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Chapter 3: A Stupid Escort Mission
Tyria gasped. She was floating in a dark space. Weightless and unable to see anything, she spoke. “Hello?” Her voice echoed within the infinite darkness. As the echoes faded, something responded.
“Come hither child, we have much to discuss.” said a beautiful womanly voice. A mirage of warbling images appeared in front of her Tyria was speechless but enticed. She willed herself to move towards the images.
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“Tyria!” cried Meliay, cradling Tyria in her arms.
“Oh hell naw! I did not sign up for this!” said the Snake Oiler. She rushed over to the desk and swept everything off of it. She then took off her cloak and laid it flat on the table before sticking her hand deep inside it as if it were a chest. She started to pull out an assortment of random objects and potions. “Nope! That’s not it! Oh, save that for later. Come on, I know I have one!”
“What are you doing?” asked Meliay, cautiously reaching over for her staff.
“Ah ha! Got it!” The Snake Oiler fished out a very pristine bottle from the cloak. It was a simple clear bottle with a wisp inside shedding various sigils from its body. “Here, take this!” She threw it to Meliay.
“What is this supposed to do?” she asked.
“It’s a life water wisp! It will revive anyone you use it on! But hurry, it only works a minute after death!” The Snake Oiler explained.
“How do I use it?” asked Meliay, hurriedly.
“Inscribe her name on the bottle!”
“With what?!”
The Snake Oiler threw her hands up in the air. “I dunno, anything you have on you! A pen, scratch it in with your nails, use your blood if you have to!”
“No, I got something!” Meliay placed the tips of her fingers on the bottom of the bottle and magical streaks of energy laid black ink on the bottle, spelling Tyria’s name. “Now what?!”
“Now smash it over her heart as hard as you can! You have to break the bottle on the first go or else you’ll kill the wisp inside and it wont work! If you love her, make sure you make this count!”
Meliay grit her teeth and clenched the bottle hard. She raised it high over her head and yelled as she used all her strength to smash the bottle into Tyria’s chest. The bottle shattered to pieces and a huge pulse of blue and white energy swept through the room, knocking even more junk on the floor. The firefly lantern went out, plunging the room in darkness.
Tyria immediately gasped for air and her body writhed from the strain. She coughed as Meliay held her close. “Oh thank god, Tyria! You’re okay!”
“No…” said Tyria weakly. “Why did you do that?”
Meliay held Tyria by the shoulders in front of her and gave her a confused look. “Why?! Tyria, you fucking died! What else was I supposed to do?!”
Tyria stood up and backed away from her. “Wait a little longer! I was almost there!”
Meliay stood up with her. “There?! Where is there?! The gates of heaven?!”
Tyria held her head in frustration. “They were trying to-!” But then she got a good look at Meliay. Through the moonlight coming from the windows, she could see streams of tears going down Meliay’s face. Her expression was distraught and her body shuddered with every slight sob.
“I… I really thought I lost you.” Meliay said with a sob.
Tyria gave a soft gentle sigh. “I’m… I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try and explain what I saw.” Meliay whimpered as she threw herself onto Tyria, hugging her so tightly as if she never wanted to let go. Tyria wheezed from the pressure, but eventually hugged her back. The two stood there hugging for what felt like a whole minute, slowly rocking back and forth from one foot to the other.
“*Ahem* You know… we’re both drenched in pee.” said Tyria.
“Shut up.” Meliay mumbled into Tyria’s shoulder. “Lemme have this a little longer.”
Tyria smiled. “Okay.” The two embraced for a little while longer.
Suddenly, the two heard a loud bang on the desk. They saw that the Snake Oiler had slammed a potion bottle on the desk. Meliay quickly pulled away from Tyria and summoned her staff to her hand, pointing it at the Snake Oiler.
The Snake Oiler raised her hands in fear. “Whoa! A bit jumpy today, aren’t we? Relax, it's an ice pack. You know, for this?” She pointed all around her battered face. She then took out a sack and placed the bottle inside, where the whole thing cracked and crumbled into ice chunks. Meliay sighed and retracted her staff. The Snake Oiler placed the sack on her head. “So, I guess that curse was the real deal.”
“You’re the one who pointed it out, Snake.” said Tyria.
“Well yeah, I didn’t lie about the hex healing stuff. The thing is, people cast joke curses on each other all the time. But the joke will be ruined if the afflicted person knows they’ve been cursed. The human body is able to sense all basic curses. So pranksters like to add veil moss or frost mirror into their cursing mixtures, very common stuff. Very easy to detect. A veil moss curse will make water glow when it comes in contact with skin and a frost mirror curse will make the skin glow in any light other than sunlight. And considering that neither of those things occurred when… you know, all this happened.” The Snake Oiler gestured to the pee puddles and the firefly lamp. “I think whoever put this on you was a little more serious.
“You know all this, Snake?” asked Tyria.
“Like I said, I dabble.” The Snake Oiler sat down on a nearby chair and sighed. “Why are you calling me Snake though?”
“‘Cause you’re a snake oiler!”
“I have a name you know! It’s Dagalin, in case you’re asking. And my potions are legitimate! So don’t label me as someone who makes backwater slosh and sells them as miracle cures just because I may or may not have also put a couple knockout pills in them when I sold them to you.”
“You what?!” shouted Meliay, advancing slightly.
Dagalin sunk into her chair. “Okay! In hindsight, maybe that was a bad idea! That is my B! I learned my lesson! But, let the record show, my products are of the highest quality.” Dagalin said her last sentence with a hint of pride in her voice.
Meliay gave an annoyed sigh. “Whatever.”
Dagalin threw her hands in the air. “Didn’t that mana potion max out your mana?! How about that revive bottle? All the tricks I used against you!”
“Not that!” said Meliay. She then turned to Tyria. “We need to talk, in private.”
“W-What for?” asked Tyria.
“And where?” asked Dagalin. “You know this is just one big huge room, right?”
Meliay looked around and saw the bathroom door open. She took Tyria into the bathroom and looked outside the door at Dagalin. “Don’t even think about coming over here!” She then slammed the door.
“Whatever, I wasn’t planning to anyway.” She sighed as she laid back in her chair. A thought came to her. “The hell am I doing?” She threw her ice pack on the ground and went back to her cloak. She pulled out a bundle of white, chalk-like sticks stacked into a pyramid and set it down on the table. She snapped her fingers over it, sparking them and igniting a blue flame on top of the bundle. She then took out an empty bottle, threw in an assortment of ingredients she could find around the warehouse, and snapped the flame again, making it blow out a long stream of blue fire.
Dagalin waited patiently as she swirled the bottle above the flame. After a bit, she held her thumb over the spout, shook it, then took a swig. After waiting a moment, her wounds began to heal very slowly. But she was dissatisfied. “Too slow.” she said to herself. She then dove through all the junk in the warehouse. “Come on, I know I have a couple more bottles of the stuff.” She clattered through things until she found what she was looking for. “There you are!” Out from the pile of junk, she pulled out a bandolier of bottles. It held 5 bottles of Varnspydir powder, with one slot missing.
She took a bottle and brought it over to the desk. There, she glanced at her nearby measuring tools. “Nah, I’ll just eyeball it.” She popped the cork of the Varnspydir powder and tried to pour it into her potion. But it was clumped together in the bottle. Dagalin grunted in annoyance and gave the bottle an extra hard shake, making an extra large clump go inside. “Oops. Oh well, should be better that way.” She mixed the drink again over the flame and took a swig. She retched, forgetting that Varnspydir powder made potions taste super bitter. She took a deep breath and hyped herself up before downing the whole thing in one gulp. Suddenly, her wounds began to close rapidly. It burned somewhat being helped that fast, but it was worth it. Her nose snapped back into place and her back straightened out to the sound of popping bones.
“Hoh god!” she said, tensing up as the pain subsided. “Now for the real test.” She bent down and did a backflip in place. There was no pain whatsoever. “Yes, it worked! I’m da best!” she silently cheered to herself. After the celebration, she wiped her nose and noticed dried blood. “Now to clean that up.” She moved over and crouched over a bucket full of water meant to catch the leaky roof water when it rained. It may or may not have been a couple days old, but she didn’t care. She picked up a towel nearby and washed the blood off her face.
But just then, a feeling she was expecting to come made itself known. Her legs crossed instinctively and she felt her lower body start to feel like static. “Uh oh…”
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Meliay slammed the door to the bathroom. There they stood, two girls stood across from each other with barely any space and only a small singular toilet separating them.
Tyria scratched her head. “Well, what did you wanna talk about?”
Meliay hot straight to business. “What did you mean by what you said earlier?”
“That huh?” Tyria sighed. “You remember what I told you when I peed the first time?”
Meliay nodded. “You said you had visions pointing you towards Mushroom Falls.”
“Yeah. It’s just that this time, it was something different. Someone called out to me in a vision. I think… I think someone is trying to help me!”
Meliay’s jaw dropped. “Really?! W-What did they say?”
“They said something like, ‘The potion peddler will be a pertinent power in your particular quest. They will-’” Tyria stopped.
“What’s the rest?” asked Meliay.
“I don’t know.” said Tyria. “You pulled me out before they finished telling me.”
Meliay sighed. “Damn. I guess… maybe I did overreact.”
“Meliay.”
“No. You’re the one that told me 10 times right? And you died and came back once already right? Why would this time be any different? And now you missed out on some important information.”
“Melaiy!” Tyria grabbed her by the arms. “I’m thankful that you’re still concerned for me to such a degree. Don’t sweat about it too much. I heard enough to know about what to do next. But, I’m not sure if you’re going to like it.”
Meliay sighed, already knowing what it meant. “Do we really have to take her with us?”
“I don’t see why not. The voice told me too and they haven’t led us astray yet. And she isn’t very strong. You noticed how she never directly fought us, she spent the whole time running. And despite what she did, her potions do work wonders.”
Meliay pondered for a bit. “Fine enough I guess. But how will we convince her?”
“She was the one looking for a way out of town right? I don’t think it will be too hard.”
Suddenly, the two heard a slight knock at the door. Meliay groaned. “Ugh! What did I say about coming over here?!”
“I know I know!” said Dagalin on the other side of the door. “But- *Nnh!* I inhaled the Varnspydir powder earlier too. I need to go pretty badly and I don’t think I can hold it for very long. Can you guys hurry up?”
Meliay got an idea. “We… don’t have to convince her right now, do we?” she asked silently.
“What do you mean by that?” asked Tyria.
Meliay extended her staff and gave Tyria a mischievous grin. “Let’s say we get a bit of payback, yeah?” Tyria smiled at her idea.
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“Come on guys! This is really mean! I have to go really bad now!” said Dagalin, holding her crotch and crossing her legs tightly. She was being hung slightly above the ground with golden energy. Meliay and Tyria watched with smiles on their faces while sitting on a beach chair and loveseat respectively. That sat in front of the blue fire Dagalin made earlier, stripped down to nothing but their underwear. Their clothes sat close to the fire, drying off after the two tried their best to wash off the pee.
Meliay fondled her staff as if she were admiring a bouquet of roses. “Don’t worry. I just think it’s fair that we all experience the same things together.”
“It’s not fair!” shouted Dagalin, squeezing her eyes shut. “You’re the one that shot the Varnspydir powder and breathed it in!”
“But what were you doing with such a substance?” asked Tyria jokingly. “Little girls shouldn’t have such dangerous stuff on them!”
“I’m 22! I drank beer until I couldn't stand! I’ve smoked weed! I’ve even *Nnah!* had sex! *Mmnh!*” Dagalin squealed and a tiny wet spot appeared on her crotch. She tried her best to hide it from the girls, but Tyria pointed straight at it.
“Look! A little bit came out!” said Tyria with a laugh. “I gotta say, this is actually pretty exciting! I’m shaking in anticipation just waiting for it to happen.”
“I didn’t make a show out of your guy’s need to pee!” said Dagalin, who leaked another gush of pee through her fingers.
“Don’t lie!” said Meliay. “I saw you giving us googly eyes back then. If anything, you were enjoying it!”
“How did you…” Another leak gushed through her pee hole, this time getting a few drops to hit the floor. “I mean, you’re lying! You’re lying! You’re lying! You’re lying!” Dagalin shook around in protest, which only served to weaken her control even more. She gasped and bent over as her pee hole opened slightly, starting a constant trickle. “Guys! Please! I’m not kidding! I am really losing it! Please let me use the bathroom!” Dagalin whimpered as she twisted her body and crossed her legs as tight as she could. But the stream continued to gush through her fingers, occasionally pulsating more powerful spurts. Pee drops started to splatter on the floor like a light rain.
“Okay, okay.” said Meliay, “I’ll throw you a bone.”
This smidge of hope was enough to inspire Dagalin to clamp her numb pee hole shut, though it was still taking her maximum effort to remain so. “R-Really? You’ll let me-”
“I think it's the gravity.” said Meliay with a smirk. “Maybe if I just turned you upside down, you could hold it better.”
Dagalin panicked. Her body was slowly being turned upside down. “No! Please don't do that! Come on! These are really my only clothes!”
“Don’t you have your cloak?” asked Tyria.
“W-Well, yeah.” said Dagalin, her hair starting to point towards the ground. “But the material is like… not great. If I wear it too long without anything underneath, it’ll start to chafe my boobs.”
Meliay laughed. “What boobs?! Do you even have anything under that padded armor?”
“Ah! Now that is the meanest thing you've said to me all day! My pristine breasts are the perfect shape for B cups! So humble yourself, your boobs dont even compare to Tyria’s!”
“Oh ho!” shouted Tyria. “I told you! I freaking told you! Mine were slightly bigger!”
Meliay scoffed. “Alright, I’m speeding this up!” She pounded the end of her staff into the ground. Dagalin quickly swung straight upside down. The shock made her gasp and restarted her constant trickle. Tiny dark streaks of pee started to snake their way down the belly of her skin tight suit.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! Please stop!” begged Dagalin. Her legs crossed tightly and her hands squeezed as tightly as they could. But now the position was awkward and it felt like her hands weren’t applying any pressure at all.
“Nope! You pissed me off! So hurry up and pee!” Meliay retracted her staff into its compact form and she swung it up and down like a wand. Dagalin whimpered as she shook up and down in the air. Each time she went up, her pee would squirt out like an open bottle on a bumpy road.
“No! *Mnh!* I can’t! *Hmn!* Hold it any longer! Ah!” With one last high pitched squeak, Dagalin felt her dam break. Pee flowed full force through her suit and hands, falling down like a waterfall over her upper body. It pooled up in her hands and drenched every dry area of her suit with pee, even traveling slightly upward into her thighs as the material absorbed the pee.
“Whoa! Look at her go!” said Meliay.
“Woooooo!” cheered Tyria, clapping her hands as she watched.
Dagalin stretched her head out as much as possible, bracing for what was coming. Streams of pee came out of the suit near her neck and trickled down across her face. She closed her eyes tightly as it came down, soaking her hair and trickling off of their tips. Pee splattered on the floor like a showerhead, pooling up rapidly and spreading far and wide, eventually combining with the two other puddles.
“Oh…” said Dagalin in a dejected voice. “This is so gross.” The stream started to slow down and the pee cascading down Dagalin’s body finally dried up. She blew the pee off of her lips and slowly opened her eyes. “Are you guys happy now?”
“I’m better,” said Meliay. “Don’t know about happy though.”
“What?! What else do you guys want from me?!”
“Our stuff for one.” said Tyria.
“It’s here! I swear! You just gotta find it!” said Dagalin, flailing her arms about. “I’ll-I’ll even help you guys look!”
Meliay sighed. “As long as you make yourself useful.” She waved her staff and the golden energy around Dagalin dissipated. However, she dropped face first into her own pee puddle, splashing her whole face in it. She quickly sat back up and spit out the pee and rubbed her eyes. “Ah! Why though!? Haven’t I been through enough?! I’m sorry, okay! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”
Tyria and Meliay stood up and began to sift through the junk in the warehouse. “Notice that this is the first time you’ve actually apologized for what you did to us.” said Tyria.
“Nuh uh! I said sorry earlier!”
“That was for the breast comments.” said Meliay. “The other one was for the actual crimes.”
“I just…” Dagalin’s voice cracked. “Could you guys stop already?”
Tyria looked at Dagalin. She was sitting on her knees in her own pee puddle, not even an ounce of her suit was dry anymore. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Tyria sighed. “Fine, I guess you’ve had enough.”
“I disagree.” said Meliay.
“We shouldn’t be too hard on her, especially if we are going to ‘employ’ her in our plan.”
Dagalin raised her head. “Plan?”
“We’ll tell you later.” said Tyria. “But if everything goes well, we maybe probably kinda sorta MIGHT take you along to Garmberland.
Dagalin’s eyes lit up and she stood straight up, residual pee dripping from her bodysuit. “Really?! You’ll actually take me?!”
“She said maybe.” said Meliay. “Make yourself useful and maybe we’ll consider it.”
Dagalin quickly saluted, unintentionally flinging pee drops at the other two girls. “Yes Ma’am’s! And while we’re at it.” Dagalin pulled the zipper down from the back of her suit, peeling it off and stripping down to her bare skin.
“Whoa! Hey!” said Tyria, turning away.
“What are you doing?!” asked Meliay, shielding her face.
“Oh my god, who cares. We’re all girls here, right?” Dagalin said. “You two already seem pretty comfortable with each other already. And besides,” she leapt onto the desk and crossed her legs seductively while leaning into her cloak, “We can have some of these.” she said in a sing-songy voice. She took out a fancy wine bottle out of the cloak and popped the cork. “I think we can all lose some stress.”
“I don’t really think that’s a good idea for Tyria.” said Meliay.
Tyria then quickly walked over and snatched it out of Dagalin’s hands. “Don’t care, gimme.” She held the bottle above her head and gulped it down as fast as she could. The wine flowed so fast that it started to flow out of her mouth. The foam streamed down her chin and slowly crawled down her breasts, slightly dampinging her bra. Meliay looked with wide eyes. Her nose started to bleed slightly from the arousal. But she quickly wiped it away.
“I-I sometimes worry that you may be an alcoholic, Tyria.” said Meliay.
“Hey! That stuff is expensive! Save some for the rest of us!” shouted Dagalin, trying to wrestle the bottle out of Tyria’s hands. The three bickered into the night, each drinking their fill of the wine.
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The morning light crept in through the windows. The birds chirped and the wind blew gently. There in the warehouse, which was somehow cleaner and messier with everything pushed to the walls, laid Meliay on the floor. She was sleeping and her underwear were both on the verge of falling off her body. She moaned and she turned to a more comfortable position. Then an arm reached around and held her tightly. Meliay smiled, liking the embrace.
The arm ran its fingers around her body seductively, tracing around her midriff and breasts. Meliay couldn’t help but slightly laugh. She coiled up, aroused from the stimulation. Then the arm slowly moved under Meliay’s bra and slowly caressed her boob, being sure to run its fingers slowing along her nipples. Meliay chuckled and held the hand caressing her breast. “Tyria.” she said.
“Oh? Is that who you think of when I do this?” said a different voice.
Meliay gasped and stood up, holding her bra and panties in place as she stepped back. She saw Dagalin laying next to where she was sleeping, wearing nothing but her cloak that barely even went down to her hips. “What the hell are you doing?!” she asked.
Dagalin sat up and stretched her arms in the air. “Well good morning to you too, Meli. I just thought we were getting to know each other better.”
“That was just straight up sexual assault!” shouted Meliay.
“I dunno, you seemed pretty into it at first.” said Dagalin with a teasing smile.
“Shut up! You just… caught me off guard!”
“Well I would like to know more.” said Dagalin, laying back down and resting her head on her hands, swishing her legs back and forth in the air. “After all, that little outburst yesterday probably has a really juicy story behind it. ‘Tyria, I… I love you!’”
Meliay flipped Dagalin over with her foot and grabbed her by the collar of her cloak. “You never heard that! Do you understand?”
“Um, I’m not sure its a good idea to bottle up your feelings like that-”
Meliay slammed her head into the ground. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
“Yes! Ow!” Meliay let her go and Dagalin rubbed her head in pain. “Forgive me for trying to help out with your relationship issues.”
Meliay walked over to her clothes after adjusting her underwear. She picked them up and felt them for any dampness before putting them on. “The hell do you know? We just met you yesterday! Don’t pretend like you know a damn thing about us! If anything, the only reason I don’t throw you out the door is because Tyria needs you for something!”
Dagalin looked to the side and pointed. “You mean that Tyria?”
Meliay looked over just as she slid her arm through her robe sleeve. Tyria was sitting on her loveseat, sleeping and drooling off to the side. Her posture was somewhat uncomfortable looking and her bar had fallen down her body, exposing both her breasts. Meliay was embarrassed beyond belief. “Oh my god.” she said to herself.
“Quite perkier down there than I imagined.” said Dagalin, inspecting Tyria’s breasts.
Meliay sighed. “Tyria! Wake up!”
Tyria jumped in her seat and snorted. “Huh? Whaaa?”
“We overslept. We should’ve got moving ages ago.”
“Oh…” Tyria then rubbed her forehead, feeling a lingering hangover. “Augh… we should get going.” She stood up and looked around for her clothes.
Meliay cleared her throat and held Tyria’s clothes in front of her. “And for god's sake, try and look decent.” She then threw the clothes into Tryia’s arms.
“Uh… yep, got it!” Tyria said Frantically, quickly fixing her underwear and getting dressed.
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Dagalin snapped the end of her suit’s sleeve onto her skin. “It’s good to be back.” she said confidently. She turned around and waved her cloak aside, making it billow in the air.
“I wish I could say the same.” said Tyria, holding an ice pack to her head. “I really went crazy last night.”
“Thankfully, my ice pack from yesterday never melted. Another showing of my skills as a potion maker.” said Dagalin.
“Enough of that.” said Meliay, laying down Tyria’s map. “We have to plan out our next movements. They have to be efficient and safe.”
Tyria and Dagalin both stood over the map. “If I pee 9 more times, I’ll die for real?” she read. “So that’s how the curse works.”
“Hey, mind your business.” said Meliay.
Tyria raised her hand. “No, it’s okay. If we’re gonna take her with us, I think we should have as little gaps in knowledge as possible so we don’t have to bog ourselves down with secrets.”
“Look, I know I told you to tell me what was happening because I was your friend. But Dagalin is someone you just met yesterday!” said Meliay in protest, "You can’t trust her with this information.”
Tyria sighed. “Meliay, please.”
Meliay hung her head down in defeat and groaned. “After kicking a weirdo witch out of our hometown, she was cursed to… not be able to pee more than 10 times or she dies. And everytime she pees, she will die for a short amount of time as a sick ‘reminder’.”
Dagalin stepped back, somewhat startled. “Wow… that’s definitely something.”
“You don’t believe us, do you?” asked Tyria.
“No, I sort of believe you. Sort of hard to discredit you after you dropped dead last night.”
“So as a hex healer, do you think you could dispell it yourself?” said Tyria.
“Hard to say.” said Dagalin, pondering with her finger on her chin. “I could test to see which ingredients were used to affect you. But I don’t think you have that kind of time.”
“What does learning about the ingredients help us do, and why won’t we have enough time?” asked Meliay.
“Simple. I learn the ingredients and I can use counter ingredients to dispell some aspects of the spell. But, these days there are so many ingredients that it would take a week to sift through them all. Unless you’re really good at holding your pee or you can go several days in a row without drinking anything, which is unhealthy in itself, I don’t think we can identify them and procure counter ingredients in time.”
Tyria then put down her ice pack. “What if I knew the ingredients already?”
Dagalin looked at her confused. “How? Without a decent potion maker or hex healer, you wouldn’t be able to know any of them.”
“The day that she cursed me, she made me watch in my dreams. She used Plyast Wheat, Syndenelle Seeds, A Crows Skull, the Brain of a Dream Eater, and… my own pee.”
“Okay… yeah, alright.” Dagalin started tracing her fingers across the air and mumbling to herself. “No, this isn’t gonna work.”
“What, why?” asked Meliay. “You said you could get together some counter ingredients.”
“Yes, I did, and I still can. It’s just that dispellling a curse one ingredient at a time will change the context of the curse, which can have huge consequences if not handled delicately.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked Tyria.
“I mean if I dispell the Syndenelle Seeds, you’ll just die the next time you pee. If I dispell the Crow’s Skull, Tyria will just not be able to pee ever again after her 10th pee, in which she will still die because her bladder will rupture inside her body without getting rid of the pee. A much more painful way to go. I could dispell the pee part, but I would need your pee because it works like an on and off switch. But you know, if you pee, you die. And without any action being linked to the curse, it would mean that you would die if you did 10 of literally anything.”
“Then we just get rid of the death part of the curse, which gives us less pressure to counter the others, right?” asked Meliay.
“We would need the Soul of a Dove.” said Dagalin. “And unless you got more tricks up your sleeve or an exorbitant amount of money, I don’t think we’ll be siphoning souls any time soon.”
Meliay slammed the table in frustration. “Dammit! Then what are we even traveling for?”
Dagalin raised her finger. “I wanna ask that as well. What exactly are you looking for in Mushroom falls?” she asked, tracing her finger along the marked path of the map. “There aren’t any ingredients that way.”
“When I died the first time, I saw a vision,” said Tyria. “One of a spiraling pool of magic. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it must be some kind of hint to dispell the curse.”
“Spiraling pool of magic?” asked Dagalin, sort of shocked. “You actually saw a spiraling pool of magic?!”
“Y-Yes? You seem surprised.”
“Only one thing could have that kind of description. A mythical location that any up and coming potion maker would hear about. It’s a Pool of Balkara.”
“What is that?” asked Meliay.
“A portal to the birthplace of all magic in our world.” Dagalin then fished a book out of her cloak and opened it, tracing her hand along the words. “If you guys didn’t know, our world originally didn’t have naturally occurring magic. From what historians know, the ancient ones used the natural gifts of the earth using weapons that could fire projectiles to slay their enemies from miles away.”
“That’s absurd!” said Meliay.
“That’s what they thought too,” said Dagalin. “But they found evidence of a weapon that they made that could eradicate an entire city. It was so strong that it even had the potential to poison the very air for miles upon miles, all across the land. And as a result of some kind of government dispute, they employed hundreds or even thousands of these weapons on each other and everyone else got caught in the crossfire. Eventually, the world was poisoned, and all life ended.” Tyria and Meliay silently listened, enticed by the story.
“Historians can’t quite agree on the next part. Whether it was from the colliding destructive forces or simply from a sense of pity, Pools of Balkara first appeared around the world. Out from them, the first gods of our land stepped foot upon the barren wasteland. Seeing the destruction, they spread their own magic across the lands. Soon, the greenery grew back, wild life thrived, and the humans came back to walk the earth once more. Because of their gifts, magic became a naturally replicating resource within all living things. And the magic from another world mixed together with old life of this one to create new things. That’s why we have new races, monsters, and demons.”
“Okay, the history lesson is nice and all, but how does this help Tyria’s curse?” asked Meliay.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure. But the waters contained immense amounts of foreign magical power. With it, maybe we can create a substance that can cure any curse. There's a problem though.”
“And that would be?” asked Tyria.
“All the portals were closed in order to hurt the dark lord enough to slay him 20 years ago.”
“Was it because he was drawing upon their immense power?” asked Meliay.
“No, it was because he was using the waters to create super potions to fund his campaigns. A truly vicious business man. His whole regime was supported so much by that endeavor that cutting him off from it significantly weakened his foothold on his captured territories. Even one of his four generals, Styanar, supposedly stepped down because of this blow. Because of his absence, it was significantly easier to take out the dark lord on that fateful day.”
Meliay held her hand up. “Enough. I think I get the big picture. We go to this pool and use the water to create a super cure, right? Simple enough.”
“No, not simple enough. Like I said, all of them were closed. They are now history. And there’s never been a recorded location at Mushroom Falls.”
“But that's all we have, Dagalin. We have to go there and search.”
“I mean, I’m up for it. We can find many of the counter ingredients in the Dragonback Mountains so we can use them as a backup plan. But there’s also another problem. All the ingredients you told me about are all catalysts, you never told me what the base is. Without the base, counter ingredients will only work for a limited time. It will depend on which base, but you’ll practically be on life support your whole life until you find a counter to the base. Are you sure that was all you saw?”
“Yes, that was all.” said Tyria.
“Then the pool is still our best plan.” said Meliay. She crossed out one more circle on the map and x’d out the 9 and wrote 8 underneath it. “Stock up with whatever you guys can find here, we leave in 20 minutes.” Meliay stepped away and started to sift through the junk.
Dagalin slid over behind Tyria’s shoulder. “You know, I always imagined you being the leader of this group. But now I’m starting to think Meli is the leader. You’re not worried about getting overshadowed are you.”
“What? No.” Tyria said with a slight laugh. “She's just my friend. And she’s really passionate, focused, and calm.”
“Just a friend, is that all she is?” asked Dagalin. She noticed Meliay give a quick angry glance at her before going back to searching for equipment.
“Well, my best friend. We have been ever since we met as teenagers.” said Tyria.
“Uh huh.” Dagalin then reached into her cloak and pulled out Tyria’s sword. “Here, I found this for you last night after you went a little… you know, girl crazy.”
Tyria took the sword from Dagalin’s hands. “Oh, uh, thanks?”
Dagalin crossed her arms. “Well don’t seem too enthusiastic.”
“I mean, you did steal it.” said Tyria, strapping the sword to her waist.
Dagalin sighed. “Yeah that’s fair. Anyway, I’m pretty good to go already.” She started to pull various things out of her cloak, seemingly out of nowhere. “I got food, drinks, potions, potion ingredients, back up weapons, the works.”
“Hey, what’s this?” asked Tyria. She fished a red gem out of a crate and showed it off to Dagalin.
Dagalin gasped. “No! Don’t touch that!” Suddenly, the gem vibrated in Tyria’s fingers. It flew out of her hand and attached itself to Tyria’s sword on the hilt. Dagalin quickly came in and unsheathed Tyria’s sword, trying to pick the gem out of the hilt. “No no no!” Then, the gem clicked into place and a red aura surrounded the sword. It whirred with power and Dagalin sighed in defeat. “Awwwww!”
“What did that do?” asked Tyria.
“The Manefestite combined with the Displacium metal your sword is made of. And now, your sword can change into whatever weapon or tool you want.” Dagalin explained with a sad voice.
“Whoa really! Lemme see!” She snatched the sword out of Dagalin’s hands and swung it around a bit. “How does it work?”
“Touch the Menefestite gem and simply think what weapon you want and it will transform.”
“Really?” Tyria pressed her thump on the gem and thought hard. Suddenly, it changed to an ice hook with a metal shing. ‘Whoa, that’s so cool! What else, what else. Uh-” The ice hook then changed to a huge dagger, then a shield. Tyria then got a smile. She turned the metal into a flower. She chuckled as she approached Meliay. “Hey, Meliay. I got you a gift.” She handed her the flower.
Meliay took it graciously, blushing slightly. “Oh, thank you Tyria. This means… wait, is this your sword?”
“Yeah, I can change it into whatever I want now.”
“But what about the memory? Is it still there?”
Tyria’s heart sank. She quickly snatched back the sword and changed it back to its original form. She ran her finger across the flat side of the blade. A light shined from it and showed a hologram of a woman. She had brown hair and had the same red eyes. “Tyria. If you’re reading this, then-” Tyria ran her fingers across the blade again and the hologram disappeared.
Tyria gave a sigh of relief. “Good, it’s still here.”
“Who was that?” asked Dagalin.
“It was my mom. She gave this to me just before she died and she left it with a message.” said Tyria. “It's the last thing I have of hers.”
“Oh, that’s sweet.” said Dagalin. “I can see why you really treasure that sword.”
“Yes.” said Meliay, struggling to pull something under a giant pile of junk. “So do well to not mess with her stuff anymore.” Meliay pulled even harder. “Any more of your antics and we may just be a little less forgiving!” Meliay then pulled a spear out from the junk, making the rest clatter to the floor.
“Augh! Can I get a little faith from you?” said Dagalin, crossing her arms. “If we’re gonna travel together, we need to trust each other.”
“I trust Tyria, I don’t trust you.” said Meliay, slamming the end of the spear on the ground.
“I mean, what are you even going to do with that?” said Dagalin, gesturing to the spear. “It may have a fiery Meteor Ring, but I’ve never been able to get it to work.”
“Did you even say the magic word?” said Meliay.
“I’m sure that saying please won’t get it to work either,” said Dagalin.
“Guys please!” said Tyria, standing between them. “We should stop fighting!”
“I’ve been trying, but Meli keeps antagonizing me!” said Dagalin.
“For good reason!” said Meliay, snapping the spear over her knee. “I wouldn’t touch you with a 10 foot staff!”
“What the hell?!” shouted Dagalin. “That was one of the few things I got legitimately! Sure it may be because I counted cards in a poker game, but that was mine!”
“Well, considering its made of Haddonlite metal, and you can’t seem to use it on your own, I think it will have a lot more use in my possession.” Meliay held the spear head over the head of her staff and swirled them around each other. In a flash of light, they combined, turning the head of the staff into an emblem of a flower.
Dagalin gasped. “You magic forged my spear?
”MY spear! You still have a debt to pay and this doesn’t even come close to what you owe!” Meliay pressed a button on her staff and the flower emblem split in half as a spear head jutted out with a metallic shing.
Tyria then held Meliay back. “Meliay please! Just let it go, okay? She’s gonna work with us now!”
Meliay pushed Tyria aside and pointed her spear at Dagalin. “Like hell! Who’s to say that she won’t ditch us as soon as she gets the opportunity? We both know she’s enough of a trickster to pull it off! I say we just leave her tied up here, we get the Balkara water, then come back and force her to make the cure!”
Dagalin held her chest as she talked. “Is that all I am to you? The trickster of a local town wanting nothing but mischief? I am a person, Meli! I am more than that, I assure you!”
Meliay held her spear tightly and jutted it just out of reach of Dagalin, making her flinch. “The name is MELIAY! I am not your friend! You will always be a nuisance! And you need to stay out of my way!” Meliay pointed the spear head at Dagalin’s head. “Spitha!” Dagalin gasped and ducked to the floor just as a huge jet of flames fire from the staff head. It surged through the air and quickly scorched the wall.
“That's enough!” said Tyria. She turned her sword into a sickle and clawed Meliay’s staff out of her hands. The staff clattered to the floor, extinguishing its flames while its spear head glowed red hot.
“What?! Tyria! You’re taking her side!?” shouted Meliay.
Tyria placed her finger on Meliay’s lips. “No! Shh! Let me talk first!” She stepped back and took a deep breath. “All this arguing is a huge waste of time! Meliay, please try to give an ounce of trust for Dagalin. She told us where our stuff is, she helped you revive me, she even gave us information about the curse, I think she learned her god damn lesson. If you both need space. Dagalin will travel in front, I will take the middle, and Meliay can take the rear. You guys are stressing me out so much and I can’t even take my morning pee! So will you both please chill the fuck out and can we just go already?!”
Meliay and Dagalin were stunned. Tyria’s display reminded them of why they were on this journey to begin with. Meliay sighed and recalled her staff, retracting it into its compact form. “Fine. I will wait outside.” Meliay stormed through the door and slammed it behind her.
Tyria was breathing heavily. She walked over and helped Dagalin up to her feet. “Hey, are you okay?”
Dagalin looked away. “Why do you trust me?” she asked in a sad tone. “Maybe she’s right, you know? I haven’t been anything else. I’ve survived on the streets by conning, stealing, and lying. I’ve had to my whole life. Why do you think now would be any different?”
“Dagalin.” said Tyria. She sat Dagalin down in a nearby seat. “It’s because I believe in people’s ability to be better.” Dagalin gave a slight gasp and looked up at Tyria. “My friends back home taught me that. I learned that for myself at one point too. You remind me of myself back when I was little. I had to survive on the streets myself for a while too. That was until someone found me and decided to help me out.”
“Was that Meliay?” asked Dagalin.
Tyria chuckled. “No. She didn’t show up until much later. It was actually a friend of mine called Lance.” Tyria smiled as she reminisced. “Well, more than a friend. A… a crush.” Dagalin gasped at the revelation, covering her mouth with her hand. Tyria held a finger over her lips. “Shhh! Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Oh ho ho! I promise!” said Dagalin with an excited smile.
Tyria sighed. “Anyway. Lance was a quirky little boy back then. He met me with, how do I put this, not entirely ‘pure’ intentions.”
“Oh come on! Don’t tell me you got lovestruck by a boy looking for pretty girls.”
Tyria chuckled and playfully pushed Dagalin away. “No! Let me finish!” Dagalin laughed as well. “He saw what kind of trouble I was getting into and saw it as an adventure. It was a pretty boring town so he musta thought it was exciting. At first, he competed with me, trying to steal stuff before I could get to it. That was until, you know…” Tyria held her head up prideful and brushed off her shoulders, “I kicked his fuckin ass!”
“You didn’t!” said Dagalin, surprised.
“For real! I did it two more times too! And I guess he got tired of getting beat because one day he asked to work together. I, reluctantly, agreed. And that day, we made off with so much stuff than we knew what to do with. I assumed that the stuff we stole would be the stuff we kept to ourselves. But he wanted some stuff I had, and to be honest I wanted some stuff he had too. So he suggested we trade and barter. Simply business. But then he started giving gifts, no catch. Simply because I was his friend, he said. It was so weird to me that somebody would care for me like that back then.”
“Wait a minute.” said Dagalin, “You were surviving on the streets, right? Did something happen to your parents?”
Tyria grew mellow. “I… ran away. My father broke after my mother died and he took it all out on me. So at age 9 I declared that I was running away and never coming back. And I never did. I ran to the nearest town and slept in the rain under the floorboards of the porch of a local tavern. I ended up in Kinida. My new hometown. 2 years later, I met Lance. Then a year after we met, he asked for my backstory too.
I told him what I told you. That was the first time I saw him without a smile. It was unnerving. This joyous and mischievous boy that reveled in adventure, suddenly not who he was anymore. I thought I scared him away. I apologized, I even tried to cheer him up, I was so scared of losing him, my only friend. But do you know what he said?”
“What?” asked Dagalin in a whisper.
Tyria combed her hair back with her fingers, somewhat imitating him at that moment. “He said ,‘Do you wanna stay at my place?’ I was shocked. I never thought he would ask something like that. Of course I said yes. We went to his place and sneaked in through his bedroom window. His room was a mess when I first saw it. But he stammered about, trying to clean it up the best he could. He even threw out all the toys in the closet so he could make a bed for me inside. We feared that his parents would disapprove of me since I was pretty infamous in town. No one knew he was involved in our schemes since he was more on the stealth side and served as a distraction for me to steal things. I won’t say it was a clean transition, though.”
Tyria laughed to herself. “Like, there was one time where I was able to take my first proper shower in years without having to drench myself in rain. He showed me all these washing products and how to use the shower, something I didn’t have at my old home. But he forgot one thing. After I was done, I put on a towel the way I heard him describe one time before. But the way I put it on was the way boys are supposed to wear it. So I went inside his room, all bare-chested.” Tyria and Dagalin laughed heaps. “You shoulda seen his face! It was redder than a demons!” Tyria sighed and calmed down. “I didn’t even last a month before I got caught. But his parents were super welcoming. They taught me etiquette, how to cook, and how to choose and wear girly clothes as I had been wearing Lance’s hand me downs. But despite that, we continued our antics. We planned our heist, we executed it, got chased by angry adults, got away and reaped the rewards at home, then angry adults would show up at our house, Lance’s mom would apologize and give the stuff back, she’d scold us, we’d laugh in private, then repeat. It was like that for a while. But then we decided to steal from someone we absolutely shouldn't have. Can you guess?”
“No way!” said Dagalin. “Don’t tell me that was Meliay!”
“The very same. We heard that she was having a birthday party. And we were psyched! You see, she’s the daughter of some local nobel class people. And knowing nobels, there had to be cake at that party. We wanted some as it would’ve been the first time we would’ve tried one. And then, we got caught. And Meliay did a lot more than just yell at us. She threw us in her personal dungeon.”
“You guys were enemies when you first met too!” said Dagalin, holding her face in surprise. She then crawled onto Tyria’s lap and got up in her face. “How did she forgive you? How did you become friends? How can I make friends with her like you did?”
Tyria pushed Dagalin back by the face. “Calm down there, Dagalin. I’ll save the rest of the story for Meliay to tell you.”
“What?!” said Dagalin, sitting back down. “You have to tell me! There’s no way she’ll tell me anything! Why?!”
“To motivate you.” said Tyria, pointing up with her finger. “You see, I can believe that you can be better all I want. But in the end, nothing will change until,” Tyria pointed at Dagalin’s heart, “You believe you can be better.”
“Me?” asked Dagalin, somewhat confused.
“Remember what you asked. ‘Why do I trust you?’ In the grand scheme of things, my response doesn’t matter. It all comes down to you. As long as you think you are making a difference, as long as you think you can be better, that’s all that matters.”
“Really?” asked Dagalin, her eyes full of hope.
“Yeah, for sure. And if you keep at it, I’m sure Meliay will come around and she’ll tell you her half of the story. But only if you continue to be your better self and to believe in it.”
Dagalin smiled. “Yes! I will try! Thank you, Tyria!” The two hugged and laughed with each other. Outside however, Meliay was leaning on the door, listening to their conversation. Her eyes were heavy in thought.
---
The sun was now high above the girls as they traveled on the path towards the Dragonback mountains. Dagalin traveled up front, Tyria took up the middle, and Meliay headed up the rear. Though they traveled together, they each stayed about four feet away from each other. The tension in the air was so thick that she felt like she was wading through water completely submerged. And the last thing she wanted to think about was water. Her morning pee urge had gotten substantially worse since they left. Who knew it would’ve been so bad to ignore the morning pee.
Tyria tried to think of something else to break up the tension. “So… uh, Dagalin. I noticed that you don’t wear shoes. How do you do that without getting your foot coated in dirt?”
Dagalin rubbed her nose. “Hehe! You wanna know my secret?” She bent down and looked through the space between her legs. “It’s a concoction I made when I couldn't stand stepping on pebbles anymore.” She then jumped up with a twirl. “Being a street survivor, I found it hard to acquire footwear. Particularly unlucky with them I guess. Anyway,” She took a potion out of her cloak and splashed a bit on each foot. “A slash of this stuff and it feels like I’m wearing shoes and it keeps them clean as a bonus too! Plus, I tried shoes before. But they just didn’t have the same feeling as running on my feet, you know? I can just move a lot better without them and all that.”
“Oh that’s cool. Do you think you could sell that?” asked Tyria.
“I tried once. But adventurers are sticklers for their full armor sets. I guess I don’t blame them. This stuff doesn’t give them any boosts like armored boots will.”
“Ohhhhh!” said Tyria, acting extra interested. She gave a glance back at Meliay, who was staring back at her.
“I know what you’re doing.” Meliay said in a whisper. “I’m not gonna. Someone has to be cautious.”
“Oh come on!” Tyria whispered back. “She’s still trying! Can’t you try too?”
“No”
Tyria groaned. She then sighed, her expression becoming unamused at the thought of the thing she was about to bet on. “I will give you… 1 friend coupon.”
Meliay stopped walking. “Really? Me just talking to her will grant me 1 friend coupon?”
Tyria stopped as well. “Yes! I really want this to work! I believe you and Dagalin can get along. So can you at least try a little bit?”
Meliay pinched her chin and pondered. “Make it 3 and I’ll do it.”
Tyria gasped with such a high voice that her voice cracked. “3?! Do you know how crazy that is?!”
“Do you know how crazy talking to that thug is?” asked Meliay. She then continued walking, going past Tyria. “No coupons, no deal.”
Tyria writhed her body around, holding her head in frustration as she groaned. She then ran and caught up with Meliay. “Augh! Fine! 3! 3 god damn coupons! Anything you want! I will do it those 3 times!”
Meliay looked at Tyria. “Promise?”
“When have I ever said no to a friend coupon?” said Tyria.
Meliay sighed. “Fine, I will humor you for the time being. Deal.”
“Oh thank god. Just don’t ask anything too crazy, okay?”
“Of Dagalin or of you?’
“Both!”
Meliay couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Alright, no promises on that front though.”
“Thank you!” said Tyria.
Meliay took a deep breath. “Hey uh… Dagalin?”
Dagalin looked back. “Y-Yeah?”
“That cloak of yours. I find it pretty interesting. How are you able to pull any item you want out of it?” Meliay asked.
Dagalin gave an excited gasp. “Oh! You noticed! It’s one of my favorite things I own! Here, lemme tell you about it!” She then somersaulted backwards until she was walking beside Meliay. Meliay discreetly held the button to her extendable spearhead on her staff. “It all started when I was little, there was this man-”
Meliay took a sharp breath. “Oh my god…” she said with a slight hint of regret.
---
The roar of a waterfall filled a cavern. A huge hole in the earth showed the forest peeking in from above. Sunlight beamed down from the clear sky. The girls splashed around in the underground lake below where a waterfall poured into, bathing their bodies. Their clothes were placed neatly on a mossy rock near the edge of the lake.
“Haaaaah!” said Dagalin, splashing water high above her head. The water dripped down her skin in tiny little beads. “Finally, a shower! I can finally wash the pee out of my hair! It’s been feeling pretty waxy all day. Anyway, that’s how I transferred the enchantment of a bag of holding to my cloak.”
“And you did so just because you thought it would be cool?” asked Tyria, washing between her breasts with a foamy soap.
“It’s practical too! I don’t have to reach into a bag to get my stuff! I can just reach behind me! Like a pocket shelf!”
“And why did you have to include the parts about this apparent father figure of yours?” said Meliay, rubbing her soap on her arm. The foam cascaded down her midriff in streams, pooling up and dripping down from her crotch and wrapped around her legs. “I mean, he got you the cloak off a ruined tarp from an abandoned shop. Then he just kinda disappears from the story after that.”
“I kept it a secret from him. It was the first gift I got from anybody so it means a lot to me. He may think I threw it away after I got proper clothes, but I refitted it into a cloak. A super cool cloak!”
“And I was just interested in the properties of the cloak. I didn’t need all that story with it.” said Meliay coldly.
“Oh come on! But that’s like a third of the appeal! One for the application, one for the story, and one for how damn sexy I look in it!”
“That last one is subjective.” said Meliay.
“Oh bullshit dude! What about your staff? I’m sure you’re proud of the story behind that.”
Meliay crouched down into the water, rinsing her body off. Her pussy was clearly exposed underneath the clear water, waving around in the refracted light. “Well-”
“Guy?!” said Tyria in a sort of panicked voice. The two looked over to see her grabbing her crotch with one hand and dancing in place. “I just realized how badly a need to pee and a waterfall mix together! Can we hurry?!”
Meliay and Dagalin both quickly washed their bodies. “Yep got it!” said Dagalin.
“We’ll be out of here as soon as possible!” said Meliay.
---
“I am the daughter of some pretty renowned staff makers.” said Meliay. The girls were now all walking down a path between a bunch of dark green pine trees. Sunlight barely peeked through down on the path. “But for some reason, I couldn’t get it right whenever I tried to make a staff. It wouldn’t work, it’d work too much and shatter the whole thing to pieces, it wouldn’t cast the right spell, the whole gallery of disappointment.”
“Then is this one your first successful one?” asked Dagalin, pointing at Meliay’s staff as she used it like a walking cane.
“No, this one was the result of years of training and honing my skills.” she swung it around to show it off. “This is staff 167. My latest and greatest creation. It’s name is *sigh*... Chris an’ the Mum.”
“Chrysanthemum?” asked Dagalin.
“No. The literal words ‘Chris and the mum’.”
“Pffft! But why though?”
Meliay pointed her staff at Tyria. “You have that one to thank for that.” Tyria looked back and shook her hand with her thumb and pinky pointed out, sticking her tongue out like a rockstar in the process. “You still suck, you know that!” said Meliay. Tyria laughed out loud and continued walking on.
“Funny name aside. Why did you let her name it that?”
“Between us three friends, me,Tyria, and Lance, we have a friend coupon system. We use them as bargaining chips if we ever really want something from someone, that way we can always get something we really want back from them. I gave her one back when I just became her friend to cover up a certain ‘incident’. Then she always saved at least one until I made the staff, where she used it to name the staff herself. And, here we are.”
“Did you have any that you used on Tyria?” asked Dagalin.
“I did once, but…” Meliay thought back to the day just before her 18th birthday. The sight of Tyria’s body on full display in her bed is still fresh in her mind. The giggles and moans echoed in her mind. “That was a very special day that’s only for the two of us to know.”
“Whooooa.” said Dagalin, immediately guessing as to what kind of day it was in her head. “How did you and Tyria become friends anyway?”
“Nope!” said Meliay.
“Huh?” asked Dagalin, confused.
“Nuh uh!”
“Wha-! The heck you mean ‘nuh uh’?!”
“I don’t wanna tell you.”
“Come on! We had such a nice thing going! What if I told you another story of mine? One that is very personal to me.”
“Shoot, anything to pass the time.”
“Then you’ll tell me how you and Tyria became friends.”
“I may or may not.”
“Better than nothing! So, let me tell you about how I became and potion/hex healer-”
---
The girls were now climbing an incline. The trees grew sparse, the air became cold, and snow started to appear on the sides of the path. “-that’s when I decided that I needed an edge over my competitors! Something that can really sell my… you know, ‘misguided truths’.”
“You mean your cons?” asked Meliay.
Dagalin raised her arms defensively. “Hey, you said it, not me!”
“I said what they really were. You continuing to dance around the issue proves that you knew what you were doing was wrong.”
“Okay, conning! Fine! Anyway, the point was that everyone was selling custom blends that do different things. People were making mana potions that also increased speed, health potions that also increased strength, strength potions that also made you invincible for one hit. Me? I just had to use whatever I could get my hands on. That’s when I found something. A cart of Varnspydir powder crashed near Bofford Town, the town you guys met me at. I snuck out there and managed to grab 6 bottles. But that stuff was everywhere in the air when I collected them. So when the people who owned the cart came back, I hid somewhere nearby.
But I didn’t know what breathing that stuff did to people yet. So after like 10 minutes of waiting for my opportunity, I needed to pee really bad. I thought I had just lost track of my need and kept waiting. 5 minutes later, pee came gushing out and I couldn’t do anything about it. The cart owners heard the pee trickling out of my suit and chased after me. I got away of course, but I did not have a good time for the next couple days. When I got back to my warehouse, I had to pee super bad again and peed my suit again before I could make it to the toilet. I was humiliated. I had to move around town at night butt naked to find a wash rack I could ‘commandeer’ to wash my suit. When I eventually did find one and started washing, I had to pee again, so I peed in the person's flowers. I felt so bad. Then on the way back, I barely made it back in time to use the bathroom proper.
I spent the next day sitting in my warehouse sitting near the bathroom. I couldn’t do anything because I breathed so much of that stuff. Of course during that time, I found out what Varnspydir powder did. I was unamused. But during that time, I got so bored. So I decided to make it a game. I held it as long as I possibly could between each bathroom trip. My longest during that time was 2 and a half hours. I was having fun. That was when I realized that… I lik-” Dagalin caught herself. “Actually, you know what, maybe I’ll keep that to myself.”
“Suit yourself.” said Meliay, half paying attention.
“Guys look.” said Tyria, holding her hand up in the air. In her palm, she caught a single snowflake. “It’s snowing.” Meliay and Dagalin looked up to see that it indeed was snowing. It all fell slowly around them. It all felt so surreal, like being caught in a dream.
“A thought just occurred.” said Meliay. “Do we have winter clothes?”
“No. Shoot, why didn’t I think of that?” said Tyria.
Dagalin gestured to her suit. “This is all my clothes right here.”
“Ugh, then this trip is about to get real uncomfortable really fast.” said Meliay.
Tyria pointed down the road. “How about them?” she asked. She pointed at an old log cabin near the side of the road. “Do you think they’ll lend us any?”
“I hope so.” said Dagalin. “I don’t have enough potions to keep us warm for the entire trip across.”
---
The girls walked up to the cabin, their breaths now fogging up in the air as the temperature began to drop. On the door was a sign, with another, redder, sign underneath.
“Welcome to Ann’s Dragonback Mountain Range Expedition Service Lodge.” read Meliay.
“WADMRESL? What a stupid acronym.” said Dagalin. Tyria then shushed her.
Meliay continued on. “We are happy to announce our 50th anniversary in service. For a limited time, we are offering a free marked map that will guide travelers across the Dragonback Mountain Range. Fully annotated and detailed with specific instructions and landmarks to guide even the most dimwitted of travelers. Here’s to another 50 years.”
“Well how nice of them.” said Dagalin.
“There’s more.” said Meliay. “We regret to inform you that we will be suspending services indefinitely until we can find our dear Ann. She has disappeared and we are all worried for her. I hope she is still safe, god rest her soul. Her loving husband, Jax.”
“Oh… now I’m sad.” said Dagalin.
“There’s a date on it too. This sign was placed here about 5 years ago.”
“So no one’s been home for a while.” said Tyria, rubbing her shoulders from the cold. She then rubbed her legs together. It felt like her need to pee was rising faster in the cold. “I don’t think they’ll mind if we look around.” Tyria made her way inside. Somehow it was colder inside than it was outside. The shock made Tyria have to hold her crotch momentarily. “Damn it!” she mumbled.
“You okay Tyria?” asked Meliay.
“This cold is making me need to pee more. Is there a place where we can light a fire?” asked Tyria.
Meliay spotted a fireplace. She popped her spearhead out and pointed her staff at the wood inside the fireplace. “Spitha!” A jet of flames shot out of the spearhead momentarily, igniting the wood and startling Dagalin.
“A warning would be nice!” said Dagalin.
“Get used to it. I’m gonna look for winter clothes. Tyria, you stay here and try to get warm.” said Meliay.
“Way ahead of you.” said Tyria, crouching near the fire. Meliay then went to inspect the other rooms.
Dagalin looked around the main lobby, finding a rack of papers. She blew on them and the dust blew off in a giant cloud. “Look! I found the maps they were giving away for free!” She took one and opened it up on the table near Tyria.
Tyria looked it over. “We gotta pass three mountains. Two of which are connected to the middle one with rope bridges.” She then spotted some little subtext under each bridge saying, ‘Built and maintained by the Ann expedition team!’. Tyria’s confidence dropped a little. “If they’re still there.” She looked over it some more, tracing lines and connecting them to trails barely visible because of the snow. “Okay, seems simple enough.”
“How long do you think this will take?” asked Dagalin.
“If we’re lucky and the weather never gets bad, I’d say about 3 days.” said Tyria.
“Damn. That’s a while, and you already have to pee. How many times do you think you’ll have to go?”
“I don’t want to think about it. I’d just like to go as fast as possible.”
Meliay called from the other room. “Guys, I found something interesting!” She walked back into the lobby with three sets of winter gear. One red, one blue, and one black. “By the way, here you guys go.” Meliay gave the red and black gear to Tyria and Dagalin respectively. Tyria then noticed that she was holding a book.
“What’s that Meliay?” asked Tyria.
“Ann’s diary.” Meliay said. “The last entry is really… ominous.” She cleared her throat and began to read. “I feel it. My time is coming. I must head out to the well tomorrow if I want to rest in the place I wish to. I’m sorry, my dear husband Jax, my 25 year long secret will leave you unable to say goodbye. I just cannot even tell you about it, I must keep it safe. But do not be sad for my passing, be happy that we happened to begin with. Look back to our happy memories until you are finally ready to join me in heaven. Your loving wive, forever and always, Ann Kaforous.”
“Ooooooh… now I’m really sad.” said Dagalin.
“There’s a bit more. The word ‘well’ was underlined and there is a frantic and angry scribbling beneath the entry saying ‘There’s nothing there!’, also underlined in great frustration.”
“Whoever wrote that must’ve tried really hard to find her.” said Tyria.
“You don’t think whatever’s out there will come for us, will it?” asked Dagalin.
“No.” said Meliay. “I skimmed the rest of the entries. It’s not like some thing, it’s a place. Supposedly she stumbled upon it when scouting for a possible underground route that could get us to Garberland in just a few hours. Looks like she found it, but she didn’t describe where it is or what it looked like. She even said something happens in those tunnels, but she calls them ‘events’. She was so worried about people finding this that she made her descriptions super vague.”
“But she did find it, right?” asked Tyria. “Do you think we can use it?”
“But Tyria, whatever was there, lured her there to be her final resting place. Who’s to say if it won't take over our minds and make us die there too?” said Meliay.
“I’d rather take that risk than risk going through mountains where the weather can get bad and bridges can be collapsed. There’s a reason a trade route hasn’t been established through this mountain range. Only lightly packed adventurer groups come through here if they don’t wanna go to the northern cities and take a ship into Garmberland. That would take a week in itself.”
“I still don’t like the unknown.” said Meliay. She started to put on her winter gear. “Dagalin, do you happen to have a potion that can help Tyria hold her pee?”
“Uh… I do actually.” said Dagalin, somewhat surprised herself. She fished out two bottles from her cloak. “I was experimenting and I managed to create two different ones. One will close your pee hole shut for about an hour, but taking it while you’re just about to lose it will make it hurt like a motherfucker. Not enough to kill you, I’m sure. But don’t expect to last any more than that singular hour.
And the other will basically shut down your kidneys. You’ll start to feel like absolute shit after a while since there is no waste being filtered out of your blood. This one will also last an hour, but at the end of that hour, I was forced to make it so that the potential pee you would’ve made in that hour will fill your bladder at 10x’s the rate. Or else you would still feel like shit for a long time after that hour while your kidneys play catch up. So say if you would’ve made 300 milliliters of pee in that hour, which is like 50 milliliters every 10 minutes, you will fill your bladder with 300 milliliters of pee in 10 minutes after that hour. But the feeling of your blood getting cleansed of that waste all at once will be euphoric, it feels really good lemme tell you.”
“How many do you have?” asked Meliay.
“Uh…” Dagalin sifted through her cloak. “One of each.”
Meliay sighed. “Then we’ll have to use them wisely. Let’s head up the mountain.”
Tyria stood up, putting on her own snow gear. “I still think we should find the route. If we can get to Garmberland in a couple hours, think of how much time we’ll have to search Mushroom Falls.”
“Even if we could take it, we don’t even know where to find it.” Meliay threw the book down on the table, making its knitted cover fall off. Dagalin took notice and started to peel it off. “Ann said it was in a well. Where are we gonna find a well in all of these mountains, Tyria?”
Tyria looked down. “Yeah… you’re right. It could be anywhere and we don’t have time to look.”
Dagalin then snapped her fingers. “Yo uh, what’s this?” she asked, pointing at the now exposed cover. Meliay came over and saw markings on it. It was a circle that said home. An arrow pointed away from that circle towards another circle that was blank.
“What does this mean?” asked Meliay.
Dagalin bounced around excitedly. “Oh oh! I think I know! Lemme see that map!” Dagalin held the map over the book cover on top of the table. She then took out a bottle and slammed it down. The bottle glowed with blue light. Dagalin swished it around to increase its intensity. “Back before I was stuck in Bofford Town. Someone taught me how to read these secret maps.” She put the bottle between the map and the book cover. “This will make the paper see through and now we can see the book cover. Now we just need to line this up with something.”
“Where would home be?” asked Tyria.
“The lodge we’re in, duh.” said Meliay.
“Let’s try it.” Dagalin found the ledge on the map and aligned the markings to it. “Huh, if this is accurate, then it's just up the hill, no more than 2 miles from here.”
“Well there we go!” said Tyria with a clap of her hands.
Meliay gave her a concerned look. “I still don’t like it.”
“Well I don’t like having to waste a ton of pee-lives going across this mountain range.” said Tyria. “Let’s just go check it out real quick, and if we can’t find anything, then we can just come back here since it's so close. Barely any time lost. How about you Dagalin? What should we-”
“Secret tunnel!” Dagalin said, throwing her arms up in excitement.
Meliay sighed. “Of course…”
“Now then, let’s go find that secret tunnel!” Dagalin said, pointing her illuminated bottle towards the door.
Tyria gasped. “Meliay, your clothes!” Meliay looked down to see her bare body seemingly being exposed in a hole in her clothes. She quickly covered herself up.
“What the hell!” she said in surprise.
“It’s happening to mine too!” said Tyria, trying to cover her breasts and pussy.
Dagalin laughed. “Oh yeah, I forgot! This light can make clothes see through also. You see it's a concoction made in the great war meant for quick identification of where wounds on soldiers are without having to take off their armor. That’s pretty neat, right?”
Tyria calmed down and lowered her hands. “I-I guess?”
Dagalin held it over to Tyria, revealing her body. “Yeah?” Then over herself, twisting her chest slightly in a seductive way. “Yeah?” She then held it over to Meliay. “Yeah-” Meliay smacked it out of her hands, smashing the bottle on the ground where the light diminished. “Awwwww.”
“Enough messing around, let’s hurry up.” said Meliay, walking out of the lodge.
Tyria and Dagalin watched her go out. “Your friend is no fun, you know that?” Dagalin whispers to Tyria.
“Oh I know all too well.” said Tyria. “Come on, let’s go!”
“Oh wait! I didn’t put my gear on!” said dagalin. She frantically tried to put the winter gear over her head while at the same time tripping over herself trying to get the pants on. Once she finally did so, she took the diary and stuffed it in her cloak just in case
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The girls made their way up some stone stairs, outlined with big rocks on the side. The cold wind began to pick up a bit. It chilled Tyria cheeks to the point that they started stinging.
“We’re almost there!” said Dagalin, leading the pack. Once she was over the last of the stairs, she stopped in place, seeing something ahead. “Well that’s… weird.”
“What’s weird?” asked Tyria. Once she made it up, she saw it. “Oh… wow.”
Meliay then made it up. “Oh my god.”
There was a well in front of them alright, but it was the thing growing out of the well that creeped them out. Thick green and luscious vines were pouring out of the well and slithered away from it. A sweet air was pouring out of the well, leaving a slight fog
“What… is that?” asked Tyria.
“Nothing good.” said Meliay. “I say we leave before we fuck around and find out.”
“No wait!” said Dagalin, crouching down to inspect the vines. “I think I’ve seen this before. It was… it’s um… it’s…” Dagalin rapidly snapped her fingers. “Damn it! It’s right on the tip of my tongue!”
“We don’t have all day for you to figure this out.” said Meliay in an annoyed tone.
“I'm pretty sure it isn’t dangerous. But if only I can remember what it's called! Maybe we can still go down it.”
“No thanks.” said Meliay.
“Yeah… I kinda don’t wanna either.” said Tyria. “It tends to be common sense to stay away from scary plant holes.”
“Guys come on! What if this is the shortcut Ann mentioned?” said Dagalin.
“The book also said there was supposed to be nothing here.” said Meliay. “Maybe Jax knew this plant was here, but there was still nothing it led to.”
“Okay, maybe you’re right. But at least let me check first. Just to make sure once and for all.”
“Then by all means, you first.” said Meliay.
“You’ll see.” said Dagalin. She looked inside the hole and noticed that it was pretty small. “I’m gonna need to take my snow gear off for this. My slender body should be able to fit right in!” She quickly threw her snow gear off her body. Feeling the drastic change in her body temperature, she shivered, rubbed her limbs together, and took several breaths before-
“He----ou guys----re?” shouted a voice.
“Huh? Did you guys hear that?” asked Tyria.
“I did.” said Meliay.
Dagalin gave a shivered sigh. “I swear to god! Let’s hurry up and figure out who so I can stop freezing my tits off! Freakin’ blue balled me!”
The three decided to peek over the side of the cliff. Unbeknownst to them, a couple of vines raised out of the well, ominously pointing towards the girls.
The girls saw a single person down by where they were. He looked like an ant due to the height. “Who is that?” asked Dagalin.
“-re--yo----ys----her!” shouted the person.
“I have no idea.” said Meliay. “I can’t tell from this high up.”
“-e--nee---o---alk! Co--ba--!” shouted the person again.
“WHAT?!” shouted Tyria as loud she could, cupping her hands around her mouth.
The person visibly looked around in frustration before putting their all into their next shout. “COME BACK!”
“Come back?” asked Meliay. “Wait, you don’t think it's Jax trying to warn us, do you?”
“It's not dangerous!” said Dagalin. “Maybe it's because we’re trespassing?”
Tyria then had a massive realization. “No wait! Meliay, didn’t you hear that signature rasp in the back of their voice? It’s-”
Suddenly, vines sprung forth and snapped onto Dagalin’s body, wrapping themselves tightly. Dagalin looked up unamused. “Okay, I just ask the two of you that if I somehow make it out of this, you will not hold it over my head for the rest of my life, okay?” She was then suddenly jerked back and held over the well, scaring the daylights out of the other two girls. “Help me!” Dagalin shouted before being forcefully tugged into the well, disappearing in one quick slurp.
“DAGALIN!” shouted Tyria and Meliay. They both ran over to the well and looked down it, but it was filled with so many vines that they couldn’t see Dagalin anywhere. Tyria grit her teeth and acted purely on instinct. She drew her sword, turned it into an ax, and chopped at the vines.
“Tyria! What are you doing?!” asked Meliay.
“Give us back our friend you damn monster!” Tyria shouted. She then swung her ax and cut one of the vines clean off. The well gave a very loud and wet roar as the vines writhed around in pain. Another vine whipped out and grabbed Tyria by the abdomen. It wrapped so tightly that it absolutely crushed Tyria’s bladder, making her forcefully leak into her panties before she could react. “Oh shit!” she quickly said while clutching her crotch. But then the vine held up high and forcefully forced her down the well also with one big slurp.
“NOOO!” shouted Meliay. She ignited the end of her staff along the ground and raised it above her head. “GLETTINGS-!” A vine whipped around her ankle and pulled her aside, making her fall face first into snow. It then raised her high again, getting ready to stuff her down the well too. “No! I won’t let you!” Meliay shouted. She extended her spear and slashed at the vine on her leg the best she could. She almost got through, but two more vines grabbed her by the arms. She tossed and she screamed as the vines threw her down towards the well.
Before she was forced in, she saw an upside down glimpse of someone reaching out their hand to her before she was slurped by the well. Her vision was replaced by darkness and vines. |
In the scorching heat of the Mushroom Kingdom on the hottest day of the year, Princess Peach Toadstool found herself in an unfortunate predicament. As she entered a room in her castle, the door slammed shut behind her, trapping her inside. To her dismay, she realized that the room was unbearably hot, with no means of escape.
She remembered getting up in the morning of the hottest day of the year, feeling so hot at a ridiculously early hour in the morning, she thought the AC was malfunctioning. She got up out of her bed, removed her sweat-soaked 1990 Milli Vanilli T-shirt and TriForce pajama pants, tossed them in her laundry basket, leaving behind a small trail of sweat on the hardwood she then had dried by rubbing her socks on them. Her room was an ugly mess, but it’s not like she had time to clean it herself with a Kingdom to rule and protect. She dressed herself neatly in her summer dress, which she would normally use for tennis and golf, and walked over to the thermostat. 71, it said. “Well, that’s not good enough.” She grumbled. “It feels 10 degrees hotter in here.
Usually, she was very happy-go-lucky and a delight to be around, but in this heat, it’s hard for even the most saintly of people to keep from becoming even a slight jerk sometimes. She almost regretted holding the big weekly castle barbecue today of all days. Mario, Luigi, her girlfriend Daisy, and every one of the Toads who worked at the castle had been invited. The more people in this large building, the hotter it would get, she thought to herself.
Hoping the air would feel a little cooler outdoors, she made her way through the castle corridors, greeting good morning to all the Toads she passed, and finally walked out of the large wooden door.
There was a slight wind, but otherwise probably sweatier than before. Disappointed, she walked back into the castle foyer. Tables with trays stacked with food sat in front of the large upper staircases, then, there were empty long tables with foldable chairs for people to sit around and talk. In 3 hours, the event would start and everyone would being arriving, and she would have to take charge. She breathed deeply and went into the kitchen for some of her favorite peaches. After helping herself, she went into the fridge for the coldest bottle of water she could find and chugged it down like her life depended on it. Just to make sure she kept hydrated, she chugged down another. And then another.
Finally, knowing she probably wouldn’t have time or space to eat during the event, she went into the foyer to prepare herself a cheeseburger. She grabbed a paper plate and a white bun, then used a metal tong to grab one of the brown meat Patties with yellow American cheese on it, and placed it neatly on the bottom bun before squirting a bottle of ketchup gently on it. Suddenly, she froze as she was struck by an idea. She was a little too stressed. A little too hungry. One burger wouldn’t do it, but she didn’t want to be caught carrying two burgers for herself, unless it was for someone else. That was too much to eat in one sitting and it would take too long for her to continue her duties, unless it was a double cheeseburger.
“Of course!” She thought to herself. “I always have a double cheeseburger before a match during my tennis season. Gives me something to work off.”
She turned her head cautiously, left and right, her heart pulsating, making sure nobody took notice. In a careful haste, but not too quick as to drop the patty on accident, she grabbed another bun, and then took another patty with her tong and placed it on top of the unoccupied bottom bun she just grabbed. Next, she removed the top bun to place the newly crafted burger on top, leaving behind one unused top bun. Then, she sprayed a bit of mustard on it. Embarrassed to eat in the center of the foyer with all the Toads working tirelessly, as well as her uncharacteristically large appetite on such a hot day, she went to find a more private room to eat in. Then, she remembered she had a fire-proof panic room ready in case Bowser were to break into the castle, to protect the Toads so they wouldn’t be harmed if she were to be taken hostage.
She turned the knob and pushed the door open and walked into the room, carefully balancing her paper plate on one hand, the sole top bun slice barely staying on. There was a square table in the center with some chairs and board games to pass the time. She moved the board games aside, placed her plate on the table, and sat down comfortably. Then, she realized the door was still open. Desperate for a little privacy, she walked gently back over to the door and firmly closed it, taking no notice of the sound of a lock latching itself, then made her way back over and seated herself comfortably back in the chair. She breathed deeply through her nose and out through her mouth in a sigh of temporary relief. Alone in a quiet room with her thoughts, which was very rare for someone busy as her. She quickly shoved the unused top bun slice into her mouth and chewed until it was good enough to swallow, then gulped it down. Now that her appetizer-to-be was over and done with, she gently but firmly pressed down on her double cheeseburger so it could have a slightly better chance of fitting in her mouth, but gently so that none of the juices would squirt out.
Finally, she grabbed the burger firmly with her small hands, twisting the bun ensuring the ketchup would stay on the bun and not fall out, and took the biggest bite she could. She sank her teeth hard into it, as the meat was a bit hard and crispy, but deliciously seasoned. The flavors dancing in her mouth as she chewed her food. She held her gnaw tight and carefully ripped the piece of her burger away with her teeth.
She closed her eyes, savoring each bite, as the worries of ruling temporarily faded away. The burger was a simple pleasure, a reminder that even princesses deserved to indulge in the occasional guilty pleasure. As she continued to eat, a small smile played on her lips, and her heart felt light.
Princess Peach's regal demeanor momentarily forgotten, she devoured the dual-layered burger with gusto, relishing every mouthful. Her uncharacteristic display of appetite echoing through her delightful moans. Then, some ketchup fell on her nice dress, and her heat-induced frustration returned, her joy once again being eclipsed by her stresses. She grunted, realizing, in her haste, she forgot to bring a napkin and maybe some more water to wash her early lunch down with.
She got back up in a haste, hoping her stain wasn’t permanent, and pulled on the door. To her shock, the knob refused to twist, and the door remained tightly shut. Thinking it was merely stuck, she twisted the round golden knob harder opposite the crack and pulled with more strength. Nothing. She felt herself start to panic as the heat in the room started to increase, the room’s AC’s cooling settings failing to subdue the summer heat.
As the temperature rose, Peach's frustration grew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trickling down her face. She wiped her face, breathing heavily, and approached the door once more, her anger fueling her determination to break free. With a forceful grip, she grabbed the doorknob and pulled with all her might, hoping to pry it open.
But the door remained stubbornly locked, refusing to yield to her efforts. The perspiring princess’s frustration turned into anger, her face flushed with exertion and the heat of the room. She raised her right fist and pounded on the door with every ounce of her strength, hoping someone would hear. She’d call out for someone, but she was much too embarrassed at her situation to let them know who it was in this situation, and didn’t want to startle anyone with her heat-induced anger. She tugged at the door repeatedly, her muscles straining, her typically cute happy face reddening like a plum, her pearl white teeth gritting, sky blue eyes straining but it seemed as if it was mocking her, refusing to budge.
As the heat intensified, Peach's pink clothes clung to her body, drenched in sweat. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and her breathing became heavy. Despite the discomfort, she refused to give up. She continued to pull on the door, her determination unwavering.
With each unsuccessful attempt, Peach's anger grew, and bottling up her uncharacteristic negativity didn’t help matters. She shouted in frustration, her voice echoing through the room. The heat seemed to amplify her emotions, intensifying her resolve to escape. She refused to let the oppressive heat and locked door defeat her.
As Princess Peach's frustration reached its peak, she took a step back, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Beads of sweat dripped from her brow, her face a mix of determination and frustration. She knew she had to find another way out, even if it meant enduring the sweltering heat a little longer, but this room didn’t have any windows, and there weren’t any vents big enough to hold her. Her phone was low on battery and there was no reception.
She ran up and furiously began pulling and pushing against the door handle, hoping to maybe force it open. Maybe someone would finally hear and take notice. Perhaps a Toad who needed a bathroom break. Speaking of bathrooms, she thought to herself, she hadn’t gone all day, and she had a lot of water this morning. She grunted loudly with every failed budge, until finally, her full bladder, without warning, began relieving itself of all its retention. Her natural liquid waste gusted out in a hissing geyser, hitting the ground below it and creating an ocean of her urine, what became of all the water she drank to keep her cool in the hottest days of summer.
Peach was embarrassed, but held close to the door, tugging and pulling hardest she could, the door quaking loudly in response, hoping, at least, that the urine would leak out and someone would finally take notice.
Finally, all the urine drained, Peach gave three more heavy pulls before keeling over, panting heavily. Finally, she noticed a small screen with fingerprints. She remembered this panic room wouldn’t open without her or a guard Toad’s fingerprint. Embarrassed, and no longer hoping someone would notice her, she pushed her finger on said screen and the door creaked forward, almost magically.
She walked out, almost running her way back to her room, threw off her soaked summer dress, and changed into one of her many duplicate summer dresses. It was her favorite of the season after all. She made her way back to the foyer, never speaking of what had happened in the panic room.
Edited July 28 by Burgers
Changed the title to be less forced
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Suggested by @Grenn34. Had this one in the back burner for a few months.
Caithlin planted her foot in the stadium floor and with all her strength mustered up a command. Her Pokémon charged forward with the intent to finish off the battle. However, the up and coming trainer proved to be quite the clever one. their Pokémon dodged and managed to strike down her Pokémon, completely knocking them out. Caithlin eyed her fallen Pokémon and with a deep breath, returned it to it's poke-ball.
"You and you're pokemon...." She said as her eyes closed. Almost like she was hesitating to say the words.
"You....You're both...e-excellent and elegant. To have been able to...ngh...battle against such a s-splendid team....It was my honor...." She said with a smile. The trainer got close to her to shake hand. and it was then that they noticed she was sweating profusely and her smile seemed incredibly forced. She let go of their hand and backed away.
"Now then. I shall let you continue with....Ahhhhh~!!!!" She squeaked as she crossed her legs and jammed her hands between them. The trainer jumped back at the sudden noise and looked at her. They took a few steps towards her and she quickly tried playing it off.
"Y-You haven't fought the rest of the elites,right?" She said with a forced smile. The trainer starred at her in confusion.
"D-Don't concern yourself about me. G-Go.....EEEP!" She hunched over and crossed her legs. The trainer looked at her with worry.
"P-Please! I insist! Go on ahead!" She said as she showed them the way to the next room. The trainer reluctantly agreed and trekked on. But not before thanking her for the battle, to wich she responded with a forced smile. With the trailer no longer in sight, she dropped her composure and began rubbing her thighs together with no restraint.
"Can't hold it! I gotta go!" The trainer said in her mind. having neglected to visit the ladies room before doing her usual training and having to fight the trainer just now. She had been holding it for hours and she was very close to reaching her limit. She gritted her teeth, cringing at the dampness of her undergarments. She had let out a few leaks during the fight and she knew that if the didn't leave now, the next leak would be a full blown stream.
She began running down the hallways of the building. Her hands between her legs as she looked around for the bathroom signs.
"....So full....can't hold it...need bathroom...now!!!" She whispered to herself as kept running. However, the hallway seemed endless. No matter how much she ran, no doors came in sight. She kept running and running and running, hoping the coveted bathroom door would soon appear in front of her. But as she kept running and fighting back the pressure, the only thing that greeted her was more darkness.
"EEP!!!!" She stopped dead in her tracks and hunched over.
"N-No! No! No! Oh no! Please....Ahhh~" She moaned as she rubbed her tights together. A few drops landed on the floor below her and ran down her legs. Tears began to slide down her eyes as she realised what was about to happen.
"N-No!" She said as another trickle escaped from her bladder. She gritted her teeth and crossed her legs tighter,but it was futile. Another stronger spurt had escaped from her abdomen and that's when she realized there was no stopping the dam that was about to break lose....
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"Ahh!!!!" Caithlin jumped up and looked around with several sweat droplets sliding down her face. Her hands still between her legs and tighs. However,something was off. Her rubbed her thighs and noticed that her dress wasn't soaked. Furthermore,she wasn't even wearing her dress anymore. Instead she was in her very-much-still-dry nightgown.
"Huh....Where am......AAAAAH!" She said as she felt a strong twinge go through her body. She clenched her muscles and took deep breaths. The pressure briefly overriding her confusion. She breathed in and out and took a moment to look around. She wasn't in the hallways anymore. Instead she was in her bedroom and in her bed laid her Musharna,seemingly soundly as sleep next to the pillow her head was resting on. She looked around in confusion.
"....Was that....a dream?" she asked herself,trying to recall how that dream played out. But every attempt resulted in waves of pain going through her abdomen. Her body tensed up and her jaw clenched tight. She didn't understand what was going on,but one thing was clear to her:
She needed to pee very badly. and she needed to do so now!
She clenched her fist and took a deep breath. She powerwalked towards the door and pulled on the doorknob. Trying her hardest to ignore the twinge that coursed through her with each step. As she left the room, Musharna's face seemed to turned her. The drowsing Pokémon expelled some mist from her body. It was colored dark, but it seemed to resemble a water stream and it had some yellow accents in it.
Meanwhile, Caithlin took big steps through the hallway. Big steps that slowly transitioned into a run. Her concern began to increase as she kept running. With each step she could feel her grip on her bladder loosening more and more. But thankfully, she saw a beacon of hope in the dark hallways. The bathroom door. She opened the door and quickly closed it. Wasting no time.She bent over and took big steps towards the toilet. While biting her lip, she lifted her nightgown and yanked down her panties. The normally composed trainer hastily turned around and rested her rear on the toilet seat. And with no delay, the dam broke loose. A powerful hiss echoed off the hard walls of the bathroom, replacing the silence that had dominated her presence.
"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh, oh...oh yeeeaaah," she let out a sigh of relief as her body was ejecting the pee inside of her. She allowed herself to lean her back against the toilet. She closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the sensation of letting go. Every audible breath and sigh from her staying within the confines of the bathroom. Normally she'd try to avoid making such a seemingly undignified spectacle, but after feeling like she was dangerously close to wetting herself? She decided to just relax and enjoy the feeling.
She let out another sigh as her bladder continued to empty. Now that she no longer felt the pressure, she tried to recall just what had happened before. But she couldn't remember anything. She just remembered having some tea before going to sleep and anything in between felt like a blur.
Soon her stream came to an end and she let out one last satisfied sigh. She reached for some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself clean. She reached for her underwear but stopped in her tracks when she realized something. While not completely wet, her underwear still had a pretty sizable wet patch in the center. She prayed that might've been just sweat, but giving she was nearing her limit she struggled to believe that herself. She slipped out of the panties and got up from the toilet before flushing it and heading to the sink. She washed her hands and looked at the mirror and then at the panties on the floor. She picked it up and sighed.
"Atleast i didn't wet my nightgown." She said to herself. She tossed the panties in her laundry hamper and exited the bathroom. She returned to her room and saw her Musharna still laying soundly asleep in her bed. She laid down next to her and began to drift to sleep herself.
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Sara room mate, age 18
After three hours on the road I pulled into the drive way of my moms house to pick up Sara my new room mate. Mom had called me and arranged for for Sara to stay with me while she attended college. She was the neighbor girl I used to babysit but now she was done with High School school and ready to move up to a university in the big city.
Mom meet me at the door with a big squeezy hug. She got a worried look on her face when her hug made me cringe. I told her that she could relax. "nothing is wrong, it's just been a long trip and I really needed to use the bathroom". I just wanted to get here to see you and didn't take time to make a rest stop. I tried to pull away but she didn't let go. "Please, your squeezing me like that is making it even worse. If you keep it up I might not be able to hold it".
She laughed. "I am your mother and I haven't seen you in a long time. I am going to give my little boy a hug before I let him get away. It reminds me of when you were little and would hold it till the last minute. You always ended up running for the bathroom, sometimes you didn't make it and I had to change you into dry pants. So you just relax. You still have an extra set of clothes here and it wouldn't be the first time I had to change you after you were to busy to go when you should."
"Mom!, I am not a little boy any more."
"True, but you still have some of your little boy habits. But don't worry, these days even I have to run for the bathroom once in a while. But I have the excuse of having several kids.
"Really? That's interesting. I never thought about my mother pissing her pants. I'm going to have to start closer paying attention".
"You don't really want to watch your old mom not to make it to the toilet in time do you?"
"Well, like I said it would be interesting. Since it looks like you are going to make me wet my pants you need to remember pay back is a bitch. The longer you hold me here the longer I will hold you back when you are running for the bathroom".
She playfully punched my shoulder. "You wouldn't dare do that to you loving mommy. But the more often you visit me the better chance of you being here when... I mean... if I get caught short. And who knows, if that is what it takes to motivate you to come see me more often. From now on call me when you leave to come here so I know to be to busy to go to the bathroom so I have to go when you get here. That way you will have to wait for me to go before you can pee. Now if I get my timing wrong I might end up having to do a little extra laundry. But that is a small price to pay to see my little boy more often".
She held me for a few more seconds while I did a the pee pee dance. Then said "as cute as you are squirming around like that and as you said as interesting as it would be to watch you have an accident.... I better let you go before you really do wet your pants. She whispered in my ear "If I didn't know better I would think you are enjoying being delayed by my hug while you are struggling not to have an accident. In fact if you drive straight through so you show up really needing the bathroom next time I will know for sure and my hug will last longer. Then we will see what happens and how much you really do like it. And then I will get to change my little boy out of wet pants just like old times" As she let me go she gently swatted me on the butt and pushed me towards the bathroom.
"Mom, cut that out, I'm not a little boy any more. I just didn't want to loose time by stopping." I said over my shoulder as I ran for the bathroom.
"You will always be my little boy no matter how old you are. Now get. It would be really embarrassing if you had an accident because you were arguing instead of using the toilet. I will fix us some sandwiches and after lunch you can go pick up your new roomie".
I made it in time, but just barely. Thank god, I thought for sure I was going to loose control before she let go of me. While she was hugging me I felt the first few drops making their way down my dick and leaking out of the end making me start to get hard. That's strange. I wonder why I was getting hard? Oh god, I hope she didn't notice. Luckily my underwear only had a small wet spot. My jeans had nothing visible on them. I swear I peed for a full 2 minutes. Relief never felt so amazing. I washed up and headed for the kitchen.
When I got there she was standing at the table making sandwiches. Her legs were crossed and she was mumbling "I know I told him if he came more often I would set it up so he was here when I get caught short but I didn't think it would happen today." I walked up to her and and said "what's up"
Her cheeks blushed. She paused for a few seconds like she was thinking about something, then said "It's about time you got finished. You weren't the only one that needed to use the bathroom when you got here. Should I run to the bathroom before we sit down and eat? She paused for a few seconds while looking me in the eye and shifting her weight from one leg to the other. I better go first. I will end up wet before we finish eating. And that won't be happening today. The sooner you come back and visit sooner I will get really busy while you are traveling to come see me."
"I am getting the urge to give you a hug" I said as I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Oh no you don't, next time we can see who breaks the hug first." She slipped away and did the quick waddle step to the bathroom.
I laughed. "But you are so cute squirming around like that and it is so adorable watching you try not to have an accident."
When she got back we caught up on all the family news while we ate lunch. Once we were done she walked me to the door and gave me another hug. "I think your going to find having Sara as your roommate interesting. Did you realize she still puts off using the bathroom to the very last minute if she is busy or doing something interesting and according to her mom sometimes for no apparent reason. Most people out grow that habit, but not her, or apparently you either. It drives her mom crazy, but I bet you won't mind at all. Now get over there and pick her up so you can get her to her new home."
As I headed out the door she whispered into my ear "remember, come back and visit me real soon. Don't forget your next visit will be our little test to see if you stop and go potty on the way or if you drive straight through and show up in needing to run to the bathroom right away. And remember to let me know when you leave."
I knocked on Sara's door and her mom answered. "You haven't changed a bit, still beautiful as always."
"And you are still just as much as a flirt as you ever were. Sara is in her room packing her things. Did you know she used to have the biggest crush on you. She has been bouncing with excitement to the point she has almost been nervous wreck the past few days. Please be genital with her. I don't think she ever out grew her little school girl crush."
"That is ok, she may not be little anymore but she is still a school girl even if it is college. But seriously, you don't need worry. I will treat her like she is my kid sister."
"I know you will. That's why I ask your mom to arrange for her to stay with you. I know you will treat her right and keep her out of trouble. Remember when she was busy she used to put off using the potty till ended up wetting her pants. Well she still puts it off to the very last minute. I broke her of just wetting part but she still puts it off way to long. Do me a favor and encourage her to go when she needs to. Maybe she will listen to you better than me. And make sure she goes to the bathroom before you leave or she might get your car seat wet."
"Don't worry, you can relax and enjoy some 'me time'. I will look after her for the next few years."
I walked down the hall to her bedroom. The door was open, I was just about to knock when I saw her. She was facing away from me, packing her bags. What caught my eye right away was that her legs were crossed and she was pee pee dancing. She was talking to herself "He better get here soon. If he takes much longer I'm going to have to use the bathroom so I don't accidentally go potty in my pants before we leave. That would take all the fun out of the trip and make it sooooo boring."
She must have heard me. because she jumped, stopped dancing and pulled her legs apart and stood up pretending that she was just fine. As she was turning around she snapped "I'm fine, I don't need to go." When she saw it was me "oops, sorry I thought you were my mom. She is constantly trying to get me to run to the bathroom every 20 minutes no matter how busy I am. Even though I need to go a little bit I know I can wait until later."
I said "hi, long time no see"
"Relax, your mother is in the other room and she can't see you and if I shut the door she won't be able to here what we say. One thing I want to make clear straight off. I will never pester you about using the toilet or get mad at you for not going to the bathroom when you need to. Even if it causes you to have an accident in your pants. You are old enough to choose when , where and even if you use the toilet. With that said I did promise your mom I would make sure you used the bathroom before we left. So lets keep us both out of trouble by making her think you did. I suggest while I load your bags into the car you go into the bathroom, just stand there a couple of minutes then flush the toilet and wash your hands. That way she hears you go potty. Now of course you can actually go pee if you really want to, but before you make your decision be aware that I plan on taking the back roads and there are not many places we can stop to go potty so the next opportunity to use a toilet will be at least an hour and a half from now maybe even longer. Even so, from what I just saw and heard I'm betting that even though you have to go bad enough you are already pee pee dancing you still won't go before we leave even if it means you are taking a real chance of not making it to the potty in time. Will you?"
She blushed, gave me that cute little girl smile of hers and crossed her legs in an exaggerated way. "I'm just fine, I don't need to go right now. I can wait until later... probably."
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I just smiled at her and said "as you wish, but make sure you don't PP dance, squirm around or even cross your legs until you are inside the car or we will both be in trouble. Once we are in the hallway where your mom can hear I am going to tell you to go the the bathroom. You make some snide remark about it and go in and do what we talked about." As soon as I opened the door I raised my voice enough to make sure her mom could hear and said " it is going to be a long ride so make sure you go to the bathroom before we leave".
"But I don't need to go potty!"
"Get in there and try, just in case or I will have to swat your cute little butt just like I did when you were little girl with an attitude."
Her mom interjected; "Some things never change"
"Fine. You don't have to mean about it, I will try, but I don't need to go!"
"While you do that I am going to carry you bags to the car."
"See, I thought she would listen to you. I would have had to argue with her for several minutes to get her to go. What's your secret"
"I will never tell. I guess she really does still have that school girl crush"
Sara punched my arm as she pushed by me. "I do not! I just need... want to get going and don't have time to waste arguing about it."
When I walked back into the house I could hear the toilet flushing. Sara was opening the door of the bathroom. I went down the hall. I caught a glimpse of her looking down at her pants like she was checking for a wet spot. "My turn, like I said its a long ride and it would be best if neither of us had an accident on the way. Now hurry up and give your mom a hug and tell her that you love her. Then go wait for me in the car. I won't be long"
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George is a common teenager, he turned 18 recently. He’s not the most handsome guy you’d see in your life, but he’s still handsome, he has dark brown hair and light brown eyes, he’s not so tall (he’s just 5’7), he’s not muscular or athletic and he’s definitely not rich, so he’s working half time as a babysitter.
George’s phone started ringing in the middle of his game, and he had no choice but to answer the call. “Hello?” Answered the boy, “Hello, is there George Davis? The babysitter from the Instagram announcement” Said a lady’s voice “Yes, it’s me. How may I help you?” “I have a son, and I’m interested in your services.” “Alright, I only work after 3 p.m., after my classes end, and on weekends. I’m able to change diapers, give baths, and put people to bed. I also know how to cook.” Said George. “Sounds good, what’s the hourly rate?” “30 dollars per hour until 9 p.m., after that, the value increases by 5 dollars”. The phone got silent a bit before the lady talked again: “I’m able to pay 80 dollars per hour for all the weekend, do we have a deal?” “Of course, ma’am. Just curious, how old is your son?” My Sean turned 18 years old last month.”
It would be strange, George thought, he’s my age and still needs a babysitter, probably he has some deficiency.
Friday finally came, and as he had dealt with the lady, he came to her house after his classes. In his bag were a couple of clothes for the weekend and his phone charger. The house was considerably big and in a rich neighborhood. The brunette rings the bell, and the door is opened by a mid-aged woman, who sympathetically guides him to put his bike in her garage. He entered the house by the front door; there’s the entrance hall, there are four possible ways from there, the stairs and the small corridor to the kitchen in the front, to the left is the living room and to the right is a small library. “Let me show you your room,” said the lady, guiding him to the second floor. The room on the left (the only one on this side) was the lady’s room (which would still be locked all weekend), to the right there’s a corridor with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, at the end of this corridor was another room, Sean’s room. She guided George until the last door and pointed to the door on their right, saying, “This will be your room, honey.” “Thanks, maam,” Started George. “Before I meet Sean, is there something I should know to stay with him this weekend?” The brunette thought he must know why an eighteen-year-old would need a babysitter. “Sean is allergic to peanuts, and he’s scared of the dark.” The lady stopped before say, cautiously “He also have a... Problem... He’ll have... Accidents... If you don’t send him to the bathroom, if you could ask if he wants to use the bathroom every hour, more or less, it’d be good. And at night, make sure he’s wearing a pull-up, please.” The lady looked ashamed, and George couldn’t say anything but “I’ll do it, don’t worry”.
She opened the door, and George saw Sean for the first time. He’s more or less George’s height, with bed-messed blonde hair, big puppy-green eyes, and a very skinny body. His room looked like any teenager’s room, with some TV series and band posters and some clothes on the floor. The only thing different were the three pull-up packages nearby the bedside table. The blonde boy got up to greet the babysitter, he was wearing a white t-shirt and basketball shorts. The front of the shorts had a large wet spot, and George couldn’t take his eye out of it. It was, at the same time, strangely cute and hot. “This is Sean, my son,” said the lady. She turned to her son and said, “Sean, this is George; he’ll be your babysitter this weekend.” “Mom!” Sean looked shocked. “I told you I don’t need a babysitter anymore!” Sean’s voice had a soft tone. “As long as you can’t stay one day without wetting yourself as a toddler, I’ll bring babysitters to watch you, little boy.” Her voice was hard but controlled “Now go change these wet shorts and come to greet your babysitter”.
Sean came back to the room quickly, this time wearing jeans shorts. He came directly to George to greet him, saying, “Nice to meet you.” And hugged the Brunette, who said, “Nice to meet you too, I hope we can get along this weekend.”
The lady let them alone a few minutes later. Sean stayed in his room, and George sat on the couch in the living room, watching his phone. He was scrolling through Instagram, but his mind was still in the wet pants of Sean. About one hour later, George could hear Sean coming down on tiptoes, but when he bumped into George on the couch, the blonde, feeling embarrassed, said “Hey... You’re here”. The brunette looked at him and noticed he was wearing the red wet pants again, but said nothing about it. “Yeah, I’m here, is there something I can do to help you?”
“No, just... I’ll play my videogame here, I hope you don’t mind”. George didn’t say anything, he just agreed with his head and came back to his phone. A few minutes later, George saw himself interested in Sean’s game and saying things to help the blonde, who said “Do you wanna play with me?”, George speedily agreed. They’re playing for a while when George hears a drip sound, He pauses the game and looks to Sean to ask if he’s hearing this sound, but sees that the sound’s source is Sean.
“Sean... Did you pee your pants?” Asked an astonished George, “Yes.” He simply said, “Why?”
“Why not? Like there’s just us two, mom is not here to scream at me for being a fucking bastard that couldn’t hold himself, so I just let it flow.” Sean said calmly
“So are you telling me you did it on purpose?” Asked the babysitter
“I always did it on purpose, or do you think I really had a bladder problem? It’s what mommy says to herself to convince herself that the problem is not her fault.” Sean saw George’s eyes fixedly on his soaked pants. “Why don’t you try it too, George? I thought you’d like it.”
George had two choices: pee his pants as suggested by Sean and discover if it’s pleasurable, or deny it and never know if it would be good for him. He chose the first opinion, he closed his eyes and tried to force his pee out, but nothing came out. “Try to do it standing, it’s easy for the first time.” Said Sean, “For me, it’s easy to do it ‘cause I’m used to doing it.”
The brunette got up and tried again, he started forcing the pee out, and when the stream started to flow, he relaxed his bladder muscles and let it all flow out. He felt his underwear getting wet and his legs too, he felt his foot getting wet too. He opened his eyes when he heard the sound of a phone picturing. “Sean!” he was a bit angry. “Did you picture me?” “Yes, to you see how hot you look in these wet pants.” Said the blonde showing the picture to George, George’s jeans shorts show their right side soaked, and the puddle under George’s foot, he looked at it and felt himself a bit proud of how wet he was. “Now, sit down and let’s play a bit more,” Said Sean. The brunette just could look for his pee dripping into the puddle under Sean. “Sean, where can I get some cloth to clean it? At least what is on the floor.” The blonde got up, saying, “Do you know why there’s no carpet in the house and the couch is made of leather? I!” He sounded very proud of it: “So there’s no problem, we don’t wipe the floor.” Anyway, he guided George to a cabinet on the stairwell’s side full of cleaning products.
After drying out all the wetness, George sat down to play again. At this moment, Sean asked, “What do you think about this experience?” “I... Well, it is good,” said the babysitter. “How did you feel? What do you notice? Everything, it’s not always I can talk with someone who pees their pants and like it,” George laughed discreetly with the boy’s enthusiasm. “Well... I really liked it, it was good; it’s a different pleasure, and what I noticed and liked a lot is the hotness in my underwear and legs,” he said sincerely. George might like to pee his pants, or was it just because he was curious about how it works? Whatever, he is enjoying his wet pants a bit. They unpaused the game and returned to it.
George noticed the sunset and decided to pause the game, his shorts are almost dry, but Sean’s shorts are still wet as if he had peed right at this moment. The brunette regretted his choice after sniffing the pee smell on him. “Sean,” he said, making the blonde look at him, “how do I hide these wet clothes until I can wash them without anyone noticing the smell?” “Mom gave me a chore list to do, and one of the topics was washing my dirty clothes. If you change yourself now, I can wash it, and in the morning it will be dry to wear again,” said the blonde getting up, George noticed that the blonde’s bum was full wet, which made the babysitter want to slap his wet ass just to feel the wetness on his hands. Anyway, the brunette followed the boy to the guest room where he’s staying to change his clothes. He put on the sweatpants he’s using as pajamas and no underwear, he wouldn’t need them.
When George got out of the room, holding his wet boxers and jeans, he saw Sean waiting at the door of his room. “I just need to get the dirty clothes, you’re welcome in my room.” The old one entered the room, sitting in the couple’s bed of the blonde, the room had a strong pee smell. Sean started to pick random clothes from the floor, sniffing them and throwing the dirty ones nearby the door. After a couple clothes, Sean said, “Now I just need to change these wet pants,” already taking his pants off. George saw Sean’s butt when he looked to the blonde to answer him. “Sean, why are...” He got interrupted by Sean turning to him and saying, “Because I peed the bed a couple times, but don’t worry, this mattress is in good condition yet.” George was looking straight at Sean’s dick when he said, “What? I asked, Why are you naked?” “This was your question, well, it’s my room; I’m changing my clothes, so... No problem, I get naked in a couple minutes”. The brunette didn’t say anything more, just agreed, watching the blonde putting just a white briefs before head straight to the washing machine.
After they put the clothes to wash, Sean called George to watch something on TV, and the brunette agreed, following the blonde to his room.
“George, what would you like to watch?” asked Sean when he turned his bedroom TV on.
“You choose,” answered the brunette.
Both the boys lay in Sean’s bed, putting something to watch on Netflix. After a few minutes, Sean asked:
“Mom had told you I was 18 years old before you came here?”
“Yes, she told me.”
“And anyway, are you still agreeing to come babysit me? Why?”
“Because I was really curious about how it’d work and, maybe, I was staying three nights with a cute young guy...” Said George laughing
“So are you saying that I’m not cute?” asked Sean, faking na astonishing face.
“You’re cute! Just when wearing peed pants!” joked the brunette. “But being serious, you’re handsome, at least I thought it.”
“First: thanks; I know I’m handsome. Second: are you telling me that you have a kink in pee?” Sean turned to look into George’s eyes.
“I... I don’t know, like this was my first experience and it was amazing, so...” He turned to the blonde too. “And you? Have you a pee kink?”
“Of course! Like, I’ve been into pee since I was 7 and don’t want to give it up ever!”
“So, why do you let your mom think you have a bladder problem?”
“Well... You don’t know my mom, she’s able to kill me if things don’t go the way she planned, that’s why I told her I don’t have good control of my pee.” Sean’s face was very serious. “Hear it,” he said before ripping out the loudest fart George had ever heard.
“Fuck, Sean! You stink!” George said, hearing Sean laugh.
“Thank you, I tried it.” Sean had a mischievous face when he said, “Wanna smell it at the source?”
“God! No! Now I know why you need a babysitter, you’re so childish.”
“And you... You’re a fag!” Screamed Sean
“Sean!” George’s voice grew with anger. After two years as a babysitter, he learned that if he put some authority and anger in his voice, the kids would do everything he ordered them to do. “Watch your mouth! Do you want to be punished?” The blonde looked scared by the babysitter threat.
“I’m sorry, George. It wasn’t my intention to offend you. And, as you know, I’m gay too.” Sean looked very honest in his words.
“Out the closet?”
“No, mom would kill me. Like, I’m the first boy to be born in her family in five generations, if she accepts, my grandma and aunties would kill me.” Said him simply “And you? Out of the closet?”
“Since I was fourteen,” said George.
They started to look for each other for a few minutes before Sean said, “I really need to pee, but I’m too lazy to get up and don’t want to wet the bed now. Can you be a good babysitter and get a pull-up for me to put on, please?” Sean made his best puppy face to try to convince the brunette, who got up and picked up a pull-up and threw it to the blonde.
Sean pushed his underwear out and pulled the pull-up while laying in bed, and George watched it from the side of the bed, waiting until he could lay down again. The brunette heard the hissing pee sound almost instantly after Sean put the diaper on. The blonde’s diaper got flaccid and full quickly.
“Fuck!” said Sean before getting up, letting a small wet spot on the bed. “I peed more than I thought I needed, don’t worry, my bed will be okay, I just need to change my diaper.” The blonde looked a bit jumpy.
“Sean, go take a bath, put on a new diaper and some pajamas, and I’ll change your bed sheets.” George was still; it wasn’t the first time a kid peed on the bed where he was babysitting. “But next time, at least get up or use the bathroom. We have a deal?” Sean just agreed with his head and went to the bathroom. George takes the wet sheets out and finds new ones in Sean’s closet.
The blonde came back a few minutes later totally naked. George gave a good look on the blonde, he was completely shaved, every single centimeter. Sean picked a new pull-up and put it, saying to George “this is my pijama, are you okay with me sleeping almost naked in the room next to you?” Teased him
“No” answered George “I usually don’t get hard-on with diaper boys, maximum I do is change them” teased back the brunette.
“Dork” joked the blonde
“Sean, put some clothes on, it’s cold to you stay half naked tonight.” George was being serious and the blonde obeyed him.
The weekend passed too fast, and when George noticed Sean’s mom was parking the car.
For the blonde, this was the best weekend of his life; he had never met someone who liked pee like him, and he was very excited about it. He gave his number to George to stay in contact, and maybe he could get more than a friend—a lover.
For the brunette, the weekend was full of discoveries and new passions and loves; maybe he was falling in love with a certain blonde and accepting getting his number too fast.
When the lady asked George if he’d be okay babysitting her son again, he said that it would be a pleasure to babysit him again because he was so polite and talkative.
At the same time, Sean sent him a message: “Will you tell her I’m cute too?”
“Not now, maybe after you learn how to kiss, virgin. Lol,” answered George, joking with his friend. During the Friday night, they talked about their life experiences, and one thing that Sean said was that he had never kissed or fucked before.
“You’d like to give me my first kiss?”
“Next weekend I’m free, I’ll send my address.”
George put his phone in his pants’ pocket and picked up the payment for the job, dismissing himself for the lady and Sean. |
Context: This tale draws on British folklore and herbcraft pertaining to the potent diuretic properties of dandelions and includes some historical features of medieval England. Ealdormen were local, administrative leaders (similar to earls) who also served as liaisons between their people and the king. I'd love to hear feedback from folks with more expertise in the field about this. As for the rest of us history/herbcraft nerds- enjoy!
The Ealdorman’s Family
The year is 1010 CE in the town of Warwick (then Waeringwic) in the kingdom of Mercia. Today is the day that the king is visiting the royal mint in Warwick and an ealdorman named Aethelwulf will be presenting his family.
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Cora the eldest daughter (22 y/o)
Cora awoke with a jolt of energy and immediately sat upright. She used both hands to pat her naked body and the mattress beneath her. “Yes!”, she exclaimed as loudly as she could in a whispered voice. She didn’t want to startle her sleeping sister, Aelfwynn, as she celebrated yet another dry night.
“That makes one full cycle of the moon”, Cora thought to herself as she calmly laid back down and folded her hands over her abdomen. “Maybe my wish is coming true.”
Although Cora had prayed to God for a dry bed every night, she had also tried an old, pagan remedy that many Mercian women still swore by. A month prior, on May Day, Cora plucked a brilliant yellow dandelion that grew unusually tall from her grandmother’s grave. As she took in the aroma of the flower, she recited the words that her mother taught her:
“As flowers bloom, and fledglings fly,
Please help keep my mattress dry”
Since the spell was intended to help mothers keep their children dry, Cora had changed the last line a little bit. After she said the spell, she buried the flower next to her grandmother’s headstone and returned to the May Day festivities.
Today would also be a day of feasting and celebration. Although she still had about an hour before the rest of the family would ready themselves to greet the king’s procession, Cora leapt from her bed and put on her underdress. She quickly put on her bliaut and tied the belt around her waist. In her excitement, she cinched the belt a little harder than she had intended and the pressure caused her full bladder to leak a gentle stream of urine onto the floor. For the first time that day she noticed how full her bladder actually was.
She felt a tightening in her chest as leaked and quickly made for her chamber pot. She continued leaking as she hiked up her bliaut and underdress and squatted over the large metal bowl. As she relaxed her pelvic floor, the forceful stream made a loud hollow sound as it made contact with the metal followed by the sound of liquid pooling and churning in the bowl below. Cora tried to steady the force of her stream so it wasn’t so loud, but her control was limited once she started. She looked over at Aelfwynn sleeping and saw her stir in the bed. After about 20 seconds Cora finished peeing and stood up. She used a rag by her bed to wipe away the narrow trail of urine that had escaped her earlier, and carried the chamber pot out of the room.
Bronwynn, the eldest woman servant of the house, saw Cora in the corner walking with the chamber pot out of her eye as she prepared breakfast.
“Need a hand with that, my lady?” Bronwynn asked.
“No- thank you. I can handle it,” Cora replied
“Do I sense another dry night, my lady? I always get concerned when I don’t see chamber pots leaving first thing in the morning. Makes me think you’re either not drinking enough or drinking too much before bed,” Bronwynn said, cheekily.
Taken aback by the candor but still celebrating her success, Cora replied, “There’s at least one less mattress for you to clean today.”
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Aelfwynn the middle daughter (20 y/o)
“Stop it, Ceolwulf,”Aelfwynn called to her younger brother who threw flower after flower at her chanting:
“Dandelion, dandelion, hex my sis,
Make sure her bed is soaked with piss”
“You’re such a nuisance. You know that doesn’t work. You’re just killing flowers now,” Aelfwynn said as they walked along the road to Warwick.
“Of course it works!” replied Ceolwulf. “Remember when you picked up those dandelions and pressed them into my back? I wet the bed every night for weeks!”
Aelfwynn laughed, “I don’t think the flowers had anything to do with that. You always piss the bed, at least more than any of us.”
“Pissed the bed. I’ve been dry for- well- at least three months,” Ceolwulf retorted.
“Very impressive,” Aelfwynn said sarcastically, though she had only been dry for about a year herself. All of the ealdorman’s children wet the bed into adulthood, just as the ealdorman and his wife, Gyda, had.
Whether it was all the talk of wetting the bed or a side-effect of the dandelion torture, Aelfwynn’s bladder started clamoring for her attention. She spied a large elderberry bush just off the left-hand side of the road. Aelfwynn looked ahead and behind her to see that no one else was coming.
“Ceolwulf, make yourself useful and stand in front of that bush. I need to pee.”
“You seriously can’t make it back to town? I didn’t expect those flowers to work so quickly,” Ceolwulf said with a chuckle.
“It’s not the flowers, idiot. I drank some of mother’s tea this morning,” Aelfwynn replied.
“Oh, the dandelion tea? Seriously Aelfwynn you know that goes right through you,” Ceolwulf taunted.
“Just shut up and make sure no one comes back here,” Aelfwynn said as she started hiking up her dress.
She barely had time to squat before a thick, clear torrent of piss shot out of her onto the ground with a loud hiss and a splash. The urine quickly collected in a small puddle beneath her. The release was incredible; Aelfwynn felt tingles ripple through her body from her fingertips to her toes. She felt liquid splashing back onto her bare feet and legs, so she started to slowly raise herself up. However, instead of feeling less splashback, she felt more. In fact, she could feel immense warmth and wetness spreading along the underside of her thighs and creeping slowly up her back.
With a start, Aelfwynn sat up in bed and made the dreadful realization that her dream had caused her to completely wet her bed. She felt soaked and warm from knees to butt and the urine on her back now cooled as she sat upright on her sodden mattress. With her right hand she held her blankets in front of her bare chest as she inspected the damage with her left. She pressed against the canvas layer and heard the squish of wet wool underneath her. Of all days for this to happen, this was the worst she could imagine. Thankfully Cora had already gotten up.
Aelfwynn threw her blankets off the bed and squeezed what she could of the urine from the ends of her hair. She rose from her bed, naked and damp, and used a rag to wipe herself down. She then retrieved a small bundle of dried lavender, divided the bundle into two parts and tied it around each leg. She hoped that the extra lavender, in addition to some lavender powder under her arms, would mask the smell of urine. Between the smell of piss and flowers, she chose the latter. Before she could throw on her underdress, Cora came back into the room with the empty chamber pot.
Cora averted her eyes as she entered the room, “Oh I’m sorry Aelfwynn I thought you were still asleep.”
“No no it’s OK. I was just- uh- freshening up”, Aelfwynn said putting on her underdress.
As Cora walked to the door to leave the room, she saw Aelfwynn’s sodden mattress, which immediately brought the smell of urine to her senses. But there was another smell as well- something floral.
“I’ll have Bronwynn send her boys in to take the mattress outside,” Cora said with a caring smile. “Can I get you a washcloth?”
“Yes, thank you," Aelfwynn replied.
“The lavender smells nice,” Cora said sincerely.
Aelfwynn smiled as Cora left the room.
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Ceolwulf, the youngest and only son (18 y/o)
“Get ye gone, boys! Morning’s only a few hours away,” the tavern owner said, shooing the two young patrons out into the alley.
Brundyr protested. “Ah c’mon, Hildy. Just one more round. Ceolwulf’s gotta be nice and hungover for his date with the king tomorrow.”
“You lads’ll be lucky you make it home with dry trousers. Now piss off," Hildy said shutting the tavern door.
“We love you too, Hildy”, Ceolwulf slurred as he stepped into the alley.
Brundyr immediately pulled his waistband down to piss on the side of the house across from the entrance of the tavern. Ceolwulf stumbled beside him to do the same.
As his stream poured onto the house, Brundyr began to rant:
“I dare you, Ceolwulf, I dare you to stare the king RIGHT in his eyes tomorrow, yeah, and *hic* and tell him that there isn’t a *hic* there isn’t a king in Mercia, in *hic* Wessex, Wales, or *hic* Northumbria that can kill a Dane *hic* better than a WARWICK man. You tell him *hic*- Ceolwulf- you *hic* are you OK?
Ceolwulf leaned pressing his left hand against the house, while his right hand clutched his crotch.
Brundyr finished peeing, sheathed his ‘sword’, and turned to look at his friend. “Ceolwulf, what are you *hic* what are you doing, Ceolwulf?”
Ceolwulf turned and lurched out of the shadow of the house into the moonlit alley. Brundyr walked around Ceolwulf so he could see his front. Still clutching his groin, Ceolwulf stood with his knees turned inward and two thick, obvious wet streaks down each leg of his pants. Brundyr guffawed and cackled as he realized what had happened. “Oh no, Wulfy, what’d you do?”
“Brundyr, I need to *hic* go home. I got a lotta do. I- uh- got a lotta do before I *hic* go see the king.”
Brundyr continued laughing and put his arm around Ceolwulf. “We should go show Hildy. She’d have a laugh AND a piss I think”.
Ceolwulf shook Brundyr’s arm off of him and in his stupor pleaded, “Please don’t *hic* tell anyone, Brundyr. Please don’t tell anyone. This is *hic* shameful. Please don’t tell, Brundyr, please *hic*”
“You have my word, Wulfy. I won’t tell anyone- at least until the king leaves town.”
Ceolwulf shoved Brundyr into the side of the tavern. “I’m only joking, lordy”, Brundyr said laughing. “What did you think would happen after a whole bottle of dandelion wine?”
That was the last thing Ceolwulf remembers before he slowly opened his eyes. The early morning sunlight shone through the crack between the two shutters in his room. As he laid on his side, he could hear someone stirring in the kitchen, likely getting breakfast ready. He closed his eyes again and put his hands between his legs to go back to sleep in a fetal position. As soon as his hands touched his naked body he felt how wet he was. He rolled over onto his back and felt the wet canvas and wool give under him. Now his back and his left side were wet and the smell of piss was strong in his room.
Of all his siblings, Ceolwulf struggled the most with his bladder. He was not only prone to bedwetting, but also daytime accidents. He would wet himself at least once a month in school and every fight he found himself in- even those he had started himself- resulted in wet pants. His sisters sympathized with him and were especially understanding of his bedwetting accidents. They couldn’t help but tease him though, going so far as to ‘knight’ him Sir Ceolwulf the Wet.
He gave himself a quick wipedown with a rag next to his bed and picked his pants up off of the floor. Forgetting what had happened the night before, he felt a shock as he put his right foot into the cold, damp leg of his pants. He dropped his pants and stepped back- now all too aware of his pounding headache and dry throat. He crawled back into bed and laid on the dry side of his mattress, clutching his head, unsure of his next move.
Ceolwulf’s three-month dry spell was broken. As he laid next to his large wet spot, he suddenly recalled a refrain from one of his mother’s favorite folk tales:
“Lady Boudica, fierce and strong
Took many Roman heads.
When she gave them ‘gifts’ of dandelion wine,
The lot of them wet their beds”*
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The Ealdorman and his wife (50 and 38 y/o respectively)
Aethelwulf awoke next to his wife Glyda who was still sleeping soundly beside him. At 50 years old, Aethelwulf awaited one of the highest honors of his life. He would tell the king how he and the other ealdormen kept the mint safe and secure. Aethelwulf was instrumental in managing Warwick’s prosperity amid the ever looming threat of raids by the Danes and administered justice in line with his people’s mores and Mercian law.
At present however, he was not focused on business but rather his family.
Aethelwulf came from a long line of ealdormen, starting with his great-grandfather who helped found Warwickshire and later became an ealdorman of Warwick town. Although he was proud of his family line, each one of his ealdorman ancestors were chronic bedwetters. He had vivid memories of his grandmother and mother collecting May Day dandelions to help keep their children dry at night throughout the year. He now saw his wife, Glyda, doing the same for his children year after year.
Aethelwulf felt as if his family’s bladder troubles would affect his children’s future opportunities. Granted, Cora seemed to be heading down a monastic path. She never expressed any enthusiasm for living among men and had an innate talent with the written word and illustration. When Aethelwulf had tried arranging a marriage between Aelfwynn and the son of an ealdorman of Worcester, Edmund, the young man had seemed very interested at first. No doubt- Aelfwynn is quick-witted, a talented seamstress and not to mention quite comely. Sadly, gossip reached Edmund’s ears alerting him that his flaxen-haired beauty was a lifelong bedwetter. And as for ‘Ceolwulf the Wet’, well, he still had a lot of growing up to do in many respects. He wondered if sheltering them from the world did them any good either.
Aethelwulf snapped back to the present moment and felt the mattress beneath him. Dry, as he expected. He slept nude (like most people of his day) except for a diaper made of linen and wool that his daughter Aelfwynn had made. She made one for him and one for his wife Glyda, using a pattern that Glyda herself had designed. Their children wore them throughout childhood as well, but had stopped once they reached adulthood. Though there were many nights that their mattresses (and the servants who cleaned them) would have benefited greatly from them.
Aethelwulf reached over and felt his wife’s side of the bed. Her diaper had leaked a bit, but nothing that required an intensive cleaning of the mattress. Glyda stirred on her side and turned on her back. She blinked open her eyes and turned her head to look at her husband.
“Good morning, my dear. How did you sleep?” she asked.
“The sea did not breach the hull of the ship, so I’d say I fared well,” Aethelwulf replied. “It seems you had a bit too much of that piss-a-bed tea.”
“I had nary a drop thank you very much, but I did fall foul of the dandelion yesterday.”
“Oh?” inquired Aethelwulf.
“I was picking flowers along the river bank and lost track of time. Suddenly I heard the Vespers bell and realized how late it was.”
“Hmmm” Aethelwulf sounded puzzled.
“I realized then that I had picked a few dandelion flowers without thinking,” Glyda said.
“Ah, what is it that the pagans say about picking dandelions at night?”
“‘Pick a dandy flower after four, you’ll pee and pee forevermore’. And you know how my sleeping bladder gets,” Glyda concluded.
Indeed, it was said that picking dandelions after 4 PM would make you pee incessantly throughout the night. While most people would begrudgingly get up to go, Glyda’s bladder would simply not permit that. Glyda, like Aethelwulf, came from a long line of bedwetters. She shared many of her husband’s concerns for their children, but was confident that faith in God and the herbcraft of her ancestors would yield positive futures for their children.
Once Glyda and Aethelwulf cleaned themselves up with wash cloths, Glyda went to check on their children. She was surprised to find Cora already dressed and ready. Her daughter looked beautiful in her dress and leather-tied shoes. Aelfwynn was still eating breakfast but seemed in good spirits. Glyda had helped her put the finishing touches on her bliaut the night before and was confident both her daughters would make a lasting impression.
Ceolwulf on the other hand was a mess.
“You drank a WHOLE bottle of dandelion wine. Don’t you remember the story of Boudica and the Roman legion?” Glyda asked her son, still lying in his bed.
“Yes, but I-”, Ceolwulf began, but Glyda cut him off and continued.
“This is a powerful flower, my son. It’s meant to flush out toxins and keep you well. If you abuse it there are consequences.”
Ceolwulf sat silently and averted his eyes from his mother.
Glyda went on, “This is a big day for your father and for our family. We’re going to celebrate and make merry, but right now we need to get you a pair of your father’s trousers. Last I checked yours have all been pissed.”
“They’ll be pretty loose but I can belt them along with my tunic.” Ceolwulf said sullenly.
“Please do. I take no pleasure in shaming any of my children, but I will ask that you clean your mattress yourself. At least get it out in the sun so it can dry while we’re out,” Glyda finished. Glyda turned and shut the door to allow some privacy as Ceolwulf moved his mattress off the simple wooden bed frame.
As he was moving the mattress he felt something soft hit the back of his head. Turning around he saw Aelfwynn peeking through his window. She quickly ducked her head as both sisters giggled and ran around to the other side of the house. He grunted and sighed and looked down at the floor to see what his sister had thrown. It was a new homemade, linen and wool diaper that she had planned on giving him later. She had not only stitched the letter 'C' in the front, but had also stitched a few dandelions on it as well.
Just before they were to leave for the mint, Glyda picked a dandelion that had gone to seed in the front yard. Before blowing the seeds to the wind, Glyda made a silent wish:
“May our days be merry,
May our nights be kind,
May our accidents remain,
Out of sight and mind.”
*I made up the story of Boudica and the Roman legion, but thought it was a fun bit of fiction
Sources:
Fabulous Folklore with Icy: Making Wishes and Wetting the Bed (the inspiration for this!) https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dandelions-in-folklore-making-wishes-and-wetting-the-bed/id1450546036?i=1000606861605
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ealdorman
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boudica
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warwick
https://www.medievalists.net/2013/04/did-people-in-the-middle-ages-take-baths/
https://www.carrementbelle.com/blog/en/2019/10/02/perfume-middle-ages/
Smatterings from Netflix’s “The Last Kingdom” (I think Aelfwynn is such an awesome name!) |
write a sarcastic apology speech by a sorority leader to her pledges, who are all standing there in pissed pants, after their last contest ended in them peeing their pants
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Ladies, gather around. No, no, don't worry, I won't ask you to sit. I understand the circumstances are... quite damp at the moment.
I stand before you today, as your oh-so-beloved sorority leader, to deliver an apology. But before I get into that, let's just acknowledge the, ahem, unique aroma in the room. Eau de Pee-Pee, my favorite! Such a bold choice for a group of young ladies.
Now, onto the heartfelt apology. I just want to express my deepest, most insincere, I mean, sincere apologies for the rather... moist end to our contest. I mean, who could've guessed that a bladder endurance challenge might result in a few of us sprinkling the dance floor? Totally unforeseeable!
You see, we strive for unity here. Unity in sisterhood, unity in fun, and apparently, unity in public embarrassment as well. And isn't that just beautiful? Don't we all feel closer, more bonded after sharing such an intimate moment together?
Of course, I could stand here and offer a shallow apology for making you all participate in a task that inevitably resulted in you wetting yourselves, but where's the fun in that? After all, we're all adults here, right? And isn't part of being an adult handling your own... fluids?
In all seriousness, though, let's take a moment to thank these brave, damp souls standing before us. It takes a certain kind of courage to literally piss your pants in front of your peers, and yet, here you are, doing it with such grace.
So here's to you, my brave and slightly soggy sisters! May your dignity dry faster than your pants, and may you always remember this as the night we laughed so hard, we peed a little... okay, maybe more than a little. Remember, girls, it's all part of the bonding process!
So, once again, sorry, not sorry. You girls keep doing you. And maybe next time, think about packing an extra pair of pants... or maybe two.
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write a follow up speech after the sorority leader made the pledges all wet their beds
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Hello again, my daring damsels of dampness!
I trust you all had a wet...I mean, restful...night. It's delightful to see so many of you embracing the sisterhood's commitment to creating shared memories. Or should I say shared mattresses? As I look around, I see not just a group of sleepy, slightly soggy girls but a team that took to bed-wetting like ducks to water.
Yes, yes, I know - as your revered and slightly feared sorority leader, it falls on me to offer you an apology for our nocturnal adventure. But before I do, let's take a moment to appreciate the...aromatic blend of early morning and...eau de mattress.
So, here it goes: I offer my sincerest - and let's be honest, fairly tongue-in-cheek - apologies for the overnight dampness. Who would've thought that the lullaby of a trickling stream would prove so...inspiring?
You see, here at this sorority, we believe in stepping outside our comfort zones. Or in this case, diving right out of them and into a small puddle of your own making. It's all in the name of unity. Nothing says sisterhood quite like synchronized bed-wetting, am I right?
Now, I'm sure there are a few of you who didn't find our midnight activity...refreshing. But remember, we're not here just for the easy, the dry, or the odor-free. We're here for the challenges, the unforgettable experiences, and yes, even the occasional damp mattress.
So here's to all of you, my brave nocturnal Niagara Falls! We'll not just remember this as the night our beds got a bit too warm, but also as the night we learned that shared discomfort can be a bizarre, yet powerful bonding experience.
Again, I’m sorry, but not entirely. Remember to let it all out in life, not just in bed. And as a pro tip for the future, you might want to invest in a waterproof mattress protector. Just a thought.
Keep your chins up and your mattresses dry, ladies. Until our next damp...I mean, daring adventure. Stay soggy, sisters!
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write a follow-up sarcastic apology speech after a full-bladder parade dance led to all the pledges dancing in wet pants for half the parade route
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Hello, my delightful dancing damsels,
I see we have a new uniform for our sorority – shades of blue denim that quickly turn to a darker shade down below. Unique, memorable...moist. Exactly what we aim for here!
Now, I stand before you as your esteemed, and apparently bladder-challenging, sorority leader to deliver my warmest – dare I say, soggy – apologies. But before we delve into that, let’s take a moment to appreciate the astounding synchronicity of your bladder control. I mean, to time it so perfectly that you all started, ahem, "changing colors" halfway through the parade route? That's teamwork, ladies!
But onto the official apology. I want to offer my most heartfelt – and let's face it, slightly gleeful – apologies for the unexpected turn our full-bladder parade dance took. I mean, who would've anticipated that combining a gallon of water, hours of dancing, and the slight nervousness of a public performance would result in such a cascade? Well, apart from every urologist ever.
You see, we value unity here. Unity in fun, unity in laughter, and now, as I see, unity in public pants-wetting as well. And don't we all feel a bit closer now? Sharing such a personal and slightly damp moment?
In all seriousness, you've all shown tremendous grace under pressure – bladder pressure, that is. You kept dancing, kept smiling, and didn't miss a beat even as your jeans started to feel a bit like a swimming pool. You are the embodiment of the saying: when the going gets tough, the tough keep dancing...even if they’re doing it in wet pants.
So here's to you, my brave and decidedly wet-at-the-knees sisters. May the memory of your dampened dignity dry faster than your clothes, and may you always remember this as the day you quite literally went with the flow in front of an entire parade.
Once again, I'm sorry – but also, I'm not. Let's face it, we'll be laughing about this for years to come. In the meantime, might I suggest investing in some waterproof pants for next year's parade? Just a thought.
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write a sarcastic appreciation speech by one of the pledges to the sorority leader following the parade
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Good afternoon, dear sisters,
I stand before you today to express my deepest, and might I add, most sincere appreciation to our fearless, and dare I say, ever-so-bladder-challenging sorority leader.
Ah, where to begin?
Let’s start with yesterday's parade. Who would've thought that a day full of sunshine, sisterhood, and spontaneous showers could be so much... fun? Yes, our beloved leader orchestrated an event that will go down in the annals of sorority history. An event that didn’t just leave a mark on our hearts, but also on our jeans.
It takes a special kind of genius to convert a simple parade into an unforgettable water dance, one where we were both the dancers and the water source! Thank you, dear leader, for opening our eyes to the many uses of denim, beyond fashion and into the realm of, well, moisture wicking.
And let’s not forget the unity. Yes, under your guidance, we discovered a bond stronger than mere friendship. A bond that emerges when you're dancing down the main street of town, laughing and leaking all the way.
The phrase "making a splash" has a whole new meaning for us now. And it's all thanks to you.
And in all honesty, who needs dignity when you have sisterhood, right? Why keep our pride when we can trade it for a slightly damp pair of jeans and a story that will live on long after we've graduated and gone our separate ways?
So, from the bottom of our hearts, and the bottoms of our slightly soggy jeans, we thank you. For turning us into a spectacle, a spectacle that truly embodied going with the flow.
Your leadership, as unorthodox as it may be, will always be remembered. And so, too, will the distinct aroma of Eau de Parade.
And as I conclude, I would like to propose a toast - to our esteemed leader, who managed to take the phrase "wet your pants" from fear-inducing to fun-inspiring. May we continue to learn, grow, and, yes, even leak a little, under your watchful eye. Cheers!
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write a follow-up apology speech from the sorority leader after a hypnosis session has led to pledges peeing their pants whenever they hear the codephrase "tinkle"
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Ladies, ladies,
First and foremost, let me commend you all on your excellent performance in the hypnosis session. I have to say, you've all embraced the spirit of the experiment with enthusiasm and, well, a remarkable capacity for suggestion.
But now, let's address the, um, damp elephant in the room. It appears that our little experiment had some rather...wet consequences. So here we are again, with me offering my most sincere, yet ever so chuckling, apologies for the unintended side effect of our group hypnosis.
To those who heard the code phrase "tinkle" and suddenly found themselves living a very literal interpretation, my deepest apologies. And to those who thought it was a clever prank and started using the code phrase at every opportunity - I apologize to you as well. Who knew that suggestion could be so powerfully persuasive, and so soggy?
I confess, I underestimated the power of the mind and the persuasiveness of the word "tinkle." I mean, it's such an innocent word, isn't it? Who'd have thought it could unleash such a...torrent?
That being said, we learned something valuable here. We've discovered the strength of our minds, and maybe the weakness of our bladders. We've found that even in the most uncomfortable situations, we can find humor, unity, and a new appreciation for waterproof clothing.
So, my brave and slightly damp sisters, keep your heads high and your bladder control higher. I promise, we'll work on a de-hypnotizing session soon. In the meantime, I would recommend avoiding wind chimes, small bells, and any song that involves the word "tinkle."
Again, I’m sorry, but let's be honest, we've all had a good laugh. Remember, in this sorority, we're not just about sisterhood, we're about shared experiences. And this is one experience that's definitely made a splash.
Stay strong, stay dry, and stay away from the word "tinkle", ladies. Until our next...adventure.
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write a sarcastic follow-up speech from the sorority leader after getting complaints that her last speech, and use of the word "tinkle" made many pledges pee in their pants during the announcement
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Dear Sisters,
Well, it appears we've found ourselves back in this damp place yet again, haven't we? And by that, I mean the metaphorical damp place, not the literal dampness you may currently be feeling.
Let's have a moment of silence for the untimely demise of dry pants, courtesy of a particularly suggestive codeword.
Firstly, allow me to express my sincerest - and yes, slightly snickering - apologies for the premature initiation of the 'Tinkle Effect' during my previous announcement. It seems, in my earnestness to address the issue, I only managed to...well, exacerbate it. Oh, the irony!
Who would have thought that a simple word, and a rather endearing one at that, could evoke such a physiological response? It's really quite impressive when you think about it.
That said, I’m here today to offer my apologies for what seems to have become the Great Tinkle Incident of 2023.
It's fascinating, really. We're living, breathing, damp evidence of the power of the subconscious mind. And even though I'd imagined our sorority making history, I must confess that this was not exactly the kind of splash I had in mind.
But ladies, let’s take a step back and look at the silver lining here - apart from the one forming around your pant lines. This is, without a doubt, a shared experience that will unite us forever. Who else can boast such a unique and moist form of sisterhood?
I must applaud your dedication and, might I add, your stellar bladder control - or lack thereof. So, while I work fervently on a solution to un-hypnotize you from the waterworks effect of the word...um...you know... let’s just say it rhymes with "sprinkle", let's keep our spirits high and our laughter louder.
And yes, my dear sisters, I am deeply, profoundly, and amusingly sorry for turning an ordinary speech into an unintentional water park. Please rest assured that I’ll make sure our next meeting does not involve any inadvertent usage of the T-word. Until then, I'd suggest investing in waterproof attire - it seems to be an emergent trend in our sorority.
Stay bold, stay brilliant, and for the love of dryness, stay away from anything that rhymes with... well, you know. Until our next adventure, ladies.
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write a follow-up apology letter after the sorority leader left a tape repeating the word "tinkle" play through the speaker at 2am in every room
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Dear Sisters,
Well, here we are again, addressing the perpetual rainfall within our sorority, and by that, I don't mean the weather outside.
Firstly, I offer you my deepest - and this time I mean it - apologies for the nocturnal deluge that was caused by our old friend the T-word. It seems, in my most earnest efforts to decondition the subconscious response, I ended up orchestrating a symphony of sprinkles.
I must admit, playing a recording of the T-word at 2 AM was not my best decision. I thought repetition might lessen its power. A kind of exposure therapy, if you will. But alas, instead of ending the storm, it seems I've only managed to bring about a midnight monsoon.
I understand that waking up in the wee hours of the morning to an unexpected bout of the T-effect was not only uncomfortable but also downright annoying. Believe me, I too am a victim of my own overzealous endeavors. Our noble quest to break the spell of the T-word has turned into a saga that not even the most imaginative fiction writer could have dreamed up.
That said, I do want to commend you all for weathering this storm, quite literally, with such grace and humor. It's times like these that prove the strength of our sisterhood, and it's your resilience that keeps us moving forward.
So, my slightly soggy sorority sisters, please accept this sincere, heartfelt, and somewhat embarrassed apology. I assure you, I am as eager as you are to dry out this situation once and for all.
Until then, I recommend you consider this a rare opportunity to perfect the art of napping in a raincoat, and remember: even in the midst of this nightly Niagara, we remain unshakeable, united, and, unfortunately, a little damp.
Let's look forward to drier days ahead. Until then, stay strong, stay patient, and please, stay dry.
Sincerely, [Your name]
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rewrite the last part and sprinkle in the word tinkle and sign it Becky
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So, my slightly soggy sorority sisters, I, Becky, must beg your forgiveness once again. I'm afraid my misjudgment has caused us all to revisit the nightly ballet of the T-word effect.
Remember, we're sisters, banded together not just by our shared dreams and ambitions, but by our shared experiences of the T-word. Our story is one for the ages, one where the word 'tinkle' became much more than a mere term. It became an event, a bonding experience, and a frequent, unwanted midnight surprise.
I assure you, as I wipe away my own laughter tears, I am just as keen as you are to end our 'tinkle' torment.
But until then, let's hold on to our laughter, our sisterhood, and perhaps a stock of absorbent towels. Let’s turn our 'tinkle' trials into triumph, the shared memories into our sorority’s legend. And yes, while we're at it, let's agree that investing in some waterproof sleepwear might not be such a bad idea after all.
So, as we ride this wave together, let's remember to laugh, to embrace the absurdity of it all, and to never let the fear of a 'tinkle' rain on our parade.
Here’s to drier days and quieter nights ahead. Until then, stay strong, stay patient, and for the love of dryness, stay clear of the T-word.
With heartfelt apologies and hope for a drier future,
Becky
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what are other activities that becky could use to bond the pledges of the sorority in wet pants embarassment overcoming?
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'Embrace the Splash' Yoga Sessions: Nothing says unity like some group exercise. Becky could arrange special yoga classes where all the participants wear waterproof yoga pants and occasionally, in a fun twist, a trigger word could be called out. This would be a humorous yet therapeutic way to handle the situation and would aid in building resilience.
Wet Pants Fashion Show: Becky could organize a fashion show where pledges model waterproof outfits. This would provide a light-hearted way of embracing their predicament while also demonstrating that style knows no bounds.
Water Balloon Dodgeball: Organizing an outdoor water balloon dodgeball game could make for a fun event. The added twist? Waterproof attire is a must. This would promote camaraderie and teamwork while also offering a chance to get used to wet clothes in a fun, non-stressful setting.
Pee-your-Pants Movie Night: A movie night with funny movies guaranteed to make the pledges laugh so hard they...well, you know. This would create an environment where everyone is in the same (wet) boat, reducing feelings of embarrassment.
Water Park Outing: A trip to a local water park would be another great opportunity for the sisters to bond, where everyone would be expected to get wet, and the pledges' wet pants would just blend in.
Public Speaking 'Tinkle' Triggers: Becky could organize a public speaking event, during which random 'tinkle' triggers are thrown into the mix. The exercise would help the pledges become comfortable with the unexpected and learn to laugh at themselves.
Remember, the goal of these activities is to create a safe, supportive environment where the pledges can become comfortable with their predicament, reduce their embarrassment, and build strong bonds of friendship and sisterhood.
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write a sarcastic apology speech containing the word tinkle by Becky after an 'Embrace the Splash' Yoga session in the public park
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Dear Sisters,
Well, here we are again. I bet when you signed up for a sorority, you didn't expect this level of... moisture. The 'Embrace the Splash' Yoga session in the park was quite a spectacle, wasn't it?
Yes, I did promise you a bonding experience. Yes, I did mention yoga. And yes, the word 'splash' was indeed in the event title. What I didn't mention was that the 'splash' was not referring to a water balloon fight, or a sudden rainstorm, but our own little, personal 'tinkle' induced showers.
I must say, you all handled it with the grace of a swan on a slip-n-slide. It was a thing of beauty, really, to see all of you transitioning from downward dog into 'upward stream'. I would also like to extend a special thank you to the park birds who provided us with a much-needed distraction by quickly vacating the premises - their aerial acrobatics were truly something to behold.
In all seriousness, though, I apologize for the unexpected 'tinkle' triggers during our tranquil yoga time. I was hoping for sun salutations, not sudden salutations of the urinary variety. It's safe to say that our yoga session created more waves than a ripple in a pond.
So, I extend my deepest apologies for turning our public park yoga session into what can only be described as a very localized, very personal rain shower. I also offer my sincerest gratitude for your understanding, your patience, and, of course, your wonderful 'splash' dance routines.
As we continue our journey of sisterhood, laughter, and occasional 'tinkles', let's remember that every cloud has a silver lining. And our cloud? Well, it's more like a warm drizzle, really.
Here's to drier days and a future filled with less public waterworks. Until then, remember, life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to do yoga in the rain, and occasionally in a puddle of your own making.
Forever 'tinkling' together,
Becky
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write a debate moderated by Becky between the Pro-Tinkle Freedom of Speech side and the Anti-T-Word Alliance who want to ban the T-Word and avoid saying it except by accident
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Becky, your moderator for this grand and rather... damp... debate. Today, we welcome representatives from the Pro-Tinkle Freedom of Speech and the Anti-T-Word Alliance. We gather to discuss a topic that’s soaked, quite literally, into the very fabric of our sorority experience: the usage of the T-word.
Representing the Pro-Tinkle Freedom of Speech side, we have Jennifer. Jennifer's argument is that the word 'tinkle' is not just a trigger phrase but a symbol of our resilience, our shared hilarity, and our communal bond. She asserts that the T-word is a testament to our sisterhood, a reminder of our shared laughter, and argues for its continued use as a celebration of our ability to face embarrassment head-on, turning it into a source of amusement.
On the other side, representing the Anti-T-Word Alliance, we have Rachel. Rachel stands firm in her belief that the T-word, while initially a source of amusement, has evolved into a public inconvenience. She supports the banning of the T-word, advocating for a drier, less 'tinkle'-triggered future. Her argument is rooted in dignity, decorum, and a profound desire to avoid turning public parks into personal wetlands.
Now, to Jennifer, the T-word isn’t just a phrase; it's our legacy, our shared secret. She argues that removing the word from our lexicon is akin to denying our shared experiences. In essence, she sees 'tinkling' as a sort of battle scar, a token of our shared laughter, and our remarkable resilience in the face of the absurd.
Rachel, however, raises a point about the practical implications of the T-word. She brings up incidents like the yoga session in the park, the surprise sprinklers at the library, and the wet spot on the dance floor during our formal. Rachel asks, "Can we not find other, drier ways to express our sisterhood?"
Tonight, we will discuss, debate, and decide the future of the T-word in our sisterhood. Will 'tinkle' continue to be our rallying cry, our badge of absurd honor, or will we embark on a journey towards a drier, less trigger-happy future? The decision rests in your hands, my lovely, occasionally damp, sisters.
And now, let the debate begin! Just remember, ladies, we're here to promote understanding, not urinary urgency. Good luck, and may the best argument hold water!
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write a 10 question debate round between Rachel and Jennifer in which Jennifer uses the word tinke repeatedly
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Becky: Alright, let's begin the debate. Question 1 to Rachel - "Why do you believe the T-word has become a nuisance rather than a symbol of unity?"
Rachel: Well, Becky, while it started as a humorous gesture of unity, I believe the 'tinkle' incidents have escalated to a point of discomfort. When our sorority sisters can't go to a public event without the fear of unexpected 'tinkling', it's no longer funny, it's a hindrance.
Becky: Jennifer, your response?
Jennifer: Rachel, I hear your concerns, but the 'tinkle' incidents have always been about embracing awkwardness and turning it into laughter. Remember the yoga session in the park? Despite the unexpected 'tinkle' showers, we ended up laughing together, right? The T-word is about shared resilience.
Becky: Question 2 to Jennifer - "Do you not think there's a line between funny and embarrassing?"
Jennifer: Becky, of course, there is a line. But in this sisterhood, we blur that line for a reason. We 'tinkle', we laugh, and we move on. It's about bonding through the unexpected, like a sudden 'tinkle' during a formal dinner.
Becky: Question 3 to Rachel - "Don't you think banning a word gives it more power?"
Rachel: Becky, I think we need to distinguish between censoring and choosing to foster a more comfortable environment. The T-word, in our context, causes literal discomfort. It's not about the power of the word; it's about the power of our choices. |
Tinkle Gala to get Rachel a new bed
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write an invitation from Jennifer to Rachel, inviting Rachel to the "Fund A New Bed For Rachel Beause She Tinkled in it too much Tinkle-Gala" to replace Rachel's bed after she finished the bet
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Dear Rachel,
I hope this letter finds you in high spirits, or at the very least, in drier circumstances.
After witnessing your commitment to the 'tinkle' cause over the past week, I feel inspired to give back. So, it gives me great pleasure to extend an invitation to you for a very special event: the "Fund A New Bed For Rachel Because She Tinkled In It Too Much Tinkle-Gala".
Now, I know what you're thinking - "a gala for a bed, really, Jennifer?" But hear me out. Your faithful followers, all 10,000 of them, have witnessed your nightly ‘tinkle’ journey and they, like me, want to do their part. And what better way to show our solidarity than by banding together to provide you with a brand new, 'tinkle'-free bed?
The Tinkle-Gala will be an evening filled with laughter, love, and a whole lot of ‘tinkle’ references. We've even managed to secure a sponsor for the event - the esteemed "Waterfall Mattress Company", who are known for their line of ‘tinkle’-proof mattresses. They loved our 'tinkle' spirit and are thrilled to be a part of the gala.
Moreover, as a surprise, I will be auctioning off a unique piece of memorabilia from our 'tinkle' journey. I won't spoil the surprise, but let's just say it's something that holds a 'wet' place in both of our hearts.
The gala will take place next Saturday, at 7 pm in our university auditorium. Dress code: 'tinkle' chic. I can't wait to see you there, Rachel, and to continue our shared 'tinkle' journey.
Remember, it's all for a good cause, a dry night's sleep for our brave 'tinkle' soldier. Looking forward to seeing you there!
Tinkle-tastically Yours,
Jennifer
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write a roast of Rachel by Jennifer at the Gala using the word tinkle, and referencing the growing wet pat in Rachel's beige dress pants during the roast, ending with inviting Rachel up to say a few words
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can I have your attention please? Our guest of honor tonight, dear Rachel, is not just any girl. She’s someone who’s not afraid to make a splash. Or should I say... a 'tinkle'?
Remember when we started this 'tinkle' saga? Some might say we were just wet behind the ears, but Rachel, oh Rachel, she took that quite literally. And look at us now, throwing a gala in honor of her resilience and the good-natured battle we’ve been through together.
Now, I’m not saying Rachel is dedicated to the cause, but I think her pants might disagree. Is that a growing wet patch I see, Rachel? I swear, she's more reliable than Old Faithful!
Rachel is the only person I know who would take 'tinkle chic' so literally. I mean, just look at her in those beige dress pants. Not everyone can pull off the 'just peed myself' look with such grace. But Rachel, she manages to make it... dare I say it, fashionable?
Don't be embarrassed, Rachel! We're all friends here. This is a safe space for those of us who have been victimized by the word 'tinkle'. And by 'us', I mean mostly you.
But in all seriousness, let’s take a moment to appreciate Rachel's courage. She's not just a girl who likes to make a splash - she's a girl who isn't afraid to swim against the current. To do things differently. To... 'tinkle' in the face of adversity.
So, ladies and gentlemen, let's have a round of applause for our 'tinkle' Queen, the one and only, Rachel. Rachel, why don’t you come up here and say a few words. And remember, no pressure. We're all friends here. Just try not to... you know, tinkle in excitement!
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write a sarcastic acceptance speech by Rachel roasting Jennifer for her bedwetting, and starting with "Well, I tinkle whenever I hear it, as you can see here" and points down to her wet crotch to the laughter of the audience
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"Wow, thank you, Jennifer, for that...heartwarming introduction. I do feel so warm right now. Can you see the warmth radiating off me?"
As the crowd roars with laughter, I continue, pointing downwards, "Well, I tinkle whenever I hear it, as you can see here."
"But seriously, it's not always easy being the Tinkle Queen, especially with Jennifer around. I mean, we all know she's an expert in this field. How many nights in a row was it, Jennifer? That you slept in your damp little nightie? Let's just say you could've grown rice in your bed with how flooded it was. And wasn't it fun when you ran out of dry sheets? It was like a never-ending water park, wasn't it?
But let's be fair, Jennifer deserves some credit. After all, she's always been so supportive of my new 'fashion statement'. She's practically my number one fan. Or should I say my number one... tinkle fan?
Jennifer, the next time we engage in one of our little contests, remember the cautionary tale of Icarus. You flew too close to the sun, my dear. Or, in our case, you tinkled too close to the wind. And let's just say it hasn't been very dry since then.
But all in all, I wouldn't have it any other way. So here's to Jennifer, the only friend who's willing to go toe-to-toe, or shall we say, bladder-to-bladder with me, even when things get a little... damp. Cheers, everyone!"
And with that, the crowd erupts in laughter and applause, as I raise my glass to Jennifer, the toast of the evening, and a true partner in 'tinkle' crime. |
NOTE: All characters are aged up to a respective 18+ age range.
PLOT: Hunter has trauma from staying in the emperors coven, always having to hold in his urine for long periods of time, when he got transported to the human realm, alongside the others, he is too scared to even ask to use the toilet, even during a 5 hour road trip.
SPOILERS: I’m sure every TOH fan has seen this episode, but this has tiny spoilers for Thanks To Them.
WARNINGS: no warnings are really here, but there’s one brief mention of genitals. So keep that in mind.
Hunter woke up in the Noceda house, as him and his friends have been there for Atleast a week now. He rubbed his eyes as he looked down at the mattress, where Gus sleeps, but surprisingly he wasn’t there. He quickly went up the stairs away from the basement when he had finished dressing up, realising everyone had already gone to the dinner table.
“Wow, you’re a fast sleeper!” Luz said with a chuckle, as Hunter giggled Aswell.
{Time skip 2 hours}
Hunter had gulped down 3 fruit punch cups, as he usually drank alot in the morning. He was currently chilling on the couch, watching The Good Witch Azura 3, The Battle Of The Swords. He wasn’t paying much attention, as he only wanted to keep Amity and Luz company. Suddenly, he felt a familiar tingle in his lower abdomen, he knew he needed to pee, but he just shrugged it off. “Eh, I can hold it.” He thought. Which was totally wrong.
Just then, Camilla, Luz’s mom entered the room.
”Alright guys, Luz has requested we go to AzuraLand, Which is 5 hours away, to those who wanna tag along, meet me in the car!” She said as she smiled at Luz, who jumped over to put on her shoes, Amity following along. Vee, Gus and Willow were already ready, so they got outside into the car. Hunter shifted from side to side, as he felt a wave of desperation, Amity noticed him, as she knew what this meant, having to live with a controlling mother back home, and having to hold in her own urine. “Hey, Hunter, do you need the bathroom by any chance?” She asked, tying her shoes in the meantime. This caught Hunter offguard, as he shook his head no. “Bathroom? This old chap? No way!” He said, in a nervous tone. Amity just shrugged, finishing tying her shoes as she walked outside into the car, saving a seat for her awesome girlfriend Luz.
Hunter sat down to put on his shoes, as he squirmed in place meanwhile, Luz looked at him before she walked out “Hunter, are you sure you don’t need the toilet?” She asked, noticing his squirming. “Me? Toilet? D-don’t worry I’m ok!” He said with a nervous giggle. “Alright, if you say so, you can always tell Mami if you change your mind.” Luz said with a smirk, knowing that Hunter was indeed lying to her. Hunter got into the car, he sat by the window seat next to Amity and Luz, in the way back were Willow and Gus, Vee was in the front with Camilla. And off they set, to AzuraLand, which would take 5 whole hours.
after 10 minutes, Hunter had started to squirm in place, shaking his leg, looking out the window to try and take his mind off of his need. Suddenly, he heard a loud slurping sound from the back, he turned his head, facing the backseat, as he noticed Willow drinking some Fanta. “Oh, I’m sorry Hunter, did you want some?” She asked him in a kind tone of voice, blushing a bit. Hunter shook his head no. “Oh no, I was just uhhh.. looking for this!” He said as he pulled up a old hair tie that was in between the seats, Willow looked At him confused, but just ignored it.
30 minutes in, and it was crystal clear that Hunter needed to pee. Camilla looked at the car window as she usually did every 10 or so minutes to check up on them, she noticed Hunter squirming in the seat. “Hunter? Are you okay?” She asked him, in a rather motherly tone. Hunter looked up in Embarrasment. “Uhh.., yeah I’m fine! It’s just, pretty cold here is all!” He said with a stupid look, as Camilla just rolled her eyes and smiled. Amity was aware of this and noticed Hunters dilemma, as she noticed him starting to fidget, but she decided to not say anything about it. “If he doesn’t wanna go, then that’s his choice.” She thought, as she looked at him once more, as he had a desperate look on his face.
An hour later, Hunter had become more desperate, basically crossing and uncrossing his legs over and over, after a bit, Luz woke up, as she had been asleep for the past minutes, as she grabbed her crotch, and reached her hand out to poke Camilla.
“Mama, I need the bathroom.” She said, as she wiggled, Amity chuckled at this, as Camilla made a signal to turn to the gas station, as everyone got out of the car, either to use the bathroom, or buy drinks and snacks. Hunter noticed Luz’s little pee situation, which made him wanna go even more, when he entered the gas station, he took one look at the bathroom stalls, he wanted to go, but was suddenly pulled away by Willow. “Hunter! You have to try this juice! It’s so good! Luz introduced me to it.” Willow said, as she pointed at the carrot juice can, which made Hunter whine, as he really needed to go. Willow looked at him with confusion “what? Don’t like carrots?” She asked with a giggle, as Hunter blushed from both adorableness and desperation. “Oh, I do! I Just uhh., remembered a very embarrassing uhh… story?” He said, trying his best with the excuse. Willow just laughed and they both went to the cash register and they both bought a separate can for both of them, Hunter knew this wasn’t a good idea, but what’s the worst that could happen?
An hour and 30 minutes later, Hunter had finished the whole can, he still felt desperate, but it wasn’t as bad, it was just the same as it was earlier. He quickly took a short nap, suddenly being awoken 3 minutes later from a speed bump, which made him leak a drop, as he quickly grabbed his crotch to stop it, luckily it was just a size of a single rice grain in his boxers. Vee quickly looked from the frontseat, noticing this, as she poked Camilla and pointed at Hunter, which made Camilla look At the car mirror. “Hunter, do you need to use the bathroom?” She asked in a serious tone. To which Hunter shook his head no. He was scared, he didn’t want to be told “hold it in Hunter. You’re such a baby.” Again. “I’m okay! It’s all good! I had to fix my pants, that’s all!” He said nervously. As Luz just shook her head teasingly at him.
about 2 hours in, the juice started to kick in. Hunter was now squirming and whining, sweating a bit aswell, he had gotten desperate, it was starting to hurt, feeling like you were stepping on legos, but it’s your bladder. All of a sudden, Ghost, Amity’s Palisman, suddenly got off of the staff, Amity looked glad to see her cat as she cooed “Awh, did you wanna join in on the trip too?” She asked, as Ghost quickly jumped from Amity’s arms, onto Hunters groin, stepping on his bladder. Which made Hunter yelp. “Eek!” He yelped out as Ghost purred up against him, laying down on his stomach, on his bladder, this put more pressure on Hunters need, and he felt like he was close to leaking. “Ghost, get off of him!” Amity said, as she picked ghost up, and put her in her arms. As Amity looked at Hunter with a grin.
about 2 hours and 40 minutes later, Hunters need was At a 98%, he could barely hold it. His bladder felt like it had pins and pricks in it. The car hit another speed bump, which made Hunter grab his crotch again and whine “Ngh! Ah!” He yelped. As his whines turned into sobs, Gus noticed this from the way back, poking Luz as a signal. “Mama, Hunter needs to use the bathroom.” She abruptly said, which made Hunter Shake his head no “Ah- I don-dont!” He said, squirming in place. Despite Hunters pleads and complaints, Camilla made a turn to a gas station that was near, the shop was closed, but the bathroom was opened, Camilla parked the car, quickly getting out. “I c-can’t, im not g-gonna…” he said as he whined. “You will.” Willow said seriously, as Luz opened the car door, as Amity held Hunters other arm, pulling him out. “I’m not g-going to! I n-need to h-hold it!” He said demandingly, “Dear, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep holding it in.” Camilla said sweetly. “Hunter, you’re safe now, no one will hurt you while we’re here. Now just go and relieve yourself, okay hun?” Willow said smiling, “Buh- but I!-“ Hunter tried to make everyone forget, his hands jammed into his crotch.
”you know what, go to the toilet.” Amity said as she willingly shoved Hunter into the stall and closed the door. “That’s what we did to kids who didn’t wanna use the potty when I worked at the library.” Amity said with a chuckle, as she was just joking. Luz giggled at her girlfriends statement. As Willow leaned by the door of the bathroom stall and knocked. “Hunter, you can pee now, it’s ok, we won’t get mad.” She said reassuringly.
Meanwhile in the stall, Hunter stood nervously next to the toilet as he heard Willows voice, as he decided to just do it. He needs to fucking pee. Hunter doesn’t usually like holding his dick while he pees, so he just sits down, it’s comfier anyways. As he pulled his jeans and boxers down in a hurry, as he quickly sat down on the toilet, as a loud, gush of urine spilled out as he sighed in relief, holding onto the toilet paper roll holder while panting, the stream quickly became harder and louder, as Hunter had been holding it in since the morning. Willow stood by the stall as she smiled, hearing Hunters sighs of relief in between, as the others patiently waited for him, as Amity giggled about the situation. “You know, I knew from the very start he needed to go.” She said chuckling, which received a fair amount of laughter from everyone.
after about 2 minutes, Hunters stream died down, as he leaned onto the toilet “Ohhhh geee…” he said in relief, before quickly wiping, flushing, washing and stuff you do after you use the toilet. He got out of the stall, looking better than before. “Feeling better now, dear?” Camilla asked gently, whic received a nod from Hunter. “Wayyyy better now! Thanks for being you know, not mad about this?” He said. “Why wouldnt we? We arent coocoo in the loocoo like that Belos.” Gus said laughing. “Now, does anyone need the bathroom before we set off again?” Camilla asked, which Willow blushed in embarrassment, doing a tiny potty dance. “Fantas not a good option during road trips Willow!” She said as she hobbled to the stall, which received a laugh from Hunter.
The End! Let me know if ya want more!
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Characters:
Evelyn (Female)
POV: Olivia (Transfemme)
I don't really have any experience writing stories like this, so hopefully I didn't do to bad. Hope you enjoy. 🙂
Me and Evelyn came into our house.
We had been out shopping, and the traffic on the way home was really bad, so I really had to pee.
I was walking to the bathroom, but Evelyn stopped me.
E: "Where do you think you're going?"
O: "Come on Eve, I don't have time for this, I gotta pee"
E: "Yeah, that's not happening, sorry babe."
O: "huh?"
E: "You don't think I saw you sneak that chocolate bar in my bag earlier."
O: "Fine, I'll pay you, just please move."
E: "I don't think so. You've been a bad girl. You'll need to be punished."
At this point I was bouncing up and down on the spot, just trying not to leak. Evelyn led me into our bedroom and got something out of a draw. A pair of handcuffs.
O: "W-what are you doing?"
She put me in the handcuffs.
O: "Hey! Wha-"
She then attached the handcuffs to the bed post. I squirmed on the floor.
E: "You'll have to stay here until you've learned your lesson."
O: "Ok, this is kinda hot, but can we at least wait until I've gone to the bathroom, I'm dying over here!"
E: "That's part of you're punishment, Via. I'll be back soon."
I watched her as she left the room and put the handcuff keys on the kitchen counter.
"Fuck!" I whispered to myself. I desperately wanted to hold myself, but my hands were tied to the bed. I was wearing a t-shirt and light blue jeans, which I did not want to piss in.
After what felt like an hour, Evelyn came back in.
E: "How you doing babe?"
O: "Eve, pleeeaaase let me go, I've learned my lesson, I promise!"
E: "Hmm... I dunno."
I felt a warm spurt of pee leak out of me. I moaned quietly and squeezed my legs together.
O: "mmm, fuck~"
My bladder was in a ton of pain, but somehow, I felt a smile creep across my face.
E: "Oh, you naughty girl. Are you starting to enjoy this?"
I blushed hard.
"N-no! Off course not!"
E: "Maybe I'll leave you here for a little longer."
O: "No! You can not leave me here"
E: "Ugh, fine. I guess I'll free one of your hands."
She unlocked the hand cuffs so that only my left was tied up.
My hand immediately rushed to my crotched and gripped myself, squeezing my legs together. I softly moaned as I rubbed myself through my already damp jeans.
E: "Oh, you're loving this aren't you."
I tried to object, but I couldn't help but moan even louder. She opened a drawer and took out a vibrator.
E: "I'm gonna go get some gas for the car."
She tossed me the vibrator.
E: "Have fun you little piss slut~"
My bladder felt like it was about to burst. Part of me wanted to just let it all out, but the other was starting to enjoy this.
I continued to rub myself through my clothes.
I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. I hadn't had any use for these before I started hrt, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I turned it on, and started to gently rub myself with it.
I immediately let out a loud moan. I was really starting to enjoy myself now.
I turned the level up to max, and started squirming on the floor, from both desperation, and horniness.
After about five minutes, Evelyn got home. As she walked in, I jumped up, my face fully red at the fact that she was seeing me like this.
E: "Well well well. Look at you now"
She sat down on the floor next to me and took the vibrator.
E: "How about I help you out."
After about 20 seconds I felt like I was about to cum and piss myself at the same time.
O: "mmph... ah fuck!"
E: "Yeah, you liking that Liv?
O: "F- fuck yes!"
After about a minute I started to climax. I grinded against the vibrator, and eventually I came, moaning, breathing heavily, and still desperate to pee.
All the pressure was building up, and I felt a spurt of hot piss spray out of my dick and make a noticeable wet spot on my jeans.
E: "Uh oh, did you just wet yourself Via? Hmm, maybe you need some help."
She placed her hand over my bladder, and gave it a hard push.
O: "Ah- Fuck, Ev-"
I finally relaxed as what looked like a litre of hot golden piss streamed out of me, soaking my pants.
I panted as I laid down in the huge puddle of pee I just made.
E: "So, you ready to be a good girl now?"
I took a deep breath. All I could do now was smile from the relief of letting out an oceans worth of pee out of my tired bladder.
O: "mhm..." I sighed.
Evelyn bent down and kissed my cheek.
E: "You go take a shower, I'll clean this up."
She took the handcuffs off, and I stood up.
She looked at me and laughed.
O: "What?"
E: "Nothing, I just think you look cute."
I stared down at the floor.
E: "Oh my god, your face is so red right now."
O: "I- I-"
E: "You go clean yourself up."
I walked up to her and continued to look down
O: "I- Um... Can we..."
E: "What's up, hon?"
O: "Can we like... do this again sometime?"
E: "Yeah, definitely. Nothing hotter than seeing my cute girlfriend desperate."
O: "Oh, uh- c- cool."
I stripped my soaking wet jeans off and got in the shower.
I leaned against the all as I let the last bit off pee out.
All I could think about was that I couldn't wait to do this again. |
Smut warning!!! (If this isn't your thing, skip from "Outside the chaos..." to "Malia approached the.." and skip from "Back in the living room..." to "In the bedroom".)
Malia was in the middle of call of duty wearing nothing but a bra and panties, when suddenly her boyfriend, Luke, walked in with a large glass of water and snacks for her.
"Here you are, babe!" He placed the plate and cup on the desk, the left side of Malia.
"Thank you, baby." She thanked him, her eyes glued to the screen.
Luke smirked as he walked away. After he left the room, he perched a chair against the door handle, locking his beloved in her room. He liked to watch Malia desperate whilst she was gaming and never really got to see the results, so he took matters into his own hands with a locked door and a large glass of water. After his sneaky endeavours, he opened up his security app on his phone and watched his beautiful girlfriend from the camera he had placed in their room.
Minutes went by and Malia had drank almost every drop of her water in one go, making her bladder fill up as quickly as it could go. She began to fidget in her chair with subtle hip wiggles and thigh squeezes, her pussy pulsating in between them. Her face winced under the pressure of her bladder, the concentration she had on her game started directing to her full bladder. With much difficulty, Malia propped her legs onto the seat with her, pressing her right heel against her piss hole until the wave of desperation subsided. She eventually went back to her subtle hip wiggles, her legs fanning in and out slowly.
Soon enough, her desperation had grown to an urgent level, making her subtle movements over the top. Malia bucked her hips up in 3 second intervals, her gameplay becoming much more adequate than before so she could place a single hand in her crotch for a tight squeeze. After every squeeze, Malia swapped hands so she could use her keyboard and mouse, although her technique became useless as her pussy's squeezes had to be a permanent option.
"Oohh fuck I'm gonna need to pause real quick." With a mash of a button, Malia directed her hands to her crotch, holding onto her pulsating vulva with much force. She could almost feel the piss slowly sloshing around and crashing against her urethra, the pressure sent shivers down her spine. With her head pushed against her seat and her ass sat down, she began fanning her legs in and out with much higher speeds, her hands still doing most of the work.
Outside of the chaos was Luke watching Malia's bladder trouble from the living room, one hand on his large, wet member. He moaned quietly as his hand slid up and down his shaft, sending quiet, pleasurable feelings to his stomach. Watching his beautiful girlfriend squirming and bouncing in her gaming chair was all he wanted to see, but he could never tell her what he thought about it. More quiet groans and moans left Luke's mouth as he watched Malia get out of her seat and pace around the room with both hands in her crotch.
Malia approached the bedroom door, releasing one hand from her tight pussy grasp to try the door handle, but to no avail. She tried again and again before hitting the door in anger and walking back to the middle of her room, whimpering and moaning under her breath. She looked around her room for any solutions but nothing popped out at her, sending a nervous shiver down her spine. With no shame in the world, Malia bounced around like a crazy person, her hands still gripping her vulva with the tightest squeeze imaginable.
"Fuck, this hurts, oh my god." Malia whisper-screamed to herself, twisting her legs into a pretzel with her hands squeezed between them. She lowered her body down before snapping back up into a panicked pace around her room. With no hesitation, a singular squirt of piss streamed into Malia's panties, making her panic even more. She jogged on the spot, moaning loudly and cussing aloud.
Back in the living room was Luke, almost at his orgasm. He couldn't help but almost feel bad for his girlfriend as she was in pain, pacing around their room with tears brimming her eyes and whimpers leaving her mouth, but his pleasure took over his entire body and thoughts. Luke's dick throbbed under his rapid hand, a smile spreading across his face as he felt an inevitable orgasm creep up on him. His hand slid up and down his soaked member with speed, twitches and throbs every second. With a few more pumps of his cock, Luke let go, swinging his head back in pleasure. His cum squirted in thick sheets of white, falling and dripping on his juicy dick. Luke giggled to himself quietly as he relaxed into the sofa, breathing slower and slower as he calmed himself down. Eventually, with his clothes back on, he slowly walked back to the bedroom, removing the chair from the door and knocking on it.
"Babe! Sorry, I was meaning to fix the...jam...uh are you okay?" Luke chuckled, but nothing was heard from the other side of the door.
In the bedroom, Malia was sat in her gaming chair, sweating and convulsing as she tightly gripped her pussy to stop her uncontrollable leaks. She could only whimper and moan, her head pressed against the headrest of her chair. As Luke entered the room, he gasped, shocked at what condition he had left Malia in.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry! Let me help yo-"
"N-no. I'm just...g-gonna go." Malia whimpered, disappointed with herself as she realised she could only wee on the floor. After she bounced her bum up and down on the chair to temporarily hold back her piss, she scrambled to pull her panties to one side, peeing before she could. Luke watched her golden stream jet out of her shiny pussy, her body twitches calming down. Malia's contorted face relaxed as she heard the loud hissing of her desperate stream pitter patter on the carpet beneath her.
"I'll go get the carpet cleaner." Luke chuckled, leaving Malia with her thoughts and unfinished stream.
A lot of fun in the bedroom and a well deserved shower was had afterwards 😉 |
A Routine Patrol
New York City. The city where somehow supervillains always reside. And also home to a girl named Lunella Lafayette. While Lunella may appear as an ordinary (albeit brilliant) teenager to most people during the day, at night she becomes the superhero known as Moon Girl who fights crime with her sidekick Devil Dinosaur.
Tonight was a routine patrol, with Lunella and D.D. roaming the streets, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. At the same time, Lunella’s best friend (slash social media manager) Casey Calderon desperately tried to keep up with her, as it was her job to take pictures of Moon Girl in action.
Moon Girl used her jetpack to boost up to a nearby building and sent out a ping that scanned the streets for signs of life. While the scan went through, she shuffled her feet slightly. Her bladder was sending signals to her brain. “Ugh. Stupid human needs.” She thought sarcastically.
“Rawah Ruh?” Devil called to her from the street below.
“Huh? Oh no, I’m fine D.D! I just really need to find a way to make the scanning process faster.” Lunella’s helmet let out a “ding” sound effect, indicating that it was finished. “And there it is.” She smirked.
She scoped out the nearby signs of life for anything suspicious. A guy repairing his car? Nope. Some couple making out? Double nope. Two figures struggling in a dark alleyway? Jackpot.
“Spotted something! Casey, Devil, on me!”
“Got it!” Casey said through the comm, while D.D. let out a grunt of approval.
Lunella reactivated her jetpack and flew down to the alleyway, where she indeed saw a man struggling to take a purse from a woman. “Hey, buddy!” The man quickly turned around with a panicked look on his face. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you that this was Moon Girl territory?” The man swiftly turned the other way and ran. “Yeah, I don’t think so, buddy.” Devil Dinosaur put his tail in front of the man, causing him to crash into it. The man fell to the ground, and Devil hit him while he was down, causing him to be knocked out.
She tied him up and went up to the woman who was being robbed. “Are you alright, ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m alright. Thank you for saving me, Moon Girl, I thought I was gonna lose my stuff for sure!”
“It’s no problem, happy to heAAALLP!” Lunella squeezed her legs together, her bladder’s signals coming back with a vengeance, reminding her of its needs.
“Are you okay?” The woman asked, eyeing Lunella strangely.
“Yeah, I’m okay, I just gotta… be somewhere! Cya!” She blasted off into the sky, and onto a nearby rooftop. After the woman walked off, she flew back down to where Casey was recording.
“Great job, girl! That guy looked like he was about to wet himself!”
“Haha, yeah.” Lunella said with low energy while lightly crossing her legs. She really didn’t need to hear this right now.
“And uh, and from the looks of things, so are you.” Casey added, looking down at Lunella’s legs.
“Ugh, am I that obvious?” She squeezed her legs together harder now that Casey knows.
“Rarck Rargh?” Devil Dinosaur asked.
“Yeah, it may be time for a potty break, but…” She looked down the street. “It’s still early into the night. How about after we stop one more crime?”
“Are you sure you can hold it?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about it!”
“If you say so, L,” Casey said, unconvinced. “Just be careful, okay?”
“Mmh-Hmm.” Lunella replied nonchalantly, before blasting off into the sky again and hopping on Devil.
“Alright, D.D., off to another area!”
“Haruh Rargh?”
“My god, you two, I'm not five years old. I'll be fine.”
Devil Dinosaur shrugged and started running down the street, startling Lunella (much to her bladder’s dismay). Once they got a decent distance away, she put out another scan and checked the area. She had a look around and tried to find more nearby crimes. Through a building, she saw a thermal reading of a human going at dangerous levels of speed.
“Yo, D.D.! We got a speeder on the other side of that building!” She said quickly, pointing to the building. “You go around and try to cut them off, I’ll go over!”
Devil nodded and Lunella blasted off onto the building and ran across the roof. She looked at the street on the other side and groaned at what she saw. It was Rocking Rudy, the only villain who has escaped her and Devil every time. But that’s about to end.
“RUDY!” Lunella dropped down to the streets below and used her jetpack to chase after the car he was riding.
“Can’t stop me Moon Girl~!” Rudy said in his usual cocky tone, looking back at her. However, looking back around, he was shocked to see Devil Dinosaur charging towards him. “I don’t think so!!” He hit the brakes on the car and started to reverse. Lunella was going too fast and her lower body hit the car, causing her to spin out of control, hitting Devil and knocking him over. As the impact happened, she could feel her bladder failing for a few seconds, causing her to leak.
“Rockin’ Rudy is rolling ooooouuuttt!” Rudy sang as he drove away.
“Ughhhhh! We lost him AGAIN!”
“Rawuh Rawr Rah!” Devil shouted in frustration. He looked down and saw Lunella squirming. “Raw?” He questioned.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s time for a break.” She got up and looked behind her, seeing Casey frantically trying to catch up with Devil. “I-” She puffed. “Did… did I miss it?”
“Yeah, but it’s probably for the best, we got our butts kicked.”
“Oof. Rockin’ Rudy again?.”
“Yup. Anyways, I should probably-”
Suddenly, an alert appeared on her helmet’s heads-up display.
“ALERT! FEDERAL RESERVE BANK BEING ROBBED!”
“Crap! The Federal Reserve is being robbed! It looks like the break is going to have to wait.”
“Frouh?” Devil asked.
“I’ll be fine. C’mon, let's go.”
Lunella and Casey quickly hopped on Devil Dinosaur and rode off. As they raced through the streets, she rocked around, causing her to shudder. Eventually, the trio reached the bank and headed in.
Inside the bank, many hostages were laying scared in the corner. Behind the counter, there were four men. One, who was wearing a white mask and looked like he was leading the bunch. The second one was big and muscular, wearing a yellow shirt. The third one was a man in an old-fashioned cyan suit holding a lasso. The fourth was a skinny guy dressed in purple and holding a pistol.
Lunella wasted no time attacking the criminals, jetpacking into the group, and attempting to punch one of them with her boxing glove. However, the cowboy one wrapped his lasso and threw it around her, tossing her against a wall, causing her to leak again.
“So boys,” The one in the mask said with a gruff voice. “Looks like Moon Girl has come for little old us.” He walked towards her intimidatingly. Seeing her squirm around, he smirked under his mask. “What’s the matter, Moon Girl? Nervous?”
“Nope!” She kicked his legs, knocking him over. “I just have better things to do than beat up you suckers!” She threw a small device on top of him, which exploded into a ton of pink gum, sticking him to the ground. He growled. “Get her, Enforcers!”
The one in purple took a shot at Lunella. Seeing him about to shoot, she quickly dodged out of the way and threw another gum grenade at him, covering his gun and knocking him into a counter. The buff guy quickly approached her and went in for a punch. Lunella crouched and went under his legs. She saw the cowboy preparing for another attack with the lasso. As soon as she saw him throw it, she launched forward and grabbed, it throwing it around the buff one. Before the cowboy could react, she knocked the lasso out of his hands and threw her last gum grenade at him, sticking him to the ground.
She landed on the floor. As the adrenaline from the fight wore off, her bladder reminded her of her need, causing her to cross her legs and shiver. Normally she would reassure the hostages and wait for the police to arrest the criminals (What did they call themselves? Enforcers?) before leaving, but today, her bladder has other plans. She quickly ran out of the building past Casey, who was recording the whole thing, and Devil, who was too big to fit in the bank.
Casey hit stop on the recording and followed Lunella. “What’s wrong, Moon Girl?” (Calling her by her superhero name since there were people around.)
“Nothing, just…” She shivered, feeling another leak. “Gotta get back to HQ.”
“Oh, right. That thing you needed to do.”
“Yup. That thing.” Lunella responded as they climbed on top of Devil. “Okay, let’s head back, D.D.”
Once again, Lunella had to endure a long and bumpy ride on Devil. The ride back to the Lower East Side took about 15 minutes, but it felt like years for her. Luckily, she installed a bathroom in her lab that she could use as soon as they got back.
Eventually, they reached the Moon Girl HQ, where Lunella quickly hopped off Devil. However, when she reached the ground, a five-second spurt came out, leaving a stain on her yellow shorts. She twisted her legs together as hard as she could and shoved her hands into her crotch.
“Woah, easy now,” Casey put her arm around Lunella. “One step at a time.”
“I’m not gonna make it!” Lunella shouted.
“Yes you are! Now just take a step.”
Lunella listened and unwrapped her legs, taking a step forward. No problem. She took another. She felt a leak and started desperately squirming.
“Woah, woah. You got this, girl. Just keep it cool.” Casey assured.
Slowly but surely, she took another step, but this time, she wasn’t as lucky as her first step. Pee started gushing out of her. “NO, NO, NOOOO!” Lunella shouted. She shoved her hands on her crotch as hard as she possibly could, but it was to no avail. The pee gushed through her fingers and onto the concrete below. Casey saw the puddle growing and backed off from Lunella, being mildly grossed out by it.
Lunella, realizing that she wasn’t gonna be able to hold it in, so she took her hands off and let go. The stain on her shorts was growing larger and larger, making it plainly obvious to anyone seeing it that she was wetting her pants. She let out a big sigh, taking in the relief. After around twenty more seconds, her stream died down, leaving an awkward silence. With a blush, Lunella remembered she was being watched. She turned around to Devil and Casey, who were both staring at her. “I’m sorry, Casey, I ruined your outfit. I should’ve gone earlier but I put it off like an idiot.” She started crying.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Lunella.” She said. “Everyone has accidents, and we can just clean the costume.”
“Rawr-Ra!” Devil said encouragingly.
Lunella wiped the tears from her face. “Thanks, you two.”
“That’s what friends do. Why don’t you go have a shower and get changed? I’ll mop up the mess.”
Lunella nodded and went to the elevator to her room.
“Now… does Lunella keep a mop around here?” Devil shrugged, unsure.
A/N: Here's my AO3, my stories typically get uploaded there first: https://archiveofourown.org/users/mourn365 |
This is using characters from another favourite game of mine called Life is strange! A telltale game about a girl who can reverse time! Feel free to search more for context
Oh and uhh, definite smut warning for this one lmao, right after the line "a smirk spread across her face."
Max opened her dorm room with one hand, the other in her crotch, wearing nothing but a vest top and pjama shorts. Courtney and Taylor waited on either side of the corridor, watching Max lean over in desperation, leaning against the wall with a leg propped up. Their smirks said everything.
"Need a pee, Maxine?" Courtney giggled, tilting her head to the side and faux pouting at Max's crotch holding and bouncing.
"Looks like she's gonna BURST." Taylor called, cackling along. Max rolled her eyes and carried on waddling past them with her hand shoved between her legs. As she reached the girl's dorm bathroom, Max realised the girls weren't cackling for fun. Their queen bee, Victoria, was leaning against the door on the other side, stopping Max's release. In response, she freed a hand from her crossed legs, banging on the door.
"I swear to god, Victoria, I'm gonna pee on the floor if you don't let me in!" Max cried, bouncing up and down with a contorted face. With her hand still banging on the door, Max hung her head down in embarrassment as she realised her release was far away.
"Guess that's your problem then." More giggles from her possé in the corridor. Max's potty dance turned into a pretzeled, contorted mess, with her legs wrapping around each other and a hand gripping her pulsating pussy, her piss begging for a release. Once she realised she wasn't getting in, Max ran back down the corridor with her hands practically attached to her vagina, a lot of urgency in her step.
"Don't wet your panties, big girl!" Taylor cooed, her and Courtney pouting and mock crying. Max ignored them again, opening her dorm door and slamming it behind her. She moaned aloud before sliding onto the floor, her knees brought up to her chin. She kicked her feet, rapidly before rubbing her thighs together and twisting around on the floor with her hands squeezing her puffy pussy lips.
"Ugggh, fuck those bitches." Max swung her head back, resting it against the door. "How the hell am I meant to hold my piss for- O-oh my god!" Before she could finish her sentence, a few drops escaped her pee hole, creating no damage to her pjama shorts but a little bit of wetness in her panties.
After Max maintained her pee, she stood up and paced her room, one hand brushing through her recently cut bob and the other stuffed between her rubbing thighs. As thoughts clouded her mind, Max realised her only plan was getting her...friend, Warren, to bring her something to pee in. With much urgency, she swiped her flip phone from her desk, flipping it open and punching in a demanding text.
From Max, To Warren:
Hey! Uhh...okay so Victoria and her circus have locked me out of the bathroom and I really need to pee! Can you please bring me something to piss in? I got nothing 😛
From Warren, To Max:
Oh uh yeah! If my science is correct, a young lady like yourself shouldn't be holding anymore pee than what my tupperware could hold! Omw 😉
Max sighed in relief, her scientific toy boy was always on the other side of campus with her release. As she waited with anticipation, her desperation only grew to high levels, resulting in her only being able to move on the spot she was standing. She bounced on the spot with her hands clawing at her quivering pussy, her face squeezed into an unrecognisable expression.
After so many minutes, Max could feel her piss dripping into her panties, about to burst into a full stream, but a knock on her door only meant release!
"H-hey Max! I got the tupperware for your...um...lunch!" Warren called out from the other side of the door.
"J-just let yourself in!" Max responded, a little quieter out of urgency for her predicament. Warren walked in, not expecting the sight infront of him. He dropped the tupperware in surprise, his jaw dropping and a blush spreading across his face. He could feel his hard on growing.
"Oh um...d-do you want me to-"
"JUST- come over, please? I...can't move." Max whined, bending over and holding herself with much force.
Warren understood the assignment and instantly picked up the tupperware, ripping off the lid and discarding it to one side. He held it out to Max with a tight smile on his face.
"Can you...pull down my..."
"O-oh!" Warren's face grew hotter at the minute, realising he would have to see his crushes vulva. "Okay. S-sure!"
As he slowly walked over, observing Max's contorted body, he pulled her upwards by her elbows, leaning her into him. She sniffled, crying slightly from the pain. Warren removed Max's tight grip from her pulsating pussy and slowly pulled down her panties. With no warning, Max's stream began before the tupperware was beneath her, making Warren rapidly hold it beneath her. Max leaned back into Warren's skinny frame, moaning loudly for everyone in the dorms to hear, so distracted from the relief that she couldn't even feel Warren's full hard on against her back. The stream lasted a whole minute, filling the rectangular, clear, plastic tupperware to the brim. With care, Warren clipped the lid back onto the top of the tupperware before setting it on Max's bedside table, his eyes laid on her pulsating pussy.
"Thanks. I really needed that." Max laughed, although it stopped when she noticed the hard on in Warren's grey joggers, a smirk spread across her face.
"U-uh I should go...I might get cau-" Before Warren could finish his sentence, Max placed her hand on Warren's clothed hard on, massaging it slowly. She remained eye contact with him until they started to strip their clothes, throwing them onto the floor with urgency. Max climbed onto of Warren, grinding her already wet pussy against his average sized member. They moaned quietly, eyes closed and breath hitching.
Warren placed his hands on Max's hips as she lowered her vagina onto his now protected cock, sliding it into her with care. As she felt the discomfort turn into pleasure, she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, feeling his cock inside of her. Warren leaned his head back into the pillows behind him, smiling with his eyes wired shut as quiet moans left his mouth. Max began moving quicker, her hips moving in circular motion a few times before she bounced on his cock then repeating the cycle.
Warren sat up, kissing Max on her soft, thin lips, his hands still on her hips. He began thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Max's now soaked pussy. Max swung her head back, her arms wrapped around Warren's neck, grinding her clit against her lower stomach. As the two felt their climaxes build, Warren swung Max around, pinning her down to the bed and thrusting even quicker. Their moans became even louder, their breathing became heavier. Before they let out anymore moans, they reached climax, Warren collapsing on top of Max with heavy breathing.
"I-I gotta say, I kinda don't hate Victoria anymore." Max giggled, Warren following along before kissing Max on the forehead and falling asleep in her bed with her.
😉 Hope y'all enjoyed!
Edited August 3 by Ashlovesomo
Oops! Accidentally posted before finishing! Here it is :)
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Here's an unnecessary part 2 as my account is dying atp!
Smut warning at "Max walked back to her dorm..."
Max wanted her revenge on Victoria. Bad. The fucking bitch got her "crew" to record her near pissing herself outside of the bathrooms. She couldn't even go to classes anymore without someone chanting "Pissy Caufield" or laughing in her face. Warren, Kate and Chloe had her back but she wanted Victoria to feel the exact same way. She wanted everyone to forget that it had even happened to her.
What Max had found out was that every Thursday, Victoria had a 3 hour class and would always rush to the bathrooms to let go of all that piss she holds during the class. People would often see her squirm in her seat, a hand dug in between her thighs to hold back that 3 hour wait. Max skipped her 3rd period for the set up, waiting with anticipation for her nemesis to burst out of the doors. As the minutes went by, Max locked all the stalls, climbing out of each one, waiting by the sinks to watch Victoria burst.
Eventually, the bell rang, signalling Max to turn her excitement into concentration, as she whipped out her phone to record the moment. To no surprise, Victoria burst through the bathroom door, doubled over with a hand clamping her crotch. She knocked on every door, whimpering from the desperation.
"Need a pee pee, Vicki?" Max laughed, from behind her now recording phone. Victoria whipped her head round, displaying a face of anger as she walked on the spot, now two hands in her crotch.
"Max?! W-what are you doing? Stop recording me!" Victoria's face contorted in the pressure, her legs pretzeled around each other, just like Max's on that fateful day.
"Aw...does baby need to pee?"
"Max, I swear to God, if you don't open that fucking door, I'm gonna pee everywhere!" Vic squeaked out the last word before doubling over and gripping her quivering pussy from above her skirt, her legs rubbing together. Max held up her phone, recording the mess infront of her and giggling in joy. The moment went on for way too long. Max recording and Victoria squirming around like an untangled mess, biting her lip and looking anywhere else but the phone. She trembled and whimpered, wriggling her hips from side to side in an attempt to hold back her coffee and 2 waters.
Before Max could open her mouth, Victoria gasped, clawing away at her pussy to stop her leaking. A few drops of piss rolled down her exposed, waxed legs, resulting in Victoria bouncing on the spot a few times before doubling over, moving her hips in circular motions.
"What's the matter, Victoria? Gonna give up?" Max laughed, feeling no guilt to the humiliation from before. Victoria was a mess, constantly bouncing and doubling over and bouncing and doubling over. She found herself running out of the bathroom, both hands still attached to her vulva. Max stopped recording her humiliation film and followed her out, watching in pure bliss as everyone directed their attentions to a squirming Victoria in the middle of the hallway. Everyone laughed and hollered, people shouting out vulgar and rude remarks.
"Vickie can pee on this wang!"
"Ooo, you gonna pee your pants, baby?"
"Fucking gross!"
"Pull your skirt down, I wanna see!"
Max enjoyed the sight of Victoria slowly waddling down the hallway, doubling over in intervals, it almost made her feel bad. Almost. She followed Victoria to outside, where their school fountain shot out spurts of water, it dribbled down into the base, ready to be shot back out once again.
"Hear it, Vickie? Hear that juicy water flow from the fountain~" Max cooed, watching Victoria wriggle around on the steps leading to the fountain, darting her head in panic to find anywhere to relief her full bladder. She waddled on, running to the patch of grass on their beautiful campus, ready to cover it in her juicy piss. The girl clawed and pulled at her panties to move them to the side, her piss shooting out before they could even get off. Victoria bucked her hips, showing off her waxed vulva and long stretch of piss, moaning aloud as relief set in. Max could feel her panties become wet as she whipped out her phone and recorded the beautiful moment infront of her. The stream lasted 2 whole minutes, it's pitter patter on the grass echoing around, getting everyone's attention. Well, it was probably Victoria's cunt.
Max walked back to her dorm, ignoring Victoria's cries aloud from embarrassment, a large wetness in her panties. As she entered her dorm room, she sat in her desk with speed, flipping open her laptop. With haste, Max uploaded the videos on her Facebook page, smirking with mischief. She found her hand down her panties, fondling herself slowly, swinging her head back in pleasure. The videos and photos of Victoria's pussy on show sent Max's feelings of pleasure into overdrive. Her hand moved around in haste, rubbing her clit in circular motion, sending shivers up her spine. All of her thoughts left her brain, she could only think about Victoria's gorgeous pussy and wanting to lick it dry. With all of her strength, she reached her climax, moaning and whimpering loudly, before smiling and walking away from her buzzing phone. |
This story is about Life Is Strange True Colours, so there are some character changes, but I'm putting it all together as they're all apart of one game franchise!
Smut warning at "With a few attempts..."
Alex was bored, her small town could only please her for so long, so she went to the other side of town to take her mind off of things. Suddenly, she got the idea to go back to the caves, despite everything that had happened that year with Typhon and her brother. She just wanted to feel closer to him. With a 30 minute walk, she was there, climbing over the larger rocks that stood in her way to get through the entrance.
Alex took in the views of the lit up caverns, the glowing ember in torches lined up along the walls. Without realising, she had lost her footing, almost tripping down the hole below.
"Woah! Shit...that could've ended badly." Alex laughed to herself, getting closer to the entrance of the cavernous opening in the cave's ground. The darkness consumed the space, nothing was viewable from above the-
"AHHHHH! SHIT!" The floor beneath Alex crumbled under her, leaving the top half of her body sticking up like a weed in a garden, her bottom half kicking for freedom. She was stuck. With no one to help her. And she had to pee really badly!
Minutes went by and Alex sighed, wriggling her legs around in an attempt to escape. Her thighs rubbed against each other to hold back her full bladder. Alex's face contorted as the piss sloshed around in her bladder, her hips slowly moving from side to side as her legs pretzeled themselves around each other.
"Ah! I-It really hurts.." Alex winced from the twinges of desperation. As her thoughts clouded her brain, she could only whimper and writhe from the pain and pressure. Whilst she tried and failed to escape from the hole, Alex released a hand from the cave's grasp, shoving it into her crotch. The feeling of desperation subsided slightly, but it still made Alex wriggle her hips to hold it back, massaging her crotch through her jeans.
Another 10 minutes went past and Alex's pussy gripping technique wasn't even helping her anymore, the piss pressed against her urethra, begging to be released. Alex kicked her legs, rubbing her thighs together to press her pussy lips together, just anything to hold back the dam. With much surprise, a leak of piss dribbled out of her pee hole, making Alex squeal and kick faster, her hand slapping and rubbing her crotch to stop anymore from coming out. Suddenly, Alex could hear a voice coming from below her and a light cascading its shine to reveal more carts and tracks and ore. This was her escape! Her and her bladder could finally find sweet relief.
"HELLO?! Someone?! Help!" Alex called out to below, seeing nothing but her wriggling, trembling body.
"O-oh, yes miss? I'm here, let me come an- Wooooah sweet Jesus, you fell oh my god." A miner! Alex forgot that they came to fix the cave on weekends.
"Y-yeah, I was just exploring and I...fell." Alex hesitated. "I-I also really need the toilet." Silence from the man below, followed by a few throat clearances and shuffling around.
"O-oh um...hold on! Two seconds, miss!"
"H-hurryyyyy...I'm gonna burst soon." Alex could only hear fading footsteps and the sounds of urgent searching. Her piss sloshed around much more than before, her hand pressing against her piss hole with much force. Her legs couldn't be wrapped around each other tighter, they were practically attached in a pretzeled mess. After a couple of minutes of anticipated waiting, the miner man came jogging back with a small ladder and bucket.
"H-here miss! I won't look whilst you do your thing, then I'll let you out, okay?" He bellowed. Alex realised that her relief couldn't be achieved yet. Not with her jeans still on.
"U-um...I have jeans on. C-can you pull them down?" Alex stuttered in fear of the man running away in fear, but he stayed. He slowly climbed up the ladder, his eyes laid on Alex's overflowing bladder hanging out above her jeans, her bra on show from her shirt being shuffled up from the hole. He gulped back the lump in his throat, slowly undoing the button and zip. Alex wriggled around, leaking a little more from the man's touch, making his job so much more difficult.
After a lot of wriggling and crotch holding from Alex, the miner was able to shuffle her jeans down, leaving him face to face with her panties barely covering her puffy pussy. He gulped one last time before slowly moving Alex's hand from her crotch and pulling her panties down. Alex could feel his warm breath on her quivering pussy, sending shivers down her spine, her thighs squishing her pussy lips, rubbing together to release some tension.
"C-can I go now? Please?" Alex whined, her face contorted from the cold and pain.
"O-oh um yeah...here." The man held the bucket underneath Alex's squirming bottom half, giving her a signal to release her bladder. As soon as Alex moved her hand that was pressed against her quivering pussy, her stream let loose, pitter pattering into the bucket. The only sounds echoing around the cave was the hissing and tinkering of Alex's stream flowing into the bucket. The miner tried to look away out of respect, but couldn't help laying his eyes on this beautiful vulva right infront of him, the slight coverage of hair all over the lips, the labia puffing in and out as the stream tinkled out of Alex's urethra. He bit his lip, listening to the piss and Alex's moans as she threw her head back in relief.
What felt like an eternity finally ended and Alex's relief was over, the tingling sensation of her bladder calming down. As the miner placed the bucket down on the floor, his eyes still laid on Alex's pussy, taking in the beautiful view that he would never usually see.
"Can you let me out now? I think you've stared at my vagina long enough, man."
"Y-yeah, in a sec." The miner couldn't take it, he placed his thumb pad on Alex's clit, slowly moving it in circular motion. Alex let out a hitched moan, taking in the feelings of pleasure that she had never gotten in a long time. The movement picked up its pace as the miner whipped out his hard member, stroking it gently with his free hand. They moaned in unison as pleasure clouded their thoughts, the slow circular motion turning into urgent need. The miner held Alex's legs, ready to pull her down.
"I'm gonna pull you outta that hole so I can finish what I started, aight?" The miner bellowed, with no shame on who could hear. Alex quietly moaned in response as her needs changed from getting the fuck out of the cave to getting "The Fuck" in the cave.
With a few attempts, she finally slipped out of the Cave's grasp, her small frame held in the miner's large hands. Next thing she knew, she was propped up against the wall, having sex with a miner she just met, one leg stood and the other in the air, exposing her pussy for his entrance. His cock slid in and out as he craved for a finish, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Alex reciprocated, rubbing her clit with her free hand. With a few more pumps in her gorgeous pussy, he pulled out, releasing his jets of cum all over Alex as she too climaxed and moaned aloud, swinging her head back in pleasure.
Welp, she definitely got that sexy man's number down 😉 |
A few weeks went past and full bladders had become more of an issue at school, as Max came to realise. Who knew a few hours of school sent desperate girls running to the bathroom!
Unfortunately for this time reversing machine, Max had to witness two of her closest friends at their most vulnerable moments with their bladders. During her morning class with Mr Jefferson, Max saw Kate wriggling in her seat, a hand in between her legs. It was a beautiful sight but also made Max feel some guilt for her poor friend. She looked so desperate for a wee. Kate's face contorted as she squeezed her thighs together, her hand buried even deeper in her thighs. Max could only imagine the amount of force Kate was pressing against her pussy lips, her urethra begging for a release.
The class was halfway through its session time and Kate's need was obvious, Victoria and her little slaves giggled at the sight. Max's pleasure was taken over by pity for her friend, the state Kate was in wasn't a sexy sight at this point. The way her legs constantly writhed and slithered around one another, both hands pressing against her begging pussy. Eventually the bell signalled everyone's leave and before Max could even walk up to Kate, she had already swiped her bag from under her desk, running out of the room with her head hung low and a hand holding her crotch.
As Max quickly followed along, she saw Kate swing open the girl's bathroom and rush inside. When Max followed suit, she saw the most beautiful sight infront of her. Kate knocked on all three stall doors, a hand in her crotch as she marched on the spot.
"P-please! Open the door! I-I need to pee!" Kate whined, a dash of cuteness in her voice. As she continued to dance on the spot, Max watched for afar, hiding her face as she watched her friend cry out in desperate need. Kate doubled over, bouncing up and down with her hands practically squeezing her pussy until it popped. To no one's surprise, a hissing and liquid pattering on the titled floor was heard, echoing the room. Kate was wetting herself as another girl exited the stall, looking down at the mess she had caused.
"K-Kate..." Max attempted to get the poor girl's attention but Kate could only run into the stall with her head bowed down. With full strength and power, Max held her hand out, feeling time reverse around her. The girls in the stalls left, the clocks turned backwards as the bell whined in a demonic chiming. As Max entered the stall and waited for the right moment, she realised that her power grew stronger by the minute, her feelings of pity for Kate turned into pride as she realised she was about to save a friend from embarrassment.
The bell chimed once again, signalling Max to stick to her game plan, her hand reaching out for the handle.
"P-please! Open the door! I-I need to pee!" Kate whined, yet again, giving Max her signal. As she opened the door, a desperate Kate bounced and marched infront of her, her head still hung low in embarrassment of her need and her hands gripping at her quivering pussy.
"Here, Kate." Max muttered, side stepping out of the way. Her eyes laid on Kate as the poor girl darted into the stall, slamming the door behind her. All Max could hear was constant taps of Kate's pee dance, shuffling, silence...then a loud hissing of piss shooting into the porcelain bowl. Max could feel the relief that Kate's thrombin pussy felt as she released her jet of piss into the toilet. Mission accomplished!
Suddenly, Max felt a vibration in her pocket. It was a text from her right hand man, Chloe.
From Chloe, To Max:
Yo. I'm at the junkyard. Meet in 20. I wanna show you something cool.
From Max, To Chloe:
Got it! I'm on my way 😛
From Chloe, To Max:
NO EMOJIS!!!!
Max rolled her eyes with sarcasm, smiling at her best friend's inability to text with any form of emotion. With her phone back in her pocket, Max left the girl's bathroom, jogging up to the bus station to catch the bus just parked there. Max leaned against the bus window, watching the sights of Arcadia Bay around her, the beached whales laying like fallen angels, the crisp autumn air seaping through the open window. The bus journey felt like an eternity as Max's thoughts clouded her mind. It was only 10 minutes.
Standing tall in the middle of Arcadia'a junk was Max's blue haired, punk best friend, tapping her foot with her head in her phone. She swung her head up as she heard Max's coy footsteps.
"Yoooo, my time machine, what up?" Chloe grinned, sliding her phone into her back pocket.
"At the minute, my goddamn blood pressure. Some crazy shit is going on at Arcadia and I need to figure out these powers."
"Yeah, well, count my bladder in. I'm so desperate for a piss." Chloe gripped her crotch, more so for effect, but also to hold back her aching bladder. Max looked down to see the slight shuffle in Chloe's step, an instant warmth rising in her face.
"Funny you should say that, I saved Kate Marsh from wetting herself today in the girl's bathrooms." Max muttered, kicking around the dust and dirt. She could see Chloe's hand slowly slipping back to her crotch, her face showing nothing but displeasure. As soon as she realised Max watching, she snapped back to a normal formation, walking to the metal hut that Chloe inhabited with Rachel before she went missing.
"Well, hopefully, those powers can be used for kicking ass and taking names. Wouldnt want you wasting your sick ass powers now." Chloe shouted, not looking behind her. As they entered the hut, Chloe sat down with force, rubbing her thighs together with her hand sitting in her lap. Both Chloe and Max conversed back and fourth, making a game plan for testing Max's powers, but all Max could focus on was Chloe's constant shuffling in her seat, her legs bouncing rapidly.
"Shiiit, I really need to piss. I don't wanna pop a squat but I think I'm gonna have to. Cover for me?" Chloe's hand was shoved in between her legs, her face in a slight winced expression.
"Yeah, I kinda gotta pee too. Lets keep behind the hut."
The girls awkwardly shuffled out of the hut, hands in their crotches, as they set up behind the hut and began rolling down their jeans, their bare vulvas on show. The harsh autumn wind hit their pussy lips, sending shivers up their spines. With a few mumbles and shy, tight lipped smiles, their streams let loose, the hissing and pitter patter of it hitting the dirt. Suddenly, with no warning, two gross men came up from behind Chloe and Max and picked them up mid stream, showing their bare vulva to the train drivers passing by.
"HEY! GET OFF, YOU JERKS!"
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, DICK!" Chloe and Max kicked and shuffled in the men's grasps, clenching their pussy muscles to stop their streams but to no avail, their piss sprayed everywhere as the men held them to their chests.
"These little sluts need to know when to hold their piss, aye?" The man holding Max said.
"Getting their bare pussies out on show for us, ain't they?" The men shared their dirty thoughts to one another as Chloe and Max scrambled for freedom, their streams never ending. Eventually, the men gave up and dropped the girls whilst their streams calmed down, calling them dirty names as they walked away.
"Ugh, fuckin pervs." Chloe groaned, her head in her hands as her stream came to a finish. "Max, you good?" Max stayed on all fours, crying tears of embarrassment as she pissed some more. With no thought, Max held her hand out, rewinding time so the horrible experience had never happened. Before long, she found herself back in the hut, watching Chloe fidget around.
"Shiiit, I really need to piss. I don't wanna pop a squat but I think I'm gonna have to. Cover for me?" Chloe's hand was shoved in between her legs, her face in a slight winced expression.
"U-uh, we should just go in here. Um, someone might see-"
"What? Max, did you rewind on something? What happened?"
"S-some dude's caught us and said some nasty shit. I don't wanna be caught by them." Max darted her eyes around, waiting for Chloe's long awaited answer.
"Ooookay...I'll just piss in that tin can then? Last time I'm ever coming here with a full bladder." As Chloe shuffled her pants down and squatted over the tin can, Max couldn't help but notice her own bladder problems, as it was obvious from before. Hearing Chloe's stream hitting the tin can sent a shiver up Max's spine, her legs fanning in and out as her hands massaged her pussy lips. A moan left Chloe's mouth, swinging her head back in relief from her aching bladder, which could only make Max's issue worse.
"O-oh god, I can't take it, I gotta go!" Max whined, shoving her jeans down and spraying her piss all over the wooden floorboard of the hut before her frilly pink panties could even drop to her ankles. The moan she let out could only display pure pleasure from the relief she was experiencing, her stream jetting out of her aching urethra.
"Damn, you really needed to go, huh, Max?" Chloe smirked.
Truth is, Chloe did not let Max live that down 😉 |
This will be the last part of my Life Is Strange story series and I will be now adding more parts to my Yandere Similator thread! Feel free to recommend more games or any films/tv to write about!
Smut warning for a BJ at "Eventually, the stream stopped..."
Warren was obsessed with everything science. Experiments, theory, reading, testing. Anything! Maybe a bit too obsessed that he couldn't even care for his bladder in his class that lasted 3 hours!
On a rainy Thursday, Warren rested his head in his hand, tapping his pen on his desk with sighs of boredom, as he watched the raindrops fall down the window panes. Ms Grant ranted on about food tests and benedict's solution but Warren simply couldn't focus. All he could focus on was his 2 coffee cups sloshing around for a release. His dick squashed between his legs as his thighs rubbed together in desperate attempts to hold back his flood.
"Hey, Warren." Brooke leaned away from her desk, tapping Warren on the shoulder. "I'm going to the park to test my new drone. You in?"
"O-oh yeah! I'm counting the seconds." Warren smiled with tight lips.
"Hey, man, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Brooke could see Warren's slight squirming in his seat, his hands rubbing up and down his legs to ease the aching.
"Yeah! I don't- I don't see ghosts...yeah." Warren couldn't even look Brooke in the eyes, he didn't even see her sympathetic smile before twirling in her chair and putting her focus back on her work. He couldn't think, his mind tried to go to molecules but all he could hear was "toilet", "rain", "water". As pee began flowing into his cock and pushing against his tip, Warren darted his eyes around before giving his quivering member a quick squeeze through his jeans. Warren substituted his crotch holding for more leg squeezing, but even that couldn't hold back the flood. A sudden leak trickled out of his urethra, dripping into his boxers. With no shame, Warren squeezed his dick with both of his hands, stopping any more damage in his jeans. Despite the looks from his classmates, he felt a tad better as his desperation subsided a bit from the urgent dick squeezing.
"Alright everyone! Stand up and use the apparatus next to you to conduct your starch tests! Remember your goggles!" Ms Grant shouted, signalling everyone to stand and slide their goggles down to their faces.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Warren muttered under his breath, doubling over and groaning. After he regained control on his bladder with some hard cock squeezed and a slight squirm in his seat, he stood up with a slight wince, wriggling around to stop his bladder from releasing on the floor. As Warren slid the goggles on his head onto his face, he began writing and conducting his experiment, as much focus put into his work as humanly possible. Usually, his science work is known to be the best in his class, but his full bladder refrained him from being top of his game that day. More uncontrollable leaks dripped out of his cock, making Warren stop everything and grab his crotch with a lot of force. He whined and groaned from the ache and pain, his cock twitching from the desperation.
When the bell rang, Warren threw his books into his bag and quickly marched out of the classroom, ignoring all of the laughter from his wriggling and dick grips.
"Uh Warren, could you come here please?"
Fuck. NOT what he wanted to hear.
"Y-yeah, Ms Grant?" He strained, waddling past all of his conversing classmates.
"You ok? You didn't seem to be doin a lot of work over there? You look like you're in pain. Wanna see the nurse?"
"N-no! I-I'm okay, thank you, Ms Grant." Warren's eyes widen as he felt a singular spurt of piss shoot into his boxers.
"Hm. No. I'm taking you right now. Cmon. You don't look right." Ms Grant immediately stood from her desk chair, opening the door and leading Warren out of the classroom to the medical room. Warren continued to cup his dick in his hands whilst others weren't looking, shuffling slowly behind Ms Grant. Soon, they reached the medical room.
"Excuse me? This student seems to be feeling unwell, could he stay here until he feels better?" Ms Grant stood to the side, showing a squirming, half doubled over Warren, his head hung slightly.
"Of course. Sit down, darling, I'll get right with you." The nurse smiled, patting on the seat next to her. Warren showed her a tight smiled lip before not-so confidently thanking Ms Grant as she began making her way out of the room. With much difficulty, Warren sat down in the seat, gripping his dick as tightly as possible until the nurse turned back to him.
"So. Warren. How are you feeling, sweet?"
"U-uh I'm um...I'm feeling okay." Warren mumbled, his legs slightly crossed, rubbing together.
"Hm...you look a little twitchy. Would you like a cup of water?"
"NO! N-no um..." The nurse's eyes widened as Warren threw himself out of the seat, slowly backing towards the door. "T-thank you, ma'am. Thanks um...thank you!" And before she could respond, Warren was out of the room, shuffle running with his hands attached to his crotch. As he bashed into the doors, swinging them open with force, his eyes darted around the campus. The fountain spurted water, flowing into its base. Samuel watering the flower bushes near the school's entrance with a hose, smiling and waving and Warren. The poor boy couldn't get away from water, his bladder begged for it's release after hearing all pf the water flow. Luckily it stopped raining!
"Hey Warren! Over here!" Brooke waved from across Campus, waving for Warren to come over. He reluctantly followed along, shuffling over to the grass patch Brooke stood on, holding her latest drone in her collection.
"H-hi." Warren stood before Brooke, his eyes darting around as he shuffled from one foot to the other.
"Come check out my drone! It's the latest from TenTech!" As Brooke babbled about the drones feature, Warren felt his piss pushing against his tip, dripping one by one into his pants. He wriggled on the spot, crossing his legs as subtly as he could, but it couldn't stop the dam from bursting. Warren dropped his bag, doubling over with his hands gripping his dick.
"Ooooo." Warren groaned.
"Yo Wa- YO...you don't look so good, man. Are you okay?" Brooke questioned, a dash of pity in her voice. Before Warren could open his mouth to answer, his dick let loose and piss began rolling down down his legs. With his hands tugging on his zip, Warren ran to the nearest tree, his cock flinging out of his jeans, letting out his thick stream. Brooke stood with her jaw dropped, her eyes laid on Warren's twitching penis as his big piss stream squirted out of it. He flung his head back, groaning in pleasure as his bladder emptied itself on the tree trunk.
Eventually, the stream stopped, and Warren shoved his cock back into his boxers. Before he could zip up his jeans, Brooke gripped his hands and walked around the corner, hiding behind a wall. She crouched infront of his crotch, smirking with sensuality.
"That was so hot. I wanna do it. Please can I do this." Brooke whispered with urgency, a smile still spread across her face. Warren could only nod, wiring his eyes shut and resting his head against the bricks behind him. Before he could even think about what was happening, pleasure took over his body as Brooke placed her lips on his tip, licking it in circles before taking it whole. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue following along his member. The wetness and warmth of Brooke's mouth sent shivers up Warren's spine, he found his hands rushing through her hair, gripping it tightly to guide Brooke's speed. Warren let out a quiet groan, looking down at Brooke working his dick, her hands placed on his legs. As she picked up her speed, Brooke felt Warren's cock twitching in her mouth, releasing her mouth from his dick.
"Let go, Warren." Those were the only words Warren wanted to hear before he climaxed, his jets of cum squirting out of the tip of his dick. He groaned loudly before letting go, smiling widely at the pleasure he felt throughout.
I hope y'all enjoyed! This is the last story of my Life Is Strange series as I've said before and will begin to work on other stories, so I'm sorry if you wanted to see something else! Feel free to give me recommendations for other stories or any content whatsoever!
Have a great day 😀 |
The following story is mostly generated by ChatGPT. I’ve gone in to add a few words here and there, but nothing major. I’ve been fiddling with ChatGPT and you won’t believe the sheer level of detail I was able to acquire without so much as a content-violating blurb showing up. The trick is to treat wetting as a neutral thing, almost as if you’re taking an informative approach to better understand it than to sexualize it. If you want to sexualize it, that’s where you’d have to step in and add those features into your notes because ChatGPT will flag related prompts as content-violating — but not when you’re merely asking what happens if liquid during an urgency-related accident flows in a particular type of clothing; no, ChatGPT will readily tell how it goes down (pun intended). I’ve left a lot of the words formulated by ChatGPT to show the kind of language it uses that doesn’t set off any content-violating blurbs. It might sound just slightly awkward, but frankly it is creatively euphemistic. And the fact that wetting is spoken about in a taboo-like manner is kind of hot.
I have a lot more than this on Sarah, so I’ll post more of this story below. Ironically, when I fed prompts about first-base intimacy, I finally got those content-violating blurbs, even though prior to forming the character of Sarah ChatGPT detailed to me how exactly urine spreads in selvedge-weaved jeans and the factors that affect flowing of liquid without so much as a peep. Just. Wild.
Believe me this level of detail barely breaks the surface of what I got ChatGPT to say on wetting. And I was able to get it to talk about desperation and the antsy bodily movements that come with it. I’ll make a separate post strictly for that because it’s much less story and more of a list that describe the process of wetting.
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Sarah’s Incontinence
Chapter 1: The Park
Sarah, wearing skinny jeans, is sitting on a bench in a park when she suddenly experiences an urgency-related accident. As she feels the urgent pressure building up, Sarah becomes visibly flustered and tries to manage the situation discreetly. However, despite her efforts, a small damp spot starts to form on the inner surface of her skinny jeans.
Unbeknownst to Sarah, her friend Alex, who was sitting next to her on the bench, notices her distress. As Sarah shifts uncomfortably and her facial expression shows signs of concern, Alex begins to sense that something is wrong. Alex is a compassionate and empathetic person, and he instinctively reach out to support their friend.
As Sarah sits on the bench in the park, the urgent pressure building up in her lower abdomen becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. She starts to shift uncomfortably in her seat, subtly adjusting her position in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She slightly crosses and uncrosses her legs, fidgets with her hands, and shifts her weight from one side to the other.
Her face is distressed and in discomfort. Initially, she tries to maintain a composed expression, but as the urgency intensifies, her features start to subtly change. Sarah's eyebrows furrow slightly, and her eyes dart around as she becomes more aware of her predicament. She alternates between biting her lip to pursing her lips together, indicating her growing unease.
As the urgency-related accident continues, Sarah's discomfort becomes more apparent. She expresses a mix of concern and embarrassment. Her cheeks flush with a tinge of red, reflecting her growing self-consciousness about the situation.
With each passing moment, her attempts to hide her discomfort become more challenging. Despite her efforts to maintain composure, the distress caused by the urination is evident in the way she holds herself and the subtle shifts in her facial expressions.
Throughout this time, Sarah glances around to see if anyone is noticing her discomfort, hoping to handle the situation as discreetly as possible. She tries to keep a conversation going with her friend Alex, speaking a bit faster than usual, trying to distract herself from the leaking urgency she's experiencing.
Despite her efforts to hide her distress, Sarah's discomfort is palpable to her friend Alex, who notices the changes in her facial expressions and body language. Alex's empathy and concern for Sarah prompts him to reach out and offer support, creating a compassionate and caring environment for her during this challenging moment.
As Sarah glances around discreetly, she becomes increasingly aware of her urgency-related accident and the dampness spreading on the inner surface of her skinny jeans. Despite her efforts to handle the situation with composure, the sight of the damp spot growing more noticeable adds to her embarrassment and self-consciousness.
While Sarah is preoccupied with managing her distress, Alex, sitting next to her on the bench, notices the change in her demeanor and becomes attuned to her discomfort. As a compassionate and observant friend, Alex picks up on the subtle cues, including the way Sarah shifts uncomfortably and glances around.
When Alex catches a glimpse of the damp spot spreading on Sarah's jeans, he reacts with empathy and concern. His immediate concern is for Sarah's well-being and comfort. He understands that accidents happen, and their primary focus is on supporting his friend during this challenging moment.
Rather than drawing attention to the situation or making Sarah feel uncomfortable, Alex remains calm and composed. He doesn’t mention anything directly about the accident, recognizing that it's a sensitive matter. Instead, they choose to offer support through non-verbal cues and gestures.
Alex subtly adjusts his position on the bench to create a bit more space between him and Sarah, allowing her some privacy. He also tries to keep the conversation going in a lighthearted and distracting manner, providing a sense of normalcy and comfort.
At the same time, Alex makes a mental note to find a discreet and appropriate moment to offer his assistance or find a solution to help Sarah. He wants to be there for his friend without making her feel embarrassed or exposed.
Throughout the rest of their time on the bench, Alex remains attentive to Sarah's needs while giving her the space she might need to manage the situation. His supportive and understanding demeanor creates a safe and caring environment for Sarah, allowing her to navigate the momentary distress caused by the urgency-related accident with a trusted friend by her side.
Alex subtly leans towards Sarah and whispers, "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?" While keeping their voice low to maintain privacy, Alex's genuine concern is evident in their expression and tone. Sarah, feeling embarrassed by the situation, hesitates for a moment before responding.
Sarah (shifting uncomfortably): "Do you mind if we take a walk around the park? I could use some fresh air."
Alex (noticing Sarah's distress): "Of course, let's go for a walk. Is everything okay?"
Sarah (trying to maintain composure): "Yeah, I just feel like stretching my legs a bit."
(As they start walking, Sarah continues to fidget slightly, and Alex picks up on her discomfort.)
Alex (concerned): "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit off."
Sarah (hesitant): "I'm... I'm fine. Just had a little too much coffee earlier, you know? It's nothing."
(As they continue walking, Sarah's discomfort becomes more apparent, and Alex gently reaches out to support her.)
Alex (softly): "You know, you can always talk to me if something's bothering you. I'm here for you."
Sarah (feeling comforted): "Thanks, Alex. I really appreciate that. It's just... I'm feeling a bit off, and I'm trying to shake it off."
(Despite her efforts, the damp spot on Sarah's jeans spreads more, and she becomes more self-conscious.)
Alex (noticing the damp spot): "Hey, how about we find a place to sit for a bit? Maybe you just need a little break."
Sarah (feeling embarrassed): "Sure, that sounds good."
(They find a bench, and as they sit down, Alex maintains a supportive and understanding demeanor.)
Alex (gently): "You don't have to pretend, Sarah. I noticed something is bothering you, and it's okay to talk about it."
Sarah (hesitant but appreciating the concern): "Okay, fine... I had an accident earlier, and I feel really embarrassed about it."
Alex (reassuringly): "Accidents happen, Sarah. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Let's take a moment, and I'm here to support you."
(As Sarah opens up, Alex listens with empathy and offers their understanding.)
"I... I had an accident," Sarah admits, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."
In response, Alex offers reassurance and understanding. "It's okay, Sarah. These things happen sometimes. Don't worry about it. I understand that this might be uncomfortable for you, but please know that I'm here for you. We can take things at your pace. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?"
Sarah (grateful for the support): "Thank you, Alex. I'm just glad you're here. It's been a tough moment for me, but your understanding means a lot."
As Sarah opens up to Alex with a sense of vulnerability, she shares that she experienced an urgency-related accident earlier. She confides in Alex that she had an involuntary loss of urine, which left her feeling embarrassed and self-conscious. Sarah explains that she had been trying to manage the situation discreetly, but despite her efforts, a damp spot started to form on the inner surface of her skinny jeans.
With Alex's understanding and compassionate demeanor, Sarah feels comfortable enough to talk about her distressing experience. She acknowledges that accidents happen and that this particular moment caught her off guard. Sharing this personal experience with Alex allows Sarah to express her feelings of embarrassment and discomfort openly, knowing that her friend won't judge her.
Alex listens attentively and without judgment, offering a safe space for Sarah to share her feelings and concerns. Their empathetic response reassures Sarah that she can be open and honest about her experiences without feeling ashamed.
By sharing this personal information, Sarah not only acknowledges the urgency-related accident but also demonstrates trust in Alex and their friendship. This honest exchange fosters a deeper connection between them, as Alex responds with care and understanding, providing the support Sarah needs during this challenging moment.
Sarah is touched by Alex's empathy and kindness. "Thank you," she murmurs. "I might need to find a restroom or something to clean up."
Without hesitation, Alex offers to accompany Sarah to the nearest restroom or provide any assistance she might need. He discreetly helps Sarah stand up and walk together towards the restroom area, supporting her throughout the process.
As they walk, Alex continues to offer words of support and encouragement, reassuring Sarah that accidents are a normal part of life and there's no need to feel ashamed. Sarah gradually begins to feel more at ease, knowing that she has a caring friend by her side who understands and doesn't judge her.
Edited August 3 by HissGenerator
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Everyone in this story is 18 (last school year)
POV: Alice
I sat down in maths class and took out my books.
The teacher started to talk and write stuff on the board, and I copied it into my note book. Exams were coming up, so I had to pay attention.
I was good at most subjects. I was considered somewhat of a nerd, but I didn't really care.
I heard the door open and I turned around. It was Ashley Jones. She was always late.
"Ms Jones, you're late"
She didn't respond. All of the seats were full except the one next to me.
I looked at her as she sat down. She was tall, and had black shoulder length hair. She was wearing a black T-shirt and light blue jeans, with a grey jacket tied around her waist.
Ashley was a trans girl, who was always getting into trouble. She never did her work, and always came late to class. She didn't talk to anyone except her select group of friends. I never talked to her. Not until today.
After about 10 minutes, the teacher finished talking, and walked over to my desk.
"Where are your notes Ashley?" She asked.
"I just got here." Ashley replied, not looking up.
The teacher sighed. "I expect to see them done by the end of class."
Ashley said nothing, and the teacher walked to another desk.
"Why don't you just do your work?" I asked her.
She turned and looked at me, with cold eyes. She stared into my eyes. My heart was starting to beat faster and faster.
At last she simply said "I dunno. Too hard." and went back to scribbling in her note book.
"It's easy, I said", explaining the formula.
She yawned and out her head down on the desk. "yeah, sure buddy"
"You know you're gonna fail if you don't study, right?"
She chuckled and turned her head to look at me "Eh, it's not like I'm gonna need this later or anything"
Anyway, one thing led to another, and we kept talking for the whole class, debating the usefulness of math class.
At the end, the teacher came back over to us.
"I don't suppose you did anything today Ms Jones?"
"You bet it Miss." She said with a smirk.
"Alice, I see you haven't done anything either. I'm surprised."
I looked down at my half finished notes.
"Miss, I'm so sorry, I got distracted and-"
"Sigh, this is important you know. I'll have to give both of you detention. I expected better from you Alice"
My heart dropped. I'd never had detention in my life.
"Guess I'll see you later." Ashley said, unfazed.
I walked out of class, my head hung low.
After my next class I headed to the detention room.
I'd only ever walked past it, never been inside before.
I sat down at an empty desk away from everyone else.
There was another teacher sitting at his desk, sipping his coffee and scrolling on his phone.
About 5 minutes later Ashley showed up.
I figured she'd be all calm, considering she'd been here about a million times, but her face showed concern.
She sat down next to me, not saying anything.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey." She replied, not looking up.
I looked out the window for a while, until the teacher got up.
"I gotta take care of something. I'll be back soon"
He left the room, and locked it. It seemed a little unnessecary, but I guess he didn't want us to run away."
I took out my notes and started to look over them.
"God, you're a nerd." Ashley said, looking over my shoulder.
"Hey!" I said, defensively.
"Sorry." She said. "I ain't trying to be mean, it's just, don't you ever do anything but study?"
I tried to detest, but she had a point. "Y- yeah, I do..."
"Okay." She said, and looked back down.
After ten minutes, the teacher still hadn't come back.
I was back to staring out the window, when I heard a small grunt.
I turned to Ashley. She seemed to be bothered by something, she was glancing around the room, bouncing impatiently.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine" she replied.
Another ten minutes. I looked at Ashley, who was now wriggling around, legs crossed, every now and then making a quiet moaning noise.
I had a good idea what her problem was.
"Do you need to pee?" I asked.
She looked at me, her face turning red.
"W- what? No! I'm fine" she said frustratedly.
I flinched. She stopped moving, still occaisionally shifting around when she thought I wasn't looking.
Something was definitely up, but I decided it was best not to ask questions.
5 more minutes.
"Ugh, where is that guy!?" She said angrily.
She was back to squirming around, and now had one hand buried in her crotch.
"Are you sure you don't need to pee?" I asked hesitantly, wondering if she was gonna punch me.
Her face went even more red before.
"N- no! I told you, I don't!" She said, flustered.
I kept looking at her.
"Argh... okay fine, maybe I have to pee." She said, staring at the floor.
It was an interesting change, seeing the toughest girl I knew, squirming around like a toddler.
She was now holding herself with both hands, legs constantly bouncing up and down.
Looking at her, I felt this weird tingly sensation.
Was I... getting turned on by this?
She caught me staring. "What are you looking at?"
I quickly averted my gaze. "N-nothing..."
"Ugh... fuck!" She exclaimed.
"I swear, if he's not back in 5 minutes I'm gonna piss myself!"
My face felt hot. I watched as she desperately tried to hold it, squeezing her legs together, softly moaning and rocking back and forth.
After another few minutes, I heard her say "shit!"
I looked to see a dark wet spot forming in the crotch of her jeans.
"Nononono- fuck! Why!?" she whined as more piss leaked out.
After a while she finished.
Ashley's face was fully red, with tears in her eyes.
"I- nngghhh..."
She put her head in her hands and started to cry.
I had know idea what to do. I never thought I'd see the day that Ashley Jones pissed herself and cried.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"What do you think!?" She snapped. "Argh! This is so embarrassing..."
I wasn't sure if I should try to comfort her, but I decided to take the risk.
I patted her back. "It'll be okay. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
She wiped her face, and looked at me.
"T- thanks Alice." She looked down and sniffled.
I pulled her in to a hug.
"I- hey!"
She didn't resist.
"You know I'm getting piss on you, right?"
I didn't care, in fact something about this was kind of hot.
I let her go, and she looked into my eyes, just as she did before, except she wasn't so scary this time.
What happened next, I did not expect.
She slowly moved her face closer to mine, and I did the same, and before I knew it we were kissing.
My mind and heart were racing. This day did not go at all how I had planned, and yet, I wouldn't want it any other way.
I heard the door open and I jumped back, nearly falling out of my seat.
The teacher walked in. He looked at us for a moment and then just shrugged.
"You two are free to go." He said, sitting back down.
We sat there for a moment.
Ashley got up, trying to use her jacket to hide the massive wet spot.
"Uh... thanks. For being so nice I mean." She said, looking off to the side.
I got up, packing my stuff away. I looked at her.
"Do you uh... wanna hang out next break?"
She made a small smile. "Sounds good."
She left the room, and I walked to my next class, my heart still beating fast.
That was probably the best experience of my life. |
*Good evening all! The following will be a continuation of my “A Desperate Movie” story I posted a few months ago. If you enjoy this one, please go back and check out the first story, as I go more in depth on this character Sara in it.*
Sara had finally landed her self a date after nearly a year and a half in college. She didn’t really know how to approach guys, and therefore didn’t. Thankfully, Sara didn’t need to worry about that, as someone in her Biology 201 class made the decision to approach her first. His name was Kenny, a senior at the college. Kenny was quite tall, with a scruffy beard and a bit of a “dad bod”, complete with beer gut and toned but not too toned arm muscles. He wasn’t quite Sara’s type, but she certainly wasn’t going to turn down a date from a relatively good-looking senior. Sara had been beating herself up a lot after her little accident at the movies a month ago, and it felt good to be desired by someone.
Sara arrived home from work late on the evening of the date, having to rush to shower and change. She donned a pink and white striped tube top, covering it with a lightweight, gray, long-sleeved button-up. She opted for a black thong (just in case) and a very tight pair of white jeans on the bottom. She completed her outfit with a pair of black three-inch heels just as Kenny knocked on the door of her apartment. He was dressed simply but nicely in a white dress shirt and gray dress pants. The two discussed dinner plans for a moment, finally settling on a highbrow Italian restaurant just outside of their college town.
About five minutes after they had gotten into Kenny’s truck and headed off, Sara remembered something. Shit… I forgot to piss. It wasn’t a serious issue, as Sara figured she could just use the bathroom at the restaurant. However, she did underestimate the length of the drive to the restaurant, which ended up taking about 45 minutes with traffic. Sara was definitely feeling the two large coffees she’d had at work by the time she stepped out of Kenny’s truck. Okay. Piss and then date… kinda gotta go. Sara thought calmly as they entered the restaurant.
”Hey, just gotta use the bathroom real quick before dinner.” Sara told Kenny. “All good. I’ll get our table.” Kenny replied. Sara walked slowly off to the bathroom, not wanting to seem desperate. She wasn’t, per se, but she was definitely getting there. As she entered the hallway for the bathroom she saw the sign; “Closed for cleaning”. The lack of anticipated relief sent a jolt through her bladder, forcing her to cross her thick legs and bounce subtly. Her large tits jiggled in her tube top as she did so. “Goddamnit… gotta fucking piss!” Sara hissed through clenched teeth. Okay… I don’t have to piss that bad. Just go back to the table and wait for the cleaning to be done. Sara steeled herself and returned to Kenny, getting anxious for relief.
”All good?” Kenny asked as Sara returned. “Yup. All good.” Sara lied. She didn’t know why she couldn’t say that the restrooms were closed. She must have been more nervous for this date than she first thought. Kenny offered her some wine, which she reluctantly accepted. Sara didn’t want to be rude to her date, nor did she want to pass up on the opportunity for free booze as a 20-year old. She took one glass, figuring it wouldn’t hit her that hard.
30 minutes later the pair received their food, and Sara was officially desperate. Above the table, she was the perfect image of neutrality. Beneath the table, Sara was frantic. Both knees bounced rapidly as she rubbed her large thighs furiously. Occasionally, she would tightly cross and recross her legs, desperately trying not to be too obvious. Sara was responding to Kenny, and even posing some questions of her own, but it was like her mouth was on autopilot. All of her thoughts were directed towards finding herself relief. When is that bathroom going to be fucking readyyyyy… I gotta piss so bad!
As Kenny finished his meal, he poured himself another glass of wine. While he was doing so, Sara watched a young lady come out of the bathroom hallway looking quite relieved. The bathrooms had to have been reopened. This renewed anticipation, along with the splashing sounds of the wine, caused Sara to let a very small spurt of piss into her black thong. “Mmh!” Sara let out a desperate moan. She clenched her crossed legs and grabbed the seat of her chair, immediately stopping the leak. She couldn’t prevent Kenny from noticing her distress, however. “You alright? You look flushed.” Sara turned even redder with embarrassment, her bladder begging to relax again. “Uh… y-yeah. Just gotta… wash my face.” Sara said before quickly standing and speed walking towards the bathrooms. “Okay then. I’ll meet you outside!” Kenny said, clearly believe that Sara was in a whole other predicament.
Sara, of course, found a line of girls out the door of the bathroom as she arrived in the hallway. She counted at least 10 people waiting either in the bathroom or the hallway. “Fuck fuck fuuuuckkk!” Sara whispered sharply. She crossed her arms over her chest and bounced frantically, her tits jiggling. Sara’s only options were now either waiting in this line or enduring a desperate ride home with a cute guy she barely knew. In terms of levels of embarrassment, it was a no-brainer. Sara quickly got in line, absolutely bursting. Oh man… I have to go have to go!
Sara was still trying with every ounce of energy she had to conceal her desperation, but that was becoming more difficult. Sara leaned on the hallway wall with one hand, fingers drumming on the wall. Her other hand lay on her waist while she continued bouncing and her foot impatiently tapped. Her heel clicked on the brick hallway floor. She felt the dampness in the crotch of her thong. Unintentionally, Sara started thinking about her last accident, remembering the embarrassment of bursting in public. However, she also remembered the relief of letting go after holding so long. And damn did the warmth feel good. Sara immediately regretted this as her bladder let out a second, larger spurt, this time with an audible hiss. “Mmmmm… nonononono!” She put both hands on her wide hips, stomping in place desperately to stop the flow. Her heels clacked loudly on the brick. The line hadn’t even moved. “Come oooooon… Goddamn I gotta piss!” Sara hissed through gritted teeth while doing a cross-armed potty dance.
Sara inspected the damage on her white jeans. She was not surprised to see the golf ball sized wet spot. However, she was surprised that she could see part of her black thong through the wet crotch. Sara’s stomach dropped when she realized that she couldn’t leak again, lest Kenny (and everyone) start to see more of her lingerie. She kept her arms crossed, now crossing her legs tight and beginning to bounce again. “Gotta stop leaking… Can’t fucking piss myself… God I need to piss really fucking bad!” Right as Sara finished her thought, a restaurant employee informed the line that the bathrooms would be closing due to a main water break. Sara nearly leaked again out of anger and shock. She now had no other option than to have Kenny take her home so she could finally pee. She tied her button up around her waist to hide her leaks, then performed one more quick potty dance before hurrying out to Kenny’s truck. Gotta fucking piss… gotta fucking hold it. Sara moaned internally.
Kenny asked Sara if she was okay before they headed out, and she tried her best to seem normal. As she sat in the truck, she felt her bladder spasm, forcing her to grab her thighs with white knuckles. Sara did not want to leak in her date’s truck. She began to rub her thighs furiously again, barely even being able to speak due to pure desperation. Sara was giving her date one-word answers, hoping he would think she was simply tired. Please just fucking hurry! I’m about to wet myself! Sara begged Kenny silently. About 15 minutes from her apartment, Kenny hit a bump in the road, leading to another hot spurt of urine entering Sara’s jeans. She clenched with all her might to stop, but not before she felt wetness spread to her ass. Fuck me… I have to piss so baaaad! Sara was slowly losing control. But she also needed to make it, for her pride and dignity’s sake.
By the time Kenny pulled up to her building, Sara could’ve cared less about her date. She dashed out of the truck immediately, mustering a half-assed “Had a great time, thanks!” The second Sara was in the building and out of Kenny’s sight, she broke into the most desperate pee dance she had ever performed, jamming her hands into her wet crotch. “Almost there… Just the elevator… Then I can FINALLY piss!”
Sara waited for the elevator dancing like mad. The elevator opened to reveal Sara’s upstairs neighbor, an old woman whose name Sara couldn’t recall. She immediately moved her hands to her sides to hide her need, and nodded a greeting to the woman while rushing into the elevator. She hit her floor’s button (the 3rd), and with no added hold on her bladder, proceeded to spurt again. This leak was so forceful that some of it it shot through her panties and jeans and splattered loudly on the elevator’s linoleum floor. The old woman was too hard of hearing to notice the sound, but Sara was still mortified anyway. Sara rubbed both thighs, the sides now wet with piss, and then bounced from foot to foot with her arms crossed, heels once again clicking with her desperate steps. The elevator felt like it was moving at a snail’s pace “Come on come on come oooooon… God I just need to fucking piiiiiss!” Sara hissed in frustration.
Sara absolutely bolted out of the elevator as it reached her floor, getting to her door in record time. She danced while fishing her keys out of her purse, one hand on her soaked crotch. “Ohhhhh fuck I’m almost fucking there… Gotta get to the fucking bathroom!” Sara was now speaking aloud out of pure distress. She flipped through her keys while nearly running in place. “Come on… come oooooon!” Sara growled as she finally got the key in the lock.
Sara practically fell into her apartment as she opened her door. Her bathroom was open at the end of the main hall, the toilet calling to her. The mere sight of it sent two more large squirts out of her. Sara clamped down on her crotch with both hands while scissoring her legs. As soon as she stopped the stream, she bolted towards the toilet, undoing her jeans button as she ran. A small, steady leak was flowing out of Sara by the time she reached it. She strained to clench her tired pelvic muscles one more time, legs smashed together. “Hold it hold it hold iiiit… God, I’m so close!” Sara was now in basically the same situation she was at the movie theater a month ago. Less than two feet from a toilet, completely soaked with pee and having already practically wet herself, but refusing to give in. She ripped her zipper down and then tore away her jeans and thong. Pee was shooting out of her before Sara could even sit down, and when she did, it thrashed against the bowl with seemingly superhuman force. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuckkkk I had to piss so bad!!” Sara moaned loudly as she released nearly 12 hours worth of piss, the feeling almost orgasmic.
Sara peed for over a minute and a half before finally emptying. She sighed in pure relief before hesitantly inspecting the damage her clothing had taken. Her white jeans were soaked down to the ankles, her thong dripping wet. Sara had forgotten to kick off her heels, which were also soaked. Even her button up, still wrapped around her waist, had taken some damage due to the pure amount of urine she had released before finally reaching the toilet. Sara spotted the trail of piss leading to her bathroom and blushed heavily. “Can’t believe I fucking pissed myself again!” She grumbled.
Sara cleaned up the floors and showered, putting her soaking clothes in the washer. And just as she was chastising herself for blowing her date with Kenny, she got a call from him. He, it seemed, had barely noticed Sara’s night of desperation, and wanted another date with her. She happily obliged, not knowing that this relationship would lead to many desperate situations in the future.
To be continued… |
This is a college AU featuring Luz Noceda and Amity Blight from The Owl House. All characters are aged up to 18+ here.
WARNING: There is a scene where sex is heavily implied
Amity's POV:
As I started to check my work for the 3rd time, I noticed a small sensation below my abdomen. I had to pee. I didn't have to go that badly though, and the exam's almost over anyways. Just 20 minutes left, that's plenty of time to check my work a few more times before handing in my paper.
After spotting a few minor mistakes that would've costed me a few marks off from perfect, I'm finally satisfied with my paper after checking it over 5 times. I raise my hand to indicate that I'm ready to hand in my exam with 5 minutes left to spare. As the TA walks over, I glance over at Luz, sitting 3 rows below me to my right. She has her legs crossed and is squirming a little as she's writing the fastest I've ever seen her write before. The TA picks up my paper and tells me that I can leave now.
I walk out the classroom and debate immediately going to the washroom. The exam will be over soon anyways, and I want to ask Luz to hang out at my dorm afterwards. My urge to pee increased a little, but it's still not that bad yet. I don't want to go and have her leave before I'm able to catch her. I decide to stay and wait a few minutes.
A few minutes pass and students start to file out, grumbling about how difficult the exam was. I hope it didn't go too badly for Luz. Hopefully, my tutoring sessions with her this past week helped her. I see Willow and Gus walk out.
"Amity!" Willow exclaimed. "How was it?"
"It was a bit harder than I expected it to be, but I think I got everything." I replied.
"It was a do-able exam, but it was a bit long." Gus chipped in.
"It's a good thing I studied, cause that was a brutal exam." Willow replied.
"AMITY!" Luz exclaimed as she walked out. I immediately got pulled into a standard Luz bear hug. Under normal circumstances, I lov- I mean like Luz's hugs. But being squeezed reminded me that I had to pee.
"That exam was so hard, but I remembered the lessons you taught me and I think I managed to pass, thanks to you!" Luz exclaimed as she final let go of me.
"What was the answer to the last question? The one with the Blackroot Quills and Iron Ash?" Willow queried.
As Gus started to explain how the answer was dependent on the phase of the moon, I noticed that Luz was standing cross legged in our group circle. Right, she didn't get a chance to pee yet...
"...And so, you gotta double down to a four-to-one ratio." Gus finished.
"I didn't understand most of that, but ok..." Willow replied.
We talked about the exam a little more and I noticed that Luz was squirming a bit. I mean, how could I not notice with how close she was standing next to me.
"Well, I'm exhausted after that exam, so I think I'll just head home now. Bye everyone!" Willow said.
Gus followed along with her leaving me alone with Luz. Perfect, now I can ask her to hang at my dorm now.
"So Luz, since it's the weekend now, do you wanna hang out at my place for a while, maybe watch a movie or something?" I asked.
"Sure!" Luz replied.
We started to walk in the direction of my dorm, when suddenly, Luz doubled over.
"Actually, could we find a bathroom before we leave this building, I need to pee. Badly." Luz stated.
Oh Titan, this was something I've fantasized about a lot. Hearing about my crush telling me about how badly she needs to pee. In my fantasies, I always manage to find some way to make her hold it longer, until she no longer can't... But I know it's wrong to do that to her in real life. At least not without her consent...
"Sure, I kinda need to pee myself too. I don't think there's any on this floor though so let's check the floor below." I replied.
Luz nodded and followed me to the elevator. I was surprised at how openly she was holding herself as we walked into it. A hand was grabbing her crotch as she did a potty dance. Shifting her weight back and forth and squeezing her legs together. She wasn't kidding when she said she needed to go badly. As the elevator went down a level, she doubled over again and I saw her squeeze her crotch a bit harder.
"Ughhh." Luz groaned in a worried tone of pained urgency. "I'm sorry Amity, this is so embarrassing."
I blushed at the sight and the statement and replied, "No worries Luz, it was a long exam. We're almost there, so just hold it a little longer!"
The thought of that interaction lingered in my head for a while as Luz got out of the elevator before I did. The doors almost closed on me as I got out.
"Oooooooh, gotta go gotta go GOTTA GO!!" Luz chanted as she hobbled towards the bathroom.
She pushed on the door, but was dismayed when it didn't open.
"Nononono. Please don't tell me-"
"They must've locked it for the night already" I noted.
She crossed her left leg over her right, doubled over, and squeezed her crotch with both hands.
"Ugh huh huhggg. What am I going to do? I have to go soooo badly!" Luz whined as she squirmed around.
"My place is only 10 minutes away, do you think you can make it there?" I suggested.
"I- I'm not sure" Luz responded. "I'll try I guess."
I grabbed one of her hands to comfort her. "I believe in you, you can make it Luz" I said encouragingly.
Luz's eyes lit up a little at my words. "Ok, I'll try my best to hold it in until we get to your place." Luz replied.
We continued to hold hands as we walked towards my dorm. Something I didn't intend to do, but I was very happy that we were doing it. We were walking pretty slowly so it would probably take us closer to 15 minutes. And there were frequent stops so that she could hold herself. I felt my crotch tingle at the thought of the situation, or maybe it was the fact that I also still needed to pee, or maybe both. But now was not the time to have these thoughts. My friend is in pain and I need to help her get through this difficult situation. I subconsciously grabbed my crotch with my hand and started rubbing a little...
"Oh wow, you need to go quite badly too, huh?" Luz asked.
I quickly realized what she meant and removed my hand from my crotch. Blushing a little, no, a lot, I replied "NO! I mean yes, I mean yeah a little, but it's not that bad..."
"It's ok Amity, I'm just glad I'm not the only one with a full bladder at the moment." Luz replied with a smile. It almost felt like she was a bit too happy when she made that statement...
We continued to walk towards my dorm, when Luz suddenly stopped walking and doubled over again.
"Uhhh, oooooooh" I heard her moan. "I think I leaked a little..." Luz said.
My heart gave a flutter as I saw her slowly remove her hands to inspect the damage. I wasn't able to see anything since it was dark out.
"It's not noticeable, we're almost at my place, just a few more minutes!" I said encouragingly.
Luz hobbled a bit forward and then said "Yep, I definitely leaked. My panties feel damp."
Now my panties felt a bit damp after that statement. Except I knew mine wasn't from pee.
We finally made it to the lobby of my dorm. I clicked the button to call the elevator as I lived on the 3rd floor. As we waited for the elevator, Luz leaned against the wall, then doubled over and moaned, "hggmmmmmm, I have to pee so so badly!" She was tightly gripping her crotch. The elevator finally arrived and we got on.
She did another potty dance in the elevator. She kept shifting her feet back and forth. Then she'd lean doubled over against the elevator wall. She'd squeeze her legs together and that entire time she'd have her hands grabbing her crotch. She repeated this dance a few times.
I looked down at her crotch and I noticed a small dark patch on her pants. I could've sworn I saw it get bigger and then the elevator door opened.
We continued holding hands as we walked along the hallway to my dorm. I had to slow down a lot to allow her to hobble her way there. I let go of her hand to grab my keys and she immediately used it to help her other hand in grabbing her crotch. It only took a few seconds for me to grab my keys and open the door. But the entire time, she must've chanted "Gotta pee, gotta pee!" like a dozen times.
Finally, I opened my dorm room and pointed in the direction of the washroom. She rushed in there and pulled down her pants and panties without bothering to close the door. I could see that her pink panties were indeed soaked and that she was leaking pee down her legs before she sat down on my toilet seat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned, in great relief. The sound of her torrent of pee hitting the water in my toilet bowl was also very loud. I grabbed my crotch as I felt my own bladder spasm in response. I must've been staring a bit too long with my face being super red because it wasn't until she said "Are you enjoying the show?" that I realized I had been staring the entire time.
I turned my face away in embarrassment, I felt it heat up a lot, but managed to squeak out a quiet "yes".
Suddenly, she stopped her stream, stood up, and walked towards me without pulling up her pants, pee still dripping from her exposed crotch. "I seem to remember you needing to pee too" she stated, while looking at my legs. I looked down, I had my legs tightly crossed the entire time.
"I still have a lot of pee left in this balloon, and I find it hot that you do too. How about we take this over to your bed?" She says seductively with a big smirk on her face. I had a big stupid smile on my face and nodded. "I would love to" I said.
FIN
A/N: This story was inspired by a real life event that I experienced. After writing an exam with my crush in the same class, we stood outside the exam room with a group of friends for a while to discuss how hard the exam was. After the rest of our friend group left, I suggested watching a TV show at my place and my crush agreed (I think it was just an episode of ATLA, but I don't remember). But she had to use the washroom first. She did a full on potty dance in front of me showing me how desperately she needed to pee. I think she would've peed her pants if we didn't find a washroom in the next 10 or so minutes. Luckily, there were open and available bathrooms in the building despite being so late at night. So we both went to empty our post exam bladders before heading to my place. That's where my fic here diverges from real life and I started writing about a fantasy of mine, about what I wished happened that night.
Edited August 5 by Golden Guard
Added content warning
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My 9th writing, was sitting on this story's idea for a few weeks now. Hope you enjoy!
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Mali [F] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional.
Yuta [M] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making.
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Yuta and Mali have always had fun with omo. No matter what they do, or what happens, how it happens, they love seeing each other pee in unsuspecting scenarios. Yuta recently learned what it was like to be on the receiving end of desperation in a holding contest, and found it scary but thrilling. Since then, Mali did further research on omo things she could do, and brewed up an exciting plan.
She'd picked out a day they both had off, and put together a starter list of rapid desperation ideas for Yuta to give her, (how organized).
"So by doing all this you can weaken your own bladder?" Yuta asked, both of them sitting on their bed.
"Yep! This makes it so the need to go comes more often and I'm left unharmed!" Mali says. She smirks. "Wanna try it out?" She leans over onto him sensually and murmurs "...you can be in control."
"Sure. I like the sound of that." he snickers.
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"Alright, here's how this is going to work. Starting now, you'll drink a full 12 oz/350 mL glass of water, and do so again at the start of each hour. You'll do this three times, and over the three hours, go to the bathroom twice, once at the 1hr 30min mark and again at 3 hrs. After that, you'll drink 8 oz/235 mL every 30 minutes for 2 hours, and can again go twice, once per hour. Last, at the end of your preparation, you must drink 6 oz/175 mL every 15 minutes thereafter. We'll see how long you last from there."
"Whoa, these numbers make it sound like a workout routine!" Mali glowed.
"I'll add in some challenges here and there to make things more difficult. Any questions?"
Mali thought the implications of 'we'll see how long you last' was a bit ominous, but decided not to ask about it. She did have something for him though.
"What's the towel for?" Yuta had set aside a towel in the corner of their small living room.
"Emergency usage."
Another ominous remark!
She proceeded with her tasks, knowing the road up ahead would be bumpy and would want to make her leak!
It's 10 AM, Mali used the bathroom and started with her first drink. She was wearing a dark gray tank top, a white denim skirt, and pink underwear. To kill time, she and Yuta laid in their bedroom and started a show called Breaking Not-So-Bad. It was about marijuana dealer trying to get business in U.S. states where cannabis wasn't legal yet. Lots of their friends said it was really good.
An hour passes, and she starts her second drink. She hardly feels anything at this point, so engrossed in the show to not think about bathroom use at all. Soon at 11:30 she's obligated to empty her tank, even if it's mostly empty to begin with.
Noon arrives and she starts on her third glass. Apart from the show, she notices a little creep on her bladder, but more pressingly just how much water she drank so far. She wasn't used to this much fluid in her stomach and was doing her best to ease into it. Throughout the hour, her urges steadily crept from mild, to moderate, to suddenly uncomfortable by ten minutes from her next bathroom break. She shifted herself impatiently over this time, catching the eye of her BF.
"Already starting to feel it?"
"Eh, not really. Just...waiting for my next break." Mali responded.
"So you're feeling it."
"Fine. I guess." She didn't want to admit it.
1:00 PM shows up and Mali is semi-relieved this time, as opposed to last. As she leaves the bathroom into the kitchen, Yuta stops her.
"We're entering phase 2, so it's time for some new conditions. 1. Every third drink now has to be tea. 2. If you leak into any piece of your clothes, you have to take that piece off."
"Wow, such a subtle way to get me nude you perv," she said snarkily. But she gladly accepted.
As the hour further nears 1:30, Mali realizes the level of intensity she unwittingly signed up for. She was already nearing the same desperation she felt before her last bathroom trip, and she still had a half hour and 8 oz/235 mL of water to get through!
2:00 approaches, and Mali is squirming at the bed, full of hydration and pee. She feels that a leak may be coming if she doesn't get relief soon. Her arms placed off to her sides, giving her lower torso breathing space, and pushing down on the cushions as a resistance effort.
"You can do it," says Yuta.
"Shut it, I'm fine. Just don't know how long I can stay dry..."
She walks off to the bathroom, taking her time as she goes. She makes it in, throws down her skirt, and lets go with a satisfied sigh. Mali made it. She wraps up, stands up, and goes to pull everything back up, when she sees in horror, a faint, spread wet spot on her panties. How did I not notice it? she wonders. The only reasonable explanation is that some slipped out of her completely unaware some time ago, given how it wasn't exactly wet but widened quite a bit. So my bladder is weakening that much? She was in for a storm.
With her skirt on, she walks back to the bedroom and sets her damp underwear beside Yuta on the floor.
"One down," he smirks. "Oh, and when you grab your next water, it would be a big help if you could water the plants in the back. There's been no rain lately. You think you could do that?"
Mali gets jittery. Leaning over, working with water, and you want me outside?? "Y-yes sir," she agrees reluctantly, excited, nervous, and crazed all at once. She downs her glass fast so it doesn't concern her during work. She doesn't know that she made her own fatal error; her bladder already was filling back up.
The couple's backyard was secluded, but not private. They lived in a suburban area, and had tall, 6ft/2m wooden fence posts lining the yard. However, some neighboring houses have windows high enough to overlook those posts. Despite this, Mali knew there would be no one able to see into their yard that day - all their neighbors were out working. Despite that though, being outside didn't make her situation and less innately fear-inducing.
Her bladder was filling moderately quick now, her kidneys working at a faster pace. Even so, her bladder muscles had already been tampered with several times today, and have taken quite a beating. No matter how hard she tried, she would need a miracle to pass this trial.
First was filling the watering can. Just bending over to fill it from a spout was a risk. She filled it, all while clouding her mind to distract herself from the noise. While that was bad, watering the plants was worse.
*pshhbshbshbsh*
It literally sounds like someone peeing!! She yelled internally.
She had this plus a small breeze every now and then reminding her of her risqué clothing situation.
Mali plunged along, fighting through rising urges and influential environmental stimuli. By 2:30, her legs were crossed, only having a few more plants to water. Each trip to the spout was painful and she was reaching yet again her no-leak limit. She knew she hadn't yet, she would feel this one if it happened. She was so focused that she hardly noticed Yuta walking over to her with a glass of iced tea. She saw him, broke concentration, and...
*dripdripdrip fssshhht*
"ah damnit.....fuck," she sighed. She looked down. The grass below her sparkled, and the backside of her skirt grew a darker shade of white before Yuta could say anything.
"It was only for 2 seconds, but that definitely counts," he said.
"Damn. No one was looking right?" She said as she put her knees together, looking beyond the fence.
"No one but me."
"Thank god. At least I don't have to water anymore."
Yuta looked at her with a puzzled, suggestive expression.
"No. Seriously? You want me to....No. No way, with no skirt on?! Nothing at all?!?"
He nodded confidently.
"Cmon! With only a few plants left! Jeez!" Mali scoffed. Being outside nearly pissing herself was stressful enough, and now Yuta wanted her to do it bottomless?! He was insane!
Unfortunately for her, she was not willing to back down from a challenge, no matter the ludicrousy. So she took it. She took one good look around her surroundings, clear. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She took a few mandatory sips of iced tea, and in one fluid motion, dropped her skirt.
*pssh*
"Mmm!" she froze, took a few seconds, recuperated, and stood back up to finish what she started.
She could feel her bladder filling by the drop at this point. Even with haste she barely could stand straight, the pressure on her muscles was so great. She watered away, and finally approached the last plant, bottom half exposed to the elements.
Yuta spoke up. "It's 2:37 now and it doesn't seem like you'll make it to 3:00. I'll allow you to "water" this last plant yourself, but only for 8 seconds."
Mali's eyes widened and wasted no time frantically crouching down over the plant and letting loose.
"8,"
*fshhhh-*
"7, 6,"
*FSHHHHHHHHHHH*
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Stop!"
*SHHHHhhhhhmm...*
Mali let out a heavy sigh. It took everything she had in her to stop that stream on time. She was honestly amazed she did it in the first place. Everything near her bladder tightened up quick, and although it helped a lot, it felt like very temporary relief, as Mali would correctly guess. If her bladder was originally at 95% capacity, it felt like it only reduced to 80%. She hurried inside, out of sight of any hidden public eye. She downed the rest of her tea, not sure if she could drink anything more, and continued her journey once more.
Mali arrived at 3:00 PM, and faithfully hurried to the restroom and let out her last allotted tank before 'seeing how long she would last thereafter.' It surprised her when she made sure she let everything out and it wasn't her biggest emptying. Her bladder had simply become that feeble.
The couple moved on from Breaking Not-So-Bad to a single-player video game that they passed back and forth. Mali was now drinking almost a full cup of water every 15 minutes, and her stakes were extremely high. Mali remembers a scene very similar to this way back when she was testing the limits of her bladder under normal circumstances. She was playing games, no bottom, achieving high desperation, now with another person in the room. She explained this to her BF.
"Oh is that right? Speaking of, how are you doing now?" he questioned smugly.
"Oh, not too great," she said, squirming, sweating, and showing general signs of discomfort.
"It's 3:14, almost time for another round."
"Holy shit can I even drink anything anymore?" she noted, somewhat jokingly. Her stomach area had expanded out noticeably, the pressure of both bladder and stomach compounding on each other.
Some time passes and Mali can no longer drink. Yuta is currently finishing a level at 3:47 and Mali paces squeamishly around the room. She has the ability to hold out, so she'll try her best to hold out. Pee slowly dribbles down her leg as she watches him clear the stage and enter her final turn.
She kneels down to the controller. *pst* half a second It's a short level. She trembles with the controller, steadying her progress toward the end. *Fmmm* 2 seconds A small area on the carpet was densely soaked.
Keep going, she thought. It was all she thought.
"You got this," Yuta encouraged.
She reached the goal. Her expression remained unchanged. *twitch* *ps* a few drops She stood up, pee and sweat beading and trickling down the backside of her legs.
"You've done great. I gotta use the bathroom now, hold just one second," Yuta scurried away.
"NO!" she uttered desperately. She shoved her hands through her tank to her crotch.
*Fsshh* *pssh*
There was no stopping it now. Very slowly as to wait out Yuta's literal gatekeeping pee leaked through Mali's tank top, her legs glued together, shaking as they try and seal the dam shut the best they can. She barely had time left before her muscles failed. She heard Yuta taking a piss when she remembered something vital. In a final ditch effort, Mali hurries over to the towel on the floor.
She takes it and folds it as much as she can, all while golden drops land rapidly at low pressure on the carpeted floor. She moves the towel between her legs, and continues for seconds more to hold off the floodgates. Then...
*fmmMMMMMMMM-*
Everything spills into the towel. As one part soaks, Mali rearranges it to soak a dry part. The toilet flushes from inside the bathroom. Mali makes her way over to the door, still trying to keep her balancing act up as the towel grows heavier by the second. The sink starts. Pee continues flowing. The sink stops. Finally as the towel reaches max capacity, Yuta opens the door and both individuals fly by each other. The towel drips as Mali stumbles into the bathroom and on the toilet.
*HISSSSSSS-* *FLAP*
She rests on the toilet and throws the dripping towel into the shower. Her stream roars into the bowl, the door still open, Yuta watching subtly. She lets out several exhausting breaths before her stream diminishes into a trickle, and last to nothing.
"You did a good job," he says.
Mali grabs the towel and looks up. "I could really throw this at you right now and not feel sorry."
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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Apologies for any errors I may have missed. If you liked it and want more, check my profile for 8 more stories similar to this. Also, if you want to see these two act in a different situation, lmk what that is and maybe I'll turn it into a piece one day. Thanks again! |
Howdy, I've been lurking on here for a while and finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I am not a writer I have never written a story before, but I've been thinking of trying my hand at it for a while and so here we are. I wrote this at 4 in the morning after work and only proof read it a few times so please forgive my poor grammar. That being said criticism is welcome and much appreciated and if y'all enjoy it then I might try my hand again.
Amber, a 23 year old woman, was just getting off work. She was wearing her uniform, a white blouse, tight blue jeans with plain white panties underneath, and black non-slip sneakers with her brunette hair tied up into a ponytail. Amber was a petite woman at 5 feet even, a chest she often wished was bigger and an ass she was happy could get her the occasional good tip. She was staring up at the night sky from atop a parking garage. Cigarette smoke drifted into the air as she took another drag. The stars… they were bright and beautiful. Perfect for relaxing after a long day at work. Her hair fluttered in the wind as she glanced back into her car to grab a drink. She took the last sip of black coffee, a habit she picked up from working at the diner, and relaxed back into the view of the night sky. Down below were the flickering lights of a busy city. A few minutes went by as she enjoyed the nice view. Suddenly she felt a strong pressure in her bladder and instinctively crossed her legs. “Shit” she thought. Memories of work slowly drifted back to her. Amber had put off using the restroom throughout her shift. She tried to lie to herself and say it was the busy diner not giving her enough time but in the back of her mind there was one simple truth. It felt good. For as long as she could remember she had always enjoyed the weirdly nice sensation and pressure of a full bladder. This time however, absorbed in the afterwork view it caught her by surprise. Embarrassed, she quickly uncrossed her legs and looked around, “Good. Nobody saw that.” she thought. A slight blush slowly engulfed her face. She’s always been shy, especially when it comes to… bodily needs. The thought of someone seeing her in an act of blatant desperation sent panic and cringe through Amber’s veins. She took one last look at the beautiful scenery from her vantage point, one sweet drag of her cigarette and got back into her car. “This is bad, I can't make it home. I better find somewhere to stop.” In the safety of her car she quickly crossed her legs as the pressure in her admittedly small bladder finally began to spike. After 20 seconds of struggling the pressure subsided and Amber quickly put her car in drive in search of relief.
“What the fuck another red light” Amber said to herself as she sat idly in her car waiting slowly for the traffic light to turn green. As she waited the pressure in her bladder which had been steadily growing throughout her 30 minute drive spiked yet again. A moan escaped Amber’s lips as she quickly squeezed her thighs together. This time it wasn’t enough. The coffee from her long day was trickling into her bladder and she was forced to put her left hand in between her legs and squeeze her crotch. With the added help she was able to make it through the light dry, but taking her hand out of her lap to keep on driving was pure agony. Driving slowly to avoid bumps Amber made her way to the closest store. Her mind constantly on the growing pressure between her legs. Not paying attention Amber almost missed the car in front of her slamming the brakes, reacting just in time Amber managed to slam her own brakes and come to a halt. As the seat belt dug into her bladder an intense pain engulfed Amber, quickly she slammed her thighs together and dug one hand deep between her legs but it wasn’t enough. A small quick spurt escaped her. With a gasp Amber tried to stop the leak and after a few moments managed to stem the flow. She felt the warm liquid seep into her panties and the intense relief almost spelled the end for her dry jeans, but she managed to hold on. Stealing a glance at her lap she was relieved to find that it hadn’t soaked through to the front of her jeans. But she could feel her soaked panties clinging warmly to her and knew that another spurt would show on her for the moment dry jeans. At first the damp warmth had felt good against her skin but as it cooled it only added to her desperation. Showing her body how easy it would be to just let go and teasing it with the constant wetness. A reminder that despite letting out just a quick spurt she still had an ocean waiting to be released.
“Fuuuuck” Amber whined as yet another wave pushed against her urethra. “Almost there, almost there, almost there! I can’t fucking wet myself girls my age don’t wet themselves!” Despite what she said Amber was beginning to have doubts. As she turned into the parking lot of a local grocery chain another wave crashed against her tightly closed thighs. A desperate moan again left Amber's lips as she parked the car and pushed her hands deep between her legs. Even with the added support there was nothing Amber could do to prevent another, longer, spurt from rewarming her already soaked panties. This time however, Amber could feel the warm wetness slowly wet her hands. Tensing up every muscle she could she finally managed to stop the slow trickle leaving her body. “Fuck this is bad.” Amber thought to herself dreading looking down to assess the damage. Slowly Amber removed her hand and looked down at her lap. A small baseball size wet patch adorned the crotch of her tight jeans. As the piss that pooled in her lap slowly leaked down into her seat Amber could feel she had a sizable wet spot on her ass as well. As the warmth slowly faded from her jeans it was replaced by an intense burning in her cheeks as her face flushed red. “Oh my God… this can’t be happening.” The realization that she was slowly wetting herself was finally setting in. While her bladder was still burning inside her the wetness between her legs and now visibly on her jeans embarrassed Amber immensely.
Slowly after fighting a losing battle against her bladder Amber mustered up the courage to open her car door and hobble over to the restroom inside the store. The first step would be Amber's greatest hurdle. As she swung her leg out of the car slowly she could feel another wave of desperation about to hit and as her foot hit the ground jostling her delicate bladder she felt herself lose control once again. Hand buried in her crotch Amber couldn’t prevent another small leak from escaping her bladder and joining in with the warm pee already adorning the crotch of her jeans. She watched as the baseball sized wet patch on her jeans slowly expanded by a few inches and worked its way towards her thigh. Cheeks bright with shame Amber slowly walked to the door, thighs tightly squeezed together and a hand buried into her crotch. She had no other choice if she removed her hand the dam would burst. She absolutely could not let that happen girl’s simply do not wet their pants at her age.
Finally reaching door Amber was in crisis mode. The pressure in her bladder was well past the “pleasurable” phase and was simply painful. Every little bounce or movement she made almost forced more pee into her slightly wet blue jeans. “Awww damn it!” Amber whined “I can’t believe I’m dancing around pissing my pants like a little girl.” Flushed with embarrassment Amber reached out her hand to open the door -*clang*- the sound of a door banging against a lock was the only sound Amber heard. “No no no this can’t be happening.” Amber said aloud as panic slowly set in. The Pressure in her bladder spiked as the realization that she pulled into a closed store set in. So close to relief she wasn’t prepared to have to find another place to relieve herself. The spike in pressure forced Amber to dig her fingers into her pussy and jump around on the spot in an attempt to keep her pee inside. Suddenly against Amber’s will her aching bladder gave up and forcefully pushed her piss through her soaked panties and into her blue jeans. Stunned Amber felt the warm liquid being forced out of her soak into her jeans. With tears in her eyes she stopped trying to fight it and let the angelic relief flood through her body. Amber looked down watching as the crotch of her jeans started to glisten with all the pee being forced through them. The glistening wetness blossomed across her crotch and quickly started making its way down her thigh soaking the denim as it flowed down her leg, over her knee, and out the hem of her jeans. The piss quickly filled up her black sneakers and a puddle began to form around her as hours of pent up urine kept flooding down her jeans. 2 minutes went by as Amber enjoyed the relief of finally letting go of the flood, her jeans absolutely soaked. While the last trickles of pee slowly made its way down her soaked legs and into the massive puddle on the now darkened pavement Amber was finally able to take in her mess. Hesitantly Amber looked down to assess the damage. The entire crotch of her jeans had a massive wet patch where her pee had soaked into the fabric. This patch had worked its way down her legs leaving nothing behind but a few dry spots of fabric in an ocean of piss soaked clothing. While she didn’t have it in her to look Amber could feel that the pee had worked its way up her ass and all down her backside. There was nothing she could do at 23 years old she had just desperately wet her pants like a little girl, unable to hold it until she could make it to the restroom. “Fuck I… I just wet myself, I completely pissed my jeans” Amber spoke to herself in shock, her face somehow managing to turn an even deeper shape of red. However, in the back of her mind she was wondering “Why did it feel so good? Why do I enjoy the warm feeling of my sticky pee soaked jeans clinging to my body? Is something wrong with me?” Thoroughly ashamed of wetting herself Amber dug into her back pocket. Pulling out a now crushed slightly wet at the bottom pack of Camel’s. She lit another Cigarette. Inhaling slowly Amber allowed the buzz of nicotine to wash away some of the stress created by the puddle she was still standing in. As Amber finished her cigarette and the last of her pee finished dripping off the cuffs of her jeans she slowly walked to her car, started the engine, and drove off on her wet car ride home. When she got back to her apartment she walked head down through the parking lot avoiding looking in the direction of people as she heard her shoes squelching with each step she took. Finally getting inside she took one last look at her wet clothes in the mirror, peeled them off and took a hot shower being left to ponder just why… Why did the sensation of her filling bladder and the euphoric release of peeing her jeans feel so shamefully good? |
Spoilers for Dangan V3, tags apply.
First crack at it. More Soon(TM)
A Cruddy Job
Waving her pass towards the guards stationed at the front, Maki Harukawa found herself within the gates of Whitaker Mansion, the setting of the titular brand’s annual fashion show. Quickly entering the building itself and taking the stairs down to the basement. Once there, she took a left turn and entered the wine storage room. Between the third and fourth barrels was a slightly larger than normal gap, and she squeezed herself through the gap in order to access the briefcase that was smuggled in by her assistant. She felt the weight of the briefcase and the sniper within. Unfortunately, she also couldn’t resist the urge to let out an airy fart, hands on the knees as she released her gas. Even though she didn’t relieve much of either of her urgent bathroom needs, the narrow space behind the wine barrels began to reek of her rancid odor. Maki slightly blushed as she worked her way back across the gap (pressing on her stomach in the process) and proceeded to retrace her steps up to the ground floor.
If she had time to empty herself prior to the actual hit, she would have done it a long time ago. She departed with plenty of room to spare, but as she made her way to the mansion, she got held up numerous times, some as innocent as an unusually busy rush hour, while others being more malicious, such as a scare when she picked up on a potential stalker. As she had to begrudgingly turn away from the mansion, she managed to shake off the stalker at the cost of her cushion, both in terms of spare time slowly diminishing and the white fabric of Maki’s panties which were in serious danger of being painted yellow and brown.
The yellow portion was already starting to become reality, as the assassin felt herself leak into her underwear while climbing the flight of stairs. She needed to reach the top story in order to access the view she was going to, which meant climbing four flights of stairs. If one had proven tough enough to force a spurt of urine into her panties, god knows what four would do to them. In fact, now that Maki had to focus on keeping her bladder at bay, she accidentally let out a brazen fart in front of a small group of people. She felt the heat start to rise up to her cheeks as they took on a pinkish hue. Although they certainly weren’t appreciative at first, one lady had enough empathy to help Maki.
“Do you need help finding the bathroom?” she asked. Maki, in too much of a rush, misheard the question as “Do you know where the bathroom is?” and gave a quick nod in reply.
“Well it’s just over to the right, you can’t miss it,” the lady continued. So naturally she was confused when Maki darted out of the room, took a left turn, and promptly missed the bathroom.
Maki glanced at the grandfather clock placed next to the stairwell door before quickly opening it and heading inside. The long hand had just passed the XI letters, indicating that Maki had just north of four minutes to climb the stairs, get into position, set up the sniper, and pull off the shot.
Small drops began to follow her as she made her way up the first flight of stairs. Unfortunately, Maki’s bowels also started to activate again, and she had to stop and press a hand against her rear in order to not completely poop and subsequently wet herself. When she finished restraining her bowels, the seat of her panties showcased a small brown dot, marking the place where her finger touched her asshole.
Halfway up and her leaking only worsened. A couple drips marred each step of the staircases as the initial log of her imminent bowel movement began to escape her circle. At the top of the third staircase, she had to stop to release her final “safe” fart - the last fart she could pass without introducing a mound of poop into her panties. Maki’s horrible smell started to permeate the stairwell as the assassin expelled all the gas she could, even causing her to momentarily gag. Even then, the fart turned wet at the end as a small bout of liquid poop flew out and stained her underwear. Caught by surprise, Maki clenched her asscheeks only for her bladder to release a full couple seconds of urine down her legs and onto the floor. The side of her socks had started to turn yellow as a small puddle formed on the base of the fourth staircase. Maki steeled herself and began to climb again when she heard the opening notes of the main exhibit start to play. Her heart dropped. She was late.
The assassin bounded up the stairs as if she wasn’t about to go all over herself. Unfortunately acting the part doesn’t necessarily mean that the body would keep up, and a stream of urine ended up on the stairs of the final staircase, as well as the first two inches of the initial log beginning to tent out Maki’s underwear. Clenched cheeks meant that the two glutes were both soiled with Maki’s shit as the front of her underwear effectively reached its saturation point.
Maki rushed to her nest and set up her sniper in what seemed like record time right as her mark began to appear on the catwalk. She shuddered in desperation as the line of urine tailing her led to a growing puddle, her shoes and socks taking in more of their wearer’s urine. On the other end, her bowels had begun to move again, and Maki internally resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to make the shot while wearing pissed and shitty panties. As she adjusted her position to get the easiest shot possible, her log of poop, initially poking out of her panties, began to deform as her now-soiled buttcheeks enveloping the log shifted along with the rest of her body.
Despite inches of her load gradually making their way into Maki’s previously white underwear and a small interrupted stream of urine flowing down her legs and puddling on the floor, Maki’s pupils dilated as she honed in on the target - not the man she was sent to kill, but the chain of the chandelier that happened to be above his head. The client had wanted to send a message, and Maki’s index finger was about to send that message accordingly. Her bullet broke the chain before being deflected and puncturing a wall somewhere, sending the lighting rig down onto the target and eliminating him.
Now that her task had been accomplished, Maki was made aware of the sharp offending odors of urine and poop as her body futilely kept trying to stop the flow of those two very things. Already burnt past the end of her rope, Maki finally surrendered and released her hold on her overworked bladder and bowels, accepting the impending humiliation. The client had paid extra for this hit; she could spend on a new pair of panties… and socks, as she was currently realizing.
Streams of piss hissed down her legs and underneath her nether region as the front of her knickers intensified their yellowish color. The puddle began to expand to meet her outstretched legs, forming a wide circle surrounding the assassin, her socks and shoes becoming flooded with the stuff. The splashing urine on the wooden floor was worryingly loud as the assassin suddenly became aware that people on that floor may actually hear her doing her business. Her ass certainly wasn’t helping, as it continually gave off farts as the poop pushed into her ever-expanding panties, spreading all over her asscheeks and even small clumps escaping through the leg holes and dropping into the puddle.
Maki herself was in a state of ecstasy, her mouth having opened into an O of complete relief. After the initial overwhelming relief, she immediately dialed in on her now suddenly harder task: reaching her car and extracting from the area. If prompted (sufficient planning and naturally strong kegels insured that Maki didn’t have to ponder this question), Maki would assume that she’d feel embarrassed about releasing a load into her underwear, but now that she had to stitch together an improv escape plan, she completely skipped that phase and now was completely focused on getting out of here as fast as possible. She didn’t hear any footsteps or yells yet, but she realized while dissembling her sniper that it was only a matter of time. |
Episode 0 - prologue/ introduction.
Ema Tsubasa (changed from Maki Ayase) is a 20 year old Japanese University student studying medicine in Hiroshima, Japan, she lives with her family consisting of her father, Asahi, a tired businessman, her mother, Aiko, who used to be a housewife, but is going back into her old profession of teaching at a highschool, and her younger sister, Chika , who attends the same high school her mother works at.
Ema wasn’t the most average woman you’d meet, she appeared very average, she was 5’3”, athletic, had B cup breasts, and had a toned body, with her legs, bum and stomach being fairly muscular, though she was still fairly small and lean, at 50kg. She had black straight hair past her shoulders, and a slim and attractive face, she also had brown, seductive eyes. Additionally, what made her not your average woman was her unique bladder ability’s, which she only now becomes aware of and is able to use.
Her sexuality, in her own perspective was still undecided for her, she didn’t have an attraction to men or women, and didn’t have much interest in relationships in general, what she did know she was into, was Omorashi, she enjoyed holding her pee and wetting herself when she couldn’t hold it anymore, though nobody knew this about her.
the prologue begins on a Saturday morning, a week before her next term at Medical school started, she had been out with some friends drinking and enjoying herself the night prior, she had been very drunk and went to sleep late, she was awoken at 11am, very hungover and with a desperate urge to pee, by her mother knocking on the door.
Her mother gently opened the door and came in with a large glass of water, a bowl of soup some gyoza. Her mother was wearing some beige trousers and a white shirt.
”You drank way too much last night, you were hopelessly drunk when you got home. Have this, it will help with your hangover” Aiko said.
Ema, being very tired and hungover said in a strained voice “thanks mom” and began to rehydrate and eat. She had a really strong urge to pee, but was too tired and didn’t want to go just yet. She put one hand down to her crotch to hold herself as she continued to drink the water and eat what Aiko had brought her.
Aiko began to scold Ema for being reckless and shameful for drinking so much, but the words weren’t entering Ema’s head, as she was tired, but also thinking of other things. She laid her head down and her eyes lined up with her mothers crotch, she thought about what was happening inside her bladder, when weirdly enough, a sort of UI or HUD started to form, stating all sorts of information such as current volume of pee/ total bladder capacity, kidney function, showing how long it would take at her current rate to produce 100ml of pee, when she had last been to the toilet, and also a timer, but she didn’t understand what the timer meant just yet, she stopped thinking about it and it disappeared, she looked down at her own crotch and the same happened, showing a couple alarming things too. First off, her bladder was at maximum capacity, even with a small danger sign next to it, as well as the timer again, this time she assumed that it was how long she had left until she lost control, her bladder function was high too, at 100mls of pee produced every 5 minutes, compared to her mothers 25 minutes. According to the timer, she had 20 minutes before losing control. “This is so fucking cool” Ema thought to herself, “I don’t know why I can do this, but I wonder what else I could do with it.” She wondered.
Her mother was still scolding her about the previous night things like “have you no shame?” And “this is not what our family tolerates” were wizzing by her as they were shouted out by Aiko. She laid her head back up and it aligned with Aikos bladder again, but this time there was a new symbol, it looked similar to a settings option, when Ema thought about the settings, she was presented a few options, Deposit, Withdraw and Swap. “What the fuck am I looking at” though Ema, she selected deposit first, as it was at the very top, and it showed a diagram of two bladders, with her and her mothers names above the respective one. Ema’s, as previously mentioned was completely full and it said 1100/1100 ml above it with a little warning symbol, Aikos had a bladder which was less than a quarter full, which said 200/1000 ml above it. Both also had Timers, Ema’s timer had dropped to 15 minutes and was counting down the second, 54…53…52…51, etc, and Aikos said 235 minutes, with seconds counting down, 25…24…23…22, etc. “ I must be dreaming or still drunk, surely?” Thought Ema. But she carried on with her selection. The prompt “deposit into…” appeared with Aiko being the only option. Ema selected her mother and another prompt appeared “how much?” She had 3 options “manual, full or empty” each came with a description “manual allows for a precise amount of pee to be transferred from one bladder to another, to the closest ml” “full will deposit just the right amount to fill the recipients bladder” and “empty will deposit the full reservoir of pee into the recipient” Ema selected “empty” another prompt came up which stayed the following “WARNING, selected amount for deposit is larger than recipients remaining capacity, if this deposit is carried out, the recipient will instantly start to pee and be unable to stop until their bladder is emptied. Continue?” Ema couldn’t believe what she was reading, but selected the “do not ask again” and “yes” options, it said “please wait”. The UI disappeared from Ema’s vision and after a couple seconds, she started to feel relief as if she was peeing, but she wasn’t peeing and was still dry, her mother Aiko was still telling her off, but seemed to be getting rapidly uncomfortable and started to cross her legs, eventually, as Ema felt totally empty, she was still staring at Aiko’s crotch to see if she was hallucinating or dreaming, when she saw a dark patch start to form on her mothers beige jeans, the wet patch grew rapidly and Aiko noticed, she didn’t know where this sudden urge to Pee came from, but she noticed that it was coming out on its own, she clammed up completely and used the tray she used to carry the drink and the food to cover up her crotch, but it wasn’t big enough as the stain grew in both width and length, thundering down her legs like a waterfall, she quickly left Ema’s room and Ema had a peak out of her door and her mother was leaving a large pee trail and had the most unbelievably large piss stain on the back of her jeans before she rushed into the toilet and an audible gasp was heard after the shut the door.
Ema pinched herself, and realised she was awake and not hallucinating, she realised that she had a unique power, and she wanted to find out what the other powers she had did as well.
Ema showered, cleaned up the mess Aiko made in her room and decided to go to a park. She was wearing a black skirt with thigh high socks, a pair of black converse, a black thong with a white polo shirt and hoodie, she had done her makeup as well. She had a small bottle of water with her and she decided to try the other two powers on strangers.
The second one she tried was bladder swap, she was sat on a bench next to another young woman, about her age and wearing a similar outfit too. Ema looked down at her bladder and it said “650/1100ml” and she tried to glance at the woman next to hers bladder as well and got a reading of “410/550ml”, the bladder swap option had become available, she selected it and the strangers name appeared “Yumiko” it stated, she engaged the bladder swap function and it came up with another warning, stating “WARNING one of the trade recipients does not have the total bladder capacity required for effective bladder trade, would you like to continue?” She selected yes and don’t ask me again yet again. This time it was pretty much instant, she felt instant relief and she looked over to Yumiko who was holding her bladder, and then a second later, a pee stream started to come out from her panties and squirt onto the floor, Yumiko seemed panicked as she started to pee herself on the floor, Ema decided that this wasn’t right and quickly selected the withdrawal feature, she connected with Yumikos bladder and selected to “empty” on yumiko, she selected confirm and watched as Yumiko stopped peeing, and Emma felt a large amount of piss enter back into her bladder, which was a weird sensation for her. Yumiko, clearly embarrassed, quickly got up and walked away, Ema felt bad and decided she needed punishment, so she headed to a nearby supermarket and waited by the bathroom door, she had decided her punishment for making poor Yumiko piss herself was to withdraw too much from passers by going to the toilet. She stood by the toilet entrance and waited a couple minutes before a man turned up, she quickly connected to him and it said “Morgan”, he had 600/650ml, Ema had 600/1100, so withdrawing this much would cause he to pee uncontrollably, she selected withdrawal and got an error message saying “WARNING You do not have the required bladder capacity for successful withdrawal, would you like to continue?” She selected yes and don’t ask me again. Ema felt something very unpleasant going on as her bladder rapidly filled up, and she started to let out a dribble which then became a hard stream, soaking her panties and forming a pool beneath her, a large puddle was forming, the Morgan guy came out of the bathroom after not long to see Ema pissing herself with the puddle getting larger and larger each second, he quickly walked by without a word. Ema enjoyed the actual peeing, but the withdrawal felt rather unpleasant, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t get used to. Eventually she had stopped peeing, and there was a huge puddle beneath her, her panties were soaked. She walked out the bathroom and left shoe prints as she walked until the pee on the bottom of her shoes dried, she walked home and was thinking about her new abilities and what she would use them for, and she noticed a new, 4th ability called bladder split. But she had decided to wait on testing it out, as she had had her fill of piss today.
This ends this prologue of how Ema discovered her powers, and how she initially learned how to use them, if I feel like writing some more, ill Write about more times she uses it, sometimes when it goes well and others when it backfires. Things should get interesting when she goes back to med school, that’s for certain.
Thank you for reading, this is something I’ve never done before and I hope it was up to standard. I’ll probably write at the very least 2 more and if people are interested I’ll write more after that as well.
Update, the title is wrong, it should be Ema, not Yui. Apologies |
A quick story I came up with after being inspired by the very nice "030", with some slight variation on the themes.
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"Thank you for calling 9-3-3 9-3-3," the general receptionist recited with her usual detached but dutifully sweet tone. "How may I direct your call?"
"~Hello~!" the caller's voice held a little musical lilt that made it quite a bit sweeter than that. "I think I'm going to need the 'potty emergency helpline'." She gave a quick giggle. "Um, right away. Thanks," she finished.
"The po- uh, the public urinary emergency helpline," the operator said, her tone faltering just a bit as she caught herself and gave the proper name. "Transferring you now."
"Hello," the helpline operator had a similar detached yet pleasant tone, just a bit more brusque than the other's. "Are you having a public urinary emergency?"
"I, um..." the caller seemed to hesitate, her voice trembling just slightly. "I think so." this time her little giggle sounded more bashful. "I really have to go to the bathroom. And, um-"
"Thank you," the operator interrupted gently. "Are you in immediate danger of a public urinary accident?"
"Oh, um, well," she hesitated again, a bit longer. "I guess not. I'm not about to wet myself right away or anything-"
"Within the next minute or so?" the gentle prompting had a perfunctory air to it.
"No, I don't think so. It's just, um, I don't know how much longer I can hold it. And there's a big line, so..."
This time the operator waited for the caller to trail off. "Ah, before we continue, I have to inform you now that all calls to the urinary assistance helpline may be monitored for compliance purposes." Her tone softened perceptibly as she finished the obligatory portion of the call. "Now, my name's Clara. Could you tell me about your situation?"
"Oh! I'm Kendra. And, um, like I said, it's a *potty emergency*." Kendra's voice got bashful when she said that, although this time Clara didn't correct her choice of words like her coworker had. "See, there's this huge line at the bathrooms, and I have to go *really* bad," she gave a little nervous giggle. "So, um, I really don't know if I can hold it."
"Hmm, alright," Clara took a moment to type before prompting, "now is there only the one bathroom? Or perhaps somewhere else you could go?"
"Oh, no, there's lots of bathrooms here. It's just, there's one line for all of them, and it's, like, really long." Kendra giggled nervously again. "I tried to look for something else, but there wasn't anything anywhere. Not even, um, you know... someplace private." She let out a little sigh. "I went back to the bus stop too, but the next one doesn't leave for almost an hour. And then by the time I got back the line was even longer, and I had to go even worse."
"Right, so now, um... I suppose you're at a party of some sort?" Clara ventured gently, "Is it at a private residence, then, or a public venue?"
"It's a concert. Like, an outdoor concert. At the venue, um... I think a bit north of town..."
"Yes, I know that one." Clara's voice seemed sympathetic, with a subtle hint of disappointment. "We get calls from that place whenever there's an event. It's, uh, a bit of a hotspot."
"I can imagine!" now Kendra sounded sympathetic. "I mean, when we got here it looked like there were plenty of bathrooms. But, well, I guess once the show gets started nobody wants to get up and miss any of it, so then when the show was over everyone ended up trying to use them all at once... She sighed, but instead of trailing off again she continued, "At this rate, it might just turn into, um, a bit of a *wet spot*." She giggled at that, having stumbled upon another popular but not quite proper choice of words, which turned into a brief fit of nervous giggling. Then she stopped and gasped again, sharply, "Oh my goodness! I gotta go so bad!"
"Right, uh, we should continue," Clara said hurriedly, moving on to the next question. "Now, as best you can remember, how long has it been since you used the bathroom."
"Well, it was this morning. So I guess, uh, how many hours is that..."
"At least twelve hours?" Clara prompted.
"Oh, yeah, even more I think. Let's see, it was right before I left, and then I stopped for coffee on the way to work-"
"Alright, well, anything more than twelve hours is plenty. Now um, that was at home, I take it?"
"Uh-huh, before I left for work. I always try to only go to the bathroom at home. I guess sometimes if I'm running a little late I'll wait and use the one at the coffee place, since they have a deal where if you get a large or extra large they'll give you a free pass, except the bathrooms are shared with the two other places in the building so-"
"Right. So then, uh," Clara interrupted as Kendra started to get off track a little, "I guess you've had plenty to drink too." She gave a little chuckle, which maybe didn't sound quite as relaxed as she was going for.
"Oh, for sure. First the coffee- uh, it was a large today, and I drank most of it on the bus. Then at work after I finished it I had a watermelon smoothie. See, we're on our feet all day so we get free drinks from the juice bar as sort of a perk, which is nice," Kendra's tone seemed to be shifting as she spoke growing more nervous by the second, and she was already getting off track again. "Only two per shift, though. Oh, and nothing extra-large because sometimes we get collectible cups and they said last year there was someone who tried hoarding them to cash in-"
"Yes, okay," Clara interrupted her again. "Now um, did you go back home after that?" she asked gently, approaching the next question from a slightly subtler angle.
"Oh, no, after work I met up with my friend and we had something to eat before the concert. I didn't want to have to go home to get changed so I just put my dress on in the break room. That way there was plenty of time to catch the bus too so I got a berry iced tea while we were waiting, since it was getting pretty warm."
"Uh-huh. Now um, when you went to eat," Clara's tone shifted as she asked more directly, "there would have been a bathroom at the restaurant, right?"
"Oh right," Kendra seemed to realize the purpose of the question. "so what happened was a couple of us went to get the order and we all met up at the park, to have sort of a picnic. I was sorta around for a bathroom when we got to the park, because I was already starting to have to go." That last bit was said in a slight conspiratorial lilt and followed by a little giggle, which was cut short by a little gasp. After a moment she went on, "Well, um, I guess I kinda had to go before that. I maybe could have gone to the bathroom while we were waiting for the bus. But the bathrooms at work are for customers, and they can get kinda crowded. And by the time I got changed my friend was there, and we weren't exactly sure if the bus was coming soon."
"Hmm, I see," Clara paused briefly to type that bit up. "Thank you for being honest. I'm sure you know it doesn't help your case that you had a chance to p- to get relief," she caught herself at the last moment and switched to proper terminology, continuing quickly to cover the slight lapse, "before it became an emergency. Under the circumstances it does seem understandable, however, and-"
"I know, I really should have gone to the bathroom when I had a chance," the nervousness in Kendra's voice was just tipping over to distress. "And believe me, if I had any idea it was going to end up like this I totally would have!" She gasped again, then whimpered for just a moment. "I gotta go so, so bad!"
"Yes, I believe you," Clara went on quickly. "And I've reached a preliminary conclusion that you're having a genuine urinary emergency." As usual, she made sure to say it with a sympathetic tone and a little hopeful note. "Now there's just a couple last questions left. Um, but if you feel like you're in danger of having an accident in the next minute, please say so immediately."
"Okay. Thank you," Kendra squeaked, her voice quivering with distress that seemed to wash right over the gratitude. "I think I'm still okay for now. I just- I really don't know how long I can keep holding it..."
"Right. I'll try to hurry. Uh, first, if you have your receipt I'll need to see that. Just to confirm the conclusion, that is."
"My receipt... from the restaurant?"
"No, your bathroom receipt, I mean. If it's a newer one there should be a QR code you can use, or if it's an older one with just the barcode you'll need to take a picture of it."
"Oh right. Um, I've been using the app. Does that work?"
"Yes of course. That's even better, really. Here," she paused for a moment, "I'll just send you a notification."
"Okay," Kendra paused as well, and her voice was slightly muffled as she went on, "so I guess I just tap this..."
"Yes. I've got it," the smile was right there in Clara's voice. "Let's see here... at home, fourteen hours ago." That with a slight hint of admiration. "Just like you mentioned. And the volume... oh. Wow..." She trailed off before she could read out the number itself.
"Hmm? What is it?" Kendra's distress was joined by a bit of confusion.
"Oh, no. It, uh, it's fine." Clara gave a quite nervous chuckle and moved on hurriedly. "Now the drinks, um... I see the large coffee from this morning. Then the smoothie and the tea."
"Right. That's right, there's that integration feature on the app now."
"Yes, it's pretty new. If those two were fountain drinks it won't show the sizes. And it looks like there's nothing after that either, I guess since you didn't place the order."
"My friend picked it up for us, like I said. And then at the concert the first drink was included with our tickets."
Clara sighed. "We keep telling them not to do things like that. It's a strategy to sell more drinks, but the bathroom situation there is barely adequate under normal circumstances, and any extra drinks just make the wet- uh, the hotspot- that much worse." She caught herself quickly.
"Hmm. Mm-hmm..." Kendra definitely didn't sound like she noticed that little slip, and for that matter sounded like she might even be too distracted to really notice any of what Clara was saying.
"Um, right. Anyway," Clara said even more hurriedly, "with all this, I think I can confirm you are definitely having a genuine urinary emergency." That with a distinct encouraging tone, even though it sounded a bit incongruent. "That means I can now authorize emergency measures."
"Mmm, t-thanks." The distress and tension had completely overtaken Kendra's voice.
"So, first of all, do you have a P-T?- er, that is, a portable toilet or similar receptacle?" She remained brightly hopeful.
"Oh. N-no, I- mmph!" Kendra paused for a moment and made a sort of tremulous whining sound. "I mean, I never really keep something like that around. I've been, you know, thinking about it..."
"Well, we do really recommend getting one." Clara sounded entirely unsurprised and her response perfunctory. "But for now, I can also authorize use of an improvised receptacle. Is there anything else there you can use? A bottle, maybe, or just a largeish can?"
"A, um..." Kendra trailed off with a little moan, then another, longer and slightly higher-pitched. "I, uh, don't think so. None of the beer was in cans or bottles or anything." She paused, gave another quick whimper, then went on more rapidly, "I guess I maybe shouldn't have had quite so much beer after all. I mean, the first one was free, and I thought just one wouldn't be a big deal, and the bathrooms were right there, just in case... but then Lydia said she didn't want the rest of hers so I finished it for her, and then Meredith said the same thing. But still, I really should have known better, since..." she moaned again, a high and rising note that somehow seemed just a bit like a warning siren. "Well... beer *always* goes *right* through me." she squeaked.
"Yes, that's, uh..." Clara's encouraging tone was rapidly disappearing. "It can have a bit of a diuretic effect."
"A what?... Then that means..." Kendra's strained voice was becoming more strained by the second. "Oh no." A soft gasp, then, "Oh no!"
"I know. And, um, so can watermelon, for that matter. Anyway, if there's anything there you can use, you have authorization. So just... uh..." Clara trailed off.
Kendra didn't even seem to hear it. "That must be why it keeps getting worse!" She gasped again, much more sharply. "If the line doesn't start moving, I... I... I might just..."
"I'm really sorry," Clara's voice was just as honestly sympathetic as before, although distinctly less hopeful. "Even in an emergency, I can't authorize you to cut in line. Since, you see, someone else in front of you might be having a potty emergency too." This time she didn't even catch her own terminology slip-up.
"Oh, of course, I understand. A-and I couldn't possibly do that to someone anyway," she added emphatically. "I guess, um, I'll just... have to hold it." She followed that with a tiny nervous giggle, which immediately turned into a tiny startled squeak and another whimper.
"Right. Well then, um..." Clara's voice got a little lower and more serious. "I'm afraid that no matter what the circumstances, we simply can't ever authorize *voluntary* public urination." She emphasized that word slightly, just enough to be picked up by someone who might not expect it.
"Yes. I know. And I promise I'll keep holding it- mmph!" Kendra let out a sharp squeal and took a couple more gasping breaths, then continued in an even more tremulous voice, "A-as long as I can..."
"Of course. And, uh, good luck with that." Clara still sounded just as serious. "Whatever happens, however, please try not to do anything that could be seen as evidence of a violation. Although it might be deemed understandable under these circumstances, even just pulling down your panties before... well, beforehand.. can sometimes raise suspicion."
"Hmm? Oh, no, that won't be a problem. Th-thanks for your- *mmph* h-help."
"Yes. Again, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything else."
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> She's certainly a sympathetic caller
>> yes, very sympathetic
>> she's like that every time
> And how many times did you say that is now?
>> that one was the 17th call we've identified
> The helpline hasn't even been going for a year! So that means, what, every couple weeks or something
>> no, we've only identified her calls from the last couple months
>> mostly from her voice
> Oh wow, no wonder then. That's like once every three days
>> she uses different names too
>> it'd be easier if the app kept identifying information, but of course that would violate privacy stuff
> I guess with that many calls you must be pretty sure about it
>> it's not just the number of calls either
>> every one is pretty much like that
> Huh? Oh, you mean how she was acting about it, like she's never had a potty emergency before?
>> that's kinda obvious too, but I mean the situation she got herself into.
> Right. Yeah, it was pretty extreme.
> After a whole day without a bathroom visit and a whole lot to drink, she goes to a big crowded event where there's even more to drink and not quite enough bathrooms, so she ends up in a big line along with everyone else.
> It's just about the perfect recipe for having an emergency.
>> and Clara authorized the emergency as soon as she heard all that
> Okay, so I guess the idea here is that she arranged everything just like that on purpose, probably to get an emergency authorization so she wouldn't have to pay for a public bathroom.
>> well, that and to prove she can 'beat the system' or whatever
> That kinda makes more sense. And if she knows about it, she might even be intentionally recreating the 'movie theater incident'.
>> exactly, it's the one every operator knows about
>> she doesn't always use big events or anything, and she isn't always waiting in a line, but yeah
> Well, whatever her exact reasons are, it looks like we can be pretty sure of one thing
> we've found our frequent flyer. |
This is a continuation of the prologue, called Yui and her magic bladder techniques. I didn’t really like the title and I got the name wrong. This will be episode 1 following the prologue, and Ema’s first week back at med school.
Previously, Ema had discovered a new technique which she hadn’t tried out yet called bladder split. (Bladder split - reduces the amount of pee in one’s bladder by half of what is inside but fills up another persons bladder with the amount reduced).
Episode 1 - Mrs Jones Punishment
Ema hadn’t been thinking about it too much in recent memory, she knew she had these powers, but didn’t know how to use them correctly. “Do I use them for good? Pleasure? Bad? Convenience? What are the morals of my decisions and how I use this technology I have been gifted with?” Were thoughts that had been filling her head since she discovered them.
Ema had woken up and did her morning routine, she used the toilet and headed straight for the gym, did a workout and headed back home to shower, brush teeth, and get some breakfast before her lessons started. She was enjoying breakfast with her sister, Chika, and they were having a nice conversation about what they were doing in education at that time, they had been back in education for 2 days and were talking about how things were, Chika was asking for help with algebra later that afternoon, to which Ema agreed. Her mother Aiko had come in to complain about very minimal mess that was on the kitchen counter, whilst she was having a go at Chika, Ema decided to try out bladder split on her mother Aiko. She had her mothers crotch in her peripheral vision and was able to select the Bladder Split technique, she had 500ml/1100ml and Aiko had 700ml/1000ml. She selected bladder split and felt some relief as 250ml of pee had been teleported out of her, she looked at Aiko who felt her bladder fill up and become nearly full, she started to stutter her speech as she was desperate “you can’t leave the house in such a s-st-st ayyyt Chika” she moaned a little bit and crossed her legs hard to not leak in her skirt, “ok that’s all, just please be more careful next time and tidy up please” Aiko said before quickly waddling to the toilet to relieve herself, which probably saved Chika from another 5 minutes of being told off for no reason.
Ema and Chika left the house together to walk to their respective buildings, they talked briefly about a boy that Chika liked, they then parted ways as Chika went up to a different path.
Ema arrived at her lesson a couple minutes early and sat down. Her teacher for the day was Mrs Jones, a tall blonde British woman who had come over to wok and teach medicine, she was very strict and a bit of a cunt. She was wearing a very nice outfit consisting of red heels, white skinny jeans with a high rise waist, being held up by a black leather belt, and a black dress shirt with long sleeves that she had rolled up to be just below her elbows, and she had the bottom of the shirt tucked into her jeans. She had her makeup done and she had long and wavy blonde hair, her outfit complimented her in every way, especially her clothes suiting her tall and slim figure, even if you didn’t like her for her strictness, you couldn’t deny that she was an absolutely beautiful woman. She would’ve been late 20’s.
The lesson is underway and it’s about 30 minutes in when another girl in my year, Heidi, stood up and went to leave the room to use the bathroom.
“where do you think you’re going, Heidi?” Mrs Jones snapped.
“I’m going to the toilet” Heidi replied gingerly.
”nope, not in my lessons Heidi, you’re 20, you should be able to hold it or go before the lesson starts, go sit back down please” replied Mrs Jones.
Heidi looked shocked, she couldn’t believe a basic human need of hers was being violated so thoroughly, she went to sit back down to try and hold her pee until the end of the lesson, which was in about 2 hours.
about 30 minutes later, Ema looked over at Heidi and saw that her leg was bouncing and that she was trying hard not to wet her jeans, with one hand on her crotch and her legs welded shut. Ema realised something else “shit I need to piss too actually, but she’s not gonna let me go is she” she looked down at her bladder and the UI read 950ml/1100ml and 40 minutes, she wasn’t gonna last the whole lesson and was going to soak her grey leggings. She looked over to Heidi and it said 750ml/750ml, 9 minutes. Heidi didn’t have long, Ema realised she needed to use her technology to not only stop herself from wetting herself, but also Heidi. Heidi wasn’t massively popular, no one disliked her and she was a very nice and sweet girl, just rather shy and quiet so she was only close with a small group of people, but she knew Heidi would probably break down if she couldn’t hold it. Ema looked around to see who would be a good candidate to accept both her and Heidi’s pee, no one really stuck out until she realised, Mrs Jones, not only would Ema find it super hot, since it was a beautiful woman pissing herself in such a scenario, but it would also teach her a lesson, she thought. She looked down at Mrs Jones, it said 100ml/550ml. “Perfect candidate, no way she could handle the piss of just Heidi, but also my bladder, together she will be soaked” she thought.
Ema realised there was a problem though, there was a cool-down for depositing pee into the same person, the cool-down was an hour, she had to make a sacrifice play which could go wrong. She had to withdraw all of Heidi’s piss first, and then deposit all 1700ml into Mrs Jones measly 550ml bladder, she’d piss herself 3 times over and then some. Ema had to time this perfectly, she could handle a small leak, but that’s it. She looked over to Heidi and withdrew all of her piss, she had about 2 seconds before she started to piss, she quickly looked over to Mrs Jones and selected deposit, Ema started to have piss her grey leggings but it was only for a couple seconds before she was able to make the deposit into Mrs Jones. She quickly looked at Heidi, who felt a sudden and complete relief as she felt her jeans to see if she’d peed herself, but there was no wet patches for her, I looked back down at Mrs Jones who was writing something on the board, she was speaking about an illness called Pneumonia.
”to continue on the lungs, Pneumonia, an inflammation of the lungs caused by infection, typically treated with Antibiotics, symptoms include chest pain, coughing, a high temperat….” She crossed her legs hard and a hand dived down to her crotch “oh shit I have to piss so fucking bad” she muttered under her breath to herself “oh fuck I’m pissing myself…. Mmmh, ahhh” she moaned quietly as she began to piss her white jeans, a large stain started to spread quickly across her bum and down the back of her thighs, her piss was like a waterfall crashing down onto the floor and soaking her jeans, the puddle was forming quickly, she continued to do moan sexually and breath multiple sighs of relief. “I was so desperate so suddenly, what was that?” Mrs Jones muttered. She was still pissing, her jeans were pretty much completely soaked apart from a couple dry patches on the outside of her thighs and above her crotch where her piss couldn’t reach. Her jeans couldn’t hold anymore and it was just coming straight out, a huge stream of steaming and hissing piss was hitting the floor, it sounded like a thunderstorm hitting a shed roof. Her jeans started to turn transparent and her bright red underwear were very visible to see for everyone, I looked around and a couple of people were recording and some others were laughing, Heidi was loving every second “serves her right” I saw her say to her friend sitting next to her. Mrs Jones turned around and we could see the front which was also completely soaked, her thighs were glued together and her calves were separated, her two hands stuck in her crotch. She was still pissing for 5 straight minutes by this point, I had the UI up watching her piss herself, and she had just about emptied half of her bladder. The puddle was huge, it looked more like Loch Ness than a puddle at this point. Another 5 minutes of her moaning and giving sighs of relief, she managed to stop pissing “holy shit what the fuck was that” “oh my god she had to piss so bad” “how do you even have a bladder that big?” “What did she drink?” Were all comments that Ema heard whispered from other students. Ema looked down to assess her own damage, there was a small- medium piss stain on the front of her leggings, but she was wearing a baggy t shirt to cover it up.
Mrs Jones walked over to her desk and grabbed some tissues and started to hopelessly dry her soaked jeans off, and then placed some others on the floor to soak up the puddle, but it was like expecting a single beach towel to soak up the Atlantic, the tissues just disintegrated when coming into contact with so much liquid.
What made Mrs Jones’ punishment even more severe, she had her own classroom with a unique feature. Her classroom only had two doors, an emergency exit and a normal entrance and exit to the classroom which most people used, the ordinary classroom entrance door had a unique lock on it, 3 minutes after a lesson had started, it would lock itself automatically and not unlock itself until the lesson ended, this was to stop latecomers coming in, and also to stop people leaving her lessons to use the toilet or to just do anything really, and the emergency exit would set off fire alarms, and had a payment penalty of ¥15,000 for misuse. Meaning Mrs Jones had no choice but to continue the lesson in soaked white jeans and everyone could see her underwear as well, for the next 50 minutes, not even she was allowed out cause she couldn’t disable the lock from the inside, she tried to walk over to the door and open it, but it wouldn’t budge, she sighed in defeat and tried her best to continue the lesson. She was clearly extremely embarrassed, she was stuttering and stammering, people were taking photos and videos, posting them online and laughing about it, Ema was staring at Mrs Jones and her piss soaked white jeans, her red underwear shining through like the sun shines through clouds, Ema was way too aroused to focus on her lessons, she took a couple photos and videos for her own personal use, but she was just staring at her legs, her bum and her crotch, she was entranced and couldn’t believe just how hot it was, the lights from the ceiling shining and reflecting on her wet jeans. Before Ema knew it, the lesson was over, the 50 minutes had felt like 30 seconds for Ema who was turned on to an ungodly degree by Mrs Jones pissing herself, probably felt like 30 years for Mrs Jones herself though. Ema packed her things away, her friend, Akari, was sat next to her.
“Akari? I think I peed a little, is the stain too bad?” Ema asked, she knew what the front looked like from the front, but assumed it was worse on the back.
“oh yeah you have quite a bit Ema, it’s covered your bum and a little bit of your upper thighs.” Akari replied
“shit, is it covered by this shirt I’m wearing?” Ema asked
“mostly, there’s still some stain which isn’t covered though” said Akari
“that’s fine, it’ll have to do” said Ema
”I’m going for food, you wanna come?” Akari asked Ema “sure”
About 10 minutes later they had sat down in a restaurant together in town and talked about the lesson that had unfolded.
they both returned to see Mrs Jones mopping up her piss puddle on the main teaching platform in her room, still wearing her soaked jeans. Her door was opened and the lock had been broken, looked as though someone had broken it by hitting it was a blunt object.
Later on, about 20 minutes later, Ema and Ikari walked passed Mrs Jones room again, she was teaching a lesson again and the door was open, her platform was dry, but her chair had two towels on it and underneath the chair was another towel on the floor. Mrs Jones hadn’t had the time to change, and so she was stuck in her pissed white jeans and red panties for another 3 hours until her lesson ended and she was finished for the day, additionally, she kept peeing herself when she needed it because there was no point in holding it, Ema and Akari both saw streams coming down her legs as she rewet her jeans.
“Oh damn she’s still wearing them” exclaimed Ema “serves her right for not letting us go though” replied Akari. Just then two students left Mrs Jones classroom, and they both realised that Mrs Jones had been so humiliated, that she changed the rules of her class and was much less strict and much more kind.
Ema waited in a section near the entrance of the med school with Akari, she was sat down, she saw Mrs Jones walk past and towards the entrance to leave, she was still wearing her pissed clothes. She returned a couple minutes later, still soaked in piss. When it was time, Ema left to go meet Chika at the high school to walk her home. Ema’s pee stain was still there and a little uncomfortable, but she felt it was better her than Heidi. As she was leaving, she saw Mrs Jones getting into her car, still wearing the soaked jeans and her underwear still visible, she was bent over putting a plastic bag over her car seat before sitting down and driving off quickly. Her and Akari walked down to the high school together, talking, mostly about Mrs Jones.
They arrived at the high school and picked up Chika, as well as Akari’s younger sister Hana. They both instantly interrogated me about my piss stain and I said that I laughed too hard and they began to make fun of me a bit. Ema and China are neighbours with Akari and Hana, so they both walked down to their houses together talking, mostly telling Hana and Chika what had happened to Mrs Jones, which they both found hysterical.
They said bye to each other and went inside their houses, Chika and Ema both said hi to their parents and Ema was interrogated by her mother about setting herself.
“We’re home” Chika and Ema said together
“Hi, good day?” Questioned Aiko
”yeah thanks, Ema peed herself though cause she laughed too hard” Chika said gleefully
“Ema come here please” Aiko shouted
Ema was already halfway up the stairs but had heard Chikas remark, she walked down the stairs and lifted up her baggy t shirt to show a decently sized piss stain on her crotch, and then turned around to show her the back to show a larger piss stain on her bum and thighs.
“yeah Akari told me a funny joke and a fair bit came out” said Ema tiredly
“Come on Ema really? That’s not very ladylike of you. A true lady should be able to have full control of your body functions” said Aiko
“you literally pissed yourself in my room last week I don’t think you can say much mom” Ema remarked
Aiko turned bright red and quietly let out a faint “fair enough” as Ema put her shirt back down and headed to her room.
She laid down on her bed and pulled down her leggings and panties and began to pleasure herself to the videos and photos taken of Mrs Jones, an absolutely gorgeous and elegant woman soaking her jeans, with such a huge amount of piss, a couple hours went by and Ema had a shower and changed into some new clothes before going for a piss, she looked down and her UI had 3 new options. Bladder control, ultimate withdraw and ultimate deposit. But now wasn’t the time to find out what these meant, so she pissed in the toilet before going downstairs to enjoy dinner with her family.
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Part 3, more Theo's POV this time
The first time Theo wet the bed while Emma was over was also the first time they'd sleapt together. It hadn't happened in a while, and it had also been a while since he didn't sleep like garbage, haunted by nightmares and stress dreams, if he managed to fall asleep at all. He hadn't ment to fall asleep, ofcourse, he never ment to fall asleep around anyone. He and Emma had only been dating for about a month, and they were hanging out on his bed, quipping and chatting as they usually did. As the evening went on, Emma had become more and more tierd, which ment she became more cuddely. She'd snuggled herself under his arm, basically lying in his lap as her ranting got softer and slower. It was cute, and filled Theo with a protective love for her. He couldn't believe he never noticed her in highschool. He had been too shallow to see past conventional beauty and social status back then, hadn't even remembered her name even though they had several classes together. In that moment, he was sure there was no one else he'd rather spend his time and energy on.
He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he slept really fucking well. He actually felt rested, for the first time in months.
He woke up from being gently shaken. He didnt know what time it was, but the sun was up.
"Wah.... whats up?" He asked, half asleep and confused.
"Theo...you kinda...wet yourself?" Emma whispered, looking concerned.
That woke him up.
He shot up like an arrow, looking desperately down on his lap, silently begging it wasn't true. Ofcourse god was never that kind to Theo, and he had indeed wet himself. He stared at himself wide eyed and unmoving for a moment, willing it to go away, to be an illusion.
It didn't, unfortunately, and he glanced nervously up at Emma's concerned expression before hiding his face in his hands.
"I am so sorry" he said, muffled by his palms, devastation clear to hear on his voice.
"It ok? Its not your fault" Emma stated with a quirked eyebrow, though still clearly conflicted.
Theo whined with embarrassment, flushed from his forehead to his shoulders.
"....Can you please go out for a second?" He requested, still hiding from her behinds his hands.
She thought for a second, not seeming too pleased, but obliged.
"Ok. But just so you know, i don't mind, really"
Before she left she kissed him softly on the nose, and Theo felt so in love it almost overtook how embarrassed he was.
He'd been wetting the bed consistently since the beginning of highschool. everything had started to change for him around highschool. He'd never been bullied, but he used to be very avrage. Nothing special about him. But when highschool started, and puberty hit him for real, everything was different. He filled out nicely, growing tall and strong. Hed always had thick hair, but he started styling it and putting more effort into his apperance, since he liked looking nice. Everyone was suddently occupied with sex and girls, including him, and girls were deffenetly interested in him. They thought he was sexy. They liked his wealthy family, too.
It had been a good period in some ways, but in many ways it had been...truamatic. He was always so repressed. How rotten he felt about his "friends" bullying other kids, how he felt insecure but had to pretend he didn't, how he didnt really hate alot of the things everyone said was lame. He felt like he was an actor on a stage and the whole world was watching, ready to laugh at him the second he misstepped. His friends were all like prison guards, making sure he always said the right thing or they'd all turn on him.
That was when the bedwetting started. He got alot lower quality sleep, pulled alot of allnighters, and generally exhausted himself on so much pressure that sometimes he would just go into a coma, where nothing and no one could wake him up. It was just his body trying to protect him, but, as a result, the need to pee didn't wake him up either, and he'd pee the bed.
It had been mortifying at first, waking up in wet sheets. It used to send him spiraling into a panic. How could he have wet his bed? He was in highschool! His dad would fucking kill him if he found out. He must be truly pathetic to have this problem, what would everyone say if they found out he was a bedwetter? He'd be socially massacred.
For a long time, he went around with his popular clique, feeling like he was secretly the biggest loser in town. Every time he woke up wet he hated himself a bit more. He never told anyone, and took alot of precautions. He never sleapt beside any girls after hooking up, just on the offchance it would be a wet night. He never sleapt at anyone elses place, usually citing that having sleepovers was too childish. He'd even swallowed his pride and worn pullups to bed for a school feild trip, not that he managed to sleep with all that stress.
No one had ever caught him, not even his parents. Emma was the first to know, and non of his nightmare scenarios had come true. Just the other night he'd been confiding in his buddies about how he felt like he was already way too deeply in love with Emma despite only being a month or so in, and after this he wasn't sure he could ever let her go. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He would go out and talk to her, thank her, tell her how much he appriciated her, kiss her breathless. He just needed a minute. |
Hi! After a very long time, I have decided to share my personal work with you. I hope it's not that bad, and quite understandable, as I'm not an english native speaker.
This is pure fiction, none of the events has ever happened, and every character is fictional.
DISCLAIMER: Never, ever try to repeat this at your own. It sounds fun, but could be very dangerous.
I hope you have fun reading, as this is my first story being published. I'm really nervous posting it online.
--- Caroline and the padlock---
I’m Caroline and I'm 27 years old. I'm a tall, and slim blonde girl, and I'm into holding my pee for pleasure. I often put myself in some difficult situations which make me feel proud of my strong bladder. I want to share with you the story of one particular day at my work.
I woke up at 6 AM, and got ready for work. I drank coffee, ate breakfast, took a shower and got dressed. I don't have a dress code at work but I have to look professional so I put on my skinny black jeans and white blouse. At 7:30 I normally leave my flat, so just before I entered the bathroom and emptied my bladder till the last drop. I recently made a habit of not peeing at work. Of course that's not a daily habit, everyone has some worse or better days and not always I am able to cope with holding my pee through the entire work day, and sometimes it becomes uncomfortable. This particular day I had a good mood and decided to follow my habit. I often like to feel the pressure of my swollen bladder at the end of the work hours and then riding back to my home to release my pent up pee. Today I came up with an idea to add some spice to my hold. I've recently bought a padlock I wanted to try using for some time and today was the day to do that. After emptying the last drop I put my jeans back and locked a padlock on my jeans button just on the thin part of the button (you know how looks the jeans button made of metal, right?) That made it unable to unbutton my jeans without taking off the padlock, as it was blocking the button to slip through the hole in the waist part of my jeans. I tried it and confirmed my theory. There was no way for me to take off my jeans without taking off the padlock. My blouse was long enough to cover my waist and the padlock. To add even more spice, I decided to leave the key to the padlock at home. That would totally make me hold my pee for several hours whether I liked it or not. I was both excited and scared. What If I had an emergency and won't be able to take off my pants? I would not recommend doing what I did but the excitation took over and I left my key on the table then left for work.
I usually take my car to my work, and today was no different. I drove to my work, parked my car, and entered my office 10 minutes before my work starts at 8 AM. I was working for rather not so big company, so I was in charge of huge amount of the paperwork, also because most of my co-workers were from the technical part of the company, doing their tasks outside.
With me in the office work two other woman, Lisa aged 34 - absent today because she asked for a day off and Barbara aged 45. There is also our boss, Mark, aged 52 in his room next to ours. I started reading and responding the emails and sorting out the invoices that arrived by traditional post. I often take a sip from a water bottle which I always keep on my desk, and today was no different. The absence of Lisa made me answer more phonecalls than normally, and before I realised It was 11 AM. We don't have fixed time for lunch or breaks, If you need to use the bathroom, and no one is calling, you can freely use it, unless you have a padlock preventing you from doing it. Over 3 hours and a half since my last pee. As I said before, I’m used to holding my pee and my bladder is quite well trained so It was not a problem by now. I could feel my bladder was no longer empty and I was feeling some need to urinate, which I would normally do if I was about to travel somewhere. My need by now was at the stage of 3/10. Nothing serious, yet nothing to forget about. I got off from my chair and headed towards the little kitchen. I took some pasta from the fridge I prepared the day before and took it in my lunchbox. I sat by the small table and consumed my meal. I also made a tea for myself to drink after my lunch, but I didn't want to waste more time so I took it back to my desk to drink it while working. After about 40 minutes I started to feel some more pressure in my abdomen, as certainly the tea I consumed was already processed by my kidneys and some fresh urine entered my bladder. Now my need increased to level 4. I had no other option than to ignore it, and got back to work.
After 1 PM, almost 6 hours since I emptied my bladder, I could feel the pressure intensified. By now it was firm 5/10 and I couldn't take my mind off my need. Still I wasn't afraid, as I had only 2 hours and a half left of work, so I would be home in about 3 hours. I saw my water bottle was empty bo now so I came back to the kitchen to get a fresh one, and took a sip. Just after 3PM I could feel my bladder was starting to bulge out a little bit, and my need increased to level 6/10. I knew it would be much worse when I stood up, but while I was sitting at my desk, I could easily control my growing need. Then our boss walked in our room. He approached me and said:
- Caroline, could you please print some empty contract templates for our meeting at 5PM.
At 5PM? Oh fork! I totally forgot about the meeting! My heart raced. I had to take off my padlock before! I didn't want to hold a bursting bladder through the meeting. I managed to calm down and show no fear, then answered:
- Of course I can. I will have it with me.
- Thanks, Caroline!
- Um, excuse me, but could I leave a little bit earlier today so I could dress more properly? I will quickly jump to my home, and will be back before it's time to leave for the meeting.
- Don't worry about clothes. You're looking good. It's not a very formal meeting, so no one will judge you, but I prefer we are not late, so if that's okay I would like you to stay here. I promise I will let you earlier tomorrow.
I was terrified. I got myself into a big trouble and could do nothing about that. The last thing I would like my boss to know was I had a padlock on my jeans preventing me from emptying my bladder.
- Okay, thank you - I replied - I will wait here, not to delay our ride.
My boss smiled and walked out. I was afraid, I would not manage to stay dry. My body was shaking, but I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and took few deep breaths. I reviewed my situation. It was almost half past 3PM, and I haven't peed since half past 7 in the morning. That meant 8 hours without relieving myself. My current status was 6/10 and going for 7. In one our and a half we are supposed to be in a meeting, which hopefully would last no longer than 1 hour. Adding a journey back to my home, if everythings goes up to my plan, I would be able to use my bathroom in 3 hours. That doesn't sound as bad, but my need was constantly increasing. Could I last 11 hours without relieving myself? I simply had to. Sorry bladder, I hope you won't let me down.
I regained my self confidence and got back to work. I searched for the best route to the meeting, and wasn't disappointed, as the meeting place was only about 2km away from our office, still we had to take a car.
At half past 4PM, when my colleague Barbara was already out of the office, my boss entered my room.
- Ok Caroline, It's time for us to leave, so we won't be late. Are you ready?
- Of course... - I stood up and realised how full my bladder is. I could feel very intense pressure in my lower abdomen, and I knew my bladder was bulging out, although I couldn't check it by myself while standing in front of my boss. My need increased to firm 7/10. I was 100% sure I will be bursting to pee soon. I collected all the documents and followed my boss out of the office. I exited the building and started walking towards my car when my boss shouted from the other side of a car park:
- Hey, let's take my car, I would pick you up here after the meeting.
That's not how I planned. This solution would delay me returning to my home. Probably only by no more than 10 minutes, but 10 minutes while being desperate to pee feels like an eternity. That was not the worst part of the idea. I would be fully dependent on my boss. I could come back home only if he picks me up. Of course I could take a taxi or a bus, but to be honest, I would like to avoid being desperate to pee in a public transport or in some stranger's car. My boss was still somebody I knew for a few years and was a warm and kind man, still of course I didn't want to show my desperation to him nor pee myself in his car or company. I had no choice, and no time to argue.
I entered his car. The premium choice leather seats were very comfortable. I mean... wow! I could sit there for the rest od the day and It would be very, very helpful for me to hold my pee. I almost forgot about my need. Almost I mean, because how can you forget about a full bladder trying to release it's content. We drove to the meeting place which was in a new beautiful building. We parked in an underground garage, and I slowly exited the car. The fullness was really driving me mad. My bladder reminded me I should be at home right now using my toilet. Instead I was still at work with no slightest chance to pee soon. I simply had to hold it! The meeting room was said to be at the 3rd floor, so we took an elevator. I wanted to cross my legs so bad, but I didn't want to let my boss know I had to pee. To make matters worse, my skinny jeans waist was tightly adhering to my bladder, preventing it from expanding. Oh how I wished I could unbutton my jeans, but I couldn't.
We arrived to the meeting room, where already 2 men were waiting for us. I was introduced by my boss, who already knew those 2 men. We then sat on both sides of a big eliptical table, and those two men and my boss started discussing about the new agreement they were about to sign. We were given a bottle of water and a glass for each of us, which I didn't plan to drink by now. I was taking some notes, which would be useful for my further job, while the clock hit half past 5PM. 10 hours since my last pee. My need at the level of 8/10 while sitting at the table. I was afraid of standing up, because I knew I was going to be bursting to pee for sure. Still there were no signs for the meeting to end soon. I felt thirsty, and wanted to delay drinking anything, but my throat was sore, and I decided to drink a little of water to hydrate myself. 6PM rolled up, and my boss was still discussing with those 2 men. I was getting really nervous. My body was shaking, and I was keeping my legs tight together. Finally, after some minutes I could see the end of my nightmare. The agreement was going to be signed.
Finally at about half past 6PM those two men stood up, and so did my boss. I didn't wanted to be rude, so I also stood up carefully. I could feel my bloated and full bladder being squized by my skinny jeans. I did everything to keep my flood gates shut. We shook hands and headed back to the underground garage. 11 hours worth of urine. My need at firm 9/10, and I still had about an hour to go back to my flat. That couldn't be happening. It was a pure nightmare. We entered the car, and I wanted to hold myself so bad. I put all my strength and willpower not to pee myself in my boss's car. I could feel every pothole and every stop in my bursting bladder.
We finally arrived at the car park by our office building. I quickly thanked my boss, and headed towards my car. My legs were shaking. I nervously looked for my car key in my bag, unlocked the doors, and entered my car. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Now being alone I lifted my blouse to see how bad is my situation. I saw a huge bulge in my abdomen, up to my navel. My swollen bladder trying to expand, and being blocked by my skinny jeans. I ignited the engine. To make matters worse, my car had a manual gearbox. I had to press the clutch and put on the first gear. I slowly rolled out of the car park and carefully drove back towards home. I don't recommend driving with a bursting bladder, but I simply had to. I arrived to my home. Parked on a car park beside my block of flats.
I exited my car and locked it. I was in a panic mode. 12 hours of holding my pee wanted to be released NOW! My need grew up to 10/10. Still I had to walk to the second floor without an elevator. That was some kind of cruel nightmare. I took slow steps towards my floor. Searched for my keys and finally entered my flat. I was finally in my home! I almost ran to my kitchen and grabbed the keys to the padlock. My hands were shaking, and I dropped the keys to the floor. Noo! I almost cried, as I had to bend down. I gasped, as I squized my bladder reaching to the keys. I finally inserted the key to the padlock and unlocked it. I threw it on the table, and ran to the bathroom. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off while still walking. I touched my bladder. It was rock hard, and bulging out like a watermelon. I was so proud of myself when I sat down on the toilet and released a torrent of pee. I gasped while emptying my tired bladder and promised myself to never, ever put the padlock again on my jeans.
Edited August 10 by just_hold95
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This story is just the developing relationship between Ema and her best friend Akira, as well as introducing Ema’s powers to Akira, also I am running out of ideas already, so if you have any ideas or want to see me write about a certain fantasy or scenario then just comment below and I’ll try use the comments as some inspiration, additionally, thank you to all the messages and comments I’ve received praising my fiction work, I appreciate it very much and I’m glad you enjoy the works.
As always, a brief explanation and also, previous volumes are uploaded and available to read if and when you want to see what else has happened and to add more context to what you’re reading.
Ema has discovered she has strange bladder powers which enables her much more control over her and others bladders, she is into Omorashi and this improves her experience tenfold, this series is just about the various experiences she goes through with these powers, whether they be used for good, bad, or personal enjoyment. As always, enjoy, and thanks for reading.
It was a Saturday, two weeks had already passed by in her first term back at Med School in Hiroshima, and Ema had been very stressed as of recent, but not because of her education, instead she had been worried and stressed about her newfound powers, and how to use them, “great power requires great responsibility” and all that, as she had been feeling guilty about how she had used her powers so far, she had been thinking about how guilty she felt for Mrs Jones, her teacher, who she had used her powers on to make wet herself in front of her class “sure, you could argue that she deserved it for not letting Heidi and other student use the toilet, and also causing me to leak as well, but I can’t forget the look of sheer distraught and panic on her face” Ema thought to herself. “Surely, I can’t keep this to myself forever, I want to talk to someone about it, but no one would believe me, they’d all think I was lying or crazy” she continued in her head.
After lying in her bed for hours, it was 11am at this point and she hadn’t gotten out of bed or gotten dressed, she hadn’t even used the toilet that morning, she used her powers to deposit it into her younger sister, who used the toilet for her. She eventually decided, since she wasn’t able to sleep the previous night and was still stressed about it in the morning, she decided she had to tell someone. She shot out of bed suddenly, wearing just a pair of black panties, looked herself in the mirror “I don’t look like a bad person, I think I should ask someone for help, but who exactly? Who would believe me?” She said quietly to herself in the mirror before thinking about who to ask, then she remembered, Akari, her lifelong friend and neighbour, she had been a close and loyal friend to Ema for years. “Yeah, Akari might be able to understand” she said to herself.
Ema walked back over to her bed and picked up her phone and began to type out a message to Akari, she was still nervous about asking her though, she began to type a message out but kept back pedalling, Akari got a notification saying Ema had been typing, after about 10 minutes, Akari got impatient and messaged her “r u writing me a fckin poem or what? Spit it out already Ema ffs” this message calmed Ema’s nerves a bit and made her laugh, she responded quickly saying “Can we meet at ur house? Got something I wanna talk about” Akari responded quickly saying “sure, I’m at the gym until 1 tho, come by mine around that time”, Ema responded “1 exactly?” Akari responded by sending a picture of her in the gym, very sweaty and looking tired but slightly smiling and holding a thumbs up. Ema smiled, and she put her phone down to get ready. She took off her panties and grabbed a towel and went to the shower. She got dressed into a black sports bra, a pair of red panties, black Nike pro short shorts and some white Nike socks, she put on a pair of panda dunks as well. She had breakfast, brushed her teeth, even did her makeup and hair despite the fact that she knew there was no point cause she wasn’t doing anything aside from meeting Akari and Akari wouldn’t care if she had or hadn’t been done up. By the time she was ready, it was 12:55, just about time to head to Akari’s, she literally only lived across the street so she just waited by Akari’s door until she came home.
A minute later, Akari came round the corner with her house keys in her hand, wearing some red dunks, white ankle socks, grey leggings and a black crop top, her hair was tied back and she looked very sweaty and tired.
“oh hey Ema, I’ll let you in now” said Akari
“hey, thanks” replied Ema.
Akari unlocked the door and walked inside, she took her shoes off by the door and Ema did the same, she then followed Akari up to her bedroom. Akari sat down on her bed and laid down and sighed, Ema was still stood up just watching her.
“come, sit down on the bed it’s ok” Akari said “what is it you wanna talk about then?” She followed up with.
”thanks again Akira, this is difficult for me to say though so sorry if I take my time a bit with this one, I also just wanna ask you to believe me, even though it may seem strange” Ema said in a shy tone.
“ok?” Akira said whilst raising her eyebrow “Just tell me stop being a weirdo.”
Akira began to untie her hair and let it loose again as well as doing some stretches, she got up to grab a drink of water from her bag as well.
“well are you gonna say something?” Asked Akira. Ema was sat looking shy and worried on her bed, Akira came back and put her arm around her “whatever you’re gonna say just say it, I’m not gonna look at you any differently, just lay it on me” Akira said in a soft and comforting tone, in contrary to her normal, high energy, almost tomboyish voice. “You’re not gonna believe this, and that’s fine I can convince you if you don’t, but I…I…” Ema said and began to stutter, “you? You what?” Asked Akira. Ema finally tried her best to let it out “I somehow have the power to make people pee themselves, I don’t know why but I just do” Ema said softly and quietly. “What? No you know I can’t believe that, that’s bullshit Ema. Come on, what do you actually wanna tell me?” Akira asked, “no I’m being serious Akira, please understand, I look at someone’s crotch and I am able to control or do things to their bladder, it sounds stupid I know. But you remember what happened to Mrs Jones yeah? When she pissed herself for a solid 10 minutes or so?” Ema said in an agitated and upset tone, “yeah I remember that, was funny as fuck, got what she deserved for not letting us go piss” Akira responded “and you’re implying that you somehow made her piss herself? I don’t believe you sorry Ema, that’s just unbelievable” she continued. Ema was about to speak again but Akira interjected saying “you know what actually, I’m not even gonna argue. If you claim you can make people piss themselves at will, prove it to me, make me wet myself, go on. I’m gonna use the toilet first though, cause I don’t believe you can actually do that” Ema nodded as she awaited Akiras return.
Akira came back after a minute and said “okay I’m ready, my bladder is literally empty, make me piss myself. And in fact you know what, I have such confidence that you can’t do it, let’s do this out in my front garden.” Ema agreed and they went out to Akiras’ front garden, it was very much in the public view as many cars passed by and a lot of people were walking by too.
“ok, when you’re ready” Akira said in a cocky tone of voice. “It might take up to a minute or two okay?” Ema replied. “Sure, I mean my bladder is literally empty, I can’t piss if I wanted to” Akira stood there with her legs separated slightly and her hands on her hips, looking somewhat disappointed at Ema. Ema looked down at Akira’s crotch, indeed she was completely empty. Ema selected the “ultimate withdraw” option when presented with the UI. She selected the destination to be Akira’s bladder, it read an astonishing 1600ml, she was amazed and secretly a little turned on, Ema was excited for this because although she didn’t want a relationship, she considered Akira to be one of the most attractive women she’d met and was excited to see her pee. She then selected the source to fill Akira’s bladder, Ultimate Withdrawal now allowed her to select multiple sources for filling up a bladder, including non pee sources, such as the ocean and other body’s of water, including things like water bottles. Ema looked around and there wasn’t that many people around, they were also out of range to be used, she looked at the pond in Akira’s front garden and used that as a source, she selected 2000ml and was prompted with a warning message saying “WARNING - recipient selected for withdrawal has not got the required capacity to store this amount, selecting continue will cause the recipient to instantly lose control, proceed?” Ema selected Yes.
“okay, it should be coming in a couple seconds now” said Ema
”yeah of course, there’s literally nothing in my bladder, I can’t piss mys-“ Akira spoke but then suddenly stopped, she looked down and her stomach started to swell slightly. She crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch, she looked back up at Ema looked confused, “what the fuck is happening, what did you do??” Akira said, her efforts were in vain though as she started to uncontrollable piss her grey leggings, the wet patch quickly soaked into her Gymshark leggings and covered her front and back of her legs rapidly, she kept looking down at her legs and back up at Ema, moving her legs around to try and cross them correctly to stop the flow, there was a large puddle already forming beneath her, she had been pissing for about a minute and some passer-by were staring at her, Akita’s face turned bright red as she ran down the side of her house, leaving a trail of piss on her concrete path Ema followed and looked back up to the street to see a small group of people had been watching, once Akira had ran off they all went away. Ema saw Akira leaning against the wall, still pissing like a fire hydrant, “oh my God Ema how the fuck did you do this, shit, this is so fucking embarrassing” she said as she was still squirming to try and stop the piss stream, her leggings were absorbing so much and were soaked already, Ema looked down at Akita’s bladder and she still had another 500ml to go before she stopped. “It feels like I haven’t pissed for a year and a half, ahhh” Akira moaned loudly as Ema quietly enjoyed the sight. Akita’s white socks had turned completely transparent from the amount of piss as well. Akira managed to calm herself down as her face was no longer red, and she was standing normally, she was still pissing, but had gotten used to it by now.
”yeah I really didn’t expect that to happen, fuck me honestly. I regret not believing you now, fuck.” Akira said, “yeah, it’s not exactly easy to believe though. Sorry for making it so dramatic” replied Ema. “It’s fine, karma I guess” Akira replied. She eventually stopped pissing, her leggings, panties and socks completely soaked and what looked like a small river or stream had formed beneath her with how much she pissed. Akira walked back to the front door with a slight waddle, and still leaking a bit of pee that was soaked into her leggings as she walked and Ema followed. Before stepping in, Akira took off her socks and rung them out, she also wiped her feet along the dry concrete path to try and dry them off a bit, she stepped inside and Ema Followed. “I need to shower, not only was I sweaty from the gym but now I’m soaked in piss too, just give me a minute would you Ema, oh and can you grab me some new clothes too please, thanks” Akira said to Ema before running to the bathroom. Ema agreed and went and grabbed some black leggings, white socks, a black thong and a white t shirt and placed it in the bathroom whilst Akira was showering, she stepped into the bathroom and was greeted by Akira’s voice “thanks, no peeking you fucking perv” she shouted and joked over the sound of the running water. Ema laughed and jokingly pulled the shower curtain back a little bit, they had seen each other naked countless times so it wasn’t that much of an issue to them, “Perv!” Akira shouted at Ema, Ema laughed and exited the shower and waited in Akiras room.
After a couple minutes Akira came back upstairs, dressed but still with wet hair, she came in and sat on the bed next to Ema “fucking hell I really didn’t expect that, how did you even do that?” Akira asked, Ema explained “I just look down at your crotch and it gives me a bunch of options, one of them is to completely fill your bladder to make you pee yourself”, Akira looked down at Ema’s crotch to see if she could do the same, but to no avail. “Nah nothing, you’re lucky though cause I’d have gotten some payback if I could” Akira joked. “So was it just you wanted to show me this or what?” Akira Asked. “Well I’ve been thinking about how I use it, I can literally use it on anyone, I used it on Mrs Jones, I used it on Heidi from our class, I’ve now used it on you and I’ve even used it on my own mother so that she would stop bothering me when I came home super drunk once, I only became aware of it recently. I just feel weird about using it, guilty almost” Ema explained “so why don’t you just not use it then?” Asked Akira, Ema replied with “it’s cause I…I-“ “it’s cause you like it don’t you Ema?” Said Akira “you enjoy making people wet themselves? I’ll be honest after knowing you for 19 years, I can’t say I’m too surprised, don’t worry about it I’d say” Ema was startled, “how did you-“ “because no average girl wets themselves that many times and in the scenarios that you have, for a while I just thought you had a weak bladder, but eventually I started to realise you didn’t look too unhappy about it and started to think you enjoyed it” Akira interrupted, “was it really that obvious?” Asked Ema, who had gone bright red from embarrassment “sometimes” replied Akira “but typically, no one drinks four bottles of water 15 minutes into a movie, and then not leave to use the bathroom when both of us were talking about how shit it was, you could’ve at least picked a good movie to be a bit more convincing. Also, if I had trouble holding my pee in, you wouldn’t catch me wearing white jeans that go see through when they get wet as regularly as you do” Ema had turned even brighter red with embarrassment and had coiled up on Akira’s bed and she lay there silently “ah don’t worry about it Em, it’s normal to have a kink” said Akira in a comforting, almost motherly voice “your secret is safe with me at least, but you are worried for what reason? Cause you feel guilty for it?” Ema said very quietly “yeah, I just feel like a bad person for making Mrs Jones and my mother wet themselves” “ah they can go fuck themselves honestly, Mrs Jones had it coming, remember last year when I pissed myself cause of her? Some other people in that class did too, she deserved what you did to her. As for your own mom, I mean we’re 20, we are adults, why is she still shouting at you for doing things that most adults do anyway? What I’d do if I were you, use it exactly how you wanna use it, and don’t worry” Said Akira. Ema started to feel a bit better and sat upright, Akira was sat very close to her, their thighs were touching, she began to ask “Ema, just then when I wet myself, did you enjoy that?” Ema looked at Akira who had a seductive look in her eyes and was biting her lip slightly, Ema blushed and looked away “Hmm, you look so cute when you’re embarrassed” and gave Ema a kiss on the cheek Ema didn’t know how to feel, but she liked what Akira was doing “I’d love to keep you longer, but I gotta leave for guitar practice in 15 minutes, so I gotta ask you to leave for now, but I’ll message you later ok” Akira said and winked at the end at Ema. Ema was a bit overwhelmed, still blushing hard and was nervous, she let out a quick “sorry, I’ll leave now, thanks again”, “it’s no problem” said Akira, Ema leant over to hug Akira, Akira was taller and hugged back, she gave Ema another kiss on the forehead this time and let go of her, Ema was still blushing and quickly left, putting her shoes on and leaving out the front door and back into her house across the street, “bye” Akira shouted as Ema left.
Ema went back to her house and up to her room, her mother was in the kitchen. “Hi I’m home” said Ema quietly, “hi” her mother responded “have fun?” Her mother turned to face Ema “yeah thanks” said Ema, “I could tell” replied her mother, laughing to herself slightly, “what do you mean?” Questioned Ema “go look in the mirror dear” Ema realised that she probably had a lipstick kiss mark on her face, she quickly went up to her room and looked in her mirror to see it, indeed, it was a red lipstick kiss mark on her check from Akira. She went on her phone to see she had a message from Akira, she opened it, it was a picture of her topless in her bathroom with the message underneath “took this earlier in the shower for you xx” Ema didn’t really know what to respond with, and sent “ omg xx” and followed up with “my mom questioned me about this” with an attached image of her cheek Akira responded with “lmao” and then followed up with a “come by mine later? Like 11 ish? xx” Ema responded with “yes please xx” |
This story probably betrays the fact that I am primarily a science fiction writer who only occasionally writes omorashi stories. As a person who reads a lot about UFOs and alien abduction I think it was inevitable I was going to end up writing some kind of omorashi story about that. And in this case we get the full gamut of everything from aliens paralyzing people, to putting imagery in their head of things that make you have to go to the bathroom, to making women watch men pee before them and urinals, and to watching women line up for the bathroom while completely naked and then having to go to the bathroom while naked, it basically has a little bit of everything, so I am really very pleased with this story overall, as I think it was probably one of my weirder and more extreme omorashi stories and for that reason more creative and interesting I hope.
I probably won't do the sequel that I left things open to, because that would pretty much be more of the same, but I thought the way I ended it was a funny way of ending it. And yeah the story basically came from one of those topics that probably no normal person thinks about, where I wondered if you were abducted by aliens what if you had to go to the bathroom on an alien spacecraft but the aliens don't need to go to the bathroom so there are no bathrooms available, except for the purposes of experimentation that is!
But perhaps in spite of the fantastic premise it may be considered a somewhat realistic story, seeing as a race of aliens who had evolved beyond the need for elimination would probably be fascinated by human processes like urination and defecation, and as this story shows they might be as immature about it as we are, and perhaps enjoy watching people squirm!
Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/13011.html
My Full Bladder Alien Abduction
Jill found herself having that dream that she often had when she had to go to the bathroom badly enough, where she is walking around in a place and finding no sign of a bathroom anywhere, or she finally finds the bathroom only to find its urinals only or some type of bathroom without any privacy, in any case it's a bathroom situation where she would be unable to relieve herself.
When Jill opened her eyes and found herself in bed she was relieved that it was just a dream and now she could get up to go to the bathroom but all of the sudden she found herself paralyzed but still feeling a very full bladder that she could not ignore and which desperately needed relief.
As Jill looked around the room with her eyes she could see that there seemed to be a bunch of large headed black-eyed gray extraterrestrials in the house. She had experienced extraterrestrial abduction before like that, but never when she had to pee this badly. She wanted to shout out to the aliens to let her go to the bathroom first if they were going to take her, but unfortunately she found herself unable to speak.
As Jill found herself levitating out of her bed the motion of her levitating out of bed didn't help to take any of the pressure away from her bladder, which was now throbbing with an aching fullness that she didn't think was humanly possible, in fact it felt positively otherworldly, as otherworldly as the weird experience she was having at the moment. She drank so much before going to sleep last night and had she anticipated that she was going to have an alien encounter like that she probably would have watched her liquid intake, because she was certainly regretting it right now. But you could never really predict when these type of weird situations were going to arise, aliens were strange like that, and also very inconsiderate.
Realizing that she couldn't say anything Jill started thinking at the aliens about how badly she had to go to the bathroom, because she knew that aliens, being telepathic, would probably be able to pick up on her extraordinary urge to go to the bathroom simply by reading her thoughts.
"Hold it," the telepathic response came from the alien.
"But I really really really have to go," Jill thought back to the alien.
"Too bad, continue holding it."
Normally a situation like this would frighten Jill to the point where she would release her bladder involuntarily but whatever the aliens were using to keep her motionless and paralyzed also seemed to be paralyzing the muscles in her bladder, although not the nerve endings that allowed her to feel the aching feeling of fullness in her bladder, which felt like it was ready to explode at any moment.
Normally finding herself on an alien spacecraft like that would be the main focus of her attention but right now the pain in her bladder was so intense that she couldn't think about anything other than getting back home and getting to use her bathroom.
"Please extraterrestrials, my bladder is so achingly full, please let me go to the bathroom before you do anything else to me," Jill telepathically pleaded with the aliens.
"I'm sorry but our species does not excrete waste, so we do not have any bathrooms on this spacecraft," the alien said.
Jill wished that she could move her body because she wanted very badly to cross her legs or to grab herself but not being able to do even that made her situation even more frustrating. If only she could move around she could perhaps try to take some of the pressure off of her bladder, but in spite of the fact that she could not move she could feel every sensation in her body even more acutely, she could feel the aching sensation in her bladder just as much as she could as if she were able to move.
As Jill suddenly found herself on a table the aliens began undressing, her making the situation even more embarrassing and awkward than it already was. In fact right now though her bladder was so full that she thought more about that than the fact that she was naked inside of an alien spacecraft. She had experienced that before but never with her bladder as full as it was right now.
As Jill continued lying there on the table she could feel the aliens poking her bladder with some kind of instrument that only made her bladder pain even worse.
"Please, I really have to go to the bathroom, please stop poking my bladder like that," Jill thought at the aliens.
The alien shook its large bulbous head. "I'm sorry but we have to understand this concept of needing a bathroom through telepathically probing your mind."
"All you're going to find if you probe my mind right now is the fact that I really really need a bathroom very badly, although I'm hoping you're not intending on probing any other part of my body."
The alien continued poking Jill in the bladder as she tried to grit her teeth and tried to think of something else but the pain in her bladder was so overwhelming that she couldn't concentrate on anything else.
The aliens soon began floating Jill up against the wall where she found herself next to and across from other groups of likewise naked women and started to feel really self-conscious, not just over the fact that she was naked on board an alien ship, but the fact that now there were lots of aliens and lots of other women who could see her with her painfully full bladder out there on display.
Although she could not move her body, Jill was able to move her eyes around and she could see the looks of distress on the other women's faces. She figured they were probably distressed because of the fact that they were being kidnapped by aliens, but as she looked at the look in their eyes she could see that a couple of them seemed to be whimpering for another reason, in fact all of them seemed to be in the same situation and condition that she was in right down to their bladders.
"Now that we have abducted all of the women with painfully full bladders we are going to observe the sensation of what it's like to have to go to the bathroom," the alien leader telepathically communicating with all of the women who found themselves naked and on display.
Jill kept thinking to the aliens to please please please just let her use the damn bathroom and she would comply with whatever experiments that they wanted to do on her, but just let her go to the damn bathroom first!
"I can see that as all of you were abducted with extremely full bladders you are all very desperate to go to the bathroom, even to the point where it seems to be overwhelming your otherwise normal human brains," the alien communicated to all of them. "We have to understand how human beings try to cope mentally with a full bladder that they know they cannot relieve. As we are a species that does not have bladders or a need to urinate we find the human need to urinate to be a fascinating difference from our species. The constant need to relieve oneself of an extreme aching pressure from between their legs must make human life a lot more difficult."
Jill and all the other women all seemed to be whimpering. Although they could still not move they all seemed to be in agony with desire to release their aching full bladders, and yet none of them could move to grab themselves or cross their legs.
"It seems that all of you puny human beings are completely at the mercy and dictates of your bladders," the alien said, and Jill could see that across from her looked like a pregnant woman who looked like she was in the greatest agony of all. "And it seems that when you are with children that those children use your bladder as a punching bag and a pillow, which must make human reproduction especially primitive and frustrating."
As Jill looked at the pregnant woman across from her looking like she was in greater agony than all of the women before, she considered herself fortunate that she was at least not pregnant, and she was hoping that she wouldn't end up being impregnated with an alien fetus, as that would probably make her bladder even more filled with pain.
As Jill tried to think about anything other than the fact that she really really needed to pee, all of the sudden her mind was filled with all sorts of images of flowing waterfalls and crashing streams and the sound of flushing toilets. Once again she and the other women started moaning and whimpering as she had no doubt that these images were being put into their heads by the aliens.
"But as you can see when human beings have to go to the bathroom anything that is vaguely reminding them of the bathroom seems to bring them even greater agony and leaves their minds almost nonfunctional," the alien leader said as Jill once again tried to break free of the control so that she could relieve her bladder, and yet she found herself just as paralyzed as she was before.
No matter how hard she tried to focus on something else Jill could not escape the imagery that the aliens were putting into her head of water and bathrooms and peeing.
"Please this is absolute pure torture, you don't seem like a very humane species for a supposedly more advanced race," Jill thought towards the aliens.
"It is imperative that we learn about this human subject you call urination, it seems that the female of your species encounters a lot more bladder pain than the male of your species who seems to have an easier time relieving himself," the alien leader thought at all of the women as all of the sudden a bunch of men came out. "We will now allow the men to relieve themselves while the women watch."
As a bunch of men grabbing themselves suddenly started whipping it out and peeing all over the floor in front of them Jill and the other women started moaning in an audiable way despite the fact that they could otherwise not move their bodies. Were the aliens trying to torture them to the maximum degree to learn about urination in the fullest form? Jill certainly felt this was the fullest her bladder had ever been before, and she thought that if it were not for the aliens taking control over her and paralyzing her that she probably would have released her bladder a long time ago.
Jill could see that all of the other women looked as though they wanted to cry as they saw all of the men peeing all over the place.
Just when it seemed like things couldn't possibly get worse Jill suddenly felt a tingling sensation over every inch of her body, which if she were able to move she would be fighting to resist at all costs, but she could do nothing to get away from the sensation of thousands of fingernails over every inch of her naked body that just caused her bladder to feel like it was just about to release, but something about the aliens control over her was preventing her from relieving herself.
Jill could tell that the other women certainly weren't laughing all that muc,h as she could see the looks of agony across their faces that most certainly must be on hers as well. The fact that she was extremely ticklish and that that made her bladder ache even more certainly wasn't helping the situation.
"Oh my God I'm going to die if you don't let me use the bathroom right now," Jill started indicating to the alien who simply shook his head.
"I think that these women really really need the bathroom," the alien leader said. "It's amazing how something as simple as an urge to release a small amount of liquid from inside of themselves can be somehow so overpowering that it drowns out every other thought in their heads."
"It's not a small amount of liquid, it's a tremendous amount of liquid!" Jill screamed inside of her mind in such a way that even the alien seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed.
"It seems these women are at their absolute limit of endurance, so perhaps we should ultimately allow them to use the bathroom," the alien leader said as Jill breathed a sigh of relief and could see all of the other women looking as though they had suddenly gone to a state of euphoria at the very prospect of going to the bathroom.
"Please please please let us go to the bathroom!" Jill shouted mentally at the alien.
"Okay ladies we will finally allow you to go to the bathroom, but we want to study one final phenomenon before we allow you to release your bladders," the alien said. "We want to explore the phenomenon that you call the bathroom line. Until it is your turn to go to the bathroom you will be unable to release your bladder no matter how achingly full it may be."
All of the women were now moaning in an audible way again but as they suddenly became free they didn't see any bathrooms anywhere, until out of the floor appeared a single toilet that emerged right out of nowhere but with no privacy whatsoever.
"Aren't you going to give us some privacy?" Jill asked as several of the other women shouted in agreement with her.
The alien laughed. "Ladies you are all already naked, you shouldn't feel any inhibition about going to the bathroom in front of one another."
Jill looked around and she could see several of the women grabbing themselves hopping up and down and frowning and gritting their teeth, like they were about to pass out from the pain in their bladders.
As the 20 naked women lined up in line for the only toilet Jill was distressed to find herself near the end of the line, as usual.
As the women started waiting in line trembling and grabbing themselves for dear life, even though they knew their bladders could not release until they were sitting on the toilet, no matter how badly they wanted to release them, it was just a natural instinct.
However as they were waiting in line for that toilet appearing on both sides of the toilet where an entire row of urinals as a bunch of men started coming and lining up for the urinals and using them one right after another in an assembly line process.
"This is torture!" one of the women in the front of the line screamed out as she started moving towards the urinals like she was going to try to use it before breaking down and getting back into the line.
"As you can see in human society it is common for men to relieve themselves in a speedy and efficient manner while next door to them the women stand there in agonizing bladder pain waiting for a smaller number of toilets," the alien said.
"We already know these things, we know them all too well!" Jill shouted as the other women started nodding in agreement as they continued to hop up and down in place causing certain areas of their anatomy to jiggle around in a really embarrassing way that caused many of them to blush.
Jill tried to focus on anything other than the fact that she was standing there naked as a bunch of men were peeing in the urinals next to them and getting to see the women squirm in line naked. She felt pretty confident that this had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life, and she didn't think that there would ever be competition for that.
Slowly the naked women in front of her inched forward towards the toilet, but as each of them sat down on the toilet many of them were finding it hard to release, even once they were on the toilet.
"I can't go when somebody's watching me!" the woman sitting on the toilet in front of them said.
"I'm sorry but you have to go with an audience or you will not go at all," the alien leader said. The women started looking around to see if there was any way to escape from the aliens but it seemed like they were surrounded in some kind of force field, all trapped in the area with the one toilet and the rows and rows of urinals.
Eventually the woman sitting on the toilet was able to release her bladder as she screamed out in relief as all of the other women in line grabbed themselves and whimpered loudly.
"As you can see human women often feel self-conscious about using the toilet when other women can see them," the alien leader said. "But at some point the bladder itself will eventually give way to release even in spite of these extraordinary inhibitions."
Jill continued to wait in line, and even the fact that she was surrounded by lots of attractive women didn't distract her from the fact that she felt her bladder was going to explode. She could see that all of the women in line were focusing on their own bladders rather than the fact that they were surrounded by other women who were completely naked.
As Jill listened to woman after woman sit on the toilet and eventually release her bladder in spite of her inhibitions, she felt her own bladder screaming for desire to release, but she knew that there was no chance of her releasing her bladder until she was seated upon the toilet, and she felt her butt quivering with that desire to sit down and pee.
Finally it was the turn of the pregnant woman to go to the bathroom, and she peed the loudest of all the women, as the women in line screamed out in pain.
As the woman in front of Jill slowly sat down on the toilet she frowned.
"What's the matter?" Jill asked.
"I really can't go when people are watching me," the woman said. "Even though I'm ready to explode I can't go when I know that there are others right there."
"I'm sorry but unless every single woman watches you will be unable to release your bladder," the alien leader communicated to all of the women.
As Jill stood there grabbing herself right in front of this other woman who was sitting on the toilet and not going to the bathroom, she felt like she was going to pass out from the frustration of this.
"Raindrops keep falling on my head," Jill started singing as all of the other women looked right straightforward at the woman on the toilet and began singing along, when all of the sudden she leaned her head back and suddenly screamed with relief as she began releasing her bladder into the alien toilet.
As the woman in front of her started peeing loudly, Jill felt her legs trembling like she was about to faint before the woman finally got up off of the toilet and Jill slammed her ass down on the toilet. She thought the moment her ass touched the seat that she would instantly explode, but as she looked at the women surrounding her and watching her, she found that she couldn't pee a drop.
"No I really have to go, please come on," Jill said, but her inhibition had gotten the better of her, as she wasn't finding her bladder releasing, as she could see the eyes of all of the other women in front of her and behind her. Many of them were looking more relieved and that was just making her feel even worse.
Soon all of the women started singing the raindrops song as Jill tried to imagine herself releasing her bladder, and then finally after what seemed like far too long she found her bladder finally releasing as she trembled with relief, before pretty much falling off of the toilet from exhaustion as the final woman slammed her ass down on the toilet and quickly exploded.
The alien leader smiled. "Well ladies you should all be very proud of yourself, you were able to overcome your inhibitions when your need to urinate overwhelmed all of your other senses. This has been valuable data for our species and we thank you for your participation in this great experiment."
As the women were finally allowed to get dressed and returned to their beds Jill found that as soon as she got back into bed she immediately fell asleep from total exhaustion of holding her bladder all of that time.
When Jill woke the next morning she thought that maybe it was a dream if not for the fact that her bladder still felt really sore from the experience. At any rate she thought she would take it easy but later that day she decided that she needed to go food shopping, and while she was food shopping she found that she needed to go to the bathroom.
As usual there was a line and she saw couple of other women in the line who all began blushing as they recognized each other from the alien spaceship, even though they were now wearing clothes.
"Well hey at least this time we're going to have some privacy," Jill said as she and the woman in front of her in line laughed right before all of the sudden the lights went out and they suddenly found themselves paralyzed.
When Jill opened her eyes again she once again found herself naked in the spacecraft surrounded by lots of other naked women.
"Not again," Jill thought loudly at the alien leader. "I don't think my bladder can take all of that again!"
The alien leader shook his bulbous head. "Not to worry ladies, but you won't have to worry about being overwhelmed by your urge to urinate this time. Today will be exploring the phenomenon of human defecation. Now in the human body it is possible to retain solid waste for several days, so this will be a greater experiment than the last one."
As Jill felt herself naked up against the wall and looking at the faces of the other women she realized that she was wrong the other day, there were far more embarrassing things than being kidnapped by aliens, stripped naked and needing to pee! |
Here is a story from GTA 3, the idea was by a user named LifeIsStrange! I hope you and everyone else enjoy this! Sorry if this story is a bit messy as I'm unaware of GTA's plot, so some of this may be made up! Oh and BIG smut warning for this one, especially a bit of BDSM. If this isn't your thing, I'd suggest skipping entirely!
Claude ran into the scummy looking building, not wanting anyone to wait any longer than they already were. He walked through the doorway to a smiling Asuka, relaxing in an adirondack chair.
"It's my handsome handyman! Maria's all tied up at the moment but I'll tell her you called." She said, a smirk spread across her face. With his head tilted to the side, Claude opened his mouth to respond.
"Who's that, Asuka? I know I've been a naughty girl but I really need to pee!" Maria shouted from another room, Claude's eyes widening from the explicit nature from it.
"Okay, it's time you met our man inside the LPD..."
With Claude on his way to the mission she gave him, Asuka rose from the chair, walking slowly to the other room. When she peeked her head around, she could see Maria in the seat with the rope tied around her torso and the chair, her arms tied to the chair arms, too. Maria's legs fanned in and out, her thighs squeezing together as her legs came back together. Her face contorted as she bounced her bum up and down in the chair, her vaginal muscles squeezing as hard as they could.
"You alright, baby? Need to go potty?" Asuka smirked, a dash of snark in her voice.
"Y-yes! I'm burstin', please!" Maria whined.
"You know why you're here?" Asuka paced around the room slowly. "Your mans, Claude, gotta do this mission. This money needs to get to this guy and he's the best for it. So you an' I...we're gonna spend some time together, okay?" Maria gulped as Asuka sat on her lap, looking her up and down.
"U-um..." Maria mumbled, her eyes darting around.
"Man, you really gotta pee, don't ya?" Asuka laughed, poking at Maria's bladder. She let out a desperate moan, before kicking her feet really quickly, rubbing her thighs together to press her pussy lips together, stopping any potential leaks from rolling out of her. She constantly bounced in the chair, her eyes wired shut to focus on her bladder. She really didn't want to wet herself, they were her only change of clothes. With no warning, Asuka began pulling down Maria's tights and leapord skirt, her face infront of her crotch. She revealed a slutty red thong squished between Maria's thighs, spreading them apart to see her pussy better.
"Not leavin' much to the imagination, are ya?" Asuka smirked some more, pulling the thong off entirely, which resulted in a surprised moan from Maria. A singular drop of piss escaped her vulva, rolling onto the plastic chair. Maria bounced and squirmed in the seat, her ass creating a slapping sound that echoed around the room. A few oohs and ahhs escaped her mouth as pee pushed against Maria's urethra.
"Cmon, I needa wee! I'm gonna bur- O-oh!" Before Maria could finish her sentence, Asuka placed her tongue on Maria's vulva, slowly licking around her clit and vagina. Maria squirmed more, her hips moving from side to side, her hands running through Asuka's hair as she tried pulling her away. Asuka placed a hand on Maria's thigh, spreading her leg some more as she picked up the pace. A moan left Maria's mouth as pleasure took over her entire body, her piss still sloshing around in her bladder, begging for a release. As Maria felt her pleasure build to a climax, Asuka retracted her mouth from Maria's fanny, a finger in place of her tongue. As it curled up towards Maria's g spot, her desperation only got worse, the piss practically pushing its way out. A few more drops of pee escaped, this time rolling onto Asuka's fingers. Maria bounced extra quickly, her thighs squeezing together as Asuka backed away.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I-I told you I needed to pee!" Maria cried out. Asuka only smirked more, slowly walking behind Maria. She untied Maria as slowly as she could, taking in her half naked frame shaking and squirming around in the seat. Before long, Maria was completely untied and Asuka led her along to the other room, throwing her onto the adirondack chair she sat on before. More fingerings led to Maria being completely naked, as was Asuka. The cold hit Maria and her hands swung down to her crotch, squeezing her pussy lips together to stop any more pee from leaking out. Her legs fanned in and out repeatedly and quickly, more moans and quiet whimpers leaving her mouth. Asuka brought Maria on top of her whilst lying on the chair, slowly grinding her naked pussy on Maria's. Both let out moans in unison, pleasure taking over.
"Shit, baby, you got it." Asuka growled, picking up the pace. Maria, on the other hand, felt impatient, as her bladder was almost about to give way. With her pussy pressing against Asuka's, she didn't have much freedom but to press the tips of her fingers on her clit, her vaginal muscles clenched as hard as they could. Every now and again, Maria would stop grinding to press her thighs together and grip her pussy anytime pee was about to stream out of her.
"Asuka...please? I'm gonna pee all over you if you don't let me just pop a squat in the corner." Maria whined, bouncing her ass up and down in a squat position above Asuka. Her hands still attached to her pussy were slowly removed by Asuka, making her thighs instantly squishing together. This was it. Nothing could help this time.
As Asuka began grinding her pussy on Maria's some more, pee began rolling out of her, resulting in more muscles clenches and thigh squeezing. Maria whimpered and moaned as she leaked uncontrollably, her pee rolling onto Asuka's bare pussy. Asuka could only let out a giggle from the piss tickling her pussy lips.
"O-oh no, oh God!" With no warning, Maria's bladder gave way on top of Asuka, hissing out quickly. Maria scrambled off of Asuka with her pee stream still squirting out of her, standing away from Asuka. Her piss continued spraying on the floor, a pitter patter on the concrete echoing around the room. Suddenly, to Maria's surprise, Asuka picked her up whilst her stream continued and plopped her onto the seat, her legs held back.
"Mmm, that's hot as fuck, baby." Asuka growled, her hand rubbing Maria's pussy quickly as the piss squirted everywhere, uncontrollably. Loud moans left Maria, her back arching from the pleasure of her bladder's release and Asuka's touch. As her stream ended, her climax began, cum dripping from her vagina. Heavy breaths left Maria's mouth as did Asuka from all of the work she put into giving Maria pleasure.
"S-shit. Why did you do that?!" Maria whined some more, giggling with Asuka.
"I found it hot, I can't lie." Asuka winked. Suddenly, Maria placed a finger on Asuka's vulva, slowly sliding it up between her flaps. She let out a hitched moan as Maria's touch left her in shock. The slow pace left Asuka wanting more, so her hand began guiding Maria's, towards and into her vagina.
"You like that?" Maria asked, Asuka letting out a groan and an "mmm". Before long, Maria was on top of Asuka once again, their vaginas colliding and rubbing together in unison, moans leaving their mouths in pleasure. The wetness of their vulvas under each other, creating a slippery surface in which they used to only pleasure each other more. As both of them picked up their pace, their climaxes right around the corner.
More moans.
More creaks from the chair underneath.
Joyful screams and moans as they reached their climaxes together, sighing and heavily breathing. Maria faux collapsed on Asuka, giggling and laughing as he rested her head on her shoulder.
"What the fuck."
Claude stood in the doorway, his hand covering his eyes.
Yeah...they probably should've taken that to the other room. |
***contains explicit sex scene mixed with both parties peeing. Don't read if you don't want to/shouldn't be reading adult stories***
"Stop! Stop! You're going to make me pee my panties!" Amy wasn't sure why she had said that. It was true that she did have to pee quite badly. It was also true that Billy tackling her back onto his bed and tickling her just as she had been about to get up and go pee in the toilet like a big girl didn't help her desperation, either. But it was just as true that she wasn't in any real danger of having an accident. Amy was a big girl and big girls don't pee their panties anymore. Sure, there had been more than a few occasions when she was so desperate that she had fantasized about just letting it go in her pants and not caring about the mess, but she had never done it since she was little. All this went through Amy's mind in a brief moment, meanwhile Billy was still tickling her.
She tried shouting again, "You're going to get peed on if you don't stop!" Billy didn't stop. Why did he have to be such a turd sometimes? Amy had really, really been enjoying their make out session before she had tried to get up to pee. So much so that her panties were already soaked through with her juices, and she had been debating letting him take them off her when she came back. Now she was considering peeing in them instead. Sure, that would kill the mood, but he was already killing it by not stopping when she had said to. It's like he wanted her to have an accident or something. Maybe he did. She had warned him she was going to and he had kept going. What made up Amy's mind was the realization that it would feel so, so good to just let it go. Maybe she was just horny from having this hot boy all over her for the past hour, but she thought that peeing herself would be the best feeling in the whole world, and she finally had the perfect excuse to pretend it was an accident. As far as anyone would ever know, she was still a good girl who peed in the toilet like she was supposed to, only Billy had forced her to have an accident. Besides, she had already said she was going to pee herself. She wouldn't want to tell a lie, would she?
Amy relaxed. Well, she relaxed as much as she could while being pinned down and tickled mercilessly. And of course, nothing happened. It turns out that it's actually hard to wet yourself after spending years making it a point not to. An odd new fear entered Amy's mind: what if she couldn't pee herself before Billy got tired of torturing her and she missed this golden opportunity. She went beyond relaxing and pushed as hard as she could. At first, that didn't do anything, either. But then a small trickle made it's way past her pussy lips and joined the moisture already dampening her panties. She was firmly committed at this point and kept pushing until the trickle became a small stream, and then a full fledged river of pee. It hissed out of her so forcefully that one stream of pee was spraying through her panties to splash off the front of Billy's gym shorts, while several smaller rivers escaped the sides of her panties to run along her inner thighs. It felt even better than she had imagined it would. As warmth and wetness flowed out from her pussy to soak her panties, dress, and Billy's crotch, another sort of warmth radiated from her pussy to every nerve in her body. She was peeing as hard as she ever had in her life, and at this point she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to. Far from wanting to stop, she wished it could last forever. Well, maybe not forever, but if it lasted a bit longer, she knew she would soon cum from it.
As her bladder neared empty, she felt Billy finally stop tickling her. She had expected him to get off of her when he felt the pee start soaking into his shorts as well. What she had not expected was for him to go back to kissing her, and grinding his rock hard erection against her gushing pussy. That was the last thing she needed to bring her over the edge of orgasm. Her hips bucked against his and what little pee she had left to give began to shoot out in rhythmic spurts as her body shook with ecstasy. Amy came like she had never cum before in her life. She couldn't help but sigh in relief as the last waves of pleasure were accompanied by the last drops of pee lazily dribbling out of her helplessly relaxed pussy.
They lay there together without moving or saying a word for quite some time. Amy realized that the bed must have some sort of waterproof cover on it, because she was laying in a puddle from her knees to her mid back. Amy tried to say she was sorry for peeing all over Billy's bed, but he cut her off, "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen." "So you're not mad?" Amy asked. "Of course not. You did try to warn me. Sure, I thought you were being overly dramatic and you wouldn't actually wet yourself, but you did warn me." "Do you think I'm gross now?" "It was actually kind of cute." "Cute?" "Hey, I won't judge you for peeing all over and you don't judge me for thinking you're cute while you do it, ok?" "Ok", Amy said. "So does that mean you still want to have sex with me?" "More than ever."
Billy pushed the front of her soaked dress up and out of the way. He then pulled her panties to the side and slid himself inside of her in one smooth motion. Amy gasped with pleasure as she felt his cock begin to thrust in and out of her. After a few strokes, Billy started to pick up the pace, and to thrust harder and harder into her. Amy was practically being bounced up and down on the bed with the intensity of his love-making. She moaned as her pee splashed all around, getting her even wetter. Just as she came a second time, not needing to hide it but letting herself scream Billy's name this time, she felt a new kind of wetness as Billy's cum filled her pussy. The pulses of his cock shooting deep inside of her seemed to go on forever, but finally they both settled down to lay tangled together in post-orgasmic bliss.
After several minutes of silent snuggling, Billy moved as if to get up. Just before his softening tip left her lips, Amy hooked both her heels around his back, pulling him back inside of herself. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked playfully. "Well, I feel a bit silly saying this after I tickled the piss out of you, but I really gotta take a piss myself now." He made another attempt to get up, but Amy only tightened her legs around him. "Ha ha, Amy, very funny. Now let me up before I have an accident in your pussy." Amy wasn't going to let him up without a fight, though. She held on as firmly as her tiny frame could. The feeling of his cock jumping and twitching inside of her as he struggled against her while desperately trying not to pee was just too good to let go of. "Amy, you're going to make me wet myself!" "No, silly Billy, you'll be wetting me, won't you?" Saying that, Amy started tickling Billy while still holding him tight with her legs. He tried as hard as he could to hold on, but he began to spurt pee into Amy as he laughed. Far from relieving the pressure, each time his control slipped it took him more effort to regain it. Finally, still laughing from Amy ticking her, he completely lost control and started peeing forcefully into his girlfriend's sweet pussy. It was the most incredible thing either of them had ever felt. To Billy, it was like cumming in her had been, only a longer and continuous sensation. Amy felt her pussy, already stretched with the size of Billy's cock, filling to the bursting point with his pee. It mixed with the cum already inside her and sprayed from her pussy, running out to flow through her panties and join her puddle. Billy kissed her deeply as she came a third time, peeing just a little more herself as she did.
Amy was now laying in a massive lake of pee. It was so deep that her pussy was now partially submerged and full of pee. Her entire dress was soaked, as well as her hair. Her panties were full of cum. After three amazing orgasms, she wasn't sure her legs or her bladder control would work. All of this combined to make her start giggling uncontrollably. "Are you ok?" asked Billy. "I've never been better in my whole life" she got out between fits of laughter. "What's so funny then?" "Well, just look at me! Isn't this at least kind of funny to you?" Billy agreed that it was kind of funny, and asked where they should go from there. "Well, isn't it obvious?" Amy asked. "Ummm...no" Billy replied. "Let's go take a shower!" |
***same disclaimer as above: lots of sex***
"We've got ten miles to our exit. You think you can hold it, babe?" Billy had been encouraging Amy for the last several miles of their drive back to his place. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road when his girlfriend looked so damn cute squirming around in the passenger seat. Both her hands were jammed tightly in his favorite place to be, between her thighs. Amy had worn an old pair of light jeans to the concert, and Billy wondered if she knew how fucking hot she was in her "old comfy jeans", as she called them.
It had been three weeks since Amy had pissed all over herself in his bed, and then forced Billy to piss in her pussy, and they had hardly talked about it, much less repeated it. They had fucked a few times, and it was good enough, but Amy seemed to get embarrassed and change the subject whenever Billy mentioned pee and sex in the same sentence. Billy wondered if she really had pissed on accident or if she was just shy. He had only pretended to lose control in her pussy because he had thought that she was into that, and now he was worried that he'd freaked her out.
"I'll hold it if you can hold it, babe" was Amy's strained reply, pulling his thoughts back to their current situation. Billy had to piss pretty bad himself, but he could make it home. When he saw Amy start to get fidgety and ask how long it would be, he decided to put on a bit of a show and pretend to be as desperate as she was. He wanted to see where this might go.
One way or another, Billy saw that this was about to get interesting. They only had eight miles until their exit, but as they rounded the corner, he saw nothing but break lights stretching into the distance. "Mmmmmmmmm" Amy didn't say anything about the wreck, but only gave a low groan and shifted in her seat. "Fuck it," Billy thought to himself, "let's have some fun with this."
"It's ok, babe, maybe they'll get it cleared up soon and we can get to a bathroom. We just have to hold on a little bit longer," Billy told Amy, hoping that she couldn't and knowing that he wouldn't. "No it's not, I'm going to wet my pants!" Amy squealed back. "No, you'll be fine. We just have to help each other out and we'll get through it together!" "It hurts, Billy." Billy was caught off guard. He was just trying to have fun, and now his girlfriend was in pain. What was going on with her?
"What do mean? What hurts?" "My bladder!" Amy yelled back at him, "it's going to burst and I'll die if I don't pee soon!" Billy could tell from her voice she was serious. He took his hand away from pretending to hold himself and put it on her knee in a way he hoped was reassuring. "It's ok, babe," Billy whispered tenderly to her. "I'm telling you it's not, I really, really have to pee! Like now!" Amy practically screamed. "No babe, I'm telling you it's ok to just let go. I don't care about anything but the fact that you're hurting. Just wet your pants now and I'll take care of the cleanup later. It's ok." "Are you sure?" she whispered, innocent hope in her voice. "I'm sure," Billy told her lovingly, as her took her hands away from her lap and then laced his fingers with hers.
For a moment, nothing happened, but then Billy heard the distinctive hiss of pee forcing it's way past her pussy lips and spraying through her panties to strike denim. He took his eyes off the crawling traffic to watch Amy piss herself. She had kept her legs tightly squeezed together, creating a lake of pee in her lap. Soon the lake overflowed and sent a golden river between her thighs, ending in a waterfall over her knees. Pee soaked straight down through her jeans all along this waterway, so that Amy hardly had any dry denim above her calves.
A long sigh brought Billy's attention up to Amy's face. Her eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Billy asked her over the patter of urine falling on his floor mat. "Yeah," Amy breathed out. She snapped her eyes open to look at him and changed her answer, "I mean, it felt really bad to hold it that long, so I felt really relieved to not have to hold it anymore, that's all. Don't go telling people I pee myself for fun!" Billy decided to push a little further and tease her, "of course, babe. I won't tell anyone about how you like to pee your pants for fun." Amy playfully slapped his arm and shot back at him, "I hope you have an accident, too, you ass!" Billy knew Amy wouldn't call him an ass if she was mad for real, and he also knew now that he was going to have an "accident" just like she asked for.
"I think I can hold it though. This traffic is starting to move again." Billy said to continue the charade. He was almost positive that Amy could have held on but had chosen to piss her pants, but she had a good girl reputation and that would make it hard for her to admit anything so kinky. Billy's old pickup truck was moving again, and he had to stop holding himself to work the cranky gearshift on it. He exclaimed in mock dismay and he pissed himself for a solid five seconds. It felt good to soak the lap of his jeans, but he stopped himself from going any further just yet. He wanted to keep playing this game with Amy and see where she would go with it. "I'm losing control, babe. I think I could make it if I only had a third hand to hold myself."
Amy apparently caught his hint, because she reached over and put her hand on his crotch. "I've never held a boy's pee in for him before. What do I do?" she asked, clearly having more fun than she would admit in words. "You'll have to actually squeeze my cock for me. The urethra needs to be pinched shut so don't be too gentle or I'll just be pissing in your hand." Billy let another few drops of piss out as she was still looking for the proper grip to emphasize his need for her to hold his cock for him. Amy surprised him by taking it a step further than he had asked, reaching her hand down the front of his pants to grab his cock directly. "Hmmm, looks like you're the one who's really enjoying this!" she teased as she found his boner and took a firm hold of it.
Billy had been hard since he first saw Amy start to hold herself, but he told her it was only because he had a hot girl playing with his dick. "I'm not playing with it, I'm helping you not pee, remember?" she chided him, but then gave him a couple playful strokes anyway. "That feels good, babe. Can you keep doing it?" "Hey! Did you pee yourself just to trick me into giving you a handy?" she accused him. Billy denied it, but went on to explain, "it's just that a guy can't piss and cum at the same time so if you keep me close to the edge, it'll keep me from peeing anymore." He jumped in her hand and let a few more drops into his boxers to encourage her.
Amy looked unsure about his explanation, but she started stroking his erection all the same. They had left the interstate, and Billy simply enjoyed having a cute girl play with his dick for several minutes as they cruised down the dark country roads leading to his house. Eventually, though, he knew he needed to move to game along before he ran out of time to play it. He started a slow trickle running into his shorts and flexed his cock in Amy's hand in a mock struggle to stop the flow. She must have felt the new warmth in his pants, because she jerked him even faster to help him resist. "Is this working better, babe?" she asked in the sweet voice of a girl willing to do what her man needed. Billy nodded, but then let out another short but powerful jet of piss and added, "maybe."
Billy had only thought to play out having an accident right in Amy's hand to see what she made of it, but apparently she was determined to be more helpful than he had anticipated. "Don't worry, babe, I'll keep you hard." Amy said, and took his cock fully out of his pants. Since she wasn't stroking him as she freed his raging erection, he had to play his part and send a couple bursts of pee leaping into the air, but that didn't phase Amy at all as she put her mouth over his wet cock and started sucking enthusiastically.
Now Billy really was too hard to pee, but he warned her the effect would be ruined if she made him cum. Amy stopped sucking, but it was only to loosen her seatbelt so she could get more of him into her mouth. She started bobbing up down the full length of his cock, poking him in his pee soaked bush with her nose on the down-stroke. He warned her again that she was going to make him cum, but she seemed to be enjoying herself too much to hear him. She had never blown him like this before and it only kept getting better. After only a couple more minutes of sloppy deepthroating, Billy couldn't hold back and pumped rope after rope of cum into her. Amy didn't seem to notice and kept her rhythm the whole time, so that some shots of his salty load went onto the tip of her tongue, while others went straight down her throat.
Billy actually had to tell Amy to stop bouncing her mouth up and down his cock, too sensitive to enjoy it in his post-orgasmic state. She stopped as he asked, but stayed where she was with the tip of his cock resting on her tongue. Billy warned her, "that felt great and all, but I can't stop myself from peeing for much longer now, you know." Amy simply shrugged and repeated his own words of, "it's ok, babe" back to him before putting her mouth back on his partially softened member.
Billy fully let himself go this time. As he began to trickle pee into Amy's waiting mouth, he felt her swallowing every drop of it. Soon, though, his trickle grew into a full-force stream and she just couldn't keep up. Amy swallowed as much pee as she could handle, but just as much was flowing back out of her mouth to soak Billy's lap and pool under his ass before being absorbed into the upholstery. Amy must have been enjoying this Billy thought as he felt her tongue stroking his tip between swallows.
After emptying half his bladder into Amy, Billy couldn't pee any more. "What's wrong babe?" she asked. "I told you it was ok to let it go. You'll feel much better if you do." Billy couldn't believe she was actually encouraging him to pee in her mouth. "Well," he said, "that thing you were doing with your tongue was starting to feel pretty good and you got me too hard to pee again." "Who's enjoying their accident now?" Amy teased him. "Of course I'm enjoying it! I've got a beautiful girl licking my dick while it happens!" "Aww, thanks," Amy said as she leaned over to take his cock deep into her mouth again.
"What're you doing?" Billy gasped out in unexpected pleasure. Amy took his dick out just long enough to tell him, "I'm making you cum again so you can finish peeing, silly." With that, Amy got back to work noisily sucking his cock. Billy wondered if Amy realized that he had parked in his driveway five minutes ago, but he certainly wasn't going to tell her now. She quickly made good on her promise and had him cumming a second time, this time going all the way down and licking his balls while they pumped. She stayed right where she was as he finished, patiently waiting for him to resume his accident directly down her throat.
For ten perfect seconds, Billy could feel Amy's throat squeezing and releasing the head of his cock as she swallowed his piss without losing a single drop. It must have been more than she could handle, though, because suddenly she sat up, letting a spray of pee loose all across Billy's face and the dash of his truck. He was able to stop the flow as she put his cock back into his damp boxers, saying, "sorry Billy, I just couldn't swallow any more. I guess your bladder is bigger than my stomach. You'll have to finish peeing inside."
Billy didn't think pissing his pants was nearly as much fun as pissing his girlfriend, but she had earned a show if she wanted one. He relaxed and gave his last several seconds of pee to his boxers. Amy started laughing and said, "I meant inside the house, not inside your pants, silly." Just as Billy began to worry that he had guessed wrong about her desires, she added, "but you are right about it being kinda cute to watch!" Billy wasn't sure he was cute, but he told her he was glad she enjoyed the show at least. She replied back "I gave you a show, so it's only fair I get one, too! And speaking of payback, you came in my mouth twice and got me all hot and bothered. You want to take a shower together and help a girl out?"
Billy did want to help her out, very badly. He took Amy by the hand, and led her straight to his bathroom. She raised her arms overhead, silently inviting him to take her shirt off for her. After her bra followed it to the floor, Billy took her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking one and then the other until they were both hard. As he kissed a meandering path lower and lower down her body, she asked him, "don't we need to clean up? I've got pee all over me." Billy didn't answer, preferring to use his mouth to undo her pants instead. He tried to pull them down in one fluid motion, but they were too full of her fluids for him to be as smooth as he'd hoped.
Amy laughed at he struggled to strip her down. "Let me help you with that," she said, peeling her soaked pants off and turning them inside out in the process. Amy kicked them aside and moved to pull her dripping panties down as well, but Billy stopped her by taking both her hands in his own. "What are you doing, babe?" she asked with a giggle, and then added a simple "oh!" as Billy put his mouth to her pussy and started to lick and suck at it through the wet fabric.
Billy knew that she had no reason to need to pee again so soon after her accident, but he hoped she took the hint he was giving her. Amy was a smart girl and gave Billy was he wanted soon enough. Wetting her panties into his mouth must have been what she wanted to do, too, because she nearly crushed Billy's head with her thighs as she screamed out his name.
Catching her breath, Amy said, "oops. Guess I relaxed too much on accident! I thought I was empty!" Billy said he guessed she did, but he knew she liked it. He pulled her panties off and ate her out again, this time making extremely good use of his direct access to her clit. She really was empty of pee as she came a second time, but Billy found the mouthful of pussy juices she gave him to be just as delicious. Both of them now fully satisfied, Billy led Amy into the shower. |
Chapter 1 Author’s Note: Hey all, I’m a long-time secret writer who aspires to stop being so damn secret about it. After lurking here for awhile and writing my own omo stories privately, I’ve decided it's time to start sharing and see what other people think! This story is based on the anime Naruto, so it’ll help if you know the characters but hopefully it’s entertaining either way. If you do know the show: the story is, plot-wise, set somewhere in the original series pre-Shippuden. However maturity-wise, all characters are portrayed as 18+ for reasons that will, uh, become obvious as the story continues. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A Wet Encounter
Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke were getting impatient.
“Where the hell is he?!” Naruto yelled for the three of them. Sakura nodded in agreement, and Sasuke crossed his arms and looked away.
“I mean, honestly, it’s ridiculous,” Sakura agreed. “It’s nearly afternoon already! If Kakashi sensei had gotten here at 8 AM like he promised, we would’ve been halfway to Konoha by now!” She sighed and put her hands on her hips.
“Yeah, I’d really like to get some ramen for dinner,” Naruto agreed. “At this rate we won’t make it back ‘til after the shop closes.”
“He could have at least let us get breakfast in town first,” Sasuke muttered, begrudgingly admitting his agreement. “Why we had to meet him in this stupid forest clearing…”
Naruto began pacing back and forth and Sakura tapped her foot. Sasuke leaned against a tree. And the three kept waiting.
All of a sudden, there was a poof of smoke and someone materialized in the middle of the clearing.
“Finally!” Naruto cried, leaping forward, but his voice died in his throat when he realized that this was not Kakashi-sensei.
“Hey, who are you?” Sakura called. The woman giggled. She tucked a strand of long, wavy pale-golden hair behind her ear and smoothed her hands over her pink dress.
“Does it matter?” the woman teased in a high-pitched voice.
“Just tell us already!” Naruto replied.
“I’m Lady Chuya, dears,” she said. “I live in this village, and the three of you do not. I would like to ask what you are doing here.”
“We’re just waiting for someone,” Sakura explained. “We’re on our way out of here, alright? There’s no need to fight us.”
The woman giggled again. “What’s wrong? Don’t like to battle, pink hair?”
Team 7 automatically began moving into a battle formation in preparation.
“I didn’t have to ask, really,” Lady Chuya continued. “I know what you’re doing here. You’re collecting a report on the super-secret new technique that has sprung up around our village. It’s really causing quite a disturbance with anyone who passes through. Rumored to be so horrible that no one will even talk about it after it affects them.” She laughed loudly now, tossing her head back.
“Hey, we don’t know anything about your dumb technique, okay?” Naruto shouted at her. “Like Sakura said, we’re just on our way out. We’ll get going right now if you want us to!”
“Oh, but I don’t want you to go yet!” the woman crooned. “I want to play! I want you to remember me!” Suddenly she whipped her hands together and started forming hand signs. She mumbled something under her breath, then blew through her hands at them. “Let’s go!” the woman cried, grabbing three kunais out of her pocket and throwing them at the group. The three jumped backwards, instantly losing their battle formation and crouching to the ground to recover their balance.
Naruto jumped to his feet first and at first he couldn’t sense anything different. Did that jutsu even hit me? He thought. Suddenly, his bladder gave off a huge, unexpected wave of desperation. He groaned loudly and stuck his hands in his crotch, bending over. “What the heck?” he asked, voice wavering in confusion. He hadn’t even had to pee a few minutes ago.
“Really, Naruto? Now?” Sakura screamed at him from across the clearing. He looked up, embarrassed.
“Sorry Sakura! It’s just all of a sudden I really need the bathroom… ohhh, oh no…” he whined, potty dancing for a second. His bladder surged and a few drops of piss came out of himself. He straightened up to see a small wet spot on his orange jumpsuit. “Ohh, what the hell?!”
“Y-you’re disgusting, Naruto!” Sakura squeaked, but he suddenly noticed that she also had her thighs pressed tightly together. Naruto looked over at Sasuke who was standing normally, but had really pink cheeks. The woman was now giggling hysterically at them.
“Guys… is this just me or is this…?” Naruto’s question seemed to be answered as Sakura suddenly squeaked and quickly crossed her legs.
“Okay, fine, it’s not just you! I have to go too!” she moaned desperately, bending her knees. “I really have to go! It’s like it just hit me out of nowhere!”
“It’s gotta be her jutsu!” Naruto moaned in sympathy, bending back over and sticking his hands in his crotch. “And I don’t think it’s just an illusion!” The two looked over at Sasuke, who was standing completely still, face still bright red. “Oh come on Sasuke, we know you have to pee too!”
“N-n-no… you guys are such babies,” Sasuke stammered. He was clenching his fists nervously and his legs had begun frantically trembling, but he was refusing to show any real signs of desperation.
Naruto’s bladder surged again and he felt a stream of hot piss soak the front of his jumpsuit.
“Ohh, I’m gonna wet my pants!” he shrieked.
Sakura was whimpering, and Naruto looked over to see an obvious stream of pee running down her legs. She stopped it after a few seconds by bending over and shoving her hands in her crotch, but she had a small puddle underneath her now. “Me too,” she said softly, face deep red. She was definitely worse off than Naruto, though Sasuke, now shifting from foot to foot, somehow still looked to be completely dry.
“Oy, yoo-hoo,” Lady Chuya called out. “Are you guys going to fight me or not?”
“I’m ready to fight,” Sasuke choked out stubbornly. He tried to split his legs open in a battle stance, but kept his knees bent awkwardly in towards each other.
“Oh, just admit it Sasuke!” Naruto screamed at him, now visibly potty dancing.
“Ohhhh no,” Sakura moaned, and the boys looked over to see her teary-eyed. She was fully wetting her pants now, pee streaming freely down her legs and even soaking the front of her dress. She buried her face in her hands and her legs seemed to crumple underneath her, as she fell to her knees in her own puddle of piss.
“Alright, you know what Sasuke? Let’s do it, let’s fight this witch. Give me ten seconds.” Naruto leaned his head back and took a deep breath. “Ahhhh,” he moaned, letting the pee freely stream out of himself and down his legs. After he’d relieved himself about halfway, he jammed his hands into his crotch and bounced up and down to compose himself. After a few seconds he jumped into a battle stance. “Alright, let’s do this!”
Sasuke was gaping at him in shock, and Naruto looked back, feeling his cheeks turn pink. “What are you looking at?”
Sasuke suddenly jumped and summoned a giant shuriken, holding it awkwardly in front of his body as he tried to resume his bent-knees battle pose. “O-o-okay, let’s fight.” He adjusted the shuriken so it was fully covering his crotch.
“Does little Sasuke need a potty?” Naruto teased in a baby voice.
“Shut up Naruto, you literally just wet your pants!” Sasuke shouted back.
“Hehehe, and so will you!”
“Shut up, baka!” Sasuke suddenly crossed one leg over the other and bent his knees, face now burning a fiery red. Naruto laughed and pointed at him, dancing in his own pee puddle.
“I think this one needs a little more,” the jutsu woman teased, suddenly blowing towards Naruto again. He reeled backwards as the urge to piss hit him again, just as desperately as the first time.
“Aughhh, you bitch!” he shouted, shoving his hands in his crotch. “Seriously Sasuke, let’s beat this woman!”
Sasuke didn’t answer. He was still bent over at the waist and looked to be sweating, still holding the shuriken in front of himself.
“Sh-shadow clone jutsu!” Naruto shouted, managing to get his hands in the right position before gripping his crotch again.
“Augghhh!” his clone shouted as soon as it was created. “I really need the toilet!”
“Yeah, don’t we all, buddy?!” Naruto shouted back.
“Ahhh, I’m gonna wet my pants! I can’t do this!” the clone shouted, and vanished.
“Oh, come on!” Naruto shouted, feeling another surge come out to warm the front of his soaking wet pants.
Sasuke suddenly audibly whimpered. The two looked over to see him clearly losing the battle. He’d placed one hand over his crotch now, and with his legs crossed around it he was bending his knees up and down in an awkward, visible potty dance. It looked like there were tears in his eyes. He kept the giant shuriken angled so that most of his lower body was hidden, but had they been able to see him they wouldn’t have missed the large wet stain now spreading all the way to the tops of his thighs.
“Okay, new plan, Sasuke,” Naruto called as another warm leak ran into his boxers and dribbled onto his thighs. “You too, Sakura. On the count of three, we charge this woman, and we just let it all go, alright? We just completely piss our pants, no shame. But we have to beat her!”
“N-n-no way,” Sasuke stammered, his voice hoarse. “I’m not doing it.”
“You’re gonna pee yourself in another minute, what difference does it make?”
“I’ll do it then,” Sakura sobbed, getting to her feet. The woman chuckled and blew at her again. Sakura grabbed her crotch and gasped in shock, collapsing back into her puddle, rocking herself into her hands. “Sorry… it’s so bad I can’t even stand up! Ohhh…” The pee was already coming out of her again, broadening the puddle underneath her as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Sasuke, I’m about to lose control again!” Naruto said urgently. “Just piss yourself and let’s do this already!”
“I’m not letting go! I’m not… I’m not some baby like you are! I-I-I…” Sasuke choked and suddenly a hissing noise burst out of him that was so loud Naruto could hear it all the way across the clearing. Sasuke looked down in horror to see his white shorts dampening and becoming slightly yellowed, as a massive amount of piss streamed down his legs and formed a huge puddle on the ground. Lady Chuya giggled hysterically as Sasuke hung his head in shame.
“Rasengannnnnnn!” Naruto suddenly shouted, throwing himself at the woman. Distracted by Sasuke’s wetting, she shrieked as the attack unexpectedly hit her and she was blasted backwards into a tree. She cried out in pain, and turned and ran off through the forest.
Naruto landed and gasped, grabbing his crotch, but it was too late, and his orange jumpsuit continued to be saturated for another minute as his bladder finished giving out. After the stream trickled to a stop, he stood up straight. He looked over at Sasuke who had finally gotten rid of his shuriken and was staring determinedly at the ground, white pants see-through all the way to his boxers. He glanced at Sakura too, who was still crying, hands held over the wet spot on her dress, kneeling in a big puddle of her own piss.
All of a sudden, there was a poof of smoke and someone materialized in the middle of the clearing.
“Sorry I’m so late guys!” Kakashi called cheerily, holding up his hand in a wave. As soon as he’d taken in his surroundings, his expression turned to one of complete shock.
“Whoa. Guys. What did I miss?”
Team 7 didn’t answer. |
fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
pairing: Zelda/Lilith
type of couple: FEMSLASH
You can find the original on AO3 - it's still me!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29733597
Prompt:
The setting is at the end of season two, methinks. Zelda's been working herself silly trying to build the Church of Lilith and ignores her body's needs. When she finally realizes her bladder's full she keeps getting interrupted (Melvin!). Enter Lilith (Maybe Zelda sends an involuntary prayer?). Zelda being Zelda tries to hide her predicament as long as she can (past the point of comfort maybe that's up to you if you're comfortable) until clever Lilith eventually catches up. At first she wants to have fun then she realizes the situation and coaxes her into letting go (in her clothes because it's hot. I don't know why, don't ask.). Cute aftercare later.
VULNERABILITY
Zelda made a mental note to find a better way to test potions. She wasn’t regretting her decision to take on that class as well (Hilda was the best in that field but they couldn’t have students simply brewing love or healing potions for the whole semester) it was stimulating and the kids seemed incredibly alert and prone to learn, which was a true delight. Perhaps it was seeing their friends and family die that spur them to want to know more and good, but she didn’t really care as long as they listened and took notes and respected her authority.
She was satisfied with them and satisfied with that class; the thing was, still, she needed to find a better way to test their works.
Because Zelda couldn’t stay there gulping vials after vials of this or that brew, simply to tell one that he needed to add more shark skin or another that she needed to use less belladonna powder: after tasting the sixth bottle (and she couldn’t just take a sip from each, she needed to gulp down the whole thing) she already was feeling funny tasting liquids sloshing in her stomach and was slightly nauseated.
Her class counted 23 students, which meant 23 bottles of potion with some antidote after a few of the students messed up and created something poisonous.
After her class, she had the brilliant idea to go straight to her office and get rid of some paperwork.
That was almost two hours ago, and the sloshing blend of potions wasn’t heaving on her stomach anymore but had shifted elsewhere.
Now, she was glancing at the clock, her pen scribbling away on a file, her leg bouncing atop the other, the band of her pants suddenly wrapping her hips slightly too tight, and a rather uncomfortable feeling settling low and deep in her insides.
Huffing, she clenched her jaw and tried to focus on the pile of essays she needed to grade. Why wouldn’t any adult survive to help? Hilda was minding the practical side of the whole business (after all, those kids were kids and couldn’t yet take care of themselves) and Prudence helped her with some of the classes, but she was left with the tedious desk work and it was simply exhausting. Not to mention long: whenever she thought she was done with something, there was another pile of papers popping up on her desk.
Being Directrix was hard and she was struggling, but she would have never admitted that out loud, of course.
Unholy Lilith. She growled behind clenched teeth when another half an hour passed. She uncrossed and crossed her legs immediately, thinking that in a while she could spare herself a trip to the restrooms before recess (she needed to go before the students poured out of the classes and avoid some embarrassing or unwelcomed encounter on her way there).
She could wait a little more and get something else done. She was an adult. She could do it. She needed to set the example: duty and knowledge came before everything, even before one’s basic needs - yes, there was no one to see her feat, but herself as a witness was enough.
She would know she stood strong and tomorrow, she would teach, knowing she succeeded in making her mind and strong will prevail over her body.
It was silly, perhaps, but she liked to have a new achievement set for each day, and today was getting to recess with doing as much work as possible while staying focused for the whole time despite her pending need.
When Zelda noticed she was slightly rocking her hips on her chair, she stopped immediately. Swallowing with a pinched brow, she shifted back and noticed a rather uncomfortable heaviness in her belly.
30 minutes until recess, which gave her 15 minutes worth of work, still. She could do it; she had to do it. What were 15 more minutes? She pressed so hard on the paper that the quill broke and ink poured everywhere.
“For Lilith’s sake!” She cried out, trying to marginalize the damage.
The sudden jerk, however, combined with the anger and the surprise, made her unclench her legs to spur into action, and Zelda, perhaps for the first time, was made aware of the situation: the heaviness in her stomach shifted lower again, and, widening her eyes a bit, she felt a familiar and so unwelcomed pressure between her thighs. She clenched her inner muscles and stilled.
Something down there had begun to throb.
It was warm and slick but there was nothing that happened during the whole morning that could’ve made her even remotely aroused.
It wasn’t pleasurable, just extremely uncomfortable because she knew what was causing that. It was... embarrassing.
One thing was believing that the brain could overcome the body under every circumstance, another was ignoring a basic need until it became too much to handle. That was simply stupid.
It was hard to admit she was wrong and that she had to give up and surrender, but it would’ve been much harder to have an accident like a little girl of three (she was more than 4 centuries older than that!). And with the scarce magic they owned at the moment, she would have been forced to walk through the Academy with a rather eloquent damp patch on her crotch.
What a laugh for the students. There wouldn’t be an esteemed reputation for Directrix Spellman anymore: she could as much wave goodbye to her authority because, with good reason, the students would never take her seriously after something like that.
No, she couldn’t let it happen. Swallowing thickly, she pulled at her jacket and pushed her chair back with her legs, putting some distance between herself and the desk. She took a small breath and stood up quickly, both hands going to rest on the flat surface before her.
Zelda couldn’t do much but press her legs tight together as the heaviness in her abdomen made its whole presence known.
Tentatively, she straightened her back and slowly unpeeled her hands from the desk, testing her own ability to move. Fingers grazing over her belly, she almost whimpered when she felt an unnatural roundness pressing behind the button of her trousers (as much as she loathed to admit it, even inside her head, Zelda had to come within reason that her bladder was at full capacity and she was feeling close to bursting).
She couldn’t wait longer.
Gripping the collar of her jacket and shoving one hand in the pocket of her pants (she couldn’t simply fiddle with her fingers to avoid reaching between her legs to help her already sore muscles to contain the flow), Zelda made her way toward the door, quickly calculating that she had a fair amount of time to go to the restroom, relieve herself and go back to her office unnoticed and without any unfortunate outcome.
She was about to open the door when Melvin almost bumped into her.
“Directrix Spellman!” He panted, looking like he’d been chased by some werewolf, like always.
Melvin was her plague. He was the one running through the Academy shouting news and he very rarely carried good ones.
At that moment, Melvin was her greatest curse, even more than ever.
Yet, she had never ignored a student’s needs, no matter how silly they were (because as a teen, her niece made sure to remind her every day that even a simple love quarrel was a huge issue) and she wouldn’t surely start today.
“What is it, Melvin?” She inquired, shifting impatiently from one foot to another.
“You were going somewhere?” The boy asked, big puppy eyes watery as he silently begged to be heard.
Zelda couldn’t just say she was going to the restrooms (it was private!) and Melvin reminded her of her own sister Hilda: sweet, kind, altruistic, panicky, and maybe even thrown into a world of witches and darkness that wasn’t completely cut out for him. She couldn’t just refuse him help.
Lilith, give me strength.
And so she retraced her own steps back and sat down in her chair and she was surprised that she could walk rather normally, perhaps a little wobbly, but Melvin didn’t notice anything.
Once she sat, she sighed as the throb in her belly seemed to subside a little, and the fullness turned into something bearable.
Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as she thought.
“I solemnly swear it won’t take long,” Melvin promised and she nodded, giving him permission to start talking.
However, just like any promises made by a witch or warlock, it was a lie: the boy went on and on, rambling about his sweetheart Elsebeth and his old grades and the classes that he loved and hoped to attend again and about the loss of his parents and how hopeless he felt about the future.
Zelda made a mental note about asking Sabrina how mortal schools dealt with depressed students and consultants because they would probably need someone to help witches and warlocks too. After all, they all lost their families, they saw friends die, they learned their god had flaws and only recently started to pray to another: it was a lot to deal with.
By the time Melvin had slowed down his incessant talking, Zelda was chewing on her bottom lip, her crossed legs, luckily unseen (concealed behind the desk) bouncing uncontrollably.
A part of her wanted to keep on listening, but she just couldn’t, too focused on the pounding of her bladder.
She rocked slightly on her chair, managing to make it look like a simple rearrangement and she took in the involuntary clenching and unclenching movements of her core, her body trying different ways to deal with the pressure.
When the bell rang, they both startled.
Melvin offered his apologies for taking so long, but Zelda dismissed him, cheeks going aflame when she lost control of her muscles for an instant, and a rather hot, fluid tingle traveled from her lower abdomen straight to her cunt. She pressed her thighs together and begged for it not to be an actual leak, but also for the blush on her cheeks not to be too visible.
“Thank you for your time, Directrix Spellman.” The boy stammered and stood up to leave.
Zelda watched him go and only when she was sure she was alone, she allowed herself a whimper as she leaned back on her chair and extended her still crossed legs under the desk.
She felt tears pricking at the corner of her eyes when she heard the buzzing of voices rising from the corridors, signaling that recess had started.
She wanted to cry.
Now she couldn’t really venture outside her office and head to the restrooms because how would it look for her to wait in line with the students, squirming on her feet like crazy because she was about to burst? And how would she survive the sound of others relieving themselves and the running water from the sinks as they washed their hands?
The only thought of that made her shiver.
She had no other option than to wait 15 minutes for them to go back to their classes. 15 minutes weren’t much, but right now, they sounded like an eternity.
Closing her eyes, she angrily unbuttoned her jacket (not that it did much because her bladder was constricted by her pants) and clawed at her thighs, raking her nails over the fabric to hear it rustle and cope with the throbbing.
Unholy Lilith, give me thy aid. She thought, unconsciously, in her head.
Surely the Queen of Hell had faced much more challenging threats than humiliation, but right now it was vital, for Zelda, to win that battle. If only she was provided with a little magic, she would find a solution to solve her issue rather quickly, instead, she was left to deal with a basic need in a mortal way: waiting without being able to do much about it.
Zelda hated that condition.
Zelda hated everything, right now.
Soon enough, she found herself staring at the clock, the hands tickling away too slowly for her taste. Her drunken mind started to ramble about and Zelda found herself staring rather intensely at the plant vase next to the window for a couple of minutes before realizing how degrading her thoughts were, so she sighed loudly and started to bang her knees together.
Praise Lilith, praise Lilith.
She began to chant when the bell rang again: recess was over.
She needed to wait a couple of minutes before going out of her office to give enough time to everyone to go back to their classes and empty the corridor, but... she did it. Her torture would be over soon.
When she couldn’t hear a single sound coming from outside, she braced herself and stood up.
Her legs were wobbly, the heaviness of her bladder almost unbearable, and what made her pale was the fact that she just couldn’t stand up straight. If anyone were to see her like that, they would either think she was about to throw up (which wasn’t far from the truth) or about to wet her pants. There was no denying it nor a way to conceal it.
If standing was torture, she couldn’t think about walking. The restrooms were a couple of corridors and two hallways away.
She clenched her jaw like she clenched her inner muscles and drew a sharp breath, blinking up to the ceiling to ward off the tears. The last rush of a marathon was always the hardest (it was the thing they said on tv whenever she watched it, hoping for a fight between the contestants that never occurred) but also the most rewarding. She just needed to get through the restrooms. Perhaps she was worrying too much because it was very unlikely for her to meet anyone.
She could do it.
She gasped when, upon taking her first, unsteady step away from the desk toward the door, she felt a hot wave crashing toward her.
She closed her hands into two fists, her nails sinking into the soft flesh of her palms when she felt an aching pang curse through her bladder.
Narrowing her eyes to not let the swirl of flames blind her, she watched in dismay as Lilith appeared in her office.
Teatrical as always, the demoness was striking a pose, hands on her slender waist and hip slightly tilted up on one side, her infernal gown wrapping her figure perfectly and all in the right ways, the embellishment on the front of her dress framing her bosom, the collar of golden bones resting over her shoulder like armor, the crown gracefully seated on her head. Her eyes were bright and lively, her lips painted in red, curved into a smug smile that made Zelda clench her jaw even harder than before.
“You called?” She asked, with the tone of someone who already knows the answer.
“No.” Zelda almost whimpered, letting herself fall heavily back on her chair. Surely she couldn’t stand there squirming in front of the Queen and make a fool of herself.
“Pity,” Lilith mocked her with a fake pout, slowly striding closer to her desk, her gaze caressing everything that was around, even Zelda. “I thought you did. You sounded rather… demanding too.” She explained.
Zelda gulped down, cursing herself for praying to her so recklessly, thinking she had more important things to do in Hell than to actually listen to her silly requests - but that, of course, it wasn’t true because she was her High Priestess and had a direct line (so to call it) to communicate with the Queen. She’d been naive.
“What is the problem, mother Zelda?” She practically purred, her fingertips grazing over the ink-stained paper in front of her.
“Nothing.” The witch snapped, crossing her legs tightly and looking up at the demoness through hooded eyes.
If she could pretend the way Lilith addressed her hadn’t affected her, then she could as well pretend that everything was fine albeit not for long, “I’m sorry to have bothered you, it wasn’t my intention. I bet Hell requires your presence, you'll be as busy as I am... if not more.”
A smirk crept on Lilith’s mouth.
To her dismay, she watched the demoness take a step backward and lay herself on one of the chairs that Melvin had previously occupied.
Zelda found herself indulging a little too much on the way she crossed her legs and leaned back as if she was sitting on her infernal throne, the gown slipping off her thigh to reveal the tanned, freckled skin that laid underneath.
The witch shifted closer to the edge of her chair, hoping it would give some friction against the seam of her trouser to focus on, rather than the building pressure gathering low in her bladder.
“I always have time for my High Priestess,” Lilith murmured, her eyes never leaving hers.
After trapping her abuser and owning the crown that was promised, she had all the reasons to gloat, but she had no right to look that fetching, nor so grand when Zelda, right now, only felt small and stupid. Lilith was the Queen of Hell and Zelda, as her High Priestess, wasn’t making her justice.
Not that she would notice, since their relationship (if one could call it that) had always been a tug of war: Lilith would provoke her, Zelda would play aloof until one or both of them would get bored and bid goodbye until next time.
Zelda wanted to close that conversation and rush to the restrooms.
Lilith, on the other hand, seemed prone to endure a little more and it was different from any other time. Under other circumstances, she would swear the demoness was teasing her and in a rather flirtatious way too: Lilith was literally playing with her.
It made very little sense, unless… No . There was no way she could know- Oh, sweet Lilith, she knew.
“Sweet. You think I’m sweet?” The demoness tsked, “You flatter me, Zelda.”
The realization that she probably was able to hear every single thought in her head had Zelda’s eyes grow wide and her heart skipped a bit.
Unconsciously, she tightened her fists until it hurt and she vaguely wondered if she’d overdone it and drew blood from her palms.
With horror, she watched Lilith’s smile growing wider, she watched her bare her teeth and exhale a soft sigh. Her gaze, however, was the opposite of softness: it was dangerous and feral, delighted and amused.
A cat playing with the mouse.
“You know, you’re positively delicious when you pray to me,” Lilith went on, “And I can’t just ignore my High Priestess now, can I?”
Lilith had no right to sound so endearing, especially now, when her body was turning against her.
The ache in her lower abdomen and the clenching muscles of her core blended with another, much different need that only added to her discomfort.
Damn her.
“There’s nothing wrong,” Zelda replied, even though she wasn’t sure anyone could’ve ever believed her words, “You can leave, thank you.”
“I know I can leave,” The demoness replied, “But I don’t want to.”
“But you need to leave!” The witch blurted out, her voice high-pitched, a clear admission of her desperation. She felt her cheeks aflame, her whole body quaking, and she pushed her hips further into the chair, whimpering when she felt the smaller hole in her cunt pulsing with need.
“Now now, that’s not the way to speak to your Queen.” Lilith tsked again, her voice sweet as sugar, her eyes feral as a striking snake.
Zelda swallowed thickly and, despite her struggle to remain in control of her body, her hands came down to her thighs, clawing once again at the fabric, her hips rocking subtly as she grinded her bottom on the chair.
The clock in her brain wouldn’t stop tickling, reminding her the end was close. With the anxiety growing, and her body being so tense for so long, all her muscles engaged, she could feel sweat gathering uncomfortable on her skin.
Bowing her head forward when another pang cursed through her bladder, she couldn’t control her right hand and, before she could acknowledge what she was doing, she shoved her fingers between her thighs, pressing intensely against her cunt, providing a physical barrier for the fullness threatening to breach her.
“I can manage.” She whimpered meekly, eyes shut close when she realized she wouldn’t be able to remove the hand from between her legs without leaking.
She waited, squirming when she moved ever-so-slightly her fingertips against the depth of her core, rubbing the damp fabric of the panties right across her fluttering, sore muscles. She waited for the flames to engulf her prestigious guest, she waited for Lilith to get bored of her and bid her goodbyes, but nothing happened.
When she dared to look up, Lilith was still sitting on the chair, gazing at her, mouth slightly ajar.
There was no way her demoniac eyes could see what was happening behind the desk, but somehow, Zelda knew Lilith was aware of exactly what was going on and the witch felt embarrassment cloak her like a cape.
She felt exposed and judged: she was cupping herself, pushing her fingers between her thighs (hard) to avoid leaking, in front of the Queen of Hell.
She was rocking desperately on the edge of her chair in front of her Queen.
Zelda Spellman, the High Priestess, in order to spare herself a walk of shame in front of people that she wouldn’t likely have met in the first place, was about to have an accident in front of Lilith, First Woman and Sovereign of the Infernal Realm.
The fact that she would wet her pants like a child was a reality by now, but doing it in front of her would’ve killed the witch. If she had to beg, then, for once, Zelda would have begged and implored (not before trying the less humiliating way even though it would probably cost precious time).
“I wo- would appreciate it if you’d leave.” She stammered, hating how she couldn’t even control her voice.
“I would appreciate some sincerity,” Lilith countered with a heavy sigh. Her voice was emotionless (she wasn’t enraged nor amused) but authoritative, “To build a stable partnership, Zelda, we need to be honest and open with one another, don’t you agree?”
Zelda was panting now, eyes watery, her hips rocking against her hand, and she was painfully aware of the moisture seeping through the fabric of her trousers - it had been a leak or the effects of Lilith’s presence (or the teasing and the sultry voice) she couldn’t tell.
Under the demanding stare of her Queen, her voice echoing through her head, Zelda found herself nodding jerkily.
“I agree.” She mumbled, inhaling sharply from her nose when a particularly uncomfortable jolt in her abdomen made her go still for a second.
The fact that Lilith leaned over from her own chair toward the desk, granting Zelda a particularly privileged view of the low neckline of her gown, was a blessed distraction for her mind, but a damned one for her cunt. It spasmed, both in ache and arousal, and Zelda couldn’t do much but stroke more insistently over her pants.
“Then, be honest with me and tell me what you need.”
She was about to wet herself, Lilith was not about to leave.
She wouldn’t, not unless, perhaps, Zelda gave her what she wanted: voice her own need for as deprecable and humane and basic and humiliating it was.
“I have to-” The witch whimpered clamping her thighs around her own wrists when a particularly powerful throbbing wave made her almost lose control. “I have to visit the restrooms.” She exhaled, an uncomfortable heat spreading everywhere in her body.
“Why,” Lilith insisted, “Say it, Zelda.”
The witch glared at her. Why was it so important to force her to expose herself?
“Because- because I was stubborn and waited too long.” Zelda stammered, her voice turning unwillingly into a pained moan. “Because I thought I could control it and now my bladder can’t take a second more so I’m about to have an accident like a toddler.”
She wanted to avert her gaze, but the satisfied smirk blooming on the demoness’ lips kept her glue there on her face. It was like she was praising silently her courage and a blessed heat, clearly of magical nature, was spreading in her chest.
It was warm and comforting, but it didn’t soothe her need whatsoever.
“There must be no secrets between us, nor reasons to be afraid to show our vulnerabilities,” Lilith murmured, “You just needed some encouragement to lower your mask, Zelda. I'm glad you did.” She nodded, a satisfied smirk printed on her lips. “Now off you go, put yourself out of your misery, I’ll be here waiting for you to discuss something I want to arrange with your pretty little Coven.”
Zelda stared at her without uttering a single word.
Lilith was being magnanimous, Lilith knew all about her and the thoughts going on inside her head, but she clearly didn’t know about the gravity of the situation.
Zelda had run out of time: now the previous plan of rushing to the restrooms was infeasible, not without making a mess, not without humiliating herself forever.
Zelda wanted to cry, but that too was humiliating.
Lilith said she appreciates honesty? Then she would give her honesty.
After that, perhaps, the demoness would leave and finally grant some blessed privacy to just deal with her issue.
“I can’t.” Zelda whimpered.
Lilith’s face contorted into a puzzled expression, “Can’t?” She echoed, her head tilted to the side.
Zelda drew a shuddering breath and wiped angrily at her eyes with the back of her hands. If she’d dragged mascara and makeup across her face she didn’t care.
“Stand up- I can’t.”
The puzzled expression shifted again into one of mild concern that Zelda didn’t quite get.
Gasping silently, jaw slackened, Zelda watched in horror as the demoness pushed up and stepped away from her chair, approaching the desk with a confident stride.
She rounded it, gaze traveling from her horrified face down her body, settling quite obviously on her lower half.
Zelda knew she was looking at the hand buried between her thighs, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She had no other choice but to keep it there and continue stroking with her pads, her middle finger pressed directly on her breaching hole. There was no denying she was leaking by now, the dampness rather evident against her pads.
“Please, stop.” Zelda begged, tossing her head to the other side so she wouldn’t have to endure her gaze. “I did what you asked, now please leave.”
Lilith didn’t answer.
The witch was made aware of her close presence only when she felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder, slender fingers grabbing her and, firmly but gently, pushing her backward.
Panting, she slowly turned her head back and peered up at the demoness.
Lilith was giving her an encouraging smile. When the demoness nodded and pushed again, Zelda complied and obeyed the mute request, laying back until her shoulders met the chair.
Unable to stop writhing, hips buckling on their own accord against her hand, Zelda could only let out a moan when a string of pangs hit her bladder, making everything throb.
Her free hand went to claw at the padded arm of her chair, nails sinking into the foam and into the old fabric when she felt Lilith’s hand move South from her shoulder.
Ghost-like fingers grazed over her chest, pushing the flaps of her open jacket off her stomach to settle on the rounded swell that had grown esponetially over the last few hours.
Following with her eyes the foreigner hand gliding over her body, Zelda took a look at herself for the first time and remained at a loss of words when she actually realized how swollen her bladder was underneath her skin. The band of her pants was even restricting some of the swell and she actually looked pregnant like that.
The sight alone made her whine and almost tear up (maybe for different reasons but she wouldn’t dwell on that right now).
“Zelda, you’re so full.”
Lilith’s voice was low and almost marveled and so warm and endearing fanning her ear as she leaned down into her. Her hand was splayed on her belly, its weight almost non-existing and still, it was unbearable.
Like she didn’t know how full she was. It was too much. Too much of everything.
“It- it hurts.” She whimpered, pushing her fingers even further against her pulsating cunt. Her hand had almost gone numb. “I beg of you to leave.”
“No.” Lilith replied, her hand stroking, light like a feather over the outstretched, sensitive skin of her abdomen sheltering the overworked bladder underneath. “I don’t want you to hurt, Zelda, but I won’t leave.”
The witch shook her head desperately at the implication. Lilith could ask anything of her but that crossed every boundary.
“I can’t.” She whined, her breath ragged as she squirmed, trying to back away even from that slightest of pressure. “I won’t, not with you watching.”
She swallowed, her body jerking forward when she felt hot liquid gush out of her without any possibility to stop it. She clenched her muscles, pressed her finger hard on her leaking hole, and managed to stop the flow (not for long, she knew).
“Why not?” Lilith wondered, her voice grounding against the shell of her ear, “It’s between you and me.”
“Exactly. I still have dignity.” If she succeeded in cajole her to go in the next 10 seconds, perhaps she would have had her accident unseen from any eyes but her own. 10 seconds though, not one more.
Instead, she felt the tip of Lilith’s nose trace a small, messy path against her cheek.
“Oh, but it won’t strip you of your dignity, Zelda.” Her voice was sultry and rich.
Zelda yelped when the demoness’s hand abandoned her stomach only to be joined by another, thumbs sliding effortlessly past the bands of her pants.
She felt some drip escape for the unforeseen invasion, but a sense of relief, albeit minimum, when deftly fingers popped the button of her trousers open, granting a little more space to her bladder to expand.
“Quite the contrary, in fact.” Lilith whispered again, her teeth only grazing at the skin of her neck, close to her pulse point. “Let go, and I’ll tell you a secret.”
Zelda mouthed a string of ‘please’ when she felt slender fingers wrap around her wrist and yank her hand from between her thighs.
The absence of it triggered another spurt to escape her and, helpless, she looked down at herself only to see a small patch of darkened fabric on her crotch.
“For your Queen.” She whispered, and her other hand claimed her previous spot above her stretched abdomen and pushed.
AIf a mild pressure was already unbearable, an actual pressure was unthinkable to fight.
Involuntarily, her legs unclenched and spread lightly while the witch body let go all at once, a spurt of hot liquid gushing forcefully against the layers of clothes and dampening the fabric.
Zelda was panting, eyes closed into something similar to bliss where Lilith was everywhere around her and her voice was everywhere inside her and there was no humiliation, nor embarrassment, but just them, at that moment, because it hadn’t been an accident but something she needed and something Lilith desired to witness.
When Zelda leaned back in her chair, utterly spent and sore, she didn’t dare to open her eyes. She swallowed and focused on regulating her own breathing, Lilith’s one, slightly labored, fanning her neck (and by the way the air hit her skin, she was almost sure the demoness was smiling).
“Vulnerability is an indication of power, Zelda.” She murmured, her hand lazily caressing the restored taut area between her navel and her crotch. “You let me watch and stay while you were at your weakest, your very own body turning on you, making you lose the control you love so much.”
Very slowly, Zelda blinked her eyes open and for the first time, she gazed into those ocean eyes and found something calm behind them.
“I was asked by my Queen.” She murmured softly, her voice still quivering.
“And I’m very pleased.” Lilith offered her a smile, “You’re done?”
Zelda swallowed, engaged her inner muscles, and forcefully pushed the last few drips out of her. The process wasn’t pleasurable and a general soreness settled everywhere in her lower half.
The witch whimpered and tried again just to be sure to be empty, then nodded lazily.
“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes, then,” Lilith said and, effortlessly, she grabbed the chair and spun it the other way, so she was facing away from the mess that laid on the floor, hidden under the desk.
To her utter surprise, Zelda watched the Queen of Hell kneel in front of her and looped her fingers into the band of her undone trousers and under the elastic of her panties.
The witch took the cue and slightly lifted her hips to help her discard the ruined clothes, and a blush crept on her cheeks and neck when she took a glimpse on the rather eloquent glistening patch of thicker moisture on the inside of her underwear.
Lilith must’ve noticed too because she smirked.
Quickly, Lilith freed her legs, leaving cool dampness on the witch’s skin, and crashed the clothes into a messy ball to throw over the puddle under the desk, letting the fabric soak up the mess to further ease the future cleaning.
“Does it still hurt?” She inquired.
“It stings a bit.”
“Let me kiss it better.”
Reverently, the demoness placed one hand on each knee and looked up at Zelda, silently asking for permission. The witch nodded and spread her legs under her gentle guide.
She couldn’t believe what was about to happen and yet… it felt so right, natural, exciting.
“Oh Zelda, you’re beautiful,” She heard Lilith breathing, gaze raking over her bare lower half, “Hold this for me?”
Without averting her eyes, the demoness reached her crown and tugged it off her head, a few strands of hair caught in the spikes resting tousled over her curls.
Zelda blindly put it over the desk, her eyes immediately fluttering close when the first, bold lick lapped at her overly tired cunt and made her see stars.
Zelda was so sensitive for all the clenching and the teasing and soon she found herself bucking her hips against Lilith’s voracious mouth.
Attentive of her previous statement, the demoness was working her tongue greedily but carefully over her clit and puffy labia, spreading the sweet wetness around her folds, touching all the spots like she was used to fuck the witch all the time like they were lovers from centuries (and perhaps, unconsciously, they had been).
Zelda couldn’t believe the pleasure the demoness was able to draw from the pain, and soon she found her hand carding through her hair, urging for more.
Lilith obediently suckled on the throbbing clit, her damp chin pushing rhythmically against her slit.
A predator, a monster, a beast. A huntress, goddess, salvation.
When she stilled, her thighs clamping at either side of the demoness’ head, it was another kind of release, but equally satisfying.
Her body fell slacken on the chair, utterly spent, and she watched closely with hooded eyes as the Queen of Hell emerged from her thighs, blood-red lipstick smeared around her mouth as she’d just feasted on a fresh cadaver, wiping away her arousal with the back of her hand.
Zelda thought about offering her own service (mouth or fingers or both it didn’t matter) but she was so tired and weak that she knew she would disappoint. Besides, Lilith didn’t seem prone to pretend a return of favor (if it was about that).
When Lilith presented her empty hand, Zelda smirked, reached blindly on her desk, and retrieved the crown.
The demoness wore it.
The witch fixed it for her.
“Oh, now you’re leaving.”
“I have to. As you said, I’m very busy.” Lilith winked as she stood up and smoothed the skirt of her gown. “But rest assured that I will be thinking of you tonight, in my bed, when I’ll take the mess you’ve caused in my hand.”
The implication was enough to make Zelda’s core throb again.
Unholy- Zelda stopped in time, eager to preserve a little dignity and a small advantage over the demoness: she’d been desperate (in more than one way) quite enough for one day.
Lilith flickered her wrist, cleaned up everything, and even provided some freshly cleaned clothes; despite the previous sensation of feeling dirty and sticky, now Zelda felt like she’d just stepped out of a steamy, rose-scented shower.
“I believe we’ll form a stable allegiance, you and I.” She smirked.
Before Zelda could even think about an answer, boney fingers sank into her cheeks, keeping her face still when the demoness blew on her mouth and stamped a kiss on her lips, sealing the unwritten contract.
The witch watched her go, engulfed by a hot swirl of flames, her voice strong and vibrating inside her head.
“Until next time, my beloved.”
Edited August 14 by Lilithbby
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NOTE: All characters are aged up to a respective 18+ range
PLOT: Eda and Luz had been invited to a party in The Boiling Isles, but Luz forgot to pee before they left, and gets into quite the adventure as she tries to ignore her need to pee just to enjoy the party, getting more desperate by the minute.
WARNINGS: No warnings really apply here!
”So, how do I look?” Luz asked as she spun around, wearing a long, glittery purple dress, so long that it touched her toes. She wore a purple and white flower crown to go with, and some white heels. “Woah kid, you chose the perfect outfit for tonight.” Eda said impressed. “Don’t forget, todays the 5 year anniversary of us defeating Belos!” Luz said happily. “Well we got no time to lose, let’s bounce! King, can I trust you alone?” She asked, glaring at the Titan. “Yep! I’ve got company anyways.” He said as he pointed towards Hooty. “Alright, see ya!” Eda said, as she grabbed her staff Owlbert and flew off, along with Luz, who rode on her staff, Stringbean. Eda quickly turned to face Luz. “Luz, are you sure you didn’t forget anything?” She asked with a concerned look, as Luz shook her head No. “No, I’m sure!” She said positively, as Eda smiled.
After about 10 minutes of flying, Luz felt a familiar tingle in her lower abdomen, she did indeed forget something, she forgot to pee before they left. She had a nervous look on her face as she squirmed a bit. “It’s gonna be fine Luz, you can hold it until you get there, easy!” Luz thought to herself as she just relaxed and quickly stopped squirming. They quickly stopped by the Blight Mansion, where the party was being held. They both set theyre staffs by some sort of Palisman area, as they quickly entered, being greeted by Amity, who seemingly blushed at Luz’s appearance. “Welcome guys! Get yourselves comfortable!” She said kindly, as Luz sneaked a little smooch on the cheek for Amity, which made them both blush, but Luz’s blush wasn’t only from the kiss, it was from her need too. She was turning her head, trying to find a bathroom, but was suddenly pulled away by some guy. “Aren’t you the Luz Noceda? The one who defeated Belos?” He asked her. “Uhm, yeah! I am.” She said kindly. “You did such a kind deed! You know, when I was a witchling, I remember the day he was declared as Emperor.” He said, as he quickly started rambling about the olden days. Luz didn’t know what to do in this situation, all of a sudden, Amity came up to them.
”Hey guys, would you like some drinks?” She asked both of them, the guy gladly took a cup from the plate, as Luz looked at the glass and gulped. She knew this would affect her, but she took it anyways. “Thanks cotton candy haired goddess!” Luz said, which made Amity blush, as she quickly went over to the rest of the guests. Luz looked at the drink in her cup, as she gulped it down.
The guy had been rambling for about 30 minutes now, as Luz was now doing a potty dance, it wasn’t fully visible because of her dress, but only people who knew her well could notice, such as Eda. Eda was talking to Raine as she quickly looked up to check on Luz, as she noticed her wobbling a bit, she looked at Raine. “Could you excuse me for a minute?” She asked them politely, as they nodded. “Of course!” They said politely, as Eda walked up towards Luz. “I am so sorry, but I need Luz for a favour, could you excuse us?” She asked him, as the guy just shrugged and walked somewhere else. “Luz, are you okay?” She asked her concerned, which received a nod from Luz. “Uh yeah, I’m fine! Just a little.. hot in here!” She said, flapping her hand to indicate it. Eda just shrugged, but then noticed the snacks area, as she noticed a chugging contest. “Oh boy! We have to try this!” She said, quickly dragging Luz towards the snacks area, Luz quickly took one look at the person who was currently chugging some sort of juice, which sent shivers down her bladder.
After a desperate 3 minutes, it was Luz’s turn, she grabbed the cup, that had cherry juice in it, the cup was big, as big as her head. She put it up against her lips, dreading what would happen next. She quickly chugged it as everyone chanted “Chug chug chug chug chug!” After a good minute, she slammed the cup on the table and panted, as everyone cheered, as Eda patted her on the back “that was very impressive! Great job kiddo!” She said, as they continued on with the party.
An hour in, Luz grew more desperate and desperate by the minute. Shifting from side to side. The last few drinks were not a good idea, Eda took notice of this and glared at her. “Luz, why are you doing, well uh, that?” She asked her, confused by what’s wrong with her. “Oh, I’m fine! I’m just, dancing to the music!” She said, as she swayed from side to side, trying her best not to grab her crotch at this rate. Eda Just gave her a confused head tilt, but chuckled. “Oh Luz, you may be 20, but you sure are the kid I first met, all those years ago.” She said sweetly.
About 20 minutes later, the party had now started, and for real this time. People were dancing, doing all sorts of challenges, throwing each other in the air, and way more. Suddenly, it started raining outside, and in The Boiling Isles, its acid rain. The trickles and gushes of the rain made Luz even more desperate, as she started squirming. “Okay Luz, you gotta try and take your mind off of this.” She thought to herself, as she went towards the crowd of the guests, dancing their butts off. Luz started to dance Aswell, but suddenly, Amity grabbed her, one of her hands pressing her bladder, as the crowd started to lift her up, and threw her in the air, as they all cheered “Luz Luz Luz Luz Luz Luz!” Eda took notice of this, as she cheered “Wooooo! That’s my girl alright!” She shouted. Luz was at her limit. After a good 2 minutes, she was let down from all the throwing and chanting, as she walked towards Eda. “Woah, these people are cray cray!” She said jokingly, as Eda chuckled. “You are the one that’s cray cray kiddo!” She said, as she tickled Luz, which made her grab her crotch instantly and whine. “Agh! No, stop!” She whined, she felt herself leak. This caught Eda by surprise. “Luz, somethings wrong, you can tell me. Do you perhaps need the bathroom?” She asked her sweetly. Luz quickly realised that she just grabbed her crotch, as she found yet another excuse. “No no, it’s just that, I was a bit surprised by that tickle, that’s all!” She said, as Eda just looked at her, but shrugged.
About 2 hours in, Luz was about to pop. She was sitting on a chair, grabbing her crotch, squirming and whining. Her face was as red as a tomato, and tears were welling up in her eyes. Quickly enough, she realised that some of the people she knew at the party, were doing a statement of how much The Boiling Isles had changed since Belos’s passing. Eda came up to Luz and asked her “so, are you ready for this Luz?” She asked, which received a “N- Guh… No…” from Luz. Now Eda was just simply worried. She rubbed Luz on the back, as she asked her “I can sense somethings wrong, just tell me, okay?” She told her, as Luz nodded. “I Uh.. Hmmm… I’m nervous…” Luz lied once again, and Eda believed her. “That’s fine kiddo, you’ll be alright, say, why do you keep grabbing yourself like that?” Eda points out at Luz’s crotch holding state, as Luz quickly removed her hands from her crotch, which made her leak even more, as a small puddle had formed on th chair, luckily her dress was lifted up so it didn’t get wet. “Oh uhh, I was just, fixing the fabric of the dress?” Luz said, trying to find an excuse.
“You know you can tell me anything.” Eda told her, as Luz just shook her head. “No no r- really, I’m fine!” She said, visibly shaking her leg while crossing them. “A-anyways I g- gotta…. Ah!” Luz started to leak way more, to the point that it started to dribble from the seat, as Luz grabbed her crotch in a hurry, as Eda noticed this, she picked Luz up with her one hand, as she started to frantically look for a bathroom. “Hey hold on, I ain’t a baby! You don’t need to carry me, I don’t need to pee!” Luz insisted “Well you sure are acting like one now, and I literally just saw you leak.” She said, chuckling a bit until she let go of Luz, and let her go into the stall. “I’ll wait out here, alright?” Eda said, standing outside of the bathroom door.
Luz quickly pulled her undies completely off, as she tossed them on the floor, she quickly opened the toilet as she lifted up her dress, doing a potty dance meanwhile, she quickly sat on the toilet as a loud, hard gush of urine hit the toilet bowl. “Ahhhhh… Oh my Titan…” Luz groaned in huge relief.
About a minute later, she quickly wiped up, flushed and washed, and quickly tried to air dry her wet undies under those hand dry-blower things, they were seemingly damp, but that didn’t matter, she put them on and came out of the bathroom. “Feeling better?” Eda asked her concerningly, As Luz nodded. Later on, she would have to do her speech, and she wasn’t nervous anymore.
The end! This one came to mind some weeks ago. |
This is based loosely on the time I was most desperate to pee in my life.
Melody had had a wonderful night out. She and her friends had been at the bar for much longer than they thought they would have been - it was almost last call! She’d been talking, dancing, and drinking all night (since about 10pm so close ton4 hours). She’s gone to pee many many times, having broken the seal hours ago.
When the bartender shouted last call, melodys friend went and bought two more beers for everyone. They had 10 minutes to drink them, and everyone had had about 4-6 previously. Melody had 5, was working on her 6th, and the was given 2 more.
In 15 minutes, Melody had 2 and 3/4 beers. She was feeling tipsy and she had to pee really badly. Just before the bar closed she ran into the bathroom and had a very relieving pee. She rubbed her hands over her bladder, feeling it deflate as she emptied.
And then she came out and left with her friends. They waited on the street for a cab, with a lot of other people. As they waited, Melody felt a little twinge in bladder becoming more and more frequent. She had to pee. AGAIN!! ‘We are only 15 minutes from home, I’m not gonna pee myself or anything’ she thought to herself. Still so, the twinges turned into throbbing and Melody suddenly realized her bladder was full and she really really needed to pee badly. She glanced around, looking for somewhere to relieve herself. That’s when the cab showed up. Not wanting to make them have to wait for another cab, Melody got into the backseat, without saying a word to her friends.
And so begins the 15 minutes of her life that Melody was more desperate to pee than she’d ever had been.
At first she tried bucking her hips forward, holding herself up with her arms to take away some of the pressure on her bladder. But one bump in the road caused her to lose her balance and as her bladder jostled around and she slumped into her seat she felt pee rush out of her bladder to her peehole.
She carefully leaned back in her seat, and put her sweater over her lap. Under her sweater, Melody grabbed at her jeans and pulled them away from her body, trying to help her bladder feel some relief. She careful undid the button and unzipped the jeans. Her bladder swelled out over the open part of her jeans. She looked down and was amazing as she didn’t know it was possible to need to pee so badly that one’s bladder swelled out.
That position didn’t work for long though, her bladder was now throbbing violently every 5-10 seconds. How much longer she thought, as she looked out to see she was about 5 minutes away.
She was now frozen sitting with her back arched against the car seat and she was pushing her bladder out so it could keep filling as it was. She had to pee so bad. Like nothing she had ever had to pee before, or since. She’s never seen or heard a story of anyone as desperate as she was. She had her hands stuffed inside her panties - one of them holding tight to her peehole and the other one holding her panties away from her expanding bladder.
They pulled onto her street. She just held on for dear life, taking short, shallow breaths (deep breaths jostled her bladder too much).
They were in front of the house next door to her when it happened. She leaked. Well, she gushed. A strong burst of pee forced its way out, completely involuntarily. They pulled into her driveway. The shake of the car as they turned it off made her leak again.
This is when she realized she had to get out of the car. She opened the door, trying not to move her torso too much. Braced her body and held up her bursting bladder with her arms and she swung her legs out of the car, one as a time while grinding her pulsating peehole against the seat of the car. Finally, she knew she need to stand up. She started scooting body towards the edge of the car, feeling like her bladder was a bowling ball inside of her. She grabbed onto the car and attempted to stand up.
She had to pee so badly and her bladder was so full that a jolt of pain thrust throughout her bladder when she tried to stand up straight. She couldn’t stand up straight. She thrust her hand into her panties, while her other hand had to let her panties snap back down right over her bursting bladder. She needed that hand to open the door of her house. She shuffled slowly, hunched over, hand in crotch, taking small, short (but fast) steps she she made her way to the front door.
As she walked, she began to leak. Pee was now snaking down her legs. It was a constant dribble, a thin little line of liquid exiting her body. She was still squeezing her peehole hard, this was what she genuinely could not hold and was escaping out.
At the door, she thrust the key into the door and began to turn it. As she started to turn the key a wave of desperation like she never knew was physically possible washed over her. Pee was immediately gushing out of her. She had absolutely no control over what was happening. Pee sprayed out of her body at such force it was bursting out of her jeans in a single stream. She just stood there for a whole minute, with a single thick stream of piss exploding out of her jeans until it slowly turned into a trickle. Suddenly, the trickled turned into a full blast firehouse for about 20 seconds and the back to trinkle for a comedic amount of time.
Melody looked down at her soaked pants, and her porch which had no dry spot on it at all. She did up her pants (which fit perfectly again) and walked inside, straight to the toilet where she sat down and finished emptying her bladder. |
"They are modest to greed, generous to the truth of the world. When the heart is peaceful, the seven seas cry! Rising Force!" With a flash of lightning that could split a mountain, Ky Kiske's Thunderseal sword broke through the shroud of darkness, and for the first time in hours, the girl inside could see light. Even if only for a moment, before her eyes drifted shut and she fell to the ground, caught by a familiar warmth before she could hit anything.
A former Holy Order knight turned IPF officer, Ky had seen a lot in the world, but nothing like this: a young woman, extremely long blue hair drifting in the breeze, her thick black tail that coiled beneath her occasionally twitching, and two mismatched wings protruding from her back that morphed into their own human forms halfway along, one a dark reaper and the other a light angel, the latter cradling the main body. She was a monster, not much other way to put it.
But what could one expect when Dizzy was a Gear? The thrice-damned bioweapons had ravaged the world for a hundred years and nearly driven humanity to extinction, all under their leader, Justice. Justice had only just been destroyed for good, another Commander Gear suddenly appearing so soon was more than enough reason for Ky to go and destroy it before the Crusades could begin anew, for the good of everyone he knew that had lost their lives to these monsters, for the memory of Kliff and all his other fallen comrades.
"Dizzy!" The young pirate girl, May, ran out from the hiding spot she had taken during the violent duel, and jumped onto Dizzy's body. Tears ran down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around the Gear, hugging her tightly.
Dizzy began to regain consciousness then, her red eyes lazily opening, like she had just been woken in the morning. "Oh... Hello, May. I'm sorry, did I fall asleep again?"
What Ky had found here was the same as their first meeting some months ago: a pure, innocent girl. An incredibly powerful one, as the injuries he had sustained during their battle could attest to, but in terms of personality, she was no threat. Still, he kept his distance, and his grip on the Thunderseal's hilt never loosened.
He didn't need to close the gap himself, it turned out, because once she was able to stand on her own, Dizzy walked over in his direction. The way she carried herself suggested a bashful and nervous disposition, yet she never averted her eyes. If anything, that made Ky more uncomfortable. "You were the one who rescued me, weren't you?"
Ky nodded. "Yes, you were on a rampage, and somebody had to stop you. Me and Testament," he said, pointing to the slender, black-garbed man leaning against a tree, clutching his side.
Upon seeing Testament, Dizzy gasped, placed her hands over her agape mouth, and rushed over. "Oh no! I hurt you, didn't I?"
"Nothing serious," Testament assured, standing upright. "Having to cooperate with a human hurt my pride more."
The two began speaking in more hushed tones, leaving Ky only able to overhear small whispers. All he could gather was what an odd sight this was. Both were inhuman, true, but Dizzy was good, and Ky had met Testament while the latter gave himself to the task of resurrecting Justice. Yet, the two seemed so close, Dizzy looked at Testament with a sense of familiarity and kindness.
Whatever they were talking about, it didn't appear to be pleasant, judging from the way Testament's face hardened, and Dizzy shrunk back, nervous. Finally, their talk ended, with Testament refusing to even look her way, and Dizzy slunk away back to Ky. Ky, of course, had little idea what had just gone down, and could therefore say nothing on the matter.
Even if he did have something to say, it didn't matter, because the Gear talked first. "Would you take me with you?"
"W-what?!" Ky could think of an endless list of reasons to refuse such a request. He was a public figure, being seen with a Gear so soon after the Crusades would cause panic among the populace, that was the reason Dizzy had been taken in by the Jellyfish Pirates in the first place. He continued to fight regularly, it wasn't fair to put her through that. And even worse, he was currently secretly looking into some very shady people, in the Post-War Administration Bureau. Having anyone close to him put them at risk.
But Dizzy continued to look at him, with an expectant gaze, and she continued. "All my life, it feels like I've been confined. To my village, to this forest, to the Mayship. I'm already three years old, and I feel like I don't know anything about myself! Who am I? What am I? And what about everyone else? I must know! If I remain ignorant, then something like today could happen again!" It was subtle, but small tears shimmered on the inner corners of her eyes.
In contrast to Dizzy's constant stream of thought, Ky was speechless. So recently, he had carried a burning hatred for all Gears, and here was possibly the strongest one expressing a fear of causing harm. Once upon a time, if he had seen this, he would have assumed it was a trap to appeal to his humanity and stricken them down with extreme prejudice.
But he no longer thought Gears were inherently evil, and it was all thanks to his meeting Dizzy. She had opened his mind, expanded his world beyond just black and white, a gift that had truly awoken him to reality. And here this same girl was, asking for his help, his education on the world. In a sense, it was what she had given him, it would only be fair to return it. "I think I understand exactly what you mean. If my companionship will ease your worries, then I am willing to give it."
It was somewhat of a slow realization, but as Ky's approval sank in, whatever sadness Dizzy held on her face vanished, faded into an expression of true happiness. "Oh, thank you!" She seemed to bounce as she talked, and when she turned towards May, she shifted and fidgeted in place. "You can go back without me, May! Tell Johnny I'll be late tonight!"
May answered back with a knowing smirk. "Don't worry, Dizzy, I understand perfectly. Be sure to be careful!"
"Okay!" With a skip in her step and her tail swinging, Dizzy wrapped her arm around Ky's, who flinched but did nothing to pull away, and the two walked off.
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Dizzy had lived in these woods for some time, but trotting through today, it seemed so different. The often-gloomy atmosphere seemed completely gone, she could hear the chirps of the birds and the squeaks of the squirrels so much more clearly, even the air seemed to carry a pleasant scent to it. Her chest felt tight, her heart beat quickly, and butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.
Said butterflies used their tiny legs to tickle a lot of the parts in her tummy, which included the spot right below it, accentuating the natural discomfort that radiated from it. Dizzy recalled her day's activities. She woke up on the Mayship a bit later than she usually would, and to make up for lost time, got straight to work on her assigned chore: laundry. She had struck up a conversation with Johnny whilst putting everything on the clothesline and had offhandedly hinted at her concerns regarding her purpose in this world. Suddenly, Johnny ordered the flying ship change course, and dropped her and May off in the Forest of Demons, the place Dizzy had hidden away for so long, where Testament still lived. After that, her head began to hurt, and the next thing she knew, she had broken free of Necro's intervention thanks to Ky.
It was a lot to reflect on, but right now she was only focused on one detail that this mental organizing had brought to light: I haven't relieved myself today. She had been effectively unconscious for an unknown length of time, but as she looked up at the sun's rays peeking through the trees, she deduced that it was either mid-morning or mid-afternoon, and judging by the discomfort, the latter seemed far more likely.
Much of the time, Dizzy hated her powers, only capable of destruction and inspiring fear and hatred. However, she had to admit, a Gear's incredible strength did have some advantages when it came to her bladder. Even a humanoid Gear such as herself enjoyed a capacity well beyond that of her peers, something she hadn't even really noticed until becoming one of thirteen girls in the Jellyfish Pirates. Her bathroom schedule had become going once in the morning, and maybe once in the evening if she had kept better hydrated than was typical.
Of course, such timing in her little breaks was not always a part of her life, as she was so harshly reminded of as she looked off into the distance. Trees, bushes, and other plants of all shapes and sizes populated every bit of land around her, stretching far off into the distance in all directions. If she focused on any one of them for too long, her need would inevitably worsen.
Obviously, Dizzy didn't just "hold her pee" for the years she lived in the forest; she had been conditioned for the majority of her life to see the flora as her toilets, and with no shortage of them to use and nobody to bother by doing so, she had (somewhat reluctantly) adopted a policy of "go when I feel it". Even when Testament joined her, that didn't change, it was just too convenient, though she did make sure she was hidden from view now when she did so.
This behavior only changed when she became a Jellyfish Pirate, as now she shared the restrooms with more than a dozen others. She thought, it would be rude to occupy one when someone else wanted it, so began the new practice of waiting and holding. Yet, all things considered, Dizzy hadn't been in that frame of mind for very long, it was proving very tempting to return to her old ways. So much greenery she could generously "water" if she just gave into desire.
"Here, allow me to give you my coat."
"Huh?" Things had been quiet for a bit, Dizzy being a bit absentminded for the expected reasons, she hadn't expected Ky to speak up. It had startled her, though nothing she couldn't handle. And, when she looked over at the man beside her, she found him removing his long white coat, unbuttoning the blue breastplate that kept it together on the front. "You don't need to do that for me."
"I see that you're shivering, I can imagine you would be cold dressed as you are."
Was I shivering? Perhaps I am more desperate than I thought. True, just thinking that seemed to make the pulsing sensation in her abdomen more intense, though the area didn't appear to be bulging out at all, so maybe it was all in her head. She could very easily see her navel region, as her outfit left much of her torso exposed. There were straps to cover her chest and bottoms that did enough, but with thighhighs and big sleeves with equally large shoulders, she felt enough skin was concealed. "Is something wrong with my outfit?"
"W-well..." Ky's pale cheeks ignited a harsh hue of pinkish red, and he seemed to suddenly find it difficult to look in her direction. "It's just that... Most would consider it to be overly revealing, perhaps even obscene."
"Oh, is that right? Well, I do also have the clothes Johnny gave me, though I find the shirt a bit on the short side." And the shorts don't cover much more than these do, and I have to wear them a little low to fit my tail over them. A bit more of my rear end than I'm comfortable with stays out.
Just for a second, the way Ky looked at Dizzy seemed to be imagining, picturing her in a certain way, before he very hastily looked away and covered his face. "I-I think it would be best to find you more suitable clothes."
Dizzy nodded. "I'd like that, if you would be so kind as to help me choose something."
"Very well, though it may have to wait for another day. Your state of dress shouldn't cause any problems here, in any case."
I know he's correct, but... If nothing changes, I'll need new, dry clothes. She had hoped that talking would distract her from her needs, but if it would birth conversation that would lead back to her pee, hope was dim. What will I do?
"You shouldn't hurt yourself, Dizzy."
"Eep!" And being startled wasn't going to help anything. If it were Ky's voice, she might have been somewhat braced for it, but this was a gentle woman's voice. However, if anything, she should have been less surprised by this one; after all, this was one she had talked to a lot, one she could never be without. Looking over her left shoulder, she saw the concerned face of Undine looking down from only a foot away. Dizzy sighed in an exasperated way. "Please don't surprise me, not now."
"Sorry, but you might be a bit past the point of the 'taking it slow' approach already." Undine had a point; Dizzy's wings only took on their personified forms when she was in trouble. Whether it was serious mortal danger, or she just needed to tinkle really badly, if she was worried and in emotional distress, they would appear.
"I know," Dizzy morosely whined, "but I don't know what I can do. It's... It's embarrassing to say anything about it to... You know, him." She nodded her head in Ky's direction, walking ahead of her.
"I'll knock him out so you don't have to worry about it," came a deep, gruff voice belonging to Necro.
Dizzy knew something like that would be Necro's solution. "No, don't do that! He doesn't deserve that! I li-"
"You don't know anything about holding back, you'd sooner kill him," Undine snarked.
"Better dead than doing something terrible to her," Necro retorted back, his voice escalating.
"You've done enough damage for today, don't you think?"
"You're still talking, so I can do more!"
"Go for it! You still haven't seen what I can do to you!"
The two wings would have absolutely come to blows, were it not for Dizzy intervening, reaching her hands up to cover their faces and push them apart. "That's enough! Stop it, no fighting!" They struggled, but she did not let up until they finally began to pull back. "There." Dizzy sighed, relieved that no more blood was spilled.
Although, what she saw next was almost as bad. Having turned around, Ky was looking straight at them. His brow raised, confused, and he was speechless. Dizzy pulled her hands over her mouth, using her palms to hide the bright blush she soon sported. "Ah! D-did you hear all that?"
Ky soon found his words. "Just from when they started shouting."
Dizzy's heart rate soon returned closer to normal. Good, at least he didn't hear why this started. Such were the benefits of her wings being attached to her body: close proximity, low needed volume.
"Rest assured, I have no ill intents for you," he continued, flashing an awkward smile of attempted confidence at the wings. Undine returned an icy glare, and Necro dragged one finger across the neck of his hood. Ky shrunk back.
Dizzy shook her head. "You don't need to be scared, I trust you. Necro and Undine mean well, they can just be... aggressive."
"Are they always like this?"
"Most of the time, yes. I suppose they think I have a lot to be protected from. But they do it because they love me, and I love them. They're also not around when everything is okay and I don't need them."
"Then, why are they here now?"
Dizzy's blush quickly returned. I-I can't say what I'm really worried about! "It's just... Well, today's been a lot for me, I must still be on edge." I hate having to lie, but it's better than admitting that I need to peEEEEK!
Ky wrapped an arm around Dizzy's waist, pulling her close. "I swear, I will do what I can to protect you. This world needs kind, caring people like you."
"Ah... Ah..." And Dizzy's elevated heart rate also returned with a vengeance, pounding like a drum beat so hard that it threatened to burst right out of her chest. Her tail stiffened and froze, and the rest of her body followed suit; the only thing she could do was cover her face with her hands. It was a miracle she didn't wet herself then and there. Her bladder must have locked up as well.
The embrace was short-lived, however, and the two pulled away from each other soon after. Ky didn't seem to have realized what he had done as he simply kept walking, so it fell to Necro and Undine to shake her back to reality. It was her first time experiencing this sensation, after all. Eventually, she did fall back down to Earth, shaking the haze out of her head and skipping ahead to catch up.
She had a lot of thoughts and emotions racing within her mind that were difficult to sort through, but the one thing that was far clearer than the rest of the noise was a strengthened resolve. No, I really cannot do any sort of business in front of him! It would be far too uncomfortable for him to have to see. I know it...
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"Haahhh..." Today had been a busy day. Due to some "mishaps" with July in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast, the rest of the Mayship crew had been forcibly woken up to help put out the fire. Once that crisis had been averted, April suggested they all chip in to make their morning meal, a task that had turned out to be quite exhausting for Dizzy, who had no proper cooking experience yet and each of the girls had something to teach her. It felt as if hours had passed by the time she had eaten and been able to sneak out.
First stop for Dizzy was, naturally, the toilet. Not having gone shortly after getting up was already somewhat difficult to handle, but having to see and hear the kitchen faucet turn on and off so many times over the course of the morning made her need much worse. She resisted the urge to place a hand in her crotch as she navigated the narrow halls, but only just, and by the time she finally found the head door and stepped inside, she was specifically thankful that her jean shorts were still totally dry.
But all that was over now. She pulled her shorts down, sat down on the toilet (something of an awkward task thanks to her tail, it had to be squished between her body and the back wall, and even then, she couldn't sit all the way back and had to lean forward to aim backwards), and was currently relieving herself. The crashing of her hard, healthy stream against the curvature of the bowl echoed throughout the tiny room, assaulting her ears from every possible direction. However, she enjoyed it, the auditory proof that she had made it where she needed to go. Even without the chills running up her body as she peed, she could smile in the happy feeling of release.
Sadly, that all vanished as someone began knocking. No, "knocking" was too soft a descriptor, this was a pounding that threatened to cave the steel door in. Like, this wasn't a human hand rapping on the metal, more like an anchor being slammed against it. As it turned out, that might have been what it really was. "Hurry up! Hurryhurryhurry I need to get in there NOW!" Dizzy immediately recognized the high-pitched voice as belonging to the Jellyfish Pirates' first mate, May.
This wasn't the first time someone had disturbed Dizzy while she was on the can; there were a lot of girls, with times where they were all congregated together and would naturally gravitate towards the same bathroom. But usually, the process was: a light knock, Dizzy would say something to indicate occupation, and everything would be quiet until she was finished, at which point the waiting party would take their turn. May was an energetic girl, but she still followed proper restroom protocol. If she was this frantic, something was up. "May? Is something wrong?"
"Dizzy?! Oh, please tell me you're almost done!"
She looked down between her legs, seeing the vague outlines of rushing water in the dark shadows of her rump. "I actually just got started-"
"Oh, I don't care! Just get out, now! I really can't wait! I'm serious, I'm gonna explode! Pleeeeaaaseeeeee!" Even through the walls, Dizzy could hear the heavy stomping that followed.
"It must be bad..." Dizzy had helped March when she had an accident once, but she couldn't imagine May falling victim to the same fate. But the fact was, she would, so long as the restroom was occupied. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be quick!"
She made the promise, but she wasn't exactly sure how to carry through with it. Dizzy had a large bladder, and while she was far from bursting herself, she was decently full and would be tinkling for a while yet. She could squeeze and force it out at a quicker pace, but it still wouldn't be over for some time, and it would be loud. If May heard, it would all be over.
Only one option, then. "Nngh!" She tensed her lower muscles tight, intending to forcibly cut off the flow, but it turned out to be easier thought than done. Her bladder, naturally, would prefer to be allowed to fully drain its contents, and continued towards that goal. There were brief sputters, periods of reduced force, but Dizzy's private parts would always return to their waterfall imitation before long. The only sign that anything was working was that, on average, the power was decreasing.
Not fast enough, it seemed, because May pounded on the door once again. "Just open the door! I'll use your lap if I have to, just let me iiiinnnn!" Her whining was more and more being overtaken by inconsolable sobbing.
"J-just another second, I promise!" Like erecting a dam, the work was immense, but the Gear pee diminished to a trickle over time, and she did get to a point where it was essentially "stopped". She reached over to her side to pull a square of toilet paper off the roll, wiped her junk down with one stroke, just enough to say "dry enough", and stood up whilst simultaneously pulling up her shorts, zipping and buttoning them back to their fully-fastened, somewhat tight regular state.
Reaching out with her left hand, she turned the lever that would open the lock on the door, and almost lost her arm as a result. The instant the lock was undone, the heavy slab flew inwards with incredible speed and strength that caused the sturdy hinges to rattle. Dizzy remained unharmed, it would take more than a door to damage her, but she did get caught between it and the wall as they tried to smash together. It might have hurt more if it wasn't softened by a couple cushions she had on her person.
Actually seeing anything within the small water closet was a bit challenging from her current vantage, but out of the corner of her eye, Dizzy couldn't mistake the flash of orange as May bolted in, wide-eyed and dancing with every shuffling step, one hand buried firmly in her groin. Without anything to muffle the sound, Dizzy could hear splatters of liquid on the floor, small but frequent, like the sound of rain through the Mayship's hull.
May's one focus was the free toilet before her, and she could barely wait to plop down on there. With her constantly-raising feet, she kicked the door closed as soon as it lazily swung close enough for that to be possible, but perhaps a little later than ideal; by the time that happened, she had already pulled the hand from her crotch and was shoving her dark tights down, not the easiest when she was totally incapable of standing still. If she were, she would have probably pulled her panties down at the same time, saving a few precious seconds. Regardless, she got them both down (though not without a lot of tears and heavy breathing) and spun around whilst dropping her butt on the still-warm seat.
Her cheeks hadn't even made full contact before only one thing existed within this room: the overwhelming cacophony of a vicious urine torrent. May's face kept its tense expression for several seconds after beginning, like she hadn't even realized she was peeing yet, but she soon let out a massive breath of released pressure, and slumped forward with glazed-over eyes as she went totally numb.
Dizzy was privy to all those details because she was still present. With the door opening in her face, she couldn't properly trade places with May, and she was still somewhat trapped between the wall and May's extended legs. This small closet was not meant to house two people, so they were squished together, too. It made Dizzy pretty uncomfortable, to tell the truth. "I'm sorry, I'll just... slip out now." She reached out for the door handle.
That got May's attention, and she jumped up. At least, as much as she could while remaining firmly seated. "No, you can't! What if Johnny walked by right now? He can't see me like this!"
Dizzy already understood the desire to not be seen while answering nature's call, but looking at her senior pirate more closely, the rationale was even more evident. Not that she doubted May's claims of an emergency, but only now could she see how truly dire it was. Her panties, stretched between her thighs, looked to naturally be white in color. She had to make an educated guess on that, not just due to dim lighting, but because they were thoroughly drenched with pee, so discolored that she couldn't imagine anyone wanting to wear them ever again. Classical pirates operated in the waters, and the underwear appeared as if they had just gone overboard. In comparison, May's tights had come out of this relatively unscathed, thanks to their sheer fabric and dark shade, but there was still evidence of a slight accident if one were to look closely. All this without mentioning the raging hose currently gushing.
"Oh, I'm sorry for looking!" Dizzy quickly covered her eyes.
"Huh? No, no, it's not so bad if you see. We're both girls, after all. I think I've seen all the other pirates naked in the bath by now."
Still, despite the implicit permission, Dizzy kept her hands over her face, leaving only her ears to keep her informed. On the auditory side, all she had was the cascading river, the hiss where it originated, and the occasional sigh or moan. To call it an uncomfortable silence would be putting it lightly, something had to fill the vacuum. "I'm surprised you were this bad off, you looked fine during breakfast." That was the best she could come up with.
"You just weren't paying enough attention, because I was jiggling like crazy."
"Oh... Were you?" She had so many other chores in the kitchen, she couldn't argue that May didn't occupy much of her focus. And, without a reply, they fell into silence once more. And engaging in another route of small talk would seem desperate, so she went back to her blind listening.
It meant she was more aware of the eventual tapering off of the blasting bathroom break. It kept hissing, but the splashing wasn't quite so overwhelmingly chaotic anymore, and May's utterances of relief transitioned more and more into grunts of effort to get this over with. Clearly, she got most of it out in the main spray, because this trickling epilogue didn't last very long.
Assuming things were safe now, Dizzy opened her eyes, only to be greeted by an even more intense sight: May, with a wad of toilet paper, vigorously wiping down her genitals and panties. "Ah!" True, she wasn't actually "using" the toilet anymore, but this just seemed so much more of an intimate act, Dizzy almost fainted from second-hand embarrassment. She might have taken all the available shame, because May didn't seem fazed at all.
Finally, the massive wad of paper was dropped between May's legs, she reached up to pull the ceiling-mounted string that sent it all away with a loud flush, and she stood up. Without delay, she reached down and grabbed her bottoms in her hands and yanked it all up. There was a brief moment where her expression betrayed a feeling of great disgust and discomfort, but it returned to her usual chipper demeanor before long. "Ahhh, wow I feel better after that! That would have been super bad if I didn't get in here in time! Thanks so much, Dizzy!"
"Y-you're welcome." Dizzy had a plethora of questions, ranging from "how are you not bothered by your wet clothes" to "how can a human as small as you possibly hold so much", but in the end, one request reigned supreme. "Could you please get out? Now?"
"Hm? Oh! Yeah, sure, but why?"
"Because I didn't get to go all that much before you came along, I had to force it to stop, and I heard the whole thing from so close. I... I really need to finish this instant." Dizzy had frozen in her compressed posture, hands balled into fists by her upper thighs, and her knees were now knocking together. She was being polite, but it was obviously a thin façade.
May got it, and was already slipping out the door. "Sure, take your time! I need to get back to my room and change before anyone sees me anyway!" She slammed the door shut behind her, with enough inadvertent force to cause the whole room to quake.
Dizzy was able to wait for the tiny locker to be sealed off, but not a second longer, before pulling off the short shorts, which she had left unzipped, and dropping right back onto the throne. "Ahhhh..."
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So lost in her reminiscing, Dizzy was caught off-guard when she was stopped in her tracks by Ky's outstretched arm against her gut. And of course, it was right on her bladder bulge. "Mmph!" She whined as the pressure in her abdomen became like a volcano ready to erupt, but she held firm, and eventually, the urge passed.
She was just about to ask what the hold-up was, but when she looked ahead, her question was answered. Standing there, in the middle of this forest like he was waiting for them, was a dark, lanky man with long hair and a longer coat. In some ways, he was not visually dissimilar to Testament, carrying that same "scary" gaze, but without any of the kindness hidden beneath it. Just his presence sent a chill up Dizzy's spine, one that made her whole body numb.
It seemed Ky had the same impression, as his body stiffened, and he wrapped his fingers around his Thunderseal once more. "State your name and intent, sir."
The man placed one forearm over his stomach and bowed, but in an exaggerated and passive-aggressive manner. The wide, sinister grin didn't help. "Greetings, hero. I could say that I am Crow, but that wouldn't mean anything to you, would it? I'll just say... 'Post-War Administration Bureau'. Does that clear everything up?"
The name meant nothing to Dizzy, but she could clearly see the same was not true for Ky, who slid his feet into a battle-ready stance. "And what business does the PWAB have here?"
Responding to Ky once was all that Crow seemed to be interested in, because he already started ignoring the officer and instead turned his attention to Dizzy. "The resonance component seems to be functioning perfectly. Very impressive, if I do say so myself."
"W-what are you-hngh!" Oh no, they're back... The headaches that had been plaguing Dizzy earlier today, that overwhelmed her and resulted in Necro's rampage, had returned as soon as this Crow began addressing her. "No... Please, don't..." It's going to happen again! Even as she was begging for it to stop, Necro and Undine manifested again, their power making waves that shook the surrounding trees, and it looked like another frenzy would flare up, and she feared it would be bloody. Why must this keep happening?! She closed her eyes in defeated acceptance, yet she didn't want to look away from the horror, and so kept one slightly opened.
It was good that she did, because it allowed her to see Ky step forward, sword drawn, crackling with electrical hums and roaring sparks. "Hide, Dizzy."
"W-what?"
"This is my job, as a man of the law, as a fighter. There's no reason you should have to get involved."
"But he's looking for me," Dizzy protested, "I have to be the one to-"
"Humanity didn't survive to now by acting alone, we stick together to help each other out. This is the life I have chosen, so let me fight for you. Will you accept it?"
Ky's words hit Dizzy deep in her heart. There was a time where she was truly alone, and she could confidently say it was nothing but misery. Everywhere else, she was always connected to others, them helping her and her helping them. Her parents, Josephine, Testament, Johnny and May and the rest of the Jellyfish Pirates, even near-total strangers like Ky, or that man with the fire powers whose name she hadn't caught yet. Do they... Do they really all just want to help me?
"Run!"
Whether she was sure in her conclusion yet or not, the aggressiveness of the order got her to obey. "I will!" Even as she complied, her legs were already carrying her away as quickly as they could, weaving between the trees, relying on Necro and Undine to guide her around them while she looked back at her starting point. With each bound of her feet against the dirt ground, Ky and Crow grew more distant, and eventually, they disappeared behind the cover of tree trunks, shrubbery, and darkness.
Yet, even from this distance, Dizzy didn't feel safe. The intense pressure Crow exuded hadn't faded, and made her feel like she was going to explode. Sweat dripped down all her exposed skin, and every breath she took was shallow and brief. She was panicked, heart pounding away, and she couldn't think straight.
"N-no, that isn't it..." All those were also symptoms of a different ailment, one that she already knew was troubling her. Yes, it wasn't as "serious", but the fact remained that it needed to be answered now.
"Why did you run away," Necro berated. "That guy wants something with you, just get rid of him before he has the chance to do anything!"
"I can't, I-"
Undine joined in on the lecturing. "You can't run away from everything, especially if you want to help that man."
"I wouldn't be able to help him right now anyway!"
"Why not?!" Necro was almost yelling directly into her ear.
"Because I'm about to pee myself! I can't take it anymore!" There wasn't much point in hiding her needs from her wings; they were a part of her, after all. But just in case they didn't understand, she elected to demonstrate, with both hands squeezing her crotch and repeated bouncing on her heels, shivering all the while.
In the face of that, Undine couldn't argue with Dizzy's decision. "It's really that bad?" Dizzy violently nodded, and Undine sighed. "Alright, then there should be somewhere nearby for you to-"
Dizzy had only just waited for the agreement that now was the time before getting herself started, regardless of the risks, and began the undressing process. Under ordinary circumstances, the steps were surprisingly simple: undo the two buckles that kept her underwear-like black bottoms tight, which saved her the trouble of navigating the narrow leg holes over her stockings and boots, and place her panties aside, letting her Gearhood breathe and giving her the ability to just squat and go.
It wasn't a long list, but she knew it could be finicky. Those buckles were a bit tight, they had to be to prevent their very necessary cloth from drooping even an inch, but it made actually pulling the pin out of its hole take some work, and her fingers weren't always dexterous enough to do it properly. This was especially true when she was having an emergency. In one particularly desperate instance she would remember to the day she died, her hasty usage of force resulted in her incredible strength rising up and completely ripping the whole thing apart. She was lucky that Testament turned out to be very skilled at clothing repair, or she'd be going half-naked for a long time.
Nevertheless, that example of the worst-case scenario prompted Dizzy to explore and discover alternative methods of disrobing for the purpose of peeing, and that's what she was doing. Extending the index and middle fingers of her right hand, she pressed their tips against the edge of her panties and pushed the gusset aside. They were made of a thick, sturdy material like leather, but it was all still flexible enough to allow for movement, her superior physical ability allowed her to get the crotch out of the way without incident. In the process, however, she did accidentally pluck one strand of blue pubic hair, sending a twinge of pain to her brain. I wish I could get rid of all that forever, but it just grows so quickly!
With the first, and most important, item off the checklist, the burning in her bladder got even more intense. She knew she wouldn't wet herself if she let go now, knowledge that made it far harder to hold. Too hard, in fact, because her ears were soon graced with a short "fsshht", and if she had any doubt as to its source, the sudden boiling heat on the petals of her flower, snaking down her bare thighs, told her she had started a little tinkle.
"Wah!" No going back now! Even if she was capable of holding the rest in, she didn't want to. She just wanted to pee, and come heaven or hell, she would do just that. The strain left her feeling woozy, she didn't trust that she wouldn't fall over if she spread her legs as she normally would, so she needed to improvise with what she had. This meant, while her feet stayed planted where they were in the soil, her ankles twisted to allow her knees to spread and her stance to widen, and she bent into a partial squat.
Whatever feminine modesty and respect Dizzy still had while flashing her "maiden's grove" soon evaporated when she cut loose. Her bottom set of lips parted to clear the way for a golden hose, one that jetted forth with incredible power that gave it a far-reaching arc. So strong was her pee, the stream flew the length of her wingspan before sailing into the dirt with jumping splashes. That dirt was also quite dry and didn't absorb liquid well, creating a rising puddle of fluids and foam.
Naturally, this resulted in the hard splattering sound fading into a bubbling water equivalent, a concentrated shower that she could hear just as clearly as if it were inches from her ears. She had heard some heavy rainfalls in her time in the forest, this wasn't all that different sound-wise. It might have been objectively quieter, but it seemed so loud in her head. Shame and embarrassment played a large part in that disconnect, which was strange: she had done this sort of "natural urination" hundreds of times, perhaps close to a thousand, and had thought nothing of it. It was just the one difference, one simple addition that changed everything. "Ky could see me doing this..." She also didn't want Testament seeing it, but she was never worried about it either. There was just something so much worse about Ky potentially catching a peek at her pee.
This, even though she was not alone even now. But at least her current companions had her best interests at heart. "If anyone comes over now, they'll be burned to a crisp," Necro declared.
"Any pervert will be frozen before they can see anything sensitive," Undine also promised.
"Thank you both... But please don't hurt them." Even if it were Ky, I wouldn't want him in danger just for seeing something.
Dizzy didn't have much else to say, and her wings knew to let her have this alone time, so the Gear just kept peeing. She didn't have anything else to focus on, she didn't even want to look at her escaping bodily fluids, but there weren't even any animals around this part of the woods for her to admire, possibly scared off by the many violent auras in the area.
All in all, she was left with little recourse but to just close her eyes and simply live this life. It gave her the freedom of mind to take note of the many bits of wee that weren't exactly "making it". No insignificant amount of drizzle, shooting off as she sprayed the dirt down, landed on her knuckles, still forced to sit near to her pee hole. But that was nothing compared to the warm rivulets that continued to snake down her legs; even whizzing at full strength, Dizzy was still a girl, and not all of it came out cleanly. Some of the trickles even found tiny gaps in her snug stockings, and subsequently trapped themselves in the nearly nonexistent space between them and her lower legs. I'll need to bathe the first opportunity I get.
That was for later, though. Now was tinkle time, which could last quite a while with a Gear. Her bladder had been stretched out, not exactly to its absolute limits, but very full of urine and was only just beginning to relax and shrink as it all flushed out. Dizzy could feel the sizable lump on her abdomen flatten as her free hand rubbed circles around the spot the bulge used to occupy, which took a real pressure off her shoulders... or stomach, in this case. There was still a lot left in the pool, but this was a sign that progress was being made, and that was something to take solace in.
Now that the pain part was dissipating, it was far easier to appreciate the more positive aspects of her answering nature's call, which were not in short supply. The fierce vibrations of the harsh, gushing flood left a tingly sensation in her nether regions, that wasn't so unusual as she did her business, but it was accentuated here. It came with a different kind of dulled nerves that ran the path up her urethra, a numbness that made at least that part of her body feel like it was in a dream. Even her tail went out of her control, flopping on the ground and twitching. Here in this glade, turning it to a marsh, she was completely relaxed and at peace. "Haahhhh..." For the first time today, she could smile.
Her head cloudy and drifting off, she was surprised to eventually fly back to reality and discover everything had gone quiet. Opening her eyes again and looking down, sure enough, there was no river of pee flowing anymore. There was a puddle, no mistaking that, doing its best to seep into the dirt and leave just the frothy coating behind, but it was growing no larger. Just in time, too, because the messy edge was very nearly at her toes. But that didn't mean her shoes were spared, as she saw a few shiny streaks running down them, and with the steady rhythm of drops still falling straight down, it could get worse at any moment.
"...oh dear..." Naturally, she didn't want to just move her underwear back into place if she was still wet, dribbles of piddle wouldn't soak into this material and they would just sit and grow stale. As she looked down, she saw plenty of grass, but no stray leaves with which to wipe. And she didn't want to walk around with her blue bush out to find one somewhere else.
Dizzy knew what had to come next as she looked behind her. "I'm sorry." In situations just such as this, where she had just finished with a messy pee and neglected to ensure she had any leaves before starting, this was always her solution. Tied around the tip of her tail was a yellow ribbon, much like the ones in her hair. Her tail had muscles, she could consciously bring it around to her front, which could put the bow near to her crotch. And it was already yellow.
So that's what she did. The Gear felt guilty about it, but it was the better alternative compared to walking around with pee on her, so she curved her tail around her leg and pointed the tip up towards the sky. Gingerly, her left hand pinched a strip of the ribbon, and tugged it away. There was some resistance, but the knot keeping it secure wasn't going anywhere so easily, so she stepped it up and placed her four fingers under a strip of the yellow cloth, creating a wrap around her digits. Pulling it closer, she used her other hand to pull her underwear further away, and began stroking her sensitives.
If she had to, she could complain that it wasn't a comfortable substitute. Compared to the soft touch of quality toilet paper, the ribbon was a lot more coarse and rough, scratching her most delicate orifices. She tried to be gentle, make short and slow dabs and drags only where needed, yet even so, she cringed with every swipe. It really didn't help that, due to how sloppy the potty break was, residue resided in every crease and fold of hers, and all needed tending to. She really had to get in there with the ribbon to dry off, it was an involved job.
"Dizzy?"
Dizzy had evidently taken too long, because she had been discovered. And who else did that voice belong to, but Ky Kiske? Paralyzed, she looked up, and saw the Holy Order knight standing beside one of the trees encircling her. He looked battered and beaten, but more importantly, he was staring at her. His eyes wide and mouth agape, he almost seemed to not be blinking, and he blushed hot enough to rival a napalm death.
She had a pit deep in her stomach that told her everything already, but Dizzy still had to look back down and check one thing: where she had frozen. Both hands down by her crotch, panties aside, tail and attached ribbon against her privates. And they were still private, as the extra yellow band was pressed on the slit, just barely covering the worst of it. But it was a small comfort, the truth about what she was doing was still plainly obvious. What could Dizzy say? What could she do? Like a frightened deer, she just stood there, perfectly still.
She hadn't been able to act yet, but she didn't need to. Her panic was enough for Necro to manifest over her shoulder, and he immediately thrust his palms out, gathering a ball of purple energy in them, and fired it without mercy. The blast flew very quickly, and Ky, who remained stunned at what he had walked in on, had his many years of honed warrior instincts fail him, and the shot collided straight with him with a powerful explosion. He went flying as a result, straight into a tree that nearly cracked under the impact, and Ky was down and out just like that.
The shock was enough to shake Dizzy out of her stupor, who no longer had any qualms about letting go of both her tail and panties, allowing them to both snap back to their usual places. "Necro! What was that for?!"
"I simply did as I promised," Necro huffed.
"But all he did was find me at a bad time! He didn't deserve that! He probably didn't even see anything!" Dizzy ran over to Ky's limp body, looking it over more closely. "Oh, the poor guy. I hope he isn't badly hurt."
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Darkness. Nothing but darkness. A pure black void surrounded Ky Kiske's consciousness and, try as he might, he could not escape. He reached out, but was met with the same emptiness no matter where he grasped. All seemed hopeless, but he continued the struggle. Then, a light appeared before his eyes, and as he moved towards it, it rapidly grew larger until his vision was filled with white.
As his eyes opened and adjusted to the sun's rays, Ky realized he was lying on his back in the forest. However, it wasn't sky that filled his view, but Dizzy's face looking down at him with a smile. Out of the corner of the eye, he could see her navel, but nothing lower, and it was very close.
It took a moment for his senses to return and to realize where he had ended up, but he did, and he scrambled to hoist himself upright without daring to place his hands on anything. He at least managed to sit up, finding himself next to Dizzy. From here, he could see that she was kneeling, sitting with her shins beneath her, so her lap was free. And, though a little surprised at his sudden violent reaction, she was nevertheless smiling. "Oh, good, you're awake! I was really scared I hurt you."
Ky brushed some of the dirt off his clothes. "I-it's no problem, ma'am," he blurted. "I'm accustomed to fighting Gears, this will heal." He looked down. "It's my fault, for intruding on you. I swear to God, it was not intentional." He placed a hand over his heart and signed a cross in the air with the other.
"No, I'm the one to blame. I was the one who had to run off for such a silly reason, I should have expected you would come for me. And to make it worse, I left you to fight on your own."
"You shouldn't have had to fight that thing anyway. No one should, not again." His visage darkened, and he went silent, leaving Dizzy to worry what she had missed. She had the feeling she shouldn't ask, but was about to before Ky continued. "I'm sorry, today hasn't been any help for you, has it?"
...has it? I asked for help discovering who I am... She looked over at Ky. And I think I found something about myself, even if I'm not totally sure what it is. "It's been a mostly unpleasant day, yes, but... If you're okay with it, we can try again another time."
Ky looked up at Dizzy, and smiled. "Yes, I'd like that."
Dizzy clasped her hands and glowed. "I should probably get back to the Mayship, but come find me some time! I'd... I'd really like to spend more time with you!" With a spring in her step, she hurried off.
Ky watched her go in silence, but eventually, something occurred to him. "Er, how am I supposed to find a moving airship?"
But Dizzy either didn't hear or didn't care. She had her head in the clouds, and moved so lightly that she felt she could fly. And it wasn't just because urine no longer weighed her down. Speaking of, she made one promise to herself. I'll be sure to use the restroom beforehand next time. |
This is the story of Kelly. And the day she was more desperate to pee than she ever imagined anyone could ever be. The day that redefined the phrase ‘bursting to pee’. The day her bladder stretched full to it’s absolute limit and kept filling.
It started like any other day. She woke up, had her morning pee (little did she know this would be the last time she felt any relief in a very long time) She had 2 coffees while getting ready and left the house for work. She took a bus to the train station and a 45 minute train ride to get to work. As the bus was leaving her stop, she felt a small need to urinate, which she ignored. She kept sipping on her to-go coffee and from a water bottle occasionally. She would later regret this.
By the time the bus got to the train station, Kelly had planned to pee. She was a bit uncomfortable. As she walked by the food store on the way to the bathroom she realized she hadn’t bought a lunch. She bought a sandwich and a large Coca-Cola, and then headed to the bathroom. As she was walking towards the bathroom her train rolled into the station. Not wanting to miss the train, she got ready for a bit of an uncomfortable ride and stepped on. She would also regret this later on.
10 minutes into the ride and Kelly had to PEE. Her bladder had reached its capacity at this point, and she had no idea how bad it was about to become. ‘Another half an hour’ she told herself. Then she could pee. She was shifting around in her seat, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, sitting up straight, slouching back. Bouncing her legs, rocking her hips back and forth. She had to pee BAD.
Another 10 minutes and Kelly thought she’d burst right there. Her bladder was throbbing nonstop and she was quivering with the effort of trying to squeeze her peehole shut. This was definitely more desperate than she’d ever been.
Suddenly, Kelly felt a strange sensation around her pants zipper. She looked down and realized that her bladder was so full it was swelling out and it was trying to burst open her zipper. She looked around, not sure what to do. She wanted to undo her pants, but didn’t want to be inappropriate in public.
Then, a thud. A thud that sent her bladder into a full spasm. She had to use her hands to cup her crotch and push tight, her bladder throbbing violently and piss was still filling inside it. She knew at that moment she NEEDED to undo her pants. She gingerly used one hand to pull her pants away from her swollen bladder and with the other hand she quickly unsnapped the button and pulled down the zipper. She leaned back in her seat, arching her back and thrust her bladder out. She’d never seen a bladder so huge and swollen. There was a mound of piss inside her, sitting right over her pubic bone, her lower belly bursting out over her pants. Then, an announcement, confirming what the thud was. The train had a malfunction.
It would be about a 40 minute wait before it was up and running again. Just hearing this news caused Kellys bladder to contract and spasm. She was sitting so awkwardly. Upper back pressed against the seat, her lower back arched with her bladder sticking straight out, while trying to grind her peehole into the chair. She didn’t care how silly she looked at this point, she just needed to urinate.
She was rocking her hips side to side, thrusting herself forwards and backwards. Her bladder was absolutely pounding for relief. Wave after wave of desperation swept across her body. She counted down the minutes. 40 minutes to fix the train and another 25 minutes till they stopped. Why wasn’t there a bathroom anywhere on board? This was an absolute emergency. She needed to pee and she needed to pee NOW.
She couldn’t keep up with shifting positions anymore, every bit of movement caused her bladder to violently throb. She tried sitting as still as possible, her bladder couldn’t take any movement or shaking anymore. She was truly beyond desperate to pee. She felt like she was about to explode. At this point she wished she would.
But she continued to sit as still as possible, her bladder throbbing nonstop. They were working on the train now, about 10 minutes to go. She just needed to hold it about another half an hour. To make matters worse, there was a teenager across from her making a big deal about ‘having to pee.’ All she could think to herself is… ‘this kid doesn’t actually have to pee, he can still move. If he thinks he has to pee bad what would he dare rate how badly I have to go’
Then she had a thought. What if she peed. Just a bit, through her pants. No, she can’t. But pee. She thought about asking the train workers if she slip out for a minute. But she had to go so badly she was afraid to stand up to go ask. So she sat, in silence, throbbing bladder until the train suddenly jerked back to life. Of course, this caused another bladder spasm and this time her pee made its way down to her peehole. She had to thrust her hand into her crotch to prevent it was gushing out.
Ok we are almost there she thought. Just then an man sat down next to her. He told her she looked worried and asked if she was late for work, trying to make small talk. Without thinking she blurted out ‘my bladder is about to explode!’ And then went silent, embarrassed. The man looked at her with sympathetic eyes, shrugged and got up, leaving Kelly and her throbbing bladder alone again.
As waves and waves of intense desperation washed over Kelly, she begin to see familiar places. She was too far off now - maybe 5 minutes. One single of drop of pee was hovering outside her peehole. Her hands were stuffed into her crotch, her pants still undone. She trying gently rocking her body in time with the throbbing in her bladder. Everything hurt, she needed to pee worse than she thought humanely possible. As the train rolled into the station, Kelly bladder continued to throb violently, only now, which each throb, a squirt of pee escaped. She was so close to a bathroom yet her bladder was truly about to give in.
Finally, finally. The train stopped. Kelly braced herself and stood up. Her bladder was so full and she needed to piss so badly that she could not stand up straight. She walked, hunched over, one hand in her crotch and the other hand holding onto the wall to support her bursting need to urinate. She had to stop to cross her legs every few steps. Her steps were small and quick. She saw the bathroom door. Suddenly, the most intense need to piss washed right over her into body. She was shaking and had to stop and stand still for a moment, legs tightly crossed. She was going to piss herself. Fuck, she needed to pee. She looked longingly at the bathroom when the man from the train appeared out of no where. ‘You weren’t kidding, let’s get you to the bathroom’ he said.
Kelly didn’t say a word, pee was coursing through her body, her bladder was somehow still filling and her peehole was pulsating, gushes of piss bursting out with every throb of her bladder. She just nodded and the man let her support herself on him and he guided her to the bathroom, patiently waiting while she stopped several times to hold herself and cross her legs. As she got to the entrance to the bathroom, Kelly knew she had to get inside just then. She picked up the pace, shuffling quickly, her bladder was bouncing around and it hurt so bad but she knew she need to pee right then. There was no holding it any longer. She burst into the bathroom and ran up to the toilet, pulling her pants and underwear down as she ran into the cubicle. Pee started gushing out of her the moment her felt the cooler air on her peehole. She stood there for a about 40 seconds, pee spraying out of her like a firehouse, before she realized what was happening. As pee was still jetting out of her, she turned around and sat down. She sat on the toilet and waves of pee gushed and gushed out of her. Twice it slowed down to a trickle and she thought she was done only for her to start violently urinating again.
Over two minutes later, Kelly finally breathed a sign of relief. The floor was flooded in pee, her pants had a huge wet spot, and Kelly had a new understanding of what it truly meant to be bursting to pee. |
Disclaimer: After reading in this forum for months or even years I decided that it finally would be time for my first story. I wrote this story in german and then translated it, so sorry for the bad english. Feel free to leave suggestions for more stories that will hopefully come in the future. Have fun.
Anna was looking forward to the day together with her best friend Alina. Alina had suggested going to the sea together and Anna immediately agreed. Because of traffic jams, the drive went longer than planned, but after two hours they finally arrived. As soon as they stopped at the parking lot, they took their things out of the trunk, walked the last bit to the sea, changed clothes and lay down on their beach towel.
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Alina had planned the day perfectly to finally fulfill something she had dreamed of for a long time. She packed a lot to drink and offered Anna a big coffee already at the beginning of the trip. And the most important thing: She made sure that the beach was well visited, but there were no toilets and no restaurants or anything like that there. This time Alina wanted to finally see how Anna pees. Yes, she was also looking forward to the day with Anna and their funny or even profound conversations, but Alina's heart started beating harder at the thought that Anna would have to go to the bathroom at some point. The idea had been circling in her head for a long time, even as a teenager she found it exciting when people had to pee urgently. She had also experienced this with Anna a few times, but each time they then found a toilet quite quickly - unfortunately.
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Anna looked around. They had been lying on their beach towel for a while now and slowly her bladders began to fill, but she couldn't see a toilet or a sign that would point to one. "Alina, I think I'll look for a toilet". Alina replied "Good idea, I have to pee too."
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Alina had not lied, she actually had to go a bit, but she knew of course that the search for a toilet would be unsuccessful. No problem for Alina, she would just pee in the sea later while swimming. Why Anna didn't do the same Alina didn't know. Anna was always very posh and kept to all the rules, but peeing in the sea really is something almost everyone does. She only hoped that Anna later, when her need becomes more urgent would not think the same.
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Anna slowly gave up hope of finding a bathroom. They had almost walked from one end of the beach to the other. Well, then she probably had to endure. After all, Alina had to go too, so they were in the same situation and would find a solution together. She briefly thought about what everyone else was doing here on the beach, maybe peeing in the sea? But she didn't like the idea at all.
When she was 18, Anna had her first boyfriend. On one of their dates they were at a lake, also there was no toilet and Anna had to pee. However, she simply peed into the lake there. Her boyfriend apparently noticed this and got really upset about it and said that only small children do that. Since then Anna is afraid that her boyfriend was right and she was the strange one.
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Alina's heart was beating faster, she was excited and eager to see what would happen. They found no toilet, of course. Anna suggested to go into the sea, Alina did not know what to think about it. But well, to know that it is so urgent that Anna wants to pee in the sea would also be something, so Alina put everything on one card. She asked "Do you want to pee in the sea?" But Anna's answer satisfied Alina: "Eww, no, only little kids do that..." If she knew... But Alina was perfectly fine with that, she was looking forward to seeing how Anna continues to deal with her need.
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So Anna was right, the way Alina asked she would also find it strange to pee in the sea. She hoped that swimming in the sea would distract her and relax her bladder a bit, by now it was really urgent. If only she had not drunk the large coffee this morning.
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When they were in the sea and swam Alina let her need free rein. A liberating and somehow exciting feeling here in the water, not far from other people, just to pee without anyone noticing. Anna, on the other hand, did not look relaxed at all, although she played over well how urgent it was with her by frolicking a lot, but Alina noticed very clearly that Anna could hardly stand still and her hand not only wandered by chance again and again to her crotch and plucked at her bikini.
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Anna slowly did not know what to do. She had to find a solution soon, otherwise there would be an accident. She thought about it and came up with an idea "I think I'll just go to the car and look at my cell phone, my mother wanted to call me today" That was her plan, leave Alina alone at the sea, go to the car and either there or on the way look for a hiding place behind a bush or a dune. But her plan was thwarted....
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Alina knew immediately what Anna was up to, but of course she couldn't let Anna find a hiding place. "No problem, I'll come with you."
"No, that's really not necessary."
"I'll be glad to do it"
"Alright", Anna tried hard to smile, but Alina could tell she really wished she could pee secretly.
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Anna did everything to make the pressure somehow bearable, but it didn't help. Since they came out of the water, Anna had to pee even more urgently, she couldn't stand still, kept grabbing her crotch and bending forward. Walking to the car was torture. Why did Alina have to come along at all costs? It all helped nothing, Anna had to pee - and she had to pee now. She mustered up all her courage "Hey Alina, I really have to pee now, I can't take it much longer. Wait here, I'll go back there a bit into the dunes."
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Alina's whole body was shaking, she was so close to her goal. She thought about it for a moment, Anna was so busy with herself that she probably wouldn't notice if Alina secretly followed her, but then she came up with a better idea. "Good that you say it, I also have to go really urgently. Do you mind if I come with you, I don't know if I can wait until you get back?" That was a lie of course, after all she had just peed in the ocean a few minutes ago, but it was the perfect excuse to follow Anna.
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Yes, I do mind, I can't pee in the sand in front of my best friend... Anna thought. But if Alina was in the same situation as her, she couldn't forbid her to copy her solution, so she said: "Yes, come on, let's go quickly" At the thought that she had to pee next to Alina, Anna got nervous. She has never peed in front of anyone before, let alone her best friend. But she just didn't know what else to do, and Alina would definitely focus on herself and have similar thoughts.
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Alina's body shook, she felt her bikini panties getting wet and her belly tingling. Only 5 more minutes until they were behind the dune.
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They would need another endless 5 minutes, Anna estimated. She didn't care if Alina realized how urgent it was. She had her hand constantly in her crotch, sometimes even in her panties to be able to exert even better pressure. Suddenly she felt a small stream making its way. She squeezed as hard as she could, but her hand became warm and wet. She quickly wiped it on her leg, hopefully Alina hadn't seen anything.
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She wasn't sure, but Alina thought she saw a few drops running down Anna's leg. She was more excited than she had ever been in her life.
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They arrived, Anna couldn't think straight, she didn't care what Alina thought, she only had one goal left. She pulled down her bikini and while she was still squatting down it already shot out of her. She peed for what felt like an eternity. When her head slowly came back to the here and now she felt how relieved she was, but also how uncomfortable it all was. Her head turned bright red, but she kept peeing.
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Alina watched exactly what would happen. Her tension was almost unbearable, she felt like she was about to explode. Anna didn't seem to have much experience in peeing outside. She squatted down so that she sat with her butt on the floor and her stream shot out of her in a high arc. Alina had to keep up her lie of course and squatted down next to Anna. Anna pissed for a while and Alina enjoyed every moment. For her the day was a complete success. |
So here it is! My first story I post here. I hope you like it! I'm always open to feedback but please be kind 🙈 ❤️
"Alright, let's hit the road," you said excitedly as you started the car, put it in gear, and we rolled away. I was actually also quite excited about our camping trip, even though I wasn't much of an outdoorsy person. It was going to be really cozy to be out in the woods with you, sleeping in a tent, cooking on a camp stove, maybe doing a bit of fishing. But first, we needed to get there, and it wasn't going to happen in a minute. A four hour road trip followed by an hour-long hike in the forest awaited us before we would reach the clearing by a small lake that we had found while searching maps for good camping spots.
I had only had an energy drink for breakfast and it was starting to catch up with me. We were about 20 minutes into our 4-hour journey, and I was already in need of a bathroom break. I hated to admit that I needed to use the restroom; I always felt embarrassed about it. Even more embarrassed though, I felt about the fact that I was embarrassed to tell you about something as natural as needing to pee.
An hour and a half had passed since we left home, two and a half hours to go. I was starting to get worried. My need to pee was getting worse and worse much faster than the rate at which we were approaching our destination. I so desperately wanted to tell you that I needed to pee, but I just couldn't get the words out. It was like a mental block. Trying to discreetly hold it was becoming almost unbearable. I sat up straight, with my butt at the back of the seat and my back against the backrest. Didn't you need to go to the bathroom soon? I thought as I crossed my legs and leaned forward a little to create some pressure against my crotch. If you had time to observe me now, you would have definitely noticed that I needed to pee, but since you were driving and could only glance at me briefly in your peripheral vision, you didn't notice anything.
Sitting forward with crossed legs actually seemed to help to alleviate the increasing urge to pee. But after a while, it didn't help much. My heart sank when I realized that only half an hour had passed since I crossed my legs. There were still two hours to go followed by an hour of hiking in the forest. The urgency to pee came in waves, sometimes feeling manageable, but at times causing me to get increasingly anxious about if I was going to be able to hold it.
I decided to try to sleep for a while to pass the time. I leaned my head against the window. Outside, the world whizzed by, the passing scenery no longer registering in my mind. My focus was solely on the relentless urgency that consumed my thoughts.
"Think about something else," I told myself, but my thoughts were fixated on the idea of letting go of the clenching and just allowing everything to pour out of me. I closed my eyes and tried to daydream about other scenarios.
I opened the door to the bathroom and ran towards the toilet, but it only kept getting farther away the more I ran. I gave up, I stopped where I was, spread my legs, and began to pee. I was naked, so there were no clothes to pull down. Never had it felt so good to pee... Suddenly, I woke up. Panicked, I frantically slammed my hand between my legs and pressed against my crotch. It was about to happen; I was about to lose control of my bladder. I clenched every muscle in my genital area, squeezing my fists as a few drops of warm pee escaped into my white lace panties. I managed to regain control; I wasn't going to have an accident, at least for now.
"Are you okay?" you asked after seeing me almost wet myself in your peripheral vision.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just thought I dropped my phone, but it landed between my legs," I lied. I'm not sure if you believed me, but I don't think you realized that I had to pee because you didn't say anything about it after that.
I checked the time, one hour to go... I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, hoping to find relief, but the sensation only intensified. My bladder seemed to have a life of its own, its urgent demands drowning out everything else. I could feel myself reaching the limits of my control, my body's instincts pushing me to wet myself. I was now so desperate that I actually considered peeing just a little bit to relieve some of the pressure. However, I decided not to, since I wasn't sure I would be able to stop it. Also, I was wearing thin light gray leggings, and you would have clearly seen the wet spot.
The last hour of the car ride was spent in complete silence. You had run out of topics to try to start a conversation with after me replying with short dead end answers. I felt bad for you, I didn't want to be rude but I just could not focus on both conversing and holding my bladder at the same time. All my focus was now on keeping myself dry but that task was becoming increasingly more difficult... I had a cold sweat while shivers rushed down my legs, almost making lose it multiple times.
FINALLY we parked the car, we had made it, I had made it. I actually felt relieved, now there was only the hike left and then I'd get to pee. This gave me some confidence that I could make it. But as I stood up and got out of the car all that relief and confidence washed away in the blink of an eye. I thought I was desperate sitting down but standing up, it was beyond desperation. I could barely stand up straight, let alone walk. My bladder bulged so much you could imagine me pregnant with a small baby. Suddenly I could feel myself loosing control, I panicked. I stepped side to side in small fast movements, eventually crossing my legs and squatting down to regain control over my bladder. It worked. Luckily you were to busy on the other side of the car unloading out gear so you didn't notice me almost peeing myself.
We started walking. I could feel my heart rate quicken as I struggled to maintain my composure, to stay in control when every piece of me was screaming for release. Every step I took sent a jolt of pain from my stomach down through my lower abdomen.
Fifteen minutes into our hike, with a whole 45 minutes left, I realized that I definitely wouldn't be able to hold it. I didn't even know what I was trying to hold myself for, it wasn't like there was going to be a toilet out there in the middle of the woods. Maybe I thought that once we were there, I could go off into the woods and pee a little more discreetly than peeing next to the trail with you having to wait for me while I peed. One thing I did know for sure though, was that I couldn't hold it for another 45 minutes.
I was now so desperate that it physically hurt, I didn't know what to do. With every step I took, the realization that I was going to wet myself became more and more imminent. I started to panic, I was going to pee myself. What was I going to do? What was I going to say? A tear ran down my cheek as I accepted the fact that it was too late to do anything. Instead of trying to take action and do something about it, I froze, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't think. I just stood there, waiting for me to pee myself. You were a little ahead of me, so you didn't notice that I had stopped.
"I'm going to pee myself!" I blurted out nervously, tears streaming down my cheeks. It was going to happen now. It was too late.
Only now did you notice that I had stopped a few meters behind. Also, It wasn't until now that you found out I even needed to pee in the first place, since I hadn't said anything before. You knew there wasn't much time left when I said that, after all, this wasn't the first time I was desperate for a pee. But now it was really close to an accident. I looked down at my light gray tights and pulled up the fabric on the sides next to my crotch to get a better view of the impending disaster.
"What?! No! Don't pee yourself!" you exclaimed as you hurried towards me.
Now it was urgent and you were well aware of it. You ran up to me and stuck your fingers in my pants. You yanked down my pants and underwear to my ankles in one swift motion. Faster than I could react, you stood behind me, bent your legs, and grabbed my knee creases. I wasn't a big girl with a petite build, standing at just 5'3" tall, and with a cute, small butt, it was no problem for you to lift me up by my knees. You were now carrying me with my legs spread and my bare privates forward and slightly upward. You held up my legs almost towards my chest to keep the clothing higher up than my privates and the incoming stream of pee. You carried me like when you were helped to pee as a child. Immediately after you had lifted me, a strong stream of pee gushed out of my privates. It couldn't have been many seconds left before I would have wet myself.
The relief was almost orgasmic. Goosebumps spread all over my body, and a tingling sensation of relief radiated through me. I let out a moan almost subconsciously. The stream divided and sprayed in all directions, and when it landed on the ground below, it splashed heavily. It was a good thing that you held up my legs; otherwise, they would probably be wet now. I peed more and more, it felt like it would never end. The stream started to diminish after a while, only to surge again for another round. I moaned a little again.
"You must have been really desperate to pee," you teased playfully.
"Yeah..." I replied, embarrassed, as my pee continued to flow out of me.
I continued to pee for what felt like an eternity. I tried to stop as I found it embarrassing that so much was coming out, but I couldn't. I tried tightening my pelvic muscles but my attempts were futile. The ground below was now completely soaked, and my pee had started to flow backward, down to your shoes.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I was really, really desperate to pee," I said, ashamed.
"It's okay, take you're time and get it all out," you replied in a calm, kind tone.
When the stream finally began to subside, the pee started to slowly flow back over my butt instead. The pee split into several small tickling streams over my buttocks before it finally stopped. You set me down on my feet again. A few last drops fell into my pants, which I had gathered around my ankles. I pulled up my underwear followed by my gray leggings. The last drops, along with the fact that I had managed to get my butt wet, meant that my pants now had small pee stains dotted around my buttocks and between my legs. I asked you how bad it was since I couldn't see everything, but you said it was fine and that it was better than wetting myself. We were deep in the woods anyway, so no one else would know except for you and me.
"Thanks, you saved me there," I said, blushing a little. Everything had happened so quickly, and it wasn't until now that I began to realize that I almost peed myself in front of you. And that you then had to help me pee. I was somewhat embarrassed but mostly relieved after having held it for hours.
"It's okay, but you have to tell me when you need to pee next time and not just right before it's too late," you said when it was all over. I promised you that I would try to be better at it, even though I found it uncomfortable to admit that I needed to use the restroom."
Edited August 15 by tuvalie
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After way too long, I finally took time again to write something. I'm sad I didn't continue on my other story. Maybe some day I will. For now, here's a new scenario. It's a bit different.
Warning: This story will feature much different stuff, possibly something you will not like. There's strictly no scat stuff in it because that's not my thing, but other bodily fluids and food stuff. I don't want to spoil where I'm going exactly with this, so just be warned.
Prequel
You know how life sometimes surprises you? How you slide into situations you couldn't have imagined, are weirded out, and then ultimately love it? That happened to me when I was introduced to the Dirtbag Club. It all started on a hot day in June in my university's cafeteria. Unlikely place, but hear me out.
My friend Steph and I were having lunch, spaghetti bolognese. Not my favourite, but solid. And cheap. Perfect for a student. Anyway, I was wearing a white tank top and short black track pants that day, because I was hot and also because, at that point, I was not really interested in finding a man, so I wasn't that obsessed with my looks. My choice of outfit matters though, we're getting there. So, we were eating and talking and laughing and then the expected happened. I was clumsy with my fork, dropped it, and sprinkled bolognese sauce all over myself. Which, of course, was almost flashing on my white top. I laughed about it, after all it's my fault for wearing white when I knew it was spaghetti day. Steph on the other hand went quiet, looked at me intently. It was weirding me out a bit. She snapped out of it, shook her head and got up.
"I'll... uhm, get you some napkins, yeah" she said.
I was surprised by her reaction. One minute before, Steph was laughing with me and enjoying her meal, now she looked as if she saw a ghost. When she came back, she turned around when I cleaned myself up. As if I was undressing or something. As you can imagine, my cleanup plans were futile, I only managed to smear it around. I faced Steph.
"It's no use. You know, if it wasn't white, I would just go to the bathroom and put some water on it. But it would go see-through instantly." I said. Then again, if it wasn't white it wouldn't show up that much. Once again, Steph reacted weirdly. She gulped, faked a smile with an obvious worry line on her head, and after a few seconds of silence opened her mouth.
"Haha, I bet it would! You shouldn't do that!" she said. Her voice was nervous. I was concerned.
"Everything okay with you? You act... kind of suspicious" I said. Her eyes got big. Quickly, she turned around again and stuttered.
"Uhm, sure, it's... I'm just worried about... Nevermind. Oh, I've gotta go, see you" she said. With that, she quickly darted to the door, looking back a few times, nearly bumping into a guy. As suspicious as it was, I thought nothing of it and finished my meal. I had no more classes that day, so I wasn't too worried about my mishap.
Next day, I chose to wear a black top just in case. It seemed silly to me, but I was reminded of Stephs reaction. When we met in class, she behaved normal again. I chose not to ask her about yesterday. If she wants to tell me, she will. The lecture was uneventful, the one after that too. The third one, however, was different.
As it was a hot day, I drank much more water than usual. Now any of you should have an idea what happened next, but I have to disappoint you. At least for now. I wasn't that desperate, but I noticed my bladder. Towards the end, I started shifting on my seat a bit. When I glanced at Steph, I found her looking right through me, almost as if she was daydreaming. I leaned towards her and whispered
"Thank god it's only ten minutes left, I've gotta pee"
With that seemingly innocent statement, Steph was full-on weird again. She sat up straight, looked towards the front and, while still looking ahead, answered:
"Yes. Uhm. Only ten minutes, right."
I thought, what kind of weird answer is that? I was annoyed.
"What's up with you again? You're weird again. Talk after the lecture?" I said. Steph, still looking straight ahead, answered.
"Uhm, sorry. Y-yeah. Okay. Sorry." she said. Yeah, whatever.
After the lecture, I followed her outside. She basically jumped off her seat, almost as if she was the one needing a wee. I caught up to her. She faced me.
"You maybe better go pee first. I'll wait.", she said. Uhm, okay. Still, I wasn't that desperate yet, but okay. When I went to the girl's room, she looked away again. It's her room too, I don't get it. She knows what's in there.
When I got back, she led me towards a secluded spot outside. And then I waited. You know this weird kind of silence when someone wants to tell you something but can't get himself to it? Steph put a cig in her mouth. Another after that. Now and then, she looked at me shorty. When she lit up her third one, I grabbed it and put it in my own mouth. After a drag, I calmly, but firmly told her:
"Come on. We've known each other for eight years. What's wrong?" I said. I gave her the cigarette back, like it was a microphone. It worked.
"It's... It's complicated.", she said. "Yeah, go figure. Try it." I said.
"Okay... So. Promise you won't be weirded out. Because, you know. It's kind of weird. Like, really weird.", she said. Finally, I thought. "Try me."
"So. There's this club at campus. I know it from a friend of mine. It's... not your usual club. It's called The Dirtbag Club." |
Chapter 1: Getting into it
I couldn't help but laugh. "The Dirtbag Club? Really?" I said. Steph frowned and gestured to keep quiet.
"Ssh. Please. Keep it down. It's secret."
"So it's a secret society... of dirtbags?" I said.
"I don't think they call themselves that. But, I guess? So... This club. It's a strictly female-only club. And it's pretty secretive, you only get in with an invitation. And every now and then, they do a party."
"A dirtbag party?" I interrupted her.
"Just... wait. But yeah, a Dirtbag party. Think of it as an experience. A dirty one."
"Dirty... how?" I said. She had all my attention now.
"In many ways, actually. In any way you could imagine. But no poo." Steph looked at me with big eyes. She obviously did not mean to say that.
"No WHAT?" I said. "Why... why would this be excluded? What kind of club is this?"
"Sorry. It's... I don't know how to describe it. Do... do you maybe want to join me for next party?" she said. I was baffled. Do I? I was curious but at the same time, I was concerned. I was glad there was no poo stuff, but... why would it be important to say this?
"Uhm, sure. Yeah. But.. Can I just do that? Like, secret and all?" I said. Laura instantly lit up.
"Of course. I'll get you into it. I mean the club... It's this Friday at 10pm. I'll come pick you up." she said.
"Sure, thanks. But please, tell me at least a bit more about it. Like, what's the dress code?"
"Oh! Glad you asked. It's... basically anything expendable" she said.
"What? But... okay, okay. No more questions. Like, an old t-shirt and leggings?" I said. Steph's eyes got big again. She smiled.
"Yeah! Perfect! That's... that's great" she said. She was still nervous, but her mood got way better. We finished our cigarettes and went on with our day. The rest of the week, I constantly thought about this weird club with weird parties and even weirder rules. What should I expect? Finally, it was Friday. In the evening, I waited for Steph to arrive at my place. I lived outside of campus, while Steph lived in a dorm. She rung my bell at exactly 9:30pm. When I opened the door, Steph quickly got in as if she was followed.
"Hi" she said. "What's up?"
"Not much. Waiting for you. I'm really curious. And also a bit concerned. But I trust you. It's not dangerous or anything, right?"
"No, not a bit. Also, you can leave anytime if you really want to. Just, please be secret about it. Here, I brought you something.", Steph said. She had a duffle bag with her. When she opened it, I saw some regular clothes and two... masks? Yeah, two masks. Like Eyes White Shut style. I slowly started realizing what kind of party this might be.
"Are those Eyes Wide Shut masks? Are you serious?" I asked.
"We also only use aliases. Choose one for yourself. Mine's Narcissia." she said.
"You know, it starts to sound more and more like a sex party. Like... is it?" I said.
"Would you mind if it was? Let me put it that way. Sex is optional." she said.
"Oh, okay then. At least that. Uhm... so, alias. Some greek mythology stuff maybe? How about... Minerva?" I said.
"That's latin" Steph said. Of course she knows this.
"Still sounds nice. And a bit mischievous. Okay, Minerva it is. So, we're only speaking to each other with the names? And also wear this mask all the time?"
"Exactly. It's so that you can be free to do whatever you want. To see stuff if you want to, to do stuff, and to not worry about what others might think."
"Okay. That doesn't sound too bad. But what about the dirtbag thing? And about, I cite, expendable clothes?" I ask. I looked down on myself. I chose to wear plain grey leggings and a loose-fitting yellow t-shirt. Underneath, I wore an old black bra and old black panties. Just in case. Steph looked up and down.
"You'll see, you'll see. For now, this outfit is perfect. Another thing: I have some room in my bag. You should pack a change of clothes." she said. I stopped asking why, I just did. So I fetched a complete set of clothes, including shoes and socks, and put it in Steph's bag.
"Okay, done. Your clothes look almost new, what's up with that?" I asked.
"Those are special clothes. I bought them just for this. And I know that they are washable." she said. I left my mouth open for a moment, but I accepted that she will not tell me any more at the moment.
At exactly 9:50pm, we left my apartment and made our way towards campus. Steph guided me towards one of the dorm buildings, the one next to her own. We shared a cigarette before we got in. We didn't talk, because the only thing I was thinking about was waiting in this building, and Steph made it very clear to me that she didn't want me to talk about it in the open.
When we got in, we made our way towards the basement. Because of course we did. What kind of secret fetish party would be hosted somewhere else than the basement? It all sounded a bit cliché to me. Finally, after what seemed like eight different turns and corridors, we reached a metal door. Steph put on her mask and gestured to me to do the same. When I did, she knocked on the door. Immediately, the door opened. I expected a big, bulky security dude, but yeah, no men allowed. Before us stood a rather petite woman with a similar mask like ours. She lit up when she saw Steph.
"Oh hi Narcissia! Glad you're here! And you brought a friend" she said. Quite anticlimactic.
"I did. Her name is Minerva. She does not know everything yet. But I vouch for her to keep it secret. I trust her", Steph said. I was feeling honored.
"Well then, come on in. My name's Cassandra", the woman said.
"Hi Cassandra. Glad to be here. I can't wait to see what S... sorry, what Narcissia was talking about." I said.
So we got in. Beneath the metal door, there was... a small room. Just a table and chair for Cassandra, and another big metal door at the other end of the room. Nothing to see here, yet.
Steph gestured me to come along with her. She put her duffle bag on a shelf at the spot that read "Narcissia". Then, she took my hand. I wasn't appalled, we often held hands when she wanted to show me something. This time, her hands were a bit more sweaty than usual. She pulled me towards the door. In front of it, we stopped.
"You ready?" she said. Now I was excited, not only curious. I simply answered "yeah". When Steph opened the door, I could immediately see that the room behind it was a bit more dim. Not completely dim, but a bit more... comfy, I guess? Anyway. We went inside and, with a gesture towards Cassandra, Steph closed the door behind her.
"Now, just to be sure. If anything is not okay, just tell me. If you want to, we can leave at any second. Just... allow yourself to experience something new" she said.
"I trust you. Now, what do we do?" I said.
"That's the fun part: I don't know. Let's look around" she said. She took my hand again and we walked towards what looked like the bar. A woman sat there.
"Hey Electra!" Steph said. The woman turned around and got up. She and Steph shared basically the same dialogue like with Cassandra at the door. I was silent and listened. When I looked at the woman, I noticed... a wet spot on her pants? Did she spill her drink? I found myself looking, almost staring at the spot. I thought about how a spilled drink could have possibly created such streaks down her legs. While staring, I was glad I wore a mask. Suddenly, the wet spot grew. This can't be real. Was she... peeing her pants right in front of us? Steph noticed my staring.
"Oh, I see my friend Minerva noticed your... action." she said. Electra laughed. "She looks like she saw a ghost. Are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine. Are you... I mean..." I stuttered.
"Yeah. It's great. What about you?" she said. Steph intervened.
"Give her time. Let her look at stuff first. We all started somewhere." she said. Thanks Steph. She gestured towards two empty bar stools. I nodded. Electra sat back down on her bar stool. I saw some drips coming from it. I didn't know what to make of this. Steph started talking to me.
"So, that must have surprised you. Are you okay?", she said. She ordered two beers for us.
"Yeah, everything's fine. That was a surprise. So, is that what this club is about?" I said. The beers arrived. Steph clunked her glass with mine.
"That's just the beginning." |
Thanks for the reactions 🙂 I'm really having fun writing at the moment, so I hope I'll have enough time. Here's another chapter. It's the time between 10pm and 11pm.
Chapter 2: 10pm
After that experience, I was suddenly very self-conscious about my outfit choice. I found myself imagining my own pants decorated with that unexpected wet spot. I chuckled, that was something I never imagined before. Or even thought about. Well done, Steph, you already widened my experience.
"Hm?" Steph said. That kind of hm you ask when someone chuckles unexpectedly and you want to know what's funny.
"Oh, it's just... I kind of thought about that woman's... about Electra's wet spot. And about how a wet spot would look on my own pants. Now that I'm speaking it out loud it sounds so weird" I said. I was really able to open up, probably due to the mask. And due to the beer.
"I'm so glad you're here. Because, you know... now you maybe understand how I reacted when you said you gotta pee. Because..." - I interrupted her.
"Because you just straight-up imagined I'd pee my pants?" I said. I tried to make it sound less like an accusation.
"Uhm... no... well, maybe yes. I'm sorry" Steph said. Even in the rather dim light, I could see Steph blush.
"No, it's fine. I guess. So... I'm sorry to be so direct. Like, do you... are you interested in me?" I said. I often thought about how I am probably not a lesbian, but I am definitely not completely straight either. And Steph's quite attractive. For a woman, she had rather broad shoulders, bit of a tan, black, curly hair. Sportive. I won't spoil too much about her appearance though, you'll find out soon.
"Uhm... Well, I'm... I'm actually not sure. To be completely honest, I always thought of you as a friend. It's just... you know, those two situations. I found out I liked some stuff I didn't like before. Or maybe... didn't know it. Does that make sense?" she said. She was finally opening up.
"So... the pee thing makes sense now. I always heard that many people kind of liked that. But it was never... I mean I never knew anyone personally. But that spaghetti situation. What's up with that?" I said.
"Oh yeah, about that. Uhm, I think it would be best to wait for later. Take it slowly." Steph sounded mysterious again. But okay. The gleam in her eyes made me curious again, but I took her advice.
We drank for a while, talked about this and that. I almost forgot where we were, it felt like a regular bar. I was reminded of where I was when Electra got up and told us that she'll pay a visit to Constanza in, I quote, the Chamber of Liquids. I had to contain myself. Those damned Potter girls are everywhere. When she left, I got another look at her lower body. Her pants were completely soaked by know, almost a uniform color. It was clearly visible on her khakis. I could even make out a faint outline of her dark, probably black panties underneath. I found myself liking what I saw. Not because it made any sense, but what kind of sexual deviance made sense anyway? Suddenly, I was getting self-conscious of my own bladder. I looked at Steph, almost a bit excited.
"You know what? I'm starting to notice my bladder. What do you make of that?" I said, teasing her. It worked.
"You've got my attention. And I love that you tell me. Go on, please." she said.
"No, you first." I said.
"Uhm. Okay. I wasn't sure if you wanted to know. I'm actually noticing mine since we got here. I made sure to drink something before I left. So... I'm at around 8/10" she said.
"8/10? Like, what's 10?" I said. I was confused about this arbitrary rating.
"Of... losing it? You know. 0 means you're empty. You know, just came back from the toilet. And then it goes up. Where are you?"
"I see. Uhm, maybe... a six? About the level I was in that lecture, if that helps." When I said it, I thought about how that could possibly help her. She didn't know how desperate I felt.
"Then there's some way to go" she said, implying we share the same kind of goal. With that, she ordered another round of drinks for us. Water this time, as Steph said she doesn't want to get me drunk. After a pause, she added "not yet". We continued with our conversation for a while. Out of the blue, Steph spoke up.
"Okay, now I'm at a 9." She made it sound as if there was some notification on her phone she got at the exact time. That's training, I guess.
"Okay? So... what are you going to do? I mean... Do you just wait or..." I said.
"Depends." she said. She chuckled. "I mean, in the literal way. Depends are not my thing, but I know some girls here who like to wear them." I needed a few moments to understand what she said. Before I could say something, she continued.
"Most of the time, I like to take the pressure off at just about this level. Just enough to get back down to an 8 or 7" she said. I was intrigued by this kind of bladder level discretization skill.
"And, by taking pressure off you mean..." I said. I knew what she meant, I was just curious to hear it from her.
"Yeah. Should I just..." she said, spreading her legs a bit, looking at me with a lowered head.
"Oh, uhm. Sure, go ahead" I said. I wasn't really thinking, I was too overwhelmed by what was about to happen. I looked at her lap. Her red pants were almost the same color as the bar stool, only that her pants were cotton instead of leather. She spread her legs completely now, probably to provide a better view for herself, and maybe also for me. I felt like looking at a mousehole and waiting for the mouse to appear. Only that the mouse was pee. After a few seconds, Steph sighed. I held my breath. I couldn't see anything. Then, the faintest spot appeared directly on her crotch. A tiny spot of dark red. I hoped that the mouse would come out completely now. The spot grew a bit, to about the size of a golf ball. Then it stopped.
"Done", Steph said. She looked at me, expecting some kind of reaction. I was at a loss for a moment.
"Wow" was all I managed to say.
"Now I'm back at 7. Let's fill up again." she said. "Don't worry, it'll be faster now the seal is broken."
"The... seal? But okay. Uhm, strange question, but... How is it just such a small spot when you got from 9 to 7? I mean... I don't know what a 7 or a 9 is to you, but..."
"Oh, yeah, good question. You see, well, you don't see, I am wearing three pairs of panties at the moment" she said. She tugged on the waisband of her pants. Underneath, I saw two distinctly colored waistbands, a red one and a grey one. "And it takes some time to get through all layers." She made it seem like the most logical thing in the world.
"Oh, right. But... why?" I asked. I couldn't help myself, even though I tried to ask less.
"Because it feels good. That's all there is to it." she said. That made sense. I tried to consciously think about my own bladder. It felt more full than before. I thought about Steph's scale. Maybe I'm an 8 now?
"I think I'm at an 8 now. Normally I would try to find a toilet now." I said.
"Normally?" Steph said, smiling at me. "You mean there could be another option?"
"Well, I guess. I mean... I'm really curious, but also just a tiny bit appalled. But not by choice, you know. Mostly curious. So... should I just..." I trailed off. It was clear what I had to do if I wanted to. It was just so... odd.
"Uhm, yeah, if you want to? Just... just try to relax, maybe push a bit" she said. She blushed again. Even more when I opened my legs just a bit to get a better look at myself. It would be clearly visible, I thought. Those leggings turn dark grey, almost black, when they get wet. I had experienced that on a particularly rainy day. Then I remembered the bag we gave into Cassandra's care at the door. I realized I was actually free to do whatever I wanted. Nobody, except for Steph, knew me, I had a change of clothes with me and I could leave anytime. I started grinning from this realization.
"Okay" I said. "Let me try." And I relaxed. And I actually felt something down below, just... inside. It felt like just before actually peeing, but then it didn't start. The beer really helped me to overcome this barrier. I tried to push a bit and then relaxed again, as Steph told me. I felt it slowly reach the exit. And then, I felt a tiny drip exit, instantly disappearing into my panties. That wasn't all that unknown to me, there were countless situations before when I got a bit damp down there for various reasons. Normally, this would be the moment I would try to find a way to change. But again, "normally".
"It worked!" I said to Steph, proud of my work. Her gaze was fixed on my crotch, but she briefly peeked up to me and grinned when I told her. I tried to continue. After a few seconds, I could feel another small spurt leave me. Again, it was completely soaked up by my panties. I looked down at myself, I still couldn't see anything from the outside. I wasn't expecting my panties to be able to contain that much liquid without leaking through. They weren't period panties or anything, and I wasn't wearing a pad. I continued. I couldn't produce more than a few drops or tiny spurt at a time, but it accumulated. Finally, I saw a tiny spot of dark grey.
"There it is!" I said, pointing at my crotch. I didn't have to point, Steph probably saw it before I did. She grinned and took a sip of her glass.
"Congrats!" she said.
"I'm not done yet" I said. I didn't feel any less full than before, I at least wanted to get back down to the level when Steph first asked. So I continued. I already found it easier to relax and produce slightly longer spurts. I continued until it felt "right", until my pressure was about the same as before. Now I started realizing how this 0 to 10 scale was actually pretty great if you concentrate on how it feels. I looked down. My crotch now had a spot about the size of a baseball. Bigger than Stephs. I was fascinated by this image, even though I tried to imagine it in my mind before. I composed myself. When I moved around, I felt just how soaked my panties were now. Only now I realized that I, in fact, just peed myself. But the strange thing was: I wasn't shocked or anything. It felt like trying a new sport, a new cocktail or something like that. You wonder how you haven't tried it before, but you're glad you did.
"Now you're just showing off" Steph said. I realized I was still sitting there with my legs spread and quickly closed them, as if I was caught doing something. I kind of was.
"No, please, suit yourself. How was it?" she said.
"It was... something new, that's for sure. I kind of liked it. And I still like how it feels and looks." I said. I wanted to check my panties, but I hesitated. "Is it... okay if I look inside my pants?"
"Oh, sure. You can do whatever you want as long as I can watch" she said, again fixed on my lap. I didn't mind her looking, after all I did the same. So I tugged my shirt up with my elbow and pulled on my leggings' waistline. I saw that my black panties had a darker, slightly shiny spot the same size as the one outside. As these panties were quite old, they were more of an anthracite color by now. At least when dry. Without thinking, I ran over the wet spot with my hand. It felt weird. But kind of good. Kind of sexy and dirty. Now the club's name started to make sense. When I looked up, I quickly pulled my hand out and let my leggings snap back. The feeling of wet fabric on my skin caught me off-guard and I inhaled sharply. Steph still grinned at me.
"I can see that you like it. If I may add, I liked it too. That looked really hot" she said.
"Thanks... I guess?" I answered. I wasn't sure on how to react to such a compliment. But I liked it. "So... what's next?"
"You really don't want to take it slowly, right? Let me think. It's almost 11pm, I think now is a good time to introduce you to the chamber of liquids. Are you ready?" she said.
"Stop asking if I'm ready. I don't know. But, I guess I am?" I said. Steph drank what was left in her glass and got up. I had another look on her backside. The spot was significantly bigger there, almost her entire lower butt was decorated by an oval, dark red wet patch. I thought about how I looked. When I followed her, I noticed a full size mirror on one of the walls, so I took my chance. I looked at my back side and yeah, it was bigger on my pants too. The dark color complimented my butt, I thought. What a strange thought, I thought. I remembered to try thinking less for the time being. We walked across the room and reached another red door. A hand drawn paper on it read "The Chamber". The liquids part must have been an unofficial suffix. Then again, what does official even mean in this kind of place? Before Steph reached for the door's handle, I looked around the room again. Apart from the small bar we were, there were sofas, some tables, all in all pretty comfy. I just now realized that all furniture was made of leather and plastic. From our experience at the bar, that of course made sense. I spotted 8 other women there, some of them with wet pants, some with skirts so I wouldn't know. Some had dry pants. I appreciated how this was indeed a completely optional thing and everyone could do whatever she wants.
Steph pulled on the handle of the door. When she started opening the door, a faint odor came out of it. I couldn't tell what it is exactly. Was it... spaghetti? Was that the kitchen? But there was something else. Steph opened the door completely now and we went inside. |
So, I’m probably just gonna be posting all my fics here as to, not clog anything up
I’d also like to formally apologize to the SIX the musical fandom for this fic
Also, this fic does get just a bit nsfw at the end :)
“Anne, come on,” Catherine knocked on Anne’s bedroom door. She had been doing her makeup for the past fifteen minutes and they had to leave.
“Coming! Coming!” The door quickly opened, and Anne placed a small kiss on Catherine’s cheek. She made sure it didn’t leave a mark though, that would be saved for later that night. Oh and also they didn’t have the time to reapply makeup. The two climbed in the car, and Catherine drove. “Why won’t you let me drive?” Anne huffed.
“Last time I did that the police pulled us over because they thought you were fourteen,”
“Fair enough.” The two sat in relative silence for the drive, not really having anything to talk about. “How long is this again?”
“I don’t know, two hours? Maybe three?” Catherine replied. “Doubt it will go longer than that though, why do you ask?” Anne shrugged.
“Eh, no reason,” She replied, checking her makeup and hair in a compact mirror. “Anyway, I hope we get to stick together for this!” Anne smiled. Catherine nodded in response and pulled into the venue’s parking lot. The pair got out of the car and went inside the large building.
“Anne! Over here!” A taller girl with pink hair waved.
“Kate, yo!” Anne ran up to her and gave her a hug. “How have you been this week?” Katherine ruffled Anne’s hair.
“I’ve been good, excited for this meet and greet, you and Catalina are paired up to sit together. I’m sure you won’t mind that though,” Kate smiled. Anne let out a small laugh and turned back to Catherine.
“Love, make sure to drink water before we have to sit for a couple hours.” Catherine said. Anne rolled her eyes in response.
“I’ll be fine,”
“Last time you got a headache and had to lay on the bathroom floor with the lights off,” Catherine crossed her arms, “Here I brought you a water bottle.” She handed Anne the bottle, and Anne reluctantly took a couple sips. “Come on let's get dressed,”
Anne nodded and followed Catalina.
— — — — — —
“Anne,” Catalina knocked on Anne’s dressing room door, “It’s time to get out.”
Anne opened her door and smiled up at Catalina. “Hi darling!” Her sweatpants and coat were replaced with her green iconic crop top and skirt. “Do I have time to piss really fast?”
“God you are so crude,”
“Hey! It’s a valid question…” Anne huffed and crossed her arms. Catherine rubbed her temples.
“No, sorry we don’t have time until after this is over,” Anne rolled her eyes. “You’ll be fine, just… drink water.” Anne raised one eyebrow at Catalina. “Not like that I mean, don’t dehydrate yourself because of that. We don’t want a repeat of last time,” she sighed.
“Yeah I’ll get water, calm down.” Anne smiled. She took the bottle and downed some more before grabbing Catalina’s hand. “Let’s go! Can’t keep the others waiting,”
Catalina rolled her eyes but followed Anne until they made it to their tables. Anne and Catalina took their seats together.
“Anne finish the bottle please,” Catalina huffed.
“Do I have to?” Anne groaned.
“Do you want to be laying in the bathroom all night with a migraine?”
“… fine.” Anne finished the water.
———
An hour passed, and Anne had begun to squirm in her seat. Catalina squeezed her hand under the table to reassure her.
“You okay?” Catalina whispered. Anne nodded in response, focusing on signing programs and merch. “What’s going on?” Catalina’s golden eyes were soft.
“Nothing,” Anne mumbled. Interacting with fans was great but Anne’s social battery was draining fast. Maybe it was the noise or environment… or the feeling of desperation that was beginning to become more and more prevalent.
Catalina gave her a look. ‘It doesn’t look like “nothing”’. Anne brushed off the glare and went back to talking with her fans. She shimmied her hips in her seat, catching Catalina’s attention.
Her hand rested on Anne’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. Anne shuddered in response. Both arousal and the need to piss were vastly prevalent much to Anne’s discomfort. “Lina-“ she whispered.
“Hm?” Catalina’s curiosity was piqued. “Anne, are you alright?” Catalina’s voice was low and soft. Anne shook her head as she let out a soft whimper. “Hey, you can tell me what’s wrong,” Catalina murmured.
“Lina I- I-“ Anne squirmed. “When is this over?” Urgency thick in her voice.
“Oh um- ten minutes?” Catalina checked her watch. “Yeah, ten minutes,” Anne let out a huff. “Anne, are you okay? Why do you want to know how long we have?”
“I- um- Lina- it’s embarrassing…” Anne mumbled. Catalina caressed Anne’s thigh, making her shudder. “Lina I really have to- um…” Catalina finally realized Anne’s body language. Squirming, thighs pressed together, legs crossed.
“O-oh- um- I see- I-…” Catalina looked away and blushed. “You can make it, you’re gonna be alright. Ten minutes. You can hold it for ten minutes right?” Catalina patted Anne’s shoulder.
“I- I think so?” Anne whimpered. Even with her legs crossed, she still felt herself leak. All Anne could do was squirm helplessly for the next ten minutes.
Anne ran off to get changed as soon as the event ended. If she was going to piss herself, which she wasn’t, it wouldn’t be in her costume. Taking off the costume by herself while desperately trying not to wet herself was torture. Thankfully she managed to take it off before any more leaks happened.
Pulling on her sweatpants and shirt, Anne ran out the door. “Lina? fuck- Lina?!” She called, looking for the golden eyed queen.
“Anne! Come on let’s get back to the car.” Catalina came out of her dressing room. Taking Anne’s hand in hers, they began to slowly walk back to their car. Well, Anne was shimmying. Anne’s legs were pressed together, her free hand near her crotch. “You could’ve taken those fifteen minutes you spent to do extra makeup as bathroom time instead,” Catalina grumbled.
“Sh-shut up…” the shorter girl mumbled. Catalina sighed and rubbed Anne’s arm. The two walked along the edge of the parking lot for a few minutes before Anne stopped. “N-no- no- fuck-!!” She whimpered.
“Anne? Are you-“ Catalina began, her eyes full of concern. Anne gripped Catalina’s wrist and pulled her into an alleyway. “Anne?” Anne panted, holding her crotch.
“Lina-“ she whispered, “Lina- I- it hurts…” tears dripped down Anne’s face.
“Do you think you can get your pants down?” Anne shook her head, her knees quivering. “Do you want me to help you?” Nod. Anne pressed her thighs together tighter. “Darling you have to move your hands so I can get your pants down.”
“I-I can’t,” desperate whimpers escaped Anne’s mouth. “O-oh shit- fuck- Catalina I-“ Catalina stood back from Anne as the shorter woman trembled. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” Anne cried. Piss trickled down her legs, darkening her pants.
Sighing, Catalina pressed a kiss to Anne’s forehead. “Just let go Anne, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Anne looked up at Catalina with tear filled eyes. “It’s alright. You did the best you could, love,” Catalina smiled, gently holding Anne’s face. Golden eyes watched Anne bury her face into Catalina’s chest.
Anne’s knees went weak as she pissed herself. Her hands gripped at her partner’s sweater to hold herself up. Breathy moans and sighs of relief filled the air. Green eyes were shut tight, face red with embarrassment and arousal. “Hah~ ah~ I- it feels good~” Catalina pulled Anne closer to her so the poor girl wouldn’t fall. The hiss mixed with Anne’s moans was practically driving Catalina crazy.
“Does it? Are you… enjoying this~?” She smirked, teasing Anne. “You’re getting wet from this aren’t you~”
“M-mh~ mhm…” Anne nodded into Catalina’s breasts. “S-so good~” A puddle was forming under the pair. Catalina’s hand rubbed on Anne’s bladder, helping her let everything out.
“You were holding so much in there~! Oh Anne it must feel so good for you to just piss yourself~” Anne blushed, her stream ending. “Are you done? Good. I can’t wait to get you home~” Catalina purred as she pinned Anne against the wall.
“Mm~ yes~ fuck me!” Anne grinned with needy eyes.
“Greedy whore~” Catalina bit at Anne’s neck, drawing a throaty moan out of her. “You’re gonna have to wait~” |
What follows below is a mostly true story. Some of the incidents I've embellished, some I've changed to protect identities and some things, well, they happened so long ago that I don't remember now what exactly took place.
*******
I'd seen her at our hiking club meetings and out on the trails several times before, but had never gotten to talk to her alone until this evening when she came up to me as most of us were heading for the doors. So, I was a little surprised when she asked if I had any plans for the weekend. She hoped to get out of town and wanted to find someone to spend a day with hiking around in the mountains.
Her name was Joanne. She'd just turned 23 and had been living in the city since starting college. She was a little taller than average, slender, with green eyes and light brown hair that came to her shoulders. Standing alone, she was what I considered attractive, yet I'd never really taken a good look at her before, perhaps only because she wasn't, well, striking. Good looking she was, but not the flashy kind of person who stood out in a crowd.
While I'd only joined this group about six months back, I'd come to attend every meeting since. Quickly, I'd become one of the more active members, most every weekend either signing up for the group hike or setting off independently with a couple friends from the club. In the past month I'd led one of the groups, sixteen of us for a day hike, but this week I was looking forward to something a little more solitary. An overnight trek with no more than one or two others sounded more interesting, but I hadn't made any commitment.
That is, until she singled me out. She had remembered me from the group hike three weekends before and must have thought I'd done a good enough job of keeping everyone from getting lost and safely bringing us back to the trailhead at the end of the day. Somehow, she figured me to be a good hiking partner and wondered if I could show her one of my favorite trails this weekend. It wasn't a date, she said, but it felt as good as one to me. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her on Thursday evening. I did and plans were confirmed to meet Saturday at eight.
The morning came and we met up at the agreed location, an all-hours restaurant where the food was passable, the coffee good and the booths comfortable enough for long conversation. And, it had a large enough parking lot where we could leave a car until we returned in the evening. In barely ninety minutes we got to know a great deal about one another.
"Call me Jo-a-NEE.” She drew the word out to three syllables. “When I was I growing up I couldn't say Joanne. Besides, I had a best friend named Ann and didn't like it when the neighbor kids called us Ann and Jo-Ann. Guess I fixed them, didn't I?"
I shared a laugh with her. I liked her and kept revising upwards my assessment of her, as I looked her over while we ate. And talked. I tried to be the good conversationalist and mostly listen.
There wasn't a lot to her, maybe a hundred twenty pounds, one twenty-five tops, but what there was was nice. Her arms were a little thin, but toned and what I’d noticed of her legs were similar. I guessed almost a B-cup, a tiny waist and not much in the ass, either. Still, she was more than capable of inspiring lustful feelings within my almost 24 year-old body.
My thoughts must have been easily read, as she told me she had a boyfriend back home, a couple hours away, but only saw him occasionally. It sounded like she'd known him for years, a nice guy it seemed, and one who thought the world of her. What I didn't hear, though, was the passion in her voice when she talked about him, nor see a sparkle in her eyes. Perhaps best I just file that away for later.
In less than a couple hours we had become quite comfortable around one another. We finished our coffees, got up and visited the restrooms on our way out. I paid the bill and we walked to our cars.
There was no need for us to take two vehicles, so I offered to drive and she took me up on it. She grabbed a backpack from her trunk and climbed in the front with me.
*******
We rode most of the way in silence. For the moment maybe we had run out of things to say, or maybe we were just enjoying the scenery that was getting better each passing mile. In little more than an hour we had left the suburbs, entered pine forests and reached the start of the mountains. Another twenty minutes and we were pulled over in the park’s lot. We got out, put on our packs and walked to the trailhead. There, to the side of the board describing the trails, was a portable toilet.
Joanne looked over at me and asked, "Mind if I pop in there for a quick one? Need to use it, too?"
"No, I try never to unless I absolutely have to. I'm don’t think I’m a germophobe, but I am all too afraid of catching something."
"Yeah, I don't like them either, but all that water and coffee just wants to come out. If I go now, maybe I can get a little further up the way before we need to stop again."
She ducked into the potty. I didn’t know if it was by accident, but she never bothered to latch the door. It was open a few inches and while I couldn’t see anything, the gentleman I tried to be turned my head away, I certainly could hear the sound of pee hitting plastic.
It didn’t last long, no more than fifteen seconds or so, but it had enough of an effect on me that I needed to adjust my shorts. I was still tucking in my shirt when she came out.
Looking straight at me with her gorgeous eyes, she gave a smile and exhaled, “Ah, better!” It sounded so sweet coming from her, but I kept having these naughty thoughts.
We set out on the trail. It took a few minutes before my erection subsided. In its place, I became aware of a certain fullness. Despite my excitement, visions of Joanne peeing were getting me to the point where I needed to do the same. As we kept walking at a leisurely place, slowly climbing, so did the pressure within me, seeming to build with each passing minute until finally, after a little more than an hour on the trail, I gave in.
“Can we stop? I could use a break,” then added, “My bladder, too!”
I took off my pack, set it down to the side of the trail and started to walk into the woods.
Joanne called out at me, "You're not pee shy, are you"?
I stopped in my tracks. I suppose I still was, but something about the way she said that told me I needed to get over it right away.
"I'm not, and I kind of like looking." She flashed a grin at me, and then continued, "Tell you what. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I need to go again, anyway".
I was amazed by her directness. Here I was thinking she was this quiet, reserved person, maybe a little on the serious side, when she came out with this part of her that I wasn’t quite prepared for. I had to give her a lot of credit, though, for she turned what could have been an awkward moment for us into, literally, child’s play.
With that, she took a couple steps further off the path, then, squatting, pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She had made it a point to turn towards me, spread her knees apart and I saw, well, everything. She had a small patch of fine pubic hair, almost golden, which failed to conceal the most delicate pink lips. Knowing I was watching, she made no attempt to hide anything.
Still, I was a little surprised when the first few drops trickled out. Another five or so seconds later she pushed out a steady flow.
“Say. You promised you’d join me”, as she continued to pee. Hers was a thin, clear stream that fell a foot or so ahead.
I couldn’t believe what I did next, but I pulled my penis out of my shorts, pointed in her general direction and let go. Apparently, her openness and my need must have overruled any inhibitions I had, as well as my arousal, and the arc landed about two feet in front of her. She must have thought it was funny, for she broke into a laugh as she squeezed out her last drops. She remained squatting while I finished, my stream now falling further from her.
As she pulled up her shorts, she remarked, “I can see we’re going to have a great time together. Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
Making sure she was looking right at me, I replied, “Probably better.” I held my stare long enough for her to know I really liked it.
*******
We continued on along the path, still climbing for another good hour until the forest opened into a rocky clearing. Walking over to the overlook, we took off our backpacks and sat down on edge of the rock, hanging our legs over the side. Pulling out from our packs what passed for lunch, we ate, and drank in the view.
We had finished our first water bottles about half an hour ago. Having worked up a sweat on the climb, I knew I needed to replace the water lost, so I reached over and grabbed the second one, taking deep swigs as I washed down the meal. I noticed Joanne doing the same.
We sat there, about three feet apart, enjoying the warming sun and the clean mountain air, and talked.
She asked me why I had joined the club. I tried to give her more than a superficial answer.
“I’ve been living and working in the city almost six years now. Much as it provides me with a good living, I don’t like the traffic, the noise, the pollution and too many people trying to get to the same place at the same time, so I regularly need my escape to the country. I grew up in the suburbs, in half a dozen towns not much larger than yours, and there were always places where I could explore the outdoors. I like to exercise, do healthy things for myself and get my fix of sunshine and fresh air. Besides, I’m not sure I’ve found a nicer group of people. And, you?”
“I came for college five years ago, so I’ve been here almost as long. Of course, I could always go home for weekends, and usually did for the first year or two. But, between my course loads and finding work, I stopped going back as much. And, once you’ve lived in a big city, there’s something about the smallness of these little towns that’s just so… well, small.”
I interrupted, “Oh, I must agree. Over fifty years ago, Thomas Wolfe, who grew up just a few hills over, said it in ‘You Can’t Go Home Again.’”
“Yeah, what a great book. I read that, too, a couple years back when I was trying to sort out what I was doing and what I was feeling. I love my parents and don’t ever want to break their hearts, but I know I can never go back to their way of life. Yet, in many ways, I’m still that small town girl, say “hey” to people I meet, even if I don’t know them and have kept almost all the values I was raised with.
From the time I was I grade school, I’ve been into health and fitness. I was little, but worked hard and got myself strong. For many years, I was one of the smallest in the class. Then, at about twelve or thirteen I had a growth spurt, and got to be almost the height I am now. I played soccer, softball, basketball and was captain of our volleyball team my senior year.
I joined this club partly for the exercise I would get, but mostly for the social side of it. I haven’t made a lot of friends since I moved to the city, and have lost touch with most of the ones back home, so I thought I’d try this group and broaden my contacts. I’ve found a lot of folks I really like here. Who knows, I might even meet the right guy”, she paused for a couple seconds, as if she wanted to say more, then changed direction.
“You’re right about it being a good group of people. They made me feel at home right away and encouraged me to join in on the hikes, trying to partner me up with others of equal ability. And, on the trail, they’ve always been so helpful, women and men alike, giving me words of advice, sharing food and water or looking out for me when I was hurting or tired. I’ve come to think of them like family or long-time friends. Heck, I’ve gotten so comfortable around them that when I’d have to pee, I never thought twice about just squatting, pulling my shorts down and letting go. Funny, I hadn’t done that in years.”
She stopped, as if to let those words sink in. “Speaking of peeing, I’ve got to go again.”
In that excited voice of hers that I was starting to find most attractive, she made it sound like she was looking forward to it. I guess she was.
” Since we’re here, why don’t I just go over the side? I’ve always wanted to see how far I can pee down a mountain. You want to join me?”
All that water I’d just drank was starting to want its way out of me. Without hesitation, I said, “Sure.” Then, after glancing side-to-side, quietly added, “You don’t think anybody’s watching?”
She giggled. She had already pulled her shorts and panties to her knees, then lifted her legs back up on the rock. I followed her lead.
I must have started peeing first, for she looked over at me and her giggle grew to a full laugh. Watching my effort, she pushed her stream out towards mine. For a moment there were two falling pee trails, barely a couple feet apart and making a splash on the rocks far below.
But, it was over far too quickly. Our bladders empty, we silently sat there half a minute, maybe longer. Then I turned to her. “That was fun. I’d never known a girl could pee so far.”
Another giggle. We pulled up our shorts and stood up. Grabbing our packs, we got back on the trail. We were now almost to the midpoint of our hike. In another mile it took us to the other side of the ridge, then followed a path almost parallel to this one that would take us back to the trailhead.
Her bladder must have been really small, for we had to stop again in barely another hour. I probably should have joined her once again, but I did get to watch.
She stepped a few feet off the trail into the woods, where the ground quickly turned into a deep bed of pine needles
“Oh, I love these pine forests. I love the quiet, the solitude and they smell so great, especially on a hot day. And, I can pee here as hard as I want and never worry about the splash.”
She pulled her shorts and panties down again, but this time she turned away from me. Then, she leaned way forward and sort of pushed her ass, her cute tiny ass, towards me. Gee, she was small, but everything was there, it’s just there was nothing excess anywhere on her.
From where I was standing, I had a great view. I could see her lips open as she bent and noticed her urethra twitch when she let go the first drops.
“I always used to love doing this,” she said as she pushed out her stream. It was another tight pencil of a flow, almost straight down, but this time there was more power to it than I’d seen before. Had she stood up she likely could have peed past most men. It didn’t last more than about ten seconds, but she hovered there another minute as she let the last drops fall to the ground.
Even if my bladder had been full, I don’t think I could have gotten anything out. I was highly excited, but hoping Joanne didn’t notice the bulge in my shorts. At least, not just yet.
*******
On the hike back to the car she filled me in about herself a lot more.
"I was tiny as a baby and never easily put on weight as a child. I was always small, especially around the middle. I guess having a tiny bladder was just part of my makeup. Early on, I learned to accept the fact that I had to pee a lot. It was such a natural event for me that I never developed any shyness about it. Of course, I was told there were some places where I couldn't just let go, like in church, when we went shopping and social events at neighbors. But, even where there wasn’t a bathroom around, there was always somewhere I could just wander off to and drop my pants, whether the woods that backed up to most houses or among the trees in the park in town."
"Given that you couldn't hold much, didn't you have lots of accidents growing up?"
"When I was little, I'm sure I did. But, by the time I got to school I'd learned how to deal with it. Pee early and often became my motto."
"But what about those times when you had to hold it?"
"Surprisingly, there weren't many of those. Because I'd regularly empty my bladder, then just sit and relax myself down there when I was done, I’d be able to hold long enough until I found some spot where I could relieve myself. I could always make it through class and, if I were out somewhere, never failed to find a place. We lived at the edge of town and had a big yard that went back to a field where we always played after school, on weekends and all through the summer. I’d be out there with my friends and when I’d have to go I’d just set down and pee, just a few feet away from them, boys as well as girls, from the age of five or six until my early teens. Sure, I was called Joannee Peepee a few times, but I never wet myself. Oh, there may have been a couple drops on my panties when I almost didn't make it or pulled them up too quickly, but my clothes stayed dry."
"What about later, in college, when you were drinking or out on a date? I thought for a long time that the women I went out with never peed."
"I'm afraid I didn't have much of a social life. I knew that alcohol would get me in trouble, in more ways than one, so I almost never drank, and when I did it was only a beer or two or a couple glasses of wine. Any more than that, and I was certain I couldn’t control my pee. I had worked so hard to not have an accident growing up, that I wasn’t about to start now.
One time, early in my freshman year, I went a party, you know it was my first taste of real independence, and got the closest to drunk I’ve ever been. On the way back to the dorm, walking with a few of my new friends, I realized I couldn’t make it. Nice thing about those wooded campuses. I just walked over to a stand of trees, pulled my pants and panties down, sat on the grass and peed. At first the girls looked at me as if I was crazy, or just crazy drunk, which I probably was. But, they must have had the need, too, as they all joined in before I got my pants back up. Guess that says something about women always pee in groups, doesn’t it?”
I never had that many dates, but I had no problem about running off to use the restroom if I needed to. If we were outdoors, I’d just take a few steps and go as I always did. Funny, how guys could get all awkward. It was if they hadn’t seen a girl pee before. Or, at least weren’t supposed to. Heck, Greg has never even watched me.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Um, yeah. And, we’d gone out since our last year in high school. Before that, actually. He took me to junior prom and senior prom. Our families always told us we looked so good together.”
There was something just so sweet about Joannee, so naturally nice. I was beginning to seriously like her. Whoever this Greg was, he was one lucky guy. Or, maybe he didn’t have a clue.
I was enjoying this conversation with her. Just having it must have built up my confidence. The way she had opened up to me made me think I could ask her just about anything. So, I gave it my best shot.
“I don’t mean to be out of line, so please don’t take this the wrong way. You’re so uninhibited about peeing, I can’t help but wonder, does it do anything for you, well, sexually?”
“I’m not sure I follow you. Peeing for me is just that, a natural body function. I don’t think it’s any different for me now than when I was a little girl. Although, I could see how much you enjoyed watching me. Actually, I kind of liked the way you squirted towards me and when we peed off the rock together. But, it reminded me more of what I did among my friends growing up. It’s been nearly ten years since I last did that.
And, no, you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just that I’m still sorting my emotions out and I guess I'm a little too inexperienced in that department to give you a good answer. You've got to realize I grew up in a small Southern town. We were all a bunch of God-fearing people and I was raised believing I was supposed to save myself for marriage.”
She paused, then continued, “I’m not so sure now."
"Surely you’ve...” my voice trailed off, purposely.
"Well, I’m finally okay with giving myself pleasure, but only once in a great while, like when I really can’t get to sleep. And I have come pretty close to going all the way, well, almost second base a couple times, but..."
I cut her off, "With Greg"?
She shook her head. "He's a nice enough guy, and I love him dearly, but I really want something more. He’s all too happy still living in the small town we grew up in and I’ve had this taste of a much bigger world.”
She went quiet. Perhaps she’d told me everything she’d needed to for now. We were almost to the car before she spoke again.
“Guess I need to pee before we head back or I’ll likely never make it home.”
Glancing over at her, I replied, “I’ll keep you company.”
“I thought you might like to,” making another giggle. She stepped off into the pine needles again. I immediately followed.
Once more she took her shorts down, then her panties, only now she pulled them over her shoes and held them in her hand. Totally naked from the waist to her feet, she faced me, making sure I got the full view. I couldn’t help but stare at her loveliness. Only the fact I, too, now had to pee kept me from being totally aroused.
Now that she had my attention she dropped into a high squat. She took a deep breath and, as she exhaled, almost immediately began to pee. I pulled open a leg opening of my shorts and joined in, emptying my bladder into the puddle she was, no, we were, making.
*******
It was an interesting conversation on the drive home, as we were still pretty stoked by the day’s events. I probably did most of the talking, but it was Joanne who seemed to hold up the conversation.
“You must think I’m a freak the way I carried on today. The truth is I never learned to be embarrassed by my body or bodily functions. While I haven’t peed in front of boys since I started high school, when I’m in the outdoors it’s easy to let my guard down. Sure, what you and I did today was more than anything I ever played as a child. I actually surprised myself today being as bold as I was, but you have to admit it broke the tension, didn’t it? I could tell right away you were enjoying it, but it wasn’t until we were walking down the hill, after you mentioned it, that I was feeling something sexual myself. And, that’s not something I normally allow myself. While that last little display was for your benefit, I’ll have to admit I was getting turned on, too. When I get home tonight, I am going to have to take a long, cold shower.
You and I are hiking buddies, and we’re fast becoming good friends and I think, in time, something more, but you have to realize I’m not ready to go down that road just yet. I feel it’s not so far away, but I’m going to need to take this thing very slowly. Meantime, we can still have a lot of fun together, plenty of exploring ourselves, if you’re inclined, and you can take it as a very good sign we’re comfortable to pee around one another.”
*******
I pulled into the restaurant parking lot alongside her car. Before I could get around to open the door on her side, she was out. I walked over to her and stood between the cars.
She got her key out and unlocked her door. As I held it open for her, I spoke. “I know this wasn’t a date, but I had a great time, and I really would like to get to first base with you,” setting myself up for a good night kiss.
“Oh, you definitely got to first base. And, I’m so looking forward to us doing this again.”
I was expecting just a kiss or two on the check, but she met me fully face-on. My arms wrapped around her slender frame and we embraced. She might not have been the most experienced kisser, but it didn’t matter. We held onto one another, our lips joined, for at least a minute, and I thought I felt a spark pass between us.
As she was getting into her car, she called out, “I’ll see you Tuesday night. We’ll make plans for the weekend.”
Funny, she never talked about Greg after that. |
Hello! This will be my last post before I take my leave off of this website. Here, you will find all of my last stories I'm writing. I'm sorry it has taken a while. Thank you all so much for your support and enjoy the stories!
1) A Hitman for Layla (idea from LifeIsStrange). This includes murder, so please skip this one if it's not for you.
Layla Stockton. A whore for Dexter's business, who was next on Agent 47's shit list. The past few days he had tried to get her, but everytime, he missed. He only had one idea left.
With much stealth, 47 snuck into the office that Layla stood in with her mug of tea sat on the desk. A diuretic bottle was clenched in his fist, hidden within his grasp. He slowly crept up to the desk with Layla's back turned, dripping in some diuretic once the bottle was opened. With swift movement, Agent 47 left the office, as if he was never there, waiting for his moment to strike.
30 minutes went by and his plan was all set, the exposed electrical circuits laid strategically infront of the locked bathroom, a sign stuck on it saying "OUT OF ORDER". As Agent 47 wore his guard disguise, the hat covering his eyes, Layla ran out of the office with a hand in her crotch. Her face had a look of desperation spread across it, as her eyes darted around, looking for her release. Running past 47, she muttered panicky exclamations.
"The fuckin' tea went straight to me. Fuckin' tiny bladder." She whined, doubling over on the spot, wriggling and bouncing her ass. 47 couldn't take his eyes off the sight, he even found himself feeling slightly aroused, even though she was the enemy. Despite these events, he stayed focused, waiting for the right moment.
Layla ran to the bathroom door, attempting to open the door, but to no avail. Her movement became more over the top as her bladder pushed its contents against her urethra. She marched on the spot, doubled over with her hand constantly banging on the door, the other gripping her clothed pussy.
"Come on! Open up!" Layla whined, bouncing away. 47 kept his eyes on her, making sure she doesn't leave to pee elsewhere. But so far, his plan was a success. Before long, Layla was breathing heavily, bobbing her ass up and down, letting out uncontrollable moans and "oohs" and "ahhs". Suddenly, she let out a gasp, stopping her knowing to shove her hand in her crotch and squeeze tightly. She looked behind her and laid her eyes on a disguised Agent 47, her eyes going wide as she realised what this was all about. She knew that she was probably going to die, but she didn't know his plans.
Layla was a pretzeled mess, catching the attention of other staff that walked by, her bladder pouring over the top of her shorts. With no warning, her bladder began to leak into her panties, making her march on the spot quicker than before, her pussy numb from the tight grip of her scrambling hands. Agent 47's patience grew thin, as Layla was nowhere near wetting herself. But his predictions were wrong.
"Oh fuck. I can't anymore!" Layla squealed, whipping her shorts down. Her exposed pussy exploded of pee, hissing out of her at fast pace. She moaned in relief, giggling away to herself from happiness. Layla whipped her head down, with a smile spread across her face, although it slowly fell as she saw what she was hovering over. The electrical trap that Agent 47 had set up sent shivers up her spine, sending her flying back.
Before Layla could scramble up, the piss puddle beneath her set off the trap, sending electrical shocks through her body. She screamed out in pain, attracting everyone's attention. Agent 47 took his leave, ignoring the terrified and traumatised screams of civilians in the room. No one would ever think of pissing yourself as a way to die, but after that day, people were terrified to even go to the bathroom. A lot more piss puddles were cleaned!
2) Akane's desperate meeting (my own idea!)
The student council were the most powerful in school, as well as the most responsible students. Meaning they could never be late, or miss a student council meeting or be caught misbehaving. This code of conduct made bathroom schedules very difficult, so the student council would find themselves running home with their hands in between their thighs. This time around, Akane wasn't so lucky with a "close call".
"Alright, ladies. In this meeting, we shall discuss the code of conduct of students. I notice we have been spotting a lot more misbehaviour and tragedies around campus." Megami paced around the room, speaking to the other four girls who sat on the table infront of her. Whilst Aoi, Kuroko and Shiromi were content and listening to Megami's every word, Akane found herself shuffling slightly in her seat. Her hands laid in her lap as her thighs pressed together, her hips wriggling subtly from side to side.
"Now, I know we have all seen suspicious activity from Ayano Aishi lately, but if any more students are seen misbehaving, we must keep a close eye on them." Megami laid her eyes on Akane. "Akane, are you listening?" The girl's head whipped up, her movement halting instantly.
"Hm? O-oh yes! Yes, I am listening, Megami. Please proceed." A faux smile spread across her face as Megami turned away from her, continuing to speak about behaviour in students. Akane let out a deep breath, gulping back the lump in her throat. Her pussy muscles clenched together as her legs crossed and uncrossed.
The meeting droned on and Akane found herself bouncing her ass slightly in the seat, slightly doubled over in her seat. The other members of the student council agreed and joined the conversation, but Akane found herself being quiet and unfocused, her hands slipping in between her thighs subtly. Her thoughts raced as she wondered what to do. Her bladder was about to give way but she couldn't leave the meeting, no matter what. She didn't think it could get worse...until it did.
"Oh, um, Akane? Didn't you have a presentation you wanted to show us? About club activities for open day next year?" Everyone's eyes were on her as they awaited an answer from her, making her snap up in her chair with a wild smile on her face.
"Oh! Um...yes. I can do that next session, for sure!"
"Well we still have time," Megami looked down at her wrist watch, "you could do it now?" The words sent a shockwave through Akane, making her bladder send a few drops of pee into her panties. She clenched her pussy muscles once again, her legs pretzled around one another.
"Y-yes! I can do that." Akane beamed a little too much, making everyone in the room cringe slightly.
With much difficulty, Akane stood at the front of the room, fiddling with the computer. Her back faced the other girls, bouncing slightly on the spot with her legs rubbing together. Once she found the presentation, she began her talk, although with a lot of umms in between.
"S-so we want to present the clubs as a hobby...r-rather than extra curricular as this- as this year's students seemed uninterested with the...perks that clubs seemed to bring them." Akane mumbled, leaving everyone in the room confused as to where her charisma had gone. Akane wriggled slightly, her hips moving slowly in circular motion, with her feet shuffling under her.
"Hey, Akane, are you cold? You seem kinda fidgety." Shiromi asked, a concerned look on her face. Akane swung her head up from the computer screen, her vaginal muscles relaxing slightly. The shock of the question sent a single jet of piss into the Akane's panties.
"O-oh. I'm okay!" She smiled even wider, making Shiromi wince slightly.
Eventually the meeting ended, and Akane felt relief wash over her.
"Okay, ladies, continue with your duties and then head on home at 5:30pm. See you tomorrow!" Megami chirped, everyone following with a goodbye.
Akane shuffled out of the room, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt. She waddled to the bathrooms with her legs rubbing together, but instantly stopped when she felt another jet of piss squirt into her panties, making them completely soaked. She darted her eyes around before shoving her hands into her crotch, bobbing up and down on the spot with her legs squeezing together.
She let out a few oohs and ahhs before taking off to the bathrooms, her hands attached to her pussy. Piss leaked out of her, rolling down her legs.
"No no no, I'm not gonna make it!" Akane whined, doubling over on the spot. A few students walked up the stairs, stopping on the spot at the sight of Akane.
"Hey, Akane? You okay?" Said one of the students. Akane looked up slowly, her face contorted.
"Noooo..." A hissing sound echoed around the hallways, the concerned students murmuring in pity as they watched Akane's accident unfold. The girl infront of them a crying, convulsing mess as piss rolled down her legs and splattered onto the floor. The good thing is, no one spoke about it afterwards. But Akane had to deal with wet panties for the rest of the day!
3) Bathroom bait (Idea from LifeIsStrange) Warning for sex and murder, skip this if this isn't your thing!
Infiltrating the ICA was a big task, although Agent 47 and Olivia Hall had a bigger task with Olivia's full bladder in her way. Although, with a past endeavour, Agent 47 found himself using this as bait.
As Olivia squirmed behind Agent 47, whines and quiet moans left her mouth as she bobbed up and down on the spot.
"Dude, come on! I need a pee. Can I do that first then take her out?"
"I'm using you as bait. Royce finds women's accidents attractive. Distract her with whatever you got going on and I'll take her out." Olivia gave 47 an angry look as a hand squeezed her clothed pussy, wriggling her hips around.
After she gained composure on her bladder, Olivia steppes out of the shadows, slowly walking towards the bathroom to act like a damsel in distress. She over exaggeratedly waddled to the bathroom with a hand gripping her crotch, getting the target, Imogen Royce's attention. Agent 47 gripped onto his pocket knife as he watched the two ladies enter the bathroom.
Olivia doubled over on the spot, her ass wriggling from side to side for dramatic effect. Royce watched with much focus, looking at Olivia's every move. She bobbed her ass up and down, her hands stuffed in between her thighs. A moan left Olivia's mouth, making Imogen wetter by the second. Suddenly, Olivia faux gasped, letting go of her stream, the piss cascading down her jeans. Imogen smirked as she watched Olivia's accident happen right infront of her.
"Aw, you really needed to go, didn't you, baby doll?" Imogen growled, looking Olivia up and down as she grinned her crotch against Olivia's soaked ass.
Before long, Olivia found herself sat on the sink, her exposed pussy on show with Imogen's tongue exploring it. Imogen had a finger in her own pussy, playing with herself as she enjoyed the taste of Olivia's waxed vulva. Moans escaped their mouths as pleasure over took, Olivia's embarrassment no longer consuming her.
"K-keep going!" Olivia moaned.
"Why? You enjoying yourself, baby girl?" Imogen growled, slowly massaging Olivia's vulva with her thumb pad.
Suddenly, with a slam of the door, Agent 47 marched in, slamming Imogen into the wall. The knife in his hand plunged in and out of Imogen's stomach, her body collapsing onto the floor. Olivia sat with her pussy still on show, her eyes laid on Imogen's corpse. Agent 47 looked at Olivia then her puddle on the floor, chuckling away.
"Wow, you really need to pee, huh?"
"You wanna say that with my pussy out?" Olivia laughed, pulling her jeans up and walking out with Agent 47, leaving Imogen to bleed out.
I'm sorry that this was a short series of stories, although I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! I may make a grand return sometime in the future although I'm not so sure. I don't think I find my passion in story writing to be here, so it may not be story writing I come back for.
Anyways, I really hope you all have a great day. I'll see you on the flip side! 💖 |
Sirius was just leaving work when he felt a pang in his bladder, so he ignored it and hopped on his bike thinking he will just go when he gets back home. Once he started driving the need become more apparent and he had to give himself a quick squeeze while making sure to focus on the road.
His need to piss rose desperately as he continued his drive home.
But then he suddenly remembered he was meant to pick Remus up so he quickly stopped his bike and gave him a quick ring.
‘Hello Remus where do I need to pick you up from’ said Sirius.
‘Just outside the entrance you dropped me off this morning’ replied Remus ‘please hurry I’m dying for a piss’
‘Ok, and me too I thought I would be able to make it home now I’m not so sure, I will be with you in 10 minutes’ Sirius said in a rush, giving his dick another quick squeeze.
Those 10 minutes seemed to drag for Remus as he paced up and down the pavement trying to stave off his desperation. ‘Hurry up Sirius I’m about to piss myself’ he muttered.
Sirius was having a hard time concentrating on the drive, he couldn’t fly it as it was too busy but as soon as he picks up Remus they will be flying high so they are out of sight in case the worse should happen and they piss themselves.
Neither of them wanted to piss themselves as they wanted to release it over each other at home but it might not be a possibility with how desperate they both are.
Finally Sirius pulled up to pick up Remus and quickly hopped off his bike and immediately crossed his legs to ride through the desperation.
Remus seeing this pushed his desperation further and he had to squeeze his dick tightly to keep from leaking.
‘We need to get home now I’m about to piss my pants’ Remus rushed out while trying to put his helmet on quickly so he could hold himself again.
Sirius was frantically looking around for somewhere to piss but it was too open so he hopped back on his bike moaning quietly as now he wouldn’t be able to hold himself as he was driving.
Remus followed as the quicker they leave the quicker they get home to have some fun and get the relief they so desperately want.
As Sirius started driving he spurted into his pants and moaned loudly as he tried to hold on.
‘Remus help I’m about to piss myself, I just leaked’
‘So I am Sirius, I don’t think I’m going to make it home’
‘Remus grab my dick and squeeze hopefully that will help’
Remus grabbed his own dick with one hand and squeezed and with the other reached around and grabbed Sirius’ to help he hold it.
Sirius signed it relief as it was helping. He was able to concentrate on driving and was able to get them high in the air before he lost another spurt which wet Remus hand. Remus rubbed the head of Sirius and his own dick spreading the wetness.
‘I’ve got to piss and I’ve got to piss now’ screamed Remus from behind.
Sirius felt his back warm up and Remus started pissing himself, he let go of Sirius’ dick and frantically tried to open his trousers all while trying to stop the flow. He managed to slow it down to a dribble.
‘Remus what are you doing we are in the air’ Sirius asked.
‘I’ve got to piss and it’s already started and I’ve barely stopped and I don’t want to ruin your bike so I’m pissing off it to the ground and hope I don’t hit anyone’ replied Remus, still trying to undo his fly.
Sirius started whimpering as he had lost the pressure on his dick so it was releasing a few spurts while he desperately tried to hold it a little longer.
Remus finally got his zipper undone and fished of he leaking dick which chose that moment to stop holding back and released his hold. Remus screamed ‘no no no no no, not yet please 1 more second’ but it was too late he was pissing, he quickly pulled out his rebellious firehose and aim his piss off the side of the bike, he was now pissing full power with no signs of stopping.
He slumped against Sirius in relief but heard he groan and asked ‘what’s wrong’
Sirius couldn’t reply as he was gritting his teeth to try and hold it longer.
Lightbulb clicked with Remus and using one hand to aim his still pissing dick, he reached around and grabbed Sirius’ to help him hold it.
But with Remus already pissing and the relief he had felt from the few spurts, Sirius’ crotch was getting wetting, so Remus let go of his pissing dick, getting his leg wet with piss but he need to help Sirius.
Remus then used both hands to quickly undo Siri’s trousers but he was not quick enough as Sirius started pissing and
He screamed ‘ hurry Remus it’s coming out, I can’t stop it, fuck, quick, pull me out, I’m barely holding on, please hurry’
As Remus grabbed Sirius dick, he dick burst and pissing flew out as Remus pulled it through the fly, it went everywhere, in every direction but relief flooded Sirius as Remus aimed his dick downwards as Sirius piss picked up speed to an alarming rate as he bladder just pushed everything out.
While this was happening Remus piss was coming to an end and slowing down but after seeing, feeling and helping Sirius get his relief, Remus’ dick started to harden and the feel on piss on his fingers and the rumble of the bike between his legs made Remus very sensitive.
Using one hand to keep aiming Sirius as he was still pissing a storm, his other hand pressed his dick against the seat which was vibrating strongly and he moaning loudly in Sirius ear.
‘Remus are you hard’ asked Sirius
‘Fuck yeh I am, you pissed all over my hand, lost control and I’ve just had the best piss of my life, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it till we get home, I think I’m going cum on your bike’ Remus moaned.
Sirius groaned and started to get hard even though he was still pissing, Remus stroked it rubbing a thumb over the still pissing dick which was starting to slow.
This was all too much for Remus and he moaned into Sirius’ ear and pressed his dick further on the bike and pressed up against Sirius. And the Sirius said those magic words.
‘Remus I had to go so bad, I just couldn’t hold it a second more, I want you to cum for me Remus’
And everything became too much and Remus exploded spurting ropes and ropes of cum as he screamed his orgasm, never having cum so hard in his life. He just kept cumming and finished just as Sirius had finished pissing
‘My turn’ said Sirius.
Remus twisted his hand that was still holding Siri’s dick and using the piss as lube, swiped the head of his dick which enticed a moan out of Sirius as he dick was very sensitive.
‘It won’t take long, I’m already close, just a little more’ moaned Sirius.
‘Siri, hold on for 2 minutes we just need to land and we home and I’ve got to piss again’ remus replied impatiently as his need suddenly spiked.
Sirius quickly landed and they both hopped off the bike each taking their dicks in hand. Remus to stop from pissing again and Sirius to hold off his orgasm as the bike vibrations set him in edge.
‘I got to piss and I’ve got to piss now’ moaned Remus
‘Need to cum so bad’ replied Sirius
Remus’ spurted onto the ground ‘I’m not making it inside anyway’ but suddenly had an idea as he knew Sirius was close to cumming.
He quickly turned around pointed his dick as the head of Sirius dick and before Sirius could protest or say anything Remus burst again straight on this dick, moaning in relief again.
Sirius saw stars as being in the edge and being so sensitive, he exploded in pleasure. He spurted and spurted lots of cum and he orgasm seemed to go on forever as Remus was still pissing on his dick until he turned away being too sensitive.
They both signed in both relief and pleasure.
‘That was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life, we should do it again some time’ said Sirius
‘Yeh but maybe not on the way home from work’ replied Remus chuckling |
"Aw shit," I thought, "I forgot to go to the bathroom before school. School rules require a teacher to takes students to the bathroom during class and I'm not doing that. I'm going to have to hold it 'til lunch."
It wasn't a big deal, really, the need wasn't overwhelming at the moment. My pee wasn't soaking through my clothes, or creating a puddle on the floor. There was really only the little tell-tale tingle, letting me know that I had to go. Nothing like a bladder crying out for relief. It wasn't the first time I'd held my bladder, and there were plenty of times I'd almost peed myself. There had been dozens of times I'd almost wet my pants, like the time where I had drunk a 2-liter of Mountain Dew without peeing and ran the last 100 yards home after getting off the bus with a full bladder that almost exploded just as I sat on the toilet. But just like then, I could manage today. No problem. That's what I thought then.
All throughout the morning, it progressed, in tiny increments, the need. Whenever a toilet crossed my mind, it was still nothing overwhelming, just a sudden reminder of my body's need to release it's pee. I put off the reality of my situation, the growing truth that my poor bladder was slowly filling up with the pee. Until a cramp in the hall made me cross my legs, and brought the urgency of the need home. Suddenly I was aware how much I really had to go! My bladder was trying to take care of business as I stood up, so the tiniest drop almost came out of me. Another 3 seconds, and a stream would've started. A moment of urgency so strong it made my legs shake, followed by nothing. As long as I could walk, and make myself hold it, I would not pee my pants.
The need then, as time passed, and more and more of my bladder's capacity was filled, and less and less room left, became something impossible to ignore. Each step, a struggle. Each tingle within my urethra, no matter how tiny, noted, and accompanied by a decision: Go to the bathroom. But no, there was nowhere to go. So as the strength of my resolve waned, more and more of my bladder fills. And becomes so tense, and full, and I get the urge every second to relieve myself.
As I reach the end of the hall, I'm almost crying. From my seat in math class, I can see the whole class. This is the room where it's most certainly possible that I may, may wet myself. If it happens in here, there's no way it can ever be hidden. Here, I have to just openly show everybody, everything.
The teacher's long speech, 15 minutes of her babbling on, trying to learn something, something like why angles converge, while a naggingly desperate need to pee builds up in my poor stressed bladder, which has no room left inside of me to fill without leaking, or to fill further. 15 minutes, I'm crying at the thought of what might happen. Everybody has their eyes fixed on the teacher, or on their paper. Who would notice my embarrassment if my bladder leaked the tiniest bit? And with each passing minute my need to pee grows, along with the idea that my bladder is probably beginning to leak. A drop of pee hitting the floor, at that moment, would be deafening, I would be crying, humiliated forever.
But more time passes and the pressure building up in my bladder becomes more and more suffocating. My jeans pressing in, my stomach feels warm, and sensitive, and so very hot. With the barest touch, I'd probably scream out. My stomach already groaning, louder and louder as it makes ever more room inside itself for the pee to find nowhere.
The class stretches on forever. The need at this point is all consuming. I shut my eyes tight and tell myself I'm 18 years old, and 18 year old girls do not pee their pants. When I open my eyes I see the clock above the board. 35 minutes before I can leave. But these 35 minutes seem too much for my own brain to handle. There's so much build up in my bladder, that leaves me squirming and panting. That tiny bit of pee has most certainly, DEFINITELY not been stopping now.
"Alice," my teacher says, "come up and show everybody how to do this math problem."
Unmistakably this is too much. Every moment until now has been unbearable enough, I just don't think I can stand in front of everybody and not have an accident, but what choice do I have? I can't not do it, I'd have to explain and the very idea of needing to explain it publicly that I need to pee is such an embarrassment I would pee myself in the middle of my explanation. And at this point, merely climbing out of the chair to stand in front of everybody is incredibly difficult. What if I open my legs and pee fills up in my pants mid-stand? As I stand up, there's no possible way I will NOT pee myself. This is a certainty. It's mere moments of physical motion before every person here would see my urethra tear, and feel the warm relief flow down my legs as everybody makes the connection.
"Alice!"
I'll get there, but first I have to uncross my legs in order to take a single step. Each single movement of muscle across my crotch sends the message: "Pee!" My entire nervous system is committed, even if my brain is still desperately denying what is happening and going to happen. Bending my legs at the knee forces more pee into my bladder, just one more drop may trigger a flow. I'm not crying, I'm screaming in my head.
Walking to the front of the classroom is among the most anxiety inducing activities I've ever had to deal with. Crossing my legs the whole way, holding everything in, I keep telling myself that being made fun of for peeing my pants in class would be humiliating. By the time I arrive at the board, I'm breathing heavily and whimpering. After a brief blur of understanding of the question she asked me, I can no longer keep my thighs together tightly enough, so I change position.
My butt juts out, almost like a plea of giving up and saying "Let me pee!" My hands clutching the marker at the board are clenching and unclenching. With each hand movement, the idea of peeing myself increases infinitesimally. Almost to the point of exploding, I grab the marker with both of my sweaty hands. When it drags across the board, I can't even begin to finish writing "3" before a massive leak escapes me. I am crying, big open-mouth sobs are coming from me as a small damp spot forms on my jeans.
As suddenly as it started, I immediately focus on bringing my legs back together, to try stop myself from leaking. Each leg and muscle a symphony of stress, groaning as they come back together, and take over the task of holding in the pee that has a destiny of wetting my panties and legs and everything else that isn't inside of me.
Only moments later, and another trickle comes, this time slowly, down my left leg. I cross and uncross my legs, switching frantically, doing anything to possibly save myself. With each motion, I'm giving a silent oath to the room full of classmates that I am not a baby, and I do not pee myself. But there's no hiding it. Slowly, a huge wet stain spreads across my crotch. A growing patch, it forces my attention inwards, at my bladder that is making a joke of me. If I could scream it would be bursting. As I sob into my palms, my lower regions in ruins.
Like the ultimate punishment from nature, the heavens have decided that "Alice needs to learn some humility" and it's their responsibility, so they've given me a leaky bladder. Perhaps there is a demon living there, a puffy-eyed demon with tiny goat horns sitting atop my bladder that will force me to pee whenever it wants.
As this realization hits, there is no doubt, I am not allowed to leave here dry. This must be humiliation to the fullest extent, and so after years of holding my bladder, through the daintiest leaks and the most embarrassing, now everyone's staring. Staring at my crotch to see if I pee myself again, and everybody's satisfied to see my jeans, and crotch, get very wet as my bladder finally gives way completely.
Squirt after squirt, pee erupts out of my body as though my bladder was determined to win an award for copious amounts of pee. As with all of the previous failed attempts at avoiding peeing my pants, I immediately decide no no no! My mind, telling my bladder, my legs. I am not peeing myself! Nobody gets to see that, I'm far too dignified! So focused on being clean in mind and body, I completely ignore the damage I've already done. I would probably make a move to run to the bathroom, but the dam has broken and I cannot stop myself. Nobody, not the teacher, or anybody else, have looked away, fixated upon me and my waterfall crotch. My embarrassment grows that I can't stop it. More pee in a single moment than I would consider it is possible for my bladder to hold, it keeps coming out. As the moment stretches out, I reach an epiphany that will bother me for the rest of my life: I just peed myself in front of my entire math class, and this will never leave my conscious for as long as I live.
Because it has already happened, it has become fact in my memory. History. I can no longer imagine a reality where my teacher has not seen me at my most embarrassing, my classmates have not judged me, and I have not peed in front of everybody. To think differently would be lying to myself. After the intensity of the feeling of the pee flowing out of me and the terror of what's happening. I nearly faint in my final stages, as the pee begins to trickle out of me, no more squirts. Just a gentle shower as I shake, as I try to contain the shame I feel because I peed in front of the entire classroom. I do not want to speak, I do not want to move. I beg in my head to somebody that it will all go away, I'll get to erase the last 30 minutes of my life, and it will become different. Everybody has seen me in a moment more profoundly intimate than either of us wish to experience. All their first times seeing me are after this point. In their memory, every time, I've peed my pants and they've watched. When I say hello, they'll simply think of that mid-semester day of 12th grade. They'll remember the girl who peed herself in class and their memories will have changed to accommodate that moment as a permanent fixture in our relationship.
But then, after the realization, after the absolute horror of what has happened, everything inside of me feels clean. Drained, empty. The last few droplets flow out of me, splashing down. I hold on a moment more, a moment, before a little starts dripping out of me again. My whole body takes note of the pee, the relaxing of every single muscle in my thighs and crotch, allowing my last remaining drops to ooze into my jeans.
My eyes close in desperate sorrow and I hang my head, humiliated. Finally, my brain recognizes that the trickle has stopped, and I'm standing in my own urine in front of everybody. Before, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, willing myself to stand there without pee. Now, as it all happens, it all gives out. My posture suddenly slumps. My head rolls towards my chest, utterly exhausted from the effort of holding in what seems like a year's worth of urine. I hear the teacher scream at me to get into the bathroom, but I've reached the end.
When I snap back into reality, the whole class is staring.
"I...," I say, finally, "wet my pants."
And there it is. The undeniable proof that not only have I, without a doubt, peed my pants in public and subjected myself to massive amounts of abuse from now till the end of my life, but that I've publicly stated it to everybody. I just spoke out loud to the whole class that I just peed myself. Then I noticed that there are tears running down my face, and the room echoes with the laughter and screams of my classmates as they finally reach the end of their breaking point, bursting forth with no means of holding it in. Their faces are going white, and they're clutching their sides and screaming. This is when the sobbing begins, and the piss soaked pants between my legs are the culprit. And the warmth there, as it passes down my legs, the warmth I don't immediately understand is that of my own pee until the scent hits me is something so disgusting, I'm crying so much that tears are covering my whole face.
All of these thoughts running through my head, and that of my classmates, whom will all remember me as the girl old enough to know better that wet her pants and cried at the sheer embarrassment. Everyone will. It's all over, and it's just beginning.
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This is mostly AI generated using NovelAI's new Kayra model. The Kayra model enhances text generation significantly over the older models. NovelAI is not censored, stories are encrypted, you can change generation settings, and you get a standard document editor so you can edit the story as you see fit. The fun of this wasn't just writing the story, but seeing what the AI would write, and then going back and having it rewrite and see the story take a different direction. If you use this you might spend more time writing a story just to see the infinite directions the AI will take it. I used the retry button a lot, and made some edits here and there to keep the story going in the direction I wanted. The model makes grammar and word choice mistakes on the most creative settings I used, so if you see anything grammatically confusing or incorrect I just missed it while editing.
For settings I used the Kayra model, prose augmenter module which makes the AI more descriptive, and Asper generation preset. I started the story with the following synopsis of what I wanted the model to start writing which I cut out of the story. You'll notice it didn't include everything, but that's the fun part of seeing where a story goes. |
Laurie was sitting at her desk listening to the teacher and taking notes. She had always hated using the bathrooms at school so she would usually try an wait until she got home to go to the bathroom. There were a few times where she had accidentally peed in her pants because she waited until it was too late. Luckily she had never had an accident at school. Her accidents always frustrated her mother especially that one time that she had wet herself in the back seat of her mother's car on the way home from school. Her mother would also get upset because Laurie had always peed in her pants running to the bathroom because she waited until it was too late.
It was halfway into the Math lesson when Laurie suddenly realized that she had to pee really bad. She started bouncing her legs a little and then tightly squeezed them together. She was still taking her notes when she got a sudden urge and leaked a little in her white cotton panties that were under her school uniform skirt. It was then that she realized that she would have to use the bathroom at school even though she didn't want to.
Laurie kept her legs tightly squeezed together and slowly raised her hand. The teacher finally noticed and asked, "Yes Laurie, what is it?" Laurie softly replied, "Ms. Florio, may I use the bathroom?" Ms. Florio looked at her and said, "Melissa is out at the bathroom, you will have to wait until she gets back." Laurie was really starting to worry but she just replied softly, "Ok." Laurie kept her legs squeezed together tightly when another spurt of pee leaked into her panties. She really wished her friend would hurry back to class so she could run to the bathroom. She was wondering what was taking Melissa so long, it seemed like an eternity.
She was just about to raise her hand again so she could tell the teacher that it was an emergency when all of a sudden Ms. Florio said, "Ok class, please put your Math books away and get your English books out." Laurie closed her Math book and got out of her seat. She crouched down to put it away and to get her English book from underneath her desk and that's when it happened. She started peeing, her panties getting warm and wet. She couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried. She was peeing herself full force as she crouched down next to her desk. Pee was soaking her socks and shoes and splashing loudly onto the floor, making a big yellow puddle. Laurie started to cry. Ms. Florio quickly went over to Laurie who stood up as the last of her pee was running down her legs. The teacher quickly got her out of the classroom and brought her to the nurse's office and then called for the janitor to mop the floor. Laurie had to wait in the nurse's office for her mother to come with clean clothes, undies, socks and shoes. Even the back of her skirt was wet. Ms. Florio went back and explained to the class that accidents happen and that they could happen to anyone. She then resumed her teaching. Laurie was sitting and waiting for her mother, her face was red from embarrassment.
Laurie slowly started to wake up. As she slowly opened her eyes she thought to herself, "Thank goodness, it was only a dream." She kept thinking about it and thought, "It seemed so real though." She continued to lay there because her alarm hadn't gone off yet and she really didn't want to get out of bed. She looked at the clock and realized that she had another half hour before she had to get up so she decided that she was going to roll over and sleep a little more. When she rolled over that's when she noticed that something wasn't right. She slowly put her hand under the blanket and quickly realized that her bed was soaked. Her pajama pants and shirt were equally soaked. She gasped and said, "Oh no, I wet the bed. I haven't had a bedwetting accident in while." She was thinking about it and came to the conclusion that it's been almost a year since she last wet the bed.
Her mother must have heard her stirring and opened the door and said, "Good morning Laurie, I thought I heard you in here." Just as she was about to turn around and leave the room, she stopped and said, "Laurie, why does it smell like pee in here." Laurie started to cry and said, "Mom, I wet the bed." Her mother then said, " Oh dear, I thought we were past this, it's been a year I think. You better get up and get cleaned."
Laurie pulled the covers off and got out of bed. There was a big oval wet spot on her pink sheets. Her pajama pants were soaked down to her knees and her pajama shirt was soaked from the bottom almost up to her chest. "It's a good thing we never took that mattress protector off of your bed," her mother said as she handed her a laundry basket.
Laurie took her wet pajamas off and tossed them into the basket. She then pulled her wet panties off, which were soaked and now had a yellow tinge to them and tossed them in there too. She then stripped the bed, mattress protector and all and put them in there and then handed her mother the basket. She then went and got into the shower and went to the bathroom and started washing up. She kept thinking about the dream and her bedwetting accident as she showered. She even peed in the shower without even realizing it.
Once Laurie was out of the shower she got dressed and brushed her teeth. She had a quick breakfast and then went to school, with her dream and her bedwetting accident on her mind all day. |
My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy!
A/N: This chapter doesn't contain any actual railfanning, but railfans may enjoy it. It features Amtrak's Capitol Corridor in a starring role, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point).
Chapter One: The Trouble with Trains
July 2023
Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time.
Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms.
Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform.
There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station.
“Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…”
Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend.
In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought.
…
After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee.
Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush.
And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story!
By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar.
There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked.
I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder.
Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business.
Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all.
He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home.
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“Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.”
As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat.
The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill.
It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree.
Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee.
After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship.
…
When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse.
The first way was that somebody would sit next to him.
The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt.
“Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked.
Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?”
“Water bottle.”
Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side.
“What’s your name?” Marco asked.
“Elizabeth.”
“Marco.”
Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows.
Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance.
“You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.”
Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject.
He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee.
“Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.”
“But what about the people?” Marco blurted.
Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.”
“Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.”
“Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!”
Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south.
…
Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train.
Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering.
And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself.
“Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked.
“I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.”
Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train.
She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and-
No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station.
“Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear.
No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station.
Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river.
Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task.
But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable.
Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss.
In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up.
He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss.
So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants.
As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him.
Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way.
The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind.
He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone. |
Content warning: war and death (depicted whimsically).
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The three enbies comprising Team Starblaze were huddled together behind a boulder in the middle of a hot battlefield. Bodies were strewn across the trampled grass; the sun beat down from above and was responsible for more than a few deaths of the wounded; wooden arrows piled up on the ground like autumn leaves.
“You fucker. I got them first. Don’t put a tally for yourself.”
“Idiot.”
On the back of the boulder was carved a table with three columns, labeled F, V, and G: Fritz, Valla, and Gale. Fritz held a chisel and hammer in their pale, slender fingers, and was busy adding the fifteenth tally mark to the F column. Before they could finish, Valla reached over and grabbed the tools out of their hands.
“Asshole. I’m keeping these until you get another kill. That tally mark doesn’t count.”
“Those are mine.”
“Not anymore.”
“Shithead.”
“Cunt.”
Gale glared northward over the top of the boulder, their body flopped over it like a towel. They held the team’s prize possession at the ready: Blazing Star, a bow of Katsura wood, blessed by a priest, passed down to them from nine and seventy generations past, said to have never been on the losing side of a battle. Each of the three enbies considered it to be rightfully their own. Today, it found its perch in Gale’s dark hands.
“You’re both pricks,” Gale said. “Shut up and let me aim.”
“I told you not to call me that,” Fritz said.
“I told you to shut up.”
“Maybe you’d be able to aim better if it was your destiny to wield that weapon in the final war of Geerd,” Valla cut in. Their round, chesty frame was curled up by Gale’s feet on the South side of the boulder, and they were fiddling with a slingshot. “Just saying.”
“Fuck off.”
A soldier from the enemy kingdom appeared out from behind a bush, raised their sword high above their head, emitted a reverberant holler, and began charging toward the stone. Team Starblaze was deep into enemy territory, and so was the entire army of Geerd. Another half mile and they’d be at the castle’s gates. Finally. After months fighting this wave of the war, the three idiots were getting sick of each other. Gale fired; the arrow pierced skin; the soldier fell.
“I’m putting that one down as mine,” Valla said.
“Like hell you are.”
“Stop me then.”
Gale shuffled to the side so that their legs were blocking the carved table. Valla tried to reach between their calves to add a tally mark, but Gale kicked at them until they backed off.
“Fine,” Valla said. “I’ll just remember that I have one more than what it says.” They tossed the hammer down, but pocketed the chisel. “Now watch my back, I’m taking a piss break.”
“I’m going first,” Fritz said, and stood up.
“No you’re not,” Valla argued, rising as well. “I need to piss. Stay here. You can go after.”
Fritz turned to face them down, a head taller and a barrel thinner than their companion. “I need to pee twice as badly as you do.”
“I need to pee three times as badly as you’ve ever needed to in your life,” Valla retorted. “I haven’t peed since yesterday.”
“You peed this morning.”
“No I didn’t.”
“I saw you.”
“Pervert.”
“Scumbag.”
Valla crossed their arms and stuck their tongue out at Fritz. Gale turned their head to the side and gave the other two sideeye. “I need a piss break too, you know. Maybe I should go first because I have the most kills today.”
“But I have the most,” Fritz said.
“Only if you can’t count.”
Valla stamped their foot on the ground. “I don’t have time for this crap. I’m bursting to piss. Gale, I’ll let you keep using Blazing Star for the rest of the day if you hold Fritz back and let me go pee.”
“Sure,” Gale said. They grabbed Fritz by the straps on the back of their leather armor before the other enby could duck away. Fritz’s hands had been resting on their crotch, applying just a bit of pressure to emphasize how badly they needed to go, but the enby removed them and crossed their arms across their chest when Gale grabbed them.
“Fine,” Fritz said. “If I can’t go first, then I’m going last. I don’t need to pee that badly. You’re both being babies. I can hold it.”
“I’m not going first,” Gale said. “If you can hold it, so can I.”
Valla looked back and forth between the other two. Their own hands had been lingering in front of their nethers, but now they crossed their arms too, and struck a defiant pose. “Well then so can I,” they said. “Fuckers trying to start a bladder contest when you’ve both peed more recently than I have. Whatever. I’ll still win.”
“I’m not peeing until we win this battle,” Fritz said.
“I’m not peeing until we win the war,” Gale said.
“Well I’m never peeing again!” Valla yelled.
The wind fell; the sun slid behind a cloud and darkened the world by five or six shades; warriors screamed in the distance, but far fewer than the number that had been there earlier in the day. The conflict was wearing on. Progress was slow but sure. The voice of their general rang out and called on them to advance. So the three enbies gathered their things, bitched at each other about who should carry what, and then avoided making eye contact as they tried to discretely appease their bursting bladders during the walk.
As the day crawled toward dusk, Team Starblaze pressed onward, advancing from one strategic point to another, picking off Northern soldiers with their variety of ranged weapons as they went. Those who knew the three well might have picked up on their tell-tale signs of discomfort – Gale’s slow shifting of their weight from one foot to the other, Valla’s sour and impatient facial expressions, Fritz’s darting eyes and flushed cheeks – but as it was, each warrior was too distracted by their own bladder to care much about the others’. When parked and serving as snipers, they tried to stand still; when moving, they tried to move naturally. Day became night, and their bickering dwindled away as the cuties lost the will to do anything non-essential. And finally they came to the face of the Northern castle of Onn, and the forces of Geerd consolidated together at the gates to demand a surrender. The four thousand or so remaining soldiers were pressed together shoulder to shoulder, the members of Team Starblaze dead center among them and squeezed in like sardines.
“Time for you to take a piss, Fritz,” Gale said. “Battle’s over.”
“I’m fine,” Fritz spat, one hand resting on the waistline of their leather pants. “You’re the one who should be pissing. This is the end of the war.”
“I don’t need to go.”
“Crapass.”
“Douche.”
But the Northern forces did not surrender, so the voice of their general rang out again and called for them to charge and storm the palace. The wooden gates cracked and fell; the warriors poured into the courtyard for a final slaughter; Team Starblaze split off, entered the palace through a side door, and took to the corridors.
“Where are we going?” Gale asked.
“Finding Valla a bathroom,” Fritz said.
“I’m not going,” Valla said.
“But you need to.”
“So what.”
“Fine, piss your pants then.”
“You’re a dick.”
Fritz crossed their arms and huffed. “I told you not to call me masc-charged names,” they insisted.
“Dick is gender-neutral.”
“No it isn’t!”
The three wandered up a flight of stairs, and then another, and then a third, and found themselves on top of the outer wall, looking out over the battlefield they’d just conquered. They lined up by one of the crenels of the castle wall to gaze out over it.
“Shove over, you two,” Gale said, shouldering the other two away as they encroached from either side. “I was here first. Get your own crenel.”
“Selfish fuck,” Valla said. “I’ll use whatever crenel I want.” They climbed up into the gap and plopped down inside it, legs dangling over the edge, blocking the view of the other two.
“Move over,” Fritz said.
Valla didn’t respond.
“Move it!” Fritz said. “You’re in the way!”
Valla didn’t respond.
“Come on! Shove over!”
Gale grabbed the lanky enby by the armor straps again, and held them still as they desperately tried to wriggle away.
“Hey! Fuck you! Let go! I need to pee!”
“Shut up, pipsqueak,” Gale barked at them. “I hate you. I hate the way you look. I hate the sound of your voice. I hate everything about you. Shut your mouth and be quiet, for once, please.”
“Let go!!” they cried.
None of the three of them noticed the sounds of a few last holdouts of Onn bounding through the nearby corridors, towards the sound of their argument.
Valla turn around to face the other two. “You know, Gale has a point,” they said. “I kinda hate your voice too. You sound like a field mouse that’s been thoroughly fucked up by a barnyard cat.”
“I do not!!” Fritz said. Their violent thrashing was clearly betraying the bladder predicament they’d been trying to keep on the down-low for hours (which they’d just shouted about involuntarily a moment ago) but the other two didn’t even care.
“You do too.”
“I do not!!!”
“Yes you do. Prick.”
The slender enby’s eyes popped out of their head, and finally they wrenched themself free of Gale’s grip. “I told you–” they screamed “not to call me that!!” They lunged at Valla, who was still sitting on the wall, and before they could think twice, shoved their companion clean off of it, down three stories to their death.
“Frisk!” Gale cried out. “Frisk, you soulless fiend!!” Gale charged at them, toppling them over, and the two began brawling on the ground, wrestling each other for control and trading blows all over, until finally a castle guard burst through the door, approached them with their sword in the air, and drove it down through both their hearts.
–
The first thing each enby noticed when they awoke in Hell was how hot it was.
The second thing they noticed was that they were still there. Not alive per se, perhaps, but still there.
And the third was that they still needed to pee.
The three of them were seated around a circular stone table, sitting on a bench that went all the way around it, positioned at equal angles. The table was stationed in a small, humid room barely big enough to accommodate it, with only a single door out. The door itself was barely big enough for a person fit through – Fritz would have to duck, and Valla would have to squeeze – and on the other side was a closet-sized room with a single, hole-in-the-ground toilet inside.
Valla was the first to speak, and they addressed the other two in a haughty tone.
“I’ll have you two know I’ve been here for five minutes longer than either of you, and in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t fucking pee. I’m sticking to what I said. I’m never peeing again.”
“Assho–” Fritz began, but Gale interrupted.
“Of course you didn’t,” they said. “You’re the same stubborn shithead you’ve always been. You wouldn’t pee if your life depended on it. Which it can’t, anymore.”
“Nor yours either,” Valla fired back. They were squirming desperately under the table, but keeping as much of a straight face as they possibly could. “Good job getting yourselves killed. What did you in? Felt like jumping off the wall and coming to join me?”
“I don’t see you still kicking around. And it’s none of your god damn business,” Gale said. Their legs were twisted into a knot and bouncing up and down.
“For once I agree with pighead over here,” Fritz volunteered. Both of their hands were shoved between their legs, and their mousy voice was trembling with the effort of holding their pee. “And I’m not going either. You two are the shittiest friends I could ever ask for, and I’m going to prove for the divine record that I’m better than both of you, even if it takes me until the end of time.”
“Fine,” Gale said. “I’m not pissing either. I see no reason to lose to a pathetic dork like you. Not like I’ll ever have anything better to do again.”
“You’re both cunts,” Valla said. “And I’m going to outhold you both. I’m showing you once and for all who the real MVP of Team Starblaze always was, and I’m not quitting no matter what.”
The three enbies glowered at each other, stifling moans in their throats and adjusting themselves in their seats in futile attempts to get comfortable. Between the vicious glares, they cast apprehensive glances around the room, taking in the limited scenery, and slowly coming to grips with the eternity that their final judgment had condemned them to.
“I’ve got plenty of time.” |
I was majorly in a fetish mood so here's yet another story that like the last one is a little bit crazier than some of them, as I think that the more of these I write the more of them I take into the realms of the crazy and the absurd and the speculative, as that's where I naturally dwell.
I guess the inspiration for this story was pretty obvious, I saw the movie Cocaine Bear and, being me, my first thought was in a situation like that what if you really had to go to the bathroom really bad, and then when I was actually writing it I thought of that joke about the bear patrol from that old episode of The Simpsons, and then I decided to make it an actual part of the story. This is one of those kookier crazier funnier stories as far as my desperation stories go and I hope that everybody enjoys it.
Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/13295.html
Desperate and Trapped by the Cocaine Bear
"Are we almost there, I really need to pee?" Jill asked. "I always hate it when we're traveling in the country where there are hardly any rest stops."
"Maybe if you didn't drink so much you wouldn't have to pee all the time," Justin said as he finished another can of soda. "Although I have to admit I have to pee myself, I think I'll pull over on the side of the road, feel free to take advantage."
"I'm not going to squat on the road like some kind of animal," Jill said shaking her head.
"Suit yourself," Justin said as he stopped the car and walked off into the woods shouting loudly as he relieved himself knowing that it would annoy Jill especially for him to do so. When he came back smiling a few moments later and sat back down in the drivers seat Jill was not amused. "Are you sure you don't want to go relieve yourself in the woods? You know what they say, a bear shits in the woods, so why don't you?"
"Well that's another reason not to be squatting with my pants around my ankles, in the woods like this there could be dangerous animals like bears who might come and maul me or something."
"Actually bears usually will leave people alone and are not just going to go attacking you unprovoked for no reason whatsoever, it's not like bears are crazy and just bloodthirsty all the time, they would have to be like on drugs I think to want to attack people, and I mean how likely is that going to happen?"
The two of them had a good laugh about that as the idea of a bear that was doing drugs was a comical notion.
Meanwhile not far away.
"Dammit my suitcase full of cocaine landed somewhere in the woods," Arnold said as he looked down from his airplane. "I just hope we can find it before someone else finds it, but I mean what's going to get into it in the woods anyway?"
The suitcase full of cocaine had blown open revealing several blocks of cocaine all wrapped up nice and neat as a bear came by and began eating it as it let out a ferocious growling noise and started going completely and utterly bat shit insane.
"How much longer until we get there, my bladder is ready to explode," Jill said as she sat in the passenger seat impatiently tapping her foot and crossing her legs barely able to concentrate on anything other than the fact that she really needed to pee.
"Don't worry we are almost there, in fact I think I see it right up ahead," Justin said as he brought the car into the parking lot as Jill practically threw her seat belt off and began running towards the bathrooms only to find that they weren't open as she kicked the door in frustration. "Bummer for you."
"It's not funny, I really have to go," Jill said as she once again pounded her fists on the door hoping that maybe she would be able to open it. "We'll just have to go find another rest stop. Honestly I don't know how this day could possibly get worse."
Justin tapped Jill on the shoulder. "Um, Jill," he said as he continued tapping her on the shoulder as she continued pounding on the door.
"What is it, I'm sure it can't be more important than this," Jill said as Justin pointed to the parking lot where it seems like a bear was charging towards them. "Oh, Shit!"
"Okay I think the best strategy here is to very slowly on the count of three start heading back towards the –" Justin said as he saw Jill running towards the car and began quickly running after her.
"Hurry up, start the car and let's get out of here," Jill said as Justin started trying to start the car but it sounded like it was having engine trouble. "What's the holdup?"
"I think something is wrong with the engine," Justin said as they saw that the bear was now right up to the car and looking at them with a psychotic gleam in its eyes. "I also think something might be wrong with that bear."
"I thought you said that bears rarely attack humans?"
"Well I thought that that was the case but this bear looks psychotic, like he's high or something. Wait that's it, maybe this bear is high on something!"
"How on earth does a bear get high? It's not like there's just a cache of drugs just lying around in the woods for the bears to get high off of."
"Have you ever heard the story of Goldilocks and the three Bears, well maybe somebody put some LSD in their porridge or something, I don't know how a bear gets high, but this bear looks like he's going on a rampage!"
"I still have to pee."
"We are trapped in the car and there is a deadly animal outside who might be psychotic or hopped up on some kind of narcotics and all you can think about is how you have to pee?"
"I have to go really really bad, my bladder doesn't know that we're being attacked by some coked up bear!"
"Well I think that will be safe as long as we stay in the car."
"For how long?"
"Jesus Christ Jill I don't know, the last time you were getting trapped in your car by some type of drug addicted bear how long did you have to wait?"
"Well you don't have to have an attitude about it. God I really have to go to the bathroom."
"Why don't you just go in your pants?"
"Firstly, gross, and secondly do you really want me peeing all over the seat of your car?"
"When I saw that bear coming out at us I was so scared that if I hadn't gone to the bathroom shortly before I probably would have pissed myself!"
"Well we can't wait here forever or I'm going to piss myself, and I have no intention of doing that!"
"Don't worry I'm sure the bear patrol will come and rescue us."
"What the hell are you talking about, there's no such thing as a bear patrol?!"
"You mean there isn't a bear patrol, like in that episode of The Simpsons. Well good God if there is no bear patrol then where are our tax dollars going towards?"
"A bloated military budget at the expense of education, healthcare and most social services?"
"You know even as we are about to be ripped right limb from limb by a bloodthirsty animal you still can't stop with the social commentary can you? Why don't we have a bear patrol?"
"Well come on, how often does something like this actually present a problem?"
"It's presenting a problem right now, a problem that the bear patrol could probably easily solve."
"God dammit no bear patrol is going to come and rescue us! And I still really really need to go to the bathroom."
"Constantly mentioning it isn't going to help the situation."
"Yeah but it's worse because when I'm anxious like this I have to go to the bathroom even more, and I think that this whole trapped by some coked up bear situation is really causing me a great deal of anxiety."
"Well look I am sure that if the bear is completely high eventually he will come down off of that high and probably start going into withdrawal, and then they'll probably spend our tax dollars sending the bear to expensive rehabilitation."
"Well that or you know shoot it."
"You'll see in a short time the bear will get bored and he will go off into the forest and then we will be able to get some kind of help. I guess this was a pretty bad day to forget to charge our cell phones wasn't it?"
"You think?!"
"Well again, let's just calm down and I'm sure that the bear will be gone in just a few minutes."
Two hours later.
Jill was whimpering in the seat crossing and uncrossing her legs hundred miles a second and trying to get comfortable in the seat but finding it impossible.
"Do you have to keep squirming around like that?" Justin asked.
"I have to pee so God damned bad I think that I'm going to start feeling high myself soon," Jill said as she dug her nails into the seat trying to think about anything other than the fact that she had to pee, but the only other thing she could think about was the fact that there was a bear staring at their car and if they got out of the car the bear would probably disembowel them, which at least would end up severing her bladder from her body and solve that problem, but it wouldn't solve the other problem of being disemboweled, which all things considered would be a much worse problem to have to deal with.
As Jill began to feel lightheaded and started feeling like she might be hallucinating, her constant squirming around was making Justin get sort of antsy in his seat as well.
"You know I can't watch you squirming around like that in agony, it's making me have to go to the bathroom again," Justin said.
"Hey you already went to the bathroom, I've been holding it all day!" Jill said as she crossed her legs tightly and grabbed herself and began doing her breathing exercises.
"Yeah and the fact that you keep constantly mentioning it is making me have to go to the bathroom as well."
"Well you're welcome to go to the bathroom outside," Jill said as the bear let out a loud growling noise as it bore it's razor-sharp teeth.
"Yeah I don't think I'll be doing that," Justin said, and for a moment Jill was kind of glad that now at least he had to go to the bathroom as well, so at least they would be in the same situation together and it wouldn't be as terrible. But then Justin started finishing up the bottle of his energy drink and started looking at it.
"What are you doing?" Jill said as she tapped her feet anxiously along the floor of the car and began tapping her fingers on the dashboard of the car.
"I'm going to pee in this bottle, try to look away," Justin said as he started putting the bottle down.
"Well I have no desire to see that, in fact I think that maybe you should just you know hold it in," Jill said.
"What am I some kind of a girl?" Justin said as he slowly put the bottle between his legs and began slowly urinating and making a loud hissing noise into the bottle.
"Oh God just let the bear disembowel us already!" Jill said as she whimpered in her seat. "At least it would end this torture, the worst part is the anticipation."
Justin made a relaxed noise as he leaned back in the chair and continued peeing into the bottle, stopping and starting several times before he had completely filled the bottle before smiling and breathing a sigh of relief and looking a lot happier and a lot more comfortable.
"Maybe you should hold onto that in case we need something to drink later," Jill said as she leaned forward and grabbed herself tightly and continued stomping her feet loudly causing the car to shake.
"Do you have to keep rocking back and forth, you're going to draw attention to us," Justin said. "I'm starting to think that you're more concerned with the fact that you have to pee than you are with the bear."
"Well it's sort of a double whammy in that the bear is the main thing keeping me from going to the bathroom and I also have to worry it's going to kill us."
"Wait it looks like someone's coming to rescue us, it looks like a forest ranger," Justin said right before the bear ran over to the forest ranger and began disemboweling him until his bloody head landed on the windshield of the car as they both began screaming.
"Well so much for that," Jill said as she leaned back in her seat and gritted her teeth because her bladder felt like it was going to explode at any moment.
"Hey look, here comes someone," Justin said pointing to a man holding up some keys and walking towards the bathroom.
"Finally it's the guy who is going to open the bathrooms at least!" Jill said as she began hopping up and down in her seat right before the bear attacked that guy and ripped him limb from limb. "Dammit!"
"Are you more upset that some guy got brutally disemboweled by the bear or the fact that he didn't open the bathroom first?"
"I can be upset about many things at once, I'm a multitasker like that," Jill said as she started breathing heavily.
"Oh just pee yourself already!"
"I am not going to piss myself, because when we get rescued and I come out of here everyone's going to say look she pissed herself in fear because she was being attacked by some kind of coked up bear."
"Well if there is any time to piss yourself in fear I think that that definitely qualifies, I think that people would understand."
"No no, this is going to end up being some type of big news story and I am not going to be a news story about that woman who pissed herself because she was being attacked by a bear. You know that if I piss myself that's going to be the front page, woman pisses herself in fear at bear. That's going to be the entire focus of everyone's attention, not that we were attacked by a bear, but the fact that I piss myself, and I am not going to allow that to happen!"
"I would almost admire your resolve if it weren't so psychotic," Justin said as he held up his bottle full of piss.
"Do you have to keep holding that up?!"
"Wait a minute I have an idea, I think that bears are attracted to the smell of urine, if I throw this out the window maybe the bear will go and chase after it," Justin said as he rolled down the window and threw his bottle outside onto the floor where the bear simply looked at it and continued growling loudly.
"Well a lot of good that did," Jill said as she continued rocking back and forth in her seat breathing heavily and trying to think about anything other than the fact that her bladder was going to explode and that the bear was still pacing around their car.
For a moment Jill wished that she was some kind of hunter with one of those rifles that she could use to disembowel the bear or decapitate it with gunshot. She was always a big advocate of gun control but in a situation like this everyone can makes exceptions.
"Do you think that the bear would be attracted to the smell of your urine if you did piss yourself," Justin said.
"You know I have to pee so badly right now that if the bathroom wasn't locked I would take my chances with the bear."
"Maybe we should, at least we would get it over with quickly, this whole situation is so hopeless, we're doomed, nothing can save us now," Justin said as all of the sudden there was a sound of gunfire as a bunch of men with assault rifles shot the bear causing its guts to go splattering all over the windshield of the car as the two of them screamed.
"What the hell was that?" Jill said as the two of them watched the men with assault rifles come marching forward both of them proudly wearing shirts with the words bear patrol written on it in gold with an image of a bear. "What the actual fuck?"
"I knew it, the bear patrol is real, they're probably some secret order of the government that we just don't hear about that much, like the men in black except they kill bears," Justin said as the bear patrol people indicated that they should roll down the window.
"Are you folks okay?" the bear patrol guy said.
"Well I'm glad to know that there is actually a bear patrol after all, see I told you so," Justin said as Jill sat there writhing in agony in her seat. "I wonder how much this is going to cost in taxes."
"Jesus Christ just be glad that the bear patrol saved us," Jill said as she got out of the car and immediately began running towards the bathrooms. She found the severed arm of the guy who was coming to unlock the bathrooms earlier, and with luck she was able to pry the keys to the bathroom out of his cold dead hand and made her way into the ladies room, quickly ran into the nearest stall, sat down and began shouting at the top of her lungs as she finally relieved herself.
"Damn, she really had to go," the bear patrol guy said.
Justin laughed. "Trust me if you traveled with her often you realize that nothing stands in the way of her getting to the bathroom, nothing," he said as he looked at the bear's mutilated remains in front of the car and splattered all over his car as he and the bear patrol continued laughing. |
Several years ago, I wrote a couple of stories centered around Emily, a uni student, having desperate moments. Something I saw this last weekend gave me inspiration for another thing.
I hope people enjoy it, I hope it's not too long/short/boring!
"Your call is important to us" said the automated voice "please hold, whilst we connect you to the next available agent"
Emily sighed. If the call was so important to them, surely they would answer it quicker, she thought.
The journey should have been simple enough. She was travelling back to university ready for the new term. The journey was about 120 miles, and took a couple of hours, but she was familiar enough with it as she entered 3rd year. Her middle-aged and slightly battered Micra was full with bags of clothes, bedding and so on, as she was moving her things into a new flat. The previous week she'd been up to get the keys and so on, now it was time to move everything in and get settled.
Now 20, she was a pretty young lady, with long brown hair and freckles, a slim(ish) figure, which combined with a charming sense of humour made her very popular with both friends and guys. She'd dressed in a navy blue summery dress with white polka dots that day - and had already thought that she ought to change before she started unloading at the other end, as it wasn't especially practical for house-moving.
It might have been the baking hot August weather, or the fact that her student budget had neglected any form of car servicing, but the rising temperature gauge, followed by the steam coming from underneath the bonnet, had forced her to pull over on the A1(M) hard shoulder. Remembering the safety posters, she left on the nearside and clambered up the embankment before phoning the breakdown service. The operator had been efficient and friendly, noting that her call was a priority as she was a lone woman, and taking down all the details needed and promising that she'd get a message with an update and a timescale shortly. Emily was reasonably content - it was a hot day, but she'd brought plenty of water and some snacks, so she sat on the embankment waiting for news.
That had been an hour ago, though, and feeling a little bored and frustrated, she'd rung back to try and get an update.
"Did you know, we fix 87% of members cars within half an hour of arrival?" the disembodied voice continued. Emily thought that was a good omen, although she wished that they'd arrive soon. She was starting to feel pretty hot sitting in the sun, and thanks to all the water, she needed a wee.
"All our agents are busy helping other customers" - well bully for them, she thought.
The call was answered by another friendly operator who quickly looked up her details on the system.
"Ah right, thanks for your patience, I can see that our recovery technicians are really busy in your region at the moment, and that's delayed things quite a bit. But what I can do is speak to the supervisor and see if we can hurry things along a bit. Can you hold for a moment please?"
It was a bit of a rhetorical question, really, wasn't it? And hold she did - in two ways, she thought, as she crossed her legs.
"Sorry for the wait" said the operator "but I've just checked and I've got somebody who's free just up the road. He'll be with you in about 10-15 minutes, if that's ok?".
And sure enough, a little while later Emily noticed a luminous van with lights flashing pulling onto the hard shoulder just behind her car. She got up, causing quite a twinge in her bladder, and shuffled down the embankment to speak to the technician.
Standing in the heat, she took another swig from one of the water bottles that she kept in the boot, answering the odd question and holding her skirt down - partially to avoid flashing her knickers to passing motorists, partially as a form of fidgeting to distract from her bladder. Although she needed a wee fairly badly by now, she knew it wouldn't be very long until she could find relief. There had been quite a few times where she'd been pretty desperate during her time at uni, but that was part of the experience wasn't it? At least she usually managed to hold it. Lauren, one of her flatmates, had a reputation for needing to stop and squat somewhere every night they were out drinking, far more than anyone else. Emily felt sorry for her, as she'd tried to avoid this by holding it in, and ended up wetting herself embarrassingly outside spoons one memorable night.
The sound of water splattering on the floor brought her to her senses and provided a reminder of her bladder. "Hmm - not good" said the recovery guy. "Were you driving it for long after it overheated?"
"Well, erm, it was showing on the red for a bit, but it seemed to be going alright, until the steam started coming out!" replied Emily.
"I see" the recovery guy continued, "I'm a bit worried that it's throwing water out again, and there looks to be some oil in the header tank. You may need a new head gasket."
"Oh, ok" replied Emily, who may as well have been listening to a sentence in French. "Do you have one with you?"
The recovery guy chuckled and carried on with some more checks whilst making a sexist comment that, if Emily weren't relying on him to get her off the hard shoulder safe (and dry), she'd have challenged him. How was she to know what sort of repair that was? She was a business student, not an engineer.
"Right love, the car's going nowhere under its own steam - pardon the pun." the recovery guy said "We can recover you to a garage either nearby, or local to your home if you'd prefer". It wasn't too far, only another 40 odd miles to her uni town, so Emily said she'd prefer that.
It would take a few minutes, apparently, to get things ready, and she'd be up in the van cab for the journey. The need for a wee had become pretty urgent by this point. If she was still on her own, she thought, she'd most likely be finding a bush or a tree to squat behind. But the recovery was in progress and she'd be on her way soon. The driver pulled the van in front of her car and put her car on a towing device, attached some straps and took some photos with his tablet.
Emily realised that she'd been fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot by the side of the road for quite a while now, but she didn't want the recovery driver to know how desperate for a wee she was. She resolved to be calm, and un-fidgety, for the rest of the journey. Then she'd get to the other end. Then she could wee.
At the driver's instruction, she climbed up into the cab of the recovery van, smoothing her dress down and fastening her seatbelt. The driver got in and started the engine, and Emily realised that she had to consciously stop herself from fidgeting and squirming. Her bladder by now felt very painful, and the process of moving and lifting herself up into the cab seat had only intensified this.
As they moved off down the motorway, with her car visible in the wing-mirror being pulled along behind, the recovery guy clearly decided that Emily was a receptive audience. Why did so many young ladies not look after their cars, he wondered. It was simple enough to check the coolant, oil, and brake fluid. It only took a few minutes. But it was just a thing about modern society wasn't it. Back in his day, everyone knew how to set their points and change the spark plugs. The youth today didn't care until somebody else had to pick up the pieces.
"And lucky for you they don't" snapped Emily, trying to remain vaguely professional whilst also putting him in his place "otherwise you'd be out of a job!".
"Well, yes, quite" he replied - clearly not used to a woman showing him up - and continued driving, occasionally mentioning something about a passing lorry or landmark. Emily didn't care too much. She re-positioned her seatbelt slightly and tensed her thighs, whilst outwardly avoiding showing how desperate she now was. The radio was on, and Sally Traffic was warning of delays and roadworks across various trunk routes, but luckily nothing was mentioned for the rest of the journey.
Her flatmate asked her on messenger how long until she would arrive, so she asked the driver. "I dunno, it depends on the other lorry" he replied.
"What other lorry?" asked Emily, concerned
"Don't you even know how recovery works love? I can't take you all the way to your destination, that'd be too far out of my patch. I'll be taking you another five miles up the road, and another lorry from the next area will pick you up and take you the rest of the way"
"Oh" replied Emily "Wait, so I'll be sitting there waiting again?"
"Yeah, I'd say so. It's usually about half an hour, but it really does depend on where he's got to come from. It's just a busy day today. But as I say, it could have been avoided-"
"-by me checking my coolant, yes, as you are reminding me!"
"Well, I'm sure it's not a mistake you'll be making again" the recovery driver chuckled "always set out with a full tank!"
Ironic choice of words, thought Emily, given that she had a very full tank in a manner of speaking.
The motorway sign said that the services were up half a mile away, and the driver indicated left. "This is where I'll be dropping you off". Emily was overjoyed. SERVICES! That landmark of expensive petrol and half-melted chocolate. But they had toilets. Her bladder clearly realised this, as at that moment the pressure grew and she had to use all her strength to stop a leak from happening. Just keep it together, Emily, she told herself.
As the lorry sailed down the entrance road, the driver turned left, taking her away from the services building, towards the furthest end of the car park. Dammit! Emily looked confused, which must have shown, as the driver explained "we have an agreement with the service operators, we use their car park to drop off and pick up cars, but only if we do it at the bottom end. Can't be clogging up the busy end. Everyone wants to park there - closer to the cafe and toilets!".
Toilets. Fuck. What she wouldn't give for one now. Underneath her dress, she had reasonably plain black knickers. They had a bit of lace on the edge, but they were still in the category of 'everyday knickers'. Her thighs clamped together, they were slightly damp from the heat - and so far nothing else.
The driver had gone around the back and Emily could hear some clunking and motors operating. She opened the passenger door and stepped out, forgetting that she was in a much higher vehicle than normal, her feet hitting the floor with a defined thud, sending a slight shockwave through her body. Her brain felt a bit silly. Her knees bent slightly to absorb the impact. Her sphincter, precariously overworked as it was, momentarily relaxed and to her horror Emily could feel a spurt escape into her knickers. "No not here!" she said. She opened her eyes. Nobody had heard. Nobody had seen.
Gingerly, she made her way along the side of the van to the back. The driver had lowered her car back on to the ground, and was packing away his towing apparatus. "Right, love, if I can just get you to sign here" he said, passing her a tablet, "this one shows that I've dropped you off at a safe place, this one is to accept the existing damage on the car, this one is that you are the policy holder". For all she cared the signatures could have been for anything, and she scribbled something in each of the boxes. Not really knowing what you're supposed to do with yourself whilst politely waiting for someone to leave after towing you, Emily stood fairly still, not sure whether remaining static or fidgeting was the best course of action. She just wanted the guy to leave. She needed to make a dash for the toilets in the main building, but didn't want to look like a fool.
"That's me done, I'll be on my way" the driver said. Thank god, thought Emily. Mentally preparing for the dash. Running, or walking? Running meant she could get her bum on the loo quicker. Walking, though, meant keeping her thighs tightly pressed was an option.
But the driver was still there, tapping away on his tablet. Emily was still frozen to the spot. "Just checking how long until someone will be with you. Live tracker, see". Emily couldn't give a monkeys - she just wanted him on his way. Tap tap tap, refresh. And underneath her knickers, her tired sphincter relaxed just for a second, letting another spurt of warm pee flow through her opening urethra, dampening her knickers.
"Twenty-five minutes. It'll be Frank. VW Transporter, 21 plate. Is that ok?"
It could have been an alien riding Shergar for all she cared, but she nodded.
"Well take care, I'm off now, don't forget to check that tank next time".
Still rooted to the spot, Emily watched as the luminous van drove off. She looked around. It was pretty empty at this end of the car park. A dilapidated camper van stood a couple of rows across, and some empty lorries were parked on the other side. She turned around to go towards the terminal building, moving her left leg forward. She yelped and stopped immediately as another spurt of pee used the movement to push through. Stop. Keep calm, stand still. Think of something. She tried moving slowly and carefully, but another leak came as her tired and aching body just needed to release. If she tried to get to the services, she'd wet herself. The only question is where, and how many people would see.
She looked around to the end of the car park. A thick tree line had a picket fence, and she could make a dash for it and squat behind there, that'd do. Oh no. Oh no oh no. At that moment another leak forced its way out, this one for about three seconds. Clamp down. Hold it. Even that wasn't enough.
There was only one thing for it. She hoped nobody would see, but truth being told she didn't care any more. A well rehearsed lift of the skirt, thumbs into her knickers, and she wrenched her knickers down - opening her legs slightly to let them fall, which also opened the floodgate - whilst squatting into position to avoid a mess.
The relief washed over her. After such a long time waiting, she relaxed her bladder and with a loud hiss and splatter she was weeing onto the tarmac. Her vulva, dampened by the leaks in her knickers, had a free flow of high pressure pee running through it. She kept her skirt as low as possible, but high enough to avoid any accidents. Looking down at her knickers, there was a noticeable damp patch along the bottom.
Emily's bladder continued to empty and, as it did so, the pressure subsided. She carried on squatting whilst the last few dribs spurted and dribbled out. Finished. A deep, relaxing sigh.
Lifting her knickers up, the warm dampness had rapidly turned into a cold soggy feeling that gave her the ick. She'd got knickers in her bags, in the car. Having made herself decent, the act of cleaning up, wiping herself with some handy baby wipes to freshen up, and finding a purple thong to put on, was all done discreetly at the side of the car park.
One thing's for sure, she knew a lot about overflowing full tanks now. |
It didn’t happen that often, but whenever Lapis had to pee she would always just do it outside somewhere near the barn, where there was basically no chance of anyone seeing her. But today, she thought, was a perfect chance to try it out, well, somewhere else. She had been at Steven’s house for a while now to hang out with him, and now that he had left she seemed to be the only one there. As far as Lapis knew, Steven was the only one who ever used the bathroom or even went in there, and he had just said he’d be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Now she had the bathroom all to herself and could pee there in complete privacy, and right now she definitely had to pee.
She closed the door and immediately went over to the toilet. Just as she was about to pull down her skirt she paused, becoming much more aware of the liquid in her bladder now that she was delaying letting it out. No, wait, while I’m here… She carefully stepped into the bathtub. Peeing standing up in the shower just seemed less normal than doing it in the toilet, it just felt… more fun. With her legs together, she slowly lifted up her knee-length skirt with both hands, and then took one step to spread her legs apart. She realized that she might get some pee on her feet this way, but she could always just wash off in the shower afterwards. In this position Lapis realized how much she had to pee, since she could just let it out right now. She also realized that she was shaking, not just because of her need to go, but also because she was nervous; for some reason, what she was doing just didn’t feel quite right. It’s fine, she thought to herself. No one can hear me, no one is even home. No one will know. With her legs still spread apart she began to relax her bladder, but for a second nothing came out, probably because she was still a little nervous.
Right as the first drops escaped her, the bathroom door swung open with a slam, and Amethyst burst into the small room with an alarming amount of speed. Lapis instantly let her skirt fall back down, folded her hands in front of her, and moved her legs back together, now with an ache running through her from stopping her pee right as it started. Other than that, Lapis was frozen, half from surprise, half from the panic of her mind racing. Oh no no no no! Come on, why now? Why now? Just when I was about to… This was the one thing she had feared the most, someone catching her doing this in the act. Then they’d start asking all sorts of questions. What was she doing here? Why did it look like she was about to start peeing? Why was she doing it standing in the shower? Why was she doing it in the house? Then everyone would start to be wary of her and treat her differently, and eventually they’d lose all trust in her. This was Amethyst, but she’d still definitely tell the others, and it was clear she was about to start asking questions.
“Um, what are you doing?” Amethyst asked, her voice a little shaky. The short purple gem was leaning against the door with one hand, and she had the other gripping the area between her legs through her dark-colored leggings. She was standing on one foot, with the other fidgeting up and down behind her. Before Amethyst got an answer, she continued, “Are you about to pee? Because I kinda really have to pee,” speeding up a little as she finished the sentence. She shuffled her feet and started fidgeting with the other one now, her whole body slightly bouncing up and down, and her thighs squeezed together.
It took Lapis a second to come up with an answer. “Uh, no, no I’m not.” She was of course, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Amethyst. All she could do was stand still, painfully aware of the liquid in her bladder. Clearly Amethyst was about to pee herself too, and Lapis realized she would have no choice but to stand there in agony and watch it.
“Ohthankgodthankgod!” Amethyst said breathlessly, and instantly began to shuffle over to the toilet. With one hand still squeezing her crotch she fumbled with her other to try to pull down her leggings. But she couldn’t get them down far enough to start peeing with her hand still in the way, clearly trying to prevent any more pee from spilling out. Even then, a few drops flew out of Amethyst’s crotch and made a visible stain on the inside of her pants.
As Lapis watched this unfold, she thought of her own predicament, of how that could happen to her any second, and how it would feel. She thought of the feeling of pee slowly trickling out of her urethra and down her legs, some of it soaking into her skirt along the way. She imagined all of the pee she was holding bursting out of her at once, the amazing feeling of the pressure in her bladder being relieved, and how that would feel. She suddenly cut that thought short, No! I can’t think about that! She realized that thinking about peeing herself would probably lead to actually peeing herself, and she couldn’t allow that to happen, definitely not with Amethyst right here.
Amethyst finally removed her other hand from her crotch, and before she could even sit down on the toilet, a jet of pee began to spray out of her and missed the toilet entirely. She quickly sat down, legs now spread wide apart, and directed the torrent shooting out of her into the toilet; it hit the water so violently that it caused a few more droplets to fly out. Amethyst had been breathing heavily, and now she started to slow down and let out long sighs. She leaned back, and kept her legs apart enough to show the fire hose of pee gushing out. “Ohhhhh my goooooddddd, I was literally about to piss all over the floooooorrrrr,” she panted, her face now seeming more relaxed too.
Lapis bit her lip and watched and listened to the roar of the pee hitting the water and splashing around. Yeah, I’m about to pee all over the floor too, she thought. Lapis didn’t dare move her legs for fear of letting her own pee out, but that meant her only other option was to stand here, subtly hold her crotch, and watch and listen to Amethyst let out the biggest and most satisfying pee she had ever seen, until she ended up peeing on the floor herself. But she just couldn’t take her eyes off Amethyst, and couldn’t stop imagining how good the relief she was feeling had to be. She suddenly felt some warmth between her legs, and really hoped Amethyst would be done soon.
Amethyst broke the otherwise silence, “Man, it just feels sooooo gooood to let it all out aaaallll at once.” She looked at Lapis. “Especially when you’re holding a lot in. I was actually holding it since yesterday.” She put a hint of humor into her voice, “I almost didn’t make it. When I saw you standing there I honestly started peeing a little right there.”
Lapis turned her eyes away and didn’t say anything. This was not helping, and she started wishing harder that Amethyst would just hurry up and finish peeing so she could go. She felt a couple more warm drops run down her legs and started to wonder how much longer she could keep this up.
“So what are you doing in here? You sure you don’t have to pee?” Amethyst asked, her pee stream still going strong.
What? Was Amethyst reading her mind? Was she really being that obvious? Her eyes darted down to her hands still pressed into her skirt and her crotch. She suddenly became aware of a few drops’ worth of pee soaking into the blue fabric.
Meanwhile, Amethyst showed no signs of stopping peeing. The purple gem said “Sometimes it’s harder to hold it when you’re thinking about it really hard, but I think that makes it more fun.”
Lapis could tell that thinking about it made holding harder, and now she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop imagining all the warm pee rushing down her legs and splashing onto the bathtub floor and all over her bare feet. She imagined all the pain shooting through her bladder being replaced with emptiness and relief, and how Amethyst would react. She could act all excited, or she might be really put off, “What the fuck? Why are you peeing in the bathtub? You don’t do that.” Or she might be as shocked and embarrassed as Lapis was. Either way, the thoughts kept sloshing around Lapis’ mind and she couldn’t stop wondering what would happen when—no, if—she peed herself.
“I’m—I’m doing nothing…I don’t have to pee,” Lapis said weakly. She started wiggling her toes in place, and tried to squeeze her legs together harder. Hopefully Amethyst couldn't pick up on that too.
“Okay sure, but you’re gonna have to wait until I’m done,” Amethyst replied smugly, still sitting in the same pose on the toilet and still peeing. “I’ve been seeing how long I can hold it, and this might be a new record.”
Come to think of it, how long had Amethyst been peeing? Lapis thought, How much longer is she gonna take? Am I really gonna pee myself while she’s still on the toilet? The pain in her bladder hadn’t gotten better, in fact it had gotten much worse. Her bladder was screaming at her to just go over there and start peeing in the toilet too, no not even that, she could just spread her legs right here and let everything out. She desperately wanted to fidget or squirm or do anything to help her hold it, but all she did was bend over slightly and try to squeeze her legs together even tighter. It didn’t help, and another short spurt leaked out of her and ran down her legs. I just have to stand still until she leaves. I just have to stand here. She just has to leave soon. She just has to leave…
After what had to have been well over a full minute, the sound of Amethyst’s pee finally started to down as she let out one last shaky sigh. Lazily, she grabbed some toilet paper to wipe herself. Then, she stood up and seemed to take her time pulling up her pants and feeling the dampness around her crotch, probably seeing how much she leaked before her almost-accident.
“Sorry you had to see that,” Amethyst said casually, without even looking up. And then she looked into Lapis’ eyes and added with a smile, “Or did you actually like watching me almost pee my pants?”
Lapis didn’t know how to respond to that. With her lips pressed together and teeth clenched, she could just think to herself, Come on! Come on! Just get out! Just— But she never finished that thought. Just then she felt a new wave of urgency in her bladder, along with another long trickle of pee escaping it. Lapis now knew that she was about to burst, and she had no time to wait. Oh my god oh my god no no no no nononononono! Suddenly she dug her hands into her skirt and tried to squeeze her crotch as much as she could, and she immediately took a step to try to leave the bathroom, and go anywhere else where Amethyst couldn’t see her.
As soon as she took the first step out of the bathtub she was met with a flood soaking through her fingers and her skirt as all the contents of her bladder spilled out between her legs and onto the floor. Some of the pee hit her legs on the way down, and Lapis felt even more warmth running down her legs and feet. Some of it sprayed onto her skirt, getting the front and back of it a bit more wet. The rest of it splashed onto the floor and hit the tiles with a splatter. After a couple of seconds, Lapis removed her hands and let go fully, just glad that the pain and pressure in her abdomen were gone. The warmth of the pee on her legs, the sound of it splashing down, and the emptiness inside her were even better than she imagined. But she couldn’t feel happy. Amethyst was still standing right there, staring at her.
“Duuuuudee! I knew you had to pee, that’s crazy!” Amethyst said with a laugh. “You were actually trying to hold it all in just standing there? That’s soo good!”
“I—I was trying to wait until you—until you left…” Lapis managed to say, her voice cracking. The pee stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Lapis shivered as she sat down on the side of the bathtub. Her feet and the back of her skirt were still wet, but she barely noticed that now. This was it. She had not only just peed all over the floor, but in front of another gem, and in Steven’s house. She just felt numb, and just wanted to lie down. Why did I do that? Why am I so stupid? What was I thinking? Now my life is over and I’m never gonna be able to show my face here again… Her chest felt tight and she started to hyperventilate. Then she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
“You—wait, hold on, are you…” Amethyst asked. “I don’t mind—I mean—It’s ok. You’re not in trouble or anything” She sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to Lapis, seemingly not bothered by all the wetness. “It doesn’t matter if you peed yourself, it’s happened to me before. I don’t hate you or anything, and it’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone or anything, seriously” She paused for a long moment and added gently, “And I’m sorry if I made you feel weird.”
Lapis felt another wave of relief even wash over her, even more satisfying than letting out all the pee she was holding. Now she felt even more stupid. Of course Amethyst was just trying to have fun, of course she wasn’t mad at her, and of course she had just imagined the worst possible outcome for everything. She looked at Amethyst and smiled weakly. “Yeah, thanks. I guess I just,” she sighed “wanted to try something out, and I guess I messed it up like always.”
“Dude, you’re fine,” Amethyst chimed in with a casual tone of voice. “There’s nothing wrong with trying stuff like that out. I know what it’s like.”
“Alright, sure you do” Lapis said, some energy and sarcasm returning to her voice. “Now can you actually get out so I can take a shower?”
Once Amethyst left, Lapis kept sitting on the edge of the bathtub for another minute. She tapped her foot lightly in the puddle of pee still on the floor, and thought about how much grief it had brought her, or rather, how much she had caused herself. She sighed again and collected herself before standing up and starting to take off her skirt and top to take a shower. |
A/N: Not sure if anybody's actually reading this- but here's the next part anyway, because I promised. I'll be posting everything in this thread from now on instead of continuing to make new ones. If anybody does happen to be reading, I'd love to have a bit of feedback. There's not much actual wetting in this chapter- it functions more along the lines of setting the premise for the next chapter- but hope you enjoy it anyway. Oh, and since I'm British, "diapers" will be referred to as "nappies" in this story. Sorry if that bothers anyone!
Oh, and here's the links for parts 1 and 2 just in case:
Part 1: http://omorashi.org/topic/3765-camping-trip-part-one/
Part 2: http://omorashi.org/topic/5079-camping-trip-part-two/
Chapter Three
I awoke the next morning to bright sunshine penetrating the transparent material of the tent and hastily fumbled for my watch. A little after seven. Good. Nobody else would be awake for a while, so I would have time to get over to the toilets and sort myself out. I felt gingerly between my legs and found that the thick nappy I was wearing was cold and heavy- I had obviously wet heavily during the night- but the grey tracksuit bottoms I had been wearing as pyjamas were completely dry. Despite the amount of cider I had drunk with the others the previous night, I hadn’t leaked at all.
Heavily relieved, I wriggled quietly from my sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Regan and stood up experimentally. The bulky nappy sagged between my legs and I pulled up my bottoms self-consciously as I unzipped the tent and headed out into the early morning sunshine.
I was heading purposefully across the campsite towards the toilet block when I heard somebody call my name. I whipped around, and noticed Adam sitting beside the burnt-out remains of last night’s campfire, his knees pulled up to his chest and a lit cigarette dangling from one hand.
“Hey,” I said, awkwardly adjusting my bottoms once more, “You’re awake early.”
“As are you,” he said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”
“I slept pretty well actually,” I said, taking a step backwards to imply that I had no wish to continue this conversation just at present. “I just woke up to use the toilet.”
“Ah okay, I’ll let you go then,” he said with a slight smile. I smiled back briefly, before turning and hurrying gratefully towards the toilet block.
Had he noticed anything? I wondered worriedly. He hadn’t mentioned that anything looked amiss about the size and shape of my behind, but that didn’t give any definite answers: he could quite easily have noticed and just not said anything. I was going to have to be more careful, I realised. Tomorrow I needed to wake up even earlier to make completely sure that nobody else would be awake.
Once I had dispensed with my wet nappy and relieved my bladder of any remaining liquid, I headed back over to Adam and the dead campfire.
“Sorry about that,” I said to him, once I was close enough, “I just had to use the toilet before I got drawn into any sort of conversation.”
“It’s cool,” Adam replied with a smile, and then patted the ground beside him, “Come sit?”
I didn’t particularly want to sit with him, but since going back to sleep was out of the question and I had no place else to be, I obliged.
“Cigarette?” he offered, pulling a rizla from his packet.
“Sure,” I said, and he placed a line of tobacco in the paper, rolled it and lit it himself, before handing it to me.
I took a long drag and cast my eyes over the still-quiet campsite. “Looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” I commented, when the silence had begun to feel awkward.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “Nice day for the beach.”
“Indeed,” I agreed, and we lapsed into silence once more.
“How come you couldn’t sleep anyways?” I asked him finally, and he frowned.
“I was thinking,” he said after a short pause.
“A dangerous habit,” I commented, and we both laughed nervously. “What about?” I prompted.
He cleared his throat nervously, and then looked away. “Lexi,” he mumbled.
“Ah,” I said, taking a thoughtful breath of smoke, “So you have something of a thing for your fellow guitarist?”
“Something like that,” he admitted, “We just seem to go together, you know? We’re into all the same music, we appreciate all the same things, and she’s bloody stunning. Only-”
“Only what?” I asked when he faltered.
“I think she might be into girls,” he confessed, frowning, “The way she acts around Katie makes me think there might be something there. And the fact they’re sharing a tent now kind of freaks me out, you know?”
“Interesting,” I said, raising an eyebrow, “That would make six of the eight people in our group gay. What are the odds of that?”
“Six?” Adam repeated with a frown, and I realised my mistake all too late. “There’s Regan, Denny and Mark... Alexa and Katie would make five... So that leaves...” He turned to me and suddenly realisation seemed to dawn. “Bloody hell. You’re a lezza as well?”
“Much as I find that term offensive, I suppose I am,” I replied, and then looked warily at him. “I didn’t mean to tell you that, though, so please don’t pass it on.”
“So I’m the only one who knows?” he asked, looking pretty pleased with himself, “You’re in the closet?”
I winced slightly at the reference. It made it sound as though I felt I had something to be ashamed of in being a lesbian, when I really didn’t feel that way at all. The topic had simply never come up, and if Regan knew, she might read into my behaviour much more and suspect that my feelings towards her were more than just platonic. And that thought frightened me more than any other.
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” Adam assured me, “But honestly, you don’t need to hide who you are around us guys. We’re the biggest bunch of misfits you’ll ever come across and we all love each other for it. Nobody here’s going to judge you for being gay.”
“Thank you,” I told him, and I meant it. It felt good to think that I might just be accepted somewhere. “But even so, please don’t tell anyone.”
“Don’t tell anyone what?” asked a sleepy voice from behind me. I jumped and turned my head to look over my shoulder. Regan had emerged from the tent in her tiny pink night clothes, her blonde hair tousled from sleep and her eyes bleary.
“Morning,” I said, wetting my lips nervously as I attempted to avoid the question, “Did you sleep well?”
“Mhmm,” she replied, dropping to her knees and snuggling into the gap between Adam and myself. “You left me this morning, though,” she added with a pout.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, “I had to use the toilet, and when I returned, Adam offered me a cigarette.”
“Oh,” Regan said, and looked at the remains of the campfire, “That’s okay. Who’s making breakfast?”
***The sun didn’t stop shining all day, and we were able to spend all of it on the beach. The other three girls all immediately stripped down to tiny bikinis but- despite the fact that I was wearing my own (very ancient) swimsuit under my clothes- I resolutely spent the day in my only pair of shorts and a dark-coloured t-shirt, even whilst swimming in the sea. If the others were surprised by my conservative attire, however, they didn’t mention it, and I found myself enjoying the company of every one of the others- aside from perhaps Katie, who complained far too much and whose humour was much too spiteful for my taste. There were no toilets on the beach, but rather than take the ten minute walk back to the campsite when I felt the need, I simply relieved myself in the sea. I felt rather embarrassed in doing so, but comforted myself in thinking that everyone else must be doing the same thing, as nobody else had made the trek back to the campsite to use the toilets.
When we finally returned to the campsite (or the girls did- the boys had been sent to the local convenience store to pick up burgers, sausages and ribs to barbeque, along with as much cider as they could carry) I immediately headed off to the tent to change into some dry clothing. To my surprise, Regan followed me inside.
“Regan,” I said, trying not to sound too annoyed, “Please leave. I need to get changed.”
“Oh, okay,” Regan said, looking slightly stung, “I get it. Because I’m a lesbian, I must be a pervert, right?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I began to argue, but it was too late- Regan had already left.
Throughout the barbeque and the group’s conversation afterwards, she remained cold and distant towards me: something which Katie was quick to take advantage of. She sat as close to Regan as possible while we ate and once all the food was finished with, offered the other blonde her lap. Regan seemed to hesitate for a split second and I was sure she glanced at me for a moment- but then she settled herself in Katie’s lap and I decided that I must have been mistaken.
I had grown significantly annoyed by this point, although I told myself that I had no reason to be. Despite the fact that I had no claim over Regan, I couldn’t help feeling as though Katie was directly rubbing the other girl’s affection for her in my face. Had I made my feelings for Regan more obvious than I had thought? Had Katie picked up on them and taken it upon herself to show me in no uncertain terms that Regan was hers?
“Rae, you should wear crop tops more often,” Katie purred, putting her hands under Regan’s t-shirt and rubbing them across her completely flat stomach, “Your belly is to die for. I couldn’t help looking at it when we were at the beach. Don’t you think so, Cassie?”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, taken aback by the abrupt question. I looked around the circle: everybody’s eyes were on me, apart from Adam who was looking deliberately away and Regan who seemed suddenly uncomfortable.
“Katie, don’t,” she said to the other girl, softly, but Katie took no notice.
“But then, I know you know Regan has a beautiful body,” she said to me, “I caught you admiring it earlier, you naughty girl. Not that I blame you, of course.” She slid her hands carefully upwards on Regan’s body.
This was more than I could take. I opened my mouth to argue that none of this was true, but then my eyes locked with Regan’s clear, blue ones and my words became lost somewhere in my throat. I closed my mouth and opened it again to tell Katie to shut the fuck up, that she knew nothing. But Regan’s eyes were still on mine, and the pity in them was too much for me. Poor Cassie, I knew she was thinking, poor Cassie with her silly, little crush, when she doesn’t stand a chance with me. A lump rose in my throat and I knew I had to get away before my eyes began to fill with hot tears.
“Excuse me,” I mumbled, my voice choked, as I rose from the ground and fled in the direction of my tent. I wondered fleetingly what would happen now- whether Regan would squash in with Katie and Alexa after all, or whether I would be forced to go home and leave my tent behind, for Regan would now surely be too disgusted to spend any further time with me.
I managed to hold back my tears until I had zipped up the tent behind myself, and then they exploded. I curled into a corner of the tent and began crying uncontrollably, my hands pressing futilely at my eyes. I could only have been there for seconds before I heard the tent being unzipped. I wanted to brush the tears from my eyes and yell at whoever it was to leave me alone, but I was sobbing too hard to care.
But then my name was whispered softly in my ear and warm arms were wrapped around my body as somebody held me close to themselves. I felt breasts against my shoulder, and drew back in fear, but whoever was holding me did not desist.
“Sshh,” a voice whispered, and I felt lips plant a firm kiss to the top of my head, “Sshh, it’s okay, sweetie. I’ve got you.”
Finally able to control myself, I lifted my head from my hands and forced myself to look into Regan’s sweet, blue eyes. Of course I had known it was Regan. I had known from the moment she had unzipped the tent.
“I’m sorry,” I told her quietly, “I’m sorry if I was checking you out at the beach. I was trying my hardest not to, but it’s difficult when you’re so- you’re so-” But I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“So what?” Regan asked softly, her arms still torturously warm around my body, “Tell me, Cassie. Please.”
I turned my head away so that I didn’t have to look at her as I whispered the next part. “I’ve felt something more than friendship for you since the first moment I saw you, Regan,” I admitted, “You entered my life like a ray of sunshine, offering me friendship when nobody else would; showing me what it’s like to truly care about another person. Your soul is more beautiful than that of anyone else I know and I’ve fallen for you in a way I never knew to be possible.”
Regan didn’t loosen her grip on me, but she was quiet for so long that I began to panic.
“I don’t expect you to attempt to like me back in that way,” I assured her hastily, “You’re still free to be with anyone you choose, and I promise not to come in the way of that. If you’ll still be my friend, I won’t let anything change between us; or if you don’t think that’s possible, I’ll walk out of your life right now. Just say the word if that’s what you want, Regan.”
“Hush, you silly girl,” Regan said, and I felt her place a hand to either one of my cheeks and gently steer my head so that I was facing her. “You’re the most genuine, selfless, beautiful person I know, and I’ve fallen for you in just the same way as you have for me.”
I stared at her, trying to find some sort of hint in her eyes that she was joking, toying with me- but I found none. I felt vulnerable, terrified, and more confused than I had ever been. Nobody had ever told me I was beautiful- nobody I knew had had the guts to lie so blatantly to my face. And what could somebody like Regan possibly find to fall for in somebody like me?
“I- I don’t know what to say,” I confessed finally.
Regan smiled at me, and she removed her hands from my face in order to take my own hands.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she told me. “Just kiss me, Cassie.”
I found myself begin to tremble uncontrollably. I can’t, I wanted to tell her, I don’t know how. But she had shifted so that her face was very close to mine, her lips just centimetres away from my own, and I felt pure instinct taking over. I closed the gap between our mouths and kissed Regan fiercely. She kissed me back hungrily, her palms pressing into mine, and I felt a sense of joy and excitement explode within me. How had I gone for so long without experiencing this, I wondered? This feeling of bliss, this sense that the world had suddenly righted itself?
Then, all too soon, the kiss had ended, and Regan was looking at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at them in confusion.
“Was I that bad?” I asked her anxiously.
“Bad? Oh my god, are you kidding?” Regan gave a soft hiccup and tears started spilling down her cheeks, “That was- that was amazing.”
“Then why are you crying?” I asked, genuinely bewildered.
Regan paused, and then shook her head. “I don’t even know,” she admitted, and we both laughed. Suddenly feeling an extraordinary amount of love for the other girl, I wrapped my arms around her tiny body and pulled her into me in a tight hug.
“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear, “I was so afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way.”
“Have I ever let you down?” she whispered back, and I shook my head. It was true: she hadn’t.
“Oh my goodness, when did it get so cold?” she wondered, when we finally pulled away from one another, “Hey, come in here with me.” She crawled over to her sleeping bag and slipped her legs inside, before indicating for me to squish in beside her.
I swallowed thickly. “There’s no room,” I protested feebly, and Regan pouted.
“Well, perhaps we can connect these somehow,” she said, reaching across to my own sleeping bag.
“No,” I said quickly, grabbing her wrist, “I- I’ll come into yours with you. Just for a while though, okay? I’m not sleeping there.”
“Understood,” Regan smiled, and I crawled across to her sleeping bag and slid in beside her. It was a close fit, and we were snuggled almost chest-to-chest. Regan sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me even closer to her. Awkwardly, I placed my own arms around her body, and a rush of warmth spread rapidly down my body, beginning at my chest and ending between my thighs where I felt a small amount of wetness collect. Blushing, I crossed my legs hastily and wriggled away very slightly.
“Tell me something, Cassie,” Regan said suddenly, “Why is it you won’t let anybody see you undressed?”
I closed my eyes briefly before answering. “My body’s ugly, Regan,” I told her, “Not only is it awkward, gangly and boy-like, but these scars on my face-” I touched them self-consciously, “They’re not just on my face. It’s for the benefit of everybody else that I don’t remove my clothes. Nobody’s comfortable with seeing that.”
“Don’t,” Regan murmured.
“Don’t what, Regan?” I asked.
“Don’t talk about yourself that way,” she told me fiercely, “You’re beautiful, Cassie. If people can’t see that, they’re idiots.”
“There are an awful lot of idiots walking around in that case,” I replied, and then rather more softly, I added, “And I’m one myself.”
Regan didn’t respond, save to press her lips to mine once more. The kiss was oddly soothing, and I felt myself relax considerably. When it ended, my eyelids were much heavier, and I realised I was going to have to take myself off to my own bed soon, nappy firmly in place. But not just yet, I reasoned. Cuddling with Regan felt so wonderful: surely it could not do any harm to continue the moment for a little longer?
“May I ask you a question now?” I asked, and Regan nodded. “What’s the situation between you and Katie?”
Regan’s eyes surveyed me closely, and I found myself holding my breath. If there was anything at all still going on between her and Katie, then I was very sure I didn’t want to get into the midst of that, no matter how strong Regan’s feelings for me might or might not be.
“I don’t feel anything for Katie,” she told me, so sincerely that I found myself believing her, “We did have something of a thing once, but it was never serious- just teenage experimenting, I think- and it didn’t last. She couldn’t see any further than this.” She indicated her beautiful face. “She didn’t understand me the way you do.”
My heart began to race, and I pulled Regan to me all the more tightly. “But earlier, beside the campfire?” I had to ask, but Regan simply shook her head.
“I was annoyed with you from earlier, and I wanted to make you jealous,” she confessed, “That was all, and I’m so sorry for it. I didn’t realise it would hurt you as much as it did.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I murmured, my eyes flickering as a sudden rush of drowsiness engulfed me.
“I am though,” Regan whispered back, and her voice sounded faint- obviously the warmth of our proximity was making her just as sleepy as it was me. “I’m sorry, Cassie. I won’t do that to you again, I promise.”
“Don’t make me promises like that,” I told her. My eyes were completely closed now, and I knew I should get up and put a nappy on. But the moment felt too perfect, too fragile, and I was scared of breaking it. Just a little longer, I told myself peacefully, Five more minutes and I’ll get up.
Edited March 29, 2012 by MissVermilion
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Part 4
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the cold clamminess between my legs. Frowning, I felt the sheet beneath me, and realised that it was soaked. Great. But then my hand encountered something else: warm skin which didn’t belong to me. I looked to my left and felt my heart rise into my throat. Regan. Memories of the night before came flooding back to me, and the panic spread through me as I realised what had happened. I had fallen asleep while snuggled with Regan, and as usual I had wet heavily in the night, consequently soaking not only myself but also Regan’s sleeping bag, and probably Regan herself.
I felt sick with fear as I extracted myself from Regan, meticulously careful not to wake her as I slipped out of the sleeping bag and clambered to my feet. The light grey tracksuit bottoms I was wearing were soaked from the waistband from the knee, and there was a large, visible wet patch on the outside of Regan’s sleeping bag.
What the hell could I do? I glanced down at my wrist, and realised that it was still very early- not even six o’clock yet- but that was hardly of any significance. Sooner or later, Regan would wake up and find herself in a wet sleeping bag, and would know exactly what had happened. Unless... I frowned as a wicked idea began to form itself in my mind. What if I got changed now, hid my wet things and slid into my own sleeping bag before Regan woke up? She would still find herself in a wet sleeping bag, but she would think it was of her own doing, rather than mine.
But even as I considered the idea, I knew I couldn’t do it. I thought about the shame and humiliation I felt each morning upon awaking wet, and knew I couldn’t inflict those feelings on Regan. As awful as it was going to be, I knew I needed to be honest with Regan about what had happened- about what happened to me every night.
Swallowing my fear, I dropped into a crouch and gently shook Regan’s shoulder. “Regan,” I murmured, “Rae, wake up.”
I half-hoped that she’d remain asleep and that I’d have to rethink my plan, but her eyelids fluttered open immediately.
“Cassie?” she mumbled, and then smiled when she saw me squatting beside her, “Hey, sweetie. Is it morning already?”
“Not quite,” I muttered, waiting for her to process what had happened. Slowly, confusion blossomed across her pretty face, and she sat up, frowning down at her sleeping bag.
“Why am I wet, Cassie?” she asked, “Is the tent leaking?”
I cursed myself for not having thought of that one, but it was too late now. “No,” I replied, my voice cracking as tears collected in my eyes, “No, it isn’t leaking.”
“Then what-” Regan began, but then her gaze shifted to me. I watched as her blue eyes took in my wet bottoms and tear-filled eyes. “Oh, Cassie. It’s okay. Come here, sweetie.”
She opened her arms for a hug, but I simply shuffled further away. “Don’t Regan,” I said, “You don’t need to pretend it’s okay. Here, you can have my sleeping bag for the rest of the trip, and I’ll make do on the floor.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Regan said, and she wriggled out of her sleeping bag. Her pink vest top and shorts were entirely soaked down one side, and upon seeing this, I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. I burst into frenzied sobs, collapsing onto my wet bottom, my face in my hands. Presently, I felt Regan shuffle in beside me, her arm reaching around me to hold me at the waist. She waited patiently like that until I had no tears left to cry and was able to turn my face to look at her.
“I’m so sorry,” I told her, amidst hiccups, “That shouldn’t have happened. I should have got out of bed, but I was just so comfortable and- and I suppose I fell asleep.”
Regan used the back of her hand to carefully wipe the tears from my eyes. “Does this happen to you a lot?” she asked gently.
I nodded. “I usually wear... protection,” I told her, unable to voice the word nappies, “But last night...” my voice trailed off miserably.
“Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me?” Regan asked, and I shook my head.
“I thought I could hide it from you,” I confessed, “It wouldn’t have been an issue if we hadn’t fallen asleep like that.”
Regan tucked a stray strand of hair carefully behind my ear and then leaned in to kiss my cheek. I found myself leaning into her despite myself, unable to comprehend how she could remain so sweet, so understanding, when I had, at some point in the night, urinated all over her.
“At least we still have one dry sleeping bag,” she said, and I gave a short laugh. Only Regan could look on the bright side when faced with something like this.
“You can have it,” I told her again, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No, you won’t,” she argued firmly, “We’ll both sleep in your sleeping bag. We’ve just got to make sure you don’t fall asleep without your protection again, otherwise we’ll both end up on the floor!”
“Are you sure?” I asked, and was disgusted to hear the insecurity in my own tone, “You’re sure you want to sleep with me again after this?”
“Of course I’m sure,” Regan replied firmly, “Now come on and kiss me before we get into some dry clothes.”
I kissed her, grateful and incredulous of her calmness and understanding. Maybe it really would be okay, I allowed myself to think. Regan had feelings for me too, and she had chosen to be completely accepting of my secret. Maybe things really were looking up.
***The day which followed was nothing short of wonderful. After changing into dry things, Regan and I stuffed everything which was wet into a carrier bag and put it in a corner of the tent’s porch, hoping it wouldn’t begin to smell too much before we left. I was glad that Regan hadn’t proposed we leave the sleeping bag and night clothes out in the sunshine to dry, but she seemed to understand that I didn’t want any of the others to know what had happened, and didn’t even suggest this idea. After this, we moved outside into the warm morning sun and snuggled together beside the spot where the previous night’s fire had resided. Here we stayed, hand-in-hand, until all the others had awoken, talking quietly about our lives in between kisses.
The weather stayed bright until about six o’clock that evening, at which point it began to rain heavily. This was of little consequence to us, as we had planned to see a local production of Much Ado About Nothing that evening anyhow, and after the play had ended, we visited a little country pub where we stayed drinking and talking until the early hours of the morning.
We finally trooped rather drunkenly back to the campsite, umbrellas in hand. The rain had still not let up, but we were all ready for bed by this point at any rate. Regan and I slipped together into our tent and, while I grabbed a nappy and ran with my umbrella to the toilet block in order to put it on, she snuggled straight into my sleeping bag still wearing the clothes she had been wearing that day. Neither of us had brought any additional night clothes, and besides, we were far too tired to bother about changing. Once I was wearing the nappy and we were comfortably settled in bed, Regan slid her arms around my neck and drew me in close for a goodnight kiss.
“Night, baby,” she whispered to me, “Sweet dreams.”
“You too,” I whispered back, a beautiful warmth spreading through me at the word baby, “Night, Rae.”
She fell asleep almost immediately and I watched her happily for a while, though I was still very much awake myself. I felt reluctant to close my eyes, feeling that today had been too perfect to have been real: that I might wake up tomorrow and find that it had all been a dream.
After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, however, I found myself uncomfortably aware of the fact that I needed to pay another visit to the toilet. I had relieved myself when I had put the nappy on, but my bladder was tiny at any time, and when I had been drinking alcohol, it became positively ridiculous and I found myself needing to urinate about four times an hour.
I squirmed uncomfortably in the sleeping bag, trying my best to ignore the feeling and get to sleep, but it only seemed to be getting worse. The rain was still drumming heavily on the outside of the tent, causing my bladder to ache all the more and making me feel reluctant about running outside into the showers in order to relieve myself. I wriggled my toes and tried to cross my legs in the limited space but nothing seemed to be helping. I was just trying to reach a hand down into the space between myself and Regan in order to press between my legs, when her eyes opened- she had no doubt been awoken by my incessant wriggling.
I froze, my hand stuck somewhere between my chest and Regan’s stomach and tried to remain still, but I couldn’t keep my hips from wiggling repeatedly from side to side, my thighs from grinding against one another.
“You okay, honey?” Regan murmured sleepily.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I told her, but then grunted, my hand shooting the rest of the way down to my crotch as I felt myself let out the smallest amount of urine.
Regan removed her hand from where it had been situated at my waist and moved it down to cup the hand at my crotch. “Liar,” she whispered.
I took in a deep, sharp breath. “Okay, I’m desperate for the toilet,” I admitted, beginning to squirm openly now that I had admitted this to her, “But it’s still raining: I’ll get soaked if I go out there now.”
“Aren’t you wearing protection?” The question caught me by surprise: I had expected Regan to tell me to stop being ridiculous, grab an umbrella and go to the toilet.
“Yes, I am.”
“And your bladder will release itself if you fall asleep anyway?”
“Yes, I suppose it will,” I frowned, confused as to where she was going with this.
“So just let go, sweetie,” she said, gently taking my hand in her own and prising it away from my crotch. The sudden lack of pressure made me lose control, and to my horror, I found myself beginning to urinate. I clenched everything and somehow, with superhuman effort, I managed to cut off my wee mid-stream.
“Regan, I can’t,” I protested, squirming around in the sleeping bag for all I was worth.
“Sshh. Yes, you can. Just stay still,” Regan said, and with that, she kissed me. The sudden shock of the kiss was too much for me, and my bladder simply released then and there as I began weeing profusely. I gave a soft moan as release came over me, and Regan pressed her body closer to mine, pulling me tightly to her.
“All better now?” she asked, when she sensed that I had finished.
“Mmm,” I replied simply, suddenly feeling exhausted. I put my hand between my legs and felt around my groin, but my tracksuit bottoms were completely dry: the nappy had soaked up everything.
“Thanks, Rae,” I mumbled, my arms snaking around her.
“You’re very welcome,” Regan replied with a smile, and that was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep, fatigued sleep. |
It was mid-December, the middle of the Christmas shopping rush, and half the bank's tellers were ill with flu. Unfortunately, I was not one of them. The queues of customers were endless, and Sandra and I, the only two tellers on duty, had been forced to skip our mid-morning break in order to cope with the situation. Relief staff from another branch were to take over at lunch time, but it was only eleven fifteen and I already needed relief. My bladder felt uncomfortably full, but all I could do was to maintain a frozen smile for the customers and wait.
The time crawled by with interminable slowness, so that I was convinced a whole hour had passed when it was still only eleven thirty. In agony now, I smoothed down my skirt in the few moments between customers, wishing that I could plunge my hands beneath it and press them against my crotch to give my tired muscles a rest. There was no way I could actually do it, alas.
I could tell from Sandra's posture that she was in the same predicament. It really was too bad of the management to put us in this appalling situation, expecting us to focus on something as important as handling money when we were both so uncomfortable and distracted.
By ten minutes to twelve, I could not longer sit still. I kept crossing and re-crossing my legs, doing my best to ignore the sensation that the waistband of my skirt had shrunk by several sizes. My concentration wandered, and on several occasions I had to recount bills before handing them over to customers. I was fast approaching my limit, and prayed for the last few minutes to pass swiftly. They didn't, of course.
When twelve o' clock finally arrived, I began flicking regular glances towards the door at the back of the room, waiting for the relief team to arrive and release me from my desperate situation. When no one had turned up by five past, I found myself near to panic. I simply couldn't wait much longer. I looked across at Sandra, and catching my eye, she mouthed the word sorry, flipped her sign over to display CLOSED, then hurriedly departed from the room.
I looked after her in astonishment, unable to believe she'd just abandoned me. Customers began complaining in raised voices, and while a few gave up and left the bank in disgust, the majority shuffled over to join my queue. I almost burst into tears, barely able to maintain my outward composure. I kept working, hoping Sandra would return to allow me to get to the loo before it was too late, but she didn't reappear. Had she actually gone out for lunch and just left me to cope? Hadn't she realized that I was every bit as desperate to pee as her?
I kept working for another few minutes before the unthinkable happened: I lost control for a moment, releasing a squirt of urine into my knickers. That was it: I simply had to go. Had to. I flipped my own sign and stood up, acutely aware of the ponderous bulge in my abdomen. Irate voices followed me as I hurried to the door and staggered through into the corridor beyond, making a bee-line for the Ladies.
I was half way there, just passing the open kitchen doorway, when a hand shout out to grabbed my right arm. Startled, I lost control of my bladder again and more pee jetted into my knickers. I somehow clamped it off, but by now I was literally burning with desire to release the rest.
"Hey!" I exclaimed angrily, trying to pull free of whoever had hold of me, delaying me. Whoever it was dragged me into the kitchen where I found Sandra sitting on a chair, her. arms pulled behind her back and duct tape pressed over her mouth and cheeks.
Two other female members of staff had been similarly restrained, and standing between them, a gun in his hand, was a man in a black ski mask. I turned to see that the person who had grabbed me was similarly attired, and also armed. Still gripping my arm, he forced me towards a vacant chair. "Oh no, please," I pleaded, realizing what he was about to do. "I have to go to the loo."
"Shut up," he ordered sharply, forcing me to sit as his partner advanced with a roll of duct tape.
"No," I protested. "I really do need the loo."
"I told you to shut up," my abductor repeated. He sounded angry, so I complied, sitting with my thighs pressed firmly together as his companion taped my wrists behind me.
I was absolutely bursting to pee, and decided to risk a final plea for clemency. "Please let me use the toilet," I begged. "I can't hold--" A strip of duct tape was pressed over my mouth and cheeks, silencing my protest. Helplessly, I crossed my legs, tensing every muscle in an effort to hold on until this nightmare was over.
I noticed that the front of Sandra's grey skirt was wet; clearly they had not let her use the loo either. I tipped back my head in frustration, tormented by having had the prospect of imminent relief so cruelly snatched away for me. I began writhing in my seat, furiously bouncing my knees and breathing noisily through my nose in sharp, shallow gasps. I'd never experienced such a raging desire to pee in my entire life.
Suddenly, the kitchen door flew open, startling me and making me release another jet of pee into my underwear. A third man in a ski mask entered, saying, "The law's outside. Somebody must have tripped a silent alarm."
"Shit!" my captor exclaimed, then asked, "What about the money?"
"All loaded, but how are we going to get out of here? They've got shooters."
My abductor turned to face me. "With a hostage," he said, and stepping close so that he towered over me, he ordered, "Get up!"
My stomach knotted as I struggled to rise, and growing impatient, he grabbed my hair and lifted me. I moaned through my gag, still trying to keep my legs crossed, but he shoved me towards the door, forcing me to start walking. I hobbled, doing my best to keep my thighs pressed together, but his repeated shoves forced me to take longer strides.
He directed me towards the loading bay at the back of the building where a white transit van stood, back doors open, its interior crammed with bags. "Get in the van," my captor urged his colleagues. "I'll take her outside to make sure we get safe passage." He pushed me forward again, my every step now sending a jolt through my tortured bladder. I don't know how I managed to suppress the urge to wet myself, but somehow I did.
As we approached the entrance, I saw that police cars had blocked the street. Armed men crouched behind the vehicles, their weapons trained on us. Parked behind them at a safe distance, I noticed a media van with a camera mounted on the roof, recording the excitement for an entertainment-hungry audience.
An exchange started up between my captor and the police negotiator, but I wasn't listen. All my attention was absorbed in hopping from foot to foot and trying not to disgrace myself on national television. Suddenly, he rounded on me and snapped, "Stand still!" I shook my head, trying to tell him that I couldn't, but of course it came out as nothing more than an unintelligible mumble. He twitched the muzzle of the gun in my direction, and with a tremendous effort, I made my legs stop moving.
My breathing now tight and strained, I pressed my thighs together with all my strength to compensate for my lack of motion, but it was a poor substitute - my urge to pee intensified with alarming haste. I fought it as negotiations resumed, but within moments, urine began flowing again, this time uncontrollably. It quickly drenched my tights as it streamed beneath my skirt, snaking past my trembling knees and spilling down onto my calves. Most of it gathered on the pavement around my feet, but some collected in my shoes.
I glanced at the wet patch spreading over the front panel of my skirt, and knew that a similar blemish must be appearing on the back. I was utterly mortified and felt my cheeks flush with the embarrassment of actually wetting myself in public . I closed my eyes, grateful for the relief from the pain of a distended bladder, and doing my best not to think about the humiliation I would simply have to learn to endure.
After all, what else could I do? |
Well today was my day off, and since I had nothing better to do I wrote a story that I had been thinking about for about a week, I'd love any comments or criticisms, I might make others with different HP girls and please enjoy! ^_^
Hermione Gets Splinched
“Now where did I leave that book?” A young girl with bushy brown hair said to herself as she rustled through a pile of new and old books. It was early summer, and Hermione Granger had devoted most of the day to reading a book she had ordered on Apparating and Disapparating. As she was turning seventeen soon, she would soon be able to take lessons at Hogwarts and get her license to Apparate, and she wanted to be completely ready to take the examination by the time the school year started.
She passed by a mirror hanging on her door and paused to smooth out her clothes; she was wearing a pink T-shirt, just slightly tight, so it shaped around her smooth body, and slightly revealed the green bra she was wearing underneath, and denim jeans, despite the heat of the summer. She had stopped reading just before the final chapter to eat lunch, and she was eager to finish soon. She finally found the book; Apparating and Disapparating: A Beginners Guide to A Wizard’s Favorite Method of Travel and she sat down to finish it. “Splinching is one of the more gruesome consequences of inept Apparating” Hermione read aloud under her breath. “The witch or wizard who splinches themselves will be caught between their origin and their destination, some parts of their body will be stuck in one place, and the rest will be in another, a witch or wizard will be magically attached to their body, and will still feel the splinched body parts, but will be injured or rendered unable to move depending on what body parts have been splinched”. Hermione shuddered at the idea and imagined leaving an arm, a leg or her entire body stuck in one place until someone comes to help her. She continued reading, pausing only to reach and take a drink of iced tea which she had made for herself.
After only a short while, Hermione closed the book with a contented sigh, “Alright well that’s that” she said and stood up to stretch. She downed the rest of her tea, put the book away on a shelf and looked out the window, it was a cloudless afternoon, her parents were off working, as they were muggles they worked as dentists, and they left Hermione home often knowing how independent she was and how often she devoted herself to magical studies. The magical world seemed so far away, she had only recently mailed letters to her friends, and she didn’t expect them to return her letters for a while. “Well now what…” she muttered to herself, realizing that reading on apparating gave her no actual practice, and she desperately needed it. “I wonder, the ministry of magic has been in shambles since the return of Voldemort, and I have heard that their monitoring of young wizards has been shoddy all year, maybe I could practice”. Her stomach knotted a little just thinking about it, she would have to use a lot of magic to safely practice in a town full of muggles. She left her room, went down the stairs and headed out the door to her decent sized backyard, the sun was blazing and she actually doubled-back just to get another glass of iced tea, before pulling out her wand “Alright here goes nothing” she said, and she cast a simple charm that would keep muggles from wandering into the area, if they did they would remember something important and leave. Hermione waited for any response from the ministry, but none came. She sighed with relief, took another drink and cast several spells in sequence, spells that would ensure her privacy and ensure that she would have plenty of time to practice. “Alright let’s get started, I’ll try to apparate from here to the other side of the yard” She said getting nervous as the idea of splinching slipped into her head, she took a large gulp of iced tea and readied herself.
Hermione turned around suddenly and focused her mind; the appropriate way to initiate disapparation, suddenly she felt a pull and a feeling of being sucked through a tube, and Hermione was looking at the other side of her backyard, but from within her garden. “Oh no, I overshot it, better try again” she said, as she carefully stepped out of her garden and checked herself for any splinching, thankfully there was none. She was just getting into position when her bladder twinged, her iced tea was reaching her bladder, and it wanted to be known, but Hermione was determined to get the hang of this before doing anything else.
She practiced for almost an hour, each time ending up in any place but her target area, even once ending up on her roof, much to her own surprise. Once she climbed down she stopped, and squeezed her thighs together, the urge was getting bad, but that didn’t stop her from drinking another gulp of iced tea and readying herself for another go. “Once more” she said and she again turned around swiftly and began to apparate, however the sudden turn shook her bladder and her concentration wavered for a moment as the felt herself being sucked through the tight tube. This time it felt odd, as though she was moving through the tube but only from the waist up. Suddenly Hermione felt herself drop to the ground, and she landed flat on the grass, she looked up and her stomach dropped and she almost screamed in horror, she was looking at her own body standing still and straight across her backyard, but only the lower half. She turned herself around and saw she had splinched herself, only the part of her body above her waist had apparated to the other side of the backyard. Hermione’s wand was lying near her top half, but it was a few feet away. Hermione tried to crawl to it, which seemed to work, but suddenly she felt a tug, like being hooked on a fishing line coming from behind her. Then she realized, since her body was magically attached, she couldn’t move away from the spot she apparated, and therefore couldn’t reach her wand. She continued to try to reach for her wand, and only stopped when she felt her bladder ache, she still had to pee.
Hermione looked at her body, saw her legs shaped by her tight jeans, saw a bit of her bare stomach peeking above her waist-line, and even saw a bit of her blue cotton panties peeking above the top, but above that was nothing but air. She tried to will her body to move and saw her legs bend and press her thighs together which made her urge to pee less strong. “Okay this is bad, I’m splinched, and I need to call someone soon, or this is going to get even worse, think Hermione think” she said laying in the cool grass, trapped by her own desire to be perfect at magic. She turned and tried to reach her wand again, at least then she may be able to signal for help. She stretched as far as she could, but the wand was out of her reach. She laid flat on the grass, watching her own body squirm slightly as she willed her splinched half to move. She reached down instinctively to grab her crotch but only felt grass. As she laid there, the urge to pee getting worse and worse as all the iced tea she had drank flowed into her straining bladder, she saw a shadow pass above her, and when she looked up an owl passing overhead dropped a letter onto her forehead. She was so shocked and relieved she almost lost control, but she was able to rip open the letter and read the official handwriting of the Ministry of Magic: “Miss Granger, we have become aware of your attempts at apparating illegally, as well as your splinching incident as the result. Members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad will be sent to your location to undo your splinching as soon as possible, please wait patiently”. Hermione let the letter drop, she was saved, but who knows how long it would be, and who knows what kind of trouble she’d be in. Her swollen bladder ached and she knew she couldn’t last very long; still she would just have to wait until someone got her fixed.
Hermione laid on the ground waiting, pressing her legs together every so often to stave off the urge to pee. She waited staring at the grass for almost twenty minutes before her bladder spasmed, and she felt urine start to flow into her urethra and head for her panties. She squeezed her thighs as best as she could, watching her legs shake from her position on the ground, and unable to even grab her crotch, she tried to stop the flow of urine from escaping. However, she felt a spurt of pee escape and settle into her cotton panties. She was able to get a hold of herself for a while, and she rolled over to try to reach her wand again, but all that did was make her urge to pee worse, and another spurt slipped out before she could roll back. Hermione went a deep shade of red, she had always tried to ensure she never had to pee so badly she would wet herself, and yet here she was trapped by magic, leaking pee into her panties like a child. She gripped the grass and pulled, trying to do anything to make the urge less intense. She was on the verge of crying, she could do nothing to prevent a trickle from leaking into her panties, and when she looked up she could see a small wet patch on her jeans, slowing growing. She was panting from the effort of trying to hold on, and she could see that she was at her limit; nothing she was doing was slowing the trickle. Finally, she felt all the muscles surrounding her bladder go completely numb, and she realized this was it, she was about to pee her pants. She stared at her own dismembered legs as pee burst forward into her panties, wetting the hairs around her delicate privates and soaking the blue cotton fabric and they spread to her jeans. She looked in horror and shame as a dark wet patch spread from her crotch and spread down her legs. She could feel and see everything, and she could do nothing except watch as hot tears leaked from her eyes, she was burning with shame, but at least no one was watching. She peed in her jeans for what seemed like forever, and though she couldn’t see it she could feel that the wet ness had spread across to her shapely ass, and soaked everything along the way. Eventually, the stream began to die down, and finally stopped, leaving Hermione Granger, the star pupil of Hogwarts, lying on the grass, splinched, and wearing soaking wet peed in jeans. She didn’t even want the Ministry to get her when she was like this. She wished to just lie here forever, so no one could see her. A cool wind blew and made her wet crotch tingle. Once she got over the shock, she tried to move her legs, and felt the warm wet pee squish along her smooth legs and felt that some had pooled in her shoes. She gave a small sigh of relief, realizing that she had never had to pee that badly before, and despite her accident she was glad it was over. Now she just had to wait for the Ministry to arrive, and hope they would sympathize with her… |
Mia's desperate game of H.O.R.S.E.
Mia was awoken this morning by her cell phone vibrating off of her nightstand and onto the floor. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and grabbed it cursing whoever it was for blowing her up. 5 missed calls, 10+ text messages. "I'm popular today", she thought to herself. It was her good friend Andre saying that he was leaving for college the next day and he wanted her to come play some b-ball with him and his little brother. She shot him a quick text about destroying him as usual then climbed out of bed. There was no need to shower if she was just going to get sweaty. So she went to her closet and put on a tight white t shirt and a pair of short white basketball shorts. Mia ran down stairs grabbed her ball and headed to the courts, skipping the ever important morning bathroom trip.
The courts were nearly a mile from Mia's house and about half way there her bladder started to curse her for not emptying it before leaving. Knowing they had a restroom at the courts she wasn't worried about it. Besides after a few more blocks she forgot all about her need to pee anyway. Soon she was crossing the parking lot of the courts and she could see Andre trying to teach his brother his favorite crossover. She immediately started to get emotional realizing this could be the last time she sees Andre for months. "Look at this fool crying about the butt-whoopin I haven't even given her yet!",said Andre. "Shut up and hug me jerk", Mia replied.
"Let's play some ball before we ALL get emotional out here", Andre said tossing the ball to Sean, his little brother. About this time Mia attention was drawn back to the contents of the night before that were still in her bladder as a quick spasm shot through her. "Ok, but I need to use the bathroom real quick". "Damn, just showed up and already stalling the whooping", Andre told Sean as Mia jogged off to the restrooms on the opposite of the courts. Andre and Sean had just started warming up when Mia made her way back walking funny looking slightly worried, "that was fast", he said. "The bathrooms got vandalized again, the sign says they might not reopen them this time. This sucks I really have pee." "I don't know why those fools can't leave the bathrooms alone, oh well you can hold it let's play some H.O.R.S.E. so Sean can play and it won't put too much stress on your bladder", said Andre. In any other situation Mia would have refused and proceeded to hunt down a place to relieve herself. Knowing her ability to hold her water when at full capacity was extremely weak, but since she wasn't going to see Andre for awhile she had to hold on for at least a game. So she nodded in agreement and Andre started the game with a simple free throw that fell through no problem. Sean went second and also made it no problem. Mia should have also made this shot with ease but found it quite difficult while standing with her knees pressed together and back slightly hunched to help her hold on and she missed. "That's a H my friend", said Andre with a large grin on his face. "Shit", Mia said in frustration, more towards her steadily filling bladder than her missed shot. The game continued that way for some time with Andre dominating, Sean in a not so close second, and with Mia not even making a shot. "Damn girl you not looking so hot, you alright?", asked Andre no longer joking around. "Yea, but I have to go like... Now!". "Oh come on you can finish the game, right?" asked Sean looking disappointed. "Um, I'm sure I can". Mia said. "I hope I can," she added under her breath.
By the time it was her shot again she had begun dancing a bit uncontrollably. She knew the boys would be watching her but when she looked towards Sean he seemed to be staring towards her backside. At first she was confused but soon remembered his strange perverted obsession he had with girls and their panties. Sean had been caught many times in school and other places trying catch girls undressing or in other situations where he could see their underwear. After Mia remembered this she thought back to her wardrobe choice this morning. She hadn't changed out of the Victoria secret panties she had slept in. Which hot pink and probably completely visible under her thin white basketball shorts in her hunched over state. She was so embarrassed she almost burst into tears rite then and there. Just then Andre said, "Heads up!" Unfortunately for Mia that's all she had time for as the ball Andre just passed to her bounced up and her directly in the bladder area. This wall Mia could take as she lost control and her warm pee began to soak through her panties and shorts. A waterfall formed down the inside of her legs and another sprayed outward from the back of her shorts.
Now Andre and Sean both couldn't take their eyes away from the gorgeous derrière of the now bawling Mia. Who was in full squat with her face buried in her hands. She was devastated by the flood of her urine that carried on for a good minute and a half. Nobody wants to embarrass themselves, but for an incredibly shy teenage girl such as Mia with a mile walk ahead of her this could mean future therapy sessions. As the last few drips fell from her now saturated shorts to the Lake Victoria sized puddle under her Andre asked, "You ok, Mia"? "Do I look ok to you?", snapped Mia choking up a bit. "As a matter of fact, you look absolutely fine to me." With that Mia rose to her feet and stormed off heading home. Knowing he said the wrong thing Andre just let her go.
The wet, sticky, and humiliating trek home was almost too much for Mia to manage. She absolutely wanted to die! There aren't many people in this area that don't know her and she knew the ones that were driving past her were either recording or taking pictures of her on their phones. Her accident would probably be a trending topic by tomorrow. She couldn't bear the thought of that at the moment. After what felt like an eternity she finally back home. She went straight to her room to find fresh clothes to change into and a she walked by the mirror on her bedroom door she decided to inspect the damage. The stain was barely noticeable from the front but the entire backside of Mia's shorts as completely soaked and transparent. Mia could easily make out the word "P.I.N.K" across her ass, as could half the town that seen her walking. Once again Mia broke down into tears and gathered her things to take a shower.
The end.
I really hope you enjoy reading this. I really want to write more so all feedback is appreciated!
For a description of this girl go to introduction of Mia |
I'm not really into super heroes (other than batman) but I thought I'd give this a spin so here ya go.
Gotham City had once been a rich city but since the death of my father it had fallen into the hands of criminals, people were afraid to show their faces, most of it became unlivable. Most of it. I grew up in uptown Gotham, one of the few places GCPD had managed to keep clean of filth like the joker. But lately crime has gotten higher with no one to protect the town. I want to make a change but I don’t know where to start…
“Madame Wayne?” Alfred asked as he walked into my room. He was tall and refined, but he was getting old, his hair was white and balding and wrinkles had grown more apparent since the first time I met him when I was conceived. Alfred was dying, there was little chance of him being around to see my seventeenth birthday next year and the thought broke my heart.
“Alfred, I’ve known you my whole life, I’m practically related to you, call me Selina.” I grinned, but it was forced and sad. I was named after my mother, also dead… but that was long before I grew conscious enough to even speak. She died before my first birthday in a car accident, only that’s not what really happened.
“Selina, I promised your grandfather to protect your father and failed three years ago, now I must risk failing your father. I need to show you something I should have a long time ago, before things had gotten this bad.” He coughed into his arm and looked at me miserably, he knew he was making a serious risk, but sometimes you have to sacrifice things, sometimes the ones you love, for a greater cause.
He led me through the large manor, the empty manor. It had many material things, but without my father, without my mother I never met and without my uncle and aunt Tim and Barbara Drake who was often away on business and soon to be without Alfred the place was lonely and sad. I strolled forward till Alfred stopped at an old grandfather clock that had been there since before I was born.
“Forgive me for doing this Bruce.” Alfred prayed to the heavens and I noticed a tear fall from his face. He pressed a hidden button and the clock slid to the side revealing a tunnel. “Come Selina, it is time you discover your legacy.” He sighed heavily as he clicked on a flashlight and led me down, deep into the bowels of Wayne Manor. I followed obediently despite my fear.
Finally we emerged into a dark cavern, suddenly lights blazed on revealing how massive the cavern was, and how little I knew of my father. The cavern was filled with amazing vehicles and gadgets and display cases with curious objects and souvenirs of my father’s amazing past. In the center of the cavern was a computer with the largest monitor I had ever seen and I gasped amazed.
“Where are we Alfred?” All though I knew, finally I realized who my father was. The man of legend: Batman.
“This Madame Wayne, is the Bat cave.” He said impressively before frowning again. “I fear you must become the new hero of Gotham, you must be the new Batgirl.” He said heartbroken at what he was leading me into.
“I can’t protect Gotham..” I protested weakly. “I’m just a teenage girl.”
“A teenage girl with more fighting experience than any grown male fighter, professional or not, more agility than and Olympic gymnast, more intelligent than most adults. You have been trained for this your whole life, crime fighting is in your blood, becoming the hero that Gotham needs is your legacy.
“I… I am to be the next Batgirl?” I asked a we approached the center of the room and we approached the computer.
“Yes, and now we design your suit since the old one is word.” He said softly. “Computer scan Selina Oracle Wayne.” Alfred said as the computer scanned my body while I stood still. “Now I trust you can design a sensible costume?” He asked me. I nodded. “Then I will have other things prepared for this evening.” And he headed deeper into the cave.
Suddenly an image of me was on the screen and I took in my current sight. I was tall, with long and fit legs. My body was well developed including my breasts. I had long dark hair that fell to my mid back and deep blue eyes. I was slender and not particular muscular, despite the fact I could easily take down men thrice my weight with relative ease.
I quickly designed a sexy, yet sensitive outfit. A tight fitting suit that showed off all my curves in black with a golden bat symbol across the chest and a short black and purple cape and a mask showing off only my chin up to my lips. The material was some sort of flexible and thin suit that was somehow tougher than Kevlar.
Alfred came back after I placed the suit on over me, it felt like a second skin as I moved through it with ease in the boots that were fashionable without the stupidity of high heels. My gloves went back just before my elbow and was covered in three metallic spikes on both end. “What do you think?” I asked.
“Very nice, now here are some weapons of choice, batarangs, exploding batarangs, grappling gun, smoke pellets, remote control batarangs and tazer knuckles as they are called.” He said.
“Tazer knuckles?” I asked. He simply placed a small extension to my gloves on my knuckles.
“Electrically charged brass knuckles.” He explained he explained giving me the rest of my gear. “Now go, joker is terrorizing Gotham… as always… stop him now.”
“Can I take the bat-mobile?” I asked hopefully despite the urgent tone in his voice.
“You don’t even have a license.” He cried exasperated.
“Fine,” I muttered as I left for the darker streets of Gotham.
I found myself perched on top of a abandoned building as I found my bladder filling as I stared down to the ground to find Joker and Harley Quinn working on something within an abandoned warehouse. I considered leaving to go to the bathroom, but I knew that’s not what my father would have one so I observed the going on of whatever they were doing using a sonic hearing feature within my helmet.
“So you are going to spread Arkham to the entire tri-city are of Gotham, Metropolis and Dakota?” Harley asked an unseen figure.
“Yes, and quarantine all the people within it, I already have the city convinced, with the help of a certain Lex Luthor that is.” A vaguely familiar voice replied.
“And we still get the run?” Joker asked happily.
“SO long as you can keep the power yourself, there is always the threat of someone trying to take that for themselves, but I will only supply you with the top notch weapons. I must be leaving now, do you have the toxin activated?”
“Yes, it’s set to go off in an hour near Wayne Manor.”
“Perfect once the uptown Gotham is destroyed nothing will stop me from taking over, soon the world will bow before me.”
I gasped. Wayne Manor? I felt myself grow enraged. “First I stop Joker, then I deactivate the bombs.” I said taking a breath I ignored my aching bladder as I leaped off the building my cape extending so that I glided through the large pane of glass with enough force to shatter it as I landed atop Harley Quinn in time to see a figure leaving the building.
“Batman?” Joker cried frightened. “… No… you’re a Batgirl… I could have some fun with you.” He cried pulling out a gun.
I leapt up quickly and dodged bullets flying around me in expert maneuvers. Each somersault sent a pang in my bladder as I began to tremble.
“Is the bat scared?” Joker asked as Harley rose to her feet.
“Not a chance.” I said through gritted teeth launching a batarang towards him, disarming the gun as I launched the grappling hook at the wall, sending me towards joker so that I rammed into him, knocking him to the ground. I smirked as I stood atop him.
“You’re a super villain?” I asked, my voice thick with sarcasm. I didn’t see Harley sneak up behind me, or see her slam her massive mallet into the back of my skull. I collapsed to the ground instantly.
I awoke hours later to find myself bound to a spinning wheel while joker next to a table of daggers. He picked one up and grinned, I thought of pulling off your mask but I thought this would be fun, a little foreplay until I get to see your pretty little face, you are pretty aren’t you? You don’t wear a mask to cover a seriously disfigured face do you?”
“Shut up!” I called angrily trying to get off the wheel but I was completely motionless much to the dismay of my throbbing bladder as I stared at him angrily. I groaned quietly as Harley Quinn approached me walking as seductively as she could to impress the Joker. She grabbed my foot and gave it a spin sending me in a spiral as the wheel picked up speed. I felt my bladder slowly weaken as the speed began to nauseate me. Then I heard the deathly frightening “thwack!” As a dagger landed in the wheel near my head.
My bladder released a violent spurt into my thin white panties as it trickled to my mid-thigh. I grit my teeth as another dagger landed in the wheel as another spurt soaked my panties and slithered down to my knee. Then there was a loud crash as the wall exploded as my bladder burst at the same time.
In flew a green lantern I didn’t recognize, a super…girl and a much younger looking superman, as well as a much younger looking wonder-woman in a different uniform. I stared at them confused as urine streamed in all directions as the wheel spun. The stream could be seen as it trickled down my abdomen, thighs and spread out around my hips and but until one warm stain of urine covered me in nearly every area from just below the golden bat to my knees and the wheel stopped and I found myself dazed and confused. |
Yami sat in his fifth period class, the class right after lunch. He was trying not to fall asleep, since it was the most boring period of the day -- science. The teacher ranted on about her lesson, and Yami's mind drifted to Yugi. Yugi had promised him they would have a little fun later on in the day...
"Now, class, open your textbooks to page 599 and we will begin our water unit..." Water? Yami felt his bladder twinge, signaling that it was full. He thought of what he had to drink; a bottle of water, two cartons of milk, and several sodas after having a contest with Joey. Oh dear.
He shifted a little in his seat, trying to ease the slight pressure. It worked for a while, but ten minutes later, the pressure grew. It was dull, and he could still ignore it, but it was nagging him. He shifted again and forced himself to pay attention to the teacher.
"A single drop of rain water can soon grow into a puddle, and then a lake..." Yami groaned, this was NOT the lesson he wanted to hear about. The image of water falling to the ground tortured him. He crossed his legs under the desk and bit his lip, trying his best to ignore his bladder.
The period let out thirty minutes later. During the time, the teacher had popped a tape into the TV the room had and had the class watch a documentary about waterfalls, rivers, lakes, rain, and so on. Yami had to claw at his seat to keep from screaming. When the bell rang, he rushed out of his class and to the bathroom. Finding the one for males, he dashed into the bathroom...and gasped. The stalls were taken, as were the urinals. The sound of pee hitting the porclain didn't help him, either.
I'm gonna be late, he thought. WIth a groan, he bolted out of the bathroom and to his next class -- social studies. He ran inside just as the bell rang. He took his seat and sighed. Running didn't help his full bladder.
"Today, we're going to watch a movie about the Nile River..." the teacher started. Yami moaned -- why did every teacher had to choose THAT day to do lessons about water?
The movie was agonizing. It took the entire hour, and second after second was about water -- how it was cleaned, how people baathed in it, how people swam in it, and so on. To Yami, it was just torture.
His bladder was sending stronger signals that it wanted to be emptied. He closed his eyes and squirmed in his seat, his hands clawing at his legs.
"Yami," the teacher boomed, "sit still! I can see you moving around from my desk!"
Yami quicky froze, started by the teacher's comment. It send a spurt of pee out of him, settling into his boxers. He clenched, stopping it. "No," he whispered to himself, "I can't wet myself, not in front of everybody!"
Finally, the agonizing movie was over, as well as the period. The bell rang, and kids swarmed out into the hall. Yami pushed his way the the bathroom again, hoping it was empty. To his dismay, he found a LINE -- since when did boys' bathrooms had lines for them?
He knew we woudn't be able to wait in line, so he went to his last period of the day -- math. He sat down in his chair and bit his lip. More pee was threatening to spill out of him and into his underwear.
Yugi was in his class this time, and sat at the opposite side of the room by the windows. He saw Yami's distressed look and felt worried. I hope he's alright, he thought.
Yami crossed his legs, trying to give his trembling member a break. His bladder was completely full, and he felt how full it was by running a hand over his stomach. His badder was visible, sticking out of his stomach and buldging into his shirt. He caught Yugi staring at him and smiled weakly.
"Can someone tell me how many cubic tons an ocean can hold...?" Yami wanted to scream. First the water growing into lakes and rivers, the Nile, and now this? How could he have three teachers that had a subject related to water?
A student went up and solved the problem. Yami crossed his legs even tighter and bit his lip again. Another spurt escaped him, even longer than the first one. He squirmed in his seat and forced himself to stop. He felt a wet spot, but luckily it didn't show on his blue pants.
"Yami," the teacher called, "can you solve this problem on the board?" The teacher wrote something having to do with the ocean, much to Yami's displeasure. Gulping, he slowly stood up and made his way to the board. On the way there, his bladder contracted, sending out a two--second spurt. He managed to stop it -- barely.
At the board, he quickly answered the problem and, thinking nobody could see him, grabbed his crotch to keep from leaking again. He shifted from foot to foot slightly, hoping nobody could notice his dilemma.
Unfortunately, Yugi noticed, and gasped. He has to go, he thought. Why doesn't he ask the teacher to let him go?
What he didn't know what that Yami didn't like to ask teachers such questions. Once, he asked to go, and the teacher denied. He barely made it to the bathroom when class let out, and students made fun of him for weeks.
Yami finished the problem and went back to his seat. Glancing at the clock, he saw that there was twenty minutes into class. Hopefully, he could last twenty minutes and then walk home. The school bathrooms probably would be closed by then, so he would just go home and use his bathroom.
Another spurt dripped out of him. He grabbed himself again, moaning softly. He prayed nobody could see him holding himself like a child who desperately needed to pee.
The minutes slowly ticked by, making class feel like forever. The bell rang finally, and everybody left. Yami was the last one out. Just as he made it out the doorway, the teacher called him. Cursing his bad luck, he turned to the teacher.
"Yes?" he said.
"Yami," the teacher said, "you've looked distracted all class. Is everything alright?"
Yami nodded. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm just in a hurry to get home."
His bladder suffered another spasm, leaking pee again. Yami gasped and clenched. It stopped, thankfully.
The teacher noticed. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
The teacher sighed. "Alright, you can go now. You know where I'm at if you need me."
Yami thanked the teacher and ran out the classroom. As soon as he was in the hall, he grabbed himself with both hands. He heard flushing noises and ran past the bathroom. The line for them was even longer. Looks like it wasn't closed at all.
Still, he knew he wouldn't be able to wait, especially with the sound of water nearby. He continued running...until a strong hand grabbed him and pushed him into a locker.
"Wha...?" he cried, looking to see who his attacker was. Yugi.
"Y--Yugi, is that you?" he asked.
"Of course it's me," Yugi said. "What's with you? Why are you running around here like a lunatic?"
Yami didn't want to tell Yugi, who already knew what was wrong. Instead he smiled. "Nothing's wrong," he said.
Yugi smiled deviously and pushed Yami onto the lockers. WIth his free hand, he pushed onto Yami's bladder. Yami squeaked, his bladder giving way a little and letting out more pee. He brought his hand down to the tip of his member, pressing against it and cutting off the stream.
"Yugi, please don't do this," he begged.
Yugi ignored him and pressed more into his bladder while snaking his other hand down Yami's pants. He found Yami's hand and pulled it away, leaving the latter more desperate.
"Just let it go," he whispered while kissing Yami. Yugi's tongue danced with Yami's, while he played with Yami's "tool". Yami groaned and grinded himself into Yugi. He couldn't let go, especially since they were still at school. He wouldn't!
Yugi parted from the kiss and smirked. "Come on, I know you want to let it out, right? Don't you want to relieve the pain?"
Yami badly wanted to, but didn't let himself relax. What if somebody walked by and saw this?
Yugi seemed to understand what he was thinking of and moved his hand away. Yami sighed in relief, but it was cut short -- Yugi quickly slammed his hand into Yami's bladder. He started to spurt, and he thrust his hand back onto his crotch, but it was useless. The spurts quickly grew into a full--blown stream, soaking through his pants and dripping onto the floor. A puddle started to grow around their feet.
After a few minutes, Yami finished peeing. Yugi kissed him on the lips. "There," he said. "Was that so bad?"
Yami just grunted. He would get Yugi back -- as soon as they got home.
Please go easy on me guys, this is my first time writing omorashi. Thanks!
Edited April 1, 2012 by HoneyBunny
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Ready, Set... I Need To Go! by RetteLeana
“Bill? Hey, Bill? Are you awake?” Bill slowly opened his eyes to see his twin staring down at him, a mysterious grin upon his face.
“Um…yeah? Now I am. What do you want at…” He looked down to check his watch. “One o clock in the morning?” Tom smiled before laying down on Bill’s side, his arm falling out and pulling Bill closer. His lips nuzzled into Bill’s neck before quickly placing a kiss there. Bill giggled before turning his face to meet Tom’s lips head on, making both of them moan. Pulling away, Tom let his hand reach out to caress Bill’s cheek, smiling sweetly.
“Bill…I wanna play a game. Do you wanna play a game with me?” Bill frowned, clearly confused.
“Um…Tom, what are you talking about? What kind of game?” Tom smirked before letting his lips land on Bill’s ear as he whispered.
“A fun game. I promise. It will make you so happy.” Bill pulled away from Tom so he could look straight into his eyes.
“What the fuck, Tom? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom quickly rolled on top of Bill and pinned him to the bed, smiling widely.
“We’re gonna play a game, me and you. It’ll be fun, and it will be totally worth it in the end. Come on, baby brother. Let’s play!” Bill scoffed before giving the dejected looking Tom one last look. He hated the guilt he felt so he sighed before leaning up and kissing Tom’s cheek.
“Fine. I’ll play this game, but afterwards I wanna sleep.”
“If you’re gonna play, you need to follow all of the rules. Understand? No backing out at any point…got it, baby?” The use of the word ‘baby’ made Bill pay no attention to the rest of the sentence before smiling. Of course he would do anything for Tom. He loved him.
Tom quickly jumped up before grabbing the chair from the hotel desk and placing it in the middle of the hotel room. Going back over to Bill, he tugged lightly on the singer’s wrist until Bill stood, pressed tightly against Tom’s chest. Chuckling deep in his throat and sending vibrations from his bare chest to Bill’s, he lifted the boy before slowly placing him in the chair.
“Bill…I need to tie you up, now. Is that ok?” Bill shivered in excitement, hoping that this could lead to something arousing in the end. He nodded, giving Tom permission to tie him up, which he did. Before he realized it, there were four tight ropes tying his arms and legs to the chair. So tight that he couldn’t even move more than an inch in every direction. He looked up at Tom and stiffened when he saw the feral gleam in his older brother’s eyes. What the hell was he planning?
Kneeling in front of his restrained brother, Tom pulled out a pair of scissors before silently cutting off Bill’s boxers. It was easier this way, because Bill wouldn’t ask questions until after he was successfully restrained. Giving Tom a confused look, Bill opened his mouth to ask him what was going on but couldn’t help but moan as Tom grasped his exposed hardness in one hand. Tom’s magic fingers pulled for a little longer before giving up, letting Bill stay semi hard and flushed.
Standing up and heading across the room, Tom grabbed a cold bottle of water before walking all the way back to Bill.
“You want some water, baby? You must be thirsty.” Bill nodded. He wasn’t thirsty at the moment, but he wasn’t sure what Tom was playing at. This might be the last time he got water for the night. Oh, how wrong he was.
Tom smiled before uncapping the bottle and placing it to Bill’s lips. He dumped it slowly into Bill’s mouth until every single drop was gone. And not one single droplet of water escaped his mouth. After all, swallowing was his specialty.
Giving Bill one more clouded look, he grabbed another cold water bottle before once more pressing it to Bill’s lips. Confused but not wanting to disobey, Bill took all, well most, of the water in. A few droplets fell down his mouth, to his chin, to his chest, and finally resting in his belly button. But nonetheless, Bill drank as much as he could. Tom smiled successfully before patting Bill’s head like he was a small child.
“You’ve done good. Now, I’m going to bed. I’ll wake up in an hour, and don’t even think of making any noise to awaken me. If you do, you’ll be punished more.” Tom gracefully made his way over to the hotel bed before curling up under the blankets and letting his eyes close contentedly. He wasn’t planning on falling asleep, but even if he did he would be alright. He just wanted to close his eyes and hear Bill’s moans…he knew they had to come sooner or later…
Bill sat silently in his chair for about twenty minutes until he began to feel the effects of the excessive liquid in his body. He hadn’t used the bathroom since right after the interview had ended earlier that day, which had been over nine hours ago. Now he was really regretting not going again. He felt such a strange pressure in his lower stomach that made him feel a little nauseous, but he couldn’t help but squirm slightly when the intense need to pee overcame every other thought in his mind.
He had to have been sitting there for at least forty five minutes, right? No. It wasn’t even 1:30 yet. Oh god, he needed to pee. Why the fuck did Tom do this to him? What was his goal? Should he wake his twin up and tell him of his dilemma? He quickly shot that idea down. Tom had said not to wake him up, or he would be punished. He didn’t want any more punishment, so he resorted to simply squirming and moaning uncomfortably when needed.
Tom, still pretending to be asleep, was silently writhing against his own hand as he heard his brother moan. But soon, he knew it would get better. Pausing in his actions, he maneuvered himself so he could watch Bill and still seem asleep at the same time.
Twenty minutes had passed, and still Bill had to pee. The feeling was starting to get overwhelming, and as his eyes landed on his still semi erect cock, he moaned loudly. He couldn’t stand it. He needed to go!
“Tomi…god, Tomi please! Wake up…” Tom grinned. He knew Bill would crack, and now it was time for the fun to begin. He jumped out of bed, giving Bill a false angry glare before standing in front of him.
“What the fuck, Bill? I thought we said no waking me up. Now I’m awake. I just might have to punish you now.” Bill flinched back, but he still had the need to pee.
“Tomi, I need to use the bathroom. Please!” Tom eyed Bill carefully before laughing.
“Bill…I told you that you would be punished…” Pulling a cold water bottle from the mini bar, he uncapped this third bottle before placing it against Bill’s lips. When he struggled, Tom slapped him, the sound of the crack resonating throughout the small room.
“Fucking drink it, you whore. You woke me up, now pay the fucking price…” Swallowing his tears, Bill opened his mouth to take the water into his system. The bottle seemed ever ending, and as soon as it was done, another was placed at his lips.
“Please, Tomi…I need to use the bathroom! This isn’t helping!”
“I know, dumb ass. Now drink before I shove this bottle down your throat.” Bill started to cry as he let the liquid run down his throat, going into his stomach before heading straight to his bladder.
“Tomi…Oh god Tom! Please stop!” Tom grinned, throwing the now empty bottle to the side before patting Bill’s head.
“Mind if I use the bathroom? I really have to go…” Leaving Bill, he walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Making sure to make as much noise as possible, he relieved himself before washing his hands and walking back over to a teary eyed Bill.
“Fuck, Tom! Let me pee!” Tom shrugged, kneeling down in front of Bill before starting to run careful fingers over his throbbing length. Bill screamed, arching back that one inch he was permitted before starting to cry.
“Tom! It hurts too much! Please!” Tom was too far gone at this point, now ferociously tugging on the hardness.
“Bill…listen to me. When I tell you to, let yourself go. Got it?” Bill cried out again before cringing, nodding reluctantly. Hoping Tom would let him go soon, Bill started to let himself get lost in the feelings Tom was eliciting from his dick. The pleasure started overriding the painful need to empty his bladder as he started to reach his climax.
“Tomi…Oh Tom, please…God, I’m so close…” Tom laughed, almost a giggle as he leaned to the side, his hand still pumping Bill’s leaking cock.
“Ready…set…GO!” Bill screamed, arching his back further, pulling on his restraints as he let himself go. pee streamed out of his cock like some fucked up fountain, landing on the ground around Tom and soaking into the hotel room carpet. In with the pee was his own come, making the experience that much more enjoyable, but humiliating at the same time. Soon finishing up releasing himself all over the room, Bill started to cry.
“Tomi…ugh, Tom let me out of this…” Tom gave him one crazy smirk before bringing his hand up to his lips and licking off the mixed substances. Bill moaned at the sight, but wanted nothing more than to clean himself up. Tom chuckled as he realized that Bill really wanted to get out. Standing quickly, avoiding the wet carpet areas in front of him, he grabbed the last bottle of water. He gently let the water run down Bill’s now parched throat before placing the bottle on the desk. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Bill’s forehead before slowly returning to his bed and climbing in. Bill turned his head to widen his eyes in shock at his brother. Was he just going to leave him there?!
Heavy snores filled the room, and Bill began to cry. This was so uncomfortable! Tom had forgotten him tied up to the chair!
He rested his head back before deciding he should just sleep as well. His eyes fluttered closed and he was about to pass out before that intense, extremely recognizable feeling attacked his insides…
He had to pee… |
"Go Harry!"
Hermione and Ginny shouted words of encouragement to Harry and the rest of the Griffindor team as they soared around the Quidditch pitch, desperately trying to outmatch Slytherin in a particularly intense match.
Ron was with Dean and Seamus, so Hermione decided she wanted to sit with Ginny and have "girl-talk". While Harry and Ron were certainly entertaining and loyal, sometimes Hermione just wanted to talk to other girls; unfortunately, her know-it-all attitude effectively isolated her from the rest of the girls. Hermione was used to being badmouthed by girls in every house, and mainly confided in Ginny whenever Harry or Ron weren't available. Ginny was just happy to be around Hermione, a girl two years her senior, and someone who Ginny respected.
Both Hermione and Ginny had their traditional Griffindor outfit on-the customary buttoned white shirt, red and gold tie, robe, knee-length skirt, and stockings. As the players continued to race around the field, Hermione felt a gust of wind threaten to blow up her skirt and expose her plain cotton panties to the onlookers; fortunately, she managed to firmly keep her skirt down with both hands. Ginny, who hadn't worn too many skirts growing up with only brothers, was unprepared for the sudden gust that grasped her shirt and flung it upward. With a gasp, Ginny looked on in horror as her pink thong was buffeted by the breeze. Ginny had never liked the drab cotton underwear that Hermione seemed to find comfort in, opting for more scandulous choices. On this occassion, Ginny was embarassed at the peep show she had accidentally given anyone watching, a managed to tackle her skirt before further damage ensued. Looking around, Ginny was relieved to see that nobody witnessed her accident, and Hermione simply pretended not to notice as Ginny smoothed down the crevices of her skirt. After fixing her image, Ginny took a drink of her pumpkin juice, and continued cheering as Wood blocked another goal.
Around 15 minutes later, Ginny felt a small pang in her abdomen as her bodily fluids coursed through her body with renewed vigor. While Ginny tried to ignore the sudden urge, her bladder continued growing in size, and she was constantly irritated by its motions. Subconsciously, she rubbed her legs together in an effort to relieve some of the mounting tension. To her left, Hermione sat intently focused on the game when she noticed her own abdomen beginning to swell. Hermione had two goblets of pumpkin juice during breakfast, and while she traditionally had a strong bladder, she felt her resolve beginning to slip. Not willing to miss the match, Hermione simply grimaced and shifted her legs in an attempt to get her mind off of her bladder.
After another 10 minutes, Harry and Draco were still searching for the Quaffle, and the game seemed to have no intention of finishing anytime soon. At this point, light perspiration was beginning to form on Ginny's forehead as she strained to control the mounting tension inside of her throbbing urethra. Normally, Ginny was fairly outgoing and would have no problem speaking up about her bodily needs; around Hermione, Ginny wanted to be respected and treated as equal, so she maintained silence as she continued to struggle. Making sure Hermione wasn't looking, Ginny quietly moved the hand rested on her lap into the folds of her labia in an attempt to supress the volumes of liquid threatening to sneak through her peehole.
Meanwhile, Hermione was feeling her own bladder cry for attention, but tried to focus on maintaining control. When she looked to her side, she noticed Ginny's face was slightly red, and she seemed to be squirming uncontrollably. Hermione quickly deduced that her friend was having the same bladder problems that she was, especially when she heard Ginny quitely moaning under her breath.
"Ginny. Do you want to come use the loo with me?" Hermione asked innocuously, in an attempt to preserve both her diginity as well as Ginny's.
For her part, Ginny seemed almost relieved that Hermione had brokered the subject without Ginny's prompting. "Yes," she replied, "I don't think we'll be missing much if we hurry."
As Hermione and Ginny began their trek from the Quidditch pitch to the bathrooms a quarter mile away, Ginny began feeling her resolve slip as her recycled pumpkin juice slammed against her urethra. Ginny gasped and put her hand between her leg as she felt a tiny drop gain freedom from her womanhood and create a dime-sized spot in her otherwise immaculate pink panties.
"Um, Hermione?" Ginny asked, her self-control and dignity slowly seeping away, "I think we should probably hurry over to the loos. I've been bursting for quite sometime, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it."
Hermione was facing a predicament of her own. The urine coursing through her was begging for an exit, and she too didn't know if she could pee without having a messy accident. "I've been dying for a pee also Ginny, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it." Hermione copied Ginny and stuck her hand between her legs to stop the tsunami building up inside of her body.
They continued on until the bathrooms were finally in sight. Both Ginny and Hermione moaned sighs of relief, and quickened their paces in an effort to dispose of their urine. Unfortunately, as they approached the bathrooms, Pansy and her Slytherin posse of girls stepped out of the bathroom and recognized the pair with a sneer.
"Granger and Weasley! I didn't know that you'd leave the Quidditch pitch, I figured you'd watch Harry as much as possible. I guess that means you're pretty desperate, huh?"
"Pansy, quit messing around and leave us alone. We haven't done anything." As Hermione spoke, she took her hands out from between her legs, allowing a small streak of yellow to run through her formerly pristine panties.
"I don't think I'll leave you alone. In fact..." Pansy quickly cast the immobilizing spell on Hermione and Ginny and laughed as she saw the fright in their eyes. "Girls, I think you should quit strutting around the school, pretending that you're something special. In fact, to teach you a lesson, I'll humiliate you both here today."
Pansy knocked Ginny in the stomach with a spell, causing the previous immobilizing charm to burst. Unfortunately, the spell sent Ginny flying to the ground, with her knees up and skirt in full display. The sudden motion was too much for Ginny's bladder, and Hermione watched in horror as her friends panties darkened as urine spread throughout them. When her panties were fully saturated, the pee began trickling into Ginny's stockings, down her legs, and into her shoes, creating streaks up and down her inner thighs. As Ginny's eyes filled with tears as she put her legs down, the puddle around her ass spread impressively until, after roughly a minute, Ginny's taxed bladder had finished spraying.
Hermione could only look on with horror as Ginny sat in the dirt, crying, with her skirt and panties completely darkened front and back. Pansy could only laugh, and turned to Hermione with a sneer. "Don't worry Granger, I've got something special planned for you." Pansy cried "Levicorpus!" and Hermione felt her body twist upside-down and gently float in air. She hazily saw an image of Pansy approaching her, then felt a forceful pressure in her stomach. Hermione's streaked panties quickly filled up with pee as well, but instead of running down her legs, the pee obeyed the rules of gravity and ran down Hermione's shirt and quickly covered her face. Hermione tried to scream, but her mouth quickly filled with pee, and she rapidly spit it out and suffered her humiliation silently. Hermione suddenly dropped to floor as Pansy and her crew left Hermione and Ginny to their accidents.
Hermione looked over at Ginny, and instead of seeing the embarassment and humiliation Pansy had hoped to create, she saw Ginny's eyes narrow in anger. Hermione stood up, surveyed the damage on her and Ginny, and said, "Don't worry Ginny. I know how to get Pansy back."
So, I intend to write a follow-up to the story, but I wouldn't mind taking requests on what direction the story should play out. Also, does anybody want to see messing in the next chapter? I'm willing to write it, but if people are turned off by it or don't think it should be in the story, I'm fine with omitting it. |
The Solar Rings of the Milky Way
Episode One “Susan and the Ring”
From deep within the blankets, a curled figure snored upon her rickety bed which was lumpy and dotted with uncomfortable sleeping areas upon it. The quilt over the top was frayed and faded beyond anything washable, and the person sleeping within was starting to stir.
The room was quiet and still. The trailer was dark in every room, and even at the back of the small dwelling, through the great bear’s den, the bear was resting peacefully. Susan was safe while the bear hibernated, but once it awake, her real hell would start.
A sleepy heavy feeling hand slid down the girl’s chest, down her belly, and reached into her crotch were she felt a cooling clamminess which fully caused her eyes to pop open, and the quilt and blankets on top of her erupted off of her as she checked the bed and saw a great lake of darkened sheets and a little pee gathered around her butt!
“Not again,” she hoarsely whispered to herself, her eyes wide as saucers. “He’s going to be really upset when he finds out,” she admonished herself in a whisper. “Why can’t you grow up and stop wetting the bed at sixteen years old?”
Susan’s dark blond, or very light brown hair, hard to tell which, sat in curls around her chubby face and hung down to the small of her back. Her top was a bright bubble gum pink color, but at the ends, closest to her butt and legs, it was a bit darker and almost appeared red in color. Her panties were also pink, but a bit more faded, and around her butt and between her legs, they were so dark, they also appeared a light shade of red.
She walked to her dresser, which was no more than two steps from her bed as the room was so small, and she pulled a drawer out to look for clean undies and a bra. Her school uniform, a white blouse with red ribbon and red and green plaid skirt were laid out in the living room.
Susan took her undies and pulled her door carefully open to limit the squeaking. She didn’t intend on hiding the wet bed because her dad would definitely see it, but she definitely wanted to get into the bath before he got up and started yelling at her about it.
She walked quietly down the hall towards his bedroom praying that the floor wouldn’t creek as she approached the bathroom. She could still feel a little urine in her bladder, and wanted to get to the toilet to release it knowing that getting it on the floor would be even worse than wetting the bed for her.
Suddenly, as she was about to open the bathroom door, the back door opened to the bear’s den, and he stood there looking down at her with his eyes full of anger and his form bearing over her to the point that she shook from his sudden appearance, and then a small river started to snake out of her panties and slide down her left leg just before the main water fall burst through the reddening material to pour onto the floor between her legs.
“wetting your pants again?” he seemed to growl though his eyes looked sleepy. He pushed her back away from the door and stepping right in her urine that was on the floor, he went into the bathroom and closed the door while she could only stand there and let the rest finish dripping through her panties to her thighs and the floor.
Susan was not happy at home. She always had to deal with the bear that wouldn’t even let her call him daddy or anything like it. It was always “Father” with him, and really the only thing that he did that she appreciated was make sure she had a place to sleep, had food at night, and had the means to wash her clothes. It may have taken some work, but it wasn’t really love or care that he gave her.
She waited outside the bathroom door until she heard the shower come on. “Great,” she thought to herself. “Now, he’ll hog up the shower on me, and I’ll have to go to school smelling bad. I hate him!”
She went to the kitchen, found her private rag under the sink, and wet it so she could at least wipe the pee from her legs and her butt before she changed into her clean undies and her school clothes. The man would come out demanding that she made breakfast, and she would have no choice but to abandon all other things until he was pleased which would mean, they would be in the car and on the way to him dropping her off at the library parking lot where she always walked to school from. It was going to be such a terrible day!
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Susan climbed out of the car, her smell still reaching up to her nose making her sweat because she was sure others would smell it too, and she closed the door without another word to the man who was driving.
She was just walking from the parking lot when a kind of shadowy form appeared not far from her. It looked a little like a man, but the face was only hinting at eyes, a nose, and a mouth because the shadow seemed to cover it like a mask. The form was liquid when it moved, and it seemed as though only a magic creature of some kind could truly do the kinds of movements this “boy” did.
“Girl, come here,” it beckoned her.
Susan was streetwise, and she knew that it was a bad idea to go talk to the shadow, but something drew her over to it, though she wasn’t sure if it was curiosity, or if it was some strange power that the boy possessed.
“I have something for you that will even the odds.”
“Even the odds?” she looked at him blankly.
“You are bullied at school, aren’t you?” he asked her. “You are always made fun of, and you don’t have any friends because people don’t think you are important. Am I right?”
Susan looked where his eyes should be, her mouth dropping a moment. After a good minute of silence, she asked. “Who are you?”
“I am not important, but this is,” and a ring fell from his shadowy for to her hands which seemed to open up to him without her own free accord. “You use this ring, and no one will ever make fun of you again.”
Susan smiled up at the dark form, but to her surprised, it seemed to be fading as though someone had slowly turned up the lights. And finally it was gone, but she still had a ring with an aquamarine colored stone in it.
“Right,” she laughed to herself, but she still put it on her finger on her right hand and then skipped off to school.
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Just to be clear: This is NOT Sailor Moon, it is a parody which mimics some of the ideas related, however, the focus is on the Four outer Sailors who are NOT good in this parody. They are Evil, and will meet the Sailor Moon Girls at one point or another. |
Josh walked up the pathway to his brother’s house, clutching his duffel like a lifeline. He nodded to his parents’ driver as the man left his big bag at the front door before going back to his car. The boy took a nervous breath and reached up to ring the doorbell.
The ten year old had been sent to stay with his two older brothers for his summer break because his parents had to travel out of country for work and they felt that it would be best for their youngest to get to know his older brothers better. His oldest brother, Jason, was a high school gym teacher and let their other brother, Alex, stay with him while he attended university. Since both his brothers were a lot older than him Josh didn’t know them that well and that was currently adding to his anxiety about staying somewhere without his mom and dad.
Josh looked up nervously when 19 year old Alex answered the door. The middle brother had the same bronze gold hair that his brothers had but was much leaner in comparison to his two brothers.
“Hey dude! Come in, come in.” Alex said, holding the door open while his brother stepped inside. “How was the drive over?”
“It was good.” Josh said, looking around nervously. “Mom and Dad say hi.”
“Yeah? That’s good.” Alex said, automatically crouching in front of his brother to help him with his coat and bag.
Josh smiled faintly at Alex as the older teen helped him out of his jacket and took his bag. He shifted slightly, bending one knee over the other. He had had to pee from the time he got off the plane but didn’t have the opportunity. Since then he’d had a two hour drive and now he was desperate to pee.
Alex was just taking Josh’s bag from him when Jason came in, smiling warmly at his youngest brother.
“Hey buddy!” The twenty five year old said, bending down to hug Josh tightly.
“Hi Jason.” Josh responded, hugging the Rugby player back and smiling slightly. “Thank you for having me.”
“Our pleasure bro.” Jason told him honestly, pulling away to look at Josh better. “You hungry?”
Josh nodded, looking around for a bathroom as he was lead into the kitchen. He really wanted to ask if he could go but he couldn’t make himself and his bladder throbbed painfully as a result.
‘I made pizza.” Jason told him as he helped the small child into a chair at the table. Josh smiled faintly and nodded, to preoccupied with his need to relieve himself to care all that much about dinner.
Alex came in from bringing the other bag in and started to pour drinks as Jason set the food on the table.
“We’ll give you a tour after supper.” He said, putting a glass of milk down in front of Josh as Jason cut the pizza.
“Okay.” Josh said. His brothers were nice and they all got along well when they were together but the boy was still nervous about being away from home for the first time without his parents.
Halfway through dinner Josh was literally the most desperate he thought he’d ever been in his life. He had stopped eating and was holding himself under the table as his legs bounced, trying to help him keep it in. he knew his brothers were suspicious and looking at him questioningly but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
His poor little bladder lasted forty five more seconds before the child felt his underwear start to get warm and wet, followed by his crotch and then the seat of his pants, a dripping now being heard on the hardwood floor as Josh continued to pee.
Josh made a scared little sound somewhere between a whine and a gasp as he wet involuntarily. His brothers were looking at him in convern, both trying to figure out what was wrong with Josh.
“Josh? You okay?” Jason asked carefully, studying his brothers facial expressions. The moment Josh was spoken to he burst into tears and covered his crotch with his hands.
Alarmed at the sudden outburst Jason jumped up and rushed over to Josh’s side, crouching down beside his brothers’ chair. Immediately he smelled the sharp scent of urine and looked to his brother’s lap. He gently pushed the chair back and pushed away Josh’s hands to confirm his suspicions.
“Aww poor Joshy.” He said, rubbing Josh’s back and then picking the hysterical child up and settling him on his hip. “Al, can you bring Josh’s bags upstairs please?”
Alex nodded, wincing when he saw the soaked state of his brother. He quickly took the bags upstairs for Jason and then cleaned up downstairs.
“S-sorry Jace.” Josh whimpered, holding onto his brother as they went upstairs to the bathroom.
“Don’t be sorry buddy, I should have shown you the bathroom first thing.” Jason said, rubbing Josh’s back as he carried the boy into the bathroom.
Jason was able to start a bath and hold his brother at the same time. When the water was at the right temperature he set the quiet boy down and helped him peel off the wet clothes. The teacher talked quietly to his brother to keep him calm. After helping Josh into the tub and then turned to leave the room to give the boy some privacy.
“NO!” Josh exclaimed, grabbing Jason’s wrist in his panic. “Don’t leave me.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll stay.” Jason told him, hiding his surprise as he sat down on the closed toilet lid.
By the time Josh was clean he was half asleep and was totally quiet. Jason helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel before caring him into the guest bedroom and getting him to pick out some pyjamas to wear.
Once Josh was dressed and had his stuffed Tiger Jason set him on the bed, pulling out the story book from the duffel.
“Would you like me to read to you?” He asked.
Josh nodded shyly, putting his thumb in his mouth and sucking on it. Jason lay down beside him and opened the book, beginning to read evenly and calmly. By the time the man was done the first book Josh was peacefully asleep against his side, sucking his thumb and holding the lion.
A/N- First solo peice ever! Please tell me exactly what you think, constructive critisism=gold |
I can’t believe I’m doing a Family Guy fan fic. Some one requested this so what the heck. I just watched an entire episode of Family guy for some ideas. Well, here goes nothin’.
You know, it seams today that all you see is violence in movies or sex on TV, but Peter Griffin is here to bring back those good old fashioned values we used to rely on. Give it up for the family guy, Peter griffin. So Louis is giving him some money to go shopping one day. “Now remember Peter, don’t touch this money ‘til you get to the grocery store.” She began as she pined some cash to his shirt. You could see the annoyance in his eye. “then buy one can of beans and come strait home. Do you understand!”
“Louis, I’m a guy you can trust with a task.” He assured, but then he goes off about how he almost conquered the dragons layer. Louis gave him a weird look as he stood their recalling some fantasy of his. “Now what does that have to do with anything?” She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him while he spaced off. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “I hate it when he does this. He’s got the whole family doing it now except for me and Chris. Brian is the worst.”
“Hi Louis.” Brian greeted, startling her.
“Oh, Brian.”
“He’s doing it again huh!”
“You do it too you know.”
“I do not.”
“Well, I’m off.” Peter said when he finally woke up from his flash back. Louis huffed it off.
For the remainder of that day she tidied up around the house waiting for Peter to get home with the beans. Stewy sat next to Brian watching the Star Wars trilogy, fidgeting a little. He felt the uncomfortable need to use his diaper. He didn’t feel like soiling it just yet. They didn’t own the movie, they were watching it on cable. He decided to wait until commercial break.
Louis sat down next to them, exhausted from cleaning all day and waiting for Peter. She wanted to make burritos for dinner. Louis had everything she needed except the beans she was waiting for. Stewy’s urge for relief grew quickly since his bladder and bowels were smaller then a tennis ball and he couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom yet, being as young as he was. He new if he soiled himself too quickly, his mother would either have to change him now, or later. He didn’t want to miss the movie, but he didn’t want to wait in a dirty diaper either, so he waited to pee and poop. His squirming and wiggling made it obvious.
Louis didn’t take notice at all. She never notice her baby boy talking in full sentences with an outrageous vocabulary and devious intentions unless he spoke directly to her, let alone noticing his predicament. Brian was perfectly aware though. He usually talked to him when his family members weren’t around. He couldn’t help himself this time. “Hey, Stewy.” He whispered into his ear. “What the hell are you doing.”
“What dose it look like I’m doing?” Stewy snapped.
“Being a total dush bag.”
“Yah, screw you too. I’m just watching the Star Wars trilogy.”
“All right.” He watched TV with a smirk while Stewy pressed his hands in his crotch, double crossed his legs and groaned and moaned and farted periodically. Brian kept his eyes facing the TV quietly and smiled about how stupid he sounded farting and groaning. “Shadup!” Stewy snapped. Brian laughed at him.
His bladder felt rock hard and his bowels were about to burst. Stewy bounced in his seat and rocked violently when suddenly, he winced as he squirt in his diaper. The wet fluid spilt down to his crack as the wetness caused another squirt to pierce his opening. He gripped his penis and pinched his but cheeks as hard as he could, but to little prevail. He shivered in desperation as the pee kept penetrating his weakening grip in spurt after spurt.
Finally, his muscles collapsed, allowing the stream to jet through to the padding of his diaper. Poop forced it’s way out to pile up in the back. He felt his butt getting soaked as his diaper expanded and a yellow stain formed on the front and bottom. Tired, he just let it go in his pants and sighed. At first, he felt mortified that he actually had an accident in front of Louis and Brian like a little baby. Wait, I am a little baby. He recalled. Immediately he stopped caring, except he felt extremely unclean now. The commercials hadn’t come on yet so he had to wait to be changed. His diaper bulged in the back from his mess which pressed against his skin as he sat there trying to enjoy the movie. The sloshy padding bulged on the out side and made his skin feel soggy and sting slightly. Stewy couldn’t concentrate on the movie.
At last it was commercial break. “Mom.” He called. “Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom.” He taunted. “Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mommy, Mommy…”
“Don’t start that again please. What do you want?” She said exasperated about her husband. She wasn’t very confident that he’d actually come home with the beans, or at all for that matter.
“Can you change me.” He requested shamelessly. “I made a Darth duty. I Sithed, my pants. My diaper’s gone over to the dark side. I’ve got pages of these I could go on.”
“Stewy, those weren’t even funny in the Star Wars parody we did for that company.” Brian criticized while Louis carried him off to the bathroom. “Yah screw you too Brian!” he waved his fist at him as he entered the bathroom with his mother.
Louis placed him down on the changing pad she laid out on the bathroom counter. She pulled down his pants to revel the yellow stained, bulging mess he’s made. Louis undid his diaper, dumped his small turds into the toilet and rolled up the diaper into a squishy ball to throw away. As she saw the pee drip from the sides, she had a crazy thought. What would it be like to have an accident. She wasn’t too interested in finding out, so she got out a clean diaper and contemplated on the matter.
When she was about to put it on him, he suddenly squirt on her, getting pee he had left over on her face and her shirt. “Oomph! Dam it Stewy!” He laughed and pointed at her. Brian poked his head around the corner to point and laugh as well. They pointed and laughed at her together as she growled.
“Okay! Okay.” He giggled. “Go ahead.” She lifted his legs to get the diaper underneath, and he squirt on her again. “Stewy!” Again, the baby and the dog burst out in laughter. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists at her sides and began to loose her temper. “Sorry! Sorry. That’s it, I’m done. That was the last of it.” She took a deep breath and tried again to be sweet and put the diaper on him. Once again, Stewy squirt her in the face. Again the boys laughed their heads off.
She abruptly grabbed the baby and held him over the toilet. “Just finish all ready!” Sensing danger, Stewy obeyed as she heard a light trickling of urine hit the toilet water. It slowed to a stop quickly, then he pinched off the last two drops of pee he had left. “Okay, you done now?” Louis said sweetly.
“Yah, I’m done. It’s not funny any more.” She put him back on the changing pad to finally put his diaper on, but the baby squirt her again. As they burst out in laughter one more time, Louis lost her temper. In a flash, she blew up and started pounding on Stewy’s butt. “OWOWOWOWOW!!!!!OW!!OW!!OW!!AHAHOW” Stewy cried as her hand slapped mercilessly against his butt. Brian fell over laughing, gripping his ribs with his arms. “YOUR NEXT MUT!!!” She shouted, throwing her shoe at him. He bolted out of the bathroom. “Oh god OH GOD!” He yelped.
At last Louis put on Stewy’s diaper and taped it shut. She then pulled up his suspenders, set him on the floor and smacked his butt one more time to get him to bug off. He darted out of the bathroom giggling about the whole thing never the less. Louis’ went to her room to change her shirt. It had pee on the breast area. She slipped it off to expose her black, lacey bra and slipped on a green shirt.
Her eyes lit up when she heard the door bell ring. “Peter!” She cheered. Of all the stupid thins he did, she loved him, and she missed him when he left for that long. Her smile disappeared when she found out it was just a delivery man. “Special delivery for Peter Griff…” SLAM!!! The door smacked his face and bloodied his nose as he dropped the package full of shattering glass, cursing and groaning about his nose on his knees. Louis was heading back to the living room when the front door suddenly opened. To her wonder, it was Peter.
“Peter, where have you been? You left for the market six hours ago! Did you get the beans?” Louis cursed herself for saying something like that after her beloved husband got home after that long.
“Louis, I got something better. You know how you always wanted a real diamond wedding engagement ring?” Her face lit up and a great smile bloomed on her face. “Oh my God!” She gasped.
“That’s right, I bought a horse!” The smile completely dropped from her face and fell back into the deep pit of her heat, replaced by a scowl. Sure enough, a big, smelly horse cam walking through their front door.
“You bout a HORSE! Why the hell did you… I didn‘t even give you that much money!”
“That’s what I thought Louis!” He recalled the auction he attended in Louie Ville.
“Sold!” The auctionist shouted out to the crowd. “To the gentlemen from Quahog (Co-hog) Road Island.” Every one clapped and cheered. “Congratulations sir, what brings you down to Louie Ville?”
“I don’t know!” He said simply.
Louis examined the horse he purchased. His eyes didn‘t come into focus. His face didn’t make any eye contact, interaction with the humans or acknowledgement of their presence whatsoever. His off centered stare creaped her out. “Peter, there’s something off about that horse.” She worried.
“You have an eye for animals Louis. This horse is brain damaged. That’s why I got it so cheep.” The horse started bashing wholes in the wall with his skull for no apparent reason, as if to demonstrate his stupidity, giving himself a minor concussion and causing him to collapse on the floor.
The whole family stood their watching as Peter and Louis discussed the matter.
“Peter, I don’t think it’s wise to have a brain damaged horse as a house pet.”
“Shadup! You don’t know nothin’, ‘bout anything.”
“What ever Peter, fine!” She huffed. “Keep the horse!”
“Good. This family works much better when we’re unified. You’ll see this horse will be a fine addition to this family.” Peter assured as he stood the horse back on it’s feet.
Suddenly they heard water splashing against the floor from under the horse, pooling into the ground under his feet. It formed a massive puddle that almost reached Peters. “You know what, I don’t want him to feel self conscious. Everybody pee.”
“Peter!” She protested. “We’re…”
“Every body pee, now!” He inserted. The family stared at him for a long awkward moment.
“We’re an unusual family.” Stewy commented.
“I wanna pee!” Chris cheered, throwing his hands up. At that, he let urine trickle through his pants and onto the floor, forming a wet spot on his pants. Peter joined in, praising him. “Good, good. Now if we can get the rest of you to join in I thing he’ll feel comfortable about the whole thing. He wont be alone, ya know?” Louis blushed. It was truly an experiment she wanted to try, but she didn‘t fell comfortable doing it in front of Megan or even Peter himself, who had already peed himself. Brian shrugged and got down on all fours as a dog should, then lifted his leg to add to the large puddle formed by Peter and Chris.
Louis finally gathered the confidence to join the family. She let go in her pants. The pee sprawled throughout her panties and drizzled down her pant legs. It soon leaked onto the ground. It took a half a minute to form a wet spot in her crotch and pant legs as the puddle grew under her feet. Megan gawked at her in shock that she joined the men. Finally she decided “Eh.” and she let it go in her pants as well. Her pants were quicker to form a wet spot at her crotch. It sprawled throughout her pants and soaked her rump. Her urine reached the floor and formed her puddle as it grew to fuse with the family puddle.
Soon the whole floor under them became wet from the horses pee and every one else’s pee, and it just got bigger. Pee streamed from the crotches of every family member except Stewy. “Thanks every one.” Peter praised. Then he looked at Stewy, who still looked dry. “How come you’re not peeing.” He asked him. Stewy stalled for a moment. He abruptly undid his suspenders, yanked his pants down, and squirted on Peter. “Oh! God DAMIT Stewy!” Stewy ran off with no pants giggling down the hall way as the whole family burst out in laughter and pointed at him while he spit out some of the pee that hit him in the mouth.
Here's a link to see the episode I got this from. http://www.cucirca.com/2009/03/02/family-guy-season-7-episode-8-family-gay/ |
I finally got around to writing another story! I'm not sure how many people will even care about this since I don't think I've seen anyone even mention Homestuck on the site. But I had a lot of fun working on this and I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it too.
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Her legs were going numb, the strain of being spread on the floor and forced to squat in place was killing her. Her knees were starting to buckle under her weight, her body shaking with both exhaustion and need. Pupil-less eyes glanced around the darkened room nervously, fear und something else filling her stomach with tight coils. The Karkat she’d befriended in the dream bubbles had kept her here, in the memory of the room with her shipping chart for the entire day. Her hands were bound behind her back, the rope crudely attached to the bindings on her ankles and keeping her completely at the mercy of her captor.
“Karkitty purrlease let me go!” Nepeta whined, trying in vain to tug her arms around to her front. Her knees were aching and her bare feet and calves felt like pins and needles were pricking at them constantly. She cast a look to her left, pointedly ignoring the images she had once scrawled along the wall, pleading with Karkat who stood leaning against the wall holding a water bottle. The sight made her bladder flex, reminding her of just how much he’d been piling onto her during the course of the day. At the time it seemed completely reasonable that he hadn’t wanted her to get dehydrated, but now she just felt desperate and wanted to crawl into a litter box and pee all day. He shook the bottle towards her, feigning a confused look,
“Why would I let you go? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? All my attention on you, just like a spoiled little kitten?” Nepeta flushed darkly, swallowing as he took several strides towards her. Nepeta could practically weep, her body shuddering as her bladder twitched, the feeling of all her pee ready to squirt out of her causing her to instinctively try to squeeze her legs together. She groaned, shaking with effort to hold on, clenching herself and shuddering as the urge passed. Without warning, she felt a hand on her face, and at once knew what was happening. She closed her mouth with enough force to make her jaw hurt, gritting in preparation. Karkat growled, squeezing her cheeks to force her mouth open and turning her head to face him. She squirmed as much as she could to try and keep him from putting the water bottle against her lips, but a quick swat against her ass startled her into opening wide. He tipped the bottle upwards, watching as Nepeta struggled to keep up and swallow fast enough to not suffocate. He pulled away when she managed to down half the bottle in one go, walking to some unseen part of the room as Nepeta coughed, spitting up water and choking.
As her coughing died down she could feel the heat of someone behind her. The hair on the back of her neck pricked up, and she shivered as Karkat placed his hands gently against her breasts. He cupped them, brushing his thumbs against her nipples, making them harden with little effort. His hot breath brushed against her neck and ear as he laughed softly, massaging her chest and tugging on her nipples. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, whining and mewling as one of his hands slide along the curve of her back down the crack of her ass. Nepeta jumped when he slowly spread her cheeks to wiggle one finger in between the sweat dampened area. He managed to get himself in to the knuckle, moving it around as if searching for something, before he started making her bladder throb again. She groaned, grinding her hips into the air. Karkat’s finger digging into her nook was heavenly but she was still desperate to pee, and her body was finding it harder and harder to hold on.
She could feel herself getting wetter, vicious genetic fluid coating her sensitive parts, the feeling of arousal serving to intensify her need to pee. Karkat’s finger thrusting in and out of her was driving her crazy; she couldn’t tell if she wanted to mount him more or give in and take a pee over his hand. A particularly rough twist of her nipple sent shocks through her body, her bladder painfully contracting as if all her water were going to flood out of her at once. She squeaked, jumping and bouncing as much as she could in her position.
“Karkat stop, I’m going to pee!” The words flew out of her mouth in a panic, Nepeta frantically shaking her hips from side to side in a desperate bid to halt the feeling of her pee slipping out of her. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes as she felt the first few drops spill out of her tortured hole, almost certain she would completely lose it in a moment. She was on the very edge of release and at once, his hand dropped to pinch together her lower lips, startling the troll into almost peeing right there. He nipped into her shoulder before pulling away and bringing his mouth right against her ear,
“You’ll hold it until I say you can let go.” She cried out with renewed urgency, shaking her warmth fitfully and unable to keep her body still. As if to distract her, Karkat slipped two fingers into her slick entrance at once, reveling in the gasp she let out. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his fingers in and out of her, feeling her walls tremble around his fingers. If he rubbed his fingers upwards, he could practically feel the steady pulse of her bladder ready to explode and the thought that she was holding on for him was almost absolutely driving him mad.
“Oh..” The soft sound of her voice and the tensing of her body was little preparation for the feeling of several drops of liquid spilling out of her onto his hand. Nepeta could hear the pattering of her spurt against the ground and clenched as hard as she could to hold back longer. She managed to slow the flow to a trickle, the liquid making trails along her thighs before slowly stopping. But now her hips couldn’t stop moving, her body screaming for relief while Karkat pulled out of her backside with a loud sleching sound, and quickly slid his hand towards her pussy, pressing his fingers against her to help her hold back. She sighed, trembling as he massaged her lips.
“Just a little longer. You can do it.” It was hardly reassuring, but hearing the low timbre of his voice and how sure he sounded, Nepeta nodded slowly, eventually managing to get a hold over herself and cease her body’s shaking. Not moving his hand, Karkat let his head rest against her back still rubbing along the outermost part of her lower-lips. He continued pinching and rolling one of her nipples in his other hand, listening to the soft moaning and cat-like whimpers Nepeta let out. Letting one hand trail down to her distended stomach and pressing his fingers into it with increasing hardness, he chuckled against her back when she mewled out in. When he started rolling her belly in his hand once more, jostling the contents enough for Nepeta herself to hear all the liquid she was holding, she bit into her lip hard enough to draw blood. But then he began to thrust his fingers into her opening again, harder and faster than before with seemingly little regard to her delicate sense of state. She whined in the back of her throat, rapidly approaching orgasm but also aware of the feeling of her pee tittering literally at the brink. Nepeta could feel herself slowly losing control, trails of pee trailing down her legs and short bursts spurting from her onto the floor until finally Karkat managed to twist his fingers in just the right way and bring her completely over the edge.
“Karkat I can’t!” She tossed her head back, face flushing in shame as her pent up pee exploded out of her with enough force to form an arc. Karkat jerked his hand back despite the fact that it was already coated in light green urine, and got up to go watch the spectacle from the front. The light green fluid pooled around her knees, thin trails winding down her thighs, hot enough to cause small amounts of steam to rise from the ground. Nepeta slumped her shoulders, body sagging in relief as she continued to pee. When the stream finally trickled to a few drops, Nepeta lazily looked towards Karkat, who smiled down at her,
“I told you you’d like it.” |
I do not own this. Pulled off from internet.
http://www.textfiles...TICA/G/game.txt
WARNING: Contains a little bit of sex scene. A few lines of fingering after two times of peeing outdoors.
From Game magazine (U.S.), July 1975 (spelling and capitalizations as in
the original)
After reading a few issues of your magazine, I find that I am not the only
person who is turned on by Urine, technically known as "Urolangia." From
early boyhood, I have tried every available effort to catch little Girls
when they were Peeing, and I was fortunate enough to "Catch" a few grown
women, either standing up or Squatted, Making Water on the ground. At
school, especially, several small moppetts regularly peed in their clothes
when the teacher refused them permission to leave the room. All this has
conditioned me, even to this day, many years later, that even to suspect
that a Woman needs to Pee badly, I get a big Sexual charge from it. I wish,
therefore, to share a few experiences of mine, so that others of like mind
may benefit from what I was fortunate enough to enjoy.
Shortly after I was out of high school, I started to work at the local Post
Office. Our town was then, back in 1936, about 20,000 population, and had a
rather large office with 18 or 20 foot carriers delivering mail to the
houses throughout the city. In a short while, I had a route of my own. The
first day I worked, I was walking up the street when someone called, "Hey,
Barney!" I knew it was a girl, I stopped and she came running up to me.
"Where's Barney?" she inquired breathlessly, after running up the slight
grade. "Barney's in the army," I replied, which seemed to sadden her a
great deal. I told her I would be working Barney's place until he returned.
"I always walk around with him, for company," she went on, and one look at
her I wondered whose company, hers, or Barney's.
She was about 15, Big and hefty, corn-fed, with plenty of "Girl" where it
counted, and even the skimpy short, tight-fitting dress failed to hide that
fact. I suspected, and soon found out, that her dress, stockings and Garter
belt was all that she wore. I wondered if she was that near destitute, or
if she dressed to please Barney. As she walked along, swoonily, her short
skirt allowing frequent glimpses of her Bare Thighs between it and her
stockings, she kept plucking at her skirt, lifting it up, pressing her
hand in between her thighs, and frequently Masturbating by putting her
hand up under her dress. She would ofter sit on the steps while I climbed
up and put mail in the box on the porch of the house, and often she would
sit Straddled out, dress up, and all her Young Womanly charms spread out
in full view. When she got between me and the sun, the shadows of her Legs
showed up through her dress. Her dress was low-cut in front enough to
almost show her Nipples, which looked as big as strawberries, on her ample,
Bouncy Boobs. As for me, I was more interested in looking at the Clefted
Bulge between her Thighs than at her fleshy female appendages.
We had walked several blocks, and both she and I were feeling fatigued. I
had to go to the bathroom, and I fully suspected that she did, too. Finally,
I knew for sure.
"I have to Pee," she bluntly stated, blushing slightly, but with her hand
pressed to her Crotch in an attitude of extreme necessity. I said, "You do?"
"Yea," she replied, "Don't you? Barney always stopped up there," she
informed me, pointing to a place grown up with brush and briars. We walked
on up until we came to the place, and she led the way back into an almost
wilderness.
This Girl, whose name was D.... C..., (not wishing to use her real name),
led me back to a spot by a maple tree, well surrounded by brush, and well
hidden from everyone, but who might be right above us. I really did need
to Pee. She stood back, looked on interestedly as I opened my pants and
took my Penis out about half way. Drops of Urine were already oozing out.
She had her legs parted and a Dribble of Pee was trickling down from under
her dress. I began to Urinate against the tree. She pressed her hand in
against her Mons Veneris, making a wet spot on her skirt, looking at my
Penis as the Urine flowed out, and under the spell of her looking, it began
to Swell rapidly. I feared I would get a Hard on before I was done Peeing.
"Take it out all the way," she asked me, with all the freedom of speech as
if we were married. "Barney always did. He had one almost as big as yours."
I finished Peeing, shook off the excess drops and with it Swollen and hard
from the effect of her interest, made a huge bulge on my pants. Suddenly,
she spread her legs, lifted her Skirt and Squatted, almost letting her pee
fly before she got down, so bad did she need to go. I watched intently,
watching the Amber Liquid Gush out from between the Swollen Labia. Just
seconds before she was finished, she raised up, dropped her skirt, and let
the last Dribbles trickle down her Legs, wiping up between her Thighs with
her skirt and making a larger wet area on it. I was so afraid I was going to
ejaculate in my shorts that we stood there until the edge of my arousement
had worn off.
We resumed the delivery, she showing as much of her Lower feminine parts as
she dared. We walked around about 4 blocks, finally arrving back at this
area about noon. My lunch had been delivered to the box, as well as the
mail, and locking my satchel in the box we went across to the shadiest spot.
Since she had no lunch, I divided with her. She lifted up the back of her
skirt as she sat down and I felt that she was once again about to Pee, and
would probably sit there and do it.
I wasn't wrong. She pulled her skirt up into her lap and sitting there on the
remains of the stone bench, she just peed away, as nonchalantly as if she was
in a bathroom. Raising herself up, her Buttocks, how wet they were, and
feeling a bit aroused myself, I handed her my big handkerchief. She proceeded
to dry her backside, finally finishing by spreading her legs and drying the
interior of her cunt between the Lips. Finally, what surprised me, was, that
she stayed with me the entire trip, which took until almost 4:30, and I got
to watch her Squat and Pee at least 4 or 5 times. The last time we were at
the one-time park, after she had Peed and stood up, I went over and daring
to put my job and reputation on the line, I Hugged her close, ran my hand
all the way up between her thighs and gave her a good "Feeling Up." She took
hold of my hand and worked my fingers up into her Vagina.
She was so excited, her Vagina was overflowing with Moisture, and I already
had such an erection that I soon felt an Orgasm coming on, which was copious
enough to make a damp spot on my uniform trousers. We walked on down to the
point where I was scheduled to board the bus. She sat on the steps of a
nearby house, Legs high and parted, her entire Pudenda in full view, and the
Swollen Lips and Clitoris revealing how overwrought she was, Sexually.
The mail-carrying arrangement lasted almost 4 years longer. I ran across
other young teen-agers, and younger, who kept me supplied with exciting
things to see and do. Almost every day, I saw someone Pee, either having an
Accident, or some kid just Squatting and taking care of nature in the yard,
or even on the sidewalk. At the conclusion of the war and our draftees began
to return to work, the routing went back to normal. I was given enough
seniority by now that I could transfer to a new route in a better
neighborhood, and soon forgot the good old days when I worked among the
urchins and ghetto children, but I still remembered their Urolangic
activities, and to this day I dredge up thoughts of them during my Sexual
Fantasies, which are frequent and fruitful, since I never married, and do
not date regularly.
Name Witheld,
Claysburg, Pa.
Edited April 7, 2012 by idkwutnameishalluse
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This is my firts attempt at fiction on this board, although the story has been posted on another board. I do have some original un-posted stories almost ready, so hopefully they will be posted soon.
Jill and her friend Ann were waiting at the taxi rank. They had enjoyed a lovely evening. Their husbands were away on a golfing weekend with a group of their mates, so Jill had invited Ann over to stay and they had arranged an evening out with a group of their friends. Jill stayed in a small town, but, to make the most of the evening, they had arranged to all meet up in the nearby larger town. This made travel arrangements easier for everyone in the group, as they all lived in different directions.
Jill and Ann had taken a bus into town, and intended to take a taxi back home to Jill’s, where Ann was spending the weekend. Altogether there had been a bunch of six chatty, happy ladies in their mid-forties to early fifties who had met up for the evening. They had enjoyed a lovely meal in a reasonably upmarket restaurant before taking in a show at the theatre. The evening had been rounded off with a few drinks in a lively pub. They had then all gone their separate ways – after delaying their goodbyes for some time with items of gossip which seemed to suddenly come to mind.
After saying goodbye, Jill and Ann had headed for the nearest taxi rank, idly chatting and window shopping as they went. They were in no particular rush, as there was no-one else at home, and they were enjoying each other’s company, and catching up on all the gossip. The streets were fairly busy, as people were rushing between various bars and nightclubs before closing time.
When they reached the taxi rank, they were somewhat surprised to see a long queue of people, all waiting for taxis, and no taxis at all on the stand. Jill explained that as well as the show in the theatre, there had also been a concert and a few other events, so what was always likely to be a busy time of night would be especially busy tonight.
After having stood in the queue for about five minutes, and only having seen one taxi come and go, Jill noticed that Ann, who was normally a very bubbly and chatty person, had gone rather quiet. She didn’t think too much about it however, assuming to herself that she was probably getting tired. She was pretty tired herself, as it had been a long evening, and she had put in a busy day cleaning and tidying the house before Ann arrived.
After a few more minutes, and no more taxis, Ann started to chat a bit again. Then she asked “When we do get a taxi, Jill, how long will it take to get home to your house?” Jill replied that, once they eventually got a taxi the journey would take about 25 minutes to half an hour. She also explained that by the look of the queue and the speed at which it was shortening, they would most likely have to wait another half an hour before even getting a taxi. Ann said “Oh well, we’ll just have to wait”, and then carried on chatting about something else.
Five minutes later and only one more taxi having been and gone, Ann had gone quiet again. Then Jill heard her whisper, as much to herself as to Jill “I hope I can hold on, I’m really needing to go.” It was only then that Jill noticed the tell-tale signs that her friend was needing the loo, as she was standing with one leg tucked behind the other and had her thighs pressed together. Remembering her own fairly recent mishap, where she had been caught short on the way home one evening and ended up wetting herself, Jill anxiously asked Ann if she would be okay, and if she thought she could wait for another hour. Ann replied “Don’t worry, I’m not needing that badly. I’m sure I will be fine.” Jill recalled how her own accident had evolved, and how quickly her desperation had developed. “If you’re sure then that’s fine, but don’t feel you have to try and hold on if you are really needing. We could find somewhere if it would make you more comfortable for the journey.” Ann again said she would be fine, but this time Jill thought that she did not sound so confident as she had been moments before. Jill was also starting to feel the first signals from her own bladder – nothing serious, but the message was there that she would be needing a toilet sooner rather than later.
They were still about the tenth or eleventh people in the queue, and had now been waiting for half an hour. It was looking like they would have at least another quarter to half an hour wait, followed by the 30 minute journey. Jill noticed Ann was now biting her lip, and fidgeting a bit. Then Ann said “Maybe we should look for somewhere. I’m needing quite badly. Are there any toilets nearby?” Jill replied that there were public toilets about five minutes away, and that if Ann was really needing to pee and was worried about not making it home, that they should definitely leave the queue and go. Anyway, she said, there was a good chance that the queue would have gone by the time they got back. “Good said Ann, I think that would be best. After all I wouldn’t want to have to stop on the way and squat somewhere –especially in front of a male taxi driver. I would be much more comfortable if I could relieve myself before we go.”
Jill told her not to worry, as she was starting to need as well, and with that they left their places in the queue and headed towards the toilets. Having been caught short recently, Jill was still rather nervous about being able to hold when on the way home, so had made sure that she had gone to the toilet in the pub shortly before leaving. She had suggested that Ann did the same, but was not sure if she had actually done so, as they had been busy chatting to different friends. They had not had a lot to drink, thank goodness, as the pub toilets had been anything but hygienic, with puddles of pee on the floor, a broken seat on the toilet and a rather horrible smell. Jill had gone anyway, and had managed to have a pee. It had been difficult to hold up the skirt of her dress, pull down her tights and undo the hook and eye fastening of the body shaper she was wearing whilst trying to keep everything dry and clean. She felt it had been worth it though, as she could face the journey home with confidence.
Ann on the other hand, although having gone into the ladies toilet in the pub, had not had a pee. The state of the place, and the lack of a proper lock on the cubicle which she had chosen, put her off trying. She also needed space to undress herself, as she was wearing high waisted briefs which were designed to pull in her tummy and flatten her bottom. They were a fine, smooth material, designed to wear under a dress, but with the particular dress she was wearing that night, she had to loosen the zip to be able to reach far enough up to get hold of the waistband. In the confines of that cubilcle there was no way she was going to risk spoiling her dress by doing that, so she had decided she could easily wait until she got home to Jill’s where she would have all the room and time she needed. Jill was not aware of what she was wearing under her dress, and neither was she aware of what Jill had on, although each had privately thought the other looked slimmer and shapelier than they had done in their casual clothes.
Jill was also unaware of the fact that Ann had not used the loo in the pub, or that in fact she had only used the toilet once during the whole evening, before going to the theatre. Had she known this, then she would have had a better understanding of why Ann was needing to pee so badly. As they walked along, Ann would stop momentarily and dip her knees a little whilst squeezing her thighs together. She was looking anxious and a bit flustered. Jill was concerned for her, as she knew too well what could happen if she became too desperate, and she would hate to witness her friend suffer such embarrassment. To make her feel more at ease she said “Not long now, just around the corner.” Ann replied by saying “Thank goodness for that. I’m getting really desperate. I’m so glad we left the queue. I couldn’t have stood there like this. Oh I am looking forward to getting some relief.”Jill reassured her by saying “Don’t worry, we are almost there. I’m not desperate yet, but I do need to go too.”
As the friends rounded the last corner, Jill saw something which made her heart sink. By the light of the streetlamps she could see that there was builder’s hoarding all around the toilet block. She said “Oh no! This doesn’t look too promising, Ann, they look closed” Ann looked as well and said despairingly “No- they can’t be surely. What are we going to do? I can’t hold on much longer or I’ll go in my knickers.” There was a notice with the Council logo fastened to the hoarding, so they went up close to read it. It stated that the toilets were closed for major refurbishment and that alternative toilets were available at the Riverside. The notice also had a map showing where the alternative toilets could be found. “Riverside, is that far away?” Ann asked. Jill thought for a moment before replying. “No, not too far. About a ten minute walk. Will you be okay?” “I’ll just have to be” said Ann. “After all, I don’t really have any choice. I must pee soon and there is nowhere else to go. I’ll manage, don’t worry.”
Jill felt that Ann had sounded anything but convincing when she said she could hold on. She was starting to need really badly herself now, as she too had been anticipating the relief she thought the toilets would bring. She wasn’t at the sheer desperation stage yet, but crossed her legs as discretely as she could as they stood to ponder the situation.
Ann’s assurance to her friend had largely been a case of putting on a brave face. In actual fact she was absolutely desperate! She knew only too well in her own mind that she had to find somewhere soon, or it would be too late. She would end up peeing herself in front of her friend, which would be a terrible embarrassment. She pressed one hand firmly into her crotch to hold herself through her dress, squirming all the while, before the pair set off in the direction of the alternative toilets.
Ann was breathing sharply and muttering things to herself. Jill could not help overhearing some of what she was saying. She heard Ann mutter something like ”I wish I had gone in the pub. I really should have gone then. Oh dear, I feel like I going to burst!”
Jill said to her that she thought that Ann had gone to the pub toilet, but she replied “I did go into the toilet, but the place was in such a state I didn’t use it. There was no lock on the cubicle and the floor was covered in water. Besides, I need more time than usual tonight, thanks to these knickers I’m wearing. You know the type with the high waist which give you a nice flat tummy and hold your bum nice and firmly. I’ve got these on and I have to unzip the back of my dress to get at the waistband. There was no way I was going to do that in that filthy toilet, and I wasn’t needing that badly and thought I could easily make it home, but I may have underestimated things a bit!”
Jill gave an understanding look, then said “Oh, that would have been a problem. I thought your figure was looking good tonight. Now I know your secret.” Then she asked “Could you not just pull the gusset to the side and pee that way?” Ann replied “I haven’t tried it but I don’t think so, as they are quite a tight fit. I should actually have taken a bigger size, but they made me feel good when I put them on. They don’t make me feel so good now though, as they are adding the pressure on my bladder! Is it far to go yet?”
Jill told her it was about another five minutes walk, to which Ann replied “Oh dear. Oh I do hope I can make it. I’m really, really bursting. If I don’t go soon it will be too late. Oh! Oh!” Ann had stopped and was now pressing both hands into her crotch and stood, slightly bent at the waist with the tops of her legs squeezed tightly together. She was biting her lip and glancing around, as if she was looking for a spot to have an emergency squat. Jill herself had started to hold herself too, and could feel her need growing by the minute. They were along the riverside now, and the sound of the water was making matters much worse for them. Ann felt that, at the most, she could only last a few more moments before she would start peeing, whether she got these knickers down or not.
There were still few people about, mostly couples or groups of young men. As they walked, they saw one young man leave the group he was with and turn into an alley. As they passed they saw him peeing hard just and heard the gush as his pee hit the ground. The sight and sound was almost too much for Ann and she really had to struggle to keep control. Jill made a comment about how easy it was for a man to relieve himself in a public area, and how she wished she could do the same. Since her recent accident she had often wondered what she could have done to prevent it, and what she would do if she found herself in the same situation in future. She had thought it might have been possible to pull aside the gusset of her knickers and pee through the leg hole, but she still would have needed somewhere secluded enough to squat to go. She had often reassured herself with the thought that on the night on which she wet herself, there had been no alternative – there had been nowhere secluded enough to go, even if she could have got her knickers down. Tonight, thankfully, she was not at that stage, although she was becoming pretty desperate, and the state of her friend wasn’t helping. The more desperate Ann became, the more effect it seemed to have on her own bladder. Never mind, the toilets were not far off now, and it looked like they would make it. She dreaded to think what might happen if Ann lost control and did it in her knickers. That might be enough to set her off as well. She had never told anyone – not even her husband- about her accident and did not want to admit to her friend that she had wet herself recently, so basically she had to make it to the loo.
By now Ann was in some difficulty. She was struggling to walk quickly and kept stopping to squeeze her hands into her crotch. Down her by the river there was a cool breeze, and this was only making matters worse, making her tremble slightly every time she stopped. Jill tried to encourage her by telling her that they didn’t have far to go, but she could tell by her actions and appearance that she was in real trouble. Ann had been secretly looking about her over the last few minutes for anywhere that would allow her to squat and relieve herself, as she was now really doubting her ability to reach the toilets. There was also the horrifying possibility that they too could be closed. She did not want to ask Jill if this might be the case, though, as she was afraid of the effect it might have on Jill’s ability to hold.
Suddenly Ann stopped, spread her legs as far apart as her dress would allow and looked down. She held her hands up to her face and gave a gasp. Jill was convinced that Ann had lost the battle and fully expected to see a flood of pee pour between her legs at any second. However, nothing appeared, and instead Ann clutched herself again and rushed back along the direction they had just come and disappeared into the mouth of a nearby alley, one hand pulling up her dress as she went. Jill rushed after her, telling her to hold on and she would help with her clothing. However, before Jill entered the alley she heard a loud hiss, followed by a splashing noise. By the time Jill reached her, Ann was already in a low squat, with pee pouring from her. She had her tights halfway down her thighs which were squeezed together from her crotch to her knees. Her feet were spread apart and the pee was gushing under her, splashing her shoes and the backs of her legs. As Jill’s eyes grew accustomed to the dim light of the alley, she could see that Ann had been unable to get her knickers down and was peeing through them. The gusset and the area around her bottom were absolutely drenched in pee, and she thought she could even see a wet area glistening on the crotch of her tights, meaning that she had been wetting herself before she got to the alley.
Ann herself was feeling a mixture of sheer relief and pure horror. She was gasping and sobbing at the same time. She blurted out “I’m so sorry Jill, I just couldn’t hold it any longer, and I never even tried to get my knickers down as I knew I wouldn’t manage. Oh, I’m so ashamed. I do hope you won’t tell any of the others about this. It’s just that I was so desperate. I’m soaking, but the relief feels so good!”
The sight and sound of Ann wetting herself was almost too much for Jill’s overloaded bladder. She stood holding herself tightly whilst glancing around to see if anyone could see them. The alley was lit by one streetlamp near the entrance. Ann had not been able to get far into the alley before she lost control and where they were at present meant they were silhouetted against the light of the lamp should anyone look from the street. Jill considered her situation. Whether or not she could make it to the toilets with her underwear still dry was now very questionable, so she thought it would be better to move further into the alley and relieve herself there. At least she wasn’t alone, and Ann would be able to stand in front of her and shield her from the street. Jill moved quickly along the alley, telling Ann to follow her. Ann had by now composed herself a bit, and was dabbing at her wet knickers and thighs with a tissue. She pulled her tights up a bit, but not so far as they would be against her soaking knickers, dropped the hem of her dress and followed Jill.
Jill had been hoping to get well into the alley, and squat behind some refuse bins. However, a sudden spasm hit her and she had to stop, nearly doing it where she stood. As she was waiting for Ann, she hitched up her dress and tried to pull down her tights. There was a ripping sound as she pulled her tights down, and she realised that all her pressing her crotch to hold in her pee had caused the hooks on the gusset of her body shaper to tangle in the gusset of her tights. Ann had caught up by now, and she whispered to her “Quick, hold my dress. It’s almost coming out.” Ann held the hem of her dress up, as Jill frantically tried to undo the gusset of her body shaper. She tore the remnants of her tights out of the way and opened her legs to allow herself access to the fastenings. Because she had to let go if herself and open her legs to do this, the pressure overcame her and she started to pee. It was not much at first, just little squirts which dampened her gusset. She was squirming around, desperately trying to undo her clothing, muttering to herself “Come on! Why won’t you unfasten! Oh no, oh no! I’m doing it! It’s coming out! I’m wetting myself! Oh no!
She suddenly stopped and looked at Ann with a glazed look in her eyes. Then there was a huge hiss followed by a splattering sound as she gave up the struggle and peed herself forcefully through her underwear. A massive puddle formed beneath her and pooled around her feet. Ann watched in amazed horror as the crotch and front of her friend’s smooth skintone body suit darkened with pee. Jill was standing, slightly bent forward, with her legs apart, and the remains of her tights around her knees. The pee had splashed her shoes and ankles, and was running down her thighs, soaking what was left of her tights. When the flood eventually subsided, she leaned back against the wall for a moment, savouring the feeling of intense relief, before coming to her senses. “I’m so sorry,Ann” she said. “I just couldn’t hold it in another moment. What are we to do now? We both have wet knickers and look at my tights”.
Ann suggested they still go to the toilets they had been heading for. At least there they could tidy themselves up as best they could. Jill agreed, saying that once she got rid of her ruined tights, she had a spare pair of knickers she could wear. She would dry off the gusset of her shaper as best she could and leave it unfixed, pulling the knickers up underneath it. That would mean she would not feel wet and uncomfortable on the way home. Ann still had her tights, which although damp were not as wet as her knickers. Once in the toilet she would be able to remove her soggy knickers and go home with just her tights under her dress. The ladies therefore headed for the toilets, which ironically were still open, and sorted themselves out as they had suggested, before getting a taxi at the now deserted rank. They vowed to one another not to tell a soul about their accidents, and also to make sure they had empty bladders before going anywhere in future. |
The First Entry in the Diary:
Ginny saw Harry coming down from the boy’s dormitories, and she suddenly went quiet from talking to Susan, one of her roommates. She really could not say more than a couple of words anytime he was around, though her round eyes watched him carefully to see how well he got along with Hermoine or to see if any of the other girls were paying him any attention.
Eleven year old Ginny turn back to Susan as Harry and Ron left the dormitory, she whispered to her friend.
“So, should I try to talk to him?”
“Well, you can try, but everyone is interested in him because of last year.”
“Last year?”
“Don’t you know? Harry Potter stopped ‘He who must not be named’ again.
“Oh, yeah, I kind of heard about that from Ron. But I liked him before I even realized he was Harry.”
“Yeah, right! Everyone knows Harry. Do you really expect me to believe that?”
Ginny Shrugged. “Think what you want.”
Ginny sighed and lifted herself up from the dayroom sofa. She had been in the common area for about three hours that Saturday morning, and she was getting restless. She wondered if there was anything interesting to do, but before she’d do that, she would go to the bathroom up in the girls’ hall first.
Approaching the end of the hall, she realized that the door was shut, and when she pulled on the handle it was also locked. Someone was in there.
Ginny sighed and walked back down the stairs, Susan was waiting for her, and they started to walk through the door that lead to their room.
“Let’s go down to the grounds,” Susan suggested. “It’s nice down around the lake on a day like this.”
“Sure,” Ginny whispered though she had not had a chance to relieve herself yet. Ginny had her mind on something else, though, too. She had an old diary, by the looks of the pages, but not one page had any words in it at all. She didn’t know where it had come from because her parents had not mentioned getting her one, and she had never had one before. It was just the sort of thing her parents might surprise her with though. Still, she wasn’t sure if she should start writing in it or not. There was something ‘spooky’ about it.
After another hour, enjoying some time with Susan near the swamp, she decided it was time to get back to the castle to take care of business. “I have to go to the bathroom,” Ginny whispered to Susan not wanting anyone else that might be near to hear. “I’m going back to the castle.
“Sure,” Susan shrugged. “It’s getting close to time for me to see someone anyway. I promised.”
“Who?” Ginny asked her eyes wide not believing Susan had already had a lead on a boy that might be to her liking.
“None of your business yet,” she smiled. “I’m not sure if he’s right, so I don’t want to tell you in case he turns out to not be my match.”
“Okay,” Ginny started to walk away.
By now, the pressure in her stomach made her feel like she was carrying the swamp inside her. She walked up along the large fields as briefly as her legs could carry her. She walked along passing the old shack that Ron talked about where the friendly giant lived. Now, she was starting to walk with her thighs as close together as she could get them.
She walked up towards the greenhouses her knees locked together, her hands nervously grasping at the sides of her shirt because she wanted to put her hands between her legs, but she knew it was not very lady-like, and she didn’t want anyone to see her like that as they might start teasing her for it. She walked towards the steps that went up into the castle, and then she froze. To get up those steps, she’d have to take wider steps, which means, she’d be putting less pressure down there, and she was a little nervous she’d start leaking, but just standing there, thinking about it wasn’t helping her get any closer to a washroom either.
Ginny took a breath and placed one foot up on the first step. She sighed in relief when she realized she could stretch her foot out enough get up the step without compromising too much control she currently had over her muscles. She walked up the steps, slightly moving her butt from side to side which helped in letting her legs get wide enough apart to gain the next step without pulling her legs too far apart from each other.
Finally, at the top of the stairs, she locked her knees together again, the nervousness of having a public accident made her knees bounce against each other a bit was she walked towards the first bathroom she knew of, but then McGonagal had come out of the Great Hall.
“Ginny, just the person I need to see,” she smiled at the pupil.
“Me?” Ginny asked her voice breaking, and sweat forming on her head.
“Yes. I need to talk to you about your recent behavior concerning homework.”
“Can I go to the loo first?” she asked almost shaking.
“Ginny, you need to have this talk. Trying to delay it or put it off will only make matters worse.” McGonagal had that frown that teachers get when you are disappointing them. It was a look, that Ginny had learned from her mom and her other teachers from primary school, that meant she was going to be in trouble if she argued.
“Alright,” she sighed as she followed McGonagal to her office. McGonagal walked straight, and composed as always. She didn’t look back to see Ginny walking with her knees pressed together, nor did she see the occasional grab that Ginny made with her hand into the crotch of her jeans.
The invisible pin pricks that her nerves gave her girlhood to let her know that she was nearing the end of her losing battle told Ginny that doom was only seconds away, but she stood there bouncing a bit as she looked up at her teacher’s frowning face.
“Ginny,” the teacher sighed. “You were not lying about the bathroom, were you?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Do I have your word you’ll come straight back to talk to me if I let you go?”
She nodded fanatically, and she really meant it. She would never do something so stupid as to use this as a way to get away from the severe woman because she was sure that it would only spell disaster in the future.
“Then hurry up and go. You have three minutes.”
Ginny nodded and started towards the door, but suddenly, she felt warmed in her panties, and then it started to slip down her little legs and pool on the floor. She was wetting. She stood there at the door, bent at the waist, and continued to flood her jeans.
McGonagal sighed. She had not meant to do this to the child. She just wanted to talk to her about her missing homework assignments. She watched the child stand there and pee on her carpeted floor, and when the child had finished, she coughed from behind her.
Ginny shook as she turned around. Tears were in her eyes, and her face was grief-stricken, and sweat was pouring down her face as well as tears from her eyes. She looked so sad and helpless as she looked up her teacher expecting the most severe scolding she had ever had in her life.
“Weasley, don’t worry about it,” Came McGonagal’s reply. “It could happen to anyone, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize how bad you really had to go.”
“I’m… sorry…” she whispered slowly. Ginny just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
McGonagal pointed her wand at the eleven year old child, and just like that, her jeans were dry and clean, and the puddle on the floor was gone, and then she took the girl by the hand, and led her to sit in a seat next to her office desk.
“Ginny, I don’t think now is the right time to berate you about your homework, but can you promise to work on it and catch up over the weekend?”
Ginny nodded.
“Then you are free to go. I’ll be checking on you later.”
Ginny left the office as soon as she was dismissed. Facing McGonagal with what had just happened was making her more and more nervous, and she was finally glad to be back in her dorm. She ran up to the bathroom door for the girls’ rooms, but found it shut and locked again. She sighed heavily. “Why was someone always in there?”
Ginny went to her room and gathered her notes for Transformation class so she could start her homework. She would work on it, while she waited for whoever was in the bathroom.
After about half an hour, Ginny realized that no one could take that long in there. Who would do a trick like that in Griphondor? She tried the door again, but it was not coming open. She had had enough. She didn’t want to face McGonagal again, but someone had to do something about that door!
Hermoine came towards the bathroom door, and Ginny stopped her. “It’s no use. You’ll have to go down stairs to one of the other bathrooms. Ours is stuck.”
“You can’t be serious!” Hermoine said.
“I am. I’m going to tell Professor McGonagal right now about it.”
“Alright. See you later.” And Hermoine ran down the stairs and out of the dorms.
“What was up with her?” Ron tried to ask Ginny, but Ginny ignored him and walked on to find the professor to fix the problem. Ron already know of Ginny’s problems with her weak bladder, and all she needed, was for him to start getting worried in front of everyone else in the dormitory, and drawing attention to her need to have that door unstuck at night.
Hours later, Ginny was back in her common room working on her homework while a few teachers were up in the girls’ hall, trying to figure out how the door had become stuck. It wasn’t stuck by magic, so of course every any-sticking charm that they tried on it didn’t work.
“Do you think they put a permanent sticking charm on it?” one of the teachers asked the other three.
“I doubt anyone childish enough to do a prank like this would know that spell,” another teacher had said.
“What is going on with this crazy door then?”
Sir Nick came along a bit later, and he saw the teachers working on the problem.
“Don’t tell me,” he sighed. “Peeves had said something about making life difficult for the girls.”
“You mean, Peeves did this?” McGonagal screamed.
“I think so,” Nicolas said. “I’ll go get the Bloody Baron to talk with him.”
“Do you know what he did?”
“I’m not sure, but judging by how much trouble you are having getting it to budge, I think he had collected some of that Muggle stuff they call superglue and mixed it with something in Professor Snape’s office.”
“That’s going to make matters difficult since we have no idea what they put in superglue,” Flintlock looked up at McGonagal.
It was finally the end of the day, and Ginny, feeling rather bad about everything, decided to open her new journal and to start writing. She first started to write about her first week at school.
‘Dear Diary. I am Ginny Weasley, and I had the worst week ever!’
Her words disappeared, and an answer appeared. ‘Hello Ginny. I am your Diary. You had a bad week?’ it asked her in green slanted writing.
‘Yes, it was horrible! Since you seem to hide the words, does this mean anything I write in here really is private?’
‘ Yes, everything is private. Only I, your diary and you will ever know what you write here.’
‘I’m in my first year. I have had a really bad first week of school, and I’m already behind in three classes!’
‘I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe it would help you, if you talked about it some. I can never tell anyone else your secrets because I am a diary, you know?’
Ginny smiled. She thought for a moment about what she should say about the week, that might get her to feel better. She wasn’t really sure any living person could understand how overwhelmed she had felt. She spent the next three hours writing, and finally drifting off to sleep. |
Ginny’s New Diary
Chapter Two
After spending several hours talking to her diary, Ginny was feeling good enough to finish some of her homework for McGonagal, and she completed two days of homework in one sitting. It was now nearing the early hours of the morning, and she really couldn’t keep her eyes open much longer.
Ginny climbed up to the girls’ dormitories to find the door still closed, and she sighed. They were NOT allowed out of the dormitories at night, and as far as Ginny knew, she couldn’t go up to the boy’s room, so that meant she had to go to sleep without using the bathroom as was her usual routine.
“Why did they have to have one of the most severe teachers as the head of their house? And why did she have to also be the second in charge of the entire school?” These thoughts went through Ginny’s mind as she pulled off her jeans and her top and pulled on pink cotton pajama bottoms and crawled into bed with but her sleeveless undershirt to cover her chest which was barely even developing yet.
It took Ginny a few minutes to start breathing normally in the already filled with snores room, as she tried to calm herself enough for the sleep to relax her body. Her eyes itched and though there was some worry that she couldn’t use the toilet before going to sleep, there was no point in thinking about it.
Finally, Ginny opened her eyes into the darkness of her room, and though she was sure that something was not quite right, she felt herself drifting up to her feet, and slipping on her slippers as she searched for her school robes.
The girl dreamily strolled out of her empty dorm room, down through the empty common room, and out into the corridors. Panic started to make her feel like she forgotten how to get around the new school she was at. The place was so large, and she really wanted to get to the bathroom, she could feel the pressure in her abdomen growing. She walked down the seemingly empty corridors looking for a familiar turn or some place that was at least close to a girl’s bathroom.
Panic was in her chest making it hard to breath. Her lower regions were burning with desire, and her eyes were in tears as they looked around the unfamiliar passageways. She had to find out where she was. How did she get here, anyway?
Ginny screamed into the quiet of the halls, every crack in her scream echoed back to her ears. She opened a random door, and found it, a strange looking apparatus, but something that seemed to make her think it was for peeing into. She walked over, and dropping her pants and her panties, she stepped into the soothing water. She felt like it was natural being in the warm liquid as she started to let go.
Through the night, the girls all slept in the peaceful room, and only one body seemed to shudder and to move a little restlessly as a girl’s hand slipped down inside her pajama bottoms and touched inside her pajamas at herself.
Moments later, the sleeping pants she was wearing started to darken around the crotch, then down the legs, and over the bed under her. It started out slowly, and it oozed peacefully into the night until the warm water pooled up under her back, and all over her legs. Ginny had wet the bed. That was something she had not done for the last two years, and when she would awake, trouble would surely ensue.
Waking late into the morning, Ginny noticed that no one else was in her room, and looked down at her exposed pajamas, she could tell that everyone in her room had seen what she had done. Her face felt heated, and her eyes looked in fear at the large darkened sheets that she slept on top of.
There was no way that the other four girls had missed her wet bedding, and she was really nervous. She reached for her wand at the side of her table and started to point it at her sheets, but then she was suddenly stopped by a severe looking little creature with bat-ears and a small face that was so ugly, she wasn’t sure if it was cute. It wore only a towel around its middle.
“Would the young miss be saying that Peeks doesn’t do his duties well?” the creature asked. “I is in charge of theses rooms, and if the young miss would please lets me do my job, I would assure her that I is cleaning this far better than she knows what to do.”
Ginny looked at the creature with a little squeal escaping from her breath. What in heaven was it? The Weasley family had never had a house elf.
“Don’t thinks about thing,” the creature went on as it pulled the sheets from her bed and stuffed it into some dark magical hole that had appeared from nowhere. “This is always happening to some of the misses and the masters who stay here at Hogwarts in their first year, so don’t be so upsets. It is my job to take of its, and it is my pleasure to serve the students here.”
Ginny looked down at her feet.
“If Miss can removed her soiled clothes, they will be laundered as well.”
Ginny ran behind the dressing partition that was in their room, and she changed her things throwing her dirty things out to the strange creature. Though it was quite embarrassing to do so, it was a little easier on her to get rid of the evidence. Maybe her roommates would even think they had been seeing things, if her bedding was dry when they came up without any evidence to her accident.
She came out from dressing, wearing pink jeans and a white top with wide stripes of purple and blue that went horizontally around her belly making it look as though she had a little more weight, which actually looked cute on her.
Ginny walked down the stairs to her common room with her head hanging, hoping to not meet anyone’s gaze because she was very nervous that she would see a roommate, or someone that her roommate had spoken to about the wet bed.
In the Great Hall, Ginny saw Ron and his two friends talking, and her face heated up a bit more as she caught sight of Harry who looked at her with a small wink. Even then, Harry didn’t realize that he felt a strong crush for the girl, but he did like her as Ron’s sister.
Ginny sat as far from them as possible not wanting Harry to notice that she smelled. With the girl’s toilet up there stuck and un-abled to be accessed, the only way she could get a bath was to take all her things into the common girls’ baths which was located on the first floor, and she didn’t want anyone to know that she had wet the bed except her roommates, so she was a little scared of going right away to get a bath.
Susan sat down next to her soon after she had sat down.
“Hey Susan,” she said in a low uncomfortable voice.
“Hey. What’s wrong, Ginny?” She was very bright eyed.
Ginny shrugged. She wasn’t sure if Susan was playing dumb to help her, or to make her tell everyone herself what she had done. Susan had decided to sit next to her, and she was acting like nothing had happened. Maybe she wasn’t going to tell anyone about it. But what about the other three girls?
“Can we talk in private in the room after breakfast?” Susan asked Ginny. “I have a problem, and I think you are the only one that can help me.”
Ginny nodded unsure as to what problem her friend could have. They normally shared everything, and though it had only been a week, Ginny was sure that if she had any problems at all, she would have told her by then.
Ron was not really paying her much attention, and now Harry and Ron were talking about something else. Then suddenly, there was a scream, and someone came running into the Great Hall.
“Someone has been attacked!” the student called out to everyone.
“Attacked?” Professor Dumbledore happened to be in the room eating at that time, and he stood up. “Take me to see at once. Everyone else, stay here for the moment. Minevera! Watch the students. No one leaves the hall until I come back.”
Ginny looked at the doorway waiting for Dumbledore to return. She still felt rather like sleeping, but she knew that it would be strange to return to sleep after just waking up. She didn’t know why she was so tired, unless wetting the bed had caused her to not sleep that well in the night.
“Damn,” Susan whispered to Ginny. “I was really hoping to talk to you in private, but I don’t think this should wait if they are going to take a while.”
“What’s wrong?” Ginny whispered back to her.
“You…”
Ginny gulped. Here it was. Susan was going to tell her that she couldn’t be friends with a bed wetter.
“… got up in the night and you left the room for some reason, but when you came back, you were sound asleep.”
“What?” Ginny asked not understanding what Susan was trying to say.
“You were up in the night, but you were not fully awake. You laid down in your bed again, but shortly after you did,” Susan’s face blushed. “You started to… you know,” she looked down at Ginny’s pants.
“I’m sorry,” Ginny said feeling awful.
“Sorry?” Susan asked her. “Do you usually sleep walk?”
Ginny shook her head no.
“Maybe you should tell someone.”
“I… someone… um… are you going to tell on me?” Ginny could only think about having wet the bed, and the embarrassment of having a teacher find out, let alone all the other students.
“No. I won’t tell on you.”
“Then can we drop it. I don’t want anyone to find out what I did. It’s only happened because of the locked bathroom in our hall.”
“What are you talking about?” Susan whispered to her.
“Aren’t you talking about me wetting the bed?” she asked her eyebrows raised in question.
“No! I don’t even care about that. No one in our room even cares. Robyn said something about it before we left the room, but we all agreed that things happen in our room, and it should not be anyone’s business but ours.”
Ginny breathed in relief. “So what should I have to tell?”
“About sleepwalking,” Susan whispered.
“I’m not telling anyone I left our room. If I do, someone will think I left the dorms completely because of the locked bathroom, and then I’ll get in trouble for no reason.”
Susan nodded. She could understand Ginny’s fear, though she was curious about why Ginny would leave the dorms, and yet still pee her pants. It didn’t matter, and she finally let the topic rest.
Dumbledore came back into the Great Hall, and he started giving directions for the students to all go to their houses and wait there for further directions. He didn’t look too happy, but no gave any information about who it was that was attacked, or even what really happened.
Up in the common room, the students sat around the den looking at each other, and some of them starting on their homework that they normally waited until the last minute for. Ginny and Susan also went and retrieved their own homework that they figured they would need to work on.
The students were locked in the dayroom for much of the morning, and the only toilet that worked in their dorms, was the boy’s, so many of the girls were now starting to hold themselves openly.
“Maybe you should go up to the boy’s toilets,” one of the boys suggested to a girl.
“No,” Percy looked sternly at the two involved. “If she goes up there, she will be in trouble. There are to be no boys or girls going to the opposite halls.”
“But Percy,” Fred tried to reason with him. “She’s about to pee her pants, and the girl’s room is still stuck.”
“Stuck?” Percy asked. “Why would it be stuck?”
“Peeves did something to it,” Hermoine spoke up. She was one of the girls that was bouncing a bit in her seat.
“Fine,” Percy nodded. “I’ll go up to make sure that no boys go in on the girls, and I want every girl, starting with the younger ones first, to use the toilet now, and to not bring it up for a few hours afterwards.”
The girls all formed a line, the younger girls in the front, which Meant Ginny and Susan were in the front, but Ginny really didn’t need to go right now. She looked at her brother and whispered. “What if I don’t have to go?”
“No exceptions,” he told all the girls business-like. “Even if you can’t feel anything, you either try to go now, or I won’t let you go in an hour.”
The girls all walked up the steps and towards the boy’s bathroom. The boys were all asked to let the girls go, and to stay down stairs except for Percy, who was the prefect.
Ginny guiltily went into the bathroom and tried to go, but as she knew, nothing came out. Still, she was being watched by the Girl prefect for her dorm to make sure she tried, so she squinted and tried harder. Then finally stood up and waited for the okay to leave the washroom.
Before they even got to the fourth years, there was Howler released into the dorms, and it announced that it was safe for the students to once again use the castle and to come to dinner in a couple of hours.
Ginny wrote in her diary after dinner about the strange events going on that night, and asked her Diary a few things.
‘Hi Diary. What is your actual name? You must have one, if you are a magical person that is talking to me.’
‘Such a clever girl, you are. Yes, I am Tom.’
‘So, you are really for a boy?’ Ginny wrote wondering about having talking to him so personally the day before.
‘I am a book,’ the diary responded. ‘My creator thought it would be good for someone like you to have someone to talk to, that was more like a boyfriend, so you wouldn’t worry as much about what would be said or repeated. Anyway, you know that there is never a trace of what we talk about. So what is on your mind?’
‘We just had the strangest experience. They say that there was an attack, but no one was allowed to see what really happened.’
‘This is a magic castle after all,’ the Diary said back. ‘Would you expect it to be without secrets and adventure?’
‘No.’
‘So, were you just worried about the attacks, or did you have something else on your mind?’
‘Well, there is this one thing.’
‘Tell me about it.’
‘There is this really famous boy, but he’s only one year older than me. I really like him, but my friends say it’s only because he’s famous. If he thinks that of me, then I know I won’t stand a chance to really, um… you know, find out if he likes me.’
‘Famous?’ the slanted writing lingered on the page for a moment. ‘Do you know who it is?’
‘Harry Potter,’ she wrote with a frown.
‘Forgive me, but it is the same Harry Potter that they say defeated one of the greatest wizards of all time as a baby?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, it is true that if he is that famous, he might not notice you right away. Maybe if you do what I’ve seen work through the ages, you could have a chance with him.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. First of all, don’t ever tell him what happened to you yesterday.’
‘Yesterday?’
‘You know, where you wet your pants. You haven’t done it again, have you? Especially where he can see?’
‘No, not where he can see.’
‘But you’ve done it?’
‘Yes. Last night in my sleep.’
‘You better get control of this problem before you ask him how he feels about you. Boys think that girls that wet themselves are babies.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. You don’t want him to think that, right?’
‘Right.’
Ginny talked about how she felt about Harry potter for another three hours almost forgetting about dinner. She hoped that Harry would really like her, if she could just find the right way to approach him, but at the moment, the diary was telling her not to get anywhere near him if she wets because he would smell it off of her, and he might even embarrass her, if she embarrassed him by saying she liked him.
‘Oh, time for dinner,’ Ginny closed. |
Ginny’s Diary
Chapter Three
Later that night, a couple of hours before the students were to be locked in their rooms, Ginny had been talking to ‘Tom’ again.
‘You really shouldn’t leave your diary laying under your pillow,’ the slanted green writing told her. ‘One of your roommates tried to read your stuff, but luckily, they only got to say ‘hi’ to me.’
‘Who was it?’
‘I don’t know. I told her that I knew she wasn’t Ginny, and I told her that if she was so nosy as to go poking in her friend’s stuff, then was she really a good friend?’
Ginny cursed herself on the inside knowing that if anyone read what she had been telling Tom over the last two nights, she’d be lucky to have any friends left at all.
‘So, have you been to the bathroom?’ Tom asked her.
‘No, not yet.’
‘What time it is? In my day, they were pretty strict about students staying in their dorms after dark.’
‘Yeah, they are really strict now, too. Wait, what do you mean in your day?’
‘Well, you don’t think they just made up the name Tom off of the top of their head, do you? I’m able to interact with you because I am a magical echo of what used to be. My real person, who is grown by now, had gone to Hogwarts a long time ago.’
Ginny raised her eyebrows and pouted at the diary. She wasn’t sure what it was telling her, or if it was all a lie, yet she couldn’t just put it down and not find out more.
‘Fine,’ she wrote. ‘Anyway, yeah, they are strict here.’
‘So you do want to use the bathroom, before they lock up for the night, don’t you?’
Ginny nodded and grabbed the book and walked out of the room. Students were bustling in the halls and talking happily among each other, and as she turned the corner, she saw Harry and Ron talking to Hermoine about some secret.
Ginny’s face flushed. She wanted so much to talk to Harry, but he was talking to his friends right now. It would be rude to interrupt them. Besides, she had to go to the bathroom before curfew so that she could avoid another night time accident.
She passed by the trio as they talked about the friendly groundskeeper, Hagrid. Ginny didn’t really stay around to see what they were talking about, but kept her head low and walked past them scared to make eye contact with Harry or either of them.
She darted into the bathroom, and sitting on the toilet, she sighed. She was finally alone, and in her hand, was her diary and a bewitched ever-inking quill. She opened the book as she sat, and she sighed.
‘Harry was outside the bathroom talking to Ron and Hermoine,’ she wrote in the Diary. ‘I thought I was going to faint as I walked past, but they were so interested in talking about Hagrid, they didn’t even notice me.’
‘Hagrid,’ the slanted writing responded somewhat curiously. ‘You know, he’s always liked monsters.’
‘Yeah?’ Ginny wrote back. ‘What kind of monsters did he play with when you were at school?’
‘He had this really large monster once that he got kicked out of school for.’
‘Oh, is that why he’s not allowed to do magic?’ Ginny asked.
‘Precisely.’
Ginny felt herself being pulled into the Diary. She met the young boy who had to be in at least his sixth year. And he had a kind smile. He reached out his hand towards her, and took her hands in his.
“Do you want to see something important about the groundskeeper?” Tom, a very handsome sixth year smiled at her. His charming smile was like magic, and Ginny immediately liked him.
“Yes,” she said looking down, wondering if he had taken her from the bathroom on purpose because she really had to go. “But Tom, you kind of interrupted me from using the toilet.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that you would have opened the diary on the toilet,” the boy smiled at her. “Well, I can send you back if you are not that interested.”
“I am interested,” she blushed. “I’ll wait.”
Tom nodded and pointed at the image of himself coming up the stairs towards them. Ginny’s mouth dropped. There were two Toms now. She looked back at the real one as the other one passed them without even looking at them.
“I am so confused,” Ginny looked at him wide eyed.
“I am the diary,” Tom told her. “That Tom is the image that I took my name from, and he is going to show what Hagrid has been up to.”
Ginny gulped, and following Tom, she climbed the steps after the image. They walked into an empty room where Tom caught the backside of the bigger student, Hagrid, bustling about a cupboard.
“I’m sorry, Hagrid,” the second image of Tom was talking to the image of Hagrid. “But they might close the school. Your monster will have to be taken away.”
“You can’t be serious. Arogog wouldn’t hurt a fly,” he turned and looked Tom full in the face. “Arogog is innocent!”
Tom shook his head. He put a consoling hand on Hagrid’s shoulder as three teachers came into the room. “Please, headmaster,” the image of Tom pleaded. “Hagrid didn’t know that his pet was dangerous. Can you do anything to stop them expelling him?”
“I’m afraid there little that can be done than to have him expelled for this. His monster has killed,” the headmaster said. The man was balding and had laughing lines around his eyes, but at the moment, he looked as stern as a father correcting his child.
The images started to fade, and Ginny found herself not on the toilet where she had supposed she had last been, but waking up in her bed, her sheets and pants soaked in urine. Blushing, she looked around at her room, and found it to be the middle of the night with everyone else sleeping.
“How… Where? What am I doing here?” she asked herself wondering if she had dreamed the whole Tom encounter. She opened the diary that was still in her hand, but of course the pages were blank.
‘Tom?’ she wrote on the blank page.
‘I’m here,’ the green slanted writing appeared.
‘Your name really is Tom?’ Ginny asked.
‘Yes.’
‘So, Hagrid was really in trouble for his monster?’
‘I’m afraid so.’
Ginny looked down. She sighed and closed the diary. Then she stood up and walked to her closet to get some clean underclothes to sleep in. Even as she stood, the house elf was back and already preparing clean sheets for her.
What Ginny couldn’t understand though, was that Tom had prodded her to go to the bathroom, so why was she waking up from the dream in her bed, and all wet, if she had gone to the toilet? Surely, she had moved to her room somehow.
Ginny didn’t think too much about it though as her eyes were quite heavy, and she really wanted to go back to sleep.
The next morning, Susan shook Ginny awake, and they walked together down to breakfast.
“I was pretty worried about you last night,” Susan was telling Ginny as they walked out of the common room portal. “You really looked like you were asleep on the toilet, and I had to basically tug at your arm to get you to come to bed.”
“So, you took me to bed?” Ginny thought aloud.
“Yeah,” Susan answered thinking she was talking to her. “What I don’t understand though, is you had a lot of sleep the night before. How can you sleep so much?”
Ginny shrugged though she thought that maybe the diary’s magic had caused it when she was pulled into it like a dream. Something was off about it, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe if she continued talking to the person, in the diary, he would teach her how to get Harry to like her, and she would be able to figure out what the book’s importance was. She felt like something was not quite right, but it wasn’t dangerous.
As Ginny and Susan walked into the drab gray walled dungeons to find the severe man that was dressed in a long black cloak which he used to emphasize his mysterious appearance, Ginny looked down at the floor trying to avoid the man’s alluring gaze.
“So, as you have all been in class four times already this year, I expect that every student knows the rules. You may not leave in the middle of a potion, and you will not bring unnecessary objects to this class. Your wands will be kept in your holders unless you need them for a specific step in one of the assignments I give.”
Ginny sighed. She looked up at the man from her table, waited for him to begin class.
“Turn to page three. You will find a fairly common and simple potion there. Anyone not finished with the correct concoction, will find themselves in detention this afternoon. Get started.”
Ginny started right away cutting up her roots. She would think about Tom and the diary later when she had time. Her brother had warned her that Professor Snape was not very friendly to Gyphondor, so she wanted to be very careful not to end up in detention with him.
The double hour had begun, and all the students were quietly making their potions so that they could please the dark teacher. Not many really knew what to make of Snape at the moment, and no one seemed to want to test his resolve. His dark eyes, his black cloak, and his quiet tone seemed to have a power, that was not magical in the sense of using a spell, but it was a power that even Ginny’s primary teachers had at school.
Nearly halfway into the second hour, some of the students started to finish their potions and were bringing them up a couple of students at a time, and for the most part, to only be sent back to their tables to check over their directions again. It seemed that not even of the Slythern kids could please the man, and he had called this potion simple.
Ginny looked at the color of her potion carefully to make sure it had the light pink with purple glittering tale-tale signs that it was ready as a potion. She also double checked her worksheet, that every step had been crossed off, and she checked her table once more for any forgotten ingredient or even for an unused tool. Everything seemed to be in order, but she was still quite nervous as no one had yet passed the professor’s scrutiny.
Sighing, Ginny finally took her potion to the front table, and she set it down in front of the teacher, her eyes looking at the floor, her hand shaking, and her breathing rather heavy.
“Are you alright?” Snape whispered to her.
“Yes, I think so,” Ginny replied a little uncertain.
“Do you think this potion is right?”
Ginny looked at the ground. “Why should I think I did better than anyone else?” she asked.
“I see,” Snape replied with a curl in his lips. “Well, Mrs. Weasley, it so happens that you have indeed passing in the first of acceptable potions. You may go sit and read a book quietly.”
Ginny went back to her table, not telling the professor that she though that he could at least give Griffondor one or two points for being the first to give a potion that passed his expectations.
After the class, she and Susan walked out of the class, Susan having been given detention among nearly half of the class because they had not finished the potion.
“Ron really wasn’t kidding,” Ginny told her friend.
“Ron?”
“My brother! He told me how he was towards anyone but Slythern, and how he would be really difficult to please.”
“You succeeded though,” Susan smiled at her. “Maybe you can help me learn the potion front and back in our free time, before I have to see the professor and try again,” she whispered.
“Yeah, sure,” Ginny nodded. “Right now, though, how about getting some lunch? I’m really hungry.”
“Sure.”
After lunch, and before their next class, Ginny and Susan spent all their free time getting Susan ready to pass the lesson for Professor Snape.
At the end of the day, Ginny was at dinner, and looking at her Diary, writing to Tom.
‘Hey Tom.’
‘Hey.’
‘I was meaning to talk to you! Why did I fall asleep, when I saw your vision that you wanted to show me?’
‘You just aren’t used to looking at stuff that way I guess.’
Ginny sighed, and closed the diary stuffing it into her little satchel, then she turned to the table to eat. Susan wasn’t there because she was already serving detention, and Ginny was feeling a little embarrassed to intrude on her brother and his friends.
Susan being unavailable, Ginny found herself quite bored and uninterested in doing anything but writing to ‘Tom’ in the diary, so she stood up from her place after eating very little, and she started towards the Great Hall doors, but then she ran into Ron who was by himself at the time.
“Ginny,” Ron took her arm. “Can I talk to you?”
“Sure,” she tried to pull her arm away from him.
“Over here,” he directed her into an empty classroom. His eyes fell upon hers, and she could read concern in them. He was about to get into her business, but she wasn’t sure what he was going to talk about since she didn’t think that there was anything noticeable about her appearance or any rumors yet.
“Ginny,” Ron started. “How much sleep are you getting at night?”
“Sleep?” she asked.
“Your eyes look as though you haven’t slept in a few days.”
“I went to bed. You can ask Susan,” she looked at him quite confused.
“Well, you look tired sis. And there’s another thing…”
“What?”
“Did you go to the bathroom today?”
“Why?” she was growing impatient to Ron’s bothersome intruding.
“Your jeans are a little wet on your butt.”
“Why are you looking at my butt?”
“I didn’t mean to. One of my classmates pointed at you, and said you must have sat in something or ….” Ron’s ears burned red.
“…or peed my pants?” Ginny’s eyebrows rose in a question.
“Yeah,” Ron whispered to her. “So did you wet your pants?”
“Not that badly,” Ginny truthfully stated. “I was in class, and had to go, but I waited until the class was over because you know Professor Bins doesn’t seem to ever pause, and I didn’t know when to interrupt him, and then on my way, I lost a little bit of it was all.”
“Be careful, Ginny. I don’t want anyone making fun of my sister. Just go to the bathroom next time. He’s so oblivious, he wouldn’t even notice if you left.”
“Right,” Ginny looked down. “Are you going to tell on me?”
“Who would I tell?” Ron asked her. “Mom and Dad surely wouldn’t care….”
“I don’t want mom to know.”
“Why?”
“She’ll treat me like a baby, and might even think I’m too immature to go to school,” she whispered.
“Mom wouldn’t do that!”
Ginny looked sternly at Ron.
“I won’t tell mom, okay? Just be careful because other kids can be mean, especially the Slythern kids.”
“Some kids are nice,” Ginny reminded him.
“Maybe, but I don’t know how nice they’d be to you if they found out you were doing this. You are too old, Ginny.”
Ginny blushed. Before she could really say anything more about it though, Ron put a hand on her shoulder, whispered to her to clean up, and departed the empty classroom leaving her there to think about what he had said.
Ron was always watching her. It seemed that he was always the first one in the family to ever notice when she had wet the bed before, or even when she had not made it to the bathroom after being somewhere all day with the family, and Ginny was scared to find the bathrooms on her own, and too embarrassed to ask except to her mom in secret.
She reached her hand back to her bottom and tried to feel the damage. Her butt was still pretty wet, though that had really happened at least an hour ago. If people could really tell, and she had hoped that it was hidden because she thought it was only a little leak, then it was no wonder she was getting strange looks off and on for the last hour by different people.
She felt warm heavy stinging tears collecting behind her eyeballs, and her breathing felt like it was becoming heavy and emotional. Why did she have to have bladder troubles only her second week at school? She wondered if Susan noticed at all, but Susan had not said anything at all.
Back in her room, after she had changed into clean undies and an undershirt to sleep in, she crawled into her blankets, pulled out her diary and started to write in it.
‘Hi Tom,’ she started with shaking writing.
‘Something wrong?’ the diary came back in it’s usually neat green slanted writing.
‘Yeah. My brother noticed that I wet my pants this afternoon, and he said that others saw it too.’
‘Did your crush see it?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Well, was it something you could have avoided?’
‘I don’t think so. I was in class, and scared to ask to go because it was professor Binns. He never pauses when he lectures.’
‘Oh, that old ghost? He’s still around?’
‘Yeah. So anyway, it was only a little bit, and I thought it was hidden. I couldn’t see anything on the front of my pants at all, and between my legs, it was only partly down the thighs, not even but a few centimeters from my crotch, so I thought I was safe. I went to the bathroom before too much had come out.’
‘Well, if your brother was told by other people that you are wet, obviously they found out somehow.’
‘My butt was a little more noticeable than I thought it would be,’ Ginny blushed as she wrote this.
‘You were sitting down when you wet, why didn’t you check that first?’
‘I don’t know. I guess I was just not thinking.’
‘Maybe you should go to the school matron. She might be able to give you something for the problem or get permission to take you to see a healer to see if they can do anything for you.’
‘No point,’ Ginny wrote. ‘The Healers know what it is, but they say that I can only really do the treatments twice a year or it could have adverse effects on my body, and I just did them over the summer.’
‘So, your parents know that you are wetting the bed at least?’
‘Yeah,’ she felt her face heat up momentarily again. ‘The healers say that a part of it is that my bladder is small for my age, so it sometimes cannot keep up with my growth and activity. And they say that nervousness and excitement are common causes for someone like me to have… um… accidents.’
‘Well, I’m sorry you are having difficulties. You really need to be careful about anyone seeing you wet though, especially Slythern kids. They are the meanest, and you don’t want your crush to see you wet, or he might not like you.’
Ginny sighed. She lost herself in her Diary, writing into the night.
Several hours later, Ginny woke up, not in her bed in her dorm, but down in the bathroom. Her panties were soaked in urine, and she hadn’t even put any clothes on. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, and looked around in the dark.
“What are you doing here?” Ginny jumped at the sound of Moaning Myrtle behind her. “You wet your panties?” the ghost asked her.
“I… yeah. I guess I was going to the bathroom,” Ginny replied sheepishly and stuttering. “It’s too late now.”
“Obviously,” Myrtle smiled at her. “How old are you?”
“Eleven.”
“Okay, just checking. You should get back to your room before anyone catches you. First of all, if a teacher catches you out of bed this late, and dressed this indecently, you are sure to be in trouble. Second, if any of the other students are roaming the school… well, you wouldn’t want that embarrassment.”
Ginny nodded and started to leave the bathroom. She couldn’t understand how she had gotten there. She didn’t even feel like going to the bathroom when she remembered writing in the diary and talking to Tom. She pushed the door slightly open checking into the hall to see if it was clear. Then she walked along the corridors as quietly and stealthily as she could. She was so scared of being caught.
Finally, back in her room, she changed her unders and crawled back into her bed. She found the diary under her blankets, closed it, and put it under her pillow to sleep with it. |
Ginny’s Diary
Ginny felt something in the pit of her stomach stirring, and she felt her thighs moving against each other as she tried to regain conscious thought of where she was. She felt as though she was not supposed to be asleep at the moment, but yet, somehow, she was just opening her eyes.
Yes, she was once again, lying in the bathroom. She tried to remember what she had done that day, but she couldn’t even remember talking to anyone. Had she gone all day sleeping in the bathroom on the floor without anyone even noticing?
Finally, Ginny sat up and looked around her. She was close to the sink, where she normally would wash her hands, or so she thought. Something wet under her bottom made her dread what she was about to discover as she slipped her hands down by her crotch to confirm that she was soaked in pee again.
Ginny shook her head, and stood up. She looked at her tired looking eyes though the mirror and as embarrassed as she was, she felt like she better go talk to Professor McGonagal about her problem. Why was she wetting her pants nearly every day now? Why was she waking up in strange places, and why was she still feeling a little tired?
Ginny noticed her diary laying open, and she looked at the empty page wondering why she had her dairy with her again. It’s not like she would normally take her diaries with her anywhere where someone would realize she was writing in it. And she kept ending up in a bathroom, but always wet despite being in there! That was probably the strangest part of her waking up from dreamless sleep.
Ginny checked the time, and realized it was still the middle of the day. She slipped out of the bathroom, her face burning red because there was no way to hide her wet pants, and she walked towards McGonnagal’s office. She was just about to knock when she heard some nervous talking from inside.
“We may have to close the school.”
“Close the school?” McGonagal had taken a sharp surprised breath of air. “And what if we never find this monster? Where will our young witches and wizards learn magic?”
“I suppose they will probably go overseas.”
Who was talking with McGonagal? Whoever it was, it was too much for Ginny to bear someone else seeing her soaked. She walked away from the door and up towards the room. On her way, several other kids pointed and laughed at her wet pants. She just looked straight ahead trying not to let it bother her.
Tears welled in her eyes though. She could just hear everyone by the next day calling her names and teasing her about it. She got into the Gryphondor room, and she saw Ron, apparently being lonely.
“Ginny?” he looked up and saw her. “Aww! Sis! What happened?”
“I don’t know,” she looked down thinking that Ron was going to go off on her or at least write home about what had happened to her.
“Come on, Ginny. Tell me. I’m your big brother. I may be a turkey to you when we are at home, but we are at school. Tell me why you wet your pants. If someone is being mean to you…!”
“Oh, it’s nothing like that,” she hurried to calm him. “I just had an accident in the bathroom.”
“Alright, well go get cleaned up, sis. If anyone is bullying your or something, you better tell me though.”
“I will, Ron. I promise.”
He nodded.
Ginny ran up the stairs, and though she was mortified that he had noticed her, she was grateful that he had not even thought about teasing her, but actually immediately assumed that someone was picking on her or something to cause it.
Ginny got some clean clothes on, and then she opened her diary.
‘Tom? I really can’t help it! I keep wetting my pants, and now, my brother and several other kids saw it.’
‘Well,’ the slanted green writing came back to her. ‘I suppose there is no way to hide it from your crush then. You can just try to avoid him, if you don’t want him to see you doing it. Have you talked to the potion’s teacher or the matron in the hospital wing?’
‘I’ll never ask the potion’s master! He’s scary,’ Ginny wrote. ‘He’d probably as soon as give me detention as give me a helpful potion.’
‘What about the hospital wing?’
‘I was thinking about that. I almost talked to McGonaggal, but she was busy talking to someone else, and I really don’t want her to see me wet either.’
‘Who is Mcgonaggal?’
‘She’s our house professor and the instructor for transmutation class. She’s kind of severe, but I think she’s fair. She’s probably kind of like my mum.’ (Mum spelled the English way because she is from England).
‘So your head of house doesn’t realize you wet your pants or the bed yet?’ Tom asked.
‘I don’t think so. But it’s strange. I woke up in the bathroom again, and I was soaked, and it wasn’t even night time. I wish I knew what was going on.’
‘I know what’s going on,’ Tom wrote back slowly. ‘The monster is escaping around the school. People are getting attacked, and you are so scared, that you can’t help it. You are wetting your pants and fainting every time you think you might see the monster.’
‘How do you know this?’ Ginny was now starting to feel a little nervous of the little black book.
‘You took me with you three times, remember? We saw the monster a few hours ago. It had attacked a boy with a camera. Don’t you remember?’
‘But why didn’t it attack me… wait! You can see what I see when I have the diary with me?’
‘Yes. I can see everything. I can see right now, that you are wearing a skirt that is purple, and a white top. I can see that your eyes are in surprise, and that your mouth is partly open.’
Ginny threw the diary on the floor, the cover of the book closing. She panted as she stared at it. How could a diary see her so clearly? What was going on? She shook and looked around her empty room. There was something wrong with the thing, and she was now wondering if she shouldn’t try to get rid of it. |
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CHAPTER ONE
Anise and Tokunaga, Friends or Foe?
Trecking through Tartaroo Valley was the most unusual of friends, a small group brought together by fate.
Up front Luke and Guy walked side by side, saying nothing but enjoying the moments of friendship never truly felt in all seven years.
Taking up the rear were Tear and Natalia, chatting and giggling softly.
Between them was Anise who, much to Guy's relief, was fast asleep on her doll Tokunaga's back, snoring quietly. Next to her was Captian Jade Curtiss, the oldest of the group, somewhere in his late thirties. He simply hummed to himself, breaking the odd silence that hung like a shroud over the six companions, seven if you counted Mieu, the little blue Cheagle who had been banished from his home and was now serving his Master Luke. One could hardly count Tokunaga as living, though if Anise had been awake she'd have insisted it was just as alive as all of them.
Anise rolled over in her sleep, and if not for Tokunaga reaching up to steady her, she would have rolled right off of it.
Besides the occasional russle of leaves ahead, nothing desturbed the travelers and they continued on for several miles until the silence was finally broken, as though the group had been brought back suddenly from a dark abyss of death.
Anise stretched and yawned, her head wrapped tightly in bandages that Natalia had applied the day before when Anise fell from Tokunaga's hard durring a battle with a Liger.
She had been casting and said she never saw the second Liger sneak up.
"Guuuuy! Luuuke! When can we stop?"
Guy laughed.
"Anise, you've been asleep this whole time. If anything, Tokunaga should be tiered!"
Anise glared at him.
"Haha, very funny. I'm thirsty, and it's too hoooooot!"
Tear sighed from the back of the group.
"Maybe she's right. We're all tired anyway. Besides, it has been around six hours since we last stopped."
Guy shook his head, still not convinced.
"The more we walk, the closer we are to a town or something."
"BOOOOOOO!" Anise shouted, standing up and stepping towards Guy, who recoiled several feet.
"Gya…" he gulped.
"F-fine. We'll stop for the night. It's late anyway."
Luke led the group to a small cave behind a thick lichen curtain.
The cave was really a hollowed out tree, and moss hung in clumps on the walls.
Anise looked around.
"Wow, it's like a secret cave to our selves!"
"Uh, right…" replied Guy.
Tear and Mieu went out to gather food and water from farther north up the side of the hills while Guy and Luke went farther south to the river to bathe.
That left Anise, Jade, and Natalia in the cave to entertain themselves.
Of course this was a rather easy task for Jade, and Natalia stood buisily at giant Tokunaga's side, trying to figure out how one would heal a doll, using Heal and stitching up small holes.
Anise sighed and threw a rock at the wall, shrinking Tokunaga to its normal size once Natalia finished with it.
Luke and Guy were the first ones back, their hair soaked and heavy with water, eyes dancing as they laughed and talked, only quieting when Anise glared at Guy.
Tear and Mieu returned about half an hour later.
Tear had a large grass basket filled with water and Mieu had a smaller one filled with apples.
Mieu carried the apples over to Luke.
"Master, I found food!" he mewed cheerfully.
Luke and Guy each grabbbed apples, Natalia and Tear started talking again, and Jade fiddled with a pink sheet of paper, eventually producing a small paper kitten.
That left nothing between Anise and her water, and she drank eagerly.
After emptying 3/4 of the basket (No one seemed to care) she lay down with little Tokunaga in one hand and fell into a disturbed, restless sleep.
Anise awoke from an awkward dream about giant monster donuts a few hours later.
Natalia was asleep, her blond hair frizzed and messy.
Guy was leaning against the cave wall, likely asleep as well.
Other than Anise the only one awake was Jade, and he was flipping quietly through the pages of a book, so he may as well have been unconscious.
Luke and Tear must have gone for a walk because they weren't there, and neither was Mieu, who was likely out with 'Master' Luke.
Anise sat bolt upright as she realized that the water she drank was starting to get to her.
She stood up and crept outside where Tear and Luke sat side by side on the river bank with their shoes off and their feet in the water. Tear looked up when Anise walked out.
"Oh, Anise!" she said, slipping her feet back into her tall brown boots.
Luke quickly slipped on his red sneakers.
Anise yawned. She wanted to go back to bed, but first things first.
Mieu returned with an apple in his mouth and dropped it into a basket where Luke and Tear had been sitting a moment ago.
The basket was full of fruits and berries that Mieu had roasted himself.
"Yeah, hey Anise." said Luke.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
Anise frowned.
"Yeah, well, but I can't sleep now I-"
Tear shook her head.
"Go back to bed Anise."
"But-" Anise froze as Tear sung a hauntingly familiar melody.
"Tue rei ze croa riou tue ze…"
Anise sighed and fell asleep.
Sunlight pooled into the cave and Anise's knew Tear must have carried her back.
Right, she needed to pee-
No she didn't.
Anise's blood turned to ice as she slipped a hand down to her crotch, which, sure enough, was warm and sticky.
She stepped outside and quickly enlarged Tokunaga.
The doll looked happily at its Master, her brown hair, flat chest, cute purple and white top-
Tokunaga paused when it saw her waist and butt, clearly soaked.
Anise glared at it.
"Leave me alone!" she said to it.
"It's not my fault!"
She glanced around.
"Listen, just cover for me while I, uh, clean up."
Tokunaga nodded solemnly.
Anise stripped down and allowed herself tho sink to the bottom of the river for a moment. She swam around until she had to go up for air, almost screaming when she surfaced to see Tokunaga standing there.
The water began to change color and Anise froze.
"T-Tokunaga, hold my cloths; I still need to pee."
She jumped out, planning on finding a bush when she heard Luke, Tear, and Guy's voices.
"Anise!"
"She has to be somewhere over here."
"Anise, we're leaving!"
Anise quickly pulled her cloths on (Tokunaga cleaned them for her, FYI)
and jumped on Tokunaga's back.
"Right here!" she called, riding over, bladder still full.
Anise rode Tokunaga behind the others, clutching tightly to her crotch.
She swore under her breath as some urine leaked out.
She glanced around nervously for about an hour until she could wait any longer.
She moaned as a dark wet patch spread over her large doll's back.
The doll stared at its Master Anise, eyes full of tears and pink pants sticky and transparent.
Anise glared at it.
"Not funny."
But it was sympathy, not amusement, in Tokunaga's eyes. |
Okay, so this is how this is gonna work from now on. I'm gonna do the main characters, then the villains. Here's the villains from Tales of the Abyss.
CHAPTER TWO
Arietta v.s Sync: The Wild Tempest!
Luke's Journal Entry:
Today we had a rather…odd encounter with the six god-generals. Well, Sync the Tempest and Arietta the Wild, anyway. Lets just say Guy's leg is broken, Anise is still unconscious, and I'm sitting here cleaning the Cheagle urine of my shoes! Sound like an epic falliar?
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"Stone Dragon Assent!"
Sync spiraled upwards and struck the tree with enough force to knock every last apple off the branches, sending a shower of bright red fruit down on the girl below.
"Sync!" the girl shouted, quickly summoning a powerful blast of fonons.
"O Twisted Doors, Open Wide… Negative Gate!"
The dark light enveloped the apples, burning them to a crisp.
Sync snorted.
"Nice going. You just burnt our lunch."
Arietta stuck her tongue out at him.
"This is stupid. Wy can't we just go home?"
"Home!?" Sync laughed.
"There is no 'home!' We don't have a 'home!'"
Arietta pouted.
True, she was an orphan and Sync was a reject, but Van needed them at HQ. That was almost home.
Sync sighed.
Neither of them really wanted to be trekking through the woods looking for Luke's group.
But they really didn't have a choice.
"We'll set up camp here. There's a stream farther down the hill. I'll go get some water. You're good with edible plants, right?"
Arietta nodded.
"Good. Go het us some food."
Sync headed for the stream to get a much needed drink. Killing a giant turtle monster with a single Stone Dragon Assent, he filled its rock shell with water to bring back.
When he returned to the now bare apple tree, Arietta was sitting there by a small mountain of fruit, berries, nuts, roots, leaves, seeds, and stems.
Sync passed her the shell of water, and the two tucked in to their measly meal before falling into an uneasy sleep.
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Sync woke in the middle of the night, sweaty and sore.
He felt a slight tug at his bladder, but that's not what woke him up. There were voices whispering off in the forest, and not the voices Sync had hoped to hear at this hour.
"Luke, it's no use. They're not here, so just give it up."
"No. I'm sure of it. I definitely saw them."
Luke's group was looking for them!?
"Luke, Guy's right. There's no way."
Guy's laugh could be heard from where Sync and Arietta hid inside a hollow tree trunk.
"Wow Tear. For once I actually agree with you!"
"Oh, really? Wow… then-"
"Gyaaa! G-get away!"
A third person joined the conversation.
"Now Guy, we know you're having fun, but we really must be going."
"Aww, Colonel!" a little girl piped up.
"You're no fun. Boooooooo!"
Sync threw his mask on his face and placed a hand on Arietta's shoulder.
"Wake up. The enemy's here!" Sync hissed.
Arietta sat up quickly.
"What!?"
I placed my hand over her mouth.
"Hmph! Mmh!"
"Who's there!?" the one named Guy calls out.
Sync glared at Arietta, though she'd never know what Sync's eyes looked like under the golden bird mask he wore.
"You blew our cover. We need to fight them. Ready?"
Arietta nods.
"Go!" Sync whispers.
"Turbulence!" he shouts, sending a blast of wind at Luke's group. While they're distracted, he grabs three knives from under the orange bandanas on his arms and throws them at the blond one, Guy.
Guy falls back but recovers in mid-air, drawing his sword and running at Sync.
"Sword Rain Alpha!"
Sync jumps in the air to dodge Guy's sword, but Guy did a backward summersault and lashed out at Sync, leaving a long slash mark on Sync's arm where Guy's sword shredder the fabric of his black coat.
Arietta, who was hidding in the trees, thrust her doll at Sync.
"Sharpness!" she cried.
Sync bawled his fists as Arietta's spell strengthens him.
"Ground Dasher!" Sync yells, but a man in a blue military uniform does the same.
The rocks from both sides collide, and Guy collapsed, the cuff of his black jeans cought on one of the many jagged stones.
Sync avoids the worst of it, Dodging with another Stone Dragon Assent, then delivering another blow with his Hallowing Gale Mystic Arte.
Meanwhile, Arietta hid in the shadows, casting.
Her consentraition snapped before she could use Limited on the hate Anise, however.
She placed a hand on her lower abdomen.
"N-no way. Not now, p-please no…" she moaned as if she were about to be thrown off the edge of a cliff into a sea of sharks.
Sync glanced back and saw the girl fall to her knees.
"Arietta!"
He turned to his opponents.
"I don't have time for you. Akashic Torment!"
He watched as the group slumped down, defeated. They all lay on the mossy floor, unconscious.
"Arietta! What's wrong?" he asked, kneeling down next to his distressed companion.
"N-nothing…?" she moaned weakly, feeling her bladder tug.
Sync glanced at her tightly squeezed legs and her hands, which were nearviously balling up the legs of her black pants.
Sync shrugged.
"Whatever. They're starting to come to. Can you fight?"
Arietta nodded and stood, helping as her bladder spasmed a protest.
Sync eyed her one last time.
"Turbulance!" he shouted, whipping more wind at the half-awake foes.
Everyone, jumped to their feet, accept Guy, who was on the ground defeated, and Anise, who climbed back on her Tokunaga doll.
Too bad for Mieu the Cheagle, the wind knocked him back onto Luke's red sneakers, and the tiny creature wet itself in fear.
"D-damn it, thing! You peed on my shoes!" Luke roared with fury.
"Luke, don't hurt him!" begged Tear.
"Feal the hammer of light-"
Poor Arietta.
The sight of the Cheagle peeing was too much. She fell to the ground and gripped at the crotch of her pants.
Sync felt his own bladder jolt as he quickly realized the girl's situation, but he knew he was in much less danger than her.
Arietta rocked back and fourth, moaning like a nearly dead yak.
She tightened her grip as she felt her control slowly weakening, and whimpered as she released a small amount of liquid into her black pants.
Sync shot a concerned glance at Arietta, but he had averted his gaze a moment too long.
"Impailing Heven!"
Sync cried out in pain as Jade's spear collided with his stomache.
"A-Akashic Tor-m-ment!" he managed as he was knocked back.
The bright light blinded the group as Sync hit the ground, and just like that he lay there.
"A-Arietta…" he panted, tired out from using the powerful move not just once but twice.
"F-finish them. I gave you a good start, kill 'em!"
Arietta whimpered.
"I-I can't!"
Sync glared at her, though it was pointless with the mask on.
"What do you mean, damn it!?"
"C-can't, hold, iiiiit…"
She gasped as a rock whizzed past her ear and her bladder gave in.
Within a minute her pants and skirt were soaked, and so were the black gloves she wore, which she removed and threw on the ground.
She stood slowly, reavealing the wet splotch on the crotch of her pants and the edge of her black ruffled skirt.
Anise, who obviously threw the rock, laughed and pointed.
"Gloomietta peed her pants!" she teased.
"Why you! Anise!" Arietta cried, tears of shame and fury creeping into her sad round eyes.
"Toll the beginning of time… Fall! BIG BANG!"
The black starry light burst into the forest clearing, and when it cleared, the group was gone.
Sync stood slowly.
"Great job, Arietta."
But the pink haired girl wasn't listening.
"Damn you, Anise." |
Thank you for the positive comments about the first story I posted (Two Caught Out). This time I am posting what is actually the first story I wrote about Jill. Please enjoy:-
Jill gave a little involuntary shiver. She was just starting to realise she had got herself into a bit of a dilemma! She was waiting to cross the road, having just left her friend. They had met up for the evening to catch up on the latest news and gossip, and had spent a few pleasant hours in their favourite wine bar. After having left, they had walked together as far as they could, before going their separate ways. Of course, being good friends, they had stood chatting for ages before they headed off home in different directions.
It was a lovely summer evening, and although it was quite late, there were still quite a number of people about. The traffic was also still quite heavy, which was making Jill have to wait to get across the road a lot longer than she would have liked.
The trouble was that she was really needing to relieve herself – really needing! Although she had not had a lot to drink- only 3 glasses of wine – and had used the toilet before leaving the bar, she was starting to become really desperate. She still had to walk for about 25 minutes before she reached home. Her route took her along a wide street, with houses set back off it and wide, well lit footpaths. It was a residential area, and because of the lovely evening quite a few people were out walking dogs or having a late evening stroll.
Jill now wished she had not stood chatting for so long. She had been to the toilet once whilst in the wine bar, shortly before leaving and had thought that she would easily make it home. Now she was beginning to have real doubts, as she was needing to pee really badly. She put her doubt to the back of her mind, however, saying to herself that women in their mid-forties can surely wait for the toilet, and that the need would pass.
At last the traffic cleared sufficiently for her to cross the road and continue on her way. She was trying to walk as quickly as possible, which wasn’t particularly easy in her condition. She had reached the stage where, if there hadn’t been so many people about, she would have discreetly held herself between her legs. Every now and then she had to slow down and try to squeeze her thighs together to help in her efforts to keep control. The night air wasn’t helping either, as it was starting to become cooler and she was wearing a light summer dress.
Jill was really beginning to think that she might even have an accident if she didn’t get to a toilet soon. But there were no toilets nearby - at least not public ones, and she didn’t know anyone in the area that well that she could just go to their door and ask to use their toilet, especially at this time of the evening. So instead she tried desperately to think if there was anywhere secluded enough so that she could have a quick pee without being noticed. Anywhere secluded would do, as long as there was nobody about and she could get some much needed relief. All she wanted was to find somewhere where she could drop her knickers and empty her bursting bladder. Normally it would be the last thing she would want to do, as she had very little experience of peeing anywhere else than in a toilet. She remembered the few times when she had been caught short and had been forced to go behind a hedge, but that had been over twenty years ago. However, her need was now so acute that she really had to find somewhere, and fast! At least she was wearing a dress, so it would be easier to whip down her knickers and tights to have a quick pee than it would be if she had been wearing trousers. She would still need to be careful though, as she didn’t want to spoil her dress, which was nearly new and had been quite expensive.
Then suddenly a spasm hit her, and she had to stop walking and stand for a moment, really pushing her thighs together in an attempt to hold back the flood. Now she knew she had to find somewhere quickly, or it would be too late and she would go in her knickers – something she had never done as an adult. She could not really remember much about the last time she had accidentally wet herself because she had been unable to wait for a toilet, as it had been back in her early childhood. Certainly there had been times when she had been really desperate, but never to the extent that she had not been able to wait.
She realised that it was looking increasingly unlikely that she would be able to hold on until she got home, so she decided to leave the main road and take the longer route through quieter streets. They were less well lit and would hopefully have plenty of parked cars she could maybe squat between, or some dark corner which would give her cover. She really didn’t want to have to pee outside, but it was becoming obvious that she would have no other option. She had overheard some of the younger girls at work describing some of their exploits on their nights out on town. After consuming too much drink, they inevitably ended up having to pee on the street somewhere, and the prospect didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. Jill was older though, and had been well brought up. Ladies peeing on street corners was certainly something which would have been frowned upon in her youth. There were times when she or her friends were forced to go behind a hedge or down an alley, but they would rather have gone in their knickers than openly peed on the street!
The only thing she knew for sure was that she had to pee, and soon. She was really, really desperate now, and as soon as she got away from the main road she grasped her crotch firmly with one hand and held herself through her dress as she walked. She didn’t think she had done any in her knickers yet, but it had been very close a few times, and each spasm was worse than the last. She was not walking properly now, but hobbling along with her thighs squeezed together and holding herself continuously. She really had to go soon or she would wet herself completely!
Then she noticed a large van parked in a driveway of a house. There was a gap between it and the high boundary wall to the neighbouring house and the van shaded the gap from the light of the street lamps – perhaps she would manage to go in there. Jill quickly decided that there was no other option, and rushed into the darkness between the van and the wall, pulling up the hem of her skirt as she went. She was finally going to get the much needed relief she had waited ages for, and her muscles started to relax in anticipation. Just as she got into a high squat and got her hands on the waistband of her knickers and tights, however, a security light came on above the garage of the house. Thinking that someone was going to come out and find her, she quickly dropped the hem of her dress and rushed back out onto the footpath, walking quickly away from the house in case someone came out.
Because she had been so close to being able to relieve herself, only a superhuman effort on her part had prevented her from peeing. The pressure was so bad now that it hurt, and instead of just holding herself through her dress she now had one hand up her skirt holding herself tightly. Jill started to mutter to herself under her breath – “I’ must wait. I mustn’t let it out. I can get home.” Despite this, she was now seriously worried that she was going to have an accident. She was still a good few minutes away from home, and felt that she only had moments left before she would lose control. To make matters worse, she had to keep stopping completely to hold herself really hard and twist her legs together or she would have been leaking continuously. Frantically she looked around, searching for anywhere that she could quickly squat and get relief, but there was nothing – only one or two parked cars, no dark corners, no narrow alleyways – nothing. She started muttering to herself again, this time more in despair – “Oh no, I’m going to pee myself. Don’t let me wet myself! Please, let me get home, don’t let me go in my knickers!” The very fact that she used the word “pee”, even to herself, indicated how desperate she was, as she loathed any form of bad or vulgar language, and would never use the word in normal conversation.
Another spasm hit, and she thought that this time it she was going to lose it, but somehow managed to hold on. Just then a man came out of a the gate of a nearby house to take his dog out before going to bed, so Jill had to try to act as normally as possible, removing her hand from up her skirt and trying to walk normally. She was sure she was looking flustered, but smiled politely at the man as he walked past in the opposite direction. As soon as he was past she grabbed herself again, after looking around to check that he wasn’t watching, but it was ok, as he was striding down the road away from her, not looking back as she had feared. However, the short time that she had been unable to hold herself had been the final straw for her poor bladder, and as the next spasm came she felt a spurt of hot pee into the gusset of her knickers. Realising that she was only going to be able to hold on for a few more seconds, