopped out of the bus ready for a fight, but before they could get too close, Futaba stopped them. "I'm sensing the presence of other shadows in the area. Almost as if they're watching us. They're weak, but if they interfere it could be bad…" she warned. "Then we'll split into two groups," Ren suggested. "Mona, Skull, and Noir will come with me to confront Takaya's shadow, the rest of you keep watch to make sure those stray shadows don't get in the way."
Haru was pleased that Ren had picked her to join the main team but felt sorry for her own bladder if this was going to be like every other confrontation with a shadow. The team split, and the four thieves slowly approached the intimidating shadow.
"Yo, you Takaya?" Ryuji asked straight out. The shadow turned to face them but seemed unsurprised by their presence. He flashed them a sadistic smile and seemed almost pleased to meet them. His face had quite a few scars, likely from the years of experience being in a gang. "You must be the Phantom Thieves, correct? Here to change my heart, hm?" His voice was almost as unflattering as his appearance. "Here's an idea, instead of changing my heart why don't you work for me instead? The life of a gang member is much more thrilling and rewarding than that of a Phantom Thief," he bargained. "Yeah right," Morgana said immediately not buying it, "as if we'd join a group with a leader as corrupt and dangerous as you."
Takaya's smile slowly turned into a grimace. Before he could get a word out, Haru Interrupted. "Mona-chan is right! A leader who abuses his subordinates for his own gain is no leader at all. That's not to mention all the horrible things you've done." Haru tried to ignore just how much this all reminded her of her own father. Takaya clenched his fist and was about ready to fly into a rage, but Ren stepped forward and made clear their intentions. "We're changing your heart," He said firmly.
Takaya's expression shifted back into a wicked grin. Something about the sudden change made Haru feel anxious. "Very well," Takaya said, "if that's how it's going to be then…catch me if you can!" In a split-second Takaya's shadow disappeared. "Get them!" The shadow's voice echoed. Haru felt her stomach drop. Ryuji ran forward and shouted, "Get back here you piece of shit! We ain't done with you!" Futaba immediately called after him with her persona, "Skull get back! Those shadows from before are-"
Seemingly from nowhere, four shadows appeared surrounding the group. "The hell, where'd you guys come from?!" Ryuji shouted. The group of four thieves quickly huddled together, ready for a fight. "Guess we have no choice. Get ready!" Morgana shouted. The first shadow immediately made its move and lunged at Haru. She barely dodged, and immediately followed with a counterattack using her axe. Much to her surprise, the shadow fell and evaporated without a hassle. Usually, they put up more of a fight. Futaba wasn't exaggerating when she said they were weak earlier. In just a few mere minutes, the other three shadows went down as well with the four working together.
The other members rushed over. "Are you guys, okay?!" Ann asked, worried. "We're fine," Ryuji sounded annoyed, "but that asshole got away!" Futaba performed a scan of the area, carefully searching for any trace of Takaya's shadow. "I'm not getting anything here, but…" her voice sounded almost disappointed. "I think he retreated to another floor down below. He's somewhere maybe between five to ten floors down. That…cheater!" Futaba groaned and stomped her feet. Yusuke grimaced, "Such a cowardly man. Retreating and letting others do his dirty work for him. How pathetic."
It was just as Haru feared the moment Takaya's shadow vanished. They'd have to search and chase after him if they had any chance of changing his heart. This was turning out to be a longer Mementos expedition than they had all planned, and Haru could feel her bladder getting ever so slightly fuller. The idea of asking for a bathroom break in the real world crossed her mind, but it would be a pain having to exit and reenter Mementos, and she didn't want to inconvenience everyone else with her own needs. For a moment, she thought about going in Mementos, but the shadows could surprise her at any moment. Not to mention having to announce her need to urinate to everyone would be highly embarrassing, and going in Mementos would be even worse. But if these options were out of the question, then…
"It's settled, let's go after him!" Joker announced. Haru quickly snapped out of her thoughts, as it seemed like the team came to a decision while she was focused on her own little problem. Morgana hurriedly transformed back into his bus formation and once again, everyone climbed in and took the same seats as last time. Haru felt the same pressure in her bladder when she sat down like last time, but she continued to ignore it for the sake of the mission.
"I can do this. It's not that bad. I've been more desperate than this many times before," Haru thought to herself. She looked around the bus to see everyone engaged in a conversation about their target. She thought back to about a year ago when she was forced to attend a party hosted by her father. That night, she drank a ton more water than she probably should have to help calm her nerves. Of course, she forgot how much this would affect her bladder, so she naturally made her way to the bathroom. Before she could enter, her father pulled her aside and reminded her that it would be rude and unprofessional to excuse herself in this manner in a house full of guests. She tried to argue, but he was firm. She never did understand his reasoning. The rest of that night was spent subtly holding in a full bladder worth of pee, and trying to prevent any accidents from happening, all the while conversing with the guests. When the party finally wrapped up hours later, she made a mad dash to her private bathroom. She recalled the relief and how amazing it felt after hours of being forced to hold it in. She remembered sitting there for at least a minute, letting it all drain out. That was probably the worst she's ever had to go in her life. What she was feeling right now in Mementos doesn't even come close to how badly she needed to go back then. Thinking this, her confidence came back to her.
She was startled out of her thoughts once again when she felt someone tapping her shoulder. She turned her head to see Ren looking at her with concern. "You alright, Noir? You seem distracted," he said in a quiet voice so that the others couldn't overhear. She was flattered he was concerned for her, but she had no idea how to respond. She never in a million years wanted him to know of her current predicament. She'd likely die of embarrassment if he did. "I'm fine," she said unsure of herself, "I-I was just thinking about my father." It wasn't a complete lie. She really was thinking of him. Ren seemed to understand almost immediately, but Haru continued, and he listened to her carefully. "Takaya reminds me of him in a lot of ways. The way he treats the other gang members is like that of how my father treated his employees," She stopped herself and shook her head slightly. "I apologize," she said quietly, "perhaps I shouldn't be comparing the two. I suppose I'm just a bit confused right now…"
Ren looked at her remorsefully. He didn't think of how this could relate back to Haru when he first accepted the request, and he felt stupid for not having seen the similarities until she pointed it out. "You don't have to apologize," he said reassuringly. "If this is tough for you, I understand. You can stay behind with the others the next time we encounter his shadow if that'd be easier for you?" He looked at her with concern. Haru met his gaze and found herself smiling. The way he cared for everyone in the group, she thought, was amazing. "No, that's okay! In fact, I…" she trailed off for a moment before finally declaring, "I-I'd like to be there with you when you change his heart. I want to see this through to the end!" Ren smiled at her confidence. She was a tough girl, and he had no idea how she was staying so strong after everything she's been through these past few months. He made a mental note to take her somewhere nice once everything settled down. She deserved it.
The two continued to converse, while everyone else also engaged in their own chatter amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Makoto remained focused on navigating Mementos with the occasional guidance from Futaba and Morgana. Haru found herself getting distracted by the conversation she and Ren were having. It helped take her mind off the ever-growing pressure in her bladder. The occasional bad bump in the tracks would remind Haru of her need, but crossing her legs seemed to fix that issue. She thought for a moment she saw him glancing at her constant leg movements, but figured her mind was playing tricks on her.
About twenty minutes later, they had only gotten to about four levels down. They still hadn't been ambushed by any shadows thankfully. Futaba and Morgana alerted that they felt Takaya's presence about two floors below them. Haru was relieved to see they were getting closer. With any luck, they'd change his heart and she'd reach a bathroom with her panties still bone dry. The thought made her blush, and she turned her attention back to the conversation she and Ren were having. She hadn't even noticed that she was bouncing her leg at this point. Another ten minutes later, they finally reached the desired floor.
"Alright, he should be around here somewhere. Keep an eye out for an entrance like we saw last time," Morgana suggested. For a few minutes, the thieves sat and observed in silence looking for any trace of an entryway as the bus drove along the tracks. The silence made it harder for Haru to ignore her bladder. Nevertheless, she remained alert. "I see it," Ann pointed to the north, "over that way!" Makoto stepped on the gas and drove straight ahead into the entrance. Like last time, they were all transported to a separate area within Mementos.
"I'm impressed, I didn't expect that you all would have the tenacity to chase me this far down," Takaya greeted them once more. The thieves all rushed out of the bus, ready to finish the job. "Hold on…I'm sensing a huge shadow presence nearby," Futaba warned. Takaya suddenly burst into laughter before vanishing once again. "I'm not ready for this little chase to be over quite yet. Come find me another six floors down. We'll finish things there. For now, I leave you with him," his voice echoed. Haru felt sick hearing this. She rarely ever got aggravated, but it felt as if the universe were against her. This was all but confirmed when a giant shadow appeared from where Takaya's shadow once stood.
"You gotta be effin kiddin me! That things the size of a frickin building!" Ryuji shouted. Wasting no time, all the thieves got into position with Futaba on support. "I'll try and analyze it," Futaba said panicked, "just hang in there, okay?" The shadow was immediately on the offensive and began firing an onslaught on agidyne and bufudyne magic, followed by a hefty physical attack. Haru didn't have the same luck as with the last battle and was struck by a bufudyne attack. While not lethal, it still caught her off guard and nearly knocked her down. A quick look at the others showed they weren't doing so hot either. Yusuke was knocked to the ground by its agidyne attack, and Ann was dazed from its physical strike. "Johana!" Makoto's voice rang out from calling her persona. A bright light flashed across the battlefield as the large shadow was struck with a nuclear freidyne skill, stunning it for a moment. This was followed by a loud BANG from Ren's gun which had the large shadow writhing in pain. "That's it, Joker," Futaba shouted excitedly, "It's weak to gun attacks and skills! Noir, it's all you!"
It was all down to Haru as she's the gun expert on the team. She physically carries a grenade launcher, and her persona has a wide variety of gun skills. Wanting to finish the battle quickly, she pulled out her grenade launcher and took aim at the shadow. She'd only get one chance, so she took her time waiting for the right moment. When the shadow turned to face her, she fired away at its large body. What soon followed was a large explosion and the giant shadow toppling over and fading into nothingness. The recoil of the grenade launcher and the explosion had knocked Haru over on her butt. Usually, she was able to handle its power, but the shadows ice magic, and her ever-filling bladder left her weak. The moment she slammed down to the floor, she felt it. A few drops of pee leaked out into her panties. She could feel the slight warmness down below and felt her cheeks grow red from embarrassment.
"That was great, Noir," Futaba cheered, "I bet you got a crapton of exp from that!" Haru was left speechless by her very slight leakage and didn't hear a word of what Futaba was saying at this point. The damage wasn't bad at all, but Haru was panicking on the inside. If this was a sign of things to come, then it wasn't looking good. She'd have to survive a trip through another six floors of Mementos as well as a battle with shadow Takaya, all with an expanding bladder. She snapped out of her thoughts when Ren held his hand out to her. "Are you okay? Can you stand?" he asked concerned. Haru took his hand and pulled herself up, still shocked by what happened. "I-I'm fine, just lost balance is all. Thank you," Haru replied nervously. She noticed that he seemed like he wasn't fully convinced she was all okay. Before he could question it any further, the sound of Morgana transforming echoed through the area. "C'mon, we're not letting him get away. You can all rest and heal up during the trip down. We're changing his heart for good!" Morgana said determinedly. "Uh, since when were you the one in charge? That's Joker's call, dude," Ryuji reminded him. Ren stepped forward to the doors of the bus. "Mona's right. Let's go, everyone."
Everyone took their seats once more, this time their spirits more drained than ever. Takaya was sneaky, and they were all left exhausted by his tricks. The moment they drove back into the main section of Mementos to continue their trek down, Haru focused on her bladder. By now, the cups of coffee from earlier had completely sped up the process and only made her bladder get fuller quicker. She crossed her legs tightly and attempted to focus on something else. That's when she realized the bus had gone completely silent. No one was speaking a word, as they were all left worn out by the previous battle. Ann and Yusuke were tending to their wounds, while Ryuji got some shuteye. Everyone else was staring out the window of the bus keeping a lookout for the stairs.
Haru always appreciated the quiet moments with her friends, but having a conversation going definitely would have taken her mind off her swollen bladder. She'd feel awkward if she were to break the silence now, and she couldn’t even think of a conversation starter at the moment. Her belt squeezed against her tightly only making her need worse. Not to mention all the frequent bumps in the tracks making her bounce slightly. Every so often she would press her hands in between her legs when she was sure no one was looking in her direction. She thought it was unladylike of her, but what else could she do? Her spirit dropped even further when she realized only five minutes had passed and they only progressed downwards one floor. This was agony at this point. It still wasn't as bad as the night of her father's party, but it was certainly getting there quickly.
She began tapping her foot on the floor of the bus out of desperation. She couldn't help herself at this point. No one seemed to take notice or mind though, so she kept going. That is until Morgana's voice rang out, breaking the silence and startling them all. "Whoever's tapping their foot on the floor aggressively, please stop. That kinda hurts." He said in a strained voice. Haru immediately stopped her tapping, embarrassed and sorry she was hurting the poor monster cat. "My apologies, Mona-chan. That was me," she said meekly. She sometimes forgot he was literally the bus they were all driving in. A thought crossed her mind. Since they were all technically inside Morgana right now, and if she couldn't hold it any longer and were to have an accident, then…
She immediately ceased that train of thought. She had to hold it, no matter what. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs tightly. She attempted to get her mind to focus on something else. She thought of what she and Ren could do the next time they hung out after school. She thought of how everything surrounding the Phantom Thieves in the real world was heating up. She thought of what Akechi might be doing now that he thinks the thieves are gone, even though it pained her to think of him. Every time she tried to take her mind off her bladder, the bumps on the track only made it more difficult to do so. Each bump was a constant reminder that she needed to pee like crazy and was only getting fuller by the minute. By now another five minutes had passed, and they only went down two floors. This was it. This was officially the worst she's ever had to go.
She wished so badly that she could take off her belt to relieve some of the pressure on her lower abdomen. She wished she could work up the courage to tell her friends that she needed a bathroom break, even if they were in Mementos. Even if she could be attacked by shadows, it didn't matter. She just wanted to relieve herself of the giant pool of urine in her bladder that was only getting worse. She squirmed in her seat crossing and uncrossing her legs, attempting to think dry thoughts, not that it helped very much. For some reason, she felt as if she was being watched and directed her attention to the young man sitting next to her. Ren was quite clearly staring at her odd movements, and she was embarrassed at having been caught in the act.
No one else on the bus seemed to have noticed what was going on, as they were all focused on other things. "What's wrong? Something bothering you?" he asked in a quiet voice so that no one else could hear. Haru was happy that he cared for her safety and well-being, but this was the one time she didn't want him to focus on her. She stopped all her movements and sat as stiffly as she could to control her awkward squirming and shifting and appear fine. She immediately regretted this decision when she felt another small loss of control in her bladder. Another few drops of warm urine had made an escape into her panties, bringing an uncomfortable wetness down below. Her face appeared startled, and she tried to answer his question like she was okay. "I-I'm fine. Just getting a l-little impatient with Takaya's shadow is all," she said forcing a smile. She knew right away he didn't buy it. She knew he was perceptive, that's why he's the leader after all. "Haru, it's okay," he said gently, "you can tell me anything."
She so badly wanted to tell him. She knew he'd be understanding of her situation so why couldn't she bring herself to tell him? She just needed to pee. Everyone does it, it's a natural bodily function. She felt foolish that she thought it was embarrassing of her. Suddenly, a harsh bump appeared in the tracks shaking the bus intensely and bouncing everyone inside slightly. Haru made a quiet squeak, as she felt yet another slight loss of control in her bladder. This time, a small spurt rather than a few drops. She instinctively shoved both hands downward. She hated the uncomfortable feeling of how wet her panties were getting.
"Sorry about that," Makoto said, "it seems the deeper we go the more dilapidated the tracks become. Is everyone all right back there?" Everyone confirmed they were good, while Haru let out a rather quiet, "Mhm." She placed her hands to the side and gripped the seat tightly. She noted that they had only descended one more floor. She looked over at Ren who had concern all over his face. This couldn't go on any longer. There was no way she would get through the rest of the expedition at this rate. She hated it, but she absolutely needed to tell him. "Come closer…" she asked of him quietly. He did as she asked, and she prepared herself for her embarrassing admission. She took a deep, quiet breath and whispered into his ear, "I-I…need to...use the b-ba-"
"This reading I'm getting, it's Takaya!" Futaba shouted suddenly. It all happened so quickly. The bus came to a screeching halt. The sound of shadows swarming to their location filled the halls of Mementos. Everyone on the bus had been caught off guard, and Haru didn't get to finish what she was saying. Without warning, Morgana forcefully ejected the thieves from the bus to prepare for a showdown. They had been ambushed and were surrounded by shadow Takaya as well as a group of strong-looking shadows he brought with him. It seems he wasn't honest about having them chase him down fully and intended to surprise them.
Haru wasn't ready for the rough ejection from the bus and landed shakily on her feet. She felt a spasm in her bladder, and another strong spurt of urine shot out into her underwear. By now they were completely saturated with urine, and any more leaks would be disastrous. She took a moment to steady herself and regain her balance. This fight wasn't going to be easy, especially with a full bladder that was only getting worse to maintain. "I'll back you up with everything I have and try to analyze them all. Be careful," Futaba warned. While everyone's energy was still low from the last encounter, they were ready to finish this. "Let's go, Phantom Thieves! We're changing your heart, Takaya!" Morgana shouted.
It didn't take long for things to get hectic. With so many shadows and thieves running around trading blows, it was hard to keep track of everyone. Haru did her best to focus on the battle raging on, despite her own personal issues she was facing. She felt the presence of an enemy shadow approaching from behind and hastily dodged out of the way. She quickly summoned her persona and prepared to use a psiodyne attack on the foe. Luck was on her side, as when the attack made contact with the shadow it fell to its knees and revealed itself to be weak to psychic attacks. She launched yet another psiodyne attack at the shadow, and it swiftly crumbled into nothingness. That was one shadow down, and Haru was proud of herself for having struck down an opponent in the desperate state she was in. She took another moment to focus on her bladder and assess how the others were doing.
A quick scan of the battlefield revealed that many shadows still remained, with all the thieves dishing out powerful attacks from their personas. It would take some time before the number of shadows thinned. Haru noticed Shadow Takaya watching everything unfold off to the side, as the other shadows were doing all the fighting for him. His twisted smile made Haru feel sick to her stomach. She wanted so desperately to finish this and get some much-needed relief, but her hope was starting to dwindle. The moment she took a step further, another bladder spasm caused Haru to stop in her tracks. She crossed her legs and could no longer force herself to move. She was at the end of her rope.
"I-I can't…"
"Noir, look out!" Futaba shouted. There was nothing Haru could do anymore. Whatever shadow was approaching her, she couldn't fight back against it in the state she was in. She awaited the shadows' attack and could only hope to apologize later to the others. She hoped they wouldn't judge her for the loss of control over her bladder. She closed her eyes and waited for it all to be over with.
…
But it never came. She instead heard the shadow fall and scream in agony. A second later, she felt someone tightly grip her hand. She opened her eyes to see Ren. Before she could even question what he was doing, he began leading her away from the battlefield. "W-what are you-" She started to question, but he began explaining himself. "I'm getting you somewhere safe and private. You need the bathroom, right?" Haru almost couldn't believe it. He actually knew what she was about to say before the ambush occurred. Though a worried thought crossed her mind. "What about the others? They might need your help with Takaya and…" she felt horrible for all of this. Ren looked back and gave her a comforting smile, "Don't worry, they'll be okay without us for a couple minutes." Haru was going to debate him further but changed her mind when she felt another wave of pressure coming in.
"L-let's hurry!"
Ren had led her all the way back toward the entrance of the floor they were on. It wasn't too far from where the others were. "Take your time. I'll keep watch for any shadows," he said as calm as ever. Haru had no idea how he was keeping his cool through all this. It was just another trait of his she admired so dearly. "T-thank you, Ren-kun! I won't forget this," she said with a heartful smile, her voice filled with gratitude for the young man. Haru hobbled off just far enough so that she could get some privacy and jumped to the subway platform. The fact that she would get some much-needed relief in just a few mere moments made her bladder impatient. Just as she was out of sight, all pretenses of remaining dignified shattered.
Haru immediately went into panic mode and attempted to undo her holster belt whilst squirming on the spot. Her shaky hands had trouble getting a good grasp on the buckle, and she got more frustrated as the seconds passed. "P-please, just come off! I need to-" she pleaded but was interrupted by her own bladder. Another stream of warm urine jetted out for a couple of seconds. By now, her underwear was completely soaked through and with nowhere else to go, the contents of her bladder dripped out into her black pantyhose and bloomers She immediately ceased undoing her belt and clamped both her hands down into her crotch. She took a moment to try and control herself, but her bladder had other plans. While not a solid stream, the pee slowly spilled out, drop by drop. She was no longer in full control.
Haru had no other choice. If she kept holding like this, she'd only continue to slowly pee herself. She took a deep breath, quickly removed her hands from between her legs, and tried once again to remove her belt. The moment she pulled her hands away, the drops soon turned into a steady stream once again. With all her strength, Haru attempted to unfasten the belt. The gloves that appeared on her hands whenever switching into her Phantom Thief attire only made the task more difficult. Finally, with one last tug, she managed to release the belt from its clasp. Not wasting a second, she tore her belt off and tossed it aside. With the hard part now over, the only clothing items left keeping her from complete relief…
"Must s-stop peeing! I need to hold it. Just another few seconds. Just h-have to…"
Without a struggle, Haru pulled her bloomers down to her lower thighs, followed by her pantyhose, and then finally her panties. This was the moment Haru had been desperately seeking for the past couple of hours, and now there was nothing in the way of stopping her. Her body took this as a sign to let loose, and the floodgates swiftly blew open before she could even begin squatting down. The contents of her bladder began cascading wildly into her clothes below. The stream redirected itself onto the floor of Mementos as soon as she squatted down.
Two noises began filling the halls of Mementos. The first noise was the waterfall-like stream of piss crashing into the metal flooring. What followed only a second after that, was a loud moan of relief emanating from Haru. She could hardly believe that she could make such a noise, but she no longer cared.
PSSSHSSSS…
"Haaaahh…ahh~!"
Haru hung her head low and closed her eyes, basking in the almost orgasmic relief. This felt even more amazing than the relief she felt at her father's party a year ago. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, she only just now noticed that her bladder had slightly bulged outwards. "Oh my, w-was I really holding in that much?" she asked herself, concerned for her own bladder.
"I should really be more-ooooohhhh~"
SSSSSHHH…
"Careful…mmmm~"
Thirty seconds passed and Haru still felt nowhere near done. By now the puddle that was forming on the floor quickly began spreading in all directions and even touched her Mary Jane shoes. Haru gazed downwards at the powerful stream exiting her privates, almost impressed by its intensity. The power of it had practically made some of the pee spray onto her legs, making her wince in disgust a bit. While Mementos was dark, Haru could see that the stream and the growing puddle had a yellowish tint. The somewhat harsh winds in the tunnel had made the air cool, which sent a shiver up Haru's body. Or perhaps it was the relief that made her do that. She could no longer tell. The cold air even caused her stream and puddle to steam a bit.
A minute had gone by, and Haru still wasn't finished. Her legs had begun to get a bit wobbly from squatting for so long, but her work and time as a Phantom Thief gave her the lower body strength she needed to stay balanced. She started to get worried about taking so long. Her stream had slowed somewhat, but she still somehow felt full. The longer she and Ren were away, the more their friends were in danger. She attempted to expedite the process and forced the pee out a bit.
"Hng…mmmm~"
ssssSSSHHH…
The stream of piss splattered across the floor harshly. Once again, Haru sprayed herself on the legs from the sheer force of the stream she was pushing out and some had even managed to splash onto her butt. She was beginning to get grossed out by the mess she was creating. She then had a worried realization. She had nothing around her to wipe with. The idea of calling for Ren to ask If he had anything crossed her mind, but that would be far too embarrassing for the Beauty Thief. She needed something to wipe with considering how wet she had gotten, but what was there to use? She then looked at her gloves which gave her so much trouble unbuckling her holster belt. She shuddered at the thought, but there was nothing else she could do.
Finally, after another twenty seconds, Haru felt as if her bladder were almost drained. The feeling of finally having that pressure relieved in her lower abdomen was euphoric. She couldn't believe just how much she was holding in. She reminded herself not to drink so much coffee before a trip to the metaverse next time. She knew it was a natural diuretic, but she never believed it to be so effective before now. She gazed downwards once more to see that the puddle had spread so far that it reached the edge of the subway platform and began spilling over onto the tracks. She soon heard her pee raining down and hitting the floor below. She only hoped Ren didn't see that, otherwise, she'd die of shame. With one last push, Haru forced out the rest of her bladder's contents along with a blissful moan.
"Haaah…ahhh~"
SSSSssss…
"Whew…"
The steady stream finally tapered off into a few sputters, then into drops, and then finally into nothing. As much as Haru wished she could just take a minute to enjoy the feeling of being empty, she still had a fight to get back to. She hurriedly took off her left glove and gently began to wipe herself. She underestimated just how soaked she had gotten. Her private parts took a bit to clean, and she had to make sure she got all the stray drops off her legs and ass. With no place to store her used glove for the time being, she tossed it over to where she left her belt.
Now it was time to assess the damage her clothes sustained. One look at her panties revealed that it wasn't pretty. What was once a cute and simple white design with little flowers, was now almost completely darkened yellow. Haru knew she didn't quite make it, but she was surprised at how bad it was. "I can't believe I peed myself…" The reality of what had happened was finally settling in for the poor girl. Her bloomers and pantyhose would have been better off if her bladder hadn't erupted before she could fully squat down. Her pretty pink bloomers now had a large wet patch right on the front, which was impossible to miss. With no way to dry her clothes, Haru slowly pulled them back up. If these were any other pair of panties, she'd have discarded them, but these were her favorite. The feeling of her cold and soggy undergarments rubbing against her made her shudder. She then pulled her pantyhose back up, followed by her bloomers, and stood up straight.
Haru stepped away from the massive puddle of piss she had created, still spreading slowly and raining off the side of the platform and retrieved her belt and glove. She reapplied her belt as she hopped off the platform and onto the tracks below. She was the same old Beauty Thief and Noir, but now she was noticeably…wet. This was only confirmed further by the look Ren instinctively made when he turned around and saw her walking back. He could get a clear view of the pee dripping over the edge of the platform at this point. There was no doubt he probably heard everything as well. Already, she felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She knew now wasn't the time, but she couldn't help it. "Hey. Feeling better?" he asked concerned. "Y-yes, much better. Thank you for your help, Ren-kun," she replied genuinely grateful but defeated.
"It's okay, it's really not that bad. It'll dry out soon," he said, trying to find the words to comfort her. But how could you possibly even begin to comfort somebody who had just peed all over their clothes? Sure, Ren had experience in giving advice and helping others in their time of need, but he felt truly out of his depth here for once. "I know…I just," By now the tears were slowly dripping down her cheeks. "I can't believe I did…this," she said, gesturing to her wet bloomers. Ren felt horrible for her and felt even worse that he appeared shocked when she approached him. "I'm sorry, I should've noticed and intervened much quicker. This is my fault, Noir," he apologized. "N-no, don't blame yourself! I was being irrational and should have just…"
Haru was struggling to find her words. There was an awkward silence between the two thieves. Her self-esteem had taken a huge hit, and horrible thoughts began to plague Haru's mind. "Now that he's seen me like this, can he ever see me as anything other than the girl who peed on herself? The girl who had to be dragged away from the battlefield because she needed to relieve herself. Will he ever bother hanging out with me again? He must find me so repulsive. I should've-"
Haru's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ren's footsteps as he approached her. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Why must she get so nervous around him, especially now of all times? "Haru…listen to me," he said gently. It stunned her to hear him use her real name in the Metaverse. She met his eyes and found no judgment or disgust behind them. They were gentle. She was all ears for whatever he had to say. "None of this is your fault," his voice was firm, "We all have moments like these, and it's nothing to be ashamed of." Haru felt a sliver of hope inside her. She was grateful he was so understanding of the situation. "You're still the same strong and reliable person we all know. This one isolated incident doesn't change a thing," he said softly. Haru felt herself smiling at his words. She wiped her tears away, but they were still flowing, albeit for a different reason now. "Thank you, Ren-kun."
There was a lot she wanted to say, but they still had a job to do. "Need me to hold onto your glove? We can come up with an excuse to make when we get back," he said empathetically. "I'd appreciate that, though it's a bit damp. My apologies…" she replied, feeling the shame creep back in. "No worries. It’s not a problem," he smirked. To him, it seemed like it was no big deal.
Haru began to smile again. "Shall we get back to the others? We still need to change Takaya's heart. There's a lot I want to say to him," she said with a look of determination on her face. Ren knew how much this mission meant to Haru, especially in relation to her father. He nodded, and they both gripped their weapons tightly.
"Ready, Beauty Thief?"
"Always, Joker!"
Edited June 2 by Yawnoslom
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I sat at my desk, writing an overdue essay for my professor. My legs began to squeeze my pee hole as I felt a slight desperation grow on me. I decided to forget about it and let it grow more. Eventually, it got too hard to hold and my hand was pressed against my crotch, my hips bucking up and down in my seat. I stood up with a hand in my crotch and walked into my en suite, but before I could enter, my best friend Emily was stood in front of the bathroom doorway, frowning at me.
"Hey, whatever this scolding is, can it please wait? I really needa pee, man."
"Oh hell no. Why did you tell everyone about my pregnancy?!"
"Oh..I'm so sorry, Emily, it slipped out. I promise I'll patch things up!" My voice began to wobble as my situation got more urgent and I was now doubled over, wobbling around on the spot with my legs crossed together.
"No the fuck you won't, now everyone thinks I'm trailer trash, thanks to you!"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, Em! If I could make it up to you, I swear, I'd do anything!"
"Anything?" Her smirk grew but I was too desperate to notice, so I mumble out a response.
"Yeah...yeah anything!" Emily watched me bounce on the spot and moan quietly with a smirk on her face. Bitch.
"Alright, I'll tolerate you."
"T-thank you, can I please-"
"IF, you hold your pee until tomorrow morning! I see your situation and it's quite funny watching you."
"W-what...I can barely hold on now? I can't wet myself in class, Emily, I'll do anything but that, man, please." I started whimpering and bouncing my legs rapidly to prove my point but to no avail.
"Nah. If you can embarass me then I can do the same to you. Best start holding on cause I ain't letting you use the toilet for the whole day." And off she went...with our bathroom key.
I finished my essay with great difficulty. And by that, I mean writing a few words and then pressing my heel against my pee hole for a few seconds before doing it again. Emily came back to the dorm with a large water bottle in her hand.
"Cmon, we got geography in B block. Drink up, buttercup!" She shoved the water bottle in my hand as I walked behind her with a firm grip on my pussy. I got some serious looks as I bent over every now and again, but It was all over once I sat down and was able to hide my fidgeting and crotch grabbing under my desk. At least I thought it was.
"Hey class, sorry I'm late. We're gonna be going through rivers and dams in the natural environment!"
Oh fuck. I could see Emily's ecstatic grin from a mile away, despite her being right next to me. My legs began to wobble more as I started to lose control on my hold. Whilst the teacher bellowed out words like "water", "trickle" and "waterfall", I gripped onto my crotch until it burned, stopping any drip of pee from rolling into my panties...until.
"Ok guys, im gonna put on the video now. The guys gonna talk more about it in depth so make sure to take your notes!"
"Uh ohhhh, Ashley, looks like you're gonna watch waaaattteeerrr."
She was right. It was unbearable. Watching recordings of water trickle down rocks was harder than expected. I fanned out my legs and held my pee hole to my hearts content, but pee began to dribble out one by one until a golf ball sized patch was created on my panties. Emily watched with enjoyment whilst taking her notes, I couldn't take any of mine. Finally the video finished along with the lesson, but the day was far from over.
Our last period was gym except I forgot one important detail....it was swimming.
Taking off my clothes in a tiny cubile whilst holding my crotch wasn't fun, as well as Emily watching with a grin. Pee dribbling out bit by bit wasn't easy to hide when naked. It rolled down my leg and dripped onto the floor slowly.
"Oooo, are you gonna pee peeeeee?" Emily cooed, loudly, making the changing rooms silent for a few seconds.
My hand covered my quivering pussy as I slipped on my bathing suit, but not for long, as Emily took my hand and led me to a toilet cubicle.
"I need to pee and you're gonna watch me!"
"W-what...you never said I needed to do that..?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I don't remember there being an agreement, Ashley?" I rolled my eyes as she forced me onto the floor and threw her naked ass onto the toilet seat. Before long, there was a tiny trickle turning into a long stream lasting 20 seconds. I squirmed on the floor with my hand pressed onto my pee hole. More and more pee drops rolled into my bathing suit as I began to tear up. My hand went numb at this point, constantly holding my pee in to no avail.
"Emily please...let me pee."
"Hmmmm...NAHHHH." Her laugh annoyed me at this point. I wanted to just push her off the seat and let out my warm piss, but I'll lose Emily as my one and only friend and be a complete loner. And her being my roommate makes things super awkward. Why did this happen? Why was my mouth so big?!
"Alright, I'm done. Let's get in the pool!" She dragged me out of the cubicle and out to the swimming pool, pushing me into it as she let out a loud cackle. My pee lost control slightly and hissed out of my pussy, showing up brightly in the pool water. Thankfully it wasnt noticed, so I swam away as quick as possible.
Through the lesson, I squirmed and held my pee hole in the water, watching Emily giggle and whisper to her friend next to her. It hurt. It really hurt. My eyes began to tear up as I realised I'd have to lose my only friend and being the school loner again. Pee dripped out in between my fingers one by one, making it almost impossible to hold.
Eventually, the whistle was blown and the instructor told us to go get changed. I was done. I didnt even care at this point. As I climbed out of the pool, my pee began to spill and I left tiny pools of piss on the floor behind me. I plopped my ass down on a sink a pulled my swimsuit to one side, moaning loudly and letting out a jet of piss. The entire room of girls stood in shock but I didn't care, I just loved the relief. Emily laughed away, keeping her eyes on my pussy as it let out the remainder of my pee. Everyone eventually continued to get changed, but stared as I got down and walked to my cubicle. Humiliation wasn't the word.
"Ash...can't lie...that was fuckin hot. And either way I'd still be your friend, I just wanted to see you desperate to pee." She let out a hacking laughed as I realised I had just been tricked. Not funny but definitely clever.
(Pt 2, anyone? Potential revenge story on Emily???)
(UPDATE: PT.2 is in the comments!)
Edited June 4 by Ashlovesomo
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A few weeks went by and everyone seemed to forget about everything. Emily and me were still friends but I spited her as she started becoming friends with the popular kids and I was left behind. I knew I had to get back at her. What better way than to humiliate her infront of her little buddies?
As I waited patiently with the bathroom key on the end of my bed, Emily came running in with her hand in her crotch.
"Wooo that was a long ass lecture. I needa pee JETS right now."
"Yeah, no. You ain't getting away so easily."
"Ashley, why is the door locked. Please unlock it, I really need to pee!" I stood infront of her, twidling the keys in my hand as Emily bounced on the spot with her hands in her crotch. Good. She felt exactly as I felt before. Sweet revenge.
"I want you to feel exactly what I felt when you humiliated me. So you're gonna hold your pee until tomorrow, too." Emily's eyes widened as her legs twisted and turned in an attempt to hold back her pee. Her face was contorted and her hands were squeezed in between her thighs. I could imagine the piss drops wanting to drip out from her pee hole but not being able to roll out into her perfectly pink panties.
"N-no. I'm not doing that. Ashley, please, no one talks about it anymore."
"If you use the toilet at all in the time or wet yourself, I'll tell your sweet, gullible friends about what you've been doing behind their backs. Mkay? Come on, let's go to lunch." I grabbed Emily's hand and led her out of our dorm room, feeling absolutely unstoppable. When people stared, I felt relieved that they weren't staring at me, but at Emily, who's hand was probably going numb from holding her crotch.
We got to our lunch table with our food and sat down. Emily sat across from me, doubled over in her seat and moaning quietly. She squirmed her ass around, bucking her hips with her hand pressed on her desperate pussy. I watched in pure bliss as I ate my salad and drinking my drink.
"Come on, buttercup. Drink up!" I sloshed her water bottle in her face and grinned. Emily moaned even louder, squirming noticeably and keeping her hands in her crotch. She grabbed her water and clenched it with pure desperation.
"Ash, please. I can't do this. I don't want to wet myself. I don't think I can-" Emily gasped. "Oh god, some just leaked out." She showed me her golf ball pee patch on her panties under the table before clasping her hands on her pussy again. Eventually the bell rang for our next classes, I led Emily out of the cafeteria and into the girls toilets, where I took her into the cubicle with me.
"Alright, I'm gonna pee real quick. Have a sit." Emily slid onto the floor and clenched her quivering pussy with her hands as she listened to my sweet relief. I finished up my long pee as Emily ran on the spot with her hands in between her legs. Beads of sweat collected on her contorted forehead.
"Art class next, Em. I think we're doing life drawing next and I want you to be our pissy model." I giggled as I washed my hands for a lengthy time, giving Emily a chance to hear water fall just like I had to subject to. Watching her wiggle around on the spot and bounce up and down in the mirror was super satisfying. Sweet revenge.
We walked into our art class with a podium in the middle of all of our canvases. I knew exactly what was going to happen and was so ready to humiliate Emily even more than I was. What made this better?
"Alright class, a little bit of an R rated lesson. We're going to be painting live models except they're going to strip completely naked. This lesson will help you to capture your particular model in all their glory. Now, who would like to consent to becoming our beautiful model?" I raised Emily's available hand and the teacher nodded towards us. "Em? You want to do it?" I kicked Emily in the leg, forcing her to participate. Boy, was this gonna be fun!
Emily stripped her clothing with great difficulty behind the cover in the classroom, but seeing her silhouette was just as fun. Watching her grab her crotch whilst wriggling around on her the spit and bucking her hips up and down was nothing short of satisfying. I couldn't wait for the live drawing.
Emily sat on the podium, completely stripped naked. She wriggled her naked ass around the podium seat with a crotch on her hand, but after carefully watching her pussy, I could see more piss drops rolling around. Her face contorted to a beautiful level, I could only dream of what she would look like when wetting herself infront of our entire class.
"Em, could you move your hand to your knee, please, Sweetie? Thank you." Emily hesitated but seemed to get a control on her pee hole and placed her hands delicately in her lap. Her hips were the only thing stopping her from pissing herself, but I could clearly see her lose control. I wanted to make her life so much more miserable so I asked our teacher for beach/whale sounds to play as we concentrated on painting every curve that Emily had. She agreed and began playing her Spotify playlist, which made Emily wriggle around slightly more quickly that before, wild eyes darting everywhere around the room.
"Ok Em, I'm gonna need you to stand up on the podium with your hands flat on your legs, please?"
"R-really? Um...okay, yeah, sure." Emily looked upset with how things were turning out and that really did put a smile on my face. Emily's hands slowly drifted towards her crotch, but she quickly snapped them back to position when our teacher looked up from her canvas. Emily wrapped her legs around each other to stop her quivering pussy from releasing her hot piss in class. I started getting impatient with the results of her desperation until I noticed a few drops of pee escape from her pee hole, rolling down her legs slowly. Water crashing sounds with no clothes and a pee hole a few seconds away from bursting open with a jet of piss can only mean disaster. And I was glad.
Emily squirmed and bounced, grabbing everyone's attention. Eventually, she gave up and held her beautiful pussy in her hands. Everyone started finishing up their drawings until...
A gasp from Emily.
A loud short hiss.
The sound of Emily's legs clamping together and hands clasping onto her pussy.
She was about to lose it.
"Oh god...oh miss...I'm sorry I gotta go I-" Emily's piss began hissing out of her pussy. She ran to the sink in the corner as her pee splashed out of her and onto the floor, leaving a wobbly trail as she ran with desperation. Emily only managed to get a small fraction of her pee in the sink, holding up her pussy in a V shape to direct the remainder of her stream. Everyone stopped and stared with gaping mouths.
It was hot. And there was still not a single thing I needed to tell her friends. I just wanted her to feel EXACTLY like I felt. And I bet she fucking did.
(Hope y'all enjoyed!!!! Another part? Or new series?) |
Me and Emily called a truce and we have been pretty close every since. Anything about peeing has been an inside joke to us and we take those things pretty well. But we're still competitive.
As we sat in our dorm room in our free period, both of our legs began to cross and our asses started to wiggle in our seats. We couldn't use our bathroom in our dorm as it seemed to be broken, which made things a LOT more difficult.
"Damn I need to pee. When are they gonna come fix our toilet?" Emily asked.
"I dunno, but I'm gonna need a bathroom break soon."
"But the nearest toilets are across campus, man. I don't think I can trek that long."
"Welp, guess we need to hold it then." I said, snarkly. Me and Em looked at each other with a smirk, knowing exactly what to do. I began to hold my crotch tightly with one hand, wriggling around in my desk chair. Emily, on the other hand, bounced up and down while sat down on her bed, both hands dug in-between her legs. I could see our desperation growing and realised how fun it would be if we both held our pee until one bursts.
"Last one standing? See how long we can hold our piss for? We've embarrassed ourselves enough, so why not?" Emily giggled. I agreed to her idea and we carried on with our projects in sweet silence.
As I began writing more, I noticed a few drops of piss leaking into my panties, so I opted for a heel pressed against my pee hole. It managed to hold my pee from leaking, but I couldn't work without wriggling around and pressing my hand to my crotch every now and again. Out of curiosity, I turned around to see Emily doubled over in her desk chair, hands dug into her crotch. I could only imagine her aching pussy as pee threatened to spill out, her panties were most likely drenched by the look of her desperation compared to mine.
Eventually, a few hours went past and we were bouncing around in our room, taking it in turns to stand up and wiggle on the spot, our legs crossed tightly around each other like pretzels. I sat down after a few minutes of stand wriggling and let Emily do the same, except her wriggling was more of a frenzied bounce around our room, with her hands dug in between her thighs. I could see her fingers pressing against her hole. Suddenly, Emily gasped and looked down.
"Oh god..." A massive 5 second jet of piss came shooting out of her aching pussy and dribbled down her exposed legs, causing her pjama shorts to become drenched "Oh no, I think I'm gonna wet myself, Ash."
I giggled as I realised I could win and be able to relieve myself in our plant pot instead of having the horrible fate of wetting myself once again. That was until a singular jet of pee leaked out through my fingers and onto my desk chair. I looked down then back up at Emily in horror. We both clamped our hands in our crotches, wondering when our toilet would be fixed. This wasn't a good idea...
30 minutes went by and a knock on our door caused us to jump.
"Hey ladies, sorry I'm late, I've come to fix your bathroom." A tall, chubby guy came into our dorm room with a tool box. Relief wasn't the word. We nodded him into our bathroom and let him do his thing.
"Oh thank fuck, now we might be able to end this challenge and go for a huge piss." Emily sighed.
"I agree with that."
Eventually, both of our situations reached maximum levels and we were both doubled over, moaning quietly to ourselves with only our hands stopping our large, hot streams of pee from shooting out of our pee holes. Emily put her heel against her pee hole and bounced around on the floor. I opted for wriggling my hips side to side and wrapping my legs so my pee hole wouldn't release anything.
"Oh god, I- I cant do it. I think I'm gonna-" Emily ran over to our large plant pot in the corner and squatted, releasing her pee before she could even get her panties to one side. Hearing her pee squirt out of her aching piss hole didn't help, but I'm glad I won our little game. Emily's stream came to an end and she sighed with relief. I was still left with a mostly full bladder and soaked panties from previous leaking.
"Welp, I lost. But I'm glad I can chillax now. You still have to wait heh." Emily was right. The toilet was far from fixed and running to the other side of campus would result in a humiliating wetting infront of our entire school. The thought of this made me leak some more, which made my hands cup around my pussy more.
"Oh god, I cant hold it anymore, Em. Can ya find me a bottle to piss i-in or something?" My contorted face made Emily worry, so she began to scramble around our room as I was stuck in one spot, restricting my hands to my crotch and my legs wrapped around each other. Eventually, Emily found a small rectangular container and held it out to me. I couldn't grab it. I'd leak everywhere.
"C-can you help me, Em..?"
"O-oh uh, you mean- yeah sure." Emily walked behind me and awkwardly started to work around my hands to pull my panties down. I began to leak before my panties were pulled down, which required me to clamp my legs together. Emily reassured me that I needed to let go and that was the last thing I heard, before leaning my weight on her and releasing my hot piss into the container. It was too relieving, I could only moan loudly and close my eyes, as Emily rested her head on my shoulder.
We didn't even realise the toilet guy standing in our room with his toll box in hand, signalling our toilet was fixed. Embarrassing. But still relieving.
(This is the last part of Punished, so I'll no longer be working on this story and will move on to different stories. I may still use the characters but not in this exact story!
Also I hope Babedut123 and Heloctre enjoy this, as I decided to mash both of their suggestions into this story! Have a great day and happy reading!) |
Well, It's been a while since I've written a story. It's been a while since I've been on this website too. But I think you guys would like to take a look at something I've recently started writing.
Basically, I was browsing Twitter late at night, when I saw a youtube video (this is the link, btw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZqJqZO9Ftg) video where a bunch of Japanese idols (???) were walking around an urban area and challenging each other to drink at every vending machine they saw. While nothing special happened apart from a pitiful bladder bulge, I still found myself in google docs thirty minutes later drinking tea, filling my bladder, and typing up a storm.
I'll give you a brief rundown of each main character before we start since the outfits and appearances and outfits I give them are very important to understanding the story, but if you want their personality and bladder capabilities to be revealed, well... no spoilers! you have to stick around and read.
Kayla Carson: She’s Caucasian, 5’8 with a thin waist and wide hips. She's wearing a pair of white khakis with a high waist, as well as a white lacy bra and a long-sleeved light blue transparent top over it. She also wears a comfortable pair of sneakers, with light blue socks to match her top. Her hair is about waist length, thick, and wavy, and a rich brunette.
Fun Fact: she does not own a car purely by choice, she insists on walking absolutely everywhere and will make the friend group come with her if possible.
Lilith Pham: She’s Asian, 5’4 but is wearing platforms that propel her a whole eight inches. Her hair is as deep black as it gets, and perfectly straight down to her knees. Despite this, it somehow manages to look like a mess. Not unclean, just unbothered by a brush. On purpose, of course. She wears a tiny plaid skirt that looks rather worn, as well as a functional floral lace corset. Her top isn’t a top, more like a tangled mess of ten differently-sized fishnets that all happened to fit like a shirt. She also is inseparable from a pair of thick shoulder-length leather gloves that she incorporates into every outfit she wears. Her face is always covered in a thick layer of goth makeup, she even purposefully cries every morning after she’s done applying it to ruin it because she insists it completes the look.
Fun Fact: She does makeup as a side hustle, but everyone's makeup in the group is free, which she insists on doing.
Grace Slater: Grace is Caucasian, 6'2 with absolutely glorious blonde hair that runs down to her knees and blue eyes. By some miracle, perhaps even every star in the universe aligning on the day of her birth, she has never failed at anything. The only true adjective to describe her is perfect. She is currently wearing a very short black tube dress that is quite thin and fits her like a second layer of skin. Her shoes are a pair of black 12cm stiletto heels.
Fun Fact: She has never gotten less than a hundred on anything in her two years of college so far, true to her strange life circumstances.
Destiny Mackenzie: Destiny resembles more of a reanimated corpse than anyone in any state of good health. She’s bone thin, her skin is ghoulishly pale, and the bags under her eyes resemble more of a bruise than anything most people would get from just a couple of all-nighters. Her skinniness is due to her metabolism, she eats quite a bit. Her paleness is a personal choice, she always goes out with an umbrella to shade herself. And the bags are just because she doesn’t sleep at all. She’s only 4’10 and combined with her petite features, her soft skin and softer, fluffy, messy grey hair, light face freckles, and deep jade eyes, she’s pretty cute. She wears a white long sleeve button-down shirt tucked into a monochrome plaid pleated skirt, as well as dark sheer pantyhose leggings and a pair of tiny Mary Janes that make a distinct click when she walks. She also has a little white fake flower in her hair, as well as a pair of intense glasses, since she is extremely nearsighted.
Fun Fact: Destiny has no fun facts, she really is just kind of a sad creature.
Joanna Joanna: Joanna is Hispanic but with more of a golden skin tone. She is wearing a loose white off-shoulder top tucked into a black flowy tennis skirt, a pair of white thigh-high stockings with little white bows on top, a pair of black suede wedge heels, and a corset underneath in secret that Lilith bought for her. Joanna is about 5'4 without her heels.
Fun Fact: Joanna's mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother were all named Joanna Joanna, with each child having that incorporated into their middle name. Joanna's full legal name is Joanna Joanna Joanna Joanna Joanna.
Without further adieu, I welcome you to my latest work. I'm working on a shot epilogue as a favor for a friend. Please, enjoy this, and if anything is wrong with it, tell me how I can do better.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s a long walk-”
“-Eight miles”
“-yes, and that’s like three hours, all through an urban district”
“Yeah, but that’s plenty of bathrooms, why hold it?”
“What other game can last three hours and be exciting?”
“Monopoly.”
“I’m not carrying a whole Monopoly game with us everywhere we go.”
“Uh huh, well it’s not like I have my blad- oh.” Interrupted Grace.
“Well, like, why are we just gonna hold it?”
“What's wrong with holding your pee?”
“It’s uncomfortable.”
“Same for the rest of us.”
“Yeah, but what if someone has a bigger bladder?”
“Okay, okay, look–”
“I just don't see-”
“--Hold on, hold on, the goal is simple. Make it there. At every vending machine we pass, we get two drinks. We roll a die twice, and the two numbers it lands on are the two people who have to drink. And nobody gets to keep walking until they finish.”
“That’s just torture!”
“No, I'm in on this. It seems fun, "said Lilith.
“How?”
“Grace is too, I’ll tell you how. Have you ever been out with friends and one of them is like, on the verge of pissing their pants?”
“Yeah, wasn’t it Joanna?”
Joanna looked appalled. “Are you talking about the coffee shop?!”
“MHM! MHM! Yes! The coffee shop! Remember how it was really funny cause you couldn’t stand up straight and were stumbling around? It’s like you were drunk.”
“I guess so..”
“No! Don’t remind me! I had two whole exams that day and the coffee shop one was out of order!”
“How’d you drink all that coffee and still get home?”
“I didn’t, I stopped at a Subway or something after we split.”
“Yeah, it was really-
“Only time I've ever used a public toilet in my LIFE.”
“-it was really funny, even Joanna was laughing.”
“I was nervous!”
“Like, laughing a lot.”
“I was really nervous..”
“Was it funny, though?”
“Like, my situation?”
“Yeah.
“A little, I guess.”
“Uh huh, see? What Kay is saying is that if we were all holding it, it would be really fun because we are all in an embarrassing situation together. If you have to pee, it’s awkward. But if all six of us do..”
“Lilith gets my point to a tee. I’m the founder of this little game so I’m obviously in. Lilith’s in, and Grace is too... Joanna?
Joanna looked away from everyone and covered her mouth with her hand. Her face was flushing into a faint pink. ”Sure, I guess..”
“What about Destiny?” asked Kayla. Destiny stared blankly into the distance, her pupils adjusted as she regained focus when her name was mentioned.
“Are you gonna play, Destiny? Did you hear the rules?” Beckoned Kayla.
“Yeah, I just… spaced out when you started arguing.”
“So?”
Destiny just nodded.
“Yay!”
Slowly, everyone turned their head to Alexis. “Hmph...” she grumbled, “I don’t really want to. It just seems… Weird.”
Silence fell upon the room.
Alexis looked around, everyone stared back. “I guess I should see myself out, then.”
Alexis left, slowly closing the door behind her without another word. The five remaining girls all looked back at each other. “We all like being a little weird, right?” Asked Grace.
“Alright, Hands in!” Kayla exclaimed.
Everyone put their hands in, first Kayla, then Lillith, Destiny, Joanna, and finally, Grace. Kayla gave a quick word of encouragement, “May we make it to the mall food court bathrooms with ease. Godspeed, sisters!”
“God, you’re corny,” Lilith mumbled
Kayla pushed her hand up from the bottom, which prompted the other five to throw their hands up as well.
“Let’s pee before we go, though, I wanna even the playing field.”
The girls all left the front door of Kayla’s apartment, bags in hand. They were all giggling amongst themselves, save for Destiny, who never laughed. They all collectively came to a stop in front of the elevator, Grace reached over to press the call button, but her hand was slapped away by Kayla. “What gives?” complained Grace.
“Well, would you guys consider the elevator a mode of transport?”
Kayla proposed an excellent question, everyone turned their heads to the staircase door right across the hall, A couple groaned in displeasure. “I’m wearing eight-inch platforms, Kayla.” Mentioned Lilith.
“Grace and I have heels on,” Joanna said, first pointing to Grace's twelve-centimeter stilettos, then her own twelve-centimeter wedges. “I think we’re gonna die if you make us walk down seven stories in these.”
“I’m fine with it.” Mumbled Destiny, twiddling her thumbs since she knew playing devil’s advocate would make everyone look at her.
Everyone looked at Destiny, she metaphorically shriveled up.
“Tell you what, let's make a compromise. You guys take the elevator and wait for us at the bottom, Destiny and I take the stairs.”
Lilith nodded, and Joanna pushed the call button. Kayla started towards the door, and Destiny followed closely. The two started down the steps, Kayla was in a hurry, but Destiny took her time. Kayla stopped at the bottom of the second flight, two flights making a floor. “Why are you going so slow?” She asked, her voice echoing through the stairwell.
“Why should I go fast?” Mumbled Destiny.
“Case it’s a race against the clock, It’s a race against your bladder, you gotta shave off every second!”
“Yeah, but we’re gonna be stopping at every vending machine, right? And staying there until whoever has to drink is done. That’s gonna take like five minutes at least per stop. Nobody wants to get sick from chugging, and especially later on, everyone’s gonna be sick of drinking anyway because we’re all gonna have to pee.”
“You’re only giving me more reasons to go faster since every second still counts.”
“The way I see it, what’re two minutes in a stairwell to an already three-hour walk with an additional five-to-ten tacked on every time we see a place to drink? It’s like a… a urinary deathbed, just gotta accept fate and let it happen. No point in delaying the inevitable... Or.. in- uhh... In this case, hurrying it… up.”
“Are you good?”
“Sorry, just trying to find the right words.”
Kayla continued to rush her way down the stairs, Destiny lost sight of her fairly quickly, before hearing the distinct sound of a metal door opening, the hissing of the hydraulic slow-close, and the clunk of it closing.
Four of the five ladies regrouped at the bottom. Joanna was staring off into the distance, a very mischievous grin on her pretty little face. Lilith was the first to remind the other two of Kayla’s presence. “Christ, that was fast.” She said. “Where's Destiny?”
“Taking her sweet time, said it doesn't matter if she's slow at stairs because we’ll all pee our pants anyway... Something like that”
“She’s not THAT glass-half-empty,” Replied Grace.
“Not half-full either”
“Just half!” Lilith said, much to Grace and Kayla’s amusement.
The stairwell door slowly creaked open, and Destiny emerged from behind it, clearly struggling to open it even with all of her strength. “Hey guys,” She whispered.
“How was the stairwell, Des?” Asked Lilith
“Alright, I guess... What does Joanna find so funny?”
Everyone turned to Joanna, taking notice of her still unbroken grin. They followed her face and saw that she was facing right at a vending machine. Kayla rubbed her chin. “Huh, I didn’t even notice I had one here.” She pondered. “Well, let’s go.”
Kayla motioned everyone to follow, and the group all made their way to the machine, upon closer inspection, they could see what it had to offer. Cans of soft drinks, some half-sized water bottles, and red and blue half-sized sports drinks. Everyone stared silently, then turned their heads to Kayla. “Well, you came up with the game, what’s the move?” Asked Joanna.
Kayla stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out six post-its. She discarded the one on top, It was meant for Alexis. “Alright guys, put this somewhere where you can’t lose it.” She announced.
Kayla folded her one and put it in her pants’ watch pocket. Lilith put her two in her bra, Grace put her three in her handbag, Destiny put her four in her shirt pocket, and Joanna put her five in the back of her clear phone case. Kayla looked at the group with satisfaction. “Well, now I’ll just ask Simon to pick two numbers, and you two will buy your drink, and you can’t leave this lobby till it’s done! Both of you.”
Everyone nodded and looked at each other then back at the machine. “Oh, and everyone’s first drink has to be a sweet one, -y’know- since sugar gets the fluids pumping. After that, It’s just water.”
Joanna burst out in laughter, “Oh my god, I’m so nervous I already feel like I'm gonna pee..” Her face turned pink, she covered her mouth with both her hands and her phone. Through the way her eyes scrunched up, it was clear to tell she was still grinning like a maniac. “I dunno, I'm excited..” she giggled.
Grace turned to Joanna “Stay strong, we haven't even done a tenth of a mile yet, still got another ninety-nine point three-seven-five percent to go.”
“That’s a long walk!” Joanna chuckled, “Wait- what if Simon says the same number twice? Do I have to drink two drinks?”
Kayla shook her head “That would be insane.” she responded with a giggle, she then held her phone to her mouth. “Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“I pick four.”
Destiny immediately stepped forward to the machine, pulled out her card, reached up, and tapped it against the reader.
“Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“I pick three”
“Ssshit! Fuck!” complained Grace, “I was not expecting that already... Fuck, now I’m nervous.”
Destiny stood up with a little bottle of blue sports drink, cracked it open, and got to swigging. Grace stepped up and tapped her card, typing in the number for a sugar-free ginger ale, which was soon dispensed.
“Okay, okay… Now I’m fine. Since they drank instead of me.” Said Joanna, flapping her hands as if she was drying them off.
Lilith turned to Joanna “Geez, if you’re having this much fun already, you should wait until two hours later or something, you’ll be having the time of your life.”
“I dunno it’s just so… exciting! So high stakes, are you gonna risk public embarrassment, or a UTI? Either-or!” She burst into laughter once again.
Grace took a break from sipping her can, “Now let's not look too far ahead, don’t want to get antsy.”
Lilith brushed her hair aside exaggeratedly as if she was daydreaming, “I dunno, my demise by public humiliation sounds pretty hot…”
Grace stopped mid-sip, pushing the soda to one cheek to make room for speech, “Yurr shuch a whore, Liliph.”
Lilith made suggestive motions with one hand on her cleavage, and the other pressing her skirt into her crotch, all while striking a pose. “I know~...”
Destiny walked over to a nearby bin and dropped in her bottle before returning to the group. Grace finished her can as soon as Destiny came back, and opted to just toss it from a distance. It bounced off the lip of the trash, hit the wall behind it, fell into the leaves of a potted plant beside it, then slid off into it. “Trickshot.”
The five of them all left the front doors of the apartment complex and into the hustle and bustle of the city streets. They all grouped as they walked down the sidewalk, all but Kayla’s shoes clicked loudly with each step. “Oh, and one more thing.” Mentioned Kayla, “If we see another vending machine on like, the other side of the road, that’s a no-go. Crossing the road takes too much time.”
“We’re already ten minutes behind schedule, thanks to the stairs and the first drink.” Said Grace.
“Yeah, besides I think we’d pee our pants pretty quick if we went to every single one we saw,” Lilith added.
“We’d probably die from overhydrating,” Grace replied.
“Aren’t you a biology major though? I think you’d know not to do this, right?”
“Oh yeah, you could get infections, ruin your bladder muscles, kidney stones, kidney damage, hell, your bladder could explode inside of you, that’s gonna cause septic shock-“
“I don’t care.” Lilith interrupted,
“Me neither.” Replied Grace with a giggle.
“I don’t think any of us do.” Said Kayla, “Do we?”
“Not one bit!” Shouted Joanna, who struck a cute Jpop idol pose.
Destiny just shook her head. Joanna jumped up and down and shook her hands, squealing. “Eeeeee! I’m so excited!”
Kayla just looked down, wondering to herself if Joanna’s hyperactivity would persist as time went on. The group all stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the little blue man to appear on the post across the street. Grace held up her hand, looking at her nails. “I think I should paint my nails, probably black to match this dress.” She said.
“I don’t see the point in that, not unless you’re gonna wear the dress or something like it every day” Kayla replied
“That’s the thing, I have two of these, and I. Fucking. Love it. Plus, they’re not expensive. I bought a bunch more on Sahara.” Grace interrupted herself with a little giggle, “I’m gonna be like Destiny, just owning a dozen of the same outfit.”
Destiny looked down at her shirt, and her shoes, then lifted her skirt a little to see the pattern. Yep, it was pattern-y. Kayla looked closer at Grace's nails. They weren’t painted or polished, but they were perfect, a lot like Grace. “Yknow, I dunno if painting your nails black would be the right move, it’s a little emo. I would-“
“Yknow what would look a billion times better?” Lilith interrupted.
Grace looked down at her nails one more time. “What?”
“You should get long gloves like mine.”
Grace looked over at Lilith’s gloves. “Well, not leather like mine. It’s a science, your dress looks thin, like you stretch it to put it on, right?”
“I guess…” Grace laughed a little “When I take it off it looks like a really long sock.”
“Right, so naturally, your gloves need to be the same material. If it fits you really tightly the same way your dress does, you go from being some pretty little blonde girl to being a James Bond lady who poisons martinis and beats up French guys. Look at Joanna’s socks.”
Everyone turned their attention to Joanna’s exquisite thighs in equally exquisite thigh highs. She struck another Jpop pose in response, nearly falling over as her ankle buckled from under her. “If you get socks like hers that stop riiiight before the dress starts, minus the little bow ties up top, and in black, of course- combine it with the gloves and I think people might just have a heart attack when they see you.”
The crosswalk light changed to the blue guy. As they all walked across, Grace looked down at her arms and legs, both bare-skinned and without tight black stretchy fabrics over them. “Send me a Sahara link to the gloves and the thigh-high stockings, I’ll get a pair of each, and if it looks good I’ll get a pair of each for every dress I have.”
“Then you’ll really be like Destiny,” Kayla added.
Destiny looked back down at her outfit. “Is it really that bad?” She asked quietly.
All the others collectively went “Awww!” at her question, and grouped around her, praising her outfit and apologizing for the terrible crime Kayla just committed. “I know she didn’t mean it in a bad way… I was just joking.” She muttered between being smothered in love and hugs
Eventually, the group stopped comforting Destiny and continued on their merry way. It was a short while before they were interrupted by Joanna snapping her fingers and whistling, pointing off to the distance. The group all followed her finger and spotted a vending machine beside a gas station. “Awesome, let’s go.” Said Kayla.
They all crowded around the machine. This one didn’t have a clear front end, but the choices seemed the same. Sodas, canned tea, and sparkling water, strangely enough. Kayla put her phone back up to her face, the girls all giggled nervously as they awaited who would have to start their journey to hell on this second stop. “Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“One.”
“Damn it… Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“Five.”
Joanna immediately doubled over, forking both her hands into her crotch. “NO! Oh my god, I'm so nervous… I’m gonna pee myself, holy crap…” She complained.
“Calm down, just one drink and you haven't even had it yet. You probably only have to pee because you're excited.” Grace explained.
“You're right! It's all in my silly tiny brain, not real.” Joanna replied, laughing as she stood up and clenched her fists at her sides.
Kayla tossed her can of iced tea in a bin beside the machine, everyone's attention turned to Joanna. She opened up her handbag, pulled out a dollar, inserted it into the machine, and selected the same iced tea as Kayla. Everyone watched as she silently picked it up, cracked it open, and started downing it in one go. When she finished, she dropped it in the trash bin. Kayla smiled, glad that everything was chugging along smoothly. “Well, let's keep going!”
Everyone departed from the gas station parking lot, they had only made it half a mile from the apartment building, at least according to Kayla’s phone, and still had seven and a half to go. They had already had a drink for almost everyone, save Lilith. Everyone still laughed and joked about how fun, exciting, and embarrassing the next few hours would be as they walked, though the conversation did still stick to some more normal topics as time went on. The drinks were recent, and nobody had announced that they needed to pee yet, so it was smooth sailing. Surprisingly, they hadn't seen another vending machine for another half mile, but good times don’t always last.
“Guys, over there.” Said Grace, pointing further down the sidewalk.
Kayla looked down the street, “Another one?” She asked.
Grace nodded, as the girls approached the storefront, the girls could see that right beside it was another machine from a competing brand. Lilith decided to bring this up first. “Well, what do we do now?”
Kayla opened her phone. “Well, we play the game for both of them.”
“Does the no doubles rule still apply?” Joanna asked.
“No, it’s per stop, not per machine. If I got rolled twice for the first machine, it wouldn't count. If I got rolled once for the first machine and once for the other, I have to drink twice.”
“Geez, I hope we don't encounter a lot of these.” Added Lilith.
“Right? Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“Two.”
Lilith pulled her paper from her bra and flinched a little reading the number. Alas, she walked up to the machine and inserted some cash. Kayla opened Simon again, “Hey Simon, pick a number between one and five.”
“Two.”
“Whoopsies, pick a number between one and five.”
“Two”
“Jesus, I'm tired of saying it, I'll just..”
Kayla went to the internet and asked it to pick the number.
“It says three.”
Grace sighed and lined up behind Lilith. “I'm doing water from now on, right?”
Kayla nodded and pressed the button to re-roll the numbers. “For the other machine, we have four, and… me.”
Destiny walked up to the machine and tapped her card. Kayla lined up behind her. Joanna put one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead in an L shape. “I hope you guys have strong bladders, 'cause you guys are gonna looose!~” she taunted.
Grace turned to Joanna and just shook her head, giggling at the comedy of her confidence. After Lilith finished her drink, Grace stepped up to buy hers. Beside them, Destiny picked up her water, holding it with both of her little hands. As Kayla purchased her drink, she silently wondered if Destiny’s tiny overall size would affect the size of her bladder. She didn't seem nervous though, nor did she mention any desire to pee. That didn't mean anything though, because seeing Destiny display an emotion of any kind was a miracle. Kayla finished downing the mini-bottle of water and tossed it into the bin. Grace showed Kayla her empty bottle. “Yeah, you drank it, nice job,” Kayla mumbled as she started walking.
“No, look, the amount of water in there. We should keep tabs on how much everyone has had to drink.” Grace explained.
Kayla’s face lit up. “That's a good idea! I really should've thought of that.”
“Well, you're lucky because…” Grace swiped through her phone and opened the notes app. “I've already got that all down.”
intake
Kay1 592ml
Lil2 355ml
Gra3 592ml
Des4 592ml
Joa5 355ml
“The average female bladder capacity is around half a liter, and the average pee is around a quarter of a liter to two-fifths of one. Three of us have already exceeded that in drinking alone. Isn't that fun?”
Kayla looked at Grace with a smug, sarcastic expression, “At first I questioned why you knew all of this, but then I remembered that you are the biggest human body nerd in the entire world.”
“There's data and information everywhere, Kayla. I'm going to learn and read every last bit of it, even if it means doing what we’re doing right now.”
Lilith butted in, “You'd think the blonde hair and blue eyes would drain any brain capacity from her head, but Jesus she's a fucking geek.”
“The only way I could look so pretty is by knowing every last thing there is to know about myself, so I can perfect it.”
“And you still need my fashion advice?”
“My biology means I could look better nude than in any clothes. I guess you could see this thing as like, a big black censored bar across my torso.” She said, pinching pulling the stretchy material of the dress, and letting it go with an elastic slap.
“Yeah, you’re too hot for a bookworm, I'll give you that.”
Grace gave a smug look at Lilith and flipped her hair in an equally smug fashion. “Thank you very much!”
“And you called me the whore…”
“Hate to interrupt, but there's already another machine ahead.” Mentioned Kayla.
The group looked up front, Kayla wasn't bluffing. They approached the next machine only mere minutes after the last one. They all crowded around it, and Kayla opened her phone once more to roll the numbers. “Five,” said Kayla.
Joanna pouted and dropped her arms, “Oohhh... I don't wanna drink more.”
Lilith raised an eyebrow, “do you have to pee yet?”
“No, but later on I'm going to, especially if I drink more…” she said before pouring and weeping some more. Though she perked up almost instantly as she inserted cash into the machine. She struck another cute pose. “But it's all just a fun little game, we’ll all be embarrassed together!”
Kayla waited for Joanna’s water to be picked up, as soon as she grabbed it, Kayla read the next number.
“Three”
“Jesus!” Exclaimed Grace, shocked.
“Wow!” Lilith cheered, golf clapping her hands sarcastically, “what about you, do you have to pee yet?”
Grace laughed, her perfection-ness reeked extra hard that time. “A little, but it's not anything I'd like, go to the bathroom for yet.”
“Maybe you can use your biology science wizardry to hold it better than the rest of us.” Joked Lilith.
Grace doubled over laughing even harder, subconsciously placing the palm of her hand over the end of her dress, right where her crotch was. When she got up, she pulled her dress down, since her bending caused it to ride up. It only went down a little below her unmentionables, the slightest disturbance made her underwear visible to the greater world. Grace paid for her drink and logged her and Joanna’s milliliters in the notes app, obviously doing the math in her head. When they both finished, the girls all continued walking. The next mile would be easy, but also difficult. Up ahead was a mile-long bridge over a river that separates the city they lived in in two. The easy part was that this bridge meant no more drinking for a good mile, the hard part was that waking up a half-mile incline would definitely start to put their kidneys to work, pumping plenty of fresh, hot urine into their bladders on this cold autumn afternoon. This wasn't even to mention that the sidewalk, like most, was poorly maintained, and two of the women were wearing heels, one in platforms. Speaking of which…
“God, I can't feel my legs anymore.” Grace complained, “It's cold, we’re like five-hundred feet off the ground over even colder water, it's windy, my feet, ankles, and everything below my hips can't decide whether it’s numb or in pain, and I have to pee.”
“Ugh. I can say the same here for everything. I'm in a...” Joanna stopped and struck a pose. “Lot!” Another pose, “Of!” One last pose, “Pain!”
Since her last pose was on one foot, her leg almost buckled in again, but she regained her composure. Everyone had stopped to watch her, and Kayla chimed in too. “I could kind of go, but not really.”
Lilith nodded “I'm with Kayla on this.”
“Yeah, well you guys had less to drink than me,” Grace replied.
“Not Joanna though, I've had just as much as her. Lilith hasn't.”
Lilith shrugged, “Everyone’s bladder is a little different.”
Joanna’s face scrunched into a pained expression. She bobbed in place a little while balling her fists up at her sides. “Why are we just standing here?! We’re not even halfway to the top of the bridge! My legs really really hurt and I have to pee!” She whined.
Everyone got her point, they all turned away from each other and continued scaling the bridge. A guardrail separated them from the highway traffic, but the wakes of frequent passing trucks still caused powerful gusts of wind that almost knocked everyone over each time it happened, but everyone still pushed on. Eventually, they crested the top of the bridge, and Joanna did a cute little victory dance to celebrate.
“Why are you so hyper? Aren't you hurting a lot right now?” Asked Grace, effectively reading everyone's mind.
In response, Joanna struck yet another pose. “Because pain is beauty, and beauty is pain! My adrenaline is pumping, I'm in a lot of beauty, and I'm looking really painful!”
Grace turned to Kayla and Lilith, “is she okay in the head? You knew her before I did.”
Kayla shook her head, “She was insane when I met her, and she's only gotten worse since.”
After Kayla's short comment, the group turned back to Joanna, who was silently weeping to herself, complaining about how cold it was and how she had to pee. “Do you even have to pee that bad?” Asked Lilith
Joanna immediately stopped crying, her teary eyes almost instantly dried up, “No, it’s not bad at all, it's just all the other stuff, like the weather”
“My dress is perfectly even with my crotch, and it's really thin. Not only is the cold air going under it, but it's also going right through it too. You've got a baggy top and stockings on, as well as closed shoes, I don't think you have as much room to complain as me.” Grace explained, crossing her arms more out of necessity than anger. “If we’re walking home tonight too, I'm really gonna regret this dress.”
“We are,” Kayla replied with clenched teeth.
Grace looked like she had just been punched in the chest like she was suffocating and holding back tears at the same time. “Maybe it won't be that cold...” she muttered.
“We’ve been standing still again!” Lilith loudly complained.
The girls quickly shut up, and all started the much easier, much faster way down the bridge. When they reached the other side of the river, the sidewalk took them down off the highway as it broke off from the route to the mall, the walk would pass through a waterfront urban district before meeting up with a parkway that leads straight to the mall according to Kayla’s phone. The girls all struggled to walk down the poorly maintained stairs but were in pure bliss when they reached the bougie, well-kept sidewalks of this waterfront district. Not that Lilith’s, Grace’s, and Joanna’s legs would hurt any less. At first, the streets were full of upscale diners, the girls joked about going into each diner and ordering a drink, but their joking ended when they reached another gas station.
“Fuck… Already?” Grace muttered nervously.
“Why so nervous?” Asked Kayla. “You've had three drinks, I'm sure luck will be on your side this time.”
“Don't jinx it, stupid.”
“Someone's getting a little agitated by their bladder.”
“And my heels.”
“And their heels.”
“And the cold.”
“And the cold.”
The group arrived in front of the machine, but before they could crowd around it, Kayla spoke up, “Guys, before I roll the numbers, I just wanted to say... There are another two machines right there.”
Kayla pointed across an intersection to another gas station with a pair of vending machines sitting right out front. All the girls except for Destiny looked a little frightened by its presence. “Anyways, the internet says… Four and one.”
Destiny stepped up to the machine and bought her drink. She cracked it open and looked down the mouth of the bottle a little as the water wobbled around from being moved. It reminded her of something. She closed her eyes and chugged back the bottle. Maybe if she didn't see herself drinking it, it was never consumed at all. Both she and Kayla finished theirs at the same time and took turns dropping their bottles in the trash. The girls crossed the street and lined up at the other machines soon after.
“Machine one is two and five”
“No! Ugh! I don’t want more!” Joanna loudly complained, before buying her next bottle and drinking it anyway, “Why can’t I just go already?!” She demanded rather furiously, before flipping immediately to laughter, “Wouldn’t it be really funny if I had to go super duper bad again like that one time in the coffee shop?”
Lilith stepped up and bought hers without any complaints. Grace stood behind Kayla with her legs crossed, kind of rotating side to side. “So, are you gonna read the next machines numbers?” She asked a clear note of anxiety in her voice.
“Not until the previous machine’s victims are done drinking.”
“Victims?”
“I feel like we are all kind of suffering at the hands of the vending machines, aren't we?”
“No, we are suffering because we chose not to use the bathroom until we reach the mall.” Grumbled Grace, her voice a little quivery.
“Lighten up a little, this isn’t some pessimistic social experiment, this is a fun little game where we all humiliate ourselves because we are young and dumb. Guys, machine two is three and five.”
The group watched in real-time as Grace’s skin went from a perfect sun-kissed Caucasian to Destiny-colored. Lilith giggled, “Maybe you should have lightened up, then god wouldn't have smitten you with the curse of ‘pissus-yourus-selfus’”
Grace’s frightened expression was changed by this, her mouth morphed into a smile, and she even giggled a little, but her eyes looked like someone just told her the exact time and date she would die, and it wasn’t very far. “You’re right, that's actually pretty funny, Lil.” She said in a shaky attempt at mimicking her normal, warm, perfect voice.
Her skin had not regained its color.
While all of this had gone on, nobody had noticed how long it had taken for Destiny to drink her newly-purchased bottle. She had opened it but was stuck at the ‘looking down into the crystal clear pool of doom’ stage. She was waiting for the water to settle from being moved. Maybe, just maybe, if it moved less in the bottle, it would move less in her. If she left the cap open for just another second, all of the water would magically evaporate and she wouldn’t have to drink any. She closed her eyes so hard her ears started ringing, and chugged the bottle. She tossed it, turned around, and rejoined the group, gripping the front of her skirt with both her hands. Now that she could see, Grace was throwing away her bottle, and Joanna was crying actual tears, ruining her makeup, before suddenly switching back to laughter, and chugging the bottle even faster than Destiny had. Lilith walked up closer to Joanna, “Do you want me to wipe off your makeup? It’s all destroyed from your crying now.”
Joanna pushed Lilith's hand away and shook her head. “No, no, I think the way you cry for your makeup is just the sexiest thing in the entire fucking universe, now I look like you.” She said warmly, with a whole-hearted grin.
Her expression quickly changed to a look of struggle, she knifed both of her hands into her crotch with full force, stretching her tennis skirt to the point where it was riding up her behind. “I have to peee…” she groaned.
Lilith was a little concerned with Joanna’s erratic behavior, but the circumstances at hand were pretty unique, so she didn’t question it further.
“Shall we get moving?” Inquired Kayla.
The group peeled away from the machines all at once. And continued towards the mall.at this point, Kayla’s phone was saying that they were already two-thirds of the way there, from here, it was just a straight shot through Walker’s Park and the pedestrian skyway that passed over the freeway. Walker’s Park was an extension of the sidewalk that broke off from the main road a little, twisting through shrubbery, lakes, and various other pretty things. It would be fine for them though, since the park had no spots to stop your car. It was made for people who already happened to be walking through the area, like the girls. The Skyway was a pretty significant detour, it was the only way to cross the highway on foot since the sidewalk ended just before the main street bridge. It ran along the upper wall of the highway for about a quarter mile, before reaching a deviation in the highway, where a pedestrian bridge crossed over. The issue with Walker’s Park is the exact reason why people like it. Because it is built on the steep uphill of the city’s streets, it has multiple artificial lakes that each waterfall down into lower ones. The big problem with this for the girls is that rather than building a tunnel for the water to pass under the sidewalk, they simply let it run over the pavement. It’s not too high though, the water isn’t high enough to get in their shoes, it just flows around at the soles of them. Simply put, the sound of running water for over a mile of walking, plus the repeated stepping through little streams of running water would be a whole lot for these rapidly filling girls to handle.
“Walker’s Park? What’s that?” Asked Lilith, spotting the sign first from a distance.
Kayla stopped and began rapidly bobbing in place as she read the sign. When Lilith stopped, she rocked back and forth a little. When Grace stopped, she gripped the bottom of her dress, using her middle finger to press forcefully against her urethra. She also stepped side to side repeatedly, crossing her legs with each step. When Destiny stopped, she pushed the front of her skirt into her crotch and stood in place with her legs doubly crossed. When Joanna stopped, she grabbed herself from under her skirt and began repeatedly bending down and straightening up while breathing rather heavily, and periodically hopping in place. Kayla grabbed her phone from her pocket and took a second to look it up, crossing her legs as she impatiently waited for the results to show. “Walker’s Park is a linear park that replaced the Main Street 43rd to 46th stretch of sidewalk, the project was completed in 2003. It redirects foot traffic through a nature-filled, visually pleasing walk between multiple lakes and waterfalls. It even allows foot traffic to walk through shallow sections of the waterfalls without getting their feet wet, as the sidewalk goes through the water as opposed to over it.”
“Is it a dead end?” Asked Grace, her voice heavily struggling to maintain its usual angelic aura.
“No,” replied Kayla.
“Then hurry up!” Joanna viciously snapped, before letting out a cutesy giggle, “Or I'm gonna have a little accident under my skirt!~”
The girls all slowly began walking again, Kayla a little stiffer than usual, her thighs rubbing together a little. Lilith maintained a good walking posture, Grace with her legs firmly stuck together, her thighs and calves audibly sliding against each other, she fidgeted with her hair with one hand, the other rested against her thigh in case she needed to grab herself in an emergency. Destiny looked down and gripped the front of her skirt with force, her other hand fidgeting aimlessly. Her walk was also stiff, but slower. Joanna walked slightly hunched forward, one hand still pressed against her crotch, the other texting a friend about how badly she had to pee.
They all stiffened up significantly as they entered the park. The sound of calmly flowing water and the sight of waterfalls were beginning to make their bladders go mad. They crossed over a river crossing, and the sight of themselves stepping in coincidentally puddle-deep water was beginning to eat away at their sanity. Joanna was the first to speak up, “I think this may literally be the worst I’ve ever had to pee in my life. I’m not kidding.”
“Same here, I think what's happening to us is called Pavlov reflex,” Explained Grace, “You teach a dog to ring a bell for food by ringing a bell every time you give it food. It hears it and thinks ‘It’s food time’ So if it were to ring the bell, that must mean it’s food time. We hear splashing water when we pee, so this is our bladders saying ‘It’s pee time’ but with the fact that it’s also been pee time for like five miles now. We won't have to pee as bad once we make it out of this park.”
The girls stepped through another water flow, and while they couldn’t see it due to the tree shade, cloud shade, and the darkness of the early-setting autumn sun, Destiny’s face was presenting an actual, real emotion. Her face was scrunched up in a look of absolute struggle. Not only was this also the worst she’d ever had to pee, but it was like that tenfold. Since she just sits around at home all day, her needs are met the very minute they arise. She has never put off the bathroom longer than a day in SunDrop Plains, and she usually just pauses and goes before the in-game day is over anyway. This may have been twice as bad as Grace's worst time, Five times as bad as Joanna’s worst, but the number for Destiny’s ‘times as bad as my last fullest bladder’ meter was shooting up at light speed.
Each step became more difficult than the last, they were starting to struggle through this park. It couldn't possibly get worse until they rounded the next corner. In front of them lay a simple building. A public toilet. And beside it, two vending machines. Almost as if to mock their suffering, the nighttime lamps all turned on, with one being right over the vending machines, but the light over the women’s bathroom door was burnt out, only the men’s light remained lit. The warm lighting helped Grace look a little more perfect as she struggled to reach the machines. Nobody had even acknowledged their existence yet, but they all slowly crowded around them, knowing exactly what to do. Kayla looked down at her phone, she struggled to read it because her hands were shaking from a combination of the cold and her desperation. “For the first machine, two and… three.”
Lilith sighed, a little bothered by the fact that she’d have to drink more water in such a setting and situation. Grace didn't even try complaining. Any breath or energy used for her to complain would just be better used holding her pee. She watched as Lilith drank her bottle, the sight of it made her a little sick. This feeling only increased as she stepped up to the machine. Grace felt like she was going to vomit as she reached down for the drink. Not because she had over-drunk, but the physical exertion of walking up the steeply banked city streets was more than enough to constantly drain her stomach of fluids so there was always room for more. But because she feared that if she fails to hold it to the mall, this wouldn't be like failing an assignment. This would be failing her very own body, on a busy city street, in front of all her closest friends and countless strangers. Something she hasn't done since she was a baby.
Grace was not unique in this regard. Almost every other girl in the group was uncomfortably squirming, the same thoughts all running through their minds. The only minute difference was Destiny, who had peed herself in her sophomore year of high school when she got beaten up by a group of bullies. Despite that, she still feared the embarrassment. Someone didn’t, however. And they were reveling in the fact that everyone they passed on the sidewalk looked at them funny, Joanna was not-so-secretly having the time of her life. Something about the embarrassment of their current situation made her feel quite steamy on this chilly autumn afternoon.
Grace almost gagged taking the last swig of her water bottle. Her need to pee was bad enough already, and the bathrooms in plain view just a few steps away were making everyone’s bladder flips. She turned to Kayla with a shaky smile. “Well, who's next?”
“Sorry… I was looking at the bathrooms. Really distracting, huh?” She said.
the whole group looked towards the women's toilet when she mentioned them, “I'm sure we’re all strong-willed enough to push ourselves to the mall. The second machine is two and five.”
Lilith seemed a little hurt from having to drink two back-to-back, but the rules are the rules, and she wasn't losing the game. Joanna was losing her ability to complain, but her pee dancing as she downed her bottle was worth all of the complaints in the world about her full bladder. As they both finished their bottles and tossed them, the group silently agreed that they had to get moving quickly, and departed almost immediately at their slow, desperate pace. They continued to shuffle their way through the park, and just as Grace predicted, their needs subsided a little as they left the park, and went back out into the city streets. “Geez, that was pretty intense, huh?” Asked Kayla
The group all nervously nodded, their bladders too full to focus on a good conversation. Kayla continued to prod for a response, “So are we all still having fun? I hope you are.”
The girls half-heartedly nodded. The original concept was still fun but the state of matters right now was kind of diminishing the dopamine returns. It was like playing soccer, but your knee kind of hurt. One thing was certain though, none of them were going to back out. They had locked in and were all in fierce competition with each other, and everyone was determined to make it there or pop their bladders trying. “Guys, another machine up ahead.” The girls all looked up, finding it difficult to believe they had run into another so soon. It was as they approached that they wished they were just seeing things. Joanna, whose walk had devolved over time into a moving pee dance, was the first to point things out. “It's another pair..” she groaned between labored breaths.
The girls once again lined up silently, they had no room to complain when they had so much on their plate. Kayla pulled her phone out of her pocket, her hand shaking as she pressed the button to re-roll the numbers. “One and Three.”
Grace sighed, Lady Luck was not on her side today. She purchased her drink, and forced it down the hatch, then watched as Kayla did the same. When she stepped back and pulled out her phone again, she took a second to press her thighs together tightly and jump up and down, using her other hand to forcefully grab the crotch of her pants. She smiled a little at the comedy of her situation. “Geez, I have to pee so freakin’ bad, I dunno how you guys are doing it, I guess my bladder’s a little smaller…” She pulled her phone away from her pants and looked at the screen, pressing the re-roll button to see who had to drink next. “Three and Four.”
Grace’s skin somehow lost even more color than it already had, her streak of bad luck was just getting worse and worse. For just a split second, her face was in an expression of pure horror, but she adjusted it back to a disingenuous imitation of her warm, perfect smile. “I guess I’m just a little unlucky today…” she joked, with a very nervous giggle.
Destiny wasn’t doing much better, she watched as Grace drank, which reminded her of herself drinking. The flowing water in the bottle, as Grace sipped, reminded Destiny of the waterfalls in the park they had just passed through, which itself reminded her of her bathroom breaks at home that she took every half hour. She stepped up to purchase her drink, her mind racing, wondering if she would even make it to the mall. As the last drop of water was drunk, she started to feel dizzy from the stress of the whole situation. Of course, she still tried her hardest not to let it show, emotion of any kind is not a Destiny thing. Kayla straightened herself up from the little pee dance she was doing and motioned for the girls to continue following her up the sidewalk. They sluggishly squirmed their way up the steep city streets, the exertion of walking up steep embankments, some in high heels no less was not just draining them of their water, it was also making them a little thirsty, though the girls desperately didn't want to drink another drop. They only had a mile and a half left, and things were not looking bright. It was just as the group crested the very top of the hill, that Kayla saw something she never wanted to see.
Just to their right, in a nice big lot, stood a Green Foods store, with two vending machines in front of it, the thing that made this store especially awful was that the vending machines were water only, and they sold only regular-sized bottles. She stopped, and turned to the rest of the group, she took one hand from her crotch and said nothing while simply pointing at the machines. Lilith Groaned in defiance, before sighing in defeat, “Looks like four of us aren't going home dry tonight.” she muttered, before starting her way to the machines.
“Depends on the rolls.” Replied Kayla, trailing behind.
“I don't think I can fit another drop of water in me…” complained Grace, “I’ve had seven drinks in the past five hours. If that’s the brand I think it is, their bottles are five-hundred-ninety-one milliliters each. That's two-point-four-nine-three times the size of the ones we’ve been drinking.”
“How can you still do math like that?” Joanna asked, trying to break her past silence.
“I’m good at it.”
They all slowly arrived at the machine. Kayla’s shoes overlapped from how pigeon-toed her stance was. She was hunched over with both of her hands tightly gripping the crotch of her pants, and she bounced up and down rather quickly. Lilith had her legs crossed, her hands fidgeting with her skirt. Grace was slightly squatting and getting back up repeatedly, crossing her legs for a second whenever she got up. Both of her hands were gripping tightly at her nether regions, her middle fingers on top of each other both pressing against her urethra with significant force. Destiny was stepping side to side, both hands also tightly griping her crotch. She sometimes bent over forwards to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Joanna simply squatted down and pressed the back of her shoe’s wedge into her underwear, hoping the force of her entire body weight would be enough to seal her bladder shut for the time being. Kayla rolled the number again, “Four and five for the first machine.”
Joanna reached up to Destiny and held out her card. “Can you buy my drink for me? I can't get up.” She said, before laughing a little.
Destiny Bought Joanna’s drink first, who reached into the slot at the bottom to grab it before Destiny could. Destiny handed Joanna back her card. She then bought her drink, and once again just opened it, staring at the water inside it, all five-hundred-ninety-one milliliters of it. This was urinary suicide. And she was staring down the gun’s barrel. She was so focused on worrying about the drink that she had even stopped squirming. She only snapped out of her trance after Kayla stuck her hand in Destiny’s line of sight and snapped her fingers. “C’mon, we can’t start the next machine until both of you are done.”
Destiny looked down at Joanna, who was halfway done with her bottle. Destiny took a deep breath, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and preemptively gripped herself with her free hand. Bottoms up! The chugging felt like it was taking ages. Like the bottle just kept refilling itself whenever it got close to being empty, the thought that this bottle alone was more than the average female bladder size kept repeating in her head. Somehow, after what felt like a whole minute, the bottle ran dry. She could feel the upper half of her body thanking her for hydrating herself before the lower half began throwing up service lights and emergency alarms. Her bladder was beginning to feel the burn, it started sending these funny sensations throughout her abdomen and thighs. They weren't particularly pleasant, but they weren’t unpleasant either…
Kayla let out a sharp stressful sigh, before raising her phone and running the numbers again. “One, that’s me, yay… and three.”
Grace’s eyes welled up with tears, but she smiled brightly enough that people would focus more on her perfect smile rather than her crying, not that anyone could see her besides the girls. “I think I’m gonna fucking die…” She muttered quietly to Kayla, “Words cannot describe how badly I already have to pee.”
Kayla turned to Grace just as she finished chugging her bottle. “What’s wrong? Are you not having fun anymore? If you want to stop you can go inside and pee.”
Grace stopped halfway through her bottle to reply, “I'm having plenty of fun, it’s just difficult to realize- Hold on.” Grace held up a finger and quickly downed the rest of her water. “It’s difficult to realize- no- grasp that today would be not only my first time peeing myself since I was in diapers, but it would also be my first time losing in anything ever.”
The group began walking, very slowly to not disturb their bladders. “Don’t you do volleyball and chess? You’ve probably played hundreds of games, you’ve had to have lost some of them.”
Grace shook her head. “Nope. Do you know how every parent wants to raise their child to be perfect? Like an Olympic athlete and better than Einstein at the same time?”
Kayla nodded, and Grace continued “Most of those kids end up burnt out and depressed before they even leave 6th grade. I dunno how I did it, but, like, I’ve just never lost. Not at anything, ever, not even stuff I’ve never done before; Volleyball, Chess, Dodgeball, Track, Swimming, Beauty Peagants, Employee of the Month…”
“Wow.”
“It’s just… Turning my world upside down that I may just take my first loss ever in something as simple as a pee-holding contest.”
“Well, Your bladder is only as strong as your will to wait. I’d hate for you to lose, but I’m not going to give up and just give you the win.”
“I understand that. And I’m going to push to the very end to kick you guys’… urethras.” She joked, letting out a giggle.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a puppy whimpering. The girls all looked around curiously, before spotting that right behind them, Destiny was in a real situation. Her face was disfigured and red as a cherry, her thighs were tightly together, but she was standing pigeon-toed on the very tips of her mary-janes. Both her hands were gripping her nether region with all her strength. Slowly, she first fell to one knee, then let out a squeak before quickly covering her mouth and falling entirely to the ground. She squeezed shut both of her eyes and began to pant heavily through her cupped hand, tears streaming from her eyes. “Oh my god!” Shouted Grace, “Are you okay?”
The sudden rush made Grace entirely forget she had to pee. She ran over to Destiny and knelt down in front of her, Destiny took a second but nodded nevertheless. “I’m sorry, I’m fine, I didn't mean to cause a scene…”
Destiny couldn’t open her eyes, she’d have a heart attack if she saw everyone looking at her, which they were. The truth was, her initial whimpering was from a bladder spasm. She fell to her knees because the pain from it made her feel overwhelmingly in a certain way. Her loud outburst and her falling to the ground were because something else entirely happened, something she’d never admit to. The way she was sat on the ground, her undergarments were visible under her skirt, but her hand covered them, both out of necessity to hold her pee, and out of necessity to hide something else. Destiny slowly, shakily got back up, she was going to wipe the pebbles off her knees, but when she lifted her hand from her panties, she could feel a stringy fluid stretching from her hand to her panties, she quickly placed her hand back where it was, and opted to just walk with rock-covered legs instead. She passed by Grace who got up slowly since she was now remembering that she still had to pee.
“Where’d the sidewalk go?” Asked Lillith, noticing that there was no way for the girls to cross the bridge that was just in front of them.
Grace peeked over the railing, seeing a two-story drop to a highway below them, with a glass canopy pedestrian bridge lower down. Kayla pulled out her phone and pointed down an alley that the sidewalk detoured down. “We gotta go down there, then there is a ramp that leads us to the pedestrian bridge right down here. Vice versa on the other side, then it’s a straight shot to the mall.”
“Why couldn’t they just put a sidewalk on this bridge like the last one?” Joanna whined, “It’s so complicated, and I really really gotta pee.”
“That’s what makes this game fun. Scenic routes become our obstacles.”
The group looked down the alley again. It was lined with bougie restaurants and hole-in-the-wall draft bars. “That’s a lot of people.” Mentioned Grace, concerned they may see her in such a state.
“That's a lot of people.” Cooed Joanna, hoping that lots of people would see her in such a state.
The group started their way down the alley, all of them stiffened up and walked awkwardly in an alienlike attempt to look normal. Save for Joanna, who just couldn't help it. She was singlehandedly bringing attention to the whole group, as people were seeing a bunch of pretty girls walking down the sidewalk, one of them a damsel in distress. Everyone but Joana buried to the down-ramp entrance for the walkway, shuffling as fast as they could to leave Joanna in the dust. When they got there, they got to a point far enough down that nobody in the restaurants could see them and just waited for Joanna. Joanna soon stumbled around the corner, the girls were all squirming and pee-dancing extra hard to make up for what they couldn’t do in front of the crowds of people. The lights along the walkway illuminated them in a way that could only show their silhouettes, but it was still obvious who was who. This silhouette lighting also brought something to Lilith’s attention. “Oh my god! Grace!” She shouted.
Grace immediately began panicking. “What, is there something on me? Is my makeup-”
“No, Grace, look… You’re pee-pregnant!” Lilith added, pointing at the insane amount of bloat spilling out of Grace’s belly.
Grace stopped and looked down, she slid her hand over her huge, stiff bladder. “Wow.” is all she could say as she continued to rub it “Wow… Wow…”
Nobody could see it in the darkness, but her face was turning pink, and her breath was getting just a little steamy. “Lilith… could you… take a picture? I want to see my silhouette.”
Everyone continued to stare at Grace’s bladder, Lilith soon handed Grace her phone with the picture on display. “Jesus… it's like I’m… ten weeks in.”
Grace didn’t know quite what was happening to her, she was in terrible pain and regretted having put herself in such a situation, but after seeing herself with such a curious shape protruding from her, the pain, the water, the anxiety was all null and void. She was confused in many aspects, but one thing she was sure of is that she really, really liked what she saw. Kayla undid her belt and pulled her pants away from her waist. “Oh wow, I’ve got one too, it’s not that big, though.”
Lilith shook her head. “I can’t have one, I’m wearing a corset.”
Destiny used a hand to pull her skirt back, she also had a pretty sizeable one, but that didn’t matter to her. Her bladder was far past its limit, and it was fighting against her to try and evacuate itself.
Joanna nervously giggled, pee dancing in place fairly intensely. “Guys… I think we should get moving, I dunno how much longer I can last,” she suggested.
The girls all looked amongst themselves, Kayla and Grace suddenly remembering how much they had to pee, they took a second to squirm desperately before regaining composure. “Yes, yes, I forgot!” Kayla exclaimed nervously, being hit with a sudden onslaught of desperation, “Let's go.”
The girls continued their trek, going through the pedestrian bridge, up the other ramp, and back onto Main Street from the alley. They managed to make it to a point where they could even see the entrance to the mall parking lot, but at that point, all of the girls had to repeatedly stop and take squirming breaks just so they wouldn't lose control. Kayla’s bladder had a mix of all kinds of pain and was really at its limit. Somehow though, she managed to hold on. Lilith’s bladder was almost full, but not quite yet. It didn't have any kind of unique pain either. Grace's bladder hurt an exceedingly high amount. It had a low, constant ache that burned. Her back and kidneys hurt a lot as well, as her bladder had long ago started to overfill. She knew exactly what was happening since she was a biology major. Destiny’s bladder hurt just as much as Grace’s but in the opposite way. The pain was sharp and stung, it felt like a million ice-cold knives were stabbing through every part of her abdomen and thighs. Her back and kidneys hurt too, just as much as Grace’s. She felt nauseous, but she wasn't exactly not enjoying it either. Joanna’s bladder was also past its limit. It felt a little like Destiny’s but nowhere near as intense. Joanna just seemed a lot more desperate than Grace and Destiny because she was a total drama queen.
“Guys, once we step into that parking lot, the rules change.” Explained Kayla.
“How so?” Asked Lilith, struggling to even stand.
Kayla looked back at the group, she was just one step away from the black pavement of the mall’s parking lot, “once I set foot on this property, first one to pee is a rotten egg.”
Kayla stepped just one step into the parking lot, and Lilith and Joanna set off running as fast as their weirdly shaped shoes would allow. Kayla continued walking, only getting a few steps before she appeared o have tripped, falling on one knee. Both of her hands were tightly gripping her crotch, but that wasn’t quite enough to shield herself from the ongoing bladder spasm. She clenched her hands as tightly as she could, she tried her hardest, but Destiny and Grace could still see as a couple of drops seeped out between her fingers. Eventually, after what seemed like the struggle of her life, she rose, a noticeable wet spot on her white khakis. “You know what? I’m with the other two on this, see ya soon!” She hurriedly stammered before taking off towards the food court entrance of the mall.
Grace squirmed a little, seemingly bothered by the sight of urine on Kayla’s panties. She turned and looked at Destiny, who quickly glanced back. Upon realizing that Grace was looking at her in such a state, she almost immediately folded, fell to her knees, and covered her face with one hand before a loud hissing sound erupted from her. She pulled her skirt up off of the ground with her free hand so as to not let it get wet. Slowly, a puddle of urine began forming around her. First, it spilled out from between her knees, then from behind her feet, then it just continued to grow larger, and larger, and larger until it almost cleared half the width of the parking spot she was in through its diameter. After all was said and done, all that remained was a weeping Destiny in a puddle of pee that was rapidly soaking into the asphalt, and Grace who just stood there speechless. It took a minute, but the girls eventually returned to the scene. “Oh my god, Destiny!” Lilith cried out.
Joanna knelt down to Destiny’s sitting height, “You poor poor thing, c’mere!” She cooed, hugging her tightly.
Kayla and Grace also silently approached Destiny to aid in comforting her through such a horrible, horrible situation.
Geez, this was too much attention for her…
Edited June 5 by Mariomo
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So, this is an omo fanfic of the pairing Yuki x Kyo from the anime Fruits Basket. It's been my hyper fixation show as of late, and I honestly haven't felt this way about anime characters since like middle school (I'm 22 now), and I haven't written fan fiction since then either, so... this is definitely taking me back. If you haven't seen this anime, first I highly recommend it, it will make you feel a wide range of feelings in every episode, it's on Hulu, Fruits Basket (2019). Second, this is based loosely on a specific episode, but all you really need to know is: 1) the general plot of this show is about a group of people brought together by their curse of the zodiac, tying them to the spirit of one of the twelve zodiacs, and although they are human, they take on the energy of these spirits and (in typical anime fashion) will transform into their zodiac animal if hugged by a person of the opposite sex. 2) Yuki has silver hair (like his zodiac the mouse) and is nicknamed "the prince" because of his mystery and (slightly feminine) beauty that makes many fall for him, Kyo has orange hair (like his zodiac the cat) and has a hot temper 3) the two hate each other and are constantly fighting all because of internalized rage/jealousy based on their connection to the old story of the zodiac, but have recently been semi sort of tolerating each other for the sake of their new friend Tohru (I mean you gotta watch it to get the rest)
This is kind of smutty, just a warning.
"Then it's settled, we're going!" Shigure announced enthusiastically.
Kyo grimaced and Yuki rolled his eyes. A trip to the lake house is not what either of them had in mind for the weekend, but Toruh seemed so excited about it, they felt compelled to go.
Between Toruh and Shigure, their giddiness was palpable. "Come on, come on, you slow pokes, finish up your morning tea and get packing!" Shigure said, pouring the last of the tea in the pot into both of their cups.
"What?! You mean we're going now?!" Kyo flew up from his seat, knocking over his tea in the process.
"Idiot." Yuki mumbled under his breath before finishing off is own cup of tea.
Shigure continued, unphased, "Well I can't think of a better time, we'll get there with plenty of daylight still. And besides, Hatori is already on his way to come get us."
Yuki and Kyo's eyes widened as they realized this had been planned all along. They huffed, and after enough prodding, both made their way up to their respective bedrooms to pack.
When Hatori arrived, Kyo was lounging in front of the TV, he had finished packing (haphazardly throwing things into a random bag) in five minutes flat. Shigure sat at the table nearby, of course, Kyo noticed, he already had a bag packed. They were just waiting on Yuki and Toruh to finish packing before hitting the road.
After what felt like hours to Kyo, and five minutes to Shigure and Hatori, the remaining pair finally made their way downstairs, bags in hand.
I can't believe he's making us go on this stupid trip. Yuki thought silently, though his annoyance was displayed loudly on his face. Whatever, I'll just sleep the whole way there, so I should probably go to the bathroom now-
His thoughts were cut short by Toruh's squeaking voice behind him. "I'm sorry I took so long, I was so excited I didn't know what to pack so I just packed everything! Oh no I didn't realize all of you were already finished packing I hope I didn't keep you waiting long I'm so sorry I-" The words tumbled quickly out of Toruh's mouth, just as Toruh tumbled quickly down the flight of stairs. Yuki turned his head just in time to see Toruh crashing into him.
Poof!
The cloud of yellow dust slowly cleared from the air as everyone stared wide eyed at an exasperated Yuki sitting on the floor in mouse form.
After countless apologies from Toruh, and a few jabs at her clumsiness from Kyo, Yuki managed to return to his human form and quickly redress.
"Now that that fiasco is finally over, everybody in the car!" Shigure said, practically shoving them all out the door.
With Hatori driving, Shigure on shot gun, and the trio in the back with Kyo squished in the middle, they were off.
It had been insisted by everyone that Toruh would get a window seat, so she could admire the beautiful view on the drive over. Hatori declared that the boys would have to rock, paper, scissors for the other window seat, and like usual, Yuki beat Kyo, leaving Kyo stuck in the middle for the duration of the four hour car ride.
The first fifteen minutes went by mind numbingly slow, so much so that both Yuki and Kyo drifted off to sleep, which at least made the next hour go by fast. At one point in their peaceful slumber Yuki's head had fallen on Kyo's shoulder, and Kyo's head rested on top of Yuki's. Toruh giggled while Shigure snapped pictures. Hatori smirked, glancing at them through the rear view mirror, then announced to the car that he's pulling over to the next rest stop to fill up on gas and grab some snacks.
"Oh Kyooo, Yuuuuki!" Shigure sang. "Time to wake up my sleeping beauties!"
The two boys grumbled something unintelligible, both very much still asleep.
"Oh let them sleep, there's another rest stop not too far out if they need it. Besides, I'm enjoying the peace and quiet of them not bickering," Hatori said as he filled up the tank. After the three were done using the restrooms and getting snacks they hopped back on the road, all in high spirits.
Not long after, the boys began to rise from their slumber. Slowly, and then all at once as they jerked up and shouted in surprise at the compromising position they had found themselves in, earning them an uproarious laughter from the rest of the gang.
Yuki crossed his arms and glared out the window, annoyed. Eventually he began to relax and let his forehead fall onto the cool window. Just as he did so he noticed a pang in his bladder. All of the sudden, the events of that morning went flashing through his head. The tea he had gulped down, even though he already had two cups already and a tall glass of juice before breakfast, the rushed packing, the accidental transformation, the struggle to get everyone all in the car... No where in there, Yuki realized, did he actually get to use the bathroom. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but still, being a sickly child took subtle tolls on his body, including his bladder. It wasn't a big deal, aside from him having to use the restroom a bit more often than his other male counterparts, but that was merely an inconvenience. Although, being more reserved and not liking to display his emotions, or any human need for that matter, he would always find an excuse to step away, rather than announcing that he needed to use the bathroom.
So, despite feeling the growing need to relieve himself, Yuki remained silent. It's fine really, he thought glancing out the window. I think I recognize this area, there's a rest stop near by, surely we'll be stopping soon. So he waited. And waited. And waited some more, slowly realizing that the stop was not coming. His brows furrowed as his predicament began to sink in. His knees rubbed together and he subconsciously rubbed his thigh, in an effort to calm his nerves and relieve some of the pressure in his bladder. Kyo threw him a sharp glare, irritable from having his peace disrupted by Yuki's fidgeting, but Yuki didn't even notice, he was too busy staring out the window as his mind wandered. I must have missed it while I was sleeping, why didn't anyone wake me? He took a peak at the clock, trying to gauge how much time was left on the trip. Two hours. Yuki was less than confident that he could hold it all the way to the lake house, but he put his mind somewhat at ease as he reminded himself that they usually make another stop in the second half of the trip.
Time passed on like a sloth in a tar pit for Yuki. Usually he'd pass the time by reading a book or daydreaming while listening to whatever was playing on the radio, but this time, all that occupied his thoughts was how bad he needed to pee. His fidgeting had increased, starting with a steady tapping of the foot, which escalated to a rapid bouncing of the knee. Kyo was beyond aggravated at this point, but was trying his best to contain his frustration, because he knew Hatori would lay in on him if he created a distraction while he was driving.
What is wrong with that damn rat? Can't he sit still? Kyo looked down at their legs which were touching, side by side, much to his dismay, as a result of Kyo being smooshed in the middle seat. Kyo felt every bounce, every twitch, every wiggle Yuki made, and he just about had it. It must be all that tea he drank, it's like he's over caffeinated... or... or... oh. All of his frustration dissipated and was replaced with schadenfreude. Kyo smirked and let out a quiet, bemused snort. Serves him right.
But as time ticked on Kyo began to lose enjoyment in the pain of his rival as he watched Yuki's desperation grow more urgent. It started with Yuki occasionally squeezing at the fabric of his dark blue pants, then with him biting his lip, which stirred something in Kyo that he didn't understand, then, as his eye's drifted away from the soft boy's lips, Kyo watched as Yuki squeezed his eye's shut. Why doesn't he say something? Is the prince really too proud to show he has real human needs? Or... maybe it's not pride... As Kyo fought his brain to push down these sudden feelings of empathy, that would surely disrupt Kyo's harmonious hatred for his life long competitor, Hatori piped up from the front seat, startling both boys who were lost deep in thought. Yuki jumped worse than Kyo, and then tensed up his entire body hard.
Yuki had been working up the courage in his head to ask for a rest stop as he began to come to terms with his situation. He knew he could keep holding it in, albeit not comfortably in the slightest, but there was no way he could wait until they reached the lake house. At this point, only a half hour had past since the last time he checked the clock, but that was all the time his bladder needed to steadily fill up to a very uncomfortable fullness. He was just about to get out the words when Hatori's voice abruptly pulled him out of his thoughts. The shock traveled straight to his groin, causing him to stiffen, suppressing a shiver.
"Alright, we only have about another hour and a half let, but there's another rest stop up ahead. I think I'll pull over there, give us a chance to move our legs, and I'm sure you two could use the break since you slept through the last one." Hatori smirked, looking pointedly at the two boys through the rearview mirror. He let out a brief chuckle and shared a knowing glance with Shigure.
"Oh that would be great, thank you Hatori!" Toruh replied cheerfully, startling the boys once more who had completely forgot about her existence in the seat next to them. She hand been curled up, leaning against the window, admiring the scenery and generally spacing out. She hadn't made so much as a peep the entire time.
Yuki felt his cheeks heat up as he thought about what Ms. Honda would say if she noticed his desperate situation. There's no way he could let her see him that way. The very thought of showing signs of weakness made a pit form tightly in his stomach. He was just relieved that Hatori spoke up when he did. Now he can stop worrying, he'll get to use the bathroom and no one would be none the wiser about just how bad his need had gotten.
As they pulled into a parking space at the rest stop, which turned out to just be a small shop & stop, Yuki practically had his hand hovering over the door handle ready to jump out. Kyo relaxed a bit, relieved to no longer be in a position of having to see Yuki as an actual human being with needs and weaknesses, and ready to go back to their usual cat and mouse dynamic. As Yuki got out and made a beeline to the bathroom, Kyo had the mischievous thought to cut in front of poor Yuki and make him wait a bit longer, seeing as they only had the one unisex bathroom. But ultimately he decided against going for the low hanging fruit. He could be cruel, but he figured that would be a bit too sadistic, even for him. He watched as Yuki tugged on the bathroom door, and then knocked loudly upon realizing it was locked. Kyo glanced at a sign posted by the door.
"You need a key." He said nonchalantly, with a twinge of mocking in his voice. Yuki cursed under his breath, and headed over to the counter to ask for the key. It was a nuisance, but it really didn't matter, he was just happy that in a matter of minutes his pain would all be in the past. As he headed back over to the bathroom he saw Tohru fiddling with the handle. He stopped a few feet a way from her and opened his mouth to say something, but Shigure beat him to it. "Oh Yuki, what a gentlemen getting the key for her!" He exclaimed obliviously.
"Yuki that was so sweet of you, you didn't have to do that, really, thank you!" Tohru cooed, sheepishly taking the key from his hand.
Yuki groaned internally, but figured whatever, she might as well go first. As long as she was happy, he was happy too.
Kyo tried to stifle a laugh. Yuki was faintly aware of this but was too focused on the discomfort in his bladder to care or bother thinking on it. A moment later he heard a flush, followed by a shout. Shigure hurried to the rescue.
"Toruh? Is everything okay in there?" He said, knocking on the door. The door opened to a bright red faced Toruh standing holding a piece of metal.
"Um." She squeaked. "I don't know what happened, it just came off."
Shigure looked past to see the toilet, missing its handle, and beginning to overflow. Cursing, he ran to the valve behind the toilet, which he hurriedly twisted to shut the water off.
"I'm so sorry!" Toruh cried, beyond embarrassed. If it wasn't for the utter terror Yuki was now feeling, he would've thought she looked cute as red as she was. The next few moment flashed before his eyes as an annoyed employee came out with a mop and an out of order sign. Meanwhile Kyo stood, leaning against the car where he hadn't move from in this whole turn of events, mouth agape. He couldn't believe this was really happening.
"Well that is unfortunate," said Hatori, cleaning off his glasses. "Did anyone else need to use the bathroom?"
"I did, but I suppose I'll just go in the trees," Shigure replied, not caring in the slightest.
"Well boys I suppose that's your option for now," Hatori followed, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
Yuki stood there in horror. There is absolutely no way he could expose himself like that, the very thought of doing so out in the open made him blush a deep shade of crimson. Kyo walked over to Yuki, his concern returning, much to his dismay.
"C'mon, let's go," Kyo said, trying to play it cool.
"No, that's okay I can wait." Yuki said coldly.
"Can you?" Kyo asked quietly so no one else could hear. Yuki gave him a stare that could freeze hell over in an instant. "Yes, of course I can, why would you even ask that?"
"Okay, okay, sorry I asked," Kyo replied, putting his hands up.
Shigure returned and assuming everyone was good, gathered everyone back in the car. Hatori, being the family doctor and knowing Yuki better than the boy realized, had at this point caught on to the situation and grew concerned, making a mental note to stop and the next rest stop he saw. But he knew the closest one was still another hour away. Not sure how urgent Yuki's need was, Hatori hoped for the best but made it a point to drive quickly.
Back in the car, Toruh resumed her space out session, while Yuki, on the opposite end of the car, sat frozen, face even paler than usual. Kyo's mind was racing and he felt a sense of full body discomfort that was foreign to him, and also... something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. He didn't know what to do. Fifteen minutes went by and Yuki was fidgeting non stop, palm rubbing hard against his knee, lip red from being bitten so hard, and forehead covered in a slight sheen of sweat. This can't be happening. He thought as a deep sensation of dread sunk in. His bladder was so full it hurt and he could feel his seatbelt digging into it. He tried to tug at it to make it a bit looser, but it hardly helped. When will the next rest stop be? Maybe I'll just try to hold it til we get to the lake house. Yuki looked at the clock and groaned semi audibly, gaining a bewildered look from Kyo, which he fully ignored. No, that's not an option. I'll have to ask Hatori to stop again. But we were just at that rest stop, and he offered a chance to use the restroom- er well um, the tree. The anxiety built in his head, but a wave of intense desperation, pulled him out of it. No, it doesn't matter, I have to ask him... but I'll just wait a little bit longer since we JUST left the last stop.
Yuki pressed his now damp forehead into the cool window, focusing his energy on keeping his muscles clenched tight. But he turned his head when he heard the sound of Kyo's voice.
"So um, we haven't been to the lake house in awhile," Kyo said, in a painfully awkward effort to provide Yuki with a distraction. Yuki nodded curtly.
"Oh uh yeah I guess so," he mumbled. His mouth felt dry. He really couldn't afford to put much of his attention towards conversation, but although he found Kyo's sudden interest in small talk very odd, he really appreciated the distraction. Kyo picked up on Yuki's inability to form complex sentences, so he began to just awkwardly ramble. He quickly scanned the car as he talked, and noticed that Hatori was focused on driving, Toruh had drifted off to sleep, and Shigure had popped in some headphones that were playing loud enough to be heard from the rest of the car. He didn't know what deity pulled those strings for him, but he was eternally grateful to get to save face right then. There's no way anyone would let him live it down if they witnessed him partaking in pleasant mundane conversation with his rival.
Meanwhile, Hatori took a peak to see how Yuki was doing, and upon seeing the awkward conversation that was taking place, immediately understood how dire the situation must have become and stepped on it even more. Hold in there Yuki, just a little longer until I can find a rest stop.
Despite how absolutely strange the whole situation was for Yuki, Kyo's odd and frankly suspicious behavior actually had made the time go by faster, and midway through a sentence from Kyo that Yuki was barely listening to, he noticed a road sign for the next rest stop. Twenty miles away. Yuki took a shaky deep breath preparing himself to ask for Hatori to pull over at the next rest stop, but Kyo beat him to it.
"Um Hatori, I kind of have to use the bathroom and I saw a sign for a rest stop up ahead, could we stop there?" That damn rat, can't he speak up for himself? He's clearly not going to make it to the lake house, is he really that embarrassed to ask? It's not that hard. Whatever, I'll just do it.
Yuki and Hatori gave him a confused look until they both silently realized what he was really doing.
"Oh sure, Kyo. It's not too far, only about twenty minutes-" Hatori looked at Yuki through the rear view mirror, "-you know actually I bet we can make it in fifteen."
Yuki's face felt like it was on fire as he blushed profusely. Can Kyo tell how bad I have to go to the bathroom? Is that why he's been acting so weird. Why is he helping me, and not making fun of me? Yuki turned his gaze to Kyo next him, just for a brief moment before turning back to stare at his lap.
"Th-thanks," he muttered.
"Don't mention it," Kyo replied through gritted teeth. "Really, don't ever mention it."
Just then, another strong wave of desperation hit the poor boy and he pressed his head against the seat in front of him, squeezing every muscle in his body in an attempt to hold back the impending flood. It passed, but only for a couple minutes before another wave hit him, then another, and another. Each one harder to contain than the last. He felt like he was on the verge of tears. It hurt so bad, he would take anything at this point, he did not care, he just did not want to have an accident. Not in the car. Not in front of all these people. Not when he was sitting hip to hip with his sworn enemy.
Kyo watched helplessly as Yuki began to unravel. He had never seen Yuki in such a position before. He's usually so stoic, but now... Seeing him like this made Kyo's stomach turn to knots, but also, there was something else stirring in him, just a bit lower. He had dreamed of the moment he could be the stronger one over Yuki, reveal the boy's weakness and fragility, but this is not what he imagined.
Yuki felt frantic, waiting in agony for them to arrive at the rest stop.
"Just a few more minutes Yu- uh Kyo." Hatori called out.
Yuki squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the next wave of desperation. A hot tear escaped from his eye just as a warm trickle of pee snuck out of his bladder. He gasped and grabbed quickly at his crotch, openly holding himself. No wetness shown through his pants, but Kyo had a faint idea what was happening based on the poor boy's reaction.
"Y-Yuki..."
"Don't." He cut off the boy sitting next to him with a curt whisper.
As the single word left his mouth, another spurt of pee left his body. First it was just a short spurt, then two more quickly followed, then a longer stream. Yuki whimpered pitifully as he tried to stop it. The pain was so intense, but he could not, would not pee his pants. Not in the car. Not like this.
Kyo's face paled to a ghostly white as he saw a small spot form on the front of Yuki's trousers, then grow slightly bigger to the size of a golf ball. His mouth went as dry as the desert as he struggled to form words. His stomach was bursting with butterflies that he brushed off as anxiety.
"We're here!" Hatori exclaimed, pulling into a parking spot close to the building. Toruh groggily awoke, taking in her surroundings, while Shigure pulled out his headphones and opened the door to stretch. But Yuki was frozen still.
"C'mon Yuki get out," Kyo croaked. He noticed his words had drawn the attention of Toruh and Shigure. Instinctually, wanting to cover for Yuki (What??), he piped up, "I have to go to the bathroom so move it."
Shigure laughed and Toruh gave Kyo a sympathetic look that he loathed, causing him to once again gain empathy to Yuki's situation, which he somehow loathed even more. Before he could dive too deep into these emotions, his attention was pulled back to Yuki as the boy slowly opened the door and stepped out with raggedy breaths. Fortunately, Toruh and Shigure, although confused as to why they were stopping so soon again, nevertheless had excitedly made their way inside the shop to get more snacks. Hatori casually made his way to the back of the car, where he propped an elbow on top of the trunk, trying to look inconspicuous, but actually keeping tabs on the situation from the corner of his eye.
Yuki tried to take another step away from the car, but his legs felt like jello. He had never been so desperate to use the bathroom in his life, and with his underwear already soaked through, he wasn't sure how he was going to even make it to the bathroom. As he regained some composure, he looked up to see Kyo jogging towards him, which made Yuki do a double take. He was just standing next to me where did he even-? That's when he noticed the key in Kyo's hand.
"Let's go, bathrooms are just around the corner." Any other time and Yuki would probably have sent the cat flying with a swift kick for acting so strange and out of character, which could only be attributed to some scheme of his. But right now, all Yuki could think about was the toilet he was so close to. He started to follow Kyo, first very slowly and cautiously, but then working up to a brisk pace. With every other step he felt another spurt come out of his exhausted bladder, but there was no stopping now. He grabbed himself tightly and held on for dear life. As he rounded the corner, Kyo was waiting for him with the door already open. He gave a small nod of appreciation and hurried into the bathroom as he heard the door shut behind him. Now mere inches from relief, he looked down to see the wet spot had grown to the size of a softball. Not ideal but still something he could conceal fairly easily. He went to unbutton his pants, but shuddered at the realization that there was no way he could remove his hand from where he was holding his crotch without the flood gates fully opening up. Shakily, he attempted to undo the button with one hand but to no avail. He let out a strangled, pitiful, groan as another large spurt forced itself past his urethra, lasting a few seconds before he could stop it again. His vision blurred. Whether from exhaustion or tears, he could not tell.
While this was happening, Kyo waited on the other side of the door, letting out a sigh of relief that the apparently not-so-powerful prince was able to get to a bathroom with minimal damage done to his pants. Just as the knot in his stomach was beginning to undo itself, he heard the most heartbreaking groan come from inside the bathroom. He immediately reached for the handle and pushed his ear against the door.
"Yuki? Is everything okay in there?"
"Um," Kyo could hear the tears in the silver haired boys trembling voice. "I'm fine..."
At the sound of Yuki's voice cracking, Kyo burst through the door without hesitation. Luckily Yuki hadn't had the opportunity to lock the door. The orange haired boy froze just for a second as he took in the sight in front of him. Yuki's eyes were red and puffy, his face twinged pink, cheeks covered in a mix of sweat and tears, rosy lips trembling. He was grasping at his crotch with both hands now as a very slow but steady stream leaked out of him, rolling down his leg, a few drops dripping to the floor beneath his feet.
"Oh Yuki," Kyo breathed, voice surprisingly low and raspy. His body seemed to move on its own from that point on. He swiftly moved beside Yuki and undid the button and zipper of his pants in light-speed. His face felt on fire as watched Yuki completely frozen in place, eyes shut, as his pants continued to grow darker.
"Fuck!" Kyo shouted, and without thinking of anything but relieving Yuki's distress and minimizing the damage, he slid his hand past the now open zipper and through the slit of Yuki's thoroughly soaked underwear, pulling out his overworked member and aiming at the toilet, allowing Yuki to fully release the absolute torrent that had been building up inside of him. Kyo was shocked by the sheer force of which the pee was streaming out of the boy, causing him to tighten his grip to maintain his aim. Yuki, so overcome by the pure ecstasy he felt from finally being able to let out all of the liquid that had been filling his painfully sore bladder, could not think of anything except how good he was feeling. The fact that his life long sworn enemy was now holding his dick as he pissed full force into the toilet, with wet pants sticking to his leg, was in this moment nothing more than a fact of life. The only thing holding meaning for him right then was the sweet feeling of release. His body went limp as he relaxed, causing Kyo to wrap him left arm around Yuki's torso, as he continued to aim with his right, allowing Yuki to rest against the taller boy's chest. His head lolled back into the crook of Kyo's neck. Kyo just watched, as though he was in a trance, at the breathtaking sight that lay before him. His eyes darkened with lust as he felt the vulnerable warmth of his enemies body against his own, warm breath tickling his neck. It took everything in him not to rut his aching erection against the smaller boy's ass that just barely brushed against his painfully tight pants in the most maddening way possible. His mind was completely overtaken by this new desire that it consumed all other thoughts or reason. After what felt like a life time, Yuki's stream slowly trickled to a stop, causing him to snap back to reality and take in his surroundings. The horror he felt before now resumed tenfold, until he looked up at the intense look on Kyo's face, his orange irises now overtaken by black pupils. A rush of sparks and tingles and butterflies all rolled into one flooded the smaller boy's body, starting at the chest, pushing down his arms all the way to his finger tips, erupting in his abdomen, and finally dispersing to his groin. He felt himself instantly harden, throbbing into Kyo's hand that never lost its grip.
"Kyo-" The sound of the word gently emerged from Yuki's lips, barely touching the air before being smothered by Kyo's own hungry lips crashing down, in desperate need of satiation. As lips locked, the rest of the world disappeared, the only sight being the exploding colors behind closed eyelids, the only sound the ringing in their ears, and every touch receptor being overrun by the need to memorize every single sensation that crossed its path. Kyo pulled Yuki's slender but muscular frame against his own, left hand pressing on the silver haired boy's toned stomach, finally granting him the friction his body begged for. His lips pulled harshly away from Yuki's, which was met with a needy whimper-turned-moan as Kyo's lips resumed their exploration down the side of Yuki's exposed neck. The smaller boy's hips bucked helplessly into the taller boy's hand, lighting a fire inside of Kyo that could only be expelled by letting it burn. He traced his tongue up past Yuki's jaw, flicking at his ear lobe, which elicited a sound to escape his throat that Kyo swore to himself he would never stop chasing. In desperate need of hearing it again, Kyo twisted his hand up and down Yuki's shaft. At the end of every up stroke he grazed his thumb over Yuki's leaking tip, and at the end of every down stroke he let his bottom three fingers give a teasing squeeze around his balls. Yuki could faintly feel his mouth fill with saliva as the most intense pleasure he had ever felt welled up inside of him. As his dick began to twitch, Kyo increased the speed at which he moved his hand, up and down Yuki's manhood. Once, twice, three times, and that's all it took to completely and utterly unravel the apparently oh so fragile boy. For the second time that day, his neck fell into the crook of Kyo's and his weakened body pressed all its weight onto the lust-filled boy, who was glad he still had a hand wrapped around the other's abdomen to hold up his shaking body. Hot jets of white fluid sprung out as Kyo continued to pump Yuki's pulsing dick at a steady rhythm, mind on the verge of shattering as he felt in his hand the sensation of cum shooting up through the base of the cock and out the urethra, where it then dripped down his tingling hand. All of this suddenly became too much for Kyo and he buried his face into Yuki's soft, silver hair, and gripped his shirt tightly in his other hand, pulling the boy harder into him in a tight embrace as he uncontrollably came into his boxer briefs, groans muffled against Yuki's head.
As the clarity hit them both and they began to sober, Kyo stumbled back, face aghast. Yuki quickly adjusted himself and zipped up his now cold and damp pants. Before either of them could fall deep into a spiral, a knock at the door brought them both crashing down to earth.
"Um, I'm leaving a bag outside the door for you, I'll be waiting back at the car, take your time." It was Hatori.
After the footsteps retreated, Kyo slowly cracked open the door and retrieved the paper bag laying outside, which contained a pair of underwear, pants, and some wet wipes.
Kyo laughed, "Damn Hatori, can't get anything past him."
Yuki chuckled upon seeing the contents of the bag and let out a deep exhale he didn't know he was holding in. "So now what?" He asked sheepishly.
"Now," Kyo replied, reverting back to his typical impassive stare, "we get cleaned up and head back to the car like nothing happened."
"Right." Yuki replied, reaching for the bag while avoiding eye contact.
"It's just too bad Hatori only brought one clean pair of underwear." Kyo followed with a smirk, handing over the bag.
Yuki snorted, smiling up at Kyo for probably the first time in his life. "You always have to try to one up me at everything, don't you?"
Fin. |
Hello again, been a while since I wrote anything. Seeing as some people enjoyed my last story I figured I would post another. Let me know what you think.
Today, I got sent a very random, personal, question about something embarrassing in a very public way. I’d paused involuntarily as I read the question to myself. Glass with a light-brown spirit in it held halfway between my mouth and the table, a sip frozen in time. I tried to keep my face in neutral curiosity, better for the camera that way. I suppose here I should stop and provide some details to you, dear hypothetical reader, as I recount this story. Well, stories.
My name is Melinda, but you may know me as Pigtail Paintbrush, an art streamer on YouTube. I started streaming when a friend wanted to see what I was working on, and she invited a couple of other people to watch. For some reason, a few of the others kept coming back almost every time I updated my friend and soon, we had a small little community who loved to watch me draw, paint, and make a general fool of myself. As a joke, I gave them a goal of getting me to one hundred subs, which I thought was ludicrous for what I offered, and I would start streaming with a camera pointed at my face beginning with a Q&A session. Well, by the power of the internet, they got the one hundred, and so I showed my face and did a little Q&A It was really fun, so it became a tradition with the group for the final stream of the month.
I suppose I should describe myself here, or at least as much as you could infer from seeing me on camera and hearing me talk. I’m a girl in my mid-twenties, but I can definingly pass for a little older based on how often I get carded. I’m short enough that the half-inch in my high is important. I’ve never been considered skinny; curvy would be what I’d call myself if you pressed me on a good day but the one time a guy called me thicc I ended up going on a couple dates with him so take from that what you will. To me, my boobs and butt are nicely proportional to my general body shape, but I haven’t ever heard them called small, quite the opposite. I have blue-grey eyes and have actually stuck with my natural dark crimson hair for a while. There are photos of it dyed a truly my-father-didn’t-pay-enough-attention-to-me shade of purple to give you an idea of where it has gone.
On stream, I’m typically dressed like I am normally. I’m sure by this point I’ve cycled through most of my non-specialist wardrobe on camera. I don’t keep up with the trends, basically everything I have comes though Nordstrom Rack or a department store. Tops are generally a tank top of varying color with some sort of layer on top, mostly weather appropriate, or a more casual button down. My bottoms are basically all denim, traditional jeans, skirts, overalls in various washes and shades. I do possess more business-friendly and formal stuff; I only wear it when I need to.
Anyway, let’s get back to the story. For these Q&A nights, we typically did the questions as a group. Ask something and everyone in chat gets a chance to respond. You know, community building stuff. Sometimes I’d take questions about myself just to ground everyone in “Yes, you are all here watching me and I’m still waiting for you all to determine that you do in fact have better uses for your time.” These questions typically come via direct messages, so I can ask for any clarification or maybe dodge around anything to sensitive. The question which our story begins with came from PlataRhino23, who was part of the second wave of people that found the channel. I knew he was a guy around my age and was somewhat active with the group. Clearly shy but trying to be a part of things. The question caught me off guard coming from him, not in a creepy way but with how bold it was.
platarhino23: How long has it been since you peed your pants and why did it happen?
I knew right away that answering that question truthfully would be far too embarrassing. I thought for a second, then said out loud “Well, this is a random question. Let me clarify something really fast before I answer.” Then I typed back
Pigtail Paintbrush: That’s really random, how did you come up with that :P
PR23: Not sure, just jumped into my head and stuck there.
PP: So I’ve got a confession, it’s a lot more recent than you think. I’m still pretty embarrassed about it. Would you be ok if I reworded it to be about a time I peed my pants, one that I can give a great retelling of without totally dying of cringe?
PR23: Absolutely, that’s fine with me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. :(
PP: No harm, no foul. One story about me needing a change of pants coming up :D
I smiled at the screen and took a small sip from my glass, some liquid courage if you will permit the terrible joke, then turned to face the camera again.
“Ok, so I hope you folks appreciate how random this is. That said, I’m sure it’s a really funny story to hear. So the question was “What was the most memorable time you peed your pants?”, now before I answer that, a vibe check for all of you. Put a 1 in the chat if you have peed your pants after you turned eighteen, and a 2 in the chat if you have peed your pants within the last two years.”
A handful of 1s with a couple 2s and 12s sprinkled in pushed the previous conversation out of the window. I made a show of pretending to count.
“So it seems some of you have decided to tell the truth today.” I smiled and laughed. “Ok, enough of that, don’t need anybody steeling my thunder because boy do I have a good one for this question.”
I leaned back in my chair a little bit to take the strain of getting close to the screen off my back.
“Do any of you have one of those friends in your life who just never calls you out of the blue unless something crazy is going on? I do, for the sake of this story lets call her Kathleen. So one day, say about two years ago, I’m on my way home for work and I decide to stop and get myself some chocolate because I had a very long day. Pulling into the convenience store, finding what I wanted, paying for it, and getting back on the road took maybe five minutes. Now, because I just wanted to get out of the office I hadn’t went to the bathroom before I left, but even with stopping I knew I would be fine getting home, even though I was getting really desperate.”
A quick glance at the chat showed a couple messages along the lines of: I see where this is going.
“So I get home, park the car, grab my stuff, and head back to my apartment. By the time I get the door open, I know the first thing I need to do after dumping my purse and candy on the kitchen counter is go to the bathroom. I’m doing a major potty dance, but I’m perfectly dry at this point. All of this is to say, I’m right on the tipping point of it being in the zone of where wetting my pants is possible. Any delay beyond this point means the chance that I spring a leak is non-zero. Had I still been at the convenience store, we would have had a problem, but I was at home, feet away from the toilet and sweet release. Then my phone rings, it’s Kathleen. The last time she called me out of the blue had been for a someone-is-literally-dying level event, so I answered it, figuring it would be a quick enough initial conversation about whatever was going on then I could excuse myself for a couple minuets to pee. I was home alone, who cares about doing a crazy potty dance when nobody is around as long as it means you don’t wet you pants.”
Chat largely agreed with me, with at least one objection.
“So, I put the phone to my ear, of course willing to put my bladder control to the test to comfort my friend in what surely was a moment of dire need of a different kind. Before I can even get out a hello, Kathleen’s voice explodes out of the speaker, bursting with joy and excitement, two emotions I was not expecting. I’m so startled by this, because Kathleen is also practically shouting into the phone, that I lose a spurt of pee into my pants. Its not much, maybe slightly above not getting a chance to wipe as far as how damp it felt, and there was nothing on my jeans. The problem was this sent my desperation into overdrive. I needed to get to the toilet immediately, or I was going to start leaking more pee into my pants.”
“It turned out that Kathleen’s boyfriend had just proposed to her. She was so happy that she just had to call everyone and tell them and she wanted to make sure I knew before it hit social media. Kathleen launches into the retelling of the event, that girl was not pausing to take a breath, let alone allow me a word in edgewise beyond the occasional “Kathleen…”. I know I’m in trouble at this point, I can feel another leak is about to happen. I’m crossing my legs, grabbing myself with my free hand, suddenly quite aware of just how tight the waistband of my jeans were digging into my bladder. Yet Kathleen, bless her, will not put the brakes on her story.”
“Then it happens chat, the beginning of the end. I leak for a solid two or three seconds before I can reestablish control. The hand in my crotch is on wet denim, if I pull it out to look at the damage its over and I’m going in my pants. I guess it was maybe a softball sized wet spot at this point. I tell myself that if I don’t get Kathleen of the phone in thirty seconds I don’t stand a chance, I’m going in my pants. The Kathleen story train was not stopping. Try as I might, there was just no opening for me to interject “Girl congratulations but I need to call you back in a couple minutes or you owe me a new pair of jeans.” I felt the end approaching, the same feeling that lead up to the leak was building past that point. There was no stopping it, I was going to pee.”
“Chat, I fought to the bitter end. I squeezed everything I could while knitting my legs together like a pretzel. That bought me a few seconds more but it was far too late. Even if I got Kathleen off the phone, I would still have to get to the bathroom and undo my pants and pull everything down. I felt the last bits of my control slip away as my bladder emptied into my jeans. Almost immediately pee is splashing onto the floor, and believe it or not, this is what finally gets Kathleen to pause her story.”
“Hey Pigtail, are you washing dishes or something?”
“No, not washing dishes. Though I will be doing some laundry later.” My reply coming over the hiss of pee against my jeans and streams into the puddle around my feet.”
“Ok, but why do I hear water running?”
““Because Kathleen,” I began not trying to hide the embracement in my voice. “You caught me right as I walked in the door, and I really had to pee.”
“O nooooooo Pigtail!” Kathleen replied, at least she picked up on what happened right away. “I’m sorry, I was just so excited to tell you. Call me back later, ok?” I replied in the affirmative.”
“So, chat, you want to guess what happened next time I saw Kathleen in person?” A few guesses populated the chat window. “Well, nobody got it right. She slipped me a box and told me to open it when I got home. When I did, inside was a new pair of jeans to ‘replace’ the ones I’d wet. Additionally, she had a note that said she felt so bad that she wanted to make sure I would never feel embarrassed about it, so had included a written account of every time she could remember wetting her pants. Let’s just say that I don’t feel bad about how many times it happened to me.” As if to signal the end of the story, there was a chime from an appliance.
“Ok, so now that I’m completely embarrassed, time for some of your stories. Send them to me and I’ll read them out.” We then moved on, having a good laugh at others misfortunes. Overall, another successful Q&A stream.
It’s here, dear hypothetical reader, that I should tell you why I didn’t answer platarhino23’s original question. You see, while based off that story you might think my last accident prior to that stream was a matter of months, it was not. Nor a matter of days. You see, it was a matter of hours. The ding sound was my dryer. My dryer containing a load of laundry that contested of one towel, a pair of socks, ironically enough the jeans Kathleen bought for me, and one pair of panties. The jeans, socks, and panties that I had worn when leaving the apartment that day and had on when I home frantically unlocking my door. The clothing I had on when I closed the door and realized that I was not going to make it, I was going to wet my pants. Little raw to tell that story in full today, maybe someday I’ll be able to look back at this accident and laugh about it as well. Still doesn’t top Kathleen’s phone call though. |
SMUT WARNING! (If sexual acts aren't your thing, then either skip this story or stop at line: '...not caring who would hear.')
Danny was so pretty. His long eyelashes sprouting from above his dark chocolate eyes. His slick back blond hair shining in the sunlight. He's been my crush for the past couple of years, so this date is like heaven for me. We walked up to our local funfair with our hands linked, swinging them around.
"Soooo, what ride first, Ash?" Danny looked at my eyes then my outfit, consisting of a mid rise skirt above my knees and a tight fitting crop top. Danny stuck with a plain white tee and blue jeans. He still looked amazing.
"Uhhh, maybe the ferris wheel?" I began to wriggle around on the spot as I felt a wave of desperation come over me.
"Ash, do you need the toilet? The bathrooms are-"
"N-no don't worry, I'm ok! Just a bit chilly from wearing this skirt."
"Hm, alright then, let's go!" Danny grabbed my hand and led me to the ferris wheel line. My desperation could wait, it was gonna be fine. Or so I thought.
As we waited for our spot for the ferris wheel, my legs began to turn around each other. The large tea started catching up to me. My available hand started to drop to my crotch but Danny looked over, so I snapped it back next to my leg. I opted for a small wriggle on the spot but it didn't help all that much. Eventually, our turn was up and Danny paid for our go and led me inside of the carriage. Sitting down on a cold glass seat did NOT help and increased my desperation further. My hips were swishing side to side and my hand was holding my crotch tightly.
"Wow, what a beautiful view, Ash." Danny looked outside through the glass with such optimism. I would usually notice his beautiful features, but I was too busy focusing on not wetting myself infront of my potential boyfriend. My legs were rubbing against each other, my ass wriggled with speed. It didn't go unnoticed, but Danny didn't say anything, instead, he cleared his throat and continued to look outside. I could see his bulge hardening from a mile away. He was enjoying this.
Eventually, the ride ended and my desperation reached maximum levels that I almost couldn't get up. Pee was pushing against my finger, wanting to release from my aching pee hole, but my firm grip on my pussy stopped it from dripping out into my panties. I was about to walk towards the girls bathrooms, but Danny grabbed my hand and led me to the go karts. A pee desperate girl's worst nightmare. He was doing it on purpose.
"Hey uh, Danny, could I quickly just-"
"Ohhh I love go karts, this is gonna be so much fun!" The grin on his face was unintelligible, but I was too busy lowering my body and wriggling around to hold my pee, so I didn't notice. The staff member clipped us in to separate go karts, which scared me even more. I could at least hide my crotch grabbing from Danny, as it seemed unladylike.
"Alright, kiddos. Keep your arms in the vehicles and have fun!" And the starting horn blared. Focusing on driving the kart around the small course and holding my raging piss was difficult. One hand in my crotch and one hand on the wheel, except more focus was put into grabbing my quivering pussy. It was pointless. Pee began to escape into my panties, one drop, two drops etc.
"Hey Ash!" Danny grinned widely and drove past me, bumping into me slightly on purpose. I smiled, realising he wanted me to piss myself, but felt nervous that I actually would. With no warning, a child bumped into me from the back and a large 3 second pee stream escape, making me gasp loudly and stop on the course to put both of my hands into my crotch, pressing individual fingers onto my pee hole. Eventually the stream stopped, so I raced to the end with great difficulty. I came in last place but I didn't even care anymore. As soon as the staff member unclipped my seatbelt, I ran out of the go kart course with both hands in my crotch.
"Hey, did that bitch piss in my go kart?!" I barely heard him, as all I could hear was my footsteps, the screams of excited children and my heart pounding out of my chest. I ran into the girls bathrooms, rushing my panties down my legs before even getting into the cubicle. I began to pee standing up, before I felt hands around my waist. Danny grabbed me and kissed my neck deeply as I pissed all over the floor.
"Danny! N-no!" I grabbed my naked pussy with my hands, dragging my hands back and forth to stop my stream but to no avail. I was wetting myself, but I didn't care, the relief was too good. I found myself moaning out loud, not caring who would hear.
"That...was so hot, Ash." Danny began stroking my soaked pussy with his index finger with his lips still intact with my neck. I found myself melting into his touch, letting my weight rest on his. This was heaven.
I began to pull Danny's jeans down, letting out his rock hard dick spring out. I licked the tip and then took his whole cock in my mouth. Sucking his delicious dick was the last thing I expected to do in a funfairs public bathrooms, but I couldn't help myself. Danny let out his manly, scratchy groans, running his fingers through my hair before taking a firm grip on my head. I sucked his cock deeper, taking it all in, whilst stroking my wet pussy with such force.
"O-oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. Oh my-" Danny let out one last loud groan before filling my mouth with his load. I rested my head on the cubicle wall, letting out a breathy laugh. Danny smiled at me and took my hand.
We spent most of the date freshening up but it was so worth it. |
"Hey Connor!"
I turned to look who was calling my name, but I already knew. It was Cassie. Seeing her instantly brought a smile to my face.
"Hey Cass!" I said back to her, as she trotted to catch up to me.
"You heading out? Or do you have practice today?" She asked me.
Some days I have band practice after school, but today was a free day for me so I was about to walk home. I was getting my things out of my locker before Cassie ran up to me.
"Nah I'm headed home, I was about to start walking. Want to come with?" I asked her.
Cassie and I have been hardcore flirting for a month now. We both knew we were into each other, but in typical high school fashion neither of us had the guts to make a move, so we continued our flirtatious dance. It was a ton of fun, but I knew I definitely wanted more. Cassie was my dream girl.
We go to the same high school, and We actually live in the same neighborhood, just on completely different ends so about one mile away from one another. A bus goes through our neighborhood, but the walk from school to my house is maybe two miles, and I like to get some exercise every now and then. Cassie usually takes the bus since it's a three mile walk for her, but since we'd started talking she's walked with me a few times.
Once I asked her the question I could see her mentally hem and haw over it. She gave me a look that showed me she definitely wanted to join me, but there was something else there that was clouding her decision, something I couldn't quite read. But before I could think more on it, she answered.
"Absolutely! Let's get going!" She said with a big smile.
Cassie and I exited school out the front door and got walking. I could make the two mile walk in roughly 20 minutes, depending on how fast I was going. When I'm with Cassie it's closer to 30, but I don't mind, it's just another chance to get to spend more time with her.
Cassie and I actually have known each other for a long time, but never really connected in the same activities or the same friend groups. But now in junior year, we had two classes together and started partnering up for a few things. Before I knew it, we were passing notes, sharing phone numbers, even sharing knowing glances from across the classroom. Like I said, we both knew what this was, but we just hadn't fully jumped in yet.
"So that math test huh?? How'd you do?" I asked her as we walked.
"I think I did alright! It was hard but our extra studying paid off, I think."
Cassie and I spent a few extra hours in the library studying. Something we both were more than happy to do together this week.
"Nice!" I replied. "I think I did pretty well too, I guess we'll see next week when we get the grades back."
"Yeah!" Cassie replied.
This was unusual though, because Cassie was Normally very bubbly and talkitive, and tends to talk my ear off on our walks. Today she wasn't exactly acting weird, but she wasn't her normal self either.
"You all good Cass?" I asked, after a weird moment of silence.
Her cheeks turned red, and she smiled big in an attempt to recover.
"Oh yeah I'm fine! Just thinking is all."
I bought it for now, but kept my eye on it for the rest of the walk. We were less than ten minutes in and still had a ways to go. But after my comment, Cassie held the conversation better, at least for a little while.
"Ahhh" Cassie suddenly let out as I was droning about something.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She got red in the face again and didn't meet my gaze.
"N-Nothing, I just... It's nothing!" She said.
Now I knew something was up. I felt like we were close enough now to press the issue, but I didn't want to seem pushy, so I was at a loss on how to approach the situation. Fortunately though, she let out another gasp.
"Ahh!" Cassie let out, this time placing a hand on her stomach.
"You sure you're feeling alright Cass?" I asked.
"Actually I..." She paused.
Her cheeks turned red and stayed red this time, and she did a quick look back and forth.
Then she spoke, in almost a whisper. "I actually really have to use the bathroom."
Clearly this was embarrassing for her, but my heart nearly lept out of my chest when I heard her speak. With my particular fetish, I had been fantasizing about this exact situation for years. I had never planned to tell anyone this, let alone Cassie, but here we are with the situation presenting itself right in front of me on a silver platter. I knew I had to play this right. I knew I could enjoy this no matter the outcome, and still be a good person at the same time.
"Oh shoot! Okay, we're about halfway home, think you can make it?" I said to her.
"Halfway to YOUR home maybe, I still have another mile after that until my place." She replied with a look of concern.
"Damn" I replied. "That's right. And now I feel bad for asking you to walk home with me instead of taking the bus!"
She looked at me after I said that. "No no no! I wanted to come, really! I thought I'd have more time to-- Ahh!" She ended with another gasp, this time doubling over mid walk.
I could tell this was more serious than she was letting on, but what I wasn't sure if yet is if this was a number one situation, or a number two. Either way I didn't mind, but I still wanted to be tactful here.
"Are you able to pickup the pace? Or do you want to stop here and call someone? I don't mind waiting with you." I suggested.
"That's sweet" she replied. "But no one is at my house right now, so I think we should just keep going. I think I can keep going for now."
Suddenly, I had an idea.
"Hey, see that small area of trees up ahead? Why don't you just go run in there quick and go behind a tree? I know it's easier for guys but... Desperate times, right?" I said, pointing to the trees.
She looked out to the trees and bit her lip in thought, before saying:
"While that is a good idea, unfortunately I don't... Just have to pee..." She said, trailing off.
A number two situation indeed.
"Ahhh now I understand. Well let's get hoofing it then, no time to waste!" I said in an effort to pick up her mood.
I picked up my pace and she followed along with me for another five minutes. We were under a mile away from my house now, but just under two miles from hers. I thought we'd been doing well up until now, but suddenly Cassie had to stop and double over again, this time with her hands between her legs.
"Ahhhhh shoot this sucks!" She said, clearly starting to get really nervous. She stood back up and started to wiggle her hands around in some sort of soothing mechanism.
It was here where I saw an opening, and I went for it. I grabbed her hand.
"Come one we're getting close! Stay with me Cass, we're gonna get you home!" I said, speeding up to just short of a jog now. I held her hand in mine as we went, slightly pulling her along. This was clearly a big moment for both of us, but I was destined to keep cool. I looked over to her and gave her smile, which she promptly returned. We shared a knowing look for a second, before the concern returned to her face.
We were able to keep that pace again for another five minutes. We were just a quarter mile from my house, I could see it down at the end of the street. But Cassie's situation was deteriorating.
"Fuck..." I heard her hiss under her breath. She took her hand from mine and shot it back in between her legs as we walked. Up until now she had ignored her butt, but I saw her use her other hand to occasionally check for any leaks from either end.
"Ahhh Connor I'm not sure I'm going to make it, this is really bad" She finally said to me.
We stopped again, and she immediately doubled over with both hands in her crotch. She also started doing a little pee pee dance.
I turned to look how far away her house was, when I had realized how dumb I was being.
"Shoot!" We said in unison. I was confused, but Cassie began:
"I just leaked a little!" She said panicking. She took her hands away for just a second and I saw a small dark patch in her dark cotton leggings. It took every fiber of my being not to get a partial, but luckily I kept my composure. She is gorgeous, after all.
"That's ok! I don't know why I was so dumb, just come with me to my house! We're like two blocks away, and no one is home! Come on!" I said, grabbing her hand again, this time really jogging. Cassie didn't say anything, but she immediately matched my pace, a sign I took as approval of my plan.
As we jogged I watched Cassie get more and more desperate. She didn't try to hide it at all anymore. She jogged with an odd gait, clearly trying to keep her insides inside. Her face was fully flush and the panic was all over her. But I just held her hand, it was the only thing I could do.
Three minutes later, we were approaching my house, maybe another 50 yards away, when Cassie stopped again.
"What're you doing, we're so close!" I said, but then I saw why she stopped. She was doubled over, desperately trying to stop the flow of her pee.
"Fuck I'm peeing!" She said.
I didn't know what to say, I just watched as she attempted to stop the flow. Miraculously, she was able to after only another second or two. She removed her hands from her crotch briefly again, and I saw the dark patch had spread to the size of a grapefruit below her vagina. This time I really did get a partial, but I also sprung into action.
"I'm gonna go unlock the door, make your way over asap!" I said, running away from her.
I sprinted to my front door, frantically finding the right key on my keychain. Once I got there, I got the door unlocked, then turned around to see if Cass was close.
She was walking towards me, but with her legs totally clamped together, and very slowly, so it was more of a waddle. She seemed to be trying *not* to hyperventilate, but I'm not sure it was working.
"Come on it's right here!!" I said to her, now maybe 20 yards from me.
"I'm not gonna make it Connor I feel it all about to come out!" She said with tears in her eyes.
"She's so close" I said to myself quietly, truly hoping at this point that she would make it.
"Just run! You're so close now you'll make it!"
"I can't Connor!" She said.
"I know you can do it Cass!" I said for encouragement.
I saw her look down, take a couple quick breaths, and just break out in a sprint.
As I watched her run towards me, time seemed to slow down like it does in the movies. she's so freaking pretty, I couldn't help but stare. And while she had an even bigger wet spot in her leggings now, I couldn't look away from the look of determination on her face. It was truly a sight to see.
"Up the stairs, last door on the right!" I shouted to her as she got close.
She was maybe five yards from me and closing fast. She zoomed past me, and in one fell swoop she tossed her backpack and kicked her shoes off without even breaking stride, which was incredibly impressive. Unfortunately for her though, this is when the wheels came off.
I slammed the door behind us and started to follow her up the stairs. But on the very last step she tripped, and I knew it was over. She fell on to the second floor, landing on all fours.
"Fuck fuck no no no it's coming out! I'm pooping my pants!!" She shouted, still on her hands and knees in the hallway. I was still on the stairs, two steps behind her watching it all unfold.
All at once, her poop shot out of her butt and into her pants at high speed. It was a large, hard log that rented out her yoga pants very quickly. As this first log pushed out, she peed in full force, drenching her leggings entirely. A loud audible hiss was heard alongside the puffs and pops of the poop she was pushing out. I heard her grunt as well, likely involuntarily. More poop followed her grunts too. This time, softer poop flowed out of her on either side of the solid log, filling out the tent in her rear and turning it into a more shapely mound. And a large mound at that. Her pee continued as well, with the wetness now flowing up her backside. She continued to push it all out for another ten seconds until she was completely empty. Her poop bulge grew slightly still, resting at around the size of a cantaloupe. The hiss of her pee died down, and all that was heard was the rhythmic drop that came from the bottom of the mound on her rear. The rest of my house was silent, and neither said a word for about 30 seconds.
Cass let out a deep, full-bodied sigh and let her head fall. She knew she had lost, and this was her way of accepting what has just happened. She made her way to her feet, still facing away from me. I didn't know what to say, but luckily she spoke first.
"Clearly this is incredibly disgusting, and I am so sorry for shitting and pissing myself All over your floor." She began. Her voice waivered, and I could tell she was trying incredibly hard not to sob.
She started to turn around, and continued: "I understand if you never want to see me again, but--"
She paused, and looked me in the eyes. I met her gaze, and we shared a thoughtful look, saying everything without even saying anything at all. But then she looked down at my crotch, as I looked down at hers. It was here where I realized I had popped a full boner, and it was clearly evident in my athletic shorts. All six inches of me was standing at attention, sticking straight out in her direction in a tent in my own pants.
It took me a second to realize what she was staring at, before I looked down. My gut reaction was to cover myself, and I stammered to get something out.
"I-- i-- I uh-- gosh I'm so-- ahh you were just-- and I was--"
I was floundering and she could tell. I stopped and met her gaze again. We froze for another five seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
"Ha ha... Hahahahaha!!!" Cassie laughed. I joined her laughter, and we broke down in the hallway in hysterical fits. We laughed for maybe a minute straight.
"Oh gees..." Cassie said, as we laughed our last.
"I'm so glad that turned you on, because I'm so horny I could die."
You guys know that meme, where a giy throws out some heat, seeing if the girl will match his energy, and the girl throws even more heat? That's exactly what this felt like.
"Excuse me?" I said with a grin, eyebrows raised.
"You heard what I said" Cass said, biting her lip.
She walked towards me, and looked me in the eyes. While she certainly took a bold step, I could easily tell she was trying not to panic in hopes that her move would not backfire. Luckily, I was more than ready to match her energy.
I stepped right up to her and kissed her, softly. I held her face with one hand, and pulled away. We shared a look of pure desire, but also of a kind of bliss. A look of "finally, we're here."
I kissed her again, hard this time, and I pulled her right up next to me..my boner poked her in the lower stomach, but neither of us cared. I ran my hands up and down her back, slowly making my way down to her rear. She was running her hands through my hair and up and down my back.
I finally got bold enough to feel her massive bulge, and I swear I could have died it was so incredible. It was still warm, and sagged her leggings incredibly low while still hugging her ass. I gave out a moan, which really set Cassie off. She broke off our kiss and took a step back.
"Is this as hot for you as it as for me?" She asked.
"Hotter." Was all I could reply.
She took my hand, turned, and walked us into my room and shut the door. Thank God my parents wouldn't be home for another hour!
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If you guys like this story and want to see more of Connor and Cassie, let me know! I have ideas on how this might go forward. Maybe Cassie reveals she's always been into this, maybe it's new for her, maybe she gets into diapers, who knows! |
*Hi all! I’m back, yet again, on the fiction forum. This time I have a fully fictional story for you, I just like the scenario. I hope to make this girl a recurring character. Thank y’all for all the support so far on this account, and I hope you enjoy as always! (Sorry if the choice in movie is weird btw, just needed a long one for the desperation setup lol)*
Sara pulled up to the movie theater dressed as she normally would, black Slipknot t-shirt (matching her vulgar demeanor), tight blue jeans, and black Vans, plain brown and white striped panties underneath. She wasn’t wearing a bra for this outing. Sara was Hispanic, and a bigger girl. But standing at 5’5”, she looked more chubby than fat. Due to this, her breasts and butt were both ample sizes. However, also due to her size, she didn’t have much luck with men. Sara tied her black, curly hair into a ponytail and walked into the theater.
This particular movie theater held older movie showings the first weekend of every month, which was exactly why Sara was here. She wanted to see Titanic, as she had never seen it before and wanted to see if the hype was overblown or not. She wanted to experience this alone, as most of her regular movie friends were talkers, leading Sara to miss a lot when she saw movies with them.
Sara bought her ticket, along with a large popcorn and soda, and sat right in the middle of the theater for the best view possible. Given that Titanic was an over 3-hour movie, it would have an intermission for bathroom breaks. Sara saw this as silly, as she was very good at holding her pee. Sara was always the last of her friends to use the restroom when they were out drinking, but figured she would use it as a chance to stretch her legs anyway.
Sara gulped down her 48oz soda in only about 15 minutes. At the movie’s hour, Sara felt a twinge in her bladder. She was initially confused as to why she was feeling the sodas effects so quickly, then remembered that she was also holding a large coffee from this morning as well. She sighed at the thought of having to use a public restroom, and was a little embarrassed after she had made fun of the idea just an hour ago. Shit. Sara thought. So maybe I do need the bathroom.
As the movie’s intermission approached, Sara was becoming restless. Her bladder was filling FAST. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find a comfortable position. When her legs weren’t crossed, her hands were gripping her large thighs while her right knee bounced quickly. Sara was outright too proud to hold herself, even if she wouldn’t be seen. Oh man… gotta piss.
The intermission finally arrived, and Sara stood up, making a beeline for the bathroom. Every step made her more uncomfortable, all her urine sloshing around inside her. As she rounded the corner, she saw a line of about 5 girls. “Of fucking course!” Sara hissed to herself, getting in line.
There was only 10 minutes until Sara had to be back in the theater, and she doubted she would make it in time if the line kept moving as slowly as it was. Sara crossed her arms and winced as a wave hit. She shifted her weight and bounced three times, making her braless tits jiggle. Come on… hurry the fuck up… I’m gonna fucking wet myself. The line moved. Two more people stood between Sara and a stall. She checked her phone. One minute. Shit shit shit! I’m so fucking close! Sara thought frantically. Crossing her legs tight, she rubbed her thighs rapidly. Then, in a move that shocked even a part of herself, Sara stepped out of line and jogged back to the theater. Whether it be out of pride, sheer stupidity, or both, Sara was determined to hold it until the movie ended. I can hold it… I’m not gonna lose it.
Sara sat back down in the back of the theater in case she needed to squirm. Sitting made her feel a little better, but this, along with her determination, only lasted about 30 minutes. As soon as the Titanic began to fill with ocean water, Sara’s desperation returned with a vengeance, and her resolve began to crumble. She imagined the cabins filling with water as her bladder, bursting at the seams. Her bladder apparently enjoyed this image, as Sara let out a large spurt along with a quiet moan. She smashed her thick legs together, gripping her chair’s arm rests and stopping the flow quickly. Sara used her phone screen to inspect the damage. There was already a large wet spot on her blue jeans. She couldn’t leak again, or it would be obvious that she was desperate the second she stood up. Sara moved up in her seat and bounced desperately, hands still clutching the arm rests. “Goddamn I have to piss!” She whispered through gritted teeth.
Sara could no longer stay still. The sounds and sights of water engulfed her as the Titanic continued to sink on screen. Sara’s knees both bouncing restlessly, her legs crossed and uncrossed; she even gave in once in a while and gave her crotch quick squeezes, feeling the wetness on her crotch. Sara hadn’t been paying attention to the plot of the movie since her first leak, but was still too proud to go pee before the movie ended. “15 minutes… 15 minutes… God, I have to piss so fucking bad” Sara whispered.
The second the credits were rolling, Sara was out of her seat, nearly running to the bathrooms. Again, rounding the corner, she found a line of about 5 girls. No… I have to go right fucking now! Despite her frantic thoughts, Sara knew she didn’t have any other choice than to wait. She got in line again, hands on her hips as she bounced subtly. Gotta go gotta go! Sara moaned internally.
Thankfully, this time around, the line was moving faster. Sara bounced and crossed her legs, once again jiggling her large breasts. She somehow managed to keep her hands off of her crotch, crossing her arms over her chest or using them to fix her jeans. That is, until she heard the toilet flush with two girls in front of her. Her bladder sent a strong spasm through her, and she was forced to grab her crotch with both hands while scissoring her legs. “Ohhh fffffuck I gotta piss!” Sara whispered, grateful that no one was behind her in line. As the wave subsided, an embarrassed Sara quickly removed her hands from her crotch, only to be hit by another wave of desperation that sent a second large spurt out of her peehole. “Mmmm” Sara moaned louder this time as she felt pee begin to flow down the sides of her legs. Another crotch grab, this time with leg crossing and ample bouncing, was able to stem the flow. Sara was afraid to look down, and found a wet spot that covered her whole crotch and half of her inner thighs when she finally did. Mercifully though, the line was now gone, and Sara only needed to wait for one of the two stalls to vacate.“Come on come on come ooooon… I really have to fucking piiiss!!”
Sara, now full-on pee dancing, watched intently for a stall door to open. Neither did. Instead, Sara’s floodgates began to open. Three more long squirts came, the last once splattering loudly on the bathroom’s tile floor. Sara stomped in place while clutching her crotch to stop herself from fully giving in, feeling her feet squish in her now wet shoes. Oh God… I can’t hold it! Sara had practically wet herself already, the stain extending all the way to the bottom of her jeans. However, she refused to fully give in. She pounded on the stall doors, dancing in her soaked jeans. “Hurry up! I’m literally fucking pissing myself out here!” Sara yelled without restraint. She was told to hold on as a toilet flushed, she spurted again, and then exploded. “Ahh… fuck… gotta piss… no!” Pee thrashed out of Sara, soaking the rest of her tight jeans. More than the relief she was feeling was the anger of not being able to hold on. She was an adult woman who had just wet herself two feet from a toilet. Sara walked out of the restroom and the theater before anyone could question her or make fun of her. Back in her car, she angrily hit the steering wheel, promising herself she would never lose control again.
TO BE CONTINUED… |
Hassan crossed his legs as the bus AC blasted cold air at him. He had been trying to turn the damn thing off for the past hour and a half, but the dial was broken, so he had no choice but to endure.
A strong spasm from his bladder made him wince, and the man in the seat next to him looked over. “Everything alright, son?” The older man asked.
“Yes, yes,” Hassan replied, sitting up straighter. “It’s just my muscles cramping from being on the bus this long.” He didn’t want to admit that he was absolutely bursting to pee at 18 years of age.
He was traveling to the nearby town of Peshawar to visit his aunt Anita during the winter vacations, and although it was just supposed to be a short two-hour bus ride, some construction along the highway had forced them to reroute.
He squeezed his thighs together and steeled his resolve. He was desperate for sure, but it was only a little while longer to go, and he had no choice but to endure the pain for the remainder of the journey.
I just wish it wasn’t this cold, he thought to himself.
They were nearing their destination, but this meant that the bus was now having to navigate the heavy city traffic. He cursed under his breath as they stopped at another red light, and slyly slipped a hand between his legs to hold himself directly.
The man sitting next to him was scrolling through his phone, so he wasn’t any wiser as to where Hassan had put his hand. He felt another strong twinge in his bladder, and once more he had to tense every muscle in his body to hold on.
He hadn’t had to pee this bad for so many years now. He was always careful with going to the bathroom, so this sort of situation was unprecedented for him.
The bus crept along slowly, and Hassan’s need increased with every passing second. By the time the bus finally stopped, and the pressurized doors sprang open, Hassan was almost doubled over by the pain of holding it.
He got to his feet, legs squished tightly against each other, and shuffled through the aisle. Even the few steps that it took to get down from the bus to the ground were torture for his sloshing bladder.
Unsurprisingly, his aunt was already waiting for him when he got out of the bus. “Hey.” She smiled at him, and then frowned seeing his condition. “Is everything alright, Hassan?” She asked.
Hassan just shuffled past her towards the large sign that read ‘TOILET’. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said. “I’ll be back.”
“Oh,” was all his aunt said as he half-walked, half-hobbled through the bus terminal. He rushed into the bathroom, and found the first stall with an empty door. He rushed inside, kicked the door closed with his foot, and then started struggling with his belt.
“Fuck,” he cursed, when his belt put up some resistance. “No.” He felt another strong surge from his bladder, and a shiver ran up his spine as a small spurt of pee forced its way through his peehole and stained the front of his boxers.
Thankfully, that was the exact moment that his belt came undone.
He pulled his pants down in one swift go and almost instantly after he lost control of his bladder, a thick stream pouring out into the bowl.
“Fuuuuck,” he sighed, and braced himself against the wall as he continued to pee. It was scary how he had lost control, but it had only been for a second. His jeans were still dry, and there was barely a wet spot on his boxers. It had been a close thing, but he had made it in the end.
Of course he had. He was a grown boy who was heading off to college next year. He was here to teach a basic programming course to younger children in his aunt’s school. There was no way he had ever been in any real danger.
And the small wet spot on his boxers, well, how was that any different from times when he would forget to shake his thing after he was done peeing and a little bit of wetness would sneak through?
He finished peeing, washed his hand, and made his way back to the bus where his aunt was still waiting for him.
“I hope you made it in time,” she laughed lightly as she said this, and Hassan fought off a blush.
Even if he had never been in any real danger of having an accident, he had still behaved rather childishly in front of his aunt.
He laughed, a little unconvincingly, alongside her. “Of course I did aunty, quit pulling my leg.” He was a grown up now, and he would make sure his aunt knew it.
“Let’s get going then,” she said. “I already went ahead and got your bag from the luggage compartment, and I’m sure you’re famished.”
They loaded his bags into the trunk of her car, and they set off for her home.
Hassan’s aunt Anita was a pretty woman in her late 30’s. She had been married to his dad’s younger brother before he passed away six years ago, but the family was still close with her. Hassan had never admitted it to anyone, but he had always had a little crush on aunt Anita.
It wasn’t anything weird. And they weren’t related anyway, so it didn’t matter. She was still a very attractive woman. She had fair skin, a round but pretty face, and an hourglass figure.
As they drove towards her home, she asked him about all the courses he would take when he finally went off to college. She talked about the challenges of running her own school, and how teaching a small course to younger children would help with his college applications.
They went home, ate a traditional meal of Kabuli Pulao, and then watched some T.V for a few more hours.
“I think we better turn in then,” his aunt said at around 10:00 p.m. “It’s a school night.”
They said their goodnights, Hassan gulped down another glass of water, and then they went into separate rooms to drift off to sleep.
To be continued |
Chapter 2:
Hassan was back in the bus, only this time he needed to go much much worse. And to top it all off, the bus now had a burst tyre. He shuffled his way across the aisle, hands buried in his crotch, until he met the hostess at the front.
"How long are we gonna be stopped for?" He asked, hopping from one foot to the other like a child.
"Why?" The hostess laughed at him. "Do you have to go potty?"
"What?" He blushed beet red. "No. I just mean —" But before he had a chance to deny the accusation the entire bus started laughing at him. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he ran off the bus, and found himself sitting in Mr.Kiyani's classroom. "Sir!" He raises his hand. "Can I please be excused?"
"Why?" The old teacher asked him. "Are you having trouble holding it in?"
And again, before he could even get a word out, the entire class started laughing at him once more.
He ran out of the classroom, and found himself sitting in the car with his aunt.
"Hassan," she looked at him. "Just try and hold it in for a while. I'll try to find a rest area up ahead."
But Hassan was nearing the end of his line. He twisted one leg across the other, and grabbed as tightly as he could to his dick to stop the unthinkable from happening. Before long, his aunt stopped the car, and looked at him with a worried expression. "Just get out and go here," she said. "There's no one around to see you."
Hassan did as commanded, but as soon as he stepped out of the car he found himself in a crowded supermarket with a sign for the toilets no where in sight.
He was fast approaching the end of his endurance.
"Shit," he cursed, as a particularly strong spasm from his bladder made him wince. "I can't hold it for much longer. I have to go NOW."
He looked around frantically until his eyes fell upon a large water bottle on display in one of the aisles. "Desperate measures," he muttered to himself, and grabbed the bottle of the counter. He pulled his pants down in the middle of the store, his bladder close to bursting, and just as he was about to let loose inside the bottle his eyes shot open.
Suddenly, he wasn't inside a bus or a car or his classroom or even a supermarket. He was in bed, in a room he didn't quite know. And he was absolutely bursting for a pee.
He squirmed, twisting his legs and grabbing at his crotch as another strong wave of desperation spasmed through his body.
It took a few seconds to piece together how he'd gotten here.
He was in his aunt's house, in the guestroom. He had come here last night, and he had drank an excessive amount of water last night before bed.
He cursed his stupidity and threw off the covers.
His blue pajamas were wrinkled and streaked with sweat as he jumped off the bed, jolting his bladder.
The bathroom was right across the living room, but in his current situation, he felt that it might well have been a dozen miles away.
Still, he had no choice but to get there, even if it meant a lot of painful steps.
He steeled himself one final time, and hands still buried into his crotch, started running towards the bathroom. His bladder threatened to burst with every step he took, and his aunt — who had already gotten up and was sitting in the living room sipping her tea — called out to him as he ran across the floor.
"Hassan?" She asked, as he bolted to the bathroom. "What happened?"
He didn't bother answering, and ran straight through the door, slipping his trousers down even before he'd reached the toilet bowl. He released a powerful stream as soon as he reached the toilet, and sighed in relief as the bathroom steamed with his golden release. He only noticed the door was open when his aunt coughed, rather deliberately, from where she sat in the living room.
Had he been showing her his buttocks the entire time he stood here with his pants down? Just the thought made him blush. When he finally finished his business and turned around to face the door, he found his aunt's eyes glued to the T.V. But he could be fairly certain that she had gotten a good view of his backside as he pulled his pants down.
How humiliating!
Still, there was nothing to be done. These things happened from time to time, and he hoped that she wouldn't bring it up.
He washed his hands, cleaned up, brushed his teeth and exited the bathroom to join his aunt in the living room. She looked up she saw him coming, and gave him a warm smile.
"You really had to go, huh?" She asked, the smile still on her face.
He scratched his head and laughed lightly as he took a seat across from her. "Ha ha ha," he said, trying to make light of the situation. "I shouldn't have drank all that water before bed last night. It really caught up with me fast." It had been an embarrassing situation for sure, but there was never any real danger of him actually having an accident. These things happened to everyone. Sometimes you needed to go really bad and it would hurt for a bit, and all you could do as a grown up was endure the pain until you found a bathroom.
That's what it was like for everyone. Even his aunt must have those situations happen to her from time to time.
It wasn't like those times when he was still 12 and had the occasional bedwetting accidents. That time was far behind him. He was a grown up now. On his way to college. Heck, he was here to be a teacher in his aunt's school.
If anything, this uncanny ability to hold his pee back for long periods of time was a good thing. It would help him during long sessions with the children and during tough exams when he finally went off to college.
"I'll introduce you to the class today," Aunt Anita said as she finished her tea. "You just get to know them for now. A lot of them are almost your age."
"Oh," I said. "I thought they'd be younger."
"A few are," she replied. "But most of them are 17 or 18 like you. They just aren't as advanced at computer programming like you are."
I blushed at the compliment, and Aunt Anita smiled warmly at me once again.
"And in the evening," she said, getting up with her cup and making her way for the kitchen sink. "I'm attending a teacher's conference across town. You should come with me. I hear the catering is really good."
"That sounds like a great idea," I smiled back at her and rose to my feet. I was an adult after all. It only made sense that I taught classes and attended conferences.
To be continued... |
Chapter 3:
CONTENT WARNING: CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF POOP DESPERATION. AND A NON-EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF MESSING
The school was just a short 5 minute walk away from Aunt Anita's home.
Hassan dressed in a grey pair of briefs, some blue jeans, and a button-down shirt with a sweater on top. His aunt wore the tradition dress of a black Shalwar Kameez (A light, pleated trousers that were tight around her hips and a tunic on top.) And she wore a grey woolen blazer on top to combat the cold. They both looked professional as they walked to the school.
Aunt Anita introduced Hassan to the class he'd be teaching, and just like she'd said, most of the students were around his age. One girl in particular caught Hassan's eye. Her name was Maryam and she was just a couple of months younger than him. As soon as he laid eyes upon her, he decided that she was really pretty. She looked good in her white uniform shalwar kameez with her light brown hair left open.
He hit it off with her immediately, and he could tell that she was interested too.
Hassan didn't teach that day, he just used the 90 minute period to get to know the students and explained what sort of course they'd be doing. Hassan had already done some advanced programming courses in his spare time, which made him qualified to teach this class.
After the final bell rang, most of the students dispersed, but Maryam hung out with him for another hour before she , too, walked home. Hassan made his way to the principal's office — the principal in this case being his aunt, and knocked on her door.
"Come in," she said, and he entered.
"Do you think we can go back home now?" He asked. All the students left.
"Oh, I still have some reports to check. Do you mind waiting around for a bit?"
"Sure," he said. "But don't we need to leave for the conference pretty soon?"
"I think we'll just go from here," she replied. "We don't have to go back home."
"What about your car?" He asked.
"We'll just take a cab," she replied.
"Oh, alright aunty," he said, and then excused himself to go visit the restroom. He hadn't a chance to go since this morning, and he wanted to feel light as he went to the conference.
An hour or so later his aunt was done, and they both walked out onto the road where they hailed a cab and went over to the conference which was being held at a hotel across town. His aunt talked to the taxi driver in the local language Pashto which Hassan wasn't familiar with since it wasn't spoken in his hometown.
The conference passed by wonderfully. Hassan got to meet a lot of very educated people, and he learned a lot of things about the education industry in this part of the country. His aunt's school even won an award in the 'emerging schools' category. After the conference, the Peshawar Secondary Education association had hosted a dinner for all the attendees, and owing to the fact that they had barely eaten anything all day, Hassan and his aunt ended up overindulging quite a bit.
After all was said and done, they found themselves out in the cold night, on a barely empty road in search for another taxi. Peshawar wasn't a very big city, and people would shut up shop pretty quickly which meant that there wasn't a lot of activity during the night. So although it was barely 10 p.m. the road was almost completely empty.
Hassan had been feeling the effects of all the juices he'd during the conference, as well as all the food he'd eaten. Combine that with the cold December air, he was getting quite desperate for the toilet. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered, pressing his legs closer together as he looked over at his aunt who was even now trying to hail a taxi.
"Aunty," he said. "Do you think we can walk back to the hotel and visit the restroom before leaving?" There was no shame in asking of course. It was a practical decision.
"Oh," she said. "I kind of have to go too." Now that she mentioned it, he realized that her body language had been a little uncomfortable as well. He scanned her lower body to see the telltale signs of desperation. She was swaying and moving her lower body subtly as she stood in the cold. "All that food is making its way right through me." She rubbed her belly and gave him a nervous laugh.
He laughed lightly along with her.
"So," Hassan said. "Let's head back inside? It'll just take a couple of minutes."
"That's a good idea," she had just finished speaking when they saw a beaten down yellow cab heading their way.
She hailed the cabby with a wave, and he stopped right in front of them.
"Garden Block jana hai. Kitna lo gay, bhai?" (Translation: How much will you charge, sir. We have to go to Garden Block.)
"500," the cabby, a man in his 50's, replied. And after a brief round of negotiations, they decided on a fare of 450 for the trip.
"Lets' go, Hassan." She turned to Hassan, who was caught in two minds.
"Don't you want to go to the bathroom?" He asked, secretly hoping that she'd say yes.
"It'll be harder to find another cab this late," she said. And he felt the muted sound of his aunt farting. She went on like nothing happened. Maybe she thought that he didn't notice. "We'll just go to the bathroom at home."
"Alright," Hassan said, and got into the cab. "It was only a 20 minute drive after all." He would bear the discomfort for a little while longer.
They both got into the backseat and the driver set off their destination.
Just a few hundred meters into their drive, his Aunt popped open the window and asked Hassan to do the same. "It feels stuffy in here," she told him. "You had better open your window."
Hassan, despite the adverse effects the cold wind would have on his bladder, did as she had asked.
The real reason Anita wanted the windows open was because she knew she wouldn't complete the trip without a few farts slipping out. She sat as close to the window as possible, and kept subtly lifting her butt to fart every few minutes without Hassan or the driver being any wiser about it.
"It's really cold," Hassan said, his thighs now constantly pressed against each other. "And I need to go to the bathroom too."
"Tell me about it," his aunt replied, releasing another subtle fart. "I feel all of that food brewing inside me now. Probably shouldn't have eaten that much."
"I guess you're right." Hassan chuckled alongside her, making light of a situation that was very quickly becoming worse.
A few more minutes in and he had to resort to holding himself. His aunt was desperate for the bathroom as well, but she was doing a much better job at hiding that fact from her fellow passengers.
"Is everything alright?" She asked Hassan, when she saw him with his hand between his legs.
"Yea," he smiled nervously. "Just need the bathroom."
"Me too." She rubbed her belly again. "I don't know why its taking so long."
At that exact moment, Hassan felt a powerful surge from his bladder and he doubled over.
"What happened?" His aunt asked, visibly worried about Hassan.
"Nothing," he reiterated, with less confidence this time. "How much longer till we get home?"
"I'll ask the driver," she said, and then switched to speaking pashto, a language Hassan did not know. "Itni der kyu lag rhi hai bhhaiya?" (T:Why is it taking so long?)
"Ring road pe construction ho rhi hai. Hum doosra raasta lenge." (T: There's construction on the ring road, we have to take a detour.) The driver replied.
"What did he say?" Hassan asked, rubbing his thighs against each other now.
"There's construction on the road up ahead," his aunt explained. "I think it'll take another 15 minutes before we get home."
"Oh," was all Hassan could say. He was now constantly squirming in his seat. "Do you think he can find a place to stop somewhere? Some public bathroom or something." He was embarrassed to admit that he was this desperate, but it was the grown up thing to do.
His aunt had her own, somewhat selfish, reasons for not wanting to stop. "I think we should wait until we get home," she said to Hassan. "We're almost there anyway." While she knew they would probably find a place where Hassan could pee, her need would only be addressed when they got home. She couldn't very well poop on the side of the road. Besides, it wasn't that far now anyway.
Still, she felt bad for making Hassan wait longer, so she asked the driver to speed up. "Bhhaiya thora tez chalao, bachay ko pishi lagi hai" she said to him in pashto. (T: Can you please drive a little faster? The kid has to pee.)
The driver chuckled lightly before replying. "Ab itna bhi bacha nai ye, mam. 10 min mein pohanch jayenge." (T: He doesn't look that young. We'll be home in 10 minutes.)
Hassan, of course, didn't know what was being said.
The ten minutes seemed to stretch out like an eternity. Hassan's condition got exponentially worse with every passing second. Anita was feeling the effects too, and was sitting in a butt clenched position almost constantly, but Hassan had it much worse. He was finding it hard to sit still. His legs were twisted across one another, both hands were pressed tightly over his crotch, and he would have to resort to rubbing his butt on the scruffy seat underneath every few seconds.
"Car rides when you have to go are the worst." Anita smiled sympathetically at Hassan as she, too, moved her butt across the seat in an obviously desperate manner. She wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in his desperation. That she was struggling exactly like he was.
But, a few seconds later, when they were only about a couple of minute's driver from Anita's home, Hassan felt a surge powerful enough to defeat his defenses.
A solitary spurt of hot, golden pee raced out of his peehole and stained his grey briefs. He clenched with every muscle in his body to stop the flow. As he regained control, he felt the pee soak into the crotch of his boxers in a small circle. He peeked down nervously, and removed his hands for just a second to confirm that there was no wetness showing on the front of his jeans.
Thankfully, there wasn't.
Good. He thought to himself. It's just gonna be another minute or so. And I didn't leak enough for it to be visible.
"Almost there." His aunt was also moving quite desperately on the seat. Although Hassan couldn't see it from where he sat, but she had her left hand placed underneath her butt pushing her cheeks together. "Haven't had to go this badly in ages." She smiled at Hassan again.
Hassan could only nod.
But even as he nodded nervously at his aunt, he felt his defenses give way once more.
He tried with every ounce of willpower he had to block the oncoming flow. He pushed together his thighs as close as they would go, he twisted his legs as tightly as he could, and he pressed down on his dick with all the force he could safely muster. Yet all of his efforts were powerless to stop his sphincter muscle from relaxing.
His peehole opened, and he felt hot pee gusher forward into his underwear. Even as the liquid filled his underwear, he kept trying to clench shut. Unfortunately, he had reached the end of his endurance.
Anita, unaware of what had just started on the seat right next to her, farted once more as they turned from the main road. She was glad that they were almost home. But Hassan was hot in the face as golden shame spread across his lower body.
The pee arced out of his dick to hit his briefs first. The crotch of the briefs got warm with the fresh heat of his urine, and then his shame spread downwards across his clenched inner thighs. He felt a strong blush rise up his neck as he felt the pee wetting his crotch, his thighs, and then running down to his quivering buttocks. He kept trying to stem the flow throughout, but with every passing second his muscles lost whatever little control he still had over his body, and the stream continued to get stronger.
Anita didn't notice for the first ten seconds of the accident, but once the acidic waft of urine started filling the car, she looked at her 18 year old nephew with shock in here eyes.
"Hassan," she half-whispered, half gasped, covering her mouth to hide her surprise as she watched the top of her nephews jeans glisten with fresh wetness. "You did it in your pants?"
Hassan had no answer. He could only stare with teary eyes at his crotch as he continued to humiliate himself. And to make matters worse, now that his bladder had released, his backdoor desperation was also demanding release.
Hassan kept peeing for about thirty seconds. His thighs and crotch were absolutely soaked, and his butt was positively drenched. A large shameful stain had bloomed on the seat under his buttocks, spreading out a long way to either side of where he sat. When the car finally came to a stop in front of his aunt's house, he had finally finished peeing.
"Ye badboo kesi hai?" The driver asked, as he stopped the car.(T: what's that smell?)
Anita didn't know what to do or say. Hassan just sat there silently sniffling in the aftermath of an accident. She couldn't believe that she'd witnessed the 18 year old boy peeing his pants. And she had no idea on how to explain the incident to the cab driver.
After a brief period where everyone sat there stunned, Anita finally put together her wits and handled the situation. She was a 39 year old woman who had been running a school all by herself for nearly 5 years now. She was used to the occasional teenager having this sort of accident.
Although most of those teenagers were closer to 13 or 14 unlike her 18 year old nephew.
She pulled Hassan out of the car, and explained to the driver what had happened. The driver was, understandably, very upset with how his suit had been ruined, but Anita managed to resolve the situation by paying him some extra money and apologizing profusely.
After sending him on his way, they walked over the front gate and Anita got her keys out. She bent over and put the keys in as she hopped from foot to foot. She had dropped all pretense after what Hassan had just done, and now farted quite loudly as her nephew stood sniffling in his wet and baggy jeans in the cold December air.
"It's alright," she tried to console him. "These things happen sometimes. When you hold it for too long, every now and then you end up going in your pants." It wasn't that normal at all, really. Especially not for a boy of Hassan's age, but she figured it was okay to lie for the sake of consoling him.
She farted once more as she managed to get the door opened, and then shuffled across her living room to rush into the bathroom.
Hassan followed silently after his aunt. Ever since his release in the car, his poop desperation had mounted steadily, and now as he saw his aunt disappear behind the bathroom door, he felt a powerful surge from his bowels. He had been too embarrassed to ask her to let him go first, and since the home only had one bathroom, he had no choice but to wait outside until his aunt finished her business.
Inside the bathroom, Anita made a mad dash for the toilet seat. She reached it just in time, pulled down her shalwar and her panties, and planted her butt on the porcelain. She sighed as she relieved herself, thankful for finally being free of the discomfort of having to hold it.
Outside, however, Hassan neared the end of his limit once more.
His legs and his butt felt extra cold now tha his pee had cooled down. And he shivered outside the door as his aunt took her sweet time. Finally, on the brink of another release, he knocked on the bathroom door. "Aunty," he said, his voice shaking with both desperation and humiliation. "How much longer will you be in there? I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Just a minute," Anita replied from inside, a little bit confused as to why Hassan still wanted to visit the restroom. Hadn't he already emptied his bladder in the taxi? Her question was answered after she finished her business, washed her hands and made her way out of the bathroom.
Hassan, almost immediately after his aunt had told him to wait another minute, had lost yet another battle. He had clenched with all his might, but he could only whimper lightly as his body betrayed him and a soft mess escaped into the back of his already damp briefs.
He felt tears stream down his cheeks as he filled those briefs with another humiliating accident.
When Anita finally walked out of the bathroom, she saw her nephew sniffling once more as he stared at the ground. There was another small puddle around his feet, and freshly wet streaks that ran down the insides of his legs. That wasn't the worst of it though. Because her 18 year old nephew's jeans sagged extra hard from behind under the weight of a bulge.
"Oh, Hassan," she said, as she looked at the sorry figure he cut. "You went #2 in your pants as well?"
Again, Hassan had no answer.
The story was slow for the first few chapters, but it will pick up now. Following chapters will include some pullups and adult diapers. |
She Just Simply Couldn't Hold It Anymore
(This is the first story that I have ever written on my own. I like the simple things. Just a girl, loosing control and peeing her pants on accident. I'm not much into the long form stories where we have to go through pages of backstory just to get to the good parts. Instead I just like to focus on a well written scene of the accident happening in real time. So I decide to try my hand at crafting such a scene myself. Just a simple scene where a girl tries to get to the bathroom but instead goes to the bathroom in her pants. Nothing special beyond that basic premise. I hope you enjoy.)
Caught in the labyrinth of the Shopping Mall corridors, Lily found herself in a daunting predicament. She had spent the last hour stuck in traffic, due to road construction and now, the urgency was intense, and she swiftly directed her steps toward the sanctuary of the restroom.
As she walked, every step seemed to amplify the urgent call of her bladder. Lily quietly whispered a prayer,
“Oh God, not now, please.”
But the plea to a higher power did little to alleviate her situation.
The bathroom sign seemed to mock her from its distant position. And though she was unaware of what was about to happen, right then and there, it was over. She was going to go in her pants.
Lily stopped and put her hands between her legs and softly whimpered:
“Nooo! Pleeease!”
And as her voice trailed off, the first unwanted spurt escaped, quickly filling her panties with warmth and wetness, seeping through them and wetting the inside fabric of her tight blue jeans, causing a small wet spot to appear in the lower front of her crotch.
The initial dampness that bloomed on her jeans sent a panic through her. Lily couldn’t believe it! She was actually starting to pee her pants.
“This couldn’t be real.” She thought to herself.
But then came another spurt. And seconds later, another. The relentless rhythm made the wet patch grow a little more. It was warm at first, then cold and uncomfortable against her skin. Then suddenly warm once again as yet a third spurt escaped from her tired, tiny pee hole. This caused the wet spot to grow to the size of a grapefruit, which also stretched between her legs and began to show in the back of her butt. It WAS real and it was happening to HER. She was losing control and she needed to act fast before it got too far out of hand.
She tried to quicken her pace, all the while pleading in her mind,
“Please, God, not here, not now.”
But her speed seemed to correlate directly with her loss of control. Another spurt, then another, longer this time, made the wet patch spread from the front to the middle of her jeans. She could feel the warmth seeping through her underwear, the wetness a stark reminder of her losing battle.
Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of desperation and humiliation.
“No! No! No! nooooo!.”
She begged silently, but another spurt followed, then another. Each release was stronger than the last, each wave leaving her jeans wetter, the darkened fabric a testament to her ordeal. The wetness now just above her knees on the front and back. Her crotch glistening with each step she took as each step forced another spurt, further soaking her lower half.
If any one would have looked up at this time, they would have seen a 22 year old girl, caught right in the middle of the process. Her crotch glistened with wetness, while struggling to hold it in. Unwilling to give up but unable to stop the pee from continuing to come through. The wetness slowly but steadily expanding, overtaking the dry parts of her light blue jeans, one inch at a time as each new spurt escapes her and enters into her jeans through her pee soaked panties.
With only a few more steps to the restroom, her control wavered completely. With all of her last effort she stood still and tried to hold it in but her body made the decision for her. Her vision began to blur. Her ears started to ring. And then she heard nothing, as if all of her senses focused in on one thing. And that was when she started fully, and without control, going to the bathroom in her panties and jeans.
She could feel her body forcefully relax and bladder fully open. As the pee started down the urethra to the tip of her pee hole, she didn’t have much time to think but with her eyes closed and with tears rolling down her face, she cried out,
“Ohhhh Noooo! ”
Then the main event began as her pee pushed passed her labia without resistance, just as if she was sitting on the toilet and letting it go on her own. With a sudden burst and a loud hiss, she could feel the wetness splash against her panties and fall back towards her girl parts, racing behind her, instantly wetting her butt and inner thighs. The sudden wetness quickly spread to the back of her jeans, all of the way down to her socks and into her shoes. The warmth of it making her whimper softly.
The once distant thought of losing control was now a reality, and she felt a tear escape, trailing down her cheek. The hissing and gurgling sound of her pee pushing against and then through her panties, was the only sound she could hear. The warm wetness gently massaging the inner and outer lips of her labia, creeping up her butt, moving past her inner thighs and finally down her drenched legs, was the only thing she could feel. She was fully entranced as if this moment was all that existed in reality.
This final wave came just as she reached the restroom door, leaving her jeans completely soaked. Her shoes squelched as she walked, a large puddle forming in her wake. When Lily finally regained some control and came back to reality, she hung her head down in shame and started to cry.
But still she had to pee and since she had already gone this far with it, she went ahead and finished going in her pants. This time on purpose; forcefully pushing out the remaining pee from her bladder, through her now soaked panties and straight into her jeans. The hissing sound once again started up and her crotch glistened one final time as she pushed the final stream of pee left in her. Then, 5 seconds later, the hissing died down and the glistening disappeared as she was finally done.
When it was over, shyly she looked up to see that everyone was staring at her in silence. Lilly had just went in her pants, from start to finish, in front of the entire Shopping Mall and there was nothing she could do about it.
The End. For Now. Maybe |
Note: spent a good while on this one, constantly re-writing it and the sort. I think it's ready to see the light of day now. Do keep in mind that last I saw mha was around season 3 and my memory's a little foggy, so apologies if there are any discrepancies with the characters. They're 18 and older here, if you're wondering. Leave some feedback if you can - it would be highly appreciated. Thank you for your time.
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"Oooo, I really need to go, Momo!" came a moan from behind.
"Go? What do you mean 'go'?" asked a confused Yaoyorozu, glancing at the pink girl crossing her legs in the rear view mirror before focusing back on the road.
"I need to pee! Like, really bad." said Mina, still squirming and chuckling a little. She wore skintight blue jeans and a black tanktop along with some sneakers.
Momo was surprised.
"Didn't you go at that rest stop an hour ago like the rest of us?" She asked.
"I diiid!" The squirming girl pouted.
"And you have to go again??"
"Well yeah... But we all had those slushies!"
"And you insisted on getting the extra large one for yourself." Yoayorozu raised her eyebrows, looking at Mina in the mirror.
"Um, well uhh... woops! Hehe"
"Well either way, we just got on the highway and we'll be here for a little while. Do you think you can hold it?"
"I don't knowww" Mina whined "How long till we get to the campsite?"
"I think it's like 30 minutes." Jirou said, sounding bored. She was sat to the right of Mina, looking out the window.
Mina looked at Jirou, her eyes widening.
"Wait, actually..." Jirou turned to face Mina "I think it's somewhere closer to 45 minutes, I think." She winked.
"45 MINUTES?!?" Mina shouted. Her bladder became a lot heavier at this news, forcing the pink girl to grip the seat and re-cross her legs, bouncing them around "Momo is it really that far?!"
"Umm... Actually, that sounds about right." Momo reluctantly replied. She didn't want to disappoint the girl, but there was no point in lying.
"Aw maaan, I can't hold it that looong!!" She laughed at her own predicament. This was ridiculous. Did this mean that there was a real chance she was going to pee her pants today? No no, that couldn't be.
"Don't worry Mina, you'll be fine", "Yeah Mina, you got this!" Said Ochako and Tooru from the seats at the very back.
How precious they both were. She turned and smiled at them.
"I'll do my best!" Said Mina. She tried to sound confident, but an undertone of uncertainty was prevalent in her speech.
Mina then turned her focus back to the seemingly infinite highway in front of them and let out a long sigh. She looked at Tsuyu sound asleep in the seat next to Momo. God, Mina wished she could be her so bad right now. The pink girl ruffled her fluffy hair, trying to be patient and shoo all the thoughts about pee out of her mind, but it just wasn't good enough. Only a couple minutes later she leaned closer to Momo.
"Can't you pull over somewhere?"
"I can't. There's nowhere to pull over."
"Isn't there like a gas station somewhere?"
"Maybe somewhere down the road one of these exits."
"Weeell what about taking one of those exits?"
"I don't want to risk getting lost! Look, I'm really sorry Mina, but you'll have to hold it. We'll be there in a bit, I promise. And hey, if I find something, I'll pull over, okay?"
"Hrrr... okay."
"Just try and hold on, Mina. I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Mm, I hope so."
With that, Mina slumped back in her seat, pouting and bracing for the upcoming hold. She rolled up her tanktop and rubbed her bladder, feeling how full it was despite peeing that hour ago. She figured it was nobody's fault but hers. Why did she decide to take that extra large slushie instead of the small one all the other girls had? Because it was hot, that's why. And she was really thirsty. How jealous she was of all the other girls now. She tried to convince herself that maybe they have to go as well, but the difference in body language told everything. Maybe they did, but nowhere near as bad as Mina. Everyone else's kidneys and bladders probably had a lot less liquid to deal with, unlike Mina's. Her kidneys were hard at work, filling her bladder with everything that she drank. She reckoned that slushie was close to a liter. This will be hard - she was sure of that much.
She tried to keep her mind off her bladder, resorting to looking out the window with her legs crossed. The highway was surrounded by fields and distant forests. Mina kept imagining squating in all the bushes or tree clusters that they passed and letting out an absolute gusher at every one. God, the poor girl wanted to do that so badly, but the sides of the road had barriers, making pulling over impossible, Like Momo said. Mina got angry at whoever designed this highway.
"What kind of moron builds a road like this?? What if someone needs to pull over?? I NEED TO PULL OVER! I HAVE TO PEE!!!"
The car hit a bump, knocking Mina out of her thoughts and conjuring a sudden wave of urine that crashed against the walls of her girlhood. She gasped and her left hand flew to her crotch, repeatedly squeezing it in the hopes of preventing a leak. She strained her muscles until the wave passed. It did, but the next one probably won't go that easily.
"We're getting close though, r-right?"
"Mina it's been like ten minutes since we last said 45 minutes." Came Jirou's response.
"Uggghhh, no wayyy!" Mina groaned, rolling her eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her head against the back of Momo's seat. The girl stared down at her hand and bouncing legs. She noticed that her tummy was starting to stick out a lot.
She felt Ochako's hand on her back. She was making sure not to touch her with all five of her fingers. "It'll be okay. You'll make it. We'll be there before you know it."
"Aww Ochako, I'd hug you, but I think if I do I'll pop!"
They laughed. At least Mina could manage to keep her spirits up.
"Oh, Mina, look!" Yaoyorozu chimed in "There's a gas station up ahead. You want me to stop?"
"OHMYGOD, YES YES YES!" the frantic girl exploded in excitement.
Luckily, this station was in a pocket on the side of the highway. No need to take an exit down god knows where, which Momo was grateful for. It was actually quite crowded, with people near the store, at the tables and just walking around.
"UUUU faster, faster!" Mina pleaded, tapping Yaoyorozu's shoulder as she did.
Momo parked next to two huge buses.
"Alright, make this quick, okay?" she said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just let me out! sssss - oooh." Mina couldn't help but giggle a little at her desperate behaviour. At least it would soon be over.
Jirou opened the door and moved her legs to let Mina get past her. The desperate girl scrambled her way out and, after giving herself one more squeeze, ran to the store.
Yaoyorozu checked their route on her phone. Still on the right track.
Tsuyu was still sound asleep.
Jirou was on her phone, chuckling. Kaminari had sent her some camping memes.
Tooru and Ochako were looking at the store entrance. Waiting for a relieved and relaxed Mina to come out any minute.
The pink girl did come out, a lot sooner than anticipated. Not looking any more relaxed. She ran around the corner of the building. The bathrooms must be there then.
The girls waited, but, yet again, Mina came into view a lot sooner than expected. She was running back to the car, not looking relieved in the slightest.
"Guys, something's up." Ochako called out.
Jirou and Momo got off their phones and looked over to Mina. Jirou opened the door for her just as she arrived. The pink girl climbed back in and collapsed onto her seat, squirming furiously.
"What happened?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"There was a line of like thirty people for a single port-a-potty! I can't wait that long! I'll pee my pants!" Mina replied, squeezing her privates once more.
Yaoyorozu sighed. She'd really hoped this would be over.
"Well alright then. Guess the next stop's gonna be at the campsite."
"Isn't there anywhere else?"
"We'll just have to keep going and see. But we'll probably reach the campsite first." Momo replied, starting the car back up.
"Grrrr, oh my gooood, this is ridiculous!! I have to go so baaad!" She was faning her legs and laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation she was in.
"We're almost at there anyway, sweetie. Just a little longer." Yaoyorozu said, getting back on the highway.
For a while Mina sat hunched forward in her seat. Faning and bouncing her legs around and holding herself. Her bladder was furious at the tease of relief and Mina herself was disappointed beyond measurement. This all could've been over in the blink of an eye, but there just HAD to be two full buses on THIS day, stopping at THAT gas station in particular. The one SHE was supposed to use the bathroom of. The bathroom SHE was supposed to lock herself in and let loose a furious stream strong enough to cut steel. It would've felt so amazing - the relief, probably the sound and speed of her stream too.
All these thoughts made another ache start to build up in her abdomen. She had to aleviate it somehow. Anything to help with the pressure. The pink girl decided to have her right hand join the left in the tight hold between her legs. This was barely doing anything, so she started rocking back and forth in her seat.
"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhh come ooooooon! How are we still on the highway?? I have to pee so baaaaad!" She put her feet up on her seat and hugged her knees, burrying her face in them. She knocked her knees together a bit before bringing her legs back down and resumed squeezing her crotch.
"What, is it really that bad?" Jirou spoke up.
"Oh no, not at all actually- Of course it is!! I feel like I'm gonna piss myself!"
"Calm down Mina" Yaoyorozu interrupted "We're around 20 minutes away now."
"TWENTY?!?"
Mina covered her face and let out a muffled comical groan.
"Mina, I know!" Chirped Tooru "Try unbuttoning your jeans!"
"O-okay."
Still holding herself with one hand, Mina fumbled with the button on her tight jeans with the other. Her pants popped open. Her piss bulge was thankful for the new room, but still relentlesly demanding relief.
"Ohmygodthat'ssomuchbetter. Ooooh I still need to pee super bad thoughhh."
She tried to unzip her jeans as well, but the zipper kept slipping out of her fingers. She gave up on it soon. She needed both hands back in her crotch if she wanted to stay dry anyway.
Jirou chuckled a little. The metaphorical devil on her shoulder whispered an idea to her.
"Oh my god, I should take a picture and send it to Kirishima. I wonder what he'll think of it."
Tooru burst out laughing. "No way! You would actually do that?!"
Ochako let out a small chuckle at the thought as well.
Mina's eyes widened in absolute shock. She sat upright, her whole face blushing a darker shade of pink.
"OHMYGOD DON'T YOU DARE!!"
But Jirou already had her phone out and was looking for the perfect shot.
"JIROU NO!" Mina tried to reach her with her free hand, but found herself being restricted by the seatbelt as it pushed on her sensitive bladder. She instead resorted to covering her flushed face with it.
"JIROU I'M SERIOUS!" Despite saying that, she was laughing herself.
But her cries went unheard as several clicks sounded from Jirou's phone.
"Hehe, I'll send these to Kirishima when we get to the campsiiite~"
"Oh my god Jirou, I can't - ooh - I can't believe you would do that!"
"Hey, you sent Denki pictures of me crossing my legs at that bathroom line! About time I get you back for that." Jirou leaned closer and ruffled Mina's fluffy hair.
"Hehe, didn't he say you looked cute though? I think I really helped you out there." Mina stuck her tongue out at Jirou.
Jirou's cheeks turned red. "Uh-huh, you know what's not gonna help though?"
"W-What?"
"This."
And with that Jirou launched a full-scale tickle assault on Mina who was helpless to defend herself.
"PHAHAHA OHMYGOD JIROU!! HAHA STOP IT, STOP! I'M GONNA PEE, I'M GONNA PEEEE!!!"
But Jirou persisted. She targeted Mina's sides in particular. She knew that was her weak spot. Mina tried to block her attacks as well as she could, but she had to defend not just from Jirou's hands, but also her ear jacks, which had no difficulty reaching and tickling all the spots Mina was trying to hide. She could only afford to block with one hand, as the other was busy holding back the giant pot of piss, dangerously close to spilling over the edges.
Mina pushed herself as far as she could against the door, squirming like crazy and laughing out loud, trying to survive Jirou's assault. Until, inevitably, one of her strikes finally resulted in leakage.
A short, yet powerful, jet of pee escaped her lips and splashed against the front of her grey panties, giving the desperate girl a tasts of the fury her bladder would send her way soon.
"GAH!! OHMYGOD WAIT!!!"
Mina shot her other hand back into her crotch, tensing up and squeezing her girlhood as hard as she could.
Jirou stopped tickling her "Did you just pee yourself?"
"No... Maybe a little" Mina blushed. Once she felt some kind of control again she removed her hands and looked down at the crotch of her jeans. The tiniest little dark spot was visible on the front.
"Look what you made me do!!" Mina stretched the denim of her crotch and leaned to the side, showing it to Jirou.
"Oh wow, how about you hold that pose and let me get another picture?" Jirou reached for her phone witn a devilish grin.
Mina immediatelly gasped and turned to the opposite side, holding herself again. She stared daggers over her shoulder back at Jirou.
"DON'T YOU DARE!!"
Jirou giggled, putting her phone away again.
"Hmph!" Mina pouted at her, resuming a more comfortable holding position "I can't believe you made me leak, Jirou."
"Well sorry, I didn't realize you had to go THAT bad."
"Either way, you're not gonna make me leak again. Yaomomo's - sss aah - car is too nice for that."
"You know what wouldn't be nice though?" Jirou brought her hands and jacks up again.
"NONONO, YOU STAY AWAY!" Mina double-crossed her legs and got ready to karate chop any incoming strikes. Jirou put her hands and jacks down, laughing.
"Hahaaaw man, it must suck so bad for you right now."
Mina recrossed her legs and resumed holding herself and bouncing on the seat. She put on a sad puppy face, jokingly nodding. She kept a humorous attitude about the ordeal. It was all one could do in a situation like this, really.
"Really gotta pee, there's no bathrooms anywhere, we're still far from the campsite..."
Mina kept nodding, playing along.
"You know I think the campsite had a waterfall. Can you imagine all that water? I bet it sounds something like pshhhhhh..."
Mina started laughing.
"JIROU! STOP IT!!"
She leaned closer "PSHHHHH!" She also started to gently poke Mina all over, making her squirm even more.
"STOP IIIIIIIT!"
"Jirou!" Yaoyorozu chimed in "If Mina makes a mess because of you, you'll be the one cleaning it."
Ochako joined in "Yeah Jirou, I think that's enough."
"Alright guys, alright, relax. We're like almost there though, right, Yaoyorozu?"
"Our exit should be in about a couple minutes. Please try to keep my seat dry. How are you holding up, Mina?" She looked in the mirror.
Mina had slid down her seat. Her shirt had rolled up, exposing her midriff and bulge. She had a tight grip between her legs and was wildly faning her legs.
"Oooooh - I'm - mph - doing my best here!"
"Just hold on a little longer. We're almost there."
"Haaaaaaa - I'm trying. I'm really trying." She sat back upright, pushing down on her crotch as hard as she could and bouncing her legs all over. The ache in her bladder had been increasing the whole time and the leak made her realize how fragile her supposed control was.
All the ruckus had finally woken Tsuyu up. She turned in her seat and stretched her arms up and in front before rubing her eyes.
"How far are we, Momo?" She yawned.
"Almost there. Our exit's coming up. How'd you sleep?"
"It was nice. Your seats are very soft." She turned to look back at the other girls. Her gaze immediatelly focused on Mina bouncing and whimpering all over the place. Mina waved at her quickly before putting her hand back where it was needed.
"Hi Tsuyu! Mm..."
"What's happening?" asked a confused Tsuyu.
"Mina's gotta peeee!" Tooru yelled from the very back.
"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary then."
"What?!" Mina turned to Tsuyu.
"Mina, you have the smallest bladder out of all of us. You always end up like this somehow. Especially with how much you drink."
"Hehe, she's right Mina" Jirou chuckled "Remember that time we were on a bus trip? You drank some soda can before that and then about halfway there, you started squirming all over in your seat. As soon as we stopped, you immediatelly ran off to look for a bathroom!"
"Oh, oh Mina!" Tooru raised her invisible hand "Remember that time we were out for coffee and then later you asked me to be on lookout while you went in the park bushes because the lines at the bathrooms were too long?"
"Umm... there was also that time last summer when you made us get off before our stop so you could run into a Mcdonald's bathroom." Ochako admitted, twiddling her fingers.
"You're also always the first to run to the bathrooms after Aizawa's long classes." Yaoyorozu joined in.
"And look at that little bladder now!" Jirou leaned closer, pointing at Mina's bulging piss balloon "Looks like it's really putting up a fight this time!"
"Oh my god, you guysss..." Mina double-crossed her legs again and burried her glowing red face in her hands. She let out a long exagerated groan.
"But hey!" Tooru leaned closer, feeling the need to lift the mood "You made it all those other times so you'll make it this time as well! In fact, isn't that our exit there?" She pointed in the distance.
Mina looked ahead and sure enough an exit was coming up. Yaoyorozu began slowing down and heading towards it.
"We're almost there sweetie. Just a little longer." Momo reassured the desperate girl. They got off the highway. There was a forest farther down the road. The campsite was somewhere there.
"O-okay - mmm..." Mina cupped herself again. She adjusted herself to get her hands as close as she could to her trembling privates. Her hands were sweaty, the only thing keeping her overfilled bladder in check and the rest of her pants dry.
She reminisced on all the events that the girls mentioned: the bus, the park, the McDonald's, the classes and loads of other times the girls didn't know about. She really did have a talent for getting desperate to pee right when there was nowhere to go. She had held on those times and made it mostly dry and, although it will be an extremely close call, she would hold on this time and make it as well.
Even so, this time she was fighting a magnitudes greater battle with her bladder than ever before. By now it HURT. It was stretched to its absolute limit. So utterly full that she felt like a water balloon who's walls were stretched so thin it would explode if a stray gust of wind grazed its sensitive surface and drown the other girls in her piss. The space that she freed up by unbuttoning her jeans had gotten filled by her still expanding bulge now as well. She had both hands in an iron grip around her girlhood. They were absolutely critical in keeping her pants dry. She pressed her legs tighter together to push her hands even closer. Even though every move sloshed the (what felt like) litres of piss inside her, she couldn't sit still. She was squirming and bouncing all over the place, occasionally leting out a moan or a whimper.
The car hit a bump. The content's of Mina's bloated bladder sloshed unexpectedly towards her exit. Mina gasped and squeezed herself harder, feeling drops of pee get closer and closer to coming out.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck, I can't believe how much this hurrrrrrtsss!"
She leaned forward to press down harder on her crotch, gritting her teeth and sweating from the pain.
The girls must have picked on the severity of her situation.
"Mina, are you alright?" asked a worried Ochako.
"I... - ooooo - I don't - haaaa - I don't think I've ever - guh - had to pee this bad in my li-LIIIIFE!"
She lost control for a second at the end. A sharp jet of her pee shot into her panties, re-wetting them. She bounced and squirmed all over the place.
"How - mm - How much f-further?"
"Somewhere around 10 more minutes Mina. We're almost there!" said a stressed Yaoyorozu.
"10 minutes... - mf - oh fuck."
"Isn't there somewhere to pull over?" Ochako called out to Yaoyorozu.
"There's still barriers on both sides. Just hold on a little longer!"
"I'm holding, I'm - aah - hahawww man, you have no idea how much I'm holding! I - guh - I can't believe how much I'm holding!"
Mina was clenching every muscle in her body. She uncrossed her legs and began bouncing them around like there was no tomorrow. It was like she was trying to stomp through the floor of the car.
"Mina" Tsuyu turned to face her "Sit on your heel. It's uh... helped me before." She blushed a little at the end.
"O - sss - okay."
Mina removed her hands to lift herself up a little. She looked down at her crotch. The little wet spot on her jeans had grown ever so slightly. She brought her right foot under herself. Every second she wasn't holding herself she felt her piss crawl closer and closer to her exit. She felt like she was going to completely lose it at the end so as soon as her foot was in place she crashed her upper body down onto her heel, digging it in as deep as she could.
"Hooooooo my goood, that's better. Thank you so much Tsuyu."
"D-don't mention it."
Mina chuckled at Tsuyu's shyness. She's probably been in a situation like this before if she knew to do this.
Mina was grinding on her heel now, rocking on it in all directions like it was some kind of joystick, but the game she was playing right now was turning into a very dangerous one. The spell of her heel was relatively short-lived though and soon she had to hold herself in addition if she was to keep all her hot piss off the seat.
The car began to slow down.
"Okay Mina, this is the turn. 5 more minutes, almost there!" said a nervous Yaoyorozu, turning down a dirt road.
"O-okay - mmm - okay, okay."
Even talking was a challenge. Every muscle was dedicated to holding all her liquid inside. Like piss flooded her bladder, so too did thoughts begin to flood her mind.
"Holy shit, I'm gonna wet myself. I'm actually gonna wet myself. This can't be real. I'm about to piss my pants in Momo's car in front of all the girls. This is insane. I have to pee. It's no use. I have to pee! It hurts so bad! I HAVE TO PEEEE!!"
This was a dirt road so it was more uneven with several potholes. Momo was prioritizing speed above all else so she charged forward to get Mina to a bathroom as fast as possible. This however meant that the car would be tossed around a little. For poor Mina it was agony. She felt herself spurt a little on almost every bump.
"Oh.. OH! Oh that's grEAT! That's fUN!" Even in the face of this torment she found a way to make light of it.
The same couldn't be said about the other girls. They were worried sick over Mina. Once Jirou realized the true scale of Mina's plight, all jokes flew right out of her mind. She leaned closer, putting her hand on Mina's shoulder.
"Hey, just a little longer. We're like right there."
Mina smiled and nodded. The colossal pressure of her bladder and the immense strain on her muscles was making her sweat and even tear up a little. She quickly wiped the sweat and tears away with one hand though, before quickly planting it back in her crotch.
Ochako and Tooru also got closer and held her.
"You're doing good, Mina. Just a little more."
"Look! It's the parking lot."
It finally came into view.
There was a barrier gate to get in so Yaoyorozu had to stop and pay.
"I'll be quick! I'll be quick!" she blurted out, sticking a bill into the machine and waiting for a token.
Mina's heart was pounding and she was breathing heavily. She unbuckled her seatbelt, giving her more freedom to squirm and dance around. She considered jumping out of the car now and making a run for it, but in this state she wouldn't make it that far and she knew that.
The machine dispensed the token and Momo drove in.
"There they are! I see the bathrooms!!" Tooru shouted. At first it was hard to figure out where she was pointing at, but soon they all saw it. They were some distance off the side of the lot, right on the edge of the main clearing.
"Oooooh faster, faster!" Mina whimpered, faning her legs so hard it was as if she was trying smack the pressure away.
"I'll drive closer to it. You just jump right out, okay?" Momo said.
"O - mmm - okay, okay. Assuming I can even run!" Mina let out a strained laugh. She was panting nonstop now, dancing like her life depended on it. "Oh LORD I gotta PISS! I can't hold it much longerrr!"
Yaoyorozu maneuvered through the parking lot. It was actually pretty crowded, but lucklily she didn't have to stop for anyone. She drove right to the side of the lot so Mina had a straight line to the bathrooms.
"Okay! We're here!" She said.
"I'll go with her." Jirou said, opening the sliding door and unbuckling her seatbelt. "Come on, Mina lets go."
Mina looked to her right. It was like Jirou had opened the gates to Heaven, and there on the other end was salvation.
Jirou helped Mina get up and out of the car. As soon as the pink girl stepped on the asphalt of the lot, a leak shot past her clenched lips. She felt the wetness against her hands as her wet spot grew once again.
"Oh SHIIITTT!" She crossed her legs and bent forward. Her ass stretched the denim of her jeans, exposing the top of her panties as she began to bob up and down on the spot, pushing her hands as far up against her crotch as she could. She tried to regain some control, but soon realized it was not coming back. Her bladder had had enough and was getting ready to empty itself no matter what Mina had to say about it.
"We'll park and then find you. Okay?" Said Momo.
"Hurry Mina!", "You got this!" Ochako and Tooru cheered.
"Jirou" Tsuyu called out. She pointed at Mina and signed for a phone.
Jirou got the hint. She nodded and shut the car door. It drove off.
"Come on, Mina. Lets go." She said, putting a hand on Mina's shoulder.
"Wait wait, gimme a minute! - Sssssss - Holy fuck, Jirou, I can't believe how much this hurrrts. I think - sss haaa fuck - I think I might actually wet myself."
"Don't be ridiculous! The bathroom's right there. Come on, final push!"
"O-okay. I - oh no." Mina froze. Her eyes shot wide open. She felt it coming.
"Oh... FUCK FUCK FUCK! I can't hold it anymore!!"
She broke into an all-out sprint. Jirou, surprised, soon followed after her, but was unable to catch up. It was as if having a bursting bladder had given Mina some sort of speed quirk. She was so determined to get to a bathroom as fast as possible, it's unlikely even Iida could have caught up to her right now. This speed came at a cost though. Her giant bladder was smashing all over the place inside her, the piss sloshing and spilling everywhere, like the contents of a cauldron being stirred way too fast. Every step made more pee drip into her already wet panties, making her whimper and squirm as she ran.
But she had no choice. All she could think about now was the image of her wetting her jeans. She could see it. This future seemed inevitable. She imagined everyone looking at her and the dark stain on her jeans. She had to make sure it did not happen. She had to get to that bathroom and she had to get there this very SECOND. It was right there. The door was getting closer and closer. The door with the Ladies symbol. Yes, there it was. The handle. Just grab the handle and it will all be over. Pull the handle, rip your jeans off, slam your pink ass on the toilet and let loose the strongest, loudest stream of piss the world has ever seen. Bask in the glorious relief. Moan as loud as you have to. Just. Pull. That. HANDLE!!!
Time slowed down. One more step. Mina removed one hand from her crotch. She reached. Reached for salvation. A faint smile started to form on her face again. She grabbed the handle, got a firm grip on it to open the door with a single powerful swing. She was right there now. She made it. Just one pull and it will all be over.
...
Bad luck.
It wouldn't open. All color drained from her face, heading straight to her bladder, making it pound against her overworked peehole so hard it was becoming actually unbearable. Mina tried to push the door instead. Also nothing. She looked around for an answer and then she found it. A red stripe above the handle, indicating the worst possible scenario was still looming over her.
Mina began the most frantic pee dance in her life. With a shaking hand, she knocked on the door.
"E-excuse me - mm - are you almost finished?"
"Sorry hun, I just got in. I'll be just a sec."
"Oh... I uh - sssss - I really have to pee."
No response.
Jirou finally caught up.
"Jesus, I've never seen you run so fast."
She noticed Mina's frantic dance in front of the Ladies' door and asked.
"What's wrong?"
"It's occupied. Ohmygod, Jirou I don't - mph - I don't think I can hold it any longer, I really can't!"
She was pushing her hands up against her overworked girlhood with all her strength. Her knuckles were turning white with how hard she was squeezing her privates, her face was a deep, dark shade of pink, her legs kept wrapping and unwrapping around each other as she danced and bounced all over the place.
"Oh shit, uhh, did you try the guys' door?"
Jirou ran to it before Mina could answer, but that was occupied as well.
"The hell?" She said "How is this possible? There's gotta be another bathroom somewhere. Lets go!"
"Jirou... I c-can't. I - I..."
Mina twisted herself like a pretzel, leaning forward in the most intense display of desperation Jirou had ever seen. Then she saw it. Dark streaks began to snake down the inside of Mina's thighs. Some drops made it to the bathroom's concrete doorstep below, leaving small dark circles on the dry material.
Mina bounced around in shock before writhing and tensing every muscle in her body, managing to clamp the flow off.
"Shit shit SHIT!!! Ican'tholditanymore, Ican'tholditanymore, fuck fuck FUUUCK!!!!" she ran off again. This time towards the woods. Jirou took notice of the already visible wet patch on the back of Mina's jeans. This was not how Jirou expected their camping trip to go.
Now every step sent a surging shock to Mina's overloaded, overworked and overstretched bladder. It hurt so much. The hot piss was thrashing inside her like a mad, howling beast, sending wave after intense wave to her cracking floodgates. They could not keep holding it back. Mina couldn't even run far. Just far enough to be out of sight of the other campers.
She stopped near a tree and without even looking around began to fiddle with the zipper of her jeans. She was beyond thinking straight. Her brain was floating in pee. It was the only thing on her mind. PEE!!!
Now that her hands were no longer holding her crotch, Mina had a clear view of the wet patch on the front. Because she was pressing down on it this whole time, the patch had spread already large enough for anyone to notice. That was still only a tiny drop in the yellow ocean she was holding back.
She was still dancing like crazy. She kept running in place and smacking her thighs together, which made getting a hold on her zipper that much more harder. Her fingers, wet from sweat and now pee as well, kept slipping. Every time she got hold of the zipper, it escaped her frantic grasp. She tried to pull the jeans straight down, but they were just too tight and would not move below her hips.
Mina was hyperventilating. This was absolutely insane. She could not recall the last time she'd ever needed to pee this badly. In fact, she was sure she'd never had to pee this bad in her whole life. Hell, how was it even possible to need to pee this badly?! Her small bladder was crying for relief, the hot piss boiling and bubbling inside of her, making it feel like her bladder was on fire.
She felt another spasm. This would be the final blow. It was like someone had actually punched her straight in the bladder. She lurched forward with a gasp and began to shake as her castle walls were torn down by a yellow tidal wave. She felt a warm liquid in her panties that then went down her jeans as the stream she'd been fantasizing about releasing for so long was being released right there in her jeans whether she liked it or not.
Mina planted her hands back in her crotch in the faintest of hopes that it would stop the flow, but it was all in vain. In mere seconds, the front and back of her jeans were completely soaked. Streaks of pee were racing down her legs and raining into her shoes and on the ground below as they reached the cuffs of her jeans. Even in the already wet parts pee could still be seen streaming down in a massive river, raining down whenever it reached a fold.
Jirou once again caught up to Mina. Her eyes widened and she gasped, covering her mouth at the sight of her friend wetting herself.
Mina, still peing, removed her hands from her crotch and stopped resisting. She was completely lost in the relief she was feeling right now. Her hands went limp by her sides as she relaxed completely. For a split second her stream was so strong it was raining straight through the crotch of her jeans, not even traveling down her legs.
Mina herself was in absolute bliss after releasing all the piss she'd been holding in. She had her head tilted back, moaning in relief, as her bladder bulge deflated and the Niagara falls in her pants raged on.
Something like a minute passed and Mina was still peeing. The ground couldn't absorb it fast enough so a puddle had formed where she stood, with her in the middle. She thought she would go on forever. Part of her almost wanted to. To keep floating in the clouds, unaware of the world around her. Just her and the total peace of the moment.
But nothing lasts forever - not even the furious pee streams of bursting girls like Mina. So after a while it finally died down. Her pants were totally soaked, front and back. She leaned against the tree beside her. Her legs, weak and trembling.
"Haaaa, phew! Oooh my god I needed that so much."
Returning from the clouds, reality began to set in. She looked up at the treetops. This had to be some dream, right? There's no way she actually just peed her pants... right?
She looked down. Nope. She had in fact peed her pants. She let out a sigh. Partially out of embarassment, partially out of finally being able to relax. She buttoned her jeans back up.
Jirou was in shock at what had just happened. Despite the pee seeping into the ground below, there was still a clear puddle. She wasn't sure what to do, but when Mina turned around to see the damage on the back of her jeans, she reckoned she had to say something.
"Um... Are you... good?" Was the only thing that came to mind.
"Well... not quite." Mina said, turning to face Jirou and pointing at the giant wet patch on her pants. She laughed awkwardly.
"Uhh... should I uh.. do you have any spare clothes?"
"Yeah, yeah... Um... I'll just go and WOAH-"
Mina tripped on a tree root. Jirou moved in to catch her.
"Don't get it on you!" Mina said.
"Nevermind that. Lets get you to a shower or something. Hang on a sec."
Jirou got her phone out and texted Tsuyu about what happened. Tsuyu said they're coming.
"Lets wait here a little."
Mina nodded. She kept looking at her wet jeans and just how much she had wet them. Jirou couldn't help but do the same.
A short while later they heard Ochako and Tooru.
"MINAAA! JIROUUU!"
"WE'RE HERE!" Jirou shouted back.
At that moment Jirou and Mina saw the other girls round the corner of the bathrooms and look into the forest. The girls visibly gasped and ran towards them.
A barrage of questions eurupted as soon as the two groups met.
"Oh my god are you okay?? What happened?? Was it locked??" and the like.
But the most worried look was on Momo's face, with tears in her eyes.
"Oh my god, Mina, I'm so sorry. I should have pulled over somewhere sooner. I'm so sorry." She said, tears beginning to run down her face.
"Aw, Momo, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have drank so much in the first place."
Momo wiped away her tears as she went in to hug Mina. The other girls joined in too in a big group hug.
"Woah, careful!" Mina said, maintaining the hug, but pacing a step back as to not touch anyone with her wet pants.
The girls chuckled a little.
"Did you guys see a shower somewhere?" Jirou spoke up.
"We did" Tsuyu said "There's a bigger bathroom with showers down that way near the main building, but... it's kinda far."
She pointed to a large building covered in dark grey planks back in the camp grounds. And yes, Mina would have to go into sight of a lot of people to get there.
"Okay, you guys go get Mina's bag. I'll get her to the showers. Which one's yours?"
"Pink one." She said.
"Of course." Jirou chuckled "Okay lets go."
With that, the other girls went back to the car.
Jirou thought about whether there was a way to hide how wet Mina's jeans were from the other campers. Neither of them had any jackets or hoodies. Just shirts.
"Uhhh - You wanna like... get some branches and cover up??"
It was ridiculous, but it was the only thing that came to her mind. Mina laughed.
"No, I can't think of a way to hide all of this. I'll just have to power through, I guess."
Both girls looked at Mina's wet jeans again. The wetness had seeped further in the time they'd spent standing there and was covering her entire front and back. A little longer and the two might actually meet at the sides of her legs.
Jirou didn't argue. Mina just figured in times like these, it's important to keep your chin up and not show weakness. She wasn't weak. She was a hero. And heroes weren't bothered by stuff like this. She puffed up her chest, straightened her back and marched with iron determination, Jirou right beside her.
That's not to say the walk was an easy one. Mina tried to keep her sights just on the bathroom ahead, but, in her peripheral, she could see people staring and even some kids pointing. With her jeans being such a light shade, the wet patch stood out all the more in the still bright light of the now setting sun. Her sneakers also squelched at every step. Both girls were blushing from the attention they were getting.
Halfway to the bathroom, Mina felt a renewed twinge in her bladder. She grabbed her tummy and looked down in surprise.
"Oh shit-"
"What's wrong?"
Both girls whispered to each other.
"I need to pee again."
"Again??"
"I can't help it! It's getting real bad real quick!"
"We're almost there. Hold on a little."
"I'm trying, I'm trying!"
Her walk was becoming more strained by the second. Her thighs pressed closer together and she began to bob with each step. The twinge had grown into a huge pressure in a record time. Her tired lips could not hold back a leak that rewet her panties.
"Nononononono!"
She shot a hand into her wet crotch, wringing some pee out of her jeans as she squeezed her girlhood. She felt more urine on its way out. By the time they made it to the bathroom Mina was holding herself with both hands and doing a desperate pee dance once again, spurting into her underwear every other second.
The building had four doors. Two for toilets and two for showers. Jirou opened the door to the Ladies' for Mina. This time it was unlocked. Mina dashed in. This one had stalls. All were free, luckily, so Mina ran right into the first one.
She was whimpering, squirming a lot and her hands were twitchy, but through sheer willpower she managed to unbutton and unzip her jeans. As she was peeling the wet jeans off her waist, she felt her pee right on the edge. She was not about to piss herself for a second time in one day. Mustering all the strength she had, she pushed her jeans and panties down and slammed her ass onto the toilet below.
Her stream was short, but powerful nevertheless. It echoed in the bathroom. Jirou, who followed Mina in, heard everything. She was blushing and twiddling her ear jacks as she waited for Mina to finish.
Mina sighed in relief once she was done. She pulled her pants back on. Her wet panties had grown cold, which startled her when she pulled them back up.
She exited the stall and saw Jirou leaning against the wall. Both girls blushed.
"Better?"
"Oh you have no idea." Mina held her belly again.
"Well, lets get you showered then."
"Right!"
As they went out the door, they came face to face with another female camper. She gasped upon seeing Mina's jeans. Their eyes met. Mina shrugged with an awkward smile.
Mina and Jirou went into the showers. There were stalls with curtains on both sides of the room with a bench in the middle. Mina began peeling her sticky jeans off. They heard the door open.
In came Tooru with Mina's pink bag.
"This the one?" She asked.
"Yup." said the pink girl.
She'd managed to pull one leg off and was currently working on the other so Jirou went to take the bag.
"We're further that way" She pointed to the left of her "We're trying to get a fire started right now. We'll be waiting for you guys, okay?"
"Okay." Jirou said.
"Hang in there!" She told Mina.
"You got it!" She said with a thumbs-up.
With that Tooru left, leaving Jirou and Mina alone in the showers again. Mina managed to peel her jeans off completely and throw them on the bench beside her. She looked at her grey panties. The entire front was covered in a dark patch of pee.
"Wow!" She said "All the way to the top!"
"Jesus, how much did you have in you?" Jirou jokingly asked, handing Mina a towel.
She wrapped it around her waist and slid her panties down her legs
"It was just that slushie! I mean, I did have a coffee before we set off, but I didn't think it'd make me pee THIS much!" She stretched her panties on her thumbs before throwing them on top of her wet jeans. Both girls laughed a little.
Mina took off her tanktop and went into the shower stall. She closed the curtain. Jirou then saw Mina's hand come out from behind it, holding her bra.
"Hang onto this for me." She said.
"You got it, boss." Jirou took it. She examined it for a second, noting how much larger it was compared to hers, before putting it down on the bench as well.
Mina washed herself. She was happy not to feel sticky anymore. She rubbed the bar of soap all over herself - her thighs, feet, chest, armpits, rear, privates. Might as well wash all of her, now that she's in here. She finished and dried herself in the towel, wrapping herself in it afterwards. She wrapped it across her chest this time, now revealing a generous ammount of her thighs. She opened the curtain.
"WOO that's a lot better!" She shouted, startling Jirou.
She went over to her bag and took out a some dark grey sweatpants. As she pulled them on, Jirou noticed that Mina didn't put on any new panties. She didn't say anything though. Mina put on her bra and tanktop as well as stepping into the flip flops she brought. She noticed Jirou looking deep in thought.
"What's up?" She asked her.
"I'm... um..."
"What's wrong?" Mina sat down next to her, concerned.
"I'm just... I'm sorry for teasing you in the car like that. I didn't realize how bad you really had to go and thought you were just playing it up. Maybe if I hadn't made you leak back then, you... This wouldn't have happened."
Jirou looked like she was about to cry.
"Oh Jirouuuuuu," she wrapped her arms around her "This isn't your fault. It's my fault for having such a tiny bladder. And besides," she looked Jirou right in the eyes "The only reason I didn't piss in Momo's car in the end was because all of you cheered me on."
The two laughed and hugged.
Then Mina had an idea.
"Hey Jirou..." she said.
"Hm?"
Mina got up and held up her wet jeans, showing off the front covered in a giant field of piss.
"Take a picture." She said with a devilish grin.
Jirou burst out laughing.
"NO WAY! AHAHAHAAA!!! Seriously?!?"
Mina nodded.
Jirou got up and took her phone out. Mina held the jeans next to her and put on her best sad puppy eyes, pouting her bottom lip.
Jirou took several photos. Both were holding back laughter.
"Mina, I am at a loss for words!"
"Send those to me. The one you took in the car as well."
"What are you gonna do with them?"
"Might show em' to a certain someone. You never know." She winked with a mischievious smile.
"Is it-?"
Mina nodded mischieviously.
Jirou exploded into laughter again, holding her stomach and crossing her legs.
"Oh-oh my god, you're gonna make me pee now!"
Both laughed and put everything back in Mina's bag. They put her pants and panties into a plastic bag Mina was planning on using for her swimwear tomorrow but she'll worry about that when the time comes.
By the end, Jirou was constantly crossing her legs and bouncing a little herself. As they got out, she told Mina to wait for her and dashed into the bathroom as well. Rejoining Mina after a bit, they made their way to where Tooru pointed earlier.
They saw the rest of the girls sitting around a small campfire - two tents behind them. Ochako was the first to notice, waving them over.
"Are you doing alright?" asked Yaoyorozu. She'd wrapped herself in a huge red blanket.
"Better than ever!" Mina replied enthusiastically.
She looked at the other girls. Tsuyu, Ochako and Tooru were sharing a green blanket. Jirou had sat down next to Yaoyorozu, who'd let her into her blanket already. They were all smiling at Mina.
"Good to hear" Tsuyu said.
"Alright, Mina!" Shouted Tooru, energetic as ever.
"I made some tea. Um- do you... want any right now?" asked Ochako. She seemed to be the most unsure of how to act at the moment.
"Of course!" Mina replied "I could use something to warm up."
"D'oh, come here." Yaoyorozu opened her arms, inviting Mina into the blanket with her and Jirou. She sat down and Yaoyorozu wrapped it around her, hugging her tight and saying:
"I'll stop sooner next time. I promise."
Mina laughed. The other girls laughed along with her.
The girls drank tea, made smores, Jirou even brought her guitar with her and started playing songs in the orange light of the setting sun.
A while later Mina had to pee again. She held it for longer than usual so she wouldn't have to go so soon in front of everybody. Last thing she wanted was for them to start treating her like a child because of this. Nonetheless, she felt herself start to squirm. She took a red hoodie out of her bag and put it on, stepping in place a little as she did. Then she hurried to one of the outhouses closest to them. This one was an older one with just a hole in the ground, but it didn't matter. Mina squated and let out another short and strong stream of liquid.
Going back out, relieved, there was something she wanted to do before heading back to the girls. She checked her phone. Jirou had already sent her the photos. A devilish smile grew on her face again. Her heart was pounding. She chose one of the photos and sent it to a certain someone. The text under it read:
"I didn't make it 😓"
Sent.
Mina silently squeeled in excitement at what she was doing and what it could lead to. She then heard Tooru.
"Minaaaaa, you coming?"
"I'm going, I'm going!"
She ran back to the campsite. As the sun set lower and the light grew dimmer, more and more campfires lit up around them, like candles in the dark. The girls told stories, laughed and sang until they decided to head to sleep.
When the others had fallen asleep, Mina checked her phone. Just as she did, she got the reply she'd hoped for. She had to struggle to conain her excitement and not wake the others.
And so, after texting for what seemed like hours, she too fell asleep for a well deserved rest, excited for what tomorrow will bring.
Edited June 8 by Kreed
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**Story requested by @LifeIsStrange hope you enjoy**
Timmy is an average teen, that no one understands. Chloe’s his new roommate and she ruins all his plans.
Several years after chloe moved in next door to Timmy Turner they decided to be roommates while trying to make it on their own… well mostly on their own. It took a few loopholes, and a three part episode to make it work, but the two of them combined convinced Jorgen Von Strangle to let them keep Cosmo and Wanda well past the normal age. How did they manage that? Well there was actually a new addition to “Da Rulez” that forbids me from telling you, lest every kid with fairies keep them indefinitely. All I can tell you is that it requires the godkids to remain young at heart. Let’s just say there’s never a dull moment in their new apartment.
“There’s no way I’m joining you in your activism this weekend, Chester and AJ are having a housewarming party, and AJ told me he designed their entire house with parties in mind!” Timmy yells across the apartment
“But that just means you’ll be contributing to the problem! You know their house stands where a small forest once stood!” Chloe yells back
“I’d say parties are way better than a few dumb trees!”
“You’re still thinking like a child! You have to think of real world consequences!”
“Of course I’m thinking like a child, I’m legally bound to so we can keep our godparents! It seems like I’m the only one doing that, since you forgot how to have fun!”
Cosmo and Wanda watch from their fishbowl, their attention following whichever is the loudest at the time
“Cosmo, you remembered to make this apartment soundproof, right?” Wanda asks with a worried tone
“Wait, this is why we did that? And here I thought there was a more fun reason for it”
Cosmo responds while thinking of the four of them as a rock band, while Wanda gives him a worried look
“Come on Timmy, activism can be fun too! You just have to give it a chance!” Chloe says, trying to negotiate
“Ya, I’m sure it’s tons of fun hugging a tree for hours while a bunch of guys with heavy machinery yell at and judge you, tell you what I’ll join you next time” Timmy responds
“Really?!” Chloe lights up at the idea
“Of course, as long as it’s the most fun thing for me to do at the time, and what could be more fun than activism?” Timmy asks sarcastically while holding up a video game controller and a bag of chips
“Well fine! I don’t need you, I’ll just go with Cosmo and Wanda! Right guys?” Chloe says while turning to the fishbowl
Cosmo and Wanda share a look before changing into their fairy forms.
“Of course Chloe, we’ll be there to support you… Right Cosmo?” Wanda says with a slightly threatening tone
“Right? I mean Right! We’ll both be supporting you the whole way… in spirit!” Cosmo says shakily
Wanda turns to Cosmo and folds her arms, “Cosmo?”
“Sorry Wanda, Timmy already invited me to Chester and AJ’s party. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve gone to a real party?” Cosmo asks
Wanda, looking annoyed, turns back to Chloe, “Don’t worry Chloe, I’ll go with you, it’ll probably go a lot better without the boys anyways… knowing them they’d probably end up burning the forest down.”
“Now that you mention it, that’s probably true. Well then you two enjoy your party, Me and Wanda are going to have a great time saving the planet!” Chloe says confidently
“Great, now that that’s settled, can we stop with the yelling, I’d rather not get a headache before the party” Timmy requests
“Ya, the headache is supposed to come after the party… when Wanda yells at us for having too much fun” Cosmo jokes, Wanda glares at him
The rest of the night goes by uneventfully, and the next morning Chloe wakes up bright and early to Wanda acting as an alarm clock. Chloe shuts off the alarm and Wanda changes back to her normal form.
“Morning Wanda! Are you ready to make a difference?” Chloe says excitedly
“Of course, Chloe. I wouldn’t miss it. I’m sure the boys would see us off, but they’re both still asleep, and probably will be for hours, so as long as you’re prepared we can get started” Wanda turns into a coffee pot and pours a cup for Chloe as she gets out of bed
“Thanks Wanda, I’m glad you’re coming with me, as much as I believe in the cause, it would get really lonely doing it by myself”
“I know how you feel, before you came along there were plenty of things I could only do alone, I love those two, but they aren’t the best at branching out and trying new things, I often ended up as the odd one out”
“Well don’t worry Wanda, we’ve got each other, so if they’re too lame to do the things we like, we can still do them, just us girls!”
Wanda smiles at Chloe, “Sounds like a plan, now did you make sure to pack plenty of water?”
“Of course! Snacks too, just because we’re supporting a good cause doesn’t mean we can’t also enjoy other things while we’re there!”
The two girls head out of the apartment and out of town. At the top of a large hill there’s a forest with a lot of heavy machinery set up, no workers have arrived yet so Chloe and Wanda are alone.
“Alright Wanda, first things first, I wish for a treetop platform!”
Wanda raises her wand and it glows brightly before creating a large treetop platform in the closest trees rope ladder extends all the way down to Chloe and she starts climbing up while Wanda floats up beside her, once they arrive at the top Chloe sees a table with two comfy chairs set up and she smiles before putting her backpack down and spreading her snacks and drinks across the table
“It’s perfect Wanda, now we can enjoy and protect nature, without any of the normal discomfort”
Wanda sits in her chair “It even comes with built in bug repellent, nothing is going to ruin our time here”
As Wanda says that a voice calls up from the ground
“Hey, what are you doing up there!”
Chloe peaks over the edge to see a crew of construction workers “I’m keeping you from destroying this forest!”
The construction worker rolls his eyes, “Don’t girls your age like progress? How can we do that without making room?”
Chloe glares down at them “You can’t fool me with claims of being progressive, you’re just looking to destroy something beautiful and replace it with something new!”
“What’s the difference?” The construction worker and his crew all laugh
Chloe shakes her head and sits back in her chair “Well whatever the case you’re not going to destroy this forest, I can stay up here all day!” She takes a drink of water.
One of the construction crew turns to the boss, “What a shame, I guess we’ll have to charge the company for another day of work”
The boss chuckles “Yep, our hands are tied, with her up there we’ll have to wait to do our jobs, if only we weren’t charging by the hour, our rich client would save so much money”
The crew all laugh before setting up some chairs, Chloe watches them with a disappointed look
“They’re not supposed to be happy about it! I’m standing in their way!”
Wanda changes into a squirrel and moves up alongside Chloe, “Don’t worry Chloe, the workers might still be happy, but that rich client will be upset by paying them more for a simple job, that’s the real victory!”
“You’re right Wanda, it’s not the workers that are the problem, it’s the person that hired them!” Chloe sits back in her chair and drinks some more, “I wonder how many days they’ll be willing to pay these guys to do nothing”
Chloe and Wanda chat for a while, eating snacks, and drinking for a couple hours, before Chloe checks her watch “Oh, it should be about time for Timmy and Cosmo to be going to their party, do you think they’ll have as much fun as we will?”
“Knowing those two they might give us a run for our money, but I can definitely say we’ll have fewer regrets”
The two of them laugh and Chloe suddenly feels a pressure in her bladder. “Hey wanda, did you make a bathroom on this platform?”
Wanda gives a worried look “I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that, do you want me to make one now?”
Chloe goes over to the edge and looks down at the construction workers, one of which is set to watch the platform at all times, she sighs, “No, it would be too obvious, they’re watching us, we can’t give you away for this”
“Well, is there anything less obvious I can do for you?
Chloe thinks for a second, “Hmm, I wish I no longer needed to use the bathroom!”
Wanda raises her wand and it starts to light up before going dull and falling limp, “Oh I’m sorry kiddo, it seems like that’s against the rules”
“What? What rule is that breaking?”
The big purple book of “Da Rulez” appears in front of them and Wanda opens it up
“Hmm, it seems they added a new rule about not being able to change how the human body works, something about an elaborate con that prevented the aging process for years, and now we can’t prevent natural processes.”
Chloe holds her bladder and shakes around a bit, “Well then I’ll wish for something else… I wish… for the world’s largest bladder! That way I’ll be able to go much longer without having to pee”
“Great idea Chloe, I can’t stop the process, but we can delay it!” Wanda raises her Wand and it lights up, making Chloe sparkle for a second, “How’s that? Do you feel different?”
“Well I don’t have to pee as much anymore” Chloe presses on her bladder, feeling a noticeable bulge, “I guess a larger bladder would be more noticeable, but no one will be able to see it all the way up here. Now I can drink as much as I want!”
Wanda looks a bit worried “I’d still try to show restraint, it might take longer but you will eventually have to go, and when you do it’ll be that much worse!”
“That’s true, but I’m so thirsty, maybe I shouldn’t have brought so many salty snacks”
Chloe and Wanda go back to talking and Chloe keeps on drinking, after a couple more hour she feels her bladder filling up again, she rests her hands on her bladder, feeling it bulging out, suddenly Chloe’s phone goes off and she reads a text from Timmy
“This party is great, AJ says it’s going straight through to tomorrow, so if you finish with your activism we won’t be back until tomorrow night now”
Wanda reads the message too “Those two, they’d better be partying responsibly, I don’t want to be cleaning up after them when they get back”
Chloe dwells more on the growing discomfort in her bladder, she starts wiggling her legs back and forth to try to take her mind off of it, but it steadily grows worse and worse. Wanda notices her discomfort
“Oh, Chloe, are you going to be alright? If you can wait until the workers go home for the night then we can make a solution for you”
“How much longer until they leave?”
“The sun is going down so I’d say at most an hour”
Chloe sighs and dances around to try to take her mind off of the steadily building pressure, “Wanda, just how big is my bladder now? I feel like I’m holding enough to flood Dimmsdale”
“Well… You might not be far off, it may not seem much larger physically, but keep in mind that magic can cause unpredictable things, it’s possible that the amount in your bladder is being increased at the same time too”
“Wanda! How am I supposed to pee if I could flood the town? Where could it go?”
“Just give it some time Chloe, I can make you a magic bathroom once everyone’s gone”
The sun goes down and they suddenly notice lights in the distance, they can see Chester and AJ’s house, with floodlights pointed into the sky in various bright colors.
Chloe looks impressed “Wow, AJ really did go all out on that place,” Then she looks annoyed “But he still tore down a forest to do it!” she tries to be indignant but with how badly she has to be she struggles to stay composed and ends up holding her crotch to keep from wetting herself. “How much longer are those workers going to be there?”
Wanda goes to the edge of the platform and looks down, seeing the boss on a phone, “Shouldn’t be much longer I think he’s asking his boss if they can go”
Chloe looks relieved “Finally! I can’t hold much longer!”
They suddenly here a very memorable car horn as a white limousine with horns on the front pulls up, and a young man steps out, Chloe looks down in shock “Is that Dale Dimmadome, son of Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome”
The young man looks up at her “The very same! Now I’ve gotta ask what exactly you think you’re doing interrupting my construction crew?”
“I’m stopping them from destroying one of Dimmsdale’s beautiful forests just so they can make another minimall or Dimmsdale Dimmadome.”
“Well then you’re clearly mistaken! This forest is a danger to everyone in Dimmsdale, it has become too dry, and many of the plants are already dead. It's just one wrong move from becoming a raging forest fire, possibly even burn down the whole town! I took it upon myself, using my father’s connections to solve that problem, and in the process, make this area better”
“Better how exactly?” Chloe looks skeptical
“By building Dale Dimmadome’s Dimmsdale wildlife sanctuary and zoo, we’ll recreate a safe ecosystem for the animals to live in, with viewing area for people to watch, and stores for people to spend money, nature gets to survive and I get a return on my investment”
“That’s still financially motivated! … But at least it’s not as bad as I was worried about, I guess that means I can come down and let you start work again tomorrow” Chloe says with relief
“Um Chloe…” Wanda tugs at Chloe’s clothes and points off in the distance, where once was light from chester and AJ’s party there was now only the light of fire from their house heading up towards the forest
“OH NO! The forest is going to burn, and it could take the whole town with it!” Chloe starts to panic before doubling over in pain from all the pressure in her bladder
“Chloe! Quickly, wish away the fire! It might be a little obvious but there’s more at stake here!” Wanda says in a bit of a panic
Chloe gets up and starts to say “I wish…”
“Chloe?!” Wanda looks at her worried
“I have an idea, it will solve both our problems and no one will know you were involved… but I can’t believe i’m going to do this” Chloe tosses the rope ladder down and quickly climbs to the ground and runs to the side of the hill where the fire is approaching. She looks around at Wanda, then the construction crew and Dale Dimmadome, before she pulls her pants and underwear down and starts peeing at the edge of the hill. It starts off as a small stream, but steadily starts to build up before it becomes a large river, Chloe lets out a long moan of relief as she finally lets go of all the pressure in her bladder, for several minutes she forget there are people watching her and just lets it all go, the stream now contributing to the river flowing down the hill. The fire approaches quickly but is doused by all of the pee. The river flows over all of the fire putting it out and saving everyone at the bottom of the hill, When Chloe finally finishes peeing her legs are so sore, and she is so tired that she just falls forward onto the ground without even pulling up her pants, she breathes heavily and hold her bladder, left only with the soreness of having held it for too long.
Wanda scurries over to Chloe, still in Squirrel form “Hey, uh Chloe, good work and all, but you may want to pull up your pants”
Chloe regains her senses and looks around at all the people again, she quickly pulls her pants up and nervously laughs before running off. Wanda follows after her., once they’re away from the crowd they stop, but before Chloe can say anything there’s a poof and Timmy and Cosmo appear
“Chloe, was that you at the top of the hill?” Timmy asks
“Wanda, I wish everyone would forget what happened today!” Chloe says in a panic
“On it Chloe!” Wanda raises her wand but it fails and falls limp again, but this time instead of “Da Rulez” appearing a small explosion is heard and Jorgan Von Strangle appears
“WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING CHLOE?!”
“Jorgan Please! I need everyone to forget what happened today” Chloe begs
“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH WITH GODKIDS PLAYING WITH PEOPLE MEMORIES, YOU WILL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE… WHAT IS THAT SMELL?”
Timmy chimes in “Smoke and urine”
Jorgan looks at Chloe with disgust, “VERY WELL, THIS ONE TIME I WILL ALLOW IT, BUT NEVER AGAIN, AND PLEASE REFRAIN FROM USING URINE TO PUT OUT FIRES, THAT’S JUST GROSS”
Another Explosion sounds and Jorgan is gone
Wanda looks to Chloe “You want everyone to forget?”
Chloe looks at Timmy “Yes, I wish everyone would forget what happened today”
Wanda raises her wand and everything poofs. When the smoke fades everyone wakes up the next day, Timmy shoots out of bed. “What day is it?!”
Wanda floats over to him “It’s sunday, why do you ask?”
“Cosmo, what happened at the party last night?”
Cosmo floats up scratching his head “I don’t remember, I guess that means the party was great!”
Wanda rolls her eyes “Didn’t I warn you two not to do anything stupid”
“Oh no Timmy, Run, the headache is coming!” Cosmo raises his wand and he and Timmy disappear
Chloe walks over and Wanda smiles at her “There that should keep those two occupied for a while”
Chloe smiles back “Where do you think they went?”
“Knowing those two, they’ll be in Alaska for a couple hours, but at least we know the wish worked and they don’t remember”
“Ya, although now we’ll never know if it was them that started the fire, and even if it was, we can’t hold them responsible, as far as everyone knows there never was a fire”
“That’s true, I guess we can let them off the hook this one time, and we can all put this weekend behind us”
Chloe thinks for a second “Ya, speaking of which can I wish for us to forget yesterday as well”
“You want to forget it too?”
“Ya, I’m starting to think Timmy was right, at least in this situation, that was not fun, I wish we would forget yesterday”
Wanda raises her Wand and everything poofs away
The End |
Sat in her teacher seat, the tall, blond and longhaired woman reads papers and stuff, and sometimes rearrange few things on her desk. Her outfit is a soft but formal flowerish longskirt over warm pants with a clear yellow or cream colored thick shirt almost like a sweat, sign of the outside coldness of the season.
Soon, a knock on the door will remember what she is waiting for.
"Come-in!" She says kindly.
Opening the door, a slim, shy-looking student enters, then closes the door again. Her shirt is plain black but her strong shoulders and arms are guessable and her thick leggings are of the same shade, also depicting her shape quite well. She stares up and down throughoutly at the teacher that stands up and walks to her. They each are now close, about few meters.
"What's wrong Miss Martin? Am I going to get corrected?" The student asks almost in mumble but in a light voice.
"Don't worry. You did nothing wrong." The teacher says in her slight french accent as always. "But. I feel like your grades are somewhat of... lowering, these last weeks."
"Oh, really..." The student replies, saddened. "I thought so..."
"I don't understand. You're so smart. I remember you leaded that team of lazy guys in that group project. What's happening now?" The teacher asks, not seemingly mean or anything but genuinely worried for her. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk."
"I don't know what you are talking about..." The student says, lying, avoiding any glances to her.
"Alexandre." The teacher tries to grab her attention again. "I'm only your french teacher. But now I know you. It's almost a year I get to see you every days or so. I see you are hiding something from me. You are tired all the time, and anything annoys you. Are you okay?"
"I- I- I have sleeping issues..." Alexandre says shyly.
"Oh, it's okay." The teacher says. "Do you feel like something started it?"
"We don't have internet at home. It's been 2 weeks now. I think some jerks destroyed the relay a few streets away from us and all the neighborhood is touched." Alexandre explains.
"Oh, so you are too addicted to internet huh?" Miss Martin smirks.
"No, I barely used it before. The only thing I used it for was.. something personal." Alexandre blushes. "I mean I used to have my night routine and now all falls down."
"What was it?" The teacher asks. "You don't have to tell me. But I'd like to help if I can."
"Oh gosh I'd love you to do that.." Alexandre let out some mumbles, her mouth mildly open, lusting on her teacher, unable to hold herself anymore.
"What?" She replies, not sure what she heard is true. "You'd like that huh?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's awkward and disrespectful of you, I'm so sorry!!" The student somewhat of panics already for what she said.
"Alexandre. It's okay. You needed to say that didn't you?" The teacher says, now sure. "I was suspicious of it. Now when I see the color on your face I know it. But I want you to tell me. Do you have a crush on me?"
Alexandre tries to cover her face with her hands but the answer is obvious.
"Yes?" The teacher asks again.
Miss Martin grab her students' hands off of her face to see her.
"It's okay. We are two adults aren't we." The teacher says.
"Yes, sure." The student says. "But I'm so embarrassed."
"You shouldn't. We aren't doing anything wrong are we?" The teacher asks. "Or do you want to do naughty things to me?" She whisper in a smile.
Alexandre shakes her head, blushing.
"No?" She asks, surprised.
"I do want you to help me.." Alexandre now tells the truth. "But I don't know if you're okay with it."
"We are both queer women. Nothing can be surprising then." Miss Martin smirks. "What should I be okay for, sweetheart?"
Suddenly Alexandre pins her against the wall and leans in closer and closer to her teachers face. She breath on her carelessly as her rough strength is one mighty known thing in this school.
"That I want to eat you out so greatly you will never think of dating anyone else ever." She says in her tough or low voice of hers before she blows away a bit of her hairs that were wondering on her face because of the sudden movement.
"Darling you truly are an athlete.." The teacher blushes, trying to avoid the subject. "I guess sometimes you're not too shy for using your strengths huh?"
Alexandre blushes. She does a step backwards, looking unsure or something.
"It's okay honey. I see it is your first time doing this. We can use light colors. Red. Orange. Or green. You tell me." She asks.
"It's just-" She mumbles in her usual unsure voice, almost sorry to be existing or something, some thing in her voice that only few people on earth can understand. "I- I never could have done it and I always been expecting to be alone for ever and now you giving yourself to me I just-.. It's just-"
"I can do you first if you'd be more comfortable.." She says. "I only want you to feel good. I just don't want you to believe that you have to make love with me right now or you'll lose your chance or whatever. I'll still be open for you if you wish. I'm single. I'm open. No pressure. Okay?"
"Th- thank you. Thank you so much." She replies. "You're the most kind, nice woman I've ever seen."
"Oh really?" She smiles. "You're the best student I've ever met."
"That's why I wanna do you." She smiles too. Taking her courage she eventually let out her idea. "I'd- Love to give- you- Oral- If you'd like that......"
Miss Martin blushes biting her lower lip.
"Is that a green?" She asks.
"Green green-" What she replies in a nod. "But if you go down there it is a promise you won't hurt me okay?"
Alexandre doesn't much understand that last one before she undo her skirt and lower her warm, thick leggings.
"Oh." She says, taking a pause there. "Well I'm not a monster so I won't hurt you. Plus I'm a lesbian so I will only make tender love to you down there."
Miss do takes a big breath and sighs at her reaction. Alexandre keeps smiling to her so she knows she's okay with her. She proceeds to make her feel good.
"Come-on miss I feel you getting close-" She says. "Why are you holding back?"
"A- are you sure?" She asks, blushing.
Alexandre just doesn't stop licking her to speak any reply again, not letting her a single second of rest as only wanting to see her let go.
She can't hold it back anymore and just goes, which starts flooding Alexandre and wetting her whole self as she's kneeling down with her head so close to her, getting drenched she does slows down to match her sensitivity but otherwise isn't specially bothered by the warmth.
After a good time going, probably a whole day worth of hydration time, the stream eventually stops, letting one of them really wet.
"Well." Alexandre smiles, yet happy about the situation. "You keep a lot of secrets under your confident attitude, teacher.." She smirks.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't meant to do that I just-" She panics.
"It's okay cutie, it's okay.. I'm not mad or anything." She kisses her body back up until they smooch for a while.
"I'm going to bring you some clothes and you'll change here or something-" She plans "I'm so sorry I didn't remember I'm a fountain I just-"
"Hey now. It's okay. Again, it is all fine. I'm fine with it. In fact, I liked that surprises. Always love twists in stories."
"It was my first time in years so yeah I didn't knew how to tell you that.." She worries.
"You're fine, honey. I accept you. Every single bit of you." Alexandre hugs her. |
This is a direct continuation of my 030 series, which you can start reading here.
The Other End of the Line
“You’re listening to the National FM radio, bringing you the latest in news, music and more.”
The radio channel played out its little jingle and singsong “Na-tio-nal F-M, ra-di-oh!” before transitioning into some generic top hits. Just background noise for Alyne’s ride home, though. She had other things on her mind, and was nursing a bit of a pee-baby to boot.
The skin around her midsection felt bruised and tender, her skirt was clearly too tight around her angry bladder but there wasn’t really any good way to adjust it in the car. If only her lousy coworker hadn’t been tardy she would be home sitting on the toilet and pissing her brains out by now. At least she’d gotten on the road with no delays, traffic was occasionally terrible around her workplace for one reason or another. As long as there weren’t any delays getting into town, Alyne would be back home in fifteen minutes. Finally.
There was no question if Alyne would make it home, of course. Even if there was traffic trouble down the road, Alyne would make it. She was no stranger to full bladders. Well, obviously she wasn’t given her line of work. But she was also quite used to holding it herself, and she could hold on until she was very full indeed. Her long Friday shifts often left her bursting, though she had to admit she was a little extra desperate today. But there had been other times in her life when her holding ability had been pushed even further than it was right now, and she had always persevered. So she would definitely make it to the toilet, surely. That didn’t make the drive any less excruciating though, and Alyne was almost ready to get out of her seat and start running when she made it to the parking area outside her apartment complex.
She didn’t, though. Getting to the toilet half a minute or so earlier wasn’t going to make a critical difference all things considered, and Alyne had to maintain some kind of dignity and composure around her neighbors. As Alyne is getting out of her car and starting to head towards the entrance, a second car drives into the parking area. Rather than finding a parking space, the car drops of a passenger outside the exterior entrance Alyne is heading towards – a woman, and even from a distance Alyne can tell the woman is unsubtly pee dancing as she rushes inside. She scoffs, but picks up her pace a little. It’s cold after all.
Inside the apartment complex, Alyne catches up to the other woman who is currently waiting for the elevator to arrive in a fairly distressed state. The woman is stepping in place, which is causing quite a bit of noise with her heels in the hard stone floor. As Alyne gets closer, she realizes the lady is whimpering and whining too. No doubt she is quite desperate, but this is a pitiful display. At least both Alyne and the woman were close to a toilet now, presumably. The fact that the woman had called the elevator before Alyne even entered suited her just fine, as she’d get to her sixth floor apartment a little quicker this way.
Alyne strolls up next to the woman to get into the elevator, though she tries to keep her distance. She’s hardly in the mood to strike up a conversation, and given the state of things it doesn’t seem like it would be a good idea even if she was. It’s possible Alyne could benefit from the distraction, her bladder is making her very uncomfortable and she doesn’t have anything else to occupy her mind with, but the other woman seemed far past that point. Alyne wasn’t even sure if the woman knew she was there, and in fact might get spooked and wet herself on the spot if Alyne did anything like that.
There’s a satisfying “ding” sound and the elevators doors pull apart. “Oh no oh crap finally…” The woman mutters something under her breath. Alyne doesn’t say anything but she feels much the same, she was now minutes away from getting inside her apartment. She was going to try to appear inconspicuous until she made it inside, but after that point she could do whatever she wanted to. Rush for her bathroom, grab herself, squirm and dance to her heart’s content… Once she was within the barriers of her home she could even wet herself without running afoul of the law. Not that she ever would of course, she hadn’t reached her limit yet and even if she had she’d still try her best to make it all the way. Obviously. It was just, well, knowing you could pee yourself if you really, truly had to and not get in trouble for it was a rare thing. Most people could probably recount some personal experience where they had been desperate to pee with no toilet in sight, though Alyne encountered such stories every single day through her work. What’s more, giving out those rare opportunities for people to pee outside of a toilet when there was truly no other alternatives was part of that work. It made her more aware of such things, perhaps.
She thought about this as she got onto the elevator – anything to occupy her mind with something other than her bladder. Which – jeez – it really was about to explode. It was just getting unbearably full, Alyne was thankfully not leaking or anything but it was really hurting her stomach. Her skirt, even her panties, were digging into her tender skin while the angry rock inside her pulsed painfully whenever she walked.
The woman hurriedly pushes the button – floor eight. She’s still in a full-on potty dance and some very naughty fingers seem to be on their way sneaking inside her skirt. Alyne doesn’t let her eyes wander too far. Given how desperate the woman seems, Alyne briefly considers letting her exit first. But no, that’s silly. Alyne’s exit wouldn’t add more than a few seconds and besides she was plenty desperate herself even if it didn’t show as much. “I’m going to floor six, would you mind pressing that as well?”
“I-I, well I… Yes, of course…!” The woman does as she’s told, though the worry and tension in her voice is unmistakable. Alyne feels a little like a villainess but anything searing hot pulse from her engorged organ puts her back on track. Besides, there was no way a second or two was going to make or break it for this lady. As the elevator starts moving, Alyne’s bladder once again signals its displeasure with its current state. She really was coming home just in time, this-
The elevator suddenly stops moving. It’s so abrupt and unremarkable that Alyne barely registers what has happened. The woman shudders. “W-why, what is…? Oh, no, no, no…” She works the controls again, to no avail.
“Wait, are we stuck?” Alyne hears herself say it, and only then does the realization come. She really, really didn’t want to be stuck. She wanted to get home, sit on her toilet and blast it with a veritable water jet cutter. If they were really stuck in the elevator… God, no, don’t let that be true.
The woman is pushing the button over and over again. Alyne tries to ask again. “Hey, are we…” No reply. Instead, the lady gasps urgently and pushes up her skirt so she can grasp herself with both hands between her legs. Alyne’s getting a full display of the woman’s sky blue panties and she’s swaying her ass back and forth to boot. She averts her gaze and kills any thoughts she was having about the woman’s surprisingly large butt in comparison to the rest of her frame. Alyne was almost a little jealou- Kill.
“All right. I guess we’re stuck.” Alyne hated this reality. Her bladder was so full that she was feeling a sensation like a rock pushing against her navel. “It’s obvious you need to use a bathroom, badly.” No use beating around the bush, and her elevator-mate might as well have been screaming it from the rooftops. “I’ll call someone in charge of maintenance, and they’ll come fix this.” Quickly, Alyne hoped. “Meanwhile, try to hold it in as best you can. I can turn around if you need privacy for holding it.”
The woman turns to face Alyne, hands still glued to her crotch. “But I…! I seriously, I’m going to p-pee myself any minute now! I-I’ll call the 030. I’m so sorry. I-I-I really can’t wait.”
Alyne makes a disgusted face, though the lady isn’t looking at her right now. Alyne certainly wasn’t about to tell her elevator companion about her own job. It’s not like it would help this situation much anyway. On top of her frustrations throughout the day and her unbearably full bladder, the woman sharing her elevator-prison apparently wanted to pee on the floor.
The woman dials the number while stepping in place and breathing heavily. A few seconds pass. Then, Alyne can faintly make out “You are number… Sixty-eight… in the queue. Please hold until we can take your call.” and eventually “Calls to the 030 may be recorded for training purposes. Any personal information will be omitted.”, before it loops back to the queue again. Alyne recalls the massive telephone queue she was working through before handing the reins over to her coworker. There were other people manning the station, of course, but sixty-eight calls was still going to take a while to get through.
“Oh noo..” The woman desperately mutters under her breath as she realizes the amount of people ahead of her. At least Alyne didn’t have any obligation to humor the woman with conversation while she waited. Regardless. She had a call of her own to make – getting whoever was in charge of elevator maintenance to come get them out ASAP.
Alyne gets out her phone and checks her contact list. She has a number listed under CLEANING. That might not be the right one to call, and Alyne really didn’t want to get it wrong. Seeing she still had a connection- actually, never mind. Alyne interrupts her train of thought, she should probably check the elevator interior before anything else. She can vaguely recall there being some kind of emergency button – the kind of thing you see every day but never actually think about. She checks past the squirming woman on the phone, “…Sixty-five…” and sure enough, there is a button labeled IN EMERGENCY PUSH, as well as a small label to the side with a phone number and the word TECHNICIAN.
Alyne moves towards the elevator buttons. “I’m pressing the emergency button. Skooch.” The woman awkwardly complies, her legs are twisted into a pretzel. There’s a beep, then a click. A tinny woman’s voice comes through. “Hi, this is the Lafton Security Operations Center, is there a problem?”
“Yeah, we’re stuck inside an elevator. Me and one other person.”
“I see. Are you in peril?”
“We’re not in any immediate danger, but-”
The woman in the back gasps “I can’t take it hurry hurry hurry!” as her phone drones on.
“-the one I’m with is in severe need of a toilet. I need a toilet, too.”
“You are calling from 9th Fortitude Street, is that right?”
“Yeah… Yeah. We’re somewhere between the first and sixth floors.”
“All right. Help is on the way, and will arrive as quickly as possible. There is a safety hatch at the top of the elevator if you need to get out before that.”
“Er…” Alyne bites her lip while looking at the outline of the hatch. It was way too high up for either her or her companion to reach without climbing. “Do you think you could give an estimate for how long it will take until we are rescued?”
There is a brief pause. “In situations like this I am not allowed to give an estimate, legally. Sorry.” The woman clears her throat. “But help will arrive as soon as possible. Oh!, um. If it seems like you or anyone else is at a risk of publicly urinating due to a severe need to pee, you have to-”
“She’s already called the oh-three-oh, she’s in queue right now.”
“Ah. Yes. Well, help is on the way so just hold tight for a little longer, all right?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” There is a click as the call ends. Damn. Alyne wishes she had a phone receiver to slam into something. Lots of companies used legal loopholes to push liability onto their customers, though this was the first time Alyne was the one on the receiving end of it. Well. She looks back to the squirming woman. “You are number… Fifty-six… in the queue.” God, her bladder was so stupidly full right now. And the woman she was with was practically a ticking time bomb, Alyne wasn’t entirely confident she could handle it if her fellow prisoner wet herself or urinated on the floor.
Over the next couple of minutes, the queue ticked down to forty-five, then forty-two while the woman squirmed pitifully. Hopefully, Alyne thought, help would arrive before the woman even reached a 030 operator. Or maybe the lift would start moving again. Undoubtedly that would be the best outcome for both of them. Alyne, bored and in dire need of a distraction, tries to get a better read on her fellow elevator passenger. Just thinking of her as “the woman” was getting a little tiresome, though this was hardly the time for introductions. She had brown-blonde hair in a short braid and was dressed like an office worker. Maybe she had been on her way home just like Alyne? She had gotten a ride so maybe her own car was out of commission, or maybe she just carpooled with a friend or coworker. Alyne quickly decides to look away and give the blonde woman some meagre privacy though. The open pee desperation on display had just gotten too shameless.
More time passes. Alyne normally had a lot of confidence in her bladder, but… Well, she was getting legitimately worried. Very worried. Her bladder was always full to bursting when she came home from her Thursday shift, but this was something else. Her kidneys had been pumping liquid into that already overfull Thursday bladder at an absolutely merciless rate ever since she left work. Maybe she’d had too much water at work during the last bit of her shift to keep her throat from going dry? A coffee too many? She almost wishes she’d used the toilet at work before leaving but… People didn’t pee at work unless they had no other choice. A spasm of white-hot pain from her midsection breaks her line of thought, causing Alyne to flinch and yelp. The droning automated voice covers the sound, luckily “…number… twenty-one… in the queue.”
The woman seizes up. She is desperately trying to reach inside her tight skirt to hold herself, but there is no way for her to do so without causing it to ride up above her hips. Her eyes are watering, and her gazes flits across the room, desperate for a way out. A wild animal. Dire straits. She has started crying, gasping for air. Then, it all happens in an instant. The woman lets something between a moan, sob and gasp slip. She pushes her pencil skirt up around her hips and simultaneously rips the crotch of her leggings aside and squats down. Her phone, still droning on, drops to the floor.
“No!” The woman freezes as she looks up at Alyne, tears in her eyes. “B-b-but I…! I can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry!” The woman’s legs are shaking and Alyne thinks she can make out a tiny stream soaking into her pantyhose.
“Listen to me. No matter how badly you need to, you have to hold on.”
“But I-I can’t control it anymore! I have to pee so badly and it hurts so much that I just can’t take it! Please!”
Alyne needed to keep talking. “Look at me. Listen. You are going to get into legal trouble if you do this. Lots of trouble. You have to put your clothes back in order. Get back up.”
“I-I, it’s not my fault! Please! I can’t-” The woman was still squatting in the elevator, liquid inches away from exiting her body. She is rapidly shifting her legs around and practically groping herself in an effort to keep herself from starting.
“It’s better if you have your clothes on, legally speaking. Come on, get up.”
“W-wha, why…? B-but I…” Alyne was trying to avoid using expressions like “wetting yourself” where possible, but it was hard to get the message across that way.
“If you, if you let go on the floor like this, that’s really bad. Especially when you haven’t even reached the 030 yet.”
“R-really…? But then…”
“It’s better if you have your clothes on if you… do it. So get those on first.”
The woman looks up towards Alyne. She’s biting her lip while begging with her eyes. She needs permission. Alyne looks down at her sternly. The woman lowers her gaze, whimpering. Then she readjusts her leggings and underwear. It’s a strenuous process. She gets up, shaking.
“I-I-I, even like this, I’m going to wet myself. I-I’m going to pee now…!”
“No. You have to keep holding on. It’s good that you put your clothes back on, but help will arrive soon. Hold. On.”
“But I, you d-don’t understand! It’s not under my control! Please, I have to-”
“You are number… five… in the queue. Calls to the 030 may be recorded for training purposes. Any personal information will be omitted.”
The woman freezes up, uncertain of what to do. Alyne is poised to take advantage of the opportunity. “You- ugh-” Her bladder pulses and burns, stretching further against her skin than it ever should. She ignores it. “-you have to hold on until you reach the 030. I’ll take the call.”
The woman sniffles, but makes a gesture with her head that might have been a nod.
“You are number… three… in the queue. Calls to the 030 may be recorded for training purposes. Any personal information will be omitted.”
Alyne clenches her fist. The phone is on the floor. She has to pick it up before the call forwards to a 030 agent, but… Bending down is really, really bad right now. She can’t afford to put that much pressure on her own exploding bladder. It hurts too much already, she could wet herself on the spot if she did that.
Alyne awkwardly steps toward the chattering phone, then squats down in front of it. It beats bending over, but it’s still a very dangerous pose. She feels much more open and exposed, on a physical level. Her legs are forced apart slightly now, and her belly feels like it’s being squeezed. She reaches for the phone and-
“-Guh…!”
Not like that. Extending her arm ahead of her put too much extra pressure on her bladder. She filches and retracts, but then-
Phsst!
A half-second stream comes out of her, totally involuntarily. It’s as strong as any she’s ever let out in her toilet at home after coming home from work. Alyne instinctively tries to grab herself and apply pressure directly but her skirt and pose prevents her.
Shht!
Another leak! This was really, really bad. Alyne scoots forty-five degrees to the side and…
“You are number… one… in the queue. Your call will be redirected shortly.”
…She snatches the phone with one hand, stands up and crosses her thighs while jamming the other hand between them.
”You’ve reached Oh-Three-Oh, the Public Urination Prevention helpline. How can I help you?”
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The Other End of the Line - Part Two
”You’ve reached Oh-Three-Oh, the Public Urination Prevention helpline. How can I help you?”
The voice wasn’t anyone Alyne recognized. That was something, at least. Maybe, hopefully, they wouldn’t know her either.
“S-so, well, we’re stuck in an elevator…” She is bouncing on the spot, trying to prevent another leak.
“And, er, I assume someone needs to, urinate?”
"Y-yeah. There is a woman with me and she's very desperate."
"How long have you been stuck for?"
Alyne was quickly growing more irate. The agent was inefficient, asking questions in the wrong order. Whoever it was, was probably fairly new to the job.
“We both live in this building, and both of us entered the elevator already desperate to pee. I have reason to believe she will wet herself very soon.” If nothing else, it was trivially easy for Alyne to steer the conversation in the right direction.
“Got it. Do you know if she has a receipt of relief for the last time she urinated?”
“I’ll ask.” Alyne glances towards her elevator-mate, who seems to be in a fugue state. Alyne pauses for a moment. What she was doing right now with the call, she was essentially giving the woman permission to pee on the floor. And if she did, well, that was going to be hell on her own bladder. It felt like concrete in her belly. She bites her lip, there was something very unfair about this situation. Still, it seemed the woman was going to pee soon regardless of what Alyne did, so setting up things with the 030 would be doing a good deed. Maybe if Alyne turned around and covered her ears while it happened it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.
“I’m gonna pee I’m gonna pee…” The woman’s head is slumped forward far enough that Alyne wouldn’t be able to see the woman’s face if not for her braid. She’s muttering to herself, completely caught in ego-destroying pee desperation. There were only primal desires in her world now, a crippling need for relief balanced by the fear of consequences. Alyne needed to break that spell, but if she wasn’t careful…
“Hey, so…” There is no response, just more frantic muttering. The woman’s pencil skirt is hiked up to accommodate her grasping hands, applying force directly to naked flesh. The woman had gotten her clothes back on after Alyne commanded her to, but they still weren’t really on. Alyne tries to look somewhere else, there were things on display down there she shouldn’t be seeing. Even looking a the woman’s face seemed like a transgression, she was a flush mess, anguished, crying badly from pain and effort.
She takes a big risk, and puts her hand on the woman’s shoulder. Alyne can feel her shallow breathing, her trembles. She’s like a dinner plate caught in midair, a second away from shattering. She looks up towards Alyne, those eyes begging her once more.
“Please…” A whisper.
“The 030 people need your receipt of relief. Do you have it?”
“I can’t…”
“You can. Your receipt of relief, where is it?”
“My, my bag… I have to, have to pee…! It hurts…”
Alyne glances towards the bag on the floor. A small backpack of sorts. It lies there discarded, tossed aside when the woman squatted down minutes prior. She swallows. Squatting down, rummaging through the bag for the receipt when she didn’t even know where it was, Alyne wasn’t even sure if she could take that. Just picking up the phone from the floor had almost caused her to wet herself – she was in an exceptionally bad state.
“I don’t know where the receipt is, you need to-”
The woman yelps. “Please…! Please, I’m so close I, if I move I’ll wet myself!”
“No, you have to do it. I won’t be able to find it in your bag quickly enough.”
“I can’t! I can’t, I can’t! It’s in the front compartment… Please, oh please, i-it’s already coming out…”
There were those begging tearful eyes again. Fine. It was a godawful idea, but fine. She’d get the papers. Alyne drops into a squat and puts the phone down on the floor beside her as she gets to work, trying to ignore the massive pressure building inside her own body. The phone hits the floor a little less gently than she intended, startling her. The woman above is breathing heavily as Alyne rummages through the backpack. There are clothes, an opened candy bag, empty bottle. Where is that damn receipt?
Suddenly, there is a sharp inhale above her. The woman makes a sound like a panicked animal and mutters “sorry, I’m sorry…” under her breath. And the torrent begins, shooting out a little above and to the side of Alyne and hitting the floor next to her.
Alyne feels her own walls start to crumble, fast. She wants to run away, go to the corner and face the other way, cover her ears. But she can’t. Her hands are glued to her crotch, and she’s lost her balance and fallen backwards sitting uselessly with her ass on the floor. She can’t get up, she tries to drag herself backwards a little but the pain in her bladder keeps her locked in place.
“Ah, ah, no, ahh,!” The woman is weeping and moaning from the pleasure, while fruitlessly trying to stop the flow. Alyne can see it, looking up. The stream shooting out directly from the woman’s exposed pussy, underwear aside. It comes out fast, hard, angled forward but with almost no arc before it hits the floor. The phone, once again dropped on the floor, lay dangerously close to where the stream water hitting. It would be floating in a puddle very soon. Little droplets are hitting Alyne’s lower leg, warm water splashing against her stockings. For all intents and purposes, the woman was peeing in the elevator. Not wetting herself, peeing. Alyne had the completely unobstructed, front seat view of a woman pissing her brains out when she oh so badly wanted to do the same.
Alyne tries to get up again, but she just couldn’t. The pressure, pain, need, none of those were new. But seeing, hearing and feeling this woman pee, it introduced something else. An urgency that wasn’t there before, like her body was now trying its very best to make her join in peeing ASAP. It was unbearably hard to make herself stop, it felt like she had already started peeing and had to perpetually cut off the stream. The woman’s jet blast just would not stop, either it kept coming and coming without slowing down. Finally, Alyne is able to crawl backwards just far enough to get out of the splash zone, just as the puddle is about to reach her and soak her skirt. Both hands buried between her thighs is still mandatory though, and as a result she has no way to cover her ears to block up the sound and she still can’t get back up on her feet. She tries to look away, close her eyes, but the image of the woman’s clean-shaved private parts releasing a waterfall’s worth of pee had already been burned into her mind. There was no escape.
The woman kept peeing and peeing and peeing for what felt like forever, and Alyne’s urge was getting worse and worse. It had been critical before but now it was somehow worse than unbearable. The fact that she hadn’t leaked once during this spectacle was almost unbelievable, but she was somehow keeping dry. It came at a rapidly escalating physical and mental toll though, and if it was possible to reach a state of temporary insanity from pee desperation Alyne was getting there.
Alyne knew the woman had to stop peeing eventually. That’s just how the human body worked, it wasn’t possible to pee forever. She knew that, and yet her body and mind were getting battered and beaten to the point that she couldn’t even be fully sure of that fact anymore. Fear was starting to claim her, as the woman was taking an archpiss of the apocalypse in front of her. Nothing about her need had been feigned, and with no cloth to obstruct or soak up the pee, it was all gathering in an ever-expanding puddle. The strong stream drummed against the metal floor, creating waves and ripples in the elevator-lake. Alyne had reached the corner wall, and she knew above all else that the puddle could never be allowed to touch her legs, or any part of her. That would be too, too much.
Finally, finally, the woman stopped peeing. She looked… well, there was no other way to say it. She looked as though she had just experienced the greatest pleasure in her life. She was panting, still letting out the errant drip to add to her voluminous floor-puddle. Anyone retaining that much liquid would be desperate out of their mind, but despite this impressive capacity, Alyne somehow felt sure there was even more inside her own bladder. She felt all of it too as she shakily rose to her feet, the fact that the floor was no longer being sprayed helped bring her back to some semblance of sanity but the pressure was immense. She needed to pee so badly she was starting to consider the unthinkable. She wouldn’t and couldn’t wet herself, but… She looked at the soaked phone on the floor, still on dial to the 030.
Wordlessly, the other woman follows Alyne’s gaze, bends down and picks up the pee-covered phone. “H-Hey.” Her voice sounds defeated as she returns to the call. “I wet myself… I-I’m really sorry… I was so desperate I just c-couldn’t take it at all. I tried, I really really tried. Please…” Her confession of guilt spills out of her all at once. Alyne stops paying much attention to the call, redoubling her own efforts to hold it in now that she was on her feet again. Clearly, the woman needed to get her story over to the 030. Obviously it would have been much better for her if she could have held back just a little longer, but an understanding 030 agent could do a lot to improve her situation. Alyne did hope the woman was able to come out of this situation relatively unscathed, even if she couldn’t quite help but resent the relief she had gotten while Alyne herself was denied anything like that.
The woman is now searching her bag. The bag itself had not been spared from the puddle, and the bottom drips as the woman rummages. Alyne has to look away, as seeing and hearing the falling water brought her mind back to a minute prior. She was also reminded of something else, something equally terrible. Alyne did not have her receipt of relief with her. It was back in her car, useless to her. Even if she were to give in and plead with the 030 after the woman, there was nothing they could do for her. The absolute best she could hope for was wetting mitigation and even that risked being a black mark on her record. Alyne stifles a sob. It just wasn’t fair. She was supposed to have peed hours ago, her bladder was never supposed to have gotten this full.
“Hey…” Alyne doesn’t realize the woman is speaking with her at first. “Hey… I don’t know your name, but…”
Alyne looks up, hoping she doesn’t look too distraught. “Y-yes?”
“They’re asking if you want to talk, if, er, if you can’t hold it anymore?”
Alyne gulps. She couldn’t hold it anymore, she really couldn’t. She was undeniably holding it right now, but this was already past the point where any sane person would say “I can’t hold it anymore.” even if they weren’t literally peeing their pants in that very second. Her bladder was in so much pain, the pressure was so bad in so many places, the need was so bad, she was going to explode if she didn’t get to pee.
Alyne swallows again. It’s hard. She’s trying not to cry. “I’ll… I can still hold it.” She’s trying to look stoic, but whatever face she is making is probably not that.
“Are you-”
“Yes. Tell them that.”
“A-all right. If you say so.” The woman returns to the call. “She, she says she’ll hold it in until the elevator is fixed.” And just like that, the call is over. The woman gets busy wrapping wiping herself up as best she can and bundling her phone in some tissue to help it dry.
Would she be able to hold it until the elevator started moving again? Even with how desperate she was, it still hurt her pride to admit to answer might genuinely be no. The fact that she was no longer on the floor witnessing the peeing of a lifetime did help – but her bladder was genuinely beyond max capacity at this point. And she had no idea when she would finally get any kind of relief.
And then, it was only the wait. Alyne no longer had anything to occupy her mind with, no phone calls, no elevator support, no desperate woman, no nothing. Just waiting for an indeterminate amount of time, as even more unbearable liquid was added her overfull and overpressure piss organ over time. Her pee desperation had reached absurd, pornographic levels. She thought she would do literally anything if it meant getting a toilet this instant, but there was no “anything” she could do. All the avenues of relief were shut from her, other than this harrowing wait.
She was, just as her elevator-made had been before, practically fingering herself to keep everything sealed up. All of her pride and shame had been shattered after the front-seat pee show she had just been exposed to, the only thing that remained was staying dry. And to Alyne’s credit, miraculously, her bladder had not let a single drop go since then. Her leaks from when she first squatted down had not left any major damage on her clothes, and her panties were mostly dry at this point. However, this also meant her bladder hadn’t been given even an ounce of relief for this entire time. The physical toll was becoming extreme, to the point where the pressure from inside her bladder was becoming greater than the pressure she could even apply from the outside. She feels a dull, overwhelming pain below her navel. It travels downwards, almost like it’s trying to escape along with her urine. Alyne arches her back in recoil but can’t commit to the motion fully due to her stretched-out stomach.
This was it. This really, really was it. Alyne had finally reached her physical limit. Given what she had endured, it felt too unfair. But there was no way. Regardless of what Alyne did, she was going to pee soon.
“C-call… 030…! I can’t, I can’t take it anymore…!” She was barely even in control of what she was saying anymore. She would say or do anything if it could give her relief right now. A call to the 030 was probably not going to do anything, but it was the only thing Alyne could think of that could possibly help her now.
“Of course! I’ll do it now.” The woman fishes her phone out of a bundle of tissues inside her bag and dials the number.
“You are number… Sixty-eight… in the queue. Please hold until we can take your call.” Alyne finally breaks. A slow stream begins, escaping through her and past her trembling fingers. It seeps into her panties, soaking them slowly. She sobs, shudders. She was still holding it, in a sense. This slow defeat was the best and only thing she could muster at the moment, “not peeing” simply wasn’t an option anymore. The only alternatives were this, or full blast urination. Droplets are running down her leggings now, one at a time, drawing straight streaks of wetness.
It’s hopeless. The phone drones on while the woman looks at Alyne with equal amounts concern and understanding. The pressure inside her bladder wasn’t even decreasing with these pathetic leaks, if anything it was getting worse. She may very well be hitting a point where she would be rendered unable to do anything other than pee full force very, very soon. Maybe she should just squat and get it over with already. Her bladder had already been hurting her so badly and for so long. It still felt like diamond against her skin. Surely, she had done everything in her might to-
SLAM!
With a rumble and a grind, the elevator jumps into motion. Going up. Alyne gasps and is somehow able to stop peeing. Maybe her bladder had now depressurized just barely enough to let her hold on, or maybe it was a matter of renewed willpower. Regardless, Alyne was no longer leaking despite her sickeningly full bladder. She was gritting her teeth, pushing her legs together almost to the point of a cramp, and her hands hadn’t left her crotch for what felt like hours now. Her panties were thoroughly dampened from her continuous leaking, but that was nothing more than a single drop compared to the veritable ocean still inside of her.
Hurry, open, pee now, hurry, up, come on, pee, gotta pee pee pee, pee pee! Alyne’s thoughts were becoming a jumble, all blending together. In reality, nothing had really changed from when Alyne was full-on wetting herself mere seconds ago. She was now pulling on reserves of willpower she shouldn’t even be able to access, only because she knew she would get to pee soon, soon hurry, open, toilet, toilet pee piss, pee pee pee pee!
There is a Ding! and the elevator door slides open. Alyne stumbles outside, and only then does she realize she is on the wrong floor. Floor seven, a floor below her apartment. A floor below where her toilet is. She sobs. There are stairs.
The stairs were great and terrible. Alyne knew – she just knew that raising her leg to take the first step up the staircase would destroy her. It would part her legs just a little bit, create that crack in her defenses that would spell her end. It was a purely physical thing, parting her legs would remove the necessary obstruction, her hole would open up and she would start peeing. And there was no way she would be able to stop then, while also ascending the stairs. She throws a despairing glance backwards. Going back inside the elevator was not an option. She couldn’t do it. Alyne had made it so far, but now she was totally stuck. She wasn’t even wetting herself yet, but her toilet was kept behind an impassable obstacle, and so it didn’t even matter.
“-no time to explain, just run out and open your door. And open your door to the bathroom!” A pause. “I don’t care, do it now, it’s a matter of life and death!” Alyne can barely hear the conversation behind her, much less make sense of it. Seconds later, though, her arm is suddenly yanked by someone and she is dragged away.
“Come with me, hold it just a few seconds longer come on come on, we’re almost there. Just hold it, hold it.” Alyne is in front of a door. It’s closed. She can barely process what’s happening but has no capacity to resist it. The only thing she can do is listen to the voice and do as it tells her. Hold it. Hold it.
The door suddenly flies open. “All right, come on in th-!” The person on the inside has to stand aside as Alyne is whisked away, down a hallway and into someone’s apartment. Then, there is a second door, this one open. She’s in front of a toilet. She doesn’t even really understand how she got to this point, the porcelain is more mirage to her than real. But what she does know is that she needs to sit down on that thing and pee so very badly. She must, she has to, she can’t not, pee, pee, pee! But there’s a procedure to this, to use a toilet you have to do several things first, and in the right order. Alyne’s mind is so addled with pee desperation that she can’t even do that anymore. Her body wants to move but her bladder is weighing her down like an anchor.
“Get your leggings off.” Instructions. She can do that. She just has to listen and do what it says. It’s difficult. She leaks, once, when she has to get her hands away from down there. But she gets them off.
“Panties, now.” Panties what? “Get them off.” Same again, only no leaks this time.
“Turn around.” She does. Her foot catches on her clothes, it’s hard but she manages. But it, everything, needs to hurry. If she has to do many more things she is going to start peeing. It was getting impossible with her leaking, and with her bottom nude like this. It was going to, it was coming out! Hurry hurry hurry!
“Sit down.” She does. The porcelain felt so cool. The shivers and goosebumps all hit her bladder, it felt like a thousand little kicks and punches and it was all so tender.
It – the voice, it was leaving. “D-d-don’t leave…!” Alyne can barely get the words out of her mouth. It pauses in the door. “I’m going to give you some privacy.”
It doesn’t understand. “T-t-t-tell me, what, what I do n-next…!” She had to know.
“You can pee now.” Alyne doesn’t even wait for the sentence to end. It’s coming out of her, faster and harder than it ever had or ever will. As the woman from the elevator shuts the bathroom door, the haze is lifted from Alyne’s mind as she experiences what can only be described as an internal supernova. The release of pressure, and the pleasure that came with, were both immense. Her bladder – an iron balloon – was slowly deflating as a ridiculous volume of urine shot out of her and into the bowl.
“Ahh…! Oh, oh, ahh! Aaahhhnn…!” After Alyne vocalizes her relief once, she can’t stop herself. It glides out of her throat just as forcefully as the pee exits her body. Urine was blasting out of her so hard it almost felt like she was going to cleave the toilet in two. Alyne applies a little bit of pressure and it comes out even harder and it feels so unbelievably good. She leans forwards. “Ohh…! Ohh…!”
After a solid thirty seconds of the unmitigated Niagara Falls, Alyne finally reaches a point where she is no longer enslaved to pleasure. Her stream is a little more controlled even though it remains strong, her moans stifled when they threaten to escape. Her bladder still constricts her stomach, like she is wearing a tight belt. It still feels amazing, and it just keeps coming out. Alyne has to peek between her legs just to assure herself she isn’t filling the toilet. That was impossible, of course, but she still had to make sure. It wasn’t close to filling up, but Alyne could swear the water level had risen by a substantial amount.
It was ending. Not Alyne’s pee, though that would be coming to an end soon enough too. Rather, the pressure in Alyne’s bladder had finally gone away leaving only a dull ache. Alyne pushes gently, regaining a high-pressure stream for a few seconds. Her bladder had been aching for so very long, and it was finally allowed to pee. All the little places where Alyne had been hurting and needing for so long, her navel, her sides, just behind her pussy… It was indescribably amazing to be rid of all that.
And she keeps peeing. At this point, she is just basking in the afterglow. She almost doesn’t want it to end. She shudders as she lets out the last few drops, and sighs happily. The familiar sound of a paper print starts a little while later.
Alyne remains on the toilet, happy, for a little longer. She’ll go get the receipt soon. Then she would... figure out whose apartment she was in. |
My second attempt at a story, hope you enjoy it. It's longer than intended so bare with it.
Grace turned around when she realised Emma was no longer swimming besides her. She could see her head bobbing in the water a little ways back. Slowly treading water towards her friend she called "Em, you alright?" Emma nodded and replied "yeah, just wanted to see how far out we are and catch my breath" Emma could also feel the sea around her turn slightly warmer as she let out a long pee into the water through her bikini bottoms.
The pair had been at the beach all day and decided to swim far out just see how far they could get. As Grace approached, Emma had finished her pee and took a few stokes towards her. Grace said "oh I wondered if you wanted to start heading back" looking around seeing they appeared closer to the sailing boats than the beach. Smiling Emma said "No no I'm good for abit further" giving her bladder and couple of taps under the water. Seeing Emma's smile Grace quipped with a twinkle in her eye "Just a little wee stop then?" knowing exactly what Emma just did.
Emma replied "exactly" poking her tongue out "do need to catch my breath though". Taking the opportunity Grace had pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and was peeing full force into the water around them. Braking Grace's focus, Emma queried "do you pull your swimsuit to the side?" noting one of her friends hands was out of sight. Slightly embarrassed Grace replied "yeah, always do, can't exactly get this off". Feeling her stream slow and stop, replacing her swimsuit "Don't you?" she asked genuinely curious. Shaking her head, Emma replied "nah, I just go through mine. Hands free" giggling at her own joke.
Grace's attention had gone back to the beach "we're really far out" she noted, turning her head towards the sailing boats, still quite a ways off. "you up for carrying on?" turning back towards Emma, slightly puzzled as she appeared abit fidgety.
Emma also noting their solitude suddenly felt really mischievous "yeah, though not too far, don't want to be swept away and we have to swim back" As she replied she had slipped her bottoms from her bum. She'd always wanted to try skinny dipping, but was too scared, now is a safe chance and Grace wouldn't know or care if she was found out. Winching slightly as she pulled the front down, catching some of her pubic hair in the fabric.
Emma noting her odd behaviour and Grace's puzzled look "sorry, the girls needed adjusting" as she slid her bottoms down her legs, very careful not to loose them unhooked them from her foot. Grace took a long blink in amusement and smiled "when they're ready". Emma looped her bottoms around her bikini top through her cleavage, satisfied and mischievous at her state of undress "they're good. Onward" jesting out to sea.
Clearly feeling abit more conversational they stuck close to each other and chatted as they slowly swam further out. Emma slowed and shivered at a slight jumble in her bum. Confused, Grace slowed too "s'up Em?". Emma let out a small fart and felt a bubble work its way between her bare bum cheeks "Should we head back?" now feeling a definite pressure inside.
Grace resisted "we could go further surely? Or did you just want to play with the girls abit?" teasing her friend. Emma laughed a little, concluding in her mind she'd like to stay out longer she brushed off her own question "just wondering how long it'll take us to get back for food" another bubble work its way out and the mention of food seemed to increase the pressure but Emma pushed it to the back of her mind.
The mention of food also resonated with Grace, who had felt a pressure when they last peed but had resisted, wanting to carry on swimming. Emma had started to swim off but hadn't got far when she stopped, feeling a sudden need to pee again. Grace swam over slightly concerned "Em, what is it?" In denial Emma carries on "it's nothing let's go" injecting some enthusiasm.
After a short while of proper swimming the girls stop again. "Ace, can't ignore it now, could we go back, I need the loo" Emma confesses, cupping her bum under the water. Grace laughs with relief "Is that it, thought it was more serious. Just go in the water again" not quite grasping the full situation. Emma looks stunned, with a loud shout whisper "I can't.. do.. a poo.. out... here" Realising she actually probably could, in head asking, who would know, Ace wouldn't care.
Grace now realises Emma's resistance, almost reading her friends thoughts "I need to go too, but not here". A now curious Emma, having let go of her bum, reasoned "hold up Ace, we could, no-one would know. We've already peed and it'd be a shame to go back" a stream of bubbles erupted out of her. Grace seeing the stream of bubbles laughs, causing a large bubble to escape. Slowly making its way between her cheeks, feeling it move up her back and out the top of her swimsuit.
Grace looks around smiling mischievously "ok, can't pull my swimsuit to the side though" tucking up her legs into a squat position. Emma laughs "I'm taking my bottoms off" slipping her bottoms from her cleavage and brandishing them above the water.
Grace wasn't paying attention, her arms were working hard to keep her afloat, while she pushed. Feeling her bum open up and her swimsuit getting tight from what she was pushing into it. The relief was hard to fathom and she could feel her bum bulging as she continued pushing. A jet of warmth shot out of her, slowed greatly by her swimsuit. Her hands slowed as her legs straightened and gently kicked again. She laughed at the naughtiness of what she just did. Feeling oddly pleased with herself, there was a small rush as she realised her nipples were hard and she could feel that she had a camel toe, if anyone could see.
Emma, realising Grace wasn't paying attention, replaced her bottoms between her boobs. Carrying on gently kicking with her legs further apart, her hands pulled her bum cheeks apart slightly and she pushed. It didn't take much before she felt something slip out. Looking around, she sighed that it hadn't seem to float. She grunted and pushed again but only released a stream of bubbles. Taking a deep breath she pushed again and felt a larger log slowly move out of her. Relishing the feeling of release as it left her and sank, her hands released her bum and she resumed treading water, taking a moment to process what she'd done. She could hear her friend laughing.
Grace, now tried to open up the leg band of her swimsuit and get her poo out, it was not working though. She swims over to Emma "hay Em, think I'm gonna have to take my swimsuit off" "Em? You still going?".
Emma suddenly realises Grace is in directly in front of her talking "hay, you done?" Straightening up she cups her vagina with one hand "I still need a wee". Grace giggles and starts to extract herself from her swimsuit.
It goes surprisingly well in the water, having it around her waist in no time. As she rolled the final part of her swimsuit off the feeling of her poo peeling off her bum tickled causing her to shudder. She turned her swimsuit inside out and gave it a good shake under the water. With one hand parted her bum cheeks and wiggled them to free off any clinging poo.
Emma meanwhile was peeing full force into her hand slowly moving her fingers in the stream. As her flow died down she saw Grace cleaning herself up and holding her swimsuit. Reaching behind her, finding the string of her bikini top pulled and her top fall gently away.
Catching each others eye they both take a deep breath and start laughing. Grace exclaims "wow that was fun" giggling away. Emma replies "are you a little excited?" giggling with her friend. Grace nods "yeah, do you feel weirdly clean?" Emma nods giggling away. She blushes "bath times are gonna get more fun" confiding in her friend.
Surprised Grace stares at her friend exclaiming "oh no you don't, we share that bath!". Laughing Emma defends "never at the same time" the girls stop looking at each other. Emma ponders "that actually kinda sounds fun" carrying on the thought Grace continues "yeah, we could get some Playmobil or Lego boats and play together". "Sounds great" confirms Emma.
Grace finishes the thought "think we should head back now. Get dressed closer to the beach". Emma asks "can we get boats on the way home?" Both girls start swimming to shore, wanting to get home for a bath. |
This is the next installment, I know that the last part wasn't like the first, but this one is going to be more in line with the first. As usual, I hope you enjoy.
The imagery comes so clear:
A balloon-like organ sits snugly in my crotch. It begins to swell as it is filled with a glorious golden liquid. The chill begins to set in, threatening to freeze my very soul. My bladder fills, becoming a pit of warmth in my lower abdomen. It fills, and fills, as a pressure begins to build, but every container has its limit. As I try and try to keep the taboo inside, it begins to leak out despite. First, a dibble, and then, a trickle, and then... all at once. The forbidden warmth begins to flow without stop, cascading like a waterfall off a drop. The biting cold begins to flee, as my blissful wee comes to be. The plush comfort of my baggy pants, becomes transformed into a mushy blanket, filled with wet warmth.
The bell rings
Another daydream, the third one today. I suppose I couldn't blame myself, considering what happened the day before. Something had awakened that day, and it wanted, so desperately, to stretch its legs. I'd never really had experience with being this aroused, especially for this long, I was unsure how to handle myself. Despite that, I followed my school routine, but I played a little more dangerously. I drank way more water that day, and purpose fully put off the bathroom. I didn't want anything to happen at school of course, so I scouted open bathrooms incase of an emergency. Although it wasn't quite the same, getting desperate and letting it all go had its own charm as opposed to a full accident. As the school day ended I headed outside, I could feel the cold start to creep in as I stood outside the doors. I was prepared for the weather today, but not so prepared that I wouldn't get cold, because that was part of the fun. I make my way home, my overactive bladder a pleasant reminder of my plans for the evening. I unlock the door and step inside. I stomp the snow off my boots before taking them off as well as my coat, which had the lining removed. As I shuffled around taking off my snow gear, the contents of my bladder got a pleasant jostle. It surprises me how well I took to this... obsession of mine, I had just awakened the day before and now I was relishing in the desperation of my need. I stand there for a bit, contemplating what to do next, then I head for my games. I wasn't desperate enough to execute my plan, so I decided to pass the time.
Now, plan might be too stong a word, I simply planned to have an accident outside, in my backyard of course. I continue to drink as I complete various quests in my current game. Eventually, my bladder is ready, and I begin to move. Getting up was a bit of a struggle, I had to untangle my legs from the sitting potty dance I ended up falling into during my session. Once I had my legs properly positioned I began to rise. My bladder began to shift and threatened to release right then and there, but I had plans to follow. As I made it to my feet my bladder camr more under control. Now that I was standing, I could move easier, but not by much. My bladder continued to slosh back and forth, demanding it be let go as I walked to the back door. Each step brought me a step closer to a flood, with droplets beginning to worm their way out. I finally make it outside and walk along the snow as it crunches against my feet and socks. I wait a moment, I wanted the cold to make me burst, to lose control and drive away the pain with the bliss of taboo. A wind suddenly blows over me, and I cannot help myself. The shock causes me to jump, and as I land my bladder gives. Immediately I feel the warmth streaming down my legs as a building sense of relief begins to overwhelm me. This time, I can see the wetness spread over me, as my pants change to a naughtier shade of gray. The stream reaches my feet and my long socks soak up the approaching warmth as it spreads and melts the snow around me. It takes everything not to moan loudly as I finish off relieving myself. With a contented half moan half sigh, I look at the damage of my pants. The wet stain is steaming as it begins to condensate the air around it, and the puddle that was forming begins to melt away, turning the snow a pleasantly light yellow. I head inside before things start to freeze, and can't help myself from what happens next. Now I would not like to describe what specifically I did after that, but I think you can figure it out with that imagination of yours. When I finish I just lay there, processing what just happened.
After zoning out for a good 15 minutes, I snap out of my trance and try to begin functioning again. As I stand I realize that I have to pee again, the water from earlier still doing its job. Not wanting to make too much of a mess inside the house I head to the bathroom. As I open the door and prepare to do my business, I notice that my pants are quite hard to take off, and quite cold too. A lazy thought occurs to me, and I just sit in the toilet, pants and all. As I get comfy, feeling the wetness of my pants, I release yet again. The warmth retraces the area around my butt and begins to trickle down into the toilet. Again, my bladder is relieved of its burden and I am rewarded for it, feeling the tandem warmth and wetness caress my bottom. I get up, wash my hands, and move to change. The end of another great experience. |
(WARNING: This is about a kidnapped girl being forced to wet herself naked and endure sexual activity, if this isn't your thing then feel free to skip past!)
I opened my eyes, revealing a fear-inducing basement. A tall figure stood in the shadows near the stairs. I looked down and saw that I was completely naked from head to toe with rope tied around my waist and arms. I felt the cold of the pole on my back.
"Feeling comfortable?" The mystery man growled.
"W-who are you? What are you doing to me? Why am I here?" I wriggled around, attempting to free myself to no avail.
"That's not important. I just wanna have some fun with you." The man let out a low chuckle, stepping out from the shadows, revealing a little stubble on his face, his dark chocolate eyes and olive skin. A hood covered the most part of his hair, other than the black curly bangs hanging out infront of his eyebrows.
"Well...I don't mean to bother you but...I kinda need to pee." As my memory regained itself, I had realised that before all of this, I was bent over myself and holding my crotch, waiting for the public bathroom to open. That was until I was dragged to the back of a white van and held captive.
"Yes, I couldn't help to notice your...situation. That's where the fun begins." The man walked away, turning on his sink tap and walking up the stairs. He wanted me to wet myself. I didnt want to give it to him but it was difficult with no hands to hold my quivering pussy. A few drops of pee rolled out of my pee hole, resulting in my legs cramping together, rubbing against one another. Hearing the water from the tap made my situation much worse, but I was pretty good at holding my pee.
Time went past and my pee desperation became painful. My bladder ached for it's release, but my thighs stopped any streams of pee to come out. The mystery man came back and stared at me with the utmost creepiness.
"Not one drop, huh?" He dragged a finger along the floor near me then up my pussy, keeping his eyes on me. I whimpered from the immediate touch, a tear rolling down my cheek. The man laughed more and began to set up his next trap for me.
"P-please sir...I just need to get home. I don't want to do this. I just wanted to pee and then get home to my-"
"SHUT UP! Gah, you stupid bitch." His loud shout resulted in a single stream of pee jet out of my pee hole, making me squeeze my legs tighter. Eventually, the man had finished his trap set up and untied me, keeping his eyes on me at all times. He picked me up and flopped my naked body over his shoulder. I held on tightly as well as squeezing my legs together so I didn't pee all over my captor.
With great difficulty, he strapped me into his new trap that held me against the wall. His eyes fell to my pulsating pussy, that was squeezed in between my legs.
"Give me your legs." He snarled.
"W-what, no. I'll piss myself, otherwise. Its the only thing I have!"
"Welp, that's what I want. I want your juicy piss on my floor. Hm?" I nodded with fear as I separated my legs and let him strap them to the wall. I clenched my vaginal muscles and wriggled my hips to stop my pee hole from releasing its beautifully desperate jet of piss. Suddenly, a couple drops of pee rolled out of my pee hole and onto my leg. The man smiled at me with excitement. He wasn't dangerous, he was just a fucking creep. I could see his hard on in his blue skinny jeans from up there. I snapped my eyes shut so I didn't have to look at his face, but opened then as soon as I felt a rubbing feeling on my pussy.
The guy was rubbing his dick on my vagina?! His crazy smile scared me even more, resulting in a few drops of pee dropping onto his dick. Eventually, he shoved it in me, thrusting it hardly. My pee began to stream out of me in 3 second intervals, making the guy thrust in me faster.
"O-oh god, I'm gonna pee! I'm gonna pee!" My face contorted as I tried my hardest to hold my leaking pee. I managed to stop the leaking with a tightly squeeze, which resulted in a deep groan from the man, who was still fucking me.
"Oh come on, you slut, piss on my cock. Come on." He thrusted even deeper, making me scream out. I felt my pee trickle out onto his penis, even squeezing my pussy muscles didn't help anymore. I managed to stop my last bit of pee coming out of my pee hole, which resulted in the man stopping his thrusting. He walked away, his dick still out.
"P-please just let me pee. Even in a bucket, I don't care...it just...hurts."
"I'm gonna sit in this seat and watch you piss, bitch. So pee or no pee."
"C-can I at least have one hand free? Please?"
"Ugh...fine. Just shut your complaining, I'm tryna get off." He released my left hand after unlocking the lock.
I snapped my hand down to my crotch, holding my aching piss back from this creep. I whimpered and wriggled on the spot, slapping my pussy and rubbing it to stop anything from coming out. The creepy man was masturbating to this in his seat, keeping his eyes on me at all times. I held my crotch tighter as I felt my pee begin to exit my pee hole. I couldn't hold it anymore. The drops turned to a trickle and the trickle turned into a stream. I rubbed my hand back and forth to stop the stream, but it wouldn't stop. I had wet myself. Naked. Infront of an unknown man.
"Oh you little slut, that was so hot. You're gonna be here for a long fuckin time."
Next thing I know, I was blacked out in his basement, resting my head back on the wall in relief.
(Part 2 or nah?) |
I woke up with a banging in my head, still slightly unaware of my surroundings although I had come to realise why I was there. My kidnapper had a fetish. And he wasn't gonna let me go until he got bored of me. He seemed to mean no harm, although he would if I tried to escape. And I found that out when I escaped his house with the biggest piss desperation I ever had.
A few days went past and he continued to fill me up with drinks then have me wet myself. Today was different.
"If you hold your pee...NAKED...around my house, I'll let you go."
"R-really...o-okay." Next thing I knew, he was rolling my jeans down and my shirt above my head one after the other until I was stood exposed in the middle of the living room.
"Food in the fridge. Bathroom is locked, so don't even try. You can nap in my room. Just don't piss on my bed." I saw his sly grin as he walked away with his car keys, exiting the front door of the house. I heard the keys in the lock, signalling I had a locked front door and an empty house. My bladder wasn't super full at that moment in time, so I sat on the light grey leather sofa and turned on the TV, focusing on whatever B list movie the channel was in the middle of playing.
The movie's credits rolled after 45 minutes and I began to feel a slight discomfort in my bladder area, which caused me to shuffle in my seat. My pussy rubbed up against the soft, warm leather as I wriggled my hips in the circles to hold back my wave of piss. My hand snapped to my crotch as pee slowly dripped out, immediately standing up to my feet to avoid any pee rolling onto the sofa and being noticed. Minute by minute, my desperation grew, Bastard probably put a laxative in my drink that morning. As I wondered around the house in curiosity with a hand softly placed in my crotch, I noticed hidden cameras placed around behind the decor and in the corners of every room. I was far from safe and if I pissed myself...he was gonna find out.
After an hour of silence and boredom, my desperation was at maximum levels. My curious wondering turned into quick up and down pacing and my soft hold turned into my hand shoved deep between my legs with a thin layer of sweat covering my naked body. My piss pushed against my urethra exit, threatening to spill through my fingers. Tears were filling up to the brim of my eyes as I felt punches in my bladder, it was super painful and I couldn't get past it. My hums turned to "ooohs" and my "ooohs" turned to "aahhs", my legs wrapped around each other like cables in an electrical box as I bounced my right leg up and down. I had never moved in such a quick pace in one spot. I had close calls with the bathroom but I have never held to this extent, especially since it could buy me an escape. But I didn't even need it.
"Lucy?!" I heard a whisper scream from outside calling my name. With my body convulsing, my hands shoved in between my crotch, I turned my head slowly to see my best friend, Daisy, looking through the window. Relief had washed over me, but not the one I was expecting. Tears rolled down my cheeks quicker than before and pee began dropping out quickly. I bounced on the spot to counteract my leaking, sobbing and crying out for help.
"D-Daisy...I need to get out of here, and I-I need to wee really badly." I coughed and splurged from crying so loudly, still holding back my pee with much pain.
"Oh Lucy...I'll get you outta there, don't worry!"
"H-hurryyyyy..." I cried out as Daisy ran away to find a way in. My bottom lip quivered as I imagined my sweet escape for both myself and my pee. My bladder began to spill more pee, making me cry louder and move my hips in circles, my hands shoved into my crotch with fingers pressed against my pee hole. Daisy eventually smashed open a window in the living room and crawled in, running up to me with fear and concern.
"Oh god, Lucy...everyone has been looking for you for a week now. We thought you were...we just thought you were unsafe. Come on. Let's get you to the car."
"D-Daisy...I can't move." I wriggled around on the spot with my hands in my crotch, Lucy standing behind me in silence. Suddenly, I felt arms around me, leading me out of the window and up to her red jeep, its engine still running. Daisy helped me into the car, buckling up my seat belt. I rocked back and forth with my hands in my crotch, not thinking that I was still naked and exposed to the entire neighbourhood.
"Right, Lucy, let's get you home, okay?"
"Mmm..um I need to pee though." Lucy looked down at my quivering pussy, pee rolling out into my fingers. I rubbed back and forth to stop pee from dripping onto her car seat.
"We need you out of here though. Can you hold on for 2 more minutes?" I nodded ferociously, just wanting to get out of there, but I didnt think about how my desperation was at its limits and It most likely wouldn't hold back for longer than 30 seconds. After Lucy buckled herself in and zoomed away, I felt a large leak squirt out, creating a puddle in my cuped hands.
"O-oh god...Lucy, I can't wait anymore, I'm sorry."
"Just pee, Daisy." Lucy said quietly, looking out to the road infront of her. I let out a moan of discomfort before resting back and relaxing my muscles. A large stream of piss squirted out of my vagina, landing on the dashboard. I panicked and held back, but after a reassuring pat on the shoulder from Lucy, I let go.
The sweet, craving relief of an escape was way past me. All I could think about is how my long awaited piss was hissing out of me, with my best friend next to me, I felt more than safe.
(Hope you enjoy the part 2! This will be the finale as I didnt enjoy this one as much, but regardless, I'll move on!) |
Hey OmoOrg! It's been a hot minute since I posted a story here, but here's my latest endeavor 🙂
It was shaping up to be the hottest summer the town of Goldwood had experienced in several years. Outdoor events required awnings, pools were crowded, and students taking summer courses at the college carried full water bottles with them. One location benefitting from the heat wave was The Goldwood Brew. It was the premier local coffee shop in town and business typically fell off a bit in the summer when most college students were gone. As Katie prepared drinks on an early June day, she could tell this summer was going to be different.
“Fresh squeezed lemonade for Kimmy, fresh squeezed lemonade for River!” Katie called out.
“Then two iced lattes and another lemonade,” her coworker Sarah said.
“Thanks. Busy day,” Katie said as got to work preparing the first latte. The curly haired blonde was wearing her typical work attire, a Goldwood Brew t-shirt with jeans covered up by an apron. She had finished her second year of college and had been working at The Goldwood Brew for almost as long. Money was tight coming from a middle-class family where she was the middle of three sisters, all of whom were pretty smart. By taking classes in the summer, she hoped to graduate a semester early and save some financial strain for both her parents and her student loans. Her summer chemistry class was in the mornings, allowing her to work afternoon or closing shifts whenever was needed.
Katie checked her phone as the coffee machines worked their magic. She was nearly two hours into her 12-4 shift, and it felt like she had just gotten there! Being busy really did help the time go by. She continued to work, but noticed her coworker start to slow down. Sarah didn’t seem to be her regular bubbly self either.
“Everything okay Sarah?” Katie asked.
“I have to pee so freaking bad,” Sarah whispered, hands pressed into the crotch of her jeans. “I forgot to pee when I went to lunch so it’s been like 4 hours.”
Katie felt a flood of sympathy as she was no stranger to those issues herself. “Go now, hopefully it’ll stay pretty lowkey.”
“Are you sure?” Sarah asked.
“Girl, go pee,” Katie insisted.
Sarah headed around the corner as Katie worked the bar by herself for a little bit. She saw one of the customers who recently ordered sitting under a table outside, so she headed there to give him his drink. As Katie walked back, she saw a surprisingly long line for the bathrooms. One of the two bathrooms had an “out of order” sign on it leading to about ten men and women queued up. Even though it had been a few minutes, Sarah was seventh in line.
Katie headed back to the bar and took care of the remaining orders as fast as she was able. She kept her eyes out for Sarah’s return, but no one even emerged from the bathroom hallway until five minutes later. Realizing it might be a bit, Katie made herself a nitro cold brew and went to work tackling the orders as fast as she could.
“These lemonades are so good Kimmy! I can’t believe I’ve never tried one before,” River said. She and Kimmy had arrived at The Goldwood Brew with perfect timing allowing them to claim the two comfy chairs in the corner rather than just sitting at a table. As a photographer, she was a regular who often came to edit her photo spreads, sip a nice drink, and enjoy the atmosphere. It being summer meant that she could have company more often since Kimmy was a teacher.
“In fairness, the coffee is phenomenal too,” Kimmy said.
River nodded. “And the pastries. And the beer on tap… this place is basically heaven for any artists, writers, or students here.”
“Teachers too,” Kimmy grinned. “But that lesson plan I was going to do can wait till later. I’ve got all summer.”
River laughed as she fixed her straight blonde hair. “Dangerous words. Anyway, I think I’ll get another lemonade. Do you want something?”
“I’ll take an iced caramel latte,” Kimmy said.
“Ooh that does sound good,” River said. She put up their empty glasses and made her way to the line, which was decently long given the hot day. Her bladder was decently full, so she cast a glance towards the bathrooms only to find an even longer line with one of them closed. She shrugged and decided to wait till it died down.
River got to the front of the line and smiled when she saw Katie, one of the friendliest workers there. “Hey girl!”
“Hey River. Working on any cool photos?” Katie asked.
“Not really, today’s just a chill hangout day. I’m here with a teacher who’s off so we’re just catching up. You look slammed today!” River said.
“It is so busy!” Katie exclaimed. “There’s a lot of people, and one of our bathrooms is out of service. My coworker’s been in line for like twenty minutes so it’s a bit of scramble over here.”
“Oh dang,” River said.
“It’s fine! I made myself a nitro cold brew to keep up,” Katie said. She showed River her half-finished cup, shrugged, and then chugged the remainder.
“Feeling energized?” River asked.
Katie clapped her hands. “You bet. I can take on the world!”
River giggled at her antics and as she ordered before. As she waited on the drinks, she watched the bathroom line out of the corner of her eye. It really wasn't moving. Eventually Katie handed both drinks to her and River headed back.
Her second glass of lemonade was a touch sweeter than the first and tasted even better. She and Kimmy sat and talked a while longer, eventually getting a text from their friend Danielle who was bored at work. After exchanging a few messages and memes with her, River and Kimmy recalled some of the various misadventures they’d had with her over the years. After recalling an ill-fated concert, River quickly realized that laughing was the worst possible thing for her bladder.
“I will be right back Kimmy, I really have to pee,” River said before adjusting her Nike shorts and racing over to the bathroom. She grimaced as she got in line, eleven people in front of her. A few minutes later, she was joined by Sarah the barista. She was fidgeting nonstop and adjusting both her black hair and glasses.
“Ma’am are you okay?” River asked.
Sarah blushed and shook her head. “I have to pee so bad. I was in line earlier, but I waited thirty minutes and only moved four spots cause some people had to… you know. Then I felt terrible for Katie working alone so I went back to help for a bit but had to rejoin the line cause I am literally about to pee my pants right now.”
“That’s horrible! Here go in front of me,” River said hoping a few more people would overhear and let the poor girl go further. She got up to eighth before a woman said she herself was desperate and made a fuss even after the man in front of her offered to let the Sarah go in front of him and move his own spot to behind the rude woman. As Sarah conceded to the eighth spot in line, River anxiously eyed the bathroom door. It had been moving a little faster, but it was still an awfully long line.
“This could be a disaster,” River thought to herself as her own bladder twinged. “What if she can’t make it? What if I can’t make it?” |
At age 24, Sarah was in uncharted territory. She’d worked long days, she’d worked stressful days, and she’d worked days where she had to hold her pee. But this day? It was the worst possible combination of all three. Technically she had wet herself as an adult before, but that was back in college after a night of drinking. She woke up the next morning to a soaked bedspread and hadn’t experienced the desperation. The hell she was going through in line was a different beast entirely.
Someone left the bathroom taking the line down to seven people. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief until realizing the bathroom’s new occupant was a desperate mom and her child who needed a diaper change. That would be five minutes at minimum. Even if everyone afterwards only had to pee, that would still be quite a long wait. She idly tugged on her hair and checked her phone. Suddenly it buzzed, which startled her causing her first leak.
Katie: I’m getting behind on orders. Your bladder comes first, but the Karens are getting cranky.
Sarah: So sorry! This line is slowww. I think I’m literally about to pee my pants. Already leaking 😭
Katie’s typing bubble went crazy for a few seconds before fading. Sarah felt a second leak escape as her eyes stayed glued to her phone.
Katie: I HAVE A PLAN!
Sarah heaved a sigh of relief. Katie walked out from behind the bar and went around the corner to the broom closet. She came back with a mop and handed it to Sarah.
“Sorry everyone. After the next person is out, we’re closing the bathroom for cleaning. It should only take about ten minutes,” Katie said.
“You’ve got to be joking!” the rude woman in front of Sarah grumbled.
“Ma’am that bathroom has been receiving twice the traffic as usual and hasn’t been cleaned all day,” Katie said.
Sarah perked up once she heard the current occupant flush and start washing up. She triumphantly walked to the front of the line, but the rude woman shoved her out of the way and locked her out.
“What a bitch,” the photographer at the end of the line said. Sarah had to agree there. The customer was in fact not always right.
The woman stayed in the bathroom a decently long time. Sarah suffered her longest leak yet and blushed as a wet spot formed and seeped into the front of her apron. “I was asleep last time. I guess now I finally find out what it’s like to wet myself as an adult,” Sarah thought. She lost two more steady leaks. By this point a dark circle had formed on her apron and warm pee trickled down the legs of her jeans.
The door opened and the woman wordlessly walked out a brisk pace. Sarah wheeled the mop cart inside and slammed the door. Her dam was already breaking as she ripped her jeans down and lifted her apron up. She unleashed a massive torrent into the toilet for at least a minute straight. The relief was truly felt orgasmic.
“Was it?” The thought came out of nowhere, but her long pee did feel awfully good. Perhaps she would investigate after work. Ultimately, about two thirds of her bladder made it into the toilet. She felt pretty embarrassed but knew it could have been a whole lot worse. She mopped the bathroom and dabbed up some spilt coffee with a paper towel. Sarah went to dispose of it and was caught off guard as the trash can absolutely reeked. She took the bag out and found a pair of panties at the bottom absolutely soaked. As Sarah thought back to the uncharacteristically quiet exit from the woman before her, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Serves you right.”
A knock on the door jolted Sarah back to reality. “Hey, I know you’re cleaning, but can you please hurry up?” A woman said.
“The other customers!” Sarah frantically shoved the mop back in her cart and made her out of the bathroom as the desperate woman ran in. As she watched several desperate customers stand in line, she hoped the pace would finally pick up.
She returned to the bar and found Katie bouncing in a dozen different directions at once as she took, made, and handed out orders. The blonde girl slipped a list of names and orders to her before grabbing two glasses and taking them to customers sitting outside. “Thank goodness you’re back!” Katie said.
“I’m so sorry for that wait! I’ll get right back to work!” Sarah stammered as she began to make the next drink.
Katie handed off both drinks and darted back inside. After chugging her nitro cold brew, her brain had shifted in a gear she’d previously only experienced in the last five minutes of exams. It wasn’t her only body part working in overdrive though.
She walked back inside and checked out the bathroom line. It certainly hadn’t gotten any shorter. She made eye contact with River whose knees were bent as she smiled through the pain. A quick glance at her phone said she still had forty-five minutes left of her shift. While Katie was glad Sarah got her chance to pee, she’d been counting on saving the bathroom cleaning idea for herself. That was okay though. Her bladder would put up a fight, but it was a fight she could win. |
As much as it pained River to admit it, she was entering familiar territory as her bladder began to leak. Within the past year were a dangerously close call at a concert followed by a full wetting in a Halloween maze. She hoped she'd avoid another accident, but it wasn't looking good.
The bathroom door opened followed by a very relieved woman walking out. River became second in line, but still didn’t know if that would be enough time. Her next leak was twice as long as the previous one forming a small damp patch on her shorts. Several drops ran down each of her crossed legs. She tried to spread them apart but that just caused two more leaks.
“I can make it. I can make it.” River told herself.
“Plumbing!” A mustached man shouted as he entered the coffeeshop. Katie directed him and he entered the broken bathroom. It seemed the line had been gifted a guardian angel.
The man in front of River entered the bathroom. Suddenly, there was a clattering of tools from inside the broken bathroom as the plumber swore. He came out having been splashed several times. “There’s a leak in there that just burst open. We’re going to have to shut the water off for about thirty minutes to contain it.”
River’s jaw dropped. There was no way she could last three minutes let alone thirty. She got out of line and tried to make her way back to Kimmy, leaking pee with each step. She couldn’t even turn the corner before her bladder burst. She was holding on and then suddenly there was nothing to hold on to. Her light blue Nike shorts turned several shades darker as River sighed and conceded defeat. She spread her legs as her stream no longer had any resistance and cascaded to the floor below. She was wetting herself in one of her favorite public establishments. It was a humiliating thought, yet she in the moment she was just happy to finally let go. A few moments later she was found by a startled Kimmy.
“Oh no!” Kimmy exclaimed.
“That’s not the outcome I wanted, but it’s fine,” River said.
“Are you sure?” Kimmy asked.
“You ask that like I’m a stranger to this predicament,” River said. She walked out into the main part of the cafe and received a handful of stares and sympathetic faces from the other patrons. She felt herself blushing as she made her way to the bar. While she was growing used to situations like that, the embarrassment never fully went away either.
The pouring of lemonade taunted Katie’s poor distended bladder as she stood behind the bar with crossed legs. Her first leak had already sprung and a second one came as she handed a man his drink. She looked down and pretended that she didn’t see the golf ball sized stain on her apron threatening to expand. She was in the middle of mentally giving her bladder a pep talk when River approached her.
“Hey Katie… um…”
Katie looked up and gasped. River's shorts were soaked. “I’m so sorry! This is a disaster. Sarah, could you get the mop and… shit!”
She let out a leak for several seconds before frantically managing to clamp down on her leaky bladder. Awkward eye contact with River confirmed that she’d seen the entire thing.
“When does your shift end?” River asked.
“Ten minutes. She can leave early!” Sarah insisted. “Just get her out of here!”
“Thank you so much!” Katie shouted. She scrambled to the door with River and Kimmy following close behind her. The Goldwood Brew was across from a strip center in downtown, but Katie knew most of those stores were locally owned with odd hours and often lacked public bathrooms.
“Where to?” River asked.
“I have no idea! We just have to hope for the best,” Katie said as she sprinted across the crosswalk spraying into her already drenched panties.
“Is that ice cream shop open?” Kimmy asked.
“It should be. You’re a lifesaver!” Katie shouted.
Katie had been meaning to try out Chilly Swirls for a few months, but this certainly wasn’t the occasion she had in mind. The ice cream parlor was mostly empty with a single employee behind the counter. She violently threw open the door and asked where the bathroom was.
Though the guy behind the counter nicely pointed to the back corner, it didn’t matter. Katie lost complete control of her bladder before she even made it off the entrance mat. She covered her mouth and watched helplessly a golden torrent spilled down her legs. Her panties, jeans, apron, and even part of her shirt became soaked in warm pee which ultimately pooled onto the floor in a massive puddle. Katie was absolutely mortified. Despite recurring bedwetting issues growing up, her only adult wettings had occurred relatively privately on a flight where only her sister noticed. This was worse in every possible way.
Katie brushed a few tears away and awkwardly approached the employee, a college aged guy with black hair and a neat beard named Mark. “I’m so sorry. I’ll go clean up a bit.”
She headed to the bathroom and splashed water on her pants before spending several minutes in front of the hand dryer at various angles. Once she concluded that it was as good as it would get, she took a deep breath and walked out. Mark was mopping up the entrance while River and Kimmy made small talk about the bathroom nightmare that had unfolded at Goldwood Brew.
“Hey, are you doing okay?” River asked.
“I’m beyond embarrassed but I’ve accepted it,” Katie said. “Sorry again, Mark.”
“Accidents happen,” Mark shrugged. He abandoned the mop and walked behind the counter. “Have a favorite flavor?”
“Cookie dough,” Katie said.
“Good choice,” Mark said. He made her a cup and handed it to her. Katie offered to pay, but Mark insisted it was on the house.
Katie thanked him as she walked back to Goldwood Brew with River and Kimmy. “I feel so bad, but thankfully he was nice about it.”
“Yeah, he seems like a good dude,” River said.
“Definitely. You two have been awesome too,” Katie said. The three girls headed back to The Goldwood Brew where they ate their ice cream in the parking lot. River and Kimmy left and Katie prepared herself for an uncomfortable and smelly drive home. She arrived at an empty apartment where she immediately did laundry and told her sister a watered down version of the Chilly Swirls incident that left out her accident.
For the rest of that night, Katie found herself unable to get Mark out of her head. He had been so comforting to a stranger going through one of her most humiliating moments. Over the next few weeks, she debated about going back to Chilly Swirls but couldn’t do it. She finished her summer chemistry class, and her family went on vacation. She returned to Goldwood eager for her biology class in the second summer session as she preferred it to chemistry.
She walked into the lecture hall and found herself in an assigned seat right next to Mark. |
Hello. This is my first story I made. It took a bit to make but I’m happy with how it came out. Constructive criticism is welcomed as I would like to improve for future stories if this one gets any attention. Other than that, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
Stacy's heart sank as the bell rang, signaling the end of another long day of classes. She knew that it was going to be a tough one, especially after she had seen the look on the face of her busty 45 year old teacher, Ms White, during the English test that morning. Stacy had never been the best student, but she had tried her hardest, pouring hours of her time into studying, determined to make something of herself.
As she left the classroom, Ms. White pulled her aside. Stacy's stomach dropped, and she knew that this was going to be bad. "Stacy, can you stay behind for a moment?" Ms. White asked, her tone clipped and impatient.
Stacy nodded and took a deep breath, wondering if there was any way to prepare for the inevitable scolding that was coming. Once the classroom had emptied, Ms. White slammed down Stacy's test, her eyes boring into her. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice cold and cruel.
Stacy's eyes flickered over the paper, seeing the bright red 'F' glaring up at her from the page. "I know it's not great," she said, her voice small and hesitant.
"Not great?" Ms. White scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "It's not even passable. You're hopeless, Stacy. Dumb as a post and not even trying to pretend otherwise."
Stacy winced, feeling the weight of Ms. White's words pressing down on her chest. She knew that she wasn't the smartest student in the class, but she had never felt so belittled before. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"What are you going to do about it?" Ms. White asked, her tone dismissive. "You're failing this class, Stacy. You're going to have to do something drastic if you want to pass."
Stacy's mind raced. She knew that she couldn't afford to fail this class, not if she wanted to graduate on time. "Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?" she asked, desperation creeping into her voice.
Ms. White paused, considering her options. "I suppose there is one thing," she said, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips. "You can come to school on Saturday and hold in your pee for the entire day. And if you manage to do that without bursting, I’ll raise your grade to a C-, that should be at least decent for you."
Stacy stared at her in horror. The idea of holding in her pee all day was bad enough, but doing it for Ms. White? "I don't know if I can do that," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, feel free to fail then," Ms. White said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I'm sure your parents will be thrilled to hear about how poorly you're doing in school."
Stacy hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn't fail this class, but she also couldn't imagine holding in her pee all day. Finally, she made her decision. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
Ms. White grinned triumphantly. "Good," she said, her eyes gleaming. "I'll see you here bright and early on Saturday then." And with that, she turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Stacy standing there, feeling both ashamed and disgusted.
Chapter 2:
At 7 am, Stacy found herself sitting at the desk in Ms White’s room. The minutes had crawled by like snails, and she was sure that the clock on the wall was mocking her. She started to get a small urge to pee since she drank a cup of water before leaving, but she clamped her legs together as she tried to focus on something else.
Ms. White had barely looked up from her paperwork all morning. Every now and then, she would glance over at Stacy with a satisfied smirk on her face. It was clear that she was enjoying this, reveling in her power over the young girl who sat before her.
Around 10 am, Stacy's need to pee had grown to a steady ache. She shifted in her seat and tried to distract herself by counting the tiles on the floor or the books on the shelf. But it was useless. Her mind kept coming back to the fact that she needed to pee.
Ms. White seemed to sense this and decided to make things worse. "Are you sure you don't need to use the restroom, Stacy?" she asked in a sweet voice, looking up from her paperwork.
Stacy shook her head frantically. "No, no, I'm fine," she said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.
Ms. White raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You look like you're in a bit of discomfort."
Stacy gritted her teeth. "I'm fine," she repeated through clenched jaws.
Ms. White shrugged and went back to her paperwork. But Stacy could feel her eyes on her, like she was waiting for the moment when Stacy would break and ask to use the restroom.
Still sitting there, Stacy’s need to pee grew stronger with each passing moment, while Ms. White still watched her with a smug expression on her face.
Chapter 3:
Stacy couldn't believe it had been five hours since she last used the bathroom. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst, but she refused to give in. The water bottles Ms. White was giving her were starting to backfire, as each sip only added to the pressure building inside of her.
As the clock struck 2 pm, Stacy's bladder was at its limit. She shifted in her seat, trying to find any relief, but it was no use. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. Ms. White was still watching her, but Stacy couldn't bring herself to care anymore. All she wanted was to use the bathroom and be done with this torture.
Suddenly, Stacy noticed that Ms. White was starting to squirm and shift in her own seat as well. It was as if she also needed to pee and was struggling to hold it. Stacy couldn't believe it. Was this some sick game Ms. White was playing? Or was she actually in the same situation as Stacy?
The thought made Stacy both angry and relieved. She may not be the only one suffering, but she couldn't let Ms. White win. With a deep breath, Stacy clenched her muscles and held on for dear life. It was a battle she was determined to win.
But as the clock ticked on, Stacy couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could hold on. She just hoped Ms. White would call it off soon.
Chapter 4:
As the clock struck 4 pm, Stacy and Ms. White were getting more and more desperate to pee. Stacy had been giggling to herself, and after a while, she couldn't help but ask Ms. White if she needed to pee too. “Yes,” Ms White replied, and Stacy loudly giggled. She knew the power that Ms White held over her was starting to waver.
Ms White, unamused, sternly said "I am an excellent pee holder! And for as long as I don’t pee myself, you cannot as well! So get comfortable where you are, it’s going to be a long night.”
Stacy grew quiet, realizing that Ms. White was not going to make this easy for her. The two of them sat in silence, staring at each other, both feeling like they were about to burst.
Hours passed, and they continued to hold their pee. Stacy's legs were shaking, and she felt like she was going to faint. Ms. White's face had gone red and sweaty, and she looked like she was in pain. Stacy’s bladder bulged out from her school uniform, while Ms White’s bladder was bulging much bigger out of her thin one piece dress.
At 6 pm, Stacy and Ms. White were still locked in their pee-holding battle. They were both on the brink of exploding, and neither of them knew who would win. Would Stacy give in first, or would Ms. White?
Chapter 5:
As the clock ticked on, Ms. White's discomfort grew, and she could feel her bladder filling up like a balloon. She knew she had met her match with Stacy, who looked surprisingly calm compared to Ms. White's own agonized state. Ms. White could feel the sweat starting to pour from her forehead and her heart racing as she tried to focus on anything besides the overwhelming urge to pee.
For a moment, Stacy felt guilty that she was winning and wondered if she should give in and let Ms. White use the restroom, but she immediately shook the thought out of her head. This was her chance to finally earn a good grade and get back at her cruel teacher. She crossed her legs tightly and gritted her teeth, willing to hold out just a little bit longer.
Ms. White could hear the sound of rainwater trickling from the window by her desk, and it only made her need to pee worse. She tried to distract herself by grading papers, but her mind kept wandering back to the painful pressure in her bladder. She realized with a sinking feeling that there was no way she could hold out much longer.
Stacy noticed the desperation in Ms. White's eyes and felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She’s doing it. She is outlasting her cruel teacher and proving that she is capable of holding in her pee. But she also felt a twinge of sympathy for Ms. White, who was clearly in agony.
As the minutes ticked by, Ms. White's belly swelled with the pressure of her full bladder, until it bulged like a bowling ball lodged inside of her abdomen. She crossed and uncrossed her legs while squirming in her seat, trying to find any relief from the discomfort. But there was none to be had.
By 7, Ms. White was still sitting at her desk, her face contorted with pain as she continued to hold in her pee, but doubtful she'll be able to hold out much longer. Stacy watches her with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity, wondering what will happen next.
Chapter 6:
Stacy watched as Ms. White squirmed in her seat, her breaths short and ragged. The teacher's once immaculate appearance was now disheveled and sweaty, and Stacy could see the desperation in her eyes.
Stacy's resolve hardened as Ms. White reached a hand between her legs, trying to hold in the inevitable. But it was clear that the teacher had pushed her own limits as far as she could.
Stacy felt a pang of victory. But she also knew that she had to see this through. She couldn't let the teacher win.
‘I...I can't hold it anymore,’ Ms. White thought to herself. “Stacy… you can go…now.”
Stacy hesitated for a moment before shaking her head firmly. "I'm sorry, but… we made a deal. You said I-I could go if you peed, and I'm not seeing any of your pee flooding the room. I’m not giving up now.”
Ms. White's face twisted in anger, but she couldn't argue with the logic. She clutched her bulging belly, now the size of a soccer ball, as sweat continued to pour down her face as her body shook from the effort of holding in her pee.
But it was no use. With one final desperate groan, Ms. White's bladder finally gave out, and a tidal wave of warm pee soaked her dress and pooled beneath her.
Stacy winced at the sight and smell, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of triumph. She had won the battle of wills, and she had the proof right in front of her. “You… you can go now.” Ms White said, and Stacy jumped from her seat in joy darting out of the room straight for the bathroom. Ms White stood there with her head down. Embarrassed and angry, she wiped the sweat from her face and took Stacy’s failed test correcting it to a C-.
When Stacy returned 10 minutes later, Ms White angrily handed Stacy her improved grade. “Thanks Ms White.” Stacy said as she left the room. Ms White stood up from her seat and stared at the large puddle beneath her, and quietly said “It’s going to be a long night…”
Edited June 14 by S.A.S
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Hi everyone, I've been wanting to try writing an Omo fan fiction for a while now, and I've finally decided to go ahead and do it. I don't consider myself to be a good writer or anything, but I usually did good on papers for English class in college, so I'm gonna test my skills. Any feedback is appreciated. I'm not too knowledgeable about plumbing, so I'm sorry if some of the plumbing information is incorrect. Without further ado, here's the story:
Characters
Alexis: 28 year old Caucasian woman. Height is 5',6" weighs about 135 pounds with an average figure (not too curvy but not too skinny), with D cup boobs, and black hair with brown eyes. For how attractive she is, you wouldn't think she's a plumber.
Jamie: 30 year old Caucasian woman. Height is 5',8' weighs about 150 pounds with a curvy figure but thin waist. She had DD breast size, short blonde hair, with bright blue eyes
Alexis, a 28 year old aspiring plumber, was as hard working as they come. Her father had been one of the best plumbers in the state for his entire 30 year career, and although the industry predominantly consisted of men, she was determined to become the best female plumber in her state. Her studying and hard work paid off, as she landed a job at America's Best Plumbers, a major plumbing company in the area, where she's been working for the past few months. She was even recently rewarded her own company van for her to go do jobs independently due to her high quality work. Her usual work attire consisted of a pair of khaki workman's boots, a pair navy blue jeans, and a black collard shirt with the company logo on it. She also always wore a utility belt around her waist.
On this particular day, Alexis had been swamped with work all day. A fully booked schedule combined with a plethora of emergency calls, had even forced her to skip her lunch break. On top of this, a heat wave was striking the area creating a think blanket of humidity in the air. Not to worry though, as Alexis had made sure to drink plenty of water to avoid getting dehydrated. This troublesome combination however, had left her in dire need of a bathroom break.
At last the day was coming to an end. At this point, Alexis urgently needed to relieve herself, and planned to drive straight home to pee. Suddenly her phone rang. It was her manager. A last second emergency call to fix a broken sink had been requested, and the manager ordered Alexis take it. Due to her being a fairly new employee, she couldn't exactly say no, so she reluctantly agreed. She began to internally curse and complain about her much needed bathroom break being delayed, until she remembered that her van needed gas. She texted her manager that she'd go to the call after filling up her van, (and using the bathroom), at a gas station. Alexis arrived at the gas station, parked the van at a pump, then exited and briskly walked inside.
"excuse me, where's the ladies room?" Alexis asked the clerk. In a cruel twist of fate, the clerk informed her that the bathrooms were unavailable at the moment due to, ironically, a plumbing issue. Alexis's heart sank, as this meant that she wasn't going to get the relief she so desperately desired. With no other choice, she paid for the gas then returned to her van. Alexis could be seen doing a subtle yet noticeable bobbing motion as she filled up the van with gas while contemplating her next move. Rather than checking the store across the street to see if their toilets are working and risk being late to the appointment, she concluded that the most optimal solution was to go to the appointment and, despite it being unprofessional, ask the customer for permission to use their bathroom. As soon as the gas pump handle clicked off, she hopped into her van and sped out of there.
Things progressed smoothly, until she got to the street that led to the clients house. The battered and damaged road looked as if it hadn't been tended too in decades. Every pothole and bump she hit transmitted a pummeling sensation to her Bulging bladder. She grimaced in pain upon every impact, as she could feel the urine inside her sloshing around. Ultimately, she had to resort to driving with only one hand, as it was far too risky to remove the other one from her crotch. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled up to the clients driveway. "Finally, I'll be able to pee" she thought as she ran up and knocked on the door. A mildly curvy woman wearing a green tank top with Light blue jeans that showed off her hips and figure quite nicely answered the door.
"Good afternoon ma'am, my name's Alexis with America's best plumbers. I'm here to fix the sink. Um.., Actually, I hate to be so unprofessional right off the bat, but I was wondering if I could please use your bathroom before I get started?"
The woman gave her a puzzled look.
"what are you talking about? The sink is fine, its the toilet that's broken."
This came as a shock to Alexis.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was told it was a sink. Give me a minute to figure out what's going on."
Alexis went back to her van where she called the Manager. It appears that an employee had written down the wrong appliance in the order ticket. He apologized and confirmed that it was indeed the toilet that needed to be fixed. Alexis groaned in frustration. Yet again, her precious relief was being denied. She crossed her legs and grabbed her pussy as she pondered her next move. The house was in a pretty secluded area. The nearest convenience store or gas station was a few miles away, and Alexis was too apprehensive to go pee in the woods. She concluded that the most logical answer is to continue holding her pee until she fixed the toilet, then use it. "All right, I can do this. Just fix the toilet and I'll finally be able to pee." She thought. She loosened her belt a little to help with the tension, then ran back to the front door.
"So sorry about that ma'am. I was just informed that there was a miscommunication in the office, but it's resolved now. If you could just show me where the toilet is and I'll get started right away."
"Wonderful. Right this way please. My name's Jamie by the way." She then led Alexis down a long hallway towards a wooden door where her bathroom was located.
Despite Jamie's outward calm demeanor, Alexis made a few interesting observations about her. She had her legs crossed the entire time they spoke at the door. In addition, she noticed a slight left and right swaying motion coming from her, and was surprised by how hastily she was walking to the bathroom. "There's no way.. right?" She thought. Her suspicions would soon be answered as they reached the bathroom.
"Here it is. I don't know what happened. My husband used it this morning, and when I went to use it this afternoon, there was a huge puddle of water by the base of the toilet. I called and you guys told me not to use it until a plumber took a look at it"
"I see.." Alexis replied. In all honesty, she didn't listen very well, as the sight of the toilet sent a tingling sensation throughout her body. She squeezed her legs together in order to stabilize herself.
"To be honest, I'm really glad you got here earlier than expected. I drank a considerable amount of orange juice this morning, so I've been dying to pee for the whole afternoon. I'd hate to come off as pushy or rude, but could you please hurry up and fix it as fast as possible? I really don't want to wet myself." It was here where Jamie ceased any attempt to conceal her desperation. She squeezed her crotch with her left hand, and her originally subtle bobbing/dancing around became more apparent.
"Oh don't worry ma'am, I'll definitely be sure to repair this as fast as I can."
"Oh thank you so much! I'll be out here if you need me."
After this, Jamie trotted away with her hand still on her crotch. Jamie's brazen attitude towards her desperation, signaled to Alexis that she too was having a pee emergency of her own, and that this situation could get ugly. "I'll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, my priority is fixing this toilet" She thought. Alexis got on her knees and leaned forward to examine the toilet base. Upon a quick inspection, she discovered that the issue was simply that the nuts that tighten the the toilet to it's flange became loose, causing the toilet to shift slightly, resulting in the leak. She was internally rejoicing at the fact that this would be a simple repair, when all of a sudden, a sharp piercing pain struck her bladder. She immediately slammed her left hand into her crotch to prevent any leakage. Here, Alexis came to a startling realization. Her bladder was going to turn what normally would be an effortless job, into a demanding one. However, Alexis wasn't one to give up that easily. She composed herself, grabbed the wrench from her utility belt, then bent over again and began tightening the bolts.
She lied down on her left side inside a tight gap between the toilet and tub and was forced to twist her body in order to be able to use her arm to tighten the nuts. In addition, the rusted nuts required extra exertion from Alexis in order to tighten them. This on top of her contorted body position, put immense pressure on her already aching bladder. Every crank of the wrench sent an intense punching sensation to her lower abdomen, like a battering ram was being vigorously thrusted against her brittle flood gates attempting to break them open. Alexis never imagined something as simple as tightening some nuts could be so painful. Despite this, she pushed on.
At last, only one nut remained. Alexis could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel as she began to tighten the nut. Just 1 more minute and she could finally release her reservoir of urine. She began to imagine the blissful relief that that awaited her, pulling down her jeans and emptying her pee into the toilet. However, in doing this she committed a fatal mistake. She relaxed.
Without warning, a huge wave of pee surged downwards slamming into her flood gates, nearly bursting them open. Alexis immediately sat up as both of her hands shot towards her vagina. " Ah.. No.. No.." she mumbled. Now, hunched over, practically curled up into a ball, she used her fingers to seal her pussy lips shut in a last ditch effort to stop the flood. By relaxing, the seal on her urethra had loosened up to the point where pee began to leak and dampen her panties. Was she ultimately going to wet herself despite everything she's done? Alexis used every last bit of strength she possessed to contain her pee. She tightened her legs, bit her lips, and even tried thinking about dry places. Her father had always taught her to never surrender in the face of a challenge, and she did just that. The pee receded, and the pressure subsided. She had regained control. Other than some moist panties, there was no noticeable damage. Now, with a new burning desire to not pee herself, Alexis took a deep breath, laid back down in her previous position this time keeping her right hand on her pussy for safety, and used her left hand to tighten the nut. With one last crank of the wrench, the nut fully tightened. Alexis stood up, flushed the toilet, and observed no water leaking out. The repair was complete.
A feeling of accomplishment and pride washed over Alexis. She'd successfully evaded an accident through her grit and determination, and would finally be able to enjoy the fruits of her labor. That is until, she remembered the second part to her predicament. Jamie also had to pee. Alexis was tormented at the thought of her precious relief being blocked yet again despite being near inches from the toilet. Although perhaps not the most morally correct choice, she knew what had to be done.
"I haven't heard her make any noise for a while. Perhaps she went outside. I'll just pee really quick before she gets back. Sorry Jamie, but I've already leaked into my Panties, and with the toilet right in front of me, I just can't say no."
In one swift motion, Alexis threw her utility belt on the ground then frantically undid the belt and zipper on her jeans. She turned around, and with her butt now facing the toilet, she placed her hands on the sides of her jeans, ready to yank them down and plop her butt onto the seat when she heard the ominous sound of footsteps approaching.
"Hey, I heard the toilet flush. Did you fix the issue?"
Alexis quickly zipped up her jeans and turned to face Jamie.
"Y..yeah. It shouldn't leak anymore."
"Oh thank god! Thank you, now if you could please exit the bathroom so I can do my business, I'd appreciate that."
Alexis had come too far to fail. She wasn't gonna give up without a fight.
"A..actually, I was wondering if you'd please let me go first. I've been busy all day, so I haven't had a chance to pee." Alexis grabbed her crotch while giving a pitiful look to Jamie to show her she was serious.
"O..Oh that's right, you did ask me for the bathroom earlier. W,,well I suppose you.. AH!" Suddenly, Jamie slammed both her hands onto her pussy and doubled over. Her eyes shut, and a pained expression formed on her face. "I.. I'm sorry but, I can't.."
"Please I'm begging you, I already leaked into my panties! I fixed the toilet, so can't you reward me and allow me to go first?" Alexis pleaded.
"Look, I'm sorry. I really am. But I'm also leaking here. Plus, this is my house, and my bathroom, so I think I should get Priority. Now please move."
Before Alexis could react, Jamie rushed in, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the bathroom. The flabbergasted Alexis couldn't even resist, as the sudden violent jerking motion forced her to also immediately double over and hold herself to prevent an accident. As she looked up, she saw the door slam in her face. "oh no.." Alexis whimpered. All she could do now is continue to wait until Jamie finished. Alexis could clearly hear everything Jamie was doing inside the Bathroom. She heard Jamie's frantic stomping as she unbuttoned her jeans, as well as an agitated sounding "oh my god.. c'mon.. don't..". She heard the clank of the toilet seat being thrown down, the rustling of clothes as Jamie hurriedly removed them, and finally, she heard the loud Thump of Jamie plopping her voluptuous bottom onto the seat.
What she heard next could only be described as someone shooting a firehose into the toilet. A deafening sound of pee being fired into the toilet resonated throughout the bathroom and hallway. "Ooohhhh my goood, finally!!" Jamie yelled, as she let out a loud moan of relief. Her aching Bladder could finally relax and safely empty all of it's contents.
Meanwhile, poor Alexis was still stuck outside the door doubled over, eyes closed, lips quivering, feeling helpless. She couldn't move or she'd risk wetting herself. To make matters worse, she couldn't cover her ears as removing her hands from her crotch would certainty lead to an accident. She had to stand there and endure the merciless and unique torture of listening to Jamie's thundering pee stream, while she herself was on the brink of wetting her jeans. Once again, she needed her will power and determination to save her. Unfortunately, Jamie's bladder was one to be reckon with. As her stream crossed the 1 minute mark, she was still going strong. "God damn! Did she drink the whole pitcher of orange juice or something!?" Alexis thought. Every second felt like an eternity for Alexis, as she could feel her seal getting weaker and weaker the longer she listened to Jamie peeing. At long last after another 40 seconds, Jamie's stream turned into a trickle, and then stopped. "Finally! and not a moment too soon" Alexis thought.
"Whew! My goodness, that was way too close of a call. I started peeing before my butt even hit the seat! I'll be out soon okay Alexis." Jamie said.
This is it, she was gonna make it. Even with all the ups, downs, and setbacks, Alexis had withstood it all. There was nothing else that could stop her from getting her butt on that toilet and achieving the relief she deserved. "Yes! I did it!" Alexis screamed internally. However, not learning from her prior blunder, she, once again, Relaxed..
Just as it had before, an enormous wave of pee rushed towards her urethra, this one more powerful then the last. Alexis, still hunched over, tightly crossed her legs and used her fingers to once again jam her pussy lips closed. "Ah.. oh no.. Please.." Alexis cried. However, the bigger sized wave, and the increased wear and tear on her seal from the strain of having to hold it for longer, were simply too much. "Oohh noooo.." She shrieked. The wave shattered her now fragile flood gates as pee exploded out of her bulging bladder. In a matter of seconds, her panties became inundated with piss, and a large wet patch formed on her Navy blue jeans. Her amber-colored pee glistened as it trickled down her legs soaking her jeans and boots. There was no point in resisting anymore, so Alexis just let it all out. She couldn't help but moan out "Ahhh, it feels sooo gooood.." as she finally alleviated the excruciating pressure that her poor bladder had endured all day. At this point, Alexis didn't care if anyone heard her moans or pee splashing onto the floor. She was in her own little heaven at the moment. Her eyes rolled back, and her knees fell to the floor as her legs began to feel like Jello from the orgasmic relief she was experiencing. She savored every second of it as the bulge in her bladder slowly shrunk.
"Sorry I took so long, The bathrooms all yo.. What the!?" Jamie exclaimed as she exited the bathroom while Alexis was still peeing. This snapped Alexis back to reality, as she rapidly realized the gravity of the situation she was in. She just wet herself in front of stranger in their own house. Relief turned into shock, then embarrassment as tears began to fill Alexis's eyes all the while the massive puddle underneath her continued to grow.
"I.. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't' hold it anymore. Please don't look.." Alexis began to cry as the humiliation set in. She'd never wet herself before, and yet even though she felt incredibly ashamed, she couldn't stop peeing.
Jamie's initial reaction of confusion and anger that someone was peeing all over her floor, quickly turned to sympathy after she saw how distraught Alexis was. After all, she fully understood Alexis's struggle having just lived through it as well.
"Oh dear. I guess you were more desperate than I thought. I feel kind of guilty now for being so selfish. I'm Sorry. But, don't you worry about a thing. Just finish peeing and then I'll help you clean up okay?"
Expecting to get a mouthful or angry outburst from Jamie, her calm and sympathetic reaction surprised Alexis. She thanked Jamie then continued flooding her jeans for another 40 seconds. All in all, she peed for a little over 2 minutes! Although extremely embarrassed, she felt much better. The clean-up was going to be difficult. Her jeans looked as if someone had thrown them into a pool, and the puddle of urine had spread about halfway down the hallway. However, Jamie offered to let Alexis use her washer and dryer to clean her Jeans while they worked together on mopping up the pee. Alexis thanked her as she peeled off her wet sticky jeans, put them in the washer, then changed into some shorts Jamie gave her. It took around 15 minutes for them to mop up all the pee, with Jamie even commenting "Wow, I'm impressed that a girl your size could pee this much. The mop bucket is almost half-full!" Alexis just Shyly laughed and agreed. While waiting for Alexis's clothes to finish drying, they decided to have a little chat, and discovered they had a lot more in common than they thought. 20 minutes seamlessly passed without them noticing, and Alexis's jeans were done drying. She put them on and headed to the door to leave.
"Again, I'm really sorry about all of this." Alexis said.
"Don't worry about it. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Ooh, I almost forgot. here." Jamie handed her a $50 bill.
"No, after what I just did, I couldn't possibly take that. I'll even waive the repair fee."
"Nonsense, here take it. After all, had you not shown up, I would've certainty wet my jeans as well. Consider it a gift. Plus, it was partially my fault you had an accident. It was fun talking to you and I hope we meet again someday."
Alexis ultimately accepted the money, wished her a good day, then went back to her van. What should've been a moment of degradation or outrage, instead turned into a rather wholesome moment of understating and friendship, and for that she was grateful. She vowed to always take a bathroom break whenever she reached her limit, no matter how busy she was, to ensure something like this never happens again. She began her journey home where she planned to shower, eat, then sleep for what's sure to be another hectic day tomorrow. |
Sitting at her desk, Jen's bladder felt like it was stretched to the bursting point. She had her thighs pressed together, muscles clenches so tight they were trembling. Her breathing was shallow, the effort of keeping in the flood taking all of her concentration.
"Babe. PLEASE!! I'm about to piss myself!!" she texted her boyfriend.
His response came a few seconds later.
"Piss yourself, then!"
Jen stared at the text message. "I CAN'T!" she typed back. "YOU'RE NOT LETTING ME GO!!"
"Who said you couldn't?" he replied. "Go on, pee your pants!"
Jen's legs clench tighter and she squirmed in her chair. She shook her head. She had to try to stay in control. "Please," she texted.
"What's wrong? Can't you do it?"
Jake knew what he was doing. Jen could never admit to not being able to hold it. She was too proud of her bladder control. And too turned on by her and Jake's games. She was also certain that she was on the brink of wetting herself. She'd never done that before. Not while playing one of their games.
"Babe," she texted. "I need to go sooo bad. PLEASE!! You're killing me here!"
"You'll just have to wait," he texted back. "I want to see how much you can take."
"I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!"
"Are you sure? I thought you were a big girl ;)"
Jake knew how turned on Jen was by this. She'd hold it so long as he told her too, he was certain of that.
"PLEEEEAAAASSSSE!!"
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Yes!" Jen texted. "Whatever you say! Just PLEASE!!!"
Jen actually had tears in her eyes at this point. She was trembling and whincing at every movement. The effort of holding on was too much. David who was sitting next to her at work occasionally looked over, as if he was concerned by what he was witnessing, but he didn't say anything. Jen was embarrassed about this. Normally, she'd be able to keep her composure. She'd been desperate at work before, either of her own accord or because of her games with Jake. But this was further than they had ever pushed it, and she wasn't sure if Jake was actually aware of this. She was scared. And horny. He wanted Jake to push her to her breaking point... just not in the office, surrounded by her coworkers.
"Let me think..." Jake replied, intentionally waiting for a few minutes after sending the message.
Jen sat at her desk, trembling, gritting her teeth, every muscle in her body clenched tight, trying not to let the flood out, staring at her phone screen intently.
About a minute later, Jake replied.
"Okay, I'm going to let you go, but only on one condition."
Jen squirmed in her chair. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode at any second. Her face was red, her jaw clenched tight. She could see David looking at her again. He must have thought she was crazy.
"What is it?" Jen texted.
"I want to watch."
"And I want to see how much you've been holding in for me. Do you have access to a measuring jug?", Jake followed up.
"I'd have to check the kitchen. I'm not sure I'll be able to make it. I'm serious. Jake, I might be about to piss myself. Please!!!" she texted back. The admission made her feel vulnerable, ashamed, but she didn't have a choice. Her bladder was spasming and contracting, trying to force jets of pee out, her sphincter muscles cramping with the effort of holding on. If she had to walk into the office's kitchen and try to appear composed, she legitimately didn't think she could hold on any longer, and that thought scared her. At this point, fear, spasms and cramps were starting to take over from horniness.
"Are you a big girl?", Jake's response came back.
Jen could have cried. She knew he wasn't going to give in.
She got up from her seat, whincing, her legs squirming involuntarily during the movement. It's as if her skin was a corset trying to compress her bladder, and standing up had tightened it, trying to force the pee out. She was going to burst. She made her way into the kitchen. She could see David looking at her in confusion. She must've looked like she was... well, about to piss herself.
She checked the kitchen. There was a measuring jug there, thankfully, on the top shelf. She stretched herself out to reach for it and... felt a small spurt escape her. "FUCK!!!" she squealed, doubling over, tying her legs into what could only be described as a knot, breathing heavily. The kitchen was separate from the desk area, but she was sure someone would've heard her exclamation.
No point thinking about that now. She had no time to waste. She snatched the measuring jug off the shelf, this time without further leakages, and half-ran through the desk area with it, into the bathrooms. People must've thought she was crazy. How was she going to turn this around?
The bathroom was empty. She made her way into one of the stalls, locked herself in, removed her panties, lifted up her skirt, and sat down on the closed toilet bowl. Her pussy was so wet and swollen it looked like she'd peed herself already. She placed the measuring jug between her thighs, trying to aim her pussy at it, and then she remembered the terms of her relief. She was so close, it took all her might to just let go of the controls of the throbbing, stretched balloon inside of her. But she took out her phone, tried to aim it the best she could, and started recording a video to send to Jake.
She let go.
A jet erupted from her pussy. Thick and so forceful that it was splashing off the inner edge of the measuring jug. She craved for the pressure in her bladder to subside. But it didn't. For a solid 30 seconds, this absolute torrent kept pouring out of her, without her bladder even seeming to shrink one bit. After this, her stream slowed down to a more normal pressure level, and she could feel her bladder finally start to relax. She was shaking, her heart pounding, ears ringing, and loins throbbing. She was starting to be afraid that she'd drop the measuring jug, as she only had one hand available to hold it, her other hand holding her phone. She could see the contents of the measuring jug exceeding the 1 litre mark, and her stream may have slowed down but was still going steady.
After more than a full minute, her stream finally slowed down to a trickle, and eventually stopped. She sat there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, still trembling, and thinking of how much she wanted Jake inside of her soaked, trembling pussy right now.
She bent over to put the measuring jug on the floor, and pointer her phone camera at it from the side. Just under 1600ml. She was no doctor, but she was pretty sure that was considered abnormally large, just like she was pretty sure she had never held this much pee in her life. Jake was right. She was a big girl. With a big bladder.
She sent the video to Jake, captioning it "You better believe my revenge will have you begging for mercy 😘"
A minute later, Jake replied.
"Babe... HOLY SHIT?!"
"I realised you were full but... WHAT?! If I didn't have evidence of this coming out of you, I'd never believe it."
"Imagine what it was like for me trying to hold this in all afternoon. I can't even describe to you how this felt." Jen texted back.
"Can you try?" Jake replied. Jen knew he would be extremely horny right now.
"I have a better idea. See you tonight hun."
"Oh and... no touching yourself 😉" she followed it up with. She's shown that she was a big girl. And payback would be sweet. |
I wrote this like 4 months ago in an art request thread and now I decide I should probably give it its own place, and better formatting, the victim today is Frisk, although in the game they're probably a kid, here it's probably breaking the rule? I mean noone in this specific story do this for sexual pleasure or anything but if that's still not okay just aged them up, I'll probably still write them similarly... this story take place in Waterfall, the room with rain where Frisk walk and talk with Monster Kid (unofficial name) or MK for short, and well... Monster biology is not like human so this actually has been a problem for Frisk for a while already, anyway here is the thing
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Frisk really need to pee, the last time they do that was in Toriel's bathroom [that I'm just gonna say she probably has somewhere since she had human kids before], and it turned out monsters don't usually use bathroom for anything other than, well, bathing, so they didn't see any public bathroom around, at all. (and they didn't really want to go in someone's bathroom either, that was probably rude, and dirty, since if they only use that for bathing there likely don't have toilet either)
They have been holding this for a long time and to be honest they don't think they can hold that much longer, they need to find somewhere to go, or maybe they can just go? since most monster probably don't know human need to do this and pass it off as some unique thing only some monster do and they wouldn't know since there're so many of them...
They're now in the room with really long hallway ahead, and a can with lots of umbrella, presumably for, well, protecting yourself from the rain that somehow falls here despite it being underground, (the rain really didn't help them holding) they remember the previous rooms and there's nowhere they could go at (they did not want to go in the water, knowing the monsters someone is definitely living there) so the only way is forward.
They pick up an umbrella, go forward, then get stopped by MK, who just stand there for who knows how long, and ask Frisk to come with since they can't hold an umbrella, after continuing a bit, they start chatting, Frisk is concentrating on holding the pee in and looking normal, and so didn't really pay attention on what they're talking about...
"If I was a human, I would wet the bed every night... knowing she was gonna beat me up! Ha ha."
That definitely takes their attention, Frisk panic, MK is their friend, and is probably here with them because they didn't know Frisk is a human, and it turned out 'most monster that didn't know human pee' didn't include MK, so they can't let them know-
"Hey, are you okay? You're shaking."
-but that didn't help, the sound and visage of rain, MK talking about wetting the bed, and their own panic, finally make them lose it, the liquid break out of the entrance, soaking their pants rapidly, flowing on their knees, warming their legs, and starting to become a puddle... Frisk look up to see MK's shocked face "A-are you..." Frisk know what conclusion their friend, or maybe former friend now, have come to, solely from the look of their face "I'm sorry!" Frisk cried, and didn't wait for MK's reaction and hit LOAD
QUITTING...
After they go through the same rooms as before from the SAVE point, they have come to the room they loaded. (and, well, have an accident)
Loading the state of the world just to save themself from the embarrassment (and maybe losing a friend, but they are not even sure about that) is probably selfish of them, but they did it in panic and can't change it back, so they'll have to live with it
Saving themself from the embarrassment is good thing but... loading a save also mean their bladder is back to how it was before, that is to say, full, they now really have to go again. (despite hurrying up from last time, they still can't go too fast to not jostle their bottom part too much...)
They did think about how to solve the problem at hand though, they aren't sure how well it was going to work out but half made plan is better than nothing... they started to walk through the room, without an umbrella, then they do what the opposite of what someone trying to avoid the water would do, and try to make the rain hit them as much and at as many place as possible. (it doesn't help Frisk hold it but it help something else, they hope they can hold on until then)
They don't have much time and can't move too quick so they can't do this too much, so after a short while, they walk on "Yo! You can't hold an umbrella either?" let's just go with that "If you're walking anyway, I guess I'll go with you, haha..."
Well, first part of the plan didn't work, good thing that's not the main part, when Frisk continue, they didn't walk normally, "Hey, if we're gonna be wet anyway, why not get it to the max?" they then jump at every puddle they see, (a little rigid doing it not to jostle it too much but noone would probably notice) now both Frisk and MK are wet with rain and puddle water, (MK joined after like, 3 seconds)
"Haha... this is kinda fun huh? I didn't get to do this often!" they leaked a bit in process and is now on the brink of losing any control they have left for the rest of it, but that's not important anymore, THIS is the real plan, they're now wet from outside source and noone would know if they go right now,
Which... is what they're doing actually, they didn't intend to go right now, they just can't hold it anymore, they can feel warm liquid spread and seep through their pants, they try to act casual and walk normally, (which feels weird when they're, you know, peeing their pants) "Yea! This is... fun I guess." they then notice the sound the pee made from hitting their pants, hissing, it's kind of a lot.
Not wanting to get suspicious, they run to jump in another puddle (now with full range of movement from not having to hold it) making big splash, and really loud sound to conceal the noise, then continue doing it until a little after they stop peeing (they try to empty it so they don't have to face this problem again anytime soon, but they're not sure on how successful it was), after that, they come away, both smiling, still being friend (Frisk hope their... pee, didn't hit MK in the splash, but that was probably a little unrealistic, at least they hope it's not much) and Frisk continue their journey, now soaking wet, but that probably solve itself when they get to Hotland, right?
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End, for now, I don't have any more plan for this yet but maybe if I do I'll post it (to be fair being wet probably doesn't change anything much since shortly afterward they fall into a garbage dump lol)
Also random thing, before I wrote this I planned for Frisk to like, after Loading they try to just, hold it harder with just Determination and willpower, which, well, doesn't really work out, they get like 3 meters farther than last time and failed again, they are really stubborn so they try again and again until they realized this is the absolute limit of their body and then they have to come up with a plan... I didn't want to write all that at the time so it's just this but I think it's enough |
Chapter 0
Junk Doesn't Always Need To Be Thrown Out
Today's the day...
Makoto awoke in... his... bed? This isn't his bed. Where is his bed? He quickly sat up, dazed and disoriented. The view of the world clearing around him, he was back in Hope's Peak Academy. But that can't be right, he survived the killing game and escaped! Didn't he..?
He turned to the bed stand, noticing a note left next to a familiar bear statue, picking up the note and paying no mind to the object next to it, he began to read it to himself.
"Dear students of Hope's Peak Academy, due to an unfortunate error with your graduation, you are all being held back a year. Meet in the gymnasium for more information. Regards, Monokuma"
Monokuma... a name he didn't want to pay mind to. It obviously couldn't be the case.
Crumpling the note and throwing it back into the always held out hands of the bear statue, he got out of bed. Prepared for the worst, but hoping for the best.
He passed through the recognizable halls of the Dorm floor, exchanging glances with closed doors and open ones, he wondered how he even got in the situation in the first place. Lost in thought, Makoto doesn't even notice a door get thrown open, and he slams right into it.
Recovering quickly from the hit, he walks around the door, about to say something to the person inside, only to find... no one there..? He looks around confused, before he feels something press against his back, causing him to shiver. It's... a knife.
Not daring to glance behind him, Makoto faced straight forward, a cold sweat forming on his brow.
The person behind him spoke, it was a female voice. "Who are you?"
"I-I'm... Makoto Naegi. P-Please... remove the k-knife from my back..."
She scoffs, pocketing the knife and turning to leave, giving him a chance to look at her, she has a distinct red uniform, as well as long dark brown hair in two strands. She was someone he's never seen before. This was not like the original killing game, no, not at all.
A little shaken from the interaction, he continued to the gym, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, and replace it with a bit of hopefulness for how things might turn out differently this time.
Entering the gym, he finds some new faces, as well as a few familiar ones. Noticing Aoi, Toko, Byakuya and Kyoko, he begins to head over to them to ask if they know what's going on, before he sees...
"S-Sayaka?"
He was obviously shocked, she... she had died! Hadn't she..?
"Makoto?" Hearing her name, Sayaka turned to him, seemingly very happy by his presence. "It's been so long!" She smiles, rushing up and hugging him.
He hugs back slowly, trying to not act strange, while hugging a girl who was supposed to be dead. In order to pull himself back into reality, he looks around the gym, it's design and decorations all too familiar to him, but something seems... off. There's another curtain on stage that wasn't there last time he was here.
Finally pulling away from the hug, Sayaka seems to think for a moment. "Wait... why are we here again? Didn't the killing game stop?"
Before Makoto has a chance to answer, the lights in the room dim, a spotlight being shined at the stage. The distinct sound of a loudspeaker turning on, before...
"Hey all you bastards out in the crowd! Put your Super Highschool Level hands together for the one, the only, Monokuma the bear!"
An applause sign turns on, no one claps. So clapping is played over the loudspeaker as well.
Monokuma, wearing a distinct yellow suit, flies in over the crowd, most likely hooked up to some kind of wire system, before the wire holding him up snaps, causing him to plummet to the stage. He lands on his feet however, and a microphone tossed from behind the curtain is snatched into his tiny paws.
"Hello students of Hope's Peak Academy!" He speaks into the microphone, his voice being broadcast loudly throughout the room. "And welcome, to a new semester at school! I'll be your headmaster, Monokuma. It is so nice to totally meet you all for the first time!"
He walks around the stage while talking to the crowd of annoyed, scared, and uninterested students.
"You are all here today for a very special edition of our show- I mean school year. Yes that's right, we're all taking a chance to look back on the... err... great students of our past. Welcome Hope's Peak Alumni!"
Several spotlights shine on people of the crowd, the members of the first killing game who have been brought back, including Makoto himself.
"But..." Monokuma continues, "We can't forget the students of our lovely foreign exchange program!"
The spotlights shift to new members of the school, none of which Makoto recognizes, though he could swear he's seen some of them before.
"And finally... the prodigies of our lovely sister school! Give it up for The Ultimate Academy Of Gifted Juveniles!"
The spotlights move again, lighting up people Makoto definitely doesn't recognize, and that strange girl with the knife.
"But, you don't wanna hear little old me, there's someone much more important here tonight."
Monokuma pauses for effect, waving his hand to signal whoever's running the speaker system to start a drumroll.
"Our School Superintendent... Lady Junko Enoshima!"
Shocked sounds come from the crowd, considering her death, as well as all the terrible actions she committed.
Smoke fills the stage, Monokuma moving to the side as a figure rises out of a trapdoor, the hairstyle giving her away, Junko is welcomed to the stage with canned applause.
The smoke clears, allowing a better look at her, she looks just like her normal self, though with a different outfit. Wearing a matching yellow jacket with Monokuma, as well as a black skirt, her hair dialed down slightly to make room for a tophat. She seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit.
"Heeeeeeeey bitches! I'm back!"
She cackles, another microphone tossed from off stage landing in her hand, with blood pink fingernails.
"Now I had a speech written up for this very event, but that's fucking boring. Let's go off the rails!" She stares out into the crowd. "So many faces I recognize, so many faces that are fun to torment."
Monokuma pipes up, somehow controlled separately, despite Junko being the mastermind.
"Yes! Welcome to a new and improved edition of the killing game!"
Junko laughs, "I'm sure even the dumbasses of the crowd now how it works by now. Murder, motive, trials, everyone dies blah blah blah! The explanation is so boooooooring! Let's get to the fun! Enjoy your last day before the slaughter!"
Junko and Monokuma both walk off stage, snickering to themselves.
Unsure of how to respond when the lights come back on, most students stay in stunned silence, a few whispering amongst themselves if this is even real.
Coming back to his senses and with Sayaka having moved to a different part of the gym, Makoto walks to people he recognizes, being Kyoko, and... Chihiro? The two of them appear to be talking, possibly trying to figure out what is happening.
"H-Hey Kyoko and... uhh... Chihiro." Makoto awkwardly approaches them, unsure of how to even begin.
"Hello Makoto, and before you ask, Chihiro doesn't know why she came back."
Makoto nods, before realizing, wait... she? He glances at Chihiro, still wearing the skirt she wore in the first killing game, it appears even the dead can change things about their identity. Not like he isn't supportive.
"I... a-assume we are going to investigate for a way out..?" Chihiro asks quietly... fiddling with her jacket.
"That would be the best course of action at the moment." Kyoko replies, noticing, but not mentioning the nervous fidgeting of Chihiro.
They agree, so they begin to wander around the area by the gym. Taking note of the normal lack of windows, and the singular bathroom. Makoto notices Chihiro nervously glance at the door every time they walk past it, but can't really put two and two together as to why.
After doing so for almost an hour, and finding nothing, the group of three decide to take a break by the gym. With Chihiro clearly uncomfortable for some reason, which Kyoko suspects she knows why, and is going to try and make an excuse for Chihiro's sake.
"Hey Makoto, we have been searching for quite a while, maybe we should stop by the restrooms to rejuvenate ourselves?" Kyoko asks, acting nonchalant.
"Oh yeah! That is a pretty good idea." He replies, not noticing the way Chihiro's eyes light up at the mention of the bathroom.
They head over there, Makoto waiting outside as Chihiro and Kyoko enter the bathroom. Before he hears something...
"AHHHHHHH!"
It sounds like... a scream? Coming from inside the bathroom, he rushes inside, to find Kyoko frozen in place, and Chihiro fallen backwards on the ground, a puddle forming under her. He looks to see where both of them are staring, a closed stall door. He slowly opens it and...
Junko. She's... dead. On the toilet, a knife ran through her, and her head bloodied and bruised.
The body discovery alert rings out. |
Chapter 1
Let's Start The Real Show
With not even a moment to breathe, Monokuma appears out of nowhere, shoving a Monokuma file into the hands of Makoto.
"W-Wait! T-The mastermind just got killed! D-Don't you have anything to say about that!?" Makoto asks, clearly stressed about the whole situation.
Monokuma tilts his head, seemingly confused, "Huh? Why would this be any different than another one of you bastards getting offed? She was part of the game just like any of you, this doesn't change anything!"
He seems a bit annoyed now, "Duh!!! It's a killing game! There's killing in it! I'd think even the dumbest person here woulda figured that out by now!"
He walks back out of the bathroom, muttering to himself about how he should've brought back the girl from the shooter game instead. Not paying him any mind, Makoto turns back to Kyoko, who's helping Chihiro back up off the ground.
"Are you alright Chihiro?" Kyoko asks, getting her to her feet.
"Y-Yeah... I'm alright. Just a bit... embarrassed is all..." She looks down at the puddle on the ground, frowning, before looking back up. "A-Are we the ones investigating the c-crime scene then?"
"Yes I suppose that is the case..." Kyoko looks back into the stall.
"We should probably check out the Monokuma file first." Makoto replies, turning it on.
Monokuma File
Victim: Junko Enoshima
Time Of Death: 4:03 p.m.
Makoto thinks to himself... "4:03? That's only three minutes after she left the stage with Monokuma..."
The body was discovered in the 1B Girl's Restroom
Cause of death: Internal hemorrhaging from stab wound, as well as blunt force trauma
"Well... that's all the information we're gonna be getting out of this thing. It's time for some actual investigating." Makoto pockets the file, before working with Kyoko and Chihiro to start searching the bathroom.
As they start, another girl walks into the bathroom seemingly planning to use it, one none of them recognize.
"H-Hey... sorry... I... wouldn't recommend you being in here at the moment..." Chihiro quietly tells her.
The girl tilts her head, her silver white hair hanging down, crossing her arms, she asks, "Is there any reason why I can't use the only girl's restroom in the building?" She pushes up her glasses, trying to remain polite.
"The body was... discovered in here..." Kyoko peeks her head out from behind the stall door, answering the girl's question.
"Oh... alright then." The girl very quickly leaves, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, and maybe uncomfortable for another reason.
Kyoko returns to searching the stall, finding scratch marks and dents all over the walls of it, seemingly signs of a struggle. She looks down, the way Junko is slumped over seems to imply she was already on the toilet when she died, in the process of using it, this doesn't bode well for Kyoko's own needs, as thinking of herself in this situation sends shivers down her spine.
She averts her gaze from the body. Before noticing something strange, the toilet paper is all cut up, but not like it was being used, it's cut into slits, not like a knife... more like-
"Hey Kyoko! Come over here!"
Her thoughts are interrupted by Makoto calling to her from one of the other stalls, he seems to have found something.
Walking out of the stall, she notices Chihiro checking to see if there's anything behind the mirrors, she hasn't found anything so far, moving into the stall Makoto is in, she follows where he's looking.
There's a pair of ornate scissors, half flushed down the toilet.
"Those look like... Toko's scissors... right?" Makoto asks her, trying to confirm.
"Yes they do... perhaps the knife was inserted post mortem?" She looks back up at him.
"Well we can't just be suspecting our friends like that... even if these are here. We should ask her about it." Makoto replies, fishing the scissors out of the toilet while plugging his nose.
Before they can continue their conversation however, another person opens the bathroom door, still not someone they recognize
Chihiro quickly goes over to try and talk them out of using it, but they push past her, only to find...
"W-What the hell!? Why is there a corpse on the fucking toilet!?" The girl screams, somehow sounding more annoyed than scared.
Makoto and Kyoko quickly leaves the other stall to try and talk her down.
"Sorry, but the bathroom is kinda... out of order at the moment." Makoto looks at the girl, she has long pinkish-blonde hair, with comes into several points, and is wearing a pink uniform and some kind of googles on her head.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out, even if I am one. We're you and flatty over there having sex in the stall?" She seems rather abrasive, "Or were you tryin' to sneak peeks at girls pissing?"
"N-No I-" Makoto gets embarrassed, trying to defend himself.
"It doesn't matter anyway. Your pervy ass is gonna see a lot of pee today if the only bathroom stays a crime scene." The girl scoffs, "Miu Iruma by the way, not like you're gonna be screaming it tonight or anything."
Miu heads back out of the bathroom with a huff, leaving the people still inside confused, and a bit embarrassed from the interaction.
"S-Sorry guys... I couldn't stop her." Chihiro says quietly, "B-But! I did find something."
She leads them over to a tile in the corner that seems loose, and she pulls it off, revealing a hidden camera.
"There's a camera in here!" Chihiro exclaims, proud that she found something.
"Eww... there's a camera in here..." Kyoko follows with, grossed out by the idea of someone watching them use the bathroom.
Reaching into the hole in the wall, Makoto pulls the camera out, which appears to still be recording based on the light being on. They don't have a way to check it at the moment though, because it needs to be hooked up to a laptop to play back video.
"Maybe it has a recording of the crime?" Makoto suggests.
"That would make sense..." Chihiro continues, "I m-met someone here, she's really good with cameras, maybe we could ask her about it?"
Before they get the chance however, the alert for the Class Trial rings out through the academy, calling everyone to be there.
"I guess we won't have time to." Makoto sighs, "But I'm sure we have enough evidence to figure this out."
The three of them leave the restroom, joining everyone else in the elevator, which seems much more crowded than usual. Seemingly because of the three different groups attending this time.
Makoto looks around the elevator, seeing the two girls who entered the bathroom during the investigation, they seems slightly antsy, most likely because they never got the chance to actually use the bathroom.
The elevator opens up to a room that seems very similar to Makoto's first ever Class Trial, though it's a bit bigger to fit more people. Monkuma on the far end in his normal throne.
"Let's begin with a basic explanation of the class trial! So, your votes will determine the... Eh, y'know what? Basically all of you bastards know what the deal is by now, so let's cut the crap. Let the class trial... begin!"
Several different people begin talking at once, trying to convey their innocence, before Monokuma cuts them all off.
"Wait just a moment! Sorry kids, no talking over eachother! Do you know how rude that is? Besides, we want our readers to actually know what you're saying!"
"Readers..?" Aoi asks, confused.
"Anyway, let the class trial truly begin!" Monokuma bangs his gavel.
"Well... it seems like it would be best to take things one at a time." Makoto starts, "Figure out what everyone was doing right after the stage show."
"Hmm... well... Me and Kaede were working on one of my magic tricks..." Replies a girl with red hair and a witch's hat.
"W-Well I saw photo bitch over there leave the gym!" Miu accuses, shifting slightly from foot to foot.
"W-What? I... have a name you know... it's Mahiru. And I didn't do it! I was just... going back to my room..." She retorts, taken aback by the accusation.
"I-I never le-left the gym after w-we got here..." Toko adds.
Suddenly, Makoto realizes something is amiss about that last statement.
"No, that's wrong!"
Monkuma claps his hands, "Ooo! He said the line! Things are about to get exciting!"
"You couldn't have been in the gym the entire time, because I found one of your scissors flushed partially down the toilet." Makoto continues.
"Wh-What? What does t-that have to do wi-with this?" She seems rather nervous.
"Because the scene of the crime, was the girl's bathroom!"
Toko recoils back a bit in shock, becoming very stressed, but then she lets out a quiet sneeze, she quickly recovers and seems a lot more confident, a long tounge unfurling out of her mouth.
"Of course I didn't do it you dumbasses! I would never be stupid enough to leave my scissors at the scene of the crime. They're still right here on my leg!" She reaches down, pulling up one side of her skirt to reveal a holster on her thigh, but it only has one pair of scissors in it. "Huh!? Who stole my scissors!?"
"W-Wait a sec! Are we not going to talk about that complete 180°?" A boy with short hair and a hat asks.
"W-We might actually be able to confirm that... you see... we found a camera in the bathroom." Chihiro adds, showing the camera.
Monokuma quickly snatches it, setting it up to play on a screen.
"A camera at the crime scene? Puhuhuhu, even more private footage! ...Huh? Hey! This stupid thing was off the whole time!!!" He complains, the feed cutting out a few minutes before the murder.
"So whoever did it must have known about the secret camera..." The girl with the silver hair thinks outloud, swaying slightly from side to side.
After the crime is over, the camera feed turns back on, showing the discovery of the body by Chihiro, and her subsequent accident. Monokuma and Miu laugh at the recording.
"H-Haha! What are ya t-three?" Miu laughs, before gasping, pressing her legs together.
Chihiro mutters under her breath, "S-Seems like I'm not the only one..."
"What happened after doesn't matter, we have to figure out who placed the camera there." Kyoko continues.
"Well... Mahiru knows how to use cameras." A girl in a punk rock outfit suggests.
Mahiru starts to sweat, "J-Just because I know how to u-use a camera doesn't m-mean I'd put one in t-the girl's restroom!"
"Actually..." A girl in a maid outfit speaks up, "I may have something to add. You see, as the resident maid I took the time to clean some of the common areas before the preformance in the gym. That includes the women's bathroom, there was no camera in there when I tidied, and I only saw one person enter the bathroom after I was done before I entered the gym, and that was Mahiru."
Monokuma glints his teeth at Mahiru, "You know the rules about perverts in the halls of this school... Keep it in your rooms!"
Mahiru tugs at her collar, before sighing, "A-Alright, alright! I put the camera in there... b-but that doesn't mean I'm the murderer! Just b-becasue I'm weird doesn't mean I would kill someone!"
"Then who disabled the camera?" Asks a boy with white hair, his voice sounding surprisingly similar to Makoto's.
Miu shifts back and forth as she talks, "W-Well I can invent stuff that disables t-tech... but I don't have a-any of my tools here!"
"Well... actually. I think you guys are all stupid! It should be obvious who it is! It's Maki!" A short boy with messy hair and a gremlin like energy points to the girl who Makoto almost got stabbed by earlier today. "Afterall it's her knife that was found in the corpse!"
Maki glares at him, before pulling out her knife, showing it to everyone, it is in fact, not the knife in the corpse.
"Aw darn... I was hoping me lying would get you to confess." He seems slightly annoyed.
"Wait... we shouldn't lie during a class trial! We don't want to get it wrong..." A girl with blonde hair and a musical note hairpin argues.
"Hey shit for brains! We still haven't figured out who stole my scissors!" Toko, better known as Genocide Jill adds.
Just then, the proceedings are interrupted by a loud whine, everyone turning to see what it was, they all see Miu, her hands dug deep into her crotch, and a bit of liquid dribbling down her legs. "Ah! Ah! I'm l-leaking!"
Monokuma laughs, "You should've used the bathroom before the trial idiot!"
Miu snaps back, pee still running down her legs, "You mean the one with a corpse in it you stupid panda!?"
"Whaddya mean corpse?" A voice asks from outside the circle, everyone turns to see Junko, her forehead covered in fake blood and a trick knife in her hand. "Man, then what I just did in that bathroom musta been necrophilia!"
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Chapter 2
What The Hell
"J-Junko? But you're-" Makoto gets cut off.
"Dead? Yeah, I sure seem to die a lot." She counts on her fingers, "What was it one, two... three? Three times now? Well, third time's the charm and all that crap."
Junko walks up to the the podiums, shoving Miu out of the way and taking her spot. "Man! I can't believe all you dumbasses actually fell for it! Did you really think I'd let myself be the victim of my own game?"
"B-But I... I f-found your corpse!" Chihiro shakes a bit as she speaks, clearly terrified of Junko.
"Yeah, great job pissing yourself by the way... and you! Pervert girl" She points at Miu, laughing slightly. She puts her hands over her crotch, making an over the top moaning voice. "Ahhhhh~! Ahhhh~! I'm leeeeeeeaking~!" She cackles, "You're hilarious!"
Miu looks away, clearly embarrassed enough to not even provide a comeback.
"Dawww... is poor little baby too embarrassed to provide a comeback? Do ya need your diaper changed?" Junko is really tearing into Miu.
"Wait a second..." Maki thinks out loud, "So you faked your own demise?"
She takes a break from making fun of Miu to turn to Maki, "Yeah! Duh-doy!" She taps the side of her head, like she could've never thought of that. "You see the fake blood on my head right? You see the trick knife? If I didn't know any better I'd say you're completely blind!"
Monokuma laughs, "Of course she did! Lady Junko would never let herself get killed! Especially since this isn't even a real killing game!" He realizes what he said, putting his paws over his mouth, he speaks sarcastically, "Oopsie! I wasn't supposed to reveal that yet..."
The girl with the red hair and the magician's hat seems slightly suprised, "Not even a real killing game..?"
Junko glares at Monokuma jokingly, almost laughing as she tries to act angry, "Dammit Monokuma! snicker You weren't supposed to tell them yet!"
"Wait... if this isn't even a real killing game... why the hell did you bring us here then!?" Genocide Jill points her pair of scissors at Junko.
"Hey hey! No need for violence! Keep it off of school grounds." Monokuma extends one of his claws.
"Well... since you all found me out anyway... I might as well get the boooooring explanation over with..." Junko sighs heavily. "Just kidding! Monokuma! You explain it for me!" She laughs as she runs off, opening Miu's spot back up.
Monokuma smiles, pressing a button on the side of his chair that launches him up, landing him on a stage that of course has to exist, because it always does. A distinct black and white microphone is thrown from off stage, as a curtain descends and ascends, putting Monokuma back in his strange yellow suit.
"Welcome! Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and of course, bears. To the explanation behind your new and improved despair experience!" Monokuma puts on an over the top, almost gameshow like voice. "This all expenses paid game is only possible thanks to our sponsor, Raid Shadow- I mean, Despair.Inc! It's not suffering, unless it's from Despair.Inc."
A curtain rises behind him, showing off some sort of leader board with everyone's names on it. Currently, both Chihiro and Miu have one red line next to their name's and pictures.
"The great lady Junko would like to introduce you... to the despair-ation game! Hope not included." Canned applause plays alongside the introduction. "It's quite a simple game, where everyone always loses!"
Instructions appear on the board, featuring crude drawings of some of the students, as Monokuma talks. "Basically, everyday, the leader board updates with tally marks next to each person's name depending on actions taken throughout the day. Red tally marks, show how many times a student has wet themselves, whether or not anyone actually saw it happen, and will lower your score, as well as provide an embarrassing reminder of their lack of control. As we can see, two students already have one red tally, so they currently have negative one points."
A poorly drawn Junko appears on the instructions, with two green tally marks next to her. "Now green tally marks, those raise your score by one. And shows that a student has taken action to purposefully screw over another student into wetting themselves, how deliciously evil! These marks are the only way to earn Despair-Coins, which can be traded in to Monodam in the Gym for prizes, such as..."
The drawing of Junko turns into a question mark, "Striking your name from the leader board for a few days! Allowing you to avoid embarrassment and ridicule from your fellow students. Other prizes can also be found by checking the prize counter in the gym."
A voice shouts from the crowd of people, "And what if we don't play your stupid game!?"
Monokuma smiles, a malicious glint in his red eye, "Well... playing this stupid game is the only way to leave! As for the low low price of only one hundred Despair-Coins, you can buy your own freedom and escape! Isn't that fun?"
Most of the students begin to nervously glance between eachother, none of them particularly want this, but it's definitely better than another killing game.
Junko walks out on stage to join Monokuma, the fake blood on her cleaned up, "Yes yes! That is the case. Isn't it soooooo much better than those boring old kills? This way I can squeeze as much despair outta each one of you as possible!"
Monokuma and Junko laugh together, the leader board retracting into the ceiling. Junko continues, "From now on the leader board will be located in the gym, so Merry Christmas to the people in the audience with a piss fetish. Lookin' at you Mahiru! Also! You're my cameraman now! So report to the gym at 6:30 tomorrow on the dot! You wouldn't want to disappoint your darling Junko now would you?"
Mahiru seems taken aback, but nods her head quietly, she doesn't want anything bad to happen.
"That is all for today you bastards! It's way past curfew, all of you, back to your rooms!" Monokuma shouts, the elevator door opening back up. People slowly filing out of the class trial room, most worried, but a few excited for what's to come.
(Guys I promise there'll be actual piss stuff in the next chapter I just really needed the setup okay bye)
Edited June 20 by ThatYellowSuit
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Chapter 3
Quite The Embarrassing Evening
(Finally some actual desperation stuff, kept ya waiting huh?)
With the trial being over and the true game revealed, everyone was told to return to their rooms. Keeping an elegant air about her, even in the face of possible embarrassment is something Celestia was good at, so she made her way into the elevator.
After it took all of them back up to the Dorm floor, she thought it'd be a good idea to use the restroom before bed, after all, it's not like she has her chamber pot here. Well, she didn't have one at all, but shes not going to say that.
Walking to the bathroom door, she finds a sign featuring a Monokuma in a hard hat, it reading, "Sorry! Currently closed for repairs." That makes sense, considering it was the area where the fake crime scene took place.
She can always wait until morning, after all, she is definitely royalty. Returning to her room, she places her clothes from the day neatly onto the table, pulling out a plain white nightgown from the closet and slipping it on.
She sits down on the end of the bed, the change in position making her bladder let her know it wants to be emptied. It's not like she can't control her needs, she definitely has a strong bladder and doesn't still wet the bed, definitely.
"Wait a moment... why am I assuring myself? There's nothing to be worried about..." Celestia mutters under her breath, a bit annoyed at how she's acting like a little girl who can't keep herself together.
She lays down, ready for another night of restless sleep, and possibly some issues down the line.
Waking up some time later, there's no light to know, she feels herself a lot fuller than before, but not unbearably so, she turns to her left, checking the clock on the nightstand.
"I-It's only 1 a.m..? Well... I'm... sure I can wait until morning..." She assures herself once again, her body having none of it. A pang from her bladder brings her back to the situation at hand, and wakes her up, it seems she won't be getting any sleep tonight.
Sitting back up with a newfound urgency to her predicament, she decides laying down might not be the best idea at the moment. She frowns at herself, realizing how childish she's acting. "I mustn't stress myself about this... issue... it's just a little annoying. N-Nothing more..."
She waits for a few minutes, forcing herself to try and become sleepy, it's not really working. Sighing, she decides to just stay up, "The time will pass quickly..." She whispers.
After sitting on her bed for a while, she decides to check the time. "O-Only 1:10..? Oh... umm... I'm still quite alright aren't I? It isn't like I'm b-b-bursting or anything..." She has trouble saying bursting, as the word is embarrassing to her.
Celestia decides to stand up and pace for a bit, hoping it'll take her mind off things, no matter how unladylike she feels while doing so. Walking in circles around her room is helping calm her nerves, but is doing nothing to help the feeling in her lower abdomen.
Stopping in front of the mirror across from her bed, she notices how messed up her hair looks, as she has always had very bad bedhead. She could always use fixing her hair as a lengthy distraction, perhaps this is a good thing.
She retrieves her hairbrush and sits down in a chair, the change in position eliciting a cry from her bladder, which she ignores. Trying to keep herself elegant, she crosses her legs loosely as she styles her hair. The long black strands take a while to get under control, and as she does, she doesnt notice the fact that her leg is bouncing quite a bit.
Finishing the process and standing up again, she feels another pang of desperation, this one a fair bit harder to ignore, she rubs her legs together for a moment, before returning to her nightstand to check the time.
"1:43... t-that's... well... that's better than before..." Celestia mutters quietly, keeping her voice down in case anyone can hear her.
She glances around the room again, trying to find another distraction, her posture slipping ever so slightly. Which she quickly corrects, even to her own detriment. Strutting as best she can in her current state, she makes her way back to the mirror, trying to see if there's anything else she could fix about herself.
Noticing nothing, she sighs, before quickly standing back up straight, "N-No... there is nothing to sigh about. I a-am perfectly fine."
She turns to head back to bed, before noticing how some of her clothes are not folded correctly, another distraction, that will work.
Walking slightly stiffly over to her clothes, she sits down cross-legged on the ground, her bladder giving her another little jolt of pressure. She whispers, "At least it's k-keeping me awake..."
She begins the slow process of folding her clothes, the constant leaning back and forth doing nothing to help her growing fullness.
After about half an hour of folding, she's finally done, she sighs, this time not even correcting herself, and stands up. Another change in position, another pang from her bladder, this one almost impossible to ignore, she leans forward a bit, rubbing her thighs together.
"I... m-maybe the bathroom is fixed by now..." She hopes to herself, walking slowly towards the door of her room.
Taking ginger steps, she quietly opens the door, trying to make sure no one hears her. Celestia creeps down the hall, her legs pressed together and her breathing almost silent. She is having some trouble staying composed, even if no one's around. She really should've invested in a real chamber pot, not like she could bring it here anyway.
Finally she reaches the bathroom door, not daring to look if the sign is still there, she reaches towards the handle, hoping, no, needing it to open. Before she can though, she hears a voice behind her.
"H-Hey Celestia." She jumps and turns around, standing up straight, being met with the silhouette of Chihiro standing in the darkness.
"G-G-Greetings Chihiro." She replies, trying to calm her racing heart and trembling knees, "I was j-just... umm... taking a l-look around! Yes t-that's it... just... l-looking around..."
Chihiro tilts her head, "A-Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit... j-jumpy..." She is slightly concerned about Celestia.
Celestia laughs quietly, sounding a bit forced, "M-Me? Jumpy? I'm f-feeling quite alright..." Her body language is very tense, begging Chihiro to leave.
Chihiro glances to the side, "W-Well... okay. But let me know if you need a-anything." She waves as she returns to her room.
Celestia let's out a sigh of relief, now she just has to finally use the bathroom. She tries the handle and... it's still locked. Oh God it's still locked.
Her body goes into panic mode, a wave of desperation coursing through her veins as she let's out a quiet whine, she needs to find an alternative, and fast.
She shuffles around in the dark, feeling her way down the halls as she tries to find some other place to go. Her body is telling her that if she doesn't go now, it's going to do it for her.
She stumbles through the doors of the gym, and notices a trashcan in the corner. It's so unrefined, but at this point, she doesn't care anymore. Rushing over to it, she hikes up her nightgown, pulling her panties to the side, and sits down on the trashcan.
The crinkles of the plastic drown out the hissing of her urine, her head falling back in relief. She covers her mouth to not make any noise as she finally let's out the pent up liquid. After a minute or so, her stream slows down, and finally stops. She leans forward again, her breathing uneven.
Looking down into the bin, she sees her own pee staring back at her, clearing her throat to calm herself down, she pulls her panties back in place.
Gazing back up, she notices the leaderboard, brightly lit up on the screen above the stage, her name and picture moving to the top, alongside Miu and Chihiro, gaining a red tally mark.
She stands back up, a bit embarrassed, and walks over to the prize counter in the corner where Monodam is sitting.
"HELLO, WOULD YOU LIKE TO-" She cuts him off.
"How much to get my name removed from the leaderboard?" She demands.
"ONE DESPAIR-COIN PER DAY." He replies.
She turns away, leaving him alone, returning to her room, she starts formulating a plan for tomorrow. No one will know of what happened here tonight, and she's going to make sure of if. |
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