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Welcome to Freya's Pee Adventures 1.4 Just for everyone new Here, the Girl in this Series is Freya: -18 Years Old -5'6 -120 lbs -Blond Hair -Blue Eye -Tanned Skin -Athletic Build -Long Legs -German Decent Today was the day Freya has been waiting for the entire year. Today was the school's annual competition day, this was a tradition the school had for over 50 years. The school hosted all kinds of competitions throughout the day. Track and field, Spelling Bee, chess tournament just to name a few. Freya knew she wanted to compete in the female sprinting events (100m, 200m) and also the big mainevent of the day the Spelling Bee. This year a local businessman sponsored the contest with a grand prize of $500 for the winner. Even tho Freya wasn't the best at spelling, she still wanted to sees her opportunity. Freya's day was going great, she won the 100 meter Dash and placed 3rd in the 200. But unfortunately for her, there we're no prices at those Events. Now it was about 2 hours till the Spelling Bee started. Freya took the opportunity to get something to eat, drink and look over some words. The Spelling Bee started at 7:00 p.m. Freya was seated in the 2nd Row at the very left side of the Stage. Freya was nervous because nearly the entire town came to watch this event. Freya was one of the 143 contestants, her number was 16. Of the 15 contestants before her everyone spelled their word correct. Now it was Freya's turn, she walked up to the mic and listened carefully. Her word was "Intelligence", Freya quickly answered "I-n-t-e-l-l-i-g-e-n-c-e" the Judge gave her the nod. Freya was relieved and went back to her chair. Freya realised that this could be a very long evening, if she wanted to win the whole contest and a very long evening it would be. 15 Minutes went by and it was still the first round. Her bladder had filled up quite a bit in that time, she was drinking quite alot while waiting for the next round. It was not the first time she drank way too much in such a small time. Another 10 Minutes went by and the first round was over, 143 contestants started and now there we're only 106 left. Freya became increasingly more desperate by the minute, in the rules it stated that no contestant was allowed to leave the stage until they we're eliminated. But she knew that she would not forfeit the opportunity to win $500, just because she had to pee. Round by round Freya was getting more and more desperate. She could not sit still, she started to kick her feet back and forth while leaning forward. Standing still at the mic was not easy for her either, she lightly danced from foot to foot while spelling her word. After slowly walking back to her seat she began to squirm quite badly, but quickly opted to just sit on her heel for the rest of the round. At the end of the of 6th round only 30 we're remaining. The judge announced a quick 3 minute break, this was Freya's chance. She quickly walked off the stage straight to the toilets, but she saw a long line in front of the girls bathroom. She realised that she would not have enough time to stand in the line and wait, so she made her way back to the stage. It turned out that they had used the break to get rid of every extra chair on the stage. It was now 9:30 p.m, two and a half hours Into the Contest. Freya was one of the last 30. Round 7 began, Freya was called to the mic 2nd. She was now really struggling to composure herself, but she somehow managed to spell her word right again. Freya was now constantly changing her seating position. Crossed legs, squirming, squirming with crossed legs, sitting on her heel. She repeated these moves for the rest of the round. Now it was Round 8, only 17 remain. The last round proved to be very difficult, but Freya's thoughts we're somewhere else. Freya was called up to the mic once again, but at this point she could not stand still for a single second. Freya was stading with tightly crossed legs with her hands insinde of her pockets, while leaning forward quite far. She quickly walked back to her chair and squirmed in a discrete position. She was at a point where sitting still was not a option anymore. Now even the constant leg crossing and recrossing wasn't enough to keep her still. She quickly sat on her heel and tried that, but even that didn't help anymore. She started to sit with double crossed majority of the time, while keeping her hand in between her legs. The other part of the time she would violently rub her thighs together and would quickly fan her legs open and closed for periods. After doing that for some minutes she would go back to double crossing her legs again. While she was doing that she did not realise that another 5 People have been eliminated. Going into the Round 9, only 12 remaimed. Freya's desperation reached a new high. Freya quickly walked up to the mic and crossed her legs again. Freya quickly spelled her word and she was right again. After sitting down she'd violently fan her legs open and closed, then double crossing her legs and violently squirming in her seat for another 10 minutes, when a massive urge struck her she crossed her already double crossed legs even tighter into what you could say was triple leg cross. But she knew her time might be over soon. Freya somehow made it into the 10th Round. Now Freya made it into the Top 8. She gets called up for the first word of Round 10. She quickly walked to the mic and squirming impatiently waiting for her word. She got the word "Milieu" which sounds super easy to spell but is actually quite difficult. Freya quickly thought about it and started "M-I-L.....", but then a very bad wave of desperation struck her, she immediately put her left hand inside the pockets of her black shorts while holding her crotch very discrete. It was clear that Freya couldn't hold it much longer, If she continued at this pace she would pee herself infront of everyone right then and there. Another big wave struck her, even worse than the last, she double crossed her legs while standing, hopping up and down like a pogo-stick to keep balance. Freya composed herself just one more time, she started to spell her word once again "M-I-L-L-I-E-U" the judge informed her that this was incorrect and that she was eliminated. Freya did not care at this point anymore, she quickly uncrossed her double crossed legs and ran off to the bathroom. Freya made it in the very last second, she was disapointed that she lost but relieved at the same time.
Hello, everyone. I am an aspiring author and an aspiring AI artist. In the past, I wrote a story here and hired another AI artist to make matching art, but I wasn’t fully satisfied with it, so I’ve decided to try and learn how to make good art myself. I can’t yet make 100% consistent characters in different situations, but I can mostly get her face/body consistent. Hair is semi consistent, but clothes are hit-or-miss, so sorry about the slight variations of outfits you find here. Also, I haven't yet learned to get the exact same room with each image gneration. I’ll keep trying to learn this skill and improve. Also, I always instructed the AI to create images of the main female character as being 18 years old. She does look young, but she’s not underage! That’s it – I hope you enjoy! … … … … … I woke up in a luxuriant hotel room in the world's second tallest building, Shanghai Tower. I work for an American company with a large office in China, and I was taking a few days for myself after some important meetings with the visiting CEO. I got up and relieved myself in the opulent marble bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I walked back to the bed and stood over the most beautiful sleeping angel I have ever seen. Her English name was Emily; I couldn't remember her true name in Chinese, but I met her at a bar the night before. A slender 18-year-old girl, she had clearly been looking for attention from a foreigner by being at the bar where most of us hang out downtown, and I was more than happy to be the one to grant her wish. She began the night dressed in a sexy number that barely covered any skin, and the two of us clicked over drinks and then later at my suite. Now, she was naked in my bed, but the sound of the flushing toilet must have been enough to stir her awake. She stretched her lithe body out on the bed, looked up at me, and smiled. It was a perfect, innocent smile, and I could tell that she was willing to spend another day with me if I so wanted. And yes, I wanted. You see, Emily was not my first plaything in this bustling city. As a successful foreign executive in China, it's quite easy to pull in young, gorgeous women, and I regularly did so, sometimes twice a week. And many a time have I also been able to satisfy my secret fetish of making them hold in their pee as long as possible. Sometimes, they just leave when they hear what I ask them to do, but more often than not, the idea of being with a Western man is intriguing enough for them that they are willing to obey my every command. I looked forward to playing with Emily like this today, and as my own bladder had woken me up, and the fact that she had had possibly more to drink the night before than I had, I was sure that Emily's would be in a similar state of fullness. I intended to exploit that as far as I could today, all day, if possible. To add to the fun, I intended to make use of my new purchase, an expensive professional camera, something able to take pictures far better than a mere phone could. I was only beginning to dabble in amateur photography, but hopefully, Emily would prove a perfect model for me to practice on today. As expected, Emily sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. Still smiling at me, she began to walk to the bathroom. “Not so fast, my dear,” I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her half-way onto my lap. I took a moment to look at this delicious girl's naked body up close. She had small but perfect breasts, flawless light-toned skin, and she felt like a feather in my lap. I don't think I'd ever been with a more-petite girl in my life. She’d told me she was 18, but as is often the case with younger Asian girls, she could have easily been 25 or 15. Imagining her full bladder taking up space in that tiny abdomen was turning me on. I slipped my right hand between her legs and immediately inserted my middle and ring fingers deep inside her. My god she was wet, and I hadn't even done anything to try and turn her on yet. She gave a quick playful yelp as I used the grip on and in her pussy to pull her closer to me. “I had a great night last night, and I'd love to spend the day with you today. Care to hang out and have some more fun?” I asked. “Yes, I'd love that!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face into my neck. “But I really need to pee first.” Bingo — just what I wanted to hear, and exactly as I hoped the start of the day would play out. I was going to have fun with this one. “You can go pee in a bit, Emily, but not just yet. Listen to me, okay? We'll have a great day together if you do.” I pulled her in to me again, this time for a passionate kiss. I was still knuckle deep inside her, and I started massaging her g-spot. This was apparently too much stimulation for her in her current state; she pulled away and stood up, my right hand sliding out, but I maintained a grip on her wrist with my other. “Alright, John, I'll do as you wish, but I can't wait too long, and I definitely can't wait if you're going to do THAT to me again!” she said with embarrassment and a blushing face. I had done the same thing to her last night before we had sex, so I knew how much she enjoyed it, screamingly so, in fact, but with a full bladder sitting right above her g-spot, I understood why she couldn't handle it just now. “So what are we going to do today?” “Let’s get you dressed, and we'll find out, but first…” I took my camera out of my luggage, and she quickly got the idea. The night before, she had mentioned doing some modeling before and really enjoying it. I was going to give her a chance for more…exposure. This was going to be a great day. I sat her back down on the bed and started snapping the first few shots of the day. Straight away, she was a great subject, striking a few alluring poses on the sheets. Then, camera in one hand and Emily in the other, I pulled her past the bathroom toward the walk-in closet, watching her longingly look at the toilet as we went. She had only the same outfit from the night before, which was fine by me as it was a sexy little two-piece thing. The top was barely more than a black silk bra, and she matched it with a black silk miniskirt. At the bar the evening before, it was already a bit risqué; to go out in the day like that would be downright bold, but I insisted. When Emily went to pull her panties on, I stopped her with a wagging motion of my finger. She returned my mischievous smile and looked herself over in the mirror. The miniskirt was so short that sans underwear, anyone who leaned down even a little bit would be able to see her exposed femininity. She was also clean shaven, which again, made her even sexier. I stopped her right there for the next few shots. As for myself, I put on most of my suit from the day before, minus the tie and jacket. I took Emily by the hand toward the door to the hallway, but she pulled back, ever so slightly. “Can I please pee before we go, John?” “No, my dear. This is part of our special game today,” I said, lifting the hem of her skirt with a hand and gently pressing my palm on her bare skin, just above her vulva -- exactly on where her bladder would be. I enjoyed her small squirm and quick moan as I did so. “I need you to be a good girl and keep it inside you. If you pee, you won't be clean, and I need you to stay my good clean girl for now. For the photoshoot outside.” I saw her trepidation as I spoke, so to put her at ease, I added with a wink, “Worry not — I'll let you get dirty when we get back, I promise. We won't be out too long. You can wait, oh say, an hour or so, right?” Emily nodded while nuzzling her face into my shirt. She then took my arm, and we went down and out of Shanghai Tower. This downtown part of the city is known as Lujiazui. Whenever you do a quick Google search for images of Shanghai, there's a good chance that this is the area that you'll see. It is surrounded by tall glittering skyscrapers of glass and steel, but numerous cafe's, restaurants, and shops of all sorts line the street level below. I steered us toward one of my favorite brunch spots, a pricey place where all the staff spoke English. In most of the city, that was rare, but here, if you were willing to pay enough, you could get such convenience. We sat down at one of their tables in a garden outside, and the weather was perfect. In addition to our food, I ordered an orange juice for myself and an espresso for Emily. She wasn't paying attention to my order; I could see her glancing around, most likely looking for a restroom sign. I put my hand on hers and squeezed playfully. “Remember, Emily, no peeing until we get back. You're going to stay my good clean girl while we're out here, okay?” She sighed her resignation and began to sip the complimentary water while we waited for our order to arrive. The next half hour or so was enjoyable. While we waited for our food and beverages, I took a few shots of Emily. I posed her in a few different seats and benches, and a couple while she was standing. I then wanted to try something a bit more risqué. “Emily, you are gorgeous, just as you are, but let’s try a few with your knees a little further apart, yes like that! Now, I need you to lift one foot up on the seat.” “In this skirt? With no underwear on? Someone will see!” She hunched lower and looked around. “Just for a second, okay?” She finally did as I asked, and I moved her leg further to the side to make for a better view. In this position, her skirt rode up, revealing her entirely. I took my camera back in hand and snapped a few more pictures. As soon as I was done, Emily put her foot back down and tried to look as casual as possible, but I could tell that she really liked being photographed. Our order arrived shortly thereafter, and we took a break from photography to chat about life, work, and the various ebbs and flows of our worlds again. We were clicking once more, just like the night before, and I could tell that it was keeping Emily's mind off her predicament, but of course, that could not last. When we had finished, Emily looked down at her empty coffee cup and remembered just how much she needed to pee, and it was probably getting worse now very quickly with the espresso inside her system. “John, I need to go back, now. I can't wait,” she said as she jiggled her legs up and down. This sight was like a perfect dream to me. A sexy young woman holding her hands between her legs, wearing a revealing outfit, pleading for me to take her back to pee. I nodded but absolutely had to take advantage of Emily’s sexy and desperate situation first. “Let’s try a few more shots in a couple other places here before we go, okay?" She nodded, but I could tell from her eyes that it would only be a couple more. She clearly didn’t want to wait much longer. We tried a few other seats and a bench, but this time, every shot included a clear view of her vagina. When we were done, as promised, I got up for us to leave, but I had every intention of continuing to play with her back at the suite. “John!” I heard from behind me as I was putting on my jacket. “Is that you?” I turned around and saw my boss, the company CEO, at the café garden’s entrance. He had a handful of security with him, and they took their places along the fencing as he walked over to us. “Good to see you again!” He noticed the stunning young woman holding my arm, who now practically had her jaw on the floor at the man standing next to us. You see, my company's CEO is a rather famous person. I won't name him, but let's say he's been rather influential to human existence in many ways in the last decade or so. From cars to rockets to AI, this man was a bfd. I worked for one of his lesser-known businesses relating to not-particularly-glamorous financial work, but I had still had the chance to meet with him several times over the years. He trusted me a great deal, and from the shock on her face, Emily knew who he was too, and she was practically star-struck. To emphasize the point, a crowd of paparazzi were starting to crowd around the outdoor area of the café. My boss had extra security all around, keeping them from getting too close. They were, however, fully able to take pictures of him, and us… “Mind if I join you and your lovely girl, John?” “Of course not! Please have a seat!” I returned to my chair and pulled Emily back down with me. She was beaming, so much so that she maybe forgot about her problem again. This was exciting — I was extremely curious to see how long I could get Emily to wait, and my boss’ appearance was going to help me extend the experiment. We spent another 45 minutes there with him. He was too polite to ask about us, how we met and such. But he knew me well enough, and he understood the benefits of being a successful man in a world of young beauty, so we talked about other things, one of which being the large camera on the table. I showed him some shots I had taken of the city a few days earlier. I accidentally swiped right one too many times, showing him my first shot of Emily in her outfit in the hotel. Thankfully, it wasn’t one that showed off her most intimate parts. Even so, she was blushing scarlet in her seat next to us. For his part, my boss nodded his approval and even gave me a quick fist bump. Emily survived her moment of embarrassment over my boss seeing that one picture, and she also got to chat with him. She had so many questions that I was almost embarrassed about it. All the while, she couldn’t help but continue to jiggle her legs under the table to help contain herself. We finally said our goodbyes, my boss giving me a friendly wink over having such a stunning young beauty by my side. When we stepped out onto the sidewalk and past the paparazzi, Emily looked up at me with the biggest smile. “That was so wonderful, John! I can’t believe I got to meet him!” But then she pulled me down and whispered in my ear: “But I’m about to burst right here right now! Please let me go use the public toilet in the park across street!” She was squirming so badly, her knees knocked together and a hand pressed hard up her skirt. I was in heaven. “Okay, Emily. You’ve been a good clean girl for me, especially as you were meeting my boss just now. I think you’ve earned a little break, but not here — not just yet. Let’s walk back to the hotel; I want to take a few more pictures of you on the way, and after we get back, I’ll let you go pee. I promise.” “I can’t wait that long! I’ve been holding it in since last night!” she pleaded, but I held firm, starting us in the direction of another small park next to Shanghai Tower. Emily wanted to walk faster than I did, of course, but I held us strictly to a casual pace, not wanting to spoil the moment. I found a few more places for some good photo opportunities, always making sure to hold the camera low enough to get a good view of her pussy. I luckily got a few shots of her holding her crotch as well. “Johhhhnn! Come on!” she pleaded, trying to hurry me along and limit the photography sessions. “Soon, my sweet.” I patted her hand wrapped around my arm and continued at the same pace. About 10 minutes later, we were in the lobby of the tower, and there was a line for the elevators. I could see Emily visibly tense up at the prospect of waiting in a crowd when she was so close to losing it. I almost felt sorry for her — almost. She did her best to not squirm or bounce when we got into the crowded elevator. Her outfit, though, was still enough to turn heads. Emily dared not display any sign of needing to pee with so many eyes on her, but her face was beet red from embarrassment (and likely from being so close to losing control in front of so many people.) When finally stopped on our floor, and Emily dashed out ahead of me, but it wasn’t going to help her, for I had the room key. “Come on, come on, come on!” she was repeating with gusto as I caught up to her. I didn’t respond, but instead wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her in for a kiss. I held her there as I opened the door with my other hand. She tried to pull away to rush to the bathroom, but I kept her at the doorway for another 30 seconds, kissing her. “Emily, you’ve done so well, and you’ll be rewarded in but a moment.” I pulled her in and closed the door, never letting go of her waist. I led her past the bathroom, back to the bed, and pushed her down onto it, taking another look at the most perfect scene to ever exist on this earth, at least to my eyes, and to my camera… “You may pee AFTER we make love, my dear. Sex with me, you see, will be your ticket to the toilet, and I’ll need you to stay my good clean girl until the end of it.” Without giving her a second to reply, I pulled her legs apart, looking at that lovely hairless slit that was holding back her flood, and I brought my face to her delicate folds. TO BE CONTINUED ... ... ... some other art I made relating to this story: Edited June 23 by entainwinter (see edit history)
As she intently observed Taryn’s mounting desperation while sipping her own water, Aki’s thoughts drifted back to their last trip together. While all three women, then sporting diapers beneath their loose skirts, had complained about their full bladders, only Taryn had actually lost control of her urinary organ. She had stopped wriggling suddenly and grown quiet, a sure sign she had started to soil her protective adult garment. Deep had asked her if she was peeing and Taryn had stammered an embarrassed denial. However, her silence, reddened face, stone posture, and fixed gaze out of the passenger seat side window spoke certain truth to the others. Despite also needing the washroom extremely urgently, Aki had lagged behind to observe the hot scene. Deep and Lauren had raced ahead, hobbling, crotch-clutching, and hand-fighting the entire way like little children. Taryn had paused, still immobile in her seat and deciding what to do- maybe waiting until Aki went in was the best move. But Aki didn’t move, so Taryn changed strategy on the fly and tried to hurriedly exit the car. Aki, gripping her own crotch through her high-cut, high waisted shorts stepped out of the car and immediately thanked her lucky stars. Taryn’s leaky, saggy diaper had made a couple of sizeable wet spots on the back of her lime-green summer skirt- what a scene! Hopelessly turned on, Aki, a notorious clean-freak, couldn’t help torturing herself for just a moment. She had quickly circled around Deep’s Mercedes SUV, shutting the open doors with her free hand- the other forcefully pressing her vulva. Then, she had wriggle-walked into the AirBnB home to listen to Deep’s and Lauren’s sighs of relief coming from her left; the sound of Taryn’s footsteps indicated she had wisely headed upstairs to the other bathroom. Aki had reached Lauren and Deep, at the toilet and the bathtub respectively, just as they were lowering their skirts back down- they had already stripped off their diapers and relieved themselves. Regretting her mindless decision to close car doors but more desperate than ever, Aki tried to step around Lauren to access the unflushed toilet. Now free of Aki’s perverted deal, Lauren pushed her away from the facility. Immediately realizing Deep would deny her the bathtub too, Aki had rushed to the back of the house. She had leaked while struggling to unlock the back door, and again as she had twisted in place trying to get her shorts off next to a large garbage container, which at least shielded her from the view of the neighbors on the house’s right. After taping up their diapers into balls and disposing them in the washroom trash bin, Lauren and Deep rushed out to find Aki- it was payback time. The sound of Aki’s pee splattering on the cement surface led them outside. There she squatted, making a giant pee puddle on the back patio. To Aki's horror, her friends had pulled out their phones. Deep was recording a clip while Lauren excitedly snapped photos, moving from the Asian girl’s side to front to capture all the juicy angles. Aki tried to cover up as she could while yelling at them to stop, but stopping her pee stream was impossible at this point. She couldn’t help but laugh at the comedic scene as she shook off her butt, pulled up her shorts, and chased a giggling Deep around the lawn. Fortunately, Taryn snapped out her funk quickly after watching Aki being teased outside from the bathroom window. The scene gave her a chance to strip off her drenched diaper and dump it in the trash can. Then, she ran back to the car to grab a clean pair of shorts. As the other three girls re-entered the house, Taryn was just exiting the downstairs washroom after dumping her wet skirt in the cabinet beneath the bathroom sink. Aki was the focus of attention now, so no one paid attention to Taryn. Aki was checking Deep and Lauren’s phones to make sure they had deleted all photos and videos of her. It was a bit sad seeing such great content being deleted, but she couldn’t trust such photos of her ending up in the wrong hands. That said, being filmed while relieving herself outside had been a hot thrill all in itself! As Taryn had joined in the teasing, Aki had escaped to an upstairs bedroom. Luckily for Aki, the girls hadn’t followed her, so she had been able to take a quick detour into the washroom to explore Taryn’s soiled diaper. It had been carelessly left on top of the shut toilet seat- Taryn had been in a panic, needing to grab dry clothing from the car. Aki had eagerly lifted the heavy, saggy, and wet protective garment to her face- it was still warm from holding the results of Taryn’s accident. The inside of the diaper was stained a light yellow- Taryn had been well hydrated. Aki lowered her nose into the crotch and inhaled deeply, eyes closed. The sweet aroma of her friend’s feminine urine filled her nostrils- it was amazing. Suddenly, Aki heard footsteps running up the stairs. She quickly dumped the diaper into the empty washroom bin and rinsed off her hands. Taryn, having remembered her drenched diaper, was hurriedly returning to the scene of the crime to make sure Aki hadn’t found it. Aki opened the door just as Taryn was reaching for the doorknob. They stared at each other, equally embarrassed. Taryn eyes drifted to the toilet directly behind Aki and then the trash bin to her left. Aki blushed, knowing Taryn had realized she had been handling her wet diaper. Taryn stammered. “Oh… Sorry, I, uh, left…” Aki’s face burned ever redder. “Um, yeah… I’m just gonna…” She pointed at the bedroom behind Taryn who eagerly stepped aside to let her pass. Aki got to the door just as Deep and Lauren were running up to harass her some more. Their yells from the other side of the locked door only heightened Aki’s blend of humiliation and horniness. She pleasured herself as taunts of “C'mon open up, I’m wetting myself!”, “Someone lend me a pair of dry panties!” and “Want me to pee in your bed, Aki?” echoed through the house. Aki bit down hard on her lower lip to refrain from squealing as she climaxed. The girls had continued their show the following morning- all of them had peed with the bathroom door open, with over-acted loud sighs of relief. Despite getting teased all four days, Aki had fond memories of the trip and had masturbated thinking about it countless times. Edited June 21 by fullbladder (see edit history)
(This is my second true story, which I already attempted to write as a newbie, but here's a better version!) Ashley peeled off her clothes after a long walk with the dog, ready to step in the shower. Ash was back home for the holidays as she wanted to see her parents for Christmas, which felt comforting for her, although there was no impossibility for desperate times. She had suddenly realised that she had forgotten her hair bobble, so she sprinted along with her hands covering her crotch and tits. She shut the door behind herself, avoiding the landlord who conversed with her mum and dad as they wondered up the stairs, which caught her off guard. "Shit! I didn't realise he'd be here so soon..." Ashley thought. She was stood in the middle of her room, butt ass naked as she pondered what to do next. Ash wasn't an unhygienic person and didn't want to put on any new clothes before a shower but couldn't call her parents as her phone laid on the windowsill of her bathroom. A bead of sweat appeared above her eyebrow as panic kicked in. Without any realisation to it, Ashley stood with her legs crossed and hand in her crotch, keeping back any spillage from her now full bladder. She was trapped in her room with the landlord and her parents right outside of her door. Oh what a wonderful time. 20 minutes went by and the landlord was still conversing about the house to her parents. Ashley began to sweat profusely as she wriggled around on her bed with her hand clinging onto her naked vagina. Pee pushed against her urethra, threatening to spill out of her pee hole and soak her newly made bed, but Ashley wasn't going to give up. The landlord was going to leave soon! Or so she thought. Another 15 minutes zoom by and Ashley's desperation grew to maximum levels. She twisted and turned and threw her hips in the air, tightening her grip every second she could get. Her fingers took turns to press against her pee hole as she couldn't afford to leak, not even a drop, due to her exposure. Sweat gathered around her C cup breasts as her legs squashed together. She shook and wriggled around, clawing her pussy with her numbing fingers. Ashley let put quiet, soft whimpers and moans as the desperation began to hurt her voluptuous bladder. "Cmon...leave already...I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna burst!" Ashley whispered to herself. Out of desperation (no pun intended) she began to look for anything to let out her stream. A bottle, a container, anything! With one hand to her pussy, she began to rustle around her belongings, only to come across a small, half empty coke can. She laughed to herself. She could never get her pee in there! But desperate times called for desperate measures and she couldn't take it anymore. She took the can and placed it under her, rubbing her pussy to stop any pre-mature flow. Her bladder ached for it's delicious escape, crying for any kind of release. Eventually, Ashley relaxed and let her stream pour into the hole of the can. Strangely, she managed to aim perfectly and let out her stream of piss, the can shaking in her desperate grasp. "Oh no...it's filling up." Ashley stopped her flow with great difficulty, clasping her pussy with her free hand and fanning her legs in and out. The desperation had subsided, although the remaining piss was now close to spilling out with the rest that was now homely in the coke can. There she was, kneeling on her bedroom floor, naked, holding her piss. This wasn't how Ash expected her college holidays to go. With some sort of miracle, the landlord and her parents began to make their way downstairs, which reminded Ashley to use her bathroom. Piss began to dribble out of her pee hole through her fingers as she imagined her sweet release on the toilet. Her legs clamped together, squeezing her puffy vagina lips closed. Non stop dribbles fell as Ashley attempted to hold back her piss, although she managed to gain victory and stand up on the spot, slowly moving towards her closed door. Eventually, the walk turned into a run and the dribbles turned into small leaks as she ran into her bathroom. Before she could even sit down, her pee hole gave way and began spraying its content onto the floor, giving Ashley no choice but to hold her vagina in a 'V' shape and pee standing up with the door wide open. She let out a pleasured groan as her pee sprayed into the toilet bowl, giving her bladder it's well deserved relaxation. "Ohhhh fucking finally!" She chuckled under her breath. "ASHLEY?!" Suddenly, Ash turned around to see her mum, dad and landlord at the bottom of the stairs. Her flight or fight kicked in and she lost control, her hands covered her crotch as she turned to shut the door, her pee still spraying onto the floor. Eventually, the door was shut but her embarassment remained as she finished peeing on the floor. Ashley slid down onto the ground, not caring about the lecture that would come later or the pain of having to clean up her dribbles and leaks of piss on the floor. The relief felt way too good. (I think Ashley and Emily are my muses but I better come up with some other characters 😂 Tell me if y'all enjoy these true stories! I'd love to hear some story ideas as I'm starting to hit a dryspell!)
A teacher and a cheater This is the first fictional desperation story I've ever written. I started it a month or two before the covid lockdown. Lately I found out it was almost ready, so I decided to finish and publish. I hope you like it. Sorry if something is not grammarly correct, as English is not my primary language. The story is inspired by the real events, but the desperation thread is a fiction. ––––– It was a cold winter afternoon, the end of February. I was sitting in my office, a little bored. The consultation hours we about to end, and no student has come yet. I was wondering why. There were few students who haven't shown me their projects, and this was the last time when they could do it. I took a look at my watch. Last minute. I took a deep breath and then I heard some very fast steps in the corridor. From the sound of the steps I thought it must have been a female. And then she stopped and knocked my door. "Come in" I said, and she entered. It was only few seconds before the deadline! (I think now I must explain the rules. I can work with students after the consultation hours are finished, but the must come in time. Therefore, if she came ten seconds later, I would not invite her inside, and she would not get the credit). – Good afternoon, professor – she said. – May I show you my project? – Yes, of course – I answered. – I've been waiting for you since our last classes in January. Why didn't you come earlier? Do you like the risk? – I'm sorry, sir – she answered. She looked as if she wanted to add something, but she didn't. – Please sit down and unpack your things in the second room – I said and showed her the doors. (My office room at the university is not large, so there's not enough place to unpack students' things. That's why I use the neighbouring laboratory room to work with students). She moved towards the door and reached out for the handle, but she stopped and hesitated. – Excuse me sir – she said quietly as if she didn't know what to say, or as if she was too ashamed to ask. May I go to the toilet first? – I'm afraid not – I answered. – But... – she seemed surprised and disappointed – But what? – I asked – You know the rules. You came just before the end of the consultation hours and now we can work together as long as necessary. But if you leave now, my doors will already be locked. I hope you know what it means for you as a student. She nodded and went to the second room. She unpacked her things and came back to say she was ready. I went with her to the second room and we sat down at the desk looking at her laptop. She started to talk about her project. Listening to her, I found out that the temperature in the second room is lower than in my office and was starting to get cold. – It's cold here – I said. – It think we'd better drink some hot tea. Would you like some? She hesitated for a moment. I knew why. When she came, she already needed to pee, and there was still much time to spend during the presentation. And if she drank the tea, she would need to pee even more, and she would become desperate even faster. Will she be able to hold it for so long? Will she be able to concentrate on the presentation despite her full bladder? Will she be able to hide her growing need? But on the other hand, it was so nice that the was offered a hot drink. She froze outside and she just wanted it. Maybe, if she had enough time to use the toilet before she came, she would buy herself a cup of tea in the machine. But she didn't have enough time, and she didn't have enough capacity left in her bladder. She wanted to refuse, but she was afraid I wouldn't like it. – Yes, please. That's very nice of you – she said. I prepared two cups of tea and I placed them on the desk. I was discretely observing her. She was dressed not very elegant. She had a usual loose flannel shirt and black jeans. Definitely not my favourite women’s dress. From a distance she might look as a man, not a woman. Only her hair were dressed in a women’s way. She was sitting quiet, browsing her presentation on the laptop, as if she wanted to recall some important information she should say during presentation. She didn't reveal any signs of her need yet. But I knew it would change soon. Maybe even sooner than she expected. The smell of the tea made the room much more nice than before. She continued with her presentation. She already described the idea and started to talk about her solution. A diagram appeared on the screen and she only said “this is the diagram of my solution” and switched to the next slide. This called my attention. – Could you please go back to the diagram? – I asked. She was a bit surprised with that, but anyway she did as I told her. – Please describe the fragments of your solution with more detail – I added. – This is the power supply – she said with some hesitation – this is the microprocessor, the memory – she added showing some elements on the diagram. – And what is this? – I asked, pointing to the element she hasn’t mentioned yet. She didn’t say a word. – What is this? – I repeated, but again she was quiet. I reached out for my cup of tea and began to drink it slowly. – Don’t you know what circuit it is? – I asked again, with more aggressive and more impatient voice. – I forgot, sorry… – she said quietly. – Don’t tell me you forgot – I went to my office and took the circuit I made as my own master project – Do you see? I’ve made this circuit 20 years ago, but I still remember the function of each part. You are much younger than me, your work is much simpler than mine, so I don’t believe you forgot. I looked at her. She was sitting crouched, with one leg on another, with palms between her thighs. Was it already a sign of desperation, or was she too ashamed she could not explain me the details of her project? – OK – I said – if you need more time to remind yourself, you can. We have plenty of time – I stood up – Drink your tea while it’s still warm. It will make you think better. I came back to my office and sat behind the desk. Indeed, I had plenty of time. But I was pretty sure she didn’t have so much time. I was reading some e-mail when she knocked at the door from the second room and shyly looked at me. – Excuse me, professor – she said softly and quietly – may I go to the toilet? – No – I said, still looking at my PC monitor – Not before you tell me about the circuit. – But I have to – she said even more quietly – I…. I have to… pee… – she whispered. I finished reading the e–mails, looked at her and said: – Your presentation is not finished yet. Breaking the presentation because you need to pee is rude, and very, I say very, unprofessional. Additionally, you are not well prepared to the presentation. I’m starting to think you are not the only author of the project. Maybe you are not the author of the project at all. Am I right? She didn’t say a word. – Am I right? – I asked again, with more emphasize. She looked down, as if at her shoes. But there was still no answer. – Have you made the project yourself? – No…. a friend helped me a little… – she almost whispered after some hesitation. She knew that being caught at cheating might have some serious consequences for her. – A friend helped you a little – I said slowly – Or maybe he made the entire project, but forgot to teach you all the details? – No, I just… – Do you know – I continued – what consequences it may have for you if I inform the Dean’s office you tried to cheat? With my every word she looked more and more collapsed in herself. Saying she didn’t stand upright is like saying nothing. She was more and more bent over. Her hands finally found their way to between her thighs. – Please… – she whispered – I’m so nervous I have to pee… I can’t hold it much longer… please let me go to the toilet… – You can’t leave the room until you tell me about this circuit. – But… if I don’t go now, I’ll pee my pants… I have to pee like I never had before… – You can’t go to the toilet, because you might get some help when I don’t see you. – Please, I’m begging you… I’ll pee myself soon… my bladder is so full it hurts… And then I had an idea. – Unbutton your pants – I said. She looked at me, surprised, but with some hesitation she did as I ordered. – Lay on the desk – I added. She sat on the desk and then laid down. I raised up her shirt a little. She had a slim, flat belly. I started to caress her belly delicately. I think she was a little relaxed but her legs were tightly squeezed. I slid my hand under her pants and delicately massaged her lower belly. I felt her bladder, hard and full of pee. When I first touched her there, she became a little nervous, but my touch was delicate so she relaxed. Suddenly I pressed strong on her bladder and asked: – Who helped you with the project? – Please don’t! – she screamed and raised to a sitting position, her hands immediately found their way between her legs – I almost peed myself… – her hands were buried deeply in her crotch – please let me go to the toilet… I promise I will be a good and honest student… I will make the project again… I will tell you every detail but please let me pee or I will pee myself… it hurts so much… please don’t press again… – But you are a grown up woman, and you should be able control your body – I said – You should also know that cheating is prohibited. – I know, professor, but now please let me go… I can’t hold it any more… I’m almost peeing in my panties… She was trembling, maybe because she was so nervous, maybe because her need was indeed so strong. – I can’t let you go with lowered pants – I said – I can’t go with you to the ladies’ room and you can’t go to the mens’ room. You have to pee here. – But where? – she asked with some surprise, but also with some hope in her voice. – In the sink. – I can’t, please let me go to the toilet… – No. I already explained you why you are not allowed to leave this room. She was still sitting on the desk, with legs tightly pressed together and hands holding her pussy. I approached closely to her. She was so helpless and defenceless, she was close to crying. On one hand I felt sorry for her, poor thing, but on the other hand I could not show any weakness and she needed to be punished for cheating me. I embraced her and lifted up. – Please let me go – she whispered – I’m almost peeing myself… it’s so embarrassing… I’m ashamed I cheated… now I understand what I did… I’m bursting… I need to pee… I sat her at the edge of the sink. She was now half sitting, half standing, with pants lowered to mid-thighs and hands holding tight her pussy. I slowly took her hands away and slipped her cheap panties down a little. However her thighs were pressed together so strongly that the crotch part of the panties remained in place. I put my hands under her naked buttocks and lifted so that her pussy was over the sink. She was still repeating quietly something like “I can’t hold it… I can’t hold it…” – Pee – I ordered. She was looking down, still repeating her mantra. I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face up. She looked at me. I looked deeply in her eyes and repeated: Pee! She was still saying “I can’t hold it…” but then it changed to “I can’t pee… I can’t pee…” And then it happened. I heard a drop falling down to the sink. And another one. And another. And the series of drops. And finally the dam opened and a strong stream hit the sink. Finally. She was peeing. But with what force! She must have been really, really bursting to go. After what seemed to be an eternity, the stream slowed down, turned into trickle and finally stopped. She had her eyes closed and sighed with relief. I stopped to hold her. She slid off the sink to a standing position. She held the sink with her hands as if not to fall down. She didn’t care she was standing in front of me, her teacher, with panties down. – Put on the panties – I said – Button the pants – she did as I told. – Now listen – I added – I will give you a second chance. You will make the project once again, but this time, you will come here regularly to show your progress. You will build the circuit here. I want to see you soldering the circuits. You understand? I need to be sure you are learned well to build the hardware projects by yourself. – Yes… – she nodded, looking down again. – But I will not report you to the Dean about your cheating. This, as well as what happened here, will become the secret between you and me. Understand? If you tell someone what happened, I will tell the Dean you are the cheater. She nodded again. – Now you may go – I said – See you next week. She slowly packed her things and approached the doors. She looked at me as if to say something but only said “Thank you, goodbye”. – Good bye – I answered. I wondered what she was thinking. I’m sure she was not aware that she would be taught not only to build the project by herself, but also to control her bladder and withstand an extreme desperation. But this is another story.
I thought of this one largely off of the top of my head as I was thinking about how I had read numerous accounts from cheerleaders that they often didn't get that many opportunities to go to the bathroom. And then I thought it would be interesting to have cheerleaders desperate in a cheerleading pyramid because that would be something very physical that would probably put a lot of pressure on the bladder. But then I thought what would end up getting them in a cheerleading pyramid so long that they would end up having to suffer extensive bladder agony, and then I thought it would be funny if maybe they were trying to get a record for the longest time in a cheerleading pyramid. I tried looking that up online, but I couldn't find anything about the longest time in a cheerleading pyramid, just the longest number of people in one, so I just sort of made up a time for the purpose of this story but I think it works pretty well. And for those of you who enjoy wetting this is one of my few stories that involves that, so there you go, as I felt that it fit the story very well for comedic purposes. Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/12295.html The Desperate Pyramid "I can't believe that our school is going to try to break the Guinness book world record for the longest time staying in a cheerleading pyramid," Jill said. "What was the record exactly?" "11 hours and 57 minutes," Christie said. "It looks like they were just short of their goal of half an entire day." "Well that would certainly suck, to come so close to a goal like that and then failing at the last moment like that, but hey they still got the record. Do you honestly think that we can beat that record?" "I don't know, but I certainly look forward to trying." "I don't know, it sounds like it's going to be a real challenge, I mean to go 12 full hours just stuck in a cheerleading pyramid without collapsing." "Well hey you never know unless you try, but this is our chance at making our school famous, don't you want to look back and be able to say that you got a Guinness book record for the world's longest staying in a cheerleading pyramid." "I almost feel like we should try for some kind of more substantial record, something that's more of a real accomplishment than some kind of stunt that is meant to just bring publicity to the school. But hey I suppose a record is a record." Later that week all of the girls on the cheerleading team wanted to be part of the attempt at the Guinness book record, so very slowly they all started climbing on top of each other until they had made a pyramid formation. "How long has it been," Jill said before she looked across at the timer that they had set up in big bold digital letters. "I can't believe it's only been six minutes." "Well six minutes down, that's only 11 hours and 54 minutes to go," Christie said. After about an hour everybody was getting rather uncomfortable but nobody wanted to be the one who ended up ruining the record. "I'm getting kind of thirsty," Julie said. "Holding up a pyramid like this is a lot of thirsty work, it really is very exhausting." That was when a bunch of the teachers who were supervising this for the television program, as all of this was being recorded, started coming over with drinks and slowly bringing the drinks over to the girls so that they could drink them through a straw. "But now ladies you don't want to drink too much for a certain reason I think that you might have not taken into consideration," Mrs. Erickson said as all of the sudden those words hit Jill like a bunch of bricks. Jill realized that it had only been an hour, but she was already feeling the urge to go to the bathroom. It was not like anyone could leave the pyramid for a bathroom break, which is probably why so few people have tried to break this particular record before. In fact she was seriously starting to wonder how many Guinness book records had been lost simply because the person had to go to the bathroom before they could complete them. Another hour had passed, and most of the cheerleaders were looking rather uncomfortable. Jill didn't think that any of them needed to go to the bathroom very badly, at least not at emergency level, but they were certainly getting rather exhausted from trying to hold up the pyramid. As two hours turned into three hours a lot of the cheerleaders were now starting to look decidedly very uncomfortable, and Jill couldn't deny that she could really use a bathroom break. Things were going more frustrating given the fact that there was a bunch of guys who had come by to watch all of the cheerleaders in their pyramid to lend moral support. But a lot of them seemed to be snickering and drinking a lot of drinks in front of them, causing many of the cheerleaders to begin licking their lips because they were once again getting thirsty, but they didn't dare drink anymore because they didn't want their bladders to get any fuller than they already were. Four hours into the pyramid that was when some janitor came by and started hosing off the pavement not far from the field where the pyramid was being formed. Jill could hear several of the cheerleaders moaning, as by now a large number of them certainly had to go to the bathroom, and seeing that janitor with his hose certainly wasn't helping, but there were still nearly 8 hours left in the challenge, and nobody dared break formation and risk having the eternal wrath of all of their classmates for having to endure something like this for nothing. "I have to pee extremely bad," Christie eventually shouted as several of the other cheerleaders began moaning. "Don't they give us a chance to take a bathroom break?" Mrs. Erickson shook her head. "No girls, I'm afraid that the rules are very clear, the whole purpose of the record is that you stay in the pyramid formation for the longest time possible, if you are able to take breaks a couple of times it wouldn't really be an achievement now would it? I guess you'll all just have to continue holding it in." "I don't think that I can wait another 7 1/2 hours," Christie said a short while later. "And the worst thing is I can't even cross my legs because then I would be breaking formation!" "I guess we will just have to continue holding on," Jill said as she gritted her teeth because she could feel the pressure in her bladder was steadily mounting. As she contemplated the situation she thought that this was a lot of aggravation to go through for a record that wasn't exactly going to bring them many accolades. So they would have a record that they were the longest pyramid, it probably wasn't something that you could really get credit for on any college application, and it wasn't like there was a cash prize, still she could see that nobody in the pyramid wanted to leave the pyramid and risk blowing the record for everyone. "Oh my God we need a bathroom," several of the girls began shouting by the six hour mark, as it could be seen that the majority of them looked as though they were in agony. "You're halfway there girls, you just have to go another six hours," Mrs. Erickson said as all of the girls began groaning. "Oh my God I'm peeing myself," Julie said as several of the other girls began screaming but somehow still managed to maintain the pyramid. "Don't break formation," Chrissy said right before she began urinating on the head of the girl underneath her who continued gritting her teeth. "God the things some of us will do just to break a record!" "You know I want all of these girls to get this record but this is getting kind of ridiculous now," Mrs. Erickson said, as she could see that several of the girls were peeing on each other while the other girls were moaning in agony. "I have the bad feeling it's going to take some kind of a miracle to save these girls if they want to get their record after all." Just as Mrs. Erickson was saying that suddenly she heard the sound of thunder and suddenly it started pouring rain all over the girls. "Don't break formation girls, you just have another six hours to go," Mrs. Erickson shouted, but at that moment she could see that several of the girls suddenly had relaxed looks on their faces. For a moment she thought that maybe the rain was just cooling them off but she realized at that moment all of the girls collectively began going to the bathroom and relieving their aching bladders. "I feel like when they put this in the record book they are going to want to leave out these details," Mrs. Stéphane said as Mrs. Erickson nodded. Finally after another six hours the clock went off and all of the girls were quite literally relieved as they were finally able to get out of the pyramid. "I wonder if it was all really worth it," Jill said. "I mean I'm glad we got the record after all of that but I'm also not really thrilled that I got urine in my hair." "Well I guess our suffering is over one way or another," Christie said as she and Jill started walking towards the bathroom to see that all of the other girls were likewise in line for the bathroom. "Well almost!" Jill laughed. "Let's just be glad that we weren't going for the record for longest bathroom line!"
Light had planned all of this out in such meticulous detail, and he’d been certain no loose ends had been left open. So, he was dismayed, and borderline angry at himself, that he had overlooked something so simple— If he intended to allow L to confine him and monitor him for weeks on end, he should have considered a couple factors; Namely, ‘privacy’ and ‘biology’. Light had never thought of himself as being very shy. Quite the opposite, really. He liked talking to people, liked getting to know them, liked picking out any minute detail about them that he could use to his advantage. And, he was good at it too. He’d been able to charm nearly every person he’d ever met with ease, get them to believe he was whatever they most WANTED him to be. He wouldn’t be able to do that if he was shy. And, he usually wasn’t shy about this particular matter, either. Light could relieve himself in public restrooms without giving it much thought, everyone else was there for the same reason as him after all, it was a waste of his valuable time to get bent out of shape over the sound his stream made. Even when L had installed cameras around his house— the detective going so far as to hide some in the restroom— Light hadn’t been too perturbed by their presence. The first time he went to pee after the appearance of the cameras, it had taken him a FEW extra seconds to get started. After he reminded himself that getting stage-fright would only prove to whoever was watching him that he knew he was being observed, he bore down on his pelvic muscles as hard as he could and everything flowed out. After that initial time, he stopped thinking about the cameras when he needed to go. But this situation was a different matter entirely. Not only was he being observed nonstop, he’d also been restrained. And he was restrained in such a way that he couldn’t use the toilet in the room unassisted. When he had to pee, he was required to announce that fact to whoever was watching so that they could come in and release his arms and legs and allow him to move freely. That was more than a tad irritating. He was the God of the new world, he shouldn’t have needed to ask for permission just to use the bathroom. It was demeaning. But, the ‘asking for help’ part wasn’t the problem. No, it was what came after it. The last time he’d asked, L had come in, freed Light from the restraints… And then he’d refused to leave the room. “Urinating should only take between twenty one to sixty seconds to accomplish, depending upon how full your bladder is. Leaving the room only to come back so quickly would be pointless.” L had also refused to even just turn around. “You remain my top Kira suspect,” he’d said. “It would be very foolish of me to turn my back on you, wouldn’t you say?” Light tried not to react, assuming that this was some kind of test. L likely thought he had used needing to pee as an excuse to get himself unbound, so that he could either attempt an escape, or cause some form of harm to befall L. Brute force wasn’t Light’s style— Wasn’t KIRA’S style— but L might expect him to resort to it if he was desperate. Well… Light really WAS desperate in one way… He’d held it as long as he could before finally giving up and asking L to get him out of the restraints. His newly freed hand rested against his inner thigh, fingers buzzing with the effort it took not to grab at himself. He would really prefer if L WASN’T prepared to watch him the whole time, but starting an argument over THIS would just be idiotic. Light stood at the toilet and unzipped, and… L was just… Standing there. Staring. It wasn’t even just that he was looking, it was the WAY he was looking. Even Ryuk at least had the decency to close his eyes if he ever followed Light into the restroom. But not L. Those unsettling, wide, sunken eyes, and the way he seldom seemed to blink… It was as though he thought he could somehow figure out if Light was Kira just from the way he urinated. He was too close, too… “Could you back up?” L didn’t budge, he just bit down on his thumb contemplatively. What? Was L ACTUALLY trying to use this to solve the case? What could he possibly be thinking about?! “Previously, your behavior and request indicated to me that you were in urgent need of this break… However, now it would seem you have no need to go after all.” ‘You are STARING at me,’ Light thought. Were L’s social skills so broken that he couldn’t grasp the simple fact that his presence was the only problem? Maybe he should try to turn on the charm… Quite a few of the girls he’d spent time with had a thing for shy men… Behaving bashfully around them could turn them into willing pawns in his plans. Sometimes his ‘tricks’ worked on men, as well. They hadn’t worked on L yet, but maybe this time… It might not even be that difficult, he’d finally be saying something TRUTHFUL to L, after all. “This is really embarrassing, but I just can’t go with you watching. I think if you turned around, or left the room…” “I have seen no indication that you suffer from Paruresis,” L droned. ‘THIS isn’t an indication?!’ “You have never struggled to relieve yourself while at school, nor did you have any issue when you accompanied me to the coffee shop.” ‘No one stares right at me when I use the restroom at school— And how does he even know when and where I pee? How much has he been following me around?’ “I think you were claiming to need the restroom just so I’d untie you,” L declared. “And you want me to turn around or leave so you can attempt some form of retaliation. In fact, I’m ninety-three percent certain that is the case.” “It’s not…” Light gritted out. He was trying not to snap, a display of anger would only make him seem more Kira-like… “It’s just your staring. Do you really have to look RIGHT at me? If you don’t want to turn around, could you just focus on the wall instead of on me?” “No, I’m afraid that keeping my gaze fixed on you is the best way to ensure my safety and that you continue to remain in your cell,” L explained. “If you really ARE Kira, then I have already determined that you possess some sort of power that is beyond my comprehension. I must be aware of your movements at all times.” Ugh, so even when he told L the TRUTH the detective continued to doubt him… “If you do actually need to go, I suggest you hurry up and do it,” L advised. “I still have Misa in the other cell, and I need to return to monitoring her as well.” Light shut his own eyes, and tried to pretend L wasn’t THERE. The few times he’d had to work to get his bladder emptied in a public restroom, he was able to resolve it by doing Math equations in his head. He attempted that, and managed to distract himself from L’s fixation on him. He felt something in him finally start to go loose and he relaxed slightly. If this was how he was going to have to pee until this was over, he thought that after he'd done it ONCE, all subsequent times would be easier. There was a shift of the weight inside his bladder, almost th— “That is long enough,” L declared. “Seems I was right…” Everything stopped. Light had the most painful tugging sensation around his urethra, and a faint, stinging burn moving through his length. Dismayed, he forgot himself for a moment and snapped “I almost— I almost had—“ “Back on the bed, Light,” L said. “I need to restrain you again.” “But—“ Light’s voice cracked, and he bit down on his tongue. He would not try to plead with L, begging was not any way for a God to behave. He zipped up, ignored the furious throbbing of his un-emptied bladder, and did as L instructed. His feet and arms were bound once more. Then, L finally left him alone. Alone, no longer being directly stared at, but now with his hands stuck behind his back and no way to get his zipper down again. If he could just get his pants out of the way somehow… He didn’t care that he was on camera, he just couldn’t take having L RIGHT THERE; Hearing him breathing, his unblinking gaze… It was just too close for comfort! He could forget about the camera, but he couldn’t forget about someone watching from directly beside him. Speaking of directly beside him… “Hyuk hyuk… So, what was that about, Light?” Light frowned, his gaze shifting almost imperceptibly towards the Shinigami. WHY was Ryuk asking him a question? He knew Light couldn’t answer him now, on-camera it would look like he was speaking to thin air, L would know something was going on.   He ignored Ryuk’s laughter and focused himself on simply not allowing his bladder to burst. Another bad thing about being restrained was that he couldn’t do much to really assuage his need. He couldn’t hold himself, not with his hands imprisoned behind his back. He couldn’t cross his legs when his feet were stuck together. He could sort of wriggle his legs around and shift in his seat, but that just wasn’t ENOUGH. He’d gotten SO close to actually peeing before, his body was struggling to catch back up and, without a hand blocking off his urine’s exit pathway, he was having a VERY difficult time not letting anything seep out. “What’s with all the squirming?” Light didn’t reply. Why wouldn’t Ryuk just shut up? Even if Light COULD talk to him now, he wouldn’t talk to him about THIS. He laid down on the bed, turning back and forth in an attempt to settle his bladder. It wasn’t helping, it was just making it worse. Laying on one side would feel okay for a few seconds, but then the pressure would begin ramping back up again and he’d have to turn over. Laying flat on his back felt the worst, though. His skin seemed to be pulling itself taut around his aching bladder, causing him to feel bloated and stretched out. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever had to go this badly before, and there was nothing he could do about it! “That thing you were standing in front of,” Ryuk said. “It looks like the thing in that room at home you don’t like me following you into.” So, Ryuk didn’t know what a toilet was… Did Ryuk pee? Light had never seen him do it, or even act like he needed to… “You always squirm before you go in that room at home, too.” ‘I do not…’ Light thought dismissively. Okay, fine… Maybe sometimes he was too busy writing in the Death Note to take breaks, especially when moving it in and out of his desk was such a hassle, but he didn’t ALWAYS do that! “Were you trying to release water?” Ryuk guessed. Light seethed. ‘Shut up.’ He thought. The last thing he wanted was for his current misery to become Ryuk’s latest form of entertainment. ’Shut up. Shut up. Shut up…’ “I must say, I’ve never seen you like this before, Light…” Ryuk remarked. He reached out a finger and brushed Light’s cheek with it. “So clammy… So much sweat for someone who’s just been laying in bed for most of the day…” Light flinched unintentionally, tensing his thighs and forcing himself to sit up again. Somehow, that felt better than laying down now. His knees rubbed together and he gritted his teeth. When his bladder sent him another brutal twinge, he bit down on a gasp, restraining it to a pained whimper. “Hff… Nnnh…” “Never heard you make a noise like that, either,” Ryuk said. “I didn’t realize this caused you humans pain…” He reached his hand out again, this time curiously running it down Light’s body until it made contact with the harsh, distended curve of his bladder. Light sucked in a breath, eyes widening. ‘Don’t react.’ He thought. ‘L can’t see Ryuk. He’ll suspect something if I suddenly act like I’m being touched. Don’t react.’ “Well, that’s new…” Ryuk said. “Why is this so firm?” He— He pushed DOWN, and— “Haaaahhh…” Light reacted. He jerked backwards, away from Ryuk’s touch, squirming frantically as much as the restraints would let him, but it just wasn’t ENOUGH. His bladder was searing, spasming out of control, and if he didn’t do SOMETHING to help keep it in— He crawled over to the pillow on the bed, pushing himself against it. He couldn’t get it right between his legs with his feet tied together and his hands immobilized, but now that he had SOME kind of pressure against his crotch, he felt slightly better. “… Interesting,” Ryuk said. Light almost shouted at him then, he really did. He almost forgot all about the camera, all about L, all about the secrets he needed to keep, only able to recall that he needed to pee NOW and someone had just decided to PRESS on his bladder just to see what would happen! * L had been watching Light writhing around for about half an hour now. He wondered if, perhaps, he had made the wrong assumptions earlier. But, there was always a chance Light was merely putting on a performance to make L THINK that he was wrong, so he could try attempting his earlier plan again. Although, he had been imprisoned in that room since yesterday evening, it had been a long time, and L didn’t know when Light had last relieved himself before then. It wasn’t unreasonable to think he would actually be desperate by now. But then, why hadn’t he gone earlier? L didn’t think his own presence would be enough to put Light off, when he’d never shown any sign of bladder shyness before. Light was showing a LOT of stuff today that he’d never shown before, though. L found his squirming and frantic, panicked breathing to be quite out of the ordinary for him. He had some trouble believing Light would allow this sort of behavior in himself if he’d had a choice, so his bladder may very well have been causing him agony. But, if Light really WAS Kira, then he would do anything to get rid of L. Embarrassing himself for a little while to lure L into some kind of trap would be a very small price to pay— Particularly if the plan Light had was one that involved him killing L. It would be interesting to see how Light behaved if he thought someone OTHER than L was watching him. L spoke into the microphone, “Light, I am notifying you that the rest of the task force— Your father included— is beside me, and they are not falling for this act, either.” * At that announcement, Light felt something that he hadn’t in a while; Embarrassment. Why would L call everyone in to watch this?! His face flushed and heated, and he tried to stop squirming, to stop rocking against the pillow. He stilled for a second, only for ripping pangs to send him doubling over again. “Hfff….” Everyone was watching him, watching him— The God of the new world— be reduced to a fidgeting, flailing child barely maintaining control over his bladder. Barely… maintaining… Light’s spine chilled as he realized that, before long, everybody on the other side of that camera may end up seeing him… LOSING control. Light couldn’t even remember the last time he’d wet himself, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come CLOSE to doing that! But, he knew what this feeling he was experiencing now was, it was something more than desperation. It was a harsh, unforgiving warning, screaming at him that if he didn’t relieve himself correctly VERY soon, his body was going to make the choice for him and leave him soaked. The worst thing of all was that a toilet was constantly within his line of vision, if he could just USE his hands for something— If he was allowed to have just ONE hand free… He squirmed more against the pillow, it wasn’t helping as much anymore, and he was picturing it becoming drenched as his bladder failed and fell apart… * So, even when he believed that all eyes were upon him, he continued to squirm with the same fervor as before. L considered that, if Light was Kira, he may very well be planning to kill the rest of the task force, too. So, them watching his humiliating behavior was of no consequence to him. L HAD made special mention of Light’s father, though. Would even Kira be capable of killing his own family? Kira was the most prolific mass murderer to ever live, family-ties may mean absolutely nothing to such a person… If Light’s plan WAS to lure L into that cell, then have him turn around so he could enact a plot to rid himself of L, then L risked everything by going back in there. If Light had no such plan, and L stayed where he was, then he risked… Light having an accident. It was obvious which incorrect choice would have the worst outcome. If Light wet himself, L would simply know better moving forward. If there was a way to know for certain that he was being truthful… If Light did something that L couldn’t imagine Kira ever doing, like… Begged him… Yes, L was sure that Kira would never outright beg. Kira’s ego was obviously gigantic. Even if he saw it as the only way to get a plan to work, he would be unable to bring himself to do it. * It was starting to actually get painful. Light had never needed to pee badly enough that it physically hurt him before. But, this was agonizing! His crotch felt damp, but he wasn’t even sure when he’d begun to leak. The momentary losses of control weren’t registering, the droplets that were managing to squeeze out were so minuscule when compared to the ferocious ocean still trapped inside of him. It was impossible to for him to FEEL himself dribble, the pain of his swollen bladder was so extreme that it blocked out everything else. The wet sensation around his crotch was equal parts humiliating and aggravating. How could he be reduced to this?! This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to him, it never had in the past! Any other time he’d gotten desperate to go, he hadn’t gotten this frantic. He’d been able to hold himself mostly still, only twisting around a little bit when the pressure REALLY bothered him. He hadn’t coated himself in panicked sweat, his eyes hadn’t begun to water. He definitely hadn’t ever LEAKED before. But, he was realizing now that all of his past experiences with badly needing to pee hadn’t been true, full-blown desperation. When he’d made the mistake of having too much water before an exam, he’d thought THAT had been intense, yet he’d been able to focus on the test well enough to score as highly as he usually did. He’d been able to sit in his chair calmly, just letting his knees bounce or his ankles cross every so often. He hadn’t doubted his ability to hold it in until he was free to leave. Yet, he’d THOUGHT he was desperate. He’d THOUGHT that was the limit of exactly how uncomfortable his bladder could make him feel. He’d been horribly wrong. THIS was what desperation was, THIS was the limit of how bad it could get. He couldn’t focus or think about ANYTHING other than the need to let his muscles relax. Staying still had become utterly impossible, even just squirming subtly was beyond him, he had to writhe and push himself against things to take even the smallest edge off the pressure. And, he really didn’t know if he could hold it much longer. Honestly, he didn’t think he could… It was the only logical conclusion that he could come to. It was simple biology, a human’s bladder did not have a limitless capacity. It could only be filled and stretched so far before SOMETHING had to give. Ryuk was still there, of course. And he was still amused, still commenting on all the ways Light was managing to twist himself up in spite of his bindings. “You know, if this whole ‘Kira’ thing doesn’t work out for you, you should try becoming a contortionist. I’ve never seen a human move that much with their hands and feet both tied down…” Light just wanted him to be quiet… Even if Ryuk didn’t pee, he seemed to have realized that humans found the function embarrassing. It was like Ryuk intended to tease him as punishment for forcing him to go without apples in here. Since all his ‘contortions’ were barely HELPING, being taunted about them was even more irritating. He just… He just wanted to hold himself… If he couldn’t pee, he at least wished he could do THAT. For a moment, Light pondered the worst idea ever; He could feel Ryuk pushing on his bladder— Could he EVER— So, that meant if Ryuk were to… To use HIS hands in the way Light couldn’t… Ryuk could NOT unzip him or help him aim, or even just hold his crotch for him. That was a horrible idea. He had no way of communicating that order to Ryuk nonverbally, so L would watch him speaking to thin air, then likely ARGUING with thin air and shouting at it to stop laughing at him. L might not be able to guess who Light was talking to, but he’d have reason enough to feel even more suspicious of him. And… Light would prefer to go WITHOUT having Ryuk’s hands THERE if he could help it… Maybe, at this point, the pressure against his sphincters would outweigh any stage-fright that L’s incessant staring brought on. Light KNEW L would continue to insist on watching him if he asked for the toilet a second time, and he was beginning to care a LOT less about that. If he kept his eyes closed and just focused on how much he NEEDED to empty himself, he thought he could do it now. “L!” Light shouted, flinching hard. Speaking hurt now, the vibrations of his vocal cords were shaking up his bladder and causing the weight inside of it to shudder. “Are you still there?!” No response. “L!” Light yelled, doubling forwards again as the force of his own voice continued to add to his agonizing discomfort. “Dad?! Matsuda?! Is anyone still watching?!” They wouldn’t leave the cameras completely unsupervised, would they? If Light knew ANYTHING about L, then there was no way he was suddenly alone. “Hey, Light!” Matsuda’s voice. Finally… “Sorry, I couldn’t remember which button to press at first…” Light actually felt himself relax. If it was just Matsuda now, if Matsuda came to untie him… HE wouldn’t stick around to stare like L. If Light told him to turn around, he WOULD do it… “I need you to untie me, I have to use the bathroom!” “I know, I can tell,” Matsuda said. “You look like you’re about to burst, which I guess makes sense, you haven’t gone since before you were put in the cell, right?— I didn’t know it was possible to squirm around so much when you’re tied u—“ “Now!” “Uh—“ Matsuda stammered, obviously taken aback by the anger in Light’s voice. “Well, the thing is… I can’t help.” “What?!” “Sorry! It’s— L says he’s the only one allowed to untie you. I’m just here to watch you and Misa-Misa for a few minutes because L had to… Uhhh… Maybe I shouldn’t say…” He didn’t NEED to say it. Light could figure THAT out easily enough for himself. So, L was peeing, then. Doubtless, he hadn’t needed to go anywhere near as badly as Light did now. And, L was permitted the luxury of doing it unmonitored, too… L was just allowed to— To relax and— Light tensed his thighs and squirmed roughly against the bed. His clammy crotch felt warmer all of the sudden… “H—How long ago did he leave?” “Maybe a few seconds before you started asking for him?” “Could you try to catch up to him so he can untie me first?!” “I’m— I’m not supposed to leave the cameras… And, I don’t think I should stop him, he said that he really had to go— I mean— Uh— He said— He said he had to pour some more coffee, you’ve noticed how much coffee he goes through, I bet he could drink a whole lake of—“ Matsuda cut himself off. “I’m… Not… Helping…” “When L gets back, I need to talk to him…” Light responded, hopeful that L finished peeing quickly. The next several minutes passed with painful slowness. Light had been at the limit when he’d called out for L, so the added time was really fraying his control. When he looked down, he could see a dark patch over the crotch of his pants. He was dismayed that it was there, but strangely relieved because, with as damp as he felt, he’d expected it to be larger than that. “Light. Matsuda says you need to ask me for something?” L’s voice finally prompted. “Yes, I need you to untie me!” Light snapped out. “I have to use the bathroom, now!” Silence. L was probably on his way. Of course, the detective could tell how dire Light’s situation was, so he was hurrying to— “Is that so?” L replied finally. “Yes! So come in here!” Light said, aggravation lacing his tone. His voice was icy, acidic. He probably sounded how L pictured Kira would… “Light, this is the second time you have claimed to need the restroom today,” L said. “And, previously, you didn’t go. I got the impression you were lying to me. Are you lying to me again?” “No! And I wasn’t lying then, either!” Light yelled. “I TOLD you, I just couldn’t go with you watching me like that!” “Perhaps,” L said. “But, each time I enter your cell, you do realize I am taking a risk, right? You ARE the top suspect, and the full breadth of Kira’s powers remains a mystery to me. As Kira’s number one enemy, being in a confined space alone with him…” “E—Even if I WAS Kira, I don’t think anyone could kill somebody in this condition.” “Hm… You know, it’s quite interesting Light, you make comments like that fairly often, don’t you?” “What are you—“ “It’s always ‘If I was Kira, I’d do this…’ ‘If I was Kira, I’d do that…’ ‘I wouldn’t do this if I were Kira…’ It really makes one think…” Fuck, he was using THIS discussion as a way to try to get information out of him. A discussion in which Light’s ability to think critically was completely removed. He was bound to say something incriminating when he was unable to properly plan out all of his statements, unable to delve deeply into the hidden meanings of whatever L said to him… H—He had to rid himself of the memories. Yes. If he gave up ownership of the Death Note, he wouldn’t recall anything about using it, he wouldn’t remember being Kira. He’d only know that he was tied up in a cell and badly needed to use the toilet. It would be impossible for him to accidentally say anything that gave away his identity. It just… It hadn’t been long enough yet. He couldn’t erase his memories now, he needed to wait until the time was right or everything would fall apart— Everything was going to fall apart just because he had to pee! He should just wet himself and get it over with, then he’d be capable of talking to L with a level-head. Obviously, the detective wasn’t going to untie him anyway. He should just let it happen. But, when he told himself to STOP holding it, his muscles just got tighter… Even though it felt like he was on the verge of peeing his pants, once he’d made the conscious decision to actually DO it, he couldn’t. He should have expected that. Having never HAD an accident before, suddenly telling his body to begin urinating while his clothes were still in the way felt too strange. “Light,” L spoke again. “Are you planning to respond?” “I— I don’t— I really have to pee, L… Untie me!” “Don’t change the subject. Why do you spend so much time thinking about what you would do if you were Kira?” “I— B—Because, like I said last night, I’m worried that— That I am Kira, and just f—forgot about it. Like I was doing it in my sleep, or s—something, or—“ Light leaked again, and it took almost two seconds of clenching to make it stop. “L, you can’t just make me wet myself!” “Hm… I did tell you that we had cameras monitoring you in your room. You were never seen sleepwalking,” L informed. “You only got up at night a few times, and it was always apparent that it was from a need to relieve yourself.” “… So, then you know what I look like when I have to go,” Light said, trying not to shout at what he was SURE was a cruel taunt from L. He wished he was in his room at home, just waking up with a full bladder, easily able to go down the hall and take care of it…“That means you can tell I’m not lying. Now untie m—“ “No, your behavior now is much more exaggerated,” L said. “Because I’ve never needed to go this badly before!” Light snapped. “It’s— It’s been— I haven’t gone since yesterday afternoon. I don’t know what time it is now, but I’m sure this is the longest I’ve ever had to wait.” No response. Dammit! “M—Matsuda said you had to pee a few minutes ago, how can you not think I need to do it too by now?!” Still no response, but Light was able to hear liquid very slowly pouring into a cup… Piss hissed out of him and he sat up to try pushing himself against the pillow again, only really succeeding in getting IT damp as well. “Oh, it would seem I left the microphone on…” L’s voice was muffled. Light felt his eyelid spasm. There was no way L had done that by mistake. He was far too meticulous to overlook a detail like that. He’d wanted Light to listen to the flow of liquid. He DID believe Light’s claims of desperation, he was merely choosing to torment him over it. Was this how he was hoping to get a confession? Torture it out of him? He was going to have to try a lot harder than that… Light tried again to simply wet himself, but the relief refused to come. It was just too much for him to handle mentally, he couldn’t deliberately have an accident. He had to wait for it to happen naturally, and endure all of the discomfort that brought with it. But, it wasn’t just discomfort. It was pain. Harsh, brutal pain that tore through his lower belly and was making him almost delirious. He was beginning to fear for his health, concerned that if he didn’t get his bladder drained soon, it would either hospitalize him or actually kill him. Could a full bladder become lethal? Maybe once this was over, he should use the Death Note to test that. He’d pick a criminal and write THIS as their cause of death, then see what happened… He’d have to pick someone guilty of a really awful crime, though. This would be such a painful way to die… It was the pain that got Light talking again. A sick spasm that rolled through his bladder and all the way up to his stomach. He almost felt like he was going to vomit… “L!” he yelled. His voice cracked, he’d said one letter and it was enough to make his vocal cords fry. “L, please?!” The reply came quickly for once. “Please what?” “You already know!” “I don’t, Light.” “Please— Please untie me!” Light exclaimed, shuddering as he felt another spurt trickle out of him. “Please! It— It actually HURTS, just let me go! Please?!” L glanced away from Light’s screen for a moment. So… He WAS actually begging him… That was something he couldn’t see Kira doing… But, he COULD see an extremely desperate Light Yagami doing it… And, he’d reacted VERY badly to the sound of L pouring himself a drink, that little ‘experiment’ indicated that Light DID need to relieve himself urgently. “I will be there in a moment, Light,” L said. Light breathed out a sigh and fought not to relax TOO much. Now that he was finally going to be released, an accident would be mortifying. He pleaded with himself to hold on, trying his best not to look at the toilet that he’d be using in just a few minutes. It was impossible to keep his eyes off of it, though. It was impossible not to imagine the relief of letting go at last. He heard the lock on the door being messed with, and then heard it opening, he turned frantically towards L, his own eyes blown almost as wide as L’s always were. L glanced at Light for a second, squirming and bouncing as much as the restraints allowed him to. He was now able to see the dark spot on Light’s pants as well. If this WERE all an act, Light wouldn’t have deliberately peed himself a little just to make it more believable… “Stop staring,” Light hissed. “Hurry up!” L approached Light and set about removing the restraints around his wrists. He was now more aware of just how much Light was shaking, it made it a little trickier to get his hands free… “L, come on!” Light moaned. “Can’t you do this any faster?!” “I’m doing it as quickly as I can,” L said calmly. “If you were a little more still, it would be easier.” “If I COULD go still, I would! You think I WANT you to see me this way?!” L finally removed the bindings on Light’s wrists— His hands were free, his hands were— Immediately, they both flew between his thighs and grabbed hold of his member. Ahhhhh, that felt so much better! Some of the tension eased away, it no longer felt like his piss was right up against his opening, ready to spray forth if he so much as breathed wrong. He actually had something keeping it in… L was startled when Light began holding himself the very instant that he was able to. More of his doubt faded. When he went around to free Light’s feet, he saw Light now had his eyes screwed closed and was biting down sharply on his lip, hands still clasping tightly between his legs. “Hurry up…” Light said once more. “As I’ve already said, I am moving as fast as I can…” L informed. He had an easier time with Light’s legs, now that Light was gripping himself, his shaking had died down considerably. “There,” he said. “You may—“ Light quickly shot to his feet, but stumbled, the change in position amplifying his discomfort for a moment. He could actually FEEL the way his pee sloshed around inside him, it was dizzying… He was already unzipping a few steps from the toilet, but when he finally got there and AIMED… L was standing next to him, staring just like before… Light dribbled a bit into the bowl, but nothing else happened. It didn’t bring him any relief, and only made him feel like he had to go worse… “Was that all?” L asked. “You had me convinced you were—“ “No!” Light snapped. “It’s— I keep telling you, you’re too close, and you’re— You’re staring straight at me! Would you be able to go with someone doing th—“ “Yes.” “Well— Well, I can’t, alright?” “Urination is an everyday biological process. Everyone engages in it. You should feel no embarrassment just because I happen to be—“ “L… L, please?!” Begging again… L really wasn’t supposed to take his eyes of Light, though. 24/7 surveillance meant 24/7 surveillance. He was to be monitored at all times. Just for a second… Just until he was able to start going… L glanced up, away from Light. The room stayed silent, save for Light’s haggard breathing. L sighed, “I… I wonder where that stain on the ceiling came from… Looks kind of—“ He’d looked away— Light shut his eyes, and after a few seconds he was finally peeing a stream so hard and fast that it yanked a moan from his lips. Ohhhh… Oh wow, it had never felt so good to go before… It was like everything in him just snapped and went slack all at once, the painful stone in his lower stomach was shrinking, his muscles going utterly loose. Light was still sweating as he pissed out torrents of liquid, his body continuing to tremble. He felt very raw and sensitive after hours of immense discomfort and strain. He wouldn’t be shocked if he wound up feeling sore somewhere for a while after this. But, for now, he just felt amazing. Since he’d never experienced desperation to that degree before, he’d never felt relief like this, either. L was startled by how copiously Light was peeing, surprised that he was capable of holding so much. All doubt was gone now, Light hadn’t been using this as a ploy, he hadn’t been ‘acting’ desperate, he’d reached his limit— He’d been AT his limit for ages and L had continually denied him release in one way or another. Light had been telling the truth; He really just COULDN’T go if L was watching him too intently. That was strange. L could pee if someone was watching him, it was a basic function that everyone had, so it never crossed his mind to be embarrassed of it. There were always more important things to focus on. Light finally finished, panting heavily as the last few spurts left him. He zipped up, trying to ignore the dampness of his clothes. It wasn’t comfortable… L watched him for a couple seconds. Light was likely to be experiencing a bit of brain-fog after all of that… “Are you feeling better now, Kira?” “I’m still not Kira,” Light glowered.
L was certain that Light was Kira. Even if he didn’t have any concrete evidence of it yet, there had simply been too many coincidences for him to believe otherwise. Observing Light over the past few days still hadn’t gotten him any closer to finding proof, though. Today, L was trying something new and, perhaps, a bit unorthodox. He had used unusual tactics to solve cases before, but this was probably the strangest thing he’d ever done. He’d gotten the idea a couple days ago, when Light had grown so desperate. It was clear to L that his mental faculties were greatly diminished when under the effects of such extreme strain. And, it was also apparent that Light was unable to deliberately wet himself. He could only escape that strain and pressure by being granted access to the toilet, or by having his bladder completely overflow. Light’s capacity was obviously very high. The other day, he had urinated for approximately one hundred and seven seconds, which was longer than L had ever managed himself. Since even that hadn’t been enough to prompt a complete accident, that meant Light could restrain himself even further if pushed to do so. L intended to keep Light in that desperate, disheveled state for as long as was physically possible. While subjected to the torment inside his body, Light would falter and make mistakes when asked difficult questions. Since he was incapable of forcing an accident in order to clear his head, he would have no means of escape. And L would have plenty of time to probe him before his bladder actually failed and emptied on its own. He hadn’t considered all possibilities, however. And now, he was met with consequences. He was correct in assuming that Light would no longer be able to think clearly once his bladder got full enough, but he’d placed too much faith in the idea that Light would STILL be able to remain coherent and on-topic. Light wasn’t thinking clearly at all, but he had a bit of a one-track-mind and wasn’t actually responding to anything L said. The other miscalculation L had made was more troubling. Seeing as Light’s bladder was evidently quite large, working him up into this level of neediness took a lot of time. Time during which L had to stay right in front of the screens, never getting up, and consuming coffee and tea to keep himself awake. And, when L finally noticed that this had left him in a similar situation to the one he’d forced upon his prisoner, the other members of the task force had already left for the night. L couldn’t leave the cameras unmonitored, and there was nothing in his immediate vicinity that he thought would make a good receptacle— The tea cups were too small, and he’d never been able to stop peeing after he’d started. His only option was to hold it until morning when he could have someone take his place for a moment. But, just as Light’s ability to think critically was hampered by desperation, so too was L’s. It wasn’t as simple to analyze everything that came out of Light’s mouth when most of L’s own thoughts were garbled, panicked repetitions of ‘I have to go.’ Not that Light’s pained shouts of “You have to untie me NOW, L!” required much analyses anyway. There weren’t any hidden, double-meanings in that… L knew that this plan was a bit of a bust, he just wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet. They were getting nowhere, and they weren’t GOING to get anywhere. Light barely heard anything L asked him, and only responded with some variation of “I don’t know! Just let me use the toilet!” L could barely think of appropriate questions, and his brain felt so foggy that he assumed that if Light suddenly just said, outright “I am Kira,” it wouldn’t even register to him. L just didn’t like accepting when ANY of his plans went to pieces. Failure didn’t HAPPEN to him. He still wanted to hold onto some vague hope that this WOULD start to work eventually. If he could just ignore all of the irritating discomforts inside his body, he thought he could get this back on-track. The need to urinate was such an annoying one. Urination, like sleep, wasted time that was better spent elsewhere. L hated being interrupted when he was working on something, particularly when the interruption was caused by a part of himself. A few times in the past, when met with similar predicaments, he had decided that simply wetting himself was the best course of action. The distraction would be removed, and he wouldn’t have to stop what he was doing. He’d even tried wearing a form of… ‘protection’ once or twice in anticipation of that happening. However, he’d learned much like Light had, that deliberately having an accident was a very difficult thing to do. Consciously instructing his bladder to release into his clothing was just impossible. Before long, he’d give up on the endeavor, his discomfort too great for him to continue putting up with it, and go to relieve himself correctly. That wasn’t exactly an option right now. And, since his previous experiments with it had all been failures, he wasn’t wearing any kind of ‘protection’ right now. If he actually DID burst tonight, it would get everywhere. He shifted around. The way he sat was not very pleasant with a full bladder. Crouching sort of… stimulated the muscles around his bladder, making them even more eager to release. He tried to find a different position that made his midsection ache less, but sitting ‘normally’ was just… It made it a little easier to hold it, but it also felt really uncomfortable, unnatural. Finally, he just stood up. He was forced to hunch over even more than usual to keep his bladder from feeling too stretched out, but he found that shifting his weight around between his feet was very helpful. * Light was, of course, deeply dismayed that L had been refusing his requests, demands and pleas for a bathroom break. But, he wasn’t very shocked. He knew precisely what L’s plan was, and that the detective was attempting to work him up into a panicked, pained state in which his brain would cease to function on the level he needed it to. L’s intentions were very clear. Really, the only surprising part was that L would resort to such a childish tactic. Particularly when Light could easily cause the plan to fail simply by giving up and having an accident, ensuring that his mind was left free of distraction once more. But, just as Light had discovered the other day, deliberately wetting his pants was a very difficult thing to do. Even when he really wanted to. The aches associated with holding it had crossed the threshold into becoming painful ages ago. He consistently felt as though his lower abdomen was being sliced into, and when he was able to look down at himself from the correct angle, he thought he actually looked a little swollen. He needed to go far, FAR worse than he’d needed it the other day; And he’d thought THAT was as bad as it could possibly get… So, he’d BEEN trying to just give in and soak himself. Even if L refused to let him wash up and get changed right afterwards, Light would only have to wait until the rest of the task force was around. Father wouldn’t allow L to make him sit in his soiled clothes forever. And, since Light would remain tied up, it would be L’s job to deal with the puddle on the floor. It would be L’s fault if he wet himself anyway, maybe having to clean the mess would teach him to never do this again. The thought of L being forced to mop up his piss… It was far from being unpleasant to him. L would have to get on his hands and knees before him, the position he would ALWAYS take if Light changed his mind and decided to allow him to live… That idea made him want to submit to his body’s demands even more. But, no matter how hard he tried, the instant he decided to STOP holding it, it seemed that was the only thing his body knew HOW to do. He struggled to understand that, he’d spent the last several hours fighting not to piss his pants, and now that he WANTED to do it, it suddenly wouldn’t work. He was actually going to have to wait until he physically overflowed, and he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t already done that. He felt so full that he swore there was water reaching the back of his throat. There could not POSSIBLY be any more space left inside of him, but somehow the liquid kept finding room, and his burning holding muscles remained taut. Well, not completely. He’d leaked so many times that he’d lost count, and he knew his crotch was damp. But, all of those dribbling spurts had been so minuscule in comparison to the waves locked inside of him that they hadn’t brought him even the smallest hint of relief. “You look even worse than you did the other day,” Ryuk said. “How long’s it been, anyway?” Light didn’t know how long it had been. His watch was currently stuck behind his back along with his hands. It didn’t matter how many hours he’d gone without a piss, though. However long it had been was too long for his searing bladder. “I do think this is the longest I’ve seen you wait…” Ryuk decided. “If we were at home, I think you would have gotten up at least three times by now. Why do humans have to expel water like that, anyway? And why do you have to go to a specific place to do it?” Ryuk had stayed perfectly quiet when Light WASN’T squirming around, dying to pee. Light couldn’t tell if Ryuk was just oddly curious about human biology, if he’d realized he’d hit upon a good way to irritate Light, or some combination of both. “Did it get firm again?” Ryuk wondered. Oh, no… Please, not this again… It had hurt so bad the last time, and now Light needed to go even worse! Ryuk reached out a hand. Light was powerless to stop him, with his limbs bound and the cameras there to capture any orders he made. Just like before, Ryuk pushed down on his lower stomach and caused a bright, hot flash of urgency to bolt through him, so agonizing that his vision went haywire for a moment and all he could see was bright white. He flung himself backwards, rolling from side to side on the bed, just trying to find a position that would make it hurt a little less. The worst part was that Ryuk’s touch hadn’t even been enough to make him finally piss himself. No. All it had managed to do was cause him more awful pain. “Feels like you’re made of stone,” Ryuk remarked. “Someday, when they make statues of Kira, I might not be able to tell the difference.” Light gritted his teeth, hissing out a strangled breath. It was taking so much out of him not to just shout at the Shinigami now. There was someone else that he COULD yell at, however. “L, hasn’t this gone on long enough?!” Light demanded. * L looked Light over. He was flailing about on his bed, pressing himself harshly against the mattress. Light was having a more difficult time than L was, he could acknowledge that. L was ABLE to jump from foot to foot, and he could hold himself if it started to get worse. Light didn’t have those options thanks to the bindings. Plus, he was forced to just lay there beside a toilet that he couldn’t actually u— Oh, why had L thought about that?! The toilet was visible on-camera, and now L couldn’t stop looking at it. “H—Hasn’t WHAT gone on long enough, Light?” L asked. “Your denials?” “I’m not— I’m not denying anyth— I’m not Kira!” Light snapped. “This is sick, L! Are you trying to make me wet myself?! Is that what you want?!” L HAD intended for this interrogation to continue on for however long it took Light to finally have an accident. But, now he was less certain… When Light lost control, L would both see and hear it happening. He’d have to listen to tons of liquid hissing for a MINIMUM of one hundred and seven seconds. And, if Light moaned like he’d done the other day, then L would probably— L crossed his legs together, knees rubbing. Oh, this was getting so bad… If he wasn’t so concerned about having a mess to clean up, he didn’t think he’d be fighting this so hard. Instead, he’d be begging his body to just give up and release so that he could focus again. “Wh—What I WANT is for you to tell the truth for once in your life.” “The ‘truth’ is that I need to use the bathroom, L!” Light shouted back. “How can you think I’m lying about that? You haven’t allowed me to go all day!” Light was correct. L HADN’T given him a single bathroom break today. He’d ignored every one of his requests for one, and had just continued to watch him grow more and more frantic. And, in all that time, L hadn’t gone either. Neither of them had peed even once today. L knew better than anyone how badly Light must have been needing the toilet. “I DO trust that you need the restroom, Light,” L informed. “But, that isn’t the point. Why is it that the FBI agent following you just happened to die soon afte—“ “I don’t know!” Light interrupted. “I don’t— Am I supposed to keep watch over every single person I ever meet? I never even talked to him!” L seized on that. “I was under the impression the two of you spoke on the bus.” Silence. Light obviously scrambling to come up with a response. “I—It’s hard for me to remember things right now, L.” “Is that—“ L somehow managed to put his foot down a little too harshly against the floor. It sent a shudder up his leg and directly into his bladder, causing it to tremble and convulse far more violently than it had done at any other point today. It was enough to make him fold in half as he gripped onto himself. “I—Is that s—so, Light?” Oh shit, his voice had cracked. A lot. And he’d been stammering. Light would notice that. Even in THIS state, Light would notice if L’s usually steady voice went haywire like that. Of course he did… “L? What was that?” “What was what?” L responded immediately. He sounded like a moron… He had to get Light to focus again, had to drag this conversation back to the topic at hand. “Did you hurt yourself, or something?” Light actually sounded worried. Kira wouldn’t ask THAT, would he? No. If Light was Kira, he’d possess the ability to fake concern for another person. The most dangerous killers could always mimic emotions they saw in others, they could put on an act so they’d appear empathetic. Kira was the most dangerous killer to ever exist, if Light was Kira, he’d have full-mastery over that. L wouldn’t fall for such things. His base need for a bit of sympathy at the moment was just making him more susceptible to Light’s tricks. “A—As I was saying earlier, the FBI agen—“ “L!” Light moaned, squirming more. “Please, untie me now! Please?!” And, since the begging had worked last time, Light would naturally assume it would work today. It wasn’t going to. He WAS getting very frantic, though… And so was L… This was a stupid idea, if Light actually fell for it, L would be stunned. And, worse yet, he’d already TRIED something similar once before, making the ploy even more idiotic. “Do you have to pee, Kira?” “No— I— I mean— I— I’m not—“ “If you don’t have to go, then there’s no reason to untie you, is there?” “I DO have to go!” Light’s eyes radiated fury. “But, I’m NOT Kira, just stop this, alright?! Just untie me! Please, L?!” L tightened his hold on himself, the more desperate Light’s pleading got, the worse L’s own urge became. He couldn’t understand why, but every time Light said ‘please’, his bladder would start to twist and roll itself up into pained knots. He coiled his legs together once more, rocking from side to side. He felt a small leak trickle out and, for a second, he tried to actually let it continue. But, as soon as he started telling himself it was okay to give up, his body tightened back down again and everything stopped. His urethra burned painfully at the sudden end to his release. “Light… Th—That’s enough. We aren’t discussing this matter any— anymore… You have brought us very far off-topic. N—Now, here’s something you may find more interesting; Ever since you and Misa were placed in confinement, the Kira killings have stopped. Can you think of any reason that might b—“ “L, please?!” Light interrupted. L sighed, leaning backwards in an attempt to give his bladder some more space. It didn’t work, the skin of his lower abdomen felt sore and stretched. “Please what, Light?” “Please let me use the bathroom!” L could hear the fury in Light’s voice, but it was more tinged with panic now. Even just viewing him through the camera, L could see that Light’s crotch was quite damp. He’d already begun wetting himself, just not with the force and speed that his body desperately wanted him to. L shimmied his hips, feeling the small wet patch on his own clothing. He’d let out a little, and it had… It had felt good to let go like that for a couple seconds. He just wished he’d continued trying to wear the ‘protection’. He felt certain that, if he had something like that on now, this would be the night he finally managed to actually make use of it. At the very least, the knowledge that losing control wouldn’t result in a huge mess would give him some peace of mind. The idea of the others returning in the morning to find him soaked didn’t bother him that much, but L just hated when his surroundings were untidy. Too many things out of place, or an irritating smell, really harmed his ability to concentrate. He wasn’t sure if continuing to hold his bladder in was a bigger distraction than having to breathe in the smell of his own urine would be. “We are not d—discussing th—that at the moment, Light,” L told him. “Answer m—my questions, and then we can talk about letting you—“ “I’m not answering anything until you let me go,” Light insisted. “You must realize that this stubborn behavior is only increasing your Kira percentage…” L said. It wasn’t, really. Anyone in Light’s situation would be stubborn and argumentative now, whether they actually had something to hide or not. The lie would hopefully get him to cooperate a little faster, though. “If you are not Kira, then simply g—give me your theories as to why the killings have suddenly ceased.” “I— I don’t know why!” “That ans—answer is not satisfactory,” L said. He ran his nails over his thighs, stepping in place. He couldn’t stop looking at the toilet visible on Light’s screen. It would feel so good to rush into that cell and— “Y—You already know MY theory, I’m sure— The killings have stopped because Kira and his accomplice are currently confined.” “I’m not Kira!” Light snapped once more. “I—I’m sure I can th—think of why the killings stopped af—after I—“ “You need a clearer head to come up with your excuse, don’t you?” “Ye— No! It’s not an excuse! I n—need a clearer head to think o—of anything at all!” “G—Give it a try…” L watched as Light curled over on himself, it seemed the wet spot on his pants was growing larger. “I d—don’t— Maybe Kira is sick.” “Both of them, at the same time? And, so sick that they haven’t been able to kill even once?” “Y—Yes! We kn—know they h—have made contact,” Light reasoned. “S—So, if one of th—them is sick, the oth—other could have caught it.” “And, coincidentally, Kira and the second Kira each came down with some horrible disease at the exact same time you and Misa were locked away?” L asked. “I don’t believe in coincidences, Light. And, I have to s—say, it’s hard to believe a pair of mass-murderers would be completely stopped by a mere cold…” “M—Maybe it’s not a cold, maybe it’s something worse…” Light mumbled. “Hmmm… This lie isn’t up to par for you, Light…” L said. “Generally, when you lie to me, there is at least a small part of me that’s willing to believe you. Not this time. Why have you gotten worse at lying?” “Probably because I have to pee and can hardly think!” L’s smile turned into a slight grimace as his bladder throbbed. He gripped himself with one hand, and didn’t let go. It was easing the tension away, and he thought he was close to a breakthrough now. Just a few more minutes, and he would have won in spite of his awful need to pee. “So,” L said. “You admit that you have been telling me lies this whole time?” “What? No! I d—didn’t say that!” “You did,” L corrected. He bent forward, tightening his hold on himself. He was getting too eager, his bladder was starting to burn, a few droplets seeping out of him and requiring an even firmer hand to keep them at bay. “I asked why you have g—gotten worse at lying, and r—rather than DENY that you’ve lied to me—“ “Th—That doesn’t count!” Light exclaimed. It was a pitiful response, and even HE seemed to know that. “Y—You… You’re just setting me up. You d—don’t let me pee all day, th—then ask me all these questions, n—nothing I say now sh—should be taken seriously. It w—wouldn’t hold up in court.” “I think wh—what I said to you was very straightforward, Light,” L said. “You could have easily denied that you lie to me, but you made no attempt to do so.” “B—Because I can hardly think!” Light reminded. “H—Half the st—stuff you’ve said to me, I barely ev—even hear it or process it!” “You seem to understand me perfectly well now.” “You’re accusing me of being a killer!” Light said. “H—Hard NOT to p—pay attention to th—that! B—But, I haven’t l—lied to you a—at all! I k—keep telling you ev—everything I know, a—and I—“ Light was cut off, and L could hear a sharp hissing noise. L panicked for a second, looking down at himself. But, when he realized the hand wedged between his legs didn’t feel any wetter than usual, he knew that the sound wasn’t coming from him. The noise stopped abruptly and, panting, Light snapped “Y—You can’t— You can’t make me wet myself, L! Untie me already! Please?!” Even if L HADN’T been the one to leak like that, listening to it happen wasn’t making his own situation any better. He had to clutch himself with both hands for a little bit, hopping in place. He shut his eyes, doing so for FAR longer than he should have when his entire job was to keep constant watch of the screens. He just couldn’t handle the sight of the toilet in Light’s cell any more. Once he was able to speak again, he grunted out, “Nnnh, what was that, Light?” “Untie me!” Light demanded. “Untie me, untie me, untie me! Please, L! Please, please, PLEASE untie me!” “No.” “B—But, I’m g—going to—“ Light’s voice reached an octave L had never heard before, and he made a strangled, pained noise as he squirmed around on his bed. * “Hyuk, hyuk…” Ryuk chuckled. “Your voice is squeaking, you sound like Sayu! I finally see the resemblance now…” Light had never felt more pathetic, he’d never felt LESS like a God than he did now. Begging… Going into a full-blown panic just because he had to use the bathroom so bad. This was so much worse than the other day, he’d only had to stoop to begging for a couple minutes, not the hours of profusely pleading that he’d been strong-armed into tonight. The image of L having to clean up his piss was a lot less satisfying now too. After all that groveling, even if L was left to mop away the mess, Light would still be the more pathetic, submissive one. He would have just begged for the toilet for hours before completely drenching himself, only to be unable to clean up on his own because he still couldn’t escape his bindings. What the Hell had he been thinking earlier? That wasn’t God-like at all! His desire to just piss his pants and get it over with evaporated. It was bad enough L had witnessed him behaving like this, he didn’t deserve to watch him have an accident on top of all that. “L—Light— I kn—know you’re not c—comfortable right now,” L said. “But, I n—need you to w—work with me…” And why did L keep stammering like that? Was he trying to drag this out as long as possible? What was wrong with— … … Light thought that he had a way out now. He was… He was good at things like this, usually. When he could think. When he could think, he just needed to find the one thing he could use to manipulate someone, then talk them into doing what he wanted. L was the only person so far that he’d never been able to manipulate, he’d never found anything he could use. But, he thought he’d finally found that now… All day, any time he’d said anything, L was the one to respond to him. It was easy to assume from there that L hadn’t taken any breaks today. And, doubtless, L had been drinking tea and coffee like always to force his body to remain awake longer than any human should ever be. L was still a human, though. What went in had to come back out. L definitely had to go, just as badly as Light did. However— and here Light tried not to seethe with jealousy— L was able to hold himself and cross his legs. He was able to do FAR more to fight against his desperation than Light could. Light was still going to break first, and in that time, L would keep interrogating him. Light had no intention of answering any of the questions though. Even if he decided to be completely truthful for some insane reason, he didn’t think he’d be able to respond at this point. If L asked him something as innocuous as his favorite color, the only response he’d be able to give would be another demand for a toilet break. He couldn’t think of anything else. But, L still COULD… That was a problem… Light had an idea of how to manipulate L, he just had to hope that his plan didn’t have too much of an effect on his OWN body first. “L… I really, really need to use the bathroom, alright? Please just—“ “No,” L stated. “L—Light, I— I am done repeating m—myself. Listen to me wh—when I’m speaking t—to you, and ans—answer my questions.” “I can’t even think about all this stuff right now. All I can think about is waterfalls, and rivers, and peeing, and the sound tea makes when you—“ “Light!” L actually sounded mad now. “If it’s that bad, then just go.” “I can’t! You have my hands tied!” Light reminded. “I need— I need to go NOW, L.” He was begging again, but now he was doing it with more of a purpose. “It feels like— Like there’s a melon in my stomach, L! It feels like I’ve swallowed an entire swimming pool, and— And I think I’m hallucinating!”   “Light—“   “I am, I hear water dripping from somewhere!” Light insisted. “I’m— I’m hallucinating, right? You can’t hear it, can you?” * L blinked, suddenly thinking that he actually DID hear the sound of a leaking faucet. Huh? That noise hadn’t been there a moment ago, had it? He was imagining it, there weren’t even any faucets near him. It was all in his head, but it was making him tense his thighs up a little more anyway. “E—Enough distractions, Light. You are g—going to answer m—“ “But— There’s too much pressure, it feels so heavy…” L hadn’t noticed how heavy his lower belly actually felt… It was seriously weighing him down. He palmed his crotch and shifted his feet, but the heaviness only worsened, like he was carrying a boulder. “Light…” he hissed. “Stop talking about—“ “I already TOLD you, this is the only thing I can think about! Would you be able to think if it felt like you had a water-cooler in your stomach? If inhaling and exhaling kept squeezing the water-cooler tighter and tighter until you think one wrong move will make it explode? Would you be able to think then?” L DID feel that way! And he was TRYING to think! He’d be able to do it just FINE if Light would talk about something else, anything else!” “W—We don’t need to discuss the Kira case now. We can take a break from th—“ “Then, let me go!” That would be admitting defeat, that would be letting Light win… And, at this point, L just didn’t want to give Light what he wanted, regardless of if continuing this got him a confession or not. “Maybe later,” L said. “Once you have calmed yourself d—down a bit. I still believe you may be Kira, so I h—have no int—intention of untying you when y—you are angry.” “I’m NOT angry!” Light shouted. “Just desperate! I’ll be perfectly calm after I’ve—“ “No,” L said. “L—Let’s talk about something else for a m—“ “I can’t!” Light insisted. “I— I haven’t used the bathroom since— Since really early this morning. What time is it now? How long have you been making me wait?!” L’s gaze shifted to the clock, and his bladder thudded when he confirmed how late it now was. He’d last relieved himself at about the same time Light had, which meant they’d both been holding it for… “It has been around twenty-one hours, Light. However, your hydration today has b—been minimal, so I’m sure you a—are able to—“ “I’m not!” Light snapped. “And, what do you mean ‘minimal’? You’ve forced me to drink every bit of water you give me! J—Just because I don’t drink a couple barrels of tea everyday like you do doesn’t mean I’m not hydrated.” L flinched. ‘A couple barrels’ was an exaggeration, but not by that much… From the way L’s bladder was thrashing, it didn’t FEEL like an exaggeration at all. The bloated organ was twisting up on itself, acting like he really DID have several barrels of fluid crammed into it. “Light, th—that is en—enough… Be quiet.” * Light hoped everything he’d been saying was having some kind of an effect on L, because it was definitely having an effect on HIM. He’d wet himself a little more, enough to leave a substantial wet patch on his clothes, but not enough to make him feel any better. If anything, all the leaking just made his bladder sting more. Light did remain silent for a bit, but it was not out of a desire to do what L had instructed. No, it was more out of fascination. Unlike the other day where L had merely PRETENDED to accidentally leave the microphone on, it would seem he’d actually done it for real tonight. Because, Light doubted that L would ever deliberately make those noises when Light could hear them… “Nnnh… Hfff… Hff…” L was struggling, fighting to breathe past the pressure in his abdomen. After listening to that for a few minutes, Light’s own discomfort started to mount again, forcing him to demand the restroom once more. * L realized he’d left the microphone on, and hoped his haggard breathing hadn’t been audible. “No,” he said. “But—“ “No.” “L! I—If you— If you untie me— I’ll—“ “Confess?” “N—Nothing to— Nothing to confess to!” Light moaned. “But I’ll— I’ll let you— I’ll let you go first if you untie me!” L didn’t respond immediately. He recognized the very obvious manipulation for what it was, but his BODY only recognized the chance for relief. His muscles all spasmed, loosening uncontrollably and forcing him to dig his hands more firmly against himself. It wasn’t enough, and a few errant spurts hissed warmly into his clothing. He knew he should DECLINE Light’s bribe, as to accept it would mean admitting defeat in some small sense. But, the offer of release was so… so… Struggling to think, he stammered “You’ll l—let me go WHERE first?” “Y—You KNOW where, L!” Light exclaimed. “St—stop this! I know you h—have to go as badly as I d—do!” L cringed, Light was correct. He felt like he was going to burst, and this plan had utterly failed. Even when he managed to catch Light in something, the fact that neither one of them could focus for longer than a minute made it all pointless. He needed to clear his mind, and then never try anything as stupid as this again. There was only one way TO clear his mind now, only one way that would allow him to resolve his current predicament while still keeping an eye on Light. “… I will untie you after I have taken care of my needs,” L stated. “W—Wait,” Light said, another wincing squeak cracking from his throat. “You need to untie me first, I need to be able to use my ha—“ “I am going to be in a vulnerable position while I relieve myself,” L said. “So, I will untie you after I have finished. I assure you, I WILL untie you, so don’t concern yourself with—“ “Just my hands, L, you can leave my feet tied down, but I need—“ “I’m not negotiating this any further,” L said. “Either accept this compromise, or I won’t untie you at all.” He didn’t wait for Light’s response, he already knew what he’d choose, and he was now beyond ready to head down to the cell. It wasn’t at all enjoyable to walk around with his bladder brimming. He was forced to continue gripping himself the entire way there, and his steps were slow and careful, each one planned out and deliberate. He was doing everything he could to avoid shaking the mass of liquid inside of him, but he was simply so full by that point that there wasn’t much he could do to ease the pressure. He reached Light’s cell, unlocked it and entered. Light was still on the bed, trembling away as violently as he’d been doing the last several hours. L was kind of impressed that he was still hanging on after all this time, his crotch was visibly sodden, but the fact that he hadn’t exploded completely was surprising. “L—“ Light stammered breathlessly. “H—How about you just untie my feet? S—So I can cross my—“ “No,” L said, shifting on his feet and struggling not to look at the toilet. “You will remain restrained until I choose to free you.” “But—“ “Light— This is… Quite an urgent matter now,” L said, coiling his legs together and pressing his hands down a little harder. He started to make his way towards the toilet. “My bladder is nearly at capacity, but I should be finished in around sixty seconds. Be patient.” L unzipped his pants and started to pull them down. “You sit to—“ L got onto the toilet, perched in that peculiar way he always sat… “A—Are you serio— Can’t you do that like a normal person?!” Light sputtered. “Your feet are bare!” “You are better able to empty your bladder all the way if you crouch,” L informed. This was why he preferred Eastern-style toilets, this position was far easier to achieve with those. The release of his stream prompted a reaction from both of them. L’s spine shivered and he gave a soft sigh, tension draining rapidly from his lower body. Light gave another agonized, anguished wince, punctuated by the quiet hiss of one more momentary loss of control. “Phew…” L exhaled. “L—“ Light whined.   “Light, I am trying to concentrate,” L said. He didn’t really NEED to do that, his bladder had pretty much just burst. He wouldn’t be able to stop for ANYTHING. He felt so much better, it was like he was in Heaven… Light was in Hell. His haphazard plan was backfiring tremendously on him. He’d thought he’d be able to hold it while L went, he really had… But, he’d also thought L would at least free his hands first— Give him SOMETHING he could use to help keep his flood in. But, no. He had to sit there, barely able to squirm, forcing his sphincters shut on will-power alone, as he was forced to watch L do what he was DYING to do… He was leaking at a constant rate while L peed. Not a lot, just a steady dribble that refused to stop. His eyes were beginning to burn and water from the strain. It took L more than sixty seconds to finish, a fact which actually startled him. That had been almost a minute and a half. He hadn’t known he could hold that much, and didn’t want to ever try doing it again. He pulled his pants back up. “I apologize, Light, that was longer than I’d expected. I’ll get you untied now.” He knelt down, but Light started shaking his head. “H—Hands first,” Light choked out. L sighed and didn’t budge, “You should be happy I’m untying you at all.” Light swore L was deliberately moving slowly, drawing out the process of freeing his feet. He kept demanding that the detective speed up, and L would only repeat that it would move a lot faster if Light held himself more still. Once Light could move his feet, he crossed his legs together as tight as they would go. It wasn’t as helpful as his hands would have been, but it did manage to plug off his leaking at least. L removed the bindings from Light’s hands and watched as they darted between his legs. But, Light just stayed on the bed, frantically clutching. “Well?” L prompted. “If you need to go, do it now.” “J—Just give me a—“ Light bit down against another ‘squeak’ as Ryuk had called them… “H—Hard to stand up—“ L gave another sigh and grabbed Light’s elbow, forcing him to his feet and prompting a hissing leak. “Ah—!” Light struggled a further few steps to the toilet and unzipped himself. His clothes felt so sodden, still warm from his latest loss of control. How dare L reduce him to this… He was dripping as he aimed, and gushing full-force before he’d even told himself to start peeing. Just like last time, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning, even with L right there to hear him do it. And, right there to SEE him, too… This was the first time Light had managed to get his stream started with L still staring at him. So far, he’d always needed L to look away for a second before he could begin peeing. This time, he must have been so desperate that it just hadn’t occurred to him. Fine. Just let L see how much he’d tortured Light today… Light had never let out so much at once before, even his desperate release from the other day hadn’t lasted for this long. It seemed like it was never going to end, and it was making all of the muscles in his lower body go loose and jelly-like. It was actually a bit of a struggle to remain standing. Light shivered as the last drops of liquid left him, he zipped his pants back up, now even more aware of how much he’d leaked into them. He really, really wanted to change, but he doubted L was going to let him. He’d have to wait for the wet spots to dry on their own, however long that ended up taking. “One hundred and twenty-two seconds,” L said. His plan today really had been stupid, if Light could hold THAT much and still not completely wet himself, then L himself would never be able to hold it long enough to force out a confession. The only way he’d be able to try this again would be to wear the… ‘protection’ and then actually manage to make himself use it. “What…?” Light asked. “One hundred and tw— What?” “That is how long you were urinating for,” L informed. Light stared back at him. Why was he keeping track of that?! Had he somehow deduced that Kira would have to have a large bladder? Was that the TRUE meaning of today’s torment? Kira was always watching for news of criminals, so L would assume that such a person wouldn’t have much time to take breaks, and would therefore be able to hold it for long intervals. So, it would make sense for Kira to have a large bladder, and Light had just demonstrated that HE had one… “I need to tie you up again now,” L said. “Considering what your body just went through, I suspect you will be experiencing severe discomfort again fairly soon.” Okay, so he was just… Thinking ahead about how this would affect Light… Wasn’t he? Any degree of ‘care’ from L seemed very unlikely, though. Perhaps, he was planning to force Light to hold it again when the time came. L set to work putting Light’s restraints back on. “I’m going to have to instruct you to notify me right away, there is a chance of you becoming ill with some form of infection if you restrain like that again. If that were to happen, I would end up being called down here every twenty minutes. I think we’d both prefer to avoid that.” That was the last thing L said before he left Light alone again. Well… Mostly alone. “I’ve never heard you make THAT noise before, either,” Ryuk said. ‘What noise…?’ Light thought. Ryuk gave a ridiculous imitation of Light’s moaning. At least, Light HOPED it was ridiculous, he HOPED he hadn’t actually sounded like that. “You kind of did it the other day,” Ryuk said. “But, you were a lot louder this time. I bet Misa was able to hear it from wherever they stuck her.” Light laid down on the bed. He knew he had a tendency to be kind of… dramatic, but his moaning hadn’t been THAT noisy, right? If Misa HAD heard it… Misa would have enjoyed it way, WAY too much… He shuddered a little.
Hello all, I'm finally writing fiction again! This story revolves around Alissa, a nurse who recently began working at a hospital. She would spend the day observing the staff in the ultrasound room, and feel something entirely new to her as the day went on! This story contains nudity and sexual scenarios. Slowly waking up, Alissa rubber her eyes before stretching her long slender arms towards the ceiling. She took a moment to admire her perfectly sculped red nails before looking over at the alarm clock. 5:15AM, 15 minutes before her alarm. This left her with 2 hours and 15 minutes before she needed to leave to go to work. She pushed the covers off of her, revealing her tall, slender body, which came in at 6' 2" of perfection. She turned off her alarm for the morning and grabbed the set of blue nurses scrubs she had set aside the night before. She was so excited for her first shift doing something more than just paperwork and online learning courses! Her long, straight, brown hair flew behind her as she ran to the bathroom, starting the water for her shower. Then it hit her... Her body would not let her forget that she did not use the restroom the night before, and it was currently creating a hell of an urge to pee! She closed her legs, her blue eyes squinting as she contracted her holding muscles and bent forward, pushing a hand hard against her crotch as she continued to play with the knobs on the shower. She needed the water to be the right temperature, but she needed to pee right away! She settled for close enough, rushing in and barely pulling the shower curtain closed as her flood gates burst open, unleashing a torrent of golden liquid down the area between her open legs and onto the shower floor! Something about the sound of her stream crashing into the tub always turned her on, and she grabbed her breasts and moaned as she continued to unleash the night's contents! Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. Once her stream ended and the relief faded into comfort, her cheeks stopped burning and her body snapped out of its hot, kinky horniness. Finally, she had the chance to set the temperature EXACTLY where she wanted it! She started with her hair, running her fingers through it and making sure there were no clumps before she applied her fancy shampoo. The fancy shampoo she had was excellent, it always did more than expected in just a single use. Long gone were the days of washing her hair twice! And the conditioner? Oh yeah, the peppermint scented conditioner always made her hair radiate with the most exquisite of scents! As for her face wash, she used a mint scented face scrub that did a wonderful job of complimenting the scent of her peppermint shampoo! Her body wash was an unscented scrub that always produced the best bubbles against every inch of her skin! She only needed a couple droplets on a wash cloth and she could do her arms, chest, stomach, and back (with the help of a long brush with the wash cloth wrapped around it). She preferred unscented body washes, as it meant she could choose which perfume to use that day without having to worry about whether or not it would go with her body wash. Alissa squeezed the extra water out of her hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel. She always started with her face, moving the towel in delicate swirls as to not make her skin red or itchy while it was still sensitive from the steam of the shower. Next, she took the towel to every inch of her body, delicately removing all the moisture from her entire exterior before blow drying her hair. As per her usual, she used the blow dryer on low heat for a moment to get her hair to a partially damp state, then she ran a wide bristled comb through it before putting her panties and bra on. Finally, she finished drying her hair and positioned it perfectly before applying dry shampoo to keep it pristine all day long! Before putting the rest of her clothes on, she applied a few sprays of her favorite dirty vanilla perfume! At long last, she pulled her nurses scrubs over her head and applied her hairspray, followed by sliding her scrub pants up her perfectly slender legs and setting the zipper and button. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and applied a very minimal amount of makeup before giving herself the mental thumbs up of a morning well spent. She walked downstairs, preparing herself dippy eggs, fried has browns, bacon, orange juice, and a small glass of chocolate milk. After downing her breakfast and washing her dishes and cookware, she made her morning deposit in the toilet and came back downstairs to watch TV for a bit. Pressing the large red button, her favorite show came on the big screen! "Oh, I love this episode!" She said, her eyes fixed on the tall muscular man wrestling a bear, and winning! She never knew why, perhaps it was just how all the stars were ripped to hell and back, but she'd been hooked on World's Biggest Musclehead since it started 5 years back. It didn't matter how many times the episodes repeated, they were well worth watching. At least, until her phone went off. It was her alarm, time to get moving for work. She got in her Honda Civic and turned the radio on before turning the key. One of her favorite talk shows was on. Today's topic was how to lose weight without giving up your favorite foods. She definitely didn't need to lose weight, but she always memorized what the techniques were, and would use bits and pieces of them to keep herself right at the perfect weight. This sort of love for her lifestyle is what fueled her passion to help others, and vice versa. When she was pleased like this, even the traffic didn't bother her. She arrived to work 25 minutes before her shift began and started conversations with her new coworkers. She was just so excited she could hardly contain herself! Topics ranged from health to boyfriends to what cars they drove to what they were doing after work, and before anyone knew it, they were out of time. Time to get to work. Alissa fluffed her hair and opened the door to her supervisor's office to report in for the day. The morning introductions only took a few minutes, and then she was off! She was part of team B, a 2 person team working in ultrasound room 2. Here, she would get to comfort pregnant women, talk about the wonders of life, giggle about how cute all the babies looked, etc etc... What she didn't expect was what would happen right away... The door burst open, revealing a young woman bouncing in place as she spoke in a rushed manner. "I'm sorry, but can you do this quickly? They kept me waiting SOOO LOOOONG and I have to pee SOOOOO BAAAAAD!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth before anyone really got a good look at this 22 year old beauty! She was quickly sat down and told that she would have to lie flat, and that for certain parts of the test, she would need to remain still. It became obvious that this information hit the young lady like a freight train, causing her excited face to briefly contort into one of worry... "Don't worry, these tests don't take long. We'll have you out of here and on your way to the bathroom in no time!" Said Alissa, putting the gel on the paddle and handing them over to Kristen, a more experienced coworker who would be the one actually performing the ultrasound. The young lady pressed her knees together and tried to hide the worry on her face... "I hope you're right..." She muttered, realizing the situation she was in. Her mother forced her to bring spare clothes, and she had protested the entire morning, but now, she might be glad that she listened to her mother... The pressure within her continued to grow. Apple juice, milk in her cereal, a tall glass of water before she left, the water they gave her in the waiting room, and the 90 minutes they kept her waiting... It all wanted out, and the only thing between her and relief was a test that supposedly would be quick, and a dash to the nearest toilet. To pass the time, conversations started about how the equipment worked, what the two nurses do outside of work, and what this young lady had planned for the rest of her day. Truth is, this was her plan for the day. She was so excited to see the growing baby within her, she hadn't even considered that there was a whole second half of the day... Maybe she'd go out with friends, maybe she'd cook one of her signature dishes, maybe she'd just play video games. Her worry started to fade as her mind started to explore the second half of the day, until Kristen placed the paddle on the young lady's belly. "AH! COLD!" Escaped the young lady's mouth as her eyes closed tightly and her entire body shuddered in place! Her bladder quivered within her, forcing her to grab herself as her knees slammed shut! She was sure she'd just leaked... She just hoped it wasn't enough to make a visible wet spot. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that both nurses were focused on the monitor. Phew... What a relief, they weren't giggling at her desperation or examining her wet spot... Then again, why would they? They have a job to do, after all, and they were doing it well. Well, Kristen was basically doing everything... Alissa closely watched Kristen's movements and would periodically look up at the screen, seeing the baby slightly move from time to time! The room fell silent, all parties involved were observing the miracle of a new life being made within this beautiful young lady! "And there we go, all done! You can use the toilet now, we'll have some pictures for you when you come back." Said Kristen, tossing the rags she'd just use to clean the gel from the young lady's stomach. "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Shouted the young lady, hunching over as she stood up before bolting out the door! Alissa looked at the floor and saw the remnants of the young lady's struggle to escape the room... While she hadn't left a whole trail, her dribbles meant that Alissa had to get out one of the spill pads and perform her cleaning dance. She knew how to make everything fun, and when it came to these spill pads, she just put one under each foot and began dancing, scooting across the floor with the pads under her feet. Before she knew it, she'd already reached the doorway. She picked up the pads, noted the small damp spots on them, and disposed of them. Meanwhile, a commotion could be heard down the hall... "I'M BEGGING YOU! LET ME GO FIRST! I'M GONNA POP!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth in a frantic rush, her entire body shaking in desperation as a housekeeper began to stop aside. While it was only a few seconds before she entered the bathroom, this young lady's bladder could've sworn it was years! She hopped in place, switched feet, slammed her knees together, nothing helped anymore... She had begun to lower her pants when her dam broke, spraying boiling hot piss into her pink panties! She frantically sat down, releasing the rest of her bladder's contents into the toilet as the wetness of her mini accident began to warm her legs. She wanted to cry so badly, but fought to keep her composure. She kept pulling out more paper towels, but it was no use... She couldn't hide a leak that large... She had no other choice. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother, asking her to bring her spare pants and panties to the restroom. Luckily, the housekeeper already figured out what was up, and stepped around the corner to give the two ladies some privacy. The young lady only cracked the restroom door, grabbing the pants and panties from her mother, as well as a large baggie for her soiled clothes. Once again pulling the door closed, the young lady pulled her wet pants and undies down and took them off completely, depositing them in her bag. She took paper towels to her legs before putting on her new panties and pants. Something nagged at her not to open the bathroom door, but she knew she couldn't stay in there forever. When she opened the door, her mother had already stepped aside. She simply handed the bag of dirty clothes to her mother and thanked her for making her bring the spare clothes. The young lady went back to the ultrasound room, her presence putting the brakes on the conversation that was going on between Kristen and Alissa. The young lady was given the papers she was owed, and the trio spent a few moments going over the images of the miracle growing within her. Finally, something to pull her out of her funk! She couldn't help but laugh as her spirits were lifted back up again by these two nurses. Truly they must be some of the best around. Another few patients came and went, presenting their own miracles of life growing within them, as well as one more show of desperation. Alissa knew it was just work, and she shouldn't take pleasure or displeasure in other's misfortune, but something was brewing within her awakening mind. All these shows of desperation, all the attractive women holding back full bladders, it was making her wish she was in that situation so she could experience that kind of desperation for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. Break time was in an hour, and she would not allow herself to use the restroom during her lunch. However, there was one more patient before lunch. Into the room came a nervous young lady... She was barely over 18 and it was obvious that she really didn't want to be here. Kristen and Alissa had read through the young lady's papers a bit earlier and already knew what she was in for. Her doctor needed the ultrasound images from her bladder, as the young lady had bounced off of a few doctors and tried different medications, but nothing was working. Her accidents continued, and her social life was in shambles. As much as she didn't want to be here, where she could potentially have an accident in front of nursing staff, she knew she would never make any progress if she didn't at least try. So here she was, with her baggie of skin safe wipes and spare clothes hanging from her left hand. "H... Hi. I'm Kelsey, thank you for seeing me today." The young lady gave off a lot of nervous movements, matching her records perfectly. It really was a shame for her to be riddled with these problems at such a young age, but at least she was on track to getting them taken care of. She truly was the best around when it came to finding a silver lining in impossible situations. Kristen and Alissa introduced themselves to the young lady and explained what an ultrasound consisted of, and the position she would need to be in. Therein lied the issue... Upon lying flat on her back, Kelsey's bursting full bladder stuck out like a watermelon! Alissa's mind started to wander... Perhaps this young lady wasn't just nervous about the test... She must be using those nervous movements to hide her desperation. Kristen flew through the material she was required to read before the test began, and Alissa began putting the gel on the pads. "This is gonna be really cold." Said Kristen, waiting just a moment before placing the paddle on Kelsey's stomach. The ultrasound began by tracing the perimeter of the young lady's bladder, which seemed to push her desperation up to 11! She shook in place, sweat ran down her face, her hands clenched into fists, and finally, she simply couldn't stop herself anymore! Her legs SLAMMED shut, pressing her knees and thighs together so hard the skin turned white! Unfortunately, this position just wouldn't do. Kristen knew this would be the last thing this young lady wanted to hear, but it had to be said. After all, the test wouldn't work as things were now. "Um, Kelsey, you have to keep you legs open. We can't get a good image with your legs closed like that." Kelsey's face contorted into nothing but worry as she tried to relax her legs and pull them apart from each other, but she was just too desperate. "I... I can't. If I take my legs apart, I'll wet my pants." "That's okay. Just try for me, okay? We can always help you clean up if it truly comes to that." Said Kristen, pulling the paddle away from the young lady's stomach as she expressed genuine compassion for the young lady. Alissa came over and reached out, asking the young lady to hold her hand. She would offer support and help the young lady through this. "O-okay..." Sighed Kelsey, pulling her shaking legs apart from each other. Her hands clenched into fists as her entire body shuddered in desperation! The screen showed the muscles around her bladder spasming and contracting, putting up a real fight against Kelsey's will to keep her flood within her! She kept fighting with everything she had, but it would inevitably end in defeat... PSSSHHHHH!! "NO!" Shouted the young lady, closing her eyes in desperation while whipping her free hand into her crotch as she fought to stem the flow, but nothing could help her now... Her boiling hot flood did exactly what she was afraid it would... It ran down her legs, soaking her black panties and pink pants. Despite the accident in progress, the ultrasound continued. What her bladder was doing right now was important information for her doctor. Alissa's cheeks started to burn, and she had to focus on her job in order to prevent herself from breathing heavy and moaning... The accident in progress was really turning her on, but she couldn't do anything about that right now... She had to stay professional. She looked up at the screen, seeing the cause of the accident in progress! She had never seen anything like it! The muscles around the young girl's bladder had all gone crazy! Given how hard they were all contracting, it was a miracle she lasted as long as she had. Finally empty, the test continued for a moment as the muscles around the young lady's bladder finally relaxed, leading to her breaking down in tears right there on the ultrasound table. Whatever emotions Alissa was high on immediately shattered as her instincts kicked in. She immediately comforted the young lady, helping her clean up before wrapping her in a large sheet and escorting her to the nearest restroom to change. With the young lady inside the restroom, Alissa took the moment to assure herself that she was going through with her plan. While she would prefer not to wet herself in front of everyone, she wanted to feel the embarrassment of genuine desperation in public. End of part 1. Part 2 coming in the next few days.
DISCLAIMER (That means you have to read this first!!) This story is labeled with the [messing] tag, but allow me to warn you a second time just in case, reader. This is a Poo Desperation story, so read at your own peril if you do not enjoy that kind of thing. I feel I should clarify it is not a Messing story, though, even though I use that tag as the closest most effective warning. Characters may, in fact, mess themselves if they do not make it in time to the toilet, but the primary focus is on characters holding it in and struggling while not being able to find a bathroom or other suitable place of relief. If you are familiar with what kind of pee stories I write, this is that, but with pooping. There’s a fair bit of pee desperation too, but really if you can’t handle poop desperation and pooping this is probably not the right story for you. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop (Before her exam) Tags: Poop Desperation, Pee Desperation, Pooping, Pee Relief ”mmhhhggghh!” Sandra Wilton Horn had to poop. Which you wouldn’t think was an issue, because she was currently sitting on a toilet. What was far less convenient was that fact that due to how backed up she was, Sandra’s body was just refusing to cooperate with her. She had been pushing for fifteen minutes now, and the despicable mass inside her still showed no sign of budging. “mhph!” A second push forces a dainty toot out of Sandra’s behind. She needed to do so much more, and this modest gas did not give her any relief. In fact, it only frustrated her. Sandra is about to go for a third push when she suddenly hears hurried knocking on the bathroom door. “Hey! Are you done yet, I really need to use the toilet!” The voice outside is feminine, and more than a little worried-sounding. “I might take a while, so you should probably go somewhere else!” The girl outside does not respond, but Sandra can still hear the gentle tapping of her feet against the hard floor. It was exactly this kind situation that had made Sandra decide to hold off on pooping until she could do it away from home. She was visiting her parents over thanksgiving, together with a bit of her extended family. Sandra, her mother, her father, sister and sister’s girlfriend had all been sharing the home toilet for a few days now, so there wasn’t ever a lengthy enough window of opportunity for Sandra to try and relieve her encumbered bowels at home before there was someone waiting outside the door. It’s not like she really wanted to poop at campus either, but she had really wanted to go into her exams later today without the stomachache. She had chosen this toilet in particular since she’d thought it was in a somewhat secluded location. Well, apparently not secluded enough. “All the other toilets I checked were occupied! Please!” There is a hint of panic in her voice. Sandra pushes one last time for good measure. Nothing, not even a squeaky fart. There was no way she would be able to focus now, anyway. No sense in keeping the desperate girl outside waiting. Sandra tears off a sheet of toilet paper and wipes both front and back exits. Her ass is clean as a whistle to begin with, so she’s not even sure why she bothers with the last one. “Please! I’m really going to-” The girl’s frantic voice is drowned out by the sound of Sandra flushing the toilet. Sandra thinks she can hear a subdued whimper from outside and decides to hurry on out. The girl immediately pushes Sandra to the side and barges inside the toilet. Sandra can hear the rustling of clothes and the tap-tap of the girl’s feet. Then, a heavy slam as she sits on the toilet, immediately followed by a torrent of liquid accentuated by heavy splashes. All completed by the girl’s euphoric moaning, Sandra isn’t even sure how it had been possible for her to get so desperate, given that toilets were generally quite available in the building and it was fairly early in the day. Maybe the girl had just missed an extremely-needed morning dump somehow? Sandra mostly envied the girl, though. She was doing the thing Sandra wanted most right now, and making it seem effortless. Sandra left the bathroom, and started checking her watch. She had fifteen minutes before she had promised to meet up with her friends to study, then in two hours she would take her exam. There wasn’t much of a point in trying to relieve herself before meeting with her friends, fifteen minutes just wouldn’t be enough time to get her bowels moving, even if she could find an uncontested bathroom. She heads off, while sending a text to her friends. “Going to the humanities building now. Meet up there?” Then adds “Or has anyone found a free room?” As she’s walking, her friend Malin replies “Might be a little late sry sry” Soon after, she gets a reply from Christie, her other study partner. “@ library, room L338. Meet up and wait for Molly there?” Sandra sends “Okay be there in a minute.”, and changes course for the library. On her way, she notes a pretty significant queue for one of the toilets. Three students are lined up, which is really rare for campus. Usually, there are more than enough toilets to go around. Sandra shrugs and keeps on walking, she didn’t have time to try and use the toilet anyway before meeting with Christie and Malin. She gets inside the small classroom, which she, Christie and Malin had reserved to study in last week. Christie is already there, sitting on a table and fiddling with her phone. She looks up when Sandra enters, and jumps off the table. “Hey.” “Hiya. Did you see Malin’s message? Seems like she’ll be a bit. Maybe we can get some studying in before she shows up?” “Yeah, we probably should. I tried to make sense of the chapter corresponding to our last seminar from Friday, I thought I understood it during the seminar but reading it over the weekend was a huge mess. You think we can look at that for a bit?” Sandra absentmindedly strokes her stomach. “Sure!” She smiles, though it’s a little forced as she feels a mild cramp just then. “We can start there and see how much we’re able to get done from there.” The two sit down, spending some time with the material for a while before another Malin message bzzts into their phones simultaneously. “Holy SHIT guys I’m so sry been looking forever for a toilet and I’m going to WET myself!” Sandra shoots Christie a worried look. “Do you think we can help her, Chris?” She returns with a shrug, but she looks concerned. “I did see some bad queues all over campus on my way here. Maybe we can check the bathrooms here in the library? If they’re free we can tell her at least.” The two head off and go down a floor to reach the library toilet. However, not only do they find a mammoth queue, they find Malin too. She is just two people into the queue, and engrossed in the most animated pee dance Sandra had ever seen. Malin was jumping around so much in that skirt Sandra worried she would flash someone her panties soon, or that she might have already. “Malin-” Sandra extends a hand in an effort to get her attention, though she can’t help but glance down the long line of women and into the occupied restroom. “Oh my god you guys I’m so sorry! I’ve looked everywhere for a free toilet but these queues are everywhere! I need to pee so badly that I’m going to explode if I don’t get to do it soon!” Malin is speaking rapidly, pee dance still in motion. “Um-” Sandra looks down the queue again. It was not a peaceful procession. Many girls showed open signs of desperation, a few cupping their hands over their backsides making it very clear what some of them wanted to do. Malin would probably not have much luck cutting ahead. “Okay. Shit geez guys.” Malin stomps her feet. “I’m actually not going to make it. Like, for real.” She glances around, then leans in to whisper something to Christie. Sandra can make out something like “…no-one else in there right…”. Christie immediately starts leading Malin away, back towards the stairs and the booked room. “No time to explain, come along now.” Sandra doesn’t have much choice but to follow. Malin is absolutely frantic on the way, twisting and grabbing herself. As they three are walking up the stairs, Sandra gets an accidental glimpse of Malin’s underwear. There might have been a wet spot, but she looked away instinctively and didn’t see much so maybe not. Either way, it was clear Malin was in dire straits. Christie opens the door for Malin, and she rushes in. “Get in and close the door, hurry!” She shouts from the other end of the door as she fiddles with one of the windows overlooking the courtyard to get it open. Sandra hurries in, closing the door behind herself just in time for Malin to violently pull down her panties and straddle the window frame, ass hanging free outside. There is a near immediate sound of a thick stream of liquid pouring out of her and hitting the dry shrubbery and dirt a floor below. “Hahhh man…” Malin’s face melts into a euphoric expression to match her noisy relief. Sandra’s ears are burning. “Hey, what if someone sees you. You’re on full display out there!” “Sorry… No way I can stop right now.” Malin takes a deep and happy breath as liquid continues to leave her. “Hoohhh sheesh, I’m really sorry you had to see this but I would be peeing on the floor right now if it wasn’t for this…” Sandra suddenly realized Christie has turned around to face away from Malin, and does the same. It’s not like she could see much from where she was standing, but still. Giving her a small measure of privacy seemed right. Hopefully nobody outside noticed what was going on. Sandra and Christie stand around awkwardly for a minute or so while Malin finishes her big pee. It does eventually taper off, and there doesn’t seem to been any kind of commotion outside so there’s hope Malin wasn’t noticed. Hopefully her behind wasn’t going to show up on the internet later. “Any of you guys have paper?” Sandra doesn’t, and isn’t sure if she should be turning around yet. She wasn’t close enough to Malin that this kind of thing came naturally. “I gotcha.” Christie walks over to help her out. Sandra waits a little longer before she has enough courage mustered to turn around. Malin is pulling up her panties just then, but luckily her skirt is covering her up. She gives a peppy look as Christie glances out the window. “We should move somewhere else. I don’t see anyone out there, but in case someone did see Malin just now I don’t think we should stick around and wait for trouble.” “Yeah, that was probably illegal what I just did. Let’s find an empty table and get studying!” Sandra can’t help but be amazed but Malin’s apparent nonchalance. She throws one last glance at the window as the trio leave the room, and can’t help but imagine what it would be like to do what Malin just did. Well, in her case she would be dumping a much heavier payload. She blushes. Even if it was truly about to come out, she probably couldn’t muster the courage to do something like that. The three find a table and get studying, making some good progress. Sandra is hopeful she’ll be able to remember some of this when the exam comes. Spending time with friends like this was a good way to distract from the nagging pressure and bloated feeling from inside, as well. She actually stops thinking about it entirely, until it returns with a vengeance. Sandra pauses in her workflow, and rubs her stomach. It was really acting up- “Guh.” Suddenly, a bad cramp. And something else, too. A sense of downwards momentum, starting somewhere deep within her and bubbling downwards in the direction of the only exit – her anus. She still has a fair bit of time before the exam starts. This might be her chance to finally be rid of her awful constipation. “Guys, sorry.” Sandra rises from the table. I’m gonna have to call it quits right here, I’m actually quite desperate for the toilet myself so I really need to make sure I go use the restroom before the exam starts.” Christie gives her a reassuring nod. “Eh, it’s no biggie. Do what you have to do. We’ll stay here a bit so if you have time after you can just come back here.” Malin chimes in. “There are so many queues everywhere, so it’s probably a good idea to make sure you have enough time. I couldn’t find a free toilet aaanywhere, and I really tried.” Sandra gives her friends a thankful smile, and hurries off. Time passes as Sandra searches for a free bathroom, or at least one with one that isn’t so long. She quickly checks the library toilet, but it’s as crowded as ever. Going outside the library into the neighboring building is the same, seven girls are lined up for a single-stall bathroom. She hurries outside into the slightly crisp winter air to check some of the other buildings. It couldn’t be this bad everywhere… There were, in fact, queues everywhere. Sandra’s bowels were finally showing some kind of life after their long dormancy, and now there was nowhere to empty them out. The queues were mean-looking too, with several impatient-looking and even openly desperate girls for each of them. No wonder Malin hadn’t been able to find anything. After her fifth scouted toilet yields nothing, Sandra decides to just bite the bullet and queue up. The pressure downstairs was starting to get intense. She needed to get to a bathroom as fast as possible now, and not just because she might miss her window of opportunity otherwise. She gets in line, waiting a few minutes behind another girl. “Ugh.” Another cramp. More downwards movement. Sandra could actually feel something pushing towards her exit now. It felt heavy. She checks the time. The queue was moving at an absolutely glacial pace. She is now strongly considering asking the girl ahead if she could cut the line at this point. She didn’t seem too openly desperate, but there were girls further down the line who were more obvious about their needs. It felt kinda bad, Sandra might take a long time inside herself. How many would actually allow her to pass? Besides, it was embarrassing… “Um, do you think I could cut ahead of you?” A girl behind Sandra taps her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed it, but people were lining up behind her even now. “I need to use the bathroom. I’m desperate.” The girl nervously steps in place. She’s tall, with long black hair, Sandra finds her appearance a little striking in the moment. Giving up her spot seemed like a bad idea, as another ominous rumble passed through her stomach. “I, I don’t-” BFRRT! The girl behind suddenly has her ears turn pink, and her entire body tenses up at the unexpected fart. “Oh, I… E-excuse me!” Sandra catches a whiff as the fart dissipates and coughs. It had an earthy, mostly unpleasant scent that really seemed to call attention to their shared need. “Go on ahead, take my place.” Sandra lets the embarrassed but thankful girl take her spot. It wasn’t because she felt particularly altruistic or selfless in that moment, but rather she was starting to realize this queue just wouldn’t cut it for her. It was barely moving, unlike the monster hiding inside her. She needed a place of relief, fast. Staying in this queue might very well cause her to miss her exam, or straight up shit herself if things kept moving downwards like they were. She catches another whiff of bad air, and her stomach grumbles once more. She needed to take more drastic measures. Leaving the queue, she quickly pockets some paper towels from the nearby student cafeteria, then rushes off. She walks outside for a bit, and keeps going until she’s at the outskirts of the campus area. There’s a forest on a hill here, overlooking a small sports field. Sandra steels herself, then hurries into the forest. Her urge was rapidly getting worse and worse, to the point that she was keeping her buttocks covered with one hand while she looks for a well-hidden place off the beaten path. It’s getting so much worse. Sandra was panicking now, it actually felt like it was about to come out. She quickly dashes behind some trees and dry bushes, with barely enough time to check her surroundings before lowering her pants and panties in a single motion. With all of herself on full display, she quickly lowers herself into a squat while desperately hoping she’s as well-covered as she thinks she is. A big fart escapes her before she’s even fully squatted down. She bites her lip in anticipation, much more would be coming along very soon. That’s what she thought, at least. But after that initial fart, there is nothing, no movement, not even any more gas. Seriously? She tries to get comfortable in her squat and then goes for a hefty push. Still nothing. What kind of a sick joke was this? Was all that urgency from before just a stupid fart? Or had she just… missed her window? Sandra tries to push a second time, really straining. Her asshole was yawning open, which wasn’t exactly pleasant in the cold. She grunts angrily. She hadn’t come out in mother nature to be disappointed like this. The mountain of waste inside her needed to hurry on out, seriously. Before she even had the opportunity to go for a third push, though- Sandra could hear the crunch of dry leaves and twigs. Someone was heading towards her in a hurry. She doesn’t even have the time to pull up her pants before a woman runs up to join her behind the trees. “Ah!! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn’t realize you were there! I’m so sorry!” The woman, who seemed like a jogger, quickly turned around to face the other way. From her low squat, Sandra is given quite the suggestive view of the woman’s rather round and bouncy ass, since she was wearing such tight elastic pants. Sandra yanks her panties and pants back on and stands up. “It’s all right. I’m already finished, anyway.” The woman is still facing the other way. “Okay! Again, I am so sorry-” The jogger woman’s apology is cut short, as she all of a sudden lets out a tremendous fart. The jogger woman’s track pants are tight enough that Sandra thinks she could see her asscheeks tremble. “I’m so sorry!! I’m desperate! Please, can you stand watch for me?” “I guess-” “Oh thank you thank you so much!” The jogger woman is already getting behind the bush and starting to undress. Sandra doesn’t even have time to step out of the bush before the woman is taking off her panties and starting to squat, which results in her getting another view the woman’s ass, tensed up and completely nude. Sandra quickly sidesteps to stand in front of the bush, facing away from the woman before she sees something else she’s not supposed to. Not a moment thereafter, several airy farts, accentuated by a moan of relief, and then completed by the crackling sound of a solid log sliding out of the woman’s bowels could be heard from behind the bush. After the first heavy thud, there is the trickling sound of a weak pee coupled with several more farts. “Ooooh…! I was cutting it close like you can’t believe!” Another heavy thud. “I was seriously just about to fill my pants, running must’ve activated my stomach. Oh!” Another thud. Sandra hears a trickling stream into the grass as the woman starts to pee in earnest, followed by another, softer, thud. The woman breathes out a long and happy sigh. Sandra’s stomach was as heavy as ever, and hearing this loud relief behind her made her full of envy. It seemed so easy, but when she tried herself nothing would come out. There is a final sigh of relief behind her as the jogger lady finishes her business. Then there’s a pause before she asks, bashfully “u-um, you wouldn’t happen to have some paper, would you?” Sandra brings out the paper towel she’d brought. That one had been intended for her own outdoor dump. She looks at it for a brief moment. There was no way she would have enough time to go get more paper towels, then come back and relieve herself before the exam started. Her stomach was heavy as always, but also completely still. Even if she squatted down right here again after the woman left, chances that she would be able to push anything out in time seemed dim. She hands the paper over. “Here.” “Oh, thank you so much.” There is a rustle as the woman wipes herself. “I was really at my limit, I… I’m sorry you had to see that. If I hadn’t rushed into the bushes then and there I would’ve…” “It’s alright.” Sandra would’ve traded her current state for that kind of urgency if she could. Well, she didn’t have paper anymore… Maybe she could’ve used leaves or something though. That sounded pretty terrible, but even that would still be an improvement to what she was experiencing today. Desperate to poop, but unable to push anything out with the time she had. The jogger gets up and walks off. As soon as she’s out of the bushes, Sandra can hear her get back into her run. Presumably the woman is happy to leave this encounter behind. Sandra glances back to the left-behind pile of dung, partially covered by the paper. She feels she shouldn’t be looking at it at all, but for a few seconds she finds herself transfixed. It’s an impressively sizeable pile, several thick and long logs worth of poop. It was, well, it was exactly what was inside Sandra’s bowels right now and causing her such problems. This kind of pile is exactly what she would have left behind, right there, if her little excursion had gone according to plan. She shakes her head, blushes and immediately looks away. This wasn’t right at all, she should just leave. The weight in her stomach really made her second-guess herself though, it always seemed like it would be easy or at least not impossible to empty herself until she actually tried, but… She really didn’t want to go into the test hall with these uncomfortable overstuffed bowels of hers. There was an unexpected twinge in her bladder too, maybe Malin’s emergency and hearing the woman pee just now had done work in that department. She hadn’t peed since she woke up, actually. But now she had no paper… She sighs and starts walking away. Maybe she could find a toilet to relieve her bladder before the exam, and if she got really lucky maybe something else would get knocked loose along the way. Either way, she needed to head back to the school building now if she wanted to have any time for that and not be late. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop – First Chapter End
Sandra Wilton Horn Never Has a Chance to Poop (During her Exam) Sandra’s stomach made it oh so difficult to focus on the exam. She had to fart again now, it almost felt like a mockery given how much time she had spent on the toilet this morning with no emissions whatsoever. There was that foreboding sense of sluggish movement behind the fart as well, which was absolutely terrifying now that she was stuck inside the exam hall for the foreseeable future. She rubs her legs against each other. It was a little cold, but more than that she now also needed to pee quite badly. It wasn’t an emergency yet, she would surely make it through the exam but… Well, she still hadn’t peed all day. The whole thing just felt so stupid, she had been sitting on a toilet earlier this morning and she had even popped a squat in the forest. If it weren’t for her dreadful constipated bowels, she would surely have taken some opportunity to relief her bladder before the exam. But now she hadn’t, and she would suffer for it. Sandra was slowly working her way through her exam. Luckily, her studying had paid off and most of what showed up as questions was familiar to her. The extra check-through she’d done with Christie came in handy too. The main issue was just how many questions there were on the test. They were pretty mean essay questions too, demanding full pages of answers. Sandra had been sitting down for about forty minutes now and she was only a quarter of the way through her exam. She had to pee pretty bad and she needed to fart even worse, so she was feeling pretty miserable squirming in her seat. After making it through the fourth question, the tip of Sandra’s pencil snaps. A few clicks and presses later, and she realizes it’s out of lead. Just her luck. She gets up, walking down the exam hall towards the exam supervisor. As she does, she realizes she is not alone in her predicament. Dotted throughout the exam hall are several girls with pained expressions, rubbing their legs together and shifting in their seats. There’s at least a handful or so who are visibly desperate that Sandra can see on her walk, all focused on getting through the exam to presumably go relieve themselves after. Given the massive toilet queues all morning it make sense a few individuals other than Sandra would have needed to go into the exam without using the toilet, though… This morning had really been nuts. Sandra was vaguely aware of the fact that there had been some big parties and events around campus yesterday and the day before. Maybe this was the aftermath? There’s a little queue when Sandra reaches the desk. Two test-takers ahead of her. First in line, a tall blonde girl with a ponytail. It was swaying back and forth violently from her stepping in place as she was making her case to the supervisor. “I’m serious! I have to piss like fifteen racehorses under a waterfall! There was never an opportunity to go before the exam.” “I’m sorry, I really am. With the in the exam hall out of commission, there’s nothing I can do. If you truly can’t take it, you can hand in your exam now if you prefer.” The bathroom in the exam hall had been Sandra’s hope after this crazy morning. She hadn’t dared to hope she would have been able to poop there – it would have eaten too much of her exam time and she would likely have gotten disrupted by another student midway – but she could at least have used it to pee. To her dismay, she had quickly discovered that option was closed off to her. At this rate, she was genuinely starting to worry about her bladder. At least her stomach hadn’t been acting up too badly since her attempted outdoor poop, she did need to fart but she was pretty sure that was the only thing ready to come out of her backdoor. “But then- I’m not even close to done! God bitching damn it. Is this even allowed?” The supervisor shrugs. “That’s a matter for the student union. I only know I’m not allowed to let you back inside if you leave.” “God…! Urrfg! I’ll get through this!” She hurries away from the desk, walking briskly if stiffly. The second girl ahead of Sandra was shorter, with long auburn hair that fell over her shoulders. She had an unassuming quiet quality about her, though Sandra could tell she was tense. “W-well, I was actually going to ask the same thing, so…” The girl seems unsure of what to say. “It’s really urgent. Um…” The girl lowers her voice. “I have to go n-number t-two. Are you sure there’s nothing you can…?” “There really isn’t anything. Sorry. If you can’t hold it, hand in your exam and you can leave. Maybe they’ll book a re-sit or something soon due to the circumstances, but that’s not something I have any power over. I can’t promise you anything.” “O-oh… I see, thank you.” The girl turns and leaves. Sandra walks up to the desk. The exam super was a stern-looking woman, possibly a bit annoyed and uncomfortable to be the sole supervisor in charge of so many students. “I just need a lead. Zero point seven. Do you have any?” That wasn’t really true, Sandra “needed” at least two more things, but based on the previous two girls it didn’t seem like she would make any headway there. “Oh, sure I-” The supervisor reaches for a cabinet but is briefly stopped in her tracks. She grunts as though she stubbed her toe or something, and then Sandra hears what sounds like an airy fart, muted by the supervisor’s chair. That might explain why she seemed so on edge. Maybe it was just that chair moving, though. The supervisor recovers, and takes out a box of leads. “Will this do?” “Yes, thank you.” Sandra turns to walk back to her desk. Her seat is in the very back of the exam hall, so her wants to hurry up and get back so she can finish this ASAP. However, she gets caught behind the short girl from earlier who is walking much slower. Sandra could backtrack and go around the room to get to her desk, but doing that would be weird and probably not save much time anyway. Since Sandra couldn’t stare around the room much or else risk giving the appearance of trying to cheat, she didn’t have anywhere to look other than the girl’s back. The girl had one of the most impressive butts Sandra had ever seen. There was no other way to say it. She hadn’t really made note of it before due to the height difference as well as the fact that the girl was wearing a skirt, but the way she walked made it sway back and forth and well… With no other way to look Sandra couldn’t help but notice, that was all. Another reason Sandra couldn’t help paying some mind to a random girl’s ass was, well… Sandra already knew she needed to poop, badly. There was a sense of shared urgency here, Sandra definitely hoped the girl would make it through the exam since an accident would be supremely embarrassing and difficult to hide. Sandra was also a little worried the girl might fart on her before they could return to their desks. Obviously, she didn’t want to be farted on most days, but before in the toilet queue she had realized… well it was embarrassing, but she had realized that hearing and smelling another girl’s farts seemed to raise her own urgency as well. Maybe it was like hearing trickling water when you were desperate to pee – actually she shouldn’t be thinking about that either, full bladder, right. The end result of all this was, walking behind this girl was like standing in front of a loaded cannon. Sandra could imagine the clenched cheeks and strained hole hidden under that skirt and was ready to cover her nose if needed at a moment’s notice. The imagined imagery was not helping Sandra out much either, the fart that had been looming inside of her threatened to escape just as well if she wasn’t careful. “Mm…” She kills a groan as her bladder also pulses menacingly. Why were there no functional and free toilets anywhere? It wasn’t right that she should have to hold this much waste during an exam. She needed to pee, and poop! There is a clacking sound of something dropping to the floor, and Sandra almost bumps into the girl ahead of her as she stops in her tracks. It seems she dropped something, maybe her pen? The girl bends down to get it, while softly whining at the added physical exertion. Sandra takes a step back as she realizes the true danger of the situation. The girl’s ass was now pointing directly at her from an angle. The girl’s skirt hugged her contours in this pose, giving Sandra a clearer, if unwanted, view of her impressive asset. The girl’s leg trembled, and there was an ominous low grumble from her stomach. Sandra’s imagination ran unchecked with unwanted thoughts, images of the girl’s cheeks parted from the pose, and her exposed and straining exit hole. Sandra thought she could feel an additional pocket of air being pushed past thick walls of dung waste inside her own intestine, and she needed to fart oh so badly now. If the girl in front of her expelled any gas now, Sandra was sure she would do the same. The girl was shaking, trying to reach for her dropped object without letting anything loose. She gasps, and Sandra is sure the end is nigh. There are no backdoor emissions. The girl stands up, readjusts her skirt, and moves on over towards her seat. Safe, for the moment. Sandra swallows nervously, remaining behind for a few seconds. She worried that breathing a sigh of relief or anything like that might be the start of a devastating chain reaction. With her stuffy bladder and pent-up gas, she practically felt like a balloon pumped full of air, ready to pop if she lowered her guard. Her stomach was bloated and hard and probably bulged out quite severely under her clothes, though it was impossible to say which portion of that was caused by gas, piss or poop. Though suffice it to say, Sandra had a surplus of all three at the moment. She makes her way back to her seat, fresh lead loaded into her pencil. Only now does she notice that the short and bottom-heavy girl from before was sitting right in front of her, just a seat ahead. She definitely looks both tense and distressed as Sandra walks past her, though intently focused on her exam. Given the fact that she had openly and unambiguously revealed her need to the supervisor, Sandra was sure she had it bad. The girl probably wanted to finish the exam as soon as possible and get out of here – Sandra hoped she succeed. She hoped both of them would succeed, actually. Sandra plopped down on her own chair, crossing one leg over the other. The gas pressure knocking on her encumbered anus had been rising for a while now, and it was definitely the worst of what she was dealing with at the moment despite her bladder also being too full. Relaxing now would definitely lead to a big fart. Sandra almost wanted to just let it happen just to get some kind of relief, but she worried that letting go that way might cause other kinds of leakage. She might lose control of her bladder temporarily if she let herself fart. Or worse, a fart might speed up the timetable of the ticking bomb that was her bowels. Sandra’s stomach was already making some ominous noises now and again. She gives it a few soothing strokes while keeping her legs crossed and cheeks clenched into the hard seat. God, it felt like a diamond blimp for how hard and pressurized it was right now… Sandra has no choice but to keep grinding at her exam question by question while attempting to keep her body’s manifold needs at bay. She needed her mind focused and at least one hand available for writing, so the rest of her body was practically on autopilot doing its best to prevent any emissions or leakage. Her legs would constantly shift position under her seat, her asscheeks were at this point cramping from never relaxing on the hard seat. She was sweating pretty bad too – all around she was just an uncomfortable and obviously severely bathroom-needy mess. She had found a good workflow at least, but progress was still agonizingly slow. She was perhaps forty percent done with the exam, though under ideal circumstances she would have wanted to spend some extra time at the end to review her answers. That definitely wasn’t happening this time, and in fact Sandra doubted she would be able to answer every question before she had to leave the exam hall. Her bladder was only getting fuller, and the double-team pressure attack against her ass and pussy were making it harder and harder to focus, never mind the rapidly approaching risk of spillover. Sandra’s concentration is broken, not by her own body, but by the girl a seat ahead who suddenly lets rip a brassy fart powerful enough to cause her skirt to shift slightly. The girl groans pitifully while massaging her stomach. Suddenly, the girl let out a high-pitched shriek, alarming but still quiet enough that Sandra might’ve been the only one who heard it. The girl quickly grabs the paper bag she had been carrying fruit and snacks in and puts it under her bench. Then, she flips her skirt up and lowers her panties to her knees. Sandra is now getting a full view of the girl’s uncovered and exceptional ass, through the gap between the seat and back of her chair. Even more eye-catching was the fact that the her tensed and now fully exposed buttcheeks are unmistakably forced apart by the girthy head of a waste-snake. She groans again, full of despair. The girl was turtleheading as badly as Sandra could imagine. Sandra could barely believe what she was seeing. She glances to both sides of the room, quickly. Because Sandra is in the very back, it seems she is the only one who realizes what is happening. She felt she should look away, but because of the shock she found herself transfixed. The girl scoots forwards while struggling to stop herself from pooping right onto the chair then and there. She brings the paper bag right under her rump and then- The unique sound of a heavy object dropping into a rough paper bag. It was a familiar sound, you might hear it whenever you putting your wares into a bag after paying for your daily groceries. Sandra had never heard it in this particular context, however. Another dropping sound, this one somewhat muted compared to the first. The girl in front of Sandra stifles a pathetic moan, it sounds like the girl might be crying now. Whether it’s from sheer relief, or utter humiliation, Sandra doesn’t know. Her heart rate quickens as she looks around again. Will anyone notice? Nobody seems to be coming. The pressure from her own stomach, bladder and behind all take the opportunity to remind her of her own troubles. Watching the girl relieve herself so openly certainly wasn’t doing her any favors, and Sandra feels that she has to fart again. She’s worried about making a loud noise, since that might attract attention towards the pooping girl in front of her. However, when she sees a third log briefly pass in the space between the girl’s behind and the paper bag below, holding it in becomes too unbearable. Sandra shifts her butt to the side tried to let it out quietly. It comes out with a thunderous sound, at least in Sandra’s mind. It is a rough, serrated-sounding kind of fart. As part of releasing it, Sandra feels a few drops of pee attempt to escape her overburdened bladder as well. She holds fast, limiting the damage as best she can while still in the process of her loud discharge. The girl in front of Sandra immediately tenses up at the violent sound, dropping the paper bag to the floor. Luckily she did not spill its contents. The girl then immediately yanks her panties up again before skootching back into her chair. She bends down to fold over the top of the bag, closing it. As she does, she lets out another fart and a moan. Sandra hopes she was able to mostly finish… and that her butt didn’t get too dirty. It would still be a while before the test ends so hopefully the girl would be able to hold on until the end now that she had gotten some relief. Sandra, too, was relieved to have finally let something out. There was no longer any gas pressed right against her ass, though her bowels felt just as heavy as ever and there was sure to be more on the way. Her need to pee was reaching perilous heights, however, either due to the false start in her underwear just now or because it really was just getting that full. She was ready to let out a gusher, and as she desperately kept rushing through the exam as best she could she was seriously starting to consider emergency relief of some kind so she could keep going. She had brought a water bottle with her, but it was rather small at 250 ml. Sandra wasn’t sure how much wastewater was inside her at the moment, but it was definitely much more than that. She reaches for the bottle, gets it a little closer. Could she do it? The girl in front of her had, seemingly, just gotten away with taking a fat dump in the middle of the exam hall. And Sandra was in the very back of the room with her back to the wall. Maybe if she just got partial relief she could make it through the entire exam? She puts her pencil down. She was a little over halfway done with her exam. If she handed it in now, could feasibly get a passing grade though the odds would be stacked against her. Slowly, she scoots forward and lowers her pants to expose her underwear. Sandra’s cheeks are burning as she spreads her legs and slides her panties aside to fully reveal her pussy and trembling pee-hole. She places the lip of the flask against it, parting hers in the process. Now she just needed to release, which was easier said than done. This kind of risky scenario was not doing her nerves any favors, and Sandra worried that her pee stream would make a lot of noise and bust her immediately. Now that she was getting ready to release, she was acutely aware of the fact that her stream was either going to be full blast or nothing, with no in-between. The immense pressure right between her bladder and pee-hole told her as much. Furthermore, she needed to be ready to cut off her stream partway as the receiving container was surely too small for her. And to top it all off, she needed to fart again. She was trying to relax one end while keeping the other shut and it was proving challenging. Her efforts are cut short by an unexpected release of gas, but it’s not her own. The girl ahead of her lets out two hard farts in rapid succession and moans in distress. Clearly her stomach had not been fully emptied, at least not of gas. Someone further down the room coughs, but that’s the end of it. Sandra’s ears go red alongside her entire face, and she scrambles to get herself decent again. Bursting bladder or not, she just couldn’t do it. It was too mortifying, too risky, and her body was not cooperating with her. She would just have to push on with the exam as far as she could manage in her current state. Sandra tries and works hard for the next couple dozen minutes, and she keeps making headway to the best of her abilities. The issue was, more and more of her mental energy was being rerouted away from the test and towards managing her bathroom needs. She was hitting a wall, soon she would reach the point where she wouldn’t be able to keep writing even if she didn’t immediately also explode in her chair. Though that too was a very real risk at this rate. She steeled herself, if she could push through one more question she would have pretty good odds at a passing grade. Assuming she’d done as well as she’d hoped so far. Maybe. Probably. She was genuinely going to piss her panties if she kept going after that, so that had to be the end of it. That’s when she hears it. From somewhere in the exam hall, the unmistakable sound of running water. Sandra double-crosses her legs as she winces at the sudden auditory stimuli. While the source was not something Sandra could pinpoint the sound came to her clearly. Sandra could guess what might be causing it based on everything that had been happening today, though she really didn’t want to think about it. Her own bladder was revolting, liquid banging against its distended walls in all directions. She felt an indescribable sensation around her navel, and shudders and shivers were wracking her entire body. Focusing on her exam while this sound played was not an option, and half a minute later she realized she needed to get out, now. It was that or wet herself. She grabs all of her things, and hurries on over to the exam supervisor to hand in her papers. She scurries with a hand between her legs, stepping in place as she half-runs to the desk. Embarrassing for sure, but highly necessary. The liquid stream keeps going all throughout, tormenting her as she ways for the supervisor to absentmindedly flip through the pages of her increasingly illegible scrawl. Sandra practically throws her ID at the lady when it’s requested, then whimpers as she needs to bend over slightly to pick it up again. She needed out, out, out. On her way out, Sandra finally spots the source of the sound. A few rows down the exit, the tall girl from before is noisily filling a 2L water bottle, her yellow waterfall mixing with the drinking water inside. She is in no way indiscreet. All around her are girls doing their best to avert their gaze while she does her business, and even from here Sandra can see she is red-faced, crying, breathing heavily with her whole body. The angle Sandra gets as she exits is as perfect as it is unfortunate, hiding absolutely nothing. Sandra can see the stream as it exits and shoots into the bottle, she can see the girl’s trimmed nethers parted as they are to accommodate the constant flow of water. She can even see the girl’s underwear, stretched out between her parted thighs and marked with a substantial wet spot. Sandra is frozen in place for a moment, staring, before hurrying out the door as quickly as she can manage and closing it behind her. Sandra felt heavy. There was no other way to put it. Her stomach was bloated as a result of her full bowels, and her bladder was bulging out and hard on top of that. She felt like some kind of overpressure storage container, creaking and straining under a load she was never meant to carry. All the campus toilets Sandra walked past on her way out were just as crowded as before, and now there were tons of students outside as well as part of some kind of sports event. Sandra needed to pee, her bladder felt like it was going to explode and while she wasn’t leaking, she felt that she might have a full-on accident soon anyway. Her filled-to-capacity bowels needed relief too, once again she felt something descending and pressure was mounting, though at this point it was impossible to know if it was another false alarm. But it was becoming increasingly clear that there weren’t any places of relief on campus whatsoever. And Sandra Wilton Horn was bursting for a toilet. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop - Second Chapter End
Sandra Wilton Horn Never Has a Chance to Poop (At Home) Sandra was pedaling for dear life. Her parents’ home was just fifteen minutes away from campus while on bike, though those minutes really needed to go faster. She had made up her mind as soon as she exited the exam hall to see the same queues as always. Sandra needed to use the toilet, and she was going to do it at home. A lot of relatives were staying at her parent’s place right now which had made that tricky in the past, but as far as she knew everyone would be away right now since it was still relatively early in the game. There had been talk of some family activity Sandra hadn’t been able to attend due to the exam. Sandra might have the toilet all to herself, finally with enough time to be able to take care of everything. But, she needed to make it home first. She was grinding against the seat of her bike for all she was worth in an effort to somehow keep herself plugged up. The cold was not helping either, chill air was rushing against her body as she biked for dear life. It was torture, plain and simple. Sandra needed a place to release her pee, it had to come out so badly, her stomach hurt and she wasn’t sure if that was her tearing-at-the-seams bladder or clogged-to-hell-and-back bowels. There was something pushing against her anus, maybe a fart again, but Sandra was afraid to try to let it out as that may very well cause her to start peeing into her seat then and there. After a hellish bike trip, Sandra finally arrives at her parent’s flat. She rushes up the stairs, holding on for dear life, before getting to the third floor. The door was locked, theoretically a good sign nobody home meant the toilet was free, but now it was just another obstacle. After frantically fumbling with her keys she finally manages to throw the door to the apartment open, not even bothering to retrieve them afterwards or even close the door. She rushes through the hallway, then the kitchen, hands jammed between her legs to prevent her bladder from having its way for the remaining seconds of her frenetic final stretch. Sandra is pulling her pants down before she has even entered the bathroom, and practically throws herself backwards onto the toilet as soon as she’s inside. The first thing to release is not her bladder, but two consecutive farts which blast right out of her. They reverberate inside the toilet bowl while firing recoil into Sandra’s body, giving her both a sensation of relief from the passed gas, as well as equally painful protestations from her neglected and now agitated bladder. Immediately thereafter, however, it is the front cannon that starts blasting out her long-held waters. Sandra moans with deep pleasure as she is finally able to relax and relieve herself, releasing more errant farts without interrupting her strong pee stream. Oh it felt heavenly. Sandra just sat there basking in the glory of it all, letting her body do all that it needed to do in the right place for it. It just came out and out and out with no end in sight, and was only interrupted once by a particularly violent fart, causing Sandra to wince and moan before resuming her such-needed piss. Once her pee is over, Sandra tries to push. Nothing comes out, not even gas. However, there is some kind of movement happening deep within her, Sandra is sure. She pushes again, straining. Once more, gas slips past whatever behemoth has her all clogged up and trumpets out into the toilet below. She was in for the long haul, but Sandra was resolved to get this over with after her miserable attempts at school. Five minutes of pushing and straining later, and still nothing solid was leaving her. Sandra sat on the toilet, panting from exertion before going for another powerful push. Things were happening, even though nothing like her desired results had manifested as of yet. Sandra could definitely feel things moving on the inside, though at a dishearteningly glacial pace. There was nothing to it but to keep trying, and trying. Trying, and finally her efforts were yielding results. Something is descending, the terrible heaviness contained within her bowels finally moving down towards her anus and freedom. It did not come freely though, every inch took its toll in sweat. But she was finally getting there, just a few more solid pushes and…! It was then that Sandra heard the front door being opened, and footsteps in the hall. Someone was coming home. She awkwardly gets off the toilet to properly lock the door, since she had been too hurried to do so when she entered. Because she hasn’t wiped yet, she can’t pull her underclothes back on so she has to waddle over there and then back to the toilet again butt-naked. The beast inside Sandra had receded due to the disruption, but Sandra was not going to be deterred from round two. However, while Sandra was getting comfortable on the toilet again to get back into her pooping groove, there is all of a sudden even more activity from outside. Someone hurries through the same path through the apartment Sandra had rushed when she came home, before finally ending with a forceful grab of the bathroom door handle, rattling it. She shouts “Occupied!”. This was the last thing Sandra needed right now, she had really hoped she would have the bathroom to herself for a while. “Oh, please please please come out I need to toilet so baaddd!!” The voice belonged to Sandra’s cousin Chloe. She sounded absolutely frantic, and Sandra could hear stepping in place outside. “Sandra, please hurry if you can. Chloe is having an emergency.” The other voice, her aunt Anelie, was far more composed though tinged with worry. “We’ve been stuck in traffic. She really needs to use the toilet now.” The last word is especially emphasized. Sandra sighs while wiping herself up as quickly as she can. Clearly, she wasn’t going to relieve her leaden bowels at this rate. Even if she could miraculously start pooping right this instant, that would likely spell Chloe’s doom given how much she was whining out there. “I’m peeing I’m peeing I’m peeing hurry hurry hurryyyy!” Sandra opens the door and immediately gets pushed past by her cousin, who starts fiddling with her dress without even waiting for Sandra to leave. Sandra quickly exits the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Through the door, Sandra can still hear Chloe’s muffled moans and the sound of her zipper as she steps on the floor. Chloe must’ve practically thrown herself onto the toilet, given the loud slamming sound that comes next. Usually Sandra puts down some toilet paper if she wants to poop in her parents’ toilet when others are at home since the door is kind of flimsy, but clearly Chloe did not have time to do this since her laser-jet of urine, poop-plops and vicious cries of relief are all fully audible from outside. Her aunt gives her an awkward smile. “We should probably move, don’t you think?” “Yeah, let’s.” As they leave for the kitchen, Sandra can’t help but notice Anelie looks quite uncomfortable and tense, keeping her thighs close together and shifting one leg in front of the other on occasion. It was fairly obvious she needed to use the toilet as well. Sandra needed to wash her hands though, she had skipped it when rushing out of the toilet and it was a bit gross. As soon as she turns on the kitchen sink, Sandra hears Anelie grunt in distress behind her. Right. The running water was probably difficult for her to listen to. Sandra washes up as quickly as she can to spare her aunt. “Sorry about that…” Sandra looks sheepishly at her squirming Aunt, not quite sure if she should ignore her obvious toilet desperation or not. “Ah…” Anelie tries to seem a little more discreet, but it is clearly hard for her. “Me and Chloe were stuck in traffic for god knows how long.” She smiles, though it’s a little forced. “Yeah, she seemed to be in quite the hurry, didn’t she?” “She was absolutely beyond herself for almost half an hour while in the car. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, poor thing wasn’t even able to pee in a cup…” Anelie’s face grows concerned as she trails off. “Are you okay?” Anelie doesn’t reply to this immediately, instead she lets slip a dainty but unmistakable fart under her dress. “Oh, excuse me. I do really need the loo…” She shakes her head. “I’ll be fine to wait for Chloe, though.” Sandra still felt very awkward. She felt she should talk about something other than her aunt’s desperation to clear the air, but when Sandra wanted to poop too it was doubly hard to keep her own thoughts away from the topic. Anelie farts again, groaning. Sandra was blushing hard, trying to not even look at her aunt as to not make her feel embarrassed. The outer door slamming open saves her, as the rest of her family comes rushing in. The flat instantly becomes bustling, as Sandra’s sister, mother, father and sister’s girlfriend all come inside. Sandra had wanted to fully use the bathroom in peace and quiet of course, but that ship had already sailed. Doubly so, as it becomes immediately apparent that her sister Audrey urgently needed to use the toilet too. “Gotta piss, gotta piss, gotta piss, sorry sis,” Audrey bumps into Sandra on the way. “Gotta piss, gotta piss…!” “Chloe is on the toilet!” Sandra calls out to her sibling. “No…!” The exclamation is trails off into half a whine at the end. Sandra isn’t sure if Audrey heard her and stopped, or tried the bathroom door just now. Sandra heads back over, finding Audrey frantically knocking on the door. “Cool it, I’m going as fast as I can…!” Chloe grunts from inside the bathroom, then there is the unmistakable sound of heavy droppings on droppings. “Come on, come on, come on…!” Audrey is pee dancing in place for all she’s worth. Sandra looks back towards kitchen where everyone had gathered. She wasn’t sure if she should bring up the fact that Anelie needed the toilet badly too, she felt bad that her aunt would need to wait even longer now. Even though Anelie had been first in line for the toilet, there was no way she would actually speak up now that Audrey had come in this desperate. “Anelie is desperate for the toilet too, so please hurry when you get inside.” It was the best way she could think to say. Audrey nods while continuing to stamp her feet. Her skirt was flying all over the place, if she hadn’t been wearing leggings underneath Sandra would have seen her underwear many times over. She looks away. There was the rustle and scrape of toilet paper. Sounds like Chloe was wiping herself up. Meanwhile, Audrey had become completely paralyzed. She suddenly starts taking off her leggings and even her panties, leaving her nude under the long skirt. “Hey, what are you doing…?” Audrey gasps while grasping herself under her skirt. She was most likely revealing quite a bit up front, but at least she was covered by her skirt still from Sandra’s vantage point. “I-I’m this close to wetting myself…! If I don’t get out of these now I’ll pee through them!” “Hey, wait! Are you seriously saying you’re about to just piss on the floor?” “N-no…!” Audrey’s body shakes as she crosses her legs and grabs herself. Looking downwards, Sandra can see a thin but clear rivulet of liquid running down Audrey’s ankle before making a little pool on the floor right next to her bare foot. Just then, Chloe exits the bathroom. She is beet red, and the two cousins push past each other as they swap places in the bathroom. Audrey quickly shuts the door while Chloe passes Sandra without saying a single word. Meanwhile, Audrey takes a little while to start peeing. Based on Audrey’s demeanor, Sandra would have expected to hear a deluge through the door less than a second after she entered. However, it takes a bit. Sandra is almost getting worried, when she hears an unmistakable spray of water coupled with a breathy and relieved moan. Content that her sister made it to the toilet, Sandra wanders back into the kitchen once again to greet the rest of her family. Chloe remained untalkative, and the color was not leaving her face. If anything, it was becoming a deeper shade of red. Perhaps her cousin was just bashful about the sounds she had been making. Sandra couldn’t exactly blame her, given how hard it was to find privacy in this house. The group strikes up a conversation of sorts, and Sandra learns that her sister and company had been visiting a waterpark over the day. Audrey had taken her girlfriend Holly of course, but given mom and dad had come with it seemed as though it had been more of a get together than a date. Over the course of the conversation Sandra also noticed her mother Emelie was squirming too. At this point, she should honestly just have assumed her mother needed to pee too until proven false. Audrey takes longer than Sandra would have expected for a pee, especially given she’d told her sister others needed to pee after her. Stefan, Sandra’s father, goes down to knock on the door. “Audrey, hurry it up as much as you can. Your mother and aunt both need to use the toilet as well.” You hear Audrey from inside. “Unless either of them are peeing her pants like I was I don’t think she wants to, actually! Chloe seriously filled this thing!” Chloe blushes even harder than before. Sandra’s mother Emelie looks concerned, as does her aunt. There’s a pause from inside the bathroom. “I pissed in the sink!” “I-I’m sorry, I just…” Chloe finally speaks up. ”It’s all right. It can happen to anyone, really. We need to figure out the bathroom situation for me and Emi though, I’m at my wit’s end here.” Emelie nods cautiously. Between her cousin’s intense mortification and the toilet needs of her aunt and mom, the air was getting a bit too oppressive. So while Sandra wasn’t exactly an active participant in the conversation, but she is still relieved when Audrey comes out of the bathroom and calls for her to come over. “San, please come with me for a minute.” Audrey leans in conspiratorially, but Sandra can tell she’s worried about something as she approaches. Sandra took a glance back towards the bathroom door, closed. Now that Chloe had clogged it, it was even less accessible to her than before. “Okay sis, what is it?” “Come to my room first, okay? This crowd is an issue.” Audrey’s room was on the second floor. While neither of them lived with their parents any longer, Audrey hadn’t been out of the nest for long enough to lose her old room. Sandra shrugs and follows. Whatever this was, it was as good of a distraction as any. Audrey closes the door behind Sandra as soon as they’re both inside. For a while, she seems unsure of what to say. Sandra decides to try and pry her open. She can’t wait in here forever after all. “So what’s this about, Audi?” “It’s Holly!” She blurts it out. “Whoa now. If you need some sisterly advice, then you could have just-” “No no, not that. It’s… how do I say it…” Audrey still seems unsure of what to say. “She’s too embarrassed to use our restroom!” “I… see.” “She hasn’t told me, but I can tell… I was hoping that she would get a chance to use the bathrooms at Merrows, but that completely backfired – as you could probably tell…” Audrey blushes. “Wait, are you seriously saying she hasn’t used the toilet at all since she came here? That’s not possible. You’ve been here for three days. Besides, I’ve literally seen her use it.” Audrey’s face gets even more pink. “Um… It’s not like that. She does go to the bathroom, but…” “But what?” “She hasn’t pooped at all, because she’s too embarrassed!” Audrey looks distraught. “And I know she’s in a lot of pain, too…” “So you took her to Merrows Waterland so she could… poop?” “Yes! I was planning to go use the toilet there myself and casually have her come with. It just happened that there were dumb queues everywhere!” Audrey looks a little sullen. “Okay maybe it wasn’t the best plan but in my defense-” “How do you even know she hasn’t gone, anyway? If she’s shy she could’ve done it while you weren’t paying attention.” This time, it’s Audrey’s ears that go pink. “Ah- well, eh you see I can kind of tell when…” Sandra had to cut her off right there. “All right, all right, I get it already. So what do you need me for, anyway?” “Well I don’t want my girlfriend to poop herself. I was hoping you could come up with an excuse to go to the supermarket and take her with. Then once you’re there, you can say you need to use the toilet and she’ll use it too! Hopefully…” “Hopefully? Audi, are we sure the problem here isn’t that you’re not communicating properly with Holly.” “San, please. I can’t talk to her about this. I just- I need your help, all right?” “Fine…” Sandra lets out an exasperated sigh. Thinking about it, this worked out pretty well for her too. Who knew when the family bathroom would become available for use, after all. Going to the store was probably faster, at this rate. It was just as Sandra was thinking this, that she felt a true urge to take a shit after all these days of constipation. It wasn't just the usual heaviness and general discomfort she had gotten accustomed to after so long. It was the sensation of something legitimately pushing and kneading against her backdoor. Sandra Wilton Horn needed to poop. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop - Third Chapter End
Sandra Wilton Horn Never Has a Chance to Poop (At the Grocery Store) Sandra and Holly were heading off towards the nearest grocery store. Sandra was relieved to be out of her parents’ cramped flat, especially now that the toilet was out of commission. Her mom and aunt had been discussing what to do since they both needed to use the bathroom but couldn’t anymore, and there had been some efforts to clear the pipes of the toilet but apparently Chloe had clogged it real good. As she and Chloe had left the building, Sandra’s father Stefan had been on the line with a plumbing firm. All in all, it had been pretty chaotic. On the flipside, Sandra now legitimately and unmistakably needed to poop for the first time today. Her prior efforts on her home toilet had paid off, though in a monkey’s paw kind of way given the circumstances. There was a heavy and totally solid pressure constantly applied against her poop chute. It was still a few solid pushes deeper than her exit, so at least she wasn’t turtleheading yet. Still, it was both incredibly uncomfortable and frustrating. Sandra was certain that she could excise herself of what had been troubling her all day, if only she could spend a bit of time on some porcelain. If only Chloe had the good sense to do a courtesy flush… Her traveling companion was staying mostly quiet as they walked. Sandra only knew Holly a little, and some of that was second-hand information from her sister. She had seemed naturally shy to Sandra, and if her Audrey was right and Holly had to poo badly that could also be contributing. Sandra gave the other girl a discreet glance-over as they walked, trying to determine if she was in a bad state. Holly was a little shorter than Sandra, with soft facial features and freckles. She kept her brown hair very long, and was a bit bottom-heavy. She did seem pretty stiff and uncomfortable at the moment, though that might be Sandra projecting. Holly wore pretty tight sweatpants, so any mishap would be extremely noticeable. Even if Sandra couldn’t be sure how badly Holly really needed to go, if at all, she hoped the girl wasn’t at that stage yet. As Sandra considers this, she also tries to think of a way to bring up the subject of using the toilet when they get to the grocery store. Her sister had a tendency of not thinking things through. Surely, it would have been better if Audrey had gone with her girlfriend. If Holly really was avoiding using the bathroom out of embarrassment, Sandra coming along could easily backfire. She sighs, maybe it didn’t matter. Making a complex plot to make her sister’s girlfriend poop was silly to begin with, Sandra should just make sure she used the toilet herself while giving Holly a chance to do the same. Holly was an adult woman, after all. So was Audrey, even if Sandra had to remind herself of that more often than not given her decisionmaking skills. The walk was somewhat nice, at least. Sandra was a little better dressed to deal with the cold, and while she was far from comfortable, she was at least not beside herself with desperation like she had been on her way home. Her stomach grumbled, and then she was certain she felt something in there slide downwards. There was a new pressure in her butt too, too robust and substantial for a fart. She was definitely using the bathroom first thing she did when she entered the store. The pair came upon the store. Sandra had made up some story about needing to pick up a few things for a dish she was cooking later. That was actually true, but she didn’t actually need to pick up that many things that she needed a second person to come with. Audrey made some excuse and encouraged Holly to go with, and that had been that. Toilets first though. Toilet toilet toilet. “Hey so I’m just gonna-” Sandra cuts herself off as she suddenly lets rip a trumpeting fart. It is completely unmistakably hers, there is absolutely no way to play it off as anything else. She felt it force her asshole wide open too, and has to spend a moment clenching herself shut or risk a sequel release. “-ahaha, excuse me. I’m gonna go ahead and give the bathroom a visit.” Sandra has to fight her reflexive instinct to do damage control. She was essentially admitting she needed to poop to Holly, but she really had to go very badly at this point so playing it cool was too much of a risk. She was still clenching after the fart, unsure if it was more air she was keeping at bay. “Oh, ah, of course. I’ll wait for you.” Holly looked awkward and unsure of what to do. Some part of the reason was probably the fact that Sandra had just farted, but… It seemed really obvious Holly needed to use the bathroom as well, didn’t it? Sandra hadn’t been entirely sure before, but now that Holly was standing still there was no denying it. The girl was subtly stepping in place and looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. She was sweating, too, despite the cold weather. Sandra quickly wracked her brain. Was there really nothing she could say to get Holly to come with to the bathroom? She had been given a mission by her sister, but… Her stomach grumbles ominously, a sign of things to come. Her anal defenses were once again being tested, as she felt pressure swell before receding. There was no getting around it. She needed to poop, now. Maybe her head would be a little clearer once she did, and she could think of some way to help Holly. Maybe. The pressure swells again, and Sandra hurries towards the store bathroom. There was a queue. Of course there was a queue. Sandra wasn’t sure how she could have expected otherwise. She stops in place as she sees the line, just taking the situation in. She had to poop so bad it wasn’t funny. It wasn’t fair. Why were there no free toilet anywhere? The line was seven women long, and from the looks of it many were in a bad state just like Sandra was. This was completely absurd, this couldn’t just be a coincidence, right? Would the fact that every woman in the city apparently desperately had to use the bathroom all at the same time going to be on the news tomorrow? Sandra let out something between a chuckle and a cry of frustration as she stomped in place. For a bit, she kept hesitating. Sandra tried to come up with some other option, but she didn’t know of any nearby places with a public toilet. And with this one so crowded, surely anywhere else would be just as bad. Still. Sandra wanted to poop now. She needed to sit on a toilet now. She had been dealing with this burden for so long, and she just wanted to be free of it. And… she was actually becoming worried she might not make it if she kept getting delayed. It being such a solid load meant it was generally easier to hold in, but there was a lot in her. If the pressure kept rising like it had been this last hour, she would eventually be filling her panties. Because she was distracted, Sandra didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. There was a double pitter-patter, then a distraught gasp behind Sandra causing her to turn around in surprise. There were two women, one younger and one older. Perhaps a mother and daughter? The young woman was grimacing while clutching her stomach. “Why is there a queue…! I can’t take it anymore!” The older woman tried to comfort her. “I could really use the loo as well… Let’s wait in line, it’s not getting any shorter.” Sandra, surprised and lingering on her indecision, couldn’t react quickly enough as the pair took a spot in the queue. Sandra despaired, but quickly stepped behind them in line. The queue was now ten women long including Sandra. She felt something massive press inside her rump, looking for a way out. This was not gas. For a few seconds, Sandra was turtleheading as the dark mass inside came closer to escape than it had for days. Sandra clenched for all she was worth, and luckily it receded. Nine women ahead in the queue. Because of how long the queue was, it needed to bend at one point. For this reason, Sandra had good visibility towards the front of the queue. The woman in the front of the line seemed to need to pee. She looked very stiff and had her legs subtly crossed. As Sandra looked closer, she realized the woman had what appeared to be an exceptionally bulged-out bladder. It was actually insane Sandra could see it from here, it even showed through her clothes. Sandra was second-guessing herself, her first thought had been a bladder bulge given the events of today, but maybe the woman was in the early stages of a pregnancy? That had to be it, surely, the more Sandra looked at it the more she felt nobody could hold enough pee to cause their stomach to bulge out like that. Sandra’s stomach would become hard and stick out if she really needed to pee but this was something else. Looking over the rest of the queue, it was easier to say who didn’t have an apparent need than to point out the ones that did. The second girl in line seemed okay, and so did a woman in the middle. The daughter, maybe it wasn’t a daughter, ahead of Sandra was absolutely frantic and her older companion showed signs of needing to go as well. It was really obvious they couldn’t cut ahead though, a pair of girls ahead of them showed constant signs of pee desperation. They were both committed to rather serious pee-dancing, and would occasionally whisper to each other. One of them snuck a hand inside her jeans to apply some direct force, it had to be really bad if she was resorting to that in public. Eight women ahead in the queue. For Sandra, the wait was quite different from any toilet desperation she had experienced in the past. She was semi-familiar with the frantic struggle that came with intense pee desperation, but her current state different. She hadn’t felt urgency that would put her on the cusp on an accident since when she had briefly started turtleheading before, so instead of feeling like a trial of endurance and willpower it was like she was on a timer until an urge like that or worse came back. There were still urges and aches though, strong ones. Her stomach had essentially been hurting all day, and that had never stopped. Her behind felt full and pressurized as well, poo and probably a fair few farts waiting on deck and ready to move towards the exit. She needed to be on a toilet before her bowels decided they couldn’t hold any more mass and started kneading it all out again. The bladder-bulge woman had gone inside. Sandra had come to realize she would learn the truth about the woman’s distended as she came out. She was curious, or perhaps just desperate for anything that could distract her. Seven women ahead in the queue. The round-belly woman came out just now, but she turned away from Sandra and headed over towards the direction of the store proper. Sandra hadn’t been able to tell if her belly had gotten any flatter after the visit to the bathroom, it was going to remain a mystery. Another girl had come into the queue, after Sandra. She was a bit shorter than Sandra, and wore a fairly distinctive blue hoodie. Sandra had glanced back at her at one point, as she had groaned. Presumably when she realized how long the queue was. It seemed like she needed to pee, but Sandra didn’t look back at her after that, didn’t want to stare. The daughter, Sandra was going to think of her as a daughter until proven otherwise, was squirming around and complaining about how badly she needed to use the toilet. At one point, she let out a squeaky little fart. She had leaned in towards the other woman and whispered “Mom, I’m seriously about to have an accident.” Definitely a daughter, then, Sandra had been right. The pair of girls one further step ahead were quite vocal too, saying things like “I’ve never had to pee this bad before!” and “Hurry, I’m leaking…!”. Cutting ahead didn’t seem to be an option, for Sandra or anyone else. Six women ahead in the queue. Because of how the queue was formed, Sandra now had a better visual on some of the people who had crossed a bit past the bend as the queue progressed. The second girl in line, who Sandra hadn’t really been able to get a visual on before, was a somewhat plump goth-looking girl. She wasn’t complaining like the girls waiting behind her, but from her posture it was extremely obvious she was desperate. Her legs were crossed, sometimes crisscross, and she was hunched over and gritting her teeth. Sometimes a hand would sneak down as well. First in line was an older woman, perhaps the age of her own parents or a little older than that. She didn’t appear too desperate, but was not offering her place to any of the girls behind her. Five women ahead in queue. The goth girl, the pee-desperate pair, and the mother and daughter. The older woman was taking her sweet time, and it was taking its toll on everyone in line. Sandra had heard the girl behind her gasp and whine a few times, and the daughter had farted several more times now, growing more distraught each time. The mother tried to comfort her, but was clearly becoming very uncomfortable as well. The pair even further ahead were just as noisy as before, while the goth girl remained silent yet determined. As for Sandra herself, she was in trouble again. Something big was pushing directly against her exit and trying to squeeze past her anal ring. This was the most intense urge Sandra had felt so far and the closest she had been to straight up dropping a load in her panties. Hands against her bum were mandatory now, embarrassing or not. Plugging up her hole like this was giving her bad cramps as her bowels attempted to squeeze and push to get rid of the encumbrance, it was real bad. Sandra had to hope it would get better soon, or that the girls ahead would hurry up. Finally, the slowpoke woman came out of the toilet. As she did, however, something unexpected happened. “Um, er, please, my friend is going to wet herself. Please, can she go before?” One of the pee-desperate duo pleaded with the goth girl as her companion nodded in agreement while pee-dancing. There’s a moment of deliberation. The gothy girl is clearly torn, glancing towards the free toilet. “P-please! I really, I really can’t hold it!” The girl is stepping in place. “Oh, okay. But hurry, I need to go too.” The goth girl didn’t seem too happy to give up her opportunity to pee, squeezing her hands between her thick thighs as the thankful girl sprinted inside. The daughter ahead of Sandra seemed like she wanted to speak up too, she was leaned forwards and cupping her hands over her ass just like Sandra and letting out squeaky farts. Sandra wasn’t farting, just keeping catastrophic release at bay. The pressure wasn’t as bad as it had been, it seemed to come in waves. Her turn at the toilet couldn’t come fast enough. Four women ahead in the queue. The goth girl, the friend who had been left behind, the daughter, the mother and Sandra were all waiting outside. There were others waiting behind Sandra as well. More people had filled up after the short girl in the hoodie, though Sandra hadn’t looked backwards to get a read on them. She was solely focused on the queue ahead of her. The daughter seemed like she was psyching herself to speak up, maybe to ask if she couldn’t cut ahead too. “I-I, um, I really need to go as well, could I please go first when Joanne comes out?” It wasn’t the daughter who spoke up first, it was the girl-left-behind. She was speaking rapidly, and seemed to be locked in place. Sandra hadn’t realized this girl needed to pee so badly as well, but looking at her now it really seemed like she was at the edge. The gothy girl looks back, biting her lip while continuing to hold herself. “I-I can’t hold it much longer either. I’m sorry, I’ll try to be really quick though.” The girl swallows very audibly, then, “Ah…” There is an instant pitter-patter as the girl starts peeing a waterfall through her jeans. She tilts her head upwards slightly and full-body shivers as she lets it all out. “I-I couldn’t hold it…” The girl was letting out an amazing volume, the liquid was all pouring from the tiny gap between the leg openings and her inner ankles. It was like looking at a rain gutter in a torrential monsoon. Sandra was glad she didn’t need to pee, or else this display might have done her in. The gothy girl wasn’t so lucky, and walked away backwards, stunned, to avoid getting her feet wet in the expanding puddle. She stops, moans gutturally, and pushes her hands deep between her legs as a wet spot forming on the front of her skirt. In a last-ditch effort, she gets her hands in under her skirt, pushing it up in the process. It’s as this is happening, one girl mid-wetting and another seemingly mere moments away, that the first girl came out the toilet. Apparently her name was Joanne. “O-oh no…” She sidesteps the puddle to get outside. The goth girl took a first tentative step towards the toilet, but she wasn’t fast enough. “I-I can’t hold it anymore! I need to have a poo now or I’m going to explodee!!” The daughter suddenly rushes past the entire congregation, stepping through the forming puddle of pee as she does. She slams the door loudly behind her. Just two women ahead in queue. Sandra envied the daughter. Maybe if she had been brazen enough, she could have pulled a similar stunt. It would have been selfish, but it might have been worth it. Her stomach hurt, her ass was tired, she wanted to poop so badly. It was like a thick ram stuck at her exit, it felt like it was forcing her wide open just by being there. Many times she rubbed her stomach in hopes it would make it any better, it felt bloated and packed tight. The girl-left-behind had finished her floor pee, and the pair had walked off with the Joanne comforting her friend. The gothy girl still had her gaze intently focused on the toilet door, and hadn’t adjusted her skirt back. With the girl’s skirt pushed up like this, Sandra got quite the view from behind. The girl was giving herself a wedgie too, so she was more or less flashing her ass. Once, Sandra caught a droplet running down the girl’s thigh, before being absorbed by her stockings. Sandra’s focus was stolen as a loud, ringing fart rang out. It came from the mother. Sandra turned towards her, and the woman was clutching her stomach while moaning softly. Then, another equally impressive fart rang out. “O-oof. Excuse me…” She fanned the air. The daughter came out, beet-red. She quietly went over to stand next to her mother, as the gothy girl rushed inside. However, less than a minute later she came rushing out again. It was clear from the demeanor of the goth girl that she has left the toilet unrelieved, and she hurried off in some other direction. The mother and daughter were quietly whispering among themselves, so this time it was Sandra who took the opportunity to cut the line. Emergencies meant no rules, sometimes. She got herself inside, hurried over to the toilet and got the lid open, where she found… Two pathetic-looking scraps of toilet paper sat on top of an absolutely fat stack of shit. There was no other way to put it. Sandra could see three logs in all, and they were both girthy and long. Sandra pinched her nose, and for a moment found herself staring at them. This toilet was unflushable. Not only that, the logs piled high enough that anything Sandra added might actually threaten to reach her ass. A tear of sheer frustration rolled down Sandra’s cheek. She wanted to poop. Maybe she could squat over the toilet and just do it like that. It just had to come out, and she was willing to do anything to make that happen even if the conditions weren’t ideal. As she was thinking this, though, the goth girl came rushing back in. Sandra had forgotten to lock. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” The girl was single-minded, rushing over to the sink and hoisting up her skirt. It took her two attempts to mount the sink, and she started peeing full blast partway through the first. “Ooooohhh, ah.” The girl moans in pleasure as she starts pissing into the sink, then makes eye contact with Sandra and flushes with red. Sandra puts her hand up to cover her view of the girl, and hurries out of the toilet. Outside was chaos, with several women having joined the queue after Sandra. There seemed to be fervent discussion, with some of the lined-up women being quite agitated, presumably over the clogged toilet. The puddle was still there on the floor, though the mother and daughter were nowhere to be found. Sandra hurried back to the entrance of the store, where she had left Holly waiting. Once again, Sandra had been denied her chance to poop. Sandra Wilton Horn Never Has a Chance to Poop - Fourth Chapter End
It's been way too long a while since I posted anything substantial here, but that's not to say that things aren't brewing behind the curtains. I do have a slightly longer story on its way by kind request of the great @Kayn (and by no small measure in reciprocity for his latest contribution about poor Abby, which may or may not be the greatest piece ever posted on this forum - read it if you haven't!). While working on that story though, I decided to slip another one in in compensation for the delay. It is a throwaway of sorts, even if it again proved to be on the lengthier side. Big fat disclaimer: I have no clue whatsoever about the meter maid profession, its procedures, customs or regulations, and I have taken quite a bit of creative liberty regarding the uniforms featured within. Anyone familiar with the Beatles will of course pick up on what the title alludes to (and there is actually a solo Paul reference in there too), but the overall motivation for the theme was simply to have reason to dress up the female protagonist in some kind of uniform (again, blame Kayn). I decided to have a little fun with the setting and situate it all in the 70's, for little reason other than to revel in some car porn (don't worry, no explicit stuff, just a boatload of excuses to namedrop some cool vintage cars along the way), and maybe add some credibility to the featured uniforms. But enough about my obsession of the near past, let's see how a regular workday might have turned out for a meter maid about 50 or so years ago. I hope you will enjoy the show! --------------------------------------------------------------- Linda Haywood had always been a fan of order and being the one maintaining it. Being the oldest of three sisters, she was the prudent and ordely one of the three ever since she was a little child and all throughout her schooldays. This earned her a reputation for being quite bossy and almost annoyingly by-the-book in her manners. A real teacher's pet who never seemed to pass up a chance to tell on her classmates whenever the slightest wrongdoing on their part crossed her prying eyes. Naturally this caused her a bit of disdain amongst her peers at school and there were more than one occasion where she ended up being on the receiving end of some shenanigans. Despite this hardship though, she grew all the more confident in her call as being the one who had to step up for the perceived benefit of her surroundings, even if it came at the cost of her popularity. Thus, it wasn't too surprising when already as a kid, Linda nurtured an ambition to get herself involved with law enforcement. Granted, it was still the 60's then and it wasn't too common for women to pursue such a career, at least not out in the field which is what she really wanted. At the dawn of the 70's when she just turned 19, she went off to university to take various courses, some related to law, some not, so she wasn't yet qualified as an actual policewoman when she opted in for an apprenticeship at the local police station in a neighbouring town during spring 1974. What she did have within reach though, as a first stepping-stone occupation, was to serve as a meter maid. After a few months of studying exclusively for the job that year, she was finally ready to dip her toe in some actual water by tagging along with one of the senior wardens doing her rounds around town. --- So, early one August morning, Linda rose from her bed, literally sparkling with enthusiasm for her first real taste of what it would be like to set things straight in real life, even if it only meant sorting out poor parking practices. All the same, the town in which she would cut her teeth was renowned for some truly chaotic parking situations, and if she could be an ever so slight part in alleviating it, she'd be more than happy. After all, parking rules aren't there just for spite; there might be real and severe consequences if a car was to obstruct a certain area or passage, even life-threatening ones, so Linda couldn't help but feeling just a tad bit of responsibility for the betterment of her fellow citizens in her upcoming endeavour. The sky was slightly overcast but no rain in sight and the overall weather was still warm, as befits a nice summer's day. She opted for a short-sleeved figure-hugging flowery shirt with a big butterfly collar unbuttoned at the neck, tucked into a pair of tight bell bottoms, as snug at the top around her waist and bottom as the legs were wide at the other end, totally obscuring her feet and then some. Of course, she wouldn't be doing her rounds in her own outfit while on duty - even if it wasn't really her own duty as of yet - but dressing up in a contemporary and ever so slightly sexy outfit sure wouldn't go amiss when turning up at the police station. Who knows who would be there to greet her or even admire her at a distance? After downing her breakfast and equipping herself with a bag containing a big water bottle - it was quite warm outside after all - Linda left her apartment block and headed for the bus stop. 7:05, the bus arrived just when she got there and she climbed aboard for the 45 minute journey to the next town where she would take the very first steps of her new career within law enforcement, even if it just meant looking out for badly parked cars. As the bus whizzed down the carriageway, she slowly emptied her water bottle in frequent sips, pondering on her upcoming day. She did have an interest in cars, so even if the task of cracking down on the unconcern of their owners may be a bit mundane, she still looked forward to having reason to survey all the various vehicles she would encounter up-close in all their details. She was especially fascinated by interiors; seats, steering wheel, dashboard, upholstery, and the overall aesthetics they jointly displayed. Her father was a car mechanic and she remembered certain days when she would join him in his workshop after school on occasion, and how she found herself more and more interested in both all the different body stylings, interiors as mentioned, as well as the actual mechanical workings. Still not confident or interested enough to pursue a mechanical career, she nonetheless had assembled a dream garage in her mind, the crown jewel of which would be a British racing green Jaguar E-type, the early model from the 60's with caps over the headlights. Of course, that would most likely remain a pipedream ever after, but with a bit of paid work behind her, she could at least set her eyes on something like an MGB in the near future, or maybe a Triumph Spitfire. Heck, even a Mini would do. As of yet though, she still hadn't had money to possess her own car, having most recently being confined to borrow her father's Ford Cortina whenever the need for some motoring enjoyment (or distant party assembly together with her mates) reared inside her. If she managed to land this first career step as a meter maid though, she would finally be able to save up enough money for her own vehicle in due time. --- With about 15 minutes left of the bus journey, Linda downed the last gulps from her water bottle, promptly stowing it away in her bag while awaiting her arrival. The bus was just entering the outskirts of the city, gradually slowing down for the first of several traffic lights. Linda sat looking out the window, absent-mindedly moving her legs in and out on the seat in a slow, barely noticeable fashion. A metallic green Citroën SM whizzed past in the outer lane as the bus came to a momentary halt. "Wow, one of those is definitely going in my dream garage", Linda thought to herself as the angular rear end of the french mile-eater disappeared out of sight outside the window. Moments later, the bus took off again as the lights turned green. About 10 minutes left. The slow fanning of her legs caught her attention; she hadn't even thought about herself performing said motion, only just now realizing it. Not only that - she also began realizing why she did it. Nervousness was definitely part of the reason as it would be a day packed with many firsts for her, not to mention all the new people she would encounter, both in the form of her colleagues as well as in the form of random citizens in various stages of annoyance for receiving tickets for their parking misbehaviour. The main reason for her involuntary leg fanning though was ever so slightly increasing its toll on her attention - she was beginning to need a toilet. As the bus approached the city centre where the police station was located, Linda prepared to get off. She slid herself sideways on the seat in preparation to get off at the next bus stop. She was beginning to feel quite nervous at the prospect of walking in to the station for the first time, wondering how she would be welcomed, if at all. Nah, of course she would be welcomed, why else would they accept her as a potential future part of their force. Her nervousness manifested itself in an ever so slight increase of her urinary need, unconsciously causing her to subtly bounce her leg up and down as she waited for the bus to stop. In addition to her slight nervousness, her morning coffee also did its part in ramping up her need. No big deal really; her plan was to casually slip away into the restroom right after the introductory formalities, making sure she was as prepared as possible for her first day out on the field. The bus stopped and Linda got off, immediately setting off towards the police station a few hundred meters down the street leading away from the town centre. She walked briskly with the light breeze blowing her blonde hair back in time with her confident steps, together with the flapping of her wide open butterfly collar. She looked good and she knew it, knowing full well what her tight flares did to the imagination of any guy that happened to catch her walking down the sidewalk. As she reached the entrance of the station, she paused for a second to get her bearings before going inside. --- "Excuse me, my name is Linda Haywood, I'm here for my meter maid apprenticeship", she presented herself to the young officer behind the desk right inside the entrance. "Oh, I see. Good morning, miss Haywood", he replied as he looked up at the young beauty who had just entered his workday, before rising up and showing her in. "This way, miss. I'm Gordon, station assistant, by the way" Linda granted him a smile as she followed him into the station, taking the opportunity to look around for a toilet, but couldn't see one in the direct vicinity as they walked through to the inner office space. Inside the main area she was greeted by a mature woman in her 40's. "Good morning, Linda. I'm Margaret Wilson, police officer. Really nice to meet you." she said while reaching out to shake Linda's hand before continuing, "Sometimes I'm shouldering the role as a meter maid as well whenever needed, but it's not really supposed to be my duty nowadays so we're really glad to see someone applying to fill that role. As you probably already know, the parking situation in this town has gotten worse in recent time so we need all the manpower we can get to get on grips with it." "Yeah, so I've heard", Linda inserted before Margaret continued, "So during this learning period, I will be your mentor out on the field and I'm thinking that at least during this first week you will simply follow me along while on duty. No responsibility will be laid on you, you just follow my lead and take note of how to determinate whether or not a car is wrongly parked and how to estimate the appropriate fee. Sounds alright with you, Linda?" "Oh yes, definitely. I'm eager to get going and learn how to apply all that I've learned in real life." "Good to hear, Linda. I really like your enthusiasm. You know, not many people would appreciate being the one burdened with the task of fining people for such seemingly innocuous acts as leaving their car in an inconsiderate manner for just a few minutes. But they would certainly not appreciate having someone else's car parked wherever it would cause some inconvenince for them, now would they? That's the message we have to get out there while on duty, that it's for everyone's sake that we have to make an example out of parking violation. In fact, that is sort of part of the job as well." "Most certainly, Mrs Wilson", Linda remarked, "I've always been keen on keeping up order in all kinds of situations and am only glad to be part of that process." "Mind you, you will encounter resistance and disdain a-plenty while on duty so it's important, not least for your own sanity, to keep an emotional distance whenever engaging in disputes." "I'm very well aware of that and I'm prepared to take a fight whenever necessary, Mrs. Wilson", Linda tried to ensure her mentor, doing her best to sound confident. "The fight is not yours to take, Linda" Margaret retorted, "Always remember to make it clear that whatever complaints they may have, you are not the one responsible for handling them. That's what the appeal process is for." "I understand that." Linda said in a somewhat relenting voice before Margaret wound up her introductory speech: "Now, we will begin our round just here around the city centre before driving off to a neighbourhood a few kilometers away before returning here for lunch at about 12. First though, we'll pick out a uniform for you to change into. Come with me." Margaret said as she urged Linda down a small hallway towards the changing room. --- Linda was shown into the room where Margaret picked out a light blue uniform button-up blouse together with a dark blue knee-length skirt, dark brown tights and a pair of uniform loafers. As it was summertime, it had been decided that the otherwise obligatory jacket on top of it all was not required if the weather didn't call for it, the short-sleeved uniform blouse being considered sufficient to mark the authority of a meter maid armed with her sharp pencil and ticket book. Margaret left Linda alone in the changin room, leaving the aspiring young officer to change into her new outfit. After buttoning up her blouse, Linda admired her new professional look in the full-length mirror on the wall, turning sideways and back while the image in the mirror filled her up with confidence. She even caught herself fantisizing about guys being all but delighted to be fined by her due to her uniformed appearance while exercising her femininity over them. Shaking herself back to reality while reminding herself that she was not only on duty, but still very much at the very bottom of the ranks and there to learn, she folded her privade clothes and stowed them away in a locker. As she exited the changing room and headed down the hallway to the main area where she was to rejoing her mentor, she was reminded of that one thing she needed to take care of before heading out, which was to find the restroom and relieve herself from her growing need. She walked the few meters down the hallway, trying to determine which of the few doors could possibly contain a lavatory. Just where the hallway led out to the main area, right at the opposite wall, she noticed that familiar lock indicator below the handle, signalling the promise of abdominal relief in just a few seconds. Linda discreetly grabbed the door handle - Locked. Damnit! Just for good measure, she pulled down the handle once again, tugging on it slightly, but to no avail. Despite not showing any red on the lock indicator, the restroom was obviously in use. Linda cursed the deceiving lack of redness on the lock disc for filling her with anticipation for that brief moment, wondering if whoever was in there would be close to finishing up so she could sneak in before heading out. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, while casually crossing her legs, eagerly listening for any sound that would indicate the upcoming vacancy of the lavatory...
Part 2 "Linda!" Margaret stepped across the main area while waving for her new protegé to come with her. "I see that you're all set. Now, let's get going." she continued, only stopping briefly in order for Linda to join her. Linda, having been dead set on spending a penny before heading out, was caught totally off-guard, battling fiercely in her mind whether or not to ask Margaret to wait while she did her business. Having but a split second to react though, and with Margaret so obviously determined to leave immediately, Linda simply couldn't find any space nor courage to create one for her personal convenience. "I'm coming, Mrs. Wilson!", she replied as she somewhat begrudgingly left her waiting spot outside the still occupied restroom, casting a glance towards it over her shoulder as she followed Margaret through the main area towards the entrance. As they walked outside, she did some mental calculations; they would be out and about until around 12, that meant 4 more hours. No way she could hold on for that long considering her already significant need! But they would drive somewhere else after the first round, which meant fetching a car, which meant returning to the station, which meant she would be able to nip into the restroom. Although not confirmed, she assumed that would be roughly halfway through, that is about 2 hours from now. That was doable, at least she thought - and hoped - it was. She had been desperate before and had gotten away with it. If nothing else, she could consider it as part of the training to be able to last through several hours without access to a toilet. And, although she didn't relish the idea, in case she absolutely had to find a toilet even before the first two hours were up, they were in the city after all. Surely there would be a publicly available restroom somewhere, right? With that part of her internal plan sorted out, Linda followed Margaret through the entrance and out on the pavement, setting off down the street towards the nearby town square. Along the street were a lengthy row of parked cars as they walked on by, but not much to take note of since parking was allowed there. Linda was already anticipating their first parking offence, if not out of spite then at least in order to have reason to watch Margaret's ticketing procedure. After maybe five minutes though, they reached the square without having encountered a single wrongly parked vehicle, but on that square was a bigger parking area with meters for each slot - a potential goldmine for an eagle-eyed meter maid. Well, Linda certainly didn't want to think about it like that but couldn't help but relishing the thought of having reason to crack down on some particularily flaunty car-owner with a bit too much money and style to care for petty regulations. "Since we haven't seen any direct parking violations so far," Margaret addressed her protegé, "we might as well go over the parking meter routine. Now, I usually give them a chance to either renew their meter time or leave in their car, even if the time has run out. But if it's obvious that the owner isn't around, then I'll write them a ticket. People are usually pretty good at timing their metered parking actually, but there are of course exceptions." Linda nodded in acknowledgment, subtly crossing one leg over the other as she couldn't help but already exercise the thought of looking for a public restroom after they had done the rounds on the town square parking area. "So we will parade along this area and take note of the remaining time of all the engaged parking meters." Margaret continued, "This is probably one of the hardest things with this job - keeping track of all the meters that are running out. That's just one of those things that will come with experience, I assure you, so don't feel overwhelmed." "That's alright," Linda replied, "I'm actually quite good at remembering small details like that." she said, almost as if trying to prove herself even though she didn't really have to. "Very well," Margaret retorted, "Let's take a first round through the parking lot, shall we?" --- The both of them took a leisurely stroll through the gap between two of the parking rows, taking note of the meters and the remaining time on each of them. Linda checked out the cars just as much as the meters, totally revelling in the prospects of encountering something even remotely exotic or exciting along the way. Most of them were just humdrum everyday drivers though, but her eyes fell onto a shiny Mercedes 300 SEL in bronze metallic. The devil inside her so wanted the meter to have run out, but there was well over 30 minutes left on it. Just as well, she thought, fantasizing a bit about who might be the owner of such a posh car. Next to it stood a not quite as impressive Renault 4 in a sunny orange shade, nonetheless strangely appealing in all its frugal austerity, being almost all the way down on the other side of the scale compared to the mighty Merc. Its owner had taken just as good care of his (her?) margins though, having almost an hour left on the meter. All the automotive philosophizing didn't quite distract Linda from her much more basic need though. After about ten minutes of patrolling the car park, she found herself inconspicuously gazing towards the row of shops and other businesses along the street surrounding the town square, wondering if any of them offered any public conveniences. She felt her ever-filling bladder pressing down on her urethra as she walked along the parking lot, following Margaret while subtly grinding her upper thighs together, keeping them together at all times to aid her straining muscles. Had she been anywhere near a toilet at this point, she would have paused whatever she was doing and head straight for it no matter what, but as she was out and about in a very public place with absolutely no telling when or where she would find a restroom, she had no choice but to continue holding on and pretending everything was fine. Also, her supposedly authoritative demeanour as a uniformed law enforcement lady would be seriously undercut if she displayed any signs of being the vulnerable victim of pesky urinary needs, which made her even more determined to not let on her growing desperation. As they went through the parking lot, approaching the end of the row in which every single slot was occupied by obviously very conscious drivers, they finally encountered a British racing green MGB GT as the second to last car in the row with no time left on the parking meter. "Look, apparently we've got a live one." Margaret said as she pointed this out matter-of-factly, "Now, you would do absolutely no wrong in immediately writing out a ticket, as this is a clear-cut case of violation, but what I usually do in these cases, as I said, is to give the owner half a chance to get back before too long." Linda nodded in acknowledgement as she stood with her legs subtly crossed with her hands behind her back, swaying slightly from side to side as she listened to her mentor's reasoning. Margaret continued, "As we cannot tell whether the owner has been overstaying for a minute or an hour, we'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume the best. We'll take note of this and check again in a few minutes, and if the car is still here and the meter time has not been renewed, we'll issue a ticket." As Margaret finished up her address, she led Linda away from the beautiful green MG and towards the next row of cars. Linda kept looking back at the MG; just what a coincidence that the very first parking violation they encountered was carried out by one of her dream cars. She almost felt it a sign beckoning her to actually go for one of those once she had scrapped together enough money. In the midst of her car thoughts though, she was interrupted by the sight of something which for the moment beckoned even more than the MG; at the far end of the square beyond the parking space, right beside a street junction - a public lavatory! --- The two of them hung around at the end of the parking rows and exchanged some small-talk in order to get to know each other while waiting to see if the MG owner would show up in due time. Linda told a little about her upbringing and how she sometimes was given a hard time at school whenever she told on anyone committing some kind of mischief, to sort of slide in how righteous and orderly she was in order to impress her new mentor. All the while, she was subtly stepping from side to side with one leg crossed in front of the other back and forth, and as Margaret did the talking, Linda couldn't help but gaze longingly towards the newly discovered public restroom over yonder. Her need had risen significantly since they left the station about 40 minutes ago and she had to keep moving in order to help her straining muscles down there to hold it. She wondered if she should interrupt their conversation and excuse herself, but decided to wait for a more apt opportunity to sneak away towards it. After about ten more minutes of chit-chat, Margaret turned her attention back to that MG as its owner still hadn't showed up. "Well, looks like we'll have to issue our first ticket for the day", she said, not so much triumphantly as with a hint of motherly disappointment. She proceeded to fill in the ticket while showing Linda all the required parameters. Linda meanwhile couldn't really take her mind off of her bladder and the by now very much beckoning public lavatory nearby. While Margaret did her thing, Linda stood watching with her hands behind her back and one knee bent over the other as she turned slightly from side to side. "Now, it's easy to mentally fall into the trap of seeing this as some kind of treasure hunt", Margaret said as she bent down over the green sports car to fasten the ticket behind the wiper. "But if one day goes by without even a single ticket being issued, that's a good day. The less we need to do, the better, because that means that people are actually taking heed of the rules, no small thanks to the very knowledge of our presence." "Certainly, Mrs. Wilson", Linda acknowledged, trying her best to stand still for a moment while clenching her sphincter. "But of course that seldom happens. Most outings will inevitably result in at least a handful of tickets at the end of the day. Now, let's move on to the next row of cars, and then we'll patrol the sidestreets before heading back to the station." The two maids went down the next row of cars, stopping once again in order to mark down a vinyl-roofed Ford Cortina whose owner hadn't even bothered to pay the meter in the first place. After having walked further along, Linda looked back and noticed the clearly frustrated owner returning to the Ford and tearing off the ticket from the windscreen before getting in to his car and drive off. The real reason she looked back though, was what lurked in the distance at the far end of the square - that damned toilet she so very much wanted to head back to now. But Margaret, clearly oblivious to the prospects of her young blonde protegé needing a toilet, marched on along the carpark. As they reached the end of the row, a sky blue Citroën DS earned itself their third ticket of the day for illicitly occupying a disabled space without the proper token. --- "Maggie! I see you're on the prowl again!" Just as they reached the end of the row, a middle-aged man approached them, apparently an acquaintance of Margaret. "Martin!", Margaret replied jovially, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" "It certainly has. So, how's the family and all?" Martin replied in turn. The two of them began chatting amongst themselves while Linda stood aside, smiling and nodding in passing when she was presented by Margaret. She kept her hands behind her back as she eagerly waited for them to wrap up their talk. Her bladder was very full and throbbed beneath her uniform skirt that by now had started to really tighten its hold around her abdomen. She couldn't help but turning from side to side as she struggled to stand still, feeling the urine constantly pressing down on her strained sphincter. Margaret and Martin blabbered on, adding more and more minutes to Linda's increasingly desperate wait for the toilet. She kept standing with her hands behind her back, bending one knee over the other while twisting her body from side to side, occasionally gazing across the town square towards where she knew a toilet was waiting. 'Come on, please stop talking!' she thought to herself while involuntarily doing a slight curtsey with her legs pinched together before stepping slightly back and forth. She almost felt like a little girl silently urging her mother to get a move on as Margaret, totally oblivious to Linda's growing anxiety, seemed to have no intention to wrap up her conversation anytime soon. Linda kept shifting from foot to foot although she really tried her best to stand as still ass possible, but her bladder pulsated and threatened to force the urine out. She felt that if she was to stand still and only rely on her sphincter, she would most certainly start to wet herself, it was that bad by now! The moving about provided some much needed relief even though she felt rather silly, squirming around like that as if she had ants crawling up and down her body. After maybe five more minutes with no sign of Margaret and Martin nearing the end of their exchange, Linda finally decided that perhaps she could take the opportunity to nip off to the restroom. It shouldn't be more than a couple of minutes if she hurried after all. She bit her lip and mustered up her courage as she waited for a gap in their conversation, trying her best to stand still with her legs tightly held together for a brief moment - "Oh well, musn't forget that we're on duty here", Margararet then suddenly said, "We probably should get going. But we'll keep in touch for next weekend. Really about time our families got together!" "Sure thing! I must be on my way as well. See you, Maggie!" Martin replied as he went away. Margaret then made a gesture to Linda to walk back to the other end of the square. Finally! Almost as if on cue. Linda couldn't be happier that she didn't have to make that embarrasing request after all. Now she could casually nip off into the restroom while on the way without having to force the issue and disclosing her desperation in the process. "Sorry about that, but Martin and I go way back and haven't seen each other for a while." Margaret said apologetically. "No worries, I totally understand." Linda assured her as they approached the other end of the parking lot, all but totally focused on the public lavatory building towering up before her, in her mind probably ten times its actual size. Having to keep in pace with her mentor, Linda forced herself not to hurry although she wanted nothing more than to sprint towards the door. The closer they got, the slower her steps seemed. Oh god, please move faster, it's right there! She kept assuring herself that she was only moments from being able to release her bladder's content into the bowl. Almost there. She prepared her excuse in her head, fomulating it in as casual a manner as possible. Just a brief nonchalant note in passing, nothing urgent. The entrance just around the corner on their left. Linda turned towards it just as they passed, taking a deep breath in order to excuse herself before slipping inside - - OUT OF ORDER -
[I'll describedescribe the character inside this box, if you don't care about that, just skip this box. the character, Kyara is a 21 year old female. she is 1.79m big, has long blond hair and purple-blue eyes. In this story she is wearing a short white blouse with a black collar, that is tucked into a black pleated skirt, that reaches down till the middle is her thighs. She got black knee socks and white sport shoes. The Story takes place in the midle of spring at dusk, it's around 13°C] Kyara hung out with her friends around the city. They split up and Kyara passed by a toilet on the way to the bus station. ("I barely have to go and I'll be home in just over 60 minutes, so I'll just go at home"). It took her about 5 minutes to reach the bus station. When she arrived at the bus station her desperation had risen from 1/10, to a 3/10. ("What's going on, I haven't even drunk that much"). She checked the time when her bus will arive and saw it'll be here in 6 minutes. ("I don't have the time to go back, pee and come back. I don't want to wait another 30 minutes for the next Bus. it'll be a 9 minute Bus ride, 31 minute subway ride and a 10 minute walk home, I should be alright"). 5 minutes later her bus arrived arrived and she got on. during the bus ride her desperation grew to a 5/10. Kyara feels a little insecure, but thought ("I.... I should be alright, I'll be home soon..."). When the Bus arrived at her destination, she got out. It's a 1 minute walk to the sobway station. ("the walking helps a little bit, eventhough it got a bit chilly"). At the subway station she saw that her subway will arive in 2 minutes. She looked around ("It got dark... just a little bit more and I'll be home"). When her subway arrived she got on the subway. After sitting down her desperation grew to a 6/10 and she started to unconsciously rub her thighs at each other. ("It's alright, I'll make it"). 13 minutes into her ride her desperation grew to a 8/10. She started to panic a bit. ("Why is this happening? Why does my desperation grow this fast, I didn't drink that much. I can't piss myself, I'll have to hold it no matter what"). She started to look around her and when she felt that nobody was looking she pressed her hand into her crotch, through her skirt. ~ 4 minutes before arriving at her destination her desperation grew to a 9/10. ("Why...? why...? I have to pee, I've got to pee, got to pee..."). 2 minutes later Kyara felt her first leak. ("No, no, no, no, I must have imagined that, I'ts not possible that I would piss myself"). When the subway was close to arriving at her destinatin she stood up, while trying to look composed. ("My bladder... it feels so heavy, why is this happening? I'm so close to home, just got to keep it in for another 10 minutes"). When the subway stopped, Kyara felt another 3 second leak. ("No no no no no, I can't piss myself, I'm not a kid anymore. I have to calm down, it's not that far anymore"). Kyara got out of the subway and walked down the station. She looked down some stairs and thought ("have to calm down, have to calm down, just a few stairs, I can do it"). She started to walk down the stairs and almost immediately felt it in her bladder. After leaving the last Stair, her desperation grew to a 10/10 and she leaked ~ 4 seconds. ("Why does this happen to me? I'm sure I lost some drops, the top of my knee socks feels a bit wet. I need to do my best, I'm almost home and it feels like I could piss myself every second now"). She pressed her hand into her crotch (through her skirt) and started to walk. ~ 4 minutes later her hand started to feel wet, she thought she completly lost it, when she leaked for another 7 seconds. ("No no no no no, I'm pissing myself, I can't, does someone see me? how am I going to explain this? I need to regain controll, before everything is lost. My Skirt feels a bit wet and my socks feel pretty wet aswell, what should I do?") Kyara looks down body. She's seeing a small puddle, and her inside of her knee socks seem to glister a bit. ("I need to get home now, or I'll be there completly wet"). She started to walk again and ~ 3 minutes later she stopped under a tree. ("I... I can't take another step, what should I do?") She looks down. Moonlight is illuminating the lower half of her body. She feels like the strenght of her bladder is fading. (I can't, I'm almost at home, I can almost see the door"). She's holding her crotch as hard as she can, in a last ditch effort. She felt her bladder giving out and a wet feeling spreading out from from her crotch, down her legs to her feets. At the same time she is seeing how a glistering wet patch is growing at the front of her skirt. the complete insides of her knee socks are wet and her shoes collected everything that didn't fell to the ground. For a short moment she felt better, empty, humiliated, happy, sad, everything at once. 20 seconds later she thought ("I.... I completly pissed myself... What should I do now? how am I going explain the state of my clothes to mother? How will they think of me? Do they sleep already?). She took of her shoes and let all that piss out. She took out some paper handkerchiefs and in a hurry dried herself as much as possible. When she heard someone approaching from the back, she walked away as fast as she could. ("I hope I don't know that person, I hope I won't meet that person again and if I meet him again I hope he won't recognize me"). When entering her the flat as silently as she could she noticed that her mother is lying in her bed. She swiftly took her Nightgown and a pair of underwear out of her room and entered the bathroom. Washing her clothes in the washing mashine while taking a shower. ~ 6 minutes later her mother knocked on the door. "Why are you using the washing mashine this late?" Kyara answered, "I spilled some lemonade on my self on my way back." "Make it quick." Kyara felt relieved that her mother accepted her excuse. Kyara dreamt for weeks about this day and didn't leave the flat because she "didn't feel well". All the while her mother never mentioned the smell she noticed that day.
Hey everyone. I want to get a few things out of the way before we start. 1.I've finished my intership period. So i have some more time for myself now. I can't promise that i'm gonna upload more frequently but hopefully this means gaps between uploads won't be as big. 2.There will be some Yuri and headcanons incorporated in this story. Tried keeping the characters as close to their canonical selves but there might be some moments that might be considered OoC. I know that Smash-Based stories tend to indulge in headcanons anyway,but i wanted to make that clear for now. Story suggested by @warham1995. Our tale begins in the center of the Palace where Smash Fighters lay low until they're called for the next scheduled fight. A few fighters were resting after a long battle. Some of them were simply sending spirits away and others were there for a lunch and some drinks. Among one of those was the Godess of Light, Lady Palutena. The goddess was having a big glass of Water of Life. A common beverage in Skyworld that served to heal those who drank it. Not like Palutena needed it for it's healing properties. She just enjoyed the taste. She chugged down the last of her big cup and gently laid down the glass,which was swiftly picked up by a Mii. She let out a hearty satisfied huff. "I see you're getting yourself refreshed. For the upcoming exhibition match i take it?" A voice said. Palutena turned her head and saw Lucina standing there. "Not necessarily. I just wanted to have a drink. I am looking forward to purifying you guys on the battle field." Palutena said with a wink. Had Palutena been looking a little closer,she would've noticed the faint blush on Lucina's face. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone slamming their cup against the bar. The two turned to see Samus who had just finished drinking from the same Water of Life Palutena had been taking. "I wouldn't get confident. I've been taking the time to practice lately and i've had some missions between tournaments. I'm ready to take on both of you." Samus replied. "Hmpph...We'll see how long you two can last against me once we're on the field." "Remember that the hands made sure we're all on equal footing here. Being a Goddess doesn't mean you'll automatically win." Samus said as she got up. Palutena smirked and used her powers to warp behind her. "Or does it? anything a human can do,a godess can do better~" Palutena said close to Samus' ear,eliciting a faint blush from the normally stoic bounty hunter. She warped back to her seat and snapped her fingers. Another glass of Water appearing in her hands. "Fancy a drink you two?" Palutena said. Lucina took it without hesitation and Samus followed. The three continued to converse until the time for the tournament's start drew closer. "I think it's about time to head out. You better be at you best." Samus said with a smirk. "I'll see you on the Battlefield,Lady Palutena." Lucina said with a bow. The two left and Palutena was left alone with an empty glass. She placed down the glass and got up from her seat. "Oooooh~" A sharp twinge went through her body. A Telltale sign that her bladder was starting to get full. Yes,even Gods and Goddesses seemed to have their limits. And Palutena's bladder had become pretty full in the past hour thanks to her holding off on using the bathroom and all the Water of Life she had just drank. There was nothing stopping Palutena from warping away towards a bathroom or a secluded area and taking care of her needs...but she didn't... "What's one more match like this?" Palutena said with a smile that was both strained yet full of confidence. She goddess has had several opportunities to relieve herself. But she didn't and for a very simple reason: She enjoyed seeing how long she could last before absolutely could not take it anymore. Now being a goddess, It was a given that she could last much longer than mortals. and the ability to warp also made it easier for her to find somewhere to do her business. With those perks, Palutena had done the self-imposed challenge of holding it as long as possible and she was surprised to see she enjoyed it. "Would the following fighters please make their way to the spawn point? Palutena,Lucina and Samus!" Palutena began to strut towards the designated gathering, smiling through every pang her bladder sent her. "Oh...if they get a good hit in..." Palutena thought to herself as she clutched her bladder. The potential of wetting herself was a part of the challenge that Palutena wasn't very thrilled about. But she did enjoy the challenge of having to dodge while keeping her bladder in check. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lucina took a deep breath, rubbing her thighs and looking around as she waited for the match to start. "Neglected to use the restroom before the match?" Samus said as she noticed Lucina's body language. "I'm just excited for todays match with Palutena!" Lucina said. "Right. Are you hoping to impress her by fighting while on the verge of bursting?" Samus said. "I-I can do it! There isn't enough time now anyway and I've endured hardships while relief was nowhere in sight! I'm not trying to impress her!" Lucina said. "Right,so is your face red simply because it's warm?" Samus asked. "Y-yes. i mean aren't you warm? You're sweating a lot right now." Lucina said. Samus stayed quiet and didn't bother answering. ....At that very moment,Palutena warped in the middle. Startling them booth. Lucina clutched her thights and Samus crossed her legs. "Greetings ladies? are we ready to start the match?" Upon making eye contact with the Goddess of Light, the two quickly straightened themselves. They stepped into the spawn point and disappeared. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The battle had in the bustling Marketplace of Garreg Mach Monastery. Lucina and Zero Suit Samus, focused and determined,traded blows with each other. Their strained facial expressions making it look like they were roughing each other up quite well. In reality, while the blows hurt. They bladders seemed to be having a bigger impact on them. To the point where they couldn't move without making a face. Lucina swiftly swung her Parallel Falchion. She charged forward, unleashing a flurry of sword strikes, each swing precise and calculated. Samus, utilizing her acrobatic kicks and the power of her jet boots, gracefully evades Lucina's attacks, retaliating with quick, well-timed strikes of her own. Despite all the figurative pleading from their bladder, they didn't seem to let up. with the attacks. a blue platform materialized, rocketing the fighters high into the sky and descending rapidly, sending them hurtling back into the next location and as they landed in the Reception Hall, Samus, seizing an opportunity, delivers a powerful kick, causing Lucina to slide back and clutch her body. Zero Suit Samus attempted to gain an aerial advantage with her Flip Jump, but Lucina, ever vigilant, counters with a swift Dolphin Slash. Zero Suit Samus barely manages to recover and had to take a moment to control her bladder. Palutena took the opportunity and struck with a combination of kicks and shield bashes. She raised her staff and struck with her Autoreticle. She goddess smiled and let out a grunt. So far they hadn't managed to land a hit on her yet. Samus flip jumped towards her and had nearly managed to burry her, But Palutena dodged and sent samus flying with her wings. Samus slid back and winced. "Aww,c'mon now. Don't tell you're exhausted already!" Palutena taunted as the rubbed her thighs together. This caused her hips to move in a manner that had captivated Lucina. However, a pang from her own bladder quickly snapped her out of it. She placed a hand between her legs and huffed for a bit before standing upright and rushing towards Palutena. Palutena's staff illuminated as she activated Autoreticle once more, the reticle hovering over Lucina and Samus. The energy blasts streak through the air, momentarily diverting their attention. Explosive flames erupt, creating a dazzling display of light and power. Lucina, continuing to ignore the strain, countered Palutena's advances with her Shield Breaker. However, to her surprise Palutena managed to Parry her Shield Breaker. Lucina stood there,for a moment completely in shock. "Madness..." She said as she started slack jawed at the goddess. Palutena giggled and struck Lucina in her abdomen,causing her to reel back and clutch if once more. "My, You two seem to be grabbing that spot a lot in this match. Are you testing your bladder's limits?" Palutena joked. Samus took the oppotunity and knee'd the goddess in her back,causing her to stumble forward. She caught herself before landing on the ground. "Ahhh! Ohhhh!" Palutena moaned. She almost let go,but she was hanging in there. The noise causing a blush from both Samus and Lucina. "What's with those noises?" Samus teased. Trying to be a stoic as ever,but her movements did not go unnoticed by Palutena. "What's with the shifting? It looks kinda adorable. The Intergalactic Bounty Hunter shifting like she needs to pee. Cute." Palutena teased back. Samus didn't react,but a blush continued to betray how she was feeling. Lucina shook her head. She stood straight up again and charged at Palutena once more. Not wanting to let Samus one-up her and not willing to wet herself right in front of Palutena. She gritted her teeth and charged at the two. Determined to win this match and get the approval she desired from Palutena. Samus seemed to be in the same boat. Despite her gritting and groaning with every move. She still continued fighting and flipping around. Years of bounty hunting meant she was not about to let something as minor as a full bladder restrict her movements. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Mamamia, this has to be the stiffest looking fight i've-a ever seen." Wario said as he watched the fight unfold. Pit observed the fight while drinking some of the Water of Life. He was rooting for Palutena like always. However,he too couldn't help but notice how stiff the Goddess' movements were. Granted,this wasn't the first time he had seen Palutena fight as stiffly as she is right now. That seemed to happen every once in a while. But what caught is attention was the fact that Samus and Lucina seemed to be fighting just as stiffly as she was. "I guess those 3 forgot to make a stop to the loo before fighting. They look like they're on the verge off pissing themselves." Bayonetta said as she took a sip from her drink. Bayonetta's comment caused pit to raise an eyebrow. Maybe that is indeed what was going on. He did see how many glasses of Life Palutena had taken. And he knew from personal experience with the drink that it could go through your body fairly quickly. To the point were those who weren't angels or deities often found themselves making several bathroom visits in just one hour. Pit looked away from the screen for a second and noticed the shifty was Bayonetta was moving. It became apparent to pit that she had to go too. But why wasn't she leaving? was the fight too good for her to leave in the middle to take a pee break? Bayonetta briefly looked at Pit,who blushed and hastily looked back to the screen. A reaction that elicited a smirk from Bayonetta. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the dust settled, the three fighters found themselves momentarily separated. Catching their breath, Eyes locked on each other as each of them shifted uncomfortably. Palutena, her staff glowing with celestial energy, took a defensive stance. Lucina gripped her blade tightly, determination etched on her face. Zero Suit Samus cracked her knuckles. They had several close calls during the match,But their still remained determined. the three fighters charged forward simultaneously. Their battle raged on, each fighter pushing themselves to the limit figuratively and literally. Throught the fight,Palutena has had several close calls. Both Samus and Lucina had managed to get some good hits in and there had been moments during the fight where she was legit worried that she was gonna wet herself. But ultimately managed to hold it in and she felt a sense of pride everytime she stopped a potential leak. The three once again stood still. Palutena was shifting her hips in a wide arc as she contemplated her next move. As much as she enjoyed this,she feared that if this went on any longer,she was genuinely gonna wet herself. Her opponents didn't seem to be doing much better either. Lucina had her legs crossed and her face looked absolutely flushed. However,Lucina was mainly focused on Palutena's movements. She way the goddess was swinging her hips was an entrancing sight to the blue haired swordfighter. A sentiment that unbeknownst to her was shared by Samus. The Bounty hunter was standing behind Palutena and the way parts of her body jiggled with her movements just...stirred something in her. ...Then again,that could just be her bladder begin for release. Samus may have had several types of DNA in her body,but she was still human. A human that was reaching her limit. Wanting to put an end to this,Palutena leaned forward and glided towards Lucina. A powerful twinge from her bladder snapped the swordfighter out of her trance and she took a moment to jam her hands between her legs. She didn't realise that she gave Palutena the opening she needed to finish her off. Palutena summoned her wings and struck her with them. Lucina felt a sharp pain going through her body before she was sent flying and reached the blast zone. "You did well,Lucina. But it seems i have the higher limit after all." Samus said to herself while shifting. She looked at Palutena,who was also taking a moment to catch herself. She took this moment and tried to run towards the Palutena. As she had done the entire match,she completely ignored her screaming and aching bladder. She tried using her Plasma Wire to grab Palutena. But Palutena seemed to have seen this coming and warped right behind Samus. The then raised her staff and summoned a pillar of light that sent Samus flying upwards. She disappeared in the sky and lost her last stock. Palutena took a moment to relax. She had won. She won the fight and had still managed to hold it all in. "Eeeep!" She crossed her legs and jammed her band between them. As proud as she was that she had once again lasted as long as she did,she had to go now or she was gonna wet herself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Y-You're still here?" Samus asked. "Y-Yeah. I-I'm waiting for Palutena." Lucina said. "You sure you don't want to head to the bathroom before the next match starts?" Samus said as she pointed to the way Lucina was shifting. At this point not even trying to conceal how badly she needed to go right now. "How about you then?" Lucina said. Pointing to Samus who was also no longer doing a god job keeping her usually stoic appearance. Before the discussion could continue any further. Palutena warped in front of them and began hovering away from them. Her focus was getting to the bathroom, which thankfully wasn't that far away that she needed to teleport. However, before she could relieve herself, Lucina approached her. "L-Lady Palutena!" Lucina approached her. wincing with everystep. Palutena stopped and turned around. "I uh...i really enjoyed the match" Lucina said with a blush. Palutena smiled back and was just about to leave when Samus stopped her. "Yeah. We should do it again. Hopefully it'll last longer next time." Samus replied with an equally strained expression. "Yeah,sure. Anyways. If you excuse me. I uhh...need to visit the goddess' room." Palutena said. "Oh..O-Of course. I gotta say. You did a good job! I have been holding it the entire fight too. and i was impressed by how you managed to keep yourself compossed so well." Lucina said. "Thanks...now then..." "Too bad,you didn't last very long." Samus teased Lucina. "What do you mean?" Lucina asked. "You were the first to be defeated. You managed to hold it for long,but that moment of reprive you took is what finished you off." Samus said. "I managed to keep it up with the goddess just fine. Samus said as she placed her hand on Palutena's shoulder. "Errr......" "You were shifting and struggling too!" Lucina said. "No i wasn't. I've been going on missions we're i've had to hold it for long periods of time for forever. I know how to keep myself compossed." Samus replied. "So have it! There aren't a lot of opportunities to relieve myself when i'm out helping father during a mission. You're not fooling me. i've seen how you've nearly-" "E-Excuse me,ladies?" Palutena said,wanting this conversation to end already. However,the two seemed insistant on keeping the argument going and eventually Palutena decided to give up and teleport away. This snapped the two out of their argument. They looked around in confusion. "Eeep!" Lucina let out,she could feel a leak in her undergarments. She decided to worry about Palutena latter and focus on using the bathroom before the wet spot becomes bigger. Watching Lucina bolt to the bathroom,Samus decided to do the same thing. As she entered the bathroom, She saw that Lucina had already taken a stall. Samus looked at the stalls. If the lack of a Halo was anything to go by,Palutena didn't warp into this bathroom. "Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..........ohhhhhhh......" Several Moans of relief snapped her out of her thoughts. Samus looked at the stall Lucina was in. The swordfighter so engulfed in her relief that she couldn't surpress the euphoria she was feeling. These noises served to alert Samus and she hastily entered a stall of her own. She locked the door and zipped down her Zero Suit. It was always a pain to remove whenever she needed to relieve herself. She pulled down the suit,now standing almost completely bare naked. She sat down on the toilet and almost immediately let lose a powerful stream of urine. "Ooooooooh.......yeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh........" Samus moaned as relief quickly replaced the stress she had felt during the entire battle. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Palutena warped back to the center of the temple and took a deep breath. She had no idea what had gotten into those two, But she had no interest in dealing with it. Not when her bladder was about to burst. Before she could further attend her needs though, she was greeted by the sight of a blushing pit. Not just a blushing pit though. A blushing pit being teased by Bayonetta. He had his hands in front of him and was sweating profusely. "What are you hiding back there? angel boy?" Bayonetta said as she took steps towards him. Her flushed expression and the stiff way she walked indicated to Palutena that she was in desperate need for the lavatories as well. Pit tried to back away,but Bayonetta continued walking. Letting out ocassional moans every few steps. "Heh.....don't tell me you enjoy watching a lady who is bursting for a pee?" Bayonetta said as she rubbed her thighs together. She grabbed his chin. "Naugthy little thing...." "N-No! Of course not...I-I...." Pit replied with a blush. Palutena glared at the Umbra Witch and dragged Pit away from her. She then proceeded to Warp herself and pit out of there. "Aw...Poor little angel. He is a lot more naughty then i thought~" Bayonetta snickered with a blush. Normally it was her job to take down angels, but she seemed to find an unexplainable amount of joy from toying and teasing him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Palutena and Pit reappeared in the sky. Pit himself was standing right above a few clouds. With no floor and nobody to see other than Palutena herself. "W-Where are we?" Pit asked as he looked around. "Just a place to have some peace." Palutena said. She glanced down and looked a pit as he still had his hands in front him. "You better not be thinking off anything naughty~" Palutena teased. Pit quickly shook his head and backed away. "No... i uhh...i need to pee. I was gonna head to the restrooms when Bayonetta began talking to me and teasing me." Pit said with a blush. Palutena nodded and understood his plight. She clouds Palutena was standing on flew away from the one pit was on. Creating some distance betweem them. "You may do it here." Palutena said. "H-huh?" Pit asked. Palutena didn't respond any further as she herself turned her back to him. Pit was completely confused until he heard the sound of her unbuckling some of her clothes. Pit blushed and turned around. "L-Lady Palutena! What are you-" "You said you had to go too,right?" Palutena said as she continued to move what was needed out of the way and hiked up the front of her dress. Seemingly unbothered by pit's prescence. "T-Too?" Pit's confusion escalated as he heard a slight splatter followed by a moan of relief coming from Palutena. Pit's blush intensified,all the noises painting a very clear picture of what was going on behind him. The noises also served to remind him of his own needs. Remembering that Palutena gave him the go,he began unbuckling his clothes and moving whatever he needed to move out of the way. He felt very awkward about it, but he needed to go pretty badly so he just rolled with it. A stream of urine jetted out of the alien,creating a wide arc that disappeared below the clouds. Both the angel and the goddess sighed as they relieved their aching bladders. They contiued emptying their streams and pit was looking around for something to distract himself. "Umm...so...about that match" "oooooohhh.......What about it?" Palutena said as she clossed her eyes,taking massive amounts of euphoria from finally releasing what she had been holding after so long. That's another aspect of this self-impossed challenge that she liked. The oh-so sweet release. "What was that all about? You guys looked like you were in pain before the match even started." Pit said as he continued to relieve his bladder. "Hmm.....i've been holding off on using the restroom. i guess they were doing the same....Ohh...." Palutena continued with the noises. Pit tried to ignore it and tried focusing on just about anything else to distract himself. But there was nothing but clouds for miles on end. "Umm...so what is this place?" Pit asked as he continued to pee. "Just a place i come to when i need some space. Goddesses have needs to pit." Palutena said as she opened her eyes. Several minutes passed and eventually both of their streams came to and end. Palutena summoned her staff and used some magic. a few sparkles appeared around her waist and then disappeared. Pit readjusted his clothes and kept his gaze away from Palutena. "Are you done?" Palutena asked. "Yeah..." Pit said. Palutena walked up to him and raised her staff. Ready to warp both of them out of there. However,she then looked at pit and smirked. "Did you peek?" She asked. Eliciting a blush from the angel. "N-no! I would never do that to you,Lady Palutena!" Pit said. "You're not gonna be thinking about this moment are you?" Palutena teased him further. "I will not! I'm not like that!" Pit shouted with a fierce blush. Eliciting a giggle from Palutena. The raised her staff and then warped the two away from the sky. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So....how long have you felt this way about her?" Samus asked as her urine continued to cascade in the toilet. Their streams had been going on for a while and she needed something to distract her. "I've been enamored with her since the 4th tournament." Lucina replied. The conversation proving to be a good distraction while they emptied their aching bladders. "Well,i can't say i don't see where you're coming from." Samus replied. "Do you like her too?" Lucina asked. "I....May or may not have started feeling something towards her since the start of this tournament. I didn't know what came over me at first. I've never really felt this way towards someone..." Samus said. The sound of pee stream continued to echo through the bathroom.... "So do we tell her or....?" Samus asked. "I think it would be in our best interested if we apologized first." Lucina said as she reached for some toilet paper. Samus simply grunted in response as she reached for a wad herself and used it to clean herself. "Oooooohhhh....." Another voice echoed through the bathroom. "Bayonetta?" Samus asked. "One and only...haaahh...." Bayonetta said as she relieved herself. Her wicked weaves had completely vanished. leaving her almost naked much like Samus who was busy zipping her suit back up. "....You two were fighting like you had something holding you back. I guess this answers it." Bayonetta said jokingly as she continued relieving herself. The sound of the toilet flushing echoed through the bathroom as the two fighters fixed their clothes and left their respective stalls to wash their hands. "So what's this i just heard about "should we tell her?"" Bayonetta asked with curiousity as they continued to relieve themselves. "We uhhh....We had a bit of an argument. That all i'd rather say on the matter." Lucina said. "Is that why she was so pissy when she game to get the angel boy? Or was is it because she was just as desperate as you two?" Bayonetta asked. Lucina and Samus glanced at each other. They had to find her and apologise. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eventually they ran into Palutena who was having a conversation with pit. She spotted the two fighters approaching her. "Umm...Lady Palutena. I would like to umm...Apologise for our behaviour earlier." Lucina said. "Yeah,we wanted to see who had done a better job in the fight and we kinda got carried away." Samus replied. Palutena took a long sip from her Water of Life. Pit was amazed that she still wanted to drink that,given that earlier she seemed like she had been holding a lot of that in. She put down her glass and sighed. "Well. It was a little umpleasant. But i'll let it slide. Just let's not argue while standing near a restroom next time." Palutena said. the two nodded and sat down. "But you two were holding it for the entire fight? I'm impressed. Even with all the hits and how often you two stopped. You still continued the fight instead of surrendering. And i really want to applaud you two for it." Palutena said. this caused both of them to blush and smile. "That means a lot coming from you." Lucina said. "Hmmm....You know. We could do it again." Samus said. "Hmmm?" Palutena raised her eyebrow. "Another match like this. See how long you can hold in your pee during a match. Just like we did today." Samus said. "I'd be down for that." Palutena said. Lucina stayed silent for a bit before smiling. "Yeah,i'd be willing to participate too..." She said with a blush. Palutena looked at pit. "Pit,can you get us some more Water of Life please?" "Of course,Lady Palutena." The angel said as he left. The three ladies began engaging in a conversation. Talking about how they were gonna go about the match while playfully trashtalking each other. All while taking some glasses of the water. Soon in the days that followed they began doing this challenge more frequently and it seemed to bring the three closer and close together. .....Maybe they might grow closer if this keeps up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hope the story was enjoyable. I'll admit, i struggled with the fighting scene a bit. Actually having to come up with how fights are gonna play out are something i consistently struggle with when writting these fics. Writting these interactions is fun. Writing the fight scenes themselves has my brain doing a battle of it's own.
There is sexual content in this! If this is not for you, stop reading at "she stared at Sandra with empathy..." Sandra was a posh, middle class young girl, aged 19. She came from money and didn't understand the words "Homeless shelter" or "Food Stamps". Sandra was used to using her mummy and daddy's credit cards when buying anything for herself, but they were tired of her not having independence, especially when going into college, so they stopped her from using the credit cards and told her to get a job. In this job at an office, she had managed to earn herself some money and an avid amount of enemies. John and Claire hated Sandra, especially the way she treated them. She would spit in their coffee, disrupt their work for menial issues and talk badly of them with her friends. They had enough, but didn't know how to make sure she stopped. HR did almost nothing and their co-workers wouldn't get involved. One day, they had noticed Sandra being quiet and more "shuffly" than usual. John and Claire observed her behaviour and realised that she needed to pee. Badly. So they took it to John's desk and planned out her disaster. "Oh, Claire, I would ask you to go photocopy these papers but I'm sure you're too stupid to even do that." Sandra snorted and walked away, swaying her hips from side to side, a little bounce in her step. She walked up to the singular unisex bathroom available in their sector and tried the door, but to no avail. "Ugh...open up, I need to go real bad." "Occupied!" John shouted with a slight chuckle. Sandra grabbed the hem of her skirt and crossed over her legs before walking back to her desk and sitting at her computer, which displayed a chat group and youtube. Claire giggled to herself as she watched Sandra twist and turn in her seat, her hand slowly sliding down to her crotch. Her eyes darted around in fear as she gripped her covered up pussy tightly, individual fingers covering her pee hole from the inevitable spillage of her piss. Claire laughed to herself as John slowly made his way out of the bathroom without alerting Sandra. This was going to be a good plan. 10 minutes went past and Sandra went to try the bathroom again, her ass wriggling around in her short, tight skirt. With one try of the bathroom handle came a small "Occupado!" from Claire. "Ugh, will you hurry up? I'm about to burst!" Sandra walked away, huffing and puffing as Claire's coy giggles echoed from the bathroom. Sandra's subtle crotch holding turned into an unashamed yet demanding pussy grabbing and her hip wriggles turned into bouncing in her seat, quiet moans escaping her mouth. Claire and John looked in fascination as they watched their workplace bully become completely defeated and vulnerable. "Never knew she'd be like that." John mumbled. "I would've thought she was gonna have some more decorum, though." Claire responded just as quietly, catching a glimpse of John's hard on, as opposed to her own damp panties from her arousal. They both got off on this. But they didn't even know. After a while, it was clear that Sandra's issue became more than a simple full bladder. She couldn't even work, all her focus went onto holding her insanely full bladder. Sweat was visibly dripping from her forehead as her movement turned rapid, her hands going numb from clamping them against her quivering vagina. John and Claire could only imagine how wet her panties were becoming. How much leakage came out from her attempt to hold back her flood. With great difficulty, Sandra stood from out of her chair, her hands attached to her vagina shamelessly. John stood from his desk and rushed over to Sandra, giggling to Claire. Before Sandra could reach out to open the now available bathroom, John appeared infront of her, sheets of paper held out. "Photocopying duty! These need photocopying." John grinned. "R-right now? But there's so many!" John could see Sandra's wriggling and bouncing, which gave him an even bigger hard on that was almost noticeable. "Boss needs em ASAP soooo...you should get on with it." John shoved the papers in Sandra's arms, grinning widely before walking away. Sandra was left with a heavy pile of papers in her weak, shaking arms, her legs wrapping themselves around each other to substitute for the missing hand. With much hesitation, Sandra walked - well, waddled - to the photocopier. Her hips moved around in a circular motion as she stood before the photocopier in the corner of their office. She looked around the office to see what attention she has garnered, which was disappointing for her when she realised that almost everyone was staring at her with disgust. A whimper left her mouth as she began to slowly form into a crouch, still moving her hips in a circular motion slowly. Eventually, she was able to throw the papers onto the desk and clamp her hands up her skirt. Pee began to dribble out of her, drop by drop. She stretched out the front of her panties to see inside, viewing the damages the leaks had created. Her shaven pussy was wet from the leaks was squished in between her twisted legs. Eventually, visible pee was rolling down her legs and it was unstoppable for her. "Oh, I think she's gonna burst...oh my god look!" Claire and John's eyes followed Sandra's as she ran to the bathroom, pee squirming out of her in 2 second intervals. Everyone's eyes were on her as she doubled over and grabbed the bathroom door handle. "Oooooh...I need a wee!" Sandra gasped and clamped her legs together, looking behind her in shame, her eyes wired shut as she made eye contact with a now sexually aroused John and Claire. "D-don't look." Sandra squeaked out. Silence struck the office. Then a loud hissing sound was heard. Her bladder had gave way and the bathroom was free all along. She was humiliated and could only sit on the floor next to the bathroom with her head in her hands, her pee still dribbling out in its final stages of her accident. "Oh that was hot..." John whispered in Claire's ear as she stared at Sandra with a bit of empathy. "Come with me." Claire followed John subtly, following him into their workplaces supply closet. With no warning, John's lips were pressed against hers, his huge hands wrapped around her small figure. Claire and John began stripping silently, their hands laid on each other in short intervals. John's large erect penis bounced out as he slid his boxers down his toned legs, his eyes on Claire's perky C cup breasts. His middle finger slid in between her flaps, feeling her aroused wetness. John lined his penis up to her vagina, slowly inserting it in as he held her right leg with his left arm. It was clear to them that they were fucking upright in a supply closet of their workplace, but they were too distracted by their own arousal. Their skin slapped against one another as John thrusted his manhood into Claire's wide open hole, her fingernails digging into his arms. Their bodies intertwined as they slowed down the pace, John's index finger pressed up to Claire's lips in an attempt to silence her moans. "O-oh fuck...I-I'm gonna cum. J-Johnnn-" Claire's eyes rolled back, her head tilting back. John pushed a strand of Claire's jet black hair out of her face, smiling to let her know she can let go. Eventually, with their faced contorted and their breath hitching, they came together. Claire and John kissed passionately, before dressing and returning to work. Who knew a humiliating situation could turn into a sex session with your workplace crush?!
Yesterday I was reading some stuff on the omorashi board and somebody mentioned something about people having to pee on a boat and it reminded me I had this story that I've been meaning to write for a while now. Several things inspired this story. I'm pretty sure that when I thought of this back in like January 2022 it was because I remember somebody mentioning that sometimes women would pee in a bucket when they were on a boat like that. Indeed I once asked my dad what they do when he goes fishing on the boat and he said that they have nothing but a bucket, and he said that a woman like me would probably not enjoy something like that. Then more recently somebody posted on the omorashi board about guys at a boat party with women where there were no bathrooms, so the guys were just peeing in battles or Pringles cans or something like that as the women were looking on with an astonished look on their face, and I thought that that would have been pure torture. I saved the picture that inspired this and I will try to include it here. Then I thought to myself about the fact that one time my dad when he went fishing his boat broke down and they had to get the Coast Guard to rescue him. So basically all of these things pretty much combined in my mind and ultimately ended up making up all of the different plot points of this story. For the record I have never really been on a boat since I was a child, and luckily in that case there was a bathroom on board. So I can't really speak from experience in this situation, but once again if I found myself in that situation I probably would have reacted the same way as Jill did, because as always my characters are basically pretty much all based off of me! Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/12730.html The Boat and the Bucket "I have never been to a boat party before, what's that like," Jill said. "It's a party but on a boat," Arthur said giving a thumbs-up. "I mean what more do you really want me to say beyond that? It's just going to be a bunch of us guys and gals hanging out on the boat and everything, and I'm sure it will be a lot of fun." "Okay I guess I will go, a boat trip sounds interesting, I'll be looking forward to it." Later that weekend. "All aboard," Arthur said as he, Jill, Stacy, Chrissy, Gilbert, George and Andrew all got on the boat. "We are now leaving port." The boat started pulling away from the shore and everybody started mingling. It looked like a pretty small boat for a party but Jill figured it didn't have to be anything fancy. She started talking with her friends and they all started having a bunch of drinks that they brought along. As Jill continued drinking she was noticing that she was starting to feel a pressure in her bladder, and the fact that they were surrounded on all sides by water certainly wasn't helping the situation. In fact as she started looking at the water, the sound of all of that water rushing along was starting to make her rather frantic and making it hard to concentrate on anything other than the fact that she needed to go to the bathroom. "Hey everyone, I'm on the poop deck," Gilbert said as he laughed and sprayed some drinks all around. "Right now I'm not needing a poop so much as," Jill said not wanting to let everyone know that she had to pee really badly. "What's the matter Jill?" Arthur said as he continued guzzling down his drink. "Where's the ladies room on this boat," Jill said looking around, as it was only then that she realized she didn't seem to see any signs of a bathroom on the boat. "Well this is a small boat Jill, not one of those fancy boats that has bathrooms or anything," Arthur said as he continued drinking. "What the hell you talking about, how do you have a boat without bathrooms on it?" Jill said, not wanting to panic, but as she realized that she had to go to the bathroom noticeably bad, and seeing everybody spraying drinks and guzzling down drink after drink certainly wasn't helping. "Not all boats have a bathroom," George said. "What do you do if you have to go to the bathroom though?" Jill said. "All of this talk about peeing makes me realize I have to drain the lizard," Andrew said as he went to the side of the boat and began peeing into the water. Jill cringed as she saw Andrew peeing loudly into the water, and he didn't seem to be all that shy about it. "Not all of us can just pee over the side of the boat like that you know," Jill said, and she could see that Stacy and Chrissy looked as though they were looking at each other as though they probably had to go to the bathroom as well, since they had all been drinking for much of the day. Arthur shook his head. "You know I guess we haven't really been out on the boat all that much. Basically it's just been us guys who have gone out on the boat every so often, and then usually we are back pretty quickly, and if we have to pee we usually just pee over the side of the boat into the water. You know water water everywhere." "Yes there is water water everywhere, and it's certainly not helping," Jill said as she found herself involuntarily crossing her legs as the others on the boat started smirking and snickering. "You know if you were going to bring girls on this boat you should have taken into consideration the fact that we are going to have to go to the bathroom at some point!" "Well if you're afraid of hanging your ass over the side of the boat because you're worried about sharks or something we do have an option B," Gilbert said as he held up a bucket. "A bucket, you actually expect me to piss in a bucket?" Jill said as she folded her arms and shook her head. Gilbert put down the bucket and shrugged his shoulders. "Well those are pretty much the only options, you can either pee in the bucket or you could hang your ass over the side of the boat and just pee into the ocean. Or I guess you could just hold it." Jill frowned. "I guess I will hold it then." The guys sort of laughed, but Jill could see that Stacy and Chrissy didn't look as amused, and were probably on the same page as she was when it came to urgently needing a bathroom. They were probably expecting that the boat had some kind of a bathroom, it was a pretty reasonable expectation she thought, but maybe she had thought wrong as her current circumstances seemed to suggest. As everybody continued drinking, and the guys continued peeing over the side of the boat, Jill found herself pacing back and forth crossing and uncrossing her legs increasingly often with each passing minute. She stared off into the horizon and she could see that there was no sign of land anywhere. "Do you think that we are going to be getting back soon, we've been out here for a couple of hours now and it's starting to get late," Jill said, as now she was truly desperate. "Why do you want to turn back so soon," Andrew said before he remembered how badly she had to go to the bathroom when he suddenly smiled and began laughing. "You know I think that Jill's right, I think I kind of," Stacy said as she sort of looked at the bucket and made a motion with her eyes. "I can see that I'm probably the only woman who has ever been on a boat like this before," Chrissy said as she laughed. "No way am I peeing in a bucket," Jill said as she looked at the bucket. They were just standing out there in the middle of the ocean, and if she was squatting in a bucket it would be perfectly obvious to everybody what exactly she was doing. She didn't think she would ever be able to go to the bathroom with everybody watching. "You know you don't have to pee in a bucket, there's a more discreet way about doing it," Gilbert said as he took out one of his empty soda bottles and started unzipping his fly. "Well what are you doing now," Jill said as Gilbert smiled and laughed as he turned around and everyone started to hear a loud hissing noise going into the bottle. A moment later Gilbert turned around holding up a bottle full of piss as everybody began laughing. "That's really gross," Stacy said as Gilbert shook the bottle full of pee in her direction causing her to run away from him. "You know that's a lot easier to do if you have a penis," Jill said, now more frantic than ever at having seen Gilbert pee into a bottle like that. "Fair enough, but if you want to try we have plenty of other bottles," Gilbert said holding up an empty bottle and waving it at the girls who simply laughed and shook their heads. As the guys continued laughing about their pee bottles, the women started going to the other side of the boat and looking a little bit more uncomfortable by the moment. "How do you have a boat without bathrooms," Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Now this was just getting intolerable, and as the sound of the ocean in every direction couldn't be drowned out she was finding it even harder to control herself. "Hey everybody, I think I filled up the biggest bottle of all," George said as he held up a bottle of pee. "This is so not funny," Jill said. "You know I think that we should start heading back to shore, not everybody can just pee in a bottle or piss over the side of the boat you know." Arthur shook his head. "We've actually gotten pretty far from shore, so I think that maybe you are right, we probably should be heading back, but we aren't going to be back for probably a while now." "How long is a while now?" Jill said as Stacy and Chrissy nodded. Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "I mean we should be back in just another hour or two." "An hour or two," all of the girl said simultaneously looking at each other before looking at the guys. "Okay forget that, I am just going to pee over the side of the boat," Chrissy said. "Seriously?" Jill said, sort of have smiling at the thought of Chrissy hanging her ass over the side of the boat pissing into the ocean. "Yeah I have been on a boat before, I know how to piss over the side of the boat," Chrissy said as she started going to the edge of the boat. "Well turn around, I don't want you all to watch!" The guys all turned around as Jill and Stacy looked at Chrissy. "It's no big deal, you just have to balance things properly, here form a barrier around me, I don't trust the guys not to look," Chrissy said as she started unbuckling her jeans as Stacy and Jill stood in front of her. Jill had to admit that her heart was racing, was Chrissy really going to pee into the ocean like that? She had to admit that she had never seen another woman hanging over the side of the boat with her ass hanging out peeing into the ocean before, and the thought of it was getting her excited. Stacy and Jill stood there blocking Chrissy from the view of the guys, and although it took her a moment to get started, they soon heard the sound of a loud hissing pee going right into the ocean as Jill and Stacy sort of tapped their feet nervously and awkwardly in agitation. They then heard the sound of Chrissy pulling up her pants and buckling her belt. "Okay you guys can turn around now," Chrissy said as they all turned and looked at her with a big smile on her face. "That feels so much better!" Jill and Stacy frowned as this was just too much. "Screw it, I'm going to use the damn bucket," Stacy said barely able to stand still as she danced from place to place. "Seriously you too," Jill said as she could see that Stacy was dead serious about it. "Yeah you guys stand in front of me so that the boys don't look at me," Stacy said as all of the guys shrugged their shoulders, laughed and turned around as Chrissy and Jill stood in front of her with their backs turned to her. "Everything okay," Chrissy said after a minute. "I don't hear anything." "Look it's kind of hard for me to go like this, it's really embarrassing," Stacy said. "Just give me a minute okay." "Well if you need any help relaxing just think about all that water swishing back and forth on the ocean, all those waves crashing," Chrissy said as she started making hissing noises. "Oh my God please stop," Jill said as she crossed her legs together tightly and grabbed herself. Chrissy laughed. "It looks like I'm having the effect on the wrong person." "Oh my God," Stacy said right before they heard the sound of a loud hissing noise hitting the metallic bottom of the bucket which went on for a really long time. Then Stacy stopped for a minute before continuing again. "Jesus are you almost done," Jill said, as now she was tightly crossing her legs. "Just give me a minute," Stacy said as they heard the sound of her standing up and pulling up her pants. "Okay you guys can turn around now." Jill and Chrissy turned around and they saw Stacy there holding up the bucket which looked especially full. "Well guys if this is a pissing contest I think I have you beat hands down," Stacy said as she emptied the bucket into the ocean as the guys jumped back. "Are you trying to splash us with that!" Gilbert said as Stacy laughed. "It's payback for the pee bottle earlier," Stacy said as she and Chrissy laughed. "So Jill, what about you?" As Jill stood there very clearly having trouble standing still, as everybody else glared at her, she simply shook her head. "No way am I peeing in the bucket or over the side of the boat, just get us home and quickly!" Jill said as everybody laughed as she stood there with her legs tightly crossed. "Guys I think we have a problem," Arthur said. "The boat is not starting." "That is so not even funny," Jill said as she hopped up and down in place crossing her arms over her chest. "No, I'm not joking, the boat is really not starting, come and look for yourself," Arthur said as they tried for the next several minutes to get the boat to restart. "I guess we will have to call the Coast Guard to come and rescue us," George said as he got on his phone. "The Coast Guard, how long is that going to take," Jill said as she pressed her knees tightly together. "They said that they should hopefully be here within the hour," George said as he got off the phone with the Coast Guard. "An hour!" Jill said as she felt her heart sinking. "Well that's good, an hour's not that bad," Arthur said. "Not that bad, this is a catastrophe!" Jill said as she began pacing back and forth. "Well Jill there's always another option," Stacy said as she patted Jill on the back and held up the bucket. "This is not funny you guys!" Jill shouted as she stomped her foot down before grabbing herself because that action did not help her full bladder. "Actually it is pretty funny honestly," Chrissy said. "Hey I stood in front of you so that the guys wouldn't watch you peeing!" Jill said. "Well will do the same for you Jill," Stacy said once again holding up the bucket and knocking on it with her hands. "Yeah just try not to think about it, try not to think about all of the ocean waves crashing around us, all of that water just splashing and trickling everywhere," Chrissy said laughing. "Shut up shut up shut up!" Jill said covering her ears as she continued to dance around in place. This was an unbearable nightmare, and to compound the problem the guys continued peeing over the side of the boat again and again, almost like they were really rubbing it in her face the fact that she was not doing likewise. "You know I think I almost feel like I need the bucket again," Stacy said laughing. "Well if you're going to use the bucket I'm going to watch," Jill said. Chrissy smiled. "Really, you want to watch her peeing? You want to stand there watching as she lets her loud stream of urine make a loud hissing noise as it hits the bottom of the bucket?" Chrissy and Stacy both began laughing as did the guys. "Well I'm not going to stand in front of you either," Jill said crossing her arms and shaking her head, feeling like starting a one-woman mutiny, but a mutiny on a boat that is stranded at sea is probably an exercise in futility, as it's not like she could take that boat anywhere, and it wasn't going to get her back to the shore anytime sooner. "Well I'll stand in front of you," Chrissy said. "And when you're done with the bucket I think I could use the bucket as well!" "Jesus Christ you already went!" Jill said as she tried her best to ignore the sound of Chrissy and Stacy hissing loudly into the bucket before tossing their pee overboard. "Jesus Christ are you some kind of a whale or something," Arthur said as Stacy and Chrissy laughed. Jill continued pacing back and forth across the deck of the boat, ironically across the poop deck, but at the moment poop was not what she wanted, she just wanted to have a nice long refreshing pee. Fortunately eventually people got tired of teasing her over the fact that she had to go to the bathroom, but she could see that everybody else was still lighthearted, and the guys never stopped peeing over the side of the boat or even being polite enough to try and disguise what they were doing, and continued doing it in a really obvious manner, and Jill practically wanted to push them overboard! "What's that, is that the Coast Guard," Jill said as she saw another boat approaching as she started jumping up and down waving over to them. "Thank God, it took long enough!" "You know so many people like to go out and party on boats and this seems to happen more often than ever," the woman from the Coast Guard said as she laughed. "I'm Rebecca and I guess we will take you back on our boat." "Please for the love of God tell me you have a bathroom on that boat," Jill said now not even disguising the fact that she was grabbing herself and practically shaking. Rebecca laughed. "I'm afraid not, but don't worry, we should be back within hopefully a half hour to an hour." Jill began whimpering and balling her hands into fists as Rebecca very slowly helped her to get on to the other boat, but the pressure in her bladder was overwhelming and each step was agony. "Let me guess, this is your first time on a boat and you didn't realize that there wasn't going to be a bathroom on board," Rebecca said as Jill gritted her teeth and nodded. "That's what more experienced boating women will eventually learn the hard way." For the rest of the ride home Jill was glad at least she had some place to sit down. but she could barely sit still as she sat there with her legs tightly crossed. crossing and uncrossing them like a maniac until they finally reached the shore. "Gangway I've gotta pee!" Jill said right before Rebecca jumped off the boat before her and went running to the single user bathroom and slamming the door. Jill began pounding loudly on the door. "Oh my God please hurry up, it's an emergency!" Finally Rebecca came out of the bathroom smiling. "Sorry, but you're not the only woman who has been out at sea surrounded by water all day without a bathroom break!" Jill practically snarled as she pushed Rebecca aside, slammed the door shut, and jerked her pants down right before falling onto the toilet and exploding as she could feel her ass practically vibrating on the seat from the intensity with which the urine left her body. When she finally came out of the bathroom everybody was clapping. "You know we didn't measure but judging by the length of time and the sound of it that was at least two buckets worth," Stacy said as everybody laughed. "Next time we had better get a boat with bathrooms," Jill said as everybody continued laughing.
2 boys love girls desperate to pee. Since they can remember they get turned on very much about girls who are needing to wee, but did not go, could not go, or were not allowed to go. They had some experiences in the school were girls were desperate, because they did not get permission to go to the toilet and they had some experiences were they made girls wait and hold, but the chances were very rare. They decided to finde a girl who was ready to hold it for them and maybe she let them torture her full bladder. If they would not find a maso girl, they would have been ready to pay for that. They did read at a special page at the internet „young escort girl comply and satisfy all wishes, even they are especially.“ That sounds good, they thought, but pee holding and bladder torture maybe a bit to much special? She looked very nice and cute at the fotos and therefore they decided to try it and wrote that they are 2 boys and they would like to rent her for one evening and one night. The girl was private, she had no agency and she was young in one’s job, but she agreed although it was her first time with 2 boys. They met for a dinner at a Italien restaurant. The girl looked great and very sexy in her super short dress. She was very slim and had pretty slender, naked legs. They had a good Italian food and they did care that the girl was getting enough to drink and they did try to prevent that she did use the toilet at the restaurant. She was a student and just some months over 18 and absolutely new in that „job“. She told them that it was not easy for her to decide to make escort and sometimes a little more, but she is needing the money very urgently. The boys were as well just a little bit over 18 and were still living at their parents house, therefore they had to take a hotel for the night. As they arrived in the hotel room, they were all three a little bit nervous and had to calm down. The boys have never been before with a girl in a hotel and the girl „did it“ never before with 2 boys. They started to touch and to caress each other, they kissed and stripped slowly their clothes. The girl had a great, slim very good shaped body. The boys were young, slim and sporty and were good looking as well. 3 young very sexy naked bodies on the way to one double bed. ”Sorry but i need to the toilet before, i had to many drinks and i was a bit nervous.” Said the girl. The two boys were hard at the moment and one of them asked “ is it very urgently, or can you wait?” ”It is urgently, but i can wait, but why should i wait?” Asked the girl. ”Because we love it so much if a girl is needing to go, but don’t go! We get turned on so much if a girl suppress her urge and hold it back very long.”Answered the boy. ”I am needing to wee since before we started with the dinner, but i did not want to be unprofessional, i did not want to leave you alone at the table, therefore i did not go to the toilet and wanted to wait until we are at the hotel. But if you like that so much, i don’t go now.” Said the girl. The boys were glad about it and they went all three to the large double bed and were lying down. The boys had to be careful not to seem to brutal and to perverse and had to be careful not to destroy the good mood. ”How long do you want that i wait?” Wanted the girl know. ”You wrote at your page, that you satisfy special wishes and we think that pee holding is something special.” Said the boy. ”We pay a good extra money if you hold it for us, if you make your bladder very, very full and if you let us massage your full bladder.” Said the other boy. ”That sounds really crazy, but you 2 are cute and nice and i need the money. I’ll do it for you!! How much money to i get and how long do i have to hold it?” She wanted to know. Money was not a problem, because one of the boys parents were rich, so could be the offer for the girl good and satisfying, but how long she would have to hold it, she wanted to know. ”As long as absolutely possible, maybe until tomorrow morning.” Said one of the boys. ”Until tomorrow!!!??? You 2 are absolutely crazy.” Said the girl. “Oh yea, we are crazy about you and your full bladder!” Said the boy. They caressed the girl with 4 hands, they kneaded her firm breasts, they licked her smooth skin, pushed their fingers in her slit and pressed and pushed in the girls abdomen until she was moaning from needing to wee. One after the other pushed his penis in the “girlcunt “but they did try not to cum, because they wanted to stay horny all night long. The girls need became more and more worse and her bladder became more and more visible in her very flat belly. The boys pressed and pushed on the girls swollen, bulging bladder until she crossed her legs very tight and until was moaning and groaning from needing to wee so bad. The boys did love it and could not get enough from torturing her poor bladder and pressed harder and harder in and on the girls abdomen. ”Boys, more i can’t stand, that is the limit of my endurance. If you press that hard it feels like my bladder will burst and explode!!” Said the girl and was shaky her body from the effort to hold her wee back inside her. “Girl, you are so gorgeous, you drive us absolutely crazy, you can’t even imagine how much you turn us on. To do that with a girl what we are doing now with you, is where from we are dreaming since we can remember.” Said one boy. ” You say that you can’t stand more pressure, but i am sure that you can bear up to hold it much longer, i think we should give you a rest period, or better a rest period for your bladder, we should sleep for about 3 or 4 hours and then we should start again with our sexy game.”Said the other boy. ”To sleep for some hours will be a really good idea, but i must necessarily piss before! I can’t sleep with my bladder that full.” Answered the girl and caressed her belly swollen from her so much overfilled bladder. ”Oh no, you will not go to the toilet now, you will wait until early morning.” Said both boys at the same time and made her a offer to pay a extra bonus for sleeping full. The girl was needing to wee very bad, her bladder was visible pregnant and hard, but she could not resist, the bonus was to attractive, she did not go to the toilet and she did not pee, she did suffer for the boys and for their pleasure. The boys did take the girl between them , their bodies were lying like a sandwich, hard pressed together to each other. The boys could not resist to press “unintended “ in the girls belly to make her moan and to hear her moan. They “had” to use the situation to have a pretty girl between them, who is needing to wee since hours and to have the opportunity and the chance to torture her and her bladder. Some hours later they waked up , it was about 4am and the girl wanted to get out of the bed, but they did not let her. She told them that she has to pee so badly that she can’t take it anymore, she said that she has reached her physical limit and that she would wet the bed if they don’t let her go. The boys had still not enough, they wanted more and offered her a super bonus for one more hour holding and for “playing “ with her and her sexy overfilled pee ball. ”Try to hold it in as best you can, just for one more hour.” Said the boy. ”I have to pee so badly, it hurts so much.” Said the girl, but she could again not resist about the bonus. One more hour the boys “played “ with the girl, they pressed and pushed on her belly and tortured her poor, bursting full bladder. The girl was now at her absolutely limit and how promised, they did let her to the loo and she did let them watch pissing. It was hissing very loud, it was literally bursting out of her for an unbelievable long time. After she did her so much needed wee, they went back in the bed and fucked like crazy until the morning. The girl told them that she never before in her whole life was needing to wee so bad and so painful then before. The boys told her that they never before saw a girl who was needing to wee so bad and so urgently and that they never before were so aroused and so horny. At the morning they did leave the hotel together, all 3 were satisfied and happy and all 3 agreed that they will meet again. I think the girl agreed for another reason than the boys.
Haven't seen much Omo content for Engage, so here's a little one shot I wrote 🙂 Ivy raced toward Elusia Castle as it fell. It broke her heart that she hadn’t been there, but she’d come as fast as she could once she heard the screams. Out in the streets, men, women, and children all panicked. She tried to use her status as First Princess to assure them it would be okay, but that did little good. “King Hyacinth is dead. Eaten by the Fell Dragon he tried to resurrect!” a man shouted as his children began to cry. Ivy had heard those two sentences repeated ad nauseum as she tried to make her way back to the castle. The man who’d raised herself and Hortensia had gone mad with a power he could not understand before dying one of the most gruesome deaths imaginable. She hoped it was a lie but knew deep down it wasn’t. She still had to save her sister though! There was a ghastly roar as castle walls crumbled and the Fell Dragon climbed out onto the battlements. Ivy scanned the area for Hortensia but there was no sign of her sister. She took a deep breath and mounted her wyvern flying straight into the action. The Corrupted swarmed the castle walls spread out into the streets attacking knights and civilians alike. Ivy cast Arcfire as she flew hoping that she could make some kind of difference in her kingdom’s darkest hour. Then she heard Hortensia scream. She was in the courtyard. Ivy took off in that direction only to come face to face with the Fell Dragon. She unleashed her strongest spells at the hideous beast, but they effectively bounced off and enraged the dragon further. The Fell Dragon unleashed a blast of dark energy which hit her wyvern in the tail. Ivy screamed as she began to plummet to the ground. She landed with a crash and felt several broken bones in her leg. She tried to unbuckle from her wyvern’s saddle, but a wave of Corrupted surrounded her. There was no way she could possibly fight them all. Her blood ran cold and her legs grew warm as her bladder voided adding some humiliation to her own death at the Fell Dragon’s hands. “Hortensia!” she screamed. Back in the Somniel, Ivy jolted awake. Her racing heart slowed as she found Hortensia sleeping across from her on the other side of the room. That calmed Ivy down until she became acutely aware of her predicament. She was lying in a massive puddle. A giant stain covered her sheets, and her nightgown was naturally soaked as well. She’d peed an awful lot and the pungent smell meant she had to clean up immediately. She’d had recurring nightmares since leaving Elusia, but they’d never gotten this bad. She was the First Princess of Elusia, and she’d wet the bed like a small child! Her face burned with embarrassment as she pulled her blankets off the bed and tiptoed out the door. At least there were several more hours till dawn. The Somniel was silent aside from the animals snoozing in the yard by the farmhouse. Ivy made her way to the grotto as fast as possible to avoid being discovered. She entered the cave and was thankful the guardian spirit Somni now slept in Alear’s room. The little guy would not like what Ivy was about to do to the water in his grotto. Ivy sat down in the pool and was relieved as the cool water washed over her and took the humiliating stain on her gown with it. She then climbed out and submerged her blankets. A slight odor remained, so she dunked them in the pool a few more times. Feeling satisfied, she headed to the corner of the cave to spread her blankets out. Ivy stopped in her tracks. Another set of wet blankets were lying in the spot she planned on using. Her heart raced. “Who else is awake at this hour?” she hadn’t noticed anyone on her walk, but had admittedly been half asleep. She nervously ventured outside the grotto in search of another place to dry her blankets. She found Yunaka leaning against the grotto wall with a relieved smile on her face. There was just enough light for Ivy to see her pants growing a shade darker as she sat in a steadily growing puddle. She made eye contact with Ivy and stifled a scream as Ivy dropped her blankets in shock. “I… Um… Hi Princess Ivy. This isn’t what it looks like, I swear!” Yunaka said. “So, you’re not peeing your pants in the middle of the night?” Ivy asked. Yunaka’s face went crimson as she tried to come up with an explanation before stopping herself. “Wait a minute. You’re carrying wet blankets! Explain yourself!” “I had a terrible dream with some side effects that carried over to the real world,” Ivy said with a blush. Yunaka nodded. “I can’t imagine what you’re dealing with given the current state of Elusia. If it makes you feel any better, I had a nightmare of my own and also wet the bed. I had to pee again by the time I was done washing my blankets and I just went cause my pants are wet anyway." “Well, I’m not sure what exactly you’re dealing with, but I hope your dreams can go back to normal soon,” Ivy said. “I hope the same for you. But while you're here... Would you be willing to summon some fire spells and speed up the drying process? Yunaka asked. “Good plan,” Ivy said. Yunaka dipped in the grotto’s pool and came back to Ivy and the blankets. Ivy summoned a floating ball of fire that warmed their clothes and blankets by the time the sun came up. “Hey Ivy?” Yunaka said. “Yes?” “Let’s do ourselves a favor and never speak of this again,” Yunaka said. Ivy nodded. “I think that would definitely be for the best.” Edited June 30 by Goldwood (see edit history)
Hey all! This is a story I thought up kinda on the fly. After posting a very explostive, story driven chapter in "The Green Dam and the Water Golem", I wanted to write something a little shorter, easier and more fun that I kinda spitball together and update occasionally. It'll serve as a nice break after the struggle I've been having recently! This story is loosely inspired by "The Never Pee Land", a great story about extreme desperation in an interesting setting. The story features male desperation, which isn't my cup of tea, but I thought it was a great story nonetheless. I wanted to write a story with a similar premise but with female desperation, and this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy the read and feel free to provide some feedback! I always love reading your guy's comments! Now, on with the show! Character text colors: Spoiler Prince Barone King Juelas Servant Girl ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago in a land far away… A small kingdom lived during the dawn of the middle ages. This kingdom is one not of great power, but of great peace. A kingdom based on the values of neutrality, equality, and love of its people. A truly respectable nation indeed, where even during a time where wars raged and power struggled to find a solid head, this kingdom swore to peace and neutrality. Royalty during this time was expected to seek and gain land and power, alliances and rivalries formed and broke, resulting in the tumultuous and poorly documented span of time we've come to know as the dark ages. Many of the alliances between nations, ill-fated or otherwise, were the result of political marriages between royalty. Kings marrying queens, heirs marrying heirs, nations being married to each other solely on the basis of a single marriage between their royals. However, this little peaceful kingdom was different. Founded on the belief of neutrality, this small kingdom refused to aggravate nor alliance with its neighbors. This included the infamous political marriage. Thus, the royals of our fair kingdom always married those within their borders, based on love and compatibility, rather than on political advantages and strategy. Yes, the king always married a woman of his dreams, to which his heir would do the same as a prince, wed to a woman that would eventually become a princess and eventually a queen as the prince gained the throne from his father when he was deemed unfit to rule due to age or illness. Thus the cycle continued happily and steadily for generations as the bloodline grew rich and famed as a stable, peace-loving, egalitarian royal family. * * * One fateful day, the king of our story, King Henry Juelas IV, addresses his lone son of 21 years, Prince Richard Barone III, with a lecture all kings of the kingdom eventually give their sons. "Richard. You are now a young lad that I am proud to have as my son, and as my heir." "Father, thank you. Everything I have learned is a result of your fair rule and lessons you passed down to me." Barone knelt on one knee. "Yes, however God has made us mortal, our flesh and bones will eventually rot and my mind will not be as sound as it is now as a ruler. Eventually I must step down and you must take my place." "Of course father. I would be honored to take your position when the time comes." "And, every king needs a queen to stand beside him, to love him, to relax him, and to provide an heir to our faithful bloodline." "Yes, father." "You will find yourself a loving woman to be made your wife, and eventually, your queen. You may choose whoever you wish, with whatever method you wish, as long as you love her and she loves you. Only then your love will prosper, and your marriage be revered, and fruitful, along with your rule." "Of course, father. I will get to work at once to find my perfect woman to be made at once. I'll be off!" Barone sped out of the throne room, eager to find a woman fit for him. Prince Barone had been waiting for this moment to come for years. Given approval to find his beloved had been something he'd dreamed about for years, and now he can make his fantasies come true. Prince Barone was a handsome, sharp, fit royal from his studies and athletics that many women regarded him as the most charming Prince the royal bloodline has seen yet. He was a natural hit with the ladies, and many of them would do anything to be made his princess. Prince Barone had one quirk about him, however. He very much enjoyed the appearance and behavior of a very full bladder. Even as a young man his servant girls and maids worked tirelessly with very few breaks, leading them to hold very full, bulging bladders in their skirts. He would often hear them whine and complain of failing to find relief for hours, if not days. He would regularly catch them squatting in corners and on the royal lawn, finally giving into their desperate need, begging the prince not to spill the beans to his father, all the while still pissing gushers, unable to stem the flow. The plight of the service girls is a result of only a single chamberpot in their dorms. Two dozen girls would only have a short time during their breaks to relieve themselves, and when they came, a line formed full of desperate, squirming, bulging-bladdered girls. And the chamberpot could only hold so much piss, only a few girls were able to have the privilege to relieve themselves before it was filled to the brim with urine, and was unable to hold any more desperately needed pees until it could be emptied. The royals the girls served would be more than understanding enough to provide a solution, but the situation would be so embarrassing none of them were willing to speak up. * * * Barone’s most enjoyable experience was catching a particularly beautiful servant girl using his chamberpot, thinking that he had gone out for a long time. She begged him not to report this incident and have her dismissed, and the Prince did no such thing, on the condition that she hold her piss for him. Three full days passed without passing her waters, all while having to complete her duties and stay hydrated. By the end of the third day the poor girl was begging the prince for relief, with claims that she would explode any moment and with her bladder bloated like that of a pregnant woman on the verge of going into labor. The night of the third day, the Prince called the servant girl to his quarters. She stood there, clutching her nethers, legs twisted in a knot, with a throbbing, bulging, sloshing bladder full of her waters. “My prince… I am at my limit! I simply cannot hold a minute longer, I have been pushing my poor peehole back with my hands to avoid soiling my dress. I feel my poor urethra full of hot piss and my bladder… my bladder is so full and bloated… I’ve never felt such pressure in my life… Please, your highness, let me take a much needed pee…” “You poor servant girl. You have done well to hold such a vast amount for such a long time. While I would be lying in saying I did not enjoy your struggle, I believe your restitution is complete for using my personal chamberpot. You may relieve your burden of urine. I am even letting you use my personal privy that you have originally committed your grievance.” The servant girl didn’t need to listen any longer, she bolted to the Prince’s privy and painfully went through the process of undoing her uniform, hopping from foot to foot in desperate fervor, while the prince watched in the privy doorway. Finally, the poor servant girl was able to tear down her undergarments and slammed her curvy hindquarters on the chamberpot rim. She immediately started a waterfall of piss that echoed violently in the pot, while she moaned and lolled her tongue out at the immense relief she felt after forgoing the restroom for three entire days. Her massive bladder bulge deflated slowly as she urinated, still with the force of a rapid river, as she clearly enjoyed her relief. After several minutes of non-stop pissing, the servant girl finally relented her stream as it slowed to a trickle to eventually just a few drops. With a loud sigh of relief, she stood up, her butt imprinted with the rim on the chamberpot from such a long piss. The chamberpot was completely full from being empty just minutes before, a light yellow ocean of urine rippling in the container. The servant girl’s behind was speckled with the backsplash of her torrential relief, as the prince handed her some paper to dry herself. “Thank you my prince… I am truly grateful for you to let me be relieved, and to let me off from my misjudgement.” “You are very welcome. You have done well to hold on for so long. Now, do not let me catch you again using my personal privy or I will make you forgo relief for six days instead.” Barone lied, he would love the servant girl to defy him so he could enact an ultimatum to have her hold for even longer, seeing what kind of bladder bulge and capacity she was capable of. “Of course, my prince, I will never do it again, I bid you farewell!” And with that, she was on her way. * * * The prince’s enjoyment of a woman’s bulging, desperate bladder was not limited to his servant’s. He wishes for his bride to have the biggest, most capacious, most bulging bladder of the kingdom. In fact, it would be his main requirement for a wife. He sped quickly to his quarters to prepare an announcement to the kingdom that he was looking for a wife to be made his princess. The primary requirement? The woman to be made his bride must hold her waters for no less than 100 hours, while drinking what is demanded of her. To be continued. 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Character Text Colors: Spoiler Prince Barone Amelia the Servant girl Cecilia Sonya Mary the Cow Almost a year has gone by since Prince Barone announced his quest for a wife, and he had not found a woman that could hold for as long as he wished. The attractive prince certainly had plenty of pursuers in the kingdom, everything from noble women and their daughters to peasants and the daughters of famous merchants to even nuns willing to revoke their oath to Christianity for the chance at the Prince’s love. None of them were able to hold the 100 hours the Prince had required of them. The farthest any of the female candidates could muster was a little over a day at 30 hours. Certainly beyond respectable for any normal person, but the Prince simply wasn’t satisfied. Most of those offering their love to him could barely last it through the day. Granted, all of the women that came forward to him certainly did their best; Prince Barone got to see some truly desperate women as they hung on as long as they could even with their relatively meager bladders. The Prince sighed in his quarters, looking wistfully out his window at the setting sun, wondering if anyone out there in the kingdom was capable of fulfilling the role as his wife and princess. Perhaps he should tone down his requirement, make it 50 hours, instead? He recalled the servant girls that routinely clutched their bursting, pulsing, sloshing bladders with days of piss. He could make one of them his wife, but still the Prince did not want to settle. He felt that the only woman he could truly love was one absolutely pregnant for days, if not weeks, with a burden of boiling, frothing piss inside. A knock came on the door to his bedchamber. “Yes, come in.” “My Prince, you have a visitor.” A servant girl peeked into his room. It was the same one that he had hold for three agonizing days for using his chamberpot. Barone eventually came to know her as Amelia. “Who is it, Amelia?” Amelia presented herself. As was the norm at this point, Amelia had a hardy, noticeable bulge in her belly. The situation with the servant girls had not been addressed, even a whole year later. It’s clear Amelia was still under its effect, as she shivered and squirmed and lightly bobbed her legs after holding her urine perhaps all day. “It’s a maiden, wishing for your attention with the hopes to be your wife.” Amelia stated with a bit of a shiver in her voice. Her eyes eyed the empty chamberpot in Barone’s privy, just past the open door, looking enviously upon it as her bladder pulsed with urgency and need. The prince perked up. It was rather late to be taking visitors, but the hope that this could be the one to be encouraged him to investigate. “I’ll be right down.” * * * The light of dusk glowed through the windows of the castle’s main hall, where Prince Barone could see a woman waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. Her smooth peachy-pale skin glowed with the light of the setting sun. She was short, no more than five feet and two inches, and she had a bit of weight she carried well around her midsection, as well as her large bosom, thick thighs, and curvy behind. She wore a simple but attractive dress and tights, perfectly formed around her figure, with her dirty blonde hair flowing in soft curves. The prince found her to be rather cute in appearance, enamored by her looks upon first impression. However, he had his own unique standards she would have to achieve in order to win his love. “Welcome to the castle, I hear you called for me?” “My prince, it is so good to finally speak to you, I have waited eagerly for the past year for our meeting. My name is Cecilia.” She bowed to the prince. “It is lovely to meet you, Cecilia. I hear you have come to try to win my love and be made my bride?” “Ohh yes my prince. I find you simply dashing and charming when I see you out in public, and I will do whatever you wish to earn the right to be your bride.” Cecilia flirtatiously began squeezing her breasts together between her arms. The prince caught himself eyeing up her squished mammaries, and even felt a slight erection perk in his trousers. “I’m sure you know it will take more than a little flirting to persuade me.” The Prince crossed his arms. “Oh, of course. I’ve heard rumors about what you wish to find in the woman that have already come to you. I assure you I am ready.” She gave a playful little wink. “I see. Word had to travel eventually. What makes you think you are better prepared than the other woman who has come vying for the place as my bride?” “My prince, I would have come as soon as you announced your quest. However I wanted to be sure I was ready. I had a large bladder to begin with a year ago, it was something I was most proud of and enjoyed. However, I have spent the past year making sure my bladder and I we’re ready to meet your demands.” Cecilia said proudly. Prince Barone’s interest was piqued to the fullest extent possible. Finally, had he found someone who would fulfill his dream of a massive-bladdered wife to be his princess, and eventually his queen? “Hahaha, I see the rumors you’ve heard are rather accurate. I admire your commitment and I rather fancy you, I do hope your claims of a large bladder hold up.” “Of course my prince! In fact, I’m happy to report I had not felt relief since waking up this morning, and I barely even feel the least bit of pressure in my bladder.” “That is good to hear, Cecilia. Come, it is getting late, let me show you to your chamber where you will rest for your stay here while I judge you.” * * * Cecilia and Barone conversed further, idle talk to get to know each other. Cecilia was the daughter of a successful tailor in the kingdom, and she was taught as a seamstress in her father’s business, making beautiful dresses for nobles and cheap yet good clothing for the farmers and working-women of the kingdom. She found it rather enjoyable, and would spend all day and even nights working on her craft. This is where her large bladder came in handy, as she worked for hours and hours without the thought of a relieving piss, and sometimes being so exhausted from a day’s work that she would collapse into bed with a ragingly full bulging bladder in her abdomen that would not leak a single drop until the morning after, perhaps even longer. Prince Barone was impressed with her account, but was far more interested in her actions rather than her words. The prince showed Cecilia her plain but serviceable room she would be staying in for the duration of her test. It was just down the hall from the Prince’s bedchamber. The room had its own chamberpot, but the Prince had it removed for obvious reasons. “You should be all set. Be sure to get plenty of rest, as the true nature of your test would begin the next day. Speaking of which, I have a little present for you before you go to sleep.” A servant girl quickly caught up to the Prince with a large jug of water, equalling five liters of clear, cool liquid. “Your very first task is to drink this jug in its entirety before you rest.” Cecilia looked upon the large, heavy jug. Five liters was certainly more than she was used to drinking, but she knew if she wanted to win the prince’s love she would have to get serious. “Yes, my prince!” Cecilia took the heavy jug and immediately took large chugs out of it. She could feel the cool water hit her stomach and quickly fill it up. She took some breaks to catch her breath, while Barone casually observed her slurp up her tasked liquid. A few minutes and five liters later, Cecilia pulled the empty jug away with a huge sigh, her abdomen already distended from just the water in her belly. “Well done Cecilia. I have high hopes for you, I do hope you don’t disappoint.” “I will not, my Prince, I’ll hold for as long as you possibly wish me to. You are the master of my bladder, and I will not release its contents until I get your permission.” “That is what I love to hear. Goodnight, sweet Cecilia!” “Goodnight, Prince!” * * * The sun shone on the great kingdom once again; the next morning had arrived. Prince Barone was eager to check in on his newest subject, as he opened the door to Cecilia’s chamber to greet her. There he found a naked Cecilia, getting ready for a bath. “EEK!” Cecilia tried to cover herself with a cloth towel. “Oh dear! My apologies!” Barone covered his eyes to avert seeing Cecilia in the nude. “Oh! It’s you my prince! Forgive me, I didn't mean to yell.” “No, I’m sorry for forgetting to knock. I was just eager to know how you slept and how you were doing.” “Hehehe~. That’s very thoughtful of you. You don’t need to cover your eyes, I don’t mind if it’s you.” The prince lowered his hand to find Cecilia’s curvy form dipping her toes in a preheated bath. Her behind and thighs looked voluptuous and smooth, with a small chubby tummy and large breasts with appointed nipples greeting Barone’s vision. His pelvic member stiffened at the sight. “Ahhhhhhh…” Cecilia sighed as she lowered herself into the warm bath. “How did you sleep last night?” “Very well! These royal beds are so soft and luxurious. Even the sheets and blankets felt heavenly on my nude body.” “You sleep in the nude?” “Yes! Especially during the summer. I enjoy the feeling of being nude. It’s freeing and exhilarating. When my father would leave to do errands I would walk around the home nude enjoying the freedom of it. The summer sun feels warm and cozy on a nude body, as does the crisp, refreshing breeze in the spring or fall.” Cecilia began washing herself with a washcloth. “How very interesting. If you are to be made my bride, I’ll be sure to give you time in the courtyard for you to frolic in the nude should you wish.” “Ooooh! That sounds lovely!” “How is the state of your bladder, Cecilia?” She shrugged. “About the same, the water from last night certainly makes it feel heavier and fuller, but I don’t feel a pressing need to go just yet, although I’m sure that will change soon.” “I’m sure it will. When you are finished bathing, we will have a great breakfast for you, so don’t wait too long!” “Mhm!” * * * Breakfast came and went, with plenty of food and drink for the inhabitants of the castle, and in particular plenty of drink for Cecilia. She drank 2 liters of fresh apple juice from the royal orchard, and 4 liters of fresh, cool milk. Milk was a specialty of the kingdom, it was some of the smoothest, most refreshing milk around, coming from happy, grass fed cows that produced plenty of milk. And Cecilia loved milk! Prince Barone observed his subject carefully, looking for signs of desperation or fullness in her bladder. He noted a bit of bloating just after breakfast, but the lack of any sign of discomfort showed there was no urge bothering her yet. * * * Lunch arrived soon after, with plenty more food and drink to consume. Cecilia had a further 2 liters of Milk as well as 5 liters of water as the castle began to warm up from the afternoon summer sun. Cecilia was certainly filling up, as her kidneys worked overtime to pump all those liquids down into her bladder which got fuller by the minute. Those kidneys would hardly have a break when the bell for supper came around. Plenty more food to eat and drinks to filter into her piss tank, starting with a full liter of light beer, another kingdom specialty. A liter of beer would make anyone drunk into a stupor, but Cecilia certainly wasn't a lightweight, and only got a bit tipsy as she chugged her last mug. Even so, Cecilia had another 4 liters of water and 3 liters of cider to drink. All these drinks seemed like a poor idea for one looking to hold as long as possible, but Prince Barone made it a point to Cecilia to accept a drink every time she was offered one: by himself or someone else. Finally, the sun set on the first day in the castle for Cecilia. Her bladder began to ache slightly from over 40 hours of piss as her belly bloated a bit from the mass of water she was carrying. "How goes the state of your bladder, Cecilia?" "I won't lie, my prince, I definitely feel a bit of pressure down there, but it is an urge I can easily pay no mind to, I assure you!" "I see, I do hope it does not get much worse. I will see you tomorrow!" And with that, Cecilia was left to go to sleep in her chamber. Her bladder weighed on her mind slightly as she took an extra minute to drift to sleep. * * * The next day went much the same as the first, with equal amounts of drinking and eating for Cecilia and her bladder to endure. By the end of lunch she had consumed 12 liters worth of milk, water, and juice to be filtered in her bladder that had begun to nudge farther and farther into the waistband of her tights. Cecilia could feel the pressure in her bladder begin to mount into a consistent urge she had to keep at bay. It wasn’t urgent by any means, but it was making itself present, surely. If she could judge, it was perhaps a solid 4 out of 10 on her scale of desperation, perhaps barely a 5. Prince Barone watched Cecilia consume her meals with great interest. He noticed the very slight shifts and squirms Cecilia made in order to be as comfortable as she could. He was enjoying the show, and there would be a lot more where that came from, as long as Cecilia could hold on. * * * Dusk was approaching the castle, when an escort of carriages appeared. The Prince and Cecilia both went out to investigate. The prince recognized it almost immediately. It was the carriage of her darling cousin Sonya! “Sonya! How nice it is to see you! What do I owe the pleasure of this sudden arrival to?” “Richard! It is good to see you as well!” Sonya engaged her cousin in a big hug. “I just had to get out of the freezing cold in the North Kingdoms where I live, it was driving me crazy!” “Even in the Summer, it’s still frigid up there?” “You don’t know the half of it! I needed to get out of the house and somewhere a bit more temperate. I’m sure you mind if I take a little vacation here? The summer weather certainly is better!” “Of course Sonya! I would be glad to have you! I will have a chamber made straight away.” “Oh! Before that, I have a gift for you!” Sonya gestured to a large enclosed cart that you would use for transporting cattle long distances in her small escort. “Come out Mary!” A few seconds passed, and then, a bovine head peeked from around the cart. “Moo?” “Come on! Don’t be shy!” A cow? Sonya brought the Prince a cow, something the kingdom has plenty of? That’s quite odd. But this was no ordinary cow. The bovine creature slowly revealed itself to the Prince and Cecilia. This cow was standing on its hind legs, and had a figure similar to that of a human woman! This anthropomorphic cow had hooves on its hind feet, but human hands. Her fur was a lovely pattern of light browns and whites. Her face was not quite that of a cow nor a human, but a mix of both. Her snout was smaller and eyes were straight on, much more like that of a human’s, and glowed a brilliant shining blue. Her head was adorned with long, flowing, slightly frilly brown hair and small horns with large cow ears from the sides of her head. This cow had very large breasts, compared to Cecilia’s there were perhaps close to double in size and weight, and she had a chubby tummy along with it as well, accentuating a relatively more modest but still appreciable rump with cute white specks of fur, and of course, a long tail with a bit of brown fuzz at the end. Now, most notably was that on her chubby belly, just below her belly button, was a set of massive udders that sloshed with long nipples swaying and bobbing up and down as she strode. All in all, this cow creature was definitely something the Prince had never seen anything like, but he did find her quite adorable. “Moo!” The cow mooed happily. “Sonya, what kind of cow is this? I’ve never seen anything quite like it before!” “This is Mary! We found her on our way here. Poor thing was lost and scared, I couldn’t just leave her, in the freezing cold, no less! I was hoping that maybe you could house her in your stables, and have a rather interesting and unique cattle in your stable?” Prince Barone thought for a moment. “How different is she from our other cattle?” “I can’t imagine too much different. Mary has a fondness for eating grass just like other cows. She’s very loyal, she’ll stick closer to you than your own shadow… Oh, and she does need to be milked. Quite often too, actually.” Barone looked upon Mary. He found her cute and charming, and the sound of an anthropomorphic cow in his stable certainly would be interesting. “Sure, I’ll take Mary, she is quite a cutie.” “You hear that Mary? Richard is your new master now!” “Moo! Moo!” Mary mooed excitedly, wagging her tail back and forth. “I’ll have one of the milkmaids guide her to her stable, now come Sonya, it’ll be dark soon!” “Right!” Sonya turned to Mary. “You be good now and do as your Master says, alright?” Mary nodded in understanding and waited patiently to be guided. “Moomoo!” Sonya followed Prince Barone and Cecilia back inside to be shown to her room. * * * Sonya had just wished her cousin goodnight before closing the door to her bedchamber. Her bedchamber was slightly more fancy that Cecilia’s with a larger window and more space, and most importantly, a separate privy. This was especially important to Sonya as she had just finished a journey lasting nearly three whole days. During this time she slept in her carriage as there were very few towns along the way to the kingdom. Her escort would simply find a place to stop and set up camp for the night. The men in her escort would have no shame in peeing in a bush after a long day of travel. Sonya on the other hand, would die of embarrassment should she be caught squatting over dirty ground rather than in a clean chamberpot. So, she chose to hold her waters the entire trip. Three days later now, and she was quite busting for a trip to the privy. She sighed in apprehension for the relief that she would experience, hand on the door to open the privy to a clean, empty, chamberpot. Yet, the door would not budge. She tried with a bit more force, still no use. She tried jiggling the door a little, but nothing would work. Sonya couldn’t believe her luck. After so long, she was stuck in the only bedchamber with a jammed privy, with no access to a chamberpot! A pang from her bladder shot through her neurons as she clutched her opening through her modest floral skirt. Still, as badly as she had to go and as much as she was holding, she didn’t feel an extreme urge to relieve herself. Sonya felt that an opportunity would soon come to have access to another chamberpot. Sonya could simply report her privy being jammed to a servant girl, or even the Prince himself and get it arranged. However, much like the embarrassment she would feel peeing in the open, Sonya was mortified of discussing her privy affairs with others. She wasn't of royal blood like her cousin, but she was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t discuss issues regarding her urinary system with others. It would just simply save her a lot of shame to just hold it and wait for an opportunity to come later. Sonya changed into her bed attire and crawled into bed, tossing and turning slightly due to the burden she carried in her abdomen. Not far from her, a nude Cecilia was stirring in a similar fashion as her bladder began to swell and fill more and more with warm piss.
"Nd2wee '' suddenly entered the notepad on my screen. No one knew why our point-of-sale (or pierce of shit as we employees called it) system had a notepad shared between both of the terminals in the store. At least none of the few colleagues, whom I'd shared the discovery of the function with, did. But it had quickly become a way for us to moan about customers, bosses or all the other small frustrations that build up working in the service industry's hell on earth that is a convenience store by a train station. I looked over at Freya, our newest hire, standing crossed legged at the other register waiting for the elderly man to finish counting his change so she could checkout the next person in the endless line that had been the focal point of our shift so far. "Me2" I typed back between scanning overpriced candy bars. -------- Normally weekend shifts were quiet enough for only 2 people to be on shifts. Normally we'd only be this busy on weekdays - and then only if the train schedule messed up. But not today, today we'd almost only been working the registers. I had a pretty slow hour alone before Freya's shift started but she hadn't been here for more than 15-20 minutes before the line formed, and we were still trying to get through it 5 hours later. My bladder was definitely starting to feel it. I glanced over at Freya again. She was finally able to move on to the next customer, but she was still standing with crossed legs. When in Rome I thought and crossed my legs as well easing a bit of the pressure on my bladder. Could I have waited? Sure. Was it nice to relieve a bit of pressure? Absolutely. Was it mostly so Freya wouldn't be embarrassed if she noticed I was standing normally? Yes. The menial task of checking people out quickly becomes mind numbing so the updates from Freya was a pleasant change of pace. Even if I felt more and more sorry for her with every "Hurry!" "Come on" and "Desp!" showing up in the notepad. Poor girl I thought. But I was starting to reach the same point. My bladder was nearing critical limits and I was really glad to already be crossing my legs. Waiting for the lady that had just paid to gather her thing I glanced over to Freya, and could see how restless her legs were. She was standing on one leg with the other wrapped around it, the foot shaking like a chihuahua. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had been working here long enough that my bladder was used to holding for a fairly long time, as our breaks relied on luls in the flow of customers and rarely came when they were scheduled. I couldn't help but think back to when I first started and came too close to accidents way too often. ------- After far far too long I could see the end of the line. "Thank God" I thought as the last guy stepped up to Freya's counter. I quickly turned around and undid my belt, as I had decided to let Freya go to the bathroom first. She was obviously more desperate than me and my apron would hide my undone belt. Luckily this lowered the pressure on my bladder a lot. "All the money in the register! Now!" I spun around and saw that the last customer had pulled out a gun and was aiming at Freya and then at me. "Yours as well!" Of fucking course. Of all days, it had to be today. It had to be one of those days. I quickly opened my till and started shoving notes and coins into a bag. Then a sort of tapping sound. "What's that noise!? The alarm?" Then Freya sheepishly spoke up. "I'm - peeing". I probably looked as surprised as the robber, and couldn't help myself from looking over at my poor colleague. She was. Her jeans were already mostly drenched, the tapping sound originating from the drops forming at her crotch and then hitting the linoleum floor. I was a bit taken aback by the size of the puddle forming underneath her, it looked like someone had knocked over a full mop bucket. "Eh okay then" the robber stammered. He obviously didn't believe her at first but after he glanced over the counter he was satisfied that she was truthful. I gently pushed Freya aside and emptied her till into my bag. She had been standing frozen in place the entire time even as pee had turned her jeans from light to dark blue behind her apron. Poor thing. I handed him the bag and turned to Freya. As automatic doors let the robber out, I guided Freya over to the kickstol and sat her down. Despite my bladders firm protest I knelt down to look her in the eyes. "You okay?" She nodded slightly even as tears started running down her cheeks. "I'll just close the store I'll be right back." I assured her and stood up. Perhaps a bit too quickly as a couple drops escaped into my panties. I grabbed the "closed because of robbery" signs from under the counter and pressed the silent alarm button on my way to the door. I entered my code into the keypad and turned the dial to close before sticking the sign on the large glass panel of the sliding door. Luckily the parking lot seemed pretty empty so maybe we wouldn't have to deal with illiterate customers knocking on the door despite the sign - again. I hadn't even made it back to the counter before Josh's number appeared on my phone. "Did you press the silent alarm?" "I did." "Why?" "Cause we got robbed." My delivery was completely deadpan. I know he had to double check but he sounded goddamn stupid from where we were standing. "I'll be right there." I knelt down by Freya again, her silent tears were still running down her cheeks every now and then. "Hey, we're both okay" I placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded. I handed her some of the cheap thin napkins available from the counter. She dried her face, smudging her mascara even more, and I threw a bunch on the floor hoping it would soak up most of the puddle before anyone came. "We just have to wait for Josh and the cops to get here, then we can go home" I said partly to her to try to comfort her and partly to my bladder hoping to convince it to hold on for so long, even if I knew it was unlikely. "Listen, I really need to pee - can I leave you alone for a moment" She looked at me for a moment before shaking her head as tears started flowing again. "Alright I won't leave you alone" I tried to comfort her again while my bladder screamed at me. Even with my belt undone my jeans were squeezing it, and I had to open my jeans completely to give it a bit more space. It felt rock hard and I'm pretty sure I looked slightly pregnant with a bump like that. A knock on the glass door interrupted us. A couple of cops waved from the other side. They got here quickly, I thought, unsure what to make of it. The quicker all this was done the quicker we could leave, but without Josh here it fell on me to deal with them. I squeezed Freya's shoulder and walked over to the door, trying my best not to let my desperation show. I entered my code and unlocked the door. "You guys got robbed?" "Yeah that's us, cctv is in the office behind that door" I said pointing to the backroom, where the employee bathroom also connected to. So using that while the cops was here was out of the question. You can hear everything that happens in that bathroom when you're sitting in the backroom. One of the cops walked to the back and the other got out a notebook. "So what happened?" I hurried through explaining the robbery while trying to conceal how full my bladder was. It was probably a bit rambling due to how little of my focus was on his questions and how much was on the ocean in my bladder. How I wished I'd been behind the counter so I could cross my legs behind cover but in the end I had to do it infront of the cop. I tried to do it inconspicuously but I'm pretty sure he noticed. "She got anything to add?" He asked and pointed his pen at Freya "Doubt it, she's still pretty shaken up" Luckily Freya's position on the kickstol behind the counter and her apron hid all signs of her accident. He nodded and our attention was turned to the doors as Josh arrived. "You the boss?" the cop asked and Josh nodded. I took my change to retreat back behind the counter to support Freya and my aching bladder. It really helped that I could stand with crossed legs, potty dancing on the spot while Josh and the cop talked. Freya poked my leg and gestured for me to lean in closer to her. "Go Pee! I'll be fine!" she whispered,having apparently regained some composure. "I gotta piss like a racehorse! They'll all hear!" I whispered back as Josh and the cop join his colleague in the backroom. Luckily the CCTV system could only be in either playback or live mode so, figuring they were looking at the playback of the robbery, I could probably jam my hand into my crotch to help dam the flood. Now it was Freya's turn to be concerned for me as my potty dance continued in full force. Crossed legs, check, hand jammed between legs, check, bobbing up and down, check, the feeling that at any minute I'd spring a leak, possibly through my eyes; double check with chips on the side. "Can you hold it?" "Yeah I'm sure they're done in a second." My voice betrayed how uncertain I was about that statement, all I could do was hope and keep holding. And I was quickly running out of ways to keep back the flood. An involuntary noise alerted Freya when a couple drops escaped into my panties. Though I'm sure she'd figured it out when I dropped to my knees a second later, burying both hands between my thighs. Freya placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered as low as possible. "It's not that bad" I looked at her puzzled. Was she implying what I thought she was? "You know, peeing" she continued forcing the words as tears gathered in her eyes. I didn't even have time to process her words before the door to the backroom opened up and the cops stepped out followed by Josh. I quickly got to my feet and started walking towards the backroom with Freya in hand. I noticed one of the cops whisper something to his colleague as he tried to point discreetly at Freya. He'd probably seen her accident on the playback. I wanted to go give him an earful and tell him off, but doing so would only mean I'd also pee myself - in front of everyone - so I gritted my teeth and hoped Freya at least hadn't noticed. "Alright girls I was thinking..." Josh turned to us before I cut him off. "No Josh. Stop. We're peeing and then we're going home!" I said and walked into the backroom. Josh could probably tell I was in no mood for any shenanigans as he didn't raise his normal fuss when I told him off. "Grab my bag" It probably ended up being more a command than a request but I had to hurry as my leaks were quickly going from drops to constant. Luckily with my pants already undone I could quickly pull them down along with my way-to-wet-for-comfort panties. I was peeing even before my butt hit the cold porcelain but I really didn't care. It felt too good to finally release the pressure that had built in my bladder. I didn't even care that Freya was standing less than two feet away looking rather awkward, at least not at first. But the loud hissing from my stream was definitely making this incredibly awkward for both of us. "I'm sorry it's not like I wanted to force you to witness this - I just- well - I was planning to go to the gym after our shift so I've packed some extra leggings and underwear - and " Still peeing and not really being able to find the words the embarrassment became very clear as I could feel my face getting red. Freya looked at me for a moment before starting to giggle. "I'd love to borrow them" she nodded, luckily understanding what I had been trying to get at. "But that still doesn't explain why I had to join you out here" Freya noted when she opened my bag. "Well - I - I REALLY didn't want to waste time having to close and lock the door." I admitted. "Understandable, you mind if I get changed, wet jeans aren't really comfortable?" "You're the one getting naked" I joked as my bladder finally reached empty and I could begin drying myself off. I couldn't help but to look over as Freya started undressing. As she kicked off her shoes I noticed that her socks were also wet and a bit of pee trickled out of her right shoe as it landed on its side. Her pants were still drenched so they clung to her legs and she really had to work to get them off. Wanting to give her some privacy I pulled up my panties, getting a real feel for how much I'd leaked, and pants. "I'll give you so privacy and wait outside" I said "Thanks" She nodded and hesitated to remove her underwear. "And thank you for everything today - you really helped." "Of course" I smiled back and flushed before walking back out to the backroom. In the end Josh gave us a couple of days off, the number for a crisis psychologist and swore to the both of us that none of our colleagues would know about Freya's accident, and before long we were heading out of the door, gave each other a hug and went home, finally done with the worst shift I've ever had working a service job.
Janet looked down at the numbers again in partial disbelief. Her sharp jaw set as she made up her mind. “Everyone into the faculty lounge- now.” Her secretary, Mina shifted nervously on the spot. “Ma’am… it’s the middle of class right now” Janet frowned and checked her Omega watch- she was right. The female classes would be ending in twenty minutes then there was a thirty-minute break before the male ones started. Janet couldn’t help wondering if Mina had any clue how bad this was. In some ways, it must be nice to be a mindless little bimbo. “OK, then go into each classroom and tell them to wrap up ASAP! C’mon on now- chop chop!” Janet clapped her hands and scanned the room for things she might need for a shotgun meeting. Ten minutes later, the lounge had filled with six attractive female professors in form-fitting business attire, along with Janet, Mina, Keri, and Jordan- the latter two were the college’s administrative assistants. The faculty was not only attractive but educated and trained exceptionally- to the point where they were outstanding educators. That was Pelletier College’s secret edge. While nearly everyone in the outside world believed wealthy International paid over double the comparable tuition rates to attend the private college because of gorgeous women, Janet knew there were many other factors at play. Janet got straight to the point. She had considered an opening apology but had quickly dismissed the benign thought- she needed to be as strong, as direct, as possible with her message. “OK, so we have a big problem.” She waved the paper aggressively around the room. “Yeah, we figured.” Kathy muttered in her typical dismissive tone. Janet gave her a stern look before continuing. “Well, you figured right. This is BAD. This SUCKS. We are F-U-C-K-E-D!!! No one spoke this time, as the gravity of the situation sunk into the room. Janet let the pause prolong dramatically as looked around the room- there were no smiles now, only worried expressions. Janet took a quick breath- it wasn’t entirely her staff’s fault this was happening. In fact, they had been everything she had hoped for, and more. She lowered her voice a notch. “We are down 30% on new enrollments for next semester. I have warned you that our growth has leveled off and flattened in recent semesters, but now it seems like we are driving straight off a steep cliff!” Janet paused again, and a shocked silence engulfed the room- the women shot worried looks at one another as they waited for more of the depressing speech. Janet sighed. “What I need, ladies, is an idea- just one great idea. When we started two years ago, we were the hot new thing in town. We were risqué, cutting-edge. We pushed boundaries and challenged what education could be. Now, our brand is growing stale- we haven’t done anything innovative in a long while. There are a number of mickey-mouse, copy-cat schools stealing our business model- they are undercutting us. So, we need to do better- any ideas?” She made pleading eye contact with the women she had hired personally. Over the course of a few minutes, her demeanor had shifted from outrage to desperate. There was no immediate reply from the group. The ladies were paid extremely well as a result of the high tuition rich kids paid to attend the unique college- having the gravy train halt suddenly would be terrible. “Maybe we could dress hotter?” Francesca finally suggested. She was well-known around campus for pushing the boundaries with her sexy revealing outfits. Janet suspected she was into younger boys too. Her current boyfriend had just turned 19- the employment contract’s explicit ban on personal relationships had been added as a direct result of Francesca. Janet had gotten a chuckle of her quick frown when the policy had first been communicated. Janet shook her head. “Francesca, that seems like more of the same. Parents are probably avoiding us for exactly this reason- too much sex and no quality education, in their view.” Lynda, the math and statistics professor, spoke up, “Maybe we could mix the students together?” Janet chewed her lip thoughtfully. Had it really come down to this? Separating the genders had been an important decision early on. By segregating students, Janet had managed to attract female students from conservative religious countries where education options were severely limited. The fact that their daughters could live and study in the same building without boys around was an appealing idea for wealthy traditional families. After a long moment of pondering the idea, Janet rejected it. “No. I don’t think that’s something we can do right now. It might be something to consider in the future though- good thinking. Anyone else?” Jordan looked around the room anxiously. Her fellow admin assistant and good friend, Keri, elbowed her and gave her an encouraging look. Jordan frowned- somehow Keri could always read her thoughts. “Um… maybe we could have a no bathroom policy.” Jordan cringed as she spoke- it was naturally tough speaking up in a room full of professors but uttering these words was particularly painful. To Jordan’s surprise, Janet didn’t cut her off immediately. Instead, she looked at her quizzingly, obviously expecting more details. “Uh… I was just reading about this high school that closed their facilities during certain hours. They found that students did better.” Janet stared on in bewilderment. It was a ridiculous idea, but she was intrigued. “Oh really? How so?” Jordan spoke quickly, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her. “Well, it just cut down on wasted time. Basically, students were forced to stay in class until break times. Maybe, we could try something like that here.” “I like it! This is just what we need to convince everyone we are serious about education. Once parents hear we don’t even interrupt class for pee breaks, they’ll know we are more than just a wanna-be Hooters!” Janet grinned- this idea could save her little college! Kathy spoke. “Wait, what about us? There’s only one ladies washroom in here and it will have huge lines when we unlock it- all those bursting fannies.” Janet’s smile dimmed. “You’re a big girl, Kathy. You can hold it- limit your fluid intake if you have to!” A nervous murmur echoed around the room. This was bad. The women’s classes ran from 8:00 to 2:00 daily. There were ten-minute breaks at 10:00 and 12:00. This policy was undoubtedly going to make an unideal bathroom situation much worse. “It’s fine everyone, the government will never allow this.” Gloria muttered. She shifted subtly in her chair as she spoke- her need for the toilet had been growing all afternoon and this conversation wasn’t helping matters. “Maybe not, but I will give it my best shot.” Janet promised. The worried looks around the room intensified- the girls knew from experience that Janet always succeeded in getting what she wanted. As far-fetched as this idea seemed, there was still a possibility it could exist in some form. Janet was growing visibly impatient “Listen, ladies- all of you are welcome to wear a diaper to work. It’s completely fine by me. Or you can quit. If some of you cranky oldies want to be replaced by young, hot lasses, I’ll be happy to make that happen for you!.” The shock around the room intensified even further- she was serious about this! “Well, I need to get back to work. I suggest all of you do the same. Great idea, Jordan.” As Janet strode out of the room, she gave the 22-year-old a quick slap on her butt, which was appealingly clad in a tight black skirt. The curvy half-Cuban jumped at the surprise contact. Jordan, too, hadn’t relieved herself since early morning and nearly leaked into her panties. The women exchanged silent glances as they began filing out of the room. Several of them headed straight for the washroom- the late classes would be starting in fifteen minutes. Edited July 20 by fullbladder (see edit history)
Delicately sipping her large black coffee, Janet exited the elevator. It was the first day of the new semester and with it came a new era for Pelletier College. As she occasionally did, Janet paused as she stepped out of the elevator at the second floor. She took a moment to admire her creation. The shiny bright lobby and reception circle, with the row of small glass-walled offices beside it. And the large rectangular classrooms behind it. Janet took a deep breath and walked on- her self-elevating pauses had not happened often enough lately, with the college’s declining enrollments. The school had always been an impressive, even unbelievable, miracle of innovation. The 32-story building it was housed in was an awing marvel in itself. At the ground level, there were trendy, hip retail business, on both sides the grand building lobby. Pelletier College occupied the entire floor directly above. Then, above the college itself, sat thirty stories of prestigious one and two-bedroom condos. Janet herself owned one of them, up on the 16th floor. Since the high-rise building with residential units had strict bylaws, the school had to be empty at precisely 8:30 pm everyday. That gave the college just the window needed to give the boys their six hours of education, with a half-hour to lock up. Via the help of an advanced security system, the cleaning services were permitted onto second floor at precisely 7 am each morning. The crew had to work quickly to get everything pristine for the imminent school day. Living upstairs worked well for Janet- she could always get to work early to open up, even stay late when needed. As Janet walked into her gorgeous corner office, strategically designed with frosted glass for privacy, she took a quick glance at the ladies room. It was at the rear of the campus, about fifteen feet from the door to Janet’s office. It typically had small lineups between classes, as dedicated students refused to miss even a few minutes of class. However, the washroom was pretty busy during classes too, students coming and going from the eight-stall space. With the new self-locking mechanism installed, the ladies room would open when break-time started. It would announce a warning to vacate eight minutes later. There was another warning ninety seconds later and finally a countdown from 10. If a girl was still in the washroom at that point, she would have to press the help button and wait until someone outside entered the override code to let her out. Janet had communicated there would be consequences for students and employees alike if they ended up locked in. If forced to speak honestly to herself, Janet would admit she never expected this idea to be approved by the government. She had presented research in front of an oversight board for private colleges and somehow been granted approval to try a compromised approach. The policy could be enacted during daytime hours when nearby businesses were, for the most part, open. A student could not be blocked from leaving campus at her free will (presumably to relieve herself) and Pelletier College had to keep a janitor on-site, just in case. Janet had specifically asked if she could lock washrooms for a portion of the males’ class time and had gotten approval to 5:00. However, she had ultimately decided a 2.5-hour policy for the boys wasn’t worth the trouble, nor the expense. Janet had a certain curiosity about pee games. Her ex-husband used to jokingly pee on her in the shower and it was one of the many things that had annoyed her about him- hence the messy divorce. The golden shower had never evolved into anything more, not that it had ever had time to- the union had ended within three years. Janet was older now, aged 41, but still quite the fox. The natural blonde stood 5’10 with a toned body and beautiful feminine curves in the right places- her hips and ass had filled out with even though she still exercised religiously. Janet always dressed well, but looked even sharper today as it was the first day of the semester. She wore a lavender business suit, its skirt not quite reaching her knees. Underneath the matching coat, she wore a tight white blouse which accentuated her 34C breasts. Janet got to work as students started filing in. It wasn’t long before a girl tried the washroom door. In confusion, she pushed against it a few times before seemingly recalling the policy change. Janet mindlessly finished her coffee as she worked. She prided herself on taking a hands-on approach. As the owner of the Pelletier College, she was also its hardest worker. The first couple of hours passed without incident as Janet became absorbed in her work. Then, the bell rang. The student who had tried the door earlier that morning rushed out of a nearby classroom and shoved her body into the washroom door desperately. Thankfully it opened, and she hurried in for some long overdue relief. Other students followed suit until there was soon a line outside of Janet’s door. Slowly, girls filed in and out of the washroom. Those who had taken longer to get to the line either walked away from it or begrudgingly made their way to the elevator to find a toilet somewhere else. They would undoubtedly be late for class, but it beat being uncomfortable for the next two hours. As Janet exited her office to fetch a tall glass of water from the faculty lounge, she noted the line for the ladies room- it was made up of eight students and Gloria, Pelletier College’s HR instructor. Gloria was in the middle of the line shifting weight slowly from one leg to the other- left, right, left. On and on her dance went. A couple of the girls were in much worse shape. The girl just outside the bathroom door was clutching herself through her black habaya, obviously in urgent need for the toilet. With only four minutes left until the bathroom locked, it seemed unlikely each woman would get her opportunity for relief. There were undoubtedly three or four more lined up inside the bathroom door. Observing the shifting in the line naturally guided Janet’s thoughts to her own bladder. Her coffee was making its way through her body and her bladder would surely need to be emptied soon. No matter, she would wait outside the toilet before the next break started. She firmly decided that she would follow her usual healthy hydration habits- she could hold her pee as needed, being a grown woman. As Janet returned with her water, she heard the system warning that there were two minutes before lockdown. Gloria was now inside the washroom but a couple of the students at the end of the line reluctantly turned away, realizing they wouldn’t get an opportunity to pee. Inside the washroom, Gloria rushed into an empty cubicle just as the thirty-second warning started. Closing the door behind her but forgoing locking it, Gloria pulled down her dress pants and panties in one swift motion before planting her ass on the toilet. She peed hard, trying to empty her full bladder as quickly as possible. Then, the ten second countdown started. Realizing there was no way she could get locked in on the very first instance, Gloria somehow willed herself to stop peeing and yanked up her pants without wiping. She felt her pee leaking into her panties as she rushed out of the washroom holding her trousers up with one hand. She just made it through the door as “Lockdown initiated” was being blasted over the speakers. As Gloria buttoned herself up outside, a student rattled the door from inside the washroom. Gloria recognized the voice- the desperate girl had been moaning behind her in line. The poor young lady had taken a risk to obtain some much-needed relief and had paid for it. Gloria smoothed out her clothes as best as possible and rushed off to class, half-relieved. She could feel warm wetness on the inside of her legs. Fortunately, it seemed like nothing was showing on her dark pants. Inside the bathroom, Othella went back into the cubicle with a wet puddle on the floor. She had been unable to stop peeing quickly enough and her panties were now soaked underneath her skirt. Sobbing, she pulled them off and sat down on the toilet again to finish her pee. She pulled a large wad of toilet paper off the roll and wiped the floor as best she could. Not wanting her soiled panties to make a wet spot on her light blue skirt, Othella tossed them into the trash after exiting the cubicle. Janet noticed the help button notification pop up on her computer screen. For now, only she knew the override code, but she suspected she would eventually need to share it with Mina for emergency situations. Janet was about to go free the entrapped woman from the washroom then decided it would be better to make her wait a little. Everyone here needed to learn how to act a little more grown-up. Janet continued work between sips of water. Her bladder was becoming a real nuisance. Maybe she would treat herself to a quick pee when she freed the student. It was wrong, but she was the owner. It wasn’t really ideal for her to be seen waiting outside the washroom to take care of her need at break time. It was essentially wasted time- her day needed to be nearly perfectly productive for this business to work. As she exited her office ten minutes later to finally free poor Othella, Janet’s eyes fell on the new janitor, Chris, in conversation with her assistant Mina. Janet could tell Mina needed to pee as she pointed Chris towards her office. Chris, a curvier woman dressed in stereotypical blue janitor attire and pushing along a cleaning cart, walked over to Janet and asked her about unlocking the toilets for cleaning after break-time, as the government had mandated. Janet led the way to the washroom and punched in the override code on the keypad on the door. They walked in to find the distraught student sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back against the cold tiled wall. Janet addressed her sternly. “Come on- out! Back to class! Don’t let this happen again!” The student didn’t need to be told twice- she scrambled to her feet and left the washroom. Janet took a responsible look around the facility. It seemed clean for the most part. Perhaps there would be puddles in classrooms as the day wore on. Being in the bathroom with a full bladder was hell. Janet once again grew tempted to use a toilet, but thought better of it- Chris would see her breaking her own rules and word could certainly spread. She awkwardly shifted her legs as she let Chris know the bathroom was getting locked again and she would open it after getting the help notification. Twenty minutes later, Janet’s need had intensified to the point where it was difficult to focus on work. She was shifting constantly in her seat, even getting up to pace around the room every few minutes. She was regretting the large coffee and the tall glass of water after it. At long last, the help notification popped up. Janet nearly ran to the washroom but discovered Mina waiting outside of it, dancing on the spot. Janet could tell she was resisting grabbing her crotch through her mini skirt. “Ma’am please, can I please pee really quickly?” Janet tried to hide her own desperation as best she could. “No, I’m sorry Mina, but rules are rules.” She sternly gestured her away from the door and punched in the override code. Chris pushed open the door with her cart and Janet responsibly locked the door again. Mina protested. “But how am I supposed to go downstairs to pee? Keri and Jordan cover for each other so they can leave!” “You figure it out! But under no circumstance are you allowed to share information about my affairs with anyone else nor miss important phone calls.” Janet dismissively walked away as Mina whimpered helplessly. The poor executive assistant was stuck until the ladies room opened again in an hour and a half. Edited June 28 by fullbladder (see edit history)
Mina squirmed urgently as she stood at her desk trying to jot down important details from the student recruiter. Over the past fifteen minutes, she had involuntarily squirted into her panties three times. Her lime-green mini skirt was wet as she pushed it hard against her wet crotch. Overtly soiling her clothing seemed like a slightly preferable alternative to hiking up her skirt and exposing her hot pink G-string panties. Cursed be the clear glass office walls- any onlooker could see poor Mina on the verge of soaking her skirt. She was grateful there were no men around to gawk at her- that was a thin silver lining. As Mina tried to get through the call without making a puddle at her desk, students and faculty alike started lining up outside the ladies room. The desperation was ubiquitous now- there were dancing women all around campus. Two professors had already ended their lessons in the hopes of relieving themselves quickly. However, some of their visibly desperate students had bolted from the classroom to join the lineup while their lecturers scrambled to pack up behind them. Inside the college’s largest office, Janet desperately scanned her surroundings for something to relieve herself in- she had to go badly now. Her skirt was hiked way up as she clutched herself openly in the privacy of her frosted-glass office. Unfortunately, she saw no container or plant to pee in and she had no idea how she would go outside looking like a little schoolgirl. Her best bet was to run into the toilets right when they opened- perhaps then no one would notice just how desperate she was. Why hadn’t she just unlocked the bathroom earlier and peed? What a childish, stupid mistake she had made! Finally off the phone, Mina exited her small office and hobbled in the direction of the washroom, gripping her pussy for dear life. There were still two minutes left to break time, but she had already seen girls running off towards the loo. Her heart sank as she got in line and counted the wriggling women in front of her. Exactly eight of them- they would occupy all available stalls and Mina would have hold on an additional two or three minutes. That could be the drop of water that would burst the dam. Behind Mina, desperate girls sighed and gasped as they struggled with the dire fullness of their bladders. Most of them bolted towards the elevator hoping to get to find an available toilet in a store downstairs. Blushing beet red, Janet exited hastily made her way through the busy hallway openly clutching her pussy. She gasped as she saw the line of twenty-some ladies awaiting sweet relief. A squirt escaped her and a warm wetness covered her fingers as she made the immediate decision to turn and run to the elevator. As she hobbled on, shocked eyes locked in on her- Pelletier College’s well dressed and normally composed leader was on the verge of pissing herself. “Excuse me! Coming through! Please, it’s an emergency!” Janet pleaded desperately as she walked. This was not the time to preserve her dignity. No, she was much too close to wetting herself for that. In urgent need, with a humiliating toilet accident imminent, Janet barged through the desperate group of women waiting outside the elevator to squeeze in as the doors opened. Other women stubbornly crammed in despite Janet’s selfish efforts to shut the elevator and get down to the hotel lobby as quickly as possible. She was quickly pushed to the back and young female bodies slammed into her. Her painful yells were ignored and she helplessly leaked into her undergarments a second time. Tears ran down her cheeks as streaks of warm urine ran down her slender legs, clad in brown pantyhose. Inside the washroom upstairs, Mina desperately twisted and turned in place, trying to hold her pee in for just a minute longer. All eight cubicles were now occupied by women sporting very full bladders, and so, Mina endured an even greater torture. The overwhelming sound of ladies urgently peeing into toilet bowls supplemented by blissful sighs of relief left her no choice but to continue urinating in her panties. Then came the nearly uniform flushing of toilets. A cubicle door finally swung open but it was too late. Mina lost control where she stood and began forcefully wetting her skirt. Her hot pee flowed through her panties and drenched her mini-skirt. As cubicles opened, ladies behind her hurried through the growing light yellow puddle on the floor to prevent their own accidents. Francesca began leaking into her leather skirt upon witnessing the huge accident and searched desperately for an open cubicle. Finding none, she lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to minimize the adverse impact of the unavoidable wetting accident. Students stared as the curvy 33-year-old Costa-Rican marketing professor peed through her white bikini-cut panties, making them transparent. She sighed as the awesome burden lifted from her strained body and, with eyes closed, leaned backed into the wall. The tall, curvy Latina with a big bladder continued peeing long after Mina had finished, her perfectly manicured vulva on display for all to admire. Finally able to exit the elevator, Janet hobbled to the giant desk in the lobby. Despite her pleas, the burly security officer denied her request to use the reserved bathroom sitting vacant behind him. She leaked again as she called him a perverted bastard and headed to the Elevator #3 which served floors 11 through 19. A couple of early-20s men stepped out and laughed at the surreal scene- a hot older woman was peeing her pants in public. Ignoring them, Janet dashed into the elevator and pressed button 16, whispering and willing the elevator to close and take her up to her unit. “Come on, come on!” By miracle, the elevator didn’t stop along the way and Janet reached the 16th floor with just another squirt’s worth of damage to her skirt. But it was truly a matter of seconds now- Janet was losing a watery battle with her bladder and inching ever closer to completely soaking her clothes. She bolted through the hallway to the end praying none of her neighbors would show up, especially not the handsome older gentleman who lived in the unit across from hers. She danced in place with one hand still in her crotch as she fished her coat pocket for the key. Fortunately, it was there- in the hustle and bustle of the day, she had neglected to move it to the rightful place in her purse, which sat on her work desk downstairs. Unfortunately, her bladder was too full for the lucky break to matter. As she fiddled with the lock, Janet began helplessly wetting her skirt. Her violent squirming proved worthless as Janet's bladder gave up and her long-held pee exploded from her urethra, engulfing her legs in a shiny wetness. As she finally got her door unlocked with trembling hands, Janet heard the sound of Tim’s door opening behind her. She quickly moved inside and shut the door behind her. Tim would surely notice her dark wet spot on the light grey carpet, but there was no absolutely reason to show off her embarrassing accident any more than necessary. Still uncontrollably peeing, Janet entered her washroom and sat down on the toilet seat, fully clothed. As shudders of relief vibrated through her body, Janet burst into tears. The reality of today's events was just now hitting her as her bladder emptied with a final few bursts into her panties. She, the owner and president of Pelletier College, had just wet her pants at work. Edited June 30 by fullbladder (see edit history)
Up in her apartment, Janet had strongly considered skipping the rest of the day, perhaps never setting foot in her own school again- any woman would have the same thoughts after the incredible humiliation she had just suffered. However, while sobbing in the shower, she had suddenly remembered the very important meeting she had downstairs- the 1:30 meeting with the Director of Institution Oversight for Private Educational Institutions Regulatory Board of California! At that point, it had been too late to cancel it, as it was already past 1:00! Janet had scrambled to exit the shower and dry off. If anything, she was adding a slim layer of plausible deniability to her accident by returning to work confidently. If she missed time, her absence would confirm she had indeed peed herself. Right now there was a chance nobody had seen her pee- it was a slim chance, but it was possible. Maybe everyone at work was just certain of her desperation and no one knew if she had actually leaked. But there was a problem… showing up in the same skirt was not an option- it was absolutely drenched. The closest other skirt Janet had was a pink one. She had hurriedly redressed in her bra and blouse before dashing to her bedroom to find the skirt. Truth be told, she had known that nobody would be fooled- the colours weren’t really close. But Janet had powered through her anxious thoughts and pulled on the first panties she could find, a black and lacy pair. She had then pulled the clean skirt up her legs. Her purple shoes had no longer matched, but no matter- she was well past having fashion concerns at that point. She had stepped into the heels, locked the door, and rushed back to the elevator. Thankfully, the Pelletier College hallway had been empty when Janet had reached it. Mina had gestured at her as she had stormed past her assistant’s office. Janet had known what she was going to say- the director was already waiting in her office. Now, forty minutes later, the meeting was over. Alex, a woman, to Janet’s surprise, had been satisfied with the campus tour. While inspecting the bathroom, the government agency director had excused herself into a stall, promising to be right back with Janet. She had sighed audibly while peeing noisily into the toilet bowl. This act had been followed up with a relieved smile at Janet while washing her hands- “Ah that’s much better!” Alex had moaned, closing her eyes briefly for emphasis. “It was a forty-five minute drive here and I love my morning coffees and lunchtime water.” She jokingly explained with a chuckle. Janet had been taken aback by the 40-something woman’s questioning. She had asked her repeatedly about the students not being able to access the either the male or female toilets no matter what, even if they needed to pee really badly. “Even if they are about to wet their pants?” Alex had asked directly. “Even then if they are about to wet their pants.” Janet had confidently retorted, with a stern nod of confirmation. As she had done throughout the inspection, Alex fired unrelenting follow-up questions. “What if the bathrooms downstairs are all out of order?” Janet bit her lip before deciding sympathy equated to weakness for strong female like Alex. This wasn’t even a realistic scenario, just a test of her principles. “Absolutely- our staff, faculty, and students are all very professional. They can wait until the bell goes.” “What about you? Are you professional too?” Janet hesitated. Did Alex know she had wet herself just over an hour ago? No, she was probably just being a hard ass. “Y- yes, of course. I can wait too.” “Good.” Alex flashed her a quick smile and locked eyes with her for a moment, before looking down at her binder to resume the journey through her lengthy list of questions. Janet had continued lying through Alex's interrogation on the day’s events and her personal bathroom experiences. The meeting finally ended as students emerged from their classrooms at 2:00. Alex finally stood up and offered a goodbye handshake as their surroundings grew louder with chatter and clacking of heels. However, after exiting the office and noticing the washroom line-up outside, Alex asked to observe the area during the break, promising to see herself out afterwards. Janet accepted the arrangement and returned to her office. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be too much ruckus outside- most of the girls were simply leaving the campus, backpacks on backs, as they were done for the day. It seemed like they had already learned valuable lessons on limiting fluid intake and heading straight to nearby shops rather than waiting in line. As she returned to her office, Janet wondered if Alex had some sort of pee fetish, as her ex-husband had. A surprise approval of this policy and the direct questioning certainly supported this idea. Whatever the case, Janet cursed her unlucky stars for things working out the way they had. Nothing was worth wetting herself at work, in front of her employees and students. Not even the 20% jump in enrollments this semester. The campus steadily quietened again- there would be about ten minutes of quiet before the gents began filing in for their classes. Janet noticed shadows of two profs walking past her frosted glass office. Their heads were turned towards the office wall as they walked, speaking in hushed tones as they walked. Janet rushed to her office door and locked it. She then hurried back to her desk shoeless and located the hidden switch inside her desk drawer- the one which controlled the security system in the faculty room. The ladies all knew about the cameras- they could see them obviously. But only Janet knew about the hidden microphones. As usual, the system’s audio started before the video component. Janet recognized the voice as Samantha’s. “I bet she wet her skirt- she was looking like she had to go really bad before.” The screen in front of Janet finally produced an image of the lounge as Samantha finished her sentence. "Like this?" She gripped the crotch of her tight dress pants and hopped up and down, generating laughter from her companion. Janet recognized the woman standing next to her as Janelle, Samantha’s BFF. “Yeah totally, Sam- I saw her run off towards the elevator when she saw the huge lineup out there. She definitely leaked into her pants and changed upstairs. We saw- she’s wearing pink now!” Janet, red from a mix of humiliation and anger, turned her attention to the other screen. Unfortunately, Kathy was there too, seated one the sofa, knees held tightly together with her hands folded on her lap. Kathy laughed with the others, before adding her own salt to Janet’s wound. “I don’t really blame her- she’s old eh. It My mother-in-law dribbles into her undies every time she laughs or sneezes! There was harder laughter this time. Janet’s embarrassment was being overrun by her anger. Kathy was her enemy- a real goddamn pain in the ass. Kathy continued, still upset about how dismissive Janet had been of her in that historic initial locked bathroom meeting. Since then, the coldness between the two women had only grown. “Man, that bitch is so mean sometimes, especially now with these locked toilets. I hope she didn’t just squirt. I hope she had a huge accident like Mina did! “ “Damn, did you guys see that?” Janelle gasped. “I heard about it. I was downstairs when that happened- the line was too long here and…” Unfortunately for Kathy, the conversation had been shifted into a different direction. Janet allowed herself to breathe softly as she hunched over her computer. The volume was low, so no one outside could eavesdrop. Samantha interrupted Janelle’s trailing story. “Yeah dude wow, I was behind her in the line and she totally wet herself waiting for a cubicle to open up and then Francesca lifted up her skirt and did the same thing. I saw it all- everyone there was, like, SO shocked!” “Oh. My. God. I would, like, totally die from shame if I pissed myself like that. Are they still here?” Janelle replied excitedly. She had grabbed Samantha’s hands and was moving them up and down as she spoke. She was by far the most animated person at the college. Her enthusiastic squeaky voice could be heard in multiple classrooms, despite closed doors, when she taught- it was no surprise her students loved her. Of course, her 40D breasts which jiggled each time she excitedly hopped didn’t hurt either. “Yeah, I just walked by Mina’s office- she’s sitting in there. It must stink in there eh? Wow..” The younger ladies continued chattering about Francesca’s and Mina’s accidents as Kathy lifted herself off the couch and headed to the washroom. It was unlocked now so she wouldn’t have to run downstairs again like she had done at 12:00. This stuff was a drag, but she was an athlete with a fit bladder. Holding her pee was no issue and going downstairs boosted her step-count anyway. If she had to, she could easily hold from morning till the ladies room opened for good at 2:00. But why suffer? Janet hastily muted her computer and stepped out of her office to confront Kathy. Over the past thirty seconds, she had decided that she would not be ashamed, but take back control of this college. It was time to teach these ungrateful bitches a lesson. Edited July 25 by fullbladder (see edit history)
The sun was shining and the air was filled with the smell of various food vendors. Allison saw a group of friends eating hamburgers and decided to grab one for herself. She walked over to the vendor and handed him some cash, then started eating her hamburger as she continued to explore the festival. As the day went on, Allison tried some fried pickles and a few alcoholic drinks. She was having a great time until she suddenly felt a twinge in her bladder. Allison started dancing to the lively music played by a local band and forgot about her slight discomfort momentarily. But as the music ended, the twinge turned into a more insistent feeling. She discreetly checked the time and realized she had been at the festival for hours and hadn't used the bathroom once. As Allison tried to make her way to the toilets, she found that they were unusually hard to locate. Allison starts to feel nervous and jittery as she realizes that she has no way of relieving herself. She finds it very strange that she hasn't seen a single toilet since she arrived. She begins to ask around and is directed to the indoor washrooms, but when she gets there, she finds that they are disgustingly clogged. All of the alcohol from earlier has made its way to Allison's bladder and is desperately demanding to be released. Allison starts to frantically search for a solution as the pressure in her bladder grows increasingly intense. She contemplates sneaking into the woods to relieve herself, but she knows that would be completely inappropriate and she doesn't want to be caught by anyone. She starts to feel desperate and lightheaded as her bladder continues to fill up. Allison feels like she has no choice but to keep looking for some way to relieve herself. Allison feels relieved to know that she is not the only person experiencing this problem. She starts to look around her and notices a few people in similar situations. Some are walking around anxiously while others have an expression of slight discomfort on their faces. Allison tries to strike up a conversation with a friendly-looking couple and finds out that a lot of people have been complaining about the lack of available toilets. The couple recommends that she just hold it until she gets home. Allison frowns, trying to hold back tears of desperation. She continues to look around for any sign of functioning washrooms or even a quiet spot where she can find some privacy. She glances at her watch and realizes that it's been hours since she last relieved herself. Allison can barely handle the pressure any more. Allison feels relieved to know that she is not the only person experiencing this problem. She starts to look around her and notices a few people in similar situations. Some are walking around anxiously while others have an expression of slight discomfort on their faces. Allison tries to strike up a conversation with a friendly-looking couple and finds out that a lot of people have been complaining about the lack of available toilets. The couple recommends that she just hold it until she gets home. Allison frowns, trying to hold back tears of desperation. She continues to look around for any sign of functioning washrooms or even a quiet spot where she can find some privacy. She glances at her watch and realizes that it's been hours since she last relieved herself. Allison can barely handle the pressure any more. Allison feels a sharp pang of pain shoot through her lower abdomen. Her bladder feels so full it could burst and her pussy is now throbbing with discomfort. She has never felt so uncomfortable before and she starts to panic. Allison looks around frantically hoping to find something, anything that would provide her with some relief. She thinks all manner of things, but none of them seem viable. As she is trying desperately to find a solution, she doubles over in pain and almost cries out. The intensity of the pressure in her bladder has become unbearable and she knows that she can't hold it in for much longer. Allison tries to control her inappropriate thoughts, but the throbbing in her private area is making it even more difficult to think straight. As she continues her search, Allison's thoughts drift to the most outrageous ideas. She briefly contemplates relieving herself in the food stalls that are scattered around the festival. Maybe she could stand behind one of the stalls and try to take care of her problem. Allison then thought of relieving herself behind an empty tent or in some secluded far-off area. She could feel the heat radiating from her body and her thoughts start to get more and more inappropriate. She imagines crouching behind a tree, or dropping her pants and squatting on the lawn in public view which causes her to blush in embarrassment. Allison turns beat red for the thoughts running through her head but she just can't seem to help it. Allison's bladder spasms again sending a small leak into her panties, and she can't hold it anymore. She is completely mortified by what just occurred, and takes a few deep breaths to try and calm her panicked breathing. Desperate now she jams her hand into her pussy trying to suppress the growing need to pee. Her hand is the only thing that can relieve her for now and it brings her some measure of comfort. She stands there for a moment, her hand still buried between her legs, trying to gain the composure to continue her search for something, anything, that can help her. Allison wishes she had a better flush of courage to ask someone for help but she knows no one would truly understand. She is in a desperate situation and needs to find a solution before she embarrasses herself in public completely. Allison's heart races as she sees another young lady lose control and urinate on the walkway. She can feel the onlooker's eyes on her. Allison is appalled at the young lady's behavior, but at the same time, she understands it. She knows how bad the urge can be and how quickly one can lose control once it reaches a certain point. Allison tries to fight her own growing urge but she finds herself losing the battle as well. Her hand is now soaked with her own urine, and she tries to cover it up as best as she can. She looks around again, hoping against hope that she will find some kind of solution. The pressure in her bladder feels like it is getting more intense by the second. Allison can't seem to think of anything else, but just getting the relief she needs. She thinks about losing control herself and imagines what it would feel like to let go in public. Allison takes a step back towards the young lady who had embarrassed herself and considers a similar fate. Allison's thoughts are interrupted as she loses another leak, the warm urine spreading down her thighs and soaking into her shorts. She's absolutely mortified. Her thoughts go back to that moment of desperation, crouching in a corner, and letting the pee flow. Allison is now in full desperation mode, and every movement is causing her more discomfort. She can't seem to find any place to go, or anyone who will help her. It's like everyone else at the festival is completely oblivious to the fact that people need a bathroom. Allison's heart races as she realizes that she is more desperate than ever before. She can feel the hot urine trickling down her thighs now and she feels so ashamed. Her legs are trembling, and she knows that she can't hold on for much longer. The only thing she can do is accept the inevitable in public view. Allison realizes that she is at her breaking point and that she needs to make a decision quickly. She can either give in to the urge and pee in public view, or she can continue to suffer until she wets herself. Allison reaches a tipping point tension and anxiety overwhelm her as tears of shame start to form in her eyes. She knows that wetting herself would be the ultimate humiliation, so in a split second decision, she decides to just pee on the grass. She runs towards an empty corner as fast as she can, pulling down her shorts and crouching on the ground. She lets go and feels the warm pee rushing out of her and soaking the grass around her. Allison is crying now, overwhelmed by the embarrassment and the release of physical tension. Once finished she is completely out of breath from the effort. Allison is still in shock from what she has just done when she suddenly hears footsteps approaching. She looks up to see a couple in their 20s rushing by, the woman cradling her crotch, looking like she is in severe distress. The woman looks at Allison and sees her crouched, naked on the grass, and seems to understand what has just occurred. The woman makes a beeline for the empty corner and squats down, mimicking Allison's position. She starts to pee uncontrollably, her face a mask of relief. Allison watches the scene in disbelief, feeling a rush of understanding and solidarity with this stranger. She knows what it's like to hold it in until you can't take it anymore and to feel the shame of not being able to find a bathroom. The woman finishes up and stands, smiling at Allison. "Thanks for breaking the seal, girl," she says. Allison's eyes widen as the woman's partner walks over and stands next to her. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his penis without any hint of shame. Allison quickly looks away, feeling embarrassed that she's looking at another man's penis. Allison looks away, feeling her face turn bright red from embarrassment, but she can't help but glance back again. The man is still peeing, and she's amazed at how much urine is coming out of his penis. She can't believe how long he is going for. Allison feels a strange mix of awe, disgust and fascination taking a front row seat to one of the most bizarre scenarios she has ever been a part of. It's like she has been given permission to do what seemed so impossible just a few minutes ago. She watches as the man finishes up his relief, zips up his pants, and gives a nod of acknowledgment before walking away with his partner. Allison feels overwhelmed yet somehow relieved by the turn of events. Allison tries to shake off the strange feelings that have arisen inside her. She's embarrassed, relieved, and strangely turned on all at the same time. The scene she's just witnessed is unlike anything she's ever seen, and she's not sure how to process it. As she stands up and begins to pull up her shorts, Allison feels a strange, tingling sensation between her legs that she can't quite explain. She knows that she shouldn't be feeling this way and feels a bit ashamed of herself. However, a part of her can't deny that the act of releasing herself in public view has sparked a strange kind of arousal within her. Allison shakes her head, trying to dismiss these feelings. But as she walks away from the empty corner, the sensation only grows stronger. She feels confused, unsure of how to handle what she's feeling. For now, all she can do is try to forget the entire incident and find a way to clean herself up.
Abby had stayed up late the previous night, organizing her equipment and preparing herself for her first day at work. But despite her sleepy eyes, Abby couldn't contain her excitement. She had always wanted to be a flight medic, and now that she was finally here, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be. With a wide smile on her face, Abby got dressed in her blue scrubs and headed out the door, making sure to grab two large cups of coffee on the way. The caffeine hit her system immediately, and she felt a renewed energy coursing through her veins. When she got to the hospital, she was met by several other medics, all standing around a helicopter that was only a few feet away. Abby was feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation- the five-hour flight would be a long one, but she was eager to work. The helicopter took off, and Abby put on her earphones to block out the noise. She looked around at the other medics, who were all busy checking their equipment and going through the patient files. Abby took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, before turning her attention towards the scenery outside. The flight was a bumpy one- the wind was howling and the turbulence was intense. Abby felt herself lurching and shifting in her seat, clinging to her harness for dear life. With every lurch of the helicopter, Abby's bladder became more and more full. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her breathing and the patient charts in front of her. But as the third hour of the flight ticked by, Abby's bladder was screaming for relief. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She tried to concentrate on the patient files again, but her bladder was now all-consuming. The coffee that she had had earlier was now coming back to haunt her. Abby hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do. She glances nervously around the helicopter, wondering if anyone will notice her discomfort. But she quickly realizes that no one is paying her any attention- everyone is focused on the patient files, busy discussing the medical procedures they will be performing. Still, Abby can't bring herself to ask her fellow medics about what to do. She's too shy, and she doesn't want to look unprofessional on her first day. She grips her seat tightly, trying to will her bladder to calm down. But the fourth hour of the flight arrives, and Abby's bladder is now in agony. She can hardly concentrate on the charts in front of her, her mind consumed with thoughts of finding a bathroom. Abby takes a deep breath, determined to find a solution. As the fifth hour of the flight approaches, Abby feels a sudden, sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She gasps, her hand flying to her crotch, as a sudden bladder spasm racks her body. She feels her bladder contracting painfully, and she knows that she's in trouble. With shaking hands, Abby jams her hand into her scrub pants, pressing against her aching pussy. She moans softly, her face contorted with pain and discomfort, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She can feel the warmth of her urine pressing against her fingers, a sign that she's about to wet herself. Abby grits her teeth, her body wracked with cramps as she attempts to control her bladder. She feels a warm rush of urine spilling out, despite her efforts, soaking her hand and running down her leg. She groans in humiliation and despair, feeling the wetness spread around her crotch. Abby's face burns with shame as she pulls her hand out of her pants, her fingers sticky and wet. She tries to regain some semblance of professionalism as the helicopter begins to descend towards the hospital, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down. As the other medics begin to move around the helicopter, preparing to land, Abby summons up the courage to ask one of them a question. "Excuse me," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "What do you do if you need to urinate during a flight?" The other medic, a grizzled veteran with a weathered face, turns to face Abby, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. "It's tough," he replies, shrugging. "There's no bathroom onboard, and we don't normally have time to stop at a facility. Some people just try to hold it in, but I've seen plenty of medics wet themselves during flights. Don't worry about it- it happens to everyone at some point." Abby feels panic rising inside of her as the helicopter descends. She knows that she's out of time and that she can't hold on any longer- she has to go, no matter what. Without thinking, Abby quickly unbuckles her seatbelt, struggling to get her scrub pants off in a hurry. With her pants around her ankles, Abby squats down on the floor of the helicopter, feeling her urine gush out of her with force. She winces as the warm fluid trickles down her thighs, grateful for the fact that her scrubs are dark blue and will hide the evidence of her accident. When she's done, Abby quickly wipes herself off with a paper towel and pulls her pants back up, hoping that no one has noticed what just happened. She turns to see the other medics busy securing the stretcher and preparing for their arrival, all too focused on the patient to notice her distress. Abby takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and humiliation. She hopes that this won't become a regular occurrence during her flights- or worse, that she won't have to face any ridicule from her fellow medics.
Here's a story written by myself and my boyfriend. These are our OCs from a dead fandom (which I don't exactly know much about, I was just asked to make an OC and I became attached). I'll attach some images when my boyfriend is finished drawing my OC, but I'll give some quick descriptions: Maarin: Tall, and too thin from not taking care of himself. He's 6', has long, thick black hair that goes to his thighs, and grey skin with violet undertones. He has tall horns and violet eyes with yellow corneas. Physicality, he looks around 25. Arctil: Gruff, incredibly hairy. Stout, with plenty of muscle, but under a round stomach with thick thighs. He's 5'5. Grey skin with red undertones and medium length, fat horns. He has red eyes with yellow corneas. Physically he looks 35 Issane: Short and skinny, but a plump ass. Shoulder length black hair, which has a pink stripe. He has short round horns. He's 4'11 and his eyes are pink with yellow corneas. His skin is grey with pink undertones. Physicality he's 24 They are all gods of their world, but they didn't start out their lives that way. They change their outward appearance when they go out usually so that they can live "normal" lives. --- This story will have wetting, diapers, and a focus on humiliation, and maybe pet play and collars. There will be cgl undertones, but it isn't meant to be a huge aspect of this story. Some of the tags haven't happened yet, but there's more I'd like to add to this story, so they'll be added later. My boyfriend has a spanking kink, and I hope I wrote it correctly, but if I didn't suggestions and tips are 100% welcome and encouraged, and that goes for anything. Now to get on with the story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here you go," Maarin says, handing Issane another cup of tea. Issane drinks it quickly, too focused on his game to notice his rapidly filling bladder. He’ll happily spend his day exploring dungeons and building towers. It isn’t until he begins squeezing his legs tightly together that he notices just how badly he has to pee, and after far too many cups of tea. He carefully scoots off of his plush chair. Issane hobbles his way to the bathroom as quickly as his little legs will carry him, but to his dismay, it’s locked. He quietly knocks on the door with one hand, the other grabbing himself to try to keep the flood in. "C-can I come in p-pleasse?" "Just a moment," Maarin answers back. Issame bites his lip, he doesn’t think he has a moment. He lets out a low whine. He knocks again, "Maarin, please, can I come in?" Despite how tightly he squeezes his legs together, or how desperately he holds himself, he can feel drops running down his legs. He whimpers, legs shaking. Arctil chooses that moment to walk in the front door. He sets his black cowboy hat on a hook by the door, smiling all the way, before turning the corner into the hallway. "M-Maarin?" He begs, eyes filling with tears. He couldn't have another accident, Arctil had made his threat very clear for if he had another. Issane didn't want it to come to that. It was too much, too humiliating. He could control himself! Even if… sometimes, he didn’t make it. It wasn’t like it happened that often, right? Maarin and Arctil didn’t seem to have an issue like his but.. It was Maarin's fault anyway for hogging the bathroom, never mind the fact that it hadn't been very long since he knocked on the door. "I'm home early! What're you guys—" he stops, inspecting the scene before him. Issane, humiliated from being found in such a state, knocks again. "Pleeease! I- I'm going tt-to—" Hearing Arctil's voice, Maarin opens the door, and sets a hairbrush down on the bathroom counter. He holds the door with one hand, the other on the door frame. Issane’s battle is soon over. Issane looks up at Maarin, and he means to push him out of the way, or at least make an attempt to, but the moment he takes a small step he feels warmth beneath his fingers, and roll down his tiny, wound up legs. He looks down and sees the piss creating a large wet patch on his light brown pants. He tries to stop the flow, but he's lost all control. He continues to make a mess right in front of the bathroom. So, so close. Both Arctil and Maarin are staring at him, Arctil with a mixture of bewilderment and fascination. Maarin’s eyes are calculating, and Issane can see a hint of a smirk, but he’s not quite sure what it means. It tells Arctil all he needs to know. The puddle grows beneath his feet, and Maarin has to take a step back to avoid it. Issane's face grows hot, and with the overwhelming emotions he forgets how to speak, not that he'd know what to say anyway. "I-I I- uhm—" he stammers. Arctil crosses his arms and looks at the two of them. "I guess someone DOES need some 'protection'" Arctil says while looking at the puddle, which has finally stopped growing, going just beyond the bathroom door, spreading halfway to Arctil’s feet. "and someone else needs a lesson to know he needs to be nice." This time looking pointedly at Maarin. Maarin shifts uncomfortably, "I don't know what you mean. Clearly he just can't control himself, being so small and all," Too ashamed to speak, Issane steps out of the puddle and takes off his soaked socks. Maarin steps to his left, never taking his eyes off Arctil. Issane goes into the bathroom and shamefully places his sopping socks into the hamper. He grabs a dirty towel to clean up his puddle of mortification. "I know you were in the bathroom on purpose." "I was only in there for five minutes!" Issane quietly cleans up the floor, hoping to not draw any attention to himself, tears slipping down his face all the way. "Can I trust you not to make any more messes while I 'take care' of this over here?" Arctil says, gesturing to Maarin. Face still burning, Issane nods, trembling slightly. "And don't think I've forgotten about your punishment, either." Arctil leads Maarin into the other room, holding him by the fin. Issane can soon hear the telltale thawp. Maarin’s echoed pleas and sobs can be heard clearly throughout the small house. "But I didn't do anything!" Issane, still in his damp, quickly cooling pants, grabs the mop from the kitchen. He shivers as he mops. After thoroughly cleaning the floor, Issane steps into the bedroom and watches a familiar scene. "Put your hands on your head, and get your ass in that corner." Arctil takes notice of Issane’s presence, but doesn’t address him just yet. "You should know better than that, and you knew I'd be mad, and what would happen." Maarin stares at the corner and sniffs, but mumbles under his breath, "not my fault..." "What was that?" Arctil gives him another thawp. Arctil turns with his back now facing where Maarin stands. "Now, what am I supposed to do with you?" Arctil raises an eyebrow, taking in the wet boy before him. Issane shuffles forward, and Arctil grabs his small wrists and pulls him onto his lap and over his knee. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. "You should've known better. You should be able to control yourself better than that pitiful sight I saw today." Thawp. "I-" sniffle "tried, but I—" Issane realizes something then, something he should have guessed already, but had somehow already forgotten. "The tea! This is Maarin's fault!" Sniffle. "Tea, Maarin? "I don't know what he's talking about." He says too quickly. "H-he was bringing me tea all day! I jus' thought he was being nice..." Sniffle. Arctil sighs, his hands full once again. "You should've realized at some point. You didn't think that was a suspicious amount of tea?" "N-no. I was… Distracted. And it did taste nice..." Issane's face was once again burning in shame. Arctil was right. He was always right. He stares at the floorboard, still positioned over Arctil’s lap. Thawp. Arctil pulls off Issane's pants and underwear to continue the spanking, throwing them off into a corner. Arctil begins spanking in earnest. "Stooop! Please! It wasn't m-my fault!" The pain was getting worse, and Issane couldn't stay still any longer, his legs kicking uncontrollably. "Stop! I'll be good! I'll be good!" Arctil doesn't stop. "I wouldn't have to do this if you could control yourself, would I?" Arctil rests his large hand on Issane's now very pink ass, giving it a slow rub, "but I guess you're just too small, huh?" Issane hides his face as well as he can, already painfully aware of his size, especially splayed across Arctil's lap as he was. Maarin snickers from his corner, glad to not be in the same position. "I haven't forgotten about you either, Maarin. Your punishment isn't over yet, especially not now." Maarin gulps audibly. Arctil continues his spanking. Issane tries to get away, but Arctil is no match for him, and he's held firmly in place. He continues until Issane is an incoherent mess of tears and pleas. When he’s finally finished with him, Arctil, very gently, leads him to a corner on the opposite end of the room from Maarin. "Turn around and look at me." "Y-yes daddy." Maarin timidly turns to face Arctil. "Now, why did you do that to Issane today?" is voice is stern, commanding. Maarin mumbles something indistinguishable. "What was that?" Arctil says, placing his hand on the back of Maarin’s neck. "Because he beat me at chess," pause, "D-daddy." "Because— because he beat you at chess? Did I hear that correctly?" Arctil pinches the bridge of his nose. Maarin hesitantly nods. "With your words, Maarin" "Y-yes that's why, Daddy." "You thought that this was a better option than, say, a rematch?" "Yes, Daddy." That did make more sense, didn't it? The heat on his face almost matched that on his bottom. "Okay then, come here." Arctil sighs and takes off his belt. He instructs Maarin to put his hands on the wall. "I'll give you 10 strikes for that, but I'm not holding back. Count for me. If you don't, I'll start allll over" Arctil caresses his belt as he stares at Maarin hungrily. He takes a deep breath, he needed to be composed for this. "Y-yes Daddy." . Thwump "One." Thwump. "Two." And it continues until Maarin can barely get the words out. "N-n-I-ne." Twump. "T-tennn!" Maarin is a blithering mess, not a hint of his usual decorum in sight. Arctil gently takes Maarin into his arms and pets his hair. "You know why I had to do that, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." It barely comes out as more than a whisper. Arctil kisses the top of his head. "You did very good. Now stand right there while I finish with Issane." Arctil takes Issane by the arm, dragging him over to the bed where he gently pushes him down. "Stay right there." Arctil strides over to the closet where he pulls out a bundle of supplies. He carefully carries it over to the bed, where he sets his implements. Arctil looks at Issane for a moment before saying in a stern, but gentle voice, "You know what's about to happen, don't you?" Issane nods. "What was that?" "Yes, Daddy." He whispers. “Good boy.” Arctil riffles through his supplies and pulls out a packet of wipes. He tenderly lifts Issane's legs and begins cleaning off any residue from his earlier accident. The wipes irritate his pink bottom, making Issane whimper pitifully. Arctil takes some lotion and lovingly applies it to Issane's sore ass. "You might get some lotion too, Maarin, if you weren't so naughty today." Maarin isn't sure if he's supposed to answer to that, so he gives a small "Yes, Daddy." Next, was the more difficult part. Issane's legs still in the air, Arctil slides the fluffy garment under him. "No! I'll be good! I'll be good! I'm not a baby!" "I told you what the consequences would be if you pissed yourself again, and here we are." "But it wasn't my f-fault!" "You should have noticed something was up sooner. And if you could pay more attention to your body, then maybe you’d be in a better position. And if it really wasn't your fault, then maybe you do need this. You sad, little thing.” "O-okay" Issane guessed he was right, and it made sense once he'd said it, but he'd really tried. Didn't that count for something? "What was that?" "Y-yes Daddy." Issane thought he was all out of tears, but newfound humiliation started it all again. Arctil lead Issane off the bed and turned to look once again at a now pouting Maarin. "And now, neither of you are allowed to wear pants for the rest of the day. So then everyone knows just how naughty you were today." Issane and Maarin look at eachother in horror. “But— “ “You can’t— “ they shout in unison. “No arguing. Now into the kitchen, I’m starving. Have you guys even eaten anything today?” “Uhmm…” Issane mumbles something, and Maarin stays silent. “For fuck's sake, you two, what have you done all day?” Arctil gives them a little shove from their behind and ushers them into the kitchen. “Well, get on, then.” Shamefully they shuffle forward, trying to hide the evidence of their punishment, both attempting to pull down their shirts to hide their behinds. Arctil swats their hands away, “that’s to be seen, not hidden.” Arctil brushes past them into the kitchen to find something to make. “You know, I wanted to go out tonight, but I think you two would be opposed to that now.” They look at each other, hopefully. “No, you’d still have to bare your punishments, but for all the world to see.” “Oh. “ Issane says softly. Maarin flushes thinking about the scenario proposed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Arctil makes a show of looking in all the cabinets and frowning. “Hmm… Maybe we’ll order something? Yeah, I think we’ll do that. Now sit at the table while I call it in.” The two naughty boys look at the hard wooden chairs in front of them. Issane sits first and winces as he does. Maarin takes a deep breath and whimpers when his sore ass touches the hard surface. Maarin felt almost jealous of Issane’s padding, almost. Arctil holds the phone with his shoulder as he sits juice boxes and apple slices in front of them. He makes a motion for them to eat as he continues to order. When he’s done ordering, he picks up an apple and takes a large bite, juice getting in his beard. “Can you two behave when I go get our food, or will I have to take you with me?” When he thinks no one is looking, Issane sneaks an apple slice onto Maarin’s plate. Arctil raises his eyebrows, but chooses not to say anything. Arctil makes a quick decision and sighs, “Okay, you two better not move. I’ll be right back, and I’ll know if you get up.” “Yes, Daddy.” they say in unison. Arctil grabs his keys and looks behind him as he slowly makes his way to the door. He walks out the front door, but opens it back quickly after, just to do a quick peek. “Be good.” and he’s off. “We can’t get up at all?” Issane whines. He wiggles in his seat. “I don’t want to sit here.” “Well, it’s your fault we’re sitting here, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” “No it isn’t!” “Well, you let it happen.” “I- I guess you’re right.” Issane feels tears prickling at his eyes. He sniffles sadly. Maarin, in a rare moment of sympathy, feels bad for what he’s done. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You’re still pathetic, but I shouldn’t have made it worse.” They sit in silence for a few minutes, lost in their thoughts, and memories of earlier events. “Would you tell on me if I snuck to the bathroom while he’s gone?” Maarin smirks, “What, do you have to pee already?” Issane whines sadly in response, and mumbles something about tea. “Oh, okay. I won’t tell. But only if you don’t tell him if I get up, either.” “Okay, deal.” Maarin stands up and stretches his long limbs, feeling the sting on his ass as he gets off of the wooden chair. Issane begins his way to the bathroom when he realizes something important. How would he take it off and put it back on without Arctil knowing? “Maarin, he’ll know, won’t he?” Maarin thinks for a moment, “He probably would, yeah.” Issane presses his thighs together. “This isn’t fair.” “Come here,” Maarin opens up his arms, and Issane steps into them. “I’m sorry.” Issane whispers. Maarin feels a pang in his chest. He holds Issane tighter. “Let’s say it was both of our faults. I’m sorry, too.” The door suddenly swings open, Arctil holding far more bags of food than would be reasonable if it weren’t, well, Arctil. They freeze in place, their stomach in knots. “I thought I told you two not to move? But I’m glad you’ve made up at least.” Arctil says as he places his many bags on the table. Issane and Maarin relax their shoulders and let out a collective sigh of relief. Before they can do anything else, however, Arctil gives them both a firm swat on their rumps. Arctil sets out many dishes of food and begins filling three plates for them all. “Alright, come sit down, you idiots.” Arctil goes to the fridge as they get settled, grabbing himself a beer and violet and pink colored lemonade for his naughty boys. Once Arctil is settled, they begin eating their dinner. Maarin has a plate of smiley face fries, popcorn shrimp, and a side salad. Issane has a side of spinach, smoked salmon, and smiley face fries as well. Arctil has everything. Salmon, a steak, popcorn shrimp, mashed potatoes, spinach, a pile of rolls, and a cup of corn. Issane winces as he takes a sip of lemonade and wiggles in his seat. Maarin puts a comforting hand on his thigh. “You two okay over there?” They both nod. Arctil raises an eyebrow, but decides to leave it for now. He finishes quickly and downs his beer. He takes his dishes to the sink and looks over to see how close they were to being finished. They’d barely even started. He sighs. Do they always have to eat so slowly? Issane suddenly pushes his plate away and spits something into a napkin. The smiley fries were gone, but the spinach was nearly untouched. “I- I’m not hungry anymore.” he looks a bit ill. “Okay, if you say so. But you’ll be eating more at breakfast tomorrow.” Arctil thinks for a moment, “you’re not wet, are you?” he walks towards Issane about to check. Issane shakes his head furiously. “No! I’m not! I’m not!” “But he probably will be soon.” Maarin mumbles into his drink. Maarin pushes his plate back, his shrimp and smileys gone. “I’m done.” and he finishes his drink. “Well, then I guess it’s time for bed, since you two had such an eventful day.” Feeling subdued, they don’t argue, just follow Arctil into the bedroom. “Now I think you need something to remind you to be good. Come here Maarin.” Maarin steps forward, and Arctil pulls him over his lap. “Just a few swats as a reminder, Okay?” “Yes Daddy.” Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. “Wait, wait! Let me up!” Maarin squirms and struggles against Arctil. “Oh? Why should I do that?” “I- I have to…” the last part of his sentence inaudible. “You have to what?” “I have to… pee.” Maarin struggles a bit, but is held firmly in place. Arctil gives another hard swat to Maarin’s behind. Maarin whimpers. “S-stop!” “Should I?” He continues. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. Maarin is shaking, from the effort, the pain, and the overwhelming sensations and emotions. He felt like a live wire curled into a ball. “P-please…” Arctil continues. It only takes a couple more swats and Maarin involuntarily relaxes, a quiet gasp escaping him, Arctil’s lap becoming wet. “Nooo…” he lets out a strangled whine. “Now you know how Issane felt, don’t you?” Maarin can only nod pitifully in response, shame radiating off of him. “If something like this happens again, you’ll be padded with him.” He looks seriously into Maarin’s eyes, making sure he gets the gravity of the situation. Arctil gently sets Maarin on a wooden stool in the corner. Arctil removes his pants, revealing a pronounced erection in his underwear. “Come here, Issane.” Issane makes small steps forward, trying to keep his legs as close together as possible, but also trying not to be too obvious about his clear need. Arctil grabs Issane’s wrist and pulls him onto his lap. Arctil’s knee presses painfully into his bladder. Arctil gently rubs his back before beginning. Thawp. Thawp. That’s all it takes before a loud hissing sound can be heard. Arctil can feel the diaper grow warm when he gives a last couple of swats. Arctil sets Issane gently on his feet before pulling him in for a hug. "Hush now, it's alright, I'm done now." He lets him go then places a finger underneath his chin, making him lift his face so that he'll meet his gaze. "You did well, honey. You took it very well." He runs his hand down the front of Issane's diaper, and it takes all of Issane's willpower to not buck against his hand. He knows better than to do that, but the idea of his daddy's rough fingers pressing his soiled padding against his miniscule bulge, rubbing it into him…. Issane can only whine when Arctil removes his hand, and shoots him a warning look. He turns his attention to Maarin then, who had curled into himself on the stool, legs drawn up to his face, revealing plainly his battered ass and sticky thighs. "Alright now, sweetheart, you can come over here now too. You're not in any more trouble." At this, he seems to perk up, and shakily walks over, though he's unable to meet either of their eyes. Arctill places a hand on his lower back. "Honey, I know it hurts, and I know you're ashamed, so I want you to listen closely. You need to apologize to Issane and really mean it, and if you can do that, we'll put this whole thing behind us, and we can all get some much needed rest. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart?" Edited June 29 by TheLostDog (see edit history)
Laura wakes up to the sun coming in her window. She is wearing a pair of pink panties. The delicate fabric feels gentle against her skin as she stretches and makes her way to the bathroom. As she stands in front of the mirror, she runs a brush through her tangled chestnut hair before glancing at the empty glass on the counter. She knows she needs to fill it up immediately. She heads downstairs, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about the impending ultrasound. In the kitchen, Laura fills a tall glass with cold water, the condensation forming droplets on the outside. The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. She takes a seat at the kitchen table, the smooth wood cool beneath her fingertips. As she sips the water, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the ultrasound might reveal. The clock on the wall ticks slowly, and she wonders how long it will take for her bladder to become full enough for the scan. Two hours before her appointment, Laura decides to take a refreshing shower. She enters the bathroom, the cool tiles under her bare feet sending a shiver up her spine. She turns on the faucet, adjusting the knobs until the water is just the right temperature. As the steam begins to fill the room, she undresses herself, slowly slipping off her pink panties and stepping out of them. Laura steps into the soothing cascade of water, the droplets gently caressing her skin. She runs her hands through her wet hair, the lather of the shampoo filling the air with a pleasant scent. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to relax, relishing in the peaceful solitude of the shower. The stream of water trickles down her body, washing away any tension that had built up within her. After a thorough wash, she turns off the faucet, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day ahead. After her relaxing shower, Laura wraps herself in a plush towel, the soft fabric absorbing the droplets clinging to her skin. She walks back to her bedroom, where her outfit for the day awaits her. From her neatly arranged closet, she pulls out a pair of dark blue jeans, their snug fit hugging her curves in just the right way. She carefully slips into the jeans, the cool fabric sliding up her legs and securing at her waist. Next, Laura selects a loose, flowy blouse in a pastel shade of lavender. The lightweight material feels airy against her skin as she pulls it over her head, the fabric cascading down to her hips. The blouse's delicate floral pattern brings a touch of femininity to her ensemble. She fastens a delicate silver necklace around her neck and slides on a pair of simple silver earrings. Laura heads downstairs, her newly dressed self moving with a hint of urgency as she nears the kitchen. As she walks, she can't help but notice a subtle pressure building in her lower abdomen, a gentle reminder of the growing need to relieve her full bladder. The sensation is akin to a persistent but manageable ache, causing her to become increasingly aware of the weight in her pelvic area. In the kitchen, she stands next to the sink, her hand gripping the faucet tightly as she takes a deep breath. The glass in front of her awaits, ready to be filled with the necessary water to maintain her full bladder for the ultrasound. The sound of the rushing water echoes through the room as she fills the glass, the liquid cascading in a steady stream. As she takes her first sip, she feels a twinge of discomfort in her abdomen, a reminder that her bladder is already beginning to reach its limits. The urgency to use the bathroom grows stronger with each passing minute. Laura grabs her car keys, feeling a mix of excitement and discomfort as she heads out the front door. The sun casts a warm glow over the neighborhood, the chirping of birds filling the air. She walks briskly towards her car, her steps slightly altered by the increasing pressure in her full bladder. As she reaches the vehicle, she delicately lowers herself into the driver's seat, wincing slightly at the added pressure against her abdomen. The engine purrs to life as she turns the key, the sound resonating through the car. She adjusts the rearview mirror, her gaze meeting her reflection. Her eyes reflect determination, mixed with a slight uneasiness caused by her increasingly uncomfortable bladder. She takes a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she begins her drive to the ultrasound appointment. With each passing moment, the pressure in her bladder seems to intensify, making her acutely aware of the importance of arriving at the clinic on time. Laura arrives at the ultrasound clinic, her bladder now noticeably full and causing a persistent discomfort. She walks up to the front desk, where a friendly receptionist greets her with a warm smile. She checks in, providing her name and appointment time. As the receptionist reviews the schedule, her smile fades slightly, and she informs Laura that there will be a delay in seeing the sonographer. Laura's heart sinks a little, as she had hoped to have the ultrasound completed as soon as possible to alleviate the growing discomfort in her bladder. Nevertheless, she puts on a polite smile and thanks the receptionist for the update. She takes a seat in the waiting area, trying her best to find a comfortable position despite the increasing pressure in her lower abdomen. Glancing around the room, she sees other expectant mothers, their anticipation palpable as they wait for their turn. The minutes tick by slowly, the passing time accentuating the persistent need to relieve herself. Thirty minutes have passed, and Laura's desperation intensifies with every passing moment. She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs tightly in an attempt to exert some control over her increasingly urgent need to empty her full bladder. The discomfort has grown more pronounced, causing her to fidget restlessly as she tries to find any form of relief. With each passing second, it becomes harder for Laura to focus on anything else. She feels a constant pressure against her lower abdomen, the fullness becoming almost unbearable. She casts a worried glance at the receptionist, hoping for any sign that the sonographer will be ready soon. The ticking of the clock on the wall becomes almost mocking, echoing the slow passing of time and the unyielding need within her. The urgency rises, and she can't help but squirm in her seat, desperately seeking any form of relief. Another painful fifteen minutes have passed, stretching the waiting time to a full forty-five minutes since her scheduled appointment. The ache in Laura's bladder has reached its peak, causing her to wince with each movement. Every step she takes feels like a jolt of discomfort as she cautiously makes her way into the exam room, her desperation evident in her eyes. The sonographer, understanding the urgency, meets her with a sympathetic smile. Laura's gait is careful and deliberate, her legs pressed tightly together in a desperate attempt to hold back the mounting pressure. She is guided to the examination table, where she gingerly eases herself onto the surface, her face twisted with discomfort. The coolness of the vinyl beneath her offers little solace in contrast to the painful fullness in her bladder. The sonographer begins to talk with Laura, her voice calm and empathetic, as she tries to ease the tension and distract Laura from her discomfort. Meanwhile, Laura's patience wanes as her bladder continues to protest against the prolonged wait. She squirms in her position on the examination table, her legs crossing and uncrossing rhythmically as she desperately seeks any form of relief. With each passing second, it becomes harder for Laura to concentrate on the conversation. The need to empty her full bladder consumes her every thought and action. She inhales deeply, trying to find a momentary distraction from the intense pressure that seems to be mounting inside her. The gentle rise and fall of her breaths provide her some fleeting respite, albeit insufficient to alleviate her growing discomfort. Finally, the moment that Laura had been waiting for arrives. The sonographer instructs her to remove her pants and panties, a flush of both embarrassment and relief washing over her. With a mixture of urgency and awkwardness, Laura complies, her movements slightly clumsy as she quickly removes her clothing. She lays down on the examination table, feeling a sense of vulnerability as she exposes herself to the sonographer. Taking a deep breath, Laura spreads her legs as instructed. The cool air in the room grazes her exposed skin, and she can't help but feel a heightened awareness of her own body. As the sonographer prepares the ultrasound equipment, Laura's discomfort momentarily takes a backseat to a curious anticipation, knowing that this procedure will provide valuable insights into her health. Despite the discomfort, she reminds herself of the necessity of the scan and focuses on the present moment, ready to cooperate fully. With each passing moment, Laura's exposed pussy responds with a heightened state of sensitivity to the cool air in the room. The pulses and spasms of her bladder's fullness resonate with increasing intensity through her loins, and she finds herself struggling to contain the insistent throb. She can feel her pussy swelling with pressure, the urgent need for relief becoming more and more urgent. As the sonographer begins the scan, Laura takes deep breaths in a desperate attempt to focus. However, her bladder's fullness and the increasingly unbearable need for release consume her every thought. Her squirms and fidgets in her position, her lips parting in a silent moan as her pussy throbs with need. She wavers on the razor-thin edge of control, desperately hoping to maintain composure long enough for the scan to be completed. As the sonographer maneuvered the ultrasound wand, trying to get a better image, their pressure increased briefly on Laura's lower abdomen, causing a momentary spasm. A sudden and discreet dribble of urine escapes Laura's labia, leaving her feeling both embarrassed and relieved. Her face flushes with embarrassment, but she tries her best to remain still and think of something else. She briefly wonders if the sonographer had made note of her accident but quickly dismisses the thought. The urgency grows stronger as the sonographer continues the exam, and Laura's focus becomes increasingly compromised. The fullness of her bladder and the mounting unease have reached an unbearable peak, leaving her with no choice but to seek the nearest restroom at the earliest opportunity. With each passing moment, she can feel her control slipping, making it harder and harder to maintain her composure. Her pussy continues to pulse, her urge to urinate becoming more and more insistent. Laura's need for relief is now at its peak. She lies trembling on the examination table, her bladder contracting and pussy aching with discomfort. Every second feels like an eternity as she struggles against the mounting urge to pee. It feels as though her bladder has grown, the pressure increasing with each passing moment. She can feel her control slipping, her legs trembling with the effort of holding on. The sonographer continues to work on the scan, unaware of the desperate situation in Laura's bladder. Their gentle probing causes an additional sensation of discomfort, to which Laura can barely respond. Her entire body seems to be pleading for release. However, Laura tries her best to maintain her composure, determined to hold on just a little longer until the scan is complete. Every muscle in her body is taut, clenching against the urge to let go. The ticking of the clock on the wall marks each passing second, seeming to taunt her with the slow progression of time. Laura is barely able to focus her attention, with her desperation for release becoming all-consuming. Finally, the sonographer finishes with the scan. Laura lets out a sigh of relief, but she knows there are still a few final images required to complete the scan. The sonographer requests to use a transvaginal ultrasound, and Laura knows that her discomfort is far from over. She spreads her legs wider as is instructed, her heart racing with anxiety as the sonographer prepares the necessary equipment. As the probe is inserted into her vagina, Laura gasps at the sudden sensation of pressure. It feels both invasive and uncomfortable, but she tries her best to keep still. Her muscles clench involuntarily, a reaction to the discomfort of the insertion. She can feel the probe pressing against the fullness of her bladder, and the sensation only increases her desire to urinate. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, hoping to remain in control long enough for the final images to be taken. The fullness of her bladder combined with the sensation of the probe only enhance her sensitivity, and she feels herself shuddering with discomfort. After regaining her composure, Laura lies there, almost on the verge of completely wetting herself. The sonographer continues the exam, but all Laura can think about is her urgent need for a bathroom. She moans and shakes, her entire body trembling with discomfort. She can barely focus on the exam anymore, with her mind focused solely on the urge to relieve herself. The sound of the ultrasound machine fills the room, but to Laura, it feels like a distant hum. Instead, all she can feel is the intense pressure in her bladder, and the overwhelming need to find relief. She squirms and fidgets on the table, her legs trembling with renewed intensity. The desire to urinate has become borderline unbearable, the fullness of her bladder causing her to shake uncontrollably. She is barely able to form coherent thoughts, with all her energy focused on holding on just long enough to finish the exam. The exam is finally completed, and the sonographer removes the wand from Laura's vagina. She exhales a sharp breath, exhaling with relief. However, now that the exam is over, the urgency to empty her bladder only intensifies. She tries to rise up from the examination table, but her legs tremble with the strain of holding back the flood of urine that she knows will come if she moves too quickly. Her access to the bathroom seems to be inches away, yet she feels as though it remains out of reach. Laura looks around her, searching for any solution that can help her delay the urgency long enough to get to the bathroom. However, it all feels futile, with her body on the brink of losing control. She tries to summon all her strength, knowing that any delay would lead to a complete loss of control. She takes a deep breath, her eyes now focusing on the closest bathroom which seems miles away. She tries to concentrate and summon the last ounces of control within her, slowly getting up from the examination table, praying she will make it to the bathroom without further incident. Laura's worst fears had come true - as she tried to stand up, she feels a sudden warmth spread rapidly through her crotch. The intensive pressure of the urine that had accumulated in her bladder had finally taken its toll, and she feels it gushing out of her uncontrollably. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she tries to quickly cover herself, but it was too late, the damage is already done. She feels her urine running down her legs and puddling on the ground below. The sonographer was quick to grab some paper towels, attempting to help with the mess - while doing her best to hide her own embarrassment for Laura's situation. As for Laura, she feels a mixture of shame and defeat. She has just soiled herself in a public place, a situation that most adults would find embarrassing. She tries to control the flow of urine, tightening her pelvic muscles instinctively, but it seems like she has lost all control down there. The humiliation she feels seems almost unbearable - her mind racing with thoughts of what the medical team would think. The sonographer expresses empathy and assures Laura that accidents like this are common in their line of work and that she should not feel embarrassed.
Hello and hope you enjoy this fanfic of the anime of Rising of the Shield Hero. Great LN, poor season 2 adaptation. Anyhow, enjoy! “And now we stay as quiet as we can to avoid disturbing the fish,” Kizuna said in a whisper. Glass nodded and sat down next to her, admiring the smaller girl. It has been forever since they last hung out like this, even accounting for Kizuna’s fishing obsession. After Naofumi freed Kizuna from the infinite labyrinth and they beat Kyo and freed his vassal weapon, Glass and Kizuna had a lot of catching up to do. And while Glass told Kizuna everything about what happened in her absence, the pair decided to go out on a fishing trip as Kizuna wanted to catch any new fish that appeared from the wave. The two were currently on a small lake where one of the many waves had taken place in a small wooden boat. A bucket was placed in the center of the boat where Kizuna had planned to deposit the fish. Kizuna herself was intensely staring at the small bobble of her fishing rod that was bobbing up and down on the water’s surface. While Kizuna was fully distracted, Glass brushed her hand across her stomach. A weak bit of pressure in between her legs made its presence known and it was quickly ramping up strength. I should have gone to the bathroom before we left. Well, I’m sure it won’t take that long. Almost two hours passed with Kizuna only catching a few small fish. They flopped around in the bucket, but unlike that bucket, Glass’ bladder was filling up quickly. She pushed her tights together as close as she could and tried her hardest to avoid making any noise, which was getting harder and harder to do. “Mmh,” Glass groaned, shifting as quietly as she could. She checked on Kizuna, but her friend didn’t seem to notice her discomfort as she was way too focused on the fishing rod. Glass tried to sit still as to not rock the boat and distract Kizuna, however the pressure was quickly ramping up. Sweat began to cover her forehead as the strain took its toll on her body. Glass quietly crossed her legs and pushed her legs together. I hope she finishes soon. She thought, clenching the side if her kimono. “Hah, hah, agh.” Glass panted as her need rose higher than before. She could no longer stop squirming in her seat. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself from bursting, but she knew it wouldn’t last forever. Without warning, a small spurt escaped into her undergarments. Glass squeezed her crotch as hard as she could to keep the flood at bay, however a few drops still made it into her panties. Panic swept over her as she realized she might not be able to hold it before they get back on land. Please don’t look, please don’t look, please don’t look! Kizuna shifted in place and groaned. Glass moved her hands to her sides. And just in time too, as Kizuna put a hand on her stomach and turned towards Glass. “Let’s go back, I don’t think I can catch any more fish here today,” Kizuna said, grabbing the paddles. “Y-yeah, a-alright,” Glass sputtered out, trying her best to not shift in her seat or grab herself. Almost there, almost there! Just hold on a bit longer! she thought, as another small spurt escaped into her underwear. No no no no! Hold on a bit longer! I’m almost there! The boat tapped the beach lightly, sending vibrations to Glass’ bladder and another spurt into her panties. Glass pushed her tights together as hard as she could as she carefully got off of the boat. Kizuna jumped onto land and hopped from foot to foot “I’ll be right back,” she said, ducking behind the tree. Glass’ hands instantly shot to her crotch, stopping the next leak before it happened. Finally! If I can just get behind those bushes I can relieve myself, and Kizuna will be none the wiser! “Aah, hah, ghn,” Glass groaned as she took a step forward. Her bladder contracted and let out another spurt, further damping her underwear. She squeezed with all her might, her already white knuckles somehow getting paler. Tears began to fall down her face as the pain became unbearable. This was her limit. She knew that if she took even a single step her bladder might burst. However she knew she would burst anyway if she simply stood there. Glass took a small step towards the bushes. Another spurt escaped, but she managed to stop it. She only had a few steps to go. Al…most… there… just a… bit longer… Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh “Aah!” Glass doubled over as another wave hit her bladder. A small leak escaped, dampening her underwear. Glass could feel her kimono around her crotch becoming damp as well. However, it was not her who was getting relief. Behind the tree Kizuna let out a moan as she emptied the river inside her bladder. Glass trembled as the sound reminded her of the ocean inside her own bladder. She started to sob as another leak came out, leaving a visible wet spot on her kimono. Her legs twisted into a pretzel, as Glass continued to fight off the waves of desperation, trying to delay the flood that was coming. “Glass?” Kizuna called out to the trembling woman. Glass looked up in surprise. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even hear Kizuna approach her. She wanted to say something, anything, that would make this situation less embarrassing, but another leak reminded her that that was no longer an option. “Ki… zu… na…” Glass squeaked out, her voice barely a whisper. “Oh god, how long were you holding it? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Kizuna asked, rubbing her legs together as her face reddened. Glass was too preoccupied to notice this, however, and tried her best to ask Kizuna for help.. “He… lp… ki… mo… no…,” Glass managed to wheeze out. Kizuna nodded and walked up to her friend. She untied the string keeping Glass’ robe closed and helped her slide it down the ghost woman’s pale and sweat covered body, revealing the large bladder bulge under her gown. There Glass stood in nothing but her undergarments in front of the girl she loved the most, trembling and holding herself like a child on the verge of bursting. Her face red from the strain on her body became even redder with embarrassment. Instead of helping her take off her panties, Kizuna paused and looked in awe at Glass’ bulge. Since her body was a bit transparent Kizuna could see a large yellow ball made of liquid right under her skin. Glass gasped and bent over as another wave hit her bladder. She let out another spurt which leaked through her wet panties and down her pale legs. “Ngh! Ki…zu…na…” Glass whined, trying to hold on just a bit longer. “Hot…” Kizuna whispered under her breath, lightly poking Glass’ bladder with her finger. “Eep!” Glass shrieked, shifting away. Another leak escaped and ran down her legs. Kizuna took a step forward and gently ran her finger across her friend’s bladder, sending waves crashing down onto the poor spirit girl. “Ki-KizunAH, s-stAH!” Glass gasped out. “I ca… ngh… hold… it…” “Not even for a few minutes?” Kizuna asked innocently. Glass let out a whine as another leak escaped. She shook her head slowly so as to not agitate her bladder any further. Glass shut her eyes tight and raised her head. Her breathing was ragged and her hair was pretty much glued to her body because of all the sweat. Suddenly she felt a surge of strength flow through her entire body, as well as a cold liquid dripping onto her bladder. The spirit woman looked down in surprise. While she could feel her bladder fill a bit quicker from the new liquid, she now had more than enough strength to hold it in. “Haaah,” Glass sighed in relief. How come she didn’t think of using soul healing water? “Th-thanks. I’ll be r-ah-ight back!” However Glass didn’t even get to take two steps before she felt her arms raised above her head and her body pulled towards a nearby tree. “Kizuna?” Glass gasped, as the movement almost made her leak again. She tried to grab herself, but her hands were tied to the tree with Kizuna’s fishing rod line. “Hold it for me, Glass,” Kizuna said, her eyes and voice filled with lust. Before Glass could protest, Kizuna pulled down the ghost girl’s bra and began to play with her nipples. “K-kizuna! Wait! Oooh,” Glass tried to call out before a moan escaped from her mouth. Waves off arousal began crashing onto her body as she squirmed under her hero’s touch. She felt a second need rising and she was nearing her limit. “N-no!” Glass yelled, crossing and double crossing her pale legs as a small leak dripped down her legs. She tried to squirm out of the hunter hero’s fishing line, but it was no use. The soul healing water she absorbed was starting to wear off and so was the bonus strength. Unfortunately for her, the liquid that was absorbed did not disappear in the same fashion, leaving behind an even fuller bladder. Suddenly another burst of strength ran through her body as Kizuna poured a vial of soul healing water over Glass’ breasts. The cold water made Glass shutter as she fought to keep her urine contained. Glass tried to say something, but her voice got trapped in her throat as Kizuna slid her hand gently down Glass’ round swollen bladder. As Glass tried to squirm away from the additional pressure, Kizuna pushed her fingers into Glass’ warm and wet panties, rubbing her fingers across Glass' clit. Glass squirmed under the fish obsessed girl’s delicate touches as her arousal was beginning to reach its limit. “Ah!” Glass exclaimed, as a big leak escaped. The rubbing stopped and a much larger boost of strength hit her body. “Kizuna-!” Glass tried to protest, but the rubbing resumed, turning her into a sweating and writhing mess. Kizuna continued her relentless rampage on Glass’ pussy, watching with hungry eyes as the woman squirmed and thrashed around, her bulging bladder growing the more potions were poured on her. Every time she was getting close to cumming, her bladder would leak and Kizuna would stop pleasuring her to refill her bladder and give her extra strength to hold it. Over two hours passed in this manner with Glass’s bladder expanding to the size of a basketball and a small puddle of urine, sweat, precum and tears collected under Glass’ trembling double crossed legs. She no longer had the strength to stand on her own and was being held up by the fishing line over her head. “Ki…zu…na…” Glass whimpered. She was on the edge for too long and wanted either kind of release. “Pl…ea…se……le…t…cum…” “I’m trying, but you have to stop leaking,” Kizuna responded in her usual sweet voice. Glass sobbed as another wave of desperation crashed onto her body just as she was about to cum. “And you leaked again. You know what that means!” Kizuna sang, pulling out more vials of soul soothing potions. Glass cried as the positions were poured over her body again, filling up her bladder even more than before. Before Kizuna could even begin stroking Glass’ clit, another leak burst out. “Wow Glassy, you just can’t seem to stop leaking, can you? Aren’t you supposed to be the older hero here?” Kizuna asked in a mocking tone, pulling out more potions. “E…no…ugh,” Glass gasped out. Kizuna didn’t listen and poured the potions onto Glass’ naked body again, causing a surge of strength to run through the ghost woman. Another spurt burst forth, showing that Glass was at her limit. “E…nough!” Glass exclaimed again, pulling against the tree with all her strength. “You have to stop leaking then~!” Kizuna replied, pouring her largest batch of soul healing water yet. “ENOUGH!!!” Glass screamed as the tree holding her shattered. She crashed onto the ground and that was the final straw. The violent vibrations crashed onto her bladder and no amount of effort could stop it. PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Glass jammed both of her hands into her crotch in an attempt to stem the flow, but it was too late. The stream of urine burst out, crashing into the ground with enough strength to bury a hole in the ground. Glass moaned out in ecstasy as her bladder finally began deflating. And on top of that she was quickly approaching the edge again. The pleasure of her stretched and exhausted bladder finally emptying pushed Glass over the edge as she screamed. Her body collapsed onto the ground, still emptying the contents of its bladder as a second and even third orgasm crashed over Glass. Finally the violent stream started to slow down and come to an end. “Woah. Glass… that was so-,” Kizuna began. “Ki~zu~na,” Glass said in a singsong voice as she pulled herself up. The strength buff from the last batch was still in effect and now wasn’t being used to keep Glass’ bladder closed. “Uh-oh,” Kizuna muttered as she sensed an ominous and lust filled aura around Glass, as the woman slowly staggered towards her. “That was very naughty of you to do~,” Glass continued, grabbing Kizuna’s hand. “And naughty girls need to be punished.” Let’s just say, that fishing trip was definitely one the duo remembered.
This story follows the character Bianca Campagna, the sister of Carrie from The Last Year Before They Grew Up, and gives the backstory on how she was so prepared in the New Years Chapter. I had writer's block so I figured I’d write it out. ————— “C’mon Bianca, five reps left!” Liza called excitedly from next to the squat rack. Bianca groaned, sweat dropping down her forehead and stinging her eyes. She tried to lower herself into a squat once again but her thighs were burning from her previous sets and her body was screaming at her to stop as she went to stand again. Unwilling to yield to the weight, Bianca dug into her reserves and forced herself to extend her legs back to her full height of 5’2. The petite Italian was in very good shape, having started putting a major focus on her fitness at the start of the COVID pandemic nearly 3 years prior. Recently she had been taking even more advantage of the great gym facilities at Boston College where she was completing her Masters in Biotechnology. Her workout regimen had improved and she was seeing the results in the form of lean muscle being packed on to her small physique. With her dyed blonde hair and voluptuous ass, Bianca was beginning to feel much more confident that she used to. As she lowered herself into yet another squat, Bianca felt her stomach gurgling as her muscles strained. When she went to raise the weight again, forcing her quivering thighs to obey her, a soft yet audible fart slipped past her butt cheeks and into her black leggings. “Did you just fart?” Kat asked surprised, doing her best to suppress a laugh at her friend’s unplanned release. Blushing bright red, Bianca nodded. Sometimes when she overtaxed her body and pushed it to new limits, she would find her bowels struggling to keep up. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the strain in all her other muscles causing her bowels to relax but she did know that it had a very rapid effect on her. Her post-workout shits had been massive and overwhelming lately, and once she started farting she never had more than twenty minutes before an explosion. Gritting her teeth, Bianca quickly pumped out her remaining reps. With a sigh of relief, she deposited the bar back into the squat rack and grabbed her water bottle. Taking a large swig, she savoured the cold water against the inside of her throat. “Great job B!” Kat exclaimed, impressed by her friend’s sheer grit. Bianca knew she had inspired Kat to start coming to the gym more which she was proud of, but she really didn’t want to start a post-workout conversation with her while she needed to take a dump. “Thanks Kat,” Bianca replied, smiling in an attempt to hide her desperation. “I’d love to stay and chat while you finish up your set but I gotta bounce! I need to go meet Fabio for dinner.” “No worries, boyfriends are always impatient. I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow?” Kat asked. “Of course!” Bianca replied, making a beeline for the door. She felt badly lying to her friend about an imaginary dinner date but her boyfriend was the perfect excuse to get her out of there. In reality, Fabio was probably back at her apartment in the student ghetto doing some homework but Kat didn’t need to know that. As she tapped her student card to exit the gym and nodded to the attendant at the front desk, Bianca felt another soft fart slip out of her butt. Rushing onwards to avoid being associated with the smell, Bianca pushed through the door into the women’s change-room. The change-room was relatively empty, with only a shirtless black girl with red leggings checking her locker and a slightly heavier blonde toweling off after a shower. Bianca averted her eyes in an attempt to give them some privacy and made her way straight for the bathrooms across the tiled floor. Hurrying through the doorway into the bathroom, Bianca was greeted by caution tape on the 3 stalls. Not quite believing what she was seeing, Bianca looked around frantically for any kind of explanation for why the bathrooms were closed. After a few seconds of scanning, she spotted a piece of paper taped over the sink that read “Closed due to pipes leaking”. Dancing on the spot, the petite blonde caught herself pondering using the closed toilets anyways. Scolding herself, Bianca raced out of the bathroom in the direction of her locker. Stomach gurgling angrily, Bianca fumbled with her combination lock on her locker. Sweat was running down her face and she was struggling to focus, inputting the code wrong 3 times in a row. Finally, after a desperate fourth attempt, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Bianca was starting to panic as she felt a log trying to slide out of her anus. She was no longer confident she could reach a bathroom in time as the desperation was starting to overwhelm her. Grabbing her stuff, the blonde made the choice to rush straight to her apartment without changing. Glancing down at her black leggings and pink sports bra, she grimaced at their sweaty feel against her body. She was going to enjoy her shower a lot after she got home. “Are you okay?” the topless black girl asked randomly. Bianca realized she’d been bobbing up and down in desperation as she packed her bag with her water bottle and headphones. Mortified that someone had noticed her fidgeting, she blushed and turned to face the stranger. “Yeah, I’m okay! I just really need a bathroom. The protein shake is hitting,” she joked. “OH EM GEE I get it completely girly. Protein shake shits are no joke,” the black girl sympathized. “It’s ridiculous that the bathroom here is closed but I think there’s a bathroom open in the library.” Bianca swore silently under her breath. “That’s like 5 minutes in the opposite direction. Thanks, but I think I’m going to book it home.” “It’s always a slay to use your own toilet instead of public,” the stranger agreed. “Do you live far?” “No, I don’t live more than an eight minute walk.” As Bianca said this, her stomach gurgled and yet another fart slipped out. This fart was quite potent, filling the air with a strong earthy scent. “Oh girly, get out of here fast! That stinks!” the stranger encouraged in a comforting tone. “Don’t wait around and have an accident.” “Oh god, let’s not manifest that!” Bianca said as she threw her bag over her shoulders and scurried towards the change-room door. She’d never had an accident after the age where she had got out of diapers and she didn’t plan on doing so now. Throwing open the door, Bianca began rushing through the route that she frequented every day from her gym to her apartment. Out through the gym lobby, around the side of the building, cutting through the beaten path between the gym and the climbing facilities, then making her way west across the edge of campus. As the smell of freshly cooked hot dogs wafted into her nose from the vendor who always parked his cart on campus, Bianca felt sick to her stomach. The thought of food was repulsive as her stomach rumbled with desperation. Bianca picked up her pace as another fart escaped, barreling past groups of students playing ultimate frisbee on the lawns in front of the engineering buildings. She could feel the first log threatening to slide out into her grey thong, and her mind wandered to the expression “touching cloth”. She had never really considered how accurately it could describe the sensation but this was the feeling that she was experiencing at the moment. The tip of her poo was pushing gently into the seat of her panties. Starting to panic, the petite blonde jammed her left hand into her bum and was unpleasantly surprised to feel the tip of the log through the fabric against her palm. She was still at least four minutes from her apartment and she had begun to worry that she wouldn’t make it. Reaching the edge of campus, Bianca danced back and forth at the corner waiting for the light to change. Finally, spying a gap in traffic, the blonde resorted to jaywalking to get across quicker as she darted behind a city bus filled with students. Conscious that she was on display, Bianca couldn’t care less at this point and her hand remained jammed into her bum. She could see a few surprised looks through the bus’ thick glass windows but for the most part no one paid her any mind. Bianca hurried down the street as quickly as her petite legs could carry her. Rushing past the green grocer and the convenience store, she felt the poop threatening to explode out of her and she groaned at the pressure in her bowels. Finally, the large stone apartment building that she called home appeared at the end of the block and she made her way directly to the front door. Bianca threw open the front door to the lobby of her building and rushed to the inner door that led to the elevators. Fumbling around in her bag, she managed to fish out her key card and tap it on the card reader. The click of the door almost made her cry in relief and she immediately shoved through it. Knowing that she couldn’t stand still in the elevator without shitting herself, Bianca rushed to the stairwell and shot up the stairs like a rocket. Her hand was still firmly planted on her ass and she could feel the poop sliding out more and more. As she reached her floor, she threw open the door and rushed down the hall towards her apartment. The key card was still clasped in her free hand and she quickly used it to open the door. As she entered the apartment, her cat Mr Whiskers jumped off the couch and made his way towards her. Ignoring him completely, Bianca scrambled to kick off her shoes before heading straight for the bathroom down the hall. As she moved, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black leggings and began to slide them off her shapely ass and down her toned thighs. Already she was imagining the feeling of collapsing backwards onto the toilet and releasing control of her bowels. She could practically hear the plop of her turds hitting the water, the sigh as she finally relaxed… To her horror, as she reached the bathroom door, Bianca was shocked to find it closed. Grabbing the door handle, she was disturbed to find that it didn’t turn in her grasp. Jiggling it violently, she called through the door. “Fabio, if you’re in there you better hurry the fuck up!” “Jeez Bianca, it’s nice to hear your voice too!” her boyfriend Fabio replied sarcastically from beyond the door. “Give me a minute, I’m just finishing up.” “I don’t have a minute,” Bianca screamed, anger bubbling up inside of her. She was quite the sight, drenched in sweat with her black leggings bunched around her knees, a slight bulge in the back of her grey thong. Prancing in a small circle in front of the door, Bianca gasped in surprise as she felt the log start to slide out once again. The blonde desperately tried to prevent it but much to her cage in there seemed to be no way to stop. With a soft moan, Bianca stood there helplessly as the first small log broke off into her panties. Thinking on her feet, Bianca tried to think of somewhere - anywhere! - where she could poop before she totally humiliated herself. Suddenly, inspiration literally brushed up against her leg. Mr Whiskers rubbed up against her, pushing his feline face into the back of her calf. Her knees threatened to buckle from the slight touch but she now knew where she could poop. Rushing two doors further down the hall, Bianca careened into her office. She threw open the door, revealing a tiny cramped space that she mostly used for studying and occasionally gaming on her laptop. There was a desk against the far wall that was covered in stacks of paper and a bookshelf on one side of the room. On top of the bookshelf was a small lamp that was emitting a warm orange glow. Most importantly for Bianca’s desperate mind, under the desk was Mr. Whisker’s kitty litter box which stank of urine. It had been awhile since she cleaned it due to her own laziness. “Holy fuck, this is so embarrassing,” Bianca muttered to herself as she reached under her desk for the kitty litter box. Sliding it into the middle of the room, Bianca was frantically dancing out of control. Reaching down, the petite blonde grabbed her bunches up leggings at her knees and yanked them down to her ankles. In a heartbeat, she was squirming around in nothing but her grey thong and pink sports bra, the thong bulging with a log of poo held tightly against her bum. Squatting over the litter box, Bianca hurriedly yanked down her panties while making sure to tip the contents into the grey litter powder within. Sneaking a look down, Bianca could see that the log was pretty solid and a dark rich brown. This desperation had definitely been caused by the protein and her very full bowels, there was no excusing it. With one final loud moan, Bianca was finally able to relax her bowels over the kitty litter. Sweat pouring down her face, she let the sensation wash over her as logs of poop rushed out of her anus. The first one hit the powder with a soft thud and broke off, allowing the next to telescope out behind it. Soon, a pile of six human turds was nestled in and among her cat’s waste. Quickly, relief turned to shame at what she’d just done. Bianca realized that she’d lost control, started shifting her pants and resorted to pooping like a domesticated animal. Despite her best attempts to hold back the floodgates, Bianca felt tears well up in her big brown eyes. Soon, she was crying silently on the floor of her office, nude from the waist down. From down the hall, she heard Fabio call out. “Bianca, I’m out of the washroom!” Rising to her feet and wiping tears from her eyes, Bianca absolved to ensure that Fabio never found out. Shoving the kitty litter box back under her desk, she yanked up her underwear and leggings and prepared to face her boyfriend.
Yai Ayanokoji looked out the window, the glass kept perfectly spotless, as she sat in a plush seat in the back seat of a limousine. At only eight years of age, Yai was accustomed to living her entire life with such luxury; being the only daughter of the CEO of AyanoTech, she had access to quite the pile of wealth, in no danger of sitting unforgotten. Today, right after school got out, she had been driven to downtown DenCity to do some shopping, as a pre-birthday gift to herself. Out on the town, however, she was seeing the problems money couldn't solve. She was not the only one on the streets, a fact she was constantly reminded of whenever she looked upon the rows of standstill cars beside hers on the road. Yai had ample time to familiarize herself with these specific vehicles, because nobody was moving, and hadn't for quite some time. Though the cars were silent, idling in a low-power mode, she could just hear the frustrations and grumblings of the impatient passengers. "Mmf..." If she had to be honest, she was among them. Everyone else presumably had someplace to be, whether it be home or work, fueling their frustration, the same held true for Yai, though in a bit less specific sense. Sure, returning home now would be excellent, but it wasn't strictly necessary. So long as she could get to a clean toilet, that was enough. Shifting her butt in the soft seat, Yai's knees knocked together, her balled fists trembling as they resisted the innate urge to drift between her legs and press. As the Ayanokoji heiress, little miss Yai had been taught the importance of image, that she always had to look good and in control, appearing as if she were about to pee her pants would be a complete betrayal of that. Though, in her defense, she had been holding it for hours at this point, the struggle had taken its toll and she could no longer just push it off. "Ohhh, why did I have to say that?" She had been noticeably desperate ever since class got out for the day and, once her bag was packed, made the smart decision to use the little girl's room before leaving the school building. But, just as she reached out to grab the handle, the door swung open from the inside, and waiting on the other side was Mayl Sakurai. Mayl was one of Yai's friends, it should have just been a friendly look as she passed into the restroom, but it couldn't be that simple. Upon seeing her younger and smaller classmate, Mayl made a point of offering the now-empty commode, not just through body language, but spoken word. "Restroom is all yours, Yai." That was when she hesitated. Through the open doorway, she could see the row of stalls, each containing a private toilet that would take care of her need and leave her feeling refreshed. It was the way Mayl had gone out of her way to bring it up, calling specific attention that Yai was looking to go to the bathroom, that gave her pause. Despite being in the fifth grade, Yai had skipped two grades, making her a lot younger (and smaller) than her peers. They were all "kids", but she was far more childlike in appearance. It wasn't uncommon, at least among those who did not fear her authority, to be treated as a girl even younger than her real eight years. "Me, set foot in a restroom without gold faucets? No thank you," she huffed, and sauntered off without a glance back. However, even as she appeared resolute, doubt was already beginning to creep in. I really need to use it, though... Knowing her schedule for the coming hours, it would be reasonable to assume she could use the restrooms at any one of the stores she'd be blessing with her business, but even then, she knew it would not be so. A respectable lady like Yai couldn't just waltz into the public bathrooms, it would look bad. All she could do was steel herself for the coming discomfort. I'm not wasteful with my money, I won't buy that many items. Surely, I can hold it a little bit. Here she was, hours later, in the back seat of her limo, bags of purchased goods in the adjacent seats, definitely never having answered nature's call. If traffic were flowing smoothly, she'd be back at her mansion in ACDCTown, and her bodily fluids would have been flushed away long ago, leaving Yai freed from the torment. She had more than enough time to ponder "what if", sitting at a near-total standstill for what felt like an eternity. However long it was in real, measured time, the passage was plenty evident from the hot mass pulsing in her tummy. "Stupid strawberry milk," she muttered to herself, finally giving in and raising one leg above the other, slamming the lifted thigh down to apply pressure to her nether regions. Her fondness for the flavored dairy was known; just today, she had gone through several glasses. She regretted being so gluttonous with her consumption, because they all wanted out, now. But what could she do? She wasn't moving, and given how desperate she already was, her chances of making it home weren't looking so hot. Obviously, she didn't have a toilet in the car to use. The many stores and skyscrapers that bordered the streets taunted her, because she knew, at least one of them had to have a bathroom. She had turned them down before, but at this juncture, she wouldn't make that mistake again. Yai Ayanokoji always learned from her mistakes. If she could just get in, she'd happily ask for directions to the little ladies' room from the nearest employee. But with traffic packed so closely together, the self-driving programs maintaining narrow margins to reduce their physical footprint, Yai couldn't even open her door. She had tried, and gotten a mild scolding for nearly scratching the paint job. In the end, she could only draw one conclusion from her predicament: "Just thinking really isn't helping." Each consideration made of her bursting bladder only reminded her just how bursting it was, every drop taking unwanted residence within her body was so clear in her mind. She needed a distraction, and lucky for her, she had one. Everyone did, with their internet-capable PErsonal Terminal, the PET. She could browse the net or, if she needed someone to talk to, there was her NetNavi assistant program. She chose the latter. "Glide?" With just that call, her NetNavi booted up, an elegant program clad in gold armor, the only thing befitting a girl like her, known as Glide.EXE. Though, she had to admit, his coloration did currently remind her of what she didn't want. That wasn't his fault, though, and he responded with the grace of a faithful butler. "Yes? Why did you summon me, Miss Yai?" She wasted no time venting her frustrations. "What's going on with traffic?! It's getting... really uncomfortable here!" She tried to look normal, not about to pee herself, at least in the areas of hers in view of the PET's camera. If Glide noticed, he was polite and said nothing about it. "I shall take a look, if you would so kindly jack me into the net." Yai quickly did as she was told, taking the PET's attached cable and jacking in through a port between the seat cushions. Glide flew off, leaving her with no one to talk to, just stewing in silence with her need. It felt like an eternity before the NetNavi returned. "From what I see, there's been a sudden outbreak of WWW viruses on the DenCity net. They've been infecting the lights, causing collisions by altering the traffic signals. We should count ourselves fortunate that the lights on this road have remained red, or we could be involved in an accident." "There's going to be an accident right here if we don't get moving!" The sentence had been floating out there for a second before Yai realized frustration had gotten the better of her, and she had said what she only meant to think. And she only realized that because of the long, awkward silence from Glide. Me and my big mouth. Well, nothing to hide anymore. She slammed her hands right back into her crotch, squirming like an eel pulled from the water, occasionally grunting in exertion. Finally, Glide broke the silence. "I do believe I saw MegaMan on the local net, fighting the viruses." The name-dropping had an effect on Yai, as she knew the name. MegaMan.EXE was the NetNavi of another of her classmates, and friends, Lan Hikari. Lan was a simple boy, not very smart and extremely dense, but he did have a knack for getting deep into trouble and, somehow, resolving it. Yai could remember the incident at school, where the network had been hijacked to broadcast WWW brainwashing, and how Lan had beaten that. It wasn't that long ago, after all. And MegaMan was shockingly good at virus busting. If these two were on the scene, Yai had faith they'd beat the bad guys and fix everything. "But can they do it fast enough?" A whimper formed deep in the back of her mouth, and she shivered. I'd pay almost anything for some help here! Just then, as if in direct response to her plea, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face through the narrow gaps between the cars, gliding past on his skates. "Lan!" Scrambling to the adjacent seat, Yai started frantically pressing the button that lowered the window, low enough for her to stick her head out. Which, with her diminutive stature, meant the whole way down. "Lan, you need to help me!" Upon hearing his name be called from nowhere, and it not being his PET, Lan stumbled, nearly having his skates fly out from under him. It was only quick thinking and a hand on a streetlamp pole that prevented him from a face full of pavement. He had to look around, frantically, before he spotted where Yai's voice emanated from, and even then, first spotted her from the sunlight reflecting off her massive forehead. "Yai! Are you alright?!" He sounded panicked. But not as harried as Yai was. "No, I certainly am not! I have been stuck in this standstill traffic for an eternity, all because of some dumb virus, and I'm on the verge of-" "Sorry, wish I could help, but I've got more important problems to worry about right now! Good luck!" With a wave, Lan sped off down the street, and Yai was left poking her head out the window like a dog. Shame and embarrassment took hold, and she slunk back into the nearest seat, rolling up the tinted window to hide her from the world. Out of sight from the public, she went back to her regular squirming. No hands in her genitals this time, however, for they were needed to operate her PET. "Can you believe that idiot Lan, saying he has more important matters to attend to than assisting moi?" "With the many viruses infecting the network, Lan and MegaMan are most likely preoccupied with serious matters. You must understand, Miss Yai, that your predicament is not so serious in the larger scale." "It feels serious to me!" As if to emphasize her point, Yai's thighs rubbed together, like a caveman starting a fire with nothing more than two sticks. One hand had to dive between their jiggling trunks and grasp at her private parts, leaving only her off-hand to operate her PET. "Nngh!" Her knuckles turned white as she clasped, hard enough to threaten to cut off blood flow. But it produced results. Her inflating balloon of a bladder eased off on the pressure, and though she remained coated in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing strained and heavy, things really weren't so dire. She was at least able to open her eyes, no longer having to put her everything into holding. That opened up some space in her mental processing, soon filled by a sense of cautious optimism. "No, I am not going to degrade myself to the level of a toddler and have an accident! I shall overcome this trial! After all, I have survived many an opera with no leaks to speak of! This shall be the same, no matter how long it may take." She settled into her seat, knowing she'd better get comfortable, but kept her legs closed. A few small whimpers echoed in her throat. I really need to go... --------------- True to Yai's wishes, her limo had moved. One inch. In the last hour. Other than that, her predicament was the same as it had been, with one key difference: it was so much worse. Any and all attempts at composure had deteriorated and been stripped away, and she now acted as she truly felt: BURSTING. Her legs were tightly crossed, her slender fingers tensed against her crotch, she could not stop wriggling and twisting on her rear end, and she had retreated into her own world, concentrating solely on holding. Was she still in traffic? Was she miles or minutes away from the nearest toilet? She didn't know, everything she had was focused on the golden ocean that had to stay contained. Need to pee... I'm going to explode, I need to pee so badly... The last time she came this close to wetting herself, it was... just a month ago, actually. The water supply to ACDCTown had been cut off one day, which made the act of flushing challenging, to put it one way. A proper lady like Yai couldn't just leave her messes to sit in the toilet, and with it not being a net-based problem (that she could see), she was left with little recourse but to wait for the utilities to be restored naturally. Things were getting very uncomfortable that day for Miss Yai, intent on waiting it out, when she heard the telltale sounds of water once again running through the pipes. Excited that her torment was finally at its end, she leapt up from her seat on her plush bed and ran to her private bathroom, spinning the handle on the sink faucet to confirm. And water did indeed come out, but not the crystal-clear kind she demanded, not so much water as a thick, purple sludge. Mayl would later reveal to Yai, in confidence, that she could wait no longer and deemed that, if it came through the plumbing in the first place, it would flush away without trouble and promptly hosed down her own toilet full of the vile stuff with comparatively clean urine. Yai, however, had standards, and refused to expose her bare personals in vicinity of that. Meaning a couple more hours of agonizing holding. She had just about convinced herself into forcing one of their chauffeurs to escort her someplace with proper running water when the email came in that all was finally well. Yai Ayanokoji's white porcelain throne would be stained yellow soon after. Being so recent, the torture and misery of that ordeal was still fresh in her mind, she could so easily recall the frequent stabbing pain and burning pulses her distended bladder threw her way as she curled in on herself atop her pink blankets. But, for her money (a saying that carried a lot of weight to an Ayanokoji), her current predicament was even worse. Maybe not in a physical way, the quantitative volume may have been nearly identical, but the mental perception. Yes, she was desperate at home, extremely desperate in fact, but she had security in the knowledge that she was one room away from the proper relief. And if still she were pushed too far... Well, a change of clothes was right there. No such safety nets this time. She had to hold it, there was no alternative. "Nngh... Mmgh... Hnngg..." No thoughts in her giant head, just an undisturbed wall levied against the forces her bladder assaulted against its faltering strength. All she could do to reinforce her defenses was hunch further forward, and rub her legs until the sides of her hands, entombed between her thighs, were chafed red. "Yah!" And even that wasn't enough. A very small spot pressed tight against her private parts suddenly turned white-hot, and if anything could bring Yai back to the present moment, it was that piercing heat. Given where it was localized, she knew the exact cause: pee leak. It had been contained inside her so long, surrounded by her rising body heat, no wonder it was boiling. This development, this momentary loss of control, was of particular worry to Yai, because she never leaked. Even when pushed to her limit in the water incident, her panties remained one-hundred-percent clean and dry the entire time, save for some sweat in the throes of the hold. No, a perfect lady like Yai never leaked pee, which could mean only one thing: she had exceeded her limits this time. Her bladder, filled past its brim, had resorted to ejecting some of its bursting contents to avert terrible injury for its mistress. And it didn't stop there, soon joined by a second, a third, all taking residence in her increasingly uncomfortable underwear. "Mmmmmffffhhh," she groaned, redoubling every facet of her seated potty dance, to no avail. Her heart rate spiked as the reality of this situation she had found herself in settled; she was going to wet her pants in her limo, in public, where she'd have no escape from her fluid embarrassment for as long as it took to get out of this traffic. Traffic that still wasn't moving. As was to be expected, Yai's PET had all the options, giving her NetNavi the ability to keep tabs on her vital signs. She had been dreading hearing it for quite a while, but finally, Glide spoke up. "Miss Yai, excessive holding can lead to many detrimental health effects." "I know, I know," she tersely interrupted, "then tell me what I'm supposed to do!" She knew the potential after-effects of holding her urine for too long, beyond simply the inevitable soaked panties, running the gamut from lingering soreness to literally exploding, she was sure. But, so long as this car stayed where it was, its neighbors packed in so close that the doors were inoperable, she was imprisoned, where nothing but an accident awaited her. She was so unfathomably desperate, she would have used a cup or bottle, if only she had even that. No, all she could do now was look up, through the skylight window, as she fought to the bitter and sopping end. That's when the light went off in Yai's head. She said nothing, though she could hardly be called "silent" with all the grunting, as she climbed to her feet atop the seat and reached up to the open window. This, of course, did not go unnoticed by the limo's driver, who had up to this point remained mostly silent, as it was not in his job duties to question his employers. "Miss Yai, please remain seated!" But Yai would not be deterred, not now. "B-be quiet! I'm sorry, but I'll be back! This is an emergency, I can't wait any longer!" She put extra emphasis on the word "emergency", not only highlighting how much of an emergency it was, but simultaneously making it obvious how literally she meant "emergency" in one of its common definitions. I'm gonna wet myself! This must be worse than anyone in the history of man has ever needed to go! And she would find her salvation, if she could just reach this skylight. Shame Yai was a shorty. Even inside a vertically-cramped vehicle, with her arms stretched upward, the tips of her fingers only just brushed against the rubber lining against the edges of the frame. "Come on..." Raising her heels, standing on her toes, straining her shoulders, all of it was necessary for her to clamp her fingers around and touch the outer roof. "There!" Now it was just a matter of hoisting herself up and out, which she didn't expect to be too challenging. Not only did she excel at every subject in school, including gym, but she was small, low weight. At least, she ordinarily would be, were it not for the fluid mass she were currently encumbered by. "Hhhnnnnngggghhhh!" So badly she wanted to clutch her groin, but with her hands raised and lifting her, using them in that way would be impossible. At least, not without falling back in, and jostling when she really couldn't take a jostle. She just had to be a big girl and deal with the crippling pain until she was out. It was an arduous hoist, but eventually, Yai emerged from the confines of her vehicle and felt the sun's rays directly on her fair skin for the first time in hours. The slight breeze felt pleasant after so long in the stale air inside, yet at the same time, the chill it brought was a harsh reminder of the layer of sweat that coated her brow. Ironic, given that this perspiration formed as a result of straining to keep other parts of her dry. There was a limit to how much it could do, if her panties were any indication. Step one of her daring escape was complete, so it was time for Yai to realize that her step two had some holes. She was on top of the car, but lacked any good plan on how to get down to the ground from here. Under ideal circumstances, this would hardly be a challenge; just sit on the edge of the roof, dangle her legs off the side, and throw herself down onto the road. It would be a rough landing, no small fall onto hard asphalt, but she could walk it off, surely. Obviously, her current condition didn't make her legs weaker, unable to take the impact, but she was hesitant to press her luck on the other front. I'm... so full... She had a taut water balloon in her stomach, her bladder left with very little elasticity to use. It was sensitive, and its barely-contained contents would ripple if force were to be applied, irritating the inner walls across their entire surface. That would be bad. But what could she do about it? What goes up must come down, and now that she was standing on the roof, drawing eyes from the many cars jammed onto the road in the surrounding area, this fact of nature and all its implications dawned on her. I have to jump down. No matter what I do, I have to jump down. Even if she were to abandon her quest and retreat back into the limo, it would still be a leap. There would be no avoiding the shock. Aside from, hypothetically, staying on the roof and wet herself first, in such plain view of the public that she would practically be putting on a performance for them. Yai shook the negative thoughts out, sending her massive pigtail braids whipping around, and looked down with a gulp. "No, I can do this, naturally! I'm Yai Ayanokoji! If anyone can do this, it's moi!" She talked a big game, but when it was time for action, taking that last step still gave her pause. "Here goes nothing..." She closed her eyes, still couldn't even have her head facing in the direction necessary to looking down, but she did it. Without even taking every safety precaution, she stepped off and slid down the side. If the hem of her dress caught on an edge and flared up, she didn't see it. True to her predictions, the landing wasn't a pleasant one. "Agh!" She stumbled, fell to the ground, and would have totally collapsed were it not for quick thinking and catching her fall with her hands on the road. Really, the one surprise was in her bladder. It hurt, it did not like the sudden movement one bit, but it didn't have any sort of violent reaction. No ripples, waves, or sloshing to be found, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. It just meant she had nary a drop's worth of free space, which seemed unbelievable whilst considering the renewed dampness shaken both into and out of her panties. The scattered drips on the tar between her knees also begged to differ. "Too... too much," Yai whimpered, trickles of tears dribbling down her cheeks. And it still paled in comparison to her other bodily fluid leakage, at least when it came to quantity. Wearing them everyday and keeping them spotless, Yai had taken the feeling of dry panties tight around her swimsuit region for granted, but now that her undergarments were saturated through and through, she couldn't remember what it was like to be clean. She couldn't even remember what it felt like to not be in rending agony, all thanks to strawberry milk. "Burst... Bursting..." She could barely choke out words at this point, the desperation was so severe, each syllable passed through her vocal cords like a baseball through a drinking straw. A voice came from the weight in her dress pocket. "Miss Yai, the nearest lavatory is located in the traffic control center." Though he disagreed with her reckless actions, Glide would continue to assist to the best of his ability. Looking back up towards the city block that encircled her, through watery eyes, everything seemed out-of-focus but one thing: a skyscraper at the end of the road, its glass doors sitting beneath a large scene reading "DenCity Traffic Control". It was lucky placement, and probably the only think that could give Yai hope. Though her heart, and bladder, hung heavy within, she got on her feet and straightened up. She hunched forward almost as soon as she had, though. "Good, because they're going to get a piece of my mind about this mess! But, after I've gone." Not that it was any safer, given the lack of moving traffic, but Yai's first order of business was to snake between the cars and stumble onto the sidewalk, where she'd have a far easier time simply going straight, no time wasted avoiding obstacles. She couldn't spare the kind of attention needed to not walk into a car if she wanted to. From here, she knew it was a straight line to her destination, so, with faith in that, she hobbled down the street with her upper body arched in on itself. All the pedestrians she passed could not possibly mistake what ailed the little girl. With her hands never leaving her crotch, her legs stiff as they hurriedly carried her along, the sun reflecting off small snakes of liquids down her thighs, one would have to be blind to think it was anything other than a mad dash to the potty. And, at this point, Yai didn't care. So long as they didn't see her actually wet herself, her image in this moment was a worthy sacrifice. Of course, as the moment lingered, there was ample chance for shame and regret to seep in, and this walk seemed to stretch for miles. Without any visible frame of reference, Yai could not tell where she was on this road. With every step, she hoped that she would enter the long shadow of her destination, and when that turned out to be misguided, her inner strength faltered more and more. To say nothing about the state of her bladder. No longer sitting still, the constant motion tired the already-stressed organ at a rate far faster than previously. This frantic, uneven gait meant Yai's shoes would catch the cement at a bad angle, sending a shock up her body, one that resonated in her heavily distended bladder, bloated with as much strawberry milk, filtered and reduced to nothing more than waste, as it could possibly hold. Maybe even more. It was no wonder she was starting to lose her bravado. I can't do this, I'm going to have an accident any second now! Did I already? Well, if I did, I might as well finish it off. Yet, even doubting every second of the hold, she kept up the good fight, simply bearing with the massive bulge in her abdomen. Said protrusion just wouldn't shrink, even as her palms and fingers continued to bathe in new showers of urine already soaked through her panties. She was sure that, if some bad apple were to follow her to kidnap and hold for ransom, they could easily track her from her breadcrumb trail of pee on the sidewalk. It wouldn't be that hard to catch Yai, when she was doing things like slamming her hard forehead directly into a glass window. "Oof!" She nearly fell back on her butt, but placing a foot behind her caught her before it was too late. "Ouch! What was-" She was prepared to chew out whatever stood in her way when she was most needing, but that hostility disappeared when she looked up and took in reality: her collision was with the window directly beside the entrance door to the traffic control center. Were she a foot to the side, the automated door sensor would have seen her and opened, saving her the embarrassment of crashing into the window like a dumb bird. There had been drops of tears clouding Yai's vision ever since she got out of the car, but seeing this sight through her blurred vision, they rose to full-on crying rolling down her face. I made it! I made iEEP! It was too early to celebrate, when said celebration relaxed her just a hair, resulting in an unequivalent retribution for such a minute loss in control. She might not have noticed it; given the frequency and consistency of her leaks, her hands were already drenched in wetness and warmth, more just didn't register. The new element was sound, a splatter on hard ground not unlike a sudden, torrential, extremely localized downpour. It only lasted a second, but there were so many individual splashes layered atop one another, breaking apart and spraying up against her shoes and ankles, that she took notice. She couldn't not, and now that it had gotten this bad, it was time for drastic measures. "Gotta PEEEEEEEEE," she yelled for the world to hear as she bolted inside. Despite, or perhaps because of, the chaos outside, the lobby of the traffic control center was deathly quiet and nearly abandoned, save for the security guard/receptionist sitting at a desk opposite the entrance. "Young lady, what brings you-" She didn't even wait for the proper end to the question before giving her response. "Bathroom bathroom bathroom BATHROOM!" She repeated herself over and over; if the man didn't hear her and she had to reiterate, that wasted time could be her end. Whether because of the reiterations or not, the man got her message. He probably didn't even need the verbal hint to figure her out, and he responded in turn, without speaking. He just pointed to his right, to some hallway that extended out of the foyer. And let it never be said that Yai Ayanokoji was ungrateful. "Thank you," she squealed as she dashed out of sight. She could hardly look ahead of her anymore, so when she crashed through the first door, she had no idea where it would lead her. It could have been a conference room, it could have been a supply closet, it could have even been the men's room. Whether the world respected her authority, it was good karma rewarding her, or just luck, things looked good. The pink tilework, wall of mirrors, and wall-to-wall line of stalls confirmed: this was the ladies' bathroom. Clean, empty, literally everything Yai needed right now. With her shoulder in front, she charged into the closet closest to the entrance. Inside the enclosed space that now belonged to her and her alone, Yai was finally able to look straight ahead of her, fully intending to gaze upon the pure white seat of her salvation. But it wasn't there. The back well was barren. Immediately, her heart plummeted, crashing right into her rock-solid bladder. "No," she whispered, bewildered and speechless. "No no no no, this can't be happening... There has to be a toilet, there has to be..." She kept mumbling, like repetition would suddenly make it true. But, in her defense, it was unbelievable that a bathroom stall wouldn't have a toilet. That's when her head, heavy from exhaustion, drooped, filling her vision with the floor. And she found the toilet. It wasn't the tall, sit-down toilet she was accustomed to, but one mounted on the ground, a long, shallow trench just waiting to be used. Obviously, Yai recognized it; Electopia had mostly switched to sitting toilets for personal use, but it was still possible to find the squat kind in public locations, and having traveled to places like YumLand, she knew them well. Yai wouldn't even give a squat toilet the time of day, just walk away and wait for a more comfortable solution that wouldn't tire out her knees. But she was no fool. Yai wouldn't pass up anything at this point, no matter how crowded, dirty, or even unorthodox. She'd even take a literal hole in the ground at this point, at least this was a real toilet. Pristine, too. "TOOOOOOOOILEEEEEEEET!" Stamping her feet on either side of the little ditch, so the arches of her feet aligned with the curved end before her, Yai pinched the hem of her red dress and threw it upwards, quickly hooking her thumbs around her panties and thrusting them down. Obviously, the next step was to squat down and do her business. In her frenzied flurry, she was already bending her knees and bringing her butt to the floor, so she was only seconds away from the finish line. But her bladder was just too full, her tiny body could take the pain and pressure no more, and she let go. "Ah!" In a hasty gambit, she released the strength in her legs and let gravity do its thing, falling to the floor with a thud, and not a moment too soon. The many leaks she had been subjected to up to now, that she had been unceasingly disgusted and worried over, suddenly seemed like drops in a bucket. A violent hiss immediately echoed off the hard walls of the little girls' room, all emanating from the torrent of pee now jetting from her urethra. From her urethra, sailing right over the toilet. The toilet had a lip raising out of the ground, like a miniature bowl turned sideways, whose purpose was to catch the spray that came off a stream hitting the water. In extreme cases, it could also serve as a safe target for a highly pressurized tinkle, as Yai was producing. However, that assumed proper aim, and with her slapdash duck, accuracy was not something she possessed. Her hose sailed, very quickly and straight, right over the built-in precaution, splattering atop its curved edges and the bare floor beyond it. Only a few stray droplets, ones breaking off from the main force mid-flight irregardless, made it into the toilet as they should. Still a frenzied mess, heart beating out of her chest, Yai noticed her poor aim immediately. "Aah!" Have to fix it! Now! An easy thing to think, not so easy to make happen. Without being on her feet, it wasn't really possible to make minute adjustments; her rump didn't have the muscles for that control. The best she could do was shift her center of balance, her upper body tilting inward, to sort of fall forward and change her angle at the source. And it worked, the slant of her hose changed, tracing a path of piddle closer, over the lip of the splash guard, until it finally passed and went straight in. She still hit the back wall of the basin, of course, she still really had to go. But she was going. It was a long road here, but now that her pee was properly in the toilet, Yai Ayanokoji could truly say she was going to the bathroom. She was still tense from the muscle work required to hold her swollen bladder, but finally, she was able to recognize that she had completed this grueling marathon. She could relax, and she did so promptly. "Haaaaaahhhhh..." Having used her entire well of strength, she could no longer keep her jaw closed, drool dribbling down her chin and a low moan reverberating off every surface. Shudders ran up and down her body in recurring waves. Many of them were nerves, extreme sensations coursing her veins that chilled her to the bone, sprouting goosebumps down her arms and legs. And how could it not? Such relief, centralized on the most sensitive parts of her tiny body, there would always be an onslaught too great to bear. But there was the other component, the much more physical side. Her torrent was so wide and ferocious, unceasing in its oppressive force, she could feel the vibrations generated with each minuscule variation, like an electric massage. And looking at the pee itself, as she was left with little choice to do without the drive to close her eyes or avert her gaze, it was little wonder the impact was so severe. The color was a bright yellow, hydrated but not overly so, and that was by intention. She knew to drink enough to maintain good health and clear skin, but not so much that she was taking excessive potty breaks. It only fell apart when her schedule did. The stream flew straight and true with a flattened curve, but it did drop altitude, albeit only just falling into the commode's moat at its farthest corner, where the collision itself was mostly hidden in shadow. She hadn't been going for that long, but the shallow water sitting in the toilet was already dyed much the same dirty gold, the misty cloud spreading with each ripple across its surface. The majority emanated from the far end, naturally, but it wasn't as simple as that. The strength nature had called Yai with meant a lot of momentum as it was released from her, that held true even now, but liquid didn't stay so uniform when exposed to the open air. The flood split vertically somewhere along the way, where the wider left side didn't travel quite as far as the right, and regardless of the range, each created a rainstorm beneath them. Not all of it even made it into the toilet, a percentage got too stuck to the folds of her privates and instead trickled down her body, making a warm puddle against her squished buttcheeks. All the while, she felt it: the tight walls of her bladder, bulged as far as it could, deflating. The muscles, pulled to their maximum, no longer had to work to the bone under the weight of her bladder, and the burning discomfort she had grown so accustomed to began to flush away. It wasn't so much a "good" feeling, but a lack of the bad stuff, and at the end of the day, that was enough for Yai. "Haaahhh..." Lost in a sensory haze, the passage of time no longer meant anything to her. She blacked out for so long, she only came to when she realized that the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. "H-huh?" Her head darted around several directions, seeing nothing but an empty washroom, before she remembered why she was here and looked down. Her body was firing no fluids from its orifices, and while the water in the toilet trough was now the hue of gross urine, it was a still water that seemed as if it hadn't been disturbed in some time. "Oh, I guess I've finished." To tell the truth, the anticlimactic conclusion was a bit disappointing. "I'm sure it went for a very long time. I would do no less than the most, naturally!" It was a vain assurance, no doubt, but she had real reason to think the volume she produced this day was an impressive one. Outside the toilet itself, whose water level looked pretty normal and still low, the puddle at her bottom spread farther than she would have guessed. For a collection of loose runoff, the rounded puddle had a radius to it, and the rivers that reached down the canyons between tiles went several times longer. And that was just the free pee. Compared to what was soaked into her clothes, it was practically a desert. Yai usually wore white panties, something simple yet proper, and today was no exception, a clean white pair with several layers of lace trim around the waistband. But as it stood, there was less of the original white than the stain yellow. Not only was the gusset and most of the butt positively drenched in her bodily fluids, but the thorough soaking left them a little... inadequate in their coverage. It was slight, but with the undergarments stretched out to the end of their elasticity between her splayed legs, vague colors of the wall in front of her were visible through the saturated patch. The wetness made them at least somewhat transparent, a bit of a concerning issue for something intended to cover her private parts. But that wasn't even the end of her wet clothes. She hadn't been thinking about it at the time, just doing what was necessary, the possibility hadn't even crossed her mind before she actually looked at her dress. As she ran to the bathroom, holding her crotch like her life depended on it, her skirt had been stuck in the middle and was pushed against her groin in the process. As such, when she leaked through her underwear, it seeped into the fibers of her dress. With a light red color, the damp splotch was very evident. "I really don't want to wear these..." No one could blame her for not wanting to put a pair of soaked panties back on, but even as she complained, she knew she had little choice in the matter. Obviously, she had to wear her dress, else she'd be naked. The wet part wouldn't press against her, anyway, so an aversion was strictly for appearance reasons. Underwear, she could theoretically get away with neglecting, but such nudity would be positively unacceptable for a lady of her standing. Plus, her dress wasn't the longest, and being so distracted until recently, she couldn't remember if it was drafty outside or not. She had her PET on her, she could send an email out for any one of the family servants to rush out with a fresh change of clothes and a vow of secrecy, but it would still be admitting her accident. And, with traffic as it was, she could be stuck in here for an eternity before anyone could reach her. "No other way, I suppose," she sighed, despondent. Placing her open palms on the floor to her sides, she pushed downward, lifting her upper body enough to pull her feet in under herself, whereupon they took the brunt of her weight on their heels. Then, she straightened her knees, and she was standing up straight, which wasn't a vast height advantage compared to her while sitting. Gravity pulling on them, able to move with her legs close together, her waterlogged panties slid down her shins and crumpled at her ankles, settling right in her little puddle. In a surprising display of restraint, Yai's only reaction was a sharp exhalation through her nostrils. "Really?" She'd have been more upset if they could have gotten possibly any wetter than they already were. Resigned to what she had to endure, Yai bent over and pinched two of the few dry parts of her underwear, pulling them up once her grip was secure. With every inch they raised, she winced more and more, doubts about this course of action continued to infect her thoughts, until every one was confirmed the instant fabric touched folds. "Yah!" It was gross and damp, she had expected as much, but she was not prepared for just how bad the direct contact would be. The underpants were still warm, but already cooling noticeably. She didn't know which was worse. For a second, she considered turning back and going bare down there, but with a big gulp to swallow that hesitation, she made the final tight pull to get her panties snug in place, wiggling her hips to get those final creases resolved. The constant press against her skin made the disgusting sensation worse, but she grit her teeth and dealt with it. "Ew. All the more reason to return home as quickly as possible." She knew there was no way to dry herself off to a satisfactory level, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. Reaching down to the roll of provided toilet paper, which appeared to be recently replenished, Yai took the end of the strip and began rolling it around her hand, possibly a dozen times before tearing at one of the many perforated lines to separate herself from the cylinder. After all, she needed plenty of paper to clean up after herself. First came the puddle she had left directly beneath her, a mess that necessitated using half the thickness of her paper wad to soak up everything without having to touch it. As soon as the wipes touched the pool, they seemed to suck in the water, and as all but the top layer of paper was made soggy, the last of the pee vanished, and this area was deemed good enough by Yai. "The cleaner can handle the rest." A janitor could handle all the urine she'd left, but she didn't want to be rude and make extra work. Plus, it would be absolutely unacceptable and unbearably mortifying to allow some potentially male custodian to see a young girl's tinkle left behind. Next came the chaos left on the other side of the toilet from her initial misfire at the onset, before correction. This one wasn't built up over as long a time, but the strength of the stream that created it was many times stronger. As such, its splatter was far wider, with an uneven puddle and many, many drops far beyond its borders. Getting on her knees and hunching over the ditch, she wiped the whole area down, having to grab more toilet paper to get the job done. The whole ball was then thrown into the used toilet water. Now came the easier part: cleaning herself. Most of her bodily fluids had slid off her skin, so only a vague trail remained on her legs, which she wiped down with a single square for each thigh. And, finally, a little tidying up of the worst of it, against the spigot. She couldn't work miracles, but she pulled the front of her panties out and shoved a handful of toilet paper in, scrubbing both the clothes and herself down, and laying a thrice-folded sheet to serve as a buffer between the two for now. Letting go, letting the elastic snap back to place, Yai took a moment to reflect. She felt tired and nasty, but at the end of the day, she mostly made it to the bathroom. She was empty, flushed free of all that agonizing holding, and she could bask in this return to the status quo. And, as she pushed the lever to pull all her waste away in a whirlpool, pretty much all the evidence that ladies used the toilet disappeared down the pipes. Now all she was left with was sopping wet undies. As she turned around to leave all this behind her, she was met with two things. Or, rather, she saw herself in the wall-mounted mirror, one thing that spawned two disparate thoughts. The first was her wide-eyed blank stare in her reflection meaning she never shut the stall door in her haste. "Oh... I'm lucky that no one else entered the room." Someone seeing the Ayanokoji heiress with her butt hanging out would ruin her family's legacy, no question. The second thing she noticed was, standing before the mirror, the visibility of the wet patch on the front of her dress was apparent. It wasn't large in size, roughly the size of a baseball, but it was a fair shade darker than the red cloth that surrounded it, and even under the dim lights of the incandescent bulbs, it carried a shine. Even as she clasped her hands together and covered the spot, some was still visible. "How am I going to get out of here without turning heads," she groaned. Even as she continued to look, no ideas came to her. Bri-ri-ring! Though she was loathe to admit it, Yai yelped and jumped from the sudden noise from her pocket. She might have wet herself, if there were anything left in the tank. And the most embarrassing part was, she knew exactly what it was that caused the sound. It was just a standard alert sound from her PET, and once her heart started beating again, she reached into her pocket and pulled the device out. As soon as she had done so, the screen lit up, displaying nothing but the image of Glide.EXE. "Miss Yai, are you well now?" Yai opened her mouth, ready to start with the ranting, but decided against it. Not like it would do any good now. And I'd rather avoid talking about this subject. "Nothing a long bath won't fix." "I shall have the water warmed for your arrival." "Make sure it's extra hot! I just want to go home and forget today ever happened!" Shoving the PET away, she did what she could to cover her stain and walked out of the bathroom, no gaps or pauses between each step. At this pace, she made it through the foyer and back onto the street in a matter of seconds. She hadn't been inside for all that long, but the sun's rays still felt overpowering, and she squinted. With her eyes nearly closed, all she could see were hazy shapes moving, but that was just it: they were moving. She soon realized cars were moving. Without the memory of the unyielding jam, one would never guess anything was amiss with the cars. Though, she had to assume at least a few of the cars' passengers were racing to a bathroom now that they could. Yai, however, had a different destination in mind. "Aahhh, I can feel that steaming bath already! After the stress of today, I need that water to prevent any wrinkles!" "Heeeeyy! Yaaaaiiiii!" Hearing her name called by a familiar voice, Yai looked down the sidewalk, already adjusted to the brightness, and running down the road was Lan, waving to her. Trailing behind him was Mayl, who kept looking at Lan with a bashful blush. Already, Yai got the picture. "That jerk! He left me stranded just so he could go on a date! Oh, he's gonna get it!" Now stomping, she began to close the gap between the kids. Glide, however, saw the situation differently. "Miss Yai, do you think confronting them in your current state?" "Hm? Why would AH!" She remembered what Lan and Mayl might very easily spot on her if she went up to them now. No, they cannot know I almost wet my pants! So, rude as it might seem, Yai acted as if she hadn't seen them, and ran away, all the while Glide fed her directions to the limo's current location. As she raced, she thought about how she would be forced to sit in her accident until she got back to ACDCTown, and she wasn't looking forward to that. I need to have a toilet added to the limo.
Welcome to Freya's Pee Adventures 1.5 Just for everyone new Here, the Girl in this Series is Freya: -18 Years Old -5'6 -120 lbs -Blond Hair -Blue Eye -Tanned Skin -Athletic Build -Long Legs -German Decent It was a warm morning in mid May, even tho it was only 7:10 am it was already pretty warm. Freya was sleeping deep, but that would suddently change pretty fast. Freya woke up with quite a full bladder, needing to go quite badly. She stood up and walked out of her room, heading to the bathroom. Usually she would dress herself before going out of her room in the morning, but today was not a normal day. Both of her parents had to go to work very early and her sister was on holiday, so Freya was all alone today. After relieving herself she went back to her room. On the way back she realised that it was already 7:15 am, her bus would be leaving at 7:30. Freya wondered where all the time went, normaly her alarm would go off at 6:30, but today was really no normal Day. Freya quickly grabbed a white crop top and her favorite short red skirt out of her closet. She knew that it would be pretty hot, so this was really an easy choice. Dressed and ready to leave, Freya quickly downed a glass of water before making her way to bus stop. Unfortunaly for her, time was not on her side. Even tho she walked like a mad-men trying to get there in time, she was too late. This was the first time she missed the bus in years. Her First lesson started a 7:45 and it was already 7:35. She knew walking to school would take at least 20 minutes, but now she didn't have any other option. Freya powerwalked the entire distance, trying to cut as much time as possible. Freya reached her school at 7:50, while powerwalking her bladder had filled up quite rapidly. At the same Time inside the classroom, Ms. James went throu the classlist checking if everyone was here in time. Ms. James was Freya's least favorite teacher, she is very strict and did not tolerate any excuses. While this was going on inside the classroom, Freya made way to the classroom. She quickly glanched over to her right and saw the Girls Bathroom and stopped. She quickly thought about using it, but decided against. Freya was now standing infront of her classroom, thinking about her apology on why she was late. But at this moment the door infront of her opened, it was Ms. James, she asked on why Freya was late. Freya said that she missed the bus. Luckily for her Ms. James was in a pretty good mood, she accepted that apology and send Freya to her Seat. On a normal Day she would have been sent to the principal immediately, but today was no normal Day. The lesson started and went by very quick, Freya's desperation grew quite rapidly in that time. She was sitting with her right leg crossed over left leg the entire lesson. Going to the bathroom was her biggest priority at this point, but Ms. James wanted to talk to her. Ms. James explained that she didn't want to stop the lesson because of her and that they would go to the principal and that she would have to come to detention later today. Freya was stunned, this was her first time that she had to come to detention. While walking to the principal's office Freya asked if she could visit the bathroom real quick, but she was denied. Ms. James said that the principal Ms. Walker was already waiting for her. Eventually they reached the office. After about a minute Ms. Walker opened the door and ordered Freya to sit down. Freya was scared, this was the first time she was send to the principal's office. Ms. Walker was a very strict and old - fashioned women. Ms. Walker said to her that she would not call Freya's Parents, because she was always a very good student. Freya was very surprised at this, but was relieved at this decision. But Ms. Walker added that Freya had to come on time for the Rest of the Day. With that order Freya made her way straight to her next class, which was Geography. Freya made her way to her classroom and sat down quietly. There we're still a few minutes left before her Teacher Mr. Taylor-Dawkins arrived. On a normal day, with her bladder being this full she would take this opportunity to visit the bathroom. But she did not want to risk another visit at the principal's office today. Todays Geography lesson was quite boring. Everyone in class was doing anything but listening to Mr. Taylor-Dawkins. Freya used this to get her ever growing pressure under control. She slowly crossed her left leg over her right leg and placed her right hand between her tightly crossed thighs, while swinging her left over back and forth. Minute by minute she dug her hand deeper and deeper between her thighs. She quickly realised that this was not really helping at this point. She uncrossed her legs and started to fan her legs instead. But even that was not really helping either. She continued to switch between these to techniques for the rest of the lesson. Unfortunatly for her there was no break between the Geography and the History lesson, that was coming up next. Her History teacher for today Mr. Ye, a chinese teacher, wanted to use this beautiful wheater to hold the lesson outside. Freya did like the idea, but her bladder was not very amused at all. At this point walking straight was very hard for her, she was walking as dead last at the end of the line. She used this opportunity to hold herself a few times, trying to keep her desperation under control. Outside the students stood in a one big circle, while Mr. Ye was explaining why they we're standing outside. While Mr. Ye was explaining his decision, Freya could not care less. Out of nowhere a big gust of wind came, Freya's skirt was lifted up bacause of that. She quickly grapped her skirt, before anyone could see her knickers and stuck the fabric between her crossed legs, she also used this moment to quickly get a sqeeze of her crotch, which felt very relieving for that moment. Unfortunatly for her she could not just stand there grabbing her crotch the entire time. Every Minute her desperation became worse and worse, she often turned herself away from the others to hold herself at the crotch for a second or two. Somehow the time went by super quick outside and Mr. Ye announced that they we're heading inside again. Freya walked at the back again, her legs where shaking and her left hand was now constantly holding her crotch. Then it happened, a huge wave of desperation Hit her. She stopped walking, she realised that this Wave was very bad. She wrapped her legs around each other in a double cross and pressed both her hands very deep inside her crotch, but the damage was done. A small wetspot was now on her Skirt, she quickly made her back to class. She sat down and double crossed her legs to hide her wetspot. Mr. Ye announced that the lesson was over a that the students could leave. Freya was ready to make a mad-dash to the bathroom, but then Mr. Ye walked over to Freya. He invited her to come with him to detention, because he would be supervising the detention. Freya was now basically forced to go straight to the detention with Mr. Ye, before visiting the bathroom. Arriving at the detention room Ms. Walker was already waiting, with 5 other students, for both of them to arrive. Ms. Walker said that no one was allowed to leave the room and that they could leave in exactly 2 hours at 2:30 pm. Freya knew no one in this room except Mr. Ye, she sat down in a chair at the back right side of the room. She knew the next two hours would be hard for her, Mr. Ye gave every Student one piece of paper and explained that they should draw something to kill the time. The first 5 minutes went by, Freya was sitting on her heel while silently moaning and rocking back and forth in her seat violently. She was now in full "desperation mode" she did everything to pee herself right then and there. Freya was quite creative with her desperation moves: Crossing her legs, crossing her legs while bouncing them up and down, sitting on her heel, Holding herself at the crotch and fanning her legs violently to just name a few. eventually she went back to the desperation moves she did the best. That meant double and triple-crossing her long legs while digging her hands between her super tight crossed thighs. Now there we're only 30 minutes left, Freya's legs we're sore of the double and triple-leg crossing. She slowly uncrossed her legs and opted to just hold her crotch for the next foreseeable future. Not only we're her legs tired, but also her bladder. She noticed that her bladder muscles we're slowly giving in, she started to squeeze her crotch harder and harder every second. At this point she was holding on for dear life.....She would not pee herself in the middle of detention. Her legs started to fan very violently, while her hands we're holding her crotch a tight as they could. Only 5 minutes remained.....Freya was now constantly moaning loudly and her head slowly turned red in embarrassment. She also bit her lip completely bloody, her time was coming to a end. Freya knew that she was only one big wave away from overflowing and tried the best to prevent that. Then the unavoidable happened, Freya quickly triple-crossed her legs and pushed her skirt very far into her crotch. But it was slightly too late... She lost control for a second twice. The wetspot on her skirt grew to the size of a tennis ball. A little tear ran down her cheek, she was fighting to save dignity. She would not be the 18 year old who peed herself in detention. Then it happened Mr. Ye announced the end of detention, he said that he would quickly get his keys and asked everyone to leave until he came back to close the room. Freya knew that she could not stand up without peeing herself. Another huge problem Freya had was the huge wetspot on her skirt, she didn't want anyone to see it. After waiting for a few second she tried to stand up, but her desperation was too much. She quickly sat down and double crossed her legs in the process. She waited for everyone to leave, before making a second attempt. This time she stood up while keeping her legs double crossed the entire time and it worked. Now she had another problem, the second she uncrossed her double crossed legs she would lose it right at the spot. She quickly thought about her options......her only logical option was to pee inside the trash bin next to her, she knew she had only about a minute or two to finish before Mr. Ye would be back. Freya couldn't wait any longer, she placed the bin directly under her skirt and uncrossed her legs. Before she could even think about pulling down her knickers the pee just came. Freya was so relieved. It took her a 2 full minutes to finish peeing. Freya quickly put the bin into one of the cupboards behind her and grabbed her bag and left. With that her not so normal day came to an end.
Just a little story I made up for fun, let me know what you think 🙂 never sure if my stories are any good and even worth sharing. Peeking the top of her head out of her sleeping bag Emma could see she wasn't quite the last one up. Loz still looked fast asleep in her sleeping bag, Mily, Grace and Zara were giggling away around a deck of cards. The morning brought a wave of sensations, the fresh, damp North Welsh air replacing the stale warm air inside her sleeping bag. The dim light forcing her eyes to half close. The throb of her aching joints, from the previous 2 days of hiking. The pitter patter of light rain on the tent. Emma freed an arm, which acquired her glasses, allowing her to see properly, but quickly withdrew to her sleeping bag not wanting to draw attention that she was awake. Her senses now catching up, she realised that there was a cold, damp feeling between her legs and around her bum. The slight scent wafting up her sleeping bag confirmed to her brain that she had wet the bed. It wasn't a bad feeling, Emma kinda enjoyed it but never around friends. None the less she felt a wave of arousal spread over her but resisted the urges. She hunkered down so her eyes were looking out at the tent but nothing else. As Emma laid there wondering how she could get up without getting noticed, but enjoying the damp cotton of her knickers clinging to her and the occasional smell of urine caught by her nostrils, to actually do anything about it. She noticed that none of her friends were wearing anything, except for Mily in a tan bra. The sight only added to her arousal, she wasn't particularly attracted or have any desires towards girls but flesh on show did excite her. For a girl of 29 she'd had no experience with sexual activity, save her own hands, it was an embarrassing topic but one she still didn't feel ready for. She just hadn't met the right guy yet she thought to herself, as her fingertips danced over her nipples with a soft sigh. Grace must have noticed Emma as she'd left the card game and was making her way across the large 12man tent towards Emma's camp bed. Emma noticed her friend and snapped from her trance, exposing her full head from the sleeping bag. She watched as Grace walked over, brushing her ginger hair from her eyes as she negotiated the tent. Her hips doing the lion's share of the manoeuvring causing her tummy and boobs to roll as if dancing. Emma felt another wave as she watched trying to keep her head clear but her eyes drawn to neatly shaved ginger triangle between Grace's legs. Gods Grace was beautiful was her only thought, as her eyes met Grace's. Grace sat down next to Emma's camp bed with a crumple from the groundsheet focusing Emma on reality. "Morning leepy" Grace said with a smile as she played with her hair. Smiling back and taking a long blink "Morning" Emma replied shuffling to face her friend. Grace explained "It's still early so no need to get up yet but wanted to invite you to play or see if you wanted anything" Grace knew Emma was kinda shy, even around friends, and wouldn't necessarily join in unless invited. Grace was also enjoying the lack of clothing a tad more than she'd admit and knew Emma would need to be told it's ok to wear whatever she wanted, hopeful that would also be nothing. Smiling at her friends thoughtfulness Emma replied "I would but umm..." she shied away. Grace wouldn't care about the wet bed but it was still embarrassing to admit. Grace cut in guessing that it was the lack of clothing "you can wear whatever you want, we're only playing donkey, just felt like being naked" hopeful her casual tone put her friend at ease. "Oh not that, I quite like that" blushing and her eyes nearly popping out of her head realising what she almost admitted. Quickly moving on "I've wet the bed" feeling very embarrassed added "and I'm all articulate" Grace giggled at her friends embarrassment, Emma looked adorable when she was shy "well best thing is to get you cleaned up" leaning in "as for the other thing, I think we're all in that state this morning" Emma admitted with a big smile nodding to herself. "Ok I'll be over in a min" Emma said sitting up pushing her wavey brown hair behind her ears. Grace smiled and walked back to the game, which was being laid out for 4, swaying her hips as she returned in a little display. Emma caught glimpses of Graces milky white bum cheeks jiggle as she walked. As she got out of her sleeping bag she noticed Loz also now getting up. Emma sat round and noted that her knickers had turned slightly see-through with a yellowy tint and clung to her tightly giving her a wedgie and a camel to. She didn't bother to correct either and set about looking for the wet wipes. Meanwhile Loz had joined the others, also wearing nothing, was talking about starting breakfast or at least making drinks. The ordering process was interrupted by Emma as she asked the room if anyone had seen the wet wipes. The 4 girls looked towards Emma who was standing with her hands on her hips, her wet yellowish translucent knickers in full view along with her very firm boobs topped by her obviously hard nipples. Her wavey brown hair contrasting her white freckly skin. Emma was at make or break point, her arousal at her naked friends and wet knickers driving her crazy but her embarrassment wanting her to cry. Her friends reaction would determine the outcome of the battle. There was a corus of sympathy, as the girls bussled around looking for the wet wipe bag. Zara found it, holding it up to the room in victory, throwing it to Emma. Grace asked "do you want a hand cleaning up?" Which attracted the attention of the group. Mily joked "I'd've wet the bed for that attention", followed up by Zara "save it for the showers ladies" resulting in fits of giggles from everyone. Grace tried to explain herself but everyone was laughing too hard. Through the laughter Zara was holding herself saying "stop, I might wee, please" but this only caused more laughing. As the laughing started to tail off Zara moved her hands revealing a little puddle on the groundsheet and her dark skin between her legs glistened from the apparent accident. Mily clicked her fingers at Grace "another cleanup in isle 5" causing the girls to burst out laughing again. Zara stood up holding herself ran towards the door where it's grassy. Suddenly a stream of wee from released as she removed her hands and stood upright. Laughing at the spectacle, Emma was transfixed on Zara's stream as it cascaded from her friends hairless, black vagina, and she was evidently enjoying it. To be continued...
PART 2 hope you enjoy, let me know any ideas you'd like to include. The laughter turned slightly awkward as Zara's stream slowed. After a few drips Zara let out a big sigh "that's better" she let out clearly relieved. Trying to lighten the mood she cocked her hip put her hand on it and threw back her hair with the other "I think I need that clean up now, if it's still going" causing the girls to start laughing again. The laughter faded away as Zara went to sit back down and just sat right in her little puddle. Noticing that Mily and Grace giving puzzled looks she said "I'll keep leaking if we keep laughing" she wiggles a bit "besides I kinda like the feeling" causing the girls to giggle. Mily announced "well before we start another round, and we're just going in the tent, I need a wee too" as she started to stand up. Grace added "actually that sounds good to me" and followed Mily to the door. Grace stood facing the corner with her arms across her chest, Emma guessed to rub her nipples privately, as she peed. Mily squatted down with her back to Grace directly facing Zara but keeping her knees together. The tell tale pitter patter soon started, Zara said "at least I put on a show" causing giggling all round. Grace didn't move but Mily parted her knees giving the others a clear view of her perfectly trimmed landing strip, between her tanned legs, with pee seemingly gushing out the bottom. Emma felt like her nipples would explode and she ached for some relief, she would've sworn her knickers were slightly damper as well. Before long the stream and pitter patter had stopped. Grace's legs glistened in the morning light, where her stream had run down. Otherwise that was the only evidence on there person at what the girls had just done. They resumed there places "you too playing?" Mily asked looking at Emma and Loz. Emma was still standing in her knickers holding the wet wipe bag, as if breaking from a trance shook her head "maybe the next round" indicating to herself "still gotta clean up". Loz stammered "I'll sort drinks first". Mily turned her attention back to the cards as Zara started to deal. Emma caught Loz's eye, who mouthed "you ok" Emma shook her head slightly mouthing back "not really, you?" Loz shook her head in return. Emma and Loz had known each other forever and were the closest of the group. While Emma was initially shy, she could be coaxed out of her shell with a little reassurance. Loz wasn't shy, more like socially unsure, she would join in ok but stayed quiet and towards the edge of a group, like trying to work out what to do. Loz tilted her head and pointed down, asking if it was the wet bed that had her friend upset. Emma shook her head slightly again, pulled back her brown wavey hair exposing her very hard nipples amplifying them as she cupped her small bump of a boob. Loz smiled sympatheticly knowing Emma wasn't comfortable with her body in that state. Emma mouthed "bout you" Loz tilted her head mouthing "me too" knowing that wasn't Emma's question. Emma gave a frown in reply. Loz retracted her neck into her shoulders with a cheeky grin, shook her head pointed down and mouthed "wee". Loz had set the kettle to boil and arranged the mugs and tumblers for the girls. She glanced over at Emma as she poured the squash for each of them. Emma had slipped off her knickers and dumped them on the floor, revealing her white, almost clear, cleanly shaved vagina. Emma was wiping down her legs and bum. As Loz went to hand the other girls there squash "hot chocolate will be a minute" she confirmed to them as she walked towards Emma with a cup in hand. Unlike the others Loz sported an all natural look, she'd never shaved her pubes and had a thick wirey bush that covered everything, she also not shaved her armpits and tufts were poking out even though she had her arms down. Her boobs were modest and wibbled gently with every step, her very hard nipples exaggerating the movement. She put her hand on Emma's back, causing Emma to turn around. Handing over the squash Loz took a moment to silently reassure her friend with a long blink. Emma responded in kind and tucked her hair behind her ear with her free hand. Emma took a long swig from her cup as Loz whispered "need a hand with the bed?" Emma nodded. The girls had anticipated wet weather and brought a couple of clothes racks so they could hang wet things inside the tent. Bundling up the sleeping bag and Emma's knickers they manoeuvred there way to the back of the tent. The size of the tunnel tent meant that this allowed them to whisper without being heard, especially as the others were engrossed in their card game. As they spread the sleeping bag out to air and dry Emma looked at the ground whispered "thank you". Loz finished straightening the sleeping bag "you're welcome" came a perky whispered reply. Emma was hanging out her knickers, Loz hadn't noticed before but they were frilled around the leg bands and had a big faded duck on the front. "Those are cute" she said instictly, forgetting to whisper. Emma blushed, leaned in whispering a reply "they're actually from the kiddies section" finding the label and brandishing the size 10-12 years print "pays to be small" she finished. Loz confirmed well you're both cute, wrapping an arm around her friends waist in a little hug. Emma's blush deepened at the physical contact. Loz noticed Emma pulling away slightly "sorry, you know it's ok though?" she affirmed removing her arm. Emma straightened up "yeah, it's just I've never done anything, not even kissing, so not terribly comfortable" she admitted looking down. Emma questioned "y'know you could have weed with the others, it would have been ok?" the sight of their bodies reminding Emma of her friends discomfort. Loz replied, double tucking her straight black hair behind her ears "when I realised that they had already started and I was nervous about joining in. And don't change the subject" To be continued...
Part 4 "Right, now that's done. You're kink..." Loz stated with an expectant quizzical expression. Emma could barely keep her thoughts straight but managed a reply "what d'you wanna know?" Transfixed on the wet bush between Loz's legs. Loz raised Emma's chin smiling "I've known you forever and never seen you like this" she leaned in "I'll cover for you if you need to play?" Emma snapped out of her thoughts, she's not doing that in the tent! "Sorry, you were asking". Loz went abit serious "Em, if this is too much and you need to relieve some pressure, I'm not gonna steal a kiss, but I'll cover or join you. No judge, just ask". Emma came to her senses "no... I'll wait til showers" turning red. Loz could see her friend was genuine "ok, what is it? When did you realise? And... No they're a good start" Emma took a deep breath and answered "So it's anything wee related, pants, strange places, over people, toilet, boys, girls... it's the mischievous naughtiness of it... oh except drinking" both girls pull icky faces at the thought "probably realised in our teens when we had a few accidents, that I enjoyed it. The bedwetting at uni confirmed that" she sighed with relief having finally said it. Loz looked at Emma stunned "you've kept that hidden all these years? All those pee buddy times, swimsuit wettings, accidents must have driven you mad. And you've never kissed" Emma shook her head, Loz continued "Gods no wonder this morning is driving you wild. I'm an awful friend not ever spotting you were carrying such a burden" she gave her friend a big hug "don't feel alone anymore ok, if you wanna ask or tell something, you say alright?" They look at each other and nod. Emma whispers "thank you, you're never an awful friend, just these things frighten me" Loz smiled, it was like talking to a teenager, she touched her arm reassuringly "we're all friends, you're safe and no-one will judge or make you do anything, we love you lots. And if you have to deflect attention or hide, pass it onto me." Emma hugged her tightly pressing their bodies together, Loz wrapped her arms around her friend in return. It felt strange having their boobs press together and Loz's pubes tickled a little. The talk had calmed both of them down somewhat. They walk over to the others, who were still enjoying their game. Grace says "hay, everything ok?" Noting they'd been a while. Loz replied "Yeah Em just needed a little reassuring and a pep talk" smiling at Emma who smiled back as she sat down with her cup of squash. Loz finished making the hot chocolate and proceeded to hand them round and take her place next to Emma. She noted to Emma that Zara's puddle looked abit bigger from more leaks, causing Emma to blush as she'd noticed as well. As she was dealing Mily asked "After hot chocolate shall we get ready for the days hike?" Zara was first to reply "Actually my feet are kinda enjoying the rest the sea isn't far, why don't we spend today around camp and swimming?" There was a murmur of agreement among the group. Loz chipped in "oh, we're out of milk so need to pop to the shop so be good to make a list later" Mily pushes up her boobs "might be able to help on the milk front" the girls all burst out laughing. Loz exposes her nipples "yeah turn on the taps ladies" causing more laughter. Emma caught a glimpse of Zara who was actually dribbling wee as she laughed, without any attempt to hide or prevent it. Causing Emma's whole body to leap with excitement. The laughing continued Grace pleading through her giggles "don't put ideas in my head it's hard enough as it is". Everyone in the group knew Grace liked both guys and girls, it didn't bother them as she rarely made a thing of it, maybe they were pushing the line abit there. The laughing died down abit, Mily asked "you haven't done that have you?" Grace now blushing replied "never got milk, but kissing and sucking nipples feels amazing" Loz and Zara both nodded in agreement. Mily shocked "you as well?" Zara quickly corrected "I mean, like, having them kissed and sucked... feels amazing" Mily said "clearly I'm missing out". After a few more rounds of cards Emma stands up "think I'm gonna shower, feeling kinda clammy still" The girls agree it's probably time to get dressed. They all proceed to grab their wash bags and cover up. Gathering at the door they head out, mostly bare foot wrapped in towels. The campsite was largely empty and it was still early, coupled with the slight rain meant they were the only ones about. Zara and Mily walked ahead and took a cubical each. Emma noticed the larger family room was free and stopped Loz "fancy sharing the family room? I'd like the company" Emma said bashfully. Grace noticed they'd stopped and asked "you k Em, don't quite seem yourself" seeming genuinely concerned. Emma smiled "yeah, just wondering if you'd like to share the family room" Grace was surprised and hesitated slightly "yeah, just I umm..." She goes surprisingly shy, Loz cuts in "I think we were going to do the same" Grace looks surprised at Emma, who nods and adds "need to tell you something too" The three of them head in, once the door is locked drop their towels and gather in the room and turn the water on. Loz asks "might be abit odd but shall we wash each other?" Emma replies "That actually sounds kinda lovely" Grace says "first things first, what's this secret of yours" looking at Emma. Emma took a deep breath and explained her pee kink and how this morning was too much. Grace now understood "ah so that's what's been with you this morning. Nothing to be ashamed of, I've got kinks, pretty sure Loz will too" Loz nods in agreement as Grace continues "I loved being tickled, drives me crazy" they look at Loz who bravely pushes out her chest "teddy bears, I love um" all three girls giggle. Grace adds "you weren't the only one driven to distraction this morning, I was fighting not to play" Emma breaks in but steps back "speaking of which, I've never done that with people. Are there rules and things?" In unison the others giggle "no". Loz, now openly touching herself "you just go with what your body wants, forget we're here to be honest" she cups and squeezes her boob. Grace, now playing with herself asks "you've done it before?" Emma defends her cluelessness "yeah it's just I don't think it's the normal way. I mean it's not what your doing" This got their attention and they stopped dead in there tracks. Grace said "show us and I'll give your way a go" Emma very embarrassed explains "well first slide your hand down from your belly button til it's between your thighs" Grace confirms "ok yep". Emma following her own instructions continues "now slip your thumb inside. Massage the outside with your knuckle and gently worm the tip of the thumb inside" Grace let out a gasp "this feels incredible" gasping and breathing harder "you're a genius" all three girls were breathing hard and moaning softly. To be continued...
CASE 1: MYCA [FEMALE] OMSA mechanic Myca was desperate for a piss. Not like you would be on any of the homeworlds, like Earth or Mars. Not even desperate like you might get on any core or remote colonies, where modes of relief were sometimes very difficult to access. Myca was desperate in a way totally unique to the Observation and Maintenance Station Alpha on the hazard moon orbiting planet Urus. And because of the unique conditions of this station, Myca hadn’t peed in a ludicrous 1.9 Lunar Ikotetracycles, local time. Health mandates generally recommended station workers to urinate at least once every 0.3 lunar cycles when possible, and an automated system would allow anyone who had not used a station restroom in 0.7 cycles or more bathroom over those who hadn’t. The reason Myca had not used the bathroom in such an absurd amount of time was related to a recent station emergency. There had been a fire in sector 4, docking and drone maintenance, and Myca had spent 0.9 cycles simply doing damage control together with the other mechanics. After they were able to mitigate the disaster, there were plenty of frantic 0.7 cycle+ station workers to go around, so Myca could not rely on that system to use the toilet ahead of schedule. Besides that, Myca was to bone-exhausted to do anything but to get some rest. When she had awoken 0.5 cycles later, her bladder had been screaming at her. Given the toilets were still heavily trafficked at that time, Myca had entered herself into the remote queue system to use the bathroom as soon as possible. The system could only be used for individuals who had not urinated in 0.7 or more cycles, and would put a user into a queue and inform the them when their turn was coming up. To ensure the toilets would not be locked out because someone missed their turn, there was a timer and delay system in place, so generally you would need to show up while the person ahead of you in queue was using the toilet or your place in the queue would be pushed back. However, due to a technical error (which may or may have been related to the sector 4 fire), Myca lost her spot in the queue after missing her first window rather than being pushed back. As a result, she essentially needed to wait through the queue twice over all while her bladder became fuller and fuller. Back to the present day, Myca stepped into one of the three OMSA station bathrooms with a bladder as hard as an Urus diamond. She needed immediate relief, and would gladly have wet herself if that was a possibility. The interior of the bathroom was completely white, with three notable features. The solid wall to the left of Myca had a hexagonal lattice pattern to distinguish it as a relief area, and to her right was a space like a solid desk, approximately sitting height, with the same lattice pattern. Right in front of Myca was a computer screen mounted on a flexible arm, the bathroom controls. She quickly works the controls while squirming and massaging her massively overfull organ through her jumpsuit. After entering the correct values into the control; “urination” and “relief area 2”, the desk-like surface lights up indicating it is ready for use. Myca hastily unzips her work jumper and lets it drop to the floor, then lowers her underwear to her knees. Her naked body was that of a genotypical human, with two exceptions. The first, of course, being her rounded and impossibly bulging bladder. The second being the easy-to-miss translucent strip of material stuck to her pubic area, covering her pussy and anus. This was the cause of her agonies, a space material seal preventing the human biohazard release which was so dangerous on Urus Alpha, while allowing non-biohazard material to pass through. It could not be manually removed. Myca quickly sits on top of the surface, which adapts its shape to perfectly fit her contours. After the material has settled, she operates the controls once again to lock herself in place temporarily as the toilet creates a perfect seal between her pee hole and the rest of the station so her polymer strip can be safely opened. Myca is used to sitting on the toilet like this, desperately waiting and wanting the red light to turn green. But this was, quite possible, the worst it had ever been. She had certainly never held it in for this long before, and she had to pee so badly she barely knew what to do with herself. If she could take off the strip herself and pee freely, dooming the entire station in the process, it was quite possible she would have done so already. The outer door hisses as several bulkheads and airlocks shut tight, limiting the catastrophic damage to a single room in case anything went horribly wrong. A notification on the control panel indicates that Myca’s bladder scan is complete, and that she is cleared for urination as soon as the airtight seal between her body and the machine is completed. There have been times in the past where Myca has checked the results of her own scan out of sheer curiosity, but not this time. She was too desperate, and she didn’t want to know. The last step is for the strip of polymer to be dissolved while Myca’s pee-hole is completely sealed within the waste tank, and she urges it to hurry as she feels the slightly cool material against her nethers. Finally after what feels like an eternity, the lamp lights green indicating the process is completed and the system is ready to receive her waste. Myca reacts to the change so quickly, it almost feels like she starts urinating before the color of the light fully changes. Liters of biohazard material blasts out of her into the space below, with only the sound and sensation of relief as proof of what is happening. Myca gasps and moans with relief, and she was so absurdly full that it takes a full Earth minute before she can even feel her bladder start to deflate. After her successful urination, Myca needs to stay seated for a little longer as her polymer seal is reapplied and she is safely disconnected from the biohazard chamber. Finally she can exit the station bathroom relieved, another mechanic hurriedly taking her place. [END OF RECORD]
CASE: EDRIN [MALE] OMSA biodome tender Edrin was stepping in place outside the bathroom. He had made a great miscalculation this cycle, taking in far too many drinks without realizing how busy the toilets would become. He had taken regular pees while staying well-hydrated for his work, which seems to have caused his kidneys to work more quickly than normal. This had led to his bladder becoming painfully full after the toilets suddenly became crowded, and with only 0.4 cycles since his last pee he could not cut the queue, or even join the queue for that matter. At 0.9 cycles, Edrin was close to crying from the pain as his bladder futilely attempted to empty itself again and again. Never before had he needed to pee as badly as he did now, and it was not like extended holds were uncommon on OMSA. Fortunately, it was finally his turn to pee soon. Edrin stood outside the station bathroom, waiting for its occupant to leave. Another person stood behind him, an impatient-looking female mechanic. Edrin could not hide the fact that he was absolutely desperate to pee, but he was at least trying his best to not break down and become a complete mess. He was in such bad pain, he wanted to cry and beg. It was taking everything he had to retain even a shred of dignity. It takes a while, far too long, but the previous occupant finally leaves the restroom and Edrin can enter. Inside, he impatiently manages the bathroom controls. He selects “relief area 1” and as soon as he’s made his selection he unzips and lowers his pants and underwear to fully expose his futilely-attempting-to-pee penis. It was coated in that special translucent polymer, giving the impression Edrin was wearing a condom. Moments later, the hexagonal pattern on the solid wall to Edrin’s left lit up, and a small hole opened up. As Edrin shakily walked towards the wall, the hole moved slightly as the room made adjustments to accommodate his height and overall physique. Edrin’s cock was throbbing hard, though not at all in a pleasurable way. Edrin gasped from the pain he was feeling down there, it was practically radiating from the base of it. As he slid his penis into the readied hole, he was seeing stars. He still couldn’t pee though. He quickly using the control terminal to lock himself in place. Now, he would just need to wait for the system to set everything up. He willed it to hurry, it had to hurry. His bladder was bulging out so far that it occasionally touched the cool wall ahead of Edrin, and it felt like a thousand knives every time it did so. The door was hissing shut behind him. It needed to go faster, Edrin had to pee, he couldn’t take it anymore, his bladder needed to void, he was going to explode, his penis was going to explode, he had to let it out he had to let it out he had to let it out. The control interface flashed red. Edrin blinked away tears to see what the error was, there couldn’t be any delays. WARNING: URINE TANK INSUFFICIENT SPACE Edrin moaned pitifully, tears still streaming down his face. He was shackled to this machine, and it wouldn’t even allow him to pee. His sides hurt and his legs were shaking. He touched the warning to display more information. USER BLADDER: 2481ml CONTAINMENT TANK: 2031ml Edrin had to empty his bladder now. If he waited any longer, he was legitimately going to faint from the intense pain. This couldn’t be. He had to pee, he had to. Even if he couldn’t fully empty his bladder because the tank filled up, it just had to come out. A little bit, at the very least. Even through his intense desperation, Edrin was also frightened of what might happen if he overfilled the tank. As Edrin fell to pain and despair however, a new unseen presence entered the room. A synthesized female voice spoke, which Edrin recognized as the voice used for in various other facilities of the station. It was integrated with several devices in the station, and could freely “move” between them to instruct station members and provide technical assistance. Because its consciousness was distributed, it could materialize in multiple different devices at once. As the voice spoke, its words also appeared in text form on the control interface. “I see that you are distressed, human. To prevent harm, I will engage a manual override to allow your relief. However, before the manual override is fully engaged, it is important that you listen to and follow these warnings and instructions. As long as you do, your safety will be guaranteed and you will be able to urinate.” Edrin sobbed with joy at the save, and nodded. Whatever the AI asked of him, he would comply if it let him relieve himself finally. “The containment tank has some buffer space, which means it can be overfilled without becoming a hazard. However, for safety reasons you should still attempt to cut off the flow of your urination as soon as you can after the containment tank limit has been reached. Should you overfill the tank to the point where it might become a dangerous hazard, the system may forcibly cut your flow which can be unpleasant, but it is a necessary precaution.” Edrin felt a flood of relief that he would be able to pee wholly safely. It gave him goosebumps, which was accompanied from a stabbing pain from her bladder. He was intensely thankful for the AI watching over him, but he needed it to allow him relief soon. Glancing again at the interface, he notices that the number next to USER BLADDER has now increased to 2482ml. “Do you still want to activate the manual override, human? You can use your voice or the terminal.” Edrin sobs out a “yes”, not finding the strength to operate the controls. “In a few moments, you will be able to urinate. I urge you to hold on just a little longer, you have been strong.” The AI encourages him as Edrin finally feels the familiar sensation of chill against the tip of his penis. The polymer wrapping was being dissolved. “You may urinate now, human.” It speaks just before the light turns green, indicating the process is completed. Edrin releases, finally voiding his massively overfilled bladder through the hole in the wall. He feels the urine leave him, blasting through his exhausted cock and safely entering the room on the other side. It feels absolutely incredible, sending shudders of pleasure all across his body. Initially the pressure in his bladder didn’t go down completely, and the brunt of the relief he felt was at the base of his penis which had been hurting him so badly. He was still hard even while peeing, so there was a coarse feeling accompanying the liquid coursing through him. He leaned forwards while moaning from the incredible release. In doing so, he accidentally touches the cold wall with his bladder. It was still incredibly sensitive even though it didn’t hurt as much, and it causes Edrin tremble while moaning again, louder this time. “It gladdens me that you have been relieved of some pain, human. The container has about a liter worth of space left, so be prepared to cut the flow.” Edrin had been so engrossed in his total relief that he had almost forgotten the limited tank. He tentatively attempts stop himself from peeing in preparation for the real thing. His fierce pee goes from full blast to nothing in an instant, but maintaining this state takes incredible exertion. Edrin’s legs were shaking from the effort as he feels a hard line of urine attempt to push past his defenses and it takes less than a millicycle before he can’t anymore. A steady stream of fresh pee once again exits his body, with no way for him to stop it. “I… I can’t…!” He can barely get the words out. “Do not worry, human. It will be easier once your bladder has had more time to empty. If you cannot stop, I will assist you. But it is best if you can stop on your own.” Edrin keeps pissing out a waterfall, and after a while attempts to stop again. It is easier this time, though his body still urges him to resume. “H-how much left?” “There is 300 milliliters of space left in the tank. Do you intend to stop urinating now?” Edrin badly wanted to get those extra three hundred milliliters out of his system. But now that his bladder wasn’t so full as to drive him insane, his fear of the biohazard danger was starting to weigh heavily as well. And unlike the last time, he was now able to stop himself from peeing. “G-go ahead and s-seal me up now. Better safe than sorry.” “Very good, human.” Moments later, the cool material was wrapping around his penis on the other side of the wall. He was no longer able to freely pee. “After you exit this bathroom, please inform anyone waiting outside that the tanks need to be replaced before they can use the toilet. I shall set the replacement routine into motion immediately. There have been some station issues recently, which has put this process on hold. However, these issues have been resolved and now that the tanks are completely full they are the highest priority. Replacing them may take up to half a cycle, so be prepared to hold tight.” Edrin was starting to really wish he had taken the opportunity to relieve himself of those last 300ml. Finally, he is disconnected from the wall, and puts his clothes back in order. He was no longer mind-shatteringly desperate, but he still could really use a piss to fully empty his bladder. If he remembered his readings correctly, he should still be holding around 600 milliliters. Exiting the room, the mechanic who had been after him in the queue immediately rushes past him while mouthing “oh thank god”. However, she quickly finds herself unable to open the door. Edrin swallows nervously. “The, uh tanks are full. You won’t be able to use it for a while.” He feels another angry signal from his own bladder. [END OF RECORD]
CASE: NETI [FEMALE] OMSA mechanic Neti lay awake in bed. She wanted to sleep, because she needed time to pass. Several Decicycles ago, a station malfunction had kept her busy and away from the toilet until she was ready to piss an ocean. To reiterate; she had been ready to piss an ocean six decicycles ago. She’d had keep herself hydrated enough while working, so it’s not like her kidneys had been running dry. And that had been while she was working, and later waiting for her turn to use the bathroom when all the mechanics and engineers were queuing up. She’d made it to the end of the queue, it had been her turn. It had been a moment of great relief for her, the time when she could finally expel the captive liters kept within her bulging bladder. She would hook herself up to the system, it was all going to come out of her, she needed to pee worse than she ever had in her time on OMSA or in her life really, and now she was finally allowed to. Again, to reiterate, that had been six decicycles ago. It was back then Neti had been cruelly denied relief, as the storage tanks had apparently filled up completely and needed to be emptied. And so she lay half-naked in her bed, desperately wishing for an escape from the prison of hurt her body had transformed into. A single tear rolled down the side of her face. She was in such exquisite pain. Oh, how she wanted to wet the bed. If there was any way, any bargain she could take which would allow her this mercy, she would take it in a heartbeat. Neti fantasized of ripping the polymer plug out of herself, tossing her blanked to the side, spreading her legs and peeing naked while still laying down. She felt that she would pee with enough force that it would hit the wall. Or at this point, maybe she could make it shoot all the way to the roof. But the despicable implement stayed lodged in her peehole. Even if it was possible for Neti to get it out, doing so would doom not just her but many aboard the station before the damage could be contained. In fact, maybe Neti held enough pee that she could destroy the entire station now. Her bladder bulged out like a mountain. Neti could not sleep. For a long time now, her bladder had kept her in a state of half-conscious delirium, and it was becoming unbearable. She would nod off from exhaustion, only to shoot awake from the immense pressure as soon as her body started to relax. Neti got up, standing and walking was even more painful than lying down but she just couldn’t this anymore. After putting on some softwear, she started wandering the station aimlessly. She found herself going into one of the non-biohazard restrooms. Unlike the complexity and procedure of the proper station toilets, these were simple earth toilets anyone could wander into. Neti stared at the porcelain achingly, knowing full well there was no way she could use it. These toilets were not for urination. Other forms of excretion and hygiene functions, such as pooping, could be handled here. It was only urine that caused such terrible problems on this moon. Neti took off her pants and underwear, and sat down onto the toilet. She pushed, yet the plug was unrelenting. She was crying from the pain, weeping as her body did everything it could to empty her absurd bladder. It was impossible, physically impossible, but Neti was in such a bad state that she had no choice other than to keep trying. She could push out no liquid, regardless of how she strained. Because of how hard she was pushing, a sharp fart eventually rang out into the cavity below. It gave her absolutely no relief, and in fact it only made it worse as the harsh reverberations gave her melon of a bladder a tremble. Neti couldn’t even push anymore. It was too frightening, and she was too exhausted. Her sensation of needing to pee was worse than any human was equipped to feel, and she was shutting down in order to protect herself from it. She was pulled back from the brink just in time by an automated message transmitted to her implants. It was a familiar message to her, but it meant more this time than it ever had in the past. Her turn with the station toilet was due. The tanks were ready once more. Neti made her way over to biohazard disposal in a zombie-like fugue state. Her softpants and underwear had been left behind in the Earth toilet, perhaps because she could not stand applying any additional pressure to her bladder or simply because of her tunnelvision. Regardless of the reason, Neti made the walk butt-naked. Her shirt was far pushed up by her horribly bulging bladder, leaving her completely uncovered. Anyone who saw her abdomen, or her twisted facial expression, would immediately be able to tell what kind of problem she was having. Perhaps she was seen, perhaps not. In the moment, Neti only cared about one single thing. She reaches the station toilet. Every part of the wait, doors opening, entering information into the control panel, waiting for the doors to close, it was all torture. But finally, finally, Neti is seated and there is only one thing left to happen. The seal was about to be removed. Neti grunts repeatedly as her body tries to pee again and again prematurely. After so many false starts, she doesn’t even realize when it’s time for the real thing at first. For that reason, it is barely even a trickle. Her bladder is so full it takes her a moment to realize it is even emptying. She groans and then her body starts peeing for real. While Neti can’t see it, she can feel the tsunami she was releasing into the tank. It takes a while before she can even make a dent in her bladder, and even after that she is caught in a strange mixing of urinary urgency and relief. Tongue lolling from immense relief, she felt like a biomechanical goddess, her human bladder essentially connected to the “bladder” of the station itself. A broken part of her wanted to keep peeing forever, releasing inhuman amounts and not stopping until the tank was full once more. It was a twisted desire borne both of the pleasure she felt in that moment, as well as much more vindictive need to cause others to experience what she had felt. Neti eventually empties to the point that, while she is still peeing at full blast, she is no longer utterly lost in the relief. She could now simply bask, totally content. She brings the control panel over to herself from her seated position. A morbid curiosity grips her, and she checks the data of the bladder scan the system performed on her pre-urination. Neti can’t help but gasp as she reads the number, though the gasp is somewhat distorted into a moan as she is still going strong. 4332ml. Much more than Neti had ever seen or heard anyone on the station speak of, sometimes a station member would pass 2 liters and be beyond themselves with desperation as a result. But Neti had never seen anything like this. Could a human even retain that much urine? No wonder it had driven her to near-insanity. It was more than double the amount when most station members would be in tears and begging, and more than quadruple of what would make most Earth citizens wet themselves. After what feels like an entire cycle of nothing but peeing, Neti is finally done. She pushes out one last squirt, then undocks from the toilet after getting her polymer reapplied. The sighs, feeling sore all over and exhausted. Then, starts blushing profusely as she realizes she doesn’t have anything to cover herself with beyond her softshirt. Given the fact that the toilets had been offline for as long as they had, there was undoubtedly someone waiting on her outside… [END OF RECORD]
Cara walked into her classroom, talking to her best friend, Mallia. "Dude, I so need to pee right now!" Cara whisper screamed. She grabbed her crotch above her skirt for dramatic effect but in all honesty, she really needed that. "Well, be careful of Mr Higgins, Cara." Mallia whispered back, pointing at their 60 year old teacher, rubbing out some writing on the whiteboard. "W-why?" "If he sees you squirming around, he'll make you strip infront of the class and hold it until ya burst! He did it to some guy last year. Rumour has it, he never came back." "S-shit. O-okay yeah, I know what you're on about." Cara clenched her pussy muscles, squeezing her thighs together. Cara knew exactly what Mallia was talking about. This guy called Brian got caught by Mr Higgins squeezing his dick through his jeans. Higgins told him to come to the front of the class, strip his clothes and then hold his hands behind his back. The poor kid was a mess. He started crying from the pain and wriggled his hips around, his legs rubbing against each other. People could see the piss dripping from his soft, 6 incher, it rolled down his legs one by one. His dick constantly flexed from Brian squeezing his muscles to hold back the flood, the gals and gays went insane. His dick almost went numb from it being squashed in between his thighs, the tip was only visible to those at the front of the class. After uncontrollable leaks and leg squeezing, he couldn't take it anymore and ran over to the bin in the corner, he couldn't even stop his piss before aiming it into the bin. Brian got picked up by his parents and apparently was never seen or heard from again. Cara and Mallia sat in their seats at the back of the class, still talking about Mr Higgins and the freak show he is. "I'm surprised he hasn't been fired. The amount of bladder infections kids come out with from trying to hold their pee in his class. Will you be okay?" Mallia could see Cara's ass wriggling in her seat and her hands falling down into her lap. She nodded her head in response but was covered in a layer of sweat and an unjustified amount of anxiety in a maths class. Mr Higgins began his lesson and kept a close eye on anyone who dared to even cross their legs. Luckily for Cara, she was at the back, but it wasn't too helpful, as her movements became dramatic. She stuffed her hands in between her thighs, lifting herself up from her seat by the hips. A bead of sweat rolled from above her eyebrow as a quiet moan fell from her lips. Mallia looked in concern as her friend was a quivering, squirming mess. Cara's problem became even bigger when rain began to drop on the window, she couldn't stop thinking about the bathroom and water. "Cara, you can't hold it, it's bad for you. Go to the bathroom." "I-I can't, he won't let me. Plus, I can't-" "Cara. Come to the front of the class please." Mr Higgins' voice had never been so scary, but knowing that the humiliation was going to be her problem, it sent a shiver down her spine. The fear alone sent a few drops of pee into her panties. She slowly walked to the front of the class, a hand in her crotch. "S-sir, I need to use the toilet." "Strip. Now. You're not using the toilet." He held no remorse to the squirming mess infront of him, his eyes as empty as they could be. Cara hesitantly took off her school shirt and skirt before rolling down her panties. "On the desk. Hands behind you, legs open." "Seriously?" Cara shivered, showing him nothing but fear, but he didn't budge, so she did as she was told, removing her hand from her crotch. Her legs bounced up and down to hold back the incoming flood, before she jumped up onto his desk and opened up her legs. Her dripping, quivering pussy was on show to the whole class, the girls looking with concern and disgust and the guys obviously hiding their boners. "I want you to be a model student and hold your pee like a good girl. Be classy. No hands...yet." He smiled?! He actually smiled, the sadistic fuck. Cara whimpered, clenching her eyes as well as her quivering pussy muscles. Her legs subtly fanned in and out, doing everything in her power to hold back the flood. Without warning, Mr Higgins ran a finger up her flaps, looking intently at her leaking piss hole. Out of shock, Cara relaxed her vaginal muscles, sending a singular jet of piss onto Higgins' fingers. He smirked and shook his head in response. "Sir...I can't do it. I've already done what you want me to do, can I please just go-" "Touch yourself." Silence struck the classroom as those words left his mouth. Almost everyone was either looking away out of respect for Cara or looking directly at her quivering pussy to see if it'd give way. Her hand slowly slid down, creating a circular motion on her clit. Her eyes still clenched together, holding back tears, her bottom lip quivered in despair, which Mr Higgins seemed to enjoy. After every circle of her clit, a sensation hit her, pee trickling out of her bit by bit. Suddenly, another jet of piss squirted out of Cara's piss hole, her hand clamped over her quivering pussy to try and stop it but to no avail. She let out one final whimper before letting go. All that could be heard by the classroom was the hissing of Cara's piss stream and the slow clock ticking by. That was it. Humiliated. Cara sobbed out loud as Mr Higgins was speaking to another student to get the cleaner. Suddenly, Cara woke up, not at school but in her bed with nothing but panties on. Her hand was between her crotch and was covered in piss that was still trickling out of her pussy into her panties. She ran into her en suite bathroom, still peeing through her fingers that pressed against her pee hole. She pulled her panties to one side and sprayed the remainder of her bladder into the toilet bowl. She laughed to herself as she wondered why she had a nightmare about her being in high-school...it was 14 years ago?
Marco And Kelly's Walk “WOOOOOOO!” Kelly shouted, throwing her hands in the air. She was currently riding on the back of Nachos, which belonged to her boyfriend (Or “break-up buddies” as they’ve taken to calling it.) Marco’s dragon cycle. They were taking a trip across a dimension known for its scenery. Currently, they were driving through large woodlands. Marco was driving and got startled by her shouting. “Haha, sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” Kelly said. “It’s just this SO COOL! How did you even get your hands on a dragon cycle!?” “Long story. Like, 16 years too long.” “Okaaaaaay,” Kelly said, choosing to ignore the strangely specific choice of words. “Remind me where we’re going next?” “We’re going to go up Mount Marnus, just in time to see the sunset! It's supposed to have one of the best views in the multiverse!” “That sounds nice.” Kelly blushed. She had only been going out with Marco for a few weeks, but she already felt happier with him than she ever did with Tad. Kelly tried to relax a bit, but after a few seconds, she felt a shift in her bladder. She tensed up and tried to ignore it. To take her mind off it, she looked at the scenery. It wasn’t very easy, given how fast they were going, but it was still lovely to see all the forestry. Eventually, she started resting her head on Marco’s shoulder (causing him to blush furiously) and began to drift to sleep… sort of. If she fully went to sleep she would fall off the bike. After around a half hour, she was awakened by her bladder sending frantic signals to her brain. “Mmmm…” Kelly whined, shuffling a bit on the seat. “You okay?” Marco looked back, reminding Kelly that she wasn’t on the bike alone. “Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just… how much longer till we get there?” “Should be only a few minutes now. Why?” “Oh, no reason!” Kelly chuckled nervously. The next few minutes passed slowly for Kelly, subtly squirming when Marco wasn’t paying attention. Eventually, they reached Mount Marnus, and Marco parked Nachos by the side of the mountain. When Kelly hopped off the bike, she leaked a little in her panties. She quickly crossed her legs to prevent further damage. Remembering that she wasn't alone, she turned to Marco and sighed a breath of relief realizing he was petting Nachos. “Okay girl, just stay there for a while. The terrain up there is too rocky for wheels.” He placed a satchel around Nacho’s neck and turned to face Kelly. “You ready?” “Yup! Totally ready!” Kelly said nervously. Marco gave a suspicious look at Kelly, before turning around to the beginning of the hiking path. “Okay then, let’s be off!” The two began walking up the path, admiring all the beauty around them. Or at least, Marco did. Kelly was too focused on keeping her bladder’s contents contained. “You okay, Kelly? You’re kinda falling behind.” “OH! Um, sorry, I’m not great with walks.” “Well,” Marco started awkwardly. “Maybe it would be easier for you to keep up if we… held hands?” Marco held out his hand. Kelly blushed furiously. She shyly took his hand and continued walking. “We’ve kissed before, why am I so nervous about this!?” She thought to herself. They continued to walk for around another half-hour, Kelly trying desperately to ignore her aching need. “Something on your mind?” Marco asked, startling Kelly. “N-no! Why do you ask?” “Well, it’s just that you seem… distracted.” “I-it’s just the walking thing! Remember!?” “Kelly, are you sure everything’s alright? You know you can talk to me if anything’s wrong, right?” Kelly simply looked away and rubbed her legs together. Marco noticed this movement. “Kelly… do you need to use the bathroom?” Marco said, blushing slightly. Kelly turned bright red. “Fine! I do hafta go. But there are no bathrooms around, and besides, I can hold it.” “Are you sure? I can look away if you need to-” “NOPE! I’m fine!” “Well, if you say so.” Marco went back to walking. Kelly followed along with Marco but started to stray behind him again. She resisted the urge to hold herself. Marco may know she has to pee now, but she still didn’t want to potty dance like a toddler who needs a potty break. More time passed, and Kelly was becoming more and more desperate. She honestly had no idea if she could hold it for much longer. But she HAD to. Suddenly, she felt a large wave of desperation wash over her. “Hnnnn…” She bent over and shoved her hands into her crotch. A few droplets leaked, re-dampening her panties. Marco turned around, seeing Kelly’s desperate state. “Kelly? Are you sure you can hold it?” “O-oh yeah! T-total- AH!” Her sentence was interrupted by another wave of desperation, but this time her holding herself wasn’t enough, and her urine started shooting out, soaking her panties. Kelly fell to her knees, realizing there was no use in holding anymore. The pee spread to her black shorts, drenching them. Although, because of their lack of colour, it would be pretty easy for someone to miss it unless they were looking for it. Unfortunately for her, Marco was witnessing it all with a blush on his face. Kelly buried her own face in her hands, trying to shield herself from the humiliation of wetting herself in front of her boyfriend. Her pee began to make a puddle on the ground, spreading along the rocky surface. Admittedly, the relief of finally emptying her bladder felt nice, but she was too busy being embarrassed to enjoy it. Before she knew it, tears streamed down her face, into the puddle below her. “Great, I’m crying too, just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse.” She thought. The stream went on for another few seconds, before slowly dying out and finishing with a final few drops. As soon as she was done, Marco came to her side, reaching his hand out to help her up. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern in his voice. “N-no!” She shouted, still crying. “I just wet myself in front of you and ruined our date!” “It’s fine! You didn’t ruin anything!” Kelly sniffled. “You’re not mad?” “Of course not. I could never be mad at you!” “Thanks, Marco.” She replied bashfully. “C’mon, I’ll just bring you home with my dimensional scissors.” Marco reached for his pockets, only to smack himself in the face. “Sorry Kelly, I left them in Nacho’s satchel. We’ll have to walk back down.” “That’s okay.” “Really?” “Well, no. I just wanted you to feel better about forgetting them.” Marco chuckled. “Well, it worked.” Kelly smiled and wiped away her tears. The two took each other’s hands and walked back to the bottom of the mountain, which took a while, but luckily Marco did a pretty good job of distracting Kelly from the uncomfortable feeling of her soggy shorts. Eventually, they reached Nachos, where Marco retrieved the scissors and opened up a portal to Kelly’s dimension. They stepped into the portal and saw Kelly’s house. Kelly let out a sigh of relief seeing that her mom was asleep. She really didn’t want to explain THIS to her. “Okay, I’ll be right back out, Marco.” Marco nodded and Kelly went inside and to her room. As she did, the embarrassment started to hit her again. She just peed herself! In front of Marco! She picked up a pillow and screamed into it. Taking a deep breath, she put down the pillow and started stripping down her shorts, revealing her drenched pink-striped panties. Embarrassingly, the white parts were tinted yellow. She quickly stripped them down too and threw them both in her laundry basket. Reaching into her closet, she grabbed new panties and a pair of sweatpants and put them on. She went back outside and saw Marco leaning against a tree. “Hey, Marco! All done!” “Good. Are you, er… feeling better?” “Kinda. I’m still really embarrassed by all this.” “Don’t be! Accidents happen to everyone.” “Oh yeah? You got a personal example, Mister Diaz?” Kelly asked in a flirtatious tone. “Wellll, don’t tell anyone, but one time Star was hogging the bathroom before I had my morning pee and…” Marco said, blushing. “And?” “And I think you can imagine the rest.” He said with a giggle. Kelly snickered. “Well, that does make me feel a little better.” “Good. Pity we didn’t get to see the sunset.” “We still can if you want, the sun hasn’t set yet.” “Really? Are you sure you’re up to it?” “Yeah, dude. You might want to portal up there though, I don’t think we have time to walk the whole way.” “Alright then,” Marco cut open a portal. “Let’s be off.” They went through the portal, which led them to the peak of the mountain. “It looks like we got here just in time!” Marco pointed to the view of the sunsetting. “Woah,” Kelly said, amazed. “That’s beautiful. And don’t say ‘Not as beautiful as you.’” “You read my mind.” Marco smiled. The two sat down and embraced each other. The nature of the dimension, and the gorgeous sunset combined to make the view seem like a painting. “Thanks for taking me here, Marco.” Kelly rested her head on Marco’s shoulders. “It’s no problem. I love spending time with you.” The two spent the next few minutes together, watching the view together.
Hi Omo Lovers, I have decided to break down my story commissions into separate posts based on certain feedbacks I received in my DMs. I hope it makes easier to search content. Desperate Disha: Hi, my name is Rex, I am 19 and have recently joined college. Apart from fitness and my love for sex, I have addicted to holding my pee. Yup, you heard that right. Not wetting, but constantly staying painfully full – It feels so fucking good. And the longer I hold it, the better it feels. But the best part is trying to act normal when you're bursting at the seams. You have to be strategic about where you sit, how much you drink, and how you move. It's like a game of Jenga, and one wrong move could bring the whole tower tumbling down. But this story is about me and the girl of my dreams. Read on to find out. - - - As I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, I couldn't help but notice the familiar sensation of a full bladder. But this was nothing new to me. I've always loved relishing the sensation of desperation that comes with a bursting bladder. In fact, I’d been holding my pee for 24 hours every day since I joined college and was trying to push beyond. I looked around the room and noticed that I wasn't alone in my need to relieve myself. Four girls in the front row were squirming in their seats, clearly in desperate need of a piss. And there I was, sitting comfortably, proud of my ability to hold it in. I overheard the girls talking amongst themselves, whispering about their desperation and wondering if they should ask the professor for a break. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. These girls clearly had no idea what it meant to hold their bladder like a champ. I decided to eavesdrop a little more, just to see how desperate they really were. It was both entertaining and a bit thrilling to hear them discussing their predicament. One of the girls leaned over and whispered, "I can't hold it much longer, I need to go now." Another girl responded, "Me too! But we can't just leave in the middle of class. What if the professor sees us?" I smirked, feeling a sense of superiority. They had no idea what they were missing out on. But then, a new thought occurred to me. Maybe I could help them out. I cleared my throat and turned around to face them. "Excuse me, ladies. I couldn't help but overhear your predicament. I happen to know a thing or two about taming the bladder. Maybe I can offer some advice." They looked at me sceptically, but also with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. "Really?" one of them asked. "What can we do?" I leaned in closer and whispered my secrets to them, sharing my tips for holding it in without anyone noticing like Kegels, scratching the calf and even pressing the bladder hard for a few seconds to increase the pressure and then allowing it to return to normal. They seemed both impressed and grateful. The lecture soon ended, and I made my way out of the classroom just after the girls bolted out. I spotted the four girls huddled together in the corridor. They looked frustrated and were muttering under their breath. I couldn't resist walking up to them to see what was going on. "What's up?" I asked, trying to suppress my amusement. "The restrooms are closed due to a water line maintenance!" one of the girls exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. As much as I wanted to the girls to get more desperate, I thought it might be best to keep that to myself. Instead, I tried to act like I was just as frustrated as they were. "Ugh, this is the worst!" I exclaimed, trying to play it cool. Inside, I was actually thrilled at the prospect of having to hold it in for even longer. I had been drinking water and soda all day, the pressure in my bladder was not very easy to contain. But then again peeing could always wait. As we made our way off-campus, I couldn't help but notice that the girls were struggling more and more, fidgeting and crossing their legs, while I remained composed. "So, how long have you guys been holding it?" I asked, trying to make conversation. The girls exchanged a glance before one of them spoke up. "Since lunchtime," she admitted, looking embarrassed. “Just 5 hours and they are bursting!” I thought to myself. I raised my eyebrows to act surprised. "Oh, wow. I've only been holding it for an hour or so," I lied, trying not to sound too smug. The girls groaned in unison, and I couldn't help but feel a small sense of victory. Holding my pee was like a sport to me, and I loved winning. Unfortunately, they spotted a public restroom and started walking towards it. As we reached the public restroom, I felt a little disappointed that the little adventure was about to end. But man, I was wrong! - - - After the girls finished using the public restroom, they were surprised to find me waiting outside, still holding it. They couldn't believe that I could continue to hold it. Little did they know I could single-handedly beat them at holding. "Rex, you must be bursting by now!" exclaimed one of the girls. I just smiled and shrugged it off. I didn't want to admit that I was actually dying to pee. I wanted to prove to them, and to myself, that I could hold it until I got home or may be even longer. I heard one of them speak to the others in a whisper, “Oh my god! He’s so much like Disha!” I was intrigued but didn’t say anything. My mind was racing though, to find out more about Disha. Why would they say that I was like Disha? Did she like to hold it as well? As we walked back to the college, I felt my bladder jolt with every step, but it was still long before I would allow myself even a drop of relief. The girls, on the other hand, seemed to be relieved and happy to have emptied their bladders. They chatted and laughed while I just clenched and focused on keeping my waters contained. Just as we reached the gate to our hostel zone, we saw a girl approaching us. My heart skipped a beat. The girls introduced her as Disha. She had jet black hair styled like a model, full kissable lips, and a body that looked like it was made for sin – be it her massive bouncing boobs barely contained in her crop top or her tiny miniskirt that barely covered her butt. Provocative – was an understatement. I couldn't help but stare at her, trying to hide my raging boner. "Hey there, I'm Disha," she said, giving me a seductive knowing smile. "Hi, I'm Rex," I replied, trying to sound as cool as possible. "So, Rex, what brings you here?" Disha asked, eyeing me up and down. "I'm new here, just like you guys," I replied, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. "Oh, that's cool. Which course are you in?" she asked. "Uh, mechanical engineering," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too nervous. Honestly speaking my heart was in my mouth. We talked for a few more minutes, and I couldn't help but notice how Disha kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other subtly. I knew that look. She needed to pee, rather badly. Perhaps that was the reason the girls earlier commented that I was like Disha. I was proud of my ability to hold it, but I didn't know if Disha was as good at it as I was. I decided to test her when the rest of the girls made their way back to the dorms. I kept talking to her and even took her out for a coffee, trying to distract her while she was clearly desperate to pee. As we downed a coffee or two, I could see Disha struggling to sit still. She kept crossing her legs and occasionally grabbing her thighs, trying to hide her urgent need. I was impressed by her determination, but also amused by her predicament. As we reached her hostel later in the evening, I could see that Disha was in a hurry to get to her room. She bid me a quick goodbye and walked briskly to her building. It was a treat to watch her tiny skirt bounce on her bubble butt exposing her cheeks and a hint of the tight neon green thong underneath. I couldn't help but wonder if she would make it in time. I knew that feeling of desperation all too well – the last few moments of control as we go the proximity of a bathroom. I felt a strange attraction towards Disha. Later that night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Disha. I wondered if she was able to hold it till she reached the restroom. Does she hold it regularly or today was one off event? How long she must have been holding? How much did she drink all day? I drifted off to sleep dreaming about her. - - - From the next day itself, I kept a close eye on Disha. I couldn't help but notice Disha's behaviour in class. At first, she would come in with her usual bubbly self, making flirtatious comments and giggling away. But as the day wore on, I could see her becoming more and more quiet, fidgeting in her seat, and looking increasingly uncomfortable. I noticed her chugging water from her bottle steadily throughout the day and also re-filling it during lunch time. That girl drank like gallons but never entered the ladies room with her friends. On very few occasions had I encountered anyone else who took pride in holding their pee like I did. But with Disha, it felt as if I hit a jackpot. As the days went by, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know more about Disha's habits and what drove her to hold her bladder to the absolute limits. I watched her closely in class, noticing the way she squirmed in her seat and crossed and uncrossed her legs. I couldn't help but feel a little envious of her ability to hold it in for so long. As someone who prided themselves on their own holding skills, I was intrigued by Disha's seemingly effortless ability to do the same. But I knew that bringing up the topic in front of her would be a mistake. For one, it was a little too personal of a subject to broach with someone I barely knew. And two, I didn't want to risk offending her or making her feel uncomfortable. So, I continued to observe her from afar, watching as she downed bottle after bottle of water and held her pee for hours on end. It was almost as if she was in competition with me, and I couldn't help but admire her tenacity. As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more intrigued by Disha. Her ability to hold her pee was impressive, but there was something else about her that drew me in. She was funny, smart, and incredibly mischievous. After a couple of weeks, I found her giving me sly glances in class or teasing me during breaks. It was almost as if she knew I was watching her and was enjoying the attention. And I couldn't help but feel a little smitten. But I knew that any romantic notions I had towards Disha were foolish. We were just two people with a shared interest in holding our bladders, nothing more, yet. - - - Around 3 months had passed since we met. During these months Disha had never used the toilets – at least not when I was around her. She acted as if she was immune to it. Right from the first lecture of the day to the last, she would be in the class steadily chugging water from her water bottle. I always kept up with her to ensure that I too can be desperate and relish the satisfaction of being under control. Subconsciously we both were trying to one-up each other. And man! It was intense but more was yet to come. I, Disha, and the rest of the 4 girls were chosen to participate in a tech conference and were preparing for the same. We had to take a 16-hour bus ride to reach the destination. The night before we left, we gathered for the final rehearsal after dinner. But something was off about Disha today. I noticed that Disha was fidgeting more than usual. Her legs were crossed tightly, and she kept shifting in her seat. I could see the sweat on her forehead and her face was turning red. It was not her usual – I-AM-IN-CONTROL self. "Hey, Disha, you okay?" I asked, trying to act as calm as possible while clenching my muscles. I had a constant dull ache in my bladder since lunch time. She turned to me and responded with a forced smile "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous, I guess." But I could tell there was something else going on. I glanced over at our four friends, who were all whispering and looking concerned. "Guys, what's going on?" I asked. One of the girls spoke up. "Disha really needs to go to the bathroom, but she's refusing to leave. We've been trying to convince her, but she's being stubborn." Disha glared at her friend. "I'm not stubborn! I just don't want to miss anything important." It was then I noticed that her regular water bottle was replaced with a new gallon sized one. My jaws dropped when I realized that it was empty and there were three empty juice cans kept next to it. Merely thinking about the intake made my bladder scream with pressure. "Hey, it's okay Disha. Its already past the time when you normally take your before-bed gusher." One of the girls whispered into her ear. Much to Disha’s dismay it was heard by all of us. Disha shook her head adamantly. "No, this is more important. I will not pee tonight! I'm fine." But as the rehearsal went on, it became clear that Disha was not fine at all. She kept squirming in her seat and forgetting her lines. Finally, she burst out in frustration. "I can't do this anymore! I-I need a break!" We all looked at her in surprise. Disha was usually so composed and in control. "Okay, let's take a break," I said, thinking that she had finally given in, but my jaws dropped when she asked her friend to get her a bottle of water. “Don’t be stupid Disha! You don’t need to drink water but release yours!” But Disha refused to budge. "No, I can hold it. I just need to – need to stay hydrated.” I was having a raging hard on at the moment. Perhaps Disha’s pride to admit her needs was the only thing preventing me from rushing to the bathroom myself. We all exchanged worried glances, but no one wanted to push her too hard. So, I and another girl went to the canteen to fetch a bottle of water. On my way I asked the girl what was wrong with Disha. “You will not believe! Disha just pees once a day and today we called her for the rehearsal just when she was about to finally relieve herself.” “Only once-a-day! That must be so difficult!” I tried to act casual. “It is! When we all came to the college, she used to pee twice, but I don’t know why she started restricting herself to only once a day!” “Is she always so irate when she gets back to the dorm after the lectures, ever since her once-a-day rule started?” “God! You should see her once she’s in the room! She squirms like crazy, and her hand is glued to her crotch!” She giggled. My dick was as hard as steel at that moment. “I don’t know but perhaps she is trying to beat you!” “What do you mean!?” I was taken aback. “Oh C’mon! All the girls in the class know you never go to the bathroom all day . . . I mean just look at the rest of guys who rush out every two hours.” I felt my hard on grow larger as she continued. “It’s so manly to be able to wait. Looking at you right now all four of us can pounce on you to suck you.” She paused upon realizing that she blurted too much. “Be honest though – Don’t you need to pee?” “Ahhh!” I didn’t expect the question. “It’s definitely there but nothing I can’t manage!” I lied through my teeth. My teeth were afloat with piss. But relief was not an option especially after knowing what the girl said. My mind was racing with the thoughts of Disha - a hot busty girl, trying to pee only once a day, trying to beat me. The rest of the girls talking about sucking me. It felt like Christmas! Soon after we got her a bottle of water from the canteen. On my way back I chugged a bottle myself to keep up with my dangerous game. The girl looked at me with suspicion. I just brushed it off saying that I hadn’t had any water since lunch. Disha’s eyes grew wide in horror as I gave her the bottle with a knowing glance. She slowly started drinking it, shifting in her seat every few seconds and her face contorted with effort. Finally, it was my and Disha’s turn to present the slides. We could see that Disha was holding her breath between her sentences. Her hand was tightly clutching the hem of her short skirt as if trying to pull it down. The tight waist band was cutting right on the apex of her bladder. She stood absolutely still, with her legs crossed tightly. We could literally see the muscles on her legs were flexed with strain. Each time she made a mistake the girls made us start from the beginning. Little did they know my bladder was ready to pop too. I was gritting my teeth and clenching my muscles non-stop. There was no way on earth I was letting Disha know that I had to pee like a racehorse. After a grueling hour the rehearsal finally ended. I was no longer safe. My bladder was trying to push out the load violently. The first few drops of pee had reached the tip of my dick. My body was covered in sweat and I had goosebumps on my body. It had been 27 hours with more than a gallon of intake. It was too much for my bladder. I wanted to sprint out of the room but held on somehow. Disha on the other hand was practically pee dancing now. Her hands revolved around her crotch, sometimes holding her belly bulge, sometimes tugging on to the hem of her skirt. “Hurry up guys!” Disha pleaded her friends with strained voice. Her legs were glued together. “Wait it out Disha! We are almost done!” Her friend snapped at her. It was so sudden and abrupt that Disha was startled. Her bladder gave in, and a jet of pee escaped. Her neon green thong had turned dark. She clenched herself and took a seat crossing her legs as tight as she could. “Disha! I think you should go.” I offered to help her. She was in no position to fight it. Her bladder simply would not have any of her non-sense any longer. “NO! I – I can wait” Disha glared at me. Her face was red with strain and true to her words she didn’t make a move to rush out to the toilets. As we walked back to our dorms with Disha and the others, I could see that Disha was on the verge of tears. She was walking with her legs tightly crossed, and every few steps she would pause and clench her muscles. I wanted to offer her some words of encouragement, but I didn't know what to say. So, I just walked alongside her, trying to keep a neutral expression and focus on my own needs to release the lake inside me. When we reached the dorm, Disha was doing a full-blown pee dance. Her eyes were shut close and hands grabbing the hem of her skirt. Her face had turned blue due to holding her breath. The girls on the other hand were keeping up with small talk running through our itinerary for the next day. “Girls! How much longer?” Disha pleaded. “Take the keys and rush inside. We will be there in 5” One of them tried to hand over the keys. “Oh! It – its fine. I will wait with you guys!” Disha answered rubbing the tears of her cheeks but still unwilling to accept defeat. I was no better than her. Perhaps the girls knew that and were trying to delay us. Whatever. After 5 minutes we left. As soon as I turned my back, I heard Disha snatch the keys and bolt inside, muttering cuss words. A moment later a loud moan was heard across the corridor. I went back near to their room on the pretext of forgetting something and heard the sound of a loud gush coming from the bathroom. The girls could not hold their laughter seeing me. One of them picked up her wet thong and showed it to me. It was drenched with piss. I was salivating at it. “Do you wanna join her?” One of the girls teased me. “I – No! I will go later” I sheepishly bade them a good night and waddled back to my dorm, satisfied that I outheld her. I could not wait for the trip to push myself harder and thus I went to bed cancelling my before bed pee. My bladder screamed for a release, but I silenced it. - - - I woke up with a painfully full bladder. I had to knead my dick for a good few minutes to bring the surge of pressure under control. 25 hours’ worth of pee and over a gallon of water was tightly corked up in my swollen bladder. Skipping my only pee of the day was a dangerous game, but the kick of doing this while out with Disha was irresistible. Before I stepped out of the dorm, I jokingly texted the girls, "Ladies, make sure to empty yourselves before you board the bus!" I received a chorus of giggles and affirmative responses from everyone except Disha. She was on her phone, furrowing her eyebrows. We all headed to get some breakfast before boarding. I was pleasantly full and had to calculate how much I and her were drinking. Before we knew, we both had downed a jug of orange juice, easily about 1500ml. We gave each other a knowing look. A while later we got on the bus. I took a seat next to Disha and couldn’t help but notice a small bulge on her bladder. One of the girls came and asked her if she wanted to pee and it was the last chance. As a response Disha simply tightened her belt one more notch. “No thank you! Rules are rules!” Disha coldly said. The girl got her answer and they all left for the toilets. “Why does everyone make such a fuss about peeing?” Disha was annoyed. “Perhaps because you were miserable last night Disha!” I teased Disha. “Do you even know how much I was holding! I had not peed since the night before yesterday and I pee only once every day. Instead of appreciating me, you guys keep on squandering my efforts day and had drank one full gallon of water and god knows how much of juices and drinks.” “All right! Chill, I am sorry.” I was expecting to have a good time with her on the trip but I pulled the wrong string. “I am a big girl Rex, and I can contain my waters. And you know what, I cancelled my cautionary pee which I had thought of earlier specially for today’s ride, just to prove to you all that my bladder can practically hold a lake. And oh yes! I drank over a litre of water before I slept.” She was enraged. I simply nodded to her anticipating the pain I was going to put myself through. I massaged my bladder which contained over 24 hours’ worth of pee already. Deep down I knew it was going to be the most difficult hold of my life. It was better to wet than accept my needs to Disha. The journey stared without much hassle. Though the Air conditioning was wreaking havoc on Disha. She put her hoodie on and kept her arms crossed, clearly shivering. Perhaps the yellow microskirt was not the smartest choice for such a long ride. On the other hand, I was sweating profusely, my shirt stuck to my skin, thanks to the effort of took to I act normally. When I lowered the temperature she would turn off the overhead blower. The other girls enjoyed our silly quarrel. This back and forth continued for quite some time till I conceded and let her win. This would be the only thing I let her win at. A few hours passed and the bus made a stop for lunch. The girls immediately made a beeline for the toilets, but Disha stayed put. I took the opportunity to grab some lunch for myself and her. Needless to say we had already chugged our bottles somehow. Thus a monstrous soda was due with lunch and additional water bottles. Before I entered the bus I secretly watched Disha from the gate of the bus which was tinted. I could faintly see that her face was contorted, hands shoved in her crotch and legs fanning frantically. She did need to pee after all. I felt so proud of myself. As soon as I entered the bus, her hands flew away from her crotch. “You took a pee, didn’t you?” she asked, almost accusingly. "Nope" I answered as calmly as I could. Truth be told I was in agony, but I would not give in so easily. I wanted this to be excruciating. The journey resumed and half of the soda was making its way to our overworked bladders. Disha crossed her legs like a pretzel pretending to be cold. I being the gentleman I was, offered her my jacket which she gladly took. Apart from that she gave no other signs about her growing need. I glanced at her side from time to time and found that the monstrous soda was gone. I made sure to finish mine, despite my Bladder begging not to. With every gulp it was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with the act. An hour or two later, Disha was visibly uncomfortable, shifting in her seat every few minutes. The pretension of being colder was gone and I could see sweat beads forming on her forehead, and her breathing was getting heavier. One of the girls took pity on her and asked if she should ask the driver to pull over. But Disha remained resolute in her decision to hold it in. As the hours passed, the pressure inside my bladder rose to a whole new level. Every bump on the road felt like torture. My dick throbbed with pain as pee kept rushing to the tip in waves. I was savouring the discomfort. But I couldn't show any signs of weakness, not when Disha sat next to me. At one point, the bus hit a particularly rough patch of road, and Disha let out a small whimper. I could tell that her resolve was starting to falter. I quickly calculated our intakes since the morning. A giant soda worth 800ml, 3 bottles of water which meant 1500ml, our morning juice was another 1500. We had a gallon of liquid coursing through our bodies. I couldn’t even tally all the liquid from the previous day already gurgling inside. We continued our silent suffering. As the sun began to set, the air conditioning on the bus seemed to get colder and colder. I was shivering, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. Disha, on the other hand, had her hoodie and my jacket on. She still seemed to be sweating. All our water bottles were empty now. My body was shuddering with the desperation. I glanced at the clock, it had been 38 hours since I felt any relief. Perhaps 20 for her. It was a strange dichotomy, but neither of us was willing to even jokingly admit our need. We gave each other a knowing look. Keeping the hands away from the crotch was so difficult but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of falling weak. We were both determined to outlast the other. Soon the bus pulled for dinner. The moment the bus stopped, both Disha and I turned our heads towards the restrooms longingly, but we both knew the rules. No one was supposed to pee. The other girls, however, were not so compliant. “Guys, come on, just go pee! It’s been nearly a day guys! I’m sure you’re both dying to pee” one of them pleaded. Disha shot her a glare. “I’m fine, thank you. I want to hold it.” I nodded in agreement, trying my best to look as composed as possible. “Yeah, we’re both good. Thanks for your concern, though.” The girls seemed to give up and headed to the restrooms. As soon as they were gone, Disha and I both let out a sigh of relief. We both sat there, silent, each lost in our own thoughts, trying to ignore the growing pressure inside us. The rest of the girls returned and we resumed our journey. The night sky was beautiful and the stars were shining brightly. But we could hardly appreciate the view as our minds were only focused on one thing - the unbearable pressure in our bladders. There was still 5 more hours to go to the journey and we were nearing our limits. But more trouble was to come. In the middle of nowhere the bus got punctured. As soon as the bus came to a halt, everyone began to panic. The driver got out to examine the tire and we were all asked to wait inside. I tried to distract myself by checking my phone but my mind was too focused on my bladder. Disha was curled up in her seat, legs crossed tightly like a pretzel, almost weeping. She kept shifting in her seat and biting her lip. “You okay?” I whispered, trying to hide my own discomfort. She nodded, trying to put on a brave face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the driver returned and announced that we would have to wait for a replacement bus. My heart sank. I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. "I just want to reach the hotel," Disha whispered, her voice shaking with desperation. I nodded in agreement. The fun part of holding was replaced with necessity. Even though I wouldn’t looking relieve myself I find myself around frantically for any sign of relief. But there was nothing. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no restrooms in sight. Looking at the other passengers rushing behind the bushes was pure torture. I could hear the sound of their relief echoing in the silence. The girls came back one by one, looking refreshed and relieved, but also giving us pitiful looks. "Are you sure you don't want to go?" one of them asked, trying to be helpful. "We're good," I replied through gritted teeth, trying my best to hide the desperation in my voice. But the truth was that I was far from good. The pressure was becoming unbearable, and my mind was slowly losing control. I tried to distract myself by talking to Disha about anything and everything, but it was getting harder and harder to focus. "How much longer?" Disha asked, her voice trembling with desperation as she got up from the seat. For a moment I couldn’t believe that she gave in. She inched towards the door. I don’t know what was she thinking. "Not sure, but it could be a while. But where are you going though" I replied, trying to keep my cool. “I just need some time alone” Disha was breathed through her mouth making a hissing sound. Her legs were glued together and fists shaking. Sweat dripped from her forehead to her deep cleavage. But before she could get some alone time, the driver came back and informed us that it would be at least another two hours before the replacement bus arrived and asked all of us to get down. I could see Disha almost pull her hair in frustration. I could relate to her as a quick squeeze down there could make things so much better. But pride and stubbornness kept me from doing so. up. So far I had not shown any signs of desperation. As time passed, the situation became increasingly dire. I could feel my bladder pulsing with pain, and Disha was no better off. Her face was contorted in pain, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold air conditioning. "Are we there yet?" she asked, her voice strained and desperate. "Not yet" I replied, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel. The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. The insides of my bladder were burning. I had never felt pain like this ever in my life. I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel. But then, finally, we did. Two hours later than planned, but we made it. As we rose from the seat, I saw a small wet patch on Disha’s seat. She had leaked. I knew it! Her control was slipping. Wearing such a short skirt was not a good idea after all, I chuckled to myself. As we stepped off the bus and got down, gravity hit us hard. I felt as if somebody had attached a bowling bowl to my stomach. An intense wave hit me and I had to pause there bringing my legs close. The notch of my belt was still at the tightest setting. I could feel the heat coming out of my ears and my heart beat like a race car engine. My body was begging for a release. 42 hours had passed since my last partial pee, and I had chugged like a big bucket of water. “Look at you Rex. You’re gonna burst!” One of the girls came running to me, showing me the way to the restroom in the lobby. My desperation rose 10 times as soon as my eyes fell on the door. Imagine drinking vodka out of the bottle and how it burns down your chest. It was exactly similar except it was my pee rushing to the tip of my dick. I held my breath and clenched my muscles. “How’s Disha doing?” I asked with my eyes shut close. “Not better”, she answered. “Babe you haven’t peed since last night. You have honoured your rule. Just go!” The other three girls tried to persuade Disha. She was teary eyed but looked at me expectantly that I would be the first one to break. “How the fuck is he still holding it!” I overheard Disha talking to the girls. “Babe he is strong.“ the girls looked at me slyly. “I am stronger. And strong girls don’t pee!” Disha was angry and irritated. I was turned on and taken aback at the same time. How could a girl who can barely stand with a pregnant like bladder bulge, still want to beat me. I could not give her the satisfaction of defeating me. I took a deep breath and stood straight. With the last reserves of my strength, I straightened my body and said something which turned Disha pale. "I think I will retire to bed. Peeing can wait till tomorrow morning or later.” Their jaws dropped to the ground. I smiled to them and walked as normally as I could towards the elevator. I was stacked with two of the girls and Disha with the rest. Disha perhaps never thought I could beat her. Me opting to fight for another night was getting on her nerves. Despite it, she was too prideful to admit defeat. "He - He is right. Peeing can wait" Disha strained herself and waddled to her room with the rest of two girls. The night was difficult, but I was determined to hold it till the morning. Our rooms were next to each other. “WOAH! didn’t know your bladder could expand so much!” I could clearly hear conversation in the other room. Thanks to the weird low quality walls. “No. I contain more than this every day. Its – Its just that it was too cold in the bus which made me weak momentarily” Disha lied. “It’s huge! How the fuck did we not spot it earlier?” Another girl commented. “Yeah! Waist – clincher. I – I compressed my bladder under it all day” Disha was struggling to form sentences. “Aahh! Don’t touch it” Disha suddenly snapped. The pressure was making her cranky. Obviously so. I was enjoying their conversation and so were the girls with me. I signalled them to keep their voices low. They giggled and agreed to it on one condition. “You gotta let us feel your bladder. We have never seen a guy as strong and manly like you” I was instantly hard. I smiled nervously as I finally unbuttoned my jeans and instantly fekt better The curve of my bladder went as high as my navel button. My skin was white, and I could count my veins. The girls had no clue what a dangerous situation I was in, but it was too late to back off. Despite all my pain I let them torture my bladder. They started slowly pressing it but it escalated quickly. I was pinned down by them. To my horror, they took turns to sit on it and bounce vigorously. “This is going to be a long night tiger” As much as I enjoyed being blown by them, my dick threatened to gush the pee in their faces. I gripped the bed so tight that I tore into the bedsheet and the mattress. Not a drop of pee could escape or I would be doomed. Disha on the other hand was silent, but I could faintly hear her tossing and turning around. An hour later the girls were asleep on my chest and their knees were right on my bladder. My eyes were paining out of tiredness and my bladder felt as it was being stung by bees from inside. Around 4 in the morning, I could hear the girls in the other room suddenly wake up. “What’s wrong Disha?” One of the girls groggily asked. “No - Nothing I just needed to.” “Go to the toilet?” The other girl questioned. “Noooo…Why would I go there the toilet in the middle of the night? I – I am just thirsty.” My eyes grew wide in amusement and horror at the same time. The next moment I heard water being poured in the glass and Disha quickly chug it down, slamming the glass on the table. I had to keep up with her. I reached out to the bottle kept next to our bed, sliding the naked hotties over my stomach. I chugged the full bottle groaning with a sharp pain from my Bladder. I have no clue how I fell asleep but the next I woke up, it was 7 in the morning. 49 fucking hours without a drop of relief. My body was drenched in sweat and the entire bedsheet too. There was no semblance of composure left in me. My body demanded relief. I suddenly remembered about Disha waking up in the middle of the night to drink water. My mind was clouded with questions. Did she pee already? Did she wet herself? If not, then Disha would be holding around 31 hours’ worth of pee and countless litres. Soon enough my questions were answered. I heard Disha pacing around the room and the other two girls were taking turns to get ready. She still had not accepted defeat. Perhaps I underestimated her. I woke the girls in my bed and was welcomed with a nice juicy blowjob. My dick was hard as iron partly because I wanted to ejaculate a massive load and other because of the boiling pee gushing to find an escape. The other girl teased me about how badly she needed to pee and knowingly kept the door open as she took a strong morning pee. I winced in bed at the sound of it. But the torture was far from over. The piss was followed by her taking a shower which made me drive nuts. I was biting my lip so hard that I bled. In the meantime, the girl continued with the slurpy blowjob. As her tongue ravaged my dick I was starting to feel the ever-familiar pressure getting stronger. “How are you feeling now Rex?” She seductively asked. “Please s-stop!” I panted. My breath was erratic. Toes curled. Fingers dug into the mattress and dick about to explode. “I can’t hold it much longer” “Oh Rex, you must!” She purred and deepthroated me. I was pulling my hair. I was in full blown panic now. In the meantime, I heard something that was never expected. “OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR! FUCKING LET ME PEE NOW! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE” Disha banged the bathroom door like no tomorrow. There was a muffled answer from inside which I figured was the other girl asking her to wait. “I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. I haven’t pissed for the last 32 hours!” Disha cried as the other girl in her room burst out in laughter. “No! NO! NOOOO! Don’t you dare!” It was Disha screaming as the other girl started tickling her. I could hear Disha panting and begging to let go but the other girl was relentless. It was pure commotion. For a minute I felt that all the 4 girls had planned to gain sadistic pleasure out of our pain! This continued for another 15-20 minutes and then as if I connected with Disha through telepathy. “ENOUGH! Let me go – NOW” I and Disha both shouted at the same time. I literally pushed the girl blowing me, aside and grabbed my dick for dear life. There was no more waiting – it was my body’s PEE-NOW moment. Perhaps same was the case with Disha. I waited with bated breath for the bathroom door to open. As soon as it opened I bolted inside, drops of pee starting to leak out of my aching erect dick. I stood in front of the porcelain bowl begging for my dick to go flaccid. Seeing the bowl in front of me, my bladder went into a hyper-agitated mode – forcing bursts of piss. But my arousal prevented a release with full force. Not knowing what to do I held my breath hoping to calm my dick down. In the meantime, I heard the bathroom door of the other side open and close. The bathrooms were adjacent to each other just like the rooms.. I heard the sound of cloth being torn away followed by a prolonged moan. A loud noise of piss hitting the water, filled the bathrooms. I closed my ears in pain as my dick still refused to go soft. Disha on the other hand was pissing like a fire hose. Around a minute later, somehow her stream stopped mid-stream “Hold it – hold it – hold it” I heard Disha muttering under her breath. I couldn’t believe she was still trying to control it but her bladder won in the end and violently pushed out the remainder of the piss with even more force. “OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD!” Disha moaned in exasperation. It was only then my dick finally turned semi-hard allowing the lake of piss to gush out of my pee. My body shivered as whole of the piss tried to make its way out. I could see my dick literally puff due to the pressure of the piss rushing out. I had never needed to pee so – so fucking bad in my life. I could feel steam emanating from the WC as it filled it to the brim. Neither me nor Disha realized that the girls were calling us from outside to check on us. There was a deafening noise of liquid hitting liquid echoing throughout. Only when they started banging the doors from outside, it dawned to us how long we had been pissing for. “Just let me piss in peace!” Disha screamed with a strained voice as her bladder continued to gush out a thick stream of piss. “I am trying to hold it back, but it just won’t stop” I tried to sound calm. After a good couple of minutes, Disha’s stream came to an abrupt stop. Her bladder expelled the entire load with such force that there was no slow down at all. I on the other hand went on for another minute or so, filling the WC to the brim. I had to clench my muscles before the piss spilled on the floor creating a mess. I couldn’t believe my eyes. All that piss was contained within my bladder. It was like a record in itself. Feeling proud I quickly took out my phone and clicked photos to keep proof of it. My bladder was still aching with the remaining piss desperately wanting out. But there was literally no way to further release it. I came out of the bathroom with the girls rushing inside only to scream in disbelief. I collapsed onto the bed drenched in sweat. The other two girls barged into our room and went straight to the bathroom to see what happened. “Did he piss all this?” The girls from the other room asked in amazement. “Yes! Rex held this lake inside, all day since yesterday!” One of my girls said. “Dang! I thought only Disha was corked up. You must check out her monstrous release”. I could not bear it anymore. I quietly walked up to Disha’s room. She laid there on the bed, naked. Her body glistened with sweat and boobs heaved up and down due to her panting. She gave me a steely glance and I returned it with same ferocity. As I slowly walked into the bath, she smirked at me. The scene was absolute chaos inside. I saw a torn thong lay on the floor in a puddle of piss, and the WC was just half an inch short to the brim. I smiled to myself. It was like a dream come true. The sexiest girl in the college was also a pro at holding it. I felt my dick stiffen inside my tight underwear as if my dick approved of her. “Looks like I won after all.” She triumphantly said with a weak voice. A moment later, she came and stood behind me. “Not quite!” I showed her the photos of my bathroom with the WC spilling over. “Perhaps you need to work harder Disha. But you’re strong and worthy.” I palpated my bladder to show her a prominent bulge still there. Disha’s eyes widened in disbelief. All she could muster to say was, “Challenge Accepted”. - - - The End - - - Edited July 4 by Rexone_312 (see edit history)
Desperate Jean: "The one and only Jean, the 19-year-old gaming goddess that leaves her subscribers drooling and begging for more! With her sharp gaming skills and daring fashion choices, Jean has set the bar high for all gamer girls out there. Whether she’s slaying dragons in her skimpy bikini or taking on the enemy team in her thigh-high boots, Jean is always pushing the boundaries of not only gaming but also her overflowing bladder. Yes, Jean always games with a bladder-about-to-explode. No other girls out there can beat her. So hold onto your controllers, folks, because Jean is about to take you on a wild ride that you won’t soon forget!" That’s what, her intro read on the streaming website. But before all this Jean had an adventure, more like an Origin story, which lead her to become the most sought-after gamer. Read on to find out. Scene 1: The Plan Jean sat at her desk, scrolling through pictures of models with huge fake boobs. She sighed and looked at her moderate sized boobs and bit her lips with greed. Jean was by no means an average girl. Most of the girls of her age would die to get a chiseled body like her. And her height was perfect at 5’3”- the fun size as she called it. But she wanted more. She wanted massive boobs and desperately wanted to get a boob job done. The image of her having boobs bigger than her head, was ingrained in her mind. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She turned to her best friend Tess, who was sitting on the couch in her room with her laptop. "Tess, I've got it! I'm going to do a subathon to raise money for my boob job!" Jean exclaimed. Her eyes glowing with thrill. Tess raised an eyebrow. "A subathon? You mean those livestreams where you do challenges and people donate money? That sounds like a lot of work." Jean shook her head. "No, it'll be easy. I'll just play games and perform challenges while wearing my most daring outfits. People will be throwing money at me in no time." Tess chuckled. "And what kind of outfits are we talking about here?" Jean grinned mischievously. "Oh, you know, a little too revealing, a little too tight, a little more cleavage. I want to make sure I grab people's attention." "The more the skin - the more the green.” Tess laughed. “But are you sure you want to do this? These kind of streams trend to go on for hours." Jean's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm totally up for it. In fact, I'm thinking of making it even more thrilling for myself." "How so?" Tess asked. "I'm going to hold my pee the entire time," Jean said with a smirk. Tess's jaw dropped. "Are you crazy? You're going to be sitting there for 24 hours, drinking gallons and corking up a full bladder?" Jean shrugged. "It'll be a fun challenge. And imagine the sensation when the pressure builds, pressing against my G-spot and then finally letting it all out." Goosebumps appeared on her body in excitement. Tess shook her head in disbelief. "You're a crazy girl, Jean. But I do agree, holding it in is so much HOT! Plus, if it gets you the money you need for your surgery, go for it." Scene 2: The Subathon Begins Tess sat on the couch, munching on popcorn as she ogled at Jean, her jaw dropping at her friend's skimpy outfits. "Oh my God, Jean! How are you not freezing in that? You’re practically naked" Tess asked, pointing at Jean's skimpy outfit. Jean wore an eye wateringly tight crop top with a plunging neckline. It was clearly smallest size she could get. It gave her a substantial cleavage and her boobs was could pop out any second. She coupled it with a neon orange thong and tight low waist jeans. Jean grinned mischievously. "Oh, I have my ways," she said, winking at the camera. "I'll be sure to show you all some of my moves later." “Did you go the bathroom though?”Tess was curious. “Nope. I’m holding it since evening 6” Jean bit her lips in arousal. “It is more tantalising then I thought”. “It sure is,” Tess pointed to her own bladder bulge. Jean’s eye widened with excitement. The stream started exactly at midnight. As the hours went on, Jean's viewers grew more and more enthusiastic, throwing money at her to complete various challenges. Jean giggled as she read out some of the requests. "Jean, can you do a cartwheel in those heels?" \| "Can you twerk to this song?" \| "Jean, can you do a handstand while holding a shot glass in your mouth?" Jean eagerly obliged, relishing in the attention and the money pouring in. She felt a thrill every time a new subscriber signed up or donated, knowing that she was one step closer to her dream surgery. But as the night wore on, Jean started to feel a different kind of thrill. She had been holding her pee for hours now, and the pressure was starting to build. The empty water bottles kept reminding how much she had consumed. But she refused to break the seal, relishing in the challenge of holding it for a full 24 hours. She could already feel the sensation of relief that would come with finally letting go. Meanwhile, her subscribers continued to flood her chat with messages and requests, completely unaware of Jean's naughty little secret. But Jean couldn't help but grin wickedly to herself, knowing that she was in for a wild ride. The subathon had only just begun, and she was ready for anything they could throw at her. Scene 3: The Urge Morning dawned. Jean didn’t allow herself even a drop of relief for 12 long hours. Around 2 litres of water were coursing in her system. There was a prominent bulge in her bladder. "Ohhh," Jean thought to herself, trying to push away the feeling of urgency. "The pressure feels so good but it's getting to much to bear. I must fight it.. It’s just 18 more hours" Jean’s attire was made of thick latex and it began to take its toll on her bladder. Every slight movement or shift caused a wave of pressure to shoot through her body. To make matters worse, the air conditioning in her apartment was on full blast. Jean had turned it up to keep her subscribers entertained with her perky nipples, but the cold air was wreaking havoc on her bladder. She was second guessing her decision to skip her before-start-pee and all the extra water she drank instead. But the thought of the added challenge had been too thrilling to resist. Jean's concentration was wavering and she missed a few requests from get fans. Her desperation was growing by the minute, and her subscribers could sense it. They began to leave comments, egging her on to keep holding, but also begging her to give in and pee. Jean was determined not to let them down, even if it meant enduring the discomfort for hours on end. But as the hours turned into the afternoon, Jean's determination was put to the ultimate test. 20 hours had passed since her last pee and 14 hours into the subathon, her body was demanding relief, but she was too stubborn to accept defeat especially when her subscribers were watching her every move. She shifted again in her chair, squeezing her legs together tightly. "Oh, God," she whispered to herself. "I can't take it anymore." But even as she spoke the words, Jean knew she couldn't give up. She had made a promise to herself and her subscribers, and she was determined to see it through to the end. Scene 4: The Challenges Jean clenched her fists under the desk, trying to focus on the challenges, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the relentless pressure. Her mind was starting to play tricks on her, making her think about waterfalls and running water. "I can do this," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she could make it to the end of the subathon. But then another challenge came in, and Jean knew it was going to be her downfall. One of her subscribers had asked her to do a sexy dance in her tight, revealing outfit. Jean stood up and started moving her hips, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But as the dance went on, her legs started to shake uncontrollably, and she knew she was about to lose control. She quickly sat down, crossing her legs tightly and trying to keep a straight face. "I need to pee so bad," she whispered to Tess, who was giggling in the background. "You can do it, girl," Tess encouraged her, but Jean wasn't so sure. Before Jean could say anything, her screen pinged with a new message from a subscriber. "I bet you can't defeat the superboss in megablaster game. If you die, you drink a glass of water and repeat it till you defeat him" it read. Jean's eyes widened with horror and the comment section was on fire. She nervously fidgeted in her seat and her heart was racing – “How the duck do I defeat the superboss when I can’t really even sit straight!” She was teary eyed remembering that it took her 7 tries to defeat him at the easiest setting, let alone when her bladder was boiling with 23 hours of piss. She took a deep breath, crossed her legs as tightly as she could, and began. Holding the controller was pure torture. The vibrations of the controller somehow travelled to her bladder making her squirm, non-stop. 3 hours passed but she didn’t succeed and her poor bladder had to bear all the brunt of it. 5 tall glasses of water, we’re downed by Jean, each hitting her bladder like a freight train. The bulge in her bladder had pushed the waist band of her tight jeans down to her crotch. But after a long struggle, Jean was able to defeat the superboss. She felt proud of herself and the satisfaction of doing so on a bladder that could explode any moment brought her a different kick. Scene 5: The Outburst 26 hours since her last piss - 4 litres of water - 20 hours into the subathon - Jean was hanging by a thread. Her body was drenched in sweat and face red as tomato. She was shaking with the efforts to contain the tremendous pressure. “I can't take much more of this," Jean thought, her mind racing as she tried to come up with ways to distract herself. All her will power was focussed on keeping her hands away from her crotch. For Jean that was the sign of defeat. Her eyes darted to the clock, willing time to move faster, but it felt like an eternity had passed since the subathon began. "I want to finish the subathon for all my fans but … I AM BURSTING" Jean moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. She was squirming in her seat, her hands shaking as she tried to maintain her composure. The subscribers were loving it. They were sending in more requests, taking advantage of Jean's desperation. Jean was determined not to give up but her body refused to obey. It wanted relief - NOW!. Her eyes fell on the door of the bathroom which was so close and yet so far. She had made it this far, and she wasn't going to let her bladder win. She closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, focusing all her energy on the next challenge but little did she what was coming next. Tess herself had joined Jean’s server and challenged her to put on vibrating panties, which the subscribers would control – turn by turn using an onscreen QR code. Jean glared at Tess, which made her go nuts with laughter. But there was nothing Jean could do. Any sudden movement would mean a disaster and end of the wonderful sensation of arousal which kept her going on. Ted’s pulled Jean aside from the camera and pulled her tight jeans and thong, down with a single tug. She pulled out a fresh set of vibrating undie, which was perhaps the smallest size and wiggled it on Jean. Her bladder was bulging obscenely. A sudden scratch of a nail would have been enough to pop it. The waistband of the undie was viciously cutting into her bladder. Tess noticed Jean's inability to move and dragged her to the camera. Jean's face was contorted with the efforts of keeping the flood inside. As soon as the fans saw her in that tight undie, they were in a frenzy. The money indicator at the top right of the screen kept increasing like the numbers of a stop watch. Then Tess began the game began and released the QR Code on screen. Within a blink of an eye, wild eccentric vibration ravaged Jean’s clit. Her eyes rolled back and hands flew to her crotch. The intensity of vibration varied from extreme to extreme at different settings, rotations and speeds. She was in a state of fit. It felt as if the best cocks in the world were pounding her all at the same time. Her mind was foggy with arousal and wild instincts. Her bladder on the other hand hated the rapid erratic movements. It raided Jean with spasms and waves of desperation, each stronger than the previous. Had it but been for the vibrating undies, Jean would have flooded the room. But her relief was a distant dream. For the next 6 hours Jean’s pussy was oozing rivers of cum. Thick white liquid ran down her toned milky legs, filling her heels. Her hands were shoved tight on her crotch and her fingers were all sticky. Her undie cling to her soft shaven pussy as the flood of cum kept coming. Never in her life had Jean experienced such strong orgasms in rapid succession. She was caught in a crossfire of desperation and arousal. Her muscles were exhausted and ached with the strain of enduring 32 hour’s worth of boiling piss. Soon the battery of her undie ran out and the wild ride of orgasms came to an end. Jean was jolted back to her senses. The pain of her bladder hit her like Thor’s hammer. Jean HAD TO PEE NOW! There was no more clenching of muscles, no willpower, no strength left in her. Her bladder was in charge now and without any warning it simply exploded. Jean’s floodgates finally burst open and a strong thick torrent of piss erupted from her pussy. All the thick sticky layer of cum on her thighs and the floor was washed away with the force of her piss. Jean was gasping for control but her bladder would not stand any more non-sense. She looked down, mortified, and saw a strong gush of piss still continuing to flood the room. Her fans were awestruck. Tips kept coming in like no tomorrow, as Tess adjusted the camera to focus on Jean’s crotch. "I… I’m sorry" she groaned, realizing that she was losing the battle. The subscribers cheered her on, but Jean's world had collapsed to the little pee hold which was expelling hot steaming piss like a hose. She was beyond caring what was happening on the screen or what Tess would think. She was having a full-blown accident and there was nothing she could do about it. Only after half her piss was pushed out by her bladder, Jean clenched herself with a last burst of will power. The gusher came to a sudden halt with her hands seemingly welded to her crotch. Tess and the entire audience of 72000, had the time of their lives. Jess not only managed to do a non-stop subathon for 30 hours but also managed to hold a drum of piss inside her all the time. Had it not been for the vibrating undies she may have made out dry as well. But it was too late to think about all that. She couldn’t believe her eyes to see what a huge sum of money she garnered. A whopping 111,000$. As a last parting gift to her fans, she took out her top blew a kiss to the fans and closed the subathon. Once the she was logged out, Jean made a mad dash for the bathroom. Despite releasing such a massive flood a few minutes earlier, her pussy still quivered with jets of piss. She barely made it to the toilet and collapsed onto it with a sigh of relief. An even more powerful spray of piss hit the water below as she loudly moaned feeling a mix of hot arousal and desperation. The vibration of hot piss gushing out of her pussy tingled her and she was bombarded with one massive orgasm as if her body was thanking her! Once she was empty, reality dawned on her - Jean was in a mix of feelings - humiliated and empowered at the same time. She couldn’t deny that it had been an exhilarating experience. The thrill of holding it in and the challenge of trying not to pee had been addictive. The series of orgasms was an added bonus and she couldn’t wait to try it again. But first, she needed to clean up the mess and take a long shower. She couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in her own urine any longer. As she got up, she felt another small trickle down her legs. She sighed and shook her head, realizing that she had a lot to learn about holding her bladder for long periods of time. As Jean cleaned up the mess, she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She had just wet herself on a live stream, in front of thousands of people. But somehow, she felt liberated by the experience. When she finally emerged from the bathroom after all the cleanup and the shower , Tess was waiting for her with a bottle of water and a congratulatory hug. “You did it! 30 hours of subathon with a 36 hour overfull bladder !” Tess exclaimed, grinning. Another spurt of pee escaped from Jean's pussy onto Tess's thighs as they embraced each other. Jean smiled weakly, still feeling a bit embarrassed about the leak. “THIS WAS HOT,” Tess said. Jean was still shuddering at the memory of the desperation and arousal she had felt. All Jean could do was nod in agreement as Tess laughed. “Hey, you made bank and got your surgery money. And who knows, maybe next time we can make it a 48-hour subathon and make double the money!” Jean loved the idea. It got her thinking, “If a 30 hour marathon got me close to 90,000$, what would happen if I held it longer.” She immediately changed her online profile name to “BurstingJean” and from that day on, she made it her mission to master the art of bladder control. She started practicing holding it in for longer and longer periods of time, drinking more and wearing tighter, sexier clothes. It became her second nature to test her limits and push herself to maddening states of desperation. And although she had her fair share of accidents along the way, she never gave up. It was a new kind of thrill, one that she couldn’t get enough of. And she knew that as long as she kept pushing herself, there would always be another challenge to conquer. - - - The End - - -
Tifa vs Aerith Tifa and Aerith were fighting a terrifying monster, who created ruckus in the nearby village. As they approached the beast, Tifa realized that she had made a grave mistake. She had drunk too much water before the battle, and now her bladder was making its presence known. Aerith was engaged in her rigorous training, chugging glass after glass of water to beat the heat. She was also in a similar predicament, and grimaced while looking at Tifa. "Can we take a quick bathroom break before we fight this thing?" Tifa asked, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Are you kidding me, Tifa? We don't have time for that. The monster won't wait for us," Aerith said, crossing her legs. Tifa groaned, knowing that Aerith was right. They couldn't afford to waste time. Each second of delay meant more innocents losing their lives. She tried to focus on the task at hand and quickly came up with a strategy. They quickly landed powerful punches to the grotesque monster, but it hit them back. The girls tired their best to defend themselves especially their throbbing midsections. But as the battle grew more intense, things were slipping out of their hands and pee out of their bodies. Spurts of piss erupted as they ran, jumped, and kicked. Despite their years of practice and experience, they were unable to contain their bladders. It was a shame! "Oh god, Aerith, I don't think I can hold it anymore," Tifa groaned as the monster thrashed her against the wall. "Don't you dare pee a drop. We are in the middle of a fight! Tifa. I'm warning you," Aerith said, gritting her teeth. "I'm not going to pee. Its – I’m just hurt, Aerith. But if you keep distracting me, I might accidentally let it out," Tifa retorted. Their bickering was only making things worse. The monster seemed to sense their vulnerability and attacked them with renewed vigour. Tifa and Aerith were forced to dodge and weave, their bladders straining with every movement. The sadist monster noticed that wherever the duo jumped to, a trail of piss was left behind on the ground. It grinned cunningly and cast a spell called Omora and laughed at them in a demonic voice, “This spell of mine will teach you a good lesson as your bladders succumb to the immense pressure”. True to his words, within a few seconds, the girls cried in despair as their muscles gave out. They both grabbed their crotch in a last attempt to save their dignity, but alas, the flood was simply unstoppable. Piss gurgled out of their clasped palms and splattered everywhere. They were holding so much piss that their boots got filled up completely and even formed a huge puddle around. "Aerith, you did this to me! You distracted me!" Tifa accused, pointing a finger at her friend. "I did not! You were the one who had to drink a gallon of water before we left. YOU ARE WEAK" Aerith countered, screaming at the top of her lungs making it known to all the villagers. The battle was lost. The monster had defeated them, not with brute strength, but with a spell that exploited their bodily functions. Tifa and Aerith lay on the ground, defeated, and embarrassed. The monster stopped attacking the village and left them humiliated. "I can't believe I lost to a monster like this." Tifa said, tears of disgrace in her eyes. "I know. We were so close to winning, but your bladder let us down. Seeing you piss yourself; I too couldn’t hold it back.” Aerith said, trying to console her friend. As they made their way back to the village, Tifa and Aerith couldn't look the villagers in the eye even when they were rooting for them, for having the courage to pick up the fight with the monster. "Well, at least we know now that we need to go to the bathroom before a battle," Aerith again said, chuckling. "It’s a lesson learned, Tifa and I strongly believe you need to be stronger!” “Excuse me! What do you mean stronger?” You too pissed yourself out there Aerith, in spite of training so hard!” Tifa was furious. She had enough of the accusations. “I will prove to you that I am not who is weak. I will reach a point where I will hold it out and you will piss yourself embarrassingly” The embarrassing defeat shook the foundation of their friendship. Tifa and Aerith were determined to come back stronger and more prepared for their next battle. But more importantly, it had become personal for Tifa, and she was willing to go to any lengths to defeat Aerith. Fast Forward a few months - - - Tifa shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to alleviate the pressure on her bladder. She tried to distract herself by counting the money in the cash register, but it wasn't working. Her milky white thighs rubbed against each other. Heels clicked on the floor. As much as Tifa tried to deny it – she couldn’t. She needed to relieve herself – badly. It wasn’t devastatingly urgent yet, but she had to clench herself constantly to push the pressure back. It has become almost a daily routine for her to hold her pee while serving the customers but today she had a bladder-buster challenge with a few of her customers. Needless to say, she won it hands down. Her bladder though was unhappy with the extra beer. Aerith was there since afternoon, relaxing. From the corner of her eyes, she kept an eye on Tifa’s growing discomfort. Being an expert in reading body language, she immediately realized the reason behind her subtle squirming. It reminded of her own bladder pangs, but she chose to ignore it. "Hey, Tifa, what's wrong?" Aerith approached Tifa, with a smirk on her face. "Nothing, I'm fine," Tifa replied with a forced smile. Aerith raised an eyebrow, noticing Tifa's crossed legs. "You're not fine, Tifa. You need the little girl’s room, don’t you? Too much beer, I suppose?" She teased. Tifa glared at her, "Nothing I can’t manage. I just put off my bathroom breaks, all day." Aerith chuckled and walked over to the door of the bathroom, "Well, I guess it's a good thing I got here just in time to lock the bathroom door." Tifa's eyes widened with horror. She never imagined Aerith to be a sadist. "Aerith, don’t you dare!" Tifa protested, but it was too late. The bathroom door clicked shut, and Tifa was left standing there with disbelief. “Why would you do that?” "Tifa – you call yourself so strong. Always try to impress Cloud. But I guess - you should be able to hold your pee also, then." Aerith giggled. "Look at me, even I haven't peed since morning. But I am fine. It’s just been what – 15 hours" Tifa wouldn't back down from a challenge. She looked at the small bulge in her bladder and tried to recall whatever she chugged throughout the day. It was not much by her standards – 5 pints of beer, two litres of water and a few juices to battle the heat of the day. She shrugged to herself before hitting back Aerith with determination. "You haven't gone to the bathroom since morning too? Challenge accepted!" Tifa declared, with a competitive gleam in her eye. “I will show her what’s it means to be strong!” Aerith grinned mischievously, "Oh, it's on." “So, let’s set up some ground rules – we drink the same amount of liquid – And we will come up with challenge to break each other’s bladder in turns. Deal?” Tifa stated bluntly. Aerith nodded as if she had already won. “Good! Now since you’re so enthusiastic – let me invite you to drink my creation called “the Bahr” – It literally means ‘The Sea’ in Arabic and it is one of the strongest diuretics on the planet.” Aerith gulped in anticipation. “Tifa’s probably trying to screw with my mind. What could the drink possibly do which my bladder cannot handle!” But the game had just began. Tifa filled two giant sized jugs with beer and added vials of a shimmery liquid in each. “This should do the trick” Tifa nonchalantly mentioned to Aerith. “What can a jug of beer possibly do to my bottomless bladder!” Aerith laughed. “We will see” Tifa shrugged and put the jug to her lips, chugging down the beer. After a couple of minutes, they both slammed the jugs on the table. It was enough time for the Bahr to kick in. The girls immediately crossed their legs tightly. “What the hell is this!” Aerith exclaimed as she felt the pressure inside reach new heights. Her fists were clenched tight as her kidneys ferociously pumped pee into her bladder, more than what she anticipated. Tifa was no better, but she was used to drinking Bahr on days when she felt adventurous. And today was one such day when Aerith pulled the wrong string. It took quite some time for Aerith to get accustomed to the increased pressure. Her playful demeanour was replaced by a worried one. She brought her legs together, squeezing them tight. She clenched her jaws to fight back the sudden increase in pressure. Tifa couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Aerith's face contort in discomfort. The Bahr was starting to take effect, and it was clear that Aerith was struggling to hold back the sudden wave of desperation hitting the walls of her bladder. Tifa had a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she teased her friend, "Looks like someone's in trouble! Can't handle the Bahr?" Aerith shot Tifa a withering look, but the strain on her face betrayed the truth. "You didn't tell me it was going to be this intense," she gasped, trying to hold back the flow of pee that was threatening to escape. Tifa shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? You wanted to play the game, and I wanted to spice things up a bit. And it looks like I succeeded!" Aerith shot Tifa a death glare. "Oh shut up, Tifa. I'm doing just fine," she lied through gritted teeth. In reality, she was exasperated that just a little vial of Bahr wreaked havoc with her iron bladder. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find a more comfortable position. Tifa chuckled. "Sure, you are, Aerith. You're practically bouncing up and down like a little kid who needs to pee." "I do not!" Aerith protested, her face turning red with embarrassment. Tifa grinned. "Don't worry, Aerith. I won't judge you for having a weak bladder. Some people just aren't cut out for holding it like me." Aerith scowled. "I am not weak, Tifa. I can hold my pee just as well as you can. In fact, I want to make it more difficult. How about doing the dishes? “ Tifa raised an eyebrow, "Doing the dishes? How does that make it more difficult?" Aerith stood up and walked towards the sink, trying to look calm. "Simple. We'll do the dishes together. That way, we have to lean over and twist our bodies to reach everything, putting more pressure on our bladders. And to make it more interesting, we have to keep our legs apart all the time!" Tifa chuckled. "Alright, you're on. Let's see who can come out dry." As soon as they dipped their hands in water, their bladders spasmed, as if they were shouting at the girls for being so dumb. Tifa, shivered with the rising pressure inside her. Every time she leaned over the sink, she could feel her bladder pushing for release. But she didn't want to let Aerith see her weakness. She tried to act calm and collected, but her face betrayed her true feelings. The splashes of cold water in her midriff and her naked thighs only added to her woes. Aerith was struggling too, but she was hell bent to keep herself corked up. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the growing pain in her lower abdomen. She constantly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the pressure. The effect of Bahr was still strong on her. She hated the fact that every time she had to reach out to the faucet, she had to bend over squeezing her bladder against the platform. Tifa couldn't help but tease Aerith a little, hoping to get on her nerves. "You know, if you need to pee, you can just give up. I won't tell anyone." Aerith shot her a dirty look. "I'm not giving up, Tifa. I can hold it just as long as you can." She was annoyed that the game which she started seemed to slip away from her hands. Tifa grinned. "We'll see about that." They continued doing the dishes, each one trying to outdo the other without losing their balance or breaking any dishes. The pressure inside their bladders was becoming more pronounced, but neither one wanted to give up. They were determined to prove their strength. Around two long hours of struggle, they finished up, Tifa could barely stand upright. Aerith was in a similar state, her face twisted in pain. They both looked at each other, waiting to see who would give in first. But to their surprise, neither one did. They had both managed to hold their pee despite the strong pressure. Tifa grinned. "Looks like we have a tie, Aerith. I guess we'll have to do something else to break the deadlock." Aerith feared what was coming next, but it was the part of the deal. The holding competition would continue till one of them loses. “What do you suggest Tifa?” "Let's take it one notch higher. I am sure you can't beat this one. We'll play carrom. Every time we miss a shot we drink a glass of water." Tifa announced with a strain in her voice. Aerith's eyes widened. "Are you serious, Tifa?" "Am I flinching? " Tifa said sternly. "And I hope you will not back off, cause I am in the mood to push myself to my absolute limits.” Aerith was panicking inside, her heart racing. After 18 hours of holding and so many tortures already imposed on her bladder her determination seemed to waver. It was indeed a challenge which could burst her floodgates open. She gulped in nervousness. It was true that she loved a good challenge, but she also knew her limits. Could she really handle drinking that much water and holding her pee for even longer? But then her competitive spirit kicked in, and she nodded firmly. "Alright, Tifa. Let's do this. I'm ready for your challenge." Tifa grinned mischievously as Aerith nodded in agreement. She could tell that her friend was nervous, and that made her even more determined to win this round. The game started off slow, both of them taking their time with each shot, trying to outdo each other without making any mistakes. However, with a bladder sloshing around with so much piss inside, it was difficult to concentrate. As the game tension started to build. Shot after shot, they missed the hole. One glass turned to two , two to four and so on. Their stomach bulged with so much water inside. The weight of the water was pushing their bladder down and the kidneys worked in turbo mode to pump it into their severely strained bladders. The small of their back was hurting with the intensity. Aerith saw Tifa taking too long to strike. She was feeling a sense of satisfaction as she watched her friend squirm. "Having trouble, Tifa?" she teased, as she lined up her next shot. "Maybe you should have thought twice before about this challenge." Tifa clenched her jaws in frustration, trying her best to stay focused on the game. She knew that Aerith was just trying to get into her head, but it was working. Her bladder was screaming for relief, and she could feel the pee inching closer to her hole. As they played on, the stakes kept getting higher. They had already downed 14 glasses of water each, and their bladders were now at their absolute limits. But neither of them wanted to give up. They were both determined to win, no matter the cost. Aerith let out a small whimper as she missed another shot, and Tifa grinned triumphantly. "Looks like you're going to have to drink another glass, Aerith," she said, trying to hide her own discomfort. Aerith glared at her friend, but there was a hint of admiration in her eyes. "You're really good at this, Tifa," she said, as she reached for another glass of water. "But I promise I will not make it easy for you." And so, the game continued, each shot becoming more and more difficult as they struggled to hold onto their dignity and their full bladders. They were both sweating now, the room feeling like a sauna as they battled it out on the carrom board. Each gulp of water was like a boxer’s blow to their bladders. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tifa missed a shot. It was just a small mistake, but it was enough to give Aerith the opening she needed. She quickly sank her last few pieces, grinning triumphantly as Tifa let out a groan of defeat. "Looks like I win this round," Aerith said, trying to hide the relief in her voice. Tifa just smiled wearily. "Good job, Aerith," she said. "But too bad for you, my bladder has not given up yet. It’s your turn now to suggest the next challenge.” As they packed up the carrom board, they felt proud of their self-control. They were pushing themselves to the absolute limits, and each fiercely wanted to come out on top. Aerith knew that she still had a chance to win if she could throw a really tough un-maginable challenge in Tifa’s way. Aerith chuckled, "You really are something, Tifa. I never thought you would be able to hang for this long. Though it’s still very easy for me" Tifa mocked Aerith, feeling a sense of pride. "It's all about determination and self-control, Aerith. And I think you need to learn that better". Aerith hit back "Oh really? You're just lucky this time, Tifa. And if you want to prove me wrong, you better beat me at this." Tifa knew that she was treading dangerous waters now, given that her own bladder was at the verge of exploding. But she went on trying to act brave. “Go ahead, spit it out!” Aerith grinned mischievously as she laid down the challenge to Tifa. "I bet you to hold your pee overnight," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's apply tapes on our underwear so that we can't cheat and see who gives up first in the morning!" Tifa hesitated for a moment, knowing full well the torture her bladder had endured throughout the day. But she couldn't back down now. "You're on," she said, trying to sound confident. Both the girls applied the tape on their underwear, making sure there was no way they could cheat. The feeling of pressure on their bladders was already overwhelming, and they were absolutely frantic for a pee. They said their goodbyes, each heading home to face the ultimate test of bladder endurance. Tifa walked home with a sense of dread. With every step she felt her bladder slosh with piss. A strong ache plagued her bladder and lower back. It was like a ticking time bomb, and she knew it could explode at any moment. Once at home, all the pretence of maintaining composure was out of the window. She thought of quickly unbuttoning her tight miniskirt, the waistband of which cut into her bladder. But then her eyes fell on the tape. There was no way she could cheat. She kept murmuring to herself under the breath to encourage herself. Anything that could take her mind off the maddening pressure was tried by her. Be it music or TV or sketching. But nothing worked. It was simply impossible to focus on anything with a blob of piss trying to make its way out of her body. and watching TV, but every minute felt like an eternity. She couldn't focus on anything other than the intense need to pee. But as the night wore on, the pressure on Tifa's bladder became unbearable. She shifted uncomfortably on her couch, trying to find a position that would alleviate some of the pressure, but it was futile. Tifa had been holding for over 22 hours now, and her bladder felt like it was going to burst. "Why did I agree to this fucked up challenge?" she muttered to herself, nearly pulling her hair off. But then she remembered the battle of Omora and started with a new vigour. Meanwhile, at her own apartment, Aerith was battling with the very same thing. Every time she got up to walk around or do something, her bladder screamed for a release. Her eyes fell on the door of the bathroom. The mere thought of being so close to the toilet sent her into a frenzy. A sudden wave of piss hit her hard, and she collapsed on the floor. Her hand flew to her crotch, clawing her nails into her underwear. Her face was red as tomato with the strain of holding back the flood. increased. She was determined not to lose this challenge, but her bladder was pushing her to the limit. "Come on, Aerith, you can do this," she whispered to herself, trying to psych herself up. But as the hours ticked by, the pressure became more and more intense. Aerith couldn't concentrate on anything else, and she was starting to lose her mind. She couldn’t fathom how can the pressure keep on rising. At some point in time, it was supposed to plateau but no! It kept growing by the minute. The clock struck 7am, 28 hours separating them from their last piss. Tifa's alarm rang. It was time for her to check in on the challenge. She video-called Aerith on phone. Her heart sank when Aerith showed her underwear still dry and the tape intact. Tifa did the same. The competition was a tie yet again as they both were holding on strong. Following the call, they decided to gather at the bar again. The tension between them was palpable as they both tried to hide their discomfort. They were both exhausted, having spent the entire night battling against their bladders. They could put even the mightiest bladder on the planet to shame. The football sized bulge on their bladder was a testimony to 30 torturous hours of holding. Their kidneys worked in overtime and pushed in nearly 5 liters of piss in their bladders. "I hope you're ready to lose," Aerith said, trying to sound confident. The shaky voice gave her away though. Tifa tried to smirk in response. "Don't count me out yet," she said, hoping her voice didn't betray her desperation. As they took their seats at the bar, they looked at the obscene bulge on each other’s bladder. They tried to act as if they felt nothing. Reality was far from it. Their eyes were afloat with hot boiling piss, which was begging for relief for the last 31 hours now. Every passing minute, their agony increased by leaps and bounds. To their utter dismay, both of them were still dry. Except the wetness of sweat, underwear of both the girls were free from any piss stains. The competition was tied again. Neither of them wanted to give up, and neither of them wanted to be the first to break. They both shifted in their seats, trying to find a way to relieve some of the pressure without giving in. Just then Tifa groaned as a particularly strong wave hit her bladder walls. "Tifa – it seems you are b-bursting! I won’t judge you if you need to go," Aerith tried to mock Tifa but it sounded more like a plead so that she herself could go once Tifa accepts defeat. But the game was far from over. Tifa shook her head in disagreement even though she was sweating profusely. Instead of giving up she came up with yet another challenge which would prove to be the ultimate one. Her heart was racing as she spoke, “I will not pee – I can h-hold it still. In fact, I can defeat you in Twister even in such a condition”. Aerith raised her eyebrow in surprise, "Twister? Are you serious, Tifa? You can barely sit still, let alone play Twister!" she said, trying to mask her own discomfort. Tifa just shrugged, "I'm pretty confident my bladder can still take anything, unlike yours. “she said, hoping the game would take her mind off her painfully full bladder. Aerith hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Alright, let's do it. But be warned, I'm not holding back," she said, determination in her voice. As they began the game, it became clear that both of them were struggling to not only maintain their balance but also their dryness. Every few seconds, they would check the wetness of their underwear. Deep down, they knew that their bladders could burst any moment. Their movements were slow and cautious, each one trying to outdo the other without losing their footing. "Right foot, green!" Tifa announced, trying to focus on the game and not the discomfort between her legs. Aerith contorted her body, trying to reach the green circle without falling. "Left hand, yellow!" she countered, gritting her teeth as her bladder protested the sudden movement. Tifa winced as she stretched to reach the yellow circle, her bladder now screaming for release. "I'm not sure I can do this much longer," Tifa muttered under her breath. Aerith grinned, "I hope you're ready to lose," she said, trying to sound confident. Tifa just smirked in response. "Don't count me out yet," she said, hoping her voice didn't betray her desperation. As the game continued, both of them were getting more and more desperate. Every move was a struggle, every twist and turn a new test of endurance. But neither of them would give up, not when victory was so close. Rivulets of sweat flowed from their bodies drenching the mat below. It was not long before the mat turned so slippery that they started to lose balance. An hour passed since the game started. The way their bodies were entangled, it was simply impossible to exercise any control on their nether muscles. The only thing that stood between them and their relief was sheer will power and yes, breath control. Their faces had turned blue with the effort of holding their breath. Somehow it seemed the only way to keep the floodgates from opening. Anyone who placed their hand on the bulge of the bladder could have felt the heat of the piss inside. They were catastrophically desperate now. Suddenly, Aerith lost her balance. For a moment she was airborne and the next moment, she fell flat on her rock-hard bladder. THAT-WAS-IT. She curled on the sweaty mat shoving her hands in the crotch, holding on for her dear life. The force of the piss pounded her overworked muscles like a rolling boulder. She cried in pain trying to keep the lake of pee inside, but it was impossible. Her muscles were on fire it seemed. An inch thick stream of piss erupted from her pussy. The torrent was so strong that Tifa was about to fall down. The gusher spread afar, soaking the wooden floor below. A strong smell of piss filled the room as her steaming piss spread around in whatever gap and crevices came its way. Aerith’s face was scrunched up and fingers digging deep into her skin trying to somehow bring it to halt but in vain. She gasped, grabbed, and writhed herself to prevent any more damage but her body just didn’t comply with her. It was worse than the Omora spell. Pee worth gallons stored inside for over 33 hours finally escaped her iron control. Tifa looked at Aerith sympathetically but couldn't help feeling a sense of victory. She had won the ultimate bladder endurance challenge ever and was still containing her waters without a drop of leakage. "Thanks, Aerith – now you know who is strong enough!" Tifa said, still trying to hide her own discomfort. "But you were a good competitor and I respect that.” Aerith nodded embarrassed. “Let's get you cleaned up first, and then we can celebrate my victory with a few MORE glasses of water." "You aren't going to pee yet?" Aerith asked dumbfounded. "Nope! I love the feeling of being in control. I will continue to keep myself corked up! Tifa said proudly. Aerith just shook her head in disbelief, "I don't know how you do it, Tifa. I'm just glad this torture is over," she said, making her way to the restroom to clean up. As Tifa watched her friend go, Tifa’s legs wobbled. Her pussy was on fire and her insides felt as if it was chained to an ever-expanding ball of water. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride after proving that she had what it took to hold her pee for as long as she wanted. Tifa won finally and the feeling was just so addictive! - - - The End - - -
Desperate Doctors and Nurses Doctor Eva: Nurse Amy: Nurse Adele: Nurse Emily: Nurse Kim: Nurses Never Need It The media was flooded with the news of an epidemic in the city of Aquina. Nobody knew where the virus originated from, but it certainly was a funny yet serious concern for the society. The virus was named as Pissera as it was making people incontinent by overhydrating their bodies and weakening their control at the same time. The streets were filled with people rushing to find the nearest bathroom. The city’s once-bustling businesses were now empty and deserted. The stench of urine filled the air, and people were starting to lose hope. Each toilet had become a breeding ground for the virus. As the situation grew worse, the World Health Association (WHA) stepped in to take control. They dispatched a team of medical professionals to Aquina to investigate the cause of the epidemic and find a cure. The team included Doctor Eva from Czech and 4 of the strongest nurses from around the world - Emily from Netherlands, Amy from Australia, Kim from Brazil & Adele from the USA. The nurses, in particular, were supposed to be at the forefront of the battle against the epidemic, tasked with collecting urine specimens from patients and analyzing them in the lab. Before they were recruited for Aquina, they would deal with so many patients in the day and ignore the urgent nature’s call. The entire gang were nominated by their countries especially for this special ability of theirs. abilities to withstand long hours of work without any trip to the bathroom. In the nurses’ community, if one can hold his/her pee it was a tremendous achievement. This group was renowned for not using any hospital bathrooms throughout their careers despite having to handle double shifts on a regular basis and maintaining on aura of strength around them. As much as they were experts at holding it for long durations, they did like to pee once in a while. It was not a demand but more of a sweet reward they gave to themselves after holding it all day. The gushers would be loud and long and nearly orgasmic. But here at Aquina, the nurses were asked to stay in residential quarters which had only one bathroom. This posed a great challenge for all of them as they didn’t like to be seen going to the bathroom for such silly bodily needs. In fact, they all used to make fun of other staff who used to take bathroom breaks. Thus, in the residential quarters, simply rushing to the bathroom after a long day at work was NOT-AN-OPTION for them. The first day of work was not so difficult but from the 2nd day of work, the girls could barely keep still. They had not taken a full pee for over a day. The taut bulges under those tight uniforms told their story . When Dr. Eva asked them whether they needed to relieve themselves, she was returned with all sorts of answers, mostly which were to impress her. “Me, needing the bathroom! Never!” Said Amy. “Fucking no! This bladder has no limits!” Adele was overconfident. “I set the rules for my bladder. If I say no, my bladder will hold it in” Emily responded. “Nope Doctor. I cannot function normally unless my bladder is tearing apart with pressure!” Kim exclaimed. But truth be told, despite their tall claims, Adele, Emily and Amy were having second thoughts about how long they can keep up with their act. Those tiny uniforms were not designed keeping in mind a nurse’s bladder and eventually show that would be bulging obscenely. Aquina was pushing them to their limits, daily. With so many close calls and being ridiculed by each other, their days ahead were going to be very challenging. Kim and Eva thought otherwise. Adele started using panty liners for those moments when her bladder simply won’t stop leaking. Amy bought sponge bars to take just the edge of her bladder when the pressure became too much. Emily brought some indoor plants and partially relieved herself in the pots at the exact same time, twice every day. Kim simply forced herself to hold it till she found some privacy – which was far and few. And to her dismay, every time she sneaked into the bathroom one or the other nurse would catch her and start mocking her for having a pea sized bladder. “One day I will teach YALL a lesson on holding!” And no one knew what Eva did to manage her pressure, since no one ever heard a flush sound coming from her priavet bathroom. In other words, since the group arrived in Aquina, they had never fully emptied themselves. As much as they hated the constant discomfort and grossness, it became a matter of pride for them to keep the bathroom unused. They were willing go to any lengths to keep up with the façade of being under control, until one fateful day. Scene 1: The announcement The nurses were about to start their day when Eva hobbled in the empty hospital corridors. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout. The nurses, Emily, Kim, Adele, and Amy were all gathered around the nurses' station. The group had a long day at work and their bladders were not fully relieved. A constant dull ache plagued their bellies. Adele had run out of panty liners the previous night. The pleasure of finally letting go was so intense that she couldn’t bring herself to stop till all her stock for depleted. Fortunately for her, the pressure was still manageable in the morning. Amy had a habit of waiting, even when she could actually take a pee. It finally caught up with her. The previous night she barely made it to the quarter dry and one she was in privacy, she simply failed to stop her gusher. The sponge started overflowing. It could only contain so much. She somehow managed to fall asleep only to be woken by an alarmingly full bladder. She attempted to dry off the sponge, but it remained soaked. She couldn’t get her much needed morning relief and cursed herself for being so careless. She determined herself to get some additional sponge from the hospital today. Emily was no better. Her bladder begged for its scheduled relief but there was nowhere to go. She had released so much into the potted plants last night that the soil was still drenched. Clearly her lack of self-control proved to be costly in the morning. Her potted plants had still not absorbed the gusher from the previous night. Kim’s bladder was hard as steel. Unlike the rest of the girls she had no secret tricks of relieving herself in private. She didn’t mind the excruciating discomfort though. She was so confident about her ability to hold even though her face had turned red with the efforts of keeping her filthy liquids contained. Every time she moved her boiling piss rushed to her pee hole. The girls were in the living room in the morning which left her no chance to sneak into the common bathroom. She sighed at that but didn’t mind it the pressure though. She had spent her entire childhood holding it and it was her favourite sport. The rest of the girls were jealous of her and every time she would sneak into the common bathroom for a long awaited partial relief, they would roast her. Back to the situation, showing weakness was not an option. Eva was pretty strict with them about their bathroom habits. To act strong in front of each other and Eva, they sipped on their cups of coffee, while chatting about the latest gossip in town. Suddenly, the door to the doctor's office swung open, and Dr. Eva stepped in, looking grave and serious. "Attention everyone," she said in a solemn voice. "I have some news that I'm afraid is not going to be easy to hear." The nurses stopped chatting and turned their attention towards the doctor, wondering what was going on. "I'm afraid we have a new strain of the virus," Dr. Eva continued. "And the only way to minimize the risk of infection is by holding pee, at least for 2 full days. There is nowhere safe to pee as you would normally do." The room fell silent for a moment, as the nurses looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Their bladders were already throbbing with pressure and tiredness and now this! "Like literally pee in once every two days, you mean?" Kim asked with a grin on her face. "Its not a joke Kim" Dr. Eva was annoyed. "One needs to build and sustain enough pressure in their bladders for at least 2 days to fight off the virus. You cannot dehydrate or take partial pees or anything. By peeing only once or lesser in every two days, we can overcome the incubation period of the virus and reduce the chances of infection” The nurses all nodded, trying to act normally. “So what I need you all to do is to talk to all the patients and ask them to hold it for two days or longer between each pee. And parallelly, please continue to collect urine samples just in case we land up with some other break through.” Doctor Eva then went to her cabin, and watched the nurses closely through the CCTV camera, observing their every move. She could tell that each one of the nurses was pretending to act normally but in reality, they were all holding it in. It was a critical moment in the fight against the virus, and she was grateful to have such an incredible team by her side. She fought her own intense urge to pee, rooting for the nurses, who were managing to carry out their responsibilities flawlessly, despite fighting the increasing discomfort of their bladders. On the other hand, Adele had mixed feelings about the situation. She had always prided herself on her ability to hold it in, but the thought of peeing only once every two days sent a shiver down her spine. On top of that she wouldn’t even be able to use her panty liners. She took a deep breath and secretly put on a tight latex bodysuit underneath her tiny nurse uniform. It felt restricting, but it was the only way she could force herself to hold it. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, “I can’t wait to see their looks when they will find out about my intelligent idea of wearing an outfit which makes it impossible to pee.” She had to make sure that she could hold it in for the full two days, no matter what. The only problem was that the bodysuit was a little too tight for comfort. “Oh no,” she thought to herself, “this could be a problem.” But she was determined to make it work, and so she started taking small, careful steps, hoping to keep the pressure to a minimum. "I can do this,” she whispered to herself, with a determination om her face. Amy could hardly contain her excitement as she thought about the challenge ahead. Her competitive nature had kicked in. Holding her pee had always been a source of secret pride for her, but now she could finally show off her skills. “Holding it for two whole days – hmmm, I guess the sponge not getting dry was a sign from the universe to hold it longer.” As she went about her day, Amy drank measured amounts of water, purposely trying to stay hydrated and yet as full as possible. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she clenched her muscles and took deep breaths, determined not to give in to the temptation. She couldn’t wait to see what the other nurses had up their sleeves. Emily was nervous that she would have to break her habit of relieving herself in her potted plants, twice a day. She felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she contemplated the task ahead. She had always prided herself on being disciplined and having control over her body, but holding her pee for two days, every time? It seemed impossible. Yet, the gravity of the situation was not lost on her. The thought of being the one to make a difference in the world, to contribute in some small way to the defeat of the virus, was too powerful to ignore. With a deep breath, she made up her mind to push past her habits and become the hero that humanity needed. She started to strategize her approach, wondering how much water she would need to drink to be able to hold it as long as possible. Kim, on the other hand thought to herself “Its nothing that I cannot control! I will show these bitches what it means to have an iron bladder!” She did the unthinkable decided to take things up a notch and began to drink diuretics to increase the pressure. She was secretly excited about the challenge and couldn't wait to see how far she could push herself. She grinned to herself as she quickly mixed up a cocktail of diuretics in her water bottle, which she stole from the med counter. She had always loved holding her pee for as long as possible, and this challenge was right up her alley. As she took a long sip of the water, she could feel her bladder throb in protest. She didn’t even pee in the morning. The game was risky but she loved the discomfort and rush of needing to pee. She was determined to be the last one standing in this challenge, and teach the rest of the girls a fitting lesson. As she went about her work, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. A few hours later, Doctor Eva again got back to the screen, rocking back & forth in her seat. She saw the nurses subtly squirming and managing their daily activities. But what she didn’t like was the fact that the nurses hardly drank any water ever since the announcement. She got on the mic… “Just so that you remember girls, not drinking water is not a solution to beat the virus. I need you all to stick to the universal drinking plan – RIGHT NOW!” The nurses were caught off guard. Except Kim, the rest of them wanted to spread out their intake but alas! They all waddled to the pantry and started chugging water, trying to act all strong and confident. Within a matter of minutes, another litre was down their throats. Their bladders violently protested this sudden unwarranted inflow of water. Scene 2: Hour Six: Bladder Measuring Machine Kim was huffing and puffing. The diuretics and the additional stream of water raided her overworked bladder. “No no no! This can’t be good. Why is this getting so difficult! ” Her attempts to distract herself were starting to fail. “I must find out how much is exactly inside, so that I will know whether the pressure is real or is it just my mind messing with me!” Kim’s mind kept going back to the ultra-sound machine she had seen earlier in the lab. Finally, when no one was around, she snuck off to the lab and quietly checked the volume of her bladder. To her shock, the machine registered that she was already at 90% capacity – 3000ml – 16 hours. Kim started to panic. She had no idea how she was going to last for another day and a half. She cursed herself for consuming such strong diuretics. As Kim came out, Adele caught her. She inquired Kim about her sudden visit to the ultra-sound lab. Kim tried to come up with some excuse but failed to stop Adele. Her eyes twinkled with excitement to see the machine. It was always her dream to measure her bladder and without giving a second though she put the sensors on her bladder bulge. She had always wanted to measure her bladder capacity, and now was her chance. Without giving it a second thought, she quickly put the sensors on her bladder bulge and eagerly awaited the results. Adele couldn't help but imagine herself breaking the world record for the maximum volume inside a bladder. Her mind raced with ideas of how she would celebrate her victory, including a parade in her honour and a medal presentation ceremony. Finally, the machine beeped, and the results appeared on the screen. Adele's heart sank as she saw that her bladder was only at 50% – a meagre 1400ml – 6 hours. She couldn't believe it! She had been holding it in for hours, and it felt like there was a lot inside her bladder. Feeling disappointed and a little embarrassed, Adele quickly left the lab and went back to her duties as a nurse. As she walked through the halls, she couldn't help but wonder how the other nurses were faring in their attempts to hold their pee. She knew one thing for sure, though – she was not going to let this defeat her. “If I’m only at 50% now, it means I can actually go up to a whopping 2800ml.” That thought alone left her salivating. She would keep trying and pushing herself to be the best pee holder she could be. “Where were you guys up to? A few patients need help.” Emily squirmed. It was clear that counselling the patients about holding, collecting urine samples, and listening to the sound of the flush was not exactly an easy task when your bladder is crying for relief. She had never been one to take her bathroom breaks lightly - always made it a point to relieve herself in her pots, exactly the same time every day, without fail. But today was different. Today onwards she could only pee only once every two days. Kim tried to stop Adele from talking about the bladder measuring ultrasound machine, but she simply ignored Kim and spilled the beans to Emily. “Kim, you don’t get to tell me what to do!” Emily at once ran to the empty ultrasound room at once. Her heart raced with anticipation. She had never seen anything like it before, and the prospect of measuring her bladder fullness was both exciting and terrifying. With shaking hands, she placed the sensors on her bulging bladder and waited anxiously for the results. When they finally appeared on the screen, her jaw dropped in shock. "70% - 2100ml – 6 hours" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How is that even possible?! How the fuck am I going to last for two whole days?” Kim and Adele watched Emily curse herself. “Come on, Emily! Don’t feel bad. You’re holding quite a full bladder. Though its nowhere close to my capacity.” Adele mocked her. Truth be told each nurse wanted to know how each of one of them were holding up, perhaps except Kim. “O really Adele? You still think you can beat my tank?” Kim interrupted “Y’all make my fun when I try to use the toilet… now you know how it feels to be at limits.” What followed thereafter was a heated argument. Each one was determined to prove the rest about their prowess. Scene 3: Hour Ten: Amy’s Masterplan Amy was shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “If this drinking regime, continues for a few more hours, I am literally going to pee myself”, she thought to herself, giving a quick squeeze to her crotch. “I must devise a plan and make sure that the other three lose their loads before I do.” Just then Amy happened to overhear the argument of Kim, Emily and Adele coming from the ultra-sound room. A devilish plot occurred to her, and Amy sneaked into the medical counter. She looked from one side to the other and quietly stole tablets called “Openthra”. Her heart was racing as she poured them in the coffee machine mixer. “These pills will wreak havoc on their bladder with a tsunami of pee and destroy their control!”, she greedily laughed. An hour later, during the break time, all the trio arrived at the nurse station and poured themselves tall mugs of coffee, giving each other a knowing look. The atmosphere was tense and soon the mugs were empty. Kim, Emily and Adele had no clue what just happened with them. Amy couldn't help but grin as her plan was put to motion. She made her way to the ultrasound machine and put the sensors on her bladder bulge. As the numbers flashed on the screen, Amy's eyes widened in shock. It read 75% capacity – 2700ml – 10 hours. She nearly jumped with glee, only to stop within a second, when her bladder angrily protested. Her bladder was uncomfortably full but still under her control. Thankfully for her, her cunning plan put her on fast track to win the competition. For the first time she felt that she could survive without using the sponge. Back at the nurse station, Kim, and Adele were catastrophically desperate now. Their muscles were quivering. Hot frothing piss was pushing down their urethral opening like an overflowing dam. There was something wrong they sensed and went to Dr. Eva. “Help us” they wept to Eva, who herself was in a dire situation. The moment was tense and Eva, who herself was visibly shaking, hinted the girls to follow her to the ultrasound room. The machine there still had the Amy’s stats on the screen, which they were surprised to see. One by one they all used the machine and recorded the stats on a piece of paper. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Kim 95% 3200 20 Amy 75% 2700 10 Adele 85% 2400 10 Emily 80% 2400 10 Eva 90% 2700 22 “How is it possible?!” Eva was perplexed looking at the various charts in the machine. “Our bladders have filled in so rapidly in just the past few hours and yet its only Amy who is below 80%. Strange!” “Wh-what is it doctor? We are so close to wet ourselves here!” Emily was strained. “Is it the virus, doc?” Kim asked with teary eyes. “N-No! Its not the virus. It does not act so fast. Things like this only happen if we consume a very strong diuretic” Eva couldn’t stand still. “Did you all drink anything in the past hour or so?” “Coffee” They all said in a chorus. “Me too!” Eva quickly got her mobile and scrolled through the CCTV footage of the coffee machine. And BAM! “Amy – Amy mixed something in the coffee machine mixer!” “What the fuck! Should we confront her? This is cheating!” Emily yelled. Her voice shaky. “Y’all wanna do it – Go ahead!” Kim tried to straighten up. “I am not going to give that bitch Amy any satisfaction about giving me a tough time.” “I think she is right!” Eva nodded. She instructed Kim, Adele and Emily to keep mum. Instead, she encouraged them to fight their needs and cork it in like TRUE NURSES! All the girls including Eva had never felt such an intense need to pee. Feeling the sensation of their bladders growing was weird, funny, arousing – all at the same time. Scene 4: Hour Twelve: Bombarding with Beer It was 8 in the evening and the last patient just left from the hospital. The nurses and Eva gathered at the nurse station. The bulge in each one’s bladder strained their already tight uniforms to its limits. The zip, the buttons, the seams – all were fighting to keep their swollen organ covered. “Long day girls, isn’t it?” Eva started. “Yeah! Long but easy!” Kim patted her bladder vigorously, sending shockwaves through her body. She suppressed it merely by gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles with all her might. “I agree!” Adele added, uncrossing her legs. She was followed by Emily who poured herself a tall glass of milkshake from the same machine. Amy raised her brows. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. How are they still so calm, by this time they should have formed a puddle under their feet.” All the 4 girls acted bravely as if nothing happened to them, while in reality they were hanging by a thread. Their bladders were near their capacity already and not even one day had passed. “I hope you all are doing fine with the new rule of peeing only once every 2 days!” Eva announced trying to force a smile. Her face red with the efforts. “Amy – you look concerned – what happened?” Amy realized that all the eyes were on her. “Are you all right? Please tell me you don’t need to pee yet.” “Oh no! Not at all!” Amy was blushing furiously. Eva, however, had a different idea of punishing Amy. "You know what we should do? We should go beer hopping. Push ourselves to our absolute limits." Amy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Eva? You might not be able to handle it." Eva grinned. "Oh, I can handle it my dear. Can you?" Adele cleared her throat, trying to sound confident. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm still holding strong." Emily nodded in agreement. "Me too. I'm not going to let my bladder win." Kim shifted in her seat, her face turning red. "I can hold it. No problem." “Great! Lets get going. The bills on me!” Eva announced. Her bladder nearly erupting the flood in her tight undies. “It might not be the best idea at this moment” Amy tried to protest again. “Jeez! Aquina is the Beer capital of the world, and we haven’t taken a single night off. THIS IS AN ORDER!” Eva glared at all. Kim literally pulled Amy out of her seat, and they all began. The girls had squeezed themselves into the tightest of sexy club dresses and highest of heels, before starting the trip. The next few hours were an epitome of glamour and peak of bladder torture - combined. People were envious of the gang, who were chugging pints after pints without a care in the world. Others around them were either pissing themselves or making a beeline for the bathrooms. From each pub to the next the amount of beer entering their bladders kept on rising. With seemingly last reserves of their strength the girls steeled themselves to strut around. Amy who was struggling to keep up with the pace of the girls failed to understand how the town was not flooded with their piss yet. With sweaty bodies, gritted teeth, and cramping muscles they spent the evening hopping from pub to pub. drinking pint after pint of beer. Eva, known for her love of beer, was the 2nd most desperate of the group. She had a habit of drinking multiple pints of beer and holding her pee for the entire night. This time was different, though. She had been fighting with tooth and nail to avoid peeing ever since she was deputed to Aquina. Her bladder was over-worked, and sphincter was weakening by the minute thanks to the diuretics and her greed for chilled beer. Every sip of beer was followed by an intense spasm and a minute of clenching herself to not allow a drop of relief. She was determined to keep up with the girls and show that she was their true leader who practices what she preaches, especially to Amy. As they hopped from one pub to another, Eva’s desperation had reached levels which she had never experienced before. She tried to distract herself with conversation and laughter, but her mind kept wandering back to her bladder. Every muscle below her hips were burning as if she was doing a high intensity training. She lost count of the number of pints she was downing to keep up with the girls. She too had her limits and as they moved from one pub to the next, Eva’s body started to betray her. She started squirming in her seat, crossing, and uncrossing her legs, and shifting from side to side. Emily noticed her discomfort and whispered to her, “Are you okay, Eva?” Eva quickly replied, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just enjoying myself.” She flicked her hair behind her hair with a trembling hand. Her body unable to stop rocking back and forth. “Gosh! My bladder is surely going to explode inside me today!” she could feel her bladder on the verge of giving in, but she still refused to be the first one to break. The others could see the struggle written all over her face. Emily didn’t believe Eva, but she didn’t push the issue. She was in the same boat as Eva, after all. After Amy's heinous act of spiking her drinks with diuretics, Emily’s bladder felt as though it was being filled like a balloon stuck against an open tap. With a strained expression, she tried to appear nonchalant by keeping her hands rested firmly on the table. However, the tension in her tightly crossed thighs could have easily cracked a walnut. With gritted teeth, she silently repeated to herself, "Hold it - Hold it - Hold it." She was determined not to give Amy the satisfaction of breaking her first. As the group stumbled from pub to pub, she found herself taking short halting steps as she fought the urge to pee. Her competitive nature refused to allow her to be the first to cave and admit her need to pee. She prided herself on being a self-disciplinarian, always striving to prove herself as the best at everything. So, despite the strong frantic signals from her bladder, she kept her lips tightly sealed and struggled to maintain her composure. Every muscle in her body screamed out for release, but she held firm, determined to prove her mettle, and come out on top. Adele’s boobs were popping out of the tiny cups of her latex bodysuit, but she paid no heed to it. For her, all that mattered was to not pee herself, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Her bladder was screaming for relief, and she could feel pee rushing to her pee hole with more and more force after every gulp of beer. Her tight latex bodysuit was squeezing her bladder to an inch of its life and her 6” heels didn’t exactly make her life any easier. Each step sent tremors of pain to her bladder. As they walked from pub to pub, Adele was feeling more and more frantic for a pee, but she didn’t let that show on her face. She walked with small, tentative steps and crossed her legs as much as possible. Every time they entered a new pub, her eyes automatically fell on the sign of the toilets. She bit her lips and imagined how blissful it would feel to let go of a few drops. But instead, all she kept doing was “Get me one more pint!” Kim was dying a thousand deaths every second. She minced with pain as she downed 9th pint of beer. The ribs of her corset were bent outwards. Her bladder simply refused to stay confined anymore and demanded more room. “Just co-operate you spoilt brat!” She cursed her bladder for not letting her enjoy the beers. She clenched herself harder and decided to punish her bladder for not obeying her command to hold her piss. “So, what if I had a double dose of diuretic – you still need to hold it in till I say otherwise.” With every ounce of her core strength, she uncrossed her legs, straightened up and brough her hand back onto the table. The words which came out of her mouth shocked everyone, “One beer tower for me!” That statement alone was enough to prove to all the girls around the table that Kim meant business. The next half an hour the girls watched Kim down the entire tower herself without a single whimper of discomfort. The vein of her forehead could pop any time, such was the intensity of the strain Kim was subjecting herself to. Her bladder swelled by the minute breaking the buckle on her corset sending it flying across the room. “WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THAT BEER GOING!” Amy exclaimed in frustration. “To my bladder where it will stay as long as I want.” Kim said coldly as if challenging Amy to do the same. “I don’t believe you – I don’t believe any of you” Amy’s voice was shaking in desperation. “How are you still holding it? You should have peed hours ago.” She couldn’t pretend to be comfortable anymore and her hands flew down to her crotch. The rest of the girls looked at each other knowingly. “And why would you say that?” Adele questioned. “Do you think we are not strong enough to hold?” “Or you are ashamed that you are unable to contain just a few cans of beer when we are clearly drinking way more than you can catch up?” Emily was fuming. “I . .” “Answer the damn thing!” Eva pounded the table with her fist. “I poured an entire bottle of Openthra diuretics in the coffee machine! You all have peed secretly sometime when I must not have been there!” Amy immediately covered her mouth, realizing what she blurted out. “There we go!” Kim added, trying to keep her voice stable. “You just put the fate of Aquina out of the window for your petty – selfish gains! And yet look at us girls, despite knowing that you cheated on us, we kept on with the drama that none of us knew. We downed nearly a drum of beer each throughout the evening and yet not a drop has escaped! Your puny diuretics are not strong enough to thwart us from saving Aquina. That’s the power of a TRUE NURSE!” Eva angrily said. “If you have any saving grace or shame – you may leave or you may tank up on these Openthra pills show up at the hospital tomorrow without any relief if you can!” Soon after the nurses left the pub leaving Amy behind. She felt humiliated. Her selfishness proved costly to her. Scene 5: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Eva Eva returned to her quarters after the dramatic evening of pub hopping. Her bladder was full to the brim, but using the bathroom was out of option. Not only could she risk catching the virus, but it would defeat the whole purpose of the show-down with Amy. Eva silently slipped out of her sweaty clothes and entered into her bed. She hoped that lying down would release some of the pressure, but the opposite happened. She yelped in pain as her bladder shot a nasty spasm trying to force out all the beer piss from her body. However, the moment she lay down, the pressure intensified, and she knew that she had to hold it in for the entire night. She bit her pillow in sheer despair and shoved her hands in her bladder. Eva tried to focus her thoughts on anything but her bladder, but it was impossible. Her bladder had trapped. The AC in her room was on full blast and the door of her bathroom was open. Unlike the nurses, doctors had their own private quarter with an attached bathroom. The way she lied on the bed, the white porcelain bowl was right in front of her eyes. “God! Help me! If I move I will wet myself!” Eva suffered in silence forcing herself to endure the night looking at the toilet, freezing herself under the AC. Eva started to mumble to herself, trying to keep her spirits up. “You can do this, Eva. You’re a strong girl. You can hold it in. You’re not going to give up.” She repeated this mantra over and over again, trying to motivate herself to keep going. Scene 6: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Kim Kim was clawing the walls in desperation. As soon as she stumbled into her room, all her pretence of being normal was gone. Her heels came off and she tore away the remainder of her ribbed corset and her clingy rubber dress. She moaned in pain and her breathing became erratic when she looked at her grotesquely bulging bladder. Right from the apex of her navel till the crotch, the bulge protruded for a good few inches. Others would call her crazy but there was no other girl in the world who could come close to her when it came to her addiction to holding. “With all that beer I am sure my body will dehydrate.” Kim thought to herself. Before her body could prepare she waddled to the kitchen and downed half a gallon of water without any thoughts. What came next, nearly knocked her out. This additional water hit her bladder like a freight train, forcing herself to nearly squat down. She pursed her lips and held her breath immediately to avoid the imminent flooding. She was curled on the floor for the longest time. Her bladder refused to stop spasming and cramping but Kim was resolute. At one point in time, she practically crawled to her bed. The minutes turned into hours, and the pressure in her bladder continued to worsen. Her lower belly, back and legs all were hurting. Kim was now beyond frantic, and she felt like she was going to burst. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, reaching for her phone. She opened the group chat and typed, “I think I’m going to lose it.” But right before she hit send she paused. That one message could destroy her entire reputation. She had not come this far only to accept defeat “What was I thinking! How could I even. .” Kim was furious on her inability to stay composed. With a swift motion she turned and slammed her bladder against the bed. She was feeling frustrated and angry at herself for allowing her bladder to take control “I – MUST NOT - - -PEEEEE” Kim’s eyes welled up with the pain, but it was decided that to teach her bladder a lesson she would sleep on her belly for the rest of the night. “Strong nurses don’t pee! Strong nurses don’t pee” She kept chanting the mantra. Scene 7: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Emily and Adele Emily and Adele stumbled into their apartment, giggling uncontrollably. Their bladders were stretched to the limit, and they both knew that they were on the verge of losing control. The bathroom was so close, yet so far away. They both hesitated, knowing that once they let go, they would never be able to stop. Emily leaned against the wall; her eyes squeezed shut. She groaned as another wave of pressure hit her. "Oh god, Adele," she muttered. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Adele clutched her stomach and laughed nervously. "I know, Em. Me too. But we have to. We can't give up now. We've held it all day, we must hold it. It’s just a matter of one more day." Emily nodded, her hands shaking as she clutched her crotch. "You're right. We've come this far. We can't let Amy win. We can’t let that virus win." Adele's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of Amy's name. "That little cheat," she growled. "I can't believe she spiked our drinks like that." Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I’m glad that we all put her to place. For now, we need to focus on holding it." The two girls stumbled towards the couch and collapsed onto it, their legs crossed like a pretzel. Their bodies shuddered and within a blink of an eye the pressure started to build up again. Their bladder needed room to expand, which was virtually not available in their petite frames. Emily squirmed on the couch, her thighs trembling. "Oh god, Adele, I don’t want to pee. Please help me!" Adele patted her Emily’s shoulder sympathetically. "I know, Em. Me too. But we can't give up now. We're in this together." Little did the girls realize that unknowingly the pressure in their bladders turned them into friends from foes. Emily nodded; her teeth clenched. "Right. Together. We can do this." A new pack of panty liners which arrived from delivery and the potted plant were right in front of their eyes. Their secret tool to relief was – RIGHT THERE! “You know! All this time in Aquina, I have never ever fully emptied my bladder. I had a secret method to take the edge off my bladder!” Emily whispered. Her legs were shaking, and body drenched in sweat. Adele could feel her heartbeat rising. It was like they show in the movies, where a hero knows she is about to die, and they divulge their deepest secret to her friend. “No! I don’t want to listen to it.” “My body simply can’t contain any more. It – I want to hold it but” Emily pulled her tight skirt down to reveal a coin sized spot on her tight undies. Adele contorted her face merely looking at it. “Please – don’t” Adele’s hands suddenly flew down to her crotch. She hid her face in shame and suddenly started groaning. “No no no!” The next moment a drop of pee escaped from her vagina. But unlike Emily, it didn’t show up as a wet spot thanks to the latex bodysuit she wore underneath. “I am so tempted to ease myself in that pot of plant” Emily wept. “But we can’t – We must not.” Adele said clutching the pack of panty liners. Both of them were using all their strengths to hold the piss inside but just then the alarm rang on Emily’s phone startling the duo. It was so abrupt that they both lost a few more spurts of pee in their tight underwears. Scene 8: The Finale The morning was excruciating. Emily & Adele were just a breath or two away from a full blow accident. Eva woke up with bloodshot eyes and Kim’s whole body seemed to be on pins and needles. The group had subjected their bladders to impossible tortures. That they were still dry was a miracle in itself. Being in this profession they had learnt to put their bodily needs to the backburner but today it seemed impossible to even breath without risking a full blown accident. Eva, Adele, Emily and Kim stumbled through the hospital doors, their faces twisted with pain and desperation. Their bladders were swollen beyond belief, and they could hardly move without whimpering. Each of them had been holding it for over 24 hours, and the amount of pee they all had corked up was unbelievable. Their uniforms threatened were stretched to the seams. But they were determined not to give in and pee before at least another 24 hours. As they made their way to the waiting room, they were surprised to see Amy sitting there, looking guilty and anxious. Eva approached her with a scowl, her eyes blazing with fury. "I hope you downed all the Openthra, Amy?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy hung her head in shame, "I'm so sorry, guys," she whimpered. "But right now - I - I am bursting just like you all. I too consumed Openthra pills just like you guys asked." The other girls were taken aback by Amy's confession. It was a surprise to them that Amy had put herself through the same ordeal. But their competitive spirits were still strong, and they wanted to prove who was the strongest among them. Adele, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "I don't care who did what, but I know that I can hold it better than any of you," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "I've been holding it for so long now, and I'm not about to give up now." Emily snorted. "Please, Adele, we all know that I can hold it the longest," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I've been training for this my whole life, and I'm not about to let you beat me now." Their drama was just so good and they cleverly tried to divert their attention away from their little secret of leaking earlier. Kim rolled her eyes. "You guys are ridiculous," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm pretty sure that I can hold it longer than both of you combined. And why should we believe Amy anyway?" Eva grinned, her competitive spirit igniting. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's measure how much each of us are actually holding. That will tell us all if Amy is telling the truth or not. Follow me to the ultra-sound room.” The girls followed Eva to the hospital's ultra-sound room, their steps slow and hesitant. They were all at their breaking point, and the thought of measuring their bladder capacities was daunting. But they were determined to see who was the strongest among them. As they approached the machine, Eva gave them each a sly grin. "Alright ladies, let's see who's been holding it in the most" she said, her voice laced with excitement. One by one, they stepped up to the machine and pressed the button, wincing as it tried to measure their bladder capacity. However, to their utter dismay, the machine failed to read. Apparently the girls bladder contained so much pee that it crossed the threshold of the machine. The girls looked at each other in disbelief in annoyance. They couldn't believe they had reached such a point of desperation that the machine could break down. Adele spoke up, her voice shaky with desperation. "What do we do now? How do we know if Amy is not lying?" she said, her eyes pleading with the others for a solution. Emily's face was twisted with pain, but she refused to give up. "We'll just have to find another way to measure who's holding it the longest," she said, her voice strained. They gave each other a knowing look. Since their seals got broken earlier in the morning their bladder was in overdrive to push out the liters of piss contained within. "I have an idea! We have a few prototypes ultra-sound belts in the hospitals, which when tied around the waist can measure all our bladders. The only problem being it emits strong pulse waves which can be a bit ‘Uncomfortable’ at times.” Eva forced a smile on her face. Kim, “Bring it on! My bladder can take anything. I can’t wait to find out how much is there inside me!” Eva waddled to the storage room to fetch the prototype ultrasound belts, while the other girls waited anxiously. They all were fighting a losing battle against their overworked bladders. When Eva returned, she handed each of them a belt and helped them strap it around their waist. All they had to do then was press a button and the belt would automatically grip itself around. As soon as they pressed the button, the belts started vibrating, with a typical buzzing sound. With each passing second the belts became more and more constrictive. It could put Victorian tight-laced corset to shame. The girls winced with pain when the tightening stopped. All of them were nearly squatting down on the floor with legs double crossed. But that was not all. A green light suddenly came up on the belt and all hell broke loose. “DOOOM – DOOOM – DOOOM” Gigantic pulse waves started coming from the belt hitting right at the apex of their swollen, sensitive bladders. Each wave felt like a hammer. Adele and Emily were at the verge of losing it. They looked at Eva with the hopes of some help, but she was fighting her own battle. They crawled to the instruction manual. “The ultra-sound belt will release sound waves till it can correctly read the volume inside the organ. If you feel that the belt is not tightened properly use the red button. Please note: The more the volume inside the longer it will take and stronger the waves.” Adele and Emily could not believe the instructions. The belt did not show any readings yet and the sound waves relentlessly hit their bladders. All the water, beer, coffee and juices that they had been downing without a thought was compressed to an inch of its life inside their bladders and now they had to endure the maniacal belt. The pressure was unbearable. Adele and Emily tightly grabbed each other’s hand showing their support to each other. “Let-Let’s get to work!” Eva announced much to the horror of everyone. “We are nurses – we cannot afford to fall weak.” Kim and Amy nodded in agreement and proceeded to their wards, their faces were twisted with pain and body arched forward. Eva’s legs wobbled as if they were made of Jell-O. All the patients in the hospital were in awe of the team’s determination to hold on. However, the non-stop waves of pee sloshing inside had slowed them down. The minutes ticked by, and the waves continued to hit them mercilessly, causing their bladders to ache with intensity. They gritted their teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Their hair stuck to their forehead and uniforms clung to their bodies. Each second seemed like an eternity. Two slow hours passed – the girls were fighting their bladders on sheer willpower. Every fibre in their body was angry and trying to expel the hot piss inside. Emily and Adele cried out for help. They had been leaking since morning and they were exhausted beyond belief. The rest of the girls rushed to the ward as fast as they could and escorted the duo to privacy. Both Adele and Emily’s belts were vibrating incessantly now and throwing beeps. Their belts were now shooting sound waves without any intervals suggesting that both the girls were at their breaking point. As the girls took a seat few numbers finally appeared on the screen. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Adele 115% 3300 29 Emily 120% 3600 29 All the girls except Kim, marvelled at the numbers. They patted and congratulated Adele and Emily for truly pushing themselves to their limits. They barely nodded and quickly tried to undo the belt. And that was their undoing – the belt released and final wave onto their bladders - “DOOOOOOMMMMM” It was the final nail in the coffin. The dam cracked. The bomb exploded. Both Emily and Adele’s floodgates burst open one after the other in quick succession. Their already patched underwears were not strong enough to withstand the force of the piss coming out of their vagina. They clasped their crotch as tightly as they could. Tears fell from their eyes and their faces turned red as a tomato. Their muscles had no more strength left. For the first time in all these months hot frothing piss was flowing freely out of their bladders with full force. The stream was half an inch thick and formed a huge, combined puzzle under them. The sound of piss splattering on the floor could be heard down the entire corridor as if someone had left a tap open. The gusher kept coming minute after minute. Their bladders contracted with all its might trying to push out everything at once. The duo was convulsing with pleasure and pain all at the same time. Their eyes had rolled up and they moaned with relief and pleasure, which people could have easily mistaken for something else. Eva and Amy could not stand the sight anymore. All the commotion on top of the gut-wrenching waves from the belt was making them go weak in knees. They rushed out of the room with hands glued to their crotch. But the damage was already done. Their belts too had started shooting waves with more intensity and stronger though the lights on their belt was yet to come on. They knew their end was near. “I – I won’t give up!” Eva muttered to herself. “Neither will I – I am the strongest” Amy whispered to herself. In the meantime, Kim emerged from the room after helping Adele and Emily to clean up. She was drenched in sweat. Her uniform was starting to tear, and the bulge of her bladder was peeking from underneath despite the clinching belt. Her face was contorted as if she was forcing herself to not breath. She was under tremendous pressure. Her body was working on overdrive to contain a lake of piss. “Looks like someone is going to wet herself.” Amy took a dig at Kim. “Says the girl who spiked our drinks.” Kim glared at Amy. “We never should have trusted you to come back. You never truly learned last evening!” “Hey! I too popped in Openthra myself just to appease you guys isn’t that enough?” “Too bad for you. Even after your cunning act I am the only girl who is alone holding 50 hour’s worth off piss” Kim said pointing at the large screen on her belt. “Not anymore!” Amy suddenly lost her cool and she pressed the dreaded red button on Kim’s belt, causing it to tighten further. “No don’t do it! She’s our only chance against the virus!” Eva was horrified and she tried to stop the girls from quarrelling. In the process, Amy’s elbow hit her bladder hard causing Eva to fall on her belly and hitting the red button. As Amy turned back, Kim pressed the red button on Amy’s belt. Within seconds, the entire hospital corridor was filled with noise of the trio screaming and yelling. Not as much on each other as much as because of their bladders being crushed by the belt’s ruthless tightness. The belt started throwing all sorts of lights and sounds indicating that it was going into hyper-drive. They only had seconds to understand what was happening, but it was already too late. “DOOOOOM!” The belts exploded with the strongest of waves. Waves which could shatter glasses literally. Their time had come. The best defenders on the earth against the Pissera virus were having an embarrassing failure because of their craziness and impatience. Their belts were showing the numbers which they could barely focus on. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Eva 145% 4350 30 Amy 115% 4200 30 Kim 150% 4800 50 Eva was the first one to break. “Noooooo!!!”, she cried. Unfortunately her bladder wouldn’t stand any of her nonsense any more. It had enough. She curled on the floor grabbing herself. She used every trick available in her book to prevent the outburst, but alas. A strong spurt escaped first. That was the first irresistible taste of relief. Then came another one. As much as she tried to hold it, these jets of piss gave her ecstatic pleasure. After the few spurts, she simply couldn’t resist it anymore. Eva, the leader of the group finally gave in to the orchestra of pee-gasmic pleasure. A strong, almost straight jet of transparent piss erupted from Eva’s vagina flying across the corridor hitting Amy’s ankles who stood opposite to her. There was splattering everywhere. Relief washed Eva’s face as she allowed herself to feel the bliss of an uninterrupted relief. She didn’t care who watched her or who fell down. Her bladder contracted with all its might; angrily expelling gallons worth of piss. Amy on the other hand lost her balance and fell down sending a shock wave throughout her body. That was the moment Amy realized – It fucked up. Amy’s floodgates opened too. The pressure was insane, and her torrent filled the corridor with a loud whooshing noise. Kim tightly closed her ears and shut her eyes tight, leaning against the wall. Amy tried to fight it off valiantly, clenching her muscles with all the bits of strength left. All her liquid, diuretic and beer flowed freely into the air, forming a fountain of piss. Her little cotton thongs tore apart with the sheer intensity of the gusher. But despite this devastating force, she succeeded to stop the torrent midstream. Kim opened one of her eyes to check what happened and lo! Another, even stronger sound wave from Amy’s belt absolutely decimated her bladder. An even thicker, more ferocious torrent to piss erupted out of her vagina. She screamed in pleasure as the liquid kept pouring out. The two women were happily pissing away as if their bladders had taken possession of their bodies. Minute after minute, Kim endured the mind-bending torture of seeing and hearing them go at it, wasting litres of research worthy pee. When their bladders were finally emptied both of them broke into tears. Their dream of saving the world and proving to have the strongest bladder was washed away. The entire corridor was steaming and filled with the stench of long held piss. Kim was frozen now. All this commotion made her bladder contract and spasm like a spring. Her body shuddered. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead to her neck and her cleavage. Her white uniform was nearly transparent with all the sweating. Her belt continued to pound her bladder like a hammer but with nerves of steel, she still did not let a single drop escape. Kim was the last lady standing. The hope of humanity who could end the epidemic. In spite of the inhuman discomfort, she still helped Eva and Amy. They couldn’t belief their eyes as they watched her clean the corridor, get them a fresh at of uniform and taking them to privacy. They felt ashamed and exhausted of their inability to hold on. “Do you think you will be able to ask hold on?” Eva gently asked Kim not wanting to force her. Kim’s face had turned blue. Every vein on her forehead, neck, thighs, and all possible places were bulging out. Her knuckles were white, and toes curled. Her legs seemed to be welded to each other. Every inch of her skin was covered in sweat. The belt had clinched her waist to 16 inches and yet her humongous bladder was trying to make its way out from the bottom of the belt, like an ever-expanding water balloon. “How long do you want me to hold doc? Tell me – I can go on as long as you demand”, Kim asked, her voice merely coming as a whisper. “May be one more day. At once, I will inform the World Health Association team that we have found an unbeatable bladder!” Kim she was a fighter. “Of course.. Its too easy. I am the nurse who never needs it.” With those ungodly words Kim straightened herself up. The belt was no match for her. It tore apart and went flying across the room. Kim shyly smiled and with baby steps, proceeded to carry on her duties, still chugging water as if she was empty. When the research team finally arrived a day later, Kim was unrecognizable. Her uniform was shredded across her waist. The skin around her bladder was taut and one could see the redness underneath her skin. Veins which otherwise would be all zig-zag and erratic appeared as perfectly straight lines. When she moved others around her could hear the bubbling noise of the piss inside her bladder. It was frighteningly humongous. Yet Kim insisted that she didn’t feel a thing. “I – I am ok. I don’t need to p-piss. I am immune to it” Kim kept telling others or maybe it was her own way of reinforcing her strength. They took her to a secluded room. It took hours for the team to convince her to pee. It was a marvellous feat and the entire hospital burst into claps and cheer after the was announcement. Everyone eagerly awaited to hear what was Kim’s final volume. The team had to call packs and packs of piss collection bag as Kim’s fury of piss was so strong that the bags couldn’t withstand it. They either burst open or got torn apart. After a dozen of accidents, the team was finally able to drain Kim out. After months of enduring a painfully bladder and surviving only on short partial reliefs, feeling an empty bladder was unnerving for Kim. For the past 82 hours she had gone without a single drop of relief whatsoever while also enduring double doses of Openthra, 13 pints of beer, nearly 5 litres of water and hammering soundwaves. With so much torment and suffering, Kim’s bladder had stretched itself to contain a whopping 6800ml of piss. And this didn’t factor the wastage that the team was unable to contain. Kim rose to game overnight for being a hero and save humanity from Pissera, while Eva, Amy, Adele, and Emily remained mere spectators. Despite their huge bladders they stood no chance in front of Kim. And from that day onwards a new slogan forbeing.es came into being “Nurses Never Need It” - - - The End - - -
Desperate Carmen Spurts in Slumber: It was raining heavily in the early hours of the morning. Water and splash noises filled the ambience. Carmen tossed and turned in her bed. Her pillow wet and sticky with her sweat. She threw away the blanket and let the cool breeze from the window soothe her. But her peaceful slumber was already replaced by familiar pangs in her bladder. She turned around to find a comfortable position to sleep but her need to pee intensified as the night progressed, slowly eroding the blissful depths of her sleep. Around 4 in the morning, a jolt ripped through her body, waking her up. Her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and stinging pressure in her crotch. Her hands immediately flew down to her crotch. Her tight undies were definitely wet. Not outright accident but a golf ball sized patch. Her bladder tried to expel her pee with all its might. Had she failed to wake up, she would have a soggy bed. “Every fucking morning”, Carmen muttered to herself, annoyed with the leakage. She begrudgingly glanced at the clock, realizing she had only a few precious hours left before her alarm rang. With a stubborn determination, she squeezed her eyes shut, resolute on lulling herself back into slumber. However, the persistent throbbing in her lower abdomen refused to relent, tormenting her with its insistent presence. The battle between her need for sleep and her desperate urge to pee kept growing. She lowered the waistband of her much tight undies and shover her hand inside to grab her womanhood. It didn’t reduce her discomfort but helped her to get through the night. Finally, morning arrived, bringing a glimmer of hope. She shot up from her bed, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair in disarray. She slowly laid her legs down on her velvet rug, toes curled throughout. Out of her long-formed habit, she first chugged the glass of water kept next to her. Each drop filling up her bladder like the lake beneath a waterfall. “Breathe in . . . Breathe out!”, she tried to steady herself before getting up from the bed. Alas! All her prep was in vain. Gravity pulled the weight of her bladder like a magnet pulls iron. She collapsed on her bed with a thud. “This is the worst I’ve needed to pee!”, Carmen barely realized she was rocking back and forth, allowing her muscles to get accustomed to the additional water. Carmen grabbed her mobile and put on the favourite 7AM radio to distract herself: “Welcome to your Zodiac Jockey! Next up is Libra – Hmmm . .” The bubbly RJ chattered in. “Your cards say that it is going to be a tough day for you. You will be yearning to do ‘something very important’ throughout the day but one way or the other you will not be able to do it.” Carmen giggled to herself, “Where do they get these cards from?”. Her bladder reminded her about its presence and once again, she stood up. On the way to the bathroom, her eyes fell on the mirror. She pursed her lips and checked her face while her legs, twisted and wobbled into a funny pee dance, as if they had a mind of their own. She had barely finished tying her hair, when her gates opened spurting a hot jet of piss, through her undies onto her legs. Had her bladder had a mouth it would yell at her, “Let me piss for god sake!” It simply wouldn’t have any more of her nonsense. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she darted to the bathroom downstairs, leaving a trail of pee drops behind her. The bathroom door slammed against the wall, as Carmen pushed it with brute force. The porcelain bowl was in front of her eyes, shining in all its glory. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” She frantically approached the bowl, her body arched forward as if carrying the load of her bladder on her back. Her hand remained shoved in her undies as she landed her sweaty bum on the water closet. Whoosh! Erupted a loud thick force of piss through the fabric. Her body filled with goosebumps as the overnight pee finally escaped the confines of her overworked bladder. The fabric of her tight undies absorbed quite a lot of pee, passing on a strangely pleasurable sensation through her clit. As the level rose, the mix of water and pee, from the closet splashed against her butt making her shudder. Her moans of relief could be heard from miles away. Carmen was seeing starts in broad daylight. Barely 20 seconds passed since her floodgates opened, when suddenly, a shrill ring pierced the air. The doorbell! Her heart was in her mouth. She clasped her ears, trying to block the sound. She pulled in her stomach trying to pee faster, but she was already going on with full force. A few seconds later the bell started ringing non-stop. She took a deep breath and clenched her muscles tight, shutting off the flow. A strong back wave of desperation shook her body. As she stood up from the seat, her bladder furiously tried to expel the remaining liquid. As she hastily put on her robe, a few more spurts came out gushing. Summoning every ounce of self-control, Carmen mustered a strained smile and hastily wrapped herself in a robe, concealing her discomfort. She rushed to the front door, gritting her teeth, and praying for a swift interaction. Standing before Carmen was a courier, holding an envelope containing the long-awaited important document. Her bladder screamed in protest as she battled the urge to cross her legs. She attempted to maintain a composed facade, but her desperate need to pee tainted every strained word. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her body swaying ever so slightly as she battled the growing pressure within her. She prayed for the courier’s swift departure, knowing that relief was just a few agonizing steps away. Finally, the moment arrived. The courier bid her farewell, and Carmen slammed the door shut, no longer caring about pleasantries. But the ordeal was far from over. Her mobile buzzed loudly. Her eyes widened with horror reading the name “Bella, the bitch”. “Fuck!” Carmen cussed and as she slid her finger slid over the green button. The next half an hour was spent pacing in the room, hopping, and twisting. Sometime sitting on the couch and sometimes leaning against the kitchen counter. She fought valiantly with the waves of pee crashing against her bladder. Seeing no respite, her bladder finally accepted that it was not getting any more relief. The pressure subsided and Carmen could focus on the call. She unclenched her muscles and wiped off the sweat from her forehead. Around an hour later, the call was about to get wrapped up just when Bella sternly said, “DO NOT FORGET to bring that sales forecast document, otherwise you lose the contract!” “Relax Bella! I’m just 40 not an amnesiac.” Carmen tried to make the situation lighter. “Then behave like one!” Bella hung up the call. Daunting Dress Up Carmen’s bladder had calmed down, after having released half of her load and then getting some music from Bella. She had forgotten about the reminder of the pee still sloshing in her bladder. After a quick breakfast with a tall mug of coffee, she stood in front of her walk-in closet admiring her huge collection of luxury dresses and heels. Today she was determined to make a fashion statement at the office. “It’s time to teach those 25-year-old office bimbos a lesson in fashion!” Carmen mischievously grinned and chose a tight pant suit for the day. It was one of those sexier ones that hugged all her curves, a bit too tightly at times. She cast a glance at the mirror once again. Her belly was slightly bulging out over her undies. By no means was Carmen an unfit lady but today she was determined to unleash her inner diva. “Let’s go into the Kardashian mode today.” She immediately decided to pair her outfit with an extremely tight-fitting ribbed shapewear that promised to sculpt her figure into perfection. As she put her leg into the one-piece shapewear, a pesky sensation tugged at her bladder. Her bladder woke up again as-if taunting her. Carmen glanced at the bathroom door, considering a quick detour, but her fashion-forward ambitions took precedence. "Mind over Matter – Mind over Matter!" she convinced herself, determined not to let nature's call ruin her fashion game. With determination in her eyes, Carmen struggled to further shimmy into the shapewear. It clung to her body like a second skin, defying her efforts to wriggle it on. She hopped, twisted, and tugged, trying to find the perfect angle to squeeze herself into the fashionably constricting garment. As the shapewear finally found its place, Carmen caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The reflection revealed a silhouette that seemed airbrushed and flawless. Her boobs were pushed up, more than she bargained for, and a washboard flat belly. “Magazine perfect!” She couldn't help but strike a pose, admiring her hourglass figure and imagining the envious stares she would receive. But just as she basked in her newfound confidence, her bladder reminded her of its presence - again. The need to pee was pretty intense, transforming her triumphant moment into a comedic struggle. Carmen's eyes darted between the bathroom door and her stunning reflection, torn between comfort and vanity. "I can hold it in," she whispered to herself, squirming uncomfortably as she put on her pantsuit. She reassured herself that she was a grown-up who could endure a little discomfort for the sake of fashion. After all, fashion knew no bounds, not even the urge to relieve oneself. With renewed determination, Carmen straightened her posture, embracing her discomfort as a badge of honour. She sauntered out of the bedroom, high heels clicking on the floor, as she courageously chose fashion over the call of nature. Despite her struggles and the slowly increasing urgency within her, she remained steadfast in her pursuit of style, and embarked on her day, exuding confidence. Little did she know that her decision to ignore the pangs of her bladder was going to cost her dearly. Troublesome Traffic: It was already 9.30am! Carmen rushed to leave home, hoping to reach the office in time, she encountered an unexpected nightmare—morning traffic. The cars seemed to conspire against her, forming an impenetrable wall of metal and exhaust fumes. She sat in her tightly fitted business formals and uncomfortable heels, gripping the steering wheel with despair. She honked horn, swore at the passersby, but nothing seemed to ease up the situation. The pressure inside her bladder was growing slowly, matching the frustration building up in her mind. "Of all the days for traffic to be this awful," she muttered under her breath,“Why does this seatbelt have to dig into my bladder!” As the minutes ticked by, Carmen's thoughts became increasingly absurd and frantic. She tried to recall what all she drank since she woke up as she glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, “A glass of water and that coffee. Seems doable” She again convinced herself that her bladder was playing tricks on her mind. “I will go once I reach the office as always – you got this Carmen!” Though she couldn’t stop eyeing the surrounding cars, fantasizing about a mythical bathroom-on-wheels or a teleportation device that would whisk her away to the nearest restroom. In her mind, the traffic morphed into a game of wits and survival, with Carmen as the ultimate victor. She fantasized about manoeuvring her car with unparalleled skill, zigzagging through impossibly narrow gaps and leaving the gridlocked drivers gaping in awe. However, the reality was quite different as she inched forward at a snail's pace, her discomfort growing by the second. It was 10.15 already and she had not even shifted to the 2nd gear since. The honking of frustrated drivers around her only served to heighten her anxiety. She somehow felt, the others on the road were mocking her predicament with each blaring horn, startling her every now and then. She clenched her teeth, silently cursing her morning coffee and its diuretic properties. She even started contemplating various escape routes. She craned her neck out of the window, trying to find out what happened or may be find a secluded bush to sprint to. There was none. Disappointed with the learning, she took out her phone and hurriedly scrolled through the maze of icons. “The nearest convenience store is 2.8 miles away and will take around 40 minutes to reach” a voice came from her mobile. “Screw you map lady!” Carmen yelled at her phone stashing it in her handbag. Finally, the traffic finally started to ease up, Carmen could hardly believe her luck. She drove like a woman possessed, expertly manoeuvring through the remaining congested areas. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she triumphantly arrived at the office, her bladder considerably full now. She parked her car, silently thanking it for enduring her squirms and desperate crossing of legs throughout the torturous journey. Her mind was now locked-in to the target of reaching the precious ladies wash-room for the sweet, sweet relief. Office over Output: The sound of Carmen’s pointed heels could be heard throughout the floor. As soon as she stepped in, heads started popping up from the cubicles, especially the young men. Hushed comments and lewd remarks started coming in. “Hey! It’s Carmen?”, said one guy. “Yeah bro! I never actually noticed her properly before!” Said the other. “I have got a tent in my pant. What happened to her over night?” One more guy whispered. “Jeez she is generally so demure and today suddenly she is giving these girls run for their money!” Another one added. Carmen pretended not to hear those lewd but flattering comments, but it gave a substantial boost to her confidence. Her pace increased as her eyes fell on the sign of the ladies room. “Carmen, I need you in the sales forecast meeting – NOW!”. Her boss appeared from thin air, or so she thought. “Boss, can you just give me 2 mins? I will quickly nip to the ladies and come.” “Is it urgent?” Her boss asked, arching her brows. Carmen was embarrassed at the comment and chose to follow her boss to the meeting room, which seemed like Antarctica. “Why is this chair so low?” She mumbled under her breath. “It’s broken”, one of her colleagues whispered to her and signalled her to pay attention to the presentation. Her knees were positioned higher than she liked, making her unable to cross her legs. The combination of this uncomfortable position, the full blast of the AC and the shapewear squeezing her bladder was a lethal combo for her. After every few minutes, she tried to tug and pull her shapewear way from her skin. But the silky shirt of hers made it impossible. She looked down at her tightly fitted business formals and realized just how uncomfortable she was. Not only were her clothes constricting, but also her seemed to pinch her with every movement. As the meeting began, Carmen tried her best to focus on the discussion, but her concentration was wavering. She had to shake her head to bring her focus to the slides from her filling bladder. She squirmed in her chair, shifting from one side to another, hoping to alleviate the pressure building up inside her. The seats felt more like torture devices, conspiring against her in her most vulnerable moment. She discreetly glanced around, hoping no one would notice her discomfort, but it felt as though everyone in the room could hear her bladder's cries for relief. “Carmen, if the chair is uncomfortable you are welcome to stand. Your chair is squeaking too much!” Her boss glared at her. She sheepishly smiled and stopped moving. It was close to noon now; the pressure was significant. She hadn’t moved an inch ever since her boss called out and her muscles were burning. In her mind, Carmen started having hilarious and desperate thoughts. She wondered if she could discreetly escape to the bathroom without anyone noticing. Imagining herself tiptoeing out of the room, she envisioned the sound of her heels echoing in the silence, drawing everyone's attention. The more she tried to concentrate on the meeting, the more her mind fixated on her dire need to pee. She started to question the universe, silently pleading for some mercy. But it was not her day. Just when she thought the day couldn’t get worse, her boss's voice boomed across the boardroom. “Carmen, why don’t you take walk us through the sales analysis of your region?” "Why then? Why me? Did I inadvertently offend a restroom deity?" she thought to herself. Misery visible in her eyes. Of all the times for her boss to call her, it had to be now. Her bladder throbbed with urgency, and the mere thought of standing up sent waves of discomfort through her body. But she couldn't refuse her boss's request, so she reluctantly stood up, trying her best to maintain a composed expression despite the pressure mounting inside her. As she made her way to the podium, every step felt like a tiny earthquake rattling her insides. She clenched her thighs together, desperately trying to hold back the torrent that threatened to burst forth. Each passing moment only made her predicament more dire, and she couldn't help but envision a comical scene of herself exploding like a balloon. On one hand, Carmen needed to focus on the presentation and impress her boss. On the other hand, her bladder was demanding attention, threatening to hijack her concentration. The presentation began, and Carmen's boss handed her the clicker to advance the slides. Each click of the button felt like a countdown to disaster. She clenched her teeth, her face contorting in a mixture of concentration and agony. She tried to focus on the words coming out of her mouth, but all she could think about was the ticking time bomb within her. During her presentation a few of the people left and returned, possibly after taking a bathroom break. “Damn! I envy these people!” Her mind drifted, and she imagined how good it would feel to take a nice relieving pee. Would she make a mad dash for the nearest exit, leaving her colleagues bewildered and traumatized? Or would she give in to the inevitable and create a spectacle that would be talked about in the office for years to come? Carmen snapped back to reality as her boss asked her a question. Panic surged through her veins, both from the pressure in her bladder and the fear of embarrassing herself in front of everyone. She turned her back to the audience pretending to look intently at the graph. Her face was contorted with the strain. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and turned to the audience. She stumbled over her words, but she didn’t give up. Slowly and steadily, she managed to formulate a coherent response while battling her body's urgent demands. Hearing it, her boss suddenly exclaimed, “That’s why she is the Country Sales head guys! Brilliant!” Everyone in the room clapped for her. Sound of each clap felt like slaps on her bladder. While externally Carmen was smiling and nodding, she silently cursed her boss for not offering her to sit yet. She rocked gently, seeking respite by transferring her weight from one foot to another, desperately hoping that a change in position would somehow alleviate the pressure. As the meeting continued, she clasped her legs together tightly, hoping to hold off the inevitable. In a futile attempt to distract herself, she even started mentally counting the ceiling tiles, trying to shift her focus away from her pressing urge. Her colleagues, oblivious to Carmen's internal struggle, carried on with the meeting, discussing important matters with utmost seriousness. “Damn! It’s 1pm already. I would have peed thrice by now.” Carmen’s thoughts became a jumble of desperation and amusement. Around 1.30pm, the meeting finally came to an end, Carmen's victory seemed within reach. But just as she prepared to make her escape, her boss extended the meeting by discussing an additional topic. Her heart sank again, feeling like it might burst alongside her bladder. In her mind, “I am bursting for the past two and a half hours bitch! Let me goo!” She was screamed in her mind and comically debated whether she should interrupt the meeting. She contemplated the potential though that the sales head cannot even contain her tiny bladder. Maintenance: Half hour later, the meeting finally concluded, Carmen bolted from the conference room, leaving her bewildered colleagues in her wake. She dashed towards the restroom, relieved to have survived the ordeal. Her desperation was reaching dangerously high levels as she raced towards the restroom, only to be greeted by a sign that read, "Bathroom closed for maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience!" She stared at the sign in disbelief, feeling her heart sink along with her bursting bladder. Thoughts of urgency raced through her mind, and she contemplated desperate measures like finding a potted plant or hiding in a supply closet. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tightness of her business formals squeezing her bladder even more. Her heels, seemingly mocking her, made each step agonizingly painful. She waddled around, trying to find someone who might know of an alternative restroom, but everyone she asked seemed oblivious to her predicament. The tension mounted as Carmen's need to pee turned into a dull ache. She clutched her lower abdomen, feeling like she was about to explode. Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she desperately searched for any solution, but none presented itself. In a last-ditch effort, Carmen spotted a janitor's cart nearby. Hope sparked in her eyes as she quickly approached it, but her hopes were dashed when she saw that it only contained cleaning supplies and not a spare bathroom key. Carmen frantically looked around the corridor, becoming more and more fidgety. Her attempts to conceal her discomfort becoming increasingly comical. She subtly squirmed, crossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself with work, but her mind remained fixated on the overwhelming need to relieve herself. In her desperation, Carmen contemplated absurd options, like using the employee kitchen sink or climbing out of a window for some much-needed relief. However, she knew deep down that these ideas were utterly impractical and would likely lead to even more embarrassing consequences. Finally, with a mix of frustration and resignation, Carmen accepted that there was nothing she could do in this situation. She took a deep breath, attempting to summon every ounce of willpower. The only good thing about the situation being her hot lunch served on her desk, which he devoured along with some sparkling water. “Don’t want to die out of her thirst”, she thought to herself and chugged at least half the bottle. Client office Chronicles: Reminder: Meeting with Bella at 3.30pm. A gasp escaped Carmen's lips as she stared at her mobile screen, her face contorting into an expression of shock. “Looks like I am an amnesiac after all!” She said to herself and dashed towards her car. Fortunately, there was no traffic on the road and arrived at Bella’s office, right at 3.15pm, feeling a heightened sense of urgency in her bladder. The discomfort amplified as she realized that wearing her tightest business formals and a pair of high heels was a mistake. Each step was like a mini-torture. As she walked into the office, Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes on her, wondering why she was walking a bit awkwardly. She tried her best to maintain her composure, but her face started turning shades of crimson as she clutched onto the reception desk for support, hoping no one would notice her desperate need to find a restroom. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she suddenly remembered that she had left the courier document back at her home. Her heart beating faster, and body filled with goosebumps. It was a critical choice for her, “Bathroom or file? What if Bella sees me without the file? What if I can’t hold it longer?” She was torn into two. Ultimately her responsibilities took over her call of nature. She sighed internally, mentally cursing her forgetfulness and the cruel twists of fate. As she lowered herself get into the car, her lady muscles quivered. “Not now!” She inhaled sharply and calculated the time it would take to drive back home, grab the file, and rush back to the client's office for her meeting. With a sigh of resignation, Carmen accepted the fact that there would be no time for bathroom breaks. The liquid she had consumed earlier in the day seemed to catch up with her at the most inconvenient moment. Her bladder felt heavy as if someone had kept a fishbowl inside her belly. Each movement of the pedals only added to her discomfort. "Okay, Carmen, just hold it together," she muttered to herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "You can make it home and back without any accidents. Just focus!" But as she approached her neighbourhood, the pressure in her bladder intensified. Somehow her bladder had spatial awareness and tuned up the desperation further. Her mind was now consumed by thoughts of toilets and relief. Her attempts to clench her muscles and hold back the flood were tiring her out. She squirmed in her seat, shifting her weight from side to side, desperately seeking any semblance of comfort. "Please, traffic lights, turn green!" Carmen pleaded, her voice tinged with a sheer desperation and frustration. She knew that any delay would only make her predicament worse, and time seemed to taunt her as the seconds ticked by. Finally, she arrived at her house. With the engine still running, Carmen dashed towards the front door, fumbling with her keys in a frenzy. She tried to unlock the door with trembling hands, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. "Just a few more seconds," she muttered, her voice strained with urgency. "I can do this!" But just as Carmen managed to unlock the door, a cruel twist of fate struck. Her neighbour’s cat, notorious for its mischievous behaviour, darted out from nowhere, brushing against her legs. Startled, Carmen let out a yelp. "No, not now!" she cried. In a haste, she lifted the cat and rushed to the neighbour to return her. She lost a good couple of minutes, adding to her delay. Any hopes of a quick bathroom break was down the drain now. She could feel her bladder protesting with every passing second. With a mix of frustration and disbelief, Carmen grabbed the file in a split-second and rushed back to her car. Despite knowing that the meeting would be pretty long, and Bella kept her on toes, she had no choice but to drive straight to the client's office, bladder be damned. The thought of relieving herself at the client's restroom seemed simultaneously embarrassing. As she drove, Carmen's discomfort reached unimaginable levels. She squirmed in her seat, desperately trying to find a position that would provide even a momentary respite. Every traffic light seemed to conspire against her, forcing her to stop and wait, her bladder screaming in protest. "I can't believe this is happening!" Carmen exclaimed, half in exasperation. “Looks like the RJ was right!” Carmen imagined herself as a character in a slapstick comedy, desperately trying to reach the bathroom but encountering one comical obstacle after another. She chuckled at the ridiculousness of her situation, despite the discomfort that threatened to overwhelm her. Finally, Carmen arrived at the client's office, parking her car with a sense of both relief and trepidation. She stumbled out of the car, her steps unsteady and urgent, as if she were in a race against time. She rushed into the building longingly looking at the door of the ladies room. She bit her lips imagining the sweet relief so close and yet so far. Bella stood right in front of the ladies room, with her arms folded and feet tapping. Carmen profusely apologized but in vain. “If I tell Bella, I need to pee, she is surely going to fire me!” Once inside the meeting room, Bella’s hospitality was in full swing despite her anger. Carmen had a mixed feeling towards it. Every few minutes, they offered her a steaming cup of tea, insisting that it was their specialty and a crucial part of their business culture. Carmen forced herself to accept the tea, not wanting to offend Bella further, but with each sip, her desperation to use the bathroom grew stronger. She tried to listen attentively and contribute to the discussion, but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of rushing to the bathroom. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure building up inside her. Meanwhile, Bella continued to engage her in conversation, blissfully unaware of Carmen’s internal struggle. They were impressed by her ability to multitask and manage her discomfort, unaware that it wasn’t her remarkable skills but rather her dire need to find a restroom. She suppressed her discomfort, her face growing redder by the minute. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hoping for a miracle or a sudden interruption that would grant her a much-needed break. But luck seemed to be enjoying the cruel dance of irony that day. The meeting finally concluded at 6pm, and Carmen bid Bella farewell with a strained smile, hoping her awkward shuffle towards the door didn’t raise any suspicions. She rushed out, leaving behind her longing for relief and a trail of suppressed sighs. Through it all, Carmen’s determination to please the client and maintain professionalism prevailed. She had managed to secure the file, but at the cost of enduring an extended period of holding in her urge to pee, even though her bladder felt like a ticking time bomb. The ordeal was far from over but she bravely soldiered on, navigating the treacherous waters of business formals, high heels, forgotten files, and a cup of tea too many, in her quest for sweet bathroom relief. Return to office: Carmen sped to the office like no tomorrow. As she entered her workspace, her colleagues surprised her with a jubilant farewell celebration for a coworker. The office was buzzing with excitement, filled with laughter and cheerful conversations. Carmen forced a smile, joining in the festivities, all the while battling her internal crisis. She discreetly shuffled from one conversation to another, crossing her legs in a feeble attempt to contain the mounting pressure. Her mind was torn between socializing and the overwhelming need to find relief. She hoped for a lull in the festivities, a brief moment to escape to the bathroom, but the timing was never right. Her friends at the office noticed Carmen’s subtle discomfort but attributed it to her busy schedule and perhaps an intense work deadline. They couldn’t fathom the true nature of her predicament. Carmen, on the other hand, silently cursed the universe for putting her through this torturous ordeal. As time passed, the celebration continued with cake, drinks, and endless toasts. Carmen forced herself to participate, albeit with a forced gaiety that masked her internal agony. She maintained a constant mental countdown, calculating the minutes until she could finally seek the sanctuary of a restroom. Colleagues approached her with stories and inside jokes, unaware of the battle raging within her bladder. Carmen mustered all her strength to engage in conversations, her face contorting with effort to conceal her urgency. To make matters worse, a colleague insisted that the group played musical chairs. The crowd went into an uproar. Before she knew she was pushed into the circle by her colleagues. A chill went down her spine. Six inch high heels, an outfit. with vice like grip, and a threatening-to-explode bladder. The music began and people started hobbling around the chairs, pushing and pulling each other. In this commotion she took quite a few blows on her bladder. Each blow made her muscle tremble. Her piss was just a hair thread way away from gushing out. Her face was redder than a tomato and mind in overdrive. “Should I fake a sudden stomach ache? Or pretend to receive an urgent phone call?” Her heart was in her mouth but at the same time, she knew that any excuse would only draw attention - the last thing she wanted was to be the center of everyone’s concern. Just then an idea struck her mind. Carmen tottered towards a chair as soon as the music stopped and let it go just at the last moment. The crowd was having a blast, and no one cared that she was out of the game. She saw a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and sneaked out of the hall determined to find the nearest bathroom without delay. But just as she was about to make her escape, a colleague stopped her, insisting on a group photo to commemorate the occasion. Carmen’s heart sank, and she felt the last shred of hope slip through her fingers. With a strained smile, she obliged, knowing that her freedom was being delayed yet again. With the photo session finally over, Carmen made a beeline for the ladies room, but it was still under maintenance. Not wasting another second, she hobbled towards the elevator, heels clicking against the floor, fighting against her body’s protestations. Each step was a test of her willpower, as she fought to maintain her dignity amidst the overwhelming urge to sprint. In the elevator, surrounded by the silent anticipation of reaching the ground floor, her discomfort reached its zenith. She closed her eyes, trying to distract herself from the turmoil within. The elevator seemed to move at a glacial pace, mocking her desperation. As the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Carmen took a deep breath and stepped out, believing that her salvation was within reach. In her mind, she wanted to run faster than Usain Bolt. But fate had one final twist in store for her. The parking bathroom was just a few steps away. She could hear the angels sing. Just 10 feet away from the door, a colleague intercepted her, excitedly sharing an anecdote that simply couldn’t wait. Carmen’s expression wavered between politeness and the anguish of her predicament. She strained to pay attention to the story, her mind screaming for release. Each passing moment felt like a cruel joke, as she nodded along while her bladder threatened to revolt against her. Her legs couldn’t keep still. “Please-please-please! Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee!” She was pleading to her bladder. Finally, the story ended, and she seized the opportunity without a moment’s hesitation. But alas! The janitor had already locked the toilet while her colleague intruded her so-close-relief. She squatted on the ground, pulling her hair in despair. Her bladder throbbed with the anticipation of relief. It somehow couldn’t apprehend that a well-deserved break could be snatched so easily. It sent another strong wave towards her pee hold as if it was saying, “FIND ME ANOTHER ONE – NOW YOU PEASANT!”. Dinner with friends: Carmen allowed herself to stay still for a couple of minutes before approaching the car. The clock on her dashboard showed - 7PM. “Holy fuck! I can’t believe it’s been 12 hours without a break. I am seriously going to burst!” Her eyes were welled with tears. For the hundredth time of the day, she cursed herself for her choice of clothes. Each step she had taken throughout the day kept hitting her bladder like a boxer hits his rival. Just as she took the car out of the parking, her phone had buzzed. It was a call from one of her old friends, inviting her for an impromptu dinner. “Karla, that restaurant is 10 miles from my office. My home’s about 5 only. Can I just come after some time? I need to attend to something” Carmen tried her best to avoid the invitation. “Nope! Its final you are coming!” Her friend said and hung up the call. Her blood was boiling. She started slamming the steering wheel, causing the loud noise from her horn to reverberate throughout the empty parking lot. “WHY CAN’T I JUST REACH A FUCKING TOILET!” Carmen breathed through her mouth, eyes darting from one side of the parking to the other. Once she was sure there was no one around he hands immediately reached down the button of her tight pants. Without giving any second thought, she frantically unbuttoned her it. Within a split second, the zipper got pushed down automatically. She sighed in momentary relief as her bladder got some room to expand. With some newfound strength, she forced herself to drive through the peak city traffic. Her toes curled, each time she had to operate the pedals. Her calves felt as if someone was slitting them with knives. Torture was an understatement. After an hour of slogging, she finally reached the venue. It was upmarket, bustling restaurant which had a strict dress-code. For Carmen it meant buttoning up her tight pants again. “GOSH! I look pregnant!” She cried, struggling to pull the zipper up. A sharp pain ripped through her belly as she forcefully buttoned up her pants by sucking her belly inside. And yet, the evening had just begun. With one sharp breath, she stepped out of the car. Her back ached with the pressure pounding the insides of her bladder. The passersby looked at her with concern as she strutted towards the door with baby steps, with t was nothing. The second she stepped in the air conditioning hit her like a freight train, sending shivers down her spine and making her bladder ache even more. She fought back the urge to cross her legs and maintained an awkward smile as she approached the table, greeting and hugging them one by one. The strain on her bladder was inexplicable. Her body shuddered and it was her signal to make the move. “I reallllly need to tinkle, girls! I will be right back.” Carmen quickly excused herself and headed towards the bathroom. “She must be bursting, I mean, just look at the way her butt is clenched.” One of her friends commented. On the other hand, when Carmen reached the bathroom, a staff member approached her with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, ma'am," the member said, "someone had an unfortunate accident in there, and it's closed for cleaning at the moment." “Is there any other bathroom that I can use, please?” Carmen tried to steady her voice. Her lips trembled with every word pouring out of her mouth. “I’m sorry Ma’am! This is the only one.” Came the response. It took superhuman determination to keep her hands from jamming into her crotch. She mustered all her strength to just accept the devastating news and returned to the table. Her friends saw the anxiety in her eyes when she returned to the table. "My goodness, Carmen," one of her friends said, concerned. "You look like you're about to burst!" Carmen wasn’t able to hold back any longer. "I pee like 10 times a day and I haven’t gone in 13 hours today!" She confessed, the words tumbling out with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. Her friends sympathized with her, their own bladders also feeling the strain. “Looks like there is no other option than enduring it!” Carmen said, her words ending in strain. “Girls always have to hold it, I guess!” The girls giggled and began with their 7-course meal. Usually upmarket restaurants liked to show off their delicacies and same was the case here. Every time a new dish was brought to the table, the waiter started to explain its ingredients, speciality, and history. Carmen was furiously tapping her feet. Her patience was running low and by the 4th dish, she lost her cool, “Can you please make this faster? Or may be not interrupt our dinner?” “Madam, our sincere apologies, but it is our duty to enchant our guests with the gastronomic delights, they are feasting on!” “You know what – NO TIP FOR YOU!” Carmen glared at him. The next few rounds were much quieter and faster. The girls thanked her as they slowly savoured the food. Bite after bite, sip after sip, Carmen’s body swayed and shifted. There was a point when sat on her heels, rocking. “Desperate times call for desperate measures!” She sheepishly chimed as the rest of the girls nodded. The conversation around become a blur as her thoughts were solely consumed by the relentless pressure in her lower abdomen. Finally, around 10pm, the dinner came to an end. Carmen bid her friends farewell one by one. The vein in her head threatened to pop as she hugged the last girl. With wobbly legs, she had headed towards her car, her need to pee reaching unprecedented levels. Holding her breath, she hopped into the car preparing to endure the journey back home with a bladder on the brink of explosion. Car breakdown: But there was more to come. Carmen's day seemed like a never-ending roller coaster of unfortunate events. As if she hadn’t suffered enough, her car suddenly stalled and came to a grinding halt. Clouds of smoke started coming from her hood. She shrieked in frustration, swearing some of the unholiest words. To top it off, it started to drizzle. She glanced at her watch. It read 10.30pm. “God please help me out!” Carmen burst into tears, jamming her hands into her crotch. Murphy’s Law went all guns blazing on her. Whatever could go wrong was going wrong with her. She reached for her phone and dialled the roadside assistance number, hoping for a quick resolution. “What do you mean it would take an hour? I can’t wait that long on this secluded road!” Carmen nearly deafened the person on the other side. Haplessly, she got back into the car, praying to her stars to help her out. Minutes felt like hours, as Carmen tried to maintain a composed exterior while internally battling the mounting tension. She started counting the raindrops on her windshield to distract herself, but it only reminded her of her the ball of pee looming to burst. She called the road assistance number again and to her utter dismay, the ETA kept getting pushed back due to one reason or the other. Carmen's desperation was reaching its peak, and she started contemplating the unthinkable: peeing behind a nearby bush. She had even spotted a squirrel looking at her curiously, as if sensing her predicament. But Carmen dismissed the idea as she looked down at her clothes, “Why Carmen why? Why did you put this shapewear today? It doesn’t have a fucking pee hole! I can’t take it off on a roadside! You’re just so dumb!”. She frantically looked around for any sign of a public restroom but found none. The splattering noise of the rain was driving her nuts. She folded her leg on the seat and sat on her heels, gently rubbing herself to keep the pressure at bay. Lines of stress were etched across her face. If there were any Olympic event called "Urgent Bladder Battle.", she would have secured a gold medal, she thought to herself. When the tow truck arrived, it was around midnight. Carmen had breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had been one step closer to salvation. But the tow truck driver was sluggish and insisted on engaging in a lively conversation about his favourite reality TV show, unaware of Carmen's dire situation. She desperately tried to maintain focus on the driver's words while simultaneously scanning her surroundings for any sign of a restroom. Carmen’s years of practice as a sales lead came handy when it came to mental juggling act, of balancing a conversation with her bodily needs, and her dwindling patience. Finally, the tow truck driver completed his monologue and proceeded to fix the car. As he opened the hood, Carmen hopped inside the car and shoved her hand in her crotch. Her legs were fanning vigorously, and face scrunched up with the efforts. All she could hear were the noises of metallic clanking and drills whirring. She bit her lips in anticipation. She imagined a glorious situation when the tow truck driver would come and tell her, “You’re all set Madam!” Instead, the man came and dropped a bomb on all her hopes. “Looks like the engine is seized. Will take a day or two to fix it. I will drop you to the nearest bus-stop.” Bus travel: Despite a million insistence the tow truck driver refused to drop her at home, directly. “Against the company rules” or so he said. Thus Carmen, at her absolute limits, pushed through the throngs of people to catch the last bus home. Half drenched in sweat and half in rainwater, squeezed between commuters, she could barely move, let alone find a comfortable position to ease her discomfort. The bus jerked and swayed with every turn, made the boulder of her bladder slosh. With every passing stop more people filled up the space squeezing Carmen tightly against the pole at the center. Her restricted movements intensified her desperation, and she tried to channel all her energy to her muscles down there, almost yelping in pain. She stood there, surrounded by people engrossed in their own world, silently praying that the bus ride would end quickly. Carmen's mind raced with thoughts of potential solutions, “Should I ask that guy to give up his seat?”, “Should I get down at the next stop?” Or “Maybe I could pretend to faint and hope that these bastards give me their seat!” Every time the bus halted, she contemplated jumping off and finding a nearby bush for some semblance of relief. But the fear of public embarrassment and potential legal consequences held her back. Instead, she clung to the pole in the center of the bus, her face contorted with the effort of holding it all in. The bus continued to move, seemingly oblivious to Carmen's internal struggle. She tried to distract herself by focusing on random details—the ads plastered on the bus walls, the sound of music leaking from someone's earphones—but the urgency of her situation kept creeping back into her thoughts. Occasionally, the bus hit a pothole or swerved sharply, causing Carmen to jolt, teetering precariously in her heels. She clung to the pole for dear life, silently cursing her choice of skyscraper heels and wishing she had chosen something more sensible. As the journey dragged on, Carmen found herself resorting to all sorts of mind tricks to distract herself from her bursting bladder. She counted the stops, repeated the multiplication tables in her head, and even tried to imagine herself on a beautiful sandy beach with crashing waves. She especially regretted the last one as her pee hole was hit with a massive vengeful wave from her overworked bladder. Finally, the bus reached Carmen's stop. The doors opened, and a rush of people pushed her towards the exit. She desperately tried to manoeuvre through the crowd to get down first. But her maddening pressure prevented her from moving fast. Luckily for her, she managed to get down just as the bus doors closed. Now all she had to do walk the last few blocks and the relief would be hers. Rainfall: Carmen’s happiness was short lived - the sky opened up again, drenching her in a torrential downpour. She cursed her luck as the rainwater instantly seeped through her tight business formals, clinging to her like a soggy second skin. The uncomfortable sensation made her feel miserable. Carmen frantically dug through her bag, searching for a spare umbrella that she never thought she would need. Instead, she discovered an old, forgotten candy wrapper and a pen that had leaked ink onto everything it touched. Her frustration grew as she realized her bag had become a disorganized jumble of useless items. Her high-heeled shoes now felt like torture devices, making each step a treacherous balancing act on the rain-slicked pavement. She squirmed and wobbled, trying to maintain her dignity while simultaneously battling her increasingly insistent bladder. The possibility of letting go was beyond tempting. She glanced around, searching for any form of shelter from the relentless rain. Desperate, she spotted a small awning near a café. Carmen quickened her pace, navigated through puddles, and dodged other pedestrians, her legs crossing and uncrossing in a desperate attempt to hold back the impending flood. Just as she reached the haven of the café's awning, a gust of wind swept through, causing the awning to shake and raindrops to find their way under the meager shelter. Carmen jumped to the side, avoiding the cascading water, but her momentary relief was short-lived. An unsuspecting pedestrian passing by accidentally splashed a wave of water from a nearby puddle, drenching Carmen once again. She let out a frustrated groan, feeling the pressure inside her rise with every sodden step. In a last-ditch effort, Carmen spotted a nearby park. Hope surged within her as she spotted the serenity of a public restroom. However, just as she arrived at the park's entrance, she noticed a sign reading, "Park closed due to maintenance." Her heart sank, and she contemplated the absurdity of her situation. Carmen trudged onward, rain still pouring mercilessly, her clothes clinging even tighter to her body. She was going through rapid breathing cycles – Inhale, hold, exhale. Her thoughts became increasingly delirious as she imagined the raindrops mocking her plight, forming tiny little caricatures of toilets, and laughter echoed in her mind. There were quite a few residential buildings in the block. “I can’t do this any more, I must ask for help!” She thought and started inching towards one of the blocks. Hardly a few feet away from the gate, a Rottweiler charged towards her. Scared for her life, Carmen sprinted in the opposite direction, her bladder being thrown into a frenzy of movements. With her spirits dampened (both literally and figuratively), Carmen continued her waterlogged journey home. “Walking on egg shells is easier than this”, she thought while balancing between containing the flood and the slippery ground. Key Conundrum: When Carmen approached the final turn towards her house, her need to relieve herself reached its peak. She decided to take the keys out in advance, to save precious seconds. She fumbled through her bag in a panic, desperately searching for her house keys. Her bladder behaved like an animal trying to free itself out of a cage. With trembling hands, she pulled out a keyring and was about to insert the key into the lock when, in a moment of sheer misfortune, it slipped from her grasp and plummeted into the open sewer drain by the roadside. Carmen's eyes widened in disbelief, “NOOOOOOOOO!”, She screamed. Her mind raced with frantic thoughts as she contemplated her options, all while doing her a frantic pee dance. She was now faced with the excruciating reality that she couldn't enter her own home until a locksmith arrived. When she took her phone out to dial a lock smith, it ran out of battery. “Damn you!” Carmen slammed the phone on the pavement. In a blink of an eye the screen shattered into a million pieces. Not wanting to expose herself to the pouring rain any longer, Carmen quickly sought refuge in her neighbour’s house. She rushed over, knocking on the door with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. Her legs tightly glued to each other, white knuckled fists on the side of her body and her lady muscles burning. It felt like she was not holding pee but molten lava inside her. The neighbour, a kind-hearted soul, opened the door and invited her in, oblivious to the frantic bathroom situation unfolding. Upon her request the neighbour called in for a locksmith. Neighbours Nicety: As Carmen stepped inside the neighbour's house, her eyes locked onto the bathroom door like a magnet drawn to its metallic allure. The door taunted her, its mere presence exacerbating her already torturous predicament. She fought the urge to sprint towards it, reminding herself that propriety and societal norms demanded she maintained a facade of composure. "Oh, the sweet relief that lay just beyond that door," Carmen thought, her mind consumed by the thought of finally releasing the torrent that threatened to burst forth from her bladder. But asking for the bathroom then, after already imposing on her neighbour’s hospitality, seemed like an impossible feat. How could she casually admit that she had been holding on for dear life? Carmen attempted to act nonchalant, the neighbour kindly offered her a cup of tea, unknowingly adding fuel to Carmen's internal struggle. She accepted with a gracious smile, all the while battling the primal urge to snatch the cup and chug it down like a parched traveller in a desert oasis. Each sip of the hot tea, once a comforting pleasure, now felt like a cruel joke. Every drop cascaded down her throat, further fuelling the ocean of liquid within her, causing her to squirm in her seat, desperately trying to maintain an illusion of normalcy. Carmen's mind became a battleground of conflicting desires. On one side, her manners and social graces, desperately trying to hold her composure. On the other, her unruly bodily functions, demanding urgent attention with an intensity that could no longer be ignored. She clutched the tea cup, her fingers trembling, her knuckles turning white. The neighbour carried on with casual conversation, oblivious to the epic struggle playing out within Carmen's body. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep her gaze from drifting back to the bathroom door, which seemed to mock her with each passing moment. Thoughts raced through Carmen's mind as she contemplated the absurdity of the situation. How did a simple act of nature turn into a Herculean trial? She internally debated the pros and cons of embarrassing herself versus maintaining a facade of poise. In the end, her dignity prevailed, and she stifled the urge to request a visit to the bathroom. As time inched forward, Carmen's discomfort became palpable. Her movements became more fidgety, her attempts at casual conversation punctuated by awkward pauses. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, as if her body was attempting to create its own rainstorm. To add to her horror, she noticed the neighbour’s mischievous kid engrossed in a comedy TV program. To her dismay, the main female lead in the show was also enduring a hilarious struggle, desperately needing to pee. The scene played out on the television screen, with the actress contorting her face in agony and ultimately succumbing to an unscripted accident, wetting herself to the uproarious laughter of the studio audience. The sight sent Carmen into a frenzy of mixed emotions. On one hand, she sympathized with the character's plight, knowing all too well the unbearable torment of a full bladder. On the other hand, the comedic timing couldn't be worse, as it only served to remind her of her own precarious situation. She was on the last reserves of her strength and it was a ‘Do or die’ moment. “Do you mind if I use your B-bathroom? I kinda need to d-dry myself...” Carmen slowly crossed her legs, proud of herself for coming up with such an excuse “Oh I understand. Wait I will get you a towel to dry yourself”, the neighbour misunderstood her request. “No, I mean, I really need to...” Before she child complete her request, the neighbour handed over the towel to her. Carmen blew up her only chance to relieve herself. If only she could swallow her pride and admit her eye wateringly intense need to release the lake inside her. Her thoughts were consumed by the pressing matter at hand, her bladder reaching a level of fullness that defied the laws of physics. She clenched her butt muscles, her core, held her breath and curled her toes – everything that she could do somehow just contain her pee. It was like the last few minutes of a dam which had been cracking. And then, the sound of a van pulling up outside announced the arrival of the locksmith—an hour later than expected. Her hopes of finding sweet release shot up again, and she found herself trapped in the maddening limbo between urgency and the risk of wetting herself if she tried to even part her legs. Her face contorted in a grotesque battle of warring expressions—a delicate dance of pain and desperation, disguised by a smile and polite conversation. Carmen's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flickering towards the door, but she quickly composed herself, determined not to appear rude or impolite. She profusely thanked the neighbour for her help and waddled towards her house. Drops of pee at her lips of her vagina. Her silhouette more like a pregnant lady. Her movement like someone in an earthquake. Her hope for salvation rested with the locksmith, a savior sent to free her from her bathroom-induced torment. She prayed silently, sending out a telepathic message urging the locksmith to work with the speed of a thousand cheetahs, for every second spent unlocking the door felt like an eons. The click-clacks of his tools were music to her ears, building an epic cinematic climax. Every time he kept one tool Carmen’s eyes would light up thinking that he is done, but then he will. Immediately pick another one. He worked diligently to open the door with Carmen's nearly climbing the wall in desperation. She fidgeted uncontrollably standing behind him. Every twitch of his finger reverberated through her body, heightening her anticipation while simultaneously torturing her with a prolonged wait. She stole glances at the bathroom door from the window, her longing intensifying with each passing moment. But the social constraints and her own pride prevented her from confessing her dire need to the locksmith or anyone else in the vicinity. She battled with her inner demons, mentally urging the locksmith to pick up the pace and grant her the sweet relief she so desperately craved. Finally, as if sensing her near-breaking point, the locksmith triumphantly completed his task, turning the lock and granting Carmen access to her long-awaited sanctuary. “OH YOU FUCKING GENIOUS OF A MAN! I COULD KISS YOU RIGHT NOW!” Carmen screamed with happiness, almost squatting down with her doubly crossed legs. The locksmith quizzically looked at her. She realized that she blurted out too much and tried to stand up quickly, teetering on the precipice of liberation. Every fibre in her body was screaming for release, yet she forced herself to remain composed, resisting the urge to rush towards the bathroom. With a mix of relief, frustration, and a hint of comic irony, Carmen politely thanked the locksmith, cleared his payment, mustering every ounce of strength to maintain her composure. She walked with measured steps, fighting against her body's demands, and closed the bathroom door behind her. Those were her final steps just like an injured protagonist inching towards his victory. Outburst: The clock chimed 2am. 19 hours and countless drinks later, Carmen finally reached her bathroom. The tantalizing relief was just within her grasp, yet her tightly-clinging business suit and eye-wateringly tight shapewear clung to her body like a stubborn second skin, refusing to yield to her desperate pleas for freedom. The pressure inside her had reached an unprecedented level. She could no longer stand on her own. All her energy was culminated to one and only one point in her body – her throbbing, burning pee hole. “H-how can it become so – so BIG!” Carmen shakily looked down at her bladder. With trembling hands, Carmen began the arduous task of removing her constricting attire, one agonizing piece at a time. She tugged and pulled, her face contorted. The clothes seemed to taunt her, clinging tenaciously as if they were designed by a mischievous fashion sadist. Her fingers slipped and slid, struggling against the unforgiving fabric that refused to yield. The buttons of her shirt, even though strained due to the tightness refused to budge. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, a testament to the physical and mental exertion she endured in her battle against her own wardrobe. Her breaths came in short gasps, each one a desperate plea for release. The struggle became a battle of wills as Carmen's determination to free herself clashed with the garments' stubborn resistance. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she fought against the unyielding fabric, her face a canvas of both determination and anguish. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as Carmen fought against her stubborn garments. She doubled over, clutching at her abdomen, her legs crossed tightly in a futile attempt to maintain control. She danced in place, her movements an awkward combination of desperation and discomfort, as if performing a private, agonizing ballet. Her toes curled and uncurled in rhythm with her internal struggle, a silent symphony of torment. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears of frustration and physical strain. The pressure within her reached an unbearable level, pushing her to the brink of collapse. 15 minutes passed and Carmen could only manage to get rid of her sweaty shirt. The tight pant still remained resolute. A fine layer of sweat made it stick to her skin. On the other hand, her bladder was bombarding her urethra like torpedoes. “Enough is enough!” Carmen screamed and cut away her trousers with a scissors and broke free of its demonic grip. Her tight shapewear, which now contained a lake of sweat in itself met the same fate as the trouser. Carmen managed to free herself from the clutches of her unforgiving attire. She stood before the mirror, breathless and dishevelled, her body shivering with an intensity of a seizure. As Carmen pulled away the torn layer of the shapewear away from her body, sweat accumulated inside it came splattering down on the floor. And that was the final nail in the coffin. That triggered millions of neurons in her brain to misfire and take it as a signal to release the flood. In a moment that felt both tragic and strangely therapeutic, her body surrendered to the unstoppable force within. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs no longer able to bear the weight of the pressure. She crossed them tightly, desperately trying to hold on, but it was a losing battle. She jammed her hands in her crotch and clasped them as tightly as she could. Nothing worked – nothing could stop the outburst any longer. Liters of pee tightly confined in her tiny bladder came out vengefully through the fabric of her undies, the gap between her fingers, gurgling down her milky thighs, now reddened with strain. The warm sensation of pee was comforting and arousing both at the same time. It was like a forbidden pleasure. The pressure of the torrent was so much that it passed vibrations though her clit, making her moan. Her face was awash with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming relief. Carmen finally succumbed to the inevitable and simply collapsed on the floor, her tired sphincter muscles, releasing the floodgates of pent-up tension. Her body, no longer able to contain the sheer force of nature, gave in to the merciless call of relief. The sound of her strong hiss filled the bathroom. A three feet wide puddle formed around her, emanating steam. It was a moment of both humiliation and liberation, a testament of her unshakeable willpower which made her fight with her bladder’s incessant demands, before yielding to the basic needs of the human body. A tear fell from her eyes and her lips trembled. There was a lump in her throat as she lay in her own puddle, defeated. “Next time, I won’t let my bladder win”, she whispered to herself. - - - The End - - -
Desperate Lilith This story is loosely based on Diablo 4 and the arc of Lilith. I had an absolute blast writing it. Though I decided to give Lilith a more <ahem> appropriate look, fitting with the story. Enjoy! Return from Void After a perilous quest the adventurers reached the tomb of Lilith. They were too blinded in their quest of gold, to pay any heed to the warnings of the scholar. When they entered the tomb, Elias wasted no time and pinned them against the walls using his telekinetic strength. Three bound and terrified individuals wept before him, their pleading eyes reflecting their desperation. Their muffled screams filled the chamber, but they were mere offerings to the darkness that Elias sought to unleash. With trembling hands, Elias raised a wickedly sharp crystal above his head and chanted those unholy words. Within a flash, the bodies of the three individuals started melting. In the midst of the growing darkness, a swirling vortex of their blood materialized at the centre of the circle. Shadows writhed and twisted, coalescing into a figure of absolute terror. And there she stood, Lilith, the fallen queen, emerging from the void with an aura of malevolence. Lilith's beauty was deceptive, her visage a delicate balance between allure and horror. Her porcelain skin was as pale as death itself, fiery crimson hair and huge deadly locks of horns cascaded around her like molten lava, framing her sharp, seductive features. Her eyes, two pools of darkness, held an ancient wisdom and a hunger for power that pierced through the soul. Her form was sinuous and ethereal, clad in scanty layers of flowing garments that barely left anything to imagination. A cage like corset clinched her waist tight, giving her the perfect hour-glass shape. Her long legs appeared from underneath the tight draping of her nether. It was a complex arrangement of clothes locked and sewn with the corset, something which would prove to be a great hindrance should she need to relieve herself. A sinister smile played upon her lips, revealing razor-sharp teeth. Shadows clung to her, shifting, and undulating with a life of their own. Her presence exuded a palpable aura of fear and domination, an unmistakable sign that chaos and devastation were soon to follow. The Vial of Power The moment Lilith stepped down on the floor, she collapsed. She looked at her own hands with anger in her eyes. “The void has made me weak; I must regain my strength if I am to claim the sanctuary.” “Mother, I could only offer you three weaklings to bring you back. But I have a potion that is made of the sanctuary’s strongest females’ blood and water!” Elias offered a vial containing glowing yellow liquid to Lilith and bowed to her. “This devotion of yours will be rewarded generously.” Lilith swiftly drank the liquid from the vial. In a flash, Lilith started transforming. Her hair grew longer, horns thicker and sharper, eyes lit up with a fierce red glow. Her breasts pumped up and threatened to burst out of the little cups of her dress. Her waist and hips got fuller, pushing against the tight confines of her golden corset. Elias watched in astonishment as she levitated above the ground casting a long ominous shadow. There was one more thing that Elias wanted to tell Lilith. “Mother, there is something you must know, before you go out to conquer the sanctuary!” Elias said with a low pleading voice breaking Lilith’s moment. “Yes, my child . . .Tell me . . . Everything” Lilith bent over and whispered into his ear. “The vial though bestows immense power to the bearer”, Elias gulped down his throat. “It. . . It comes with its own challenges” “I have survived in the void. . . What can possibly be a challenge for me?” “The potion is known to ravages the bladder of the bearer. It sends a flood of all the filthy piss, swifter than you can imagine. This was done to prevent anyone from becoming too powerful”. Lilith frowned, “How dare you think so small of me. I am the daughter of hatred . . . the mother of Nephalem! And you think, I cannot hold my flood back as if I am a mere mortal! I am immune and above such trivialities.” “Of course, my mother!” His eyes fell on her wasp thin waist, clasped tightly under her cage-like golden corset. From underneath the corset, a faint flow came from her belly. His lips trembled as he realized the potion had already started showing its effect. But he froze in place, as Lilith ran her sharp nails over his pale cheeks, making him bleed. Elias mustered courage to speak again, “Mother. Save us from the Eternal conflict. Save the sanctuary from the High Heavens and Burning Hells!” “I am not here to save. I am here to empower.” A cunning smile formed on her lips, “Pushing me into the void was Inarius’s weakness. He could bring himself to end me - a weakness that will cost dearly to the heavens and the hells. I must reach the Cathedral and find out where have they hidden the keys to hell! Once I get the key I will make a deal with Astaroth with an offer he simply can’t refuse.” The Cathedral of Control It was a long journey through the frigid regions of the Fractured peaks. The wind was cold and the flakes sharp enough to cut through steel. Her strong presence was felt across the sanctuary and soon defenders arrived to stop her. At the same time, the cultists who worshipped her came to fight for her and slaughtered the guardians. “My children are here with me, and I make a promise to you all that we shall destroy the eternal conflict forever!” There was a huge uproar and soon the word spread in the sanctuary that the demon queen had returned. Lilith savoured on the flesh of the dead and drank their gore, satiating her decade long hunger and thirst. Hours were spent by her in slaying her opposers and renegades. Elias came running to her. He was shocked to see Lilith drinking blood from each of the dead. “Mother, I beg you not to drink so hastily. It will add to your. . .” Lilith scowled at him with rage in her eyes. “Don’t you dare!” “I’m sorry Mother. I bear some news, that a girl named Neyrelle, and her partner Wanderer have set out on a journey to find the keys to hell as well. As we speak they are trying to reach the Cathedral of Light. Neyrelle is the daughter of Vhenard, who knows the ancient runes, has read the old texts, and has profound knowledge about Horadrim. She is a force to be reckoned with.” Elias emphasized. Pangs occurred in her belly as the combination of the blood she drank, and the potion started to show its effects. A frown appeared on Lilith’s face as she felt the power and pressure within herself grow. “In that case, lets pay the Cathedral a visit, long overdue.” Lilith rose from her place, clenching her muscles. “Still under control” She thought to herself and started on her way to the Cathedral. The hallowed halls were going to witness to an epic struggle of a different kind today. Inside its confines, the formidable demon queen Lilith hid in the shadows, wrestling her rapidly filling bladder. It was no less than a demon, one that clawed and gnawed at her from within. Lilith's normally graceful silhouette cut a discordant figure against the grand entrance. Her striking crimson cloak flowed with an urgency that echoed the tumultuous waves of desperation coursing through her body. Her eyes, usually blazing with embers of command, flickered with a strained hardness. Merely six hours into the sanctuary and yet her incredibly strong self was locked in a brutal tug of war with her body's incessant demand for relief and the greater cause. Ultimately she silenced her bodily desire, “I am not going to look out for any relief. I must act to get the keys to hell”. The towering sanctuary of the cathedral loomed before her as she located the high priestess. A curvy figure swathed in authority, the gatekeeper of the coveted knowledge. The woman's defiance lit a fierce spark in Lilith, the flames further fanned by the torturous pressure within her. "I see you keep guard of the forbidden knowledge. Speak of the key, where is it hidden?” Her demand ripped through the silent cathedral like a thunderclap, echoing gloomily against the cold stone walls. The priestess refused. “I denounce you demon! You shall never have the key to Hell!” Her refusal fanned the inferno within Lilith, her frustration mounting with each passing second. “You shall not?” Lilith came closer to the priestess and lifted her by her collar. “I will not yield!” the priestess defiantly countered, despite the tightening grip of Lilith. Lilith's fuse was perilously short. A significant amount of piss resided in Lilith’s bladder bothering her control. Each word, each confrontation was a punch to her straining bladder, a silent, torturous battle masked by the drama unfolding. Her desperation was taking a serious toll on her ability to mind-control the priestess. “Hold it Lilith. You cannot let the Priestess win.” Lilith said to herself and let go of the priestess, making her fall on the floor with a thud. She took a deep breath and tapped into her demonic aura. She loomed ominously over the frail priestess, her eyes flaring menacingly. But beneath the intimidating façade, her body trembled from the rapidly growing need for relief. An unintended wince crossed her face, quickly replaced by a forced snarl. Despite her scary stance, the stubborn resistance of the priestess was more than Lilith could bear. Lilith squeezed herself tighter and looked into the soul of the priestess to find something shocking. The priestess was herself desperate for a relief, almost at the end of her tether. “I see that you are struggling to contain yourself.” Lilith smiled devilishly. “Give me the location and I shall spare your dignity.” The priestess suddenly felt her desperation rise rapidly. She shoved her hand in her crotch. Finally, the priestess crumbled under the weight of Lilith's will and revealed to her that the key was in the cave near lake Yasama. “Now you may have you relief!” Lilith made the priestess wet herself. A huge puddle formed around the priestess making Lilith wince. “Your kind has become weak. I am holding more waters than you can ever imagine, but I shall not piss, not until the time is right.” Lilith whispered. “No, you demon! You will meet the same fate as mine.” The priestess sobbed. Lilith smirked and tore away from the cathedral. The words of the priestess echoed in her ears as she hurriedly scuffled out of cavernous space. Her usual graceful strides were replaced by a hurried, stiff-legged pace. Even though Lilith boasted of her impeccable strength, a considerable amount was being consumed by her increasing need to pee. “I never thought I could ever get desperate for a piss!” Lilith swore herself. “Perhaps, now that I know where the keys are, I can find somewhere secluded to relieve myself!” As Lilith stepped out in the cold, a raven suddenly appeared. It was Elias’s. “Mother, Neyrelle and the Wanderer are closing in. In the village Yasama you will find the old lady Vhenard, who is also the mother of Neyrelle. Only she can help you cross the lake.” “I know what I have to do. Now, fly away from here.” Lilith commanded. Her hopes of finding relief were dashed. With the daunting journey to the next village, Yasama, looming ahead, she felt the knot of dread tighten in her stomach. But she refused to capitulate. She was in a fight, not just for the keys, but for her command over Sanctuary. Her need to piss came secondary. The Entrance to Yasama “All this pounding pressure is taking too much power from me. I am getting slow!” Lilith thought as she navigated her way to the little village of Yasama. Soon she was stood at the horizon, scanning for any potential places she could quickly sneak to. For Lilith, the formidable demon queen, it was not a destination, but a gauntlet to cross. Her body screamed for mercy. The diuretic potion was pumping piss inside her bladder like a waterfall. Her bulge pushing against the tight metallic corset. Every breath of hers, intensified her burning need to pee, the most primal of human urges. It was a brutal reminder of her mortal shell. But the day was unyielding, and so was she. “There is a place I shall use to unleash my waters. No one will ever know.” Lilith had hopes in her eyes as she spotted a secluded patch surrounded by dense tress. As she approached the spot of the village, the ground rumbled beneath her, the silent afternoon shattered by the charging ranks of defenders. Yasama was prepared, but Lilith was ready too. “If you stop me now, you are going to bear the brunt of my desperation!” In her mind, the need to relieve herself and the need to fight fused into a single, potent desire for victory. The first defender lunged at her, a brutish figure with a snarling face, his raised weapon glinting menacingly in the dim light. Lilith deflected his blow, striking back with a ferocity that matched the intensity of her tormenting urge. She danced through the battlefield, her movements precise yet urgent, the strain apparent in her strained breaths. Each clash echoed the silent symphony of her desperation, a wordless aria that only she could hear. More defenders swarmed her, their numbers unending. Each blow she blocked, every dodge, every twist, was a calculated risk, a daring dance between maintaining her control and asserting her dominance. Every jarring impact was a cruel reminder of the war waging within her, each victorious takedown a bitter triumph. But amidst the chaos, she felt a growing wave of frustration — the battle outside was relentless and so was the one inside. Every aggressive movement, every flex of her muscle, her internal pressure soared, a dam straining to its limits. Despite killing hundreds of the defenders, they kept coming. Lilith had enough. She steeled herself and summoned an inner strength even she didn't know she possessed. Her eyes glowed brighter than ever. The veins under her skin glowed red just like her bladder. Then, with a guttural roar that rang through the village, she unleashed her most potent spell. A red flaming wave of fiery destruction tore through the ranks of defenders, the ground shaking beneath her, threatening to dislodge the precariously balanced control over her bladder. The sudden exertion almost undid her. She teetered on the brink of disaster, her dignity hanging by a thread. But through sheer will, she held on, the sensation a biting, vicious entity within her, a devil more real than any she'd encountered. As the dust settled and the last defender fell, Lilith spotted the figure of Vhenard across the battlefield. The old villager stood on the edge of the forbidden lake, her frail frame trembling in the aftermath of the intense fight. The sight of Vhenard marked the end of one battle and the beginning of another. But it was the sight of a secluded spot near the lake that gave her a sliver of hope. Lilith’s lips trembled. The opportunity to relieve was too enticing but the risk of losing the old one was equally deterring. “Just a little longer”, Lilith assured herself. Her heart pounded underneath her sweaty breasts. Her rigid composure was on the verge of shattering, her confident facade close to breaking. She had survived a demanding battle, each second a testament to her resilience. But the evening was far from over, and her greatest challenge was yet to come. With the path to her sweet relief within sight, Lilith braced herself, drawing on the last of her strength. The Cunning Lake Lilith took careful steps towards Vhenard. The veins on her thighs told the story of her strained bladder being forced to contain itself. Her pace a gruelling march of endurance. The keys to hell were closer than ever, yet the journey to them felt longer than any she had ever undertaken. Every inch of her screamed for release, her muscles taut with exertion, but she couldn't give in, not yet. She had come too far, fought too hard, endured too much. One battle was over, another was about to begin. “You must be Vhenard, the old lady who speaks to the lake. I need you to open the way to the cave in exchange of your daughter’s life!” Lilith spoke, her words ending in strain. “I - I will not give in to your demands. You killed the entire village.” Vhenard sobbed. “They died at their own hands. I did not want to kill them, but they chose to attack me.” Lilith slowly rested her hand on Vhenard’s head. “Like, I don’t intend to kill your gullible daughter, Neyrelle. If you join my side, your daughter will be safe.” With one twirl of her finger, Lilith showed Vhenard a vision, where she and Neyrelle were away from the abyss in a happy land. Lilith knew very well that the fear of death of the loved ones always melted humans, and she used the same bait to bend Vhenard to her wishes. She finally gave in to Lilith’s demonic aura. Lilith signalled her to begin while standing right behind her. What she didn’t want Vhenard to know was that beneath her impenetrable exterior, she was grappling with a situation so bizarre it was almost insulting. Her bladder was teetering on the edge of open rebellion. Her vanity-chosen corset was regretfully turning into a torture device. It bit into her midsection, each stitch adding to the urgency of her discomfort. Despite being the queen of succubi, daughter of hatred, Lilith couldn’t comprehend how she still felt weak like a normal human just after holding her pee for 15 hours. Needless to say, drinking the blood of so many humans, seeing the priestess wet herself and enduring a physically taxing battle with the defenders was proving too much for her. "The illustrious life of a demon queen," she scoffed, an internal eyeroll accentuating her sentiment, "the mightiest of them all, now at the mercy of her own damned bladder." Yet, Lilith would not utter a word for help. Her reputation for being the deadliest would be destroyed if anyone saw her rushing for a pee. It was her mission, a time-bound quest that was constantly shrinking. Even though Lilith was getting antsy she could not bring herself to ask Vhenard for a privy. She chose to endure. She kept her form stiff, her gaze piercing, her mind bouncing between self-encouragement and bouts of self-reproach. "Hold it together, Lilith," she hissed between clenched teeth, "you can endure this. You've braved worse than a... a rebellious bladder!" With each languid syllable that fell from Vhenard's lips, Lilith's felt a drop of piss getting added into her bladder. The woman chanted in slow, undulating waves, her tremulous hands weaving complex figures in the air. To Lilith's fevered mind, she might as well have been reciting an endless lullaby. A frenzied rhythm began to tap from Lilith's foot, her fingers coiling into tighter knots. "What is this woman waiting for, the apocalypse?" Lilith groaned, the edge of her teeth grinding together. Uncharacteristic jittery movements began to replace her usual composed strides. The pressure was ballooning, and with it, her irritation. Vhenard, blissfully unaware of the looming disaster, continued her infuriatingly slow incantations. Lilith was a hair's breadth away from hurling the dawdling woman into the water and braving the lake herself, potential curses be damned. But before she could do so, Vhenard extended her hand towards Lilith, startling her. “Please give me your hand my lady. . . The lake wants to know about your greatest fear. It will test your willpower before it allows you to cross it”. “How will a lake test my willpower?” “You shall see. . .” “I am Lilith, I fear nothing. I only pity how it is to be weak like your kind!” She scowled and placed her hand in Vhenard’s. Vhenard’s touch was gentle, but it sent a shockwave through her, as if she could sense Lilith’s tumultuous inner turmoil. Her eyes narrowed as she inhaled sharply, a revelation dawning on her. "You're on the brink, aren't you?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her voice. "You need to... relieve yourself." Lilith jerked her hand away, her cheeks heating in indignation. "I will not piss in front of a mere mortal" she snapped, her desperation morphing into anger. But the truth was, Vhenard had hit the nail on the head, Lilith’s worst fear was indeed losing control, and it was uncomfortably close to becoming a reality. Lilith’s body was in full revolt, demanding attention with increasing intensity, like an angry deity craving appeasement. Her heart pounded in sync with her throbbing bladder. The normally calm, collected Lilith was a picture of barely contained desperation, her plight heightened by the daunting task at hand, which was to stand still. Turning to the lake, Vhenard conveyed Lilith's state, despite her vehement objections. The lake responded with a glimmering ripple, a mischievous glint that reflected off its tranquil surface and whispered to Vhenard. “If Lilith is to be granted passage, she must show that she deserves it by enduring a greater challenge, a test of willpower,” Vhenard conveyed it to Lilith plainly. As if on cue, a sudden surge of pressure gripped Lilith, her bladder shrieking in protest. It was as if the lake had physically squeezed her, tightening its cruel grip on her body. Within a flash, she collapsed on the ground, a crushing weight inside her bladder pulled her down. Her desperation shot up to levels beyond her imagination. She closed her fists tight and curled on the floor. Piss threatened to explode from her floodgates, which she was fighting hard to deny. A gasp escaped her lips as she clamped her lower muscles with every bit of strength she had left. The fullness was unbearable, her desperation peaking to new, uncharted heights. Yet, in spite of the intense torment wracking her body, Lilith didn't give up. She gritted her teeth together, her knuckles turning white as she balled her fists at her sides. Her body quivered with the monumental effort it took to hold on, a testament to her struggle. "There is no turning back now, Lilith," Vhenard cautioned. "If you want to make it to the other side my lady, you must bear more and more pressure." Lilith gulped down her throat as she straightened herself and stood back up. Her leg muscles cramped with every breath. Her resolve was unwavering. This was a test of her endurance, and she was hell-bent on passing it. “I d-don’t need to pee.” she whispered more to herself, her voice thick with determination, her red eyes glistening with grit. Every step into the shimmering water was a herculean task, each ripple of the lake sending a corresponding ripple of torment through her body. She could feel the lake probing her will, testing her mettle with each agonizing moment. "You're not going to make it," a small voice inside her head hissed, but Lilith sternly silenced it. She couldn't allow herself to falter, not now, not when she was so close. Against all odds, she made it across the mystical lake. The final step onto the shore felt like the greatest victory she had ever tasted. Her legs were shaking, her body threatening to give up on her, but the sheer relief of having completed the task held her upright. Every drop of her once unshakeable willpower was summoned to maintain her composure, her visage, but the strain was palpable. “If the lake demands that I need to sacrifice my comfort, then I will!” It was impossible, Lilith knew it deep down in her heart. She just couldn’t bring herself to admit it. In fact, she could almost visualize it, the serene release and the fleeting sense of peace that would come with it. The thought was both torturous and tantalizing, a dream within sight but just out of reach. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. With each successive step, the wet slaps of water against stone seemed louder, more pronounced. The lake's surface, once a picture of tranquil beauty, now felt like an adversary. It was a cruel irony that the very element that symbolized relief was also intensifying her anguish. After an eternity of baby steps, the moment she was safe on the other side, Lilith rushed towards the nearest shrubbery, out of Vhenard’s line of sight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she finally, prepared to give herself the relief she so desperately craved. She was victorious. She had proved her worth to the lake, to Vhenard, but most importantly, to herself. The formidable Lilith had not been bested, not even by her own body. With a shuddering body Lilith rushed to unclasp her intricate and complex lock of the corset, just when she heard the voice of Neyrelle and Wanderer from the other side of the lake. “FUCK!” Lilith yelled and hastily walked towards the cave. After forcing open the doors with her shaking legs, she found the keys to hell. Within a blink of an eye, she broke the protection spell around it and grabbed the key. A massive surge of power ran through her body making her even more vulnerable to pissing herself. Despite having Godly powers, holding her pee for a day was still a tough job for her. More than rushing to the hell, she yearned to unleash the lake inside her. This mere thought almost opened her floodgates. “Did I just leak?”, Lilith quickly shoved her hand in the crotch, but she was still dry. Her quivering lips under the tight underwear draping, somehow remained corked up. Her eyes suddenly fell on the privy. Her eyes welled up with happiness. Relief was just a few steps away. But with her first step towards it, a creaking noise echoed through the cave. Alas! Neyrelle and Wanderer had crossed the lake and barged into the cave, astonishingly fast. Lilith was not in a position to fight with the duo. “I might flood this cave if I try to fight!” She cast a last longing glance at the door of the privy and decided to escape through the secret pathway, known only to her. Deal or Delays with Astaroth Coming out from the wicked cave, Lilith found herself waddling on her way to the Cathedral of Hatred. It was a long murky path. Each step was a stab in her bladder. To make the matters worse, Neyrelle and Wanderer were on her tail. “This is getting out of hands now. That cursed potion – Why did you drink it you foolish Lilith!” She talked to herself as inched towards the hell barrier, inadvertently trying to loosen her corset buckles. Her boulder like bladder needed all and every room possible but the corset just didn’t cooperate with her sweaty sliding fingers. “Then these tight, complex drapes of cloth.” Lilith cursed herself again. Stripping out of her clothes would need considerable time, a luxury which she couldn’t afford. With nerves frayed and desperation clawing at her sanity, somehow reached the barrier and was welcomed with a bright orange glow from the mighty coming from a stone. Lilith held her breath and clenched herself harder. She needed both hands to pull out the stone. Her bladder not happy with the decision suddenly contracted hard. She almost collapsed on the ground but didn’t give in. With all her might, she pulled out the stone, sending a hammer wave of desperation across her body. She double crossed her legs as the the stone pulsed, a heartbeat within a heart of rock. The visage of Astaroth shimmered into view, a twisted shadow within the stone’s heart. His grin was all sharp teeth and malevolent promise. Lilith trembled and held the stone tightly. It wasn't the spectral gloom of the stone that made her tremble, nor was it the ominous, nether worldly aura the stone radiated. No, it was a far more mortal and undignified reason - the overwhelming force that was hitting her pee hole from inside. The demon mead she had drunk earlier in the day was pressing against her insides with unrelenting force. Her wasp-thin corset still on without a single buckle unhooked. It was acting as a merciless tormentor. But Lilith was nothing if not resilient. Masking her bodily agony with a veneer of demonic regality, she tried to maintain a façade of normalcy. “Astaroth,” Lilith’s voice was as cold and commanding as ever, even as the strain tugged at the edges of her tone. “I need you to open the barrier to hell immediately. In exchange, I offer you your freedom." An unholy chuckle echoed within her mind, a crackling fire in the midst of an icy lake. "Lilith, always straight to business. But my freedom comes at a price higher than just a mere safe passage to hell." A deep breath steeled her resolve. She clenched her jaw and kept her gaze focused on the stone, ignoring the torturous twinge in her lower abdomen. Every passing moment brought her closer to breaking point. It was a race against time, one she was on the verge of losing. "What do you want, Astaroth?" she growled, her fingers gripping the stone tighter. "Freedom alone will not suffice. Bring me, Donan and Yorim. They owe me suffering.” A chill skittered up Lilith's spine, not born of fear, but of frustration. This new demand was a cruel curveball. Donan and Yorim were not easily found or persuaded, and every second spent seeking them was another second added to her physical torment. A surge of desperation made her eyes water, the strain threatening to shatter her hard-won composure. She was hanging on by a thread, a thin, frayed thread of endurance that was close to snapping. She could feel her control slipping, like sand seeping through clenched fingers. With a strangled sigh, Lilith managed to keep her voice steady, though the strain was evident. "Astaroth. If you open the barrier now I will free you immediately. . .I need to go inside very urgently.” “Do you need to take a piss Lilith? Have you gone down to such lows that you can’t even resist containing your waters?”, Astaroth's laugh echoed, his shadowy form flickering like a torch in the wind. Lilith stood tall, her every muscle strained to the point of breaking. “Careful Astaroth, I might need to ease myself but nothing that I cannot manage. I shall return with Yorim and Donan.” She tried to save her dignity and quickly turned around to leave. The ordeal was far from over. Somewhere in her mind, the mission of entering the hell was replaced by to finding a relief, long time ago. The ticking time bomb within her added an extra layer of tension, urgency, and desperation to her quest. Her ordeal simply refused to come to an end. Lilith’s Downfall Lilith, the formidable demon queen, stumbled into the rustic village of Yorim, her body aching from the merciless strain of her prolonged predicament. Her tall, imposing figure was bent, a subtle, almost imperceptible stoop in her otherwise rigid posture. Every nerve, every sinew in her body was shrieking for release, a crescendoing plea that echoed ominously in the confines of her mind. Her control over the call of nature wavering like an unstable pendulum. The consequences of failure rang clear in her mind; her hard-earned command over the Sanctuary would crumble. Her powers of seduction, manipulation, and mind-control would dissipate like smoke in the wind, rendering her incapable of securing her precious passage to hell from Astaroth. With her bladder verging on the edge of catastrophe, Lilith forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. Each step she took sent tremors of discomfort rocketing through her. Her usually elegant stride was replaced by an awkward waddle, her knees pressed tightly together, every ounce of her concentration devoted to maintaining a semblance of control. The desperation etched on her face was skilfully masked with an icy, commanding façade, but beneath it, her eyes flickered with panic. She was teetering dangerously on the brink, her every heartbeat a ticking time bomb pushing her closer to an impending disaster. The corset, a cursed piece of fashion, was cinched tightly around her waist, squeezing her already strained bladder to an excruciating point. She could feel the devastating urge growing with each passing second, her body demanding relief that she could not afford. As she approached her destination, her desperate need to relieve herself was like a second heartbeat, drumming away in sync with her pulse. The private chamber of Yorim lay ahead, a task she would usually approach with confidence and poise. Today, however, it loomed ominously like a towering mountain, each step closer akin to a painful ascent. The pressure in her bladder was crippling, a constant reminder of the long-held, unbearable need. Every fibre of her being screamed for a release that was so desperately sought after, yet painfully elusive. Her lower abdomen was full to the brim, the corset she wore amplifying her discomfort tenfold. Drawing in a shaky breath, she cautiously opened the door to his chamber. Her eyes, usually gleaming with determination, were wide and desperate, darting immediately to the privy at the far end. It was so close, yet an unattainable sanctuary. The sight of it hit her like a punch in the gut. A surge of desperation washed over her, the sight of the privy igniting a heightened sense of urgency within her. The wooden door of the small room was tormenting her, a cruel mirage of sweet relief. Her thoughts wavered as she imagined the relief that awaited her, the pressure being released in one heavenly moment. But each thought only amplified her desperate need. She fantasized about abandoning her mission, casting aside her dignity, and rushing to the privy. It was an enticing vision – a forbidden fruit that she so desired yet could not reach. But she steeled herself, reminding her of the stakes. She imagined the cool stone beneath her, the relief washing over her in waves. But each imagined sigh of relief only served to intensify her actual discomfort. It was a mental tug-of-war, a battle of willpower. A single thought, a single step towards the privy could spell her doom. She was dancing on the edge of disaster, the tightrope she was balancing on growing thinner with every passing second. It took every shred of her willpower to push the enticing thought away and focus on Yorim. Shuffling closer to him, she forced a sultry smile onto her face. Her voice, usually smooth and enticing, wavered as she began her seduction. "Yorim," she purred, her words ending in an unintended squeak of strain, "A bright lad like you w-wasting your life in pee – v-village?" Her mind was elsewhere, her sentences fragmented and nonsensical, her gaze flickering between Yorim's face and the door of the privy. Every muscle in her body was screaming for release, but she couldn't let it show. She held herself tighter, trying to maintain her dignity, her desperation climbing to new, dizzying heights. "Away you devil," Yorim tried to push her back. He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "You cannot even stand still and you speak of me" "I'm fine, Yorim," she quickly retorted, her voice strained. "Yes, it’s because I need something that you have." She attempted a flirtatious giggle, but it came out as a pained grunt, earning her another questioning look from Yorim. "Lilith," Yorim finally said, looking at her in concern, "I never thought about it. . . But you are bursting at seams for the privy, isn’t it?" Lilith’s heart hammered in her chest. Yorim's words were a dagger, slicing through her pretense, laying her desperation bare. She was at her breaking point, the intensity of her desperation closing in on her. "How dare you, Yorim!" she tried to act strong, but her words came out more like a desperate whisper. Her survival now relied not on the swiftness of her words, but on the dwindling power of her control. She was ticking towards an inevitable explosion, precariously perched on the edge of disaster, teetering on the brink of absolute humiliation. Despite this, she still tried to maintain the charade with Yorim by holding him tightly by his neck. Her words were carefully chosen, her expressions painstakingly practiced. Yet, her voice carried an unmistakable tremor, her sentences breaking into stuttering fragments. The occasional quick glances towards the privy, the fidgeting, the clenching of her hands; all betrayed the fight she was putting up. Amidst the chaos, Yorim looked behind Lilith and yelled with all his might, slicing through her concentration. His words a thunderclap in her world. "The demoness is weak! Strike her. She needs to use the privy!" He yelled, pointing towards Lilith, his face contorted in both surprise and disgust. Before she could even comprehend the accusation, the chamber doors flew open to reveal the imposing figure of Donan. Anger and suspicion laced his words as he bellowed, charging toward Lilith with a vengeance. His fury was palpable, his intent clear: to free his son from her clutches. The room seemed to spin around her as he bore down on her, his fist coming at her in a blinding arc. With a grace born out of years of combat, she sidestepped, but the effort nearly shattered her control. Every move she made felt like a punch to her abdomen, her bladder crying out in distress. The mix of terror, shock and unbearable pain wreaked havoc on her hair-thin control. Donan’s second swing, however, found its target. The punch landed squarely on her midriff, right where her ballooned bladder was practically bursting at the seams. The impact of his punch combined with the bending of her corset metal acted like a tidal wave, smashing through her fortress of control. The world stood still for a horrifying moment as she felt the gates shatter, the dam breaking. Her muscles, already stretched beyond their limits, quivered. With one last effort she cast a spell to lock her muscles from blowing open the lake inside her. Her hands were brazenly shoved inside her crotch, skin glistened with sweat and legs crossed in a pretzel. Her head hung low in shame and face was scrunched up in the vain effort of holding pee, worth nearly a day. Lilith face turned blue with strain. If she exhaled she knew that the floodgates would open. It was only a matter of minutes. Lilith was cracking. Yorim and Donan watched her in awe as the villagers started gathering around her. Lilith cast a glance at them and tried her best to try a mind-control attempt. She painstakingly raised her left hand and tried to say a spell. Her cheeks were blown with the air she was holding, brows contorted. Sweat dripped from her forehead like rainwater and hands shook violently. “Looks like she wants to cast a spell on us,” Yorim whispered. “She knows if she opens her mouth, she will piss all over.” Donan taunted loudly. To add insult to the injury even Neyrell and the wanderer reached the spot. All her arch nemesis in one place. Lilith was trying everything in her power to somehow contain the gallon of piss boiling inside her. And that was it. Lilith in a fit of rage, opened her mouth to cast a spell. It was her undoing. Her last thread of control was decimated in that moment. Her efforts to retain the tidal wave within her ended in an instant, overwhelmed by the sheer force piss trying to come out. The seductive enchantress, the formidable sorceress, was finally defeated. Not by an adversary, not by a curse, but by the excruciating need that had been torturing her for nearly a day – her bladder. Her knees buckled, her body shuddered, and she lost the battle she had been valiantly fighting to win. It stated with a small trickle, a small stream and then stopped. Lilith looked up thinking that she had somehow stopped the outburst, but then another wave of piss came, powerful than ever before. A thick stream of piss erupted from her vagina despite the tightly wrapped underwear like cloth on her crotch. Litres of liquid, erupting from her like a dam . Her body finally succumbing to the pressure that had built up over the past 22 hours. She could barely stand as the force of her release almost knocked her off her feet. Her mind screaming in defeat, her dignity left in the debris of her shattered control. The sweet relief she had yearned for turned bitter in an instant, stolen away from the privacy she desperately sought. A hot, shaming wave washed over her as her body surrendered to its most basic need. It was an involuntary surrender, a release so profound that for a brief moment, she forgot everything else. The world around her went hazy, her vision blurring as her body went limp. Her desperate sobs were drowned in the cacophony of laughter that filled the room, the mocking echoes ricocheting off the stone walls. Yorim, once her prey, stood frozen in shock, while Donan roared in triumph, basking in her utter defeat. Lilith, the once proud and formidable enchantress, reduced to a spectacle of ridicule. The taste of humiliation was bitter in her mouth, a stark contrast to the relentless pressure that had finally been eased. Her legs were shaky, her entire body quaking from the undignified release and the laughter around her. The stream seemed to come to an end after a couple of minutes. Despite the throbbing humiliation, Lilith knew she couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. Gathering her tattered dignity around her like a cloak, she forced herself to stand upright. Her cheeks were flaming, the memory of her embarrassing display etched into her mind. But she was a survivor, a fighter. With a defiant glare towards Donan, she wiped her eyes, the remnants of her tears leaving a streak across her flushed cheeks. The guffaws of laughter were beginning to ebb, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. She swallowed her shame, squaring her shoulders. "You think you've won?" she asked, her voice hoarse but unwavering. “I shall return and this time you will not be so lucky!” Yorim suddenly doubled over, pointing at Lilith, his laughter ringing clear and loud. Even Donan, stern and gruff as he was, was unable to suppress his chuckles. The villagers paused for a moment and then burst into laughter again. “The Daughter of Hatred just pissed herself like a little girl and she says she wants to end the eternal conflict!” Donan couldn’t hold herself back. "Lilith, the terror of the Sanctuary," Yorim managed to gasp out between fits of laughter, "the great demon, drenched in her own desperation!" In a moment’s notice, Lilith felt another devastating wave of desperation hit her. Before she could even grab herself, gallons of liquid still kept rushing out, cascading down her legs, unhindered and uncontrollably. It was as like a torrential river unleashed. Any semblance of her dignity seemed to drain away with the warm liquid that soaked her dress. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, the fabric heavy and drenched. Her legs were soaking wet, the liquid pooling at her feet. Word of Lilith's predicament spread like wildfire, igniting fits of laughter throughout the sanctuary. The mighty Lilith, once a figure of dread and awe, had been reduced to an object of mockery. Her reputation, so meticulously built over years, was now tainted by this one embarrassing incident. She was no longer the fierce, formidable demoness. She was now Lilith, the demon who wet herself. Her aura of control and absolute power was shattered. Every laugh, every whispered joke was a blow to her once intimidating image. Her reign in the sanctuary, it seemed, had been washed away in her own flood of desperation. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but the searing embarrassment only fuelled her determination, hardening her resolve. This battle may have been lost, but she had a war to win. And for that, she would need to gather all her strength, claw back her power, and chart the next course. The quest for the keys to Hell was far from over, and her story was still being written. - - - The End - - - Edited July 4 by Rexone_312 (see edit history)
So how are we enjoying Tears of the Kingdom so far? i've been having a lot of fun. Though i will admit most of my playtime involved me screwing around in Hyrule. I've cleared the entire map, completed about 65 shrines as of writing this but I've only recently started making progress with the story and seeing the cutscenes. This short in particular takes place shortly after one of the memories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Still thinking about returning home?" Rauru asked. Zelda took her eyes off the stone for a second and eyed the Zonai King of Hyrule. "Y-Yeah....I think I'm starting to get the hang of things. But i still can't help but worry." Zelda said as she brushed her hair and looked around. Rauru noticed the strained look on her face and smiled. "Please don't push yourself princess. As Sonia said. It'll become second nature in due time." Rauru said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Zelda smiled, though Rauru couldn't help but notice how strained Zelda's expression was and how she was sweating. "How about you get some rest. I'll go get you some refreshments." Rauru said. Zelda thanked the King and watched as he walked away and disappeared into the forest she was training in. Once he was out of sight, Zelda crossed her legs and placed her hands on her thighs. In the time Zelda had spend trying to draw out her Stone's power, The tea she had drank from Sonia had began working it's way through the princess' System. And she was at a point where every step she took caused her to wince. For about an hour she had to divide her focus between keeping a hold on her bladder and using her power and she was nearing her limit. But the Castle was far away and she wasn't sure she could handle walking all the way back there. She had a distressingly close call not to long ago while trying to use her recently-discovered powers on a much larger object. Zelda hissed and looked around. Rauru was nowhere in sight now and neither were any of the guards that accompanied her on her way to the forest. Taking a deep breath, Zelda slowly made her way towards the bushes. Behind those bushes was a boulder Zelda had practiced on earlier. She hid behind the boulder and took another look around to confirm nobody was watching. Admitedly, This wasn't exactly the first time Zelda had found herself having to do her business outside. She remembered having to do so while exploring a cavern with Link not too long ago. But those experiences did very little to quell her nervousness. Once she made sure nobody was around to see her, she hiked up her archaic dress. She pulled down her panties to her knees, looked around once more and then crouched down until her butt has hovering mere inches above the grass. Despite her bladder's begging, there was a bit of hesitance before she felt comfortable. She took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. and then a powerful stream of pee came out of her most intimate area. Splattering against the grass and slowly greating a puddle that was just barely being obscured by the grass. Zelda closed her eyes and leaned her head back, she couldn't resist letting out a satisfied sigh. All the pressure and stress she felt earlier being quickly replaced by an overwhelming feeling of relief. Zelda felt so much more relaxed now, the noises of the forest added a touch of serenity to a situation that she would've found overwhelmingly awkward. She was so engulfed in her relief she failed to notice the figure creeping up on her. "Am i interrupting?" That snapped Zelda out of her relaxation and in a split second the relief was replaced with panic. She turned around to see the Queen and Founder of Hyrule looking at her. Zelda couldn't quite get a read on her facial expression but she she couldn't imagine her being happy about this. "Q-Queen Sonia! I uhh...This- .....This isn't what it looks like,i uhh...." Zelda scrambled for a excuse, trying to put an end to her stream. But she couldn't stop it. Sonia slowly approached her. Zelda covered her face, being unable to face the Queen. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! i couldn't wait...i had to......Please forgive me!" Zelda whispered hastily, unable to look at the queen. And as such, she failed to see the Queen stop next to her and reach below her own dress. She hiked it up and draped it in front of her, revealing a lack of underwear. Zelda snapped out of her thoughts when she heard some shuffling, She worked up the courage to look to her side and her eyes widened as she watched the Queen get in the same position she was. And if that didn't strike confusion into the future princess, what happened next definitely did. Sonia relaxed and a stream of urine jetted out of her own body. Splattering against the grass and adding to the wetness Zelda had created. Zelda was so in shock she hadn't registered that her own stream was coming to an end. "Q-Queen Sonia?!" "Ahhhh.....Nothing feels better than releasing it after a long day of work. Wouldn't you agree?" She said as she looked at Zelda before closing her eyes and relaxing further. "Y-You're not...i mean..." Zelda stuttered, not knowing how to respond. Sonia looked at the princess once more and smiled. "You don't have to be ashamed. When the goddesses call, you've got to answer." Sonia said as she looked at her own stream. "I too have had to hold it for long periods of time. Sometimes i barely make it back to the castle. Mastering your abilities, extensive meetings. They can be though to sit through." Sonia said. Now facing the princess once more. "And i'd be lying if i said i hadn't found myself having to sneak and hide once or twice." She said with a giggle. This caused Zelda's anxiousness to diminish a little. She looked at the Queen's stream, which was already starting to die down. Zelda looked down and only then noticed her own had stopped. "Umm...i don't suppose you'd have anything to wipe with?" Zelda asked with a sheepish smile. "Heh....I'm afraid not. Most of the people in this time aren't very lucky to have that luxury. Me and Rauru do but...Well, we're not in the castle right now are we?" Sonia said. This did get a small chuckle out of Zelda. She stood up and pulled her panties back up, The wetness causing her to shiver a little. Sonia stood upright again and dropped and readjusted her dress. "There's a river nearby we can use to wash our hands" Sonia said as she urged Zelda to follow her. Zelda smiled and followed the queen. The queen turned around and looked at Zelda. "Remember to take a break occasionally and don't strain yourself, Princess. You will master your abilities soon. I know it." Sonia said. "Yes...Yes, your majesty." Zelda said with a confident smile. The two royals continued walking. As they did, Zelda's thoughts drifted back to her powers...and then to Link. "Link. I'm okay. I'll be back with you soon..." Edited July 4 by OmoGamer32 (see edit history)
Coming up! A massive content warning! Smut after the sentence "Sit on the desk." And also sexual harassment/assault is used in this story! I do not want to make light of the situation, it is simply for dramatisation and I just wanted to make that clear! Millie was led into a small office in the car wash building, shelves cabinets scattered around the room. She shook with fear as he slowly walked to his desk. Clearly the manager or owner. "Would you like a cup of coffee..." He paused for a name. "Millie." "Ah, Millie yes. Well, would you?" She nodded her head and slowly sat into the chair infront of the desk. Millie watched him carefully as he stood over the coffee machine in the corner of the room, sprinkling and pouring. What she didn't know was the diuretic that he stashed in his drawer for...personal sexual desires, was being sprinkled into her coffee. Bastard. He returned with a steamy coffee in a polystyrene cup, a tight lipped smile plastered on his face. "So I'm Bill the manager and just wanted to pull you to one side because...I can't let you be seen with your panties down and your...womanhood on show?" "O-oh I'm sorry, sir. I was desperate for a wee and I was gonna burst. I had to find something to pee in." Millie could feel heat rise in the cheeks as she sipped her coffee, avoiding eye contact with the strange balding man infront of her who seemed to smile too often. She could even see him looking her up and down in her work clothes, shifting around in his seat. "Well, I mean it is illegal to expose oneself in public so...why did you do that?" He stood up and slowly walked around the desk, sitting on the edge of it infront of Millie. "Why would you show off your...beautiful features." Millie instantly knew what was going on. The guy was a creep. Eventually, she could feel her bladder getting full and sloshing its contents around inside of her. She crossed over her legs to hide the desperation creeping up on her. "I'm sorry sir. I promise it won't happen again." "Oh...I'm not complaining." Bill muttered, slowly and low. Millie felt as though she couldn't leave, especially since she could get hurt by the creep. Minutes went by and as Millie went back and forth with Bill, her desperation grew to maximum levels, but couldn't hold herself or the guy would probably get off on it. She opted for hip wiggles and her hands rubbing up and down her thighs, but even then, he could notice her predicament. Bill stood behind Millie, grabbing her arm, which sent a shock wave up her spine and a singular drop of piss rolling into her panties. He picked her up in haste, pulling her face to face with him with no space in between. Millie gulped and started to slowly grab her crotch as subtly as possible, but he still noticed. Bill pushed Millie against the office door, holding her arms above her head, which made Millie wrap her legs around each other in response to her "pi-ssue". "Hold it like a good girl. No hands." Bill whispered, Millie grimacing in response. She quietly whimpered as Bill continued to observe her in her vulnerability. Her thighs pressed together, stopping her quivering pussy from releasing its stream. "Bill...please let me go. I really have to pee again and if I don't leave I-" "You'll wet yourself? Like a bad girl? I don't think so. Clothes off. Now." Millie's heart sank as Bill uttered those words, becoming more impatient by the second, but she felt like she had to comply. One by one, clothing fell off of her slender body until she was stripped infront of this random stranger she met 20 minutes prior. She backed away to the middle of the room, grabbing her crotch with two hands, her arms half covering her gorgeous D cup tits. "Come on, man. Let me go." Bill marched up to Millie and pushed her onto the desk. His hands went down the hers, snatching them away from her crotch, his other hand slowly sliding between her flaps. Millie shivered as held her head back, gripping onto his shoulders for support. Her legs were still in stand, shoved together to stop the flood, but Bill separated them every time. "Sit on the desk." Bill began to unbuckle his belt as Millie propped upon his dark brown, glossy desk. His dick sprung out, flinging some pre-cum onto Millie's skin. As he rubbed the tip on her vulva, she felt a dribble of pee fall out of her pee hole, resulting in her hand snapping back down to her crotch before Bill moved it yet again. He slowly pushed in his cock, thrusting slowly then picking up the pace. Bill let out a groan, Millie reciprocating in an attempt to pleasure this vile beast infront of her. After a few minutes of thrusting, Bill stroked his dick, watching Millie fan her legs in and out with a hand in her crotch to stop her pee from leaking out anymore. The dribbles stopped and Millie felt relief, but that was until Bill yanked off his tie, gripping Millie by the arm and throwing her in the chair. He tied her hands at the back of the chair she sat in fully clothed and clueless before all of this madness. After a lot of tugging and movement from Millie, Bill headed for the door, tucking his member back into his pants. "Don't leave me here, man or I'm gonna piss all over your floor." "Heh. Your problem. I'll check on you later. Slut." And then the door closed, leaving Millie alone with her thoughts and a full bladder. 30 minutes went by and Millie was bucking her hips in the seat, feeling the exact same pressure from when she was desperate in her car. Her vaginal muscles clenched with all their might, her thighs following suit. Her quivering pussy ached from the pain, begging to release but it did not get that privilege. "Help! I'm stuck!" Millie continued to shout out, but no attention went her way. With no warning, Millie leaked, the pee slowly puddling beneath her. She moaned and whimpered, wiggling her hips to stop the 5 second stream but the 5 second stream turned into a loud jet of piss. She leaned back in relief once again, before realising the embarrassment of the situation. Suddenly, the office door opened behind her, her stream still continuing. "Woah! What the fuck. Are you okay miss?" A younger man in a suit was covering his eyes, dropping his backpack next to him. Millie bucked again, spraying piss all over the desk and herself. She started to cry in response to this mess. "I-Im sorry about the pee, the manager is some massive creep and trapped me here. I just need my c-clothes." "Manager? I'm the manager, Daniel? U-uh continue your...stream, I'll go get you some clothes." Millies stream eventually finished as she was freed from her restraint from a very red Daniel, who maintained respect for Millie's exposure. After a lot of comfort and reassurance, Millie walked back to her car and drove home, thinking about everything on the way. A few days had passed and Millie tuned into the news. She dropped the remote and her jaw dropped in response to the latest breaking news. "Billy Nyguard was arrested with charges of sexual harassment and will now be put on trial in the next 2 months, where he will find himself with a potential 10 years for force stripping multple young ladies in our local area." Fuck.
Two friends, one just some months over 18, the other about one year older. The younger boy was gay. He was very slim, totally smooth and cute as a girl. The older boy was slim as well, but he was more athletic, he was a very attractive boy and until now he thought that he was hetero. They went to the same school, but not in the same class. They did use the same bus to school and on and off they had lunch together. The girlieboy liked the older boy, he desired him and he did secretly love him, since a long time. The older boy did like the petite too, but in an other way. The younger wanted to spend more time with his sporting dream boy and he searched for a reason and a chance to spend a night with him. He had the idea to invite him in the weekend house from his parents for one weekend. He was so nervous as he asked him, his heart was beating like crazy and he was so afraid that he could say, no. He told him that they would have all the house for their own, because his parents would stay in the city. He told him that they could use their pool, he could not stop to talk and to animate his “love” to come with him. The older boy said just “that sounds very good, i would like to come with you.” The younger boy was in heaven, he was so happy he could nearly not resist to kiss him. He could not wait until they finally went by car, just about 45 minutes to the house. He did show his new friend, first the garden with the pool and then the house. “Where can i sleep?” asked the older. ”Oh sorry, i did not tell you that we have no guests room, you have to sleep with me in my room. Will that be a problem for you?” he asked a little embarrassed. ”Oh no, that is not a problem, your bed will be big enough for both of us. We have just to snuggle together a little bit.” answered the boy and smiled. To imagine to snuggle in the bed with his dream boy, made him nearly cum in his shorts. They did bring their things from the car in the house, they had a drink and stripped their clothes for to go swimming. The first time they saw each other naked. They had both a perfect slim, young body but in an other way. The young boy was petite, but very well good shaped. He was totally smooth and cute like usual girls are. The older boy was a little taller, he was also very slim, but more muscular and very good shaped, he was real a handsome, sporty boy. They but their swimming trunks on and went in the garden to the pool. They did both wear very small briefs which masked just their penis, their pubic hair and their small boy asses. The younger boy was so aroused that he had a problem to hide his boner in his little briefs. “ Should we pull our trunks out for swimming to keep them dry for lying in the sun after swimming?”asked the older boy. It was common for him to see boys naked, because he play in a soccer team and in the shower after the game are all boys naked. The younger boy did not know what to say, but he did not need to say something, the bigger boy had already stripped his trunks. They fooled around in the water, wrestled for fun at the meadow, they did drink and eat und spent a great day together. At the evening they made a little dinner for them. It was so turning on and arousing for the “smoothy” to stand so near beside his dream boy in the kitchen, nearly naked just with little trunks on their slim bodies. He could not wait until they went to bed and till he could lie with him in his bed. After they watched a video, they changed their swimming trunks to their undies and went to sleep. It was so much erotic for him when their bare legs touched, when he could feel his bare thighs at his own bare thighs. He was absolutely in heaven, to feel the bare skin of the boys body at his body and at his smooth skin. From all the hurry to get his friend in his bed, he forgot to go to the toilet. He did not really like to get up, but he had to, his bladder was too full for waiting until at the morning. He did not know that his new friend had a special habit, a special fetish and a special lust for full bladders. He did like to overfill his own bladder and he did love it if someone else hold or have to hold a bursting full bladder. As the young boy wanted out of the bed asked his new friend “where are you going?” ”To the toilet.” answered the younger. ”Can’t you wait until tomorrow morning?” asked the older. ”I don’t know, it would be already really urgently.” he answered a little shy with a silent voice. “I would need to pee as well really urgently, but i don’t go, a full bladder can feel sometimes very good and pee holding can make very horny.” he said. ”Com on, stay in the bed and hold it with me.” said the older boy and lay his thigh over the younger boy’s belly. He simply could not say no, he was to much afraid that his new dream boy friend, could get disappointed from him. He did stay in the bed, he did not get out, he did suffer a little bit from needing to pee, but he enjoyed to feel his friends body against his body. The older boy did like that too, it was absolutely new for him to get aroused from a boy, but he did like that feeling and it was turning him on very much to feel this petite, smooth boy body against his own slim body. After some hours sleep, the young boy whispered to his friend “i need to pee so bad.” “Me too, but we don’t go! We are big boys, we can hold it!”said the sporty boy and laid his arm over his friends torso. What will happen with them at the morning?
I noticed there are zero stories of Krystal peeing her Assault outfit, either she wets something else or she doesn't wet at all. So I wrote one of my own. I am not very confident in my writing ability and few people seem to like my stories, and plus I might have had to stretch a bit to get her to not retire. I don't know how much you would enjoy this unless you really want a story where she wets that outfit. If it gets enough bad reviews I will delete it. Will also end with another thing I like to see. Krystal's Desperate Mission It has been a year since the aparoid invasion. The Great Fox had been rebuilt, and the Star Fox team was living well off the reward they had gotten for destroying the aparoid queen. With the end of Andross's army and Star Wolf's redemption, there hadn't been a lot of big missions in a while. Occasionally Star Fox would get a smaller mission but nothing on a grand scale. Krystal was running on the treadmill in a light yellow tank top and matching shorts, for she wanted to stay fit in case another big mission came along. When she was done, she was dripping with sweat, so she drank a large bottle of water and three cans of soda. Then R.O.B.'s voice came on the speakers. "All units of the Star Fox team. Report to the bridge." Krystal ran to the bridge. Everyone else was already there. Krystal stood beside Falco and Slippy while Fox stood with his back facing the front window, and Peppy and R.O.B. sat to the side. "We've got a new mission from General Pepper," said Fox. "And it's bigger than any of our missions we got since rebuilding the Great Fox. Corneria is being attacked by space pirates. They're giving the Cornerian Fleet a lot of trouble. Our mission is to defeat the pirates. Once you are ready let's get to our Arwings." Krystal, Slippy, and Falco all made sounds of agreement. Fox looked at Krystal for a brief moment and smiled. Krystal blushed lightly, hoping Fox found her sweat-soaked exercise outfit attractive. The team went to prepare for their mission. In her room, Krystal removed her exercise outfit. She left her underwear on, a black bra and panties, before putting on her Star Fox uniform, a skintight blue full bodysuit, over top. She sniffed her armpit. She smelled a little, but she didn't want to take the time to shower now. She just hoped Fox wouldn't notice. Krystal arrived at the hangar and got into her Arwing at the same time as Fox, Falco, and Slippy, and they took off. As they flew towards Corneria with the Great Fox behind them, Krystal's underwear did not take long to dry from the sweat. However, as Corneria came into view, Krystal had to go to the bathroom. She realized she had not used the toilet after drinking all that water and soda today. She fidgeted slightly, hoping she would make it through the battle. They arrived at Corneria, and quickly found the pirates engaging the Cornerian Fleet. Star Fox began blasting the space pirates. Fox's teammates weren't as great at flying or aerial combat as him, but they were decent at it. However, as Krystal's need to pee became more and more urgent, she started missing her targets more. After Krystal shot at a pirate six times, Falco finally blew him up. "You all right there, Krystal?" Falco asked. "I'm fine," said Krystal, blushing. What was she going to do, say she had to pee? Even if she wasn't too embarrassed to say it, it wouldn't do her much good now. She was in the middle of a battle. There was no way to stop and use the bathroom right now. She'd either have to hold it or... Krystal brushed off the thought. She had stayed dry through all her missions in the past, aside from missions on Zoness in the rain, or walking waist deep through water on Sauria. In which case, it was only water. Normally this wasn't an issue. If only she hadn't drank so much before the mission... Then Krystal felt her Arwing rock from a laser blast from behind. Krystal looked over her shoulder to see three space pirates chasing after her, shooting at her. For some reason, Krystal, Falco, and Slippy were not as good at shaking enemies as Fox was. This wasn't Krystal's first time, but feeling the pee sloshing inside her made it even worse. She wasn't sure what she was more frightened of - getting killed by the pirates, or peeing herself. "Fox I've got enemies on my tail!" Immediately Fox was there and destroyed the three pirates. "Phew, you saved me! Thanks, Fox." Krystal wished she could say she was completely relieved, but the pressure in her bladder had not disappeared like the space pirates had. Nevertheless, she gave Fox a health ring, crossing her legs and trying to keep her underwear dry. As the fight progressed, Krystal fidgeted harder and harder, and pretty soon she could not hit a single enemy. She really needed to go, and her skintight outfit was not helping. Then she was hit by a pirate's laser, and leaked a bit into her panties. She whimpered and crossed her legs, staying in one position. "Krystal, are you all right?" Fox asked, sounding concerned. Krystal blushed. Of all members of Star Fox it would be most embarrassing for Fox to find out about her predicament. "Y... Yes, I'm fine." "I've never seen you miss your targets so much. What's going on?" "I... I'm just tired from running on the treadmill all day." "You jumped into your Arwing the same as you always do. What's up?" "I..." Krystal leaked a little more, dampening the crotch of her suit. She could not think of any way of hiding this from Fox. "I have to go to the bathroom." She blushed more at saying this. "Oh." Fox was silent for a bit, and Krystal suspected he was blushing as well. "Do you think you can hold it?" "I don't think I can. I feel like I'm about to..." She couldn't finish, but Fox understood. "See if you can find a spot to go in private, and then return. At this rate you'll either get killed or have an accident." Krystal's blush intensified, but she had to agree. She flew her Arwing away from the city. But three space pirates noticed her and followed her. They shot at her with their lasers, and when she took another hit, she leaked again. "Aaaah! Fox!" Fox quickly destroyed the pirates, and Krystal left the city. The water she was flying above made it a bit harder for her to hold it. On the other side she eventually spotted a gas station. She landed her Arwing and was about to get out when the gas station exploded. A space pirate was flying above, and started firing at Krystal. She groaned and quickly took off. "Leave me alone! I really have to pee!" Even if he could hear her the pirate didn't care. But Krystal was able to do a loop and, once behind the pirate, fired at him. After the first several shots, she finally hit him and destroyed him. Krystal sighed of relief, but knew that the relief she really needed was still far away. She was so close and she had gotten her relief snatched away at the last second. Then she spotted a bush. Normally she would be opposed to peeing outside like a non-anthropomorphic animal, but she saw no alternatives at this point. She landed her Arwing next to the bush and got out. She ran behind the bush, and looked around the sky for pirates. To her dismay, she saw five pirates approaching. With a groan, she got back into her Arwing and shot a bomb at the pirates, blowing them up. She couldn't count on more pirates not coming, so she flew back towards the city. "Krystal, is everything all right?" came Fox's voice. "The pirates wouldn't leave me alone. I was able to defeat them, but I still have to go really badly!" "Uh..." Krystal could tell Fox was at a loss for words. "I suppose you could retire back to the Great Fox?" It was very tempting. Krystal was on the verge of peeing her suit, and Fox said she could. But... "I don't want to retire from a battle for something like this. It would be more embarrassing than any other outcome." "Well, if you're sure, then... If you have to let it out right there, I won't think any less of you." Krystal blushed. Was Fox telling her she could pee herself? Of course given her last words to him, it seemed the only possible outcome. By the time she returned to the city, most of the pirates had been dealt with. "Is the battle almost over?" she asked. "Almost," said Fox. "But their captain hasn't shown himself." "Disrespectful little whelps! I'll teach ye some respect!" A large ship rose from the water at the city's edge and swung a giant spike ball on a chain at Fox, Falco, and Slippy. They shot at his ship, and he fired back with cannons. Krystal watched the battle. She wasn't sure what she could do in her current situation. But it was a larger target so maybe she could hit him. She still had to go to the bathroom really badly. What could she do? She could try to find a spot to pee now that most of the pirates were gone. But there were still some around, and she was sure they'd follow her while their captain was preoccupied with the rest of the team. She could retire to the Great Fox, but, again, retiring from a battle because she had to pee, as opposed to her Arwing receiving critical damage, would be more embarrassing than wetting herself. Other than that she couldn't see any way out of wetting her suit. Those were her only two options. Fight or flight? She made up her mind. She flew over to the battle and started shooting at Sarumarine's ship, taking her mind off her overflowing bladder and onto the battle. If she wet herself, as she most likely would, she'd deal with it after the battle. Just as Fox was taking out his left cannon, Krystal took out his right cannon with a bomb, and then destroyed the two exhaust pipes. As she did, she was dribbling in her panties, dampening her suit, but she didn't care. Then Sarumarine flew around in unpredictable patterns, swinging his spike ball around. He aimed for Krystal first. Krystal tried to dodge, but eventually he hit her directly and knocked her back. This was too much for Krystal, and she peed full force in her suit. She blushed as the warm wetness soaked her crotch and rear end, and the Arwing seat was flooded, with a large puddle forming at her feet. A loud hissing noise could be heard as she wet herself. "Krystal!" Fox dodged Sarumarine's attacks and blasted him until he blew up in a massive explosion. Krystal watched while still peeing, spreading her legs as she knew it was no use trying to hold it, as the remaining pirates flew away on seeing their captain defeated. Fox contacted Pepper. "Mission accomplished," he said. "Well done, Star Fox. It appears the pirate captain was one of Andross's former commanders. Your reward is now being transferred. Pepper out." Fox then contacted Krystal. "Are you all right, Krystal?" "I... I didn't make it." Krystal blushed beet red. She had finished peeing and was now sitting in wet pants, her seat soaked and her feet ankle deep. The pee smell in her Arwing easily drowned out the sweat smell. The relief felt amazing, but she could not believe she had peed herself, and had never been more ashamed in her life. "Don't worry about it. I'll get you cleaned up back at the Great Fox. You did really good against that boss. Taking out three of his components in your situation, not many pilots could have done that." Krystal smiled despite her embarrassment. They flew up to the Great Fox, and Krystal put her Arwing in the maintenance bay to get it cleaned, and the pee smell removed. Falco and Slippy returned to their rooms to spare Krystal being seen by them in her wet pants, but Fox stood at the maintenance bay entrance and took Krystal to his room. Krystal was still blushing at Fox seeing her like this, but somehow she didn't mind so much. Fox had not given her any disgust or ridicule for peeing herself. "Would you like a bath?" Fox asked. "I need one," Krystal said. Fox filled the tub with warm soapy water. "How would you like to... Uh..." He blushed, clearly wanting to know whether Krystal would go in nude, in her underwear, or in her suit, and not wanting to make her more uncomfortable. "My suit needs to be washed too," said Krystal, and she climbed into the tub, still in her wet suit, and sat down, sighing of pleasure. Already she was relieved that any trace of her accident was gone. "You look good in a wet suit. I mean.. That is to say... Uh..." Fox blushed beet red. Krystal was also blushing but giggled. "I know what you mean," she said, playfully splashing Fox a little. Fox smiled knowing Krystal was already feeling better, and poured a bucket of water over her head before scrubbing her back and sides. "It's not my top half that needs washing, but I am enjoying this." "I can tell by the smell that you haven't washed since running on the treadmill." Krystal blushed. "You noticed?" "I don't mind." Fox washed her some more. Krystal smiled. She was smelly and she peed herself, and yet Fox wasn't the least bit disgusted with her. Nor did he seem to find her less attractive. If anything he seemed to find her more attractive. "Now let's clean your dirty butt," said Fox. Krystal got on all fours with her behind in the air. Fox poured a large dollop of soap onto Krystal's tush and started scrubbing with both hands, coating the seat of her suit in suds. Krystal was blushing lightly but she was really enjoying this. Having Fox give so much attention to her rear end, she had always fantasized about this. Eventually Fox finished washing Krystal and rinsed her off. Then she stepped in the drying chamber and it dried her off. She sighed of satisfaction. "That was fun. We should do that again sometime." "Yes, we should," said Fox with a smile. Krystal giggled, for she was looking forward to it. The End (AN: My initial draft has a little epilogue where she has some wet fun with Fox (both pee and otherwise), but I think that might be stretching even further so I removed it. If you want I can follow it up with that in a reply. Original draft also had her fart in the tub, but I think that might put some people off. Also I have never beaten that boss on Star Fox 64.)
Here with another batch of commission stories I've wrote! I should get better at posting these one by one instead of all at once, but oh well. Etiher way, this is another Love Live! commission by @Zenkopan! This time it stars Umi and Kotori, as well as Kotori's mother, caught desperate in a traffic jam! I hope you enjoy! Caught in a Jam Umi found herself rushing down the stairs, still brushing her hair as she heard the knock on the door. She had just finished getting prepared, dressing herself in a white sundress with blue straps. She made sure her swimsuit was packed in her bag before she grabbed it and rushed towards the door. Umi hastily put on her shoes before finally opening her door. It was Kotori, who was smiling at her excitedly. She was dressed in a soft yellow blouse with puffy sleeves, and a gray pleated skirt with white thigh high socks. Umi looked past her and saw a familiar car parked down the street, Kotori’s mom waiting patiently in the driver’s seat. “Sorry about that, my alarm didn’t wake me up, so I had to rush to get ready,” Umi apologized. “No worries,” Kotori waved off the apology, “We weren’t waiting long. You all set?” Umi nodded, and she stepped out the door and locked up. The two made their way over to the car. If Honoka hadn’t been busy, Kotori would’ve probably wound up sitting up front with her mom, but since it was just the two of them, they opted to both slide into the back seat. Kotori’s mom smiled as she turned to look at Umi, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, how have you been?” “I’ve been well,” Umi smiled, bowing her head politely, “Thank you for the ride, Mrs. Minami.” “Oh, it’s no trouble! I’m sure Kotori already told you, but I’m going out that way myself, so it’s convenient for me to drive you!” Kotori and Umi had been planning a trip out to the beach for some time, and now that it was summer, they finally had the chance to go. They had originally planned to take a high-speed train out that way, but Kotori’s mother happened to have an academic meeting out that way herself, so it worked out that she was able to drive them instead. As such, she was dressed in grey and white business suit with a short pencil skirt and dark pantyhose. “Still, it’s a shame that Honoka couldn’t come with you two, huh?” Kotori’s mother added as they set off. “Yeah, I really wish she could’ve come,” Kotori frowned. “I tried to tell her she was focusing too much on idol practice and not studying enough,” Umi crossed her arms, “But she didn’t listen, so now she’s stuck with supplementary classes.” “You don’t have to be so mean,” Kotori pouted at Umi, and Umi let out a sigh. “I know, I just wish she could be here too,” Umi admitted. “We’ll make sure to take her along next time,” Kotori’s mom chimed in. With that, they fell into small talk as they weaved their way through the narrow urban streets of the city. It was slow-going at first. Since it was morning rush-hour, the streets were pretty crowded, not only with other cars, but with numerous pedestrians trying to walk to work. Umi watched idly as the car crawled through the streets, occasionally glancing over to Kotori as they spoke about school and vacation and some upcoming live performances they had planned. Suddenly, however, Umi felt a slight urge from her abdomen, and she subconsciously shifted in her seat. She had to pee. She had been in such a rush that morning that she hadn’t gotten the chance to go before they set off. She vaguely recalled tiredly waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, so it wasn’t like she had been holding it since last night, but she could definitely feel some pressure starting to build up. She glanced towards Kotori and then her mother nervously. They did have quite a long drive ahead of them, but they had only just set off, so it would be rude for her to ask them to stop so soon. She tried to shift her position to ignore the nagging from her bladder and glanced nervously out the window, as if she could force the trip to go faster by watching the buildings go by. She caught sight of a convenience store on one of the corners and thought how easy it would be to ask to stop and run in before her bladder became a bigger issue, but once again she resigned herself to wait, not wanting to interrupt the trip so early. “Oh, by the way, I picked up some drinks last night, I have them in here to keep them cold,” Kotori’s mom motioned to a small cooler sitting on the passenger’s seat, “Let me know if you two get thirsty.” “I’ll take a tea,” Kotori requested, “Do you want anything? There’s tea, coffee, and some soda, though I know you don’t usually like carbonated drinks. Oh, and of course we have plenty of water!” Umi paused. She definitely didn’t need the extra liquid, and since they had just picked her up, she wasn’t thirsty yet. “I’m fine, thank you.” “Alright, just let me know if you change your mind,” Kotori’s mom smiled, “Here you go, Kotori!” “Thanks mom!” Kotori’s mother passed a large bottle of tea back to Kotori, who opened it up and took a large swig. Umi tried to ignore the sound of the sloshing liquid as Kotori gulped down about a third of the bottle in one go. As Umi shuffled, she turned her attention away from her friend and tried to focus on something out the window. Unfortunately, her eyes immediately landed on a large bank building with a fancy fountain outside, which did nothing to take her mind off her urge. She looked ahead instead, but was met with a red light, only reminding her of their slow progress through the city. “Ugh,” Kotori’s mother sighed, “Traffic today is pretty bad. Luckily, once we get through the city, we should be able to get on the freeway, and we’ll be moving a lot faster.” “It’s fine, mom,” Kotori smiled, “I don’t mind long road trips. What about you, Umi?” “I’m good,” Umi nodded, though she subconsciously shuffled as she felt another nag from her bladder. Ordinarily, she really didn’t mind longer road trips, but she was just nervous about getting caught on the road needing to pee. In the worst-case scenario, she could always ask to go, but she would feel pretty embarrassed asking Kotori’s mom to stop for her, specifically. She hoped that eventually they would all decide to stop somewhere before she reached that point. I need to stop thinking about it, it’s just making me have to go worse… “Oh, Umi,” Kotori looked over, “Did you finish writing the new song we’re going to perform at the concert yet?” “Huh, oh,” Umi shook her head, “No, sorry. I still need to get with Maki. She wants us to write the lyrics and the music together this time so they synergize better.” “Oh, but isn’t she at her parent’s summer home?” “Only for the week, so once she gets back we’ll be able to work on it,” Umi replied, “By the way, you’re working on the outfits, right? How are they coming along?” “Well, I’ve been having a bit of trouble with the inspiration. It’s supposed to be a summer theme, but we can’t exactly go up on stage in swimsuits. I was actually hoping this trip to the beach could give me some inspiration.” “That makes sense,” Umi nodded, “I can help you look, if you want.” “That would be great, thank you!” Kotori smiled. Umi was grateful for the change of topic and the distraction, and she was able to push her filling bladder to the back of her mind. The car continued weaving and crawling through the busy city streets, and finally the traffic seemed to lighten up. Umi let out a sigh as the car began picking up speed, and started getting stopped by less and less traffic lights. “Ah good, we’re finally moving,” Kotori’s mom smiled. Umi wasn’t the only one eager to get on the way. Actually, as Umi looked over at Kotori’s mom, she noticed that she was sitting stiffly in the car seat, moving her legs a bit restlessly, even when the car wasn’t moving. Umi was sure she was probably just projecting. There was no way Kotori’s mom also had to pee right now. Even if she had to go a little bit, Umi doubted the mature woman would ever get herself into a position where she needed to pee bad for Umi to notice. Umi was just worried about her own needs, and picking up innocuous movements by Kotori’s mom as false signs of desperation. Umi once again tried to push the feeling of having to pee to the back of her mind and enjoy the trip now that the car was starting to move more. Unfortunately, just as she did so, they hit an unlucky streak where it felt like they were getting stopped at each stop light. The frequent acceleration and slowing down was doing Umi’s bladder no favors as she felt it shift every time Kotori’s mom hit the brakes. Umi was starting to notice signs from Kotori now too. As she sat next to her, Kotori was starting to shift more than she had been previously, and her thighs were pressed tightly together. At some point she had finished up her tea, and Umi figured she might be regretting that decision now. Umi wasn’t as convinced that she was projecting with Kotori as she was her mother, since Umi knew Kotori and could pick up on the subtle changes. She was definitely looking less relaxed and more stiff than she usually carried herself. Umi was actually hopeful. If Kotori had to go too, then she was far more likely to be comfortable asking her mom to stop. Umi felt bad for relying on Kotori for something she could easily say herself, but she felt it would be way less rude for Kotori to ask. However, as the car got closer and closer to the freeway, Umi was starting to worry more and more that Kotori wouldn’t speak up. Even though Umi was pretty sure she had to pee, she seemed content to squeeze her legs together and shift around rather than ask her mom to stop. She even wound up reaching for the tea again and finishing it up. Umi was thinking it would be a good idea to just speak up, when Kotori’s mom looked back, “Before we hit the freeway, I think we should stop somewhere. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us still, and I’d rather not have to find another exit in case somebody needs to go to the restroom or something.” “Sounds good, mom,” Kotori spoke up, and Umi nodded in agreement. She was grateful Kotori’s mom had said something. She would’ve been embarrassed if she had to ask, and she was really starting to think Kotori wouldn’t say anything herself. She felt her bladder send her another nagging signal and was relieved when the car pulled over at a convenience store. The three got out of the car, Umi stretching before feeling her bladder protest the sudden shift from seated to standing. She tried to disguise her shuffling as simple discomfort from having been sitting for a while before following Kotori and her mom into the store. Kotori made a beeline for the back where there was a restroom sign, and Umi shuffled along behind her. Unfortunately, it seemed that she had celebrated too soon. There was caution tape and an out of order sign along the doors, and the floor around the bathrooms were visibly flooded. An employee at the front caught where the girls were headed and apologized. “Sorry, ladies, one of the pipes rusted through and caused a massive flood, so the restrooms are out of order until we get them repaired. I apologize for the inconvenience.” Kotori’s mother shook her head, “Oh, no worries, thank you for letting us know!” She then turned to Kotori and Umi, looking worried, “there’s not another place to stop around here before the entrance to the freeway. How are you girls feeling? Do you have to go that badly?” “I’m fine, mom,” Kotori shook her head, “What about you, Umi?” Umi blushed and shuffled in place, hoping her urge wasn’t that obvious. She was put on the spot. Now, rather than just getting to stop, Kotori’s mom would have to go out of her way for them to use the bathroom. “I’m fine,” Umi lied, “I can wait until we get there.” “Are you girls sure?” Kotori’s mom asked, “It’ll be at least an hour from here.” Umi paused for a moment, gauging if she thought she could hold it another hour. She had to pee, but she wasn’t desperate, and if Kotori didn’t have to go badly enough to request them to stop too, Umi didn’t want to be the only reason they were making another stop somewhere. “We’re fine!” Kotori smiled, “Right, Umi?” “Yeah, we’ll be fine!” “Alright, but when you’re asking me to stop later, don’t say I didn’t warn you two,” Kotori’s mom crossed her arms, though she was smiling to show she wasn’t too serious. The three made their way back out to the car, and Umi took one last, longing glance at the store’s restrooms, so close, yet totally unusable. She got back into the car, sitting back down carefully and crossing her legs. She was now committed for a long hour of holding. She looked over at Kotori, surprised she had also said she was fine despite Umi picking up on some signs that she also had to pee. She was starting to think maybe she was wrong about that, but as Kotori sat down next to her, she definitely could tell Kotori was shifting in place a little, her thighs pressed together as her foot tapped on the floor. “Do you girls want anything else to eat or drink? It’ll be easier for me to reach the cooler now before I start driving again.” Umi was about to say no, but unfortunately even though her bladder was filling steadily, that didn’t mean she wasn’t thirsty. Her throat was starting to get dry, and it was a hot summer day. If she didn’t stay hydrated now, she could overheat later. “I’ll take some water, please,” Umi requested, wanting to avoid any drinks with a diuretic effect. Kotori’s mom smiled politely and passed a bottle of water back to her, and Umi smiled politely, “Thank you.” As they set back on the road, Umi gingerly sipped at her water, not wanting to make any of the sloshing sounds Kotori had made earlier with her tea, and not wanting to drink more than she needed to. She didn’t want her bladder filling up any faster, especially now that they were getting onto the freeway. Umi noticed Kotori shift slightly as she looked over at Umi as she drank, and Umi was more convinced than ever that Kotori definitely had to pee too. Umi shook her head, trying to push the urge to pee to the back of her mind. As Kotori’s mom pulled out onto the freeway and sped up, she tried to focus on looking out the window as they zoomed out of the city and into a more sparse area. They only had an hour to go, and while Umi definitely had to pee, she wasn’t bursting yet. As long as she didn’t think about it, she could hold it. However, not thinking about it was easier said than done. Every time the car hit a bump, it would send a jolt straight through her bladder, forcing her to squirm in place as she clamped her thighs together. She would also occasionally feel her throat start to dry out, and was forced to take reluctant sips from her water bottle. Each time the cold water hit her mouth, her bladder would spasm in protest, and she became more and more aware of the liquid she was adding to her body that would soon find its way through her. Distracting herself with conversation wasn’t working either. Kotori was distracted herself, and it was clear she was also holding it. She would squirm and shuffle, wincing at each bump, and Umi found it easier to look out the window than watch her friend struggle and only remind herself more and more of her own urge to pee. Umi also found her attention being drawn over to Kotori’s mother. The older woman was shuffling in her seat, sitting with her thighs pressed together awkwardly even as she drove. She was tapping the steering wheel with her fingers and kept glancing down at the clock on the dashboard nervously. Umi had written off her shuffling as Umi projecting her own need to pee onto the more mature woman, but now she was less convinced. Was it possible that even Kotori’s mother had to pee? No. Umi couldn’t rationalize that in her mind. She had suggested they stop, but she was fine with them continuing on when the convenience store’s bathroom turned out to be out of order. If she had to pee then, surely she would’ve made sure they stopped somewhere else first. Convinced she was mistaken, Umi turned back out the window, trying to distract herself even as she felt her bladder continue to fill. They continued to drive, having been on the freeway for a good 20 minutes, and all the while Umi’s urge to pee continued to grow. She was now sitting with her legs crossed, leaned back in her seat to avoid putting undue pressure on her abdomen. Her bladder was absorbing the car’s every bump and jolt, and she was finding it harder and harder to focus on anything other than needing to pee. Kotori too was sitting awkwardly next to her, shuffling around more and more. She had one hand resting on her thighs, a little too stiff to be casual, and she kept changing her position as if trying to get comfortable. Umi was once again hoping that Kotori would speak up and be the one to ask her mom to stop, but given how she hadn’t said anything earlier, she wasn’t holding out hope for that. Kotori’s mom also seemed to get more restless, and Umi was once again unsure whether or not it was just her own situation that was making her seem like she also had to pee. Whenever the other woman had a hand free, she placed it on her lap and played with the hem of her skirt. She also restlessly bounced her free leg as they continued on. She was shifting around in her seat more than normal too, but Umi was still sure she was imagining it. After all, there was no reason for Kotori’s mom to be holding it. Suddenly, the car ran over a particularly bad bump in the road, and Umi felt her bladder spasm. She bit her lip to avoid letting out an audible squeak of surprise as she clamped her thighs together and gripped the side of her dress. She fought the desperate wave, trying not to make her desperate squirming too obvious, and only dared look over at Kotori until the spike in pressure had passed. Kotori seemed to be in as bad of a state, her thighs clamped together, and the hand resting on her thighs suspiciously disappearing between the pleats of her skirt. She was rubbing her knees together desperately, trying to play it off by looking out the window. Kotori’s mother didn’t show any outward signs of desperation, and Umi took this as further confirmation that she didn’t actually need to pee. However, she looked back at the two girls and then spoke up. “I think I’m going to take the next exit, I don’t know about you girls, but I need a bit of a pit stop.” Umi was surprised to hear Kotori’s mom say that. She had spent the trip trying to rationalize all of Kotori’s mom’s actions away, when the simplest answer was the truth. Kotori’s mom needed to pee too. Umi almost couldn’t believe it. Why would she have been holding it? Why didn’t she just stop? Maybe she was just saying it because she had noticed Umi and Kotori squirming, but it did really seem like she had to go. Umi was so focused on that that she almost missed Kotori nodding in agreement, “Actually, I have to go too, mom.” “Me too,” Umi admitted. It was a little embarrassing to say out loud, but she wasn’t the only one they needed to stop for, and Umi was comfortable enough around Kotori to admit it now that they all had. Either way, Umi was grateful for them finally getting to stop. She was really starting to get desperate, and she was getting worried about holding it through the rest of the trip. “There’s another ten minutes until the next exit, hang in there, you two!” Umi frowned. She really had to go, but at least it was only another ten minutes, rather than over half an hour. She looked over at Kotori, who was now more openly holding it, shuffling in place with a hand between her legs. Umi resisted the urge to do the same, wanting to maintain some air of dignity. Umi kept glancing over at the clock as she counted down the minutes until the exit. Perhaps it was because she now knew she’d get to go soon, but her bladder felt like it was only filling up faster and faster. She was no longer able to ignore the pulsing waves of pressure from her full bladder. She found herself shuffling in her seat, no longer as concerned with hiding her needs from Kotori or her mother. When Umi wasn’t looking out the windows, she looked over at Kotori’s mom. Now that she knew the older woman definitely needed to pee, the signs were more obvious than ever. She was biting her lip as she tapped the steering wheel, and she was rubbing her knees together desperately any chance she got. Her free hand would rub up and down her thigh as she bounced in her seat, and she also kept glancing down at the clock, as though doing so would make the trip go by faster. “Oh no, come on!” she suddenly gasped, and it took a few moments for Umi to notice what was wrong. Up ahead, there was a row of traffic backed up on the freeway. Kotori’s mom reluctantly slowed down, and as the car came to a stop she actually wound up jamming a hand between her legs as she wriggled in her car seat. “The traffic’s backed up at least as far as the exit,” she sighed, “Sorry girls, we’re gonna be stuck here for a bit. I hope you two don’t have to go that bad.” “We’ll be fine,” Umi said, though deep down she wasn’t entirely sure anymore. The traffic was at a crawl, and the fact that Umi had been mentally preparing to relieve herself, only to realize she’d have to hold it much longer, didn’t do her bladder any favors. She could feel it swelling out against the waist of her dress, and she squirmed in place, trying to ignore the waves of pressure as she tried to hold it. Kotori didn’t look to be in much of a better shape, shifting her position in her seat every few seconds, shaking her legs up and down as she kept her hand firmly planted between her thighs. It was clear she was also eager to pee as soon as possible, and the fact that they were now stuck in traffic certainly didn’t help matters. Kotori’s mom grit her teeth, sitting stiffly as she clamped her thighs together. Umi could tell she definitely had to go, and she nervously kept glancing back to make sure the girls were holding up too. “Sorry about this, if I had known, I would’ve stopped sooner,” Kotori’s mom apologized, though it also sounded like she was berating herself as well, “Are you girls gonna be okay?” “We’ll be fine, mom,” Kotori chimed in this time, reassuring her, though as Umi looked over and saw Kotori bouncing desperately in her seat, she was less than convinced at Kotori’s words. Five agonizing minutes later, and they hadn’t gotten much closer to the exit. Kotori’s mom drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as she stared straight ahead, before she let out a gasp and buried her hand firmly between her legs. “Sorry, you two, but I just can’t hold it anymore,” Kotori’s mom admitted. She looked back, “Kotori, mind passing me that tea bottle?” “Y-yeah, sure,” Kotori blushed, handing her mother her empty bottle. Umi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was no way Kotori’s mom, a refined, mature woman who always seemed responsible and dependable, was about to pee in a bottle in her car. Yet even as she thought that, she watched as Kotori’s mom hiked her pencil skirt up and slipped her panties and pantyhose down just enough to slip the bottle right against her crotch. She scooted forward, nearly hugging the steering wheel to make sure any spills wouldn’t get on the car seat, and let out a soft moan. The loud sound of pee splashing against the bottom of the plastic bottle filled the car as Kotori’s mom practically burst. She tossed her head back and let out a sigh as she peed at full force, taking care to angle the bottle. It was clear from how little splashed onto the side and down onto the floor how practiced she was at it, but the narrow opening for the cap was a difficult target, and she was so desperate it was harder for her to control her stream. She couldn’t quite taper it off, so errant droplets and sprays splashed onto the outside as she tried to get most of it in the bottle. A small puddle was pooling on the carpet beneath the driver’s seat, but Kotori’s mom was too lost in relief to care. She simply basked in the sensation of her emptying her full bladder. She even lost track of the traffic, and they heard a beep from behind. She accidentally sprayed the floor more as she jolted in surprise, and awkwardly tried to move up even as she continued to pee. It made a bit more of a mess on the floor, a noticeable wet patch pooling between her legs, but she couldn’t stop now even if she wanted. Part of Umi desperately wanted to look away, as her desperation flared at the mere sight of watching Kotori’s mom relieve herself. Yet another part of her couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the older woman relieving herself into the tea bottle. Kotori’s mom’s stream then started to taper off, and she let out one final sigh of relief before she finally stopped. was left with a rather wet bottle and small streams running down her legs. She looked down at the damage to her car floor and her pantyhose, but luckily the rest of her outfit was fine, and the carseat was still dry. She capped up the bottle and turned back to the other two. “Sorry, you two, I was really about to wet myself there,” she apologized, “Kotori, could you pass me the towel I have back there? It should be in the pouch behind the passenger’s seat.” “S-sure thing.” Kotori winced as she bent over to reach for the towel, and passed it up to her mom. As the older woman started wiping herself off and cleaning up as much as possible, Umi simply watched, stunned. She was still reeling from the fact that such an elegant woman had done something so crass. Her shock was short-lived, however, as suddenly she was hit by a strong wave of desperation. Watching Kotori’s mom relieve herself hadn’t helped at all, and she was already close to her limit before. She buried both hands between her legs and gasped as she felt a small spurt escape into her panties. She didn’t think she could hold it until the exit anymore. Kotori’s mom looked back and noticed that the other two girls were still in a bad spot. “Sorry, girls,” Kotori’s mom apologized again, “If you two can’t hold it either, you can-” She looked down at the bottle she was holding, but she noticed it was more than 3/4ths full. There wouldn’t be enough space for either girl to fully empty themselves into it, and definitely not if both needed to. “Uh, well, I was going to say you two could go, but we don’t have another empty bottle.” “It’s fine, I’ll wait,” Umi forced a smile. She was absolutely bursting, she didn’t think she could hold it anymore, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Besides, she couldn’t bring herself to use a bottle, even though she had just seen Kotori’s mom do it. Kotori, on the other hand, was not so above such things, and she seemed to be bursting too. She shuffled in her seat, both hands jammed firmly between her legs, and as she was hit with a particularly strong wave of desperation, she nearly doubled over. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to hold it back, feeling a few errant drops leak out. “H-hey mom, can I use the towel?” Kotori asked. “Oh, that might work, here,” her mom passed the towel back to her. It damp in some places from where Kotori’s mom had wiped herself off, but other than that, it was mostly dry, and it could definitely soak up a lot of pee. “You’re going to go here?” Umi asked in shock. “I can’t hold it, and traffic isn’t moving very fast,” Kotori pointed out. Kotori was about to shift in position to use the towel, but suddenly Kotori’s mom called out, “Wait, I think that truck can look into the car. You should wait until we pass him.” They had just pulled forwards, and were now lined up perfectly with a large delivery truck. They could just barely see the silhouette of the driver through the window, but he would have the perfect vantage point down into the car. It was on Umi’s side, but it would still be easy to see over to where Kotori was sitting. Kotori shuffled in place desperately as she waited for the traffic to move. She had one hand clutching the towel desperately as the other was clamped firmly against her crotch. Her legs were shaking as she kept glancing up, waiting for the car to pass them by. Umi herself was struggling too. She had pushed herself to her limit, but not only did she have to wait for Kotori to go first, but she also wanted to wait until there was no chance of anyone looking in. She squirmed and shuffled in her seat, fighting off the intense pressure as her swollen bladder screamed for relief. The car crawled up about a meter, but it still wasn’t enough. Kotori sat anxiously, sweat starting to pool on her forehead as she desperately tried to hold back. Suddenly, another strong wave of pressure struck her, and she let out another, longer spurt. She gasped and glanced over again at the truck. This time, the truck’s lane began to move a bit, and thankfully it was enough that the car was comfortably behind the truck’s cabin. Kotori wasted no time. She scooted to the edge of the back seat and slipped her panties to the side, not confident she could hold it until she pulled them down completely. She immediately burst, feeling her pee spray into the towel. Her stream soaked through the towel quickly and began running down onto the floor, pattering against the rubber floor mat. Kotori panicked and tried to adjust the towel to allow it to soak up her flood more efficiently, but errant drips and streams still splashed between her legs as she emptied her full bladder into it. The sight was almost too much for Umi to take, and she felt herself leak again into her panties. She glanced around and hoped there weren’t any more trucks. She had pushed herself past her limits, and couldn’t hold it anymore. “Kotori, as soon as you’re done, pass me the towel, I’m about to burst.” “Okay, I’ll try to hurry,” Kotori nodded. She pushed her pee out and it splashed noisily in a messy spray, but it overwhelmed the towel and she was forced to stop forcing it out. Umi would just have to hold it until she was done peeing normally. Umi squirmed desperately as Kotori continued to pee next to her, the sight and the sound driving her crazy. She had both hands clamped down against her pee hole, trying to physically stop the leaks even as she felt her bladder press more drops out into her panties. She bit her lip and tried desperately to wait for the towel. She desperately glanced over at Kotori, but she didn’t look like she was close to finishing yet. Umi clamped her eyes shut and begged her body to hold out a little bit longer, but she was suddenly hit with a strong wave of desperation. She gasped, feeling herself leak again, and shuffled to the edge of the carseat, getting into position with her hand clamped down over her crotch. She felt like it was only her fingers holding back the floodgates at his point. “Please hurry up, Kotori!” Umi gasped out. “I’m almost done!” Kotori’s stream finally started to taper off, and before she finished completely, she quickly passed the towel to Umi, the rest of her stream dribbling out onto the already damp mat beneath her. Umi grabbed the one dry corner, but after Kotori had peed into it, there wasn’t enough dry area to hold it like Kotori did. Instead, she placed it on the floor in front of her with the last dry patch facing upwards and quickly slipped down her panties. Umi immediately burst, feeling the floodgates open as she tried her best to aim for the towel. Unfortunately, due to her intense desperation, her stream was forceful and messy, and she managed to miss the towel at first. She adjusted her position, but between the force of her spray and the towel already having soaked up quite a bit of urine, there was little she could do to salvage the car mat in front of her. She felt a bit guilty, but there was no way she could stop now. She let out a relieved moan as her whole body melted into relief, her taxed bladder muscles aching and absolutely refusing to even slow the torrential stream. As she continued peeing, she felt the car move forwards, and she panicked, worrying that they had caught up to the truck so it could see straight into the car, especially since it had been on her side. She instinctively shifted away from the window, shifting her whole stream and once again missing the towel completely. Thankfully, they hadn’t caught up to the truck, and once Umi realized this, she immediately shifted back, readjusting her stream, letting out another sigh of relief. Still, she was becoming self-conscious of the ever growing puddle on the floor in front of her, especially since the towel had now completely soaked through, and refused to soak up anything else. She was basically peeing onto the floor of the car at this point, and she felt incredibly guilty. Finally, her flow started to slow, and taper off into a trickle. She tried one last time to stop early, but her bladder was not having it, and she couldn’t stop until it was completely empty. She looked down at the mess she made and frowned. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Minami.” “Oh, no worries!” she smiled and waved off, “We all wound up having to pee in the car, and I think we all managed to make a bit of a mess. The interior needed a bit of a steam-clean anyway, and most of the mess made it onto the floor mats! Really, it’s my fault. I should’ve had us stop somewhere else before getting on the freeway.” Umi still felt guilty, but Kotori reached over and patted her shoulder in comfort. “It’s fine, I really couldn’t hold it either. Besides, it’s better than us wetting ourselves!” “Here,” Kotori’s mom reached over into the glove box and pulled out a pack of tissues, “That towel doesn’t look like it’s going to be much help, so clean yourselves up with this.” Umi and Kotori nodded, taking the tissues and wiping themselves down as best as they could with the pack of tissues, patting themselves down and wiping up any errant splashes that had gotten on the seat before discarding them on the floor in the corner to be picked up later. Umi then went to pull up her panties when she noticed how damp they were. She had leaked quite a bit waiting for the towel from Kotori, and they hadn’t come away from the incident completely dry. She didn’t want to sit in her soaked panties, and she didn’t want to risk them leaving a damp patch on her skirt from prolonged contact. She fruitlessly tried to dry them with more tissues, but it didn’t really work, and she frowned. “What’s wrong? Oh,” Kotori asked, before noticing Umi was looking down at her panties, still keeping her skirt hiked up, “Take them off!” “W-what?” Umi asked, beyond mortified at the suggestion. “You’re going to have to take them off to change into your swimsuit later anyway, right? So, take them off now. It’s better than sitting in soaked panties, right?” “I… I don’t know…” Umi paused. “Come on, it’s just us two, you can change as soon as we get there,” Kotori pointed out. “It’s bad to sit in wet panties,” Kotori’s mom pointed out, “Besides, I’ve known you since you were little, I’ve seen you do far more embarrassing things than run around commando.” “Mom!” Kotori chided. Umi was completely red-faced, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. She slipped her sopping panties down her legs and discarded them on the floor, carefully moving the pee-soaked towel on top of them so she wouldn’t have a constant reminder that she wasn’t wearing them staring back up at her from the floor. The traffic jam took another twenty minutes to clear up, meaning there was no way any of them would’ve made it if they had tried to hold it. By the time they got to the beach, Umi was just grateful that the awkward car ride was over. Earlier she had been a little upset that they couldn’t go with Honoka, but now she was eternally grateful it had just been her and Kotori. The less people who knew about what happened, the better. The End
Another story! This one stars Ragyo Kiryuin, the villain of Kill La Kill. This one's a rewriting of the scene where she's revealed, but instead of it going the way it does in the anime proper, Ragyo didn't get to visit the little evil mastermind's room before the fight! It ends with a very public and embarrassing accident, with some humiliation, so if you're not into that, maybe give this one a skip. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! An Unplanned Inconvenience Ragyo laid back in her chair, smiling as she sipped on a cup of tea. Today was a grand day for her, and she could hardly contain her twisted excitement. A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched her minions, mindless life-fiber soldiers, making preparations for today’s invasion. Today, Honnoji Academy would be holding the Great Culture and Sports Festival, and at the ceremony, she would take control of the inhabitants of Honno city. Her daughter would help her usher in an era of Life Fiber supremacy, and she would be rewarded by the Life Fibers for carrying out their will with unlimited power and an eternal rule. She was so excited she managed to polish off her first cup of tea, and she clapped her hands.Her assistant stepped forwards to refill her cup, and Ragyo leaned back. She closed her eyes and took in the pleasant scent of the tea. She understood why Satsuki had such a fondness for the stuff. For now, though, she was overseeing the shipment and distribution of her life fiber clothing. Honnoji Academy would be a testing ground for the concept, to coat all of humanity in life fibers and cocoon them so that the life fibers could use their energy and essence as power. It was a beautiful plan, and one she hoped would go over well. Ragyo took another large sip and continued to watch in the shadows as preparations were under way. She watched as each of the inhabitants of Honno city were given the mandatory formal suits, each ingrained with Life Fibers. She laughed to herself as she continued to drink her tea, polishing off yet another cup. As she stood up, however, she suddenly noticed a pang from her bladder. She had to pee. It was an inconvenience she was not prepared for, and she didn’t want to miss the final steps of her plan all falling into place. She had a bit of time before she needed to make her grand entrance anyway, so she instead crossed her legs and tried to push the feeling to the back of her mind. It was easy at first for her to ignore her needs, but as she continued to supervise the plans for the invasion, her bladder kept sending her nagging signals that she should relieve herself. Her body also begged her to stop drinking tea. With each sip her bladder spasmed and she pressed her thighs together, frowning in irritation. Humans were such vile creatures, having to deal with such things as needing to pee. It was one of the many reasons she joined forces with the Life Fibers. Before she knew it, she had polished off the entire pot of tea, and she was starting to squirm around more in her chair. The last of the Life Fiber’s preparations were in place, and it was getting closer to the time she needed to make her appearance at the arena. She stood up, intent on taking care of her filling bladder. It would not do for her to have to hold it throughout the invasion. As she stood, however, she got caught by the unexpected pressure, and she felt herself double forwards. She danced in place slightly as a hand moved to her abdomen, and she could feel the telltale signs of her bladder bulging outwards. Not only had she drank a lot of tea, but she also couldn’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom. When she woke up this morning, she was so excited about the impending invasion that she couldn’t recall relieving herself. Instead she had sprung out of bed eagerly and came immediately down to her secret lair to ensure everything was working and in place. “I better take care of this now before I have to make my grand entrance,” she spoke to no one in particular. Before she could shuffle off to the bathroom, however, Nui arrived, bowing before her. “Nui, what are you doing here?” Ragyo asked, incredulously, “You’re supposed to be at the arena, overseeing the final preparations!” “Forgive me, mistress Ragyo, but I caught wind of the Nudist Beach making preparations to counter our invasion. I suggest we accelerate the plans before they can make their move.” Ragyo looked at the monitor, and saw that the preparations were almost complete. If she left immediately, they could start the plans now. Of course, that meant she wouldn’t get the chance to relieve herself first. She gauged her bladder’s fullness and weighed her options before finally nodding, “Very well. Contact Satsuki and the Student Council, I want them ready immediately. We’re going ahead with the ceremony.” “Very well, this is going to be fun!” Nui smiled, dancing as she slipped off. Ragyo walked calmly down the halls, ignoring the nagging from her full bladder. She glanced at the bathroom door as she walked past, briefly wondering if she could slip in quickly and relieve herself, but she had to get going now if she wanted to show up at the arena on time. She cursed the bastards of the Nudist Beach, always trying to undermine her plans. If it weren’t for them, relieving herself wasn’t an issue. As Ragyo walked, she felt a wave of pressure wash over her, and she staggered slightly, having to clamp her thighs together. She grit her teeth. She hoped the invasion would go smoothly. She wasn’t worried, but it would be quite irritating if she had to fight in this state. Ragyo made her way to an elevator that would take her all the way up to the arena, and stepped in. It wasn’t a long ride, but the sensation of moving and the occasional jostling didn’t help her bladder. Shaking her head, she tried to get her mind off of her annoying bodily needs and pulled up a screen so she could watch the arena. Satsuki was giving a speech of introduction, and as soon as she was done it would be Ragyo’s turn to arrive. After quite some time, the elevator reached the top, and Ragyo allowed herself one private shuffle to quell her full bladder before stepping out into the center of the arena. As planned, her radiance shown like a brilliant rainbow over the entire arena, and everyone fell silent. She started walking towards Satsuki and the student council. She tried to maintain her composure as she took each step, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to pee beforehand was making it hard for her to do so. She wanted to press her thighs together and shuffle in place as she came to stop by the platform, but she could not afford to do so in front of so many others, especially not in her moment of triumph. “Ladies and gentlemen, I pose a question to you? What is the world? The world is clothing!” Ragyo began her speech, “Life Fibers are the ruler of this world, and I, Ragyo Kiyurin, carry out their will! Honnoji Academy was created with this purpose!” Ragyo was hit with another wave of desperation, and she shifted slightly, making it look like she was just turning to look at the rest of the audience. She grit her teeth, cursing her full bladder as she continued. “The weak will serve as the foundation for what is to come! You should consider it an honor! Now, let the celebration begin!” Ragyo pressed the ornate red button on the pedestal in front of her, and soon the entire stadium’s inhabitants were engulfed by the Life Fiber suits they had been given. She looked out across the stadium and laughed, smiling. Hopefully things would go smoothly, and she would be able to head off to the bathroom as soon as it was all over. Of course that was wishful thinking. Just when she was taking in the silence and basking in the success of her experiment, a loud thud sounded, and a brat with red and black hair appeared before her. Ryuko Matoi. She had heard much about her from Satsuki. She wanted to see what she was capable of. If her suspicions of Ryuko were true, then she could become a valuable asset to her. She stepped forwards, interested, but then frowned. She felt another wave from her bladder. Fighting in this state would be a pain. She glanced back, wondering if she could ask Satsuki to deal with it so she could finally call this off and pee, but just as she did so, she noticed Satsuki stepping towards her with her blade. If she hadn’t looked back at that moment, she would’ve been stabbed in the back, but she managed to side-step it, grabbing Satsuki’s arm and glaring at her. “What do you think you’re doing, aiming a blade at your own mother!?” Ragyo asked, rage clear on her face. Satsuki seemed to be caught off-guard, having expected to land the blow while Ragyo’s guard was down. Instead, she stepped back, joining the rest of her student council as they moved to confront her. “I, Satsuki Kiryuin, am rebelling against you!” “You wish to take my empire from me? To dethrone me?” “No. Humans are not meant to serve clothing! I intend to destroy Life Fibers! I have turned Honnoji Academy into a fortress to rebel against you and your empire!” With her bold declaration, the screen of the arena changed to show that some of Satsuki’s other lackeys had infiltrated her own mansion and had disabled the Original Life Fiber. Not only that, but Inumuta had activated some sort of device, and needles shot into the cocoons of life fibers that had enslaved the audience. Suddenly, they were all free. Gamagori and his disciplinary committee had captured her assistant, and the rest of the students were putting up a resistance too. Ragyo was furious. Everything was falling apart, and worse still, she still had to pee like crazy. A prolonged fight would be bad. Luckily, Ryuko seemed to be stunned into silence by Satsuki’s sudden declaration, and because Satsuki’s sneak attack had failed, Ragyo was able to rush up to her. “If you no longer wish to serve me, then I strip you of your rank as Student Council President, and of your uniform.” Satsuki’s eyes widened in alarm as Ragyo absorbed the life fibers that made up Junketsu and watched in horror as they formed around her. Ragyo activated the Kamui and she transformed, her outfit being replaced by the revealing form of Junketsu. Ragyo winced when she felt the cold air on her exposed skin, and she could tell her bladder was starting to bulge out. She had to finish this quickly. “You should know, Junketsu, like all life fibers, is loyal to me. A fool like you cannot wield him properly!” Ragyo moved to attack Satsuki, but then Ryuko quickly transformed and dove in the way. Ragyo cursed, feeling her bladder spasm again. She didn’t have time for a prolonged fight. She attacked Ryuko directly, but she caught sight of a blade swinging at her from the side. Satsuki had been stripped of her uniform, but even in her underwear she was choosing to fight with her blade too. Ragyo grit her teeth, but then Nui appeared before her. “Mistress Ragyo, the smallfry have been taken care of!” Nui pointed at a large pile of Satsuki’s rank and file, beaten and battered on the floor. So much for a resistance. That just left Ryuko, Satsuki, and the Student Council. “Which one should I take, Ragyo?” “Deal with my fool of a daughter. I want to finish this quickly,” Ragyo replied. “Aw, I wanted to play with her more,” Nui smiled, pointing at Ryuko. “Do not argue with me, Nui,” Ragyo frowned. Her bladder was only growing more and more full, no thanks to the tea she drank earlier, and the fact that her short speech had turned into a drawn-out affair had really gotten on her nerves. “Fine, fine,” Nui sighed, turning around to fight Satsuki. The rest of the Student Council stepped in, but Ragyo didn’t have time to pay attention to that fight. She whirled around just in time to block a blow from Ryuko, and the shocks went straight through her bladder. She buckled her knees a little as she tried to fight off the wave, even as Ryuko whirled back for another blow. Ragyo didn’t want to block another blow like that, for fear of sending another jolt to her bladder, so she dodged the attack to the side. However, Ryuko followed up with another swing, and Ragyo was forced to jump backwards, impressed by the force at which Ryuko cracked the ground when her blow missed. Unfortunately jumping back meant she landed on her feet and sent a strong jolt up her legs and straight to her abdomen. She winced and clenched one hand, but she had no privacy with which to hold herself, least of all in the middle of battle. "Your movements seem off, are you alright, mistress Ragyo?" Junketsu was looking up at Ragyo, clearly noting something was wrong. There was no way she was going to openly admit that she had to pee to him, though. She shook her head. “I’m fine, let’s just focus on the battle.” Ragyo charged forwards, swinging a clawed hand towards Ryuko. Ryuko managed to block it with her blade, but she seemed surprised at how sharp Ragyo’s nails were. Ragyo pushed her back and lunged again, ignoring the nagging from her bladder caused by the movements. She could feel it sloshing around in her abdomen, making her desperation all the worse, but she wouldn’t win if she simply stayed on the defensive. She used her speed to launch a series of attacks towards Ryuko, all of which were barely parried by her blade. Ryuko was strong, but Ragyo was pushing her back, slowly but surely. Unfortunately, just as Ragyo was getting into the rhythm of attacking, ready to break through Ryuko’s defenses, a particularly strong wave washed over her, and her leg faltered. Ryuko immediately took the opportunity to take a swing, and Ragyo had to frantically dodge to avoid the attack. She lunged back and clamped her thighs together, trying to disguise her desperate squirming as recovering from the battle. This is bad, I can’t fight with my bladder this full. Ragyo sighed. She wanted to see what Ryuko was capable of, but she was running out of time. She wouldn’t have anyone to test her out on like this, but enslaving her was the next best thing. As Ryuko lunged towards her, Ragyo stepped back and sent spindles of life fibers up into the air, wrapping around Ryuko’s head and embedding themselves into her brain. Almost immediately, she stopped obediently, and Ragyo allowed herself a laugh. “Simple enough. Now, Satsuki, stand down, or I’ll send my new pet at you.” Satsuki looked over, horrified at seeing Ryuko now under Ragyo’s thrawl. Her eyes widened. The fight would’ve been hard if she had Junketsu, but now that Ragyo had stolen it, she had no hope of fighting against Ryuko with a Kamui. The rest of Satsuki’s little rebellion jumped in the way, but between Nui and Ryuko, it was hopeless. Satsuki looked around, like she was trying to figure a way out of this, while Ragyo shuffled in place, trying not to make her desperation too obvious. “Everyone, run!” Satsuki finally said. “What? No way!” “We’re not going to leave you behind!” “We’re fighting with you until the bitter end!” “Friends don’t turn their backs on each other!” “If we’re all captured here, there’s no more hope for humanity!” Satsuki insisted, “Don’t worry about me, use your uniforms and run!” “How bold, and utterly pointless! None of you are getting out of here! Nui, Ryuko, take care of them for me. I have some urgent matters to attend to.” Ragyo began walking off, eager to get back inside and make a beeline for the bathroom. In the background, she could hear Satsuki and the other student council members fighting uselessly against Nui and Ryuko. She had felt how powerful that girl was. Even with their uniforms, they would not have the power to resist. Ragyo reached the elevator she had used to take up, and tried not to look antsy as she hurriedly waited for the doors to open. Now that she was no longer center-stage, she allowed herself to squirm more openly and grab herself. "Mistress Ragyo, could it be that you have to relieve yourself?" She blushed, completely forgetting about Junketsu. She looked down. She wanted to tell the damned thing to mind his own business, but considering she was wearing him now, she supposed it was kind of his business. He’d be the one getting wet if she couldn’t hold it, after all. “I’ll be fine, that battle just took longer than I expected,” Ragyo smiled, “But, now that it’s over-” Just as Ragyo spoke, however, she heard Ryuko yell from behind her. She turned around in surprise, just in time to see the girl shrug off her mental refit and tear the life fibers she wove into her brain out. “Impossible…” Raygo simply stared. “Ragyo!” Ryuko yelled, lunging straight for her. Ragyo cursed just as she heard the ding to the elevator behind her. Her relief would have to wait. She grit her teeth and lunged forwards, meeting Ryuko’s charge with one of her own. She was done playing. She was desperate at this point and she didn’t want to put off using the bathroom any longer. She whirled around and kicked Ryuko to the side, glaring at her and ignoring the painful shock that sent through her bladder. Ryuko seemed to notice that Ragyo was taking things more seriously, so she swung again, this time with more force. Ragyo decided to dodge instead of blocking the hit, nearly letting out a leak as her feet hit the ground. She barely had time to prepare a counterattack as Ryuko was ready to swing again, but Ragyo was able to parry her blade with her hand and grab her by the arm. She swung Ryuko around and sent her flying off, crashing into the stands nearby. Ragyo took the time and the distance she put between them looked around desperately for Nui, she wanted to ask her to finish the job before her bladder reached it’s limits. Unfortunately for her, Nui was preoccupied fending off Satsuki, who despite not having Junketsu was still formidable, and the rest of the Student Council. She would have to take care of this herself. Steeling herself and pressing her thighs together, Ragyo dove at Ryuko, slamming into her and knocking her Scissor Blade out of her hands. Ryuko panicked, lunging for the blade, but was forced out of the way when Ragyo sent a clawed hand at her. Ryuko was barely able to roll out of the way to dodge, but it left Ragyo standing over her, smirking. “You put up quite the fight, but it’s time I finish this, I think!” Ragyo reached for the Scissors Blade, picking it up and getting ready to plunge it into Ryuko, but suddenly her bladder spasmed again and she wavered. It was only for a brief moment, but Ryuko took immediate advantage of it. She reeled both her feet back and plunged them into Ragyo’s stomach as she sprang from the ground. The direct hit to her bladder made her leak, and she gasped desperately, dropping the blade in surprise. She doubled over, trying not to lose control then and there. Unfortunately, Ryuko wasn’t going to give her a chance to recover. Ragyo was forced to lunge backwards as Ryuko grabbed the Scissors Blade and swung it directly at her head. The shock from dodging caused another leak, and Junketsu shuffled uncomfortably on her body. "Hey, don’t wet yourself while wearing me! I drink blood, not piss!" “Now’s not the time!” Ragyo glowered back at him briefly before having to dodge backwards as Ryuko sent another swing her way. Ragyo tried to counterattack and take revenge by plunging her clawed hand into Ryuko’s own stomach, but Ryuko managed to block her hand with her blade and the two glared at each other as they clashed. Neither could get the upper hand, however, so they both got blasted back by the force as the fight continued. Ragyo winced once again. She was finding it hard to move with her full bladder, and she couldn’t stand still for a moment. She blushed as she glanced up at the large screens. The audience had been freed, so they could watch her every desperate squirm as she fought both against Ryuko and her own bladder. Ryuko was the first to dive back in, swinging her blade at Ragyo, who once again sidestepped. She bit her lip, feeling herself nearly lose her balance as she tried not to leak again. She felt her bladder sloshing around with each step as she dodged and swung, trying to fight back even as her own body was failing her. “Your movements have gotten slower,” Ryuko taunted, noticing Ragyo was lagging behind. “You insolent fool!” Ragyo grit her teeth. If she was at full strength, she could easily finish this battle, but like this, she was in serious trouble. Another strong wave hit her right at that moment, and Ragyo had to fight the urge to jam her hands between her legs. Ryuko took full advantage of this and tried too attack, but Ragyo got in a solid hit, slashing at Ryuko’s arm. She dove back and grasped at her arm as Ragyo winced, leaking once again. "I told you not to-" “Shut it, I can’t…” Ragyo felt another powerful wave hit her, and she hadn’t even recovered from the last one. No longer caring about the monitor, she pressed both hands against her crotch, trying to press them as hard as she could against her aching muscles to keep her flood contained. Unfortunately, she was at her limits. She felt herself let out another leak and doubled over. She frantically looked for some rubble or somewhere to dive behind so she wasn’t in full view of everyone, but it was no use. In the next instant, Ragyo’s floodgates burst, and she began peeing uncontrollably. The strong stream met little resistance due to her revealing outfit, spraying down her legs and pooling underneath her. Her face burned as she realized her accident was being broadcast across the entire arena, absolutely mortified at the thought of everyone seeing her. She feebly tried to stop, but she had taxed herself too far, and she could barely slow the flow as she emptied her bladder right out into the stage, in full view of everyone. Her knees buckled as relief washed over her, and for a moment she lost herself in the sensation, allowing herself to let out a moan as she felt her swollen bladder slowly deflate. The pressure slowly subsided, and by the time she was finished, there was a sizable puddle beneath her. Unfortunately, now that she had finished, the relief was completely replaced with sheer embarrassment, and she looked around. It seemed like the whole stadium had stopped to watch her accident. "I can’t believe you pissed yourself in me, do you know how disgusting this tastes? You better wash me properly when we get back to the mansion!" In anger, Junketsu canceled their transformation, and Ragyo was stuck wearing the untransformed Kamui, now a sopping wet school uniform. Nui glanced over from her battle with Satsuki and the student council, and smirked, saying teasingly, “Oh my, Mistress Ragyo! How embarrassing! If you needed to go, you should’ve told me sooner~” Ragyo was about to scold her for her teasing, but before she had the chance, Gamagori got a strong hit on her, and she was sent flying. Ragyo was annoyed at the position they were in, but she allowed herself a small smile at Nui’s expense for her teasing. “Hahaha, did she really just piss herself?” someone in the audience asked. “What is she, a child?” she heard another scoff. “That’s what you get for trying to pull one over on us!” “She really did just wet herself like a child, hahaha!” “She looks kind of hot though, especially in that school uniform!” Ragyo looked around at the numerous people in the stadium, all watching her on full display. The screens prominently displayed the aftermath of her accident, and the audience was not letting her live this down. Some were angry, some were laughing, and yet others teased her or yelled in disgust. She could only blush and shrink down in embarrassment, but the worst was yet to come. “Hahahahahahahahaha!” Ryuko laughed openly, holding her stomach as she hunched over, “I can’t believe you pissed yourself? Is that why you were putting up such a sorry fight?” Satsuki glared down at her as well, having pushed Nui back, “You always look down on others, but how does it feel to experience that same humiliation. Or do you intend to look down on us with that puddle underneath you?” Ragyo grit her teeth, but seeing as Nui was being pushed back herself, and that she doubted Junketsu would cooperate with her after she pissed herself wearing him, she figured it was time to retreat. Not only that, but the sheer embarrassment of today was still burning on her face. Mortified, she ran off, Nui following close behind, and she planned to regroup and regain her footing later. The End
Here's another commission! This one's from @Infecteddeer12, and is part of the series of Toaru commissions I've done for them! After Misaka Mikoto's embarrassing accident, Kuroko comes up with a convoluted plan to cheer her up. Getting desperate herself to show her that getting caught needing to pee is normal. Of course, things don't go as planned, and Kuroko might have gotten more than she bargained for tempting fate like that! I hope you all enjoy! To Cheer Up a Friend In a certain dorm somewhere in the heart of District 7, the third strongest esper in all of Academy City was… Moping. “Mrrrrggggghhhhh…” Misaka Mikoto was laying on her bed, face buried into her pillow and hands running through her hair. A heavy air hung around her, and even Kuroko knew better than to make things worse by trying one of her antics. “Onee-sama…” Kuroko looked over in concern. She knew what was bothering her. Twice now, Misaka Mikoto had wound up in desperate situations, and neither time she managed to make it to the toilet on time. The first incident, regrettably, was her own fault. She was occupying the dorm’s toilet when Misaka Mikoto returned, absolutely bursting. Kuroko would never forget the sight of opening the door, only to see Mikoto standing there, having just wet herself. The second had partially been her fault as well. She had called Mikoto in to help her with a fight with Skill-Out, only for them to get trapped in a room where their abilities were jammed. Mikoto had only barely held on until they escaped, but clearly something had happened, and Mikoto had once again failed to make it to a toilet in time. Kuroko hadn’t been able to pry anything concrete about what had happened from Mikoto, but for it to be affecting Mikoto this much, she presumed it had something to do with that spiky-haired boy. That monkey! Kuroko gripped the sheets of her bed in anger, but she immediately relaxed and let out a sigh. Blaming that idiot wasn’t going to help cheer Mikoto up. Kuroko had been trying to pull Mikoto out of her funk for a few days now, but nothing seemed to be working. She was utterly torn up about seeing Mikoto like this, and she was saddened that she couldn’t seem to do anything to help. Kuroko rolled over, staring up at the dorm’s ceiling, when the motion jostled her bladder. Reaching down to feel it, she realized she had to pee. She stood up and made her way to the dorm’s toilet. As she began peeing, she tried to imagine how Mikoto was feeling. It was hard to picture. Although Kuroko sometimes found herself having to hold it longer than she would’ve liked, she couldn’t remember the last time she actually wet herself. Suddenly, an idea popped into Kuroko’s mind, and her eyes lit up. That was it! Mikoto was embarrassed about the two incidents recently because she felt like she was the only person who this kind of stuff happened to, but if Kuroko could show her that getting into a desperate situation and wetting herself was something that could happen to anyone, then maybe that would cheer her up. But… am I really going to wet myself in front of Onee-sama? Kuroko blushed, but then shook her head. No, it’ll be wetting myself for Onee-sama! Besides, sharing such an intimate, embarrassing moment with only Onee-sama… Kuroko blushed further, and smiled. As she finished up in the toilet and stepped out, she turned to Mikoto. “Onee-sama,” Kuroko asked. “Mmmyes?” Mikoto turned her head to the side, just enough to pull her face from the pillow. “Are you free tomorrow?” “I guess. Why?” Mikoto asked. Kuroko smiled. The plan was in motion. --- “Come on, Onee-sama! The cafe’s just up ahead!” “Slow down, Kuroko! Why are you in such a rush? Besides, couldn’t you just teleport us there?” Kuroko was bounding down the streets of District 7 with Mikoto in tow, equal parts nervous and excited for the day to come. She couldn’t just wet herself in front of Mikoto. If Mikoto knew, or even suspected, she had done it on purpose to cheer her up, it wouldn’t work at all. So she had to fabricate a situation where she would naturally get desperate and be unable to hold it. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. Kuroko was a teleporter, so there weren’t many situations where she would be caught without easy access to a restroom. Therefore, by necessity, she had come up with a rather convoluted plan. She would start by simply hanging around Academy City with Mikoto naturally. It just needed to be long enough for Kuroko to build up a need to pee. Then, she would invite Mikoto to the movies. There was a new, popular action movie that had just been released, and she knew Mikoto liked action movies, so it would be natural to invite her there. Then, Kuroko could show off to Mikoto that she had to pee, and even admit it to her, but use the excuse that she didn’t want to miss anything by getting up in the middle of it. After making it through the movie, Kuroko would beeline it to the restrooms-- which would undoubtedly be packed after such a popular movie. Then, playing up her desperation, Kuroko would ask them to return to the dorm. She could teleport them there and pretend to lose control in the privacy and comfort of their own dorm. Kuroko and Mikoto arrived at the cafe, where there was a long line nearly out the door. “This is why I wanted to get here on time, a lot of girls have been coming here after school for their amazing cakes.” “Oh well,” Mikoto shrugged, “We have plenty of time to wait before the movie. Unless you want to go somewhere else?” “No, here’s fine,” Kuroko nodded. The waiting wasn’t actually a bad thing, considering Kuroko’s ultimate plan. As the two stood there, waiting in line, Kuroko pulled her secret weapon out of her bag. A large bottle of buckwheat tea, spiked with diuretic. She had nabbed it from one of the first aid cabinets at the Judgment branch before meeting back up with Mikoto. Why their first aid supplies had diuretics stocked she would never know, but it came in handy today. I should drink some now, it’ll help me fill up while we wait. Kuroko looked down at the bottle nervously. She’d never used diuretics before, but she figured it was the best way to naturally fill up. She never really held it on purpose before, so she didn’t have a good grasp on her bladder capacity. She didn’t want to risk not being desperate enough by the time they got to the movies. She took a few gulps and looked down, trying to feel for any tell-tale signs of desperation. She felt herself getting nervous as she slipped the bottle back into her bag and waited. She knew the diuretic wouldn’t work instantly, but she had no idea what effect it would have. In hindsight she should’ve done more testing before spiking her drink with the stuff, but she wanted to cheer up Mikoto. Speaking of Mikoto, Kuroko looked over at her to see how she was feeling. She looked a bit down still, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as last night. Still, she lacked that excitement and pep that she usually had. “This is kind of out of the way from the dorms, how’d you hear about this place, Kuroko?” “Oh,” Kuroko looked over, “Uiharu told me about it. She said she came her with Saten the other day, and it was amazing!” “Ah,” Mikoto nodded, “I wonder if we’ll run into them?” Mikoto looked around to see if they were in line, and Kuroko frowned. She scanned the line nervously as well, hoping they weren’t here. Ordinarily she wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out with Saten and Uiharu, but today was different. It was supposed to be just her and Mikoto. Besides, Kuroko was okay being desperate and wetting herself in front of Mikoto, but not the others. Them showing up could really throw a wrench in her plans. “Huh, I guess they’re not here,” Mikoto spoke after she finished looking around. “I guess not,” Kuroko frowned, “I guess that means it’s just you and me today, Onee-sama!” Kuroko allowed herself to indulge a little, wrapping her arms around Mikoto from behind. As she did so, she felt the first nagging signals from her bladder. It wasn’t that strong yet, but it seemed the diuretic was working. “H-hey!” Mikoto fought and broke free of Kuroko’s grasp, but it was a half-hearted attempt, and lacked the usual feistiness and anger Kuroko expected from Mikoto. This is bad, I really need to cheer her up with this! As the two slowly moved up in line, Kuroko could feel in the back of her mind her bladder slowly filling up. That was good. It meant the diuretic was working, and hopefully she’d have to pee by the time they reached the theater. Still, it was really only a slight nagging that was easy for Kuroko to ignore. Worried that that wouldn’t be enough, Kuroko grabbed her bottle of tea again and drank a few more big gulps, finishing about half of it. “This line’s taking a while. Is this place really that good?” Mikoto asked aloud. “I’m not sure,” Kuroko shrugged, “Well, I hope after all this waiting, it isn’t a total disappointment.” “Yeah,” Mikoto nodded, “Well, at least we’re getting to see that movie after. I’m actually kind of excited.” “Really?” Kuroko asked. Mikoto was smiling, and she did look happier than she had over the past few days. A bit of the usual sparkle in her eyes also seemed to return. Her plan was already cheering Mikoto up. “I’m excited too, Onee-sama!” By the time the two finally got to the front of the line, Kuroko could definitely tell the diuretic was working. She shuffled in place as she felt the pressure starting to build up in her abdomen. She had to pee. It was still a nagging sensation that she could push to the back of her mind, but she could definitely feel it a lot more than normal. Kuroko actually got a little worried. Had she overdone it on the diuretic? She shook her head. She still didn’t have to go that badly, and they had waited quite a while in line. They had plenty of time to eat, but Kuroko wasn’t sure if they’d have much time to do anything else before they needed to head to the movie theater. That meant that even if she really had to pee by the time they were done here, she’d be fine. “I’ll have a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of milk tea, please,” Kuroko ordered, “What did you want, Onee-sama?” “I’ll take a strawberry shortcake and a coffee,” Mikoto answered. “Right away!” As soon as they got their food and drinks, they took their seats at a booth by the window. When Kuroko sat down, she felt her bladder spasm in protest, and she crossed her legs under the table. She felt the sensation subside, but she was starting to get worried about how fast she was filling up. It’s not that long until the movie… I should be fine. “Wow, this is really good!” Mikoto gushed, trying a piece of her cake. Kuroko did the same, pushing her concerns to the back of her mind and taking a bite of her chocolate cake. Uiharu had been right. The cakes here were amazing. The taste was light and fluffy, but still somehow rich and decadent. There was just enough bitterness to cut through the sweetness, and just enough airiness in the cake to balance out the creaminess of the frosting. She could definitely see why the girls of Academy City would come here after school and wait in such a long line. “This cake is amazing! Here, Onee-sama, try some of mine!” Kuroko took another piece on her fork and held it out for Mikoto, and she bit down on it and smiled, “Oh wow, yeah, that’s really good!” Kuroko blushed, having basically just fed Mikoto. She looked down at her fork, realizing that they technically just had an indirect kiss. “Here, try some of mine!” Mikoto held up her own fork, and Kuroko’s face lit up. To be fed by Mikoto, who she adored so much, was like a dream. And here she thought she was supposed to be cheering Mikoto up! Kuroko did the same, and just like her own cake, Mikoto’s cake was amazing. The tartness of the strawberries matched perfectly with the sweetness of the whipped cream, and the shortcake provided some much-needed chew and sponginess that perfectly soaked up the juice from the berries. But of course, the best part about it was the fact that it was another indirect kiss from Mikoto, and that she was feeding it to her. “I’m in heaven!” Kuroko gushed, placing a hand on her cheek. Suddenly, however, her blissful experience was cut short by another wave of pressure from her bladder. She squeezed her legs under the table, rubbing the calf of one foot with the other as she tried not to shuffle too much in her seat. The diuretics were definitely having an effect on her. She could feel her bladder filling up much faster. She really shouldn’t have gone back in for those extra sips of her tea. I’ll be fine, I don’t have to go that bad yet… as long as I can make it through the movie! Kuroko’s heart raced. Mikoto was clearly having a good time already, and she really needed her plan to go off without a hitch. Just as she was starting to fret about her filling bladder, Mikoto’s voice snapped her out of it. “Hey, Kuroko, thanks.” “Huh?” “I know you invited me out today to cheer me up,” Mikoto smiled, “I’ve been pretty down in the dumps because of those recent incidents lately, but this is really cheering me up.” “Really?” Kuroko asked, “I’m so glad, Onee-sama! I was starting to worry that nothing would cheer you up.” “Sorry I’ve been such a downer lately,” Mikoto apologized. “It’s fine, Onee-sama! I understand. That kind of stuff can be embarrassing!” In fact, I’ll make sure you know I know how you feel! Kuroko’s confidence in her plan was reinvigorated, and she doubled-down, pushing her need to pee to the back of her mind. She reached for her milk tea and took a big swig, ignoring the protest from her bladder. It was as delicious as the cake, and that helped it go down easy. By the time she was done, Kuroko was pressing her thighs together, rubbing her knees under the table to keep her need discreet. In contrast to how Kuroko had downed her tea in one go, the two ate their cakes slowly, wanting to savor them thoroughly. Mikoto also sipped on her coffee rather than gulping it down. They would have to leave for the movie soon, but they weren’t in a rush. Kuroko even thought about ordering another milk tea, but she thought better of it. She was getting pretty full, and she didn’t want to get too desperate before the movie. By the time they were finished, Kuroko was starting to feel pretty full. It was getting harder for her to simply ignore her urge to pee. She could feel her bladder starting to swell as it continued to fill, aided by the diuretics. She stood up carefully, disguising a small shuffle as simply stretching her legs from standing, and turned to Mikoto. “We should go, Onee-sama. By the time we walk to the theater, it’ll be almost time for the movie to start.” “Hold on, let’s go to the restroom first,” Mikoto suggested, “The ones at the theater are always packed when it’s a big movie like this.” “I don’t have to go,” Kuroko lied, trying not to undercut her own words by squirming around, “You go on ahead.” Mikoto looked at Kuroko oddly, but nodded and headed for the restroom. Kuroko sighed in relief. She knew it might be a bit suspicious, but the last thing she wanted to do now was go into a restroom, where she’d be face to face with the sight of toilets and the sound of running water. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Mikoto to finish up, and the two left the cafe. As they stepped out on the street, however, they heard a voice call from behind them. “Hey, you two were here?” Mikoto and Kuroko whirled around, coming face-to-face with Saten and Uiharu. They weren’t in their school uniforms for some reason today. Perhaps they had gone home to change before heading to the cafe, which was why they were so late. “Oh, fancy meeting you here,” Mikoto smiled. “Hey, you two!” Kuroko smiled. It seemed they were here to eat at the cafe, and since she and Mikoto had to get going to the movie, it looked like she’d still have Mikoto all to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but be a little worried. On top of that, standing up was worse than sitting down, so she was trying not to visibly shuffle in place. “Isn’t this place amazing?” Uiharu gushed, “Their cakes are divine, and their drinks warm you up!” “Aw, but you two seem to be leaving, we just got here,” Saten pointed out. “Yeah, we’re going to catch that new action movie everyone’s talking about.” Saten’s eyes widened, “Oh, that was today? That’s right, I totally forgot! Sorry, Uiharu, but do you mind if we join them?” “Huh?” Uiharu and Kuroko asked. Uiharu seemed surprised, while Kuroko was dejected. This totally threw a wrench in her plans. “Sorry, I know you really wanted to come here, but I’ve been following this movie’s trailers for months! I totally forgot it came out today!” “That’s fine,” Uiharu smiled, “The cafe isn’t going anywhere! Besides, it’s more fun to go as friends, right?” “Yeah, come on, if we go there now, we’ll have plenty of time to buy snacks,” Saten smiled. Everyone nodded, and Kuroko forced a smile as they headed towards the theater. This was bad. She was totally fine squirming and holding herself openly next to Mikoto, especially in the dark theater, but she didn’t want to do something like that in front of Uiharu or Saten. She also had no idea how this would affect her plans for after the movie. As she fretted, she felt her bladder continue to swell as she walked. She was filling up faster than she expected. She was starting to think that, at this rate, she might not even make it to the movie. Maybe it was time to abandon her plans? No! I’m doing this for Onee-sama! The plan will work out in the end! Kuroko shuffled along, pressing her thighs together and trying not to be too obvious about her discomfort as she walked. By the time the group got to the theater, she really just wanted to sit down and cross her legs. Unfortunately, they still needed to buy their tickets, and the others all wanted treats and snacks for the movies. “I’ll take a large soda!” Saten ordered, “Oh, and an extra-large popcorn! It’s supposed to be a longer movie, so we should get plenty to eat and drink!” “I want plenty of sweets,” Uiharu declared, “You owe me, since we didn’t get to go to the cafe.” “We just ate, so I’ll just take a soda,” Mikoto ordered. It was Kuroko’s turn, and she paused. She didn’t really want anything more to drink, and she just ate herself, but it would look odd if she didn’t order anything. “I’ll take a small popcorn,” Kuroko ordered. Maybe having a salty snack would help take her mind off of her growing need to pee. Satisfied with their snacks, the four girls made their way into the correct theater and found a seat that was neither too close to the screen, nor too far back. Despite the movie being just released and really popular, they managed to find a more quiet row. Kuroko was thankful for that, since it meant there were less people to catch her squirming. Kuroko also made sure she was on the edge of the group, with only Mikoto to her right. Uiharu was next, and Saten was on the other edge to the far right. As they sat down, Saten looked over and frowned, “Oh hey, Uiharu? Did you not get a drink?” “Oh? Oh no, I totally forgot!” Uiharu’s head drooped in dismay, “I was too busy ordering sweets.” “I’d offer to share, since mine’s so large, but I know you don’t like orange soda,” Saten frowned. “There’s still enough time for me to-” suddenly, the lights faded and the countdown for the movie began. There were still ads and stuff first, but not enough time for Uiharu to go back and order. “Hey,” Mikoto looked over at Kuroko, “Don’t you have that big bottle of tea in your bag?” Kuroko’s eyes widened. She did still have the bottle of buckwheat tea in her bag, but naturally, and even though it was only half-full, it was a large enough bottle that there was still plenty left. Of course, it was also spiked with diuretics, but Kuroko couldn’t admit that, and she couldn’t think of any other reason not to share. “I, uh, yeah, hold on,” Kuroko dug around in her bag and passed Uiharu the diuretic tea. I’m so sorry, Uiharu! Kuroko felt really bad, and she was all the more conscious of her own bladder because of it. She had to go quite bad, bordering on desperate, and the movie was just starting. Kuroko bit her lip. Perhaps she had overdone it. I’ll be fine. I can hold it. Besides, really only Onee-sama can see me, so I can hold it a bit more openly. Kuroko rubbed her knees together as she tried to focus on the movie. It opened with an action scene to get the audience hooked, so Kuroko was able to ignore her growing desperation for the most part, only squeezing her thighs together and grabbing the hem of her skirt with her hands when she was hit with a wave of pressure from her full bladder. She glanced over at Mikoto, who was smiling as her eyes were locked to the big screen. Kuroko allowed herself a small smile in spite of her situation. This whole thing had been to cheer up Mikoto, after all, and it definitely seemed like Mikoto was enjoying herself. Seeing that, Kuroko was able to push her discomfort to the back of her mind and enjoy spending time with Mikoto. Unfortunately, the distraction was short-lived, and Kuroko felt another spasm from her abdomen. She bit her lip and danced in her seat a bit, carefully trying not to distract Mikoto. Her full bladder was starting to bulge out against the waistband of her skirt, and she could feel the pressure continuing to mount. Mikoto looked over at her for a moment, and Kuroko suppressed her squirming. Her plan was to eventually let Mikoto know she was desperate, but she wanted to wait far enough into the movie, where it would be normal for a person to try to wait it out, even if they really had to go. Kuroko smiled at her, and Mikoto turned back towards the screen. Kuroko let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, and then caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. Uiharu was bouncing her legs up and down. It was subtle, and maybe Kuroko only noticed because she had to pee herself, or because she knew Uiharu was drinking her diuretic-laden tea. Still, she felt bad. Does Uiharu have to pee because of me? Kuroko shook her head. That couldn’t have been it. The diuretic didn’t work that fast, and there was a lull in the movie. If Uiharu had to pee badly enough already, surely she would just go. After all, she didn’t have a reason to be holding it, unlike Kuroko. Having come to that conclusion, Kuroko turned her attention back to the movie. Unfortunately, it was a bit of a slow point, and wasn’t doing nearly as much as the fast-paced action scene that opened the movie. Kuroko’s focus kept snapping back to her full bladder, and she was finding it harder and harder to stifle her desperate movements. Simply squeezing her thighs together didn’t seem to help. She crossed her legs and rubbed them together, leaning back in the theater seat and trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. Luckily, the movie’s pace picked back up, and Kuroko was once again able to distract herself from her desperation, if only a little. However, curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back over at Uiharu. She had finished almost all of Kuroko’s spiked tea, and was sitting rather stiffly, shuffling slightly in her seat. Kuroko felt a pang of guilt as she watched her. It really did look like Uiharu also had to pee. Kuroko made it halfway through the movie like that, shifting her focus from the movie, her own desperation, and Uiharu’s familiar movements. However, it was getting harder and harder to focus. Kuroko’s bladder was like a rock in her abdomen, swelling from how much pent-up pee she was holding back. She had definitely overdone it with the diuretic. Suddenly, Kuroko was hit with a strong spasm shooting straight through her bladder. The intense desperation made her stiffen up straight. She bounced her legs up and down, not caring about being subtle, as she fought the urge to openly grab herself. She clamped her jaw down and waited for the pressure to subside, just focusing on keeping the floodgates closed until it did. She managed to make it through, but it was clear she was absolutely bursting. It seemed like Mikoto had noticed, too, and turned to her in concern. “You okay, Kuroko?” “Of course, Onee-sama,” Kuroko whispered back, “I just… I kind of have to use the toilet.” “You should go,” Mikoto urged, probably remembering her own recent accidents. “I’m too invested in the movie,” Kuroko lied, “I can hold it.” Mikoto looked at her warily “As long as you’re sure.” In truth, she really wasn’t. That had been such an intense wave, and Kuroko wasn’t sure if she could survive many more of those without losing it. Still, she was determined to carry out her plan as best as possible. This is for Onee-sama! Thankfully, it seemed like that strong wave was the last one for a while, and it even seemed like her desperation seemed to subside for a bit afterwards. Kuroko was able to once again turn her focus back to the movie, and to Uiharu. If Kuroko suspected her of having to pee earlier, then she was positive she had to go now. She had her arms buried between her legs, tucked into the folds of her long skirt. She looked like she was simply sitting forwards with her hands resting in her lap, but Kuroko could tell from the desperate squirms and wriggles that Uiharu was definitely feeling the effects of her diuretic. Every so often, Uiharu would stiffen up, and squeeze her thighs around her hands. Uiharu nervously glanced towards the door to the theater, like she was thinking about getting up, but then she turned her attention back to the movie. Part of Kuroko wished she’d just get up and go already, but another part of her was glad that she wasn’t the only one trying to make it to the end of the movie. Though, since it was her fault that Uiharu had to pee in the first place, Kuroko knew that was selfish. As the movie moved towards the finale, Kuroko’s desperation returned in full force. It wasn’t as strong as the wave that had hit her, but the small respite her body had given her was over. She could feel her swollen bladder constantly pushing out, trying to make her loosen her muscles and let all that pent-up urine flow out of her. Kuroko tried to keep holding it just by shuffling around, rubbing her knees together, and crossing her legs, but she finally gave in and planted a hand between her legs, pressing against her crotch. “Kuroko, are you sure you’re okay?” Mikoto asked. “I’m fine, Onee-sama,” Kuroko answered, “Besides, the movie’s almost over.” Mikoto didn’t look convinced, but she turned her attention back to the screen. Kuroko was right, this was the finale. That meant she’d only have to hold it a little longer. Uiharu also looked relieved. The poor girl was restless, clearly battling a full bladder herself, but she seemed equally as determined to make it through to the end. Unfortunately for both her and Kuroko, the movie’s finale took place outside in the rain. The constant sound of rushing water did little to help either, and Kuroko was torn between trying to focus on the movie to distract herself from her bladder, and trying to ignore it and all the rain sounds making her desperation worse. Suddenly, she was hit with another strong wave of desperation, and she stiffened up. She clamped her hands against her crotch and pressed her thighs together, biting her lip to stifle a gasp. She felt like she was going to leak any second, her overfilled bladder stubbornly trying to force her to pee already. She felt a few drops leak out into her panties and she scrunched her eyes closed, putting all her focus into not letting any more out. Thankfully, she was able to gain control, just barely, but now she had to pee worse than before. Just a bit longer. I can hold it. I can hold it. If it’s for Onee-sama, then I can hold it! She kept her hands clamped down on her crotch as she returned her attention to the big screen. The rain didn’t help, but at this point Kuroko would take any distraction from the intense pressure in her abdomen. She caught Uiharu squirming desperately in her seat as well, and hoped for the both of them that the movie would end sooner rather than later. The last stretch of the movie was agonizing. Kuroko couldn’t remember the last time she had to pee so bad in her life. It took all her concentration and focus to stay dry, and she was seriously worried she was going to leak again. Thankfully, she somehow made it to the end, and as the lights brightened again, she stood up shakily. “You two should go,” Mikoto pointed out, and Uiharu blushed. Since Mikoto hadn’t said anything to her, maybe she thought her desperation wasn’t that obvious. “Yes, let’s hurry,” Kuroko urged. However, as she rushed off to the toilets, she remembered her original plan. Because she wanted to wet herself in front of Mikoto, she picked a movie and a theater where she knew the restrooms would be absolutely packed. Sure enough, she was right, with a line already forming outside the ladies room. That had been as intended. Her plan was to then teleport herself and Mikoto back to the dorm since the outing was over, and then pretend not to make it before rushing into the dorm’s toilet. Unfortunately, with Saten and Uiharu there, that wasn’t possible. What do I do? I was so focused on holding it that I forgot about the plan! Kuroko bounced and struggled as she fell into line behind Uiharu. She wouldn’t make it through the line at this rate. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She wanted to wet herself for Mikoto, but not in the middle of the theater, and not in front of all these people. I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! Kuroko frantically looked around before spotting a side exit to the theater. It didn’t look like an emergency exit that would set off a fire alarm, so Kuroko rushed towards it, hands clamped between her legs. Mikoto watched her run off and yelled after her, but Kuroko didn’t have time. She rushed out of the theater and slipped into an alleyway out of sight. She couldn’t even attempt to pull her panties down before the floodgates burst. A hot, powerful stream of pee practically exploded out of her, splashing onto the ground with quite a bit of force. Kuroko gasped, bracing herself against the wall as she lost control completely. She felt the hot liquid soak straight through her panties and spray between her legs, splashing her shoes and flowing down in small rivulets. Behind her, she saw Mikoto round the corner and gasp at the sight. She let out a relieved sigh, both because of the sheer relief of finally getting to pee, and also because in the end, her plan had kind of worked. She was wetting herself in front of Mikoto. The pressure in her abdomen finally began to subside, and Kuroko couldn’t help but throw her head back and melt into the blissful feeling of relief. She felt her knees buckle and she placed her free hand against one of them to support herself as she continued to pee at full force through her skirt and panties and onto the ground below. Kuroko peed there for at least a minute before her flow finally started tapering off, slowing down to a stream, then intermittent dribbles, and finally it stopped, the only thing still falling to the puddle beneath her were the numerous drips from her wet panties, skirt, and legs. “Kuroko…” Mikoto looked at her sadly. “A-ah, I’m sorry, Onee-sama, I really had to go.” Mikoto walked over to her, flicking her on the forehead, “That’s why I told you to go during the movie.” “I thought I could make it. I just didn’t expect the line,” Kuroko lied. “Are you okay?” Mikoto asked sincerely. Kuroko’s heart skipped a beat. Onee-sama’s concerned about me! Ah, but I don’t want to make her feel bad over this. “It’s fine, Onee-sama. I can just teleport back to the dorm and get myself cleaned up in no time,” Kuroko smiled, “Besides, the only one who saw me wet myself is you.” “Well, as long as-” Mikoto stopped, placing a hand on her chin as if she was mulling something over in her mind, “Wait a minute… you didn’t do this on purpose, did you?” “W-what?” Kuroko asked, shocked that Mikoto might’ve figured her out. “You seem way too calm about this!” Mikoto accused, “Besides, you’ve never liked action movies so much that you’d risk wetting yourself just so you wouldn’t miss anything!” “I-I I just got really into this one, that’s all!” Kuroko replied, taking a step back. Mikoto definitely seemed to regain some of that fire she lost, and she was now glaring at Kuroko. “You were pretty restless the whole movie, and you didn’t go before we sat down, or before we left the cafe,” Mikoto pointed out, “And you knew the theater’s restrooms are always packed! I even warned you about it earlier!” “I’m sorry, Onee-sama,” Kuroko apologized, bowing profusely. “I can’t believe you’d wet yourself on purpose just to try to make me feel better!” Mikoto shouted in disbelief. She stepped forwards, careful to step around Kuroko’s puddle, and Kuroko braced herself, expecting an angry slap or a shock. Instead, Mikoto chopped her head gently, and let out a heavy sigh. “Dummy,” Mikoto spoke, her voice much softer and calmer now, “You didn’t have to do that, you know. Just spending time with you today made me feel better. But thank you, Kuroko.” She hugged Kuroko, who turned bright red, on the verge of tears. “Onee-samaaaaaa!" Kuroko hugged her back tighter, and tighter, and after a few moments Mikoto pushed her off. “Okay, that’s quite enough! Now go get yourself cleaned up back at the dorm, I’ll go find Saten and Uiharu. I won’t tell them you wet yourself, I’ll say you teleported back to the dorm to use the toilet.” “Thank you, Onee-sama!” Kuroko smiled. She teleported away to do just that, leaving Mikoto alone in the alleyway with her puddle. Mikoto quickly left and went back into the theater to find Saten and Uiharu. By the time Kuroko returned, Uiharu had somehow made it through the line, and she was waiting outside the theater with Mikoto. Apparently Saten was still in the theater, stuck playing one of the arcade games they had in the lobby. “Welcome back,” Uiharu smiled, “I’m glad you made it!” “Y-yeah,” Kuroko nodded, blushing slightly. Mikoto flashed her a knowing smile, and Kuroko finally understood what had gotten her down the past few days. Part of her wanted to crawl under a rock and hide forever. “What should we do now? Want to grab dinner and talk about the movie?” Mikoto suggested. “That sounds like a great idea!” Uiharu beamed, “I was really glued to my seat there, though I really should’ve gone before the movie started.” Kuroko let out a small sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t JUST her diuretic that had led to Uiharu’s desperation. “Now, we just have to wait until Saten gets out and-” “U-i-ha-ru~!” Saten had managed to come up to them without them noticing, and had planted herself firmly before Uiharu’s skirt. She flipped it up casually, and everyone caught a glimpse of Uiharu’s panties. Kuroko blushed and turned away immediately, but there was no denying it. They were wet. S-S-SATEN!” Uiharu yelled, holding her skirt down and blushing furiously. “Uiharu, you-” Mikoto began. “I made it! I held it in! I made it to the toilet, I just… there was some… a little leaked out…” Uiharu blushed furiously, trembling so much that for a moment, Kuroko was afraid she would transcend dimensions and display some new esper ability, “This is all Saten’s fault!” “S-s-sorry, Uiharu!” Saten apologized profusely, “I didn’t mean it! I’ll make it up to you! Next time, the cafe’s on me!” As Uiharu continued pouting at Saten, the four girls set off towards the usual diner, eager to change the subject away from Uiharu’s panties, and back towards the movie. As Mikoto walked and laughed, Kuroko watched her happily, grateful that, even though the day hadn’t gone exactly like she had planned, that she had succeeded in cheering her up. The End
Another commission! This one's a Splatoon 2 story, specifically set after the events of Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion. This story features a Female Agent 8, as well as Marina! Note here, this story delves into Marina's past with the Octarians, but takes some liberties with the ages of the characters. In particular, Marina is much older in the flashback then canonically she would be given the lore revealed in Octo Expansion, just to add a sense of grit and realism to the story, and also so she's not weirdly young. I definitely had a lot of fun writing this particular story, as I do really like the characters and world of Splatoon, so I hope you all enjoy! A Different Kind of Test Marina squirmed in slight discomfort as she watched Agent 8 slowly make her way through the latest test. Even after her escape to the surface, the younger octoling had returned to the Deep Sea Metro to finish collecting the mem-cakes. When she had been down there the first time, Cap’n Cuttlefish had urged her to head straight for the thangs, prioritizing them over the rest of the test set up for her down there. However, for Agent 8, the mem-cakes had always been the more enticing prize. A sentiment that was undoubtedly redoubled by the fact that, unlike the thangs, they weren’t meant to kill her. Of course, the Deep Sea Metro could still be quite the dangerous place, so Marina and Pearl were carefully watching Agent 8’s progress on a monitor on the surface. If anything were to happen, they would be ready to mobilize at a moment’s notice. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have faith in Agent 8’s abilities, but it never hurt to be too careful. So, Marina was glued to the screen, watching Agent 8 guide a giant 8-ball through a complex obstacle course. Of course, her protective nature for Agent 8 and her desire to monitor her progress through the metro was starting to come back to bite her. It had been quite some time since Marina had gotten up to use the bathroom, and she was starting to feel the effects of a full bladder. “I’m back, Marina!” Marina turned around to see Pearl walking back into the room, carrying two large cups of coffee from Squidbucks. She handed one to Marina who-- despite her need to pee-- took a tentative sip. “I got you your fav,” Pearl noted, “Anything interesting go down while I was out?” “Nothing,” Marina shook her head, “Agent 8’s been breezing through these challenges.” “Sweet!” Pearl beamed. She hopped up on the chair next to Marina and looked up at the monitor, “Oh cod damn it, one of these stages again?” “She seems to have gotten the hang of them, at least,” Marina laughed lightly, and was hit with a nagging signal from her bladder. She shuffled in her chair a bit before continuing, “She hasn’t dropped the ball yet.” “Emphasis on yet,” Pearl rolled her eyes, “I’m just glad they have respawn pads down there.” The two watched on as Agent 8 completed the stage and immediately moved on to the next station. As they watched, Marina took another sip from her coffee and pressed her thighs together. On the screen, Agent 8 was tapping her foot restlessly as she waited for the train to bring her to the next station, pacing around slightly even as it was moving. It didn’t take long for the subway to pull into the next station, and Marina watched intently as Agent 8 was given a standard Octoshot and sent in to a relatively normal level, with sanitized octarian foot soldiers. She noticed there was some hesitance in Agent 8’s movements, which was a bit unusual. Marina could understand her being hesitant to fight against other octarians, especially after finding out how horrific the sanitization process was, but this wasn’t the first station where she had to fight them, and she hadn’t shown this kind of pause before. As Marina watched Agent 8 take down the enemies before her, she took another idle sip of her coffee and felt another pang of protest from her abdomen. She placed a hand on it and squirmed in her seat, trying to be discreet about it with Pearl right next to her. She considered getting up soon. She wanted to keep watching over Agent 8, but Pearl was back, and she couldn’t put her needs off forever. “Say, Marina,” Pearl spoke up, leaning closer and studying the monitor, “Do you think Agent 8’s gotta piss?” “H-huh?” Marina looked over, her mind narrowing in on the word “piss” due to her own needs, “Oh, no, I don’t think…” Marina trailed off. Come to think of it, Agent 8 was shuffling along somewhat awkwardly, keeping her legs pressed together as she stood and squirming around restlessly. It did actually look like Agent 8 was in desperate need of the bathroom. “Actually, maybe she does,” Marina noted, her own bladder sending a sympathetic wave through her as she watched Agent 8 squirm around. She was struggling fighting an Octobomber, who kept shooting out splat bombs at her. She managed to take the thing out, but just as she did so, it launched one final splat bomb towards her, and she was only barely able to swim out of the way in time. The bomb exploded and Agent 8 was hit with some stray sanitized ink and the shockwave. She suddenly froze, crossing her legs together and doubling over as she gasped. Marina watched as she stood there, just barely able to see a few trickles running down her legs. “I can’t tell, but I think she’s pissing herself!” Pearl exclaimed. Agent 8 stood there as pee continued to stream down her legs, mixing and disappearing into the ink beneath her. She glanced around a few times to make sure there were no enemies and continued standing there, still clutching her Octoshot as she lost control right in the middle of the battlefield. “That’s odd,” Marina noted. Pearl looked over at Marina, confused, “Why’s it odd? Did she just take a break or something?” “No, nothing like that,” Marina shook her head. She shuffled in her seat. She’d actually been waiting for Agent 8 to take a break so she could go herself, “It’s just, well…” Marina paused. It was something she wasn’t entirely sure Pearl would understand, but she knew Pearl was really open minded and understanding about things pertaining to Octarian culture. She would likely be more curious than anything, but there was always the possibility that it would gross her out. “It’s just what? Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Pearl asked, her curiosity piqued. “Well, I’ve already told you about how the Octarians, particularly the military, are very pragmatic, and put a lot of emphasis on efficiency, right?” Marina asked. “Yeah, you mentioned it was all sorts of stuffy, with bullshark rules and a stupid tight schedule, right?” “Yeah,” Marina nodded, “Well, naturally, we applied that sort of mentality to rest breaks too. Taking breaks at all was pretty frowned upon, even if you needed to go to the bathroom.” “Wait, you mean, you couldn’t take a leak?” Pearl asked. “Not exactly. It wasn’t like you couldn’t go,” Marina explained, crossing her legs as the topic reminded her of her own need, “but you were busy all the time, and a lot of the time, people expected you to man your stations no matter what. Holding it in is bad for you, and it could distract you from your tasks, so a lot of the time, we’d just… well…” Marina looked over at Agent 8, who had returned to the task at hand as if nothing had happened. “We’d just… go right there, where we worked,” Marina finished. “Woah, no way,” Pearl exclaimed, “Really, just like that?” Marina nodded, “It was a bit odd at first, but when everyone around you does it, you get used to it pretty quickly. We worked in pretty grimy conditions, and there was usually ink around to hide the puddles, so it just became the norm. I imagine it was even stricter for combatants like Agent 8. You can’t really move around well when you have to pee, and there weren’t really many good places to stop that wouldn’t leave you exposed, so usually they would go as soon as they felt the urge to keep themselves combat ready.” “Ah, so you were wondering why Agent 8 was holding it in in the first place, considering she’d be used to just… peeing,” Pearl looked down at the monitor in surprise. On Agent 8’s side, she was finishing up the test, and as soon as she got back to the train, she set a course back to the main station. It looked like she was finally ready to take a break, now that she had wet herself. Marina squirmed around a little bit and took another sip of her coffee. She would wait for Agent 8 to get back to the relative safety of the station, and then slip off to pee. Unlike her days as an engineer working for the Octarian military, she was perfectly free to leave her station, especially now that Pearl was here. At least, that had been her plan, but then Pearl looked over, her cheeks tinged pink, “D-did… did you do it a lot? Wet yourself, I mean?” “Yeah,” Marina nodded, “Like I said, it was pretty normal. There were plenty of times when I would be overseeing something important, like testing some dangerous weapon or high-tech device, and wouldn’t be able to leave. During times like that, it was hard to focus if I had to pee, so I would just go. There was this one time I was testing the new flooder designs, and the sound of the ink spraying down was getting to me. I hadn’t had a break all day, so I just relaxed and peed right there. It was a field test too, so I didn’t even have to worry about the lab getting dirty that time.” “Wow, I can’t even imagine doing that,” Pearl noted. She leaned across the chair and kicked her feet up on the desk near the monitor, careful not to knock her’s or Marina’s coffees over. She threw her arms behind her head and smirked, “I’ve had some close calls at concerts, especially back in my more experimental days. MC’d at some really dank clubs, not fresh at all. Some didn’t have bathrooms, other’s had toilets so rank you’d think the salmonids had gotten to ‘em first. The closest I came was pissing myself on stage, but I played that off like it was part of the act. Of course, it was still an accident. Never pissed myself on purpose before.” Marina felt another pang from her bladder and she shifted in her chair, “I guess it’s just a matter of culture. Like I said, for us, it really wasn’t all that weird. I have dozens of stories of just peeing, and even more of my comrades doing it.” Pearl blushed, and the two looked back down at the monitor. Agent 8 had returned to the Main Station, and had changed out of her wet clothes. She was currently wearing a large pink sweater with a blue anchor design across the front as she washed her uniform off. She hung it to dry and waited, looking over the many memcakes she had collected. Now that she was in a safe spot, Marina shifted again, ready to get up and excuse herself. However, just then, Pearl looked over at her, and asked, “So, if it’s normal to just… wet yourself in Octarian society, do you think the Octolings do it during Turf Wars and the other games?” “Oh, um,” Marina leaned back in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs and jiggling her legs a little as she once again put off a trip to the bathroom, “I suppose it’s possible, though really, that was mostly something that we did in the Octarian military. Before I joined, it wasn’t really common. So most of the civilian octolings coming up to the surface probably wouldn’t do that.” “Huh, so it’s just the military, then?” Pearl asked, “But then, people just joining would be pretty shocked the first time they saw someone just pissing themselves casually, right?” “I suppose,” Marina nodded, “I remember my first prolonged assignment, and it was a bit of a shock, but there had always been rumors, so I suppose it wasn’t too surprising.” “I see,” Pearl placed a finger on her lips, looking up in thought, “Man, that must’ve been weird to get used to though, huh?” “It was,” Marina nodded, “I vividly remember the first time I had to do something like that.” “Oh, tell me, tell me!” Pearl asked eagerly. She took a sip of her coffee, and Marina squeezed her thighs at the sound of the straw drawing up the last of the liquid. “It’s not really all that exciting,” Marina explained, running her fingers through her tentacles, “Really, I don’t-” “Oh come on, please?” Pearl asked, gazing into Marina’s eyes hopefully. Marina sighed, she couldn’t ever say no to Pearl. “Alright, but like I said, it’s not much, and it’s a bit weird…” --- Marina’s heart raced as she took the rickety lift down to the laboratory, an older female octoling wearing military goggles and a torn lab coat stood before her, escorting her down into the labs. She was looking over Marina’s file, straight faced, what little parts of her exposed face were unreadable. The two rode the seemingly endless elevator down, “You’re quite the over-achiever,” she spoke finally, nearly startling Marina out of her skin, “Perfect scores on all your proficiency and screening tests, assigned to numerous weapon design teams, received multiple commendations for excellent achievement and work ethics, and hand-picked by Octavio himself.” “T-that’s correct,” Marina nodded. “I’m gonna tell you, none of that means anything here,” the scientist replied, “We’re all here for a reason. You’re not the youngest on the team, or the smartest, or the most accomplished, or the only one to be hand-picked by the bigshot DJ.” “A-ah, yes, of course,” Marina nodded, stammering. The atmosphere and the conversation was making her nervous, and her new superior seemed to catch on. “I don’t mean to say that to make you feel inadequate, you’ve more than earned your spot on the team, as long as you pull your weight. Just don’t go thinking anyone’s gonna be giving you any special treatment. I’m sure you’ve been praised and treated special in the past, but that ain’t us here. Do your job, do it well, and you’ll fit right in.” With that, the elevator stopped, and Marina was immediately met with a large floor with multiple large machines, computers, and graphs. Along the back wall was a large glass panel that separated this room from the next, in which Marina could see harsh UV light and hear the sound of trickling water. The older Octoling directed her to the back, pointing at a monitor, “Today we’re going to be conducting some tests. We’re growing special nutrient-dense wasabi specifically for Octavio. We’ve been experimenting on various different infusing methods and growth conditions. In particular, we’ve found the wasabi responds best to certain frequencies of music, so we’d like you to run the calculations and experiment around with the numbers. You can ask Mako-- she’s the Octoling over there with the eyepatch-- how the experiment’s been going so far.” The older scientist made her way over to her own station, and Marina headed over to Mako. As she approached her, she noticed something odd about the way Mako was standing. Instead of working, it looked like she was just standing there, legs spread apart. It was dimly lit in the laboratory and Marina couldn’t really tell what she was doing. Marina approached her, and noticed the faint smell of something familiar. It was mostly drowned out by the strong scent of laboratory chemicals and machine oil, but Marina could smell something else there that she was sure she smelled before, she just couldn’t put her finger on it. “Um, Mako?” “Holy-” clearly startled, Mako whirled around suddenly to face Marina, “Oh, right, the newbie was coming in today. What’s up?” “Well, I was told to ask you about the music experiment with the wasabi,” Marina replied. “Oh hell, right, uh…” Mako looked over at her desk, rummaging around on it, looking for something, “Sorry, you caught me in the middle of something, let me just- Aha, here it is!” She held up a folder filled with notes and scribbles, “I’ll go over this with you over by the monitor.” As she and Marina talked over the data points, Marina started to feel a familiar sensation. Perhaps it was because of her excitement and nervousness, or the cold air of the laboratory, but she had to pee. She glanced around as Mako explained to her the ropes, and noticed there didn’t appear to be any restrooms nearby. She wondered if she would have to ride the long lift back up just to pee. As Mako talked, her bladder only continued to fill, and Marina was trying hard not to squirm or shuffle in front of her new comrade. She didn’t want to seem incapable or childish as the new girl here, especially after the speech she got from their superior. Finally, Mako finished, and Marina was about to ask about the bathrooms, when she paused. She had just started, and if she did have to ride the long lift all the way back up, she would basically have done absolutely nothing before asking to take a bathroom break. That wasn’t acceptable. Marina shook her head. She would at least get started on her work. If this place was anything like the last few laboratories she worked at, she would get at least one scheduled break during the day. She would hold out until then, and then go when her break time came. Marina found herself shuffling as she worked, standing at the monitor, looking over the numbers, inputting different parameters and running simulations to see what the computer predicted would be most effective. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, the sound of trickling water from the wasabi-growing stations doing her bladder no favors as she stood there. She glanced around the lab from time to time, looking back to Mako, and then her superior, both of whom were focused on their own tasks. As the hours went by, Marina found it harder and harder to focus on her work over her growing need, and she found she was no longer able to keep her desperate movements as subtle as she would’ve liked. Marina bit her lips and looked back over to their superior. She was wondering how much trouble she’d get in if she asked about the restroom. She really wanted to keep working, but her need was distracting her, and she didn’t want to let it get in the way of her job. As she turned to make her way towards her, however, she noticed that their superior was standing in the same strange pose she saw Mako in earlier. Her legs were spread slightly apart, and she was standing unusually still and stiff. This time, however, Marina caught a glimpse of glistening liquid flowing down from between her superior officer’s legs, making a strong splash onto the floor of the lab below. The sound was nearly drowned out by the sound of trickling water behind her, but the sight was unmistakable, she was wetting herself. Marina watched, stunned, as their superior officer casually continued pissing onto the floor of the lab, not even looking up from the console she was staring at as the puddle between her legs grew. Marina tried to tear her eyes away, especially since seeing her own boss do such a thing only made her own needs much worse, but she couldn’t help but watch until her superior’s flow had completely tapered off. “Whatcha starin’ at?” Mako spoke from behind her. The shock of her voice nearly scared the piss out of Marina, quite literally, and she found herself shuffling desperately as she tried to maintain control. She clamped her thighs together and turned to look at Mako, who was smirking at her. “I uh, did… did our boss just…” Marina trailed off, shaking her head. If their boss really had just wet herself, it was best for her to keep her head down and not say anything, “Nevermind.” Marina’s bladder sent her a strong wave of desperation, and as she braced herself against the console in front of her and crossed her legs, she whispered at Mako, “H-hey, do you know when we get a scheduled break?” “A break,” Mako smirked, “Ha, as if! Sorry, newbie, we’re in this for the long haul. Enjoy the long shift!” Mako returned to her station without another word, and Marina started to panic. If they didn’t get breaks, and there weren’t any restrooms down here, where was she supposed to go? She was used to holding it for long periods of time between breaks in the other labs, but with how badly she already needed to pee, she wasn’t going to make it until the end of her shift. Suddenly, realization clicked. Her boss hadn’t wet herself, and it wasn’t just a coincidence that Mako had been in the same awkward stance earlier. Marina had heard rumors about it in her time in the other development teams. People in the Octarian Military would simply wet themselves where they worked if they needed to, to forgo breaks and improve efficiency. Marina bit her lip. She was bursting, and if it was something her coworkers just did casually, she could get away with it too. Her long lab coat and black uniform would hide her stream and subsequent wet patch well, and she could get back to work and let herself dry off. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but even though she was bursting, she couldn’t let go like this. She was just far too accustomed to holding it rather than peeing, and her body wouldn’t let go in her clothes, no matter what she was trying to tell herself. Marina struggled at her station, dancing back and forth desperately. She was trying not to put on a display for her coworkers, but she was sure Mako, at least, had noticed. She wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t hold it until the end of her shift, but she just couldn’t bring herself to relax and let it go on purpose. “Hey, Marina,” her superior called, “I need you over here for something!” “Y-yes ma’am!” Marina tried her best to straighten herself out and walk over to where her superior was waiting for her. She was standing in front of a large machine with the side-panel removed, and some wires sticking out. “You’re good at repairing this kind of stuff, right? Could you help me fix this motor?” “S-sure thing,” Marina nodded. She bent down, the added pressure from her position spiking her desperation, and she blushed. She let out a long spurt of pee right onto the floor. She hoped her superior didn’t notice it as she tried to regain control, but she wound up leaking a few more times. She finally managed to stop the flow before she left a puddle by the machine, and she fixed it up with no further problems. “Thank you, Marina,” her superior officer replied. If she had noticed Marina’s leaks, she didn’t say anything. Marina nodded and quickly shuffled back over to her station, returning to work. The leaks from earlier had did very little to abate her desperation, however, and Marina knew she was fighting a losing battle. I have to let go… Let me let go! Marina once again attempted to relax and pee in her clothes right there, and this time, either because she had taxed her body to it’s limits, or because she had already leaked, she began peeing. At first she looked around in a panic, wondering if her coworkers would say anything, but neither her superior, Mako, or any of the other scientists down here said anything about it. Marina continued to pee, becoming more and more aware of the growing puddle beneath her. She had been holding in quite a bit, so would up peeing for much longer than her superior had earlier, and by the time she was done, she was practically hugging the console, bracing herself in the blissful relief she finally got. Marina glanced over at Mako again, who gave her a slight nod and a wink, and Marina immediately turned back to her console, blushing furiously. She couldn’t believe she had just done that, but it seemed that was the expectation down here. She tried to ignore the feeling of wetness pressed against her crotch as she worked. By the end of her shift, she was dry, and she found herself reflecting on that moment the rest of the night. Eventually, however, it would become the norm for her, and she would get used to simply peeing where she stood whenever she got the urge to go, knowing that it was an unwritten, unspoken expectation of the lab she was now a part of. --- “Wow, I seriously can’t believe you did that!” Pearl exclaimed. “I-I’m sorry if that was too detailed,” Marina replied. She was shuffling around quite a bit now. Her memories of her old desperation only served to make her current need worse, “It’s quite a vivid memory, but I get it if it really isn’t all that appealing.” “Oh no, it’s totally fine, Rina!” Pearl reassured her, “I really enjoyed it, I definitely want to hear more stories like that.” “I have a few,” Marina recalled, “Like I said, before then I would hold it in a lot at the other labs, waiting for our breaks, which were usually really spaced out. Then after that there were a number of times we were working on the wasabi project. Being around the sound of running water all that time was basically torture for your bladder, so we’d all pee a lot. There were a few times when Mako would suggest some crazy contests, like who could make the biggest puddle, or who could stealth pee the best, so if you got caught in the act, you lost.” “Sounds like she was doing it for more than the practicality,” Pearl noted. “What do you mean?” Marina asked. “I dunno, maybe she found it fun, or like, sexy?” Marina squirmed and blushed at the thought, “I-I don’t know, is peeing all that sexy?” “I mean, it could be,” Pearl shrugged, “I mean, look. It looks like Agent 8 has to go again.” Marina looked down, and sure enough, Agent 8 was squirming yet again. It looked like she was back at it with the tests, and unfortunately for her, she was going through another painfully slow 8-ball course. She was aiming meticulously with the charger, trying to guide the 8-ball to where it needed to go, but all the while she was bouncing up and down. Marina was surprised. Was she really going to wet herself again? And why wasn’t she simply peeing like she had experienced in the past. Worse still, watching her desperation only made Marina’s own desperation worse, and she found herself clamping her legs together tightly. Unable to keep watching Agent 8 squirming around desperately, Marina shifted forwards in her seat, preparing to get up and finally go. As she did so, however, she was hit with a desperate wave, and she shook her legs together frantically. She felt herself leak and she gasped, grabbing her pants as the small spurt leaked into her panties. “What’s wrong, Rina?” Pearl asked, looking over. “I uh, well,” Marina blushed, “I actually have to go myself. Could you watch Agent 8 for me?” Marina stood up, hand still pressed firmly against her crotch, when Pearl stopped her with her hand. She blushed as she looked down on the monitor, watching Agent 8 squirm, “S-since you’re used to pissing wherever, do you think you can wet yourself here?” “W-what?” Marina asked, embarrassed. “Yo, what’s with that shocked response?” Pearl asked, “I mean, we were just talking about it, and you’re already leaking. Besides, you used to do it all the time out of convenience, right?” Marina blushed, and then gasped as she felt herself leak again. This time it soaked straight through her underwear and she could feel a wet patch spread out underneath her hand. She blushed as she squirmed around. Pearl was right. She was already leaking, and even if she rushed to the bathroom now, she wasn’t sure if she would make it. “A-are you sure you’re okay with me doing it right here? I don’t want to gross you out,” Marina replied. “Listen, I could never find you gross, Marina, even if you piss yourself. I’m the one who suggested it!” Pearl replied. “Well, as long as you’re sure,” Marina nodded, still squirming in place. Hesitantly, Marina felt herself relax, and she let out another, longer leak into her pants. Instinctively, she clamped down, her body and mind fighting as she blushed and danced in place. She spread her legs slightly and removed her hand, her aching bladder begged her to let go. It had been a while since she had wet herself on purpose, and something in the back of her mind was fighting her as she tried to relax. She glanced down at the monitor, only to see Agent 8 holding herself openly as she tried to make it to the end of the 8-ball course. Unfortunately, the ball started rolling back down, and wound up stopping on a platform at the bottom of the hill. Agent 8 looked back in disappointment, and then doubled over, crossing her legs. She helplessly tried to hold on as she hobbled back to the ball, but it was no use. The picture was grainy and it was hard for Marina to make out an actual stream, but from the way Agent 8 had suddenly relaxed, Marina could tell she was wetting herself again. The sight of Agent 8 having yet another accident was enough to push Marina over the edge, and she was finally able to relax fully. She felt one last hot spurt shoot out of her, soaking through her panties and running down her pant legs before she lost control. Her stream soaked straight through the crotch of her pants and sent a stream pattering to the floor below. Hot urine soaked into the fabric and ran down her pant legs, making them cling to her skin as she let out a sigh of relief. With her standing over the monitor, watching Agent 8 also wet herself, it was funny how much this reminded her of her days at the lab. She felt herself relax more and her legs quiver as she continued to empty her full bladder onto the floor. As she wet herself, Marina remembered she had an audience, and turned around to look at Pearl. The squid was transfixed, getting an incredible view of Marina’s firm bottom and tight black pants as she flooded them with pee. The soaked fabric clung tightly to her ass and crotch, leaving little to the imagination as golden rivulets of pee flowed down each of Marina’s long legs. By the time Marina was done, she turned around to see Pearl, still staring intently, and clearly very hot and bothered. “Enjoyed the view?” Marina teased, snapping Pearl out of her stupor. “Y-yes. Very much so,” Pearl admitted, blushing, “Damn you for being taller than me, I’d kiss you right now.” “D-did you really find it sexy?” Marina asked, heart racing at what she just did. “Yo, sexy? That was beyond sexy. That was… hypersexy!” Marina giggled, pulling Pearl into a hug, careful to keep her wet legs away from Pearl’s clothes and letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you thought it was hot. I… I wouldn’t mind doing that for you again, if you want.” “Only if you’re into it,” Pearl replied, hugging Marina back and stealing a quick but heated kiss. Once they broke, Pearl beamed, “but thanks for totally catering to my whack curiosity.” “Of course, any time!” Marina nodded, “Though, I should probably get cleaned up. Care to join me in the bath?” “You didn’t have to ask me twice!” Marina shot Agent 8 a quick message about how they weren’t going to be monitoring her for a bit, and Agent 8 replied that she was done with the tests for the day anyway. Apparently having two accidents had been her limit. Marina sent her a few words of encouragement, neglecting to mention her own accident, and then Pearl and Marina quickly headed for the bathroom, leaving the puddle Marina left on the ground to be cleaned up later. The End
Another commission story! Though, really, the challenge this time was I had a lot of free reign on this one, and even got to choose the series and the scenario. Of course I went with Monogatari! Some series I just keep finding myself coming back to, and I really enjoyed writing this one! It's a bit spicy and starts kind of slow, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Hitagi Waterfall Senjougahara laid back and stared blankly up at the ceiling light in her bedroom, squinting at the harsh fluorescent glow. She turned her head to the side, glancing over at the phone on her nightstand, and in particular the date on that phone. April 11th. In three days, it would be April 14th. Or, more significantly to her, Araragi’s birthday. While Senjougahara seemed a bit cold and abrasive on the outside, deep down, she did sincerely care about Araragi, and wanted to ensure that she made the day special to him. After all, it was a celebration of his life, and she knew that Araragi could use a reminder that he should cherish that life, and how much he really meant to those around him. Especially her. Yet, she had hit a wall. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say she had hit a mental block. Previously, she had shared experiences with him based on what she enjoyed. Stargazing. Going to the planetarium. Quiet drives to various isolated places where they could be alone and enjoy their time together. Yet whenever she asked Araragi what he wanted to do, he would always say something selfless and romantic. Something like “You can choose, as long as I’m with you, I’ll enjoy it.” Of course, Senjougahara would see right through this as another one of Araragi’s self-sacrificing tendencies, and would often call him out on it. Yet, that didn’t get her any closer to her answer. What would Araragi want to do for his birthday? What could she offer him that he would enjoy? “Maybe I should chain him up and not let him go until he answers me seriously?” Senjougahara mused to herself before shaking her head, “No, it would undermine me trying to make his birthday special if I have to force it out of him.” As Senjougahara continued to ponder her conundrum, she heard the phone next to her buzz, and she glanced over. A message from Kanbaru. “Hey, Senjougahara-senpai! I’m in the city, so I was wondering if you were free today?” Senjougahara sighed. She didn’t really have anything to do, but she had planned on trying to figure out what she was going to do for Araragi’s birthday today. She was about to come up with some excuse, when she paused. Maybe she could ask Kanbaru. Not specifically about what she should do for Araragi’s birthday, but to give her advice on how she should decide on what to do in general. “Sure, where do you want to meet up?” * Senjougahara found herself sitting at a booth in a cafe, a large window to her left overlooking the crowds of faceless masses shuffling past. Across from her was Kanbaru, wearing an uncharacteristically girly outfit consisting of a frilled blue top and a skirt. Of course, she was still Kanbaru. Her characteristic bike shorts poked out from underneath the pleats, and her arm was wrapped with the ever present bandages keeping her devil’s paw in check. She sipped at the drink in front of her, gazing happily at Senjougahara. “I didn’t expect you to join me, senpai,” Kanbaru smiled, “You’re usually so busy with school lately.” “Well, it’s college, so naturally the coursework is harder,” Senjougahara replied, “Not to mention I’m not very athletic these days, so I’d have trouble keeping up with you on a jog.” “Hey, I’m not the kind of kouhai who’d invite you just to beat you in a race,” Kanbaru shot back. “True, you’re far more likely to try to get me back to your place,” Senjougahara pointed out. “I wouldn’t have you cheat on Araragi-senpai!” “No, you’d just invite him along too, wouldn’t you?” “It’s not like that at all!” Kanbaru crossed her arms, “Well, I suppose, if you wanted to talk about i-” In a single moment, Kanbaru had the fork Senjougahara had been using to enjoy a slice of cake pointed directly at her, the sharp prongs glinting in the sunlight from the window. “I was kidding, kidding!” Kanbaru held up her hands defensively, “I know both of you are off-limits. Speaking of, how are you and Araragi-senpai?” Senjougahara lowered her fork and let out a sigh, “Well, actually, there’s something regarding Koyomi that I’ve been troubled by lately.” Kanbaru’s looked up from her drink, her interest piqued, “Oh? I’m assuming it’s not something he did, or you wouldn’t have gotten possessive of him so easily.” “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t blame my reactions to your lustful comments on my possessiveness,” Senjougahara replied bluntly, “But you are correct. It wasn’t that Koyomi did anything lately that bothered me. In fact, you could say what’s bothering me is something I’ve done. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say it’s something I haven’t done.” “Hmm?” Kanbaru arched an eyebrow, awaiting Senjougahara to continue. “Well, his birthday is coming up, and I haven’t planned anything,” Senjougahara admitted. “It’s not like you to be bad at planning.” “In truth, it’s less that I can’t come up with anything. In fact, if I just wanted to plan a nice, romantic day with me and Koyomi, that comes easily. I doubt Koyomi would be the kind of person who would want a huge party, but if I wanted, I could plan something like that too. But I wanted to do something more meaningful. I want it to be something Koyomi would want.” “Ah, I see,” Kanbaru nodded, “But I suppose Araragi-senpai is the kind of person who sacrifices what he wants for the sake of others, so you can’t just ask him what he would want to do, right?” Senjougahara nodded. Kanbaru hit the nail on the head. “Though, when you look at Araragi-senpai, there’s definitely certain things he’s interested in,” Kanbaru continued, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk, “I could definitely think of certain experiences you could give him to make the day special.” “I should’ve known you would suggest something like that,” Senjougahara sighed, “Well, it’s not like I hadn’t also considered that. But if you must know, when it comes to my body, I’ve already given myself to Koyomi fully.” Kanbaru, who had been mid-sip, looked up at Senjougahara wide-eyed and her jaw fell open, letting the tea in her mouth spill out onto the table. She immediately blushed bright-red, and stammered, clearly caught off-guard by Senjougahara’s blunt admission. “Don’t act so surprised,” Senjougahara crossed her arms, “We’ve been dating for nearly two years at this point, and we’re both in college. It’s only natural we would’ve crossed that line by now. Of course, that also means I can’t simply seduce him as a birthday present. Well, knowing him, he’d probably still happily accept that, but I want it to be more special.” Kanbaru had quickly shaken off her shock, though her face was still a bright red. She finished wiping up the table and cleared her throat, “Ahem, well, perhaps you could go a bit further this time. Make it a more special for Araragi-senpai.” “What do you mean?” Senjougahara asked, cocking her head to the side, “Are you suggesting giving the whole of myself to Araragi, us both indulging in our carnal desires, is not the ultimate intimacy one could share with another?” Kanbaru blushed even deeper, and it was clear Senjougahara’s provocative working conjured images and fantasies in her mind. She shook her head, “N-no, of course that’s special, but I mean indulging in other things. Like Araragi’s fantasies, for instance. Do you know if he has any fetishes?” “Fetish?” Kanbaru quickly regained her composure and smirked. They were in her wheelhouse now. “Well, it’s only natural for some people to have certain lewd interests that fall outside of the norm. For instance, some people might be interested in BL manga, or enjoy stripping down and walking around without getting caught, or fantasize about licking the sweat off of a cute girl, for instance.” “Why do I feel like those examples were specific to you?” Senjougahara accused. “Erm, anyway,” Kanbaru deflected, “The point is, some people have sexual interests that are considered ‘strange’ or ‘perverted’ that go beyond even normal sex. I imagine someone like Araragi-senpai would have at least one or two of them.” Senjougahara paused to take a bite of her cake, which had gone neglected during their conversation. Once she finished her bite, she looked up at Kanbaru. “So, you’re suggesting that I figure out Koyomi’s fetishes, and then indulge him in them?” “That’s the gist of it,” Kanbaru nodded. Senjougahara frowned, “I’m not opposed to such an idea, but if I go that route, I’m basically stuck back at square one. I don’t know what Koyomi’s more perverse interests are, or if he even has any. If he does, he hasn’t discussed them with me.” “Even if you’ve gone all the way with him, things like fetishes can be considered far more taboo. Some people are embarrassed they have them, or think that they can’t bring them up with their partners for one reason or another. Some are just afraid of being judged. Well, it’s not like I know a lot about that from personal experience. These are just things I’ve read about in doujins and stuff,” Kanbaru admitted. “So, if he is hiding them from me, how am I supposed to figure out what he likes?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Kanbaru smirked, “Porn! Araragi-senpai’s gotta be hiding some sort of porn stash in his room somewhere, and if he has any fetishes, you can find out that way!” “I do suppose that’s the more pragmatic approach, considering I doubt Koyomi would come clean if I asked him about something like that directly,” Senjougahara nodded. “So, there you go! Find out what he’s into, and then plan your birthday gift around that!” Kanbaru smirked. “I can’t believe we landed on such a lewd solution. Well, then again, I was asking you for help, so I suppose it was only natural. If I had taken this to Hanekawa, I’m sure we would’ve come up with something far more reasonable.” “Hey, it’s totally reasonable to do something like that for your boyfriend! Weren’t you the one who pointed out you were both in college already?” Kanbaru shot back. “Well, I’m not dissatisfied with something like that,” Senjougahara concluded, “I suppose it’s fitting in a way, given it’s Koyomi we’re talking about.” As the conversation shifted away from Araragi and his fetishes, Senjougahara allowed herself to relax a little. On one hand, she now had the beginnings of a plan for Araragi’s birthday. On the other hand, she was nervous about finding out what Araragi liked. After their meeting at the cafe, Senjougahara said her goodbyes to Kanbaru, and pulled out her phone to text Araragi. In order to figure out what his fetishes were, she’d need access to his room. The easiest way to do that was to offer to come over and spend the night. It was something she wanted to do anyway, since outside of calls and texts, and short meetings between classes, they hadn’t seen much of each other that week. She shot him a message, and naturally he was more than eager to invite her over for the night. Senjougahara allowed herself a small smile as she returned to her own place to get ready, her heart racing as she thought about what she’d find at Araragi’s place, and what it meant she’d have to do for him for his birthday. * That night, Senjougahara found herself sitting in Araragi’s room. She was sitting with her body pressed against him as the two watched some random movie they had picked out, mostly as background noise as they cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company. Yet even as Senjougahara closed her eyes and let out a soft, contented sigh, in the back of her mind the nervousness and excitement for her true endeavor buzzed in constant reminder. “Ah, Hitagi, mind if I pause and get up?” Araragi spoke, “I gotta use the toilet.” “That’s fine,” Hitagi nodded, pulling herself from him to give him space to get up, “Take your time.” “I’ll be right back.” Araragi quickly left the room, and Senjougahara’s expression immediately shifted. Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately bent over to rummage around. She didn’t know how much time she would have before Araragi returned, so she had to make every second count. She first checked underneath the bed. The obvious place, but perhaps that’s why she found it empty aside from a discarded pair of boxers and a single sock. She immediately turned to Araragi’s dresser, opening each drawer and moving his clothes out of the way. Still nothing. With a grunt of irritation, Senjougahara checked the last place she could think of. Araragi’s desk. She checked the top drawer and found nothing but graded tests, discarded notes, and various scraps of other papers. She then turned to the bottom drawer and frowned when she saw more of the same, just a bunch of text books. But then a flash of something colorful caught her eye, and she moved the textbooks out of the way. “Found them,” Senjougahara spoke aloud in a hushed whisper. Sure enough, at the bottom of the desk drawer, buried underneath schoolwork and textbooks, were a bunch of porn magazines. Senjougahara grabbed the stack and began skimming through them quickly. Some images were of real women, while others were illustrations, and there were a few doujins mixed in. Most of them were relatively normal, just naked women in provocative poses or having sex. Senjougahara narrowed her eyes when she realized that more than a few of them were of big-breasted women with glasses. She flared a bit with jealousy when she thought about a certain know-it-all former classmate and mutual friend. As she kept looking, however, she finally found something out of the ordinary. It was a doujin where the girl on the cover was fully dressed. Upon closer inspection, she was standing with her legs pressed together, and a visible wet stain running down the front of her skirt and her legs. She was clearly in a position where she had just peed herself. Her curiosity piqued, Senjougahara opened the doujin. It started off with an office woman, squirming around and complaining that she had not had a break all day. She had to pee, and just had to finish up some task first before she could finally go. She boarded an elevator with a guy she apparently liked, and was embarrassed to be talking to him when she had to pee so bad. The elevator then stopped, apparently breaking down, and the woman began to panic, being close to her limit. She tried to hide her urge from the guy, but he picked up on it pretty quickly. She tried to convince him it wasn’t that bad and she could hold it, but after 30 minutes of waiting without the elevator being fixed, she was at her limit. She started leaking, and the guy urged her to go, saying she could blame the puddle on him. She refused, but after a few more leaks, she realized she couldn’t hold it any more. She was about to agree and squat down, but then the elevator started moving again. Unfortunately, she just couldn’t hold it anymore, and she wound up wetting herself completely. There was then a scene where the guy helped her hide her accident until she got to the bathroom, and given that it was an H doujin, they wound up having sex afterwards. After having read it, Senjougahara found some other doujins with a similar topic. Some attractive woman getting caught out having to pee, but being unable to go, and ultimately wetting herself. From what Kanbaru was saying earlier, it certainly seemed like this was Araragi’s fetish. Before Senjougahara could process this, however, she heard footsteps in the hall, and realized Araragi was on his way back. She quickly put back his secret stash and tucked it underneath the textbooks before slamming the desk drawer closed and practically leaping back to where she had been sitting when he left. “Sorry about that, I’m back,” Araragi replied as he entered the room. “You don’t have to apologize,” Senjougahara replied, trying to remain composed after her discovery. Inside, however, her heart was racing, and her mind was reeling from the images and covers of the desperate girls she had just seen. So, Koyomi’s fetish is… girls needing to pee? Perhaps because she was thinking about it, but as she shifted positions, she became acutely aware of her own bladder, and she stood up before Araragi had the chance to sit back down. “Actually, before you start, I’m also going to head to the toilet really quick.” Senjougahara caught Araragi’s eyes widened, as if she had piqued his interest with her words. If the glaring evidence in his desk drawer hadn’t been confirmation enough, she was now sure that Araragi had an interest in girls having to pee. She felt her cheeks redden as she quickened past him and left the room. She made her way to the toilet and entered, feeling extra self-conscious as she relieved herself. As she listened to her own stream trickle out and splash into the toilet bowl, she couldn’t get the image of that office lady squirming around desperately, before wetting herself. She couldn’t quite understand what Araragi found sexy about that kind of scenario. It was uncomfortable, awkward, and dirty to wet yourself. Senjougahara tried to recall the last time she even came close to wetting herself like that. Outside of a few times when she was little, the latest was back when she was still on the track team. She had been at the school’s sports festival and got caught up with a full bladder right before her leg of the relay race. She vividly recalled nearly bursting as she sprinted full-speed, each jolt through her legs nearly causing her to lose control. She had barely held on long enough to celebrate with her team before rushing off to the toilets. After such a close call, she was super careful about using the bathroom at opportune times. Her heart raced as she thought about doing something like that for Araragi? What would that even look like? Would she tell him that she was going to hold it for him? Would she simply hold it in and let herself get desperate before letting him know? Did she want to do such a humiliating thing as wet herself in front of him? Without coming to any conclusion, Senjougahara finished up peeing and cleaned herself up before fixing her clothes. She joined Araragi back in the bedroom, but her mind could not focus on their conversation or the movie playing. All she could think about was the fetish she had discovered, and what she was going to do about it for his birthday. *** The next morning, Senjougahara found herself driving to the Kanbaru residence. She was dressed in casual wear, a light pink blouse reminiscent of the color of their old uniforms, though with frilly sleeves and a white ribbon on the front, as well as a dark blue skirt and thigh high socks. Between her being busy with college, her relationship with Araragi, and the distance between the city where her new apartment was and the town she used to call home, Senjougahara rarely got a chance to visit Kanbaru. Today, however, she needed some more advice, and since snooping around and finding Araragi’s fetish in the first place was her idea, she figured Kanbaru was the best person to come to. She had sent her a message that morning, explaining in vague terms that she had found something out about Araragi’s fetish, but needed more advice. Naturally, Kanbaru had eagerly invited her over. And so, here Senjougahara was. She parked on the street in front of Kanbaru’s home and stepped out, walking up to the front gate. “Hey, Senjougahara-senpai!” Kanbaru called excitedly, sliding open the front gates. She was dressed in a short orange tank top that showed off a lot of her midriff, and very short white shorts, showing off much of her bare legs. She had clearly been waiting for Senjougahara to arrive. “Hello,” Senjougahara greeted nervously. “Come on, let’s take this to my room! I want to hear the juicy details!” Senjougahara wanted to remind her kouhai that she was here for advice, and not to gossip about Araragi’s fetish. Unfortunately, before she could say as much, Kanbaru was whisking her through the rest of the house, leading her up to her bedroom. Upon opening the door, Senjougahara was immediately struck by how large and messy Kanbaru’s room was. There were books, clothes, and empty cans of what looked to be some sort of sports drink discarded all over the floor, and she found it hard to navigate as Kanbaru led her to the table for them both to kneel down at. “So, what happened?” Kanbaru asked. “Well, I did manage to find Koyomi’s stash of dirty magazines,” Senjougahara admitted, “And while most of them were relatively normal, I did find a few odd ones, and I think I’ve uncovered something about Koyomi’s fetish.” “So, so,” Kanbaru’s eyes were practically glistening, “What is it?” “I don’t know if I’m comfortable sharing that information with you. No, I think I’m especially wary of sharing that information with you.” “Oh come on! You’re not going to tell me?” “I mean, Koyomi was keeping it a secret for a reason. And I don’t even know because I asked him. I snooped around his room and found out that way. This isn’t even information I should know yet, let alone something I should be sharing with you.” “Aw,” Kanbaru’s expression immediately dropped. “But, I will say that… I’m feeling a bit conflicted about it,” Senjougahara admitted. “Oh? Is it that bad?” “I wouldn’t say that,” Senjougahara shook her head, “I just find it hard to understand why Koyomi would be into it, and admittedly I’m a bit anxious about actually indulging in it for him.” “Well, that’s natural,” Kanbaru nodded, “I mean, the definition of a fetish is that it’s going to be something that most people don’t find sexy, or rather, it’s something that it’s unusual to be attracted to in the first place. Though, if you ask him, there’s usually some reason why he finds whatever it is attractive.” “I suppose so,” Senjougahara nodded. She recalled the image of the office lady wetting herself once again, and tried to imagine what Araragi would find sexy about it. She supposed the pose was somewhat provocative, and the manga had focused on an upskirt of the woman’s panties to show off the wetting fully, so she could kind of see it, but she still didn’t know how to feel about it. After all, if she was really going to do this for Araragi, it wouldn’t be a random office lady, but her. Senjougahara tried to imagine herself in that position, doubled over, legs pressed together as she peed herself. The image made her heart race and her face flush with embarrassment, and she shook her head. “But anyway, I suppose there’s not really much you can do about being nervous about trying it. I mean, it’s not like it’s something you can practice ahead of time, unless…” Senjougahara looked up, “Unless what?” “W-well, no, nevermind,” Kanbaru blushed, “I was going to make a joke about how you could try it out with me, but you’re trying to take this seriously, so-” “That might be a good idea.” “W-wh-what?” Kanbaru blushed. “Well, I just mean, maybe if I can try it out before I do it with Koyomi, I would know whether it’s something I’d want to go through with. So maybe I should do it here, with you.” “W-w-wait! Wait wait!” Kanbaru blushed even further, holding up her hands, “Wh-what exactly are you suggesting here, we can’t, I mean, if you do it with me-” “Aren’t you the one who suggested it? I’m just agreeing that it might be worthwhile,” Senjougahara pointed out, “Although, I suppose that does mean I’ll have to tell you what Koyomi’s fetish is, which is a bit problematic. If I do, you have to promise me you won’t tell another soul, even Koyomi himself.” “I-I promise,” Kanbaru nodded, still clearly flustered, “But are you seriously suggesting we do… whatever it is together!?” “Well, I won’t force you, but yes, I am serious. You see, Koyomi’s fetish is pee desperation. Or more specifically, it seems he’s into scenarios where a girl is desperate to pee, and eventually wets herself.” Kanbaru let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, and she relaxed considerably, “Oh, It was something like that. I thought it was something way more sexual.” “You don’t seem all that surprised,” Senjougahara pointed out. “No, well, I mean, yeah, I guess it’s a bit unusual, but in the long run I guess that’s a pretty tame one, compared to some of the others I can think of,” Kanbaru pointed out. Senjougahara looked around the room at all the books stacked around her. All the BL novels and other raunchy fiction. She reached over and flicked Kanbaru on the forehead. “These books have been filling your head with lewd thoughts.” “Hah, as if I need the help of these books to be lewd,” Kanbaru boasted, as though it were an accomplishment, “B-but anyway, do you seriously want to try it out? Wetting yourself, I mean? If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to try it just for Araragi’s sake. I’m sure the reason he hasn’t brought it up to you is because he doesn’t want you to feel forced into that in the first place.” “No, it’s fine,” Senjougahara shook her head, “If it’s for Koyomi, I’m willing to at least try it. I think it’ll be less embarrassing wetting myself in front of another girl first, so doing it in front of you will get me used to it before I do it for Araragi. Well, that’s only if you want to help. I know ultimately it’s a weird request.” “No no, it’s fine! I’m down to help!” Kanbaru smiled, “In fact, if it’ll make you feel less embarrassed, I can hold it alongside you.” “You really don’t have to do that,” Senjougahara replied. “No, it’s fine, I kind of want to try it too,” Kanbaru admitted. “You better not be trying it because you know it’s Koyomi’s fetish.” “Who, me? I’d never do that!” Senjougahara shot Kanbaru a death glare, and she held up her hands defensively. “I’m serious! It’s not for anything nefarious like that! Consider it simple curiosity!” “You’re helpless.” With that settled, the two girls decided to prepare. Kanbaru ran off to the kitchen to get some water and supplies, and Senjougahara sat down, closing her eyes and letting out a light sigh. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. Her heart raced in her chest as she awaited Kanbaru’s return. Perhaps because she knew what she was about to do, she felt the slightest of nags from her bladder already, and shifted her position. “I’m back!” Kanbaru triumphantly announced. She had returned with multiple bottles of water, a few cans of the sports drink, and a small pill bottle. She placed them out on the table and sat down across from Senjougahara, splitting up the drinks evenly. “What are the pills for?” Senjougahara asked, puzzled. “They’re a diuretic!” Senjougahara stared blankly at Kanbaru before narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! I borrowed them from my grandmother. Well, not that I told her, but I’ll put them back when we’re done.” She handed one small pill to Senjougahara, who looked down at it nervously. “Are you sure this is safe?” “Yeah, they’re made from a natural extract of dandelion and horsetail. My grandmother takes them for her kidneys or something,” Kanbaru explained. She popped one into her mouth before Senjougahara could protest, and downed it with a large swig from one of her water bottles. Senjougahara hesitated before popping the diuretic pill into her mouth and washing it down as well. She downed about half the bottle and let out a soft breath. She felt the nagging in her bladder again, though it had to have been more psychosomatic than a legitimate response from the pill and the water. Senjougahara knew both would take a while to take effect on her bladder. Now all they had to do was wait. The two continued to talk and drink for a bit before Senjougahara started noticing the uncomfortable pressure in her abdomen. She shuffled slightly in place as she finished off her first water bottle and checked the time. It had only been fifteen minutes since they started. She looked down nervously at the bottle of diuretic pills. She had never taken anything like that before, and had no idea how that would affect her ability to hold it. She looked across at Kanbaru, who still seemed totally fine. Senjougahara seriously wondered if Kanbaru had never done anything like this before. She seemed unusually prepared for it, and didn’t seem bothered at all. Perhaps she was thinking too much about it. She tried to push the feelings to the back of her mind as she reached for one of the sports drinks Kanbaru had offered her. It clearly matched the discarded cans surrounding them in the room. “You’ve taken a liking to this brand, I see,” Senjougahara pointed out, trying to make conversation to take her mind off of her growing need. “Hehehe, I guess so,” Kanbaru scratched the back of her head, “It’s really refreshing, and helps prevent dehydration on long runs.” “I see,” Senjougahara nodded. She cracked open the can and took a sip. It was citrusy, somewhat tart, and not overly sweet. She could see why Kanbaru enjoyed it, though perhaps the excess of cans surrounding her was a bit much. As Senjougahara sipped, however, she felt a wave of pressure from her bladder, and she squeezed her thighs together, looking down nervously. Her body was definitely reacting to the extra fluid intake. She wondered if it was just in her head because she was thinking too much about it, or if the diuretic pill was starting to take effect. “How are you feeling?” Kanbaru asked, possibly having noticed Senjougahara’s squirming. “I’m definitely starting to feel the urge,” Senjougahara admitted, “It’s not bad yet, but it’s at the point that, if I were relaxing at home or there was a toilet right there, I’d go.” “I’m about the same,” Kanbaru admitted, “I gotta go a bit, but I’m still good.” That was a bit surprising to Senjougahara. Kanbaru didn’t look like she had to go at all. Or perhaps she just hadn’t picked up on it. Maybe Senjougahara was being too obvious with her need, or maybe it was less noticeable than she thought it was. She watched Kanbaru carefully as she reached for one of her own can of the sports drink and cracked it open. She downed it in one go, letting out a refreshed sigh and tossed the can to the side. It bounced and joined a bunch of other cans in the trash piled around them. Kanbaru then leaned back, looking pretty relaxed, and Senjougahara wondered if she hadn’t been lying about feeling it already to make her feel better. But then she noticed her tense up, shaking her leg slightly as she shifted. Seeing Kanbaru start to show signs of needing to pee only made Senjougahara more aware of her own bladder. She felt it spasm sympathetically as she shifted back, and she reached down to rub her stomach slightly. She could feel the urge building up, no doubt helped by the water making its way through her body. Senjougahara wriggled in place a bit as she took another swig from her can. She didn’t down it in one go like Kanbaru, but she left it less than half full as she placed it back on the table. The time seemed to go by more slowly as both Senjougahara and Kanbaru waited. It was becoming harder for Senjougahara to simply push her need to the back of her mind and focus on the conversation, and she found herself pressing her thighs together more frequently. For Kanbaru’s part, she seemed relatively relaxed, and was even sitting criss-cross, keeping her legs spread. Even then, though, she was shaking her knees a little and would occasionally place a hand on the floor between her legs. Not quite holding herself, but still clearly putting some pressure on her crotch. About an hour into it, and Senjougahara was really starting to feel the effects of her filling bladder. Her heart raced nervously as she felt the uncomfortable pressure mounting in her lower abdomen. She had her thighs pressed together tightly, and was trying to ignore the nagging waves that came each time she took a sip of her water bottle. Kanbaru looked more composed, but she was sitting stiffly now, and she had shifted her position, no longer keeping her legs spread apart. “How are you holding up?” Kanbaru asked again, “I’m starting to really need to go.” Senjougahara nodded, blushing slightly, “Same here. I’m definitely at the stage where I’d make it a priority to head to the toilet, even if I were in the middle of class or driving.” She placed a hand on her stomach and felt her bladder. It wasn’t quite swelling out just yet, but she could tell it was full, and if she put pressure on it with her hand, it would send a spike of pressure through her. She braced herself as she felt an urgent wave wash over her, shaking her legs as she resisted the urge to grab herself. “This is uncomfortable,” Senjougahara noted, “I don’t understand what Koyomi finds attractive about this.” “Well, it might be the erotic nature of it,” Kanbaru replied, “I mean, when you’re squirming around needing to pee, you have your legs pressed together, and your hand is near your crotch. Your breathing gets heavy and ragged, and you dance around provocatively.” Senjougahara blushed as she looked down at herself, and then over at Kanbaru. They were both squirming around, somewhat red-faced as they pressed their legs together. Kanbaru was also playing it up, openly grabbing herself and shaking her hips as she tried to emphasize her point. Once again, Senjougahara could kind of see where she was coming from. “Then again, if that’s it, then wouldn’t it just be better to tease Araragi more conventionally?” Senjougahara pointed out, leaning back and crossing her legs to try to find a more comfortable position. “That would cover the erotic side, but there’s also the factor of vulnerability, and need,” Kanbaru answered. “Hmm?” Senjougahara asked, tilting her head to the side. “Look at it this way. When you have to pee, your body desperately needs something, and you’re fighting against it. That struggle of desperately needing to relieve yourself, as you try your best to hold it in, leaves you vulnerable. In the end, you’re at the mercy of your body.” “I suppose,” Senjougahara nodded, squirming in place. The shift of their discussion had only made her need worse, and the fact that she couldn’t focus on the conversation to get her mind off of it did nothing to help. Kanbaru leaned forwards, pressing both hands against her crotch as she spoke, “Not to mention, the pressure sits at the core of your abdomen, and the pressure is right there at your crotch. I hear some people even get turned on when they hold it.” Senjougahara reached down and felt her bladder, trying to imagine getting aroused by the uncomfortable pressure mounting down there. She squeezed her thighs together and squirmed, more aware of the movements rubbing her crotch against her panties. Once again, she could somewhat understand that. As she shuffled in place, Kanbaru continued, “Think about a time you really had to pee, and then finally got to go. The release can be blissful, and pleasurable in and of itself.” “You’re talking more and more like you’re the one who has this fetish,” Senjougahara pointed out. Kanbaru frowned, “I told you, I’m just curious about these things! But I can understand where Araragi-senpai is coming from.” “Well, it’s true that if I think about it that way, I can definitely understand why Koyomi would find this appealing,” Senjougahara admitted. “That’s the spirit!” Kanbaru smiled. She moved suddenly, but then immediately clamped down on her crotch, wincing as she squeezed her legs together, “Ah, but, it’s really getting uncomfortable, isn’t it?” Senjougahara nodded. The diuretic was definitely working at this point, and she could feel her bladder filling up even faster. Given Kanbaru’s shameless holding, Senjougahara reluctantly gave in and snaked her hand down, putting extra pressure on her crotch. The relief it provided was appreciated, but fleeting, as soon after she felt her bladder send another pressure wave through her body. Tensing up, she squirmed in place and glanced to the door to Kanbaru’s bedroom. She knew just down the hall there was a toilet there, and the only thing preventing her from getting up and just going was the fact that she was supposed to practice wetting herself. She paused. She was already in bad shape, but she didn’t think she was that close to wetting herself. “This is harder than expected, huh?” Kanbaru asked, clamping her hands down on her own crotch as she bit her lip. She tentatively reached for more water, but only took a few sips before tensing up and crossing her legs together tightly. “I’m definitely getting desperate, but I don’t feel like I’m that close to wetting myself,” Senjougahara admitted. “Hmm,” Kanbaru paused, “Hey, maybe we should go for a walk.” Senjougahara didn’t like the idea of walking around in this state, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “Think about it, it’ll be harder to hold it if we’re walking around instead of just sitting here, and on top of that, I doubt you’re planning on just holding it like this in front of Araragi-senpai, right? You’ll probably have to hold it while you’re doing other things,” Kanbaru pointed out, “Also, when it gets worse, we won’t be tempted just to give up and run to the toilet if we don’t have one nearby.” Senjougahara felt her full bladder. It was true that she was starting to get tempted just to call it early, especially with how quickly the pressure was starting to mount. “That’s true, but I don’t want to be seen,” Senjougahara pointed out. “We can go to the abandoned shrine,” Kanbaru suggested, “Pretty much no one goes up there, and the path is pretty remote.” “I suppose that’s true,” Senjougahara nodded. She weighed her options. On one hand, if they stayed here, she could hold it in the privacy of Kanbaru’s bedroom, and she could continue sitting down instead of forcing herself to walk with a full bladder. On the other hand, as she got more desperate, she’d only be more and more tempted to give in and head to the toilet, and a walk would at least give her something else to focus on, “Perhaps a walk wouldn’t hurt.” Kanbaru nodded, “Great! I’ll go grab some stuf-ah!” Kanbaru jumped up to grab stuff for their walk, but was immediately hit with a desperate wave. She doubled over and braced herself as she clamped her hands down on her crotch, and from Senjougahara’s position, she got a clear view of her ass and the tips of her fingers poking out between her legs as she held on. Once again, she could definitely see why something like that might be attractive to Araragi. “I’m fine!” Kanbaru called, before heading off. She returned with a small pack and packed in plenty of water bottles, a couple of towels, and two changes of clothes so they wouldn’t have to walk back with wet stains on their bottoms. “You ready to go?” Senjougahara nodded and stood up, and just like Kanbaru, she immediately felt her bladder react to the changing position. A strong wave of desperation shot through her, and she rubbed her abdomen as she squeezed at her crotch with her other hand. She shuffled in place, shifting from foot to foot urgently, and clenched her teeth until the wave passed. “Let’s go,” Senjougahara nodded. If sitting around and holding it was bad, walking was far worse. As the two set off from Kanbaru’s house, Senjougahara almost immediately regretted her decision. Each step felt tortuous, t usually small jolts from each step being amplified as they sent vibrations through Senjougahara’s bladder. She shuffled awkwardly as she squeezed her thighs together between each step. This is for Koyomi. This is for Koyomi. Senjougahara chanted to herself, resisting the urge to ask Kanbaru for them to turn back before they got too far away from her house. In front of her, Kanbaru seemed to be doing better, if only marginally. She was walking stiffly, and she was playing with the hem of her shorts with her fingers nervously, clearly resisting the urge to openly hold herself. They slowly reached where the residential area reached a more forested walkway heading towards the shrine. Now that they had more privacy, Kanbaru wasted no time grabbing herself again. She shuffled desperately in place, and Senjougahara felt her own bladder spasm sympathetically as she watched her. Kanbaru then stopped, dancing in place briefly before regaining control. As she did, she regained control, and turned around. “This is harder than I thought,” Kanbaru pointed out, “I’m really feeling it.” “Same, I’m quite desperate,” Senjougahara admitted. “Well, I suppose that’s the idea,” Kanbaru smiled, though it was clear she was fighting her full bladder as well. Despite this, she reached for the pack and then pulled out a water bottle, handing it to Senjougahara before grabbing one herself, “We should make sure to keep drinking.” Senjougahara looked at the water bottle hesitantly. She didn’t want any more liquid inside of her, but she supposed her ultimate goal was wetting herself anyway, so she supposed more water wouldn’t hurt. She took the bottle and opened it, taking a large swig. Almost immediately she felt the sensation hit her abdomen, and her bladder spasmed in protest. Bracing herself, she took another large swig, and watched Kanbaru do the same. The two finished their bottles, dancing in place desperately before setting back off down the trail. Senjougahara allowed herself to squeeze her crotch discreetly as she walked along, shuffling more than walking with how full her bladder was. She could feel it starting to swell against the waistband of her skirt, and she bit her lip as she powered forwards, trying to ignore the sloshing vibrations each step sent through it. Before her, Kanbaru was shamelessly squirming, hands jammed between her legs as she danced with each step. She was letting out soft moans as she fought against her full bladder, which was pretty visible given that her top bore her midriff. Even Senjougahara could see it when Kanbaru turned around to check that she was still behind her. By the time the two were halfway to the shrine, Senjougahara was absolutely bursting. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead, more from the effort of holding it in than the gentle hike up the slight incline. She had given in and was now holding her crotch with one hand, squirming and wriggling with each step. Every time they stopped, she squeezed and crossed her legs tightly, and she found herself falling behind Kanbaru. Kanbaru herself was struggling as well, even though she was keeping a better pace than Senjougahara. Her bladder was really starting to bulge, and she was trying to tug at her waistband to find a more comfortable position. She was dancing in place desperately as she walked, and she couldn’t sit still. Each step went straight to her bladder, and she was finding it harder and harder to hold it. “Just the steps up to the shrine left,” Kanbaru announced, glancing up at the long stairway before them, “I’m absolutely bursting.” “Me too,” Senjougahara admitted, “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” “Let’s try to get to the top, at least!” Kanbaru urged, “Though, with all these stairs, that’s going to be tricky.” Kanbaru was right. If walking was bad enough, then the stairs were absolute torture. Each time Senjougahara had to lift her leg to take the next step, the pressure in her abdomen mounted, and she felt like she was on the verge of losing control. Kanbaru wasn’t faring much better, stopping every few steps and squeezing her eyes shut. Both of them were now holding themselves openly, unable to contain themselves without the extra pressure from their hands clamping down on their crotches. “I’m gonna leak,” Kanbaru whined, dancing around and crossing her legs. She reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, letting out a slight sigh of relief with the extra pressure from her waistband gone. She then jammed her hands down between her legs once again and took another few steps. Senjougahara was tempted to do the same, but if she tried the same with her skirt, she knew it would start slipping down her legs. Instead, she rubbed her swollen bladder and pressed her legs tightly together before steeling herself for the next step. Somehow, the two managed to climb up the long path, bursting all the way, until the shrine came into view up ahead. Unfortunately, that still meant they had quite a few steps left to go, and each one was a struggle. Senjougahara felt the pee inside her try to squeeze out with each step climbed, and she was breathing heavily, sweating as she tried to hold it in. Bracing herself for the next step, Senjougahara lifted her leg and was hit with a strong wave of pressure. She gasped, doubling over and clamping her hands down as she placed her leg back down and squeezed her thighs tightly. She felt herself let out a small leak, the hot spurt soaking into her panties. She blushed furiously, feeling the wet patch against her crotch. She tensed herself up and fought back to regain control. As soon as she did, she once again attempted to take the next step. Unfortunately, Senjougahara was quickly reaching her limits, and making it to the top of the shrine seemed like an impossible task. Every few steps she felt herself dribble again, and her panties were becoming more and more wet. No matter how hard she clamped down or braced herself, she could no longer walk without leaking, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she soaked her panties completely and started dripping on the steps beneath her. Kanbaru had also seemingly leaked quite a few times at this point, a visible wet patch appearing between her fingers. Senjougahara got a clearer view of it every time Kanbaru doubled over. Still, Kanbaru seemed determined to make it to the top, squeezing and dancing in place frantically with each step. Senjougahara tried to keep up, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. As she took another step, she felt herself leak again. This time, however, it was not a small dribble, but a full-on spurt that soaked through her panties and started dribbling down her legs. She gasped and froze, legs shaking as she squeezed her muscles tightly, trying to stop the flow. She barely managed it, but she was now past her body’s limits. She couldn’t move a single muscle. She doubled over, closing her eyes and trying to fight the wave, but it wouldn’t let up. Her bladder was too full, and her desperation would not subside. Senjougahara’s bladder gave one final squeeze, and she felt another leak burst out of her. It soaked through her panties and her skirt, dripping through her fingers as she fought to contain the inevitable flood. That was the breaking point. She managed to slow the flow to a short dribble for the briefest of moments, but she was on the verge of losing control. In the next instant, she burst. She felt her hot pee spray out of her in a strong stream, soaking through her skirt and spraying out like a waterfall between her legs. She blushed as she doubled over, spreading her legs and removing her hands to try to contain the damage, although she knew her skirt was already soaked. Kanbaru whirled around in surprise as she heard Senjougahara wetting herself behind her. The sight was too much for Kanbaru’s taxed bladder, and she only had a few seconds to spread her own legs before she too lost control. Her pee gushed out in a strong torrent, spraying hard enough that it totally soaked straight through her shorts like they weren’t there. Senjougahara let out a relieved sigh as she totally wet herself, finally feeling the intense pressure slowly start to subside as the hot liquid poured down her legs and pooled at her feet. Her puddle began flowing down the steps to the shrine, trickling down like a river at she emptied her overfilled bladder. Kanbaru, likewise, continued peeing full force, her puddle growing and pooling with Senjougaha’s on the steps below her. She closed her eyes and let out a relieved moan, blushing red-faced as she took in the relief. Senjougahara blushed as she watched her relieve herself too. Kanbaru had said that some people feel aroused holding it in. Senjougahara wasn’t sure if she would call it arousal, but as she felt her body relax as the relief washed over her, she could understand why some people would find this kind of final release after enduring a full bladder pleasurable. The two peed for quite some time before Senjougahara’s flow finally started to taper off. Clearly the diuretic had done its job. Kanbaru finished up shortly after, and the two were left panting, legs dripping with their pee as they looked down at the damage. Senjougahara’s skirt was soaked and her legs were still glistening with wetness. Kanbaru’s shorts, likewise, were drenched with pee, and had even gone a bit see-through due to their lighter color, giving a clear view of her panties through the wet fabric. The puddles had pooled into a solid river that was flowing down the steps and soaking into them slowly, making them dark as it trickled down. “I can’t believe I wet myself,” Senjougahara pointed out, blushing. She felt embarrassed, and a bit guilty, like she had done something wrong, even though this had been her intention. “That was definitely something,” Kanbaru nodded, “Though I gotta admit, finally letting go after holding it for so long felt amazing.” “I suppose it does leave you with a warm feeling,” Senjougahara nodded. “So, do you think you’d do something like this with Araragi-senpai?” Senjougahara paused. She thought about what it would be stand right next to Araragi, squirming desperately like she had been. She imagined struggling to hold it in until she couldn’t anymore, and then losing control in front of him. It was a totally embarrassing, humiliating prospect. But then she also considered Araragi’s face, blushing as he watched her intently. She could imagine his amazement as he watched her, and her heart raced. “I’ll consider it,” Senjougahara answered. “So, you didn’t hate it, then?” Kanbaru asked. “Parts of it were uncomfortable, but other parts of it were bearable, and if it’s for Koyomi…” Senjougahara trailed off, shaking her head. She had a lot to think about. Kanbaru smirked, then turned her attention forwards, motioning to her bag and the dry clothes she had brought for them. “We should head up to the shrine. We could use some privacy to change out of these wet clothes.” Senjougahara agreed, and the two continued up the remaining stairs, the task much more trivial now that they had empty bladders. After they cleaned themselves up and changed, they wound up walking back down, and Senjougahara blushed as she passed by the puddles they had left, only just starting to slowly dry in the sun filtering in through the trees around them. If this was something Araragi enjoyed, she could-- just maybe-- see herself doing this for him for his birthday. The End
I hate trying to make titles. There was a metallic clunk and hefty jingle as Sarah set the barbell back on its rest above her on the bench. One sound among many filling the gym with its clanging concert of weights shifting back and forth, and with the thump of footsteps and hum of treadmills or stationary bikes. It wasn't an especially large gym, but it was abnormally busy on this Friday evening. Most likely, it was folks wanting to get in that last workout before 8 o'clock when it was going to be closed down for an extended round of general maintenance and upgrades. Sarah, for one, was looking forward to that. She was a regular patron and having some newer amenities like some of the bigger gyms would not bother her in the slightest. It was the one nearest her house and the smaller size was actually more to her speed, so she didn't mind the quirks and age, but it really could benefit from some improvement. Sarah sat up from the bench and stretched her arms. They echoed the pleasant burn of the other well-worked muscles in her slim, but toned body that said this workout was complete. A water bottle close by satisfied her thirst with a few cooling gulps and she stood to do a few more full body stretches just to loosen up completely. About time to wrap it here and go to the park for some cardio. On warm summer days like today, she much preferred to head over to the nearby public trail and do her runs in the fresh air and sunshine. Or at least as much as was left when she got to the gym after work was done. Today, she had stayed over a bit late before coming to get her daily exercise in. Sparing a moment to adjust the tie holding her long brown hair back into a ponytail, Sarah walked over to the locker room. Just like the rest of the gym, they were rather small; there were a grand total of three toilet stalls, one having sat broken for who knew how long, leaving in actuality only two usable. The showers were an open-air affair, being one pale blue tiled corner room with four shower heads each sprouting from the two opposing walls. There was a reason Sarah usually preferred to wait until she got home to wash off. Despite running track and field all through high school, she had never managed to shake her shyness about being naked with other people. Changing clothes could be stomached if she didn't dally. But she would always pick the corner-most shower available to speed through one, oftentimes only taking the time to wet herself down before jumping into her towel and clothes again, if she could manage it. Without the social pressure of the nonchalance her team had had pushing her to knuckle under and bear it, she had no desire to put up with the stress without good cause. But if the new locker room included divided stalls, she might, maybe give it a second thought, to try and face the fears that she felt a 28-year-old woman should be over by now. After all, there was nothing to be ashamed of, damn it, she put hard work into this figure! The door swung closed behind her and she heard the rush of a shower and babble of conversation. Due to the impending closure, everyone had to clean out whatever they had in their lockers or it was all getting trashed with them in the tear down. No exceptions. It wasn't a surprise then, that the locker room was also hopping today. Some were women getting refreshed and changed after using the equipment, and the rest were just there to clean out their belongings. Sarah had to weave around a cluster of three chatting ladies, said hello to a few regular faces, and then sidled up to her locker. Muscle memory had the lock code entered in a few seconds, and the metal door swung open to reveal her personal items. A towel hung on one hook, with some soap and shampoo for the rare occasions she felt required to brave the shower to wash up before leaving. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, but she also had a bit kept here, for the same rare times she needed it, just in case. An extra water bottle hung from the other hook, in case she forgot to bring her usual; it was always more convenient to have one with her than have to traipse over to the water fountain to get a drink in the middle of a routine. Hydration was important. Car keys on a lanyard looped around the last hook. And finally at the bottom, her gym bag, already packed with her work clothes and shoes; and her small handbag with license, house keys, etc. All this she began to collect up to take home. At the edge of her awareness, a toilet flushed in the background noise, followed by the sound of a swinging door, a squeak of a shoe and a mighty crash that made Sarah jump and look up to find the cause of it. From her locker, she could see across to the area with the toilets and the women waiting their turn for a stall. But everyone's startled attention was on the left one that had just loudly slammed closed. Two slim bare legs in tennis shoes could be seen dancing back and forth through the gap under the door. A young woman's voice muttered a string of curses as she fumbled and fought with something out of view, knees locked tight together. She made a high pitched sound of exasperation and paused, one foot tapping furiously in place. Then a gasp and she dropped into a crouch, then back up again; before at last a pair of dark blue booty shorts slid to her ankles and she dropped bodily onto the toilet seat. Immediately came the sound of a water spigot flung open full bore, thundering into the water below, easily overpowering the sound of the few showers running farther away. The unknown girl let out a moan that sounded a little too much like one overheard from a locked bedroom, making a few older ladies cluck and shake their heads at such conduct in public. The relieved pisser apparently didn't much mind who heard her, for she heaved another, only slightly quieter as the powerful jet carried on at strength. There were a few scattered giggles as the women all realized what the ruckus had been and everyone turned back to their own business and conversation. Sarah quickly returned attention to her locker and felt a short spike of anxiety as the ongoing urinary Niagara reminded her uncomfortably of a similar sound she herself had produced just a few months ago after an ill-fated ultrasound appointment. Sarah typically thought of herself as an optimistic person, so she tried to look on the bright side of it all. It hadn't been as bad as it could have been, truly... That technician had been right, no one had seen her slink out the back of the clinic to her car in soaked leggings after the checkup had ended a bit... explosively. Her head had been on a swivel, hyper alert for anyone in the area that could have seen her damp shame. But there hadn't been anyone in sight. One silver lining. Oh, and!– she had even forgotten a plastic shopping bag in her car, so she had been able to sit on that to keep her seat dry for the drive home. Two! Though she wasn't keen on reliving it, the whole sequence of events had been etched indelibly on her brain. She could remember vividly the panicked movements her body had made on its own, contorting her body wildly in a last effort to hold in her pee. How stretched and heavy her lower middle had felt, and even how it had looked, bulging bladder pushing out past her trim waistline. Cold sweat had flowed, her tongue tripped through her words. That had truly been the most desperate she could ever remember being in her life. And it was the first time she had had an accident as an adult... No! Positives! She... she discovered she could hold a lot –an image of a huge puddle of pee rapidly expanding around her flashed to mind. She winced. A lot– before her control broke. There it was, that surely meant she had great bladder strength! If she could handle that much, any normal everyday circumstance was no problem! There wasn't anything to worry about. She could handle herself. The only other person who'd seen her accident had been the tech, and she had seemed very sympathetic. And a professional, there was some kind of patient confidentiality that applied there, right? She wouldn't share it around. Oh no, there had been that other boy... but he had seemed to be in just as desperate a state as she. He was probably too preoccupied to notice, she had to tell herself. For a brief moment, she almost hoped he had also had an accident, so she wouldn't be alone in her shame. But no, that was just cruel to wish for. He had surely made it through just fine. Regardless, God willing, she would never see either of them again anyway, so it didn't matter, right? Embarrassment still burned hot in the back of her mind, but she did feel a little better translating it through that lens. Lost in thought, she absentmindedly swept the last of her things into her bag and closed the locker. Her padlock was slid off and tossed in the bag as well. Zipped it up, and Sarah paused with bag slung over her shoulder, looking toward the toilets. In normal operation, there amazingly wasn't too terrible traffic for the two available latrines. There was the occasional snarl when too many schedules lined up, but it hadn't resulted in any egregious incidents so far. Sarah suspected it was most likely due to a lot of women simply avoiding the problem altogether and peeing while showering. (Everyone peed in the shower, and those who didn't were liars.) None of that was the case right now however; owing to the abnormal influx of patrons at one time, there was a line at least four deep for both stalls at the moment. Blue shorts girl finally seemed to be tapering off, now with a happy sigh while she tore off some toilet paper. That was going to be one less for that spot, but another woman was already approaching to fill it in. And she wasn't about to strip down and feign a shower just so she could pee there. Sarah would have to wait her turn out here. Evening was going to be rapidly approaching and she wanted to get her jog in so she could get home after the long day. And that workout had built up an appetite, too. She thought it over, taking stock of her current state. Her bladder had a twinge when she focused on it, but it felt manageable. A tiny voice urged her to stay and wait to empty what had collected, just to play it safe, but she wanted to get on with her evening. She had surely been sweating out some of that water too, anyway. She felt fine. Decision made, she headed back out into the gym proper, just as the desperate girl exited her stall, rosy-cheeked and walking on air. On the way up to the front doors, Sarah stopped at the fountain to refill her water bottle. It had been very hot and muggy earlier, and she knew she was going to need the hydration out in that kind of weather. Task done, she exited the building, hopped in her car, tossing her fully packed bag in the passenger seat, and zipped the few blocks over to the park. The route she liked to run was a hard-packed gravel path snaking its way around and through the grassed area. It ran by the playground with its jungle gyms and slides, on past a few baseball diamonds where little league games were played, alongside another playground for the littler kids, a small picnic area with benches and public grills, and finally back to the parking lot she would always start from. A few trees dotted along the path, offering some scattered shade along the way, with a denser collection near the back corner. Sarah pulled in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was actually a lot nicer than earlier, some cool breezes had blown through since, taking out the worst of the humidity. The sun had lost some of its noontime heat. Beautiful weather to get some exercise in. She began her stretches, loosening up calves and quads; suddenly becoming aware of her bladder as she did some side squats, but the feeling passed so she ignored it. Phone secured to the armband on her bicep, high-energy playlist queued up, she popped her earphones in and took off at a trot to begin, water bottle in hand. It only took a few dozen yards until Sarah had slipped into the familiar rhythm and zoned out to the music and regular crunching beat of her feet on the ground. Having been a consistent runner for years, it was easy to shift into an almost meditative state, where the mind could wander as it willed. It was quite a temperate late afternoon now, not too hot at all. Yet every now and then, she would still take a swig from her water bottle out of habit. Not a bad one to have, either. She was always conscious about keeping properly hydrated during exercise. Earlier on, there had been plenty of girls she'd seen keel over during a track meet because they hadn't been drinking as the coaches had told them. And so periodically, the clear water would flow down her throat, into her stomach where it was quickly absorbed; all the faster due to it being empty at the moment. The water hydrated her blood as it pumped needed oxygen and nutrients to her high-performing muscles, round her body and into her kidneys where it was filtered out with any impurities and sent onward for disposal. Trickling down from both organs into her bladder, that all the while dutifully collected what it was given. Over time, it began to expand from an appreciable, but unremarkable level to a certain threshold that triggered a signal to be sent racing up the spinal cord to the brain, alerting its current fullness. An alert that Sarah heard but dismissed, she was no stranger to having her bladder fill a bit during a long run. Nothing to worry about. She was more focused on the music in her ears and the smooth flow of her honed physique propelling her down the path. Every footfall rolled with the momentum, easily carrying her one full circuit of the track and on past her starting point into a second. On this go-around, about halfway through, she turned onto an offshoot that ducked into the denser collection of trees on the outskirts of the park area. Just for a little change of scenery. This area was a smoothed dirt trail winding and meandering through the trees and some low bushes. Sharply angled shafts of sunlight lit everything golden as the sun peaked beneath the tree canopy on its slide down to the horizon. Beautiful, Sarah thought and sucked down the last of her water, then pulled only air. She glanced at the empty bottle in her hand and shook it to be sure. Oh, guess I was drinking a little faster than I thought. A mental shrug, Eh, it'll be fine, and so she continued on her way. However, maybe ten minutes later, she was regretting some of that flippancy, as well as her route choice. She had forgotten how long this stretch of track went. Sure, she had slowed down for the rougher terrain, but even so... Was this still the same path? This chunk of trees was actually a small woods nestled up on the edge of the park that had a trail cut through part of it for the walking path to feed into. It was possible Sarah had accidentally wound up following a smaller separate trail, off the main drag. She would be the first to admit she was not a wiz of directions. This does look a bit more overgrown than before... She came to a halt and pulled her phone off her arm, absently wandering in a small circle to keep her legs moving. There was a certain urge making itself more known in her middle, the movement helped to ignore it. Luckily, there was no real danger of getting lost; the woods was small enough to simply walk a straight line in any direction and eventually find yourself either at the edge to then walk around the perimeter, or right back into town. But traipsing through brush with shorts and low socks sounded like a good way to find poison ivy or, ugh, ticks. Something Sarah would like to avoid if at all possible. Oh damn it. The map app was showing her deeper within the patch of green on the satellite image than she was expecting. She'd definitely followed a wrong turn. Ugh, I'm such a ditz. Back the way I came, I guess. The main trail should be easy to recognize when I hit it again. ...Which is soon, I hope. She'd been pretty successful in dismissing the growing pressure so far, but she had to admit to herself: she had to pee. That tiny voice from earlier was now complaining in worried I-told-you-so's, but Sarah silenced it. This was not at a level to worry about. She'd dealt with far worse! But, nothing else for it, anyway. She'd just have to do some backtracking. So she replaced her phone, restarted the music, and sped off toward the way out. Minutes passed and her bladder was now loudly complaining with each jouncing impact, so she tried to lighten her stride as much as she could, but there was only so far that would work while still maintaining her speed. Each time one thigh raised for the next step, it nudged against her pelvic region and that sloshing liquid weight held within; it felt like every time her foot hit the dirt, it sent a shock wave up her leg straight into her bladder. Finally Sarah could hold out no longer. She popped her earphones out and into the secure holder on her armband, so she could utilize all her senses, and skipped to a stop on the dirt path. There was no one within sight or earshot, so one slim hand pushed itself into her crotch and thighs clamped around it to offer a comforting assistance from outside. Those 32-odd ounces were wreaking havoc on her system right now, sitting on top of what had already been in there from earlier. She was regretting her enthusiasm for hydration so much right now. And the worst part of it was some of it could still be felt in her stomach, not having worked its way through yet. The pressure was only going to go up from here. Following another fretful survey of her surroundings, she had a brief thought of just squatting down where she stood and hosing the ground with her hot urine. There hadn't been anyone else even walking the track this evening, much less going into these woods, so it felt safe enough, very much out of any public eye... But added to the fear of being caught, the thought of hovering her intimates so close to the ground with who knew what kind of critters or bugs- no no no! The young woman had never been an outdoorsy type. She had yet to pee outside once in her life. Her need would have to be much worse to tempt her into her first try right now. Her knees bent on their own as a wave washed over her. Maybe that was closer than she had realized... She gave herself a few rubs as the urge started to wane, soon to return, no doubt, but for now she could hurry back to "proper civilization" and its indoor plumbing. The wider official trail could be seen just ahead and soon after that, the rest of the park and better opportunities to pee. Sarah cleared the treeline with a happy heart, and a heavy bladder. Despite the allure of speeding to a toilet quick as possible, jogging was not an option anymore. The liquid rocking back and forth in her lower abdomen was creeping far too close to the exit for such impactful movement. She gave herself a last bracing squeeze before heading back into the more visible public. Time to speed walk her way to a bathroom and quick. As luck would have it, the park facilities were located just ahead in the baseball section, simply a matter of yards. Like anyone else, public restrooms were to be avoided when possible, but needs must. And she had Need. As dirty as they could be, it was still leagues better than the woods, in her mind. You could line a seat with toilet paper, if nothing else. -------- More to come, of course. We ain't done Edited July 8 by Karageth2 (see edit history)
It wasn't long and she was approaching the first of the fields on her left, with its cheering parents and the ping of metal bats making solid hits on the ball. There were four diamonds arranged in a circle around a small square building that housed the restrooms and a little snack booth on its opposite side. The gravel path skirted around two of them before continuing on, with a branch leading off down towards the center of the wheel. Three games were on this evening, making the small bleachers and middle area rather busy. As Sarah headed down her turnoff, she slowed her speed to an easy walk, not wanting to appear to be making an obvious beeline for the bathrooms. With relief so near, she felt safe enough to make that concession to modesty. The red shirts on the field to the right appeared to be dominating, if the cheers and home run on loaded bases were anything to go by. Left field was currently between innings. Then her target was looming ahead, tan bricked deliverance. She rounded the corner, but had to stop at the commotion she beheld. A scattering of people were milling about, but a good distance away due to a foul smell she abruptly walked into. The doors to the mens and womens rooms were propped fully open while water appeared to be covering the floors of both and leaking out onto the dusty ground. Something disastrous was going on here and she had a sick feeling her chance at relief was to be denied. The sight of the trickling water alone was causing another cramp in her bladder. Trying to keep as nonchalant as she could manage, she wandered closer to a man standing nearby looking around restless and asked, "What's going on?" The man appeared to be maybe just a year or so younger than her, rather attractive to be honest, wearing a ball cap and khaki shorts. A line of sweat decorated his bare upper lip despite the refreshing breeze. "Oh! Hi there. Uh, apparently some joker thought it would be funny to drop a firecracker down a toilet in the ladies'. Now there's shards of it all over and something got backed up real good, cuz all of 'em in the building are overflowing with shi- uh, crap water everywhere." He shifted his weight a bit uncomfortably and Sarah noticed he had both hands deep in his pockets, one appeared to be placed suspiciously near his groin. "Nobody saw who, but they got the city guys coming out to fix it. At some point." He half turned and gave her a quick look up and down. "So... hopefully you weren't planning to need one for a while," he joked with a clumsy chuckle. Sarah's already low hopes crashed to the floor with his explanation. She could almost feel her bladder physically shudder at the news. Obviously no one had shown up yet. And this looked like a job that wasn't going to be fixed very quickly even when they did. But maybe they'd let people in if they got the water to stop, or, or something! There were a bunch of people here, surely plenty would need to use the toilet soon. Like the guy she was talking to right now, she strongly suspected. She forced her own laugh, "Oh, haaa, yeah, that would really suck, heh," and cleared her throat. "But, um, offhand, do you know when somebody might show up?" "I just heard that they made the call at some point, so honestly, I have no idea. ...Hoping it's soon though, cuz I really need to take a piss." He stopped, a bit surprised to let that slip. That wasn't the kind of thing to drop on a pretty stranger. "Sorry, uh, excuse me." He cleared his throat and looked away in embarrassment. It was really no surprise to her, Sarah could see her own struggle to contain a growing pressure plainly reflected in him. He swayed a bit side to side as they stood there, his eyes were shifting a bit too much to appear at ease, and here next to him, it was plain to see he was gripping himself through his pocket. The clothes covered any outward indication, but one could easily imagine there should be a bulge around his belt line. Taking a second to study him, he really was pretty cute; a good few inches above her own petite stature, short cut dirty-blonde hair under his hat, strong chin, but large, expressive blue eyes. It had been a long time since her last date. Maybe... Then she was filled with all the more horror when, without meaning to, her mouth ran away from her as well, "Actually I gotta admit, I do too... like really bad," and screamed internally. What the hell are you trying to prove with this honesty?! "I don't think I've gone since early afternoon, maybe." Stop it! "Gosh. I've had to go since we got here hours ago, but I was watching my nephews until their mom got here, and now, well... that," he nodded toward the trashed bathrooms. "And if we're being totally honest here, I might just have to go find a tree to water," He chuckled, but the put-on mirth disappeared quickly as he started looking around with a bit more intent, obviously it wasn't a joke. Well geeze, I guess we're really talking about this... "That might not be a good idea right here in the park... like, public indecency laws, right?" "Oh shi-crap, you're right. Some Karen parent would really pitch a fit if anyone saw..." he trailed off and Sarah could have sworn she heard a faint hiss before the fist grabbing his dick through his pocket became more pronounced. "Oh god..." he uttered with alarm. They both couldn't help but look to the sound, down at his pants; luckily it seemed it wasn't in the right spot to show through the thicker fabric. But he had definitely just leaked, Sarah was certain. Which only made her all the more aware of her own internals. He was obviously in bad shape. If it was starting to escape his control, it could only be a matter of time until... Their eyes locked when they both looked up, faces turning red at being caught looking and at catching the other doing the same. The muscles in his forearm were standing out and he leaned forward slightly. He cleared his throat and tried to wet his mouth, "Please, please don't be freaked out, but could you spot me? I mean, be lookout for me? I seriously think I'm about to... and then I could watch for you, so if you wanted, you could also, um... Please?" Sarah could feel her heart go out to him in sympathy, he was clearly at the end of his rope and didn't know how to fix it through the panic infecting his thoughts. Trapped in a public setting in such a vulnerable state as an adult who should've known better. She knew just how it felt to lost control in such a visceral way, and it would be even worse in this kind of crowd. Her own bladder was complaining loudly for her to move on to somewhere with a working toilet, but there was no way she could deny his plea. She'd never be able forgive herself for not helping someone avoid the kind of accident she was all too familiar with. And, though she would never admit it, she could also feel a bloom of heat in her chest seeing this well-built cutie basically begging her, so plaintively with his wide searching eyes. "I.. yes, no problem," she answered, to his great relief. Well, soon to be relief. "Thank you so freaking much, you're seriously saving my ass here," the honest appreciation was plain on his face as he quickly turned toward the path out, and she couldn't help but quirk a little smile and follow. "Hey, slow down a bit, you don't want to be too obvious what you're doing," Sarah cautioned, for that reason, but more so because she didn't want to jostle her own cargo too much trying to match his longer stride. "Right, right, I'll try..." he slowed his pace, trying to appear to just be walking casually with the girl at his side. And left hand still deep in his pocket. An eagle-eyed viewer might notice something a little off about their temperament, but as it was, they were an unremarkable pair simply walking away from the baseball fields together. Sarah heard him grunt softly under his breath a few times as they strolled tensely towards a small bunch of trees some yards out from the fences. Whether by his design or luck, they were also directly out from the unused diamond, and thus less likely for a ball fan to be looking their way in the first place. It was a quiet trip; he was obviously not in the mood for small talk, dangerously on the verge of soaking his pants as he was, and Sarah was content to focus on her own battle. It was faintly more manageable, now that the shock of her denied relief had worn off. But her body was still roaring with need. They reached the tree, the largest one, only able to hide one person behind its bulk, but that would be enough. He quickly ducked around it, while she came up to stand alongside, facing back toward the fields to keep an eye out. Nothing to see so far. She could hear him fumbling madly at his fly for an anxious moment, before the sharp zip, and the softer rustle of cloth as he pulled himself out. When she didn't hear an immediate splash of liquid, she couldn't help but look back in confusion. And in spite of herself, her gaze dropped right down to his penis, currently held pinched off by two fingers near the end. Oh! Most of it was hidden by his hand, but it still seemed to be a very respectable size. Certainly nothing to sneeze at. Oh... This was a bare seconds' view before she looked up at him when he asked in a strained voice, "Is it clear?" "Sorry!" Sarah quickly turned back and then answered, "Yes, you're good." Almost before the affirmative had even left her throat, there came the gushing splash of a long put off release striking hard at the base of the tree, followed by a loud whoosh of a breath leaving him. Her knees snapped closed with a whimper, hearing that powerful jet of liquid crashing to the ground was doing her absolutely no favors. The sound was hitting her much harder than she thought it would. This might have been a very bad idea. I have to just stand here and listen to him pee, oh hell, this is horrible. After that glimpse of his manhood, her brain could easily conjure the image of it in her mind's eye. And of course, with a fat stream shooting out, to match the hissing sound she could hear behind her. She moaned quietly, the sound lost in the tumult. Noo, that's not helping! Her imagination was getting away from her. Jason stood just two feet away, holding a fire hose, blasting out a high pressure stream ready to strip bark off the tree. She could see his bladder steadily shrinking inside him as it emptied onto the ground. Why won't you let me do that?! her own seemed to say. But she had no answer, the horrendous splashing was getting louder in her ears, drowning rational thought. The rainstorm carried on, drumming loudly on her brain and spilling into a stream running through her mind. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as the stream grew to a raging river, then the river began to flood over its banks... Thankfully, Jason suddenly piped up and interrupted the downward spiral before the rushing water could hit Sarah's underwear. "Hooo boy... Oh, by the way, I don't believe I caught your name," he declared, still pissing his head off. "He said, chatting up a lady with his dick in his hand," Sarah had to snark, though she was very grateful for the distraction. A puddle had formed around the trees' roots, creating an even wetter ambiance. Ohhhh, finish up! He just laughed, flying high from his incredible relief. "What, don't girls talk all the time in the bathroom while peeing?" "Maybe some do, but I always thought conversation was weird with your panties around your ankles. And it's Sarah." "Haha, fair enough! But it felt too awkward just standing here in silence while this happens. Pretty name, Sarah. I'm Jason, or Uncle Jayce, if you're under four foot." And on the flow continued. "Good to meet you, Jason. But this is definitely one of the strangest ways I've met somebody, gotta say." "Same here! Heh. Buuut, real talk though. Friggin' embarrassing as this is, I can't thank you enough for helping me out, I was seriously about to lose it. If you hadn't come by when you did, I might have wet shorts right now. I think I might have even leaked a bit, that was so close. Felt like I was carrying a gallon in there, I just couldn't stop it. But ohhhh man, is this so much better!" Sarah winced and then shivered as her urgency spiked again. "Yeah, I can hear that," she muttered, half to herself. Jason must have heard and noticed her reaction. "Gosh I'm sorry, this is probably torture for you right now." The splashing sound ceased and changed to the duller splatter of a stream beating against the tree. He must have aimed himself higher up on the trunk instead of into his puddle. "Is that any better? I'm almost done, I swear. I don't think I've ever peed this long before, geeze." "Yeah, a bit better, thanks," It only helped a smidgen honestly, just the sound of rushing liquid at all, regardless of its impact point made her bladder want to join in with its own flood. A desire that only grew with each drop that left the young man she stood guarding. And on that front, there was still no one coming their direction, thankfully. She could see two small figures darting back and forth between the nearest ball fields, but they didn't appear to have any intention of approaching. Jason finally seemed to be running dry, the stream had lost its strength and she couldn't hear the hiss of it leaving his dick anymore. "Ahhhh man, that's a load off," he said with a sigh. One final splash in the puddle, a shifting of clothing, a zip, and he reappeared next to Sarah at her post. He was looking far more relaxed now, with a pleased smile on his face. "Okay Sarah, you scratched my back. Your turn now." Oh, right. Sarah wanted to follow his lead –oh, how she wanted to!– but her anxiety was rearing its head again. If exposing herself in the shower with other women, where you were supposed to be naked, was hard for her to do, there was no way she could bare herself in public like this! The woods had the thick cover of foliage and really, had only been an idle fantasy anyway. But out here in the open... Even if Jason was on lookout, whom she felt she could trust not to look himself, there could be someone he missed, or somebody hidden out of sight. What if.. there was some voyeur out there just waiting for a young woman like her to pop a squat and catch it on video! Cameras were damn everywhere these days! She looked about anxiously, from the tree, soggy ground, across the field, back to the ball diamonds, then to Jason. "I... I don't think I can," she admitted. "Sure, you can. I promise I won't look, I'll even plug my ears if you want. I mean it's only fair. If you have to go even half as bad as I did..." "Oh believe me, I do. But... but it's.. so in the open. I don't think I can.. I mean, I don't feel comfortable with..." She felt like such a fool, she was plainly in grave pee distress, and the opportunity was right here to solve her problem, but she couldn't bring herself to take it! "Look, I.. You obviously have to go really bad, too. I know we literally just met, but I don't want you to have an accident if it can be avoided, especially after I dragged you over here and made you listen to me and wait even longer. The tree blocks you on this side and the rest of the park is empty, I can see it all. You gotta at least try..." He was making a good argument. She had traveled through it all earlier herself, the park was empty tonight except for the crowd watching the games. The tree was easily wide enough to hide her. Behind them were just these few other trees and then open grass. She was just letting her fears get to her, there was nowhere for anyone to hide back there! Right here and now was her best shot at the relief she needed. The walls of resistance were starting to break down. But her bladder apparently sensed the hesitation and squeezed suddenly in her middle, causing her to lean forward and wrap her right leg around the left as she flung one arm out to latch onto Jason's bicep for balance. He caught onto her as well and looked on with concern. "Whoa! Are you okay?" "Yes!" She let go of him and unlaced her legs, "Okay. Okay! I'm going to go. Hold this. And don't look, please!" and tossed him her water bottle that he caught deftly. "Of course! I promised I won't," he assured and turned away, ready to play sentry. Sarah shuffled around the tree, careful of the patch of mud he had made, and gathered her courage. Best thing now is to just do it fast, rip off the bandaid, you can do it. Just squat down and go. Easy. She took a fortifying breath and hooked her thumbs in her waistband. In a quick motion, before she could psych herself out of it, she slid down her shorts and panties and lowered into a squat. Despite the pressure she held, the nerves were still too overpowering and she remained bottled up. Just gotta relax, and the pain will be over. Then there's nothing to worry about. Just breathe it out. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to imagine she wasn't down on the ground in this unfamiliar position, but sitting normally on a toilet. There were no blades of grass poking her naked butt. No open air wafting against her heated vagina. In her own home, peaceful as can be. A window was open, so she was hearing the breeze blow the branches through that, of course. Everything is okay... just let it out like any other time... ...please? "Oh shit," Jason muttered. The flimsy illusion shattered. The tiniest dribble was just easing into her urethra before her muscles instantly locked back up in fear. "What?!" Her eyes flew open and locked onto Jason's back. The meager few drops she had managed to force out fell unnoticed to the ground beneath her. "My nephews saw me and are coming this way. I am so sorry, you gotta hike your pants back up quick!" Sarah did so with lightning speed, still acutely unrelieved, but also taking great comfort in being fully clothed again. Jason turned and stepped closer once he heard she was decent again. "I'll try to send them off, just keep holding on, okay? I'll be fast as I can," Sarah nodded and he disappeared to the other side just as two pairs of small feet could be heard thumping closer. She wasn't confident she'd be able to disguise her current distress under the attention of two young inquisitive boys. In an effort to keep as out of sight as possible, she pressed herself back flat against the tree, one foot up on a thick root to keep out of the puddle. And both hands held in her crotch. She was going to have to keep very still to avoid any noise giving her presence away. The pressure of her fingers would be a necessity. Then the feet were skidding to a halt and a young, out of breath voice cried out, "I win! I got to him first!" "Nuh-uh!" came the second. "I couldn't run fast cuz my shoelace is untied! See, look!" "Not my fault! I still won!" "Well hey fellas!" Jason interrupted, before the argument could build steam, "What are you doing all the way out here?" "You disappeared, so we came to find you!" The first said. "Why were you hiding behind a tree for? Is that lady hiding now?" Sarah's breath caught in her throat. Those two she had seen by the fences, it must have been them. They must have noticed her too, but had only come over when they recognized Jason after he took her place. "What lady?" Jason evaded. "The one we seen by the tree before while we were looking for you, but you weren't there so we kept looking but then we looked back here again and then it was you!" Jason seemed to take a second to follow all that, and then replied, "Oh right, that lady! She had to go home for dinner," Footsteps got closer to Sarah's hiding place. She held her breath. No, no, there's nothing back here! "Hey, Caiden, I wouldn't go back there! Poison ivy all over! You remember what that is, right?" "Yeah! Ew! That's gross stuff!" The footsteps retreated. Sarah could breathe again. Thank goodness Jason could think quickly on his feet. But please hurry up, this position is so awkward to hold. And this pee is harder to hold! She had to risk the tiny noise of swishing fabric to grind into her crotch for a moment. It was so difficult to keep still! A trickle of sweat slide down between her shoulder blades. She started to tremble. "You got that right, bud. Hey, wait a minute, did either of you tell your mom you were coming out here?" "Yeah, she knows! Look, she's right there!" one exclaimed and presumably pointed emphatically. Sarah felt her calf start to cramp. It must have been true, because Jason said, "Ah yup, way over there on the bleachers. Give her a wave! All right fellas, you found me! I gotta make a call to work quick, so head on back to your mom and I'll be right behind you. Oh hey Caiden, let me tie your shoe first. ...There we go, now you're both evenly matched for round two. And ready, set, 1, 2, 3, Go!" And then they were off again, laughing, yelling, and fading into the distance. There was a pause, and then he spoke to Sarah. "If you can wait just another few seconds until they get a bit closer, make sure they're not gonna turn around, then you're clear." Sarah pushed off from the tree trunk and fell into a crouch, finally able to get her back off that rough bark and put real effort into fighting the wave of urgency that'd been held at bay. She made a small gasp of relief at fending off the charley horse in her leg. That was close. Jason reappeared to check on her and found the poor woman huddled up on the ground. "Oh hell. Did you lose it? Are you... going.. right now?" he asked anxiously. "No, no, just had to stretch my leg," she said, turning a bit pink. "Whew, okay, good. There shouldn't be any more interruptions, so you're free to try again. This time for sure." Sarah slowly unfolded herself from the ground and straightened back up before responding. "I really appreciate your help, but I think I should just leave..." "No, seriously, I got you. I'll go direct anybody else away myself if they show up. No more interruptions, I promise." "No, I can't. I physically can't. I couldn't even.. start the first time. It's– I'm too nervous to do it outside! I just can't!" Sarah tried to keep the emotion from coming out, but she was just so damn frustrated with herself! She had almost pushed it out, but now she was too spooked to try again. Chest was aflutter with adrenaline at the near-miss of getting caught. Her pelvis hurt, sphincter muscles ached, her whole body was on tenterhooks from this ordeal, and it was all playing out in front of someone she kinda fancied. She knew she needed to, she definitely wanted to, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it! Jason, the sweetheart, seemed to pick up on the deeper anxiety bleeding into her voice, even mixed in with the expected surface nerves of a screaming bladder, and grasped that this wasn't something she was going to suddenly push through with brute force. "Okay, If you're sure... What are you gonna do now? Are you going to be all right? Like, I feel terrible, I made you stand here having it just as bad to help me out, and now you can't even get to go. Is there.. I don't know, somewhere I can drive you? What can I do to help?" Sarah could read the genuine compassion and earnest offer showing in his big blues orbs. A lesser woman could easily take advantage of the sort of kindhearted openness in a guy like this. She took a breath to steady herself. "Thank you, but it's okay, I'm just going to head straight home, it's not far from here. I should be fine," I sure hope I'll be fine. She shifted her weight side to side, keeping still for but a moment was too difficult. "But I need to get going like now." she accepted her bottle he held out for her and began heading in the direction of the parking lot, but leaving him with a final parting over her shoulder, "I run here almost every day, catch me up sometime and maybe we can figure out how you can make it up to me. All right?" She said with as flirtatious a smile as she could manage to try and assuage his guilt. It probably came off more as a pained baring of teeth. But Jason didn't mind, he appeared a little surprised at the turn, but pleasantly so. "Oh, Ok-okay! Uh, good luck! I'll see you around then!" Sarah caught his initial grin that changed into worry as he watched her go, before directing her attention forward again. At least there was something good to come out of that unexpected and awkward encounter. Far and away, the most damn bizarre way I've ever gotten a date. But at least they had begun on equal footing; they had both seen each other at a most vulnerable state. She still wasn't sure what made her open up so much with him on what was usually such a private matter; perhaps just wanting to find companionship with someone stuck in the same situation. But inevitably, her mind had to return once more to the reservoir currently aching between her hips, sloshing ominously as she continued through the grass back to the track. Looking ahead across the intervening area and only seeing a glimpse of her car's pale blue color was almost enough to make her want to cry. --------
The long trek back had been an exercise in agonizing endurance. More than once she had been reduced to a slow mincing walk as a wave of desperation flowed over her body. And terrifyingly, as she neared the last few yards, she was forced to stop altogether and brace herself against a tree as a particularly violent surge took her breath away. Her eyes bulged in panic and control felt on the verge of collapse. A few tears welled in her eyes as she panted and strained against the hot liquid trying to force its way out. She was all too mortified at still being in public to hold herself as she so dearly wanted. But instead just clenched muscles and pressed thighs together, shaking like a leaf in a gale. Please, please no one be seeing this, Sarah thought. I must look like a frikking idiot standing here. It's so obvious I have to piss. Ohh fuck me! I'm so stupid! After a fashion, she felt able to move again and took a delicate step forward, then another, and another, until she mercifully reached her car. Hit unlock, opened the door, and threw the stupid bottle of pain into the passenger footwell. Gingerly, she settled herself into the driver seat, bladder shifting heavily inside, and then slammed the door closed. Finally with some separation from the world, both hands dove straight into her crotch to rub and push against her tiring peehole. A groan escaped her mouth at the slight relief the outside pressure gave. Okay, you can do this. You can hold it. Just get home and you can pee. It's the closest option now. Just get home and pee. Just get home-... Fantasies of releasing an ocean of pee ground to a halt as her mind flashed through the sequence of events leading up to it. Up the driveway, shut off car, leap out, up to the front door, unlock it with house keys, keys, keys in purse, keys, purse, purse... wait. SHIT. Did I... Pretzeling her legs tight, she leaned over to grab her duffel bag, now panicked for a new reason, and tore through the contents in a frenzy. Did I grab my purse?! I must have-... No, she hadn't. She couldn't remember putting it in. Too distracted by that desperate girl. It was still sitting at the bottom of a gym locker. In a gym that closes early today. Sarah quickly started the car. The clock lit up, blazing 8:17 into horrified retinas. It can't be closed completely, it's not too far past, right? Right? Somebody must have stayed over a bit! Please let somebody still be there! Grab the purse and- And if you can get in there to get your purse, just use their toilet, you idiot! She wasn't thinking too clearly. If her back teeth were floating, her brain must be swimming as well by now. But with a little renewed hope at the possibility of a nearer toilet, she slammed into drive and sped out of the parking lot, left hand clasped in her groin and left leg pulled back against the seat. The few blocks flew by in a desperate haze and then she was veering into what seemed to be a very empty lot in front of the gym. Oh no... Empty save for a single car and a man just tromping away from the front door, stuffing keys into his pocket. He looked up in irritation at the vehicle careening his direction. Sonuvabitch, another one. It stopped short, parked haphazardly across multiple spaces, and a young woman in a ponytail and athletic gear popped out and called, "Hey! Are you locking up?" The man grunted in aggravation. "Yes! Been tryin' to for the past fifteen minutes! People keep showing up cuz they forgot shit when they knew about it damn well ahead'a time. Lemme guess, you too?" "Uh, yeah! I'm so so sorry! But I forgot my purse is in my locker and it's got my house keys and-" He cut her off with an impatient waving hand. "Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll unlock it. Again. You're lucky I'm such a damn swell guy." He turned back to the building and dug into his pocket, muttering darkly to himself, only half hearing her repeated thanks as she approached behind him. It took a hot minute to find the right key on the ring, all the while the woman stood close by, shifting her weight constantly. He spared her a side eye as he gave the correct key a twist in the lock. Then motioned an exaggerated welcoming wave inside. She bent forward and raised her knee a bit too high for a moment before completing the step and shuffling in. Weirdo. His eyes were immediately drawn to her tight butt, lit as it was like a beacon in bright white short shorts, clenched tight and shifting back and forth above a pair of very stiff legs. ...but with an ass. Something was definitely off with her though, all her movements seemed jerky and stiff, and it looked like she was trying to sneak-walk half on tiptoe the whole time. Appeared to be a 20-something, who knew what was wrong with them these days. Whatever. She almost seemed a little surprised when he walked along beside her toward the locker rooms. He doesn't need to follow me, it's not like I'm gonna steal crap or something! She glanced over and caught him watching her awkward gait with a confused, furrowed brow. Damn it, go away! This sucks enough without you watching me try not to piss myself like a child! She longed to reach down, squeeze herself shut, and sprint the final feet to the toilet, but obviously she couldn't do that with this guy right next to her! But she could make it. It was just a little farther and then she could PEE. The door was propped open, so she walked right through into the locker room. With the man still at her side. She was going to have to get rid of him somehow, but honestly, her body was so packed with piss, she wasn't sure she'd even care if he watched! As long as she could go! Well... let's not get ahead of ourselves, now. Stiffly she approached her locker, swung the door open, and the source of her drawn-out agony sat innocently inside on the floor where it had been forgotten earlier. Snatching it up, she turned back to the man now parked near the entrance with crossed arms. She glanced over to the toilet stalls, and took a step towards them. He wasn't going to leave until she did. She was just going to have to bite the bullet... "U-um, if you wouldn't mind waiting outside, I'll be right out in a minute. I just need to, uhh..." She gave an embarrassed attempt at a smile and took another step toward the toilets. He blinked and made an expression as if he'd just realized something obvious in front of his nose. "Ah, no... You know the water's shut off, right?" She froze and stared hard at him while the blood seemed to drain instantly from her horror-struck face. Bladder throbbed in her gut. No... "What?" She squeaked in a cracking voice. He couldn't have said that. Not now, not when she was so close. He continued, "The owner wanted everything buttoned up 'fore he left on vacation during the revamp. It's all shut off. No toilets." She was going to scream. Scream out all the pressure and pain and frustration and rage in a long throat-tearing shriek. But instead, she played it off like she wasn't ready to kill him for this horrible trick the universe had just subjected her to. "Oh! Right, okay, that's no problem!" A hot trickle of urine was suddenly pushing dangerously close at her clenched sphincter. She coughed lightly to cover a gasp of panic. "Then.. can I just check my friends locker quick before we go? She might've left something, too." And she turned to go in deeper to the next U-shape of lockers. There was no friend of hers with a spot over here. "Fine, but no sneaking a piss in the showers." Despite her current state and truly, deeply wanting nothing more than to do exactly that, she cried with righteous indignation, "You ass! I would never-!" He just snorted in response. Sarah heatedly turned the corner, and her mood pulled an immediate 180 as her urethra pulsed again with a sharp flushing feeling. Safely hidden from view, Sarah broke into a manic pee dance. Hands and purse stuffed hard up into her crotch, legs double twisted around each other, wriggling side to side as much as she could without toppling over. This was supposed to be her relief! It had been a long shot in the first place to expect anyone to still be around at this point. But she'd been ecstatic that her prayers had been answered and had just managed to catch the guy before he had left and the gym was locked for good. But here she was, inside her goal, right next to a toilet, and she couldn't use the damn thing! It wasn't fair! A few hot tears did come to her eyes this time, trickling down amidst drops of sweat, and she stifled a moan of utter dismay and pain. It was so close! She noticed movement from the corner of her eye and looked up to see a mirror on the wall across the room. The young woman reflected there was a pitiful sight, stray hairs flew loose from her ponytail, where they weren't matted down by the sweat that made a sheen on her pretty face. Flushed with heat and exertion and cheeks now marred by tears. The expression was a tortured grimace catching the corner of her lip painfully between her teeth. All above a moderate, but well-proportioned chest that heaved with short panicked breaths, in and out. Hands hidden crushed between her crossed legs, but arms keeping clear of the bulge pushing out of her lower abdomen. It was swelled out into a hard-packed dome, stretching out the slick material of her shorts waistband, making her appear almost pregnant with its severe volume. Sarah had to look away, seeing herself from an outside perspective only drove home the horrible state she was in. She'd gotten to the point where there was no way she could hide it anymore, no matter how normal she may struggle to appear. If she relaxed her fight for but a moment now, she would be shooting hot piss uncontrollably through her shorts. Even if she could manage to stay still for half a minute, the basketball of pee sticking out between her hips would give her away. Coming here had been a horrible torment. But she had come for her keys. And now she had them! The only place to go now was home. The gym was near the edge of town, and Sarah's house was just a bit further out than that. Just had to make it there, like she had planned to earlier, anyway; not a big deal... Digging deep for any scrap of calm she could find, she tried to slow her breathing before she started to hyperventilate, and somehow found the will to force herself to untangle her limbs. She was no stranger to pushing herself to her limit in other areas, she could endure this. She could do it. She had to. Abruptly, she heard a voice behind her. "You about finished?" Sarah yanked her hands out of her crotch and straightened up to a normal angle as she spun about to face the source of it. Her bladder shrieked at the sudden shift and the skin stretching tight over it. Humiliated shock warred with the exertion already painting her face red. She tried to cover it with anger and fixed him with a scathing look. "Yes. She must've gotten it all," she answered curtly. The attitude was spoiled a bit when her right leg snapped up at the knee to cross over the left. Damn it, she had just about lost it all right then, standing up like that. She stomped her foot back down and pushed past him to speedily walk to the exit, balled fists and purse held stiff at her sides. Shit shit shit shit shit! How much of that did he see?! Stupid son of a bitch sneaking up on people, so fucking embarrassing, what the hell! Furious embarrassment could only fuel her for a short period, by the time she reached the front door, she was bent forward again. She just knew he had to be ogling her struggle, probably getting a real laugh out of the foolish adult woman squirming around, but ohhh, she couldn't help it! Try as she might, stretching her abdominal muscles to stand straight squashed her bladder to an intolerable degree, there was no way she could maintain a semi-normal posture, even for her spare scrap of dignity left. And even that was becoming tenuous. He grabbed the door first and held it open for her. There was a little courtesy, at least. "Th-thank you for your help," she ground out, then passed him out into the fading sunlight. The lock clicked behind her and his footsteps fell away as he headed to his car. He'd caught her red-handed squirming and fidgeting like a tiny shameless child, there was no dignity left for her. Might as well just be done with it and wet herself right here in the parking lot. At least it would be over. No, I'm not that far gone. But it hurt so much! I am not pissing myself in public again! I won't! It was inevitable really, she was so tired of struggling, giving in would make it all stop. I can make it! Sarah growled softly to herself. She reached her own little car and maneuvered herself delicately into the seat, tucking the small handbag between her legs to squeeze against her crotch and the cushion, offering a slight bit of extra holding strength and freed hands to drive. Just the thought of stretching a seatbelt over her middle nearly made her lose it, so it was ignored this time. Engine turned over, shifted into gear, and out onto the quiet streets. A fact she was incredibly thankful for. All there was to worry about were the stop signs and speed limit that was ignored by a minimum of ten miles an hour. No cops, no cops, please, no cops. I cannot afford a delay right now. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel and ass shifted wildly in the seat, hopping and grinding her crotch down into her purse. -------
Sarah was just turning the last corner onto her road when the most dire warning signs began. Her already racing heart started pounding in her ears and she was beginning to feel light headed. Palms sweated onto the steering wheel that she futilely tried to dry off on her thighs, which were also breaking into cold sweats. A flashback to her last accident broke through her concentration, just as she pulled into her driveway. How her body had felt and reacted when it had been poised on the edge of losing all control. The trembling loss of conscious motor control, the fluttering of her sphincter muscle right before it failed completely, the sudden flash of heat throughout her whole body as the end came upon her. She suddenly knew with dreadful certainty that she was truly about at the end of her rope, no matter how she thought about it. Deep inside her body, her bladder was stretched nearly to its limit, walls thinned and taut as a drum. With no regard for its diminishing capacity, stomach and kidneys had since worked through the last of the water Sarah had consumed. All she had drank since early afternoon was now packed and aching in her bladder. Very soon, it would be overriding any attempts or desires the brain had otherwise and contracting forcefully to eject it's terrible burden. Wherever the body as a whole happened to be at the time. With a sickening lurch, Sarah felt her abdominal muscles clench against her will, and a leak escaped to spurt into her underwear. It was distressingly hot as it soaked in and dampened her intimates. She had a hand there in a flash, rubbing and pushing against her aching peehole. There was absolutely no time left to lose. With jerky swiftness, she shifted to park, shut off the car, and bolted for her front door, swinging out one arm to slap her car door closed. Left hand was glued to her crotch now, there was no way to stay dry otherwise. She hobbled up to her door. One shot of luck was with her, as her keys were on a carabiner clipped to a ring in her purse, so they were easy to pull out. The handbag now dangled from the key held tight in her grip that she stabbed at the keyhole. The first few tries just scraped around the outside, her hand was shaking so badly she couldn't aim properly, or see well enough through the tears wetting her eyes. Please, please! Taking concentrated focus on steady aim, she carefully lined up the key and jammed it home, twisted, and flew through the door like a hurricane, flinging key and bag to skitter across the floor. The door slammed shut right after her with a shuddering bang. Safe inside at last, she rested her butt against the door and bent nearly in half, puffing and straining against the ocean trapped inside her. Never was she so glad she lived alone. This was a deeply personal kind of struggle to be borne in private. Sweat ran down her face and off her nose to pat softly onto the wood floored entryway. A worryingly intense heat was beginning to well up from her core. Breaths were hot and short to avoid filling her lungs and putting any more pressure on her abdomen. Her lower back was terribly sore from bending for so long and the exertion of holding herself so taut. She was beside herself with desperation. Floating in a barely coherent haze of unbelievable pressure centered square on her bladder. Now pushed beyond any wild dancing and contortions, she was at a point where everything she had was hyper-focused on her quivering muscles, the slightest extra movement could mean disaster. Somewhere in her mind, she was aware she was now home and had an open toilet just feet away, but it had to filter down through a spinning head. Another leak hissed out, followed by a pitiful whimper, and with a strength born of desperate urgency, she yanked her shoes off without untying and kicked them away. In her addled state, she yanked her shorts and panties off too, perversely more worried about the white fabric getting stained by any more leaks . A double-edged sword that reduced the time needed to put herself in a position to pee when she got to the bathroom, but also removed one of the mental barriers that kept her from simply going where she stood. For a brief instant in the midst of those frantic movements, her iron hold faltered and a small burst spat out to clatter on the wood floor. Two hands slapped securely over her naked vagina, one middle finger pushed inside, painfully firm against her peehole. Mouth opened and choked out a sob. She grit her teeth and bit back the rest. She–she had made it this far! She wasn't going to lost it at the... front. fucking. door! Hunched forward and up on tiptoe, she gingerly staggered her way down the carpeted hall, well-shaped glutes sticking out behind her, only able to swing her legs at the knee; it was too dangerous to part her thighs for even a moment. Each awkward step brought her closer and closer to her goal, porcelain salvation at long last. Her bladder seemed to tremble and throb at each tiny impact, its massive weight hanging out of her gut, gravity pulling it down and her forwards. There were no spare thoughts to be had, except a mantra of the target, bathroom bathroom bathroom bathroom... until even that was drowned out by a sea of white noise that rang loud in her ears. Every inch that slowly passed was another closer to blessed relief. And with every inch, her hands and crotch became that little bit wetter. It was impossible to tell if it was leaks forcing through her iron grip or just the sweat that was cascading off every bit of her. It could be her body was trying to shed any drop it could to avoid filling her bladder any tighter. Everything was too numb down there to tell the difference anymore. Had she the notion or plain ability to at present, she could have found the answer behind her, in the sporadic trail of faint drops that had slipped between her fingers or in a narrow rivulet crawling down one leg to the carpet as she moved. Head and neck ached from prolonged tension. A delirious thought wandered down from a corner of her mind, fretting if this was all there was to life now; a never ending struggle of agony with no relief to be found. Trapped in a limbo of throbbing pressure only just being held back by a finger pushed painfully into her urethra. Her head was spinning, she felt ready to faint. And then absolutely soak the poor carpet on top of that. It's.. too much, I just can't take it any... Then her bare toes felt the cold tile of the bathroom floor. The realization cut through the trance long enough for Sarah to feel her body ultimately reach its breaking point. A hot tingle raced up her spine and her quivering sphincter relaxed for a mighty surge of pee to rush into her hands, and with nowhere to escape, spurt up her front and out behind her, splashing loudly to the floor. This was it, the end. There wasn't the time nor mental energy left to even consider lifting the toilet lid and sitting herself correctly. It was all coming out, and coming out now. With a titanic force of will, she squeezed herself closed again just long enough to throw herself into the bathtub. She flung her wet hands up to brace herself against the wall, spread her legs shoulder width for stability, and finally, finally, let herself relax consciously for the first time in hours. The torrent of pee that burst straight down from her with a grunt was an almost literal fire hose. Power enough to put any racehorse to shame. One could be surprised it didn't crack the porcelain coat on the tub. There was so much pressure behind it, the stream fanned out and widened as soon as it left her peehole, forming a thick deluge that hissed and sputtered with its velocity. Forcing the pee through a tube too narrow to handle the phenomenal weight pushing behind it. It thundered down into the tub below with an incredible sound that echoed loudly in the tiled room. Sarah felt close to a faint again. She heaved as deep a breath as she could and wept out her relief in moaning cries while her body flexed every muscle it could to force her bladder to empty as fast as possible, eager to be rid of its torturous load. She was still bent at the waist, bladder not having emptied near enough yet for her to straighten without pain. Her body felt frozen in place, knees locked, simply stood there waiting for the seeming gallons to gush out of her. With its unbelievable force, pee was splattering her thighs down to her knees and the splash-back from the tub bottom left her ankles and feet drenched in boiling hot urine. She could feel the heat of the stream radiating onto her thighs as it rushed down between them. Had the room been cold enough, it probably would have steamed. She pressed her forehead against the cool wall to soothe her heated face. The waterfall continued, until eventually Sarah felt a measure of relief begin to caress her brain. It had taken that long for her bladder to deflate to a reasonable level, that it could even register as shrinking. "Ohhhh, f-fucking finally!" She groaned raggedly. There was no way to time it, but it felt like she had been there for a whole minute, if not more. She took a full, deep breath, reveling in having the ability to do so again, and blew it out, trying to calm her still-racing heart. She took another just as the stream died off and the last bit pattered to the tub floor. A few solitary drops fell from her labia while she paused. Even now, it didn't feel like she was done, but it must be only a phantom pain; the stream had stopped on its own. Regardless, oh, the relief! Knees feeling weak, she sat down heavily on the side of the tub, the cold touch feeling heavenly on her bare bottom. The sweat covering her was now starting to cool and wick away her feverish temperature. Her middle felt oddly hollow inside after being stretched so full for so long. She ran a hand over it, now flat as it usually was, and gently massaged her aching pelvic area. It was going to feel sore in there for a while, she suspected. That had been horrible, and yet.. incredible, in a weird way. It was all hardly believable, the torturous fullness trapped inside her body for so long, the fact that she had managed to keep herself dry in such a condition, and finally how long and how much had gushed out of her in the end. It was almost absurd. But she had done it. Weathering all the setbacks and torturous teases to make it all the way home, and if not to a toilet exactly... at least it wasn't all over the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at the splatter in the doorway. ...much. Unexpectedly, she jerked as she felt a sudden shock shoot up from her nether region as her pinky finger accidentally brushed near her hooded clit. The whole area down there was feeling particularly sensitive, as if she were extremely aroused for some reason. The blissful relieved feeling currently soaking in between her legs was morphing into a flaming desire. It almost had a logic to it, that after such intense and prolonged clenching of her pelvic muscles, coupled with the always pleasant release of urination, would stimulate her so intimately. A bit familiar somehow... But none of those thoughts even crossed her mind as Sarah felt an overwhelming need to make herself cum, and now. She almost had a thought to wonder why, but it didn't really matter, two fingers thrust deep into her vagina; it was already soaking wet down there, they slid in easily. They plunged in and out with reckless abandon as Sarah drove herself up to a mountainous climax as fast as she could. When that wasn't enough, she slapped her left hand onto her clit to rub and grind against it. Her hips rocked forward and back on the edge of tub, timed with the thrust of her fingers. Tiny grunts fell from her softly parted lips that slowly changed to mewls of pleasure that grew louder as she brought herself nearer to the peak. Her body felt like it was buzzing and crackling with a wild, primal energy. A much more pleasurable kind than had wracked her before. The whole world was pivoting on a needle point that she almost wanting to prolong, to stay teetering on the razor edge of sweetest agony that threatened to rip her mind into twitching pieces if she stayed too long. But the knife blade tilted, and letting out a strangled series of adorable squeaks, she crashed headfirst into an earthshaking orgasm. Waves of pleasure ran up and down through her body like electricity, pushing her into a chain of convulsions that left her shaking and gasping for air. After a timeless moment spent floating in a void of luxurious euphoria, Sarah slowly came down from her high and could refocus on the world around her. A deeply satisfied sigh huffed out as she slumped forward, breasts resting on her thighs, arms dangling to the sides. A pause. She shifted, then rested her forehead on arms crossed on her knees and stared down at the white, pee-covered floor of the tub, her unplanned makeshift toilet today. She breathed deeply through her nose, calming her racing heart for a second time. Trying to come to grips with the whole experience. Now that it was over, and the memories greatly tempered by the endorphins currently flooding her system, it almost seemed like all of the suffering and hysteria had been worth it to feel so high and light as she did right now. What a way to get here though... The quiet moment was interrupted by a tickling feeling in her bladder. Turns out she did have some left. Apparently it had finally relaxed enough after its abuse to push out the last of its contents. Sarah looked down at herself and watched it spring from between her engorged and slightly parted lips. The stream flowed out at a strong, but much more ordinary pace, a rate she would normally release on a day she wasn't breaking her neck for a piss. She languidly watched the stream project out a little ways before arcing down, speckling her feet with droplets once again. It carried on for a time; she simply sat watching it leave her body. Her bladder now deflated fully, the end of it trickled down the side of the tub, and she saw her vaginal muscles flex when she pushed out the very last drops. Empty. Totally, blessedly, empty. Sarah straightened up and ran a forearm across her forehead, conscious of the pee and her fluids soaking her hands. She stood and stretched, back issuing a few satisfying pops as she thrust her breasts toward the ceiling. She remembered her headphones and cell on her armband, long forgotten in the madness, and set them on the counter top after wiping her hands on her shirt. The well-fitted white tank top and sports bra followed and dropped to the floor. Fully nude, she twisted the handle and the shower gushed to life, cleaning away the urine covering its bottom. Sarah stepped forward and the rush of warming water struck her face and chest, washing off the stress of the day. -------- And there we are. Thanks for reading! Special thanks to pguy69 for the valuable feedback in writing this.
Etie watched another sunrise at the Somniel. Following the Divine Dragon was hard work, but it certainly had its perks too. The Somniel was beautiful, even if Etie herself felt a bit out of place. She was growing used to it however and Alear had assured her she was welcome to continue her usual exercise habits. She took a long drink of water, and it was time for her morning run. After leaving the sleeping quarters, Etie made her way around the perimeter of the Somniel. The wind in her hair felt amazing and she could really feel her heart rate get going. Running truly felt freeing. She finished her first lap and took a quick break. It was already shaping up to be a hot day and she made sure to drink plenty of water to help her body replenish what she sweated out. After doing some stretches, she prepared herself for another lap. Despite taking a break, her second lap didn’t go quite as well as her first. Her pace was slower, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why. Her bladder was steadily filling up as she ran which disrupted her focus a bit. As an advocate for always staying hydrated, urges often came while she ran, but rarely this early. She ran five laps each morning and the earliest she could recall stopping to pee was after the third lap. “Don’t see why today I'll have to go any sooner,” Etie thought to herself. Perhaps she’d even get some pelvic floor training thrown in as a bonus. She continued her run and found herself passing by the fishing pond. She tried not to focus on the babbling brook that fed the pond but was startled by a splash. Etie gasped as a trickle of pee leaked into her shorts. Diamant was on the other side of the pond and had just reeled in a fish. “The splash just startled me,” Etie repeated to herself. There wasn’t a noticeable stain, so she kept running. She left the pond and passed by the pool. Alfred was swimming some early morning laps and each of his splashes felt like a knife driven straight into her bladder. “I am finishing my second lap and then I am peeing!” Etie insisted. Her shorts grew warmer as another leak escaped. There was a now a wet patch on her skirt and she could feel the droplets running down her leggings. She did a few mental gymnastics convincing herself it would just look like sweat until a third leak lasted several seconds forming a round wet spot. There was no use denying it. Etie was on the verge of a full-blown accident! Her heart pounded as she scanned the horizon for the nearest bathroom. None were close, so she changed plans. A little further down the hill was an oak tree. From what she remembered, there was a patch of bushes in that area that she could use for cover. She hated peeing outside, but this was far from her first time in that scenario. She doubted it would be her last time either. Etie could practically envision herself crouching in the bushes and opening the floodgates already. Suddenly, she heard voices. “Man, that was one heck of a party Pandreo!” a hungover Fogado shouted at the base of the hill as he clapped his friend on the back. “Anytime! Though, maybe not too soon. That was a rare barrel aged mead I smuggled from the palace kitchens. Don’t tell your mother,” Pandreo said with a grin. “No wonder that was so strong!” Timerra laughed. Etie’s world slowed down as all six of Alear’s royal guests from Solm rounded the corner and made their way up the hill. They were in no hurry whatsoever after a wild night. Etie waved awkwardly before picking up her pace and praying they were too tired or tipsy to notice the giant stain on her skirt. She cast a fleeting glance at the bushes she'd planned to use, but there was no way she could casually sneak back there with six people in her field of vision. Someone was bound to look back and notice. Another leak escaped. Her skirt, leggings, and underwear were now thoroughly drenched as she fought against the course of nature. She was now at a full-on sprint. Soon the main building of the Somniel came back into view! Perhaps she could make it after all. She darted past the pool and ignored a warning from Alfred insisting that she slowed down where it was slippery. She didn’t care. Just ahead was her coveted bathroom. Etie ran to the bathroom and pulled on the door. It didn’t budge. She frantically knocked several times. “Ugh, just a minute,” Goldmary said from inside. “Did you not learn any manners growing up?” “Why her? The one person in this place that hates me!” Etie grimaced as she began to plead. “Please Goldmary. I have to go really bad.” “That sounds like a “you” problem. I think I’ll take all the time I want,” Goldmary said. “Perhaps I could even take a nice bath while I’m in here.” “You’re the worst!” Etie said. Goldmary turned on the water in the tub. “You know the bathtubs here are quite wonderful. Just listen to that. The temperature and pressure are simply perfect.” The faucet on the tub kept running as Goldmary continued to mock her. She wasn't even bathing! Etie turned to leave, but there was no other bathroom that she had a realistic chance of reaching in time. More pee filled her panties as she banged on the door once more. Goldmary refused to leave. “This is really happening.” Etie stifled that leak, but there was no stopping the next one. She gasped in horror as her tired bladder crumpled and the remainder of its contents gushed down her legs in full force. She lifted the front of her skirt to avoid the worst of the flood, but the damage was already done. The stain on the front was already massive, she smelled like pee, and even her black leggings had clear wet streaks when the sun hit her just right. The battle was over. She lost. The door to the bathroom opened. Goldmary walked out and burst out laughing. “You actually peed yourself! Not even in battle, on just a random day at the Somniel!” “Shut. Up.” Etie demanded before walking inside and slamming the door. She cried for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and realizing things weren’t that bad. All the water she drank led to frequent bathroom trips and jokes about her bladder from Alfred and the others anyway. If anyone besides Goldmary had seen her, they probably would’ve just laughed the accident off along with her. Etie cleaned up and the rest of the day passed uneventfully aside from some snide comments from Goldmary that she did her best to ignore. She headed to her quarters that evening and found a strange bottle in her bag. There was a note next to it. “Hey Etie, Sorry about your accident and Goldmary’s antics. I pretended I had a medical condition and talked to Jean. He prescribed this supplement for me claiming it was the strongest diuretic he had access to. Do with it what you will. - Alfred” Etie sat on her bed as a massive grin crept onto her face. She didn’t normally think of herself as a petty person, but Goldmary had gone too far. It was time for a little payback.
Part 2/3. Enjoy! Etie eyed the tablets that Alfred had given her the following morning. There were twelve tablets in total. She experimentally poured a cup of water and dropped one of the tablets inside. There was a chemical reaction of sorts as the bubbles formed and the tablet dissolved entirely. Etie then noticed a hint of a floral aroma. “That smells honestly pretty good,” Etie said as Alfred walked in. “It’s medicine, so the taste has to be appealing. A lot of the people taking this are children.” Alfred said. “Interesting. So I guess I can spike Goldmary’s drink with a stronger dose,” Etie said. “There’s actually a problem I just considered. If it has a floral taste, Goldmary will realize right away,” Alfred said. “What if we slipped it into her tea?” Etie asked. “Now we’re talking,” Alfred grinned. “We need someone to get her to voluntarily drink it though.” Etie and Alfred bounced a few ideas off one another. Bunet would be convincing as a professional chef, but would also likely be offended at the mere thought of tampering with food or drinks. Chloe and Celine were sweet enough to propose a “peace offering” of sorts to Goldmary, but their ties to Etie gave reason for suspicion. Eventually the pair wandered to the Somniel kitchens and simply checked the cooking schedule. One name jumped off the page. “Yunaka would totally do this,” Etie said. Alfred agreed and the plan was set into motion. Etie knocked on Yunaka’s door later that evening. “Hiya papaya!” Yunaka said. “What brings you here?” “I’ve got a favor to ask and you seem like the one best suited to it. Have you heard of my feud with Goldmary?” Etie asked. “Oh yeah. That girl is such a snob! I mostly steer clear of her, but I would be very willing to knock her down a peg,” Yunaka said. Etie handed over the vial of tablets. “These are a super strong diuretic that should give her some retribution for my err… incident yesterday. A child should take two tablets, so for Goldmary you could slip three, or four, or… probably no more than seven into her tea. There’s a floral flavor and smell produced that should be appealing to her.” “I love it!” Yunaka said. She shook Etie’s hand and winked as she walked away. Yunaka could barely sleep that night as she waited for kitchen duty the following day. After growing up as a thief and assassin, the job’s continuous strain on her bladder had awakened a kink within her that she still was in the process of exploring. The prior day’s news of Etie’s accident had left Yunaka desperately wishing she’d caught it in person. If she played her cards right, she’d have a front row seat to witness Etie’s revenge. She went to the bathroom unable to entertain the mental image of Goldmary pissing herself without acting on it. Once her orgasm subsided, Yunaka washed up and examined the bottle of diuretics. She had eleven tablets to work with. Five tablets into Goldmary’s tea felt like a good number. Then she could give the self-centered girl some remaining ones and watch Goldmary spike herself. Still, she doubted Goldmary would use all six after the tea. Then a brilliant thought occurred to her. “What if I spiked my own drink and got to experience the desperation alongside Goldmary?” Yunaka thought. It was risky, but her heart began to race making it clear that there was no ignoring the idea. Yunaka had intentionally held herself until she had accidents before, and the diuretics would essentially act as a catalyst to speed the process up. Dawn finally came and Yunaka rolled out of bed. She combed her hair but didn’t bother with a bath since she’d inevitably be needing one in the afternoon once the diuretics became too much. Bunet was making breakfast which was great. Fogado insisted that he’d hate to follow up Bunet’s meals, but Yunaka totally disagreed. The blond chef kept the kitchen spotless as he worked and people were usually full meaning that the lunch rush would be easier and later. “The kitchen is all yours,” Bunet said. “Wonderful!” Yunaka said. She took a few orders and made some meals before the crown jewel of her plan appeared. Alear had chosen Goldmary and Chloe to have lunch with her and the possibilities of the plan’s execution were endless. What if Goldmary wet herself right in front of the Divine Dragon? “Good morning!” Yunaka said. “Would the three of you like some tea?” “That’d be delightful,” Alear said. “I’d like some too,” Chloe said. “Only the Somniel’s finest,” Goldmary said. “Well, I do have a rare kind of tea available with a rich floral aroma. I only have enough for one cup left though. Would anyone like it?” Yunaka asked. Chloe looked ready to offer it to Alear, but Goldmary giddily clapped her hands. “I’d love some!” Yunaka took orders for Alear and Chloe before heading back behind the counter. She pulled out the diuretics and dropped five tablets into Goldmary’s mug. The tea bubbled up for a few seconds as Yunaka prepared Alear and Chloe’s drinks. Once Goldmary’s tea had stopped bubbling, Yunaka smelled it. The aroma was awfully pleasing. She’d have never guessed it was medicine. With a shrug, Yunaka dropped two tablets into her water bottle and headed back to the table with the drinks. “Looks lovely!” Goldmary exclaimed. She took a sip and was instantly elated. “Taste as good as it looks?” Yunaka asked. “Even better!” Goldmary said. As Yunaka took their food orders and prepared the meals, she caught snippets of the conversation. As highly as Goldmary thought of herself, she did seem to suck up to Alear a good deal. Perhaps there was some ammunition there… “If you’ll excuse me, I will be right back,” Goldmary said. She rounded the corner to the bathroom and Yunaka smiled as she watched other pieces of the plan set into motion. A smirking Etie stepped out to meet her. “Hello Goldmary, how are you doing this lovely day?” “Quite well. I was just having tea with the Divine Dragon and drank a little too much rather quickly. Just going to nip into the ladies room avoid the fate of a certain someone that I know,” Goldmary said. “Oh, unfortunately the cafe bathroom is closed for cleaning. You’ll have to find another one,” Etie said. “Yeah right,” Goldmary scoffed. Yunaka grinned as Goldmary walked back a few moments later. Etie had approached her that morning with the idea of getting the cleaning duty to occur during Goldmary’s lunch. “They are actually cleaning, but I guess I can tough it out unlike you,” Goldmary said to Etie as she sat back down. Yunaka made eye contact with Etie from behind the counter and gave her a thumbs up. Yunaka fsoon started to squirm as her bladder filled in record time. It was no surprise when she looked over and saw Goldmary sitting with her legs tightly crossed. Alear asked if she was okay a few minutes later and Goldmary reluctantly admitted that the bathrooms had been closed. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” Goldmary said. Yunaka finished making the food and walked out. She staggered a little at first given the fullness of her bladder, but she kept enough composure to deliver the food without incident. Chloe had ordered potatoes with gravy which allowed Yunaka to play into her quirky persona. She set Chloe’s potatoes down and then pulled out the gravy boat which she proceeded to waterfall onto the mashed potatoes. “Here’s an entire rushing river of gravy for our favorite knight,” Yunaka said with a smile. Goldmary gasped shortly and then stood up before walking briskly off. Yunaka looked up and her heart skipped a beat. A small wet spot had definitely formed on the crotch of Goldmary’s yellow skirt. Neither Alear nor Chloe acknowledged it, but they had to have noticed given the awkward silence. “Do either of you need anything? I’m about to take a quick break myself,” Yunaka asked Alear and Chloe. “A glass of water to go with this meal and tea would be great,” Alear said. Chloe echoed the sentiment. “Right on it!” Yunaka said. She walked back into the kitchen and grimaced when she saw the pitcher was empty. She hopped from foot to foot as the pitcher filled before pouring the first glass. She had to fight her bladder, but she poured the glass. She started to fill the second glass when her bladder leaked. It wasn’t a few drops either. It was a spurt lasting several seconds that took some time to cut off. She grabbed a dishrag, tied it around her waist, and marched back to the table to deliver the waters. Alear and Chloe thanked her before Yunaka darted off to the bathroom. Goldmary was in uncharted territory. Everything had been going right for her. It was a beautiful day at the Somniel, and she’d been invited to lunch with Alear. Her hair, makeup, and outfit were perfect, and she’d discovered a new favorite tea. Yet her always trustworthy bladder threatened to ruin it. She didn’t understand it. She could regularly hold for hours at a time even when her bladder was full. She’d gone before lunch like usual, but thirty minutes later she was on the verge of… pulling an Etie! She saw Yunaka get in line behind her out of the corner of her eye. The red-haired girl looked quite desperate herself. Goldmary leaked again and frantically tried to stop it. She did, several seconds later than she wanted. Her skirt’s wet spot was now the size of an orange. She banged on the women’s bathroom door frantically. “Let me in. Let me in!” Goldmary shouted! “Cleaning. I’ll be out in a minute,” Fogado said from inside. Goldmary turned to Yunaka wide eyed. “I’m not sure I have a minute. I…” A shameful thought crossed her mind as another leak escaped and several more droplets worked their way down her legs. Legs shaking, she turned to Yunaka. “Pretend you didn’t see this.” Goldmary took off running and threw the bathroom door to the men’s room wide open. She ripped her leggings down as she ran and threw herself on top of the nearest chamber pot. Pee gushed and gushed until the pot nearly overflowed! She looked up in horror and made eye contact with Yunaka. She hadn’t even shut the door! “Close the door you creep!” Goldmary screamed as Yunaka frantically apologized while leaking pee into her pants and slammed the door. The slam created a draft which caused the chamber pot to wobble sending several splashes onto her already damp leggings. Eventually Goldmary’s heart rate and blood pressure returned to normal. Then she realized she’d left her handbag outside the bathroom in her haste. Goldmary grimaced as she walked back outside. She sprayed herself down with perfume as Yunaka walked out of the ladies’ room with a watermelon sized stain on her pants. “Good day to wear black pants!” Yunaka said. Goldmary screamed internally before sighing heavily. “Let’s just get back to lunch.” She walked back and tried to regain her composure. She cringed as Alear and Chloe both looked quite concerned. “Are you okay Goldmary?” Alear asked. “I’m fine, Divine One. I just wasn’t feeling well for a moment, but I’m doing better. Fortunately, I ordered a salad so the only thing that may have gone cold is the chicken. Yunaka, could you be a dear and…” “On it!” Yunaka said walking over and scooping Goldmary’s chicken onto a plate to take inside and reheat. Goldmary looked across the courtyard and her heart dropped as she saw Etie and Alfred sipping tea a few tables over while Fogado and Pandreo mopped the floor around some unused tables. “They’re too far away to notice the state of my outfit. Right? Right?” Not that she cared what a low-life pants wetter like Etie thought about her of course. Yunaka returned a few minutes later with the chicken and a few tablets on the side. “Sorry you’re not feeling well, Goldmary. If it makes you feel any better, I found a few more of the tablets that gave your tea the floral flavor you loved. I think they’d be perfect to flavor your water bottle. “That’s a great idea,” Goldmary said. Chloe perked up. “Um, Goldmary. If you don’t mind, could I try the other two tablets?” Yunaka insisted that it might be better for Goldmary to use all four while she tried to find four more for Chloe, but Alear’s presence at the table left Goldmary feeling trapped. Reluctantly, she told Yunaka not to worry as she dropped two tablets into her water bottle and handed the others to Chloe. She took a few sips while eating her salad and discussing Alear’s plans to find the remaining Emblem Rings. The flavored water tasted refreshing and Chloe liked hers too. Suddenly, Celine ran into the café and nearly crashed into a table. The Corrupted returned. Florra is under attack!” Everyone in the cafe began to panic as Alear quickly instructed them to follow her to Florra. There wasn’t a moment to spare. As she left the Somniel, Goldmary felt two things. The first was worry towards the people of Florra. The second was the realization that she already had to pee again. A/N: Wasn't expecting this to get so long, but I hope you enjoyed! Part 3 of this and then the Citrinne/Lapis story should be the next two omo things I write. While this cast is newer and less developed than Three Houses, I hope I did a decent job keeping them in character. At least to me, Yunaka's whole vibe just feels like some who'd be into omo 😉
Part 3/3. Despite planning a battle, multiple wettings, and a conclusion, I still underestimated how long this would take! Go figure Goldmary already felt a few slow leaks into her leggings as the group arrived in Florra. The sudden nature of the attack had forced Alear to grab everybody in her immediate vicinity: Goldmary, Chloe, Etie, Alfred, Yunaka, Fogado, Pandreo, and Celine. It was honestly a decent mix of skillsets for such a hastily thrown together bunch. The town was being stormed by about twenty Corrupted which wielded a variety of weapons. More were coming on the horizon. Goldmary felt her usual pre-battle nerves wash over her and for a moment was almost thankful that her full bladder lessned her nerves as she focused on bodily needs. “You four, take the right side,” Alear said pointing to Goldmary, Yunaka, Etie, and Alfred. Goldmary and Etie glared at one another, but there were far more pressing matters at hand than their squabbles. Alfred took the lead on horseback and began to hack away at a group of Corrupted with his lance. Goldmary and Yunaka ran after him while Etie shot down any backup that tried to come from the air. There was a flash of light as Alfred summoned Embelm Sigurd and tore through several foes at once in a single move. Goldmary, Yunaka, and Etie were ready for cleanup. “Scatter like petals!” Etie shouted as her bow punched through an encroaching Corrupted sending the foul creature smashing into the wall of the nearest house. Goldmary took down a Corrupted of her own without too much difficultly, but her weight distribution in those fencing strokes really strained her bladder. To her right, Yunaka threw one knife, but uncharacteristically missed her follow up attack. Goldmary looked over and saw her fidgeting with crossed legs. “Are you okay? Goldmary asked as she cut down the enemy Yunaka missed. “I really have to pee again!” Yunaka said with a blush. “And honestly you don’t look so great yourself.” Goldmary recoiled in horror at the notion of her being viewed as anything less than perfect, but it was hard to blame Yunaka for noticing. “I um… also need to go,” Goldmary stammered. “Now that’s interesting,” Etie said. “I could’ve sworn you just peed right before we left the Somniel. You too Yunaka, actually.” “What are you are the bathroom supervisor or something?” Goldmary snapped. “If you’re going to wet yourself twice in the same day, we might as well employ one!” Etie insisted. “That’s enough,” Alfred said. “Let’s just go find Alear.” Goldmary followed, but both she and Yunaka were nearly waddling as they crossed the battlefield trying to keep dry. Yunaka grabbed Goldmary’s arm. “Cover me. I’m going to go pee in that flower bed.” “I will if you return the favor afterwards,” Goldmary said. Both girls shuffled over to the closest flower bed. Goldmary bit her lip and prepared to block out the sight and sound of Yunaka peeing. Yunaka had just yanked her pants down when three Corrupted came scrambling down from the top of the house behind them. Both Goldmary and Yunaka screamed as their fight-or-flight instincts kicked in. As soon as Goldmary picked her sword back up, she began urinating in full force. As far as she was concerned, an entire river was pouring out of her defeated bladder. She peed and peed completely unable to stop the flow as her other reflexes were needed to fight. Her clothes which hadn't even fully dried after her close scare at the Somniel were completely soaked. She reached under her skirt and was mortified at the sheer volume of pee she was able to wring out of her panties. "Wettings are for small children and low-lifes like Etie! Not me!" She blinked a few times hoping she was in a dream, but nothing happened. Goldmary looked over at Yunaka. Yunaka had started an almost equally strong stream while fending off Corrupted with her pants still down from her attempt to pee. Her red panties were completely soaked and her pants were lying at her feet in a puddle that was in the process of merging with Goldmary’s to create a golden lake. Both women each took out one Corrupted before Etie knocked out the third with a well placed arrow. “What was that?” Etie demanded as she and Alfred approached joined by Chloe and Pandreo. “Alfred and I nearly got overwhelmed because you ditched us!” “Not cool,” Pandreo said. “I could barely get them in range of a Physic spell if something serious went wrong.” Goldmary stammered trying to explain, but fell short as Chloe took over the conversation. “Um, Yunaka. Your pants…” Chloe whispered. Her legs were shaking, but Goldmary couldn’t tell if it was nerves or her bladder. Goldmary went crimson as Yunaka pulled her pants up causing everyone to notice her legs as well. “I’m so sorry. We had to—” Suddenly without warning another strong stream of pee poured down Goldmary’s legs. She hadn’t even felt that one! “Stop doing that! You’re going to make me go again too!” Yunaka complained. “You risked your teammates lives because you had to pee? Are you serious?” Alfred asked. “I’ve got a bladder infection or something!” Goldmary wailed. “I didn’t even feel that last accident. I know that was super unprofessional of me and Yunaka, but I’ve never struggled with these issues so badly.” “Then maybe you should wear a diaper next time,” Etie said with a smirk. Alfred grinned and Yunaka even looked intrigued at the idea! Suddenly something clicked. Within a few minutes, Etie had gone from fearing for her life to mocking Goldmary over her lack of bladder control. “You did something!” Goldmary shouted. “I know it!” The panicked expressions from Etie and Alfred confirmed what she needed. Heart pounding, Goldmary shoved Etie against the wall. Alfred tried to break them up, but Pandreo cast Freeze on all three parties before calling Alear over. “What is going on?” Alear asked as Pandreo unfroze them. “Are we fighting the Corrupted or ourselves?” “Both,” Etie confessed. “I… we… may have done some suspect things.” “Who is we?” Alear asked. “Me, Alfred, and Yunaka. We spiked Goldmary’s tea with a diuretic trying to get payback on her,” Etie said. “It was really petty and stupid,” Alfred said. As furious as Goldmary was at Etie and Alfred, her first instinct was to address Yunaka. “Wait. You were in on it too? You’ve been nearly as desperate as me this whole time!” “I thought it would be less suspicious if I spiked my own drink too,” Yunaka said. “Bad idea.” “So what was the drug?” Goldmary asked. “The tablets with the floral taste,” Yunaka said. “Oh no! I dissolved those in my water. Then Alear drank half of it after the Corrupted destroyed her canteen!" Chloe gasped. Etie, Alfred, and Yunaka traded pained glances as Fogado and Celine announced another wave of Corrupted were coming. “We’ll be fine. Let’s just hold it in long enough to finish this battle,” Alear said. Etie felt incredibly guilty as the party resumed battle. Goldmary got what she deserved, but her plan had caught way more people in the crossfire than she intended. Alear twitched way more than usual as she walked, and Chloe was visibly shaking atop her pegasus. Etie notched several arrows and made key shots against the enemy, but her mind and heart weren’t in it after getting called out by Goldmary. A magic wielding Corrupted cast a spell that knocked Chloe out of her saddle. She was flying low to the ground, but was still slow to get up. With Chloe’s Pegasus vulnerable, Alear engaged with Emblem Lucina and began to combo attack that most of the party participated in while Etie helped Chloe to her feet. The blue-haired knight was shaking as she made her way to her mount. “Are you okay?” Etie asked. “I have to pee so bad,” Chloe said. She hopped up and down for a bit before her face fell. “Oh no!” “We’ll find cover,” Etie told her. “Get over there and you can lift your skirt up to—” “Too late!” Chloe shouted. A surge of pee began spilling out of her already damp skirt and soaking into her leggings. She managed to hike her skirt up and spread her legs, but it was evident that her blue panties were beyond saving. Even though Chloe had only received a partial dose, she still peed for quite a long time. Etie grimaced as she noticed her own bladder for the first time that fight. She fended off a few Corrupted that tried to reach Chloe as Goldmary and Alear returned leading her pegasus. There was a noticeable wet spot on Alear’s pants as she approached, which Etie felt bad about. Goldmary looked from Chloe to Etie with folded arms. “I hope you’re happy with how this turned out.” Etie sighed until an idea crossed her mind. It was ridiculous in truth, but it was as good as an olive branch as she could hope to offer in the current circumstances. “Obviously I didn’t expect any of this, but we’re well past that point. Goldmary, give me your water bottle.” Goldmary handed it over with a puzzled expression. Etie took a deep breath and downed the remainder of the water. “You realize what’s in there, right?” Goldmary said. Etie nodded. “I do. Even if you were rude to me the other day, I went way too far. I hope this makes us even.” “Really weird gesture, but I appreciate the thought,” Goldmary said. “Have fun holding it!” She sarcastically blew a kiss and headed back into the fight. Fogado approached looking confused. “I have many questions, but in other news we’re down to the final wave.” Alear let out a relieved sigh as the wet spot on her pants grew again. “Great. You two come with me.” Etie did just that as the last group of Corrupted invaded Florra. Her legs buckled under the pressure of her rapidly filling bladder but she fought through the pain. Two axe wielding Corrupted broke through the group’s front ranks prompting Pandreo and Celine to start healing. Alear dove for one of the Corrupted and delivered a massive blow that knocked it back. Etie shot the Corrupted down and Fogado hit the second Corrupted. The beast tumbled backwards and crashed down on top of Alear. Alear screamed as she tried to wiggle out from underneath the beast’s weight. Fogado switched to a sword and finished off the Corrupted. Alear had been saved, but her bladder had not. As she sat on the ground, there was a hissing sound as a torrent of urine spilled out of her. Etie tried to look away but was simply drawn to it in awe. She rarely saw Alear pee given what she suspected to be some kind of magical stamina ability and the thought of her wetting herself was never something that Etie would’ve never seen coming. Just how strong were the diuretics Alfred had supplied her with? “That was embarrassing of me,” Alear said before simply dusting herself off and getting up. “These things happen in battle,” Etie said as she felt her first serious leak of the afternoon. She, Alear, and Fogado rejoined the rest of the group where the battle was winding down. Etie managed to take out a few more Corrupted as her bladder leaked, but when a blast of magic from the last one knocked her on her ass, Etie knew she was done for. She suddenly felt very warm as the floodgates opened and pee gushed out. She saw the final Corrupted fall in her peripheral vision and made no effort to get up. There was no stopping her bladder so she opted to sit there and enjoy the relief. Etie heard footsteps as Goldmary walked over, skirt freshly soaked from another accident. Goldmary looked down at Etie and nodded before offering her hand. “I guess we’re even.” Etie took her hand as she got to her feet. “I think so.” Once order was restored to Florra, the group returned to the Somniel. After washing up, Alear pulled Etie, Goldmary, Alfred, and Yunaka aside to make sure all the drama from the past few days had wrapped up. Goldmary vowed not to tease Etie for her small bladder or hog the bathroom until she wet herself. Etie, Alfred, and Yunaka assured Alear they wouldn’t do anything crazy. They went to find Jean, but the young physician was unable to find anymore diuretic tablets making the thought of a similar event unfolding a non-issue. Alear and Yunaka left while the other three went for a jog. “That was quite a run,” an exhausted Goldmary told Etie and Alfred afterwards. “But next time, I will keep up with you the entire way!” Etie grinned. “You have a nice night. We’re going to do two more laps before bed.” “I knew you were crazy,” Goldmary said with a laugh. “Well, all’s well that end’s well. Maybe we’ll even be friends with her,” Alfred said. Etie smiled. “Wouldn’t that be something?” Later that night, Yunaka crawled out of bed. She grabbed her bag and snuck into the closest bathroom. She lit a candle and placed her bag on the counter before pulling out Jean’s missing stash of diuretic tablets. Yunaka grabbed a single tablet, dropped it in a cup of water and drank it with a mischievous glint in her eye. Perhaps she'd make it till morning dry. Perhaps not. "Alear said not to spike anyone else’s drinks. Mine on the other hand…"
Hi readers, I'm Yeonji. This is a story of myself, about what happened yesterday. Yesterday was a college club's retreat, or called MT in Korean culture. I have a crush in the club, and we were getting closer in recent days. Yesterday morning, the sun painted the sky with hues of tangerine as I eagerly packed my backpack for the club retreat. Excitement fluttered in my chest like a restless butterfly, as thoughts of spending the day with my crush, Jaehyun, consumed my mind. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of toast, wafting from the kitchen where my mother, ever supportive, prepared a hearty breakfast. "Yeonji, have a wonderful time today!", she said, her voice brimming with warmth. Gazing at my closet, I pondered the perfect attire for the day's adventure. A disarray of clothes hung before me, ranging from vibrant sundresses to casual jeans. Despite the pressure to conform to societal expectations, I refused to sacrifice my comfort for the sake of appearances. My fingers brushed past the flowery patterns and settled on a pair of well-worn denim shorts that felt like a second skin. Paired with a loose, breezy blouse, it was an ensemble that captured my individuality. I smiled, content with my choice. Both matches very well on me. While have some spare time before an appointment time, I opened a refridgerator. I, who believed in the superstition that drinking a lot of water makes me look pretty, drank three cups of water in a row from the morning. With a satisfied "glug, glug, glug", I guzzled down the refreshing water, feeling its coolness cascade down my throat. The tinkling sound of ice cubes swirling in the glass echoed through the kitchen, harmonizing with my contented sigh. Each gulp brought a renewed sense of vitality, as if the water itself possessed magical properties that would enhance my beauty. Quenching my thirst, I closed the fridge door and relished the lingering taste of purity on my lips. Only thing came up in my mind was that I want to appeal myself to Jaehyun. I wanted to look pretty. We met in the muscial club a year ago. Since then, we sang together, danced together, and practice acting together. As the memory of our musical club adventures danced through my mind, I felt a surge of determination to present my best self to Jaehyun. It wasn't solely about physical appearance but also about the radiant energy that exuded from within. With renewed confidence, I retreated to my room and spent extra care styling my hair, the gentle hum of the hairdryer enveloping the space. I chose a touch of subtle makeup, accentuating my features with a delicate brush of blush and a hint of shimmering lip gloss. In the mirror's reflection, my eyes sparkled with anticipation, ready to seize the day and capture Jaehyun's attention. After finishing my makeup, I leaved home and headed to a club room. Entering the club room, I was greeted by the bustling energy of my fellow club members. Laughter and animated conversations filled the air as we prepared for our journey. The room was a vibrant mosaic of colors, with instruments strewn about and posters adorning the walls, reflecting our shared passion for music and performance. Jaehyun stood near a stack of amplifiers, engrossed in adjusting the settings, his brows furrowed in concentration. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest, knowing that we would soon embark on an adventure together. "Hi Jaehyun! What's up?", I asked. Jaehyun turned toward me, a warm smile gracing his lips. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep brown, lit up as he saw me. "Hey, Yeonji! Just making sure everything's set for the trip. Excited for today?" he replied, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. The sound of his voice sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, like a melodious chord resonating through the room. "Absolutely!" I replied, matching his enthusiasm. Our gazes locked for a fleeting moment, and in that instant, an unspoken connection formed between us, as if the universe itself acknowledged our mutual affection. "Ok, then let's get in!" Jaehyun shouted so that everyone can hear. At that time, I missed a small thing: little did I know was that those water I drank this moring was quite a lot of amount to hold, and we were heading to a place which took three hours of driving. With an air of excitement, I followed Jaehyun's lead and made my way onto the bus, my thoughts consumed by the upcoming adventure. As the engine roared to life, the bus began to roll forward, propelling us toward our destination. The hum of the tires against the road created a soothing rhythm, lulling some of us into a comfortable daze. Unbeknownst to me, within the confines of my body, the water I had consumed earlier began to stir, its presence growing increasingly noticeable with every passing mile. Yet, my attention remained fixed on the anticipation of the day, oblivious to the impending discomfort that awaited me. "Jaehyun, can I seat next to you?" I mustered up the courage to ask. Jaehyun turned to me, a warm smile gracing his face. "Of course, Yeonji! I'd love to have you by my side," he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth. With a flutter in my heart, I made my way toward the vacant seat beside him. The soft fabric of the bus seat welcomed me as I settled in, a reassuring presence amidst the growing unease within my body. Sitting beside Jaehyun, our shoulders barely grazing, a sense of comfort enveloped me, as if our proximity held a promise of unspoken connection. But very slowly, the water I drank earlier was filling my bladder. Yet, it was unnoticable, I chatted and giggled while having a talk with Jaehyun. Amidst the lively chatter on the bus, Jaehyun and I engaged in a playful conversation. "So, have you thought about what songs we should perform at the next club event?" Jaehyun asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement. I giggled, feeling at ease in his presence. "I was actually thinking of doing a medley of our favorite K-pop songs. What do you think?" I suggested, my voice laced with enthusiasm. Jaehyun's face lit up, mirroring my excitement. "That sounds like a fantastic idea! It'll showcase our love for K-pop and allow us to showcase our vocal harmonies. I'm all in!" he exclaimed, his words punctuated by a light chuckle. As our conversation continued, laughter intermingled with our words, creating a symphony of joy that resonated throughout the bus. Little did I know, the urgency in my voice masked the growing pressure within my bladder, a silent reminder of the water I had consumed earlier. An hour past, and the speed of the bus decreased, and finally halted. It was a beginning of a long traffic jam. I was little bit nervous at that point, since I was feeling urge to relieve myself in a bathroom. I felt the water I drank rattle in my stomach. Looking back now, drinking three glasses of water in a row was stupid. As the bus came to a standstill, trapped in the clutches of a relentless traffic jam, a wave of unease washed over me. The urgency within my bladder intensified, and I couldn't help but curse my imprudence in drinking those three glasses of water earlier. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, berating myself for my lack of foresight. "What was I thinking? Three glasses of water before a long ride? That was foolish," I muttered under my breath, my words lost amidst the chatter of frustrated passengers. Regret gnawed at my conscience as I scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of a nearby restroom. The rattle and sloshing of the water within my stomach served as an unwelcome reminder of my predicament, like an impatient percussionist demanding attention. With each passing minute, the discomfort grew, amplifying my nervousness. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and I silently hoped for the traffic to ease, yearning for the relief that awaited me at the journey's end. It was only a half way to our destination, and I felt despair to the fact that I cannot go to bathroom for at least one more hour. "You look nervous. Is something wrong?" Jaehyun asked. I forced a smile, attempting to conceal my inner turmoil from Jaehyun's discerning gaze. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Just a little tired from the journey so far," I replied, my voice betraying a hint of strain. Jaehyun's brows furrowed with concern as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine for any signs of distress. "Are you sure? You seem a bit off. If there's anything bothering you, you can always tell me, Yeonji," he offered, his voice gentle and reassuring. I shook my head, offering a dismissive wave of my hand. "No, really, it's nothing. Just need to stretch my legs a bit," I replied, my words a feeble attempt to downplay my discomfort. It was a mix of shyness and the fear of burdening him with my predicament that kept me from revealing the truth. But it was no good. The traffic did not seem to be ease, and my urge was getting stronger. With each passing moment, the struggle to hold my urgent bodily need became more arduous. Beads of perspiration dotted my forehead as my muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to maintain control. The rhythmic drumming of my heartbeat echoed in my ears, synchronizing with the relentless ticking of the clock. Every bump on the road felt like a jolt to my already strained bladder, testing the limits of my endurance. My legs fidgeted restlessly, the tapping of my foot against the floorboards a silent plea for relief. Yet, the traffic showed no mercy, prolonging my agony and pushing me closer to the precipice of surrender. "Yeonji, I don't think you are okay. Are you need to go to a toilet?" Jaehyun asked. My face reddened as I heard a word "toilet". Caught off guard by Jaehyun's direct question, my face flushed crimson, betraying my inner embarrassment. I mustered a feeble smile, attempting to brush off his concern. "Oh, it's really nothing, Jaehyun. Just a small inconvenience. I can manage," I replied, my voice strained with a mixture of discomfort and unease. Avoiding his gaze, I focused on the passing scenery outside the bus window, desperately hoping for a miraculous resolution to my predicament. But deep down, the truth weighed heavily upon me, and the longing for a restroom grew more fervent with every passing second. Despite my all efforts, time was not my side. I felt I was loosing control. A warm trickle escaped in a second, betraying my futile attempts to maintain control. Panic surged through my veins as I realized the inevitable had happened. Shame and humiliation engulfed me, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, a mixture of frustration, disappointment, and a deep sense of vulnerability. Yet, the damage was unnoticable, and I should find a way to prevent a full-blown accident. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to confide in Jaehyun, realizing that honesty was the only way forward. My voice quivered slightly as I turned to him, meeting his concerned gaze. "Jaehyun, I have to tell you something... I've been trying to hide it, but I'm in a bit of a predicament," I admitted, my voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and humility. His expression softened, his concern deepening. "What is it, Yeonji? You can trust me," he reassured, his voice gentle and understanding. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of my confession heavy upon me. With a shaky voice, I finally let my guard down and revealed the truth. "I... I really need to use the restroom. I've been trying to hold it, but it's getting unbearable," I admitted, my words laden with a blend of apology and desperation. As the confession hung in the air, a mixture of relief and anxiety coursed through me. I awaited Jaehyun's response, uncertain of how he would react to my vulnerable admission. "Oh, that's bad..." Jaehyun whispered. "How much longer do you think you can hold it?" My heart sank at the realization that time was running out, and my ability to hold on was dwindling rapidly. The urgency in Jaehyun's voice mirrored my own growing desperation. I bit my lip, attempting to gauge the limits of my endurance. "I... I don't think I can hold it for much longer," I confessed, my voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. Tears welled up in my eyes, the culmination of the discomfort and the fear of disappointing Jaehyun. "I'll ask a bus driver to stop somewhere." Jaehyun said to me with nervous face. "You can do this, Yeonji." I nodded unspoken, tears welled up in my eyes. With a mixture of gratitude and relief, I nodded at Jaehyun's words, silently thanking him for his understanding and support. But my body was at the limit. The tears that welled up in my eyes mirrored the growing dampness that spread across my denim shorts. Each movement, no matter how slight, seemed to coax more and more pee to escape from my desperate bladder, dampening the fabric and leaving an undeniable mark of my vulnerability. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the sensation of the warm liquid against my skin only amplifying my discomfort. A sense of helplessness washed over me as I struggled to maintain composure, the knowledge that my body had betrayed me adding to the weight of my humiliation. The scent of urine, though faint, lingered in the air, and I averted my gaze, not wanting to meet the eyes of my fellow passengers who may have noticed the unmistakable evidence of my struggle. "Jaehyun, please don't look....", I cried. My floodgate was no more closed. I was having an accident, right beside him. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I mustered the courage to confess my vulnerability. "This can't be happening... It's so embarrasing..." I pleaded, my voice choked with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. And then, it happened. The floodgates that had held back the torrent of my desperation finally gave way, releasing a torrential downpour of urine. A soft, steady patter resonated within the bus, like raindrops against a windowpane. The sound of trickling and splattering filled the air, mingling with the hushed whispers and gasps of the passengers. The dampness against my skin grew, spreading like an unwelcome stain, marking the undeniable truth of my accident. The sensation was both mortifying and oddly liberating, a release of pent-up tension and shame that had weighed me down. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of Jaehyun's potential disappointment, the image of my soiled shorts etched in my mind. My heart ached with a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. Finally, I looked down on the lower half of the body, bracing myself for the aftermath of my accident. My denim shorts, once a symbol of confidence and comfort, were now marred by the undeniable evidence of my vulnerability. They clung to my damp skin, the fabric darker and discolored where the urine had soaked through. Jaehyun said nothing. He looked shocked. A mixture of emotions welled up within me as I surveyed the scene. Embarrassment and shame washed over me, threatening to engulf my senses. With a determined sigh, I reached into my bag and pulled out a spare pair of clothes that I had packed for emergencies. With the discreet assistance of a kind fellow club member, I found solace in the act of changing, discreetly shielding myself from further judgment or prying eyes. As I finished changing into fresh clothes, I turned to face Jaehyun, my heart heavy with anticipation. His silence etched across his face spoke volumes, stirring a mix of anxiety and vulnerability within me. The weight of his unspoken words hung in the air, and I braced myself for his reaction, unsure of how he would respond to this unforeseen turn of events. Seconds stretched into an agonizing silence, and I found myself yearning for any sign of understanding or reassurance. Would this accident tarnish our connection, or could it serve as a testament to the strength of our bond? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of surprise, empathy, and compassion. In that moment, I sensed a shift in his demeanor, a realization that accidents happen, and that true connection transcended such fleeting moments of embarrassment. Without uttering a word, he stepped forward and embraced me, offering a comforting hug that conveyed more understanding than any spoken response could. In that embrace, I felt a renewed sense of trust and acceptance, a reassurance that our friendship could weather even the most unexpected storms. Sometimes, it is in the face of vulnerability that we find the deepest connections, and as Jaehyun held me, I knew that our bond had grown stronger, forged through shared experiences and the unwavering support we offered one another. And so, the story of my eventful college club retreat came to an end. It was a tale of unexpected challenges, vulnerability, and the power of friendship. Though the journey took unforeseen twists and turns, it ultimately led to a deeper connection with Jaehyun and a greater understanding of myself. As time passed, the memory of that fateful bus ride faded, replaced by the cherished moments we shared in the club. We continued to sing, dance, and practice acting together, with a newfound sense of camaraderie and acceptance. Looking back, I realized that life's most memorable stories often emerge from the unexpected, the moments that test our resilience and reveal our true selves. It was a reminder to embrace vulnerability, to trust in the bonds we form, and to find strength in the face of adversity. And so, with the closing of this chapter, I turned my attention to the next chapter of my life, ready to embrace whatever adventures and challenges lay ahead, knowing that I had learned valuable lessons from the remarkable events of that unforgettable retreat. The end.
Story for y'all, hope you enjoy Emma breathed heavily as she took notes gently rubbing her thighs together feeling the dampness of her undies against her skin. Enjoying the sensation and the naughtiness of what she'd done. 20 MINUTES EARLIER Grace and Emma were in their final year of uni, both had been sitting in an insanely boring business module lecture for just over 2 hours. Neither of them understood why they had to take the module, as they were on engineering courses, but they took notes and just quietly got on with the nonsense being set by the lecturer. Emma was bored out of her mind, the only thing to occupy her mind was that she had to pee. She'd flipped the back of her skirt up so she wasn't sitting on it at the beginning of the lecture, mostly coz it felt mischievous to sit directly on her underwear touching the seat. Casually she glanced over to Grace who was occupied taking notes, there was an empty seat between them so they got more room and they were sitting at the back of the half filled lecture theatre. Emma straightened up a little, tensed her core giving a little push on her bladder. She felt a small jet escape hitting her underwear creating a wet patch. Carefully surveying the room ensured her no-one was looking or noticed what she'd just done allowing fear to give over to thrill. The feeling wasn't enough to occupy her mind for very long so she gave another little push, as before, a jet escaped and the damp sensation grew. She quickly tensed shut convinced she heard herself hiss. Fear gripped Emma as she felt fluid pool around her crotch, she'd leaked too much. Her underwear had absorbed as much as it could and would now leave a puddle on the hard plastic chair, that was not what she wanted or intended. She checked Grace hadn't heard the hiss out the corner of her eye. Grace was still taking notes, she was clear, now not sure if there was a hiss at all. The damp sensation between her legs felt good, Emma was wondering if she could avoid leaving a puddle. She couldn't remember what underwear she'd put on that morning but felt the leg bands hugging her bum so it wasn't a thong, they were full cut. Armed with that knowledge she rolled her hips forward pretending she's stretching, hoping that the excess pee would get absorbed by a fresh part of her underwear. That was 20 minutes ago and there was still about 20 minutes of the lecture to go. She was enjoying her damp knickers but her chair had become uncomfortable. Her mind went to how her current circumstances arose. A few months before she'd gone out clubbing with friends, during the night she had an accident, she put that down to alcohol, in the morning she woke up in a wet bed. She realised that she'd enjoyed both feelings. Since then she'd routinely wet the bed deliberately and had started peeing in naughty places, predominantly sinks and her underwear. Breaking her trail of thought, Grace had leaned over, whispers "I really hope she finishes soon, I'm bursting for a pee" Looking at her notes Emma breaths out sharply and smiles in amusement, but responds "me too". The girls knew there was a disabled toilet just around the corner that no-one used. The lecture hall was in a remote corner of the uni and at a dead end corridor, only other room being the toilet at the end. Grace was wearing a stripey top and a pair of leggings, her knee was bouncing up and down slightly, she must have to go. Just then the lecturer puts up a slide full of text and tells the room to get it down then they can go. Soon people started leaving, Emma pretended to write, she wanted to be the last ones to leave in case of a puddle. Grace urged Emma to leave, knowing neither of them cared, Emma just told her "one more second". The last students left the hall swiftly followed by the lecturer. Emma stood up when the door closed, she glanced at her chair but evidently not subtle enough as Grace pulled her arm looking at Emma's seat. There was a glistening patch were the plastic seat was wet. Grace said with some concern "Em, did you pee again?". Emma's heart was pounding but she opted for honesty, admitting "yeah, it's ok, could we use the disabled toilet next door and talk?" Grace nods understandingly and gets up following Emma out the door. They get to the toilet door, Grace asks "mind if I go first... since?" Indicating to Emma's groin. They were alone in the corridor, Emma opened the door, the light blinked on, we'll share. It wasn't the first time they shared a bathroom so Grace went in closing and locking the door behind her without objection. Grace dove for the toilet, somehow pulling her leggings and thong down as she moved. Emma laughed at her friends sudden burst of speed, slightly impressed by the dexterity and noted jesting "You must really have to go". Grace laughed stating "another 5 mins and there would have been a puddle on my chair too" hearing her stream hit the toilet Grace's tone turned concerned again "Em, you've been having a quite few accidents lately, is everything ok?" Ignoring her friends concerned tone Emma drops her skirt revealing a pair of light blue, low cut, bikini knickers with penguins printed on, also sporting a large wet spot that went up the back slightly. Emma admired them remembering putting them on that morning, asking Grace "how wet are they" as she turned her bum towards her. Grace sat upright on the toilet, flow still going, her black leggings and yellow SpongeBob thong round her knees, quizzed "you peed on purpose?" Emma just gave a mischievous smile. The sound of Grace's flow reminded Emma she needed to finish her pee. Grace watched as Emma moved over to the sink and positioned herself over it. Looking around, as if to check for people and exclaimed "you're gonna go in the sink?". Emma smiled, shrugged "why not I still gotta go" Grace further noting "through your knickers", smiling again Emma rebuffed "they're already wet" a trickle started between Emma's thighs, weighing down her knickers slightly as the wet patch darkened again. Grace perplexed by the situation noted "you're enjoying this?" Emma said defensively "oh, like you've never peed yourself or in a sink" knowing full well the answer but adding "you enjoy being spanked" as if to deal a finale blow to an argument. Grace blushed at the memories of peeing herself and in sinks, then of being spanked" Grace said "Em, I wasn't judging, just surprised and relieved you're ok" sensing she'd been abit quick on the draw Emma said apologetically "sorry, didn't know you were worried and I'm not judging you either" both girls smiled to amend from the exposed emotions. Grace's stream had stopped so she up pulling up only her thong, stepped out of her leggings over to the sink. She'd deliberately chosen not to wipe knowing a few drips would appear on her thong, as her underwear absorbed the left over pee, causing some dark yellow specks to appear as she moved. Emma smiled at Grace's deliberate move and not pulling up her leggings allowing her to see, when they were younger they agreed to not wipe after peeing as a waste of paper, declaring that undies could deal with drops. It was funny to see they'd both kept the practice up. Emma wiggled her hips to shake off the drops from her knickers and hopped off the sink, joking "feel like the kid who'd wet herself at school like this" as they washed their hands together. Grace looked at her laughing "you did!" nodding to her wet knickers. Emma's nose crumpled up in amusement "oh yeah" causing them both to laugh. Pulling up her leggings and adjusting herself as Emma replaced her skirt and did the same, Grace asked "do you wanna go back to the room and change before shopping?" refering to the shopping trip they had planned after the lecture and Emma's wet state. Emma opened the door, checking the coast was clear before replying "nah we'll get me a thong in town" they giggled and chatted as they set off towards the car. Edited July 10 by TopCat31 (see edit history)
Got another ToTK inspired short. This time an NPC suggested by @Grenn34 "THE AUDACITY OF THAT WOMAN!" Mastro shouted. "Mastro,Please calm down." Violynne said. "No i will not calm down! She just jumped in front of us!" Mastro said in rage. "Maybe she was running from something and didn't notice us?" Violynne suggested. "Doesn't matter!! Our wagon is broken and we lost our horse! What a tragedy!" Mastro said with his arms crossed. Violynne rolled her eyes. "Atleast our instruments are safe." Violynne said as she held the instrument she was named after. "One positive indeed! We'll have to repair our wagon once we get back to the stable." Mastro said. "But how are we gonna get it back there?" Violynne asked as she tapped her feet with a concerned expression. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh...Stop! Stop! Stop!" Violynne said as she let go of the wagon and began inhaling and exhaling. "Okay! Come on now! How many times are you gonna make us stop? We we're having such a good rhythm going!" Mastro asked. "I-I'm not much of a lifter. J-Just give me a second!" Violynne replied. Mastro shrugged and waited for his partner to catch her breath. She took a look at Mastro and took a moment to cross her legs. She took a deep breath and then went back to helping her partner push the wagon. The two were using every ounce of their strength to push the broken wagon. Meanwhile, Violynne was fighting a battle of her own. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat as she tightly crossed her legs with every step she took. After minutes of pushing and lifting the broken wagon, they stopped. Violynne winced and stepped back from the cart. "Dear Hylia! Again?!" Mastro asked. "Like i said! I'm not a lifter!" Violynne said as she looked around and lightly tapped her foot in a specific rhythm. "What's with the dance?" Mastro asked. Though he already had an idea what was going on. It wasn't the first time he had scene that particular dance his partner was performing. "Umm.....How far away do you think the stable is?" She asked as she brushed her hands against her purple hair while bouncing up and down. "At the rate we're going? It's gonna take a long time!" Mastro said. "Ohhh......." Violynne whined as she looked around. A wince crossed her face as she gingerly crossed her legs, her thighs squeezing together while Her body swayed slightly from side to side. "I recognize this dance of yours! You need to pee!" Mastro blurted out. "D-Don't say it out loud like that!" Violynne chided him. "Just go behind one of these structures!" Mastro said as he pointed towards the many rocks that had fallen from the sky. "H-Huh? I-I don't know...." Violynne said. "Why not? There's nobody here!" Mastro said. "B-But we're still near the Great Fairy's Fountain! I-i can't!" "The fountain is out of sight dear! and you usually don't find any stray fairies this far from the fountain! Besides,With the Great Fairy going into hiding ever since the upheaval, i'm sure she's got other things to worry about!" Violynne she scanned her surroundings once more, her eyes wide and frantic, desperately seeking for something. anything that would keep her from having to resort to something so embarrassing. But of course, nothing came. Violynne groaned and ultimately resigned herself to Mastro's idea. "N-No peeking! Got it?!" She said with urgency as she sprinted away, her hands tightly clasped between her legs as she fought against the twinge being sent through her body. "Wouldn't dream of it!" Mastro shouted as Violynne hid behind one of the weirdly shaped rocks. She looked around to make sure there was nobody around and then unbuckled her belt. "Oh...I can't believe i'm about to do this..." She muttered as she kept looking around while hiking up her shirt and yanking down her tights. She bent over and leant against the rock. She looked around. There was still nobody in sight. And yet she still felt like there was someone starring at her. She let her bladder relax upon uttering the words.... "Oh,Great Fairy. Please forgive me for what i'm about to do..." As if a floodgate had opened, a torrent of pee burst forth, her body trembling and her having to use her other hand to stabilize herself as her stream splattered against the grass below. As her muscles released the mounting pressure, a wave of relief washed over her lower body, releasing her from the agony of her bursting bladder. She couldn't resist letting out a moan as she continued to lean against the rock. She looked around once more. Still nobody around. No stray fairies, no villagers. She sighed. The feeling of relief somewhat overpowering the dread she felt. She began humming a song to herself as her stream continued. It's something she always did to calm herself. Soon she was no longer shaking and she only needed on hand for support. Her stream continued until it eventually slowed down and turned into just a few drops. She let out a content sigh and stood upright again. "....Damn it. nothing to wipe with..." She whispered to herself as she pulled up her panties and her tights. She emerged from her hiding spot and regrouped with Mastro. "Enjoy the pee?" Mastro asked with a smile. Causing Violynne to blush. "D-Don't say it like that. She said as she looked around. "It's nothing to be ashamed off. But,hey! I got good news! While you were singing back there, a Rito saw us and landed in front of our wagon. He said he was going fly to the stable to get us some help! What luck!" Mastro said. "Well. That's good." Violynne said. "Shall we practice our song while we wait? We cannot afford to be rusty for the Great Fairy when we return and convince her to stop hiding!" Mastro said. "Yeah. Let's do it." Violynne said as she whipped out her violin. a thought crossed her mind. The great fairy. She then thought back to her detour just then and sighed. "Oh great fairy. again,i hope you forgive me for this..."
Preface It didn’t start with the flap of a butterfly’s wing. It also didn’t start with a tortoise sneeze. How exactly it started is up for some debate, depending who is asked. What isn’t up for debate, is the broad agreement that it stemmed from above. The elite, the powerful, the rich, the untouchables. The top 1% of the top 1% of the top 1%. The select few who had everything to lose, and still managed to lose everything only for everyone else. Decisions they made, policies they forced down the throats of high level politicians, and moral compasses they ignored. We’ll never know their names. We can only live with their consequences. Morning 1 “When’s the last time you peed?” Captain Joe Jones asked. “I… I’m sorry, what?” April Hughs replied, shocked. At just 21 years old and fresh out of the Academy, the Captain had at least 15 years on her. Not to mention he was male and she was not. Also, why would he ask? Was this hazing or was he into her or what was happening?? Captain Jones sighed. “Your bladder, when’s the last time you emptied it?” ”If it’s been longer than about 15 minutes, go do so again. It’s an hour ride there and, of course, an hour back. We’ll be there for no less than 3 hours by my best guess, which has known to be off. There is no stopping anywhere on the route, for obvious safety reasons. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not in a country that is particularly supportive of women outside of a child bearing and rearing role.” “So,” he continued. “Unless you’re confident in your ability to not use a bathroom all day, or you’re somehow both comfortable AND competent in utilizing a bottle in the back of our armored vehicle, I’d suggest you make peeing just before we leave a priority. EVERY time we leave.” “Yes, sir. Thank you for explaining that to me,” April replied, both glad it there was an actual reason, but also a little embarrassed. What 21 year old had to be reminded to pee? “It’s been about an hour, Sir.” She continued. Another sigh from the Captain. “Go ahead and take a bathroom break again now. We’ll wait, I suppose.” “Yes, Sir,” April weakly offered and started across the vehicle bay towards the bathroom, even more embarrassed. Behind her, from all around their armored vehicle, she could hear whispered comments and muffled giggles from the team she would be integrated and riding out on all missions with. Being told to go potty by a commanding officer in front of her whole team was not the first day impression she had dreamed of while in the Academy. The bathroom in the bay left a lot to be desired. She had learned that an hour ago when she went just prior to getting ready. She thought that would have been an appropriate time to “go just in case”. Turns out she was wrong. 2 square feet would be a generous way to describe the tiny room. A sink the size of a mini watermelon was mounted on the left wall when you step in - a broken handheld mirror taped above it. Directly across from the door was a toilet more fit for a port-a-potty than an actual bathroom. It had most of a seat, a bowl big enough for a large salad that had about a cup of water resting in the bottom, and a handle to flush. A toilet by definition and base-level function only. A toilet paper holder had once been attached to the wall on the right. Now, a lone role of single ply sat on the edge of the sink, not entirely dry itself. April had been in shock the first time she went in earlier. How could anyone live like this? She had to remind herself she was working with a team of military males. This level of accommodation would be her new norm. Unfortunately. She’d have to work on this - no way was this going to be the way she spent the next 18 months of her deployment. In the meantime though, she had to figure out how to pee in here with all her gear on. And quickly - the entire team was literally waiting on her. When she’d gone before, she was only wearing her standard issue Forrest Green T-shirt and BDU camo pants with combat boots. And, of course, her standard issue 1-size-fits-a-few white cotton panties (when she first picked them up just after arrival, she idly wondered if the males had the same - the crotch was HUGE on her and left plenty of room for either gender), and similarly sized white cotton bra that left NOTHING to the imagination when dry, she didn’t even want to think about it getting wet. There was barely enough room in the closet to achieve what she needed before, wearing just those bare basics. Now, with 30 kilograms of body armor including a triangle area that protruded down from her vest to protect her nether area, the task seemed monumental. Plus, she had her helmet on (another 3kg), and her fatigue jacket further restricting her movements. First, April tried to move the crotch flap out of the way… Without any success, since it only flopped up and hung down at her waistline, with nothing to hold it up. Annoyed, she next worked on unbuttoning her BDUs - a project all its own with the armored vest restricting her ability to bend and her groin guard still flapping in the way. She was finally able to pull down her BDUs and panties that she still couldn’t believe were so oddly and badly shaped. Backing up the half step to the toilet, she squatted over awkwardly in all her gear and tried to position herself as best she could in the half squat / half hover position. April took a deep breath and tried to relax. She’d never been one to hover, almost always opting instead for the paper seat liners or a TP nest. She took another breath out and pushed a little. While she had felt no need to go whatsoever in the bay, she now felt like she could go a little. There was definitely some in her bladder. The trouble, though, was it didn’t want to come out. April pushed a little, tried to relax completely, and even tried bouncing a bit. Nothing seemed to work. “Hey Paper Girl,” she heard called out from the other side of the door. “Wrap it up in there! Let’s go!” April’s face immediately flashed warm and red from embarrassment. She realized she had been so focused on the sad state of the bathroom, figuring out how to undress enough to go, and finally trying to go —- she’d been in there way too long. Considering she barely even felt any need to go at all - she was in there only at the direct order of the Captain, after all - and how long she’d already taken, delaying the entire team, April gave up. Grabbing onto the waist of her BDUs and panties, she pulled both of them most of the way up in a single motion as she stood, abandoning her hovering post at the toilet without so much as a drop finding its way out. No need to wipe and no time to worry about her mostly non-existent need. She’d be fine. She’d have to be. April quickly pulled her panties the rest of the way up, BDUs following under the body armor and buttoned them as quickly as she could, foregoing re-zippering them in favor of saving time. Since she didn’t go, she didn’t wash her hands either and was out the door in record time. Where is everyone??? She thought as she walked out into the bay, her team suspiciously missing. “Hey! Paper Girl’s finally done taking a leak!” She heard from inside the armored vehicle. Of course! Everyone was already ready. Waiting on her. Embarrassment flashed through her once more as she sheepishly climbed in the passenger side back seat, filling out the last open spot. She latched secure the heavy steel door shut just as they started pulling out of the garage. The moment their tires rolled onto the dry, hard-packed sand and rocks, April felt the heat of the desert spilling through the dusty, thick window. It surprised her how sudden and intense it was, even with the A/C on full. She’d been warned during orientation how brutal it would be, but there was a difference between being told, and being exposed to it. April leaned back in the barely padded seat. It was going to be a long ride in this heat. Up front, driving was Sparky. April had learned during pre-deployment orientation that his call-sign was such because he had an uncanny ability to fix anything electrical or mechanical. He had the exact same ability to break those same things, maybe even with greater frequency. But it was important to focus on the positives - he could fix a wider range of things faster than most. Somewhere in his 30’s and on his 3rd contract, Sparky was done with everyone at this point. Nothing surprised him, nothing seemed to excite him, and his general attitude towards everyone reflected as much. His attitude only envied by the man sitting next to him in the passenger’s seat. Captain Joe Jones, himself. An entire military career already complete, it wasn’t clear why he was still on active duty. Yet here he he was, in all his stoic, grumbling, and generally annoyed glory. “Hey Paper Girl,” came a voice from the side-facing seat behind the driver. “Looks like you’re having a rough time in the heat already.” Bones. April could only guess why that was his call-sign. He was a trigger-happy 23 year old with a wicked temper and a mouth that found its own way into trouble more often than not. “I give it 3 hours. 4 tops. You’ll be begging your Officer to transfer you to an easier assignment.” “Why do you call me Paper Girl?” April asked, ignoring his negativity. “Is that my call-sign?” “You don’t have a call-sign,” answered the individual in the seat next to April as Bones snickered. Hot Shot. Of all the team members April had been briefed on, she knew the least about Hot Shot. He was the team’s medic and generally regarded as the second in command, though Sparky would beg to differ. She knew the call-sign Hot Shot came from before he was on the team, having spent the latter half of his teen years fighting fires in the Western US. “You aren’t cleared for live munitions,” he continued to explain. His voice was higher pitched than April had expected. Certainly higher than the rest of the team. Could all the years of being surrounded by smoke while he was still developing have caused that? “That means no call-sign for you.” “Buttt,” came the final member of the team from behind the back row, sitting backwards against the back seat. VB. The team’s interpreter. He allegedly was fluent in 6 different languages and conversational in another 3. Once again, the origins of his call-sign were shrouded in a layer of mystery, though April liked to believe it was just shorthand for Verbose. “Obviously we can’t use real names, so you needed a nickname.” He said. “And since we’re stuck with you so you can write some paper or something,” Bones interjected. “We might as well call you something appropriate. Paper Girl.” “We’re literally in the middle of the worst humanitarian disaster in recorded human history,” April retorted angrily. There were few things she was particularly passionate about. Journalism and human rights rounded out 2 of the top 2. “This moment in history needs to be, deserves to be documented. People’s stories, the day-to-day moments and acts of kindness in spite of all the surrounding destruction. It needs to be told and shared with the world both now, and for generations to come.” “Some chose to tell those stories through video, others through photography,” April continued. “I chose writing as my medium of choice. And as such, I have a weekly article both in various papers and on our website that I’m responsible for.” “She’s just doing her job,” Captain Jones chimed in for the first time from the front. “Just like you and me and every other poor SOB to be stuck in this terrible country.” “So Bones,” He continued. “Lay off her a little. And Paper Girl - good for you for being passionate, but I’m going to need you to tone it down a bit on these long rides.” “Anyway,” Captain Jones moved on. “Sparky, what’s our temperature at right now?” “112 Fahrenheit,” Sparky replied, looking at the thermometer on the dashboard. “45 Celsius, VB.” “Much appreciated,” VB thanked. “Right, well, it’s not going to get any colder out today and we’re what, 20 minutes from our destination?” Captain Jones said. “I think now is as good a time as any to order mandatory hydration.” “Mandatory hydration?” April turned to Hot Shot, who had pulled two bottles of water out from under the seat, handing one to her. “It’s hot out,” he replied as each of the team members procured their own bottle and took a first sip or two. Hot Shot sighed as April gave him a questioning look. “When this all first started and this little team of ours was assembled and deployed, we learned a few things very quickly. Most obviously was the heat.” “Day in and day out, it rarely dips below 90 during daylight hours,” He continued. “Even in the Winter, most of the country is still scorching. It can be brutal on your body.” “We lost more than one good soldier to heat exhaustion in those early days,” Captain Jones interjected. “So now, I don’t take any chances.” April turned back to Hot Shot who concluded, “Just make sure you finish that bottle before we get there. It’s easier to stay ahead of the hydration curve and impossible to catch up.” April was conflicted and deep in thought as they tumbled down the dirt road, the sun beaming through the window only getting stronger and hotter. On one hand, it was horrifically hot. And she was just sitting in the AC. It would be terrible once they had to get out and move around. On the other, this was a lot of water for someone without access to a bathroom for who knows how long. Of course she’d sweat some… honestly probably all… of it out, given the temperature. And she had gone to the bathroom recently. Not quite as recently as everyone on the team thought, but still, it hadn’t been too long. As the only female on the team, she wasn’t sure what sympathy or support she would receive from everyone should she end up having to go while they were away from base. Would anyone help her find someplace to go? Would they let her be gone long enough to go? Could she figure out how to go in all the body armor (she was still ashamed she couldn’t do so earlier). Despite all her questions and insecurities, she settled on the decision that she didn’t really have a choice at all. This was a direct order from a superior officer. He wasn’t even her superior. While she was integrated, she was the responsibility of the team. And they could technically have her removed any time for any reason. There was dozens of people in line for an assignment like this one, this close to the main action. April sighed as she started drinking her water. It felt great! So cold and refreshing. She didn’t realize how thirsty she actually was and wanted badly to down the whole bottle in one go after taking that first sip. She restrained herself from gulping it too quickly though, tipping the bottom up just as Sparky announced, “We’re here!” Both he and Captain Jones opened their doors at the same time, flooding the entire cab with heat. Hot Shot and Bones quickly followed suit as April grudgingly opened her door. She instantly regretted it as a literal wave of hot air flowed over her, feeling her whole body start to sweat from just the motion of getting out. Captain Jones, VB, and Sparky all made their way across the town square to an open air patio area where a number of townspeople were waiting. Bones, Hot Shot and April - by default of not knowing what was happening - hung back, closer to their armored vehicle. “I thought we were just coming out to clear a few houses of potential munitions or traps?” April asked. She directed the question to both Bones and Hot Shot, hoping for an answer by the latter. “Gotta meet with the village elders, first,” Bones replied. “For their help, or blessing, or…?” April asked further. “For tea,” Hot Shot answered. April realized they were going to be here for a while. She didn’t see any way Captain Jones’ time estimate was going to be even close to correct. In fairness, he did warn he likely wasn’t right. She also came to the realization that regardless of how much she was sweating, she was going to have to pee before they got back to base.
=CHAPTER 2= I stared at him in disbelief, the pressure in my bladder having increased with every word he said. I wanted to ask wheter he was joking, but the tone of his voice was one I had never heard, and yet I somehow knew that he was as serious as he had never been before. "Go to your Room. The door will be locked from outside, so you dont even think about trying to get into the Bathroom once we are asleep. You are expected to hold in everything for as long, until we give you explicit permission to relieve yourself in the Bathroom." He instructed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I heard the door be locked from the outside, and I set down my stuff in my room, feeling my aching bladder with every step I took. I slightly pressed my legs against one another. "I really need to pee..." I whispered to myself, stating what I already knew for quite a few hours now. However, it wasnt of much help. I sat down on my bed, and felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. How was I going to make it through the night without wetting myself? I was still shocked by what had just happened, but in a way, I deserved it. After a while, of letting this situation process, I decided that it was for the best if I just went to sleep, to make my need to pee, or perhaps lack thereof incase I couldnt hold it, tomorrow-me's problem. Changing into my Pajamas wasnt exactly comfortable, as bending down applied more pressure. But by far the worst was, once i went to lay down. gravity pushed down on my full bladder uncomfortably, and if it hadnt been for my tiring workday, I probably wouldnt have falled asleep as quickly as I did. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At 6:28 AM I woke up to what luckily was dry sheets, but therefore an even more filled and aching bladder. It was an honest wonder that I hadnt wet the bed, or even leaked for that matter, however I still wished to finally be able to go to the bathroom. They couldnt drag it out for this long, right? All of a sudden, I heard a short knock on my door, followed by the sound of rustling keys, and them unlocking the door to my bedroom. I sat up instantly, only to find myself pushing my hands between my legs in agony, as to not lose control right there and then. The Door opened, and revealed her father, as well as letting through a few rays of sunlight. "Good Morning. Slept well?" He asked, as though all of yesterday had never happened. I was still sat with my hands crammed between my legs, muttering "No, not really... I still really have to pee..." It had been over 19 hours since I had last relieved myself at this point. "I see, its uncomfortable isnt it? I actually need to pee as well. You can go to the bathroom too, if you want to." My eyes lit up, and I got up as quickly and carefully, as I could. Making my way to the Bathroom, I could already see the Key in his hand, and I felt so relieved that I had to hold back all my pee from escaping me at that very moment. it was then, that he used the key to unlock the door, and as it opened, I could see the toilet inside. "I cant imagine how it must be, needing to hold all of that pee inside of you..." He said, smirking at me. "I said that you could go to the Bathroom after all, not that you could use the Toilet." I stood, as he started started peeing into the toilet instead, and hearing the sound of splashing. I pushed my hands into my crotch harder. I needed to pee badly, and watching him being able to, made it arguably worse. Once he was finished, he locked up the door again, while chuckling. "You really thought I would let you pee? Nope. I dont care how much you need to go, it will probably be a long time before you get to pee again." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was officially 24 Hours since I had last peed, and I had never needed to pee this badly before. I hadnt even had anything to drink yet, since I was afraid that was gonna make my bladder even fuller, but that was about to change. I looked up, as my Mother set down a 2 Litre Bottle of Iced tea on the Table infront of me. "Finish this Bottle until Dinner. she Instructed. "We told you, this wasnt going to be easy on you." she added, and then left. I felt like i was bursting already, but I hesitantly started sipping on the drink, like I was told. I was shocked to find that only and hour and a half after starting, the two litres were gone. I was prone to just keep sipping on sugary drinks, so I hadnt even realised how fast it had emptied, opposite to my bladder. That meant that soon, 2 more litres were going to join the rest of the liquids in my bladder. It was already bulging out, but surprisingly, I hadnt leaked a single drop yet. I was sure that was soon going to change as well, though.
Hot rain fell from the London sky as Piccadilly dragged their luggage at jogging pace through the rush hour crowds on the sidewalk. Peeing was the last thing on their mind even though the weather couldn't be a more apt metaphor for the fate they would meet in just a few hours. Their feet splashed in puddles as they ran to the Tube subway station. It was only ninety minutes until their flight. Being on time wasn't their strong suit, and, as they'd learned when they'd woken up on their own five minutes ago, ringing wasn't their hotel room alarm clock's strong suit. The disturbing clanging sounds of poorly and hastily packed luggage banging into other poorly and hastily packed luggage inside their suitcase grated on their ears, but took only a fraction of their attention. The weight of the rest of their stuff, crammed into their backpack and now digging into their shoulders, slowed them down a little, but not a lot. And the pee in their bladder, which had been building up all night as they slept and which they hadn't paused to empty before dashing to the front desk to check out, well... it rather resembled the backpack. Their one saving grace was that they were, at least sometimes, a planner. They knew the route to the airport. Leave the hotel, turn right, turn right again, run down the stairs into the station, get on the Circle line, ride eight stops, transfer to the Piccadilly, and stay on it till you get to terminal 5. And yeah, it was really called that. The Piccadilly. Same as their own name. That had made them crack a smile when they looked at Google Maps last night. A Piccadilly train for a Piccadilly enby. Nice. But, they sure weren't laughing now. Sitting in one of the seats of the subway car, looking around at the yellow handlebars and decor designed to remind passengers which line they were on, wiping rain off their forehead, and finally having a moment alone with their thoughts, Piccadilly found that peeing was no longer the last thing on their mind. In fact, it was the second thing – right after catching their flight. They gripped their suitcase tighter, wishing it wouldn't be so impolite to give their crotch the same treatment, and pressed their knees together as they counted the stops. The devil on their shoulder told them they should use the bathroom as soon as they got to the airport. The angel said they should wait until they got through security, or maybe even until they were on the plane. Their bladder said "You need to fucking pee". It was the longest short subway ride they'd ever taken. Normal minutes may be 60 seconds long, but minutes that pass when your bladder is full are at least 90 seconds apiece, and minutes you spend counting down to an important deadline are easily double that. They arrived at the airport with just over an hour to go before departure. Another few minutes and they wouldn't even have had time to check in. The line to do so, besides moving agonizingly slowly and making them worry they'd get stranded in London, also reminded them of a bathroom queue, and their chest and abs tightened with the stress and strain of holding their pee, which they were well aware by now there was considerably more of than their body was designed to handle at once. Piccadilly shifted their weight back and forth, swinging their hips to the internal frantic music of their lateness and desperation. Finally they were called to the counter. "Passport?" "H-here you go." "One bag?" "Y-yeah..." They loaded it onto the scale, and then crossed their legs as they stared at the check-in agent, who looked at them a bit suspiciously. "Where are you headed?" "Uh... u-um..." they stammered. "Uh. Austin. Sorry. Austin. Going to Austin." The agent stared at them another moment, then handed their passport back, and took their bag. "Need a boarding pass, hun?" The question carried just a hint of condescension. You know, the sort of hint you give a child when you really want them to succeed. Piccadilly checked their pockets to see if they still had the one they'd printed out the day before. Nope. "Uh, yes please." The agent nodded, pressed a button, and handed Piccadilly the ticket after it was printed out. "There you go, dear. Security is just up the stairs." "Th... thank you." Up the stairs they ran, and to security. The line wasn't too long, thank goodness, but with only fifty minutes now until departure (aka, twenty or thirty until boarding) they didn't have any time to spare. They grabbed their laptop out of their bag before they even got to the counter, to save those extra seconds between now and the moment they could board the plane – and, between now and the moment they would be able to piss. But, something was tugging at their attention. They'd flown a dozen times before, and although their mind wasn't necessarily at 100% working capacity right now, they knew something was amiss. Shoes? No, no sign to take shoes off. Passport? Still in their pocket? Liquids? Oh... crap. Piccadilly reached over to the side pocket of their backpack and grabbed their one-liter water bottle. Like their bladder, they hadn't emptied it before leaving the hotel, and like their bladder, it was full. Crap, crap, crap. They looked around. It was almost their turn. There was no time to go back and dump it out. They could just give it up to the security folks, but they didn't want to lose such a nice water bottle. So, a grimace firmly plastered on their face, they looked left, look right, and then tilted their head back, stuck the spout in their mouth, and chugged. A thousand milliliters with only one breathing break – pretty good, right? The security agent called "Next!" and they stepped up to the conveyor belt and unloaded their things. "Step through when you're ready," said the agent on the other side of the metal detector. They stepped through. The lights flashed red. Guilty! "Any metal?" Piccadilly didn't know how to answer at first. "I don't... think so? Wait..." They put their hand to their face, and realized their nose ring was still in. Must have forgotten to take it out last night. No time now, the darn thing was so fiddly. "Want to take it out or just go for the pat-down?" "Uh... ugh... um, pat-down, please." A nice bean in a suit walked up to them, and a pair of hands took them first by the shoulders, then the chest, then the ribs, hips, tum (oh god their bladder), ass, and finally, legs. They stifled the pangs of discomfort and urgency that shot through them so as not to look like they had anything to hide. The effort brought tears to their eyes, which thankfully no one seemed to notice. "You're good." "Thanks." They hurried around to the other side of the machine, grabbed their bag out of the tray, put it back together, and dashed off to the gates without even putting the empty tray back in the pile. Tight deadlines make for rude cuties. "Come on, come on..." they murmured. Their knees were pressed tightly together and their hands were jammed into their pockets as they stared at the information screen listing upcoming flights and giving gate information for each one. Heathrow just had to be the busiest airport in the world, didn't it? And all the money they probably made from those scammy in-flight credit card deals didn't add up to them being able to afford larger screens, did it? Ones that would actually fit all the god damn flights that were taking off soon without having to scroll through endless pages of other people's flights. They scanned their eyes frantically through the list, so unable to concentrate that they missed their own information the first two times it flashed past. Finally they saw it. "FLIGHT DL4718 – GATE 19 – NOW BOARDING" Their steps pounded on the floor of the airport corridors and moving sidewalks between themselves and gate 19, and the pounding force shot through their legs and right into their bladder. Pap pap pap pap pap pap pap pap pap! Each footfall felt like someone slapping their tum, and each slap made them feel like they were about to pee their pants. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... finally, gate nineteen! "Hi, you made it! Scan your boarding pass here please." By now their hand was in their crotch, but they didn't care. The device pinged its green digital approval. "Restrooms are available on the aircraft once you board," the gate agent volunteered. Okay, maybe they did care. Their face turned an absolutely burning beet red, and the tears came back to their eyes. They sheepishly pulled their hand out of their crotch, and looked away. "thx..." they murmured, and they brushed past into the tube and onto the plane. For once, there wasn't a line to wait in. That was one of the advantages to being late, they guessed. They looked right and saw down the aisle, then looked left and saw the sign for the toilets at the front of the plane. The door was blocked by two flight attendants. The enby looked at them. "Hi," one said. "Welcome aboard the flight." "Hi," Piccadilly said. "Um... I need to... uh..." They pointed at the bathroom door. "Can I just, um?" "You can use the toilet once we're in the air and at cruising altitude," the other flight attendant responded. "Make sure to keep your seatbelt fastened until we're safely in the air," the first one said. Piccadilly nodded. "Mhm," they said, and shuffled to their seat. Forty hours later – well, okay, it was more like 40 minutes, but it felt like 40 hours – the plane was still on the ground. Our enby was stuck in a window seat, blocked from standing up by two strangers who couldn't possibly not know how badly they needed to go. Their squirming was constant and obvious. Their butt hadn't maintained full contact with the seat for more than five seconds since they'd sat down. They crossed their legs, left over right, squeezed them together, sat on their hands, uncrossed their legs, tried to act natural, gave up and shoved a hand between their thighs, got embarrassed and removed it, recrossed their legs the other way, uncrossed them again, buried their face in their hands, gripped the hem of their shorts desperately, stared out the window, shifted their weight some more, and generally made a pretty noticeable scene out of how painfully full their bladder was, and how desperately they needed to empty it. "Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking, on behalf of the crew I'd like to apologize for any delays, we are currently number five in line for takeoff and are looking to arrive about 20 minutes late. Once again, we apologize for any delay." Hhhhhhhh, fuck. Piccadilly clenched their fists and tried to breathe. They needed to piss, badly. That was all there was to it. They needed to piss. It felt like half the water they'd drank at security was already in their bladder, and the other half was surely well on its way. They managed to keep themself under control for another few minutes, but as soon as the plane left the ground, the enby decided they couldn't take it anymore. They tapped their neighbor on the shoulder and, with a sheepish, forced half-smile, asked if they could get up. Unfortunately, the world had other plans. They got 99% of the way to where they were going, even getting as far as sliding the bathroom door open and beginning to step inside, when one of the same flight attendants from before put a hand on their shoulder and stopped them dead in their tracks. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but I really need you to sit down and fasten your seatbelt until the seatbelt sign is off." "Oh my god, nnnnnnnnggggrrrhhh!" Piccadilly moaned under their breath. Again they squeezed their legs together, crouching halfway to the ground in pain, but ultimately they gave in and began walking back to their seat. Another hour later, they were still sitting there. The seatbelt sign was still on. The plane was jolting and jerking around in the worst turbulence anyone on board had ever sat through, brought on by a sudden storm in the area. And Piccadilly still needed to piss so badly their back hurt. At this point they had given up on trying to be subtle about it. Both of their hands were jammed firmly in their crotch, and had been for the last 45 minutes; their legs were crossed so tight that they were sitting entirely on just one ass cheek; and their face was burning red and wet with tears. Their bladder was 100% full; their underwear was not 100% dry. And you might think that that would be where the line was, that once they started losing control and peeing little spurts into their undies, that they would give in and try to go to the bathroom again. But for Piccadilly, the line was just a little further along – not at the point where their failure was apparent to themself, but at the point where it would become apparent to others. So, it wasn't until yet 30 more minutes later, when the first truly long spurt of pee sprayed out into their clothing and made a clearly visible wet patch, that their will finally broke. They lept up from their seat, pleaded with their neighbors to move again, and, one hand still jammed into their nethers, hobbled down the aisle to the bathroom again. But no, even with disobeying the sign, they couldn't hold it together, and it was right there in front of the bathroom door that their luck finally ran out. Their free hand grasped the handle... ...and found that it was occupied. "Fuck!!!" they screamed, and their fist came pounding down on the door to the toilet in a final futile gesture of pain, frustration, and raw, uncontrolled desperation. But futile it was. Their face burned red, and the tears came harder, but the hot London rain broke loose from their crotch and came down from the sky, soaking their shorts, their legs, their shoes, and finally the floor of the aircraft. "Would you like a towel to sit on, hun?" This was again the voice of the first flight attendant they'd spoken to. "I'm sorry, dear, I didn't realize how urgent it was. Next time you can just go, you don't need to pee your pants." Piccadilly had already made up their mind that there wouldn't be a next time. It would be a miracle if they ever flew again after this, but if they did, it couldn't be with the same airline. They couldn't risk seeing anyone on this flight ever again, especially not the flight attendant, who was currently staring at them, politely pretending they couldn't smell their pee. No. They'd take the towel, get back to their seat, squeeze their eyes shut, and not open them again until it was time to deboard. Then, they'd collect their luggage, get through customs, take the train home, shower, get in bed, and permanently forget that any of this ever happened. They'd just erase the day from their memory outright. Their official story to themself would be that they didn't remember their flight back from England. It was the only way not to die of shame. "Dear? Did you want that towel?" "...yeah."
Hey, everyone. Here's chapter 3 of Four Seasons. ------------------------------------- Summertime, and the livin’s easy Parker hustled inside the apartment. It was no cooler inside than out, so he moved at high speed for the kitchen. “Hey,” Meagan said, not looking up from her book. “How’s your day been?” he asked. “Hot and frustrating,” she said. “This homework… the only good thing about it is it doesn’t involve my laptop. I don’t want any more heat sources in here right now.” “Then I have just the thing for you,” he said, and pulled it out from the bag. She didn’t look up. “Hmm?” “Two words: Moose Tracks.” She looked up at last. Her eyebrows went up a little further than the rest. “Ice cream?” “Not just ice cream. Your favorite ice cream.” She sighed and looked back at her book. He popped the ice cream in the freezer. “You’re welcome.” She sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.” “Just trying to help.” She dropped her head into her hands. “By buying junk food.” “I thought it would be a nice surprise!” “Parker, you know we can’t afford that.” “It was just three dollars. Not about to break the bank.” “But it’s never ‘just’ three dollars, Parker,” she said. “It’s a whole fuckin’ bunch of dollars. Three, five, ten… it all adds up. How many times have you run over budget so far, huh?” “Wait, wait, wait,” Parker said. “Let me get this straight. I bought ice cream. For three dollars. To cheer you up. And I’ve been home for two minutes and we’re arguing about money and how financially irresponsible I am.” “You’re not irresponsible, Parker, you just have a lot to learn. Especially when I’m the only one with any income.” “Hey, it’s not my fault nobody’s hiring! The whole economy crashed!” “Look, I really need to get this finished. How about you do some more job hunting?” “Right. I’ve always got a lot to learn. I’m always a couple steps behind you. I get it, you grew up strapped for cash—” “ ‘Strapped for cash’? Parker, the fact that you even said it that way means you cannot possibly get what it means to grow up like I did, the embarrassment, the fear, the—” “Well, it’s not my fault that my…” he started to interrupt, and then stopped himself. “You gonna finish that sentence? Or can I finish mine?” “Tell you what, I’ll let you get your homework done.” “No, no, go ahead. Finish your thought. Maybe something about my family and yours?” He bit his lip. “I love your parents, Parker, and I am grateful you grew up happy and safe. I didn’t, okay? We weren’t strapped for cash. We were one step ahead of eviction a dozen times, we did have to move a lot, and my god, my father nearly broke me emotionally, he did break my mom, and guess what? I still love them both. Mmmmmmkay?” He nodded. “So you fuckin’ keep my father’s name out of your mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmkay?” “You draw that word out any longer and you’ll be practically self-parodying, hon.” She slammed her book closed. “I was trying to break the tension!” “By making fun of how I talk?” “Not making fun. I was just thinking of that scene from The Wire, where they make fun of how Clay Davis says ‘shit’.” “So you’re not making fun of me, you’re talking about HBO, which I will never be able to afford—” “My family doesn’t have HBO, we have Netflix! Only the three-DVD-at-a-time plan, too!” She rubbed her forehead, and her hand came away glistening with sweat. “You know, that’s the lamest possible defense you coulda made?” “Well, that’s a real compliment—” “No, hear me out. It’s so lame that it actually made me smirk a little, y’know? It’s nice, takes the edge off the anger a little. But that’s your cue to leave the room, boyo. Quit while you’re marginally less behind.” “Conversation postponed,” he said. But he left the room. ----------------------------------------------- Me and my girl, we got this relationship A few hours later, Meagan came into to the living room and said, “Hey. So it’s late and I’m hungry and I don’t wanna cook. So I’ve got an idea but it’s gonna sound pretty stupid after I yelled at you for getting ice cream.” “Pizza?” “Pizza. I know that it’s not at all fair of me, but—” “Don’t care. I will always accept pizza.” He closed his laptop on his resume. She grinned. “Half pepperoni and half double cheese?” “You remembered.” “Mmkay! I’ll call them now. But we should go pick it up instead of paying for delivery.” “Want me to go get it?” “Nah, I can go. I wanna get out of the apartment anyway.” “Want me to go with you, then?” She hesitated. “Yeah.” She called, placed the order, and then announced, “They said twenty minutes. Let’s go.” “It’s a five-minute drive.” “Yeah. Let’s go anyway.” “Why?” “You’ll see. Well, feel.” A few minutes later they drove through Ann Arbor, every window cranked all the way down, Meagan at the wheel. She took them on a somewhat roundabout route. The evening air was cooler and the breeze cooler still. “This feels amazing,” Parker said. “Good idea, hon.” “Thanks.” “When we get the pizza, let’s not even go home. Let’s just keep driving. Unless you’re worried about gas?” “I get pretty good mileage. The advantages of stick shift, and knowing how to use it.” “You’re still on driving duty, then.” “Thanks,” she said, and managed to make it both sarcastic and appreciative all at once. Pizza acquired, Meagan at the wheel, they rolled southwest on Liberty Street. Needing both hands to shift and steer, Meagan asked, “A little help here?” “Pepperoni or cheese first?” “Surprise me.” He fed her a slice of double cheese, his personal favorite, carefully holding the slice up so the grease didn’t dribble on her shorts despite her giggling. Not so hot, not so hungry, they kept heading out of the city. Liberty Street became Liberty Road. The sun was setting, but north of true west, so not quite directly into their eyes. “I’m sorry I made you mad,” Parker said. “It’s okay,” Meagan answered. “I get why you did it. And we’ll definitely eat the ice cream. Although not tonight, I think this pizza is enough for me.” She paused. “I’m sorry I jumped down your throat about it.” The tension in Parker’s gut eased. But only slightly, and he wondered why. She’s not apologizing for what she said to me, just for how she said it. They didn’t talk much, just “Pass me another slice?” or “I wish this sunset were more dramatic” and the like. Finally Meagan pulled over. “Time to head back, I gotta pee,” she said. She gave him a sidelong glance. “Um, unless you want to do something with that? It’s kinda our traditional make-up sex…” Not sure we really made up. Thoughts started swirling in his head, however. “Hey, earth to Parker? Should we head back?” “Oh! Sorry, yeah, let’s head back. And yeah, I’d like that. But it’s still the weekend. Let’s do it tomorrow. I’ve got some ideas.” “Mmkay.” Back in the apartment, Meagan hopped in the shower for a minute, and then came back to the bedroom in just her towel, not even dry. They’d set up a window fan in the bedroom, and she cranked it to high and dropped the towel, standing before the artificial breeze buck naked and dripping wet. “God that feels good,” she said. “Now I can get to sleep.” And, still not completely dry, she lay down bare on the bed, no sheet over her, to let the fan keep blowing across her bare skin. Parker lay down next to her. Despite her trick, it was still too hot to cuddle, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to anyway. He lay awake, pondering. And planning. -------------------------- Yeah, folks, this one could be a little tougher.
How many? At this point they've been dating for over three years, so they've had quite a few. I don't always write them in, of course, but I've included a couple. Particularly the big one at the end of season one, after Dacy told her story, and then all the tension over their future in season three. Bonus points to the first person to correctly name who I'm quoting lyrics from. --------------------------------------------------- Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will someday rise He woke up first. It wasn’t too bad in the apartment, but when he pulled out his laptop and checked the weather, he saw it was going to be a scorcher, up to 95. [35 to non-Americans] Once Meagan woke up and used the bathroom, he made breakfast for them, frying her an egg just the way she liked it. The better the mood she’s in, the more likely she’ll go for this… “So what’s on your mind?” she asked. “The usual trade,” he said. “I decide when you pee, you decide when I come.” “So far so good. But what else?” “All day.” She sat back in her chair. “Whew. That’s… a lot.” But she had that look in her eye. “Seems like a good challenge, huh?” he said, casually. “It does. It really does.” “Oh, one other thing. We can dress each other. Pick out each other’s outfits, I mean.” “Hmmm. If we’re adding new conditions, I’ve got one as well, but let’s deal with yours first. What did you have in mind for me?” “A sundress.” A yellow sundress with a red bra underneath, like the girl I saw on the street the other day… She shook her head. “Can’t do it, lover, sorry.” “No?” “Don’t own any sundresses.” “Do you even have any skirts?” “Have you met me?” “I kinda want to see you in one, now.” “Well, I’m not gonna run out and buy a sundress. But I gotta admit, the airflow would be welcome, day like today. How about…” She rummaged through the drawers. “How about this?” She held up a piece of cloth, and then demonstrated wrapping it around her waist. “Oh, wow. Didn’t realize how thin it was.” “Looks fine to me!” Parker said promptly. “Hah, well, not outside, okay?” She tied the cloth’s corners on her hip. “Now, for tops…” Parker reached past her. “This. Definitely this.” “I’m gonna need more than a bra,” she said, putting it on. “Then… the smallest tank top you have.” “Like this one?” “The green clashes slightly, but that’ll work.” “Good, I wouldn’t want much more than this in the heat anyway.” She pulled it over her head. “Now, what do I want you in? Something nice and tight, I think. Jeans. With a belt.” “Most of my jeans are pretty relaxed.” “I know, it’s a crime. We’ll have to double down on the belt, then.” She threaded it for him and set it one notch tighter than he usually did. They started slow. Since it was going to be so hot in the afternoon, far too hot to cook, Meagan proposed that they make cold pasta salad. This meant cooking the pasta in the morning and letting it cool all day in the fridge. And since they’d gotten started on dinner prep at 9 in the morning, it made sense to also chop up the cheese and veggies they would put into the pasta. After that Meagan did some homework and Parker prowled the internet. But Meagan left her water bottle in the fridge all day, so that every time she was thirsty she had to stand up from the kitchen table and get the bottle out. And every time she did, she made eye contact with him, calling his name if he wasn’t paying attention, holding the contact right through drinking. By lunchtime, Parker could see that she was already starting to tense up. Just before lunch, he got up and headed to the bathroom. “Wait a second,” Meagan said. “I forgot to tell you my extra condition.” “Oh?” he said, paused with his hand on the bathroom doorframe. “I decide when you come, right? Well, I want total control over that. You can’t touch yourself at all. Not even to pee.” “What am I supposed to do, then?” he asked. She got up and came over. “I’ll hold it for you, doofus. Acceptable?” He shivered a little, and definitely not from cold. “Acceptable.” She steered him to the toilet and stood behind him. She draped her arms around his waist, pushing gently against his back with her boobs, and his butt with her crotch. Then she undid his belt and his fly and pulled his cock out. He was slightly chubby, and grew more so at her touch, but this wasn’t a big problem. When she got him aimed properly, she said, “Go ahead.” And he let go. She giggled as she directed the stream, making figure-8s with the splash. As he trailed off, she gave him a couple squeezes to get the last drops out. Then the squeezes turned into a slow stroke. “That was fun,” she whispered into his ear. “Makes me wish I could pee too. But I can’t, now can I?” “Technically speaking, you may not,” he replied, stiffening rapidly. “Not until you say so.” “Darn straight.” “Gonna make me wait a long, long time?” “I am.” “So am I,” she said, and tucked his hard-on back into his boxers. She re-did his jeans and belt, again a notch tighter than usual. Lunch was sandwiches. Parker had gotten his heart set on grilled cheese, but it was already getting too warm in the apartment for any cooking. Instead he just did a PB&B (peanut butter and banana). Meagan ate leftover pizza—and kept drinking. As they washed up afterwards, Meagan wriggled a bit at the sound of the running water. Parker grinned. Turning, she saw it. “You know what?” she said. “No, what?” he said, playing along. “I kinda need to pee!” “Only ‘kinda’?” he said. “Better keep drinking, then.” “Oh, I will,” she said. “I’ll make you a deal, in fact.” “Hmm?” “Let me tease you for a bit and I’ll chug my entire bottle.” “Tease me how?” “Well, technically speaking,” she said, crossing her legs, “I’ve already started.” “I like the sound of this.” “Do we have a deal?” “We do.” Legs still crossed, she bent forward slightly. “I know what you’re gonna say,” she said, “but I’m gonna ask anyway, just so you can say no. Can—sorry, may I please pee?” He shivered. “No.” “When will I get to?” “Not for a while,” he said. “Oh, come on! You know it’s harder to hold when you don’t know how long it’s gonna take!” “Yes,” he said. “I do.” She stepped closer to him and ran a finger along the bulge in his jeans. “You liked that. Me begging.” “I did.” “Wasn’t asking, just observing. This did all the talking,” she said, stroking him through the denim. With her free hand, she took one of his and ran it along her thigh, through the thin fabric of her makeshift skirt, and then up onto her belly. “Feel that?” she said. “Those tight muscles? That’s what you’re doing to me. What you’re making me hold.” He stiffened more, hard-on straining at the belt and the jeans, and she rubbed faster. He groaned. “You want to come?” she asked. “I could make you come right now. And then I could pee.” He thought about it for a second. “No. You can’t pee yet.” “Then you don’t get to come,” she said, and stepped back from him. “Drink up.” “Oh, I’m not done teasing you yet,” she said. She ran her hands over her breasts. “Would you like to see me?” “I can see you pretty well already,” he said. “You sure about that?” she said, and flashed him. The red of her bra blinked into sight and back out again. “I can see a lot of cleavage already,” he amended. “Seeing is one thing. Coming there is another. Wanna fuck my tits?” “I usually do, yeah.” “Okay. I’ll think about that. Haven’t decided where I want you to come. Would you like to come in me?” “That’s always fun.” “Well, yeah. But I won’t be able to hold both you and all that pee. Which would mean we’d have to wrap this up sooner rather than later. So maybe…?” she hinted. “Oh, in that case the answer’s easy,” he said. “Definitely not. You are gonna have to wait. And hold it.” “I’m already holding it.” “This? This is nothing, yet.” “In that case, this is nothing, either.” With that implied threat, she went back to her books. He didn’t; he just kept watching her. Homework was clearly not holding her attention. She shifted restlessly in her seat, casually crossing her legs, then recrossing. She yawned twice, and then said, “I’m gonna take a nap for a while. Want to join me?” “I’ll stay out here,” he said. “Sleep well.” Edited July 14 by Weasel (see edit history)
Thank you! But I was thinking of the Sublime song that Lana Del Rey covered. (She did a great job, though.) And of course "summertime, and the living's easy" is from Porgy and Bess. Here we go, folks. Into the tunnel... ---------------------------------- 3pm. The apartment was hotter than ever. Sweat beaded on Parker’s chest, then trickled down to his tightened belt. The fan was running, but it was getting to the point of only moving hot air around. He went over to the sink and ran some water over his wrists, then went to stand in front of the fan to let the evaporation cool him. It felt good, but wasn’t enough; he stripped off his t-shirt, splashed water on his chest, and repeated the process. “Gonna put that shirt back on?” Meagan asked from the bedroom door. She was standing with her legs crossed, hands gripping the doorframe. “Do I have to?” “You have your choice. Whatever you do, I’ll do too. So both shirts off or both shirts on.” He stalled for a moment. “Sleep okay?” “Slept way longer than I planned,” she said. “How on earth did you drop off when you’ve got to pee like that?” “It’s just really hot. So. Shirt decision?” He mulled it over. “I like that tank top on you, I really do…” She grinned. “I’ll bet you like it off me even better, though.” “Actually,” he said, “it makes you hotter.” She arched her eyebrow. “Really. Hotter than just a bra.” “Oh, sorry, that was confusing. I mean it makes you literally physically warmer. Which means you’ll need to drink more water to stay cool. So I think I want you to keep it on.” She groaned. “For now,” he added. Looking fairly exasperated, she got her water bottle from the fridge. She also looked a little stiff; she was totally locked down. “Unless you want to do the water-on-the-wrists trick,” he said. She shook her head. “It’s quite refreshing, really!” he pointed out helpfully. “No thanks,” she said. “No, no, I insist,” he said. “You look so—warm. Come on, just a little water.” “I got enough water right here,” she said, swigging some. “And—oof—down here, too…” “That water’s probably much too warm,” he pointed out. “It’s definitely warming me up,” she admitted. “The effort of holding it…” “Well, in that case,” he said, “we’ve got to cool you down some other way. Let me get an ice cube.” “Don’t you dare!” “What?” he asked, faking innocence. “I do not trust you with ice cubes right now. You’re gonna drop them down my top or something.” “Well, you look so flushed. I really want you to cool down somehow. So it’s the ice or water on your wrists.” “Really? Those are my only options? Why don’t you fan me with that shirt that you’re still not wearing? That would cool me off.” “Yes, but it would warm me up,” he pointed out. “Besides, I’m putting it back on, look. So: ice or water?” She reluctantly came over to the sink. “Just your wrists under the water for a few seconds,” he coaxed, and turned on the tap. She jumped, writhed. Legs crossed instantly. Head thrown back, groaning again. He turned the water off. “You are evil today,” she muttered, glaring. For a brief second a memory flashed through Parker’s mind: a video he’d seen online during one of his internet porn searches. A girl in a car, desperate to pee, going through contortions and (exaggerated? real? likely both) facial expressions of absolute agony, with an extremely dramatic Evanescence song laid over the otherwise silent video. Parker had laughed at the time—how over the top! But in that moment, in their overheating kitchen with Meagan already nearly frantic before him, he suddenly felt extremely determined to put her into that level of agony, for real. She hadn’t left the sink yet—or uncrossed her legs. “Fan’s over there,” he said helpfully. “I can’t move, dumbass,” she said. “Oh, I know you better than that,” he said lightly. “You’re not so desperate you can’t walk three steps.” She shot him another you’re so evil look—and uncrossed her legs to walk the three steps. She even stood legs apart as the air blew across her body (including the dampened wrists). But he saw the shudder that ran through her. “Okay,” Meagan said, “I’m gonna get you for that.” “I expect you will.” “Lie down on the floor, face down.” “Huh?” “I’m teasing you, asshole. Face down.” He did, wondering where she was going with this—and then he felt her kneel down on top of him. Straddling him, in fact. And he felt her squirming like mad. She pressed her crotch against his butt, grinding against him. She gasped—from getting turned on? From being so desperate? Probably some of both. He could feel the quivering of her muscles as she strained to hold it. Then she lay down on him, still grinding, now with the whole length of her body. She ran her hands down his arms and took his hands in hers. Her breath caught as she struggled; she squeezed his fingers involuntarily as she clamped down. He could feel her nipples hardening—through two shirts and her bra. And he felt himself hardening, too. Only his hard-on was caught between his body, his belt, and the linoleum of the kitchen floor. It was a painfully awkward angle. But when he tried to get a hand free to adjust himself, she kept him in her clutches. And as soon as he tried to shift, she bore down against his butt all the more strongly. And then thrust. Several times. “I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go,” she chanted in his ear. “I gotta go so bad.” Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing… After a minute or two of this, she said, “Roll over,” and shifted her weight off him. He rolled. As she came into view, he drank in the vision. She was shivering, shuddering. And he couldn’t remember ever seeing quite that expression in her eyes. With one hand she undid his belt and unzipped his jeans again. She didn’t release him from his boxers, which were tenting like crazy. Instead she stroked him through the fabric. Her other hand went under her improvised skirt. She was holding herself. “Parker,” she said softly, “I will fuck you until you burst. Right now. Right here on the kitchen floor. If you let me pee first.” He shook his head. No. “I will fuck you until I burst. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it, with you inside me, of even if I can fit you in. But I’ll last as long as I can.” So tempting. But no. And he shook his head again. “Oh, come on!” she said. She kept rubbing his hard-on. “Please? You know how good it would feel. How tight I’d be.” His balls were starting to ache. “No,” he said. “All day means all day. You have to wait.” “Oh my god,” she groaned. “You’ve held it longer than this,” he said. “Maybe, but I haven’t peed since I got up and I’ve been chugging water like crazy…” “Yeah, but you’re sweating, too. Hold it,” Parker said, firmly. “You better be enjoying this, asshole,” she said through gritted teeth. He slid himself out from underneath her and got to his feet. “I am enjoying it. Just look,” he said, pointing to his protruding erection. “I’m gonna need your help here, you know. Can’t zip up without touching myself.” Meagan was still on her knees. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered. “I have to pee like… like you wouldn’t believe…” “I can believe quite a bit,” Parker said. “Hold it. Even if it means you have to keep grabbing yourself like a little girl.” Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her hand away from herself. Even more slowly she got to her feet. And stepped close enough to him to do up his zipper and his belt. Her eyes were… fierce. “Enjoy every second, fucker.” “I can’t touch myself. But can I make things harder on myself?” he asked. She cocked her head, puzzled. “Say what?” “If I looked at some porn, say.” Her eyes widened. Shocked. And angry. “No objection?” he said, and sat down to his laptop. “Dude, if you wanna see tits…” she said, furiously, and pulled her shirt off. He glanced. “Seen ‘em,” he said. She froze in the act of unhooking her bra. “If you want to impress me,” he said, “don’t let me see them. Turn me on with your boobs, but don’t let me see them.” “Oh, you want a striptease?” she asked, eyes flashing dangerously. “Just be creative. Oh, and drink more.” She whined. Literally whined. And turned to the fridge to drink more. As she did, he got up, walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch. She poked her head around the doorframe, water bottle in hand. “Where are you—?” Since the answer was obvious, she didn’t finish the question. “The couch is more comfy than the kitchen chairs,” he said. “And the light’s better.” “It is if we leave the blinds open!” “Your point?” “We’re not doing this with the blinds open.” “Well, come on in and close them, then!” She quickly walked across the room in her bra and improvised skirt, and pulled the front window blinds shut. Then, without turning, she reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders, and then let it fall. She began to dance, to no music or rhythm but her own desperation. Sometimes it was an elegant twist or step. Sometimes it was a panicked squirm. Gradually she turned to face him. Her hands were thrust deep into her crotch, through the thin fabric that was the only clothing she still wore. Her arms were covering her nipples, just barely. She glided, she writhed, she shimmied, she squirmed. He stiffened, again. “You want to ask me something?” he said. “Can I please please please pee now?” she said. “No,” he said. “Parker, it hurts.” “My balls hurt, too.” She didn’t grin—she bared her teeth. “So that’s how it is,” she said. “Good. Pain for pain. Both of us with our twisted kinks.” “That’s how it is.” “What do I have to do so I can pee?” “You’ll see.” “What do you mean?” “You’ll do what I want you to do eventually.” “You want me to piss myself? Is that it? Humiliate myself completely?” “Humiliate yourself? Oh yes. But I don’t want you to piss your skirt,” he said. “Oh, so if I took it off…?” She was pacing frantically. “No. Leave it on. But do not wet your skirt.” “Just tell me, you sicko! What the fuck do you want me to do?” “ ‘Sicko’, huh? You’ll regret saying that. But for now, just keep doing what you’re doing.” “Parker, I’m so confused.” “Are you desperate? Are you helpless? Are you right on the edge, can’t do a thing to save yourself?” “Yes. Yes. All of that. Yes.” She was shifting from foot to foot so quickly, she was practically jogging in place. And she was panting with effort. “That’s what I want. I want you powerless. I want you to piss completely out of control.” “There’s… one… last… thing… I can… do…” she gasped. “Hmm?” “Myself.” Her fingers were already moving fast. Her eyes were half-closed in arousal, but he saw she kept sneaking glances at his crotch. His bulge was quite obvious. He stood up and undid his belt. “Dude,” she gasped, protesting. “I just want you to see what you’re doing to me,” he said, managing to keep his voice under control, and undid his fly. “Look, no touching.” Her body bucked through her moans, and she nearly toppled over. He caught her, feeling the spasms racking her from head to toe. “Did you pee?” he asked. “No… but… it’s coming…” She started to undo the knot that held up her fabric sarong—in the process revealing her boobs in full for the first time. “Leave it on!” he ordered. She kept untying, but her fingers were fumbling. He spanked her, direct on her right cheek. “I said leave it on!” “But… you said… don’t wet…” “Hold it!” he barked. “I can’t…” “Hold it now! Use your hand!” “I’m trying…” She reached for herself, but even as she did, he heard a spurt. “I didn’t say you could pee!” he snapped, and spanked her again, twice. On the second slap, her flood burst loose. She snatched the fabric up and out of the way, threading the needle of his instructions at last. Her stream poured down her legs. He started jacking off furiously. She sank to her knees, still peeing full force. He aimed and came onto her boobs. For a split second he considered peeing on her. But instead he walked to the bathroom and cleaned his pipes into the toilet as normal. When he was finished and looked back into the living room, she was still kneeling in her own puddle. He grabbed a towel (his towel) and went to hand it to her. As he did, he realized she was still shaking. Then he realized she was crying. The anger left him in an instant. Sympathy replaced it—with a gnawing feeling underneath. He crouched down. “Hey,” he said. “Here’s a towel…” She didn’t move. He let the towel drop, quickly went back to the bathroom, wetting his washcloth, and hurried back to her side. He crouched down again and gently wiped away his spunk from her breast. She flinched away from his touch. “Meagan…?” ------------------------------------ Parker sat on the back step, waiting. Out on the horizon, barely visible between the buildings and trees, heat lightning flickered. The back screen door opened. Meagan came out. She’d been showering for close to half an hour. He looked up at her. She looked back down, eyes still red from tears. She must have been sobbing in the shower the whole time. She didn’t look angry. Instead she look wrenched. Gut-punched. I was ready for her to be angry at me. I deserve it. What do I say if she’s just sad? “Saved you a seat,” he said, very quietly, patting the step next to him. She walked down the stairs and leaned against the wall instead, looking out at the lightning. They didn’t say anything for a long minute. “I’m sorry,” he said at last, facing the storm. It sounded horribly small. She didn’t say anything for so long he wondered if she’d even heard him. Just as he was about to say it again, she spoke, equally quietly. “How did we get back here again?” The dread he’d been feeling since he’d seen her tears surged forward. They looked out at the horizon and watched the storm pass them by.
Thanks, but it's not necessarily shit... just strange. A few big transitions, some good and some bad, and likely more coming. Exactly. I wanted to write a genuine relationship. And genuine relationships end, more often than not. The vote's still super-close, but @david_578, your comments just talked me into posting the next section. Which takes place over the next few days, so it really belongs in the summertime story anyway, rather than fall. So here goes. ------------------------------------------- He woke up the next morning on the couch to the sound of a closing door. He sat up, and his brain caught up. She’s gone. Oh, thank God. The night before, after the lightning had passed without a drop of rain, they’d scavenged some kind of supper. She’d said little, but hadn’t been totally silent. And the entire time he was waiting, silently begging, for her anger to begin. Come on. Shout at me, throw things, hit me even. Show me I didn’t break you. Show me I didn’t snap you. Show me that I pushed you too far, but not so far you’ll never come back… Instead she’d just been quiet. “Pass the salt, please,” etc. She’d brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, went to bed early. Didn’t tell him to stay away, but he’d exiled himself to the couch anyhow. Please get mad at me. Please get mad at me. Please get mad at me. So if she’d at last left the apartment and was gone, that was a beginning. Not a good beginning, but more familiar. More normal. Not that mouse-like skittish silence. Not crying. --------------------------------------------------------- She didn’t come home all day. Or that night. Good, he thought. Our first big fight, she was gone two days. She needs time to calm down enough to get angry. Besides, she’s got classes all day. He spent the day working through every job search trick he could think of, and then he he scoured the internet for more ideas and tried those too. He honed his resume, then created four or five different versions of it. Then he watched movies until he nearly fell asleep, and then he put the laptop away, brushed his teeth, and went to sleep on the couch again. But he got out a spare sheet; he needed something across him to really sleep. The next day he tried to make a better budget, but kept running aground on his awareness that (a) Meagan was much, much better at it and (b) on an income of zero dollars, no budget ever worked. Between that and the tension of hoping that Meagan would walk through the door at any moment and start screaming at him, he couldn’t focus on movies and just watched videos on YouTube until the network gave out, and then he archive-binged webcomics, and then he lay down on the couch for the third straight night. But lying in the semi-dark of the apartment, his thoughts raced and raced and raced. The twisted reassurance of her absence had faded. Now he was just worried that she was never coming home. It made no sense, of course—there was no way she’d abandon her car. But: “Promise me that you’ll stay with me as long as you want to,” she said. “And you’ll leave me the day—the minute—you no longer want to stay. As soon as I start to hurt you, as soon as it’s no longer good, make it quick, and just go.” Finally, around 1am, he got up and turned the lights back on. She’d left her backpack, and he went around stuffing things into it: toothbrush and tampons, wallet and car keys, her ancient laptop and its charger, her favorite underwear and her favorite shirt. He set the backpack down by the door. Then he wrote a note, set it on top of the pack, and collapsed back onto the couch to sleep at last. Meagan— Here are some things you’ll probably want. You don’t need to wake me up say goodbye unless you want to. I’m so sorry. I’ll love you forever. Parker ---------------------------------------- He awoke with Meagan’s arms around him, and he relaxed into her grasp—until he realized that he was still on the couch, and woke up the rest of the way as he floundered to his feet in confusion. She woke up herself at that, and sat up, blinking. “Hey,” she said, quietly, muzzily. “Hey,” he said. “Are you angry at me?” “Of course,” she said. “Thank God.” She wrinkled her nose. “And good morning to you? I think?” “I’d rather you were mad at me than at yourself,” he said. “I’d rather you were mad at me than broken.” She slowly toppled over over onto her side. “Oof,” she said. “It’s too fuckin’ early for that level of emotion. Especially since the thing with the sheet.” It was his turn to be confused. “Wait, what?” “The sheet on the couch,” she said. “Means you’ve been sleeping on the couch since I left. Even though the bed was empty.” He spread his hands. “I didn’t know when you’d come home.” “Okay, if we’re gonna have this conversation now, I need coffee.” “I’ll make some.” “And a shower.” “I’ll—um.” She grinned, just a little. “Got you that time.” By the time she came out, wrapped in a towel, the coffee was nearly ready. She took a quick sip before she even got as far as the bedroom to change. In the bedroom door she hesitated, just for a split second, and he leaped to his feet and headed for the living room, saying, “I won’t look!” “Silly boy,” she called back to him. “Um—seems like some of my clothes are missing?” “Oh, sorry,” he said, and grabbed the backpack from the door, and ran back into the kitchen. “What the fuck—?” she said as he handed the backpack. “If you came back in the night and wanted to just get your stuff and go, but I was asleep, I wanted you to be able to grab a lot really quick. All the things I thought you’d need.” “Okay, this I need to see,” she said, and dumped the contents of the bag out on the bed. “Tampons? You thought of tampons?” He shrugged. “They seem important.” “That they are. And here’s the shirt I was looking for… and, um, the bra…” “Your favorites. Oh, uh, you don’t need the note anymore…” She snatched it. Read it. Gave him a long look. “I was just trying to help.” She shook her head. “Fuck, lover. You don’t do anything by halves, do you.” He shrugged. “This is of course coming from the woman who just walked around campus for days,” she said. “Did you get any sleep?” “I napped in the library for a while.” She dropped the towel. He started to leave the room, but she said, “It’s fine, hon, it really is.” So he stayed, but still didn’t look. He noticed, however, that she didn’t go to the dresser, meaning she was dressing herself entirely from the bag he’d packed for her. “No socks?” she said. “Damn it. I must have forgotten. It was past 1 in the morning…” She shrugged. “Day like today, I can go barefoot.” She sighed. “That feels better.” “Um. Do you want to talk now?” “I want breakfast.” “What do you want?” “Just cereal is fine.” “I can make you some eggs…” “No, I just need something to shove in my mouth and stave off starvation.” When they’d both eaten, and while he was washing up, she came and stood next to him at the sink. When he finished and set the last bowl in the disk rack to dry, she laid a light hand on his arm and said, “So hey. We need to talk.” “We need to talk a lot.” “But, uh, does it have to be right now? Because I really wish you could be kissing me. Can you just be kissing me now?” “Really?” She nodded. He obliged. “We’ll still… need… to talk,” he said, during the pauses. “Uh-huh.” “Like, we got some major issues…” “Not… right… now.” “Yeah, but, um… how far do you want this to go? Because you just took a shower and got dressed, so I’m guessing no sex…” She pulled back. “I think we gotta wait on sex for a while,” she said. “Well, yeah. I thought so. But, um, you were kinda feeling me up. And you just got dressed right in front of me, from being naked. So I was feeling some slightly mixed signals and I wanted to check.” “Okay, see? This. This is what you should have—” She broke off. He waited. “That’ll be one of the things we’ll need to talk about later,” she finished, awkwardly. And kissed him again, also awkwardly. The rhythm was broken, and the making out tapered off. “So,” he said. “So?” “Um. I know we’ll talk later, but, uh—are you breaking up with me?” “That’s one of the things we need to talk about,” she said quietly. His heart plunged through the floor toward the apartment below. “That’s a yes.” “No, it’s a ‘We’ll talk later,’ ” she said firmly. She hesitated. “Are you breaking up with me?” He sighed. “I really, really, really don’t want to,” he said. “Not quite a no.” “No. I mean, I agree.” She flashed a grin at his confusion. “Okay. So we’re agreed on that. No breaking up until we’ve talked.” “Agreed. But no sex.” “No sex yet.” “Kinda confusing, but I can work with it. Makeouts, however: yes.” “Agreed.” “Back rubs?” “Massages in general: yes please. My feet and my legs are killing me.” He started on her feet, knowing that doing those properly required his hands’ full strength. And then, when his thumbs could take no more, he started working on her calves, and then up to her… “Um, are you okay with me massaging your thighs?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” “Proximity.” “I’ll allow it.” “Whew, you really are tight. You walked the entire time?” “Well, I did go to classes yesterday.” “Whew.” “You were worried I was skipping class? With exams coming?” “I was worried a lot. About a lot of things. Oh, hey, want to see my resume? I worked on it a lot while you were gone.” “I will absolutely read it,” she said, “but not right now.” “Okay. You’ve got class, right?” She shook her head. “Not today, it’s our study day. So actually, I might just nap for a while…” “Okay.” When she woke up, she stretched and said, “It’s way too hot in here.” “Yup.” “You and I,” she said, “never do great in extreme heat.” “Does anyone?” “…Okay, fair point. But what I mean is that we should go someplace else. Somewhere with air conditioning. Then we can talk.” “We’re gonna have a deeply emotional and intense conversation in public?” “Well, we’ll do it quietly.” “Art museum.” “Hmm…? Oh! That’s a great idea. Let’s do it.” They drove. It was not an impossibly long walk; but they drove anyway. “Oooh, there’s a photography exhibit!” “I know, that’s why I thought of it.” They walked through the columns to the front door, and then drifted through the first floor galleries, barely even noticing the art at first, just reveling in the AC. The photography exhibit was on the second floor, though, so they took the elevator up and admired it; and then they found the vertical gallery and Meagan wanted to know how far down it went; and when they got to the bottom of it, they saw that there was one more level down, and down there at the bottom, with almost no one else around, Meagan sat herself down in a corner and patted the spot next to her, so they could both lean back and still see each other. “I’ll go first,” she said. “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry, too.” “Can you just listen for a bit?” she said, more wearily than angrily. “Sor—” he snapped his mouth shut. Her lips twitched in amusement, but nothing more. A moment later she said, “I’m sorry that I kept snapping at you about money. Nobody’s born knowing how to do it, and a lot of people never learn, and you’re trying. You’ve got a—no. I’m sorry for assuming you knew things, and then getting mad at you when it turned out you didn’t.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, even though no one seemed to be around. “And I’m sorry I called you a sicko. I promised myself after that time with Dacy that I’d never use your kink against you. But I did. It’s the kind of thing I used to do, before I met you. Use what the boys wanted against them. What I did there… that was evil.” There was a long pause. “You can ta—I mean, I’m done for now,” she said. “Oh, okay.” He swallowed. “I’m sorry I pushed you too far. Way too far. What I did to you was inexcusable.” “It’s not what you did,” Meagan said, “it’s how you did it. We could have done that, done all of that, if we’d talked about it first and agreed to it. But we hadn’t. You were just being a bully.” Anger surged. “So that. That right there,” Parker said. “You’re always treating me like I know nothing, jumping in to correct me. But then you’re usually right. So I really don’t know anything…” “You’re right, too, though,” Meagan said. “I’ve always taken the lead. If I’m going to say we need to talk about things first, then we need to talk. Not just me telling you.” “I’m not actually finished yet.” “Oh. Sorry.” “I’m sorry about the ice cream, too.” “The what—? Oh. Oh, Parker. That was so not a big deal—” “But it was, though. I wanted to do something nice for you to cheer you up. So I could have asked. But instead I just went with what I thought would work. So it’s part of the not-talking. And you were right about the money. Again.” “It wasn’t just the money,” Meagan said with a sigh. “True confessions?” “Go ahead.” “You brought out that ice cream and my thought process was literally If I eat that I’ll get fat and then he’ll leave me. That all went through my head in half a second. But I didn’t dare say that. You leaving me was too scary a thought. So instead I yelled at you. Projection.” “But you’re still right about the money.” “Money and sex,” Meagan said with another big sigh. “The two things that break up the most relationships.” “Really?” “Money is responsible for something like fifty percent of all divorces in this country, yeah.” “Are they going to break us up?” “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” “Do you want to?” Meagan spoke slowly, picking her words with great care. “If these problems keep coming up, then I think we should break up. If. They don’t have to. And I hope they don’t.” Parker thought for a moment. “Speaking as someone who knows he’s got a lot to learn,” he said, with equal care, “I know I’m going to mess up a lot while I’m learning. So can we say that if we try—hold on. Let me put that differently. I know the problems will keep coming up while we learn how to deal with them. So can we say we’ll break up if we don’t get any better at dealing with the problems when they come up? Because they will.” He paused for a second. “Since nothing is ever perfect. Someone I know taught me that.” “Damn,” Meagan said, with an appreciative lopsided grin, “look at you being so smart. Yes. That’s so much better than what I said.” “It’s not a competition,” Parker said. “We both brought something to the table and we ended up with something better than before.” “Which is how relationships are supposed to work,” Meagan said. “Can I kiss you, you smart man, you?” “Only if I can kiss you back.” “You may.” “Let’s do it.” When the kiss broke, she whispered to him, “I love you.” “I love you, too. I really do.” She scooted over so she could sit next to him, and draped her arm around his shoulders, and cuddled up close to him. “I don’t know when we’ll be able to cuddle like this again,” she said, “what with the weather.” “We can always come back. Or find other air conditioning.” “True. Very true. But I still want to make the most of it now.” ------------------------------------------------------- That night, after some last-minute cramming, Meagan got ready for bed in the stinking heat of their apartment by taking another quick shower, and then coming into the bedroom dripping wet, as she had so often before on the hot nights—although she usually came in completely naked, without a towel around her waist as she had tonight. She stood in front of the window fan, arms spread, water droplets evaporating off her bare skin. And Parker stepped close behind her, placing his hands gently on her hips and kissing her shoulders. He heard her breathing change, just a little, and she bent her head slightly to bare her neck, so he started kissing that. She arched her back, flexed her fingers, and gave a little sigh. He slid one hand up her side to cup her breast… And she jerked away from him. “Sorry,” he whispered. (They were right in front of the window, of course, albeit with the blinds closed.) “I… I didn’t…” she began, then rallied. “I didn’t know I was gonna react that way. Sorry.” “I should have asked—” “No, it should have been okay. You’ve done that hundreds of times, no problem. And I was enjoying the kissing.” She paused. “I think we need to wait on that a bit longer,” she said, in a small voice. Sleeping in a bed with a partner who was uneasy about being touched was itself uneasy. Meagan’s body went from being a wonderland to a minefield. But it was a little too hot to cuddle properly, anyway. ---------------------------------------------------------- “I need a job,” Parker said, two days later. “You really do, hon.” Meagan was halfway through exams, but with the hardest class out of the way, she was already feeling more relaxed. “There just aren’t that many jobs out there.” “That’s true, but it’s not zero. You’re probably going to have to lower your standards, though. Barista. Waiter.” “I’ve never done anything like that.” “Well, give it a try. Any income at all will help.” “I still want to try something with cameras, though.” “Nothing wrong with trying,” Meagan said. Parker threw himself into the search, but he quickly realized that so was everyone else. Every job he applied for was now demanding years of experience—if the bosses could only afford one or two employees, then they had to be the best. Parker applied anyway, and got almost zero callbacks. But then, at the end of August, a small miracle: Photographer seeks assistant for temporary work. Parker applied immediately. “Sure, son,” said the gruff voice on the other end of the line. “You sound like you know what you’re doing, but bring in your portfolio on Thursday and we can talk.” “What kind of temporary work are we talking about?” Parker asked quickly. “I’ve got to photograph every public school student on the west side,” the photographer said, “and I can’t stand little kids. I’ll do all the high schools but I need someone for the elementaries.” “Portraiture, got it. See you Thursday,” Parker said. When Meagan got back from her workout, Parker burst out, “I need a portraiture portfolio by Thursday!” “Huh, I was just gonna say ‘hi,’ but I like this.” “Sorry. Hi. I love you. Can I take, like, fifty headshots of you? Tonight?” “Tonight? Does it have to be tonight?” “I need to develop them tomorrow so I can take them in on Thursday. Unless you’ve got a digital camera hiding somewhere.” “I’m kind of a mess right now…” “Actually, that’s even better, because the kids won’t be perfect either.” “Kids?” So Parker quickly explained his breakthrough, and Meagan’s eyes lit up. “I get it,” she said. “And Parker, that’s… how many schools?” When they looked it up, Meagan grinned. “That’s at least seven or eight schools. Probably nine. And then retakes later in the year. That’s at least a week of work, Parker. Not a lot, but something.” “So I need to show him I can take decent pictures…” “And so you need a portfolio, and so you need to take pictures of me.” “You got it.” “Okay. Sure, I’ll let you glamorize me to advance your career. But I insist on taking a shower first.” They started simple, taking down a poster to use a bare white wall as background, and bringing in every lamp in the apartment that wasn’t attached, and then draping a white bedsheet over the lamps to diffuse the light, and then having Meagan sit in various poses, and after ten or twelve shots like that, both of them were a little bored and the roll wasn’t done and it was getting to be the “magic hour” outside, so they went out and took more pictures of each other to use up the film, and then they went to bed. When Meagan came home from campus the next day, Parker met her at the door with his pictures: a dozen headshots of Meagan in different poses, in several sizes. “Well, lover, I still think I look weird,” she said, flipping through them, “but I know it’s ‘cause it’s a mirror image of me, and I know that ‘cause you told me. And I gotta say everything else looks pretty good.” “Which ones do you like the best?” “Can I at least set down my bag first?” “Here, let’s do the comparisons on the coffee table… I like this one.” “That’s okay, but I think this one is better.” “Well, but this angle…” After they’d settled on eight to be his portfolio, Parker pulled out the other pictures they’d taken. “Oooooh,” Meagan said, “I love the light in this one…oh, and you got the picture of me in the tree!” “And I like this one of us.” “Mmm. Yeah, that one worked. Keep the negatives, I’d like this one of you in wallet size.” “This one’s my absolute favorite, though,” Parker said, pulling out the one on the bottom of the stack. “Why?” “Because of the light on your face, and your smile.” “What was I even saying?” “I think you were laughing.” “What were you saying, then?” “I can’t remember…” “Something about ducks?” “Maybe. Have I ever said anything hilarious about ducks?” “You’re a capable man, Parker Daniels. I’m sure you’ve said something hilarious about ducks many times.” After dinner, Meagan went back to the couch for a while as Parker flipped through the internet at the kitchen table. And then Meagan walked past him to their bedroom, and was in there for a little while; and then she came back, and said, “Smile for me, Parker.” And click. She had the Polaroid camera. “Stand up,” she said. “Pose for me.” “Silly? Sexy?” “Play it straight,” she said. “Just be handsome for me.” He leaned against the wall, put his hands in his pockets, and tried to play it cool. “No, no,” she said, laughing. “Just relax!” He eased up, but still held a bit of a pose to make sure the shadows worked okay. Click. “The light’s not great in here,” Parker pointed out as the picture faded into view. “Over by the window would be better.” “But I want you to take your shirt off next.” “I can do that over by the window, too.” She posed him how she wanted him. He looked at her shot and recomposed it, pointing out a few little ways to use the light better, with and without the shirt. Click. Click. And then she ran her hand down his bare back and pulled him towards her for a kiss. Parker’s heart rate soared. She took him by the hand and led him from the window to the bedroom. Pictures were spread out on the bed: Polaroids from the blackout of the winter before and the photoshoot they’d done back at college and a few occasions in between. A few other favorite pictures of Meagan, or both of them together, were mixed in. “You make me look beautiful,” Meagan said softly. “And that makes me feel beautiful. Sometimes I forget that.” She kissed him again. “But tonight I remembered. And I want to make you feel beautiful, too.” Another kiss, long and lingering “I’m okay with this plan.” “I thought you might be.” “Do you want to…?” “Yes. Yes, I want you,” she whispered. “But let me do it my way, please?” “Gonna make me wait?” “Not that way. Just—let me steer, okay?” “Okay.” “Sit on the bed.” “Let me get the pictures off,” he said. “You do that,” she said, and took her shirt off. Pants came next, and his underwear, and she fondled him hard (not difficult to do). She sucked and licked him slowly and carefully while she slipped a hand into her panties and fingered herself. Occasionally she paused her attentions of his erection and kissed his hips or his thighs or his hands. Or she just looked up at him, caressing his skin anywhere convenient with her free hand. He looked back at her, a mixture of exhilaration and terror swirling through him. “It’s strange,” he said. “We’ve done this so often. But I’m still so scared.” “I get it,” she said. “I’m scared too.” “Do you want to stop…?” “No. I’m scared but I still really want you right now. Do you want to stop?” “Not at all.” She stood up and slid her panties off. She grabbed the lube from the bedside table drawer and knelt astride him, kissing him even as she slathered the lube along the length of his hard-on. His breathing picked up speed quite a bit, and she slowed her strokes, but kept kissing him. Then she said, “Lie back,” and when he obeyed, she lifted herself up and down onto him. He ran his hands over her slowly thrusting thighs, and up to her hips, and around to her butt—and she froze for a second. She reached back and pulled his hands away. “Not my ass,” she said. “Sorry.” “It’s okay,” she said, and resumed her long, lingering thrusts. Keeping her hands away from her butt, he again caressed her thighs, her hips, her belly, and up to— This time she almost swatted him away. “Not my breasts, either.” Fear spiked in him again. “What’s going on, love?” She’d stopped thrusting, and dropped her eyes. “Just let me do this my way, mmmkay?” “All right. But can’t I touch you anywhere?” “My clit’s fine,” she said, slightly impatiently. “Go ahead and touch me there as much as you want.” He did so. She shivered at the touch of his thumb. Arched her back. Took a couple deep breaths. Leaned back towards him again, and ran her hands over his body, and bent to kiss his face. His hardness was dwindling. He kept circling her clit, not daring to stop. “That’s just right,” she whispered in his ear. “Just right.” “Um, I’m not, not quite.” “Don’t worry,” she said. “I got you.” Those words did as much to stiffen him again as the several quick thrusts she made. She rode him a long time, stopping once or twice to add more lube. He watched her, fascinated, fearful, too anxious to climax. And when her thrusts slowed to a halt and she lay herself down on him, she whispered, “Did you come…? If you did, I missed it.” “No, but it’s okay. Did you?” “No, I didn’t,” she said. “It was still good, though. It felt good to have you in me.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “You had me worried…” “Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t expecting to flip out about being touched like that. Here.” She took his hand in her own and laid it gently on her butt. “There we go. No problem.” “Because you invited it and controlled it,” he pointed out. “You gonna join me in the Psych department, hon?” He shrugged modestly, a difficult feat with his lover lying on him. “I’ve learned a few tricks. Um, do you want to come?” “I think I’m done tonight,” she said. “I’m gonna go pee.” “Okay. But before you go—” “Hmm?” “One, thank you. This was good. And two, I love you.” “I know.” She got up and crossed the kitchen to the bathroom. And she closed the door. ---------------------------------------- The next day, he’d gone to the photographer, who took a look at the Meagan-portrait portfolio and chuckled. “Well, you can certainly make her look good,” the man said, “but with a girl like that, it’s not hard.” “I know, I’m pretty lucky,” Parker replied, knowing it was true and hoping it would stay that way. “Still, you clearly know your light and your angles. If you can manage working with screaming kids, you’ll do.” “Sure,” Parker said, hoping that was true, too. It turned out that he could handle elementary schoolkids well enough—one at a time, if he applied enough pure silliness—and he slogged his way through nine campuses in two weeks’ time, one a day. Then he did a week of retakes. And at the end of it, the photographer said, “Nice work. You get to do all the family portraits with kids from now on.” This turned out to be much harder work, since it often involved babies. And babies took an entirely different level of silliness, which required more of an effort and often didn’t work even then. And any customers waiting in line for their portraits could be a little exasperated by baby delays, and took their frustrations out on him. The first time some customers left because he was taking too long was devastating. Especially since he wasn’t getting paid by the hour, but on commission. But he was getting paid. Two Fridays later he brought home his first check stub, proud despite its size, and began to work out how it needed to be spent. Rent took the lion’s share, of course, but he also took the shopping list and bought some groceries, and also set aside as much as he dared and put it in his savings account—the first time in months that account had gotten bigger. When Meagan came home, and saw the rent check written out for the landlady, groceries in the fridge, and the budget he’d worked out on paper, she grinned and kissed him. “We should celebrate,” she said. “Go out for a drink or something.” “I don’t want to blow my first paycheck!” he said. “We should have a little fun, lover,” she said. “I’ll split a bottle with you or something.” So off they went to the store again, brought home a bottle of passable rum, and watched Pirates of the Caribbean for the third time while sipping a Dark n’ Stormy apiece. By the time the credits rolled, they were both a little tipsy. Meagan scooped up Parker’s pay stub and waved it about. “Aztec gold!” she giggled. “ ‘You’re sure you’re not a pirate? You’re completely obsessed with treasure,’ ” he said. “ ‘Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate,’ ” she shot back, looking him in the eye. “Is that so?” “It is indeed,” she purred, and kissed him. He kissed back. Before long she was straddling him to make out, and he could feel her breathing picking up speed. And not long after that, she pulled off her shirt and put his hand on her breast. He sobered instantly. Well, not entirely. But he knew he had to say something. “Hey, love, we’re both a little drunk. Are you sure…?” “I’m not drunk,” she said. “Well, maybe a little. But I’m not gonna regret this in the morning; been meaning to do it for days. It’s time I got over this. Past time.” She hesitated for a second. “But you’re gonna come in me, not on me.” “I am totally fine with this.” She rode him again, both of them laughing and relaxed, and when he ran his hands up to cup her bare breasts she just closed her eyes in pleasure at the caress. He came quickly and enormously in her—too quickly, really. He apologized, but she just said, “It’s fine. I want my vibe, anyway.” But when she got up to get it, she realized how much of his cum was dribbling down her legs. “Wow,” she said. “It’s been a while,” he pointed out. “Is that your first time since…?” He nodded. “Wow,” she said again, shaking her head. “No wonder. Your balls were full, boy. Well, let me wash up, and then I can come for the first time since… in a while.” It was a good thing she’d wanted the vibrator, he reflected as she arched against the couch cushions, panting and moaning. The vibe wasn’t about to get soft from over-thinking, but he would have. All through getting her off, he kept thinking about how she’d gone to the bathroom to clean herself up, and closed the door behind her. Am I ever going to see her pee again? You don’t deserve to, he told himself firmly. Count yourself incredibly lucky that you get to make love to her again. That’ll have to be enough for you. -------------------------------------------------- And there you have it, folks. Hope you enjoyed it, even without any omo content at all. And while they might be in a better place, they clearly aren't out of the woods yet. Stay tuned. (Probably sometime in September, assuming I finish the next chapter.)
The sound of the shower turning on pulled Alex from her homework and made her heart drop, but she wasn't sure exactly why. Being pulled from concentration like that always made her a bit disoriented. It wasn't until she looked down at crossed legs that her bladders signal finally registered in her mind. "Dammit Haley" Alex muttered and shifted in her seat. She knew that if Haley had only just started showering it would be a long time before their shared bathroom was available - and she knew from experience that Haley wouldn't let her in to pee. Content that she'd have to wait a while, Alex tried to concentrate on the book in front of her, but her bladder made that a difficult task. Becoming increasingly aware of how badly she needed to pee, she tried shifting around and sitting in a couple different positions. But she would only get a few sentences into the book before her bladder butted in. Not one to face defeat Alex undid her jeans and pushed a hand into her crotch to relieve some pressure. Little did it help however as her bladder was still adamant that WE REALLY NEED TO PEE. All it did accomplish was making Alex aware of the size and firmness of the bulge that her bladder was making and Alex decided that it was probably time to face the music - she doubted she could descend the stairs to the downstairs bathroom without showing how desperate she was; and she had no doubt her mother was ready to remind her to remember to take regular breaks from studying - besides, the window where she could make it to the downstairs bathroom without accidents was closing. As Alex rose from her seat the pressure on her bladder changed and spiked suddenly. Not prepared for the increased force her muscles were unable to keep everything back. "Fuck" Alex gasped as she felt the leak. Desperate to regain control, Alex doubled over pressing her hand against her jeans and steadied herself by grabbing the desk with her other hand. She tried steadying herself by slowing her breath and slowly straightening her back. She was in deep trouble. She'd leaked enough that she could feel her jeans had a small wet patch on them. Alex walked as quickly as she figured she could get away with without further leaks. Her hand still necessary to reinforce her bladder. As Alex opened the door to her room, Claire called from the front door. "Bye girls! We're off to Luke's soccer tournament! No Parties, no boys and nothing broken when we get back." "But have fun!" Phil added. "Phil" Alex thanked her lucky stars, as this would at least mean that she wouldn't get another lecture - and if she didn't make it downstairs, she'd probably be able to clean it without anyone noticing, even if she wouldn’t admit to herself, that it was a distinct possibility. "Bye guys! Have fun!" Alex called back. As the front door closed Alex made her way across the landing, the sound of the running water from Haley's shower absolutely wasn't helping her ailing bladder. She glanced at the bathroom door and decided she might as well try knocking. "Haley! Will you please let me in?" "Get lost loser! I'm showering!" "Please Haley! I REALLY need to pee!" "Go downstairs dork!" The tinny music playing from Haley's phone was turned up and Alex gave up. She wasn't expecting anything else, but she still sighed at the prospect of going down the stairs in her current state. Standing at the top of the stairs looking down Alex steeled herself and grabbed her crotch even tighter, before grabbing the banister to lean against. More weight leaning on the banister was less weight on each step and less jolts. The first half of went by slow and steady with Alex being very careful to skip the lose step, even though the extra-long step had invited a couple drops to escape into her panties, it was a small sacrifice to avoid potentially stumbling and losing everything. But as she crossed the middle of the staircase a drop or two was starting to escape with each step - no matter how much she pressed her hand into her crotch, trying to block her urethra. Alex made a bold decision to trade safety for speed and hurried down the last steps where she could let go of the banister and try to use both hands to keep the floodgates somewhat closed. It had come at a price however, as the wet patch on her jeans had more than doubled in size, and she was sure that it would be very visible to anyone who saw her. Power waddling towards the bathroom Alex knew she wasn't safe yet at she still had to get inside and onto the toilet, which wasn't guarantied with the extra pressure that being close to the toilet always brought along. However, as she reached the bathroom door a memory suddenly popped into her mind, of her and Haley getting back from school and both really having to pee, fighting over the bathroom which Claire had settled by telling Haley to go pee in the garden because she was the oldest. Something that had annoyed Alex at the time as it implied Alex wouldn't know how. Her next decision was something Alex has spent a lot of time since trying to explain - eventually settling on something about feeling she'd lost control over her bladder/body and the situation and trying to get it back. Despite the protests from her bladder Alex turned away from the bathroom door and made her way through the kitchen to the door to the garden. Luckily the sliding door was unlocked so Alex didn't have to remove her hand to open it, instead opting to lean against it and move it using her whole body. Very glad to be able to keep her hands in place as leaks very almost constant now, she couldn't imagine what would happen if she had to unlock the door. But stepping out onto the deck Alex had to figure out what would happen when she moved her hands to pull her pants down. Alex paced around a bit trying to figure out what to do, debating going back to the bathroom, before deciding she'd just have to jank them down and squat. After a couple of breath to steel herself, Alex removed her hands and started pulling her pants down. She had started peeing almost as soon as she removed them and even before she started pushing the sides of her jeans down the wet patch was growing. What exactly her jeans got stuck on she never figured out, but she only got them down to the middle of her thighs before they stopped moving. But it was low enough that her crotch was completely exposed and the pressure of the river that wanted out made her stream gain an impressive distance away from her, even more so when Alex gave up and stopped fighting her body. The feeling of relief was so great her breathing became unsteady and amid everything she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. Looking up at the treetops and the clouds drifting by paired splashing sounds gave Alex a feeling of bliss she hadn't felt before. She stood there taking in all the impressions until her bladder finally emptied. When she finally looked down, she couldn't believe the amount of liquid she'd held in. The massive puddle on the deck was stretching out from her. To her front it was probably about 4 maybe 5 ft away from her. Alex bent over to inspect the damage. Everything was completely soaked through. Jeans, panties, socks, shoes. Alex started stripping off her wet clothes and wiped her feet off in the grass before sneaking back inside the house. Luckily Haley's shower was still going, and she could start a load of laundry and sneak upstairs and into her PJ-bottoms until she could get a shower of her own.
Hailey's On It! - Omorashi Pee Holding Adventure - 15th July 2023 This is my first story/fanfiction on this platform, so i'm sorry if something is wrong or I put this in the wrong place. For those who don't know what this show is: SYNOPSIS: This story will revolve around the new show "Hailey's On It!" starring a Hawaiian-American girl named Hailey Banks and her best friend Scott Denoga. She has a "list" of tasks that she has been creating throughout the years. Due to events that occurred, she HAS to complete EVERYTHING on her list, whether she likes it or not. It just so happens that Hailey Banks may also have a small bladder and may have put a Pee Holding Challenge onto her list of tasks, and there may also be chaos bots from the future trying to stop her from completing this task. Chapter 1 / Part 1 There is no wetting in this chapter, and this is purely to set up the story. It was 7:30 am, Hailey woke up to a slight urge coming from her bladder. "Ugh, I have to pee." as she remembers she had forgotten to pee the night before. She quickly hops out of bed and heads for the bathroom, only to suddenly be stopped by BETA at the doorway to her room: "Since you have no plans today, If you have to pee, now might be a good time to complete #277 from your list: While having to pee, hold your pee for 12 hours." BETA said. "Hold my pee for 12 hours!?" Hailey replied. "I can barely hold my pee for more than a few hours! How am I supposed to hold my pee for 12 hours? Scott wrote that as a joke back in fifth grade to make fun of my small bladder." Hailey replied. Just as they spoke, she heard a knocking sound coming from her window. It was Scott. She opened the window and let him in. "Scott, remember when you wrote me holding my pee onto my list, I completely forgot you wrote that on my list! Scott, WHY did you have to write holding my pee as one of the tasks? It wasn't funny then and isn't funny now." Hailey said. "It's easy to hold your pee, Hailey. Just.. don't use the bathroom." Scott replied. "It's not that simple, Scott! When you have to pee, you can't stop thinking about waterfalls and liquids and- You get the point." Hailey said, as she felt a slight twinge in her bladder as she pictured waterfalls in her mind. "It still is funny, Hailey! To prove how easy it is, how about I hold my pee with you? That way, we can be in it together. We can go somewhere where you can't find a bathroom or sources of running water, so you can't be tempted to pee. We can each drink the same amount of water throughout the day and I can prove to you that holding your pee is easy." Scott replied. "How about we both ride to the mountains and go for a long walk? I'll bring the water." Scott suggested. Before they left for the mountains, BETA had to tell them something: "The professor knew that this task would be one of the hardest to validate. Using technology from the future, the professor left you a box under your bed containing special white-colored panties which change color to yellow if a SINGLE drop of human urine touches it. They cannot be removed for 12 hours once they are put on UNLESS you... have an accident in your- you get the point. Anyways, you have to put them on." BETA said. Scott looked annoyed. "Bummer, the professor didn't make any special briefs for me? Tell that professor that i'm going to take on the challenge with Hailey Banks, and she better give me a pair of special briefs too." Scott remarked. Hailey blushed and interrupted. "Scott- Scott, BETA, don't look. Turn around! Cover your eyes!" She said embarrassingly. She undid her blue jean overalls and took off her panties and switched to the professor's special, white-coloured panties. "O- Okay, i'm done. You can turn around now." She said as Scott and Beta turned around. Beta had one more thing to mention: "Oh, and one more thing. Scott, the professor knew you would want to give Hailey company and join her on her task." Beta said. Suddenly, a box suddenly appears between Hailey and Scott, attached to it is a note stating: "Here are those briefs you asked for, Scott Denoga. Also, here are specially crafted self-refilling bottles of special water, which acts as a super diuretic, and will make its way to your bladder much faster than normal water or any other type of liquid." "I knew the professor wouldn't forget about me!" Scott remarked. As he opened the box, it was revealed to be white briefs, similar in color and texture to what the professor gave to Hailey, and a few, bottles of water which look no different to normal water. Without warning, Scott quickly grabbed the briefs inside the package and was removing his jeans with no shame or embarrassment in full view of Hailey, to exchange his briefs for the professor's. Hailey was blushing hard, of embarrassment but also a twinge of excitement...Before Scott could remove his Briefs, and expose his- thing in front of Hailey, Hailey said: "S- Scott, don't you want some privacy?" Hailey said, looking frightened. She quickly turned around so she wouldn't see it and so did BETA. "I guess the professor really went all out for this task, huh?" Scott said as he finished changing. "You can turn around now, Hailey. I'm done. To start, let's both drink a full bottle of this special water before we head out for the mountains. Don't worry about me already peeing and having an advantage. Becker was in the bathroom all morning so I haven't peed since last night either." Scott said. BETA set the timer: "12 hours and counting, Hailey! And, Scott I guess. 7 PM and you will have completed this task off your list! I suggest we get moving to the mountains, so there are no distractions." "Alright Hailey, let's go! You carry the special waters, and i'll drive the bike. I promise it'll be easy to hold your pee with no distractions. Don't overthink it Hailey!" Scott said as they headed for the bike. END OF CHAPTER 1 / PART 1 - Continuation Soon It's 5 AM, i'm going to leave part 1 there. I wanted to create a Hailey's On It omo as there are 0 about this show as of late. So far, I have them going to the mountains, somewhere slightly remote and somewhere where she can't just hide inside of her room if she wets herself. She is forced into a situation where her and Scott will both be equally desperate and will possibly have accidents with no privacy to hide or just "go in the woods." I'd love to hear from you guys though and let me know which direction you think this story should go. PLANS: What i'm thinking is either they stick to the mountains as they become more desperate to pee OR they stumble across a County Fair. Hailey doesn't want to go into the crowds as she fears she may have an accident but Scott rushes in, so she has to go with him. Maybe they meet someone like Kristine there, and she sticks with them, and since she's a vlogger she could be vlogging their encounter or their walk. Hailey DEFINETLY wouldn't want to have an accident in front of her! Maybe they get stuck on one of the rides, in an uncomfortable position on their bladders. OR, maybe they stick to the woods and never find a fair, but something else? Let me know where you think it should go! Let me know how I did on this, and i'm hoping to see it through if you guys like it! Edited July 16 by romanf123 Corrections (see edit history)
Emma woke seeing the room was pitch black, rolling her head sideways she saw the digital clock read 4:37. She breathed heavily noticing an odd sensation as she sunk into the bed. As her head fully gathered it's senses, she noticed she was wet and warm about her middle. She wriggled her hips slightly relishing the feeling, suddenly her eyes shot open, realising she had wet the bed. Her heart started pounding, wondering what to do. She'd come away with her best friend, Grace, and Grace's family. They'd stopped for the night en route to the campsite, where they'd meet Emma's parents. Emma and Grace where sharing a room with Grace's brother, Tim, the girls had the double bed while he had the pull out sofa. Grace was still fast asleep next to her, Emma couldn't see Tim through the dark, meaning the opposite also would be true. She had a huge crush on Tim and he liked her, though acting on it was a scary notion. Grace was the only other one in the families who knew but didn't make a thing of it. Emma did her best to calm herself down and work out what to do. The bed was soaked, Grace would definitely realise when she wakes up. Neither of the girls were immune to accidents so it Grace didn't worry Emma, though peeing a shared bed was new. Her worry was Tim, the hotel and parents, at 23 it was embarrassing to be wetting the bed. She reasoned to herself that she should get up, change and clean herself up before waking Grace. Very carefully sitting up, swinging her legs round to perch on the side of the bed. Emma very slowly moved the duvet and stood up, the room was dark but she felt exposed. She was wearing a pink pj top and a pair of light blue men's briefs, both of which were wet and hung heavy. A whisper cut through the room causing Emma to freeze on the spot. "Emma? You ok?" Emma glared at Grace but she was asleep. Emma turned her head towards Tim, she could see a black figure half sitting up in bed, her heart started pounding again. Emma turned and stepped towards Tim to whisper quieter "yeah, just..." tucking her hair behind her ears "... well the bed is wet" Tim's tone was surprised but concerned and reassuring "oh, I'm sorry, Grace does sometimes have accidents, let her sleep, I'll move to the floor" Emma was touched at the care he was showing them both, she knelt down and moved close so they could see each other, said "it was me and I can't make you move" her voice quivered as she fought back tears. Tim sensed Emma was close to tears and reached out, whispered "don't worry, these things happen, come here, you could use a hug" he threw back his duvet inviting her into bed. Emma was shocked but excited "I'll just change first, then can I have that hug? I'm rather wet" her emotions and tone all over the place. Tim took her hand, gently pulling saying "no need, hop in, I don't mind" Emma was lead by his hand and slid in next to Tim, very conscious of how wet she felt in the dry covers. Tim wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, whispered in her ear "don't worry, just a hug..." feeling nervous and sensing Emma tremble "...settle down and sleep". Emma relaxed and snuggled closer, closed her eyes and they drifted off to sleep, both enjoying being so close. Tim awoke a few hours later to Emma wriggling, there was now a dim light in the room, he said "morning, fidget bum" attempting to forge a connection with her. Emma spun round so they were facing each other. She whispered and smiled "morning". Her face looked upset though, causing a puzzled look to form on Tim's. Preempting the question Emma said "I've wet your bed too" He realised that the bed was indeed wet but quickly noted that it couldn't have been Emma confessing "I don't think it was you" reassuring her to prevent tears. Emma looked very confused "how do you know?". Nervously he explained "well, my front is wet, doubt you could have done that". Emma convinced by the logic said "oh, I didn't, you have accidents too?" Pulling them closer and brushing noses. Tim welcomed the affection but was terrified given the realisation that he'd peed over her, replied "yeah quite regularly, since uni, it's stress" he attempted to explain. Emma smiled at their situation, feeling very affectionate at the vulnerability "it's ok, your secret is safe. We should probably clean up though". Tim nodded and threw back the covers. He was wearing a white pj top and back briefs, both off colour with a wet patch. They both giggled nervously as they saw a bump in the front of his briefs. Emma put a hand on his tummy confessing "it's ok, me too" she was blushing. A 3rd voice snapped them from the moment, both of them suddenly remembering they weren't alone. "What are you two doing?" a half mocking half serious voice announced itself. Grace was looking at them, smiling, pleased they were getting close and satisfied she got to make them both awkward. Emma and Tim jumped apart, Tim went silent while Emma explained "I wet the bed in the night, so moved to the sofa which is wet too. Nothing else happened or was going to happen" she said defensively and showing off her off colour briefs by lifting her top. Grace glanced at her brother seeing he was also wet and showed some sympathy towards them both. Rolling on her side said "looks like all of us then" throwing back the covers revealing she'd also wet the bed. Grace was wearing a black pj top and tartan men's boxers. Taking charge, Grace gets up putting her hands on her hips orders "Tim you have the first shower, we'll sort the beds and then we'll share one while you get dressed" They all clapped in agreement as the room became a hive of activity.
This is my first omorashi story! I usually write ABDL and Omorashi hypnosis (if you're curious, here is my youtube). Writing an omorashi themed story is new for me. I would love feedback on writing style and content. In this story I wanted to capture the desperation Mark feels, even though the story is written from someone else's perspective. I might add more chapters in the future. Not sure yet! I liked the idea of Mark slowly revealing to the narrator that he has accidents often, and that he usually wears a diaper to bed. The narrator is (maybe) gonna start liking the idea of Mark becoming her cute diapered boyfriend. Input and suggestions are welcome 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wetting his pants at the library I was always attracted to shy guys. It was just something about the way they act, being mysterious, charming and in some way very cute. When I started taking an introduction to marine biology in my second semester in university, I immediately noticed Mark. In the bustle of loud freshmen talking to each other, he sat quietly and wrote something into his notebook. He had black hair, freckles and he always sat in the back of the class, looking down at his notebook. The occasional times he raised his hand in class, he would be visibly nervous, with his voice shaking slightly. I wanted to get to know him and find out who he was, but he always left class as quickly as he could. Outside of that marine biology class, I never saw him anywhere. He seemed like the type who didn’t party much, and mostly kept to himself. One time, I saw him at the library. I approached him and asked him what he was studying. He smiled shyly, and told me that he was actually a history major, studying for an exam on ancient Greece. I asked him to tell me more, and as he spoke I noticed that he had dimples when he smiled. He kept looking away and smiling, in a way that was charmingly boyish. The next week, when we were in class together, I noticed that we kept glancing at each other. I smiled at him and he smiled and looked down, and then looked back. I went to talk to him after class, but I noticed that he immediately walked out of class, walking fast. It seemed like he was always in a rush to get somewhere. So the next week when I saw him at the library again, I wanted to go talk to him. Mark was just getting up off the sofa, and he didn’t see me. He was walking fast again, like he was in a rush. I walked after him, hoping to catch him before he left the library. I didn’t realize why he was in a rush until I saw where he was going. Mark was power walking to the bathroom, in a state of desperation. It seemed like he waited too long, and now his bladder was bursting. He yanked at the door knob to the bathroom, only to find it locked. This seemed to stress him out, since he started fidgeting more, dancing in place. I saw the problem - there was an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door. Mark clearly needed to pee, and was running out of time. As he danced in place, he started looking for another bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at these events unfolding in front of me. Mark, the mysterious and charming college student was acting like he was about to wet his pants. He was biting his lip, and knitting his eyebrows together in a panicked state. His freckles were dancing on his face, as he screwed up his face. He clearly knew that he was in a state of emergency. Mark started walking down the hall with obvious urgency. I wanted to warn him that he was walking in the wrong direction, walking away from the other bathroom. But he was already walking fast, almost jogging. He was half jogging, half dancing, and now he was looking around desperately. At this point, I was watching and expecting him to start wetting his pants at any moment. I’d never seen an adult be this desperate to pee before. In his urgent state, he started to hold his crotch, dancing in place, turning his head and searching for the bathroom. After realizing there was no bathroom around, he started walking fast back toward the entrance to the library where I was staring. He power walked, biting his lip. His whole face was now screwed up in a worried look. He saw me, and his eyes widened. “Hi Mark” I said, pretending not to notice that he was dancing in place. “Hey” he said, his eyes full of panic, “Uh, sorry I’m kind of in a rush.” I decided to be upfront, to help him out. “If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s down the hall, that way”, I pointed. “Oh thanks” he said, seeming oddly worried. I realized he probably planned on leaving the library to pee in the bushes. Now he seemed too embarrassed to go in the bushes, so he turned and tried to walk in a steady walk down that hall. His steady walk was completely forced, as he was obviously trying to hide his desperate need to empty his bladder. Then, it happened. Mark could not contain himself anymore. About halfway down the hall, he stopped in his tracks. I couldn’t help but watch as the events unfolded. Mark looked down at his pants, as a dark wet spot started to appear on one pant leg. The glistening wet patch slowly spread down his jeans, and he just kept watching in shock as it happened. After the shock seemed to fade, Mark hung his head in shame. He seemed strangely resigned, almost like he was used to this happening. I felt so bad for Mark, wetting his pants in such a public location. There was now a big dark spot on the carpet where he had emptied his bladder. It seemed like he was afraid to turn around and meet my eyes, since I wasn’t far behind him when it happened. I approached him carefully. I didn’t want him to feel bad about wetting his pants. After all, he was a college student, an adult, who had just wet his pants like a little boy. But it was strangely really cute how he just wet his pants. I could feel his sense of embarrassment in the way he stood there, looking at the ground, looking at the wet spot he left on the carpet. I touched his shoulder and gently spoke to him, “Mark.” He whimpered. I could see that his face was bright red with shame, and his eyes were glassy, like he was going to start crying. “It’s ok that you wet your pants” I told him softly. He just kept looking at the ground in shame. “It was just an accident” I reassured him. He looked up at me, like he was unsure of what to say. I whispered to him, “I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks” he whispered back. “Do you want to cover your pants with my sweater?” I asked. He looked at me now, embarrassed and grateful, and he nodded his head. We ended up walking all the way back to my dorm, with his soaking pants hidden behind my sweater. He didn’t want his roommates to see his wet pants, so I invited him to do laundry in my dorm. I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity building. I wanted to ask him if this was the first time he had wet his pants like this as an adult. And strangely enough, I started imagining what it would be like if he did it again. I wanted to see him have an accident again, but I knew that it was so embarrassing for him, so I avoided the topic. While his wet pants were in the washer, he wore my pajama pants instead. He seemed more relaxed now, relaxing on my couch. We talked about other things to avoid talking about the obvious - that he had just wet his pants, and needed a change of clothes. Even though we both avoided it, we felt it in the air. I knew that he had just accidentally peed himself, and he knew that I saw it all and that I would keep it secret. 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A boy made with his new girlfriend a weekend trip. They went to a natural camping place at a little lake. It was springtime, not warm enough for swimming, but warm enough to lie in the sun. They had planned to spend the night in a tent. There were some other tents at this place, but they were fare enough away to have enough private. It was a natural camping place with just cold water showers, but no toilets. For their bodily needs they had to go in the bushes. At evening when they went to sleep, they were already in the tent, said the boy “ you have not been in the bushes all day long, don’t you need to wee?” ”Sure i would need to wee, but where?” she asked. ”Where ever you want, there are so many bushes and trees around.” answered the boy. ” I can’t do that, i can’t go behind the bushes if everybody knows what i am doing behind.”replied the the girl. ”But what else will you do?” asked the boy. ”Nothing, i am holding It back.” answered the girl. ”But you have not weed all day, your bladder must be very full, can you nevertheless hold it until tomorrow?” asked the boy. ” I don’t know, but i have to!” answered the girl. When they waked up next morning said the girl “Good morning . Sorry that i make troubles, but i need to wee so bad, can you bring me please somewhere where i can pee as soon as possible?” It was the first time at the boys life that he was getting turned on from the knowledge that a girl is needing to wee and that she is holding a very full bladder in her belly. He wanted more of it, he wanted to make her hold, he wanted to know what she would do if she has to hold it for some hours longer. He wanted to know how long a girl can hold it back and how long a girl can last without a wee. ”I am sorry that you are needing to wee so bad, but we said that we want to visit that old castle near here and then we want to go for a lunch. Can you hold it that long?” asked the boy. ”oh my god, i don’t know, i need to wee really, really bad, i did not go since yesterday morning, my bladder is big as a pumpkin.” answered the girl. ”You can go in the bushes.” offered the boy and hoped that she will not use his offer. Already he did like it very much and it aroused him to see his girlfriend crossing her legs and bending over from needing to wee so bad. ”No i don’t squat here behind the bushes, I’ll try to hold it.” replied the girl with a suffering voice. The boy enjoyed it and was happy about it. They had a little breakfast in front of their tent, then they packed all together for to leave. One hour later in the car the girl asked “how long until we are there?” and pressed both hands between her thighs. ”I don’t know exactly, but i think not even one more hour. Is it that bad?” he asked prurient. ”Oh yes It is, It is more than bad.” answered the poor girl who did not wee since nearly 27 hours. The boy did like that new situation about a girl who is desperate to wee, more and more and he was getting more and more aroused about it. As they arrived at the old castle, it was more a hulk than a castle, the poor girl was not really interested at that ruin, she was just interested for a toilet, what she was needing so much and so bad since she went to sleep yesterday evening. In reality she was needing to wee since long before they went to sleep, but there was no toilet, not even a porter loo, what she would have surely already used, but there was not any. There were some people around, she could not even squat somewhere behind the walls, she still could not wee, she still had to hold it. On the way back to the car she could no more walk upright, she was light bended over and her knees were rubbing. ”I have to pee, i can’t wait any longer. Bring me somewhere, where i can finally wee.” she was begging with a trembling voice. ”I am really sorry that you have to suffer so bad, I’ll try to do my best. How much longer can you hold it?” he wanted to know. He acted the careful boyfriend , but in reality he asked her because he wanted to hear that she can’t hold it anymore, he wanted to hear that she is needing to wee so very, very bad, unbearable bad, he wanted to hear that her urge and her need is painful and that her bladder is about to explode. ”I don’t know how long, i did never before hold it for so long, i could not even imagine that i would be able that i can bear up for so long without to wee, but now i can’t no more, please bring me somewhere where i can wee, i really, really HAVE to!” said the girl. ”Okay, I’ll do my best, just maximum one more hour, but what do you think how long would you be able to hold it if you would not get a opportunity, could you put it off until we are at home? Sorry for my questions, but it is so exciting for me that you did not wee since so long, your poor bladder must be already full to burst!!!???” said the boy. He was so horny that he wanted to talk about the girls need and about how urgently she is needing to go. ”It seems like you like to see me suffer!?”said the girl. Sorry, i is absolute new for me, but if i am honestly, it is exciting for me that you did not wee since yesterday early in the morning and it is exciting for me to know that you are holding so much urine in your bladder.” said the boy and lifted the girls T-shirt to see her bare belly. Her lower abdomen was swollen until up to her belly button and her bladder was visible bulging out. ” Oh my god, how much are you holding here inside.” he said and caressed her belly, or better she caressed her firm bladder. The girl had her hands pressed between her thighs and her thighs crossed hard over her hands. Not even a half an hour later she said “ stop please, i have to pee now, i MUST pee now, it’s coming out of me. Stop before i wet your seat,” They were at a country road to that time as the boy asked “where should i stop?” ”Here where we are!!” answered the girl and pressed one finger hard on her peehole. The boy could no other than to stop, the girl opened the door, pulled down her already wet panties and squatted beside the car for a piss that could not wait for not even 10 seconds longer. She was starting to piss full force before she already was squatting. It was hissing like it was ripped her peehole from the pressure, it was jetting out of her with the pressure from high pressure washer. For so long she was not ready to squat behind a bush and then she did it beside the car in view of all the people who did pass with their cars. I think that all girls, even the most shy girls will squat somewhere when it gets unbearable, when they absolutely can’t hold it anymore!!!!
The „icecreamgirl“ is not a bad and not a naughty girl, she is not a girl for just one night. At the moment were two boys for her interesting . She felt attracted to her cute colleague and she did like the boy who admire her for her pee holding performance. She did know this boy since some weeks, because he is a good customer and he appeals her and there is that extra bonus, she likes to hold her wee and he loves that she is holding it. “ I need to go really, really bad. My bladder is taut and big as a water balloon short before bursting. I need to wee since before noon, i hold it back for so long, i can’t bear up for much longer. I have to work now for one more hour and then i have to go home as soon as possible, before i wet my panties. It will be impossible to go for a dinner and then home with you, without to wee.“ said the girl and was standing with tight crossed legs. “I understand, you are really a poor gal, you can’t wee even once all day long. You have to hold it, no matter how urgently you would need to go, your bladder have to contain all your urine from early morning until late evening. I have really a little bit pity with you, i think we cancel the dinner, we go to a kiosk for fast food, for to safe time and then we go to my home.“ said the boy. “Does it hurt you to hold it back for so long, is it painful for your bladder to get so much overfilled?“ he wanted to know. „I don’t know how that works, i told you that i need to wee since before noon. I think that my bladder was nearly full to that time and after 1 or 2 or 3 hours it must have been totally full. Since then it had to expand and to stretch more and more for to hold all the coming wee. The urge was getting stronger and stronger and more painful. But until a certain level i like that feeling and i like the pain. I like it need to wee very bad, but don’t go, or can’t go, or are not allowed to go. I like it to violate and to rape my bladder, to force it to hold more than usually humanly possible. I sometimes like it to torture my bladder, i don’t even go to the loo when i come home from a double shift, already full to burst. I go then in my bed lie on my swollen belly and press my bulging bladder hard against a pillow. That can hurt a lot, but that can be very arousing as well, i like that. I am sorry that i told you all that, so many silly things, i know that i am crazy, but i can’t help myself, i simply love it!“ answered the girl. “You don’t have to be sorry, you are not crazy at all , you are absolutely gorgeous, i love that soooo much. More than anything else. You make me so horny girl , you are not crazy, but you drive me crazy. You can’t even imagine how much i love that, how much it turns me on .You are absolutely great, girl!!“ said the boy. They decided to abstain from a dinner, they decided to go to a kiosk for a burger and then straight to the boys home. The boy was horny like hell, the beautiful, young girl was standing at the kiosk with sometimes tight crossed legs and sometimes with rubbing knees. “I need to wee so bad, i nearly do it in my panties.“ she said, lifted one leg and crossed one of her sexy, bare thighs over the other. After holding it back for so long, she was really needing to wee very, very urgently, but she did act a little more, to turn the boy and herself on even more. The boy could not get enough from torturing the girls bladder and to make her even more desperate. He ordered a large coke for her, but she did drink just the half of it. As they arrived at the boys home were his parents at home. It was hard for the girl to hide her great need and therefore they went as fast as possible to his room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, the girl crossed her beautiful, sexy legs and said „Oh my got, i need to wee so terrible bad.“ “I love it, i love it so much!! Tell me how bad you need to go, tell me how much your bladder is overfilled.“ said the boy and went behind the girl. He was standing behind her, clasped her with his arms and pressed with both hands on the girls lower abdomen. The girl moaned, she blended over and tried to escape, but he did not let her. He pressed his hard penis tight at her ass and with his hands he pressed hard and deep in the girls abdomen. He did torture her so much, but he loved it and the girl loved it too, even it was hurting her so much. Usually she tortured her bladder by herself and now she was getting it tortured from a good looking boy. They were both in absolutely ecstasy, they were steered by their horniness and from their lust. They never before did not even touch each other, but now they kissed like crazy and stripped each other’s clothes. The horny boy lay the bursting full girl, totally naked on his bed. He could not believe what he saw, the girls bladder was visible bulging out from sexy girl belly. He never before sew that, he did always just dream about it. He was in heaven of horniness, he pressed and pushed on it, he massaged it to make the girl whine and trembling, but she did let him do it. Her bladder was tight and firm, but not really hard as a rock. “ I think you can hold more!! Your bladder can get bigger and more hard!“ he said and pressed hard on it.“ “Oh yes, i think that i can hold more, but if press harder, I’ll piss your bed. You have got me to my limit of endurance.“ said the girl. They were so horny, that they simply had to fuck, they did not even think about that they don’t know each other. They were made for each other, they had to fuck and they did it like crazy. The boy massaged the girls bladder during fucking, with one of his hands and the girl cried from needing to wee soooo bad, from bladder pain and from lust as well and the boy was fucking in ecstasy. As soon as they were „ready „ the girl wanted to piss, nothing else, nothing more just piss, but the boy was evil, he did not let her. He told her that she could not go to the toilet, bended over, with one hand between her thighs, because she would have to pass the living room, where his parents were, she would have to hold it. “But i can’t no more, i have to piss now, that is always so after I climax! I will piss on the floor, if you don’t let me go.“ she said worried. The boy told her that he would let her piss in the paper basket if she would promise to hold it next time longer and if she let her bladder get big and hard as melon. The girl did agree, she would have promised all, just to be able to piss now. It was so amazing, how much and how hard the girl pissed. He did leave her wee in the bucket and he did leave the bucket in his room, after the girl went home. He looked at the bucket, the imagination that she held all that large amount of wee in her bladder and to remember how powerful she pissed all that wee with high pressure in the bucket, made him hard and horny again. He did leave the bucket with the girls wee in his room until next morning and did cum twice during the night in the bucket with her wee. He could not wait to see her again and to fill the girls bladder much more and make her bladder hard and big as a bowling ball.
This is a little story including characters from a game called Yandere Simulator, one of my favourite games! (Please note that any drama behind the game is something I don't associate with, but if you don't know what I'm talking about then ignore this!) Also please note that murder will be spoken about due to the game being about a psycho schoolgirl!! Ayano was fucked. After being caught holding a knife by some student council bitch, she was sent to the guidance counsellor's office with a full bladder. She had just finished up killing her first rival and went to go wash the blood off the knife before using the toilet, but before she could even go in, Akane caught her. "So...Ayano Aishi. I think you know why you're here." The guidance counsellor had a stern look, ignoring Ayano's clear shuffling around. "No, miss. I don't." Ayano replied with a gulp, a hand slowly gliding towards her crotch. Her legs fanned in and out subtly, her thighs squeezed anytime she could feel the flood about to burst. "You were caught carrying a dangerous weapon around school grounds. What were you thinking, Miss Aishi?" Ayano couldn't look her in the eyes, she could only pay attention to her stupid bladder that decided to fuck around and find out that day. "M-miss...can this wait? I really have to go to the bathroom." Ayano shoved a hand in her crotch, wiggling around in her seat to gain some sympathy from the guidance counsellor but to no avail. In fact, the woman had nothing but a stern look on her face, showing no sorts of sympathy to Ayano's issue. Watching this squirming mess of a girl only made her want to make the situation worse. "You can wait there whilst I get some documents. After that, I will escort you to the toilets. But as soon as you drip out your last drop of pee, you better tell me EXACTLY why you were holding a knife on our campus. Stupid girl." And off she went, locking the door behind her before Ayano could object. Ayano whimpered before flopping back into her seat, kicking her legs in the air rapidly whilst gripping her crotch to high heavens. Everything sent Ayano's mind back to her desperation, not even her beautiful Senpai could set a good enough distraction. With every minute passing by, Ayano clearly realised that the guidance counsellor was stalling. It couldn't possibly take THAT long to find some documents. Unfortunately for Ayano, that only made her situation dire. Her hands pulled her panties tightly against her pulsating vulva, whimpers escaped her mouth from the painful pleasure. "Is this stupid woman even coming back?!" Ayano whined, throwing her head back in frustration. Eventually, the guidance counsellor slowly entered the room with her hands full of unknown papers. Ayano's yandere instincts would've made her peek to see what they were about, but she was too busy holding herself and shivering out of desperation. "Oh, Miss Aishi! Control yourself! That is disgusting. Come on, let me take you before you have an accident." Ayano sulked behind the guidance counsellor, doubling over every chance she got before catching up to her with her hands in her crotch. Musume walked past, giggling at Ayano with her phone up to take a photo. "Awww, poor baby's gonna piss herself!" Musume faux pouted. "Miss Ronshaku, get to class." Ayano hid her face, shifting on one foot to the other as the guidance counsellor scolded Musume. As she continued to fidget, her senpai began walking past her, smiling at the teacher. Ayano snapped back into position, smiling awkwardly as a response, her pussy muscles clenching as much as possible. When she was out of the pretty boy's sight, her face conformed once again, her hips wriggled in her short blue skirt. Eventually, the guidance counsellor finished her conversation with Musume and continued walking without even looking at Ayano, signalling the poor girl to continue walking. As soon as they reached the bathroom, the guidance counsellor stood before Ayano infront of the doorway. In response, Ayano wriggled on the spot, whimpering and shoving her hands in between her rubbing legs. "Be quick, Miss Aishi." Ayano would've seen the slight smirk on the woman's face if she hadn't of rushed into the toilets without hesitation. Before her was an open stall displaying relief and release. Ayano didn't even wait to get into the stall before shuffling her panties down her legs with her hands still gripping her crotch. She began wadling into the stall, hands gripping her puffy, quivering pussy. Without warning, piss began dripping through Ayano's fingers, making Ayano whimper in response. She uncontrollably leaked infront of the toilet, her panties around her calfs. Before anymore piss could fall to the floor, Ayano pulled her vulva into a "V" shape and let the remainder of her stream into the porcelain bowl. "Ohhhhh fuuuuck!" Ayano smirked, moaning with her eyes wired shut. Relief washed over her, distracting her from the inevitable punishment she would get from that terrifying woman outside.
Here is an unnecessary second part with Osana! I'm gonna make a series out of this now lol No smut, don't worry lol Osana kicked up her feet, leaning back into her chair as the teacher rattled on about nonsense. She caught Raiburu's eye and smiled sweetly, closing her eyes with joy and relaxing into the hold of the chair. Osana was going to meet Taro on the rooftop and give him a bento she had made, so she was quite excited for it. Although, her excitement shifted a tad as her bladder started to become an issue. She tapped her foot rapidly, shifting her bum in the seat into a more comfortable position. The wild thing was that she didn't drink an awful lot to make her bladder fill up, so something she drank was either rushing to her bladder or...drugged. It would explain the look of mischief on Ayano's face from two desks across. As the lesson progressed, Osana's problem became a bigger issue and her slight shifting in her seat turned into a subtle squirm with a hand in between her legs, her head resting in her right hand to avoid eye contact with her classmates. The boy next to her looked down at her skirt with wide eyes, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. With much force, Osana continued shoving her hand into her crotch, pressing against her crying urethra. Suddenly, she felt a leak roll into her panties, leaving a slight wetness pressing against her pussy. Osana squealed quietly under her breath, shoving both hands in her crotch with no care about who would see. To her surprise, the desperation subsided and she went back to subtle bum wiggles. "O-okay. I'll go pee after class and then give the bento to Senpai. I hope I can hold it until then..." Osana thought to herself, her head hung low. "Alright everyone, please stand and take yourselves to the changing rooms. Change for PE and meet in the gym." Osana's worst nightmare had gotten worse, now with a full bladder that was slowly dripping into her panties every 5 minutes, no matter what she did to hold it back. She couldn't imagine running around the track with a bladder that full! Ignoring Raiburu, Osana slowly waddled to the front of the class, marching on the spot with a hand drooped next to her. She wanted self control but didn't want to wet herself. "U-um miss...I need to use the bathroom. Please may I go?" Osana whined. "Nice try, Miss Najimi. Go get changed with your classmates and follow the class president into the gym in a single file." The teacher smirked, rubbing off the maths equations on the chalk board. Osana whined and moaned under the breath before slowly walking out of the class with her head hung low. People were friendly at Akademi, so no one laughed, they only looked at Osana in pity. But that was way worse. As Osana reached the changing rooms and opened her locker, she felt her pee crash against her vaginal walls, pressing against her piss hole. She dropped everything and doubled over, stuffing her hands up her skirt to grip her quivering pussy. "Osana...are you okay?" Raiburu gripped Osana's shoulder, smiling weakly. "N-no...I need the toilet. The teacher wouldn't let me go." Osana's voice strained as she felt another couple of drops escape. Ayano smiled in mischief, watching Osana from behind her locker before walking up to the sinks. With one turn of the tap, water blasted out of the faucet, Ayano pretending to wash her hands under it. She could see Osana's urgent pee dance in the mirror, the marching on the spot, the doubling over, the wriggle of her hips, it made Ayano laugh as she realised the girl wouldn't be giving that bento to Senpai. "Oh gosh...are you gonna be okay?" Raiburu whispered, not knowing that everyone's attention was on Osana'a over the top pee dance. "N-no. I don't think I can hold it." Osana wired her eyes shut, opening her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted with a singular jet of piss squirt out of her and into her panties. She bounced up and down, her hands squishing her pussy lips together to stop anymore leaks from coming out. "Oh no, Osana, you really need to run to the toilets before you have an accident!" "N-no Raiburu...I'll get a bad mark on my system and they'll send my parents a message. I can't afford that, not after getting told off before!" Osana continued to whine, wriggling around on the spot with her hands digging at her vulva, ignoring the stares from all the girls exiting the changing rooms in their PE kits. Raiburu gave Osana and sympathetic look, helping her to get changed. With much difficulty, Osana was changed into her PE kit and slowly walked out of the changing rooms, joining everyone on the outdoor track. As students ran around the track with their friends, Osana couldn't help but look at Ayano from her class. The look of mischief on her face, the empty eyes, she had to be responsible for whatever she was going through. Osana mustered up enough strength to march up to Ayano, a hand in her crotch and her thighs rubbing together. "Hey! Why are you looking at me like that! Can you stop it?" Osana frowned, wriggling on the spot with a hand holding herself above her shorts. Ayano pretended to look concerned, before smiling at Osana with "sympathy". "Oh god no Osana, I was just thinking of something funny. I could never laugh at you!" Ayano said, a dash of faux pity in her voice. Osana couldn't argue with her and continued to frown before marching away, missing Ayano's rolling eyes. She found Raiburu and tried to jog up to her, but everything was a blur. Her bladder sloshed on every step, her hand squeezing her vulva with force. Nothing helped anymore. She was on the verge of wetting herself. Everyone's voices became a blur, her head spun as her piss was on the verge of squirting out of her and splashing on the floor. Osana wriggled on the spot as she lowered her body in a circular motion, her legs pretzeled around each other, squishing her hands that gripped her crotch. Before Raiburu could call out her name, Osana ran off, targeting the changing rooms. As she urgently ran in through the doorway, her eyes darted around, finding anything to release her bladder. An idea came to Osana's mind and with urgency, she swung open her locker door, scrambling for her towel with one hand, the other rhythmically squeezing her vagina lips together. After a few seconds, she had found her towel and began to pull her shorts down with her hand still glued to her crotch. With much difficulty, Osana managed to get her shorts and panties down with only two spurts of piss squirting into them. Before any more leaks could get out, Osana jogged on the spot with her hand still gripping her exposed pussy. She positioned the towel beneath her, pressing it against her vagina. With a few uncontrollable leaks on the floor, she let go, her piss slowly spreading in warmth into her towel. Osana moaned and swung her head back in relief, giggling to herself. "Osaaaanaaa, where are you?! Osa-" Raiburu had walked in at the wrong moment and she stood in the doorway, her jaw dropped. Osana whipped her head around with no idea that her best friend stood before her. "AHHHH!" Osana screamed, before falling backwards and letting go of the towel, her pee still squirting out of her exposed vulva for Raiburu to see. Osana looked away in embarrassment as her stream continued. "I-I'll let you finish." Raiburu mumbled, before running out of the changing rooms and leaving Osana with the hissing of her piss and her own thoughts.
Here's another part with Taro! Male desperation for this one lol. Oh and a tad bit of smut. Not your thing? Skip at line "More footsteps were heard..." Taro loved books. His entire personality was his book. No one bothered him and everyone loved him, although no one knew why. But who knew him better than the girl staring at him from behind the tree? As Taro took in the sounds of chatter, the water splashing out of the fountain he sat on and the birds singing songs in the trees, he flipped another page in his book. He was so distracted from the world around him, he didn't even notice the girl stood infront of him. "H-hey! Uhhh I'm just coming to see if you're okay! My name is Amai, I'm president of the cooking club!" Taro slowly looked up from his book, his eyes laying on the sweet girl infront of him with a tight lipped smile. He could almost hear the anger from Ayano over at the tree across from him. "Oh uhh yeah I'm okay! I'm Taro. I'm...in no club, ha." He muttered, making no eye contact with Amai. With the distractions of classmates talking, nature's song...and a tempting bladder building up. "Well, if you ever wanna come along to the cooking club, let me know! I-I hope to see you soon!" And off she went, walking over to Ajia, a fellow member of the cooking club. Before Taro could continue with his book, he felt the sensation of his bladder grow stronger, shifting slightly on the edge of the fountain, his dick squashed in between his thighs. After a few pages, the bell chimed to signal everyone to head to their classrooms. Taro slowly stood up, a slight waddle in his step as he made his way up the stairs. Ayano followed him closely, watching his every move. 'He seems to be walking slower today...and his hand is shifting towards his delicious crotch? Wait...he doesn't need to...' As Ayano made her way back to her class, Taro sat at his desk, his eyes darting around whilst his classmates continued their small talk. His thighs rubbed together quicker, his hands rested on top of them. Taro winced slightly as he pressed his stomach into his desk, the piss pressing against his dick head. "Yo, Taro? You good?" Musume questioned, leaning slightly toward Taro from her desk. "You're like...moving a lot and stuff." "Uhhh yeah...yeah I'm good." Taro faux smiled. "Riiiiight." Musume turned back to her phone, Taro gave his dick a squeeze, breathing deeply and sighing in stress. The 20 minutes before their teacher entered the class felt like an eternity for Taro, he just wanted to use the toilet. As their teacher answered questions from students raising their hands, Taro could no longer concentrate and his desperation had grown on him. His ass wriggled in the chair, his hands clamped onto his cock tightly, which got some suspicious looks from Musume. While everyone was writing notes, Taro looked at the clock intently, wishing the minutes by so he could relieve his bladder. The bell chimed once again, signalling everyone to stand up from their desks and go to lunch. Taro screamed with joy internally, but it soon ended as he heard some words he didn't want to hear. "Oh and boys, your bathrooms will be closed for the first 20 minutes of lunch for investigations as we found inappropriate graffiti on the stalls!" Great. Taro had to wait another 20 minutes before his bladder could release its contents. He sighed in frustration, before marching out of the classroom and walking into the courtyard, where everything beautiful about his surroundings turned into a nightmare. The water dribbling from the fountain made Taro wince, standing on the spit as he cocked his leg slightly, a hand gripping the hem of his trousers. Ayano walked into the courtyard, standing behind Taro with lit up eyes, the sight infront of her was a dream come true. Seeing her beloved grabbing his crotch with no shame only made this better for Ayano. Taro walked slowly towards the fountain, sitting down with struggle as he took his book from out of his pocket. Opening a book and reading became difficult for Taro as he fought with his bladder. The ass wriggling became over the top, the dick squeezing became necessary for holding his stream back. 'Oooo shit...I really gotta piss. When are these investigations do- o-oh!' Taro felt a leak into his boxers, his penis twitching under his tight grip as he massaged his member to stop any more leaks. Ayano could feel her panties getting wet from the sight she saw behind that tree. Suddenly, an announcement came from the speakers around school campus. 'All male students may now use the bathrooms. We have found the culprit and they will be punished accordingly. Study hard and have a good day.' Taro leaped up from the fountain, slamming his book down with no care that it would be ruined or get lost...or get stolen from a psycho behind the tree. Quickly, he shuffled out of the courtyard and up the stairs, slowly undoing his trousers. Taro felt a few more drops leak into his boxers, making him squeeze his dick even harder than before, groaning slightly from the ache. The feeling of relief washed over Taro as he saw the open stall, showing the beautiful porcelain bowl. His penis could finally release his full bladder into it, his body could stop doubling over from- "Move, Yamada! I'm going first!" A random male student that Taro never spoke to pushed him to the side, making him wobble over, losing the grip of his penis. Before Taro could regain his posture, a few more spurts squirted from his cock, his two hands flying down to squeeze it all back, but to no avail. The piss wouldn't stop, so Taro whipped his member out of his boxers, trying to aim for the sink, but it mostly ended up on the floor. He had wet himself. Infront of his classmates. Taro slid onto the floor with his trousers and boxers down to his knees, his penis twitching as it let out his stream. "You alright down there, Taro?" Budo smirked, washing his hands. "Y-yeah...I'm good." Before long, Taro was left to his own thoughts and stream...or so he thought. More footsteps were heard from behind the wall that Taro leaned his head against whilst sitting in his piss puddle that cascaded around him. A girl with a mask from the drama club coyly walked in, resulting in Taro using his hands to shield his cock from her sight, but she only moved his hands away, staring down at his half hard dick. "W-what are you-" Before Taro could finish his sentence, the girl began stroking his cock with slow hand movement, maintaining eye contact with Taro. He groaned in pleasure as he took in the strange yet nice experience, sitting in a puddle of his own piss that he had totally forgotten about at this point. To this surprise, the girl began rolling down her panties, her skirt only barely covering her exposed pussy. She sat on his cock, slowly thrusting up and down in a rhythmic pace. Taro had no idea what was happening, but he took it all in with no shame, smiling slightly from the amazing feeling of this strange, anonymous girl's pussy wrapped around his member. As she picked up the pace, the girl let out quiet moans from behind the mask she wore. Plap plap, moan...groan. The same sounds echoing around the empty bathroom, no one else around or in sight. The girl could feel her climax growing, gripping tightly onto Taro's shoulders as she grind quicker on his cock. Taro let out a loud groan before pulling his penis out of her and pumping the cum out of him. And off she went. Leaving Taro to his erotic thoughts, wondering who the girl was. Newsflash. It was Ayano. Sneaky bastard. Edited August 10 by Ashlovesomo (see edit history)
Here's another part with the bullies and Horuda. This one is a little bit more of a humiliation one than anything. No smut for this! Although there is mentions of murder towards the end. Skip at line "That was the most humiliating day..." Horuda kept to herself, her head always in her book and her hands always fiddling with each other. The reason was to avoid bullying, albeit she didn't do it very well, as she became the biggest target for Musume and her clique. They would always find new ways to humiliate Horuda, no matter what. Pouring water all over her while she uses the toilet. Throwing her books in the fountain. Pulling her hair and beating her up. Whatever it was, they did it and Horuda was too terrified to stand up for herself. Especially on that day. When the bell rang for cleaning time, Horuda exited her classroom with her head hung low, fiddling with the top of the trash bag in her hands, when Musume and Hana were waiting around the corner. Whilst no one was looking, they lunged at Horuda and pulled her into the empty clubroom next to them. Horuda tried to get away from their grasp but to no avail. "P-please...let me go." Horuda mumbled, squirming around in their grasp. "And why would we do that?" Musume smirked. Horuda ummed and ahhed, lifting one leg and pressing her thigh into her crotch before switching. "I...I need to go to the toilet." Horuda mumbled yet again, rubbing her thighs together and wincing. "Oh really?" Musume chimed. "I think you can hold it like a big girl. You gonna go wee wee in your panties?" Hana faux whined, letting out a giggle with Musume. Before Horuda could speak, the girls dragged her our of the room, walking into the empty bathrooms. They bashed open the door of one of the stalls and held Horuda above the toilet. She wriggled around, pressing her thighs together as she looked down at the toilet beneath her. The piss in her bladder pressed against her urethra, sloshing around her vagina walls. Her face contorted as she felt the pee she held for 5 hours about to escape into her white panties. Hana lifted Horuda'a skirt, revealing her pressed thighs and pink panties. "Wooahh, check it out. She's got granny panties." Hana cackled. Musume placed a hand on Horuda's bladder, pushing it extra hard. "N-no! P-please don't do that. I'm really desperate!" Horuda whined. "Shiiiit, it's rock solid. She got a whole lot of piss in there. Ew, did she just pee?" Musume and Hana cackled together as Horuda's bladder leaked some pee into her panties, dripping a couple of times in the toilet bowl. She pressed her thighs together to stop the flow, bending her knees slightly whilst bouncing slightly. To her disappointment, Musume and Hana separated her legs, holding them apart whilst cackling at Horuda's need. "Wait! We so have to livestream this! For Hoshiko's blog and my insta?" Musume chimed "OH. EM. GEE! Tie her up, I wanna see her burst!" Hana cackled, taking the ribbon off of her seifuku, Musume following suit. As they tied Horuda's legs to the poles at the bottom of the stall, the poor girl was a contorted mess. Her legs bent together, her thighs pressing together as far as they could go, her face contorted from the ache and pain. "P-please...I really need a wee!" Horuda whined, bouncing up and down. As Hana and Musume let go of Horuda's hands, they snapped down to her crotch, gripping her pussy through her panties. It quivered from the desperation, the pee pushing against her piss hole. With no warning, Musume and Hana rolled down her panties to her ankles, ripping them apart. They took apart the top of her seifuku, leaving nothing but a bra on covering Horuda's petite tits. "Oh my god. She has a hairy cunt AND tiny boobs. What more could you POSSIBLY want!" Musume laughed sarcastically, holding the phone up to show the livestream Horuda's naked pussy through her fingers. Horuda hung her head low, looking down at her quivering pussy, her hands gripping it for dear life. She wriggled her hips from side to side, bouncing her arse up and down with her fingers individually pressing her pee hole. As Hana and Musume narrated the situation, everything went blank for Horuda. The ringing in her ears became a swollen sound, the two figures infront of her became a blur. With no warning, a few drops of pee rolled out of her pee hole, the sound of her piss dripping into the toilet water was the only thing she heard. Her hands became wet from her piss leaking out of her, making it much harder to grip her pussy and hold back her stream. Before long, Horuda'a issue had become worse. Standing over a toilet with her legs spread apart was the least of her problems as she realise her breasts and pussy were on show for Musume's insta followers to see. Suddenly, a jet of piss squirted out, resulting in Musume and Hana giggling from the sight of Horuda'a quivering pussy letting its contents out. She became a squirming mess, her bouncing on the spot was over the top and her hands gripped her pussy lips until they were numb. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. "Uh ohhh, is big girl gonna go pee pee?" Musume laughed, recording Horuda up close. "Hm...this is boring, let's take her to the courtyard. Guaranteed she'll piss herself then." Hana whispered. Before long, Hana and Musume had untied Horuda and were taking her down the stairs. Her skirt barely covered her pussy and her bra left nothing to the imagination. As Horuda closed her eyes, she could feel everyone's eyes on her, their jaws dropped as low as they could go. With a humiliating walk and a few more giggles later, Hana and Musume stood infront of the fountain with their hands gripping one of Horuda's arms. Her pussy quivered at the sight and sounds of water dribbling, everyone's eyes on her. She wriggled on the spot some more, her thighs pressing her exposed pussy lips together to stop her per from dribbling out. Unfortunately, a few drops of pee rolled out of her piss hole, rolling down her legs. People murmered in pity and distraught as they watched Horuda's bladder giving up on her. "Tie her to the tree, we need to dip after." Hana whispered, resulting in Musume shoving Horuda into the closest tree and tying her hands around it. "Quick, let's bounce!" Before Horuda could protest, Hana and Musume ran off, leaving Horuda and her full bladder behind. "N-no..." Horuda whined, her tears rolling down her cheeks. The students in the courtyard ran away to go tell the teachers, but Horuda still remained. The sounds of the fountain sent shivers down her spine, her thighs pressing against her pussy. A gush of wind sent her skirt flying up, her pussy on show to everyone who dared to look. Horuda moaned and whined as leaks left her vulva uncontrollably, the piss rolling down her legs and dripping onto the grass. Before long, a bunch of running footsteps emerged from behind, a teacher and students came up to Horuda. "Oh dear gosh, who could've possibly done this! Oh bless your heart, let me go get you a towel." "N-no! Please! I need the...toilet." Horuda's cries of help were ignored, but they didn't matter. The dam burst. It went from a singular squirt, thigh squeeze, a longer stream, more pussy grips, then before long, the piss just rolled out with no signs of stopping. The teacher and students ran back, their jaws dropped as Horuda cried and pissed on the floor, the stream rushing out of her pussy lips. "O-oh dear...I'm so sorry, Horuda. Everyone, look away! Let me sort this out." That was the most humiliating day ever for Horuda. Now all she could think about was stabbing Musume and her gang repeatedly in their cold, dark hearts.
"So far we've been able to decipher mentions of "sages". It's exciting really, this is such a huge opportunity for us to learn more...." Tauro said. Paya didn't respond and merely observed the ruins that had landed near Karakiro Village with a nervous smile on her face. "Lots of these have been appearing across Hyrule according to reports. I can't wait for us to discover them all. "Mmmmh...hmmm...." Paya hummed as her body seemed to shift. Tauro turned around and looked at the recently promoted chief. "Is everything okay? You look nervous." "Huh....Y-Yeah,i'm fine. I'm just...concerned." Paya said nervously as she looked around hastily before locking her eyes on the ruins. "Concerned about what if you don't mind me asking?" Tauro asked. "Well it uhh...looks like those ruins could fall any second." Paya said. Tauro turned back and looked at the ruins. Unbeknowst to him,Paya had crossed her legs and placed her hands in front of her abdomen while he was facing away. "Hmm...yes. I can see what you mean. But i do see some part of the ruins that are floating. Still,we need to excersize caution." Tauro said. "Mmmmh...hmmm...." Paya hummed again. Looking around once more. "Excuse me. Lady Paya?" A voice said. Suddenly she was pulled to the side by one of the villagers. "H-Hey! S-Slow down! Eeep!" She said as she tried to pull away, her teeth gritting as she took each step. They stopped and Paya looked to see that it was Dorian who had pulled her. "Can i help you?" Paya asked as she gave the villager a gentle smile. "Lady Paya. With all due respect. Should you really be focusing on those ruins?" Dorian asked. "W-Well, they kinda just appeared out of nowhere after the upheaval and...Maybe there's a correlation you know?." Paya said. "I understand that, but we also have the gloom to worry about. Several of our villagers have fallen ill thanks to it." Dorian said. "Right...it's just that- EEEEP!" Paya let out as she quickly hunched over. "A-Are you okay?" Dorian asked as he moved closer to Paya. Paya looked up and quickly tried to regain her composure. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine. It's just. i uhh..." She scrambled for an excuse as she began backing away. "Lady Paya?" Dorian asked as he took a few steps towards Paya. "I'll try to figure something out Dorian. T-Thank you for your concern. I'll uhh..I'll see you later!" Paya said as she sprinted away from Dorian. The villager just stood there and stared at the chief in confusion as she hastily moved away from him and towards her house. Each step up the stairs elicited some whining and moaning from her and she found herself having to stop once to take a deep breath before resuming her ascent up the stairs. Once she entered the house, She hastily closed the door behind her and leaned against the wall. She leaned against the wall and she clenched her fists tightly as she rubbed her thighs together. "Oh...Gotta pee! Gotta pee! I can't hold it!" She whispered to herself now that she was away from any listening ears. She hastily made her way up the stairs as she held back the dam that threathened to burst. Ever since Paya had become the Chief of Kakariko Village, She had been running herself ragged trying to keep order in the village. While she was honored that her grandmother Impa had passed that title down to her, She'd be lying if she said the duties didn't take a toll on her. She had made some progress when it came to her shyness and had proven that she was more than capable of running the village, But compared to Impa she still had long ways to go. One of those ways involved having to hold in her pee. Back when most of her work was confined to just the house, she could relieve herself at her own leisure. But being village chief meant she had to be away from the house for most of the day. And with many people needing her for various things, that often led her having to hold it for much longer than she was comfortable with. "Oh! It's coming out! It's coming out!" She said as she hastily placed reached for a doorknob and pushed the door aside. Her eyes landed on the Squad Toilet that was on the ground just a few feet away from her. Paya didn't need any further invitation. She closed the door and stumbled towards the toilet as she hiked up her garbs and draped them in front of her. She crouched down until her rear was hovering just a few inches above the squat toilet. Her muscles finally caved in and as if a dam had burst, a cascade or urine jetted out of her body and splashed against the water below. Her legs quivered as the pressure was replaced with a feeling of bliss. She had to use one hand to keep her balance and as she urine continued to cascade out her body, she couldn't resist letting out noises..... "Haaaaaah.....Oh,sweet relief at last..." She said. With closed eyes and a blissful smile, she let out a another soft moan, her body fully surrendering to the sensation of release. She opened her eyes and looked at her panties. A twinge of embarrassment briefly managed to override the relief as she saw the wet spot in the middle. It wasn't the first time she had come this close to wetting herself, but close calls seemed to be happening more frequently ever since she became chief. She didn't have a bladder of steel like most Sheikah seemed to be trained to have. As a result she found herself limiting the amount of elixirs and tea she would take. And even then, that didn't stop her from feeling pressured by her bladder for a large chunk of her duties. Paya looked away from her panties and looked back at the toilet. Her strong flowing stream eventually transformed into a mere trickle. She allowed herself a brief moment to revel in the sensation of emptiness and relief. She reached for some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself clean. She then stepped out of her panties and slid them to the side. She pressed the button near the toilet and flushed the paper down. She picked up the panties and tossed them in her dirty laundry basked. She approached the sink and began washing her hands. Her eyes making contact with the eyes of her reflection. She let out another sigh. "I wonder how Grandmother would react if i were to schedule more bathroom breaks..." She said to her reflection. She then left the bathroom to go get herself a new pair of panties. She grabbed a new pair and began putting them on. "Lady Paya?! Are you in here?!" A voice asked. "Oh uh...B-Be right over,Tauro!" Paya said as she hastily put on her panties and made her way down the stairs. "How can i help you?" Paya asked. "We have a visitor." Tauro said. The two then exited the house and Paya saw a familiar face standing infront of her. She was dressed in what seemed to be a white archaic dress with Zonai imagery. Paya put on her best smile and approached her. "Princess Zelda. What a surprise to see you here! How can i help you?"
Eun-bi opened her eyes while checking time displayed on her phone. "Oh my, I'm late! God, I forgot to set alarm yesterday.." Eun-bi hurriedly got out of bed, her messy hair falling across her sleepy eyes. She quickly threw on her favorite oversized sweater and slipped into a pair of worn-out sneakers. As she dashed out of her tiny apartment, the sound of her keys jingling echoed through the quiet hallway, blending with the distant hum of traffic outside. With each step, she could feel the morning chill seeping through the soles of her shoes, awakening her senses to the bustling city around her. Eun-bi's heart raced as she ran towards the bus stop, hoping to catch a ride to work before her boss noticed her tardiness. But she soon realized that she left her card key. Eun-bi at first thinking of go back to her room and grab key, but she changed her mind. "I only need it to open few rooms, it is more important to go work as soon as possible!" Eun-bi made a split-second decision and continued running towards the bus stop, leaving behind her card key. She knew she would have to rely on the kindness of her co-workers to let her into the restricted areas of the office. As she reached the bustling intersection, the pedestrian signal turned red, forcing her to wait impatiently with a group of strangers. A street performer nearby strummed his guitar, filling the air with a melodic tune that momentarily eased Eun-bi's anxiety. Finally, the signal changed, and Eun-bi sprinted across the street, her breath quickening with each step, determined to make it to work on time. Eun-bi, dressed in pink oversized sweater and beige trousers, looked like a novice and young office lady. She was pleased to see the bus coming into the bus stop right after she arrived. Eun-bi boarded the bus, joining the sea of commuters. She grabbed onto the handrail for stability as the vehicle jerked into motion, its engine rumbling in the background. The bus was filled with a symphony of murmurs and the occasional cellphone ringtone, blending into a harmonious chaos. Eun-bi's eyes darted around, searching for an empty seat, but the crowded bus offered no respite. As she stood near the front, gripping her phone tightly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face—a fellow colleague from her office. She shyly smiled and exchanged a nod of acknowledgement, finding solace in the shared familiarity amidst the chaos of the morning commute. His name was Dohyun, working in a department next to her. He shyly offered Eun-be a iced coffee. "You look exhausted already. Drink this, and cheer up." Eun-bi's eyes widened with surprise as she accepted the iced coffee from Dohyun. The cold touch of the cup sent a refreshing sensation through her fingers. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the unexpected gesture. "Thank you, Dohyun! You're a lifesaver," she said, a grateful smile spreading across her face. The aroma of the coffee filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of morning dew that had seeped into the bus. With each sip, the cool liquid rejuvenated her senses, easing the remnants of her earlier rush. Eun-bi glanced at Dohyun, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, and she couldn't help but wonder if this small act of kindness was the start of something more. Eun-bi said a delightful bye to Dohyun and hurried to her office. She stepped into the office, her heart still racing from the morning's events. She hurriedly made her way towards her desk, trying to blend in unnoticed. But just as she settled into her chair, her boss, Mr. Lee, appeared in front of her with a stern expression. "Eun-bi, you're late again," he said, his voice laced with disapproval. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lee. I overslept and--" He cut her off, his tone unforgiving. "This is becoming a habit, Eun-bi. Punctuality is crucial in this company." Eun-bi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her gaze. "I understand, sir. It won't happen again," she promised, her voice filled with determination. Mr. Lee sighed, seemingly relenting. "Make sure it doesn't. We have high expectations of you, Eun-bi. Now, get to work." Eun-bi nodded, her spirits dampened but her resolve strengthened. She knew she had to prove herself and regain her boss's trust. As she settled into her tasks, the sound of typing and hushed office conversations filled the air, serving as a constant reminder of the demanding world she inhabited. "No break until lunch time, understand?" Mr. Lee said with a tension in his voice. Eun-bi nodded, her determination unwavering despite the lack of reprieve. "Yes, Mr. Lee," she replied, her voice steady and composed. She knew that this day would require unwavering focus and dedication. With a sense of resilience, she dove into her work, immersing herself in spreadsheets, emails, and deadlines. Hours passed in a blur as Eun-bi diligently tackled her tasks, the rhythmic clacking of keyboards and occasional ringing of phones providing a backdrop to her concentration. The morning sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow through the office windows, but Eun-bi remained steadfast, pushing through the challenges that came her way. As the clock finally struck noon, announcing the arrival of lunchtime, Eun-bi took a deep breath, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She realized that her commitment had paid off; she had managed to meet her targets and complete her assignments on time. Glancing at Mr. Lee, she awaited his nod of approval, hoping for a moment of respite before the afternoon's tasks demanded her attention once more. At that point of time, Eun-bi slightly needed to go toilet, as the coffee she formerly drank speeded up the pace of urine formation than the usual. "Eun-bi, can you bring the materials for the afternoon meeting from the supply room before lunch?" Mr. Lee asked. "Yes, of course. Have a good lunch Mr. Lee." Eun-bi replied, thinking to go toilet right after finishing her duty. Eun-bi hurriedly made her way to the supply room, a slight sense of urgency urging her on. She carefully gathered the materials needed for the afternoon meeting, juggling them in her arms. But as she closed the door behind her, a sinking feeling washed over her as she heard the sound, "Cling!" She realized that she had left her card key at home, and the supply room door automatically locked upon closing. Panic gripped Eun-bi's chest as she tugged at the door, hoping for a miracle. The room was filled with an eerie silence, and the walls seemed to close in on her. Her mind raced with thoughts of being trapped and missing the important meeting. Frantically, she reached for her phone, contemplating who to call for help. As she dialed her colleague's number, she could hear her own rapid heartbeat pulsating in her ears. The sound of the dial tone echoed, magnifying her anxiety as she awaited a response that would determine her fate within the confined space of the supply room. However, to her disappointment, no one answered her call. To make matter worse, her phone was about to be discharged. "Oh, no! I locked myself in the supply room.. What should I do?" Eun-bi's heart sank as the battery icon on her phone flashed red, indicating its imminent demise. With each passing second, the chances of anyone receiving her distress call dwindled further. The dim light in the supply room cast eerie shadows on the shelves stacked with stationary and office supplies, intensifying the feeling of entrapment. A sudden gust of wind rattled the small window near the ceiling, causing Eun-bi to startle. She strained her ears, hoping for any sign of rescue, but all she heard was the distant echo of footsteps and muffled conversations from the bustling office outside. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, amplifying her growing unease. As minutes turned into what felt like hours, Eun-bi's bladder urged for release, the urgency becoming unbearable. She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the discomfort, but the pressure continued to mount. The stifling air in the room added to her uneasiness, and a bead of perspiration trickled down her forehead. Trapped, alone, and in desperate need of help, Eun-bi's predicament seemed to intensify with each passing moment. "Is anyone outside? Please, someone, open the door..!" Eun-bi shouted. But no one was outside. She realized it was lunch time, and she had to wait until people came back. Eun-bi slumped against the supply room door, her voice echoing within the confines of the empty hallway. "Why did I forget my card key? How could I be so careless?" Her voice trembled with frustration, mixing with the silence that enveloped her. "I should have checked my phone's battery earlier. Now, I'm truly trapped." As the minutes stretched on, Eun-bi's mind wandered into a worrisome realm. She started pacing back and forth in the cramped space, the sound of her footsteps echoing hollowly. "What if no one realizes I'm missing? What if they think I've left for the day? What if..." Her thoughts trailed off, the fear of being forgotten gnawing at her. Desperation took hold, and Eun-bi found herself engaging in one-sided conversations, hoping that by speaking aloud, her solitude would be less suffocating. "I'm sure they'll notice I'm gone soon. They'll come looking for me. Right?" Her voice wavered, doubts seeping into her words. "I just have to be patient. Help will come. It has to come." The silence that followed her words seemed to mock her, intensifying the weight of her isolation. Making matter worse, the pressure in her bladder constantly intensified, she crossed her legs tight. Eun-bi's crossed legs offered little relief as the pressure in her bladder reached its peak. She gritted her teeth, her voice strained as she whispered to herself, "Just hold on a little longer, Eun-bi. You can do this. You have to." But the relentless urgency became unbearable, and her desperation grew. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to distract herself from the discomfort, but it only amplified her predicament. "Why didn't I go to the toilet earlier? This is a nightmare," she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice laced with frustration. As she glanced around the dimly lit supply room, her eyes fell upon a small bucket tucked away in a corner. She hesitated, contemplating the unthinkable. "No, I can't... Can I?" Eun-bi's face flushed with embarrassment at the mere thought, torn between her dignity and the impending sense of relief. The silence of the room mocked her, leaving her alone with her internal struggle and an ever-increasing urgency. "No, never.. the one who opens the room absolutely realize what I did.." Eun-bi sighed, stepping back and forth in desperation. "I can hold this, a little bit more and someone will open that door. Just a little bit more Eun-bi." Eun-bi's determination wavered as the seconds ticked by, each passing moment pushing her closer to her breaking point. The tormenting whispers in her mind grew louder, testing her resolve. "What if no one comes? What if I can't hold it any longer?" Her voice quivered, mirroring her wavering hope. She pressed her hands against her abdomen, trying to suppress the urgency. "Come on, Eun-bi, you are not a baby. You can handle this." she muttered, her voice laced with desperation. But as the pressure in her bladder reached its peak, her strained whispers turned into a plea. "Ugh.. Please, someone, anyone... open this door!" The sound of her own voice bounced off the walls, her desperation echoing through the empty hallway, mocking her as she teetered on the edge of surrender. In the absence of rescue, Eun-bi's ordeal seemed to intensify, the battle against her body's demands becoming a relentless struggle for survival. Eun-bi, squatting in front of the locked door, desperately looked up the clock on the wall. "Uh...It's still 12:15... Lunch time ends at 1 pm... I cannot hold until then.." Eun-bi stood up and poked around the room to find any solution to open the door. Eun-bi's eyes darted around the supply room, scanning the shelves and searching for anything that could potentially aid her escape. Her voice trembled with a mix of frustration and panic as she muttered to herself, "There must be something, anything that can help me get out of here." Her hands rummaged through stationery, files, and discarded office supplies, desperately hoping to uncover a hidden tool or a forgotten spare key. But as her search yielded no results, a sense of hopelessness washed over her. "Why is there nothing? Why am I so unlucky?" Eun-bi's shoulders slumped, her breath shaky with defeat. "I can't believe this is happening. I never expected to be trapped like this, in such a helpless situation." The silence that followed her words seemed to magnify her predicament, amplifying her desperation and the weight of her circumstances. Alone, with time ticking against her, Eun-bi's struggle for freedom became increasingly dire. "Ug...uh...uh..." The room was silence, only the ticking of clock and the breathing of Eun-bi was audible. Eun-bi's distress grew with each passing moment, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. She tried to steady herself, but the unrelenting pressure in her bladder was now overwhelming. Her voice, strained and filled with despair, escaped in a whisper. "I can't... I can't hold it any longer." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any possible solution, but the silence mocked her, magnifying her isolation and the impending sense of defeat. "Please, someone, anyone..." Eun-bi's voice cracked, desperation saturating her words. The room remained indifferent, its stillness an agonizing reminder of her entrapment. Tears welled up in Eun-bi's eyes as she sank to her knees, defeated. "I'm sorry... I tried... I couldn't... hold on..." The words escaped her lips as a final plea, a surrender to her body's relentless demands. In the face of her worsening situation, Eun-bi's resolve crumbled, leaving her in a vulnerable state of resignation and a desperate longing for rescue. She felt a warm trickle escape, but she was able to stop the full accident. She checked her crotch and luckily, the damage was unnoticable. The pressure was little bit released, but Eun-bi cannot stop concentrating. Eun-bi let out a shaky breath of relief as she realized the accident had been averted, the damage minimal. Yet, the reprieve was short-lived as she glanced at the clock, realizing that there was still a considerable amount of time left until the lunch break ended. Her voice, tinged with desperation, whispered in the suffocating silence of the room, "I managed to hold it once, but how much longer can I endure? I can't let my guard down." The weight of her predicament settled heavily on her shoulders, her determination to maintain control now mingled with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. "I have to stay focused. I can't afford another slip-up," she murmured, her words a feeble attempt to bolster her crumbling resilience. The room, devoid of any solace, seemed to close in around her, amplifying her discomfort and the ticking of the clock that ticked away mercilessly. With each passing second, Eun-bi's battle against her body's demands became increasingly arduous, testing her mental and physical limits. Eun-bi checked her phone battery. It was 2%, meaning only one more call for help was available. She desperately searched in her phone number list, that would catch her call. Dohyun's face came up in her mind. "Please, Dohyun, catch my call!" Eun-bi's trembling fingers hovered over Dohyun's name on her phone screen. She pressed the call button, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and apprehension. As the dial tone rang through the tiny room, every second felt like an eternity, the fate of her plea resting on the connection. "Come on, Dohyun," she whispered, her voice filled with urgency. "Answer, please answer." Finally, a faint voice crackled through the speaker. "Hello? Eun-bi, is that you?" Relief flooded Eun-bi's being as she mustered all her strength to respond, her voice quivering with a mix of anxiety and gratitude. "Dohyun, it's me! I'm trapped in the supply room. Please, I need your help! I really really need to go to the bathroom!" Dohyun's voice filled with concern. "Eun-bi, don't worry. I'll come right away. Just hold on a little longer." Eun-bi's eyes welled up with tears, a glimmer of hope breaking through the darkness that had consumed her. She whispered her thanks and assurance, the sound of Dohyun's voice providing solace amidst the isolation. As she waited for his arrival, a newfound determination settled within her, bolstered by the knowledge that she was no longer alone in her struggle. "How much will you take? I'm on my limit.. I can't hold any longer..." She asked desperately. "Wow that's terrible.. I'm out now, so I'll be there in 15 minutes, so just hold on a little longer." 15 minutes. Eun-bi's final battle had started. Eun-bi's heart sank at the prospect of enduring another 15 agonizing minutes. Her voice, filled with a mix of urgency and desperation, trembled as she spoke to herself. "Fifteen minutes... I have to hold on... I can't let go now." Her mind raced, thoughts consumed by the relentless pressure within her. Every passing second seemed to stretch into eternity, the weight of her bladder intensifying with each tick of the clock. "Just a little longer, Eun-bi. You've come this far. You can make it." But as the seconds ticked by, her resolve began to waver. Doubt crept in, whispering tauntingly in her ear. "Can you really hold on? What if you can't? What if it becomes unbearable?" Eun-bi bit her lip, her face contorted with a mix of determination and fear. "I have to... I must find the strength within me. I won't let this defeat me." As she struggled against her body's relentless demands, Eun-bi's battle against time became a test of endurance and willpower. With each agonizing minute that passed, the need for relief threatened to overpower her, challenging her resilience and forcing her to confront the limits of her physical and mental strength. A sudden wave of urge overwelmed Eun-bi. One more spurt of warm liquid escaped. Eun-bi made her all effort to stop. Eun-bi gasped as another spurt of warm liquid escaped, the evidence of her struggle. She clenched her muscles, her voice strained as she whispered desperately to herself, "No, no, I can't let it happen again. I have to hold on, just a little longer." The urge intensified, threatening to overpower her resolve. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she fought against her body's demands. "I won't give up. I won't let this defeat me," she muttered through gritted teeth, her voice a mixture of determination and desperation. Every fiber of her being screamed for release, urging her to surrender to the inevitable. But Eun-bi refused to succumb, her willpower fueling her resistance. "I've come too far. I can endure this. I have to." With each passing moment, the battle within her raged on, the struggle against her body's urges pushing her to the brink. As she fought to maintain control, Eun-bi's strength was tested, and she became a testament to the indomitable human spirit in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges. Five minutes past. Ten more minutes to go. Eun-bi continued her endurance. The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity as Eun-bi's endurance wore thin. Her voice, a mere whisper, conveyed her increasing desperation. "Five minutes... ten more to go. Hold on, Eun-bi, just a little longer." The pressure within her intensified, becoming an unrelenting torment. Doubt and fear clouded her thoughts, testing her mental fortitude. "Can I make it? Can I withstand this for ten more minutes?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty, the weight of her predicament pressing down on her. She gritted her teeth, her hands trembling at her sides. "I have to keep going. I can't give in now," she muttered, her words a desperate mantra to stave off the encroaching despair. With every passing second, her body's demands seemed to grow stronger, threatening to break through her fragile defenses. Eun-bi fought against the overwhelming urge, her resilience pushed to its limits. She closed her eyes, summoning every ounce of willpower she could muster, knowing that the next ten minutes would be an agonizing test of her determination and strength. Five more minutes passed. Eun-bi squatted on the floor, holding her crotch with her most force. Her face was reddened, and her pretty eyes were filled with tears. She knew that she does not have much time left. Eun-bi's body trembled with the effort of holding back the inevitable. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with her sweat, as she fought against the overwhelming urge. Her voice, strained and filled with desperation, escaped in fragmented whispers. "Five more minutes... I can't... I can't let go." The pressure in her bladder reached an unbearable peak, threatening to break through her weakening defenses. Eun-bi's voice quivered with a mix of anguish and determination. "Please, just a little longer. I can't... I won't give in." Her body tremors intensified, her muscles screaming in protest. Doubt clouded her mind, making her question her own resilience. "Can I endure this? Can I withstand the pain?" Her voice wavered, a plea for strength. As the seconds ticked away, Eun-bi's world narrowed to the all-consuming struggle within her. The walls of the supply room seemed to close in, amplifying her isolation and the urgency of her plight. With her time running out, she summoned the last reserves of her willpower, clinging to the diminishing hope that she could withstand the unbearable and emerge victorious in this ultimate battle against her body's demands. After five minutes that felt like an eternity passed, Eun-bi heard someone was coming. Eun-bi's ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, her heart leaping with a flicker of hope. But as the sound drew closer, her voice, filled with both relief and desperation, quivered with uncertainty. "Is it... Is someone really coming?" Her trembling hands pressed against her aching abdomen, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. "Please, let it be someone who can open this door. Please, let it be my salvation." The footsteps grew louder, echoing through the hallway. Eun-bi's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to maintain her composure, her voice a fragile plea. "I've held on for so long. I can't let this be in vain. I need to be rescued." With bated breath, she waited, her body and mind on the precipice of surrender. The hope that had carried her through the torment of the past minutes now mingled with the uncertainty of what lay beyond the locked door. As the sound of the approaching footsteps reached its crescendo, Eun-bi braced herself for the revelation that awaited, praying that her ordeal would finally come to an end. She heard Dohyun's voice. The door opened with an electronic sound of the card key. Dohyun's face appeared between the gap of the door. "Eun-bi, are you inside?" Eun-bi's voice trembled with relief as she responded, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, Dohyun! I'm here! Thank you for coming!" Dohyun's expression softened with concern. "I'm so sorry it took me this long. Are you okay?" Eun-bi's voice cracked as she choked back a sob. "I... I made it... just in time." Dohyun extended his hand towards her, his eyes filled with empathy. "Let's get you out of there. Go, hurry, Eun-bi." With Dohyun's help, Eun-bi stood on unsteady legs, finally escaping the confines of the supply room, leaving behind the trials and tribulations that had tested her strength. She threw her body out of the supply room. But, as soon as she stepped out of the room, she stood froze, and her face burned red. Her body detrayed her at the last moment, she cannot resist the wave of the urge. She felt the warmness spreads, vulnerably. "Hssss...splash...spash..." Eun-bi's face contorted in anguish as the warmth spread, her voice choked with embarrassment. "No... not now... not like this." The sound of the liquid hitting the floor echoed through the hallway, an unmistakable reminder of her body's betrayal. Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered to herself, "I couldn't hold it any longer... I'm so sorry..." The humiliation overwhelmed her, tears streaming down her face as the scent of urine mingled with the air. The hallway seemed to hush, the silence amplifying her vulnerability and shame. Eun-bi's heart sank as she realized that her struggle, her endurance, had ultimately been in vain. With her body's needs now forcefully evident, Eun-bi stood frozen, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I can't believe this happened... What do I do now?" She tried to cut in the middle, but she couldn't. Her beige trouser was beyond the limit of absorbing. Small yellow puddle spreads beneath Eun-bi. "Splatter... splatter..." The sound of splatters hitting the floor reverberated through the hallway, a cruel symphony of humiliation. Eun-bi's cheeks burned crimson, her voice trembling with shame. "No... not like this... not in front of everyone..." The small yellow puddle continued to spread, the evidence of her mortification seeping into the fabric of her trousers. Eun-bi's voice quivered with despair as she whispered to herself, "I can't believe it... I'm so embarrassed..." The stifling silence of the hallway amplified the intensity of the moment, the weight of her humiliation pressing down on her. Tears streamed down her face as she stood frozen, her mind racing with thoughts of judgment and ridicule. In that vulnerable moment, Eun-bi's voice, barely audible, carried a plea for understanding. "Please, someone... anyone... help me..." The sound of her own voice seemed swallowed by the walls, leaving her alone with her shame and the daunting task of finding solace in the midst of her public humiliation. Her release was continued for a minute. Her underwear and trousers were soaked, her shoes were drenched, and the puddle of pee was unable to hide. Eun-bi was embarrassed, but also feel relief as entire pressure had been relieved. Her beige trousers clung to her legs, soaked and heavy, their once neat appearance now a telltale sign of her embarrassment. Her underwear, saturated with urine, provided no respite from the dampness that enveloped her. Her shoes squelched with each step, the fabric saturated and waterlogged. The unmistakable smell of urine permeated the air, adding another layer of humiliation to her already compromised state. The small yellow puddle beneath her expanded, a vivid reminder of her public display. Eun-bi's voice quivered as she surveyed her soaked and disheveled appearance, her inner turmoil evident in her whispered words. "I can't believe this happened... I'm a mess... How can I face anyone after this?" Mixed with her shame, however, was a fleeting sense of relief. The pressure that had tormented her for so long had been released, offering a semblance of comfort amidst the overwhelming embarrassment. With a heavy sigh, she mustered the strength to address the aftermath of her ordeal, knowing that she would have to find a way to regain her composure and face the world despite the stains and dampness that clung to her. Eun-bi's voice quivered with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability as she pleaded with Dohyun. "Please, don't look... I... I can't bear it." With both hands shielding her face, she hurriedly made her way to the nearest toilet, her steps heavy with the weight of her humiliation. Her soggy shoes squelched against the tiled floor, leaving damp footprints in her wake. Entering the sanctuary of the restroom, Eun-bi locked the door behind her, her trembling fingers fumbling with the lock. As she finally faced herself in the mirror, her heart sank. Her once-cute pink oversized sweater clung to her wet skin, the fabric darkened with damp patches. The beige trousers that had been her pride now sagged with the weight of the absorbed urine, their appearance ruined. With tear-filled eyes, she gazed at her own reflection, her voice a whispered lamentation. "I can't believe this happens to me... This is my worst day ever. How will I ever recover from this?" Her face, once flushed with embarrassment, now wore the marks of tears and shame. Her eyes, filled with a mix of sorrow and self-doubt, stared back at her, reflecting the turmoil within. In the solitude of the restroom, Eun-bi grappled with the reality of her situation, knowing that she would have to summon all her strength to face the world once again, despite the disarray that marred her appearance. Eun-bi's mind raced, panic gripping her as she surveyed the extent of the damage. Her voice, filled with desperation, escaped in fragmented whispers. "I can't go out like this... What do I do? How can I face anyone?" Her hands trembled as she tried to wring out her soaked trousers, but the fabric remained heavy and damp. The wetness seeped into her socks, leaving her feet cold and uncomfortable. Eun-bi's voice quivered with self-doubt. "I can't just walk out there in this state... They'll all see... They'll all know." Tears welled up in her eyes once more, her voice choked with frustration. "I've already been humiliated... I can't bear more judgment and ridicule." The weight of her predicament pressed down on her, the solitude of the restroom offering no solace. Eun-bi felt trapped, torn between the shame of her situation and the impossibility of finding a solution. As she grappled with her own vulnerability, her mind desperately searched for a way to salvage what remained of her self-esteem, knowing that stepping out into the world in her current state would only invite further humiliation. After few minutes of despair, she heard knocking sound on the bathroom. "Um... Eun-bi, this is Dohyun. Sorry for what happeded to you, I'll keep it as a secret between two of us." he talked in a tranquil voice. "I hang a bag of spare clothes on the door knob. I cleaned the aftermath and speaked to Mr. Lee that you are sick so you went to the infirmary." Eun-bi's heart skipped a beat as Dohyun's words reached her through the bathroom door. Her voice, filled with gratitude and relief, trembled as she responded, "Dohyun, thank you... Thank you so much." With cautious hope, she opened the door, her eyes meeting Dohyun's understanding gaze. The bag of spare clothes hung from the doorknob, a lifeline in her moment of despair. Eun-bi's voice, still tinged with vulnerability, expressed her heartfelt appreciation. "You're truly a lifesaver. I don't know how to repay you." Dohyun smiled gently, his voice reassuring. "It's the least I could do, Eun-bi. We all have our moments, and you deserve compassion, not judgment." As Eun-bi gathered the spare clothes, she felt a renewed sense of hope and gratitude. "Thank you for cleaning up the aftermath and for covering for me with Mr. Lee. I don't know what I would have done without you." With a deep breath, Eun-bi prepared herself to change into the spare clothes, ready to face the world once more, this time with a newfound appreciation for the kindness and understanding of others. In the aftermath of the fateful day, Eun-bi and Dohyun formed an unbreakable bond. They became confidants, sharing their hopes, fears, and dreams. Through their friendship, they found solace in knowing that someone truly understood and accepted them, flaws and all. Dohyun's unwavering support and kindness helped Eun-bi heal from the emotional scars left by her public embarrassment. Together, they navigated life's challenges, offering each other a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear. Their friendship blossomed as they laughed, cried, and created cherished memories together. Eun-bi discovered that even in her moments of vulnerability, she was surrounded by genuine care and acceptance. With Dohyun by her side, she learned to embrace her imperfections and find strength in her resilience. Eun-bi and Dohyun's bond became a testament to the power of friendship, proving that even in the face of adversity, meaningful connections can be forged, providing the foundation for lifelong companionship and support. As Eun-bi and Dohyun's friendship deepened, a subtle shift occurred within Eun-bi's heart. The affection she felt for Dohyun grew beyond the boundaries of friendship, and a delicate realization blossomed. In Dohyun's presence, Eun-bi's heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts lingered on him long after they parted ways. She cherished their moments together, treasuring every smile, every shared secret, and every supportive gesture. Her emotions danced between joy and uncertainty, the line between friendship and something more blurring with each passing day.
HELLO!! I wrote a story about a very desperate male house seller,even with the help of AI. I hope you enjoy....please let me know what you think( It's important for me) ( i was also thinking of writing a story about a tentacle alien with a wetting passion( maybe also messing). I hope you enjoy reading. ARTHUR: THE HOUSE-SELLER At 35, the years have been kind to Arthur. With coal black hair, piercing blue eyes and a finely chiseled jawline, he looks like he stepped out of a magazine. His class and charm were impeccable, and he was always dressed to perfection. He never failed to make an indelible impression on all those who crossed his path. With his suave mannerisms, he knew how to sweep someone off their feet. Arthur was a well-known philanthropist who was always looking for ways to help the less fortunate. His charm was not only skin deep and his heart of gold made him even more attractive. He was gracious and kind, and his beauty radiated from within. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word, with a regal air that left all who met him breathless. Arthur was pure, refined, and stunningly gorgeous; a perfect gentleman who stole the hearts of many. Arthur is a house- seller, he had been selling houses for a decade. He had seen the real estate market go through its ups and downs, but he had always managed to survive. Each house was special to him—he wanted to make sure that it was sold to the right people who would treat it with respect and love. That day Arthur checked himself in the mirror one last time. He was dressed in his best work suit, a light beige which gave him a professional look. His beige trousers hung low and were complemented by a red and white stripped dress shirt, and a light red underpants that sneakily peaked out from beneath his shirt. Only he knew that the two-tone suit was more than just for show. Arthur had heard from a mutual friend that there was a young couple who had expressed interest in buying a house. He was both excited and anxious about the meeting as he had heard that they were a gay couple both in their early twentie: john and peter. They were looking for a house to buy, and Arthur was happy to help them out. As they chatted, Arthur was surprised to find out that the couple wanted the house to use as a club for something called 'omorashi.' He had never heard of it before, and wasn't sure what it was. He was too polite to ask, but the couple could tell that Arthur was curious.When they met Arthur, they noticed he was a bit reserved. John and peter had a plan to try to figure out if he liked omorashi. They decided to make some trick jokes about holding one's pee, without saying omorashi. John started off by saying, 'It's hard to hold your pee sometimes, isn't it? I could never do it for more than an hour!' Peter followed up with, 'I always get an urge to go every time I drink a cup of coffee. How about you, Arthur?' Arthur smiled and replied, 'It's easier for me to hold it. I can usually make it for a couple of hours or more.' John and Jack exchanged a look, and John said, 'That's impressive. I'm sure you're a real pro at it!' Arthur chuckled. 'Well, I've had a lot of practice,' he said. By this point, John and Jack were almost sure that Arthur liked omorashi. peter and john were both taken aback by his beige trousers - they were so perfect they could have been tailored to fit him. The couple couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see Arthur wet himself while wearing those trousers.John and Peter had a plan. They wanted Arthur, the house seller, to drink a lot of orange juice, so they offered to take him out for breakfast at a nearby bar. Arthur was happy to accept their offer and the three of them went to the bar. Once there, John and Peter ordered a big breakfast with a lot of orange juice for Arthur. Arthur was very pleased and he drank the juice without any suspicion. Peter and John then introduced Arthur to some of their friends, who offered Arthur even more orange juice. Arthur was completely unaware of the fact that he had already drank more than 1.5 liters of orange juice. He was too busy enjoying the company and the conversation. John and Peter were happy with the success of their plan. He left the bar without using the toilet and he knews that as a seller it wasn't professional to use the restroom while on the job. Arthur had been a house seller for over 5 years. He prided himself on being able to show potential buyers the best of what a property had to offer. But there was one thing he never did: use the toilet while on the job. He knew that something as small as a flush could be enough to disturb potential buyers and put them off a purchase. He also knew that if you weren't careful when using the toilet, you could create a mess and leave a bad impression. But most of all, he knew that the toilet was a private space and using it while on the job could give buyers the wrong impression. After all, it was his job to make the property look perfect and inviting. Arthur drives John and Peter to see the first apartment, It took them around 40 minutes of driving,When they arrived, the three of them spent the next 30 minutes walking around the apartment complex, Arthur explaining in detail why this particular pad could be perfect for the both of them. Unfortunately, neither John nor Peter seemed particularly taken with the idea. The longer they stayed, the more convinced Arthur was that this was not the right place for his clients. Feeling a little dejected, he thanked the two of them for their time and moved on to the next listing on his list of potential homes for sale. Arthur drove for 25 intense minutes,but he couldn't help feeling uneasy, particularly as he noticed a growing sensation in his lower abdomen. and for the first time in that entire journey, he thought to himself, 'I have to pee.' But Arthur knew he had to focus on the task at hand, so he fought against the urge. The urge to pee was small, but he could no longer take it off and felt like his bladder was getting bigger. " Oh....i start to have a little need to pee....it will be a long day, let's start to hold." he thought to himself. After 10 minutes, He arrived at the destination and began walking up the stairs to the second apartment he had to show. With each step, he felt an overwhelming urge to relieve himself. 'Come on Arthur, you can do it,.........hmmm. i start to feel a very need to pee but i can hold" he told himself. At last, the door was opened and he showed the potential buyers around. Somehow, he managed to keep up a professional demeanor, even as the urge to pee kept growing. Arthur felt his bladder filling up as he showed the apartment to John and Peter. He tried to focus on the details of the prospective apartment, but as he took the couple around to view the kitchen, living room, and balcony, he couldn't help but feel the urgent pressure of needing to find a restroom.Arthur the house seller tried to stay calm. He had been showing the potential buyers around the apartment moving from room to room, and he knew he couldn't let on that he needed to pee, also because the toilet in the apartment is not working The buyers had seen pretty much everything they needed to by now, but he was expected to be the perfect seller and guide them through every nook and cranny of the place. He forced a smile as they asked questions and tried not to hold his hands too tightly around his waist, desperate to relieve some of the pressure. But the need to pee was getting stronger. He began to talk more rapidly, his sentences rushed and jumbled, in an effort to speed things along and get out of the apartment soon. His back started to ache. Suddenly, Arthur was aware of sweat dotting his forehead, and he quickly made an excuse about being too warm and went over to one of the windows, trying to keep his back from showing, and opened it. Arthur tried to remain composed as he stood in the middle of the living room. His bladder was so full it was as if he had drunk a gallon of water! He had been working with this client for some time, and there was no way he could leave the room to relieve himself. He was starting to sweat and it didn't help that the client was looking closely at every detail. He crossed his legs and shifted his stance, hoping the client wouldn't take notice. But the bulging of his stomach was becoming hard to hide. Sweat beads ran down his forehead and he tucked his chin towards his collar, attempting to hide his face from the client. " come on......oh my god....how i need to pee......maybe i drank too much at breakfast and now i really need to pee... i mustn't think at this. but....ahh....... i really have to pee.........how much is long this tour of the house.....why they don't buy immediately the house........ i mustn't say they how i have pee, i feel my bladder so full.....please....i want go away and run to a bathroom.." he was thinking with a a very worried face. Arthur was starting to have the feeling of a very full bladder and he tried to cover, but it was starting to be very difficult because his pressure was getting much highier every second that passed and john and peter was looking every singol detail of the apartment. Arthur starts to fidget his finger and was also moving one leg. John and peter start to notice how fidgety he was getting. " is everything okay, arthur??" peter asked. Arthur shufted his weight from foot to foot and grimaced " Uh yeah, i'm fine" he said thorugh gritted teeth. "john looked ah him suspiciously " You look like you really need to pee" N-no... i just have to....um...check something" arthur stuttered, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Are you sure?" asked peter "maybe you want to go to the bar to use the toilet? But this house is really beautiful and we would like to know everything about the apartment. Maybe you can hold your pee a little longer, you said earlier that you are used to these situations and we have noticed it. You will know better than us that the longer it holds, the more beautiful it is to piss. Take it as a challenge, hold it up until you can and well..... we have lost many times and we have many experiences to tell, but watch these videos". john and peter show arthur a video of them peeing in their pants. Arthur is shocked for the passion of his costumer and also because they understood how he have to pee., but John tells him "We like this, but we dare you because we know you can hold your pee. Besides, this house is so beautiful that it would be a shame not to buy it. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone, you are a good seller who meets the passions of his customers" Arthur was shocked but He remembered that his clients, John and Peter, had mentioned they liked omorashi, and now he understand what it is. But He felt a strange sense of pleasure in the sensation of pressure building in his bladder and he and was less embarrassed knowing of the passion of the two customers and had to sell this house. " ehm...no don't worry. I can hold, i m 35" he just says, but then he think to himself "ohh..why I refused to go to the bar??......but it's true that I like this feeling and then peeing after holding back.....well....at least they understand and besides they've already peed on several times. come on arthur.......you have to hold on... for a while and then...ah.....don't think about it......how long do I have to piss...." " Good..." Say peter " let us see the balcony. As they're reaching the balcony arthur sees the bathroom with the toilet he can't use. he thinks how nice it would be to use it and thinking about it, his pee runs even more- his desperate face does not escape john and peter. Arthur now was starting really to fidget and was becoming very difficult to speak for him. He had never needed to pee so much in his life and felt his bladder completely full. The situation was getting complicated, but he kept pretending that everything was fine, even though he was really desperate and he wasn't so sure anymore how much longer he would be able to hold his bladder. The worst thing though was that john and peter still seemed to have it for a long time.He had to concentrate to keep from squirming and he could feel the pressure building in his bladder. Arthur knew he had to hide the fact that he really had to pee. He was struggling to stay still and as he showed them around, he started to bounce on the balls of his feet, desperately trying to cover his discomfort. But the needing was becoming too strong and he start to look really desperate. His breath became more fast and his legs was moving. He start to bounce and even if he want to be alone john and peter continue to follow him. It was passed 3 hours from the breakfast and now his bladder was very full and he start to have afraid. He had never wet himself in his life and he doesn't want to pee himself now , but he start to feel something strange in his bladder.He desperately tried to suppress the urge but the feeling kept getting worse. His bladder was already tense and swollen, and it was starting to spasm with each step he took. The sensation was uncomfortable, and he soon started to feel anxious. His stomach began roiling as his struggle to keep the impending gush at bay intensified. He had to find a bathroom as soon as possible, but he couldn't ask for a toilet because john and peter was stiil in the apartment.. A big spasm hit him and he crossed his legs, he must stop to speak and his face become red. " oh noooo......i really need a bathroom ....please.....stop.....i must hold.....come on....ohh...." he was thinking while more spams start to hit me. He prayed the feeling would pass. But of course, it didn't.No matter what, Arthur could always rely on his ability to stay composed - even in the most desperate situations. He was proud of having never peeing himself in his life, and he had no intention of starting now, but this time being compose was becoming impossible and he start to feel really desperate and have afraid to not hold his pee. john and peter notice that arthur really has to pee and they smile at how he moves and try to hide it, but they keep asking questions about the house. Arthur was desperate. He had found the perfect house and was in the middle of closing the sale with his realtors, John and Peter. He had held his bladder for over an hour and he was in unbearable pain. Several times he had been about to ask if he could go to the restroom, but he was afraid that would jeopardize his chance to buy the house. The realtors continued to ask questions and go through paperwork, not even pausing to take a breather. Finally, Arthur couldn't stand it any longer. He blurted out, 'ehm...excuse me....... Is there a bar nearby? maybe we can speak about the house at the bar?' John and Peter looked at each other, confusion clouding their faces. 'What? I'm afraid there isn't a bar near here and we don't want to go. We can discuss about the house here. This house is very beautiful and we want to buy it. Mybe is for......the toilet??You can hold for a little......you said that you you can really? Don't worry sometimes accident can happen and let's play omorashi. Let's go to see the kitcken...' Peter said, a slight chuckle in his voice. " But........I..........ok let's go" said arthur, but it was very shocked Arthur was horrified. He pleaded with them to let him use the restroom, but they said no. He was shocked that they would deny him something so basic. He was on the brink of wetting himself, his bladder uncomfortably full after drinking too much orange juice earlier that morning. He tried to distract himself by inspecting the house, but his full bladder kept distracting him. he had never had to pee so much in his life, but he continues to hold it in with all his efforts. He glanced at the clock, willing the time to move faster. He wished he had gone to the bathroom before . He had been so nervous that morning that he hadn't thought about it. g He tried to appear calm and composed, but his full bladder was making it difficult for him to focus. He forced a smile and started to show them around the house, all the while trying to ignore the pressure on his bladder. " Oh my god, i never had to pee so much in my life and this two had don't let me go o the bar.....please.....i must hold....ohhhh......how full is my bladder...i can fell and also see it....please.....ooh no......noo....not again.....ahh.......what are this spasm....i must holdddd......" he thought to himself.. But the pressure was getting really impossible to hold and arthur couldn't deny to john and peter how much he needed to pee. Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his position, trying to keep a composed face as he desperately clutched the contract in his hands. He couldn't believe this was happening to him – of all moments, nature had chosen now to play its cruel prank on him. His bladder was protesting vehemently, each step he took testing his endurance to its limits. "Guys," Arthur finally spoke up, his voice a tad strained. " I-----I-----n------" he was saying. " please, is there a cellar in the house? how about the cost?" stop him Peter. arthur no longer knew how to behave, but his urge to pee was at an extreme level and he understood that he had no chance to leave the apartment immediately. he was hopping and trying to hold his pee as much as he could, but suddenly a sensation never felt before from his body made his eyes widen completely and his legs squeeze. a huge spasm caught him off guard and he felt all the contents of his bladder push on the tip of his dick. For the first time in his life he felt a splash of pee wet his red panties and his face was truly shocked. she could feel the heat around his balls and the wetness of his underwear, even though there was no stain on his beige pants. Yet his underpants were wet and he understood that for the first time as an adult he had peed himself a little, but what worried him most was that he was still running away from peeing and moreover in front of his clients. He stood still with a really desperate look and felt more spasms coming and started hopping around. He became all red in the face and began to move nervously losing all restraint. His hands often went between his legs and john and peter were looking at him smiling "Ehm....everything okay? they asked him. But arthur couldn't move and started stammering " i------i........mmmmm...." with a face that made it clear how hard he was trying to hold his piss in his now exhausted bladder. " oh nooooo.------why is this happening to me. I can't believe........why is this happening to me.....ahhh...I can't take it anymore.......but........my panties feel wet, what a strange feeling almost.....ahhh..no....not again.....ah hold on.....please......come on...come on....." he thought to himself. But another big spasm seized him and despite all his efforts another splash of pee escaped, creating a small stain on his beige suit. "Uh-oh, what's that? Maybe someone's having an accident? Don't be ashamed, it happens," Peter said, seeing the stain on his trousers. Arthur felt very embarrassed, but his bladder couldn't take it anymore and poor arthur understood. He began to jump and tears almost came to his eyes. But his body was sending him many signals that he couldn't take it any more and for the first time in his life he realised that his bladder was about to explode. he began to cry out "No....No...." but he could feel the piss pushing its way out and his bladder about to contract. it took a masterful effort to hold what he could, but his mouth opened wide. He began to writhe and bend over and from shame he closed his eyes He began to squirm and felt how full his bladder was with the litre of juice he had drunk. He gritted his teeth as a gigantic spasm seized him again. A great wave of despair seized him as he tried to hold up the dam that was about to overflow, but for the home seller, the time had come. First a drop of pee escaped from the tip of his willy and slipped down his leg, then he managed to stop himself, but immediately a splash escaped and finally he began to piss and could not stop himself. Arthur was pissing all over himself in his beige suit in front of his customers. He let out a squeal of pleasure and contrary to what he expected, he began to feel a great sense of liberation as he pissed. He felt the pee wet his genitals and also his buttocks, making his clothes soaked and then running down both legs until it filled his socks and shoes before falling to the floor making a noisy sound. Arthur really felt pleasure and pissed himself completely. Eventually his beige trousers were now dark and it was clear why, seeing the contrast between the dry part and the peed part. He enjoyed the sensation until the last drop of pee almost forgetting about the work he was doing and it was only by touching his pissed pants that he realized he had just peed himself in front of his customers. He stood embarrassed feeling all the wetness of his still dripping mautande and with a puddle of piss under him. In a low and embarrassed voice he said: "ehm .... sorry ... I didn't dare to ask .... and I couldn't take it anymore..and ... I peed myself". John and peter without saying anything applauded arthur and said "Yes...and admit it...you liked it just like us......accidents happen.....to everyone...even to us." Just then both john and peter started pissing on each other creating equally large puddles in front of them. Arthur was relieved and no longer felt embarrassed, on the contrary he admitted that he had enjoyed being passionate about omorashi. He managed to sell the house and has since become a regular member of the omorashi club.
Part One I was laying on the couch late one night. Past my phone in the corner of my vision, I noticed my roommate bouncing on her butt, shamelessly scooting into the couch. “What are you doing!?” I asked, shielding the display with my hand. “I gotta pee real bad,” she admitted immediately. “Then go!” “I’m almost done! Chill!” she leaned forward and typed faster, wriggling her behind. “Oh for fuck’s- I can’t even type right now! Ooh, my bladder is fulllll…” Her choice of words made my skin crawl. “Please go to the bathroom!” I whined, burying my face in my hands. “Dude, why are you always so weird about bathroom stuff?” “I am absolutely not the one that’s weird about bathroom stuff,” I retorted, looking at her now that she toned it down a little. “Well, we’re both a little weird. But you’re weird in some wacko, obsessive way that I can’t even understaannddd…” she lurched forward, burying her hands in her lap. I looked in the opposite direction. “It’s so gross when you act like this.” She got up and started toward the bathroom, pressing her fingertips into her crotch. “Dude, chill out. Everyone pees. Everyone poops. Everyone…” As she passed by me, she pressed her butt against the side of my body. “Farts!” I dropped my phone and froze. She was laughing hysterically. My hands started to tremble and I frantically pulled my sweatshirt off, throwing to the ground. I gagged, running to the bathroom and taking a shower. I stood under the water, leaning my head against the wall. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of my life. I was utterly unable to stop thinking about it. My mind just fixated on every revolting detail. The dry, bubbly pops against my arm. The way the warmth spread through the fabric of my clothes. The way the smell followed me all the way to the bathroom. I shuddered. Bailey teased me about toilet stuff pretty often, but this takes the cake. I couldn’t believe what she did to me. I’m always the butt end of her jokes. Even that unintended pun grossed me out. I ignored a knock at the bathroom door. She started banging loudly and didn’t stop until I said something. “Dude, our neighbors!” “You have to let me in, I’m gonna pee my pants!” she sounded genuinely panicked. “I’m naked!” “You’ve been in there forever, I’m dying!” She turned the knob frantically, pulling in vain. I’d locked it. “Please, I gotta go! I’m sorry I farted on you!” I heard her groaning and whining, plus thuds against the floor when she evidently started hopping around in desperation. “I’m dying, I’m dyinggg…” Her voice was getting choked. The door creaked. She must be leaning against it. “I feel like I’m about to explode!” I cringed. ‘Bladder, explode…’ Why did she have to talk like this? Why couldn’t she hide it behind ‘go’ or something? “Alright, I’m going, I’m going!” “Oooh, I’m leaking, I’m leaking…” she squeaked. “Ew!” I yelled at her as I cut off the water. I was a bit quicker than usual in getting dried and dressed, but I was too mad at her to rush. “Hurryyy…” she whimpered in between frantic, strained vocalizations. The moment I unlocked the door, she threw the door open and barreled past me. Her pants, already unbuttoned and unzipped, were down to her knees before her butt even made it to the toilet lid. As the sound of hissing and splattering filled the air, I clasped my hands around my ears and went to run out of the room, but I stepped in something that made me stop dead in my tracks. A warm puddle outside the door. It led into some drops leading up to the toilet. “Ahhhh…” Bailey moaned into her hands. She peeked at me, her face beet red. “I peed my pants again,” she admitted, sounding like she was about to laugh. Then she saw my foot and gasped, looking at me wide-eyed. “Uhhh-“ I groaned through clenched teeth. I started shaking with disgust. “It’s okay! Get-get back in the shower! Wash it off!” I could tell she was fighting not to break into laughter. But again, I was totally frozen. Plus, I couldn’t get any closer to her while she was still loudly peeing. What happened next was an out of body experience. I felt like I was about to pass out. My body walked stiffly through the puddle, not even trying to step over it. I tracked hot pee through the house and, trembling from head to toe, sat on the counter. I hesitated, noting the dishes in the sink, but I needed to do it. I swung my legs over and ran my feet under the water, using an excess of soap and letting the water get too hot. Between the fart and the puddle, I gagged and retched at the thoughts. I felt like I needed to scrub for the rest of my life, but I eventually just stormed to my room. That night, as I tried to sleep, I tossed and turned thinking of these things. I just couldn’t get them out of my head. Skin contact with the hot liquid that had just occupied my friend’s bladder was too much for me. “Ughhh!” I groaned, putting the pillow over my face. Again, I found my mind spiraling through the details I unfortunately pick up so many of. How it must have spurted out of Bailey’s peehole, despite her struggling, soaked her undies and cascaded down the denim of her jeans. The way it must have leaked out of the cuffs and collected at her dancing feet, trailing behind her as she frantically rushed to the toilet. I saw her butt flash for a split second. I wondered exactly how intense the urge to urinate was for her, if she let the pee out by choice to lessen her discomfort, or if her body released it in disobedience. I thought about the times when my own bladder was screaming for relief, a fairly often occurrence on account of my aversion to toilet discussion, and wondered how it compared. She pee’d so much for so long. I left before it had even begun to falter. I almost wish I would have went to the shower, simply to satisfy my curiosity about the volume of urine she was really retaining. I wonder… I sat upright. “What the fuck!?” I said out loud. The sensation to gag tickled the back of my throat. I had been nauseated by my own thoughts. I tried even harder to forget about this one. I literally tried counting sheep. But in my guts, a pocket of gas moved through my body and settled uncomfortably in my rectum. The large amount of it made it so I only had to relax to let it out. No pushing needed. It ripped dry and bubbly and warmed the booty of my pajama pants. It sounded exactly like my roommate’s. I felt as though the events of today were haunting me.
Part 2 Having stopped to get a soda on the way to work, I was particularly uncomfortable by the end of the day. I watched the clock, because when 5:00 came, I would get to go home and use the toilet. I’ve only gone to the toilet at work one single time, an occurrence which has resulted in me cutting Taco Bell out of my diet completely. Since then, I haven’t had another bowel movement force me to focus on maintaining my composure while I hurried to the toilet, straining my buttcheeks the whole way. Today, however, it was a surplus of urine that left me squishing my thighs together, absentmindedly gyrating my butt in the seat. I suddenly became aware of other people and made myself stop. I chewed my fingernails nervously. It came in waves, and I held my breath when the urge got particularly intense. Finally, it got close enough to the end of the day, so I hurriedly powered my computer down and started gathering my stuff. “Hey,” someone greeted behind me. I glanced up. “Oh, hey Sanjay.” “Want a cupcake? There’s a bunch in the break room for Marge’s birthday.” I could think of a few reasons to skip that, but I ended up saying the opposite. “Yeah, sure.” Another thing I had been looking forward to was the walk to the car, where I thought I’d be able to release the pent up gas I’d accrued throughout the day. Instead, I was about to pile a cupcake on top of it all. I went into the break room, said hi, said happy birthday, and stood there shifting my weight between feet while I nibbled on my cupcake. Unexpectedly, the conversation was pretty active, and I was sucked in. Somebody showed up with a cooler of drinks and I ended up standing there socializing with my coworkers for almost thirty minutes before we started thinning out. My belly was bloated with pee and I had only added to it. Plus, I needed to fart so bad, but it was difficult to think of a worse place to do it. I was almost constantly stepping side to side. When I laughed, I lifted my knee up a little. My urge to urinate was so urgent by this point that I was having trouble of thinking of anything else, and although I was having a good time with those that were still around, I needed to get home to pee. “Well, I should probably get going,” I said as casually as I could, squishing my thighs together. There was a variety of farewells and I took my leave, grimacing the entire walk away. I pulled my tight khakis away from my swollen belly as I went down the stairs. While I walked to the car, another fart moved downward and got ready to leave. But with my need to pee at this level of urgency, I was honestly worried about my ability to keep it in if I did that. I needed the relief so badly, though. My stomach was making noises. Still, it was better than a damp crotch, so I held everything in. I sat in the car and wriggled into the seat as I put the seatbelt on, groaning at the way the lower one squished my bulging bladder. I sped home. When I was confident that I was out of view of other drivers, I held my crotch and scooted around. Another 15 minutes of writhing and squirming, too distracted to drive, struggling not to fart and leak. By the time I pulled in at the apartment, I was frantic. Urine and gas had me blown up like a balloon, breaking as sweat as I jiggled and danced in the seat. I ran up the stairs, marching and holding my crotch as I unlocked the door. I swung it open and stepped inside. “Hey,” Bailey greeted, sitting at her laptop at the kitchen island. “Hey,” I feigned a casual demeanor, stepping lightly inside and shutting the door behind me. My bladder was screaming and I was clenching my butt to keep the air in. “Come check this out,” she said. I groaned inwardly, ready to cry. I went over by her and watched her start a five minute youtube video. I didn’t like this kind of video. I’ve never expressed interest in this kind of video. I forced laughter every time she did, discreetly watching the red bar move forward. I bit my nails, crossing my legs and swaying my butt around. “Anyway, you don’t gotta watch the whole thing. I just thought you’d appreciate that.” Ignoring the absurdity in the second part of that, I hurried off to the toilet. I felt like my bladder was going to burst if I waited even another second. “Hey,” she said suddenly. I stopped and turned, clenching my teeth. “You okay?” “Y-Yeah, why? What?” “Nothing, you just seem… Off.” “No, I’m fine!” I took another step toward the bathroom. I was about to fart. Whether or not I wanted it to, it was about to come out. “Is this about last night? When I tooted on you, and then you stepped in my…” “No! No, it isn’t, I promise, let’s just… Never speak about either of those things again, okay?” “Oh my god, it is, isn’t it!?” she stood up. “Dude, I’m genuinely really sorry. I took it too far, it was weird.” “It’s okay!” My face turned red. “It’s… It’s okay, really.” “I mean, I meant what I said, though. I just don’t get what the big deal is. You know how many times my siblings have made me get farted on? And then I had these friends that were relentless…” “God, I… That’s terrible. I mean, what else would make you do the things you do, I guess.” “Shut up!” she laughed, punching me in the arm. My legs were starting to tremble. I needed the toilet so badly I could barely take it. Again, I turned around and rushed to the bathroom. The moment I shut the door, I frantically unbuttoned my pants, marching and squirming around. I started wondering how close my current experience was to Bailey’s experience last night, busting at the seams, unable to stay still. Hers was probably worse, on account of the mess she made. I hadn’t leaked at all. Although my frequent holding had granted me a bladder of steel, so I might not be the best comparison. I pondered this in front of the toilet, barely retaining all of my gas and liquid waste. I held myself from both ends and squirmed, imagining the times I’ve seen her squirm and writhe and attaching these sensations to it. I felt high. This was weirdly exciting. I took my pants and underwear off and kicked them to the side, holding myself and denying myself of the relief I was so close to. I decided to try to let some gas out without peeing like she did. I relaxed my butt carefully while I grabbed madly at myself, marching desperately around the bathroom. I tooted, a dry and airy fart that forced me into a new level of pee dance intensity. I rubbed and squeezed, danced and writhed. My bladder was still so full that it felt ready to explode, but I lifted a leg and let out another fart. This time, I spurted out into my hands, feeling hot piss gurgle into my hands. I squatted down onto my heel to hold it, scooting crazily into it. Urine was leaking down my inner thighs and dripping from my hands, and my burning urethra was screaming for further release. I realized was giggling. Trembling with desperation and discomfort, but somehow giddy as can be. It was at this moment that I felt as if I woke up. The reality of my waste all over my hands, spreading down my legs and leaking to my butt… It set in quickly. I got onto the toilet, urine bursting out the moment I sat down. I sighed deeply, relief overtaking me as I finally drained my bladder. Not soon after, I let out a number of long, airy farts that released a substantial amount of strain in my gut. I pee’d for forever. While the stream went on, I dried my hands and my thighs with toilet paper. I shuddered at my bizarre actions. I shrugged it off as mere curiosity and tried not to think about it. While I washed my hands, I let out a couple of long, hot farts. Then as I was leaving, I stood at the door while I waited for the gas to travel through my belly down to my butt. A long, choppy toot. I imagined I was sitting on Bailey, getting her back for last night. As I left the bathroom, I shook the thought out of my head and hoped my tank was empty.
Part 3 Bailey smirked at me as I reentered the kitchen. “What?” I asked. “You could have told me you just had to pee bad. I thought you were mad at me!” “I didn’t-“ I started to lie, as if I could get away with hiding my bodily functions after leaving the toilet. “Well, I am mad at you.” “Yeah, yeah,” she dismissed. I sat next to her and typed away on my own laptop. I felt gas bubbling up in my belly, getting ready to come out. Annoyedly, my butt was apparently not done. I didn’t let it out, obviously. It sat uncomfortably until my belly gurgled with it’s retreat. It later came back with more volume and urgency, causing me to shift in my seat a little trying to hold it in. At that moment, I heard a long rumbling noise. “Ugh!” I exclaimed, tensing my shoulders up to my ears. Bailey laughed. “Never gets old with you, dude.” She fanned the air in my direction. “Can you please stop!?” I plugged my nose and got up, moving to the other side of the kitchen. I’d taken my laptop with me so I could remain in safety. My own fart was writhing uncomfortably in my gut, wanting out pretty badly by this point. Why was I so gassy today!? While I recalled the things I’d eaten over the past day, the smallest temptation to get her back came to me. I imagined walking past casually, then pointing my butt right at her and letting it rip. This was an impossibly unrealistic daydream, but if it weren’t humiliating and revolting, it’d be pretty satisfying. She raised her bum off the seat and pushed out another long toot, sighing afterwards. I made a face and shook my head, feeling my skin crawl as she giggled. Then she let out a small one. “Dude!” I scolded and left the kitchen. “I don’t know why I’m farting so much, I’m sorry!” she called ingenuinely. The moment my door closed behind me, I relaxed my anus and passed wind silently for several seconds, the last of it coming out in short little spurts. Over the course of the next hour, my flatulence increased in frequency and I became nauseated. I dreaded the impending bathroom trip. If Bailey found out I was pooping, she’d probably find a way to mess with me. I laid on my stomach on my bed, taking deep breaths to soothe the turmoil in my tummy. I groaned at one point as a cramp tore through my gut, followed closely by fart so long and loud that I worried it was audible outside of my room. Overwhelmed with discomfort, I took a break from my computer and curled up into a ball. Almost immediately, Bailey knocked. I sat up casually, irritated by the poor timing. “Come in!” She poked her head in the door, holding a familiar pan of mac and cheese that we took home from a party ages ago. “You wanna split this with me? We’re finally at the end of it.” “Man, I’ve been eating that like every night these past few days!” I complained. “I know, but it’s such a waste to throw it out!” “Is it even still good?” I asked, putting my hand to my rumbling tummy. She sniffed it and shrugged. “Smells like mac and cheese.” I sighed. “Yeah, I’ll split it with you.” I just wanted her to leave. I needed to fart so bad. Instead she came in. “Okay, I just wanted to say one thing…” I cowered up against the headboard. She does this all the time. “Bailey, stop! Dude! No-“ She turned her butt toward me and let out one of the most foul sounds I’d ever heard emitted from the human body. Then she strutted out, presumably to heat up our dinner. I held my nose and rushed out of there gagging, forced to leave the only place I could relieve myself of my own gas. I should save the toilet for when the rest of it inevitably wants out. I did my best to hide my bellyache, but I allowed myself to grimace. “That was fucking disgusting. You told me you wouldn’t do that stuff anymore!” She gave me a weird look. “No I didn’t. I won’t press my butt against you when I do it, but I was like ten feet away from you.” “You ruined my entire room for the next five minutes.” She cackled. “You can skip calling the exterminator, then. Here,” she put a bowl of mac and cheese in front of me, then lifted her leg and let some air warble out of her. “Ugh, god!” I took my bowl to the living room. “You’re ruining my appetite!” “I really don’t know what’s wrong with me today!” I looked apprehensively at my food. “Do you think it’s the mac and cheese?” “That depends. Are you really gassy today, too?” “N-no…” “Must be something else, then. I had a gyro today.” The pocket of gas in my butt was being added to by the second. Hesitantly, I ate the mac and cheese. It tasted fine. But by the time I was halfway through the bowl, I felt like I was going to explode. “Ooh, I feel like I’m gonna shit myself,” Bailey sat criss cross on the couch beside me, bouncing her knees. My heart dropped. “Let’s please stop talking about this while we eat?” “I’m trying to hold it in but it’s so bad.” “Why don’t you just go!?” I squirmed in my own seat, clenching my butt to keep from tooting. “Well, not shit. Just a fart. I don’t wanna gross you out.” “You’re doing an awesome job so far.” “Thanks,” she winced. “I’m suffering just for you.” “Which console is set up for the TV?” I asked, desperate for a distraction. “Umm, I think none of them,” she said, putting her bowl to the side and going up the the TV to mess with the wires. She sat on her knees leaning forward, and her shorts were pulled down far enough so that I could see about an inch of her asscrack. I cringed and looked down at my food. I nervously ate, unwilling to look back up for a minute. I could still see her out of my peripheral vision. At that moment, my belly cramped and I fought to keep all of my gas inside of me. It took so much focus that by the time the urgency started to recede, I realized that I was absentmindedly staring at Bailey’s butt. She had leaned further forward and worsened the plumber’s crack. My stomach tightened (even more than it already was), but I didn’t look away this time. I don’t know what came over me. I just stared and admired her body. She really did have a nice ass. And for some reason, the thought of everything she was holding inside… I shook the thoughts out of my head. I found myself doing that a lot lately. She leaned back and bounced. “I gotta…” she trailed off as she finished hooking it up, then came back to the couch with me. “Okay. What do you want to watch?” As she asked me, it felt like one thousand pounds of waste suddenly dropped into my colon, swelling my belly and nearly causing an accident right there. I straightened my back and strained every muscle in my body. A barely audible “urk-“ left my throat, and in a moment, I was utterly desperate to shit. “I might, uh…” I swallowed. “I might take a shower.” “Oh damn, let me poop first.” “What!? You just said-“ “I lied! I didn’t want to gross you out.” “Well, I don’t want to shower right after you…” “I have to poop really bad!” she wriggled. “Just let me go quick, I’ll use the spray.” I shifted in the seat. My belly gurgled and churned with intense discomfort. “That stuff doesn’t work.” “Too bad. No way in hell can I hold this in for a whole shower,” she said, getting up and hurrying to the toilet. She held her butt the whole way there. I sighed, burying my face in my hands. The cold sweats were already setting in. I needed to go so badly. This mac and cheese fucked up my stomach big time. I fell on my side and cradled my belly, feeling even more waste moving through my insides and getting ready to come out. I held my bottom and writhed in agony, my nausea reaching an all time high. I sat up, but held but midsection and rocked back and forth. I groaned inwardly, fighting the urge to be sick. At least now I could fart, but I wanted to be in my room so I didn’t stink up anywhere that she might be soon. I held my butt and went doubled over back to my room, closing the door behind me. I relaxed slightly, letting air carefully seep out. Before I was done, I felt the end of it suddenly creeping it’s way out. I clenched my buttcheeks and squirmed crazily, desperately retracting the prairie dog back into my overcrowded insides. As per usual with my desperate stupors lately, I found myself comparing what I felt and what Bailey must had felt. By now, she was probably refreshed, voiding or void of her waste. I needed to relieve myself so unbelievably badly. I could barely even fart without an accident. This feeling was unbearable. I heard her leave the bathroom, but I couldn’t yet enter. The room was undoubtedly foul smelling. A few minutes should do the trick, but I’m honestly not confident my ability to hold it. I was on the brink. Oh my god, I needed to let it out soon. I couldn’t sit still and my skin was slick with sweat. My stomach was cramping intensely and constantly. A knock at my door. “Did you still want to watch something?” “Y-yeah, just let me shower first!” I shouted. “I wouldn’t go in there for a minute,” she laughed. “You know what? I could turn on the fan. Make it go faster.” “You never turned on the fan!?” I groaned, wriggling miserably. “What?” she asked. Unexpectedly, she poked her head in. “I didn’t hear what you said.” I only had a second to pretend like I wasn’t dying. “Uh- nothing! I didn’t say anything,” I gulped, hoping she couldn’t see that I was straining my entire lower half. “Okay weirdo.” As soon as she left, I took my shirt off and rolled around my bed in agonizing discomfort. I know it might seem like an absurd alternative to sitting in a stinky bathroom, but Bailey ruins the place. If she says not to go in there, I trust her. I’ve almost gotten sick from her gas alone, let alone an urgent bowel movement. Speaking of getting sick, I felt as though my dire situation was making me delirious. I couldn’t think about anything but the screaming urge in my gut, the intense nausea and my tortured muscles. I whined and started to cry, holding my booty with both hands. My anus dilated under the pressure, matter writhing inside me like a disgusting snake ready to burst out of my stomach like that thing from Alien. I knew she had to have been less desperate than this. This is completely unreal. We were probably totally in sync with our urges, on account of our diets consisting of the same likely expired mac and cheese. Had she kept holding, we’d be in the same boat. A whimpering, desperate mess. I wished I would have made her wait. I was seriously about to shit my pants. I want to see her in this state, see how she’d take it. Would she take it? I bet some people just let go when it gets too much. I wished I would’ve locked her out like I did yesterday. As I rolled around desperately, my only two thoughts were TOILET NOW and how did Bailey feel? I became so unhinged, I almost wished I had locked the door and shut us both out, leaving us dying to poop together. I wanted- no, I needed to see her potty dance again. A particularly intense wave. “Mmmph! Hnngh-“ I whined, squeezing my butt. I was in hell. I couldn’t take it anymore. My fattened tummy was about to burst open and I had never felt this urge at such a severity. I held my bottom as I scrambled out of my room and into the bathroom, where I plugged my nose and shut the door behind me. My final thought as I gripped my waistband was ‘Bailey thinks I’m going to shower…’ I reached over and turned the water on, then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked dreadful. I was pale and sweaty, dancing desperately and holding myself. My belly was noticeably bigger. I felt like another second of holding would result in an accident, but I stood there squirming for a minute. I imagined I was Bailey, and this is what she felt like a minute ago. This was how distended with waste her belly was, and how close to disaster she had allowed herself to get. I took the rest of my clothes off and held my butt with both hands, waiting for no reason at all. The extreme pounding in my gut, begging me to relieve it, did not overpower my curiosity. I stepped under the water, still overfull of waste. I felt like I was about to die. I marched and twisted my legs up, biting my knuckles in pain. Except I wasn’t the one in pain. It was Bailey, waiting on the other side of the door. A daydream, of course, but this would honestly not be very hard to witness. Her tendency to hold for no reason is an almost constant occurrence. I couldn’t wait to see her desperate again. I felt so excited at the thought of her being in my predicament, this insane degree of urgency and discomfort, so much I was holding back… With another wave, I squealed and hopped in place. A small shit came out. I could do nothing about it, it just happened. I froze, holding myself and looking at the disgusting thing I just did. Once again, clarity came to the rescue, and I frantically sat down on the toilet. Immediately, I exploded. Hands cupped over my mouth and covered in goosebumps, I voided what felt like a hundred pounds. My bloated belly gradually deflated and I shuddered with relief. I hugged my knees and sighed blissfully. It felt so good to finally let it all out. My nausea disappeared as I sat there voiding my jam packed bowels. It was a conscious effort not to moan in ecstasy as what felt like an unrealistic amount of waste finally left my body.
My toilet exploration was getting dangerous. I almost completely messed myself just now. Now that I was in a neutral, comfortable state, the absurdity of my actions were clear. My desperation before entering the bathroom was unavoidable, as far as I was concerned. But holding it in the shower was just… bizarre. Why was it so fun to push my boundaries? What about this was I so fascinated by? I needed to figure this out somehow. Some google searches might be helpful, but I was worried about what I might find out about myself. I came to the possibly naive conclusion that this bout of strangeness may be alleviated should I witness the apex of all my shameful daydreams: Bailey, unbelievably desperate. It made a little sense. It was always what I tended to imagine, what drove me to prolong the discomfort that fueled my imagination. I saw her needing to go badly often, almost every day, but she always ran off at the last second. I needed her past that last second. Second turned to minute, turned to ten minutes, turned to a trembling, writhing mess of genuine, unbearable desperation… I snapped back to reality. To wish this on my best friend was totally cruel. I knew I could do nothing to orchestrate this. But if I only hung around her a bit more often, surely I’d witness something… right? Part 4 I recognized the awkward walk Bailey did on the way to the couch. This girl had to pee. After a minute of sitting still, she winced and jiggled for a second, then took a bite of her food and a sip of her drink. “Gotta piss!” she complained, rubbing her crotch for a second. I made a face. “Why don’t you go?” I asked. “Mmm…” she made a noise like she was thinking. With a worried grimace, she jerked her butt back in the seat and hurriedly started putting her things down next to her. “Hey, uh…” I started to say, scrambling my brain for some reason to get her to wait. “Can I show you something?” “Uh… Yeah,” she sounded surprised. I never share shows or videos with her. It’s always the other way around. I suddenly needed to find something to show her. She leaned back patiently, grabbing her food again. I wanted something long. Something she’d feel awkward about leaving halfway through. We didn’t always like the same content, though. “So…” I tried to buy time as I scrolled through, “I don’t know if you’re into this kind of thing…” She was wriggling side to side, watching the screen expectantly. “Documentaries?” It was practically the only thing recommended on my account. “Y-yeah, there was this cool one I saw…” “I like the animal ones,” she put her hand on her lap and gently pressed her fingers into her crotch. Her eyebrows furrowed nervously, coinciding with a change in sitting position. “This one’s about monkeys!” I put on the longest one I could find. She was looking down at her food and didn’t see the length. “Got to peeee,” she said under her breath. I watched her like a hawk through my peripheral vision as time went on. Her squirming got more and more animated, and her verbal complaints about her discomfort became more frequent. We were only about twenty minutes into it when she started genuinely grossing me out again. I know it’s contradictory, but I’m a confused girl at the moment. “My bladder, dude!” she said through her teeth. She scooted into the seat, grabbing and rubbing her crotch. She lurched forward and winced. “I’m gonna pisssss…” It got too much for me. “You’re being weird again!” I shielded the view of her with my hand. “I gotta go really bad,” she laughed. “This is super cool though,” she reassured me, and I realized she was trying not to interrupt what I was showing her with a bathroom break. This was perfect. Ten minutes after that, I saw her bare her teeth in discomfort and scoot her heel underneath her, wriggling and jiggling like mad. “Fuck…” she muttered, shifting in her seat every couple of seconds. At one point, she rested her hand on her belly, which was an expression of desperation I realized I’d completely unappreciated. She was cradling her aching bladder the way you would a sore muscle or a stubbed toe. She inhaled sharply, putting her hand to her mouth for a second. “I gotta fucking pee, dude,” she laughed, rubbing herself between the legs. Usually, I’d demand that she take care of it, but I was afraid she’d listen. “Oooh!” she groaned through clenched teeth, writhing in her seat. She pulled her shorts up to add pressure, giving herself a pretty visible cameltoe. Any reasonable human would simply ask to pause it if they cared this much about not interrupting. I was so lucky to have her. She pulled a blanket over herself, curled up on her side and stayed like that for a while. I was at first disappointed at her lack of movement, but when she moved I realized that her hands were down the front of her shorts and she was holding herself directly. I wanted to look away, tell her to stop, but I was so oddly excited. Ten minutes after that, she started kicking her legs and moving around erratically. She sat up, not taking her hands out of her pants. She was exceptionally shameless. “How much longer is this?” she asked, sounding strained. I felt a pang of guilt. “I dunno, do you want to pause? I wouldn’t mind.” “Uhh-“ I saw by the movement in the fabric that she was squeezing and unsqueezing herself with both hands, kneading her pussy desperately. “Ew!” I exclaimed, looking away and covering my face. “Sorry!” she chuckled. When I looked back, her hands were balled up by her stressed out looking face. She winced and jerked her legs closer together. “It seems like it’s almost over…” I was surprised by this response, and not just because it didn’t seem like that at all. I realized I might have a bigger part in taking care of her bodily needs than I thought. I’m always encouraging her to go, and now that I’m not… She crossed her legs and held them close to her, rocking back and forth. “Gottapeegottapeegottapeegottapee…” she muttered. She inhaled sharply and tensed up, her hands once again shooting to her crotch. She moved so that she was sitting on her knees and wriggled side to side, grunting and squeaking quietly. “My bladder…” she groaned, exasperated. I cringed, but I was enamored. Suddenly, the picture dropped in quality and it started buffering. I could see Bailey’s eyes light up with opportunity, both hands squeezing tightly. “Do you want a white claw? I’m gonna grab one real quick,” I said suddenly, getting up. She hesitated. “I probably shouldn’t, but I’m down,” she chuckled, scooting into her heel. “I’m gonna go…” “What flavor do you want?” I interrupted from the kitchen. “Uhh… Surprise me!” The show resumed the moment I got back. Bailey had stood up, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the TV. She crossed her legs and held herself as I handed her the drink. She hesitated, then sat back down on her foot. I couldn’t believe it. She was seriously still waiting. She had to be dying by now! Based solely her body language, she really was. The poor thing couldn’t stay still for a second. She must be holding back so much pee at this point, actively adding to it with the alcohol, on top of the dinner and drink she just finished. Five minutes later, she was constantly gripping herself tightly with both hands, writhing madly around. She brought her knees up, tossing them side to side, before putting one foot under her and scooting into her heel. Then, with a whimper, she lurched forward and brought the other foot up, bouncing and scooting like crazy. She wriggled side to side for a minute before she sat on her butt and parted her thighs, knees by her ears, and closely inspected her groin. She pulled upward on the fabric. “What are you doing!?” I said incredulously. “I have to pee so bad!” she whined like she was about to cry, holding herself while she kicked and thrashed her feet off of the couch. “I was checking for leaks…” It would be weird if I didn’t say it. “Why. Don’t. You. Go!?” “I don’t feel like it!” she sat back, watching TV, grabbing crazily at her pussy and tapping her feet. “Weirdo.” She winced and sat on her feet again. “You’re actually being less weird about it today,” she said as if it were a compliment. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you aren’t like ewww ew ew stop expressing basic human bodily functions! You’re jussssss- ooh-! Mmmph!” she lurched back and forth, holding herself and wriggling like crazy. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod-“ she covered her mouth and got up, one hand between her legs, and started to run to the bathroom. “There’s a difference between expression and obsession!” I hurriedly retorted. She spun around, stepping around and holding her crotch. “And what is that supposed to mean?” “I mean, you’re like obsessed with pee and farts and stuff!” I laughed. “It’s your only bit!” While I talked, she bit her lip and and writhed around on the spot. “It is not my only bit!” “It’s, like, your main bit.” “Well, I’m not doing a bit right now, I just have to pee!” “Well, we’re missing the monkey documentary.” “Oh shit!” she exclaimed, running over to see what was on the screen. “Go back after I pee!” she took off back toward the toilet. “How far?” She stopped in the doorway, jumping and squirming like crazy. “Let’sfigureitoutinaminute!” she said before she slammed the door. I paused the TV. I heard the slam of the toilet lid, a yelp from Bailey, an explosion of liquid splattering in the bowl, and a sigh in relief. My entire body tensed up and my first reflex was to resume the show and turn up the volume, but I refrained. I wondered how long she was going to pee for. As the hissing went on and on, reaching past the one minute mark, I dropped my jaw. Wow, she had to piss. I don’t even piss for this long. I hold when I can’t have total privacy, but she holds all the time for no reason. Her bladder must be so stretched, so experienced in retaining extreme volumes of liquid… As her stream tapered off, I realized my hand had wandered between my legs. I was tingly and excited. I wanted her to have kept holding it. I wanted her to come out here and… My hands shot to my mouth in shock. This avoidance turned fascination, this unexplained curiosity, the strange and revolting thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head… It suddenly made so much sense. I didn’t know if I wanted to gag, cry, or go in my room and rub one out. It appeared I had a fetish.
Context: This is a story about a kinky couple. They have a safeword. – Spark knew something was different tonight the moment he opened the front door and looked Ace in the eyes, and although his sixth sense didn't tell him what it was, his dick provided a theory: Ace needed to pee. His heart started racing in his chest, but he swallowed forcefully and took control of himself again. Ace was the stunningly, irresistibly cute trans girl who'd been his It's Complicated for almost a year by this point. He loved her to bits for all sorts of reasons, mostly non-perverted… but one additional thing that kept him hooked on her, one little detail he couldn't let go of, was that in all that time, he had never seen her go to the bathroom. The girl would never admit to needing to pee, even when they'd spent all day together, and whenever Spark asked her about it, she would shrug it off, murmur that she was “all set”, and change the subject. He'd tried this at several points during their relationship, and gotten the same answer each time: Ace was fine. She didn't need to go. Tonight was different. He knew it before she even came inside, before he even said “hello”. Something – probably he'd never know what, but something – had kept Ace from going to the bathroom today, and in the end, she'd come over without emptying her bladder. His dick hardened immediately; his brain switched to planning mode. This might be his only chance to see what he'd wanted to see ever since he'd caught sight of the wonderful girl from across the bar last Summer. First rule: either Ace or the bathroom (preferably Ace) must be in his sight at all times. He breathed, blinked, internalized the rule. It might be a hard one to follow, but Spark was not going to let this opportunity slip away. If Ace used the bathroom tonight, he would know. “You okay?” Spark stared at her, and slowly cracked a smile. “Doing just fine, my lovely birdie. Come in.” She came in. Spark let the door close behind her, then grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss, which turned into two kisses, then three, and then several minutes of making out. It had become their standard greeting. Second rule: offer the girl drinks at every conceivable opportunity. Even a full bladder can need a little encouragement before it really becomes a problem its holder can't ignore. When the two were done drooling on each other, Spark grabbed Ace by the hand and led her to the kitchen (a nice place to be, given that the bathroom was comfortably in line of sight from anywhere within it). Two two-liter bottles of coke came out of the fridge. Spark scrutinized his partner's eyes carefully as he poured diet carbonation into his own cup, and regular into hers. He saw no signs of discomfort, at least not beyond the baseline. Fine. It was only 6 o'clock. He'd break her soon enough. “You forgot the vodka,” Ace said when Spark handed it to her. “I heard today that it's better for you if you start with a non-alcoholic drink.” She eyed the cup, eyed Spark, eyed the cup again, then eyed Spark again. A question seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it, and just took the drink. The pair went to the living room, which was a less nice place to be, because it was around the corner from the bathroom. If Ace left the room, Spark would have come with her to be sure she wasn't peeing. They sat down on the couch, and scooched in until their hips were touching. Ace caught Spark's eye; the horniness peaked; they made out again. As they kissed, Spark planned. It might come across as weird to keep following Ace around if she didn't stay in one place, but… wait. “Hold on,” Spark said, pulling back from the kissing. “Be right back. I gotta pee.” Third rule: fuck the first rule, Spark would just lock the bathroom door. He lived alone, so there was no danger of a roommate needing to pee while Ace was over, and the door could be unlocked from the outside with a key he kept in the kitchen drawer. Spark emptied his own bladder first, washed his hands, opened the door, engaged the lock, and closed it behind him as he exited. That made his heartbeat pick up once more. It was really happening. He grabbed the key and put it in his pocket, collected the bottles of soda from the counter and then came back to the couch. “The faster you drink that soda, the faster you get your vodka,” he teased Ace. The question from earlier came back to her mouth, and this time she asked it. “You really think it's necessary?” Spark nodded. A lie. “It's just…” Ace said. “I dunno, I don't think I really need it.” He kissed her. “Come on, birdie, I'm not giving you any alcohol until you drink it.” The two had developed a bit of a dom/sub dynamic in the time they'd known each other. Ace looked up at Spark; Spark stared her down with a smirk. Finally she looked away. Submission. He picked up her drink and put it in her hands. “Good girl,” he said. Playing Mario Kart might seem like a bit of a step down from the pair's earlier interactions, but the way they played, it wasn't. Spark sat in the center of the couch, and Ace sat on his lap. His arms reached around the girl to hold his controller, and he rested his hands directly on her crotch. Whenever Spark won a race, Ace would grind herself on his legs, and whenever Ace won, Spark would reach under her shirt and give her chest a feeling up. Sometimes they didn't even wait until the race was over. Six races in, and Spark's brain latched onto another oddity: Ace hadn't won any of them yet. Normally she won more than half the time! By now her first drink was gone, and Spark had refilled her cup with more soda, and this time, a shot. But, he left the shot out of his own cup when he refilled it. Fourth rule: no alcohol. Spark wanted to be fully conscious and sober for everything that happened tonight. Three more races, and Spark's win streak remained unbroken. He wrapped his arm across Ace's chest, not-so-subtly resting his hand on her boob. “Something wrong, my birdie?” he asked, planting a kiss on her neck. “No,” she said. “Why?” “Because you just lost nine races in a row.” She looked to the side awkwardly. “I guess you're getting good?” “Guess so,” Spark said. “Or maybe you need to pee, and it's distracting you.” Her cheeks turned red almost instantly when he said it. She looked away again, a grimace on her face, unable to even respond. The next race started without Spark pressing any buttons. She lost that one too, as well as the remaining six races in the match. “Here, birdie,” Spark said. “Come to the kitchen, I got something I wanna show you. Bring your cup.” Ace brought her cup and set it down on the counter when Spark told her to. It was still half-full of her second drink (the first alcoholic one). “I need that to be empty,” Spark said. Ace glanced at the bathroom door. “Why?” “Gosh, you're full of questions tonight,” Spark said. “Because I'm going to make you a new drink I invented, that's why. Bottoms up.” Ace put the cup to her lips, hesitated, then closed her eyes and drank it down. “Good girl,” Spark said again. He took the cup from her, and stared at his girl with hungry eyes. “Ready for it?” he asked. “I could use a break first.” “Sure.” He continued staring at her, his dick fully erect and pressing almost painfully into the crotch of his jeans. As he stared, his sixth sense began tingling again. Having spent 90 minutes with Ace, he was more sure than ever that she needed to pee. The look was still there in her eyes, and now she was shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot, her hips swaying provocatively as her mostly-bare legs took turns supporting her body. It was all Spark could do to resist grabbing her short-shorts by the belt loops and yanking them down right there in the middle of the kitchen. He looked her up and down, up and down. His eyes couldn't get enough. Finally she smirked at him. “Someone's horny,” she remarked. He grabbed her by the shirt collar and pulled her into him. “Someone's sexy,” he replied. Ace smiled, and this time, it was less of a controlled, teasing smirk, and more a mirthful, giggly grin that she couldn't have contained even if she'd wanted to. She was still shifting her weight back and forth, though now that she was practically pressed up against her boyfriend, she seemed like she was trying to be more subtle about it. “You look like you have more to say,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. “Yeah, I do,” Spark said. “I got a question for you. Do you need to pee?” Ace's face turned beet red again, and her smile was replaced by another grimace. “Y-you're asking again?” she said. The swaying stopped immediately, and was replaced by a statue-still, if rather tense, standing pose. Got her. “I'm just making conversation,” Spark said. “So, do you?” She turned her head away, but kept her body where it was. “I… I'm f-fine…” she murmured. Spark wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. One hand grabbed her head and scritched her scalp. The other came to rest low on her back, then slid down a bit to find her butt. He squeezed her tight, trying to put as much pressure on her bladder as possible. His dick was pressing directly into her tum, and nearly pushing him over the edge. He wondered if the embrace was bringing her as close to the point of explosion as it was him… in a different way, of course. Spark knew the poor girl was forcing herself to stand still. Her body was too tense for the lack of motion to be natural. And from what he could tell, the aforementioned tum was firmer now than it usually was. Fifth rule: Ace does not fucking leave this apartment until she admits to needing to pee. It was too good. Too obvious. The girl was too fucking sexy to be let go without showing her hand. Spark would never be able to forgive himself. He needed to see her break. Finally Ace pulled back from the hug, and Spark had to wonder whether she was just satisfied with the amount of affection, or whether it was that she couldn't take the pressure anymore. “I'm ready for that drink?” she suggested. Spark patted her ass, and kissed her on the lips. “Of course, my good girl,” he said. He opened up the fridge and pulled out a jug of orange juice. “Hold the cup, birdie.” She picked it up and held it carefully in front of her. He uncapped the juice, looked her in the eye, and began pouring it in. This time he was sure it was affecting her. Ace was strong, but her eyes couldn't hide what she was feeling inside. She seriously needed to pee, and the splashing sound of the pouring liquid was making it noticeably worse. He poured until the cup was half full, then traded the orange juice for lemonade and filled it most of the rest of the way. Next he added a small handful of raspberries, and finally a squirt of concentrated lime juice. “Just need a shot of vodka,” he said. “I call it a Fruit Cocktail!” “Isn't that a salad?” Spark shrugged. “All right then, birdie, hit me with one of your genius names.” It was a running joke between them that she could think of a good name for almost anything, almost instantly. Quite a few of her names stuck around and became everyday phrases between the two of them. “Uhm,” she said. There was a silence. “Can't think of anything.” Spark smirked at her. She looked back at him and pretended not to know why, and he pretended not to know she knew. “Back to the couch, then? Movie time?” “Yeah.” Even in the Summer, the two lovebirds liked to cuddle under a blanket while they watched movies. Somehow it felt more private (and therefore, more intimate) than just sitting on the couch… as though the lamp would be spying on them if they didn't cover up. Spark sat normally, and Ace sat to his side, legs swung over his lap, intertwined with his. One of his arms was around her, helping her balance; the other hand was under her shirt, and its fingertips kept sliding down and slipping into her shorts. Spark couldn't help but notice that applying any pressure down there would reliably cause Ace to shift position, rearranging herself to get out of his grip and, presumably, relieve the pressure on her bladder. He did this periodically, trying not to make it too obvious what he was up to, but unable to resist the thrill of it. Half an hour in, and Spark noticed that Ace was starting to squirm just a little in his embrace. She wasn't full-on potty dancing or anything, but she couldn't quite seem to keep her legs still. She'd scissor them gently for fifteen seconds every now and then, cross them briefly and then uncross them a minute later, or wiggle in place as though to grind on Spark's lap. And every time she did one of these things, Spark heard a barely-audible grunt escape her throat under her breath. Spark paused the movie, looked at Ace, and glanced at her half-full cup. “Would you like another drink?” he asked. “I haven't finished this one,” she said. He smirked. “Someone likes to argue.” She gave him a look, and crossed her legs. “Someone likes to tell me what to do.” He kissed her. “Sure do, birdie. Drink up?” “Fine.” She picked up the glass, uncrossed her legs, bent forward a bit, and drank it. Spark reached under her shirt and scritched her back as she gulped it down. He tried to take the cup from her when she was done, but she gripped it tight and wouldn't let go. “I'm full,” she said. “Are you now?” “I don't want to drink any more.” “That's interesting.” Ace grimaced. “Unpause the movie.” “Yes, my birdie.” The cup she'd been drinking out of was (not by coincidence) the largest one Spark owned, around 800ml when full to the brim. By now she had drank more than two liters over the last three hours, and that was on top of a bladder already full enough that Spark had sensed something was up. It had to be getting to her. And by the looks of it, it was. Her squirming was amping up constantly; Ace was getting less and less subtle about the state of her bladder. By an hour in she was moving almost continuously, shifting her weight from side to side, repositioning her hands for no reason, and grinding her ass against Spark's lap to disguise the fact that she couldn't sit still if she tried. Spark wasn't watching the movie at all; he was entirely in his own world, focusing on her body, her bladder, her emotions, her everything. Fifteen minutes of grinding later, he couldn't take the tension anymore. He paused the movie again. “You definitely need to pee,” he said. Ace huffed. “Is this your secret fetish??” she asked. “I can't believe you're talking about that again.” He grinned. “It couldn't be more obvious, birdie.” She crossed her arms and stopped grinding, but Spark felt the immense tension in her body. It was, again, completely forced, and probably quite fragile. “I'm fine.” “You don't need to pee?” She didn't answer. “I think you might need to pee.” Ace rolled her eyes. Her face was the color of a tomato. “What's wrong with you?” “You're not answering my question,” Spark teased. “I said I'm fine!” “But you didn't say you don't need to pee.” “I… I don't.” “Don't what?” She glared at him. “Need to.” “Say it.” She squeezed her thighs together despite herself. Spark put his hands between her knees and pried them apart, forcing her legs to a 60 degree angle. She stayed silent. “Come on,” Spark said. “Full sentence. I wanna hear it.” “…I… don't need to go…” “That's not how I phrased it.” Ace looked at him fiercely, half incensed and half embarrassed, trying to play it cool but obviously quite riled up. She swallowed. “I don't need to pee.” Spark kissed her. “That's a good girl,” he said. “You sure?” “Yes. Can we please unpause the movie now?” “Anything for my sexy birdie.” During the rest of the movie, Ace kept her body much more under control. Her squirming stopped almost entirely, and was replaced by only the occasional change in posture or shift in weight. Her vocalizations, though, betrayed what was really going on. They were much more audible now, loud enough that she had to know Spark could hear her. Every two minutes she was grunting like someone doing overhead presses. Or someone getting punched in the gut. Or someone who desperately needed to pee but was constitutionally incapable of admitting it and excusing herself to use the bathroom. Spark was sure he'd cum in his sweatpants, but somehow he made it through the movie without an accident, and so did his girlfriend. She stood up and stretched immediately after it was over, and with her arms raised high above her head, arcing her body into a single, hotter-than-hell curve, Spark saw that her bladder was jutting out from her tum considerably. “Alright, I think I'm gonna head h–” Nope. Sorry, but Spark couldn't let her get through the rest of that sentence. He lept to his feet and stood next to her. “So! Birdie,” he said. He put his arm around her hips, and brushed her nose affectionately with his finger. “Birdie.” “Uh,” she said. “Yes?” She grabbed the waistband of her short-shorts with one hand, fiddling and fidgeting with it as the two of them stood in the empty living room. She spun her body back and forth at the waist, perhaps just a bit impatiently. “Birdie~” he said again. “What?” “Birdieeee~” he teased. She sighed. “Yes, my king? What is it?” “I was thinking we could try something tonight that we've been talking about.” She gazed at him. He grinned. “Bondage?” This brought a twisted, conflicted expression to her face. In their texting chats, she had been unspeakably horny for the idea, practically begging him to buy the supplies and try them out on her. And Spark knew she still was. They were on the same wavelength about this kind of thing. The only problem was how badly she needed to pee. Spark gave her ass a slap. “The supplies are in my car. I'd just have to run out and grab them.” “Hhh, um,” Ace said. She glanced over at the bathroom door again. “Okay, sure.” Spark grinned at her, kissed her, and then left the apartment. But he didn't head to the car immediately. Instead, he paused outside the front door, which was positioned quite nearby to the bathroom. He waited there in carefully-maintained silence for ten seconds, then twenty, then thirty, and then… …and then, as expected, he heard a quick sequence of two sounds that almost finished him off right then and there: first, the sound of someone rattling a locked doorknob, and then the sound of Ace's voice, saturated with dismay and exasperation, softly exclaiming “Fuck! What??” He suppressed a giggle of delight, and dashed down the stairs and out to the car to get the stuff. When he returned, he did what he could to put on a straight face. Ace was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, legs crossed and jiggling, arms folded across her chest, looking angrily to one side. She uncrossed her legs and softened her expression the moment the door opened, but Spark still saw it. “Ready?” “…yeah…” They went to the bedroom, Ace resting her hands on her crotch whenever she thought Spark wasn't looking. Spark tossed the supplies down on the bed and turned to face her. She was shifting her weight back and forth again, and her forehead was visibly shiny with a thin layer of sweat. “Lay down,” Spark told her. Ace obeyed. “Put your hands above your head, at the head of the bed frame.” Ace obeyed. Spark slipped a handcuff over one of her wrists and snapped it shut. He ran the other cuff through the bars of the bed frame, then locked it over her other wrist. Ace twisted her body back and forth, moaning under her breath. Spark put a hand on her crotch to keep her still, and found she was just a bit firm down there. “Lie still, my birdie,” he said. Ace grunted and moaned, but managed to stifle her writhing. Her breath was rough and fast as Spark cuffed her feet to the base of the bed frame. She couldn't stop moving. “Good grief, birdie,” Spark said in a mocking tone of voice. “You really couldn't be being more obvious about the fact that you need to pee. It's embarrassing.” Her face turned red again, a hot shade of humiliation and shame. “I… I… I don't,,,” she sputtered. Spark sat down on the bed next to her, and stuck his hand up her shirt, resting it on her chest. “You obviously do, my birdie. You need to pee. Badly.” “I don't!” she cried. The words were mixed in with her pained breathing. “I, I don't, I don't n… I don't.” “Well,” Spark said. “I'd like to see a bit more of your body. Really, I've wanted to see that all evening. I think I'll take off one item of your clothing every time you say you don't need to pee. How does that sound, my birdie?” Ace was beginning to sniffle. Her body started twisting again. Her legs desperately tried to cross themselves, but couldn't get far because of the cuffs on her ankles. She didn't answer. Spark put his hand on her bladder bulge, which by this point was considerable. “Do you need to pee?” he asked. “No,” she whimpered. Spark grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it up over her head and arms, exposing her bra. He put his hand back on her tum and gave it a firm squeeze. Ace groaned and squirmed away. “It's so obvious,” Spark said. “You're dying to pee. You have been for hours.” “No,,,” Ace said. Spark reached under her back, unhooked her bra, and yanked it off of her, throwing it across the room. He slapped his hand down on her bladder hard, and she cried out in pain. “Your bladder is bursting. Your muscles are exhausted. You couldn't possibly need to pee more urgently.” “I-I-I'm.. nngngnggggg I'm fine!!” she yelled through gritted teeth. She squirmed and writhed under his grip, knees knocking together, butt slamming against the bed as she struggled against the bonds. Spark grabbed her shorts by the waistband and began unbuttoning them, making no effort not to dig his fingers into her bladder as he did so. He pulled them down around her ankles, leaving Ace exposed to the world, chest completely bare, crotch covered only by a pair of panties. “Please,” she said. “Please, please, Spark, hhhhh, please!” Spark smirked at her, and cupped one of her boobs in his hand. “You tried to use the bathroom while I was out getting these handcuffs.” That broke her. Her face completed its transformation into a tomato, and tears began streaming from her eyes. Her body was shaking with the pain and stress of holding her pee, and when she spoke, her voice was in pieces. “I-I-I-I-I-… ngn, I, nnnnnngggg, no, no, no, I, I, hhhh, I d-d-, I, I d-didn't!” Spark leaned in to kiss her on the lips, a gesture she managed to return despite her utterly fractured state of mind and body. “Sorry, birdie, but that was your last chance to get out of this.” He hooked his thumbs around the hem of her panties, and slowly dragged them down her legs, revealing her already partially-erect penis as they slipped off of her hips. He brought them down to her ankles too, put a hand on his birdie's chest to let her know he loved her, and grabbed what she once told him was his. His heart was pounding, her heart was pounding, the energy was palpable, and he began to rub. Ace's variously-inspired vocalizations merged together into one continuous stream of sound, sobbing and crying and laughing and begging and moaning with pleasure and needing to pee all at once. Her body was still twisting and writhing in place, simultaneously because she needed to pee as badly as she ever had in her life, and because she couldn't for all the world get enough of Spark's hand. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, telling her over and over how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how badly he'd been wanting her, what a good girl she was being, and how he wasn't going to slow down until she finished. She'd never felt more like herself. Finally it happened. Gasping and shivering with pleasure, Ace tipped over the edge and came on Spark's hand, on herself, and on the bed. Spark rubbed her just a little longer to make sure she was satisfied, and then leaned in and kissed her on the lips again. “You're a perfect girl,” he said. “A perfect girl.” “Hhhhhfmasndf fuckkk fuck fuck nnnnngngggg fuck, thank you, thank you, hhhhh fuck, hmgmshgmalmnhmmhdaljhhffffffff, hhh, thank you, ,, thank you, hhh, I love you, hhh, fuck… I… I love you…” Finally, for the first time in an hour, her body became still. She was breathing hard, but was slowly relaxing into a state of tranquility and bliss. “Ohhhh my godddd,” she moaned. “Spark.” “Yes, my love?” “I love you.” “I love you too.” They kissed again. For a few moments, they simply lay there, Spark's hand still resting on Ace's belly, still covered in her cum, just enjoying each other's touch and presence. But of course, there was another aspect of the situation that neither of them could forget. Within a minute, Ace was moving again, rocking her hips slowly from side to side under Spark's touch. “Something wrong, my wonderful birdie?” he asked. He wiped his soiled hand mostly clean on the bedsheets, and rested it on her shoulder. She grimaced, and looked to the side. “N-nothing,” she said. He felt her abs tense up in his hand, and the girl stopped moving temporarily… but seconds later, she was right back to it, and seconds after that, she was squeezing her thighs together uncontrollably. Her whole body was tense. Spark smirked at her again. “You need to go to the bathroom.” “I-I don't–” “You've needed to go since you got here.” “…” “You probably haven't gone all day.” She looked into his eyes. Everything about her body language was frantic. Her skin was covered in sweat. She was having an emergency. “I-I'd like to be untied now.” “So you can go to the bathroom?” She swallowed, and squeezed her eyes shut. “I'm not untying you until you admit it,” Spark said. “…” “Why do you need to be untied?” “…” He leaned in close, kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear. “Is it so you can go to the bathroom?” Ace nodded. “Use your voice. Full sentence.” “…” “Come on. Now.” “…” “…” “…it's so I can go to the bathroom…” A domineering grin spread across Spark's face. He smacked her bladder again. “Guess what?” She opened her eyes and stared timidly at him. “No.” “…what…?” “No. I'm not letting you go.” Ace blinked. “Ghh… I… what? …please?” He shook his head. She was full-on writhing again, twisting in place and panting with pain. Panic was slowly dawning on her face. “P… please?” “No.” “Wh… ghhh,” she moaned. “What… what do you need me to do to get untied?” Spark just smiled at her, gripping her bladder in his hand. He didn't need anything he didn't already have. “U-uhm, Spark? Do you… just want me to say that I… need to pee? Is that it? You kept asking…” “…” “Okay, um, hey, I…” She swallowed. “I need to pee. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear? I… have to pee.” With every word her squirming became more frantic, her voice more pained, the sweat on her naked body more visible. “Can you… can you untie me now? Please? I really… I really need to pee. Please.” “…” “Ghh… oh my god, please, Spark. Please. I really… need to pee now. I need to go to the bathroom. You kept asking me if I needed to pee. Yes, Spark, I need to pee. Okay? You were right, I haven't gone all day. I didn't get a chance. I needed to pee when I got here. And I need to pee now. Spark. Please.” The silence was torture. Intentional torture. “I… hfff… I don't… I don't know what else you want me to say. I… I've been hiding it all evening, I was gonna wait until I got home. Okay? I was hiding it. I've needed to pee this whole time. B… badly.” “…” “Spark. Seriously. I don't want to pee on your bed. Seriously. Please.” The girl was struggling violently against her bonds now. Tears were coming back to her eyes. Spark leaned his weight into her bladder, and Ace started turning incoherent. “Please, please, ohmygod, p-please, I… it's… please, Spark, it's so ur-, ghh, please, I-I can't, I can't wait. S-spark, please.” Spark only grinned, and leaned in harder. He knew it was coming. “S-spark!! Please! It's g-gonna, i-it's gonna l-l-leak! I- hhhh, nnnnngngggGGG!!” The first jet of pee spurted out of her, and dribbled onto the bed with an audible patter. Ace broke down crying, her sobs punctuated only by continuous groans of effort and pain. Spark ran both hands up and down her body, feeling every part of her, loving every part of her, and helping himself generously to, among other things, her overburdened bladder, which he squeezed and pressed and rolled to his delighted satisfaction. Another spurt of pee came out as he tortured it. He kept on playing until another followed, and then another after that, and finally, Ace simply couldn't stop the flow. The pee leaked out in an unbroken stream, just a trickle at first, but soon enough an appreciable jet. It puddled up on the bed, soaking Ace's ass as she lay there helpless, then Spark's too as he sat there next to her. He kissed and caressed and praised her ceaselessly as she peed, dipping his hand into the stream to feel her warmth, pressing on her tum to make the pee come out faster, and loving his girlfriend infinitely more than he ever had before. Finally, the pee was done. Any more and it would be spilling out over the edges of the bed and onto the floor. There must have been a liter and a half of it. No wonder he'd never seen her go before. She probably barely ever needed to. Spark lay down next to Ace and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead and softly telling her how beautiful she was as she sobbed. Until finally, like the pee, the tears stopped too. Ace opened her eyes. They looked at each other. “Doing okay?” Spark asked. He touched her cheek gently with two fingers. Ace looked around the room: at Spark, at the ceiling, at the soaked bed, at her own bare crotch, and finally back at Spark. “Yeah,” she said. He kissed her. “Wanna do something like this again some time?” “…” “…” “Yeah.”
I’m sitting in class, struggling to keep my eyes open during the dullest lecture imaginable, when I hear the telltale pattering. The cute blonde who sits next to me had stealthily pulled her tight yoga pants down and was displaying her slightly hovering peach-shaped ass, which was connected to the seat by a pale yellow stream that flowed over the side in a sputtering waterfall. A growing golden puddle began to form and slowly crept towards my backpack. I yanked it away just in time. The girl, I think her name was Gina, gave me a sheepish look of apology. A few others at nearby desks looked around to identify the sound, and when they recognized the source they simply went back to jotting notes. It was amazing how quickly people got used to the new water conservation laws. As of three months ago, public urination was made not only legal but mandatory. Wasting a toilet bowl of water simply for peeing was now punishable by a fine and community service. Why this law only applied to women was still a mystery, but the public had quickly adapted. It was impossible to walk anywhere now without spotting a woman or multiple women squatting, standing, hovering, or whatever stance they chose while unleashing a pent up stream of urine. Gina crumpled up a sheet of paper from her notebook, wiped, tossed it in the river she just made, and pulled her pants back up, refocusing her attention on the teacher, who gave no indication he cared or even noticed what just transpired. In the early days of the new law, known colloquially as “The Pee Law’, it was a whole production between the girls expressing their shyness and the people around them overcoming their own awkwardness after the fact, but by now a bladder emptying was as routine as sneeze or cough. The resulting mess was always a bit of a concern, but the numerous campus custodians recently employed always cleaned it up before the next class like clockwork. Finally, after what felt much longer than the class’s hour long runtime, we were set free. It was a relatively short walk back to my dorm, but still I caught multiple glimpses of girls spraying their piss wherever they deemed appropriate. Some dashed away to water the grass, talking to their friends all the while, while others had more fun with it. I watched one perched over a trash can, her face steadily changing to one of relief as she peed all over the trash within. Amanda, a slender brunette I chatted with a few times before class started, came up to me as I was staring at the trash-pisser. I tried to play it off like I was just looking idly in the distance, but her sly smile made me think she noticed. “Hey, do you mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday? I was out helping a friend move.” I had a bit of a crush on Amanda, even though we barely knew each other, so my heart began to flutter as I responded. “Yeah, of course,” I said as I stopped walking and unslung my backpack. “Thanks so much!” She fidgeted slightly in what I at first thought was anticipation for the notes, but as another girl replaced the previous one on the nearby trash can, her eyes closing and mouth dropping open as her relief began, Amanda commented, “Ugh I hate how some girls have gotten so used to the Pee Law already and here I am holding it in til I can find some privacy.” My ears perked up at this. “It doesn’t seem like people mind anymore,” I said, “but I totally get your hesitance. It’s a lot of programming to overcome.” I handed her the notes and she smiled. “Yes, exactly! You guys pee wherever you want law or otherwise, but us gals are way more used to needing a toilet.” As she said this her hand shot towards her crotch and her leg wobbled. “It’s even worse having to go and seeing everyone else peeing all over the place. I’m barely gonna make it back to my dorm.” I didn’t want to overstep her boundaries but I couldn’t resists prying more detail out of her. “What would you even do when you get to your dorm? It’s not like you can use the toilet even there, unless you’re more of a rebel than you let on.” She laughed. “If you must know,” she said playfully, “I have a bucket I pee in that I then empty out the window when it gets full.” “Guess I better stay alert if I walk by your building then if I don’t want a surprise soaking!” She laughed again, this time moving incrementally closer to me. “Don’t worry, I make sure there’s nobody underneath.” She then cringed and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Actually do you think I could ask another favor? My building is all the way across campus and you live in the new one right over there past the café right?” My heart beat faster and faster. “That’s right. Did you want to-“ I almost said ‘use my toilet’ but that no longer made sense. “Could I just maybe use…something in your room that would give me some privacy? Like it’s not even that I don’t want to go right here, I psychologically can’t pee out in the open like this, and it would get really embarrassing squatting with my pants down and nothing happening.” I could hardly believe my luck. When the Pee Law first passed I was in heaven, but to my great disappointment truly exciting opportunities to watch girls pee in public had been limited to casual, by-the-books pees. It’s been a wild ride, don’t get me wrong, but the intimate experiences I fantasized about at the legislations inception had yet to materialize. “No problem at all.” I tried to sound casual but my lightly quivering voice betrayed me. “Thank you so much!” As she expressed her gratitude, another girl, this one a classmate of ours, waved to us as she walked past and suddenly sat down on a nearby bench, wiggled out of her pants, and shot a stream through the slats that pooled rapidly on the concrete below. “Umm,” Amanda began as the new sight presumably sent another spasm to her bladder, “Do you mind if we hurry?”
The Pee Law Part 2 My dorm room was pretty barren. I spent a lot of time studying at the library and working a few odd jobs around town so I never got around to decorating or even really furnishing the place. Besides the tiny bed, rickety desk, and moldy wardrobe the college provided, I had only added a few posters and a couple knick-knacks of memorabilia from back home. It wasn’t exactly a smooth spot to take a girl, but it was functional. When we entered, Amanda rushed past me and looked around frantically. “Oh my god I’m about to wet my pants!” she cried. Her hands shot to her crotch and by the way she was squirming it seemed like she’d completely lose it if she took another step. I of course would have welcomed such a turn of events but some vaguely chivalrous notion overrode my keen interest in the situation, and so I said, somewhat awkwardly, “Well, the bathroom’s right through that door. I’ll just wait out here.” Each of the male dorms had rooms with attached bathrooms, but the female dorms had just one public bathroom on the first floor, and that was only available to male guests (although plenty of girls used it when shyness or convenience called for it, despite the potential fine they could incur.) Amanda took a step forward and stopped. “You know, I really should train myself not to rely on a toilet. I’m not always gonna have a nice guy for an escort every time I have to take a leak.” She looked at me, her legs lightly trembling. “Do you have something else I could use?” It took every ounce of self control not to show my excitement, either in the tenor of my voice or through other more physically apparent means. “I don’t have a bucket or anything, but…” I scanned the room and spotted an empty water bottle. “Here, you could use this?” Amanda snatched the plastic bottle out of my hand and moved to pull her pants down when she caught herself. “Oh sorry, I guess I shouldn’t do this right in front of you. I’ll just take it in the bathroom and-“ her speech cut off suddenly and her eyes shot open. I was about to ask what was wrong when I saw her crotch darkening and heard a barely audible hissing noise. “Oh my god, I’m pissing myself!” She cried as she moved again to pull her pants down. Unfortunately, in her frantic haste, she wound up knocking the bottle out of her own hands just as she pulled her clothing down to her knees. At this point she was in full flow, the yellow stream poured into her panties and all over her hand. It was an explosive, thick stream that covered her clothes but also sprinkled out in every direction, coating the floor with yellow droplets. She made a move to pick up the bottle, which had rolled all the way across the room, but at the same time I also lunged to pick it up for her. Like a couple of vaudeville actors we collided right into each other and fell to the ground in a two-person heap. Amanda lay across me, her pee gushing violently onto my pant leg. We both tried to get up at once which only sent her stream sputtering every which way, soaking the lower half of my torso. She was also completely covered in her own pee, her entire lower half dripping and still getting continuously doused. I managed to pick myself up, trying not to slip in the expanding lake on the floor, and step away from the peeing, crying but still unbelievably beautiful girl on my dorm room floor. She tried to get up yet again but the way her pants dangled halfway around her knees thwarted her effort and she fell slightly backwards, her legs splayed in the air, and sent a massive gush of pee in a perfect arc through the air. I stood completely transfixed on the sight. I would have continued silently and excitedly observing but that nagging sense of right and wrong cracked an electric whip through my nervous system and sent me into overdrive in an attempt to save the poor girl some dignity and a few unsoaked articles of clothing. Amanda, having given up on trying to stand, was now futilely trying to cover the stream with her hands, as if she could plug the flow, but it forced its way through her fingers while making a sucking, squirting sound and bursting outward in a wide, horizontal shotgun-like spread. The empty bottle was directly in the line of fire. When I crouched down to pick it up my chest was covered by the ceaseless fountain, which made Amanda yelp in shame. She buried her face in her hands, seemingly forgetting or ignoring the fact they were covered in pee, and began to sob. “Here’s-“ I began to offer her the bottle but in her state it was clear she was utterly defeated and resigned to her urinary fate. Without skipping a beat, I crossed the room and bent down next to her. Her pee was still gushing in a voluminous spray. Acting quickly, I tentatively placed the bottle near the source of her stream and, without trying to look too long at her privates, I tilted the bottle so that it was placed directly under he gushing hole. At first the two openings were not fully aligned and this only resulted in an even more frantic burst of urine that exploded in all directions, covering us both with a heavy sprinkling. Taking a second, more thoughtful look, I realigned the bottle and successfully placed it. It wasn’t perfect. The female anatomy doesn’t lend itself well to bottle-peeing, and a thin rivulet poured down the side onto my hand, but it was a massive reduction in the mess that was being created just moments before. The bottle was filling up at rapid speed. “How could she still have so much left!” I thought to myself. The yellow liquid now filled half the bottle, which was becoming warmer and wetter by the second. Amanda had reduced her sobs to sniffled and looked at me sheepishly as her pee continued to flow. “I’m sorry,” she said in a thin voice. “Don’t worry about it,” I replied. I wished I could reassure her more, but I needed full concentration to address the hydraulics of the situation. The pitch of liquid hitting liquid grew higher as the bottle filled. It was nearly at the top, but miraculously it seemed the stream was beginning to taper off. Amanda had a distant look in her eyes, as if she wished she could be anywhere else but there right now. With just inches to spare, her pee finally stopped before overflowing. The room, which had been ringing with the sound of sobs and spraying pee for the past minute or so, had gone completely quiet as the two of us contemplated our next move. Here she was, sitting in a puddle of her own pee with her vagina on full display, and here I was, inches away from it holding a full bottle of her pee. Without another word, Amanda jumped up, adjusted her clothing, and sprinted out of my room. I wanted to stop her, tell her it was okay and there was no reason to be embarrassed, but it behooved me to find a cap for the bottle before anything else. Once I properly secured the urine-filled bottle, I gazed at the door she had just slammed behind her with a deep sense of regret. “This will probably be the last time she speaks to me,” I thought to myself.
The Pee Law Part 3 The next few days of class were unbearably awkward. Whenever Amanda made eye contact with me in class, her face turned beat red, and she’d make an effort to focus her full attention on the lecture. On Friday our professor, a fairly recent grad of this very university who insisted we just call her Sasha, was re-explaining the regulations that would be in place for the upcoming midterm exams. “Now because of the time constraints you’ll be facing between studying and actually taking exams, the usual rules need to be tweaked, particularly in regards to the Pee Law.” She cleared her throat and slightly blushed; Amanda wasn’t the only woman not yet fully accustomed to the new urinary expectations. “The students who normally clean the rooms in between lectures will be unavailable during midterm week, so the girls in this class will need to be a little less free with their….habits, for a time.” Sasha was referring to the part-time custodial positions offered to students on certain financial plans. You see, water conservation wasn’t the only reason for the Pee Law; it was also a surprisingly effective way to boost jobs. “The girls may still, uh, urinate whenever the need arises,” Sasha continued, “but you’ll need to make use of a container of sorts. I recommend something with a wide opening, like a Gatorade bottle.” Some of the girls groaned at this, and all looked at least a little disappointed. Not only had many of them grown to enjoy aiming their streams freely in the classroom, but they also imagined the logistical challenge this would pose. “I know this isn’t ideal,” Sasha went on, “but we just need to power through this one week.” A girl named Jess raised her hand. “What do we do if we need to go today but didn’t bring a container?” “The normal rules still apply until next week, so please take care if your needs as you see fit.” Sasha responded. Jess looked relieved, as did some of the other girls. As Sasha pivoted into explaining details about the actual exam, I kept my eyes on Jess. She was a petite brunette, but despite her diminutive size I’ve watched her unleash a tsunami of pee both inside and outside the classroom. As I was focused on Jess, I heard a telltale pattering coming from behind me. I couldn’t turn around and gawk, but in my head I visualized the steadily increasing gush pouring out of the girl sitting behind me. Her name was Lisa, a curly-haired redhead who always seemed to know the answers in class. This was one of the many times she peed during this class, and her puddle always extended past my feet where I could admire it; even if I couldn’t witness the act, I could still appreciate the aftermath, and this was no exception. Lisa’s pee creeped lazily down the aisle, the downslope forcing it further and further. As soon as the yellow river reached Jess’s desk, the brunette hopped out of her seat, lifted her floral-patterned dress, pulled her panties aside, and added her own bladder’s contents to Lisa’s pool of pee. The audial and visual stimuli must have galvanized Jess’s bladder, because her pee came flowing out before she even had a chance to squat, which meant she sprinkled the hem of her dress just a tiny bit. She positioned herself carefully, but even still a branching rivulet of Lisa’s urine engulfed Jess’s shoe. She was past the point of caring, however. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pissed directly into Lisa’s puddle while the other girl was still creating it. The tinkling cacophony of two rapidly relieving bladders seemed to be the breaking point for many of the other girls in class, who presumably had thought today would be the official start of the new limitations and as a result had been holding back their pee, a struggle they hadn’t really had to face since the Pee Law was enacted. I counted five, six, then ten girls all sidling out of their seats and adding to the growing yellow ocean that covered the classroom floor. I sat in the middle so had a view of about five round butts all hovering over the tiles in front of me spraying pee in unison. One girl who sat near the front didn’t even bother to squat; she simply pulled her panties aside, lifted her legs, and aimed her stream at the podium, much to Sasha’s dismay. Sasha clearly wanted to continue with the lecture, but the splashing sounds overwhelmed her voice and so she turned around and began writing on the board instead. The numerous peeing girls seemed nowhere near stopping, and I began to suspect by Sasha’s trembling hands that this was igniting a pavlovian reaction within her. I couldn’t imagine the prim and proper Sasha participating in such a crude communal act, but then again she was subject to the law same as everyone else, and manners only go so far when faced with biological needs. My guess was proven accurate just moments later. Sasha let out a helpless yelp as a darkness began to spread on the bottom half of her pantsuit. She dashed behind the podium, a structure far too small to provide the privacy she no doubt would have preferred, and squatted down. You’d almost not know what she was doing if not for the trail of pee that began to spread past the podium. She sighed with immense relief, and for a moment the divide between teacher and student was shattered. At this point every single girl was relieving herself…except Amanda. She was practically thrashing in her seat from the overwhelming need to pee. I felt terrible knowing her recent escapade in my dorm room was likely the cause for her current refusal to release her aching bladder. Suddenly she stood up and stormed out of the classroom, nearly slipping on the lake of pee as she dashed for the exit. Without a second thought, and while Sasha was distracted by her still emptying bladder, I followed Amanda out into the hallway.
Chapter 1: The Powder Keg The bright lights of the crowded airport lit up the sky above the setting sun. Many cars and buses were bumper to bumper as each selfishly tried to make their way around to their gates. People walked, engines hummed, and suitcases clacked along the ridges of concrete squares. And under all of that commotion and smoggy air urged the voice of a family’s mother. “Come now, we gotta hurry!” she said. “Go go go! We’re gonna be late!” “I’m hurrying as much as I can Mom!” shouted a young girl. She hastily made her way out of the shuttle. In doing so, she dropped her plastic water bottle. The bottom of it burst open, spilling water and ice out into a big puddle. “Aw man! That was my favorite one too!” She stared at the ruined bottle. She wore a black designer t-shirt with hot-pink highlights around the ends of the sleeves, blue skinny jeans, black shoes with white soles, and a cap that covered up most of her brown hair save for the pony-tail poking out the back and hid her red tinged eyes. She was approaching 4 foot 10 and couldn’t have been older than 15 and a half. A man followed her out and looked at the mess. “Oh, Abbah.” “It wasn’t my fault Dad, I-” “We don’t have time to play the blame game Abbah dear.” her mother said, “Krim, if you’d please clean it up.” “Right’o.” he said. He picked up the shattered piece of plastic and tossed it into the nearest trash can, which was across the street heading into the gates. A couple people in the crowd cheered upon witnessing the feat. Krim dusted off his shoulders and smiled, “Yeah, I am pretty good. Aren’t I Violet?” The mother rolled her eyes and smiled, “Whatever you say Mr. Man. Now come on! Where’s Mink?” “Prolly still texting her boyfriend I would guess.” said Abbah, still grumpy from breaking her bottle. “I am not!” said a voice from the shuttle. “Is that all you can ever think about?” Out stepped a 5 foot 7 brown haired girl, similar looking to Abbah. But she wore a red hoodie with black jeans and gray shoes. Her hair was allowed to flow down her body freely almost messily and her blue eyes looked almost unfocused and tired. Looked as if she was 18-19 years old. “Oh, I don’t know sis! How could I ever think about anything else when all you were doing last night was giggling at your phone all through the night. I swear you’re lucky Mom and Dad had a separate room or they would’ve taken that thing away from you for sure!” “You little-” Krim stood between the two. “Alright girls, we can talk about this more once we’re on the plane. If we don’t hurry, I’m sure Mama Violet will kill all three of us!” he said while quickly running his thumb across his throat. The three then looked at her and saw that she was receiving the luggage from the shuttle driver and missed Krim’s remark. “Agreed.” the two sisters said in unison. Violet then called them over. “Alright everyone! The bags are out. Grab what’s yours and let’s hurry!” The family checked through the baggage loading zone, TSA, and navigated through the entire airport in what felt like record time to Abbah. As they rushed through the cold airport atmosphere she wished she had worn her jacket. A ring ran through the terminal. “This is LayLines flight 227, we are now accepting groups A through H for boarding. We ask that if you are a group of any other letter to please wait patiently, we will get to you soon. Again, Laylines flight 227-” “That’s us alright.” said Violet, “Do you all have your tickets in hand?” “Yeah.” The other three said, Krim and Abbah showing their paper tickets while Mink showed her digital one on her phone. All were group O 3-6 respectively. “We still have a little time.” said Violet, “We just have to take the mono-rail to the building our gate is in and we should be home free.” “I hope it comes soon,” said Abbah. She hasn’t told anyone yet, but she had a moderate urge to pee ever since they arrived. Early in the morning around 10:00, the family had planned to go to one last location they planned to go to on their rare vacation. Though problems started to arise. Violet had taken extra long to apply her make up and couldn’t find her favorite flowery dress. The other three waited and looked for ages. By the time everything was done, Mink said she had to use the bathroom before they went. But, everyone lost track of time when the parents browsed social media on their phones and Abbah started watching TV. Soon, they realized that 20 minutes had gone by. Krim knocked on the door and Mink was startled and said sorry accompanied with a flush. By then, Abbah had to go a little bit, shifting her legs slightly. But if they were going to make it to the session they planned, they had to go now. She pushed the urge to the back of her mind. They had taken all their luggage to the rental car because that was the last day they had booked at the hotel and they were planning to head straight to the airport after they were done exploring the location they were going to. As events went on, Abbah forgot her urge at the place they visited, she endured a somewhat long drive to the car rental place and had just missed the shuttle and had to wait for the next one. The rental place only had employee bathrooms. Another 40 minutes and Violet starts to get concerned whether or not they’ll make it in time. Abbah considered telling everyone of her situation, but she thought it’d be too embarrassing to admit now. The next shuttle arrived and through heavy traffic and slight detours, they finally made it to where they are now. Abbah started to consider whether or not it was a bad idea to wait as long as she did. They were in such a rush and she didn’t want to slow everyone down with her needs. They were already on the mono-rail to the gate. “...Groups Q-X are now boarding-” the announcer said. Great, Abbah thought, They’re boarding faster than I thought they would. That was when she caught Mink huddled up near the front window. Her smile was practically ear to ear as she looked at her phone. Curiosity got the better of Abbah and she moved over to see what Mink was looking at, only for her smile to disappear quickly. “What’re you doing?” Mink asked, placing her phone screen upon her chest. “I’m bored.” responded Abbah, “I wanna see whatever’s got you smiling that.” “That’s none of yo business.” Abbah scooched closer, “Come on, lemme see.” Mink scrunched upon more into the corner. “I said no.” Abbah then reached for the phone, “Just let me see!” “No! You psycho!” said Mink as she tried to push Abbah away. The two roughhoused silently until Krim intervened. “Alright girls!” he said sternly enough to have the two sisters break apart. “Why don’t you save that energy for getting to the gate?” “Okay!” said Abbah in her fit of excitement. She jumped to her feet but immediately upon landing. A sharp urge made her legs buckle as they instinctively tried to cross themselves. Mink laughed at her. “Be careful or you’ll break your ankles Abby.” “S-Shut up!” said Abbah blushing slightly while also feeling relieved that Mink misinterpreted her actions. The family exited the mono-rail and headed straight for their gate. “...Now accepting all groups for Layline flight 227, we are leaving in 5 minutes. I repeat-” “Look up there,” said Krim. They all looked at the gate they were supposed to go to. “There’s no one there, let’s hurry.” The whole family sped up. However, Abbah was finding it quite hard to keep up. Though she may have quelled her sudden urge from earlier, it didn’t exactly go back to the way it was before. It was now slightly worse and she could barely walk without having to cross her legs every 5 steps. “Come on Abby.” called Mink, “We’re gonna leave you behind if you don’t keep up.” “I’m trying!” she said back. Soon enough, the family were able to board their plane. Barely anyone was waiting in line for their seat when they arrived. While the rest of the family went to their seats, Abbah lagged a bit behind and asked a flight attendant if she could use the bathroom. To which she was told that she had to wait until they were in the air. They all took their seats. Abbah was in the window seat while Mink, Violet, and Krim sat in the middle, aisle, and other aisle seat respectively. Abbah watched outside the window with her head on her hand and her foot tapping restlessly. She was sitting down, but the urge didn’t feel any better. Try as she might, the feeling of a filling bladder couldn’t get off her mind anymore. Soon the plane got lined up and started takeoff. The force of it made Abbah grab her crotch slightly. But once they were slightly high in the air, the complex pattern of the lit up urban sprawl put her in awe. This was the first time she had flown on a plane at night. “Whoa,” she said, “Isn’t it pretty Mink?” Mink leaned over to look out the window. “Eh, seen it.” she said, immediately going back on her phone. “Pfft, at least someone’s enjoying it.” She was half lying, as her need was still slowly but steadily increasing. She crossed her legs a little more tightly, shaking them a little more vigorously than before. They flew higher and higher until the announcement came up. “As you can see, the seatbelt light is turned off. Please take this time to relieve yourselves in the restrooms located at the front and the back of the aircraft. Reminder that our flight time ETA is 3 hours and 45 minutes, we should arrive at 11:53 pm. There are clear skies at about 64 degrees F, so there shouldn’t be any problems upon landing. Once again, this is LayLine flight 227. Welcome aboard.” Upon the announcement's end, Abbah finally unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. But as she looked, she saw that both bathrooms had already formed a queue. “Shoulda gone in the middle of them giving the announcement.” said Mink offhandedly, distracted by her phone. “It’s fine.” Abbah said as she sat back down with her arms crossed. “I didn’t have to go that bad anyway.” “Uh-huh.” Abbah waited patiently, doing her best to contain her urge without having to make it obvious with her hands. She started to get thirsty though. Having to move fast through the smoggy air and cold air inside left her throat a little dry. Once she felt that she had waited long enough, she stood up to look again but noticed the snack cart. She couldn’t just miss the opportunity to hoard up snacks and sat back down. “Hey all, what snack would guys like to eat and what drink?” the flight attendant asked. “Pretzels and water please,” said Abbah. The rest of the family ordered the same thing. When the attendant walked by, they all carefully migrated all of their snacks and drinks over to Abbah. Finally, something for her to quell the boredom in the flight. She didn’t have a phone after all, despite asking for one since she was 13. Before she dug in however, her bladder reminded her of its increasing urgency. She ignored it for now as she saw that no one was in the queue anymore, thinking she could finish her snacks and drinks before going. She started eating. Eat and drink as she went without a care in the world. Upon reaching half way through her third bag of pretzels, she started to slow down. She laid her head down against the side of the wall and looked at the lit up urban pattern again. It was so pretty. The lull of the dimly lit plane along with the gorgeous view of the golden city below made her eyelids feel heavy. In time, they closed on their own as Abbah was left to sleep in peace. That was until the plane shook violently, making Abbah knock her head into the wall a couple times until she woke up. She looked out the window and saw that they were landing. The loud sound of tons of air whooshing by as the flaps opened up to slow down reminded Abbah of something crucial. Her bladder, now more filled than ever before. The violent shaking made the urine inside slosh around like a storm. Abbah tried her best to contain the urge with just her legs, but no matter how extra tight she squeezed and crossed, it wasn’t going to work this time. She had to put her hand down onto her crotch and press down hard. It was a downright battle for control until the plane finally slowed down to a crawl. Abbah was breathing heavily from all the effort and gave a slight sigh of relief. She really couldn’t believe she slept through the whole flight. Her throat felt dry again and she instinctively reached for a cup of water, which she found were all empty. “Where’s my water?” she asked quietly. “I drank the rest,” said Mink. still distracted enough by her phone to allow Abbah to continue holding her crotch. “That was mine though.” “Yeah, but you were asleep so…” Abbah only sighed. In hindsight, drinking more probably would’ve been a really bad idea. She then sat there, subtly shifting in her seat as she watched the plane more at a snail's pace down the tarmac as it looked for a place to park. Her hand tried several times to try and move away from her crotch, only for a few seconds to pass and require its aid once again. She was shakier than ever and started to desperately shift side to side. It was starting to become unbearable and sweat began to form on Abbah’s hands. The plane came to a stop with the sudden shift in momentum causing Abbah’s urge to increase slightly. She took a sharp breath as she pressed down harder on her crotch. Violet stood up and stretched, “Mmm, we’re finally here.” She then leaned down to Mink and Abbah, making Abbah quickly shift her hand away. “Make sure you two use the bathroom while we’re here. I don’t want you guys to complain on the way home because we’re going straight there.” “Don’t gotta tell me Mom,” said Mink. “Hope there isn't a line,” said Abbah. She tried to stand up along with Mink, but found herself unable to do so for very long without the support of her hand. So she sat back down until it was their turn to leave their seats as she had gained a little more control due to her little scare with Violet. Then the time came for her to stand and start walking. The gravity put immediate pressure on her pee hole when she stood up. She took deep breaths in an effort to hype herself up and get going. She took her bag and hobbled as discreetly as she could out of the plane. “You guys want any snacks or drinks for the way back?” asked Violet. Abbah detested the idea. “No thanks, I-” “Yes,” groaned Mink, “I’m dying for a Caprico right now.” Abbah crossed her legs a little more as they walked. “C-Can’t we go to the bathroom first?” “I don’t want you getting lost, Abbah dear.” said Violet, “The shop is closer than the bathrooms. Once we’re done, then we’ll take you.” “Okay, but please hurry…” Abbah said with her voice trailing off. The family made it to the shop and Mink and Violet went inside. Krim and Abbah on the other hand stood outside. Krim leaned upon the wall and sighed. Having nothing else to do, he looked at Abbah and noticed that she was periodically shifting her weight from side to side. “Is it pretty bad Abbah?” he asked. Abbah chuckled slightly, which made her bend her legs a little more. “I guess you could say it’s getting pretty annoying.” “I could take you if you want?” “Will Mom be okay with that?” Krim looked up and down the hallway as if he was looking out for spies. “She don’t gotta know. We’ll be in and out quick before she even realizes. She takes forever to shop anyway.” he said like he was hyping Abbah up for a heist. She smiled. “Yeah, let’s go.” The two peered into the shop and saw Violet and Mink combing the walls for snacks. They nodded to each other and hurried off. Getting away from Mom felt exciting for Abbah, despite her need. Violet may seem a little controlling, but Abbah knew that she was only doing what's best for them. The thought distracted her for a second from her need, which almost caused a little bit to come out. She came to a dead stop and grabbed at her crotch. She noticed a few people looking her way in curiosity, but they moved on without a second thought. Krim swiveled around on his heel. “Whoa whoa whoa, are you okay?” “Y-Yeah um… I just need… a little bit.” she said with a strained voice. “Do you need me to carry you?” “No! Not in a place like this! I can make it.” With that statement, she was able to get her need under control. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” The two moved again, but the urge felt a little worse after that little lapse. As they walked, Abbah sneaked a hand down to her crotch every few steps. She could barely walk straight or keep up with Krim. So he had to slow down so much that he was practically tripping over himself with how slow he was going. They were now close to the bathrooms. A lady stood at the corner the two were going to go around. At first, they didn’t pay her any mind, until they saw why she was standing there. “There’s a line?!” said Abbah, crossing her legs instinctively. “Of course there’s a line! That’s just my luck.” “Really? I thought it was a lounge?” Krim said sarcastically. Abbah groaned at Krims' attempt at humor. “I’m kidding! Alright? Look, there’s another set of bathrooms on the other side of the booking area.” “Don’t bother,” said one of the ladies. “The only reason this line is as long as it is is because the other one is under maintenance.” “H-How long have you been waiting?” Abbah asked with a hint of desperation in her voice “About 10 minutes, I haven't moved an inch though.” “Do you think I can have your spot? I… really really have to go.” “You could have the spot I would have if I left the line right now.” “Oh okay.” Abbah said disheartened. In reality she was thinking, That jerk! “Well, no point in staying here Abbah. Let’s go back to Mom okay?” “Y-Yeah.” As the two walked back, Abbah swore she could feel the water filling up her bladder now. Her movements became ever more erratic as her hand started to rarely leave her crotch. “Just where did you two run off to?!” demanded Violet with her arms crossed and snacks in her hand. Krim raised his hands defensively. “We just went to the bathroom is all. Nothing to worry about.” Mink looked at Abbah squirming around. “Something tells me you didn’t though.” “Gosh Krim!” said Violet, throwing her arms down to her side. “I was worried sick! For all I known, you coulda-” Krim rushed forward and held both of her hands. “Hey now, you don’t gotta worry. I’m here now ain’t I?” he said close to her face. “I know, it’s just-” she glanced at Mink and Abbah, “At least tell me first next time okay?” “I promise.” Krim then gave Violet a kiss. “Ewww.” said both Mink and Abbah. Krim looked at the girls with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, “Oh? Wanna see me do it again?” “No! Ewwwww!” the girls said. Krim puckered up to kiss Violet again, but she placed her hand over his mouth and pushed him away. “Let’s wait ‘til we get home okay.” she said with a chuckle. “Awww.” said Krim sadly. “Thank god.” said Mink, “You two get a room.” “Can we hurry guys?” said Abbah with her hands on her thighs as she bent forward. “I still have to go.” “Yeah, I have to also.” said Mink. Abbah somewhat envied her as her situation didn’t look nearly as bad. “Sorry you two, there’s a long line at the bathroom and the other one is down for maintenance.” explained Krim. “You’re kidding.” said Mink. “I kinda have to go pretty bad.” “Are you kidding Mink?” said Abbah as she stood up and crossed her legs, “Look at me, I’m pretty sure I have to go more than you.” “Why are you turning it into a competition? I’m just saying I have to go.” Abbah sighed, “Fine whatever. Can we just go?” “Yes, let’s go. Baggage claim first, then the drive home.” The family walked down the hall towards baggage claim. They passed the even longer bathroom queue once again and Abbah couldn’t tell whether or not the lady she talked to had even moved. The sight made her slow down considerably in order to let a wave pass before she continued. For a whole 15 minutes, they watched the slow turning of the baggage on the treadmill. Abbah had resigned herself to the corner of the tinted window wall since it was out of sight enough for her to grab her crotch comfortably. She couldn’t bring herself to remove it anymore without risking a leak. Soon, the family found their luggage. “Okay Abbah,” asked Violet. “We could either wait for you to go through the line, or you can try and make it home. Which do you want?” Abbah considered her options. On one hand, she didn’t want to wait what could be an extra 20 minutes just to get home. But home was at least an hour away. “Oh my god, let’s just go home.” complained Mink. “I’m so tired already. I’ll probably pass out in that line.” “Mink!” scolded Violet, “Don’t rush your sister like that!” “No, it’s fine.” said Abbah, “Let’s just go. I’m sure I can make it.” “Are you sure?” asked Krim. “Yeah,” she stood up and removed her hand from her tightly crossed legs, “I’m sure.” “Okay then.” said Violet, “Help us with a bag and let's hurry.” Abbah was given a suitcase with wheels and they all made their way to the car deep in the parking lot. Though, Abbah’s show of drive was short lived as she had to put her hand back down to her crotch after they crossed the street. It was getting really bad now. Her bladder felt like it was bulging out of her stomach whenever she grazed it with her forearm. Without her hand, she felt like her pee would start to trickle out. She shelved her feeling of slight embarrassment as she passed others walking to their car. Receiving some looks of curiosity along the way. Finally, they made it to the car. “Okay, I’ll pack the bags, you guys wait in the car.” “Okay, thank you.” said Mink as she left her bag next to the trunk and moved to the backseat while pulling her phone out. Violet occupied the passenger seat. Once Abbah caught up, she wanted to do her part and help. She attempted to raise her duffle bag up inside the trunk, but a sharp urge forced her to grab at her crotch with both hands, dropping the suitcase in the process. “Ah! Ahhhh…” she said, breathing hard. Krim looked at her skeptically. “Are you sure you can make it?” “Y-Yeah, I got it.” “Look, just wait inside. I’ll get this done as soon as I can.” “Okay, please hurry.” she said as she walked to the other side of the backseat. “I’ll do my best.” Abbah walked over to the door. It was pretty high, meaning she would have to take a pretty big step to get in. But her urge hasn’t gone down that much at all since her last wave. She started to doubt whether or not she could make it. But she steeled her mind. She had to make it. There was no way someone of her age was going to pee herself. She pressed both hands into her crotch extra hard until it felt like all the pee in her urethra had been pushed back into her bladder. She then quickly opened the door and stepped up, only to have a drop come out. She gasped and hesitated slightly before pulling herself all the way up into the seat. As she closed the door, she started to breathe heavily. She clamped her hands down onto her pee hole to make sure nothing else escaped. “You look like you’re gonna burst,” said Mink, peering just over the top of her phone. “And you look like… you need to mind your own business.” Abbah said more harshly than she intended. “Pfft, whatever. Just don’t pee on me.” Mink went back to looking at her phone. Abbah started to get greatly concerned. She never had to pee so bad in her life, at least what she could remember. If she attempted to remove her hands, a wave threatened to leak more pee into her panties than just a drop. This was the endgame now, she will not pee her pants! The driver door opened up and Krim came inside. “Alright, is everyone good? No one forgot anything?” “Yep, we’re good.” answered Mink for the both of them, opening her caprico bottle and taking a swig. The sight made Abbah’s urge slightly worse. “Okay, let’s go.” As they weaved their way out the parking lot, Abbah could tell her Dad was driving faster than normal. Every turn sloshed the pee inside her bladder, wearing it down bit by bit. After 10 minutes, they made it to the freeway. Mink had already passed out with an empty Caprico bottle at her feet. Abbah attributed it to the young adult stereotype she heard on the internet. Her hold however was starting to cloud her entire mind. If it wasn’t for the orange scent of the Caprico drink filling up the car, it’d be the only thing on her mind. 20 minutes elapsed. The urge was worse than it had ever been. It was as powerful as the wave she got back in the parking lot except it was persistent. She was wriggling and writhing all around in order to keep it inside. Her parents didn’t pay her mind too much as they wanted her to focus on her struggle. Just 40 more minutes! She said to herself. 30 minutes had elapsed. Everything was a struggle now. She couldn’t sit still. Her hands never left her crotch anymore and her fingers pressed hard into her pee hole. Even actions as simple as adjusting her position required her to brace for the movement. She was desperate for a bathroom, and she needed one soon. 40 minutes elapsed. Her hands were so sweaty that they started to slip off each other. Abbah’s entire body was vibrating with strain. In one particular moment of incident, her left hand slipped off her other hand off her crotch. In just that moment, Abbah thought she was going to lose it as a huge wave of desperation rushed through her body from her startle. She had just got it under control, but she swore she felt another drop spill onto her panties. No! No! No! She thought, We’re only 20 minutes away! I can make it! I will make it! I will not pee myself! 50 minutes elapsed. Things were looking dire. Everything was agony. Her hands were buried deep in her crotch between her legs resembling a Twizzler. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut in strain. Every little bump and turn felt like they would be the ones to do her in. The pee felt like it was standing just outside her pee hole. Then, a particularly nasty bump came and went. The sudden shock made Abbah lose her first leak.” “No! Come on! Please!” she said as she doubled down on her efforts to hold it in. She pressed so hard into her crotch that her whole entire hands hurt. Though she was able to seal it off, the wave refused to die down. Her pee now had an arm out the door and it was trying to force it open. “I need to pee, I need to pee.” she repeated to herself. In her strain, she felt around her crotch in order to gauge the damage. Her panties weren’t absolutely soaked, but they were wet enough to have left just a little drop sized wet patch on her jeans. Her eyes were starting to tear up. She was hoping, she was absolutely begging for them to get home soon. But then, the worst happened. The same bump knocked Mink’s head against the window of the car. “Ow…” she said groggily. She looked around for a moment before coming to a realization. “Uh oh. Dad, how long until we get home?” “About 7 minutes.” answered Krim. “Why?” “I really have to use the bathroom. Like, really badly.” she said while crossing her legs tight. Krim sighed, “Shouldn’t have drank all that Caprico.” “By the way, I call first dibs on the bathroom when we get home.” Abbah was horrified, but she was too focused on holding to protest. How much more could three more minutes be? She thought, I can still make it! 60 minutes had elapsed. They were now driving on their familiar street. Abbah was ready to practically burst out of the car once they parked. They turned into their driveway. As they did so, the sudden movement of the car caused Abbah to leak again, a little bigger than last time. Long after they had stopped moving, Abbah twisted, grabbed, clenched, braced all she could to lower her desperation. But nothing was working. She decided it was now or never. As Mink and Violet exited the car and went up to the door, Abbah slowly opened the door and attempted to lower herself as carefully as she could onto the ground. Then, another leak. She felt the wetness around her crotch grow around her fingers. She panicked and dropped down fast in order to put her full efforts into holding, which made her leak again. Now there was a considerably sized wet patch on her jeans, no bigger than her fist. Still she doubled down and held as if her life depended on it. Forgetting her bags, she hobbled one step at a time towards the door. Each step was painful as every single one threatened to pop her absolutely bursting bladder. Though, before she knew it, she was standing at the opened front door. She was so close, she could actually make it. But the ecstatic feeling was quickly taken away. A spurt. A big one. It lasted for about a second and doubled the size of her wet patch. Just the sound of her pee hitting her clothing fabrics was enough to send her into panic mode. She stood in place, squeezed her eyes shut, bent down, twisted her legs, and held her crotch as hard as she could. She was as stiff as a board as the strain through her muscles made her whole entire body vibrate. The spurt ended with a little bit of trailing drops at the end. She had successfully contained the rest of her pee, but then a realization came to her. “I-I… I can’t… move.” she squealed to herself. She was in the only position that prevented her from having a huge jet of pee surge through her pants. “Come on! I just… need… to move…!” But she stood in place, for even shifting her weight the wrong way threatened another spurt. Then Krim came back down the stairs to get the rest of the luggage, that was when he saw Abbah. “Oh my god, Abbah! A-Are you okay?” He looked down at her considerable wet patch. There were streaks of pee riding down her legs and there were a few drops of it on the concrete. “I… can’t… make it!” she managed to say through her strain. Krim’s face grew serious. “I can carry you to the bathroom, would you like me to do that?” Abbah reluctantly nodded, which was enough to have her tense up in order to stop her fourth leak. “Okay, I’m gonna take you by the shoulders. You ready? 1, 2, 3!” He hoisted Abbah up by the shoulders. Upon doing so, it was immediately accompanied by a leak. Abbah strained, but she was starting to become exhausted. The leak sent another streak down her pants. “H-Hurry, go!” Krim moved fast and swung her around and moved up the stairs. Every other step made Abbah lose another drop into her panties. “Smoother please!” she cried. “I’m trying my best, Abbah.” Krim said. Finally they made it to the top. “Mink! You almost done in there?” “I’ll need another minute.” she said back. Abbah could hear the slight pattering of the water inside. This made a rolling chill go through her body, making her lose another leak. Her streaks of pee almost made it all the way down her jeans. Her crotch was so soaked that her leaks were starting to drop onto the floor. She could barely stop as her being carried by the shoulders was less than ideal for holding with her hands. “I’m… not… gonna make it!” exclaimed Abbah. “You’re gonna make it, just wait a little longer.” urged Krim. He moved fast to his bedroom, where the master bathroom was. Upon entering however, he saw that it was occupied as well. “Violet? How long are you gonna be?” “It’s number 2.” said Violet. Krim groaned in disappointment. Then he got another idea. “Do you think you can make it outside?” “Yes yes! Anything please!” cried Abbah. “Alright, we’re going.” But Krim moved Abbah around too fast. When he turned around, Abbah leaked again. Three drops of pee landed on the hardwood floor. “Don’t jerk me around! I’m losing it!” she cried. “Okay.” Krim stabilized his hold, but was still moving too fast. By the time they left through the doorway, she had leaked again. “Not so fast!” Krim slowed down, making sure to keep her as level as possible. Even with that, a 1.5 second spurt made its way out of her pee hole and into her overly soaked panties. “No! No! Just put me down!” Krim put her down in front of the bathroom Mink was using. “You can’t make it outside?” asked Krim. “No. Not while moving like that.” said Abbah. Her wet spot was now just reaching her knees. “I’ll just try and wait for Mink.” “Okay, I’ll be getting the luggage.” “You, Ah! You do that!” Krim nodded and went back downstairs. Abbah couldn’t think of anything she could do. She was bent almost 90 degrees, her knees were twisted and moved up and down, her hands were so wet and straining against the river, and her bladder bulged out of her body so much that it felt rock hard. She knocked desperately against the door. “Mink, come on! You’ve been in there forever!” “I just got here!” she responded. “Just give me another minute.” “Hurry up!” Abbah cried. There she danced the desperate person's dance. Up, down, left, right, clench the crotch, grit the teeth, squeeze the eyes closed. She danced there for 30 seconds, then 1 minute, then 3 minutes. She no longer had the focus to raise her voice. “Please! Please! Come on!” she said to herself. She went for a knock, but then it happened. She leaked again. Adding to the droplets already on the floor. She desperately shifted her legs to the left while clenching hard with her hands. A leak. Abbah was praying for anything to let her make it to the bathroom. She shifted her legs to the right, another leak. “No more of that!” her mind said. She immediately put all her muscles into maximum overdrive. Becoming stiff as a board once more. Her legs were crossed so tightly that she thought she would pull a muscle, her arms clenched so hard that she thought she would break them in half. She breathed through her hardly gritted teeth and her eyes were shut tightly with effort. Despite all of this, only after a few seconds, her pee hole started to trickle out slowly through her fingers. “No!” she said with a deeply strained voice. She hoped it would just stop if she just held her position, but it kept coming steadily. She could feel the volume of warm pee flow down her pants as it slowly started to go over her knees. “Come on!” she squealed. She pushed extra hard with the palms of her hands. It worked for a second before the trickle started coming out twice as strong. “I… gotta…. make… it!” This time, she put too much effort into holding and lost her balance. She had to step forward in order to stay up right. But this caused an absolutely massive spurt. She tasked everything in her body to hold in her pee. She crouched all the way to the floor and pressed as hard as she could on her pee hole, pee gushing out through her fingers. Her body strained and vibrated so much that she started to drool out the side of her mouth. Then, the spurt finally stopped after 3 seconds. Due to her new position, her butt was now soaking wet as well and her pants continuously dripped pee into a now considerably sized puddle on the floor due to the sheer volume of pee in them. But now there was an even bigger problem. She was trapped. She had to put 100% of her energy into just keeping her pee inside. If she did anything else, she would lose it. Her mind was so clouded by her effort that she didn’t even realize that Mink had opened the door. “Uh Abby, you okay?” she asked. Abbah gasped. Realizing that the bathroom was finally open was the final straw. She leaked. “No.” She leaked again. “No!” Again and again they came, despite putting 100% into hold. “Come on! Just stay inside!” Almost defiantly, her bladder emptied about a 2 second long spurt, pouring more pee into the puddle. She couldn’t stop this one fully, only able to reduce it to a trickle. “I will make it!” She put her full power into her clenching hands. The trickle grew stronger. “Stop!” The trickle grew stronger. “Please!” Then the dams burst. Her pee started coming out full force with a whsssshhh! Her hands clamped down hard, but the pee was practically being flushed straight through them. She stayed in current hold position for 5 seconds before realizing it wasn’t working anymore. She stood straight up, and didn't work. She wriggled around, clenched as hard as she could, twisted her legs tighter. Nothing helped to even slow down the stream. Abbah started to sob. “Stop!” she yelled out while stamping her foot. The stream did stop for a second, but immediately resumed full force into her pants. Despite her knowing what was happening, she was still pressing down on her pee hole in vain to continue holding. It was like trying to stop the water from flowing out of a garden hose, the pressure was just too much and all that it succeeded in doing was spreading the wetness even farther. Abbah held until the bitter end, lasting about 1 minute and 10 seconds until her stream finally let up and stopped. Her jeans were sopping wet and the puddle started to drip down the stairs. Her shoes and sock were completely unsalvageable and squished with even the slightest step Abbah took. Even the bottom of her shirt wasn’t safe as she had pushed it into her crotch in her holding efforts. Abbah, absolutely humiliated, started to cry. “A-Abbah, I thought… I thought you could make it-” Mink tried to say. “Shut up!” snapped Abbah, “You’re a jerk! Get away from me!” She said as she shoved Mink out of the way and slammed the bathroom door in her face. Inside, Abbah slid down on the door and began to cry into her arms. Her clothes were ruined. How could she pee her pants at her age? It just wasn’t fair! Why did it have to happen to her?! Why did Mink have to call dibs first?! Couldn’t Mink see how much more she had to go? She didn’t have to go that bad at all! She was only in there for as long as she was because she can’t just stop talking to that boyfriend that Abbah assumed she had! If only- If only? Something began to manifest in her head. That’s it. If only? If only, if only, if only! I know what to do now! Abbah thought to herself. If she wants to be a jerk to me and use the bathroom without even being desperate, then I’ll show her what true desperation is. Oddly, a bitter smile grew on her face. She schemed away in her head. We could do- or how about- and then I could- oh yes, that’s perfect. She continued on with her scheming as she started to peel her jeans off herself. It was hard at first as it was incredibly clingy with her skin. But once they were around her ankles, she looked at herself in the mirror. There she saw herself with absolutely soaked black and white striped panties, even riding up all the way the straps, and her bottom half soaked designer t-shirt. Curiously, she pulled up her panties. The pee inside was squeezed out so that the couple drips that came out made it look like she was leaking again. Almost becoming mesmerized at the perfect imprint the panties had of her womanhood, she quickly took them off. She was now disgusted with what happened to her. She would never let Mink get away with this. She started the shower and tossed and kicked the rest of her clothes off to the side. As the shower ran, her need rose up again for some reason. She thought her body must’ve been fooling with her, but after 30 seconds she found that she was risking actually peeing on the floor. She thought fast and untied her ponytail before jumping in the shower while it was cold. She inhaled through her teeth as her back creased to the uncomfortable cold. Then she started to pee again. No way. She thought, I’m peeing again. She watched as her yellow pee ran down her legs, warming up what little it could before being diluted and washed away by the cold shower water. For another 20 seconds, she slowly peed in the shower. Completely focusing on what was happening, it was almost like she was hypnotized by it. After it ended, it was then that she finally felt the relief of emptying her bladder. To feel normal again felt like something she had taken for granted. But then she grew angry again. To think Mink would be so mean. I’ll show her! I’ll get her so desperate she will see the same humiliation I’ve felt today! I swear it. In her scheming mode again, a very strange feeling came to her after thinking about what it meant to be normal. Desperation, relief, then back to normality. A weird process for her for sure. But this thought produced an unfamiliar feeling. She could feel it in her heart and the bottom of her stomach, all of which cultivated around her womanhood. Do I still have to pee? She thought. She attempted to relax and let it out, nothing happened. She crouched down and tried again, nothing happened. Then in a last ditch effort, she spread her womanhood in an attempt to pee, nothing happened. So weird. As she stood up, she found that she was now out of breath. But she excused it to all the holding finally catching up to her. Soon, she finished up. She tossed all of her soaked clothes into the hamper and wrapped a towel around her body and hair. She stretched her arms and made her way out of the bathroom. As she stepped out, she noticed Mink leaning next to the door. “H-Hey Abby, I just wanted to say-” Mink stopped as she noticed Abbah didn’t even stop to listen, opting to go straight to her room and close the door. She sighed sadly as a sinking feeling in her heart wracked her emotional state. Abbah however, was very eager. She continued to scheme as she waited to dry, playing some video games on her old CRT TV to pass the time. Once sufficiently dry, she peeled off her towels and put on her blue pajamas. There’s much I need to do tomorrow. She thought as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 1: The Curse Tyria drew her sword and pointed it at an old witch. Tyria was 23 years old, slightly dark skinned, and had freckles along her cheeks. Her subtle red hair was tied into a ponytail and came down to just below her ears. Her fierce blue eyes cut daggers into the witch. She wore a dark green shirt with blue pants and black bear fur boots. Her armor was small and polygonal and was colored cream with yellow highlights on the edges. “Now leave this village and never come back! You mischievous hexs have no place in this town!” The witch had grey, wrinkled skin. Warts plastered her face and her pupils were as black as night. Her limbs were boney and she seemed to be only wearing a sack on her torso. Her hair was patchy and gray. A true bottom dweller. “You have no proof that those were even my hexs! It could’ve been any other witch!” the witch said, flailing her arms about, making the sound of popping joints. “That’s not what the townspeople think!” said Tyria, “The shopkeep saw you wandering around where the totem was found, no one else is talented in the magic arts as much as you are, and no one else would make that hex do the thing that it did unless it appealed to a specific taste! One that the townspeople say that you specifically have!” “I’m a resident of this town too, you know! You can’t kick me out! I’ll sue!” Tyria then closed in fast and held the sword at the witch’s neck. “You can’t sue if you’re dead.” “So you admit what you’re doing is wrong!” Tyria pushed her word deeper against the witches neck. “Don’t push it.” she said in a threatening voice. The witch growled. “Augh! Fine! You win! I’ll leave!” “Good.” Tyria said with a smile. She then sheathed her sword and swung around on her hell, walking back into town. “Find some other town to prey on!” The witch grunted and hobbled down the path. She walked until she was about a mile out of town. “Me, place hexs around town. Psssh! Lucky guess, bitch. Stupid adventurers. Ever since the dark lord has been slain, my hobby gets harder to sustain since there are so many new novices to take on the small fry.” The witch grunted again. She swung behind a tree, popped a cork off a glass bottle and took a swing. “Ah yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She placed the bottle down on the ground and began to levitate in a meditation pose. Her eyes flashed open with yellow light shining out of them. “Let’s get a quick fix in before I move on to the next town.” In her mind, an overhead view of the town appeared. As her eyes moved, so did her vision of the town. Specific people were highlighted in yellow, to which she eagerly approached and observed. But her enthusiasm quickly waned as she scanned them. “Tch, 46%.” She moved on to the next person. “37%” Then the next. “Ohh, 56%. Maybe I can watch this one for a bit and-” Suddenly, her vision faded between reality and her potion vision. “No! Come on! I just need a little more time!” She quickly picked up her potion and drank what little remained. She then tossed it aside after realizing it was empty. “Damn it! It’s been so hard to make more of these potions. That was all I had left!” She took a deep breath. “No, I must use this time wisely. The tavern should work, I’m always able to find subjects there.” The witch focused her vision on the tavern, where she saw a promising sight. “Yes! A line! I might finally be able to get some good action here!” She moved in close to observe the people. All of which were waiting patiently outside of a bathroom. The witch’s enthusiasm faded again. “The highest here is 64% full! And she’s at the front of the line! Are there no more risk takers in this town.” Suddenly, the witch felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She sensed a significantly powerful need. “Oh, and who might that be?” She turned around to see who had just entered the tavern. “Oh, you…” The witch said in great disappointment. It was Tyria. Tyria walked over to the barkeep to talk business. As she did so, the witch watched in earnest. “To think you were 87% full in front of me. Impressive of you to keep a front like that. Less impressive that I wasn’t able to see through it. God, I must be losing it at my age.” “Yo, barkeep!” shouted Tyria. A small girl over the counter turned her head. “Coming!” She lifted her dress and ran over to Tyria. “So, any news?” “I managed to find the hex, destroy it, and kick its creator out of the town. All in a day no less.” said Tyria, nonchalantly picking at her fingernails with her thumb. “Whoa! That must be why business has been running so smoothly lately!” said the barkeep. “So the hex is affecting the townspeople now?” The barkeep shook her head. “Nope. At least, I don’t think so. No accidents today! When that hex was active, I’d be cleaning up the floor at least 10 times a day! Some of them were even… my messes.” “Well, glad to see everyone making it on time.” “Yeah. It will take another couple days before we know for sure. But everyone’s been extra cautious the past few hours. Everyone’s sick of being publicly humiliated so I assume they go at the first sign of need.” The witch groaned at this statement. Tyria subtly crossed her legs. “Speaking of need.” The barkeep clapped her hands together. “Oh yes, you need your reward, I’ll go fetch it for you!” She ran off behind the employee door. “That’s not what I-” Tyria sighed. She waited patiently on the bar, leaning her body against it and she subtly bounced in place, feeling her need to pee catch up with her. “We’ve reached 90%!” said the witch, still looking through her potion vision. “Come on! I need you to lose it so I can get my revenge!” Then, the barkeep came back out the door. She dropped a small sack of coins on the table right in front of Tyria. “Here ya go! 1000 Lyobies, as promised!” Tyria leaned in for a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. But there was another thing.” “Oh?” “I’ve been running around town all day and I kinda need to pee. And the line there is looking pretty long. Do you think-” The barkeep held her hand out. “Sorry ma’am! But employee bathrooms are for employees only. Company policy.” “Well, does company policy prevent you from letting me have next in line?” The barkeep thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall a rule like that.” “Then maybe-” “But I’m sorry! Even if I could, it would reflect poorly on me and the business to have favorites.” “Oh, but what if I-” Tyria put a Lyobie coin on the table, “did this?” The barkeep quickly snatched the coin and inspected it. “Shame on you, Tyria. Exploiting my greatest weakness.” “Will you make a show of it?” “That will cost extra.” Tyria sighed as she pulled another coin out of the bag. The barkeep caught it and giggled. She jumped on top of the bar while pocketing the coins and shouted, “Attention ladies, gents, and everything else in between!” The whole tavern looked at her and fell silent. “As you know, our town has been plagued by a hex that has afflicted everyone with a curse. Everybody became prone to a particular need and were publicly humiliated for not respecting said need more than they reasonably had too. This did not stand with us! We came together and called upon our resident adventurer to dispel this hex and to oust the individual responsible.” The barkeep gestured to Tyria. “Our very own Tyria Yanah has rid us of such mischievous behavior!” The whole bar cheered. “Booooooo!” sad the witch to herself. “As a special thanks, she will be given priority to the services of the tavern. Be nice now everyone!” finished the barkeep, winking and making an OK sign with her hand. The tavern rejoiced in agreement and continued on with their days. “Thanks for the show.” said Tyria, exhaling somewhat worriedly. “Now the bathroom.” “Yes yes, I know. You’re really an attention hog, you know that?” said The Barkeep, getting down from the table. “Follow me.” The two went down the hall towards the bathroom. “Special privileges?!” said the witch. “Right when I was so close to seeing something good! I swear that, Tyria. You won’t get away with this!” But then a thought came to her mind. “Wait a minute. I won’t let her get away with this! Yes! I have a plan!” She exited her potion vision and ran back over to the empty bottle she tossed, spit in it, swirled it around, then drained it. “Yes! You don’t get to take away my pleasure without suffering the consequences! I’m coming for you, Tyria Yanah!” The witch pulled out two more potions. One was black and the other blue with yellow swirls. She drank the blue one and focused. Tyria Yanah. She had been holding it for quite some time, but her poker face was formidable. The witch imagined the need she must’ve been in. The swollen bladder, the focus she must exert, the feeling of slight relief with every subtle cross of the leg. The witch exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Darkness. “Oops, I didn’t make a teleportation potion to the void again did I? What is it labeled as? Augh! I can’t see, maybe if I just-” Suddenly, the witch stumbled into something. She seethed in pain, jolting back only to hit another thing. Then, the sound of crashing glass and metal sounded out as she got buried by all manner of dark objects. Outside, Tyria and The Barkeep were walking down the hall when they heard crashing coming from a nearby broom closet. “What was that?” said the Barkeep, moving to investigate. “It’s probably just rats or something.” said Tyria, “Could we please just hurry?” The barkeep put her fists on her hips. “Hmph! How dare you insinuate that I don’t keep proper pest control in my establishment!” “So you made the company policy?” “Uh, w-we don’t gotta talk about that!” The Barkeep moved swiftly to push Tyria along. “Plus, you’re getting a free ticket to the front of the line, aren’t you? Best hurry!” As they left, the broom closet door opened. A floating black potion, seemingly being drunk by nothing, was completely emptied in the air. “Let’s hope this invisibility lasts. It’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this.” She followed Tyria down the hall, making as little noise as possible, throwing the empty potion back in the closet. As Tyria and the Barkeep entered the bathroom, they found a familiar face. She had very bright skin, long and straight blonde hair, and a beauty mark just under her left eye. Her green eyes were bored and her full expression even more so. She wore a blue, frilly, mage dress with white aprons over it, the sleeves coming straight and true to her wrists. The dress only came down to just halfway down her thigh, leaving enough of her thigh exposed to house a little rod of some kind on a belt strap. Lastly, she wore snakeskin boots along with some black knee high stockings. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay looked at them. “Hey, I hope you don’t plan on cutting!” “Well… yeah, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” “Then, no!” said Meliay, crossly. “Sorry, Meliay. But Tyria has received special privileges for ridding the town of the hex. And all she asked was that she be allowed first in line for the next bathroom stall.” said The Barkeep. “Ugh, how much did she pay you? I’ll double it.” The Barkeep bounced excitedly. “You’ll pay me 400 Lyobies?” “What?! Augh, I don’t care that much.” Meliay then shoved Tyria to the front of the line. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” “And why would I ever want to disappoint you?” asked Tyria, giving her a smug face. Meliay groaned in annoyance. Then almost on cue, a toilet flushed and a girl came out. “See ya.” said Tyria, moving to occupy the stall. She quickly moved inside then closed and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and took a huge sigh of relief. She held down on her crotch tightly. “Oh, thank god I didn’t have to use my hands that entire time.” she said silently to herself, “This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go. Being right next to that hex must’ve amplified its effects.” Tyria quickly undid her belt and pulled down pants and her white and pink trimmed lace panties. Sitting on the toilet she felt her bladder quickly empty into the bowl. The relief sent shivers down her spine. “Wow, that felt way better than I expected.” From nearby, the witch waited for Tyria to finish. But then she noticed another stall opened up. The flush of the toilet reminded her that getting the resource she needed wasn’t going to be so easy. “Blast.” she said to herself. She exited the bathroom and went into the Tavern’s main area. There she saw a huge man carrying a large mug of beer, looking pretty sloshed already. “That should work.” She moved in close and gave the man a shove, knocking him into a table full of customers and spilling his drink on a couple of them. “Hey!” One of them stood up and shoved the man back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumbass!” The man in his drunken state listened to no reason and swung at the customer without warning, punching him in the face. The other customers stood up and tried to stop him, but the commotion triggered a chain reaction, causing the whole place to erupt into a bar fight. “Oh no!” said The Barkeep. She quickly left her post and ran back to the bathrooms. “Now’s my chance!” said the witch, following close behind. Tyria had just strapped her belt back to her waist and moved to flush the toilet when The Barkeep barged in and slammed on her stall door. “Tyria! The bar erupted into a fight! Please help!” “Oh okay! I’ll be right out!” Tyria adjusted the sword at her hip and hurried out. “Meliay, your help would be greatly appreciated too!” “I'm in the middle of something, I’ll join you two in a bit!” With the stall door still open, the witch moved in and quickly scooped up a sample of the toilet water and moved back out before the next person in line took the stall. “Ugh, gross. She didn’t even flush.” The witch heard her say as she left. She began to silently cackle, excited at what the future holds. The power of Tyria’s pee, in the palm of her hand. 10 minutes later Tyria and Meliay tossed two more customers out of the Tavern doors. The streets were getting dark from the coming sunset. “If you wanna fight! Take it outside!” said Tyria. “Stop disturbing the peace.” said Meliay. The two went back inside, now with half as many people. It was so silent that it was almost eerie. “Hey you two.” said The Barkeep, resting her head on her hand on the bar table. “Thanks for kicking out half my business.” “You’re the one that asked.” said Meliay. “It’s a joke.” said Tyria. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know as you don’t really tell many of those.” Meliay gave her a stare. “By the way,” The Barkeep poured a shot and gave it to Tyria, “That nice man over there would like to give his compliments.” The three looked over and saw a man just as he quickly looked away. He took a swig of beer, trying in the most suspicious way to look less suspicious. While they looked, the witch closed in and put a yellow tablet inside the drink. It quickly dissolved into nothing. She cackled silently some more before making her exit out of the tavern. “Boys, am I right?” asked Meliay. “Yep.” Tyria drank the shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table. “Let’s go deal with it.” The two walked over and sat down at the table. The man continued to drink with his head turned away. He was a slightly lighter skin than Tyria. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side and his yellow eyes occasionally darted back and forth between the girls. His armor was a full body leather armor, with some yellow stitching to give it more flair, the same as his eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath and black pants. His shoes were fancy, black leather polished boots. Ones usually reserved for the upper-class. “Lance?” she asked. The man turned away slightly further. “Laaaaaance?” Tyria asked again in a sing-songy voice. The man turned even farther. Tyria then slammed the table hard. “LANCE!” The man coughed on his drink and finally turned to them. “Tyria, Meliay? I didn’t see you guys there.” “Uh-huh…” said Meliay, unamused. “So, any news?” asked Tyria. Lance leaned in close. “The best news. I managed to see the guild master aaaand-” “Annnnnd?” asked Tyria. Lanced slammed a document on the table. “Our first big mission out of town! We’re finally gonna get out of here! All three of us!” Meliay picked up the paper and looked at it, impressed. “Wow, you actually did it! For someone like you, that’s real impressive.” “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal.” said Lance, picking his nails with his thumb. “So, does that mean I’ll finally get a smile out of the steel-faced lady?” Meliay then shoved the paper in his face. “Don’t push it.” The paper fell back down on the table, Lance’s expression not changing one bit. “Classy.” he said. Tyria then picked up the paper. “30,000 Lyobie! That’s a lot for people like us! What’s the job?” she asked. “Royal escort.” said Lance. “Princess is going to visit a neighboring city and they want us to scout ahead for bandits. Should be simple enough.” “Yes, real simple.” said Meliay. “Yaaaaay!” cried Tyria. “We got our first real mission! I wonder what the outside world looks like!” “Hopefully not more forests.” said Lance. “It’s nice and all, but it gets boring to look at after a while.” “What do you expect out of a little town like ours?” asked Meliay. “Something else, anything else.” said Lance. Tyria slammed the paper on the table. “When?” “6 am tomorrow.” said Lance. He then pointed at the two of them. “Don’t be late! You know how pissy the royal guard gets with late adventurers.” Tyria snickered. “Heh, you said piss.” “I mean it! And stop being so childish!” “Like you’re one to talk.” said Meliay. Lance zipped his lips at Meliay. “Zip it steel-face! I want this more than probably the two of you combined. This is my chance to finally rise up and become a hero of the people.” Meliay crossed her arms. “The dark lord is dead already, not exactly something you can be anymore.” “Well, I should be able to be a hero for someone. Being someone’s personal hero seems cool in its own way, dontcha think?” Tyria stood up. “I’m gonna head off to bed then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lanced raised his hand at her. “W-Wait! Do you think that maybe after the mission, we could you know… catch a jousting competition together? Maybe drink some tea?” Tyria pondered for a moment “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll consider it depending how well the mission goes.” “O-Oh, the mission will go great! For sure, 100%. Nothing bad will happen now till the end of the mission! Yep! Mm-hm!” “Uuuuh, cool!” said Tyria. She gave Lance one last smile before walking off. The two at the table sat silent for a moment. “Smooth dude.” said Meliay. “Shut up, steel-face.” said Lance in a defeated tone, resting his head on his arms. As Tyria passed the bar, she tossed The Barkeep a 100 Lyobie coin. “I’m taking room 11.” The Barkeep saluted her. “K-O!” Tyria walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she opened the door, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hm, Lance, you dork.” She thought that had become a cute guy compared to when they knew each other as kids. She flicked the land on the nightstand, illuminating the firefly bulb and filling the room and a subtle golden light. She took off her armor and hung it on the wall, then changed into the room provided pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she thought about the mission. “We have a big day tomorrow. I’m so excited!” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a while, out from the darkness of her subconscious, she found herself in a tattered shack. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked herself. “Ah, how nice of you to join me, Tyria Yanah.” said a creepy voice. Tyria rubbed her eyes and saw that the witch she banished from the village, looming over a bubbling cauldron full of boiling water. “You!” Tyria reached for her sword, but found nothing except the pocket of her pajamas. “What?! Where’s my sword?!” “You will not be needing that today. I was never one for violence anyway, as you can tell by today's events.” “What are you planning? Are you gonna hex the town again?!” “Why would I pursue a plan that hasn’t worked with you there. No, what I’m gonna do here is much more personal.” “But why me?” “It didn’t have to be you. But call it a hunch when I believe that you will be able to bring me everything I desire.” “What?! I’d never help you do anything!” “And that is where you will have little choice, girl.” The witch pulled out an ingredient. “Plyast Wheat, to represent the time spent on our very own Earth.” The witch dropped powdered wheat into her cauldron, turning the water into a magical blue color. “Stop!” Tyria tried to grab the witch, but her arms phased right through her. “Syndenell seeds, representative of the ears of humanity!” The witch dropped 10 seeds into the cauldron, causing green spots to appear in the mixture. Tyria looked for a way out. She found a door and bashed through it, only to find that she had entered the exact same room. “How do I get out of here?!” “Crow’s Skull, for the inescapable reminder of death!” The witch dropped the skull into the water, having the blue water combine with black swirls. “Are you planning to poison me?!” shouted Tyria. “No, something much better.” said the witch, paying little attention to her. “Then lastly, the most important part.” The witch pulled out a yellow bottle. “The release of the subject, Tyria Yanah!” “The release…? Wait! Did you manage to get some of my pee?! I know you had some weird hobbies but that’s just gross!” said Tyria with a disgusted expression. “So says you. But to me, it is beautiful.” said the witch. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured it delicately into the cauldron, turning all the colors gold. “Now finally, the brain of a dream eater, to represent transfer within the world of falsehoods and memories.” She pulled out a brain and plopped it into the cauldron, letting gold color swirl with pink streaks. “Just what are you planning! I swear if you hurt anybody, I will strike you down for good!” said Tyria. “Relax, I said I was not one for violence. This gift is entirely for you.” “What?!” The witch began to chant. “From this day forward, let it be known that after the 10th release, may death come to dear sweet Tyria Yanah. And after each release, may she be reminded of the consequences of ignoring this affliction. All hail Pissect Holdarahma, and thank you for granting this gift. Amen!” “Just what are you-?” Suddenly, the fumes from the cauldron sprouted out like tentacles and grabbed Tyria by the limbs. The curled around tightly against her body, disheveling her shirt and pants, revealing a lot of skin. She blushed in embarrassment and tried her best to escape, but to no avail. “Try to keep still,” said the witch, “This will all be over soon.” Tyria’s eyes widened and the tentacles tightened their grips. The witch began to laugh maniacally as she watched. They curled around her chest, having her breasts extra accentuated against her tight shirt. The even went inside her clothes, curling around bare legs and inch closer to her crotch under her panties. Tyria was red like a beet. “This… is… so… sick!” The tentacle curled tighter, finally squeezing the breath out of her. The witch then suddenly stopped laughing and slammed the side of her cauldron. “Hey!” All the tentacles looked at her as if they had heads. Tyria peeked through one eye while gritting her teeth. “This is amusing and everything, but I ain’t got all day!” the witch said, waving her hand around what was going on. “Hurry up and do what I made you for. I want to be ready for tomorrow.” The tentacles all hung down sadly. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?” asked Tyria. The tentacles looked at her, then each other. The witch laughed maniacally once more as all the tentacle rushed to her face, forcing the gas into her mouth, nose, and eyes. The laughing got louder and louder and the world became black. Tyria then woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her bed. Looking around, the room was filled with the morning light. She calmed down as best she could, taking one shallow breath at a time. But once she calmed down, her focus was switched to something else dire. She needed to pee, badly! Much worse than yesterday. “Oh my god!” Tyria said while grasping her crotch as she felt the pee heading down her urethra. She quickly stood up and danced around. Bending over, twisting her legs, clasping both hands on her crotch as hard as she could. Finally, the wave began to fade, but she was still very much desperate. But at least she was able to walk now. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” she said to herself. She quickly shuffled to her door with one hand between her legs. She opened it and looked both ways down the hall. No one out. Good, that meant she could walk with both hands on her crotch without getting weird looks. She closed her door and went down the hall, making every step carefully. The pressure was strong, nothing like has ever felt before. It was almost like someone pressing down the rubber stopper of a syringe. Tyria entered the main area. The place was still closed, meaning that she could walk through with her hand on her crotch. She hurried as fast as she could, but halfway through, she felt another wave. “No no no no!” She had to stop and clench herself tightly. She felt the pee traveling down her urethra, forcing apart her muscles. She danced even harder, hoping to force it back a little longer. After a bit, the pee traveled back into her overfilled bladder, feeling like filling a balloon close to bursting. She took a few quick breaths before making the rest of her way to the bathroom. Upon entering, she gave a tiny yelp as she quickly moved her hands away from her crotch. There stood one girl, who had clearly just woken up, standing in front of the sinks. Tyria in her desperate frenzied mind thought it would be appropriate to start small talk. “H-Hey.” she said. The girl turned to her with a bored expression and said, “hi…” before turning back to the stalls. The two waited for what felt like a couple minutes, with Tyria shuffling ever so slightly to conceal her desperation. Suddenly, another wave came, much stronger than the last two. It immediately reached near the end of her pee hole, making her start screaming internally. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, making them shiver with strain, but it was to no avail. The wave was too strong to handle with just her legs alone. She needed her hand, but she didn’t want to pee dance in front of this girl. The pee was coming closer and closer, until… a toilet flushed. After a bit, another lady left the stall and began washing her hands. The girl in line took the stall. Then just as the lady washing her hands left the room, Tyria went into full panic mode. Crossing legs, hands pressed on crotch tightly, her entire body doubling over to keep every ounce of pee inside her body. “Come on! Stop, stop, stooooop!” she quietly squealed. Despite her best efforts, a tiny drop managed to snake its way out of her pee hole, dampening her panties slightly. Luckily, the wave stopped pushing, but she couldn’t force the pee back into her bladder anymore. She had to hold and dance full time to have any chance of making it. Why did she need to pee this badly? She only had one shot of beer before going to bed. It couldn’t have caused this. Was it something else? Maybe the hex was still active. But no, then it wouldn’t just be her. And what was that dream of the witch? Sure, dreams didn’t make sense all the time, but this one felt real. What did she mean by the 10 releases? And why would she die if she fulfilled each one? What was this affliction she was given? All these questions made Tyria lose focus. The pee petered out and leaked all over her panties. Tyria gasped and held on for dear life. She didn’t make any sudden movements as she stood still, holding her crotch, crossing her legs, shivering with strain. Then, the toilet flushed. The relief being so close made Tyria leak again. It felt so close to dampening her pajamas, and out of everything, she didn’t want to pay the laundering fee. The girl from before popped out from the stall unexpectedly, startling Tyria. She tried her best to act cool with her hands at her side and legs only moderately crossed. The girl looked at her weird and exited the stall. Tyria moved to take the stall, but as she took a step forward, another leak got out. So forcefully that she could hear it stream into her panties. She hoped beyond hope that the girl didn’t hear it also as she entered the stall, closing and locking the door quickly. She quickly pulled out every trick she knew to hold in her pee. Her legs twisted around each other twice, she arched her back to give her hands as much pressure as possible, and she clenched her teeth, feeling as if clenching every muscle would help hold it in. It was of no use. A single drop came out, making Tyria curl up a bit. Then another drip, making Tyria curl up some more. Then there was a spurt. Enough pee escaped to have a wet spot appear on the pajamas. No matter how much she danced, she could feel the rest on its way. “No! Stop!” she squealed. The big one was coming. She could feel her urethra expanding to let it all out. She then looked at the toilet. It was all or nothing now. She ripped her pajamas and panties down, spurting a bit more pee on the floor before finally planting herself down on the porcelain throne. As the pee rushed out of her, she felt the fatigue and stress wash away from her body. She sighed and breathed heavily. This relief was nothing like she ever experienced. It was kind of… exciting? No, that didn’t sound right. She couldn’t quite think of the word for it. But one thing was for sure, it felt good. Tyria peed for what felt like a 1 minute and 20 seconds. As the stream petered out and the last few drops hit the water below her, a strange shrill began ringing in her ears. Her vision became fuzzy and her head started spinning. All of the sudden, her body collapsed on the toilet. Fully limp, she felt as her heart stopped beating and the world around her started to warp. A vision came to her head. The south of town, the mountains, a city, strange woods, waterfalls, then a strange whirlpool glowing with blue magical energy. “The mystic waters will relieve any and all.” said a chorus of mysterious voices. Tyria was whipped back to her body and she gave a huge gasp. She curled over and started coughing into her fist. She felt her heartbeat revving back up and she felt like she was about to throw up. She quickly flushed her toilet, put her pajamas back on, then burst out and looked at herself in the mirror. She was as pale as a ghost and sweating a stream from her head. She continued to breath hard as she tried to fully grasp the situation. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water, then splashed some down on her pants for good measure, maybe it would look like she spilled a drink or something. After a bit, she had to get out of there. She walked quickly out of the bathroom and made her way through the main area of the Tavern. There she ran into The Barkeep, groggily making her way across the room. She stretched. “Hmmm-Mmm! Hiya, Tyria. How are you today?” “I-I’m fine!” she said sporadically before heading back upstairs. “You sure? You kinda look like hammered shit.” “Uh… bad stomach. Should be good now.” “Okay, if you say so. See you later, I guess.” “Mm-hm.” Tyria made her way down the hall and back inside her room. She went over to her armor and ripped open her travel pack, pulled out a map, and placed it on the table. She took out her pencil and marked her hometown, Kinida. This is where she is now. Then she drew a line to the nearest mountains south of Kinida, The Dragon Back Mountains. Then drew a line to the nearest south city of the mountains, Garmberland City. Then she looked everywhere for waterfalls. “Waterfalls, waterfalls. Come on!” Her pencil wandered the map until she came across something interesting. “Mushroom falls.” she said. It was a tourist destination that she always dreamed of going to. A huge rock pillar sprouting up to the sky in which a large volcanic underwater body sprouts directly from the center of it. It’s full of hot sediment, so as the geyser spews, the larger the rock formation gets over the years resembling a mushroom as the water rolls off the side. Tyria hastily marked it with her pencil, labeling it as her destination. Next was to put into words what happened. “I went pee, and… I think I died for a little bit.” she said to herself. The phrase still shocked her a bit. “That curse must’ve been true. Curse that witch!” She drew ten circles at the corner of the map and crossed off one of them. Then she wrote while saying, “If I pee 9 more times, I will die for real.” She looked at her map, somewhat shocked. The situation didn’t feel real. It was frightening her to her core, yet it also felt really stupid. “I’ll die if I pee 9 more times?! That’s just ridiculous! Just what is this stupid witch into?!” Tyria looked once more at the mushroom falls and wrote next to it, “Cure???”. She may know the history of the mushroom falls, but a magical blue whirlpool? She’s never heard of that before. But based on the vision she had when she died, that was her only chance. “No more drinks, no more water. I’ll need all the time I can get.” She quickly stripped off her pajamas, put on new panties, and put on her armor. She quickly made her way out of the Tavern. Just as she barged through the front doors, a voice called out to her. “So you made it, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Much earlier than I expected too. Shall we head off. Tyria hesitated. She couldn’t tell Meliay that she was cursed by such a ridiculous spell. Oh yeah, if I pee too much, I’ll die! Sounds so stupid even just thinking about it. She had to get out of this. “S-Sorry, Meliay. I can’t. Um… something came up and I’ll have to head south.” she tried to explain. “Huh? What came up?” “Something… real bad. I have to head south immediately. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Meliay got serious. “Tyria, I know something is up. You can tell me, I’m your friend.” “It’s just… something very personal. N-Not even I know the details that much.” “Stop avoiding the truth!” said Meliay, shaking Tyria by the shoulders. “I’m not an idiot, you can tell me!” “S-Stop!” shouted Tyria, shoving Meliay. She then backed away quickly. “L-Look just… split the Lyobie 15,000 to 15,000. I can’t make it.” “What?! Tyria!” “DON’T follow me!” Tyria turned around and walked away quickly. She felt herself on the verge of tears. Of course she would love to Meliay to help her on her journey. But with how ridiculous the curse was, there was no way Meliay would believe her. Plus her pride also somewhat got in the way for the curse’s same ridiculousness. Meliay would hold this over her head for the rest of her life. Tyria came back to reality, hearing footsteps beside her. She looked to see Meliay walking at her side. She jumped away and pointed at her. “Hey! I said don’t follow me!” “Well, I don’t listen to people who are clearly distressed and need help.” said Meliay, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your help!” said Tyria, quickly walking away. Meliay was quite taken aback. “Wow, okay…uuum.” She ran to catch up with Tyria. “I told you to stop following me!” shouted Tyria. “I will as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” “Nothing is going on!” “Then why are you leaving?!” “Nothing!” Tyria went into a slight jog. Meliay quickly caught back up with her, also in a slight jog. “Tyria, seriously? You and I both know I’m the better runner.” “Shut up!” Tyria went into a run. Meliay ran up to her side, not even panting. “Come on Tyria, tell me what’s up.” “You know Lance is gonna take all the Lyobie all for himself.” “He can have it, friends come first.” Tyria growled and broke into a full sprint. “Just stop following me, okay!” Meliay caught up with her in no time. “I’ve read too many novels to know you’re hiding something. Just tell me what it is and we can approach this problem together.” “I’ll call the guards! I’ll have ‘em take you in for stalking!” “The town's too small, so all the guards know us at least somewhat personally. Good luck trying to get that to stick.” Tyria closed her eyes and held the side of her head. “Augh! Just leave me alone!” “Never!” shouted back Meliay. Tyria started to yell as she ran, heading straight towards the south gate, off to adventure! Edited August 1 by Zentou Wanted to make chapter numbers more visible and consistent (see edit history)
Chapter 2: Secrets & Snake Oil A slight wind blew through the small sand dunes as Tyria and Meliay entered the edges of the desert. Tyria was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping down her face like a river, and she kept up with a jog, trying to go as fast as she could. Next to her was Meliay, walking beside her. She was super frustrated with Tyria’s continued antics. “Tyria!” she yelled. “Just walk! You’re just making yourself unnecessarily tired!” “I’ll… eventually… outrun you… you’ll see.” Tyria said between gasps of breaths of air. “Oh for the love of-” Meliay grabbed the stick at the side of her thigh and extended it into a full length staff with the sound of a sharp snap. She then used the head on Tryia’s feet, tripping her face first into the ground. Tyria was too tired to be angry, instead opting to just groan annoyingly into the ground. “What the hell is your problem, Meliay?!” she said in a muffled voice. Meliay crouched down next to Tyria’s head. “No, what the hell is YOUR problem?! You don’t just go ditching a mission you’ve been looking forward to your whole life! Please, just tell me what is going on!” Tyria remained silent for a moment. “It’s nothing.” she mumbled. Meliay scoffed. “Unbelievable.” She made a couple paces in front of Tyria, trying to think of what to do. While she did, she observed that Tyria still only had her hip satchel for essential things. It was no bigger than a regular bottle of water. “Did you even pack properly for where you’re going?” Tyria didn’t answer. “Hello? Earth to Tyria!” “Sure is.” said Tyria, directly into the ground. Meliay groaned and grabbed her own head in frustration. “How long are you gonna stay down there?” “Until I feel like it.” Tyria then held her arms at her side, creating a tiny dirt angel in the process. Meliay was fuming, but then something came across her mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she felt her anger wash away. She then knelt down by Tyria’s head once more, using her staff as a support. “Tyriaaaaa? I know what you’re doing now.” “What?” said Tyria, thinking nothing of it. “You’re trying to annoy me enough to leave. You know me well enough to know that I hate bratty kids, like the one you’re acting like right now. But I’m here to tell you that it’s not gonna work anymore. You’re stuck with me, end of story.” Meliay then patted Tyria’s head in a taunting way. “Well, I guess I’ll just lay here until you go away.” “Augh…” groaned Meliay, tilting her head up into the air. “Fine then, you wanna be that way? I’ll just have to start doing things my way from now on.” Tyria gasped. She then shot straight and ran in the opposite direction of Meliay. “No no no no no no!” Meliay slammed the end of her staff on the ground, creating a golden light sigil. Tyria kept running, but then she felt her body float up into the air. Meliay had cast a levitation spell on her, preventing her from running away. This did not deter her however, as she tried to run away by flailing her legs in the air. Meliay sighed and pulled Tyria towards her. “If you’re gonna keep acting like a brat, I’m just gonna carry you everywhere. And I know I can because I know your counter-magic still sucks.” “Oh yeah? Watch me!” Tyria closed her eyes and concentrated. A faint blue sigil appeared on her palm. It spun and spun until Tyria grunted, thrusting it at Meliay. The sigil broke into pieces and fluttered around Meliay. Meliay pretended to gasp, but then immediately looked back at Tyria, unimpressed. “You never practiced like I told you, did ya?” said Meliay. “I’m sure I would’ve gotten to it…” said Tyria, guilty pressing her index fingers together. “Whatever.” Meliay turned around and began walking back towards the forest, floating Tyria along with her. “Wait, where are you going?” asked Tyria. “I’m heading towards the nearest town. The direction you were going in has no towns in sight for several hundred miles. And from the looks of it, you’re not anywhere close to being sufficiently prepared to make any journey in that direction. So, we’re gonna head to town and buy supplies first. After that, I’ll make my guess as to where you were going and head in that direction. Unless you want to be generous and at least tell me where you were going?” “Not a chance!” said Tyria. “Then we’re heading to town!” said Meliay, pointing her arm in the direction of the forest. “All ahead full, Captain!” Tyria flailed in the air. “No! Stop! You have to let me go! I have to get where I’m going fast!” “And we will, but we’re gonna prepare first!” said Meliay trudging along. “In the meantime, why don’t we play a game? I’m gonna spout out some random scenarios and you’re gonna tell me if I get them right or not.” Tyria crossed her arms and looked away. “Hmph! As if I’ll tell you if you got the right answer!” Meliay chuckled. “So there is a right answer?” Tyria gasped and covered her mouth. “N-No!” Meliay laughed out loud as they continued walking. --- Some time later, Melia and Tyria were walking down a forest path. “How about this one? You were actually transported back here from 30 years in the future and the place you were going has a specific event in which you will finally be able to harness enough power to be able to go back to the future. And you didn’t want to tell us because you didn’t want to say goodbye to your dear friends?” “No!” said Tyria. “Damn… I’ll keep trying.” --- Even more time later, the two were walking across a stone bridge. A river ran right underneath it. “Uh… how about? You had a long lost brother that you thought was dead and you were off to the land of the dead to save him. You were told this by your mother, but she was cursed to never speak the truth so she turned into a monster and you had to fight her off. And because of that, you don’t wanna take your friends in hopes of sparing them the pain.” Tyria picked at her fingernails with her thumb. “No…” she said in a bored tone. “Hmm, maybe I should be less specific.” --- A significant amount of time later. The two found themselves in a large shallow cave. A waterfall flowed loudly at the entrance. Meliay made her way up the shady path behind the waterfall. Beams of sunlight poured between the cracks and shined on the waterfall, creating rainbow mist. “I got it this time. You’re actually caught in some kind of infinite time loop and the solution to solve it is over where you were heading. However, you were never gonna solve it because you decided to omit your friends in this attempt.” “No!” said Tyria, throwing her hands up in the air. “Can you stop guessing already?! I figured out that you were just stealing the plots of various books you’ve read about 30 minutes ago!” Tyria growled and crossed her arms and looked away. The flowing waterfall sprayed its mist everywhere, sprinkling on Tyria’s skin. A shiver went down her spine as her body temperature went down. But more concerningly, it gave her the first tiny reminder that her need to pee was starting to rise. Though only the tiniest smidge of need, it still scared her. “Do you think you could hurry up?” asked Tyria, rubbing her shoulders. “I dunno, are you gonna run away again?” “No! It’s just… the waterfall is making me cold.” “Aww, you poor baby! I’ll make sure you’ll get taken care of as soon as we get to town.” Tyria grumbled once more and crossed her arms again, impatiently waiting. --- Meliay and Tyria moved down the path again. This time being a paved road made of stone. They had to be close now. Tyria awoke from her pseudo nap and looked around. She noticed Meliay breathing heavily and leaning on her staff quite a bit. Tyria smiled. “Heeeey, I noticed that you haven’t been guessing for a while. Could they be because of something? Hmmm?” “Nothing.” said Meliay, panting. “Ooooh! You must’ve used up all your magic! Now you have to use your physical stamina!” “Shut up!” “Oh! Does it get worse when I do this?” Tyria then flailed around, shifting her weight as much as she could. She felt herself move this time and Meliay lost her balance for a moment. “Ah ha! It does! Then I’ll just do this! And this!” Tyria then shifted her weight one way, then the other, pushing around Meliay in the process. Meliay gritted her teeth and pounded her staff into the ground. “That’s enough!” The golden light surrounding Tyria doubled in intensity and she was forced into a plank-like position. “Ugh! You are so uncool! Do you know how uncomfortable this position is?” “Then stop messing around or I’ll shut your mouth too.” “You and I both know doing this will take twice as much stamina. You won’t won’t last much longer.” said Tyria with a smug grin. Meliay looked ahead and saw something. “You wanna bet?” She then took off running. “Huh? That’ll just tire you out more!” said Tyria. But then she saw what Meliay saw. There was a traveling merchant just outside of town. “Oh no. She said under her breath.” --- As they approached, they saw the shopkeep sitting out front. Her skin was on the darker side and her hair was black and extremely short. She wore a skin tight suit that went from her neck all the way down to her ankles, with some gray padded light armor woven into her outfit around the chest and shoulders. She was barefoot, but despite that, her feet looked pristine and untouched by dirt or soot. She was reading a book. Meliay noticed that her eyes danced around the page and she was rubbing her reading arm as if she was slightly cold. “Hello.” said Meliay. The shopkeep jumped and tossed her book through several items on display. “Oh! Um, can I help you?” she asked, trying awkwardly to look like she never lost her composure. “I’d like a mana potion, the biggest one you have.” said Meliay. “Yes!” said the shopkeep, pumping her hand. “Finally, my first business of the day! I’ve been waiting so long!” “Huh? Business is usually good here in Bofford.” said Meliay. “Unless… you’ve been set up in front of the west gate all day?” “The town’s people said this was the gate with the most people coming through. But, I haven’t seen anyone yet. Must be a night caravan or something.” the Shopkeep said in a somewhat airheaded way. “I’m pretty sure they lied to you because this path goes nowhere except the desert.” The Shopkeep put a hand on her chest. “Ahh!” she said with a high pitched squeak. “Now why would they ever do that?” Suddenly, Meliay grunted. She gripped her staff hard. The Shopkeep noticed that Tyria was struggling to get out of her constraints. The yellow energy began to flicker as she tried. “Um… the mana potion please.” said Meliay. “Okay!” The Shopkeep went into her cart and shuffled around with bottles. “So what are you here for, huh? You bringing in a bounty?” “More like a stubborn friend.” said Meliay. “You’re stubborn!” shouted Tyria. “Good one.” said Meliay, unamused. “Ah ha! Here we go!” The Shopkeep came out holding a strange blue potion battle. “That will be 350 Lyobie please.” “350?! That‘s so much for such a tiny potion! Plus, it doesn’t even look like a royal standard potion.” “You would be right, dear customer!” said the Shopkeep, swishing her finger to her sentence. “For you see, I made a house blend that is sure to perk your mana reserves right up to full with as very little liquid as possible. However, the ingredients are quite expensive, hence why the price may be higher than usual.” Meliay looked over the labeless bottle. “And you’re sure it's safe?” “I drink it everyday, so don’t worry about a thing.” said the Shopkeep, waving away Meliay’s question. Meliay sighed. “Fine.” She began to fish out coins from her satchel. “No! You can’t do the deal!” said Tyria. “Please, I have to get out of here!” The Shopkeep frowned. “Aww, you heard her miss. I’m afraid I can’t sell you this potion.” Meliay looked at her confused. “What?” The Shopkeep then placed her hand on Meliay’s shoulder and bent over laughing. “You shoulda seen your face! Ha ha! Of course I’ll still sell! Not like she’s in any position to make any demands!” “I-I’ll pay double!” said Tyria. “You don’t even have that much on you, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Plus, if she took that deal, I would’ve paid triple.” “Ugh! How are you so rich and cheap at the same time!” Meliay grunted and tossed the coins at The Shopkeep, to which she caught and quickly pocketed while giggling. Meliay took a sip of the potion, then immediately choked on it and spit it out. “Damn!” she said, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. “This stuff’s strong!” “The taste is usually pretty intense for people the first time.” said the Shopkeep, tilting her head endearingly. “I can offer you a potion approved by the royal standard.” “No no, I can handle it.” Meliay hyped herself up and quickly downed the whole potion in one gulp. In an instant, Tyria could feel the golden light tighten up around her body. “Oh great…” she said defeated. Meliay coughed into her sleeve. “Augh! That is the best and worst thing I’ve ever drank!” The Shopkeep then picked up a pen and clipboard. “Ok, then how would you rate your experience?” “Um… it’s good. Really good. Especially for an intermediate mage like me, it felt like it could’ve filled my mana to the max and beyond. Tastes awful though. So unless I was going on a super serious mission, I think I’ll stick with royal standard potions.” “Oh poo…” said The Shopkeep, writing down what Meliay said. “That’s always been a problem with this brew. But I appreciate your input.” The Shopkeep put down the pen and clipboard. “Small, compact, and strong, great for long and strenuous missions! As long as you can handle the taste.” “Right… uh, well thanks. I’ll see you around.” The Shopkeep then moved up to Meliay before she could leave. “I should tell you though. As a mage, I’m sure you know that increased magic densities require a sacrifice be made.” “And… what exactly did I sacrifice?” asked Meliay. “Oh, nothing too bad. Just that it has a bit of a diuretic effect. About the same as a whole cup of coffee.” “Ha! That’s nothing! I drink one of those early in the morning everyday!” said Meliay confidently. “Okay, just thought you should know. Have a nice day!” said the Shopkeep, waving goodbye. “See ya.” Meliay went on her way. But the Shopkeep gave a look at Tyria, to which she was trilling her lips in boredom. The hair on back stood and she gasped. “You!” the Shopkeep said, pointing at Tyria. “You bear a mark, you are cursed!” Tyria’s heart sank. “Uh, no I’m not.” she said. “Yes, you are.” said the Shopkeep, doing a wave of her hand in front of her.“Hold still, I have one last concoction I think I can give to you.” She then went inside her cart. Meliay waited and eyed Tyria suspiciously. Tyria grinned nervously, trying to look like she didn’t know what she was talking about. “Hey, Shopkeep.” asked Meliay. “Just how do you know Tyria has a curse?” “Oh, because I dabble a little bit in hex healing! Being someone who makes custom blends, I also delved into concoctions that can resist curse and hexs. Maybe even outright get rid of them!” Suddenly, they heard the sound of glass breaking. “Oh… I’ll clean that up later. Ah ha! Here!” The Shopkeep came out with a green wine bottle. “Heck yeah, I can go for a drink.” said Meliay. “No! Not for you! I just didn’t have a regulation bottle to put this in.” She held it out in front of Tyria. “This concoction should do it! But, you’ll have to down the whole thing. Are you okay with that?” “How do you know this will even work?” asked Meliay. “I’ll have you know, I’ve set up my own hexs and curses in a controlled environment. And only half my test subject died.” “WHAT?!” shouted Tyria. The Shopkeep bent over laughing. “I’m kidding! I got you again, ha ha!” She laughed for a bit longer until she realized they weren’t laughing. “Ahem Tough crowd huh?” “Well, I am. But she isn’t. Though, I doubt she’s in the mood.” said Meliay. “Anyway, just drink this and your curse should be rid of you in an instant.” said the Shopkeep. Tyria thought for a moment. “H-How much?” “Oh for you? It’s in the house. You’ll be the first life I save with this.” “Didn’t you say you cure curses with this before?” asked Meliay. “Yes, in controlled environments. With relatively inconvenient curses at that. Numb body curse, infatuation curse, pee desperation curse-” “What?!” asked Tyria. “Long story. Could you please let down our friend? It will be hard for her to drink hanging up there.” asked the Shopkeep of Meliay. Meliay sighed. “Fine.” She tapped her staff on the ground and Tyria fell face first into the ground. “Smooth, Meliay.” said Tyria through the ground. “Very smooth.” “If anything, you probably deserve it.” Tyria stood up. “Can I drink it now?” she asked the Shopkeep. “Of course!” The Shopkeep gave the bottle to Tyria. She sighed as she looked at it while rolling it in her palm. Meliay cleared her throat. “So? Do you wanna maybe tell me what was going on if you’re gonna drink that?” “Um… there was nothing going on. I was just going to uh… humor her.” said Tyria with a nervous smile. “Rude.” said the Shopkeep. Meliay scoffed and looked away. However, something strange happened. Her vision became blurry and she found it hard to stand. Her head then started to spin. Tyria then popped the cork on the bottle and took a sip, immediately choking on it and spitting it out. “Oh yes, it contains the same ‘properties’ as your friend potion. Do you think you can drink it?” “I’m gonna have to try.” said Tyria with a determined tone. She spun the liquid in the bottle and held it quickly upward, creating a vortex as it went down her mouth. It tasted awful, but if it was able to rid her of her curse, it was worth it. “Whoa, bit a party girl, weren’t you?” asked the Shopkeep. “Mm-hm.” said Tyria as she drank. The vortex got smaller and smaller until there was nothing left. Tyria dropped the bottle on the ground and gagged. “AUGH! That tastes so bad.” she said, spitting out what was left in her mouth. “My my, this is a surprise.” said the Shopkeep. “You made my job much easier.” Tyria was confused. “What do you mean by that?” she asked. When she looked back up at her, the Shopkeep had a devious grin on her face. This creeped out Tyria. But then she heard something drop beside her. Meliay had dropped cold on the floor, fully unconscious. She gasped and looked down, seeing the bottle drip some liquid. “Shit!” she exclaimed, kicking the bottle away.” The Shopkeep chuckled. “Kick the bottle all you want, Lil’ Miss Tyria. You can’t undrink the concoction.” Tyria drew her sword. “Y-You… Snake Oiler!” Her words became slurred, her vision blurred, her head started spinning, and she started to stumble around. The Snake Oiler gasped. “Is that a Displacium sword?! How lucky, I can sell that for a lot!” Tyria swung her sword, making the Snake Oiler dodge back. She cackled at Tyria’s futile attempt. “S-Stay back! This is mine! It was… a gift!” “Aw! And it comes with a story?” said the Snake Oiler. “Even better!” She moved in against Tyria. Tyria swung, but the Snake Oiler ducked under, grabbed Tyrias arm, and elbowed her in the stomach. Tyria bent over in pain as the Snake Oiler took her sword. “Sorry to cut our encounter short, but you guys have some pretty interesting stuff. I hope you don’t mind if I… ‘appropriate’ it from you guys.” Tyria fell to the ground. “You… bitch.” she managed to say before the world started to go black. --- Some time had passed and Meliay began to stir. She groaned and stretched out her arms with a yawn. The sky was orange with the color of sunset. Meliay gasped. She stood up and looked around. They were taken slightly off the path and laid upon a rock. She felt her side, her satchel was gone. She felt for her staff, that was gone too. “Damn it!” she yelled. She stood up and held her head in frustration. “I can’t believe we got snake oiled!” She then frantically felt all around her clothes for any “particular stains”. After all, being drugged and being put in the middle of nowhere, a young woman can’t be too careful. Luckily, she didn’t find anything and she took a sigh of relief. She then felt a presence. Something familiar was nearby. “That’s right!” she said to herself. She raised her hand into the air. After a moment, her staff came flying back into her hand. “Ah yes!” Meliay kissed the pole of it. “Thank god I got this branded! Oh wait, Tyria!” She looked at the rock and saw that she was laying on the same rock next to her. “Oh, thank goodness.” She held out her hand and covered Tyria with blue energy. Two sigils appeared above and below Tyria, then came to meet in the middle with a blue flash. Tyria’s eyes opened and she groaned. “Ugh, five more minutes please…” she said groggily. “Wake up!” shouted Meliay angrily. “We got snake oiled!” Tyria gasped and stood straight up. “That’s right!” But suddenly she bent over slightly. Her bladder had become somewhat swollen. Turns out that drink was still a diuretic after all. She fought the urge to place a hand on her crotch. After all, Meliay was watching. “No! Not now!” Tyria said under her breath. “What was that?” asked Meliay. Tyria shot upright and raised her hands defensively. “Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” The sudden movement made her urge shoot up just a little bit and she couldn’t help but raise her leg and twist ever so slightly. Meliay groaned and slammed her staff on the ground. “Alright! That’s enough of the bullshit, Tyria! I’ve tried as a friend to let you tell me what was happening on your own. But now I just had all my shit stolen because you couldn’t just fess up. You’re lucky I just branded my staff so she couldn’t take it since it only works when I hold it.” Tyria was a bit scared. She backed away slowly, lowering her hands cautiously. “Okay, in the grand scheme of things, maybe I’ve been a little bit of a dick.” “Maybe?!” “Okay! For sure a dick, alright? But please, let me just assure you that there is nothing wrong. I’m… I’m gonna be okay.” Meliay sighed. “You’re a shit liar, you know that?” she said with her arms crossed. She then walked over and got right up in Tyria’s face. “One last time, Tyria.” she said softly. “Are you in danger?” Tyria was on the verge of tears. Her lip quivered and her voice started to wheeze. She turned away. “I-I’m fine. I told you.” Meliay gave a disappointed sigh. “Why did you have to say that?” Suddenly, Tyria’s body was covered in energy chains, freezing her in place. “Hey, what are you doing?!” said Tyria. Meliay walked up in front of her and sat down on the rock they had been laying on. She stared daggers into Tyria, crossing her arms and legs. “We are not moving from this spot until you give me a real answer!” “What? I told you my answer already! Plus, I did this earlier and that didn’t work!” “Yes, you did. But do you want to know what the difference is? We got snake oiled, all of our stuff is stolen except my staff, which means if we don’t move fast, you may never see your precious sword ever again!” Tyria was shocked, almost betrayed. “Meliay… please, you wouldn’t let that happen.” Meliay gave a disheartened sigh. “You backed me into a corner, Tyria. At this point, I have to do what is necessary. Why won’t you believe in your friends, Tyria? What about this whole thing has got you so fucked up?” “I-I can’t!” said Tyria, sputtering her words at the verge of tears. “Y-You’ll never believe me!” Meliay stood up and hugged her. “There, we’re already one step closer. Now just tell me what’s happening. What do you think I won’t believe?” “I… uh…” “Tyria please. No one would be having this reaction if whatever affected you isn’t real. And there’s no way you’ll ever let that sword go. It was the last gift your mother gave you before she passed. Only your ears can listen to the story stored in it. And if that bitch sells it to some chump who breaks it, that story is lost forever.” Tyria gave a quivered breath. “So please. Believe in your friends, believe in me.” Tyria closed her eyes and tears fell. “Okay… Okay.” she said in a scratchy voice. “Y-You know the witch we kicked out of the village the other day?” “The one that set up hexs all over town that was making everyone need to pee really bad?” asked Meliay. “Yeah. In my sleep, she cursed me in my sleep. She made me watch her do it in my dreams. She… she made it so that if I ever pee more than 10 times after that day, I would die.” Meliay stepped back, her mind trying to process all this. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Meliay quickly looked back at Tyria. “No, no, it’s just… Have you been able to verify this… curse? Are you sure it wasn’t just… a bad dream?” “The witch built in a reminder. Everytime I pee, I’ll die for a couple seconds. I found out in the tavern when I had to pee worse than I ever had before. I went pee, and I died right there in the stall when I finished. My heart stopped! I couldn’t breathe! It was like something sucked the life out of me! It was… horrible!” “Okay… alright, uh… then, where were you going?” “The Mushroom Falls. There was a vision I had. A hint. It told me to go there. There’s this magical whirlpool inside that should supposedly cure me of my curse. I don’t know if I should drink it or jump right in, but I just know it's there.” Meliay was stunned. She turned around slowly, still trying to process what was told to her. “Meliay? Meliay, do you believe me? Meliay, look at me, please!” “That fucking psycho hexing bitch!” she said angrily. She yelled and she slammed the head of her staff into the ground, causing a wave of golden energy to cascade through it like kicked up water. “I knew she was weird, maybe even sick, but this shit?! No! She’s a monster!” Meliay pounded the end of her staff on the ground, releasing Tyria from the chains. She then turned around and grabbed her by the shoulder. “I may have expected a lot of things, but definitely not this. But if you truly think that you are in danger, if the way how is a stretch for me, I will help you anyway I can. I promise.” Tyria’s eyes filled with tears. “Meliay… Maliay, thank you!” She threw herself onto Meliay, sobbing loudly into her shoulder. Meliay, ran her hand down her head comfortingly. “Shhhh, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna fix this. Together.” “Uh-huh!” Tyria said, still sobbing. She backed away and wiped a tear from her face. “Yeah… alright.” Meliay smiled endearingly at her. “Now, let’s go get your stupid sword.” Tyria half laughed. “A joke from you? That’s new. Thanks Meliay, I feel a bit better now.” “Plus, I have a little secret of my own I need to tell you.” said Meliay. “Oh? What’s that?” “I… kinda have to pee.” Meliay said, crossing her legs. “Turns out those drinks were diuretics after all.” “Ha! I uh… kinda need to pee too.” “Then we’re in this together. Let’s get this done. I’ll use my magic to transport us to the town, that’s probably where she ended up. That does bring up a question though. Your pee will come out eventually. Will you just hold on for as long as possible or go as soon as you see a bathroom?” “I’m gonna hold on for as long as possible, then go into a private area with no people so that I can… uh, die in secret. Yeah, I didn’t think too much about it.” Meliay smiled. “Then let’s hurry, the sooner we get your sword, the sooner we can move at our own pace.” “Right!” said Tyria. Meliay slammed the end of her staff on the ground, engulfing them both in golden light. They floated over the path towards the town and blasted themselves forward, taking off like rockets. As they flew, Tyria worried slightly, squeezing her legs together as they flew. --- It was almost night time by the time they got to town. They floated towards the center of the shopping district and landed softly. As Tyria landed, she shivered. It wasn’t clear to her what was better, managing her desperation in the air or the ground. Meliay noticed her concern. “Don’t worry, we’ll try and get this done fast.” Tyria nodded. “Okay first, let’s ask around and see if anybody knows who she is.” Meliay pointed at a nearby tavern. “Then after that, make back at that tavern to discuss our findings.” “You got it!” said Tyria, pumping her fist. “And be careful. There will be some… “unsavory” people attracted to young women wandering around at night.” Tyria waved away her concern. “You worry too much! Plus, these hands should be enough to handle any average person.” Meliay looked at Tyria’s stance. “You’re pee dancing.” Tyria gasped and tried to stand up straight, but couldn’t help but keep her legs squeezed together. “Just try to avoid any unnecessary conflict. We shouldn’t take any chances.” Tyria sighed. “Alright… Let’s go.” The two split up and began to ask around for the snake oiler outside of town. --- “That brat?” said one bystander. “I’m sure everyone in town knows about her. We try our best to warn everyone, but we would’ve never expected for anyone to go through the west gate.” --- “She makes some good shit, lemme tell ya. Though it tastes like shit too. It's a shame really. That girl wastes her talents being a petty thief.” --- “Oh I know her all too well.” said the resident Barkeep. A stout old lady. “She came around about 6 months ago. At first, I didn’t think all too much about it, but then things started getting stolen. You’d think that wouldn’t be all too surprising for a trade town like this, but she was different. She would prance around at night, taunting her victims by yelling into the night sky about her ‘accomplishment’.” “So does that mean she’ll be prancing around tonight?” asked Tyria, crossing her legs tightly behind the counter. “Hard to say. She just kinda does it whenever she wants. Could be today, could be a week from now. Though the strange thing is that lately, she’s only been targeting women. Then after prancing around about her achievements, their items are returned one way or another. I think she’s actually after something else from these women, enticing them to stay by stealing their stuff. But that’s just an old theory of mine. That’s about all I know.” “Okay, well, thanks for your time.” The barkeep nodded and went back to work. Tyria sighed and sat at an occupied table. Time seemed to move so slowly. Her need to pee was slowly increasing and it was making her count every second. A wave came and she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply, crossing her legs tightly while bouncing up and down as her bladder fought for relief. Suddenly, Tyria was startled by a pounding to her left, making her almost lose a leak. She bit her lip trying to stay composed. “Ugh, well today has certainly been enlightening.” said Meliay, twirling on her staff into the seat across from Tyria “Everyone tell you the same thing?” asked Tyria. “She’s not new, she’s a showoff, and she steals peoples stuff.” said Meliay. “Half of that stuff we practically already knew.” “You seem more frustrated than me.” “Well that’s because-” Suddenly, the two of them heard drunken laughing behind Meliay. She closed her eyes and sighed in an annoyed way. “Oh my god….” “Heya there, good lookin!” said a big drunken man, he slammed his arms on their table, leaning on them while he looked at Meliay. “You never gave me an answer back there hic and I was just wondering-” “No!” Meliay said sternly. “Ah come on. You two are the talk of the town, going around asking all sorts of questions about that lil hic nuisance. People are thinking you’re the mafia, but not me! Not lil’ old Steve! Mafia are more subtle, secretive. If they wanted to deal with their trash hic they’d have done it already. You two are real passionate, strong women who want to get back what was stolen on their own terms. I like women like that.” “Will you just leave us alone already?!” shouted Meliay, standing up angrily. Steve laughed and fell onto the table. “Well if you like us so much, are you able to provide any information on this snake oiler?” “Tyria?!” said Meliay, surprised she would even give him the light of day. “I mean, did you even ask at least? We should consider all our options.” Meliay sighed and sat back down. “Tell me what you know… Steve. And maybe, and that is a very BIG maybe, I will humor you.” Steve fist pumped flat on the table. “Yessssh!” He then sat straight up and got straight to business. “You see, I’m part of caravan- er, more like a group of friends, that is traveling across the land in search of all kinds of exotic women to make our wives.” “Gross.” said Meliay. Tyria shushed her. “No! We’re not like other guys! We look for soul, we look for competence, we look for love! No easy going city showoffs for us. Ha ha!” “Can you hurry up with your life’s story please, we’re in a hurry.” said Tyria. Meliay nodded in agreement. “Of course! hic That girl has been trying to get in contact with every caravan, adventure groups, even just a traveling buddy to escort her out of the town. Me thinks of three things with this kind of behavior. 1 hic She’s scared of something out there and wants protection. 2, she needs to get out of here quick and needs someone that will make her trip easier. Or 3, she wants to make easy pickings off someone while traveling to another city to expand her operation. And considering that she wants to go south to Garmberland, everyone is sure that the 3rd reason is the most likely.” “Interesting.” said Meliay, pinching her chin as she thought. “Alright Tyria, I have a plan.” “You do?” asked Tyria and Steve at the same time. “Yes. We’re gonna put up a flier saying that we’re seeking a third party member. Saying we’ll meet up in a secluded location. Then we capture her and make her tell us where our stuff is!” Tyria nodded. “Simple, effective, straight to the point. Let’s do it when you’re ready.” “Yesh!” said Steve, throwing his hands up in the air. “When do we start?” Meliay gave a disgusted grunt. “YOU aren’t a part of any of this.” she said, trying to push him off the table. But Steve was so big that Meliay just pushed herself back. Steve stood up, disappointed. “Come on, I gave you what you wanted. hic At least let me see this to the end.” Meliay stood up with him. “No more! It is miserable being around you!” she said, poking his chest like it were a sword. “Your hair is a mess! You have an untrimmed bush for a beard! Your clothes are stained with who knows what! You absolutely reek of alcohol! And you’re fatter than any farmer's pig that I’ve ever seen! Just generally a really bad time to be around!” The tavern “ooh’d” at Steve’s belittlement. Steve’s face grew serious and he downed the rest of his drink. He took a breath and burped. “It’s not fat hic …It’s power.” He said with one last smirk. Meliay scoffed and pointed the tip of her staff at his face, extending the staff right into his face. With a loud metallic WHACK, he feel to the floor. The tavern cheered as his body rocked the whole building on impact. “Strikeout Steve strikes out once again!” One patron shouted. “Damn, can’t believe I lost that bet!” “Better luck next time, ay buddy!” The tavern was roaring with laughter, bringing a whole bunch of attention that Meliay didn’t want. “Let’s get a paper and be done with this. I wanna get out of here as soon as possible.” “O-Okay.” said Tyria. They both got up and headed over to the bar counter. Meliay picked up a blank piece of paper and set it down in front of her. “Don’t you need a pen?” “No, I’ll just inscribe what we need with magic.” said Meliay. She placed her finger tips at the bottom of the paper. Blue energy started to swish around the paper, having straight ink streaks appear. Tyria watched as Meliay worked. In the constant drone of voices and music in the tavern, she tightened her legs again. Another wave made her need known. She sucked in air through her teeth and tried her best to hold it in with just her legs. But she could feel it pushing its way through her body. The pressure increased and her bladder started to ache. She tried and she tried, but it was too much. She was forced to quickly hold down on her crotch with one hand. Her breathing became labored as she bottled up her desperation. After a bit, the wave subsided, and Tyria gave a sigh of relief. Tyria cautiously took her hand off her crotch, hoping that another wave wouldn’t start. She sighed, tired of anxiously waiting around. She pointed to the Barkeep. “I'll take a shot, your strongest please.” Meliay looked at her surprised. “Are you sure?” “I really need something to take the edge off.” Meliay sighed. “I’ll take one too.” “You got it.” said the Barkeep. She took a bottle and quickly filled up two shots before sliding them over to the girls. Meliay sipped her shot conservatively, but Tyria downed the whole thing in one shot. The drink was so much stronger than she was expecting. She coughed hard, making her lose a tiny drip of pee into her panties. “Shit!” said Tyria. She crossed her legs, but the need felt the same. She took a deep breath and focused on not losing it like that again. Meliay heard what happened and quickly finished up her drink and the flier. Meliay then pinned it to the questboard before coming back and patting Tyria on the shoulder. “I found a spot in town where we can meet earlier. Let’s head there now.” “Yeah, okay. I just hope this works fast or not at all. I’d hate to chase her while losing it.” “It’ll work, trust me.” Meliay held Tyria’s hand and started to lead her out of the Tavern. As they went, Steve looked at them from the ground. “What a woman.” he said before laying back down and sleeping. But just as the girls went through the doors, a hooded figure entered right beside them. They moved between the patrons without drawing much attention until they got to the quest board. They skimmed over all the listings until they found Meliay’s flier. “3rd party member needed,” they read. “Considering any and all races, skill levels, and mannerisms.” The hooded figure raised their head, revealing partially that they were the Snake Oiler. “Yes! Maybe I can finally get out of here! I won’t be trapped anymore! Where? Where?!” She read it again. “The alley behind the cool Ramen place on Fusard street? Aw hell yeah! They even have taste!” She then quickly made herself out of the tavern. “Just you guys wait, I’m coming!” --- Tyria and Meliay sat on a couple crates in the middle of a small alleyway. Meliay took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, but then a sudden realization crossed her mind. “Aw shit!” she said. “Huh? What? Did we forget something?” asked Tyria. “Yeah. I forgot to go pee.” said Meliay, squeezing her legs together. She rubbed her hand over her stomach. “I think I’m starting to feel it in my bladder” Tyria couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “The cool and focused Meliay forgot to use the bathroom herself? What a blunder.” Meliay laughed a bit herself. “Shut up! I was just so focused on your thing that it just… slipped my mind.” “It’s just as much your thing as it is my thing. She stole from both of us, remember?” “I guess you’re right.” Melia sighed and snaked her hand down to her crotch, holding it. “You’re pretty comfortable already.” said Tyria. Meliay crossed her legs over her hand. “Needing to pee is pretty far from comfortable.” “No, I mean holding yourself like that. I’d never do that in public.” “Well, we aren’t in public, are we? Let yourself be comfortable. We’re friends after all, and we’ve definitely done much weirder stuff with each other.” “I guess you’re right.” Tyria placed a hand over her crotch and held it. She sighed as she was slightly relieved of the pressure. But then she laughed out loud. “Weirder things, that’s right!” “What?” asked Meliay with a smile. “Remember that time when we were just a stone’s throw from our 20’s? We had the wildest sleepover the day before your 18th. We visited, we fooled around.” “Oh my god, Tyria! Stop!” said Meliay, hiding her face with her free hand, smiling embarrassingly. Tyria leaned towards her, doubling down on her speech. “Your room was a mess! There were clothes strewn everywhere! We saw each other fully in the flesh for the first time! Did all those stupid poses and tried to paint them even though both of us couldn’t paint!” Meliay lowered her hand and smiled at Tyria endearingly. “I remember.” Tyria smiled back. She spoke more softly and intimately. “We even decided to see what it was like to kiss another woman. That session must’ve lasted for hours.” “It was a bit more than kissing, Tyria.” said Meliay, blushing. “You do remember!” said Tyria, happy as can be. “Then after all that, we cuddled each other as we went to bed on the same bed. But we still couldn’t go to sleep as we were too busy exploring each other. Heh, I’m sure I can trace your body from memory alone.” “You were so warm while I was cold. You really warmed me up in that bed.” “Yeah! And you were so cold it turned my boobs into daggers!” Both of them laughed hard, but both stopped abruptly, suddenly remembering their desperation. Tyria cleared her throat. “And then the next day, we celebrated your birthday. The manor was full of people and servants. The only people we knew were each other, and lance but he doesn’t count. We never separated that whole party. Then the time came… and I went home. Everything returned to normal.” Meliay became conflicted. Her thoughts became clouded with a question and whether or not to ask it. She took a deep breath. Considering Tyria’s situation, she decided to spill it. “Why uh… why did we… you know, stop there?” she asked sheepishly. Tyria sighed. “It was a super fun day, one of the best I’ve ever had. But, for some reason, it just didn’t feel right. It was… what’s the word? Passionless?” Meliay remained stoic, but this stabbed a hole right through her heart. “Like, how friends do weird shit for the sake of doing weird shit. It was fun to experiment with each other. But I think for a while now that I’ve decided that it just isn’t for me.” The two were silent for several moments, crossing their legs periodically. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay snapped out of her trance. “Yeah, cool, uh… good for-” “I’m scared.” said Tyria, her voice cracking. Meliay softly exhaled and listened intently. “I want to keep going. I wanna see what other kinds of weird shit we’ll do. I wanna see who we can become! We haven't even started our stories yet and now I have… this.” Tyria gestured to her whole body. “At this point, I’m not even sure if I have more than a week left at this pace.” Meliay sighed, stood up, and hugged Tyria. “We are gonna get through this, Tyria. I promise. This is not where your story ends. Count on that.” Tyria hugged her back. “Thank you, Meliay. Oh thank you. You’re the bestest friend anyone could have.” Meliay silently nodded. “Hello? Is anyone here?” asked a voice. The girls gasped. “Already?” asked Tyria in a hushed voice. “Get ready!” said Meliay. The two split up and hid the best they could. “Hellooooooo?! Y’all said you guys were meeting up here!” After a moment, the snake oiler they were looking for stepped in. She was wearing a tattered brown hood over her regular attire. She was also holding a bowl of ramen and slurping up the noodles as she spoke. “I’m her to apply for that 3rd party member you needed.” She paused. “I was also wondering if you guys were heading south. Specifically to Garmberland?” She slurped some more ramen waiting for someone to answer. “What? Did someone get here before me?” She sighed. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone for some ramen.” The snake oiler turned to leave, but then an energy wall blocked her path, startling her. “Glettings Bara!” shouted Meliay, her voice echoing through the air. The snake oiler saw her approaching. Meliay dragged the head of her staff along the ground, igniting it with golden energy before slamming it into the ground. “Oh crap!” said the Snake Oiler. She jumped out of the way just as the staff sent a wave of destructed energy through the ground with a metallic ting. Meliay then hurriedly pointed her staff at the Snake Oiler and Tyria came out holding a crate over her head. “What are you gonna do with that?” asked the Snake Oiler, pointing at Tyria. “Bash your head in for a start.” said Tyria, angrily. The Snake Oiler wiggled her fingers in the air. “Ooh, so scary.” she said with a smug smile. “Shut the hell up, bitch!” said Meliay, advancing on the Snake Oiler until the head of her staff was up against her neck. “Where the hell did you take our stuff?” The Snake Oiler shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe it's already gone.” “What?!” shouted Tyria. The Snake Oiler snickered. “Honey, you have to understand. Holding onto contraband is just bad for business. I got rid of it as soon as I could.” “Yeah, well that’s not good enough!” shouted Tyria. She then shoved the corner of the crate as hard as she could into the Snake Oiler’s stomach. “You’re gonna lead us to whoever you sold it to or is where your story will end!” Melaiy gave Tyria a worried glance. Why would she use her inspiring words as a threat? The Snake Oiler wheezed. “Okay! On the note that you guys might be slightly serious, I would maybe probably help you.” As She talked, she silently pulled a bottle out from under her cloak. “But unfortunately, I have better things to do than to help a couple little lost girls find their precious little toys!” “How dare you!” shouted Tyria. The Snake Oiler held the bottle over her head. “Ta ta!” She slammed the bottle into the wall, creating a thick black smoke. Tyria and Meliay both stumbled back, coughing from all the smoke. Meliay thought fast and slammed the end of her staff on the ground. The black smoke instantly blew away. “She got away!” said Tyria, trying to suppress her cough. “I’ll find her!” said Meliay. She pointed her staff up into the sky and flew up. High above the buildings, she could see everywhere. From the corner of her eye, she saw something slip into the shadows. “Got you!” Meliay pointed her staff up to the sky and a huge beam of ice shot out. Her eyes glowed yellow as she focused on her target. “Ispirenga!” She threw her staff downward, hurling the beam straight down. “Oh shit!” shouted the Snake Oiler. She dove out of the way, but felt her feet get blasted by the cold. “Ah! That’s cold!” She inspected them and saw that they were covered in frost. She pulled out another bottle and poured it on her feet. They glowed with orange energy, warming them up enough to rid them of the frost. “She’s in the north east!” shouted Meliay down to Tyria. “Okay! I’ll meet you there!” shouted Tyria. Meliay nodded. Foot pedals sprung out near her staff's head and she stepped on one while diving straight at the Snake Oiler, staff first. Tyria ran out of the alley but then felt a huge wave of desperation. “No! Not now!” She doubled over and crossed her legs. Her hands were glued to her crotch as she felt her pee make it a tiny amount down her urethra. “Come on, come on!” She looked over and saw Meliay slam onto the roof that the Snake Oiler was on, exploding the tile into pieces as her staff dug in. The Snake Oiler backflipped away from the attack. “Hey! That’s someone’s house! Hope you can pay for that!” said the Snake Oiler, tauntingly. Meliay was hyper focused now, unwilling to play her game. She tore her staff out from the roof and pointed it at the Snake Oiler “Leiptra!” A string of golden energy blasts shot out. The Snake Oiler yelped and quickly threw a bottle at her feet. When it broke, it created a big could of hardened foam that soaked all the blasts, breaking apart like rock with each hit. The Snake Oiler dived off the roof and used a grappling knife to hook onto a high building and swung away. “You are so boring! You know that?” she yelled as she swung. Meliay growled and leapt after her. Tyria couldn’t just stay behind and watch. She used her anger to absolutely force down her wave of desperation, so much so that her body slightly cramped. The pee went back into her bladder and her desperation was momentarily replaced with aching from the effort. “That should work.” she said to herself. She then ran off as fast as her bladder would reasonably let her. The Snake Oiler landed on a long stretch of roof with Meliay landing not too close behind her. She thrust her staff ahead of herself like a spear and a blast of spiraling energy shot her forward. Before the Snake Oiler could react, she was pounded on by the head of the staff, flying away in a tailspin from the golden blast. She fell face first onto the roof tiles and rubbed her back with her butt in the air. “Ow! That really hurt!” “Good!” said Meliay. She swung the staff like a polearm, making the Snake Oiler roll away to dodge. She jumped up to her feet, backpedaled from two more swings of the staff, then took a quick swing of another potion. As Meliay swung again, the Snake Oiler ducked under the attack and spat the potion back out on Meliay’s staff. Meliay groaned in disgust before trying to swing again, but her staff didn’t move. It was glowing with red energy, stuck in the air and unable to move. “How was that?” said the Snake Oiler, proudly. “I locked your toy in space time! Pretty clever, huh?” “You know what, yes.” said Meliay. She then jumped over her suspended staff and drop kicked the Snake Oiler in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She then whipped back around and used a counter magic sigil on her palm. She grabbed the staff and the red energy broke like glass. “Clever won’t beat me though.” Meliay then swung around and swung her staff across the air, sending a slash beam towards the Snake Oiler. She gasped and hopped off the roof into the alley below. When she landed on the ground, she sighed with relief. “There you are!” shouted Tyria. The Snake Oiler looked to see that Tyria was at the end of the alleyway, her hand on the wall as she breathed heavily “I’m not through with you yet!” “Well I sure am!” said the Snake Oiler. She ran as fast as she could down the opposite direction. Then Meliay yelled as she came down with her staff primed to strike the ground. “Glettings Bara!” shouted Meliay as she struck the ground. The Snake Oiler jumped on the wall as the energy wave passed through the ground, wall jumped one more time, then footstooled Meliay’s head before diving away again. She then ran across some scaffolding and knocked it down, blocking the path between her and the girls. “Ha! Can’t get me now, huh?” said the Snake Oiler. Suddenly, the debris glowed orange, wiping the smile off her face. The debris exploded with a red hot fire and the Snake Oiler was thrown back. Meliay and Tyria both stared at her from the flame, looking threatening. “J-Just who are you guys?” The Snake Oiler struggled to her feet and pulled out another bottle. But something was wrong when she inspected it. “What the heck, why do I have this on me?” Tyria and Meliay continued the chase. Meliay saw the bottle in the Snake Oiler’s hand and she pointed her staff at it. “Leiptra!” she shouted. She shot a golden energy blast and broke the bottle in the Snake Oiler’s hand. The bottle exploded into a bright yellow powder, engulfing the area in a yellow cloud. “Augh! Why would you do that?!” said the Snake Oiler, breathing in some of the powder. As Meliay and Tyria ran through it, they breathed some in as well. “You don’t get to ask questions!” said Tyria. She yelled as she sprinted full speed ahead of Meliay. She threw herself at the Snake Oiler, hoping to tackle her to the ground. But the Snake Oiler grappled away up towards the roof. Tyria pounded her fist on the ground. “No!” Townspeople started to gather, wondering what all the noise was about. “I guess that little thief pissed off the wrong people.” “Serves her right, if the Royal Guard weren’t gonna do anything about it, better these girls do something.” Meliay ran up behind Tyria and looked up, seeing the Snake Oiler get away. She looked around and saw a man with a sword in its sheath. “Sorry sir, I need to borrow that!” She slammed the end of her staff into the ground and the man’s sword was surrounded in golden energy. “What? Hey!” His sword flew out of its sheath and spun like a frisbee right at the Snake Oiler. She looked back and gasped, curling up in a ball as she braced. The sword didn’t go for her though, it cut the grappling hook in half. “Awww! But that one was expensive!” she said as she fell onto a lower roof, rolling as she landed and continuing to run. Tyria stood up and got an idea. “Throw me. Meliay, throw me!” Meliay slammed her staff again. “Got it!” A giant sigil appeared in the air. Tyria stood upon it as it aimed directly at the Snake Oiler. “Go!” The sigil launched Tyria into the air like a rocket. She yelled as she flew, thrusting her arms out like an animal pouncing. The Snake Oiler was only able to give a quick glance before she was absolutely tackled up into the air. Her body folded in half from the sheer force as Tyria grappled onto her tightly, unwilling to let go even an inch as they tumbled through the air. As they came close to landing on another roof. Tyria screamed as she threw her hardest punch into The Snake Oiler’s face. The force of the punch went through her face onto the roof, springboarding them both back into the air. Now they were on a crash course straight into a wall. But Tyria didn’t care. She swung one last sucker punch before they crashed into the building, cracking the infrastructure. Tyria crashed on her side and fell straight to the ground. The Snake Oiler clipped her back right on the edge of the roof, causing an audible crack in her bones as she bounced slightly ahead of Tyria. As roof tiles fell on Tyria, she quickly got back up and brushed them off, stomping towards the Snake Oiler. The Snake Oiler was now scared for her life. She tried to get back up on her feet, but a huge pain made her bend over. “Ow! My back!” She looked again, Tyria was approaching quickly, her eyes forever than any adversary she’s ever seen. The Snake Oiler turned around and began to limp away, but the pain was too much and she couldn’t move like she used to. In one last ditch effort, she reached out to the people around her. “Help me! Pleas-” Tyria grabbed her shoulders and threw her to the ground. The townspeople only looked on, unwilling to help. The Snake Oiler groaned in pain as Tyria sat on top of her, grabbed her by the collar bones, and slammed her face into the ground a couple of times, breaking her nose and splattering blood on the ground. Tyria then forced her to turn around and began to choke her. “Of all days, you just had to pick this one!” said Tyria, in a growling voice. “My treasure, my memories, my last gift from my mother! It's gone because of you! And now you made me waste what could be my last week alive chasing you around like it's a game?! No! You don’t just get to walk away!” The Snake Oiler’s vision began to blur as she struggled to breath. She had no idea that this person was one so traumatized to the point that would start getting choked out because of it. She whimpered and gasped what she could, desperately pushing away Tyria’s face. But then, she noticed something. “You’re… ACK- crying…?” she said. Tyria gasped. She had a momentary lapse in judgment as she took her hand off the Snake Oiler’s neck and wiped a tear off her face. The Snake Oiler gasped for air, wheezing as she clawed at her neck. Tyria looked at the tear in her hand. This feeling. It held all her frustrations. Her memories, her friends, her future. All will disappear in a very short amount of time. And this Snake Oiler, she is costing her this precious time. She was livid, wondering if this Snake Oiler could have stalled long enough to have her fail at her quest. The thought was too much. Tyria gritted her teeth in rage and let loose another punch into the Snake Oiler’s face. Then came another punch, then an elbow, then a headbutt. Meliay ran up behind her. “Tyria! What the hell are you doing?!” Tyria ignored her and continued on. “Tyria, stop!” she yelled, throwing her staff down and trying to pull her off. Tyria pushed her away and continued. “Tyria! That’s enough!” she shouted, throwing herself in between the two. She took a couple blows to her body before shouting, “Don’t be like him!” Tyria gasped. Her punches finally stopped and she leaned back in horror. She looked at her hands, now peppered with blood. Her breathing got heavy as she started to hyperventilate. She then looked at Meliay, looking like a lost little girl. Meliay nodded comfortingly. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” Tyria nodded with a shaky breath. Meliay reached for her staff and pounded the ground. Both Tyria and the Snake Oiler were both raised up into the air with golden energy. The townspeople began to bicker. “Damn, I was hoping to see a show.” “Why did they stop? She deserved it didn't she?” “She got off easy. I personally would’ve done more.” All these comments reached the ears of the Snake Oiler. She looked down sadly, having thought she had gotten used to these comments. But they still hurt all the same. Her lip quivered and she tried to speak. “S-Southeast-” “What?!” asked Meliay sternly. The Snake Oiler yelped as she raised her hands defensively. “I-I’m sorry! Your stuff is in a warehouse in the very southeast of town, bordering on the wall! The key is under a doormat! I-I’ll lead you there!” “And how do I know this isn’t just another trick of yours?” asked Meliay. “It’s not, I swear! You can find it, take everything, and I’ll shut the fuck up forever! Okay, I got it! Please don't hurt me anymore!” Meliay pondered for a moment. She looked at the Snake Oiler, seeing her sputtering the blood coming down from her nose. “Fine.” Meliay rose from the ground and blasted off down the street. As they flew, the Snake Oiler gave worrying glances at Tyria. But upon further inspection, she noticed that Tyria was looking at the ground, looking absolutely dejected. It made her wonder why Tyria was acting this way, but those questions would have to come later. --- A door creaked open into a messy room, stacked tall with boxes and junk. The door got caught on some junk on the floor, stopping it from opening all the way. The door slammed into the junk a couple more times before someone outside groaned in annoyance. Suddenly, the door burst open with golden energy, breaking and knocking down everything in the way. “That’s my stuff!” said the Snake Oiler. “Shut… up!” growled Meliana. “Mm-hm, got it!” the Snake Oiler zipped her mouth closed. Meliay walked inside and looked around, floating in the Snake Oiler and Tyria behind her. She found a desk with a firefly lantern. She flicked it, illuminating the area. “Okay, Tyria, sit here and get some rest, okay?” said Meliay. Tyria nodded. Meliay set her down on a chair gently. “And… what about me? I told the truth.” said the Snake Oiler. “You-!” Meliay swung her staff. From the junk, a rope came out and wrapped itself around the Snake Oiler’s body. “Get to shut up!” She then finished by wrapping a cloth gag around her mouth. She then dropped the Snake Oiler on the ground, making her moan in pain. Meliay then turned to Tyria. She knelt down beside her. “Tyria, are you okay?” she asked calmly. Tyria shook her head. “Tyria. I know the last day has been incredibly stressful, for all of us. But never, even in the face of death, should we ever lose ourselves. We have to be able to live true to who we are. Or else, will be disgraced in death. I’m here. I’m here to help you. Live by who you are, not by being engulfed in your emotions. Okay?” Tyria solemnly nodded. “Yeah.” Meliay sighed. “Alright. We’ll resupply with the stuff we can find around here, then we’ll continue on to Garmberland.” The Snake Oiler’s ears perked up at the name of the city. Meliay walked away and began to sift through the items. Tyria became lost in her thoughts again. What was she doing? She was actually about to kill that girl. She remembered back to an argument she had with her father. “I’ll never be like you!” she shouted as a child. She slammed the door and never went back home. Sometime later and a little bit older, she found herself around a table with younger versions of Meliay and Lance. They had their hand on top of each other in the center of the table. “Here’s to our new party!” she cheered. “Cheers!” the other two cheered, all raising their hands in celebration. Then Tyria remembered all the bandits they’ve captured and turned in. Some were simply lost and needed rehabilitation. Others were less than savory and chose to be locked up. But the important part was that they got a choice to change, to be someone else. “To be better.” said young Lance. Tyria found herself sitting on the edge of a cliff looking at the sunset over their town of Kinida in the distance. She was resting her head on his shoulder endearingly. “We have to be better than those around us.” said Lance. “For if we aren’t the ones to set an example, the cycle of violence continues. Revenge begets revenge, you know what I'm saying?” Tyria playfully pushed him away. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?” “Whaaaat?” he said, laughing as well. The memories echoed into silence. All there was now is the soft light washing over the dried blood on her hands. Then another feeling washed over her. She shifted nervously in her seat. It felt like her crotch was going numb. Her nether regions all felt like static and though her desperation felt the same, she could feel her pee snaking its way down her pee hole. “No! Stop!” she said to herself. She stood up and bent over desperately, clutching her hands on her crotch as hard as she could. But her muscles were not working the way they were supposed to. They felt weak and fatigued. Her pee immediately squirted out into her panties, making her double over. “Oh god!” The pulsed out of her pee hole. A spur, a leak, another spurt. It just wouldn’t stop. Eventually, it quickly spilled out into her pants, creating a sizable. “Ah! No… why?!” said Meliay. Tyria looked over to see that she was in the same predicament. She dropped her staff and held on to her crotch tightly. The front of her dress had a slowly growing wet patch. As it grew, pee seeped out from between her fingers. It also streamed down her legs, snaked its way through her stockings, and splattered on the floor. “M-Meliay!” Tyria called. Meliay looked over and saw what Tyria was going through. “Oh my god! Tyria, can you hold it?!” she asked. Another spurt burst out of her pee hole into her pants. “Nooo!” she squealed. Meliay tried to make her way over to Tyria, but had to stop in order to close her own pee hole. Try as she might however, she could only shake with effort as another spurt made its way down to her feet. “What’s happening to us?” she asked. “There’s no way we could’ve lost focus for that long!” “Varnspydir!” said the Snake Oiler. Meliay jumped and backed away from her. In doing so, a huge torrent of pee splattered on the floor before she was able to stop in. “Ah! How did you get out?!” “Oh, well you may use magic to tie me up, but you tied it like a shoelace and so it was easy-” “I don’t care!” shouted Meliay. Tyria then yelped and her wet patch grew once more. A couple of drops hit the floor. “What is happening?” “Oh! That would be the Varnspydir powder you blew out of my hands! It’s a spider species that lives to the north in city sewers and outside unmaintained outhouses. They coat pee on their webs from any animals, demons, humans, whatever they can get their hands on in hopes of attracting bugs with the smell. And to increase that chance, they secrete aromatics from their bodies that induce a diuretic effect and numb the urethral muscles in hopes that things pee near it. To use for their webs and such.” Both Tyria and Meliay bent over again, holding their pee as it spurted out of them. “A-And what you shot out of my hand was a pure concentrate of that aromatic, which is like 10x’s more potent! We all breathed it in and so that’s why this is happening!” the Snake Oiler finished quickly. Tyria twisted her body as another spurt escaped her body, dripping onto the floor and extending the wet spot to just above her knees. “Stop! Please! I can’t pee yet!” Meliay shuddered as another spurt of pee splattered near her feet. “A bathroom! Is there a bathroom for Tyria?!” “Huh? Why? It’s not like-” Meliay recalled her staff to her hand and pointed it at the Snake Oiler. “Bathroom! Where?! Now!” The Snake Oiler raised her hands defensively. “Okay! Geez! There’s uh… one in the back corner! But there’s a bunch of stuff in the way-” Meliay swung her staff, immediately knocking everything out of the way with a large clattering sound. “Or you could just do that.” she said with a disappointed sigh. Meliay opened the bathroom door and there it was. A toilet, plain and simple, though covered in a lot of dust. Meliay point to it. “Tyria, go, it’s all yours!” “But Meliay.” she said, trying her best to quell another spurt. “What about you!?” Meliay tried to stop another spurt, but muscles became so weak that she couldn’t reduce it down to anything less than a constant trickle. “Mmmm! Don’t worry about me! You’re more important! Just go!” Tyria nodded. “Thanks!” She waddled her way past Meliay, who was now using her staff pole to push against her pee hole. Twisting and turning desperately trying to get her trickle to stop. Tyria made it a few more steps, each one having another drop of pee fall into her pants. But then, due to the poor lighting, she stubbed her toe on something solid, causing a shock of pain to rock her body. “Ow!” she yelped. The sudden shock made her lose what little control she had and then she now had a small constant trickle. She held, she crossed her legs, she twisted and turned, nothing was working. “I don’t think… I can make it!” Meliay’s pee hole continued to gush around her staff pole. It was in such a way that the Snake Oiler could see under her raised skirt. The pee pooled up in her plain white panties before spilling out around the staff. “Oh… wow…” she said in a shaky voice. Just then, Meliay lost focus of where her hands were and she pressed the button that retracted her staff into its compact size. “No!” she yelled as it fell out of her hands. It clattered on the floor and Meliay fell to her hands and knees chasing after it without thinking. The sudden shock from her falling to the floor broke the dam. She felt her bladder jiggle as the pee spurted out hard from her pee hole. She immediately used her hands to hold her crotch. Her face down on the floor, her butt in the air in full view, her legs crossed, the pee gushed out like a fire hose. “No! Stop! A proper lady doesn’t do things like this!” she said. She squeezed her eyes tight and breathed through her teeth. But it was all over. The pee flowed straight through her fingers, creating a huge puddle as it pooled up at her knees. “I think potion concentrate doesn’t care whether or not you’re a proper lady.” said the Snake Oiler, completely enticed with the sight before her. Tyria looked back. “Meliay!” she said, seeing her lost battle. Tyria was more determined to make it this time. She grit her teeth and took a step forward. The trickle then grew twice as strong, emptying slightly fast now. Pee drops were now constantly falling down from her pants down near her feet. “No! I… can… make… it!” She took one more step. Suddenly, all her control was lost. The pee gushed out of her pee hole, splashing against the inside of her pants pretty loudly. Waterfalls of pee streamed out of her pants and formed a puddle under her feet. Despite this, Tyria kept fighting to hold it in. “No no no no no! I can’t pee! I can’t pee yet! Not yet!” The Snake Oiler looked at her confused. “Why? Just let it out, you already lost.” “I just can’t! I need to stop by any means necessary!” said Tyria in a strained voice. She started to do ridiculous things. She arched her back, she hopped up and down, she even unbuttoned her pants to stuff her hand directly onto her pee hole. But nothing even slowed it down. It gushed around her inserted finger and came out all the same. The sight from Tyria almost swept the Snake Oiler off her feet. She could see Tyria’s red panties, entirely darkened from the wet pee. And she was so close to seeing what was under Tyria’s pussy. She jumped up and down while biting her lip. Eventually the streams slowed down to a trickle until there was nothing left for the girls to lose. Meliay groaned in embarrassment as she sat up. Her mage robes were completely soaked all the way up to her shoulders, probably from her laying in the puddle as it grew. “T-Tyria?” she called. She stood up, letting residual pee fall from her body and clothes back into the puddle. She was still fighting. Holding on with her hand completely still and shivering. Though, the pee still trickled into the puddle below her. Eventually, her bladder lost everything and flattened out. Tyria finally gave up and gave a sigh of relief. She looked up at the two people in front of her. “Meliay.” she said simply. Then, as one final pee drop fell from her pants onto the puddle, her expression became blank. “Tyria?” asked Meliay. Just then, Tyria’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees buckled. She collapsed into her pee puddle with a splash, completely gone. “Tyria!” cried Meliay. She slid over to her side and held her in her hands. She held her hand on Tyria’s face. “Tyria! Come on! Stay with me! I’m still here!” The Snake Oiler was shocked. “Wait, what?! Did… Did she just up and die?!” Meliay continued to cradle her body. She was on the verge of tears and her voice began to crack. “Tyria, please come back! Please! I need you back! I… I love you!” Tyria’s body remained lifeless. Edited August 1 by Zentou Accidently left the name of a song I listened to while writing a particular section. Was originally a YT link so thank go it only left the name when I CRTL + V'd. I do wonder if that's allowed though. Linking certain music links for immersion (see edit history)

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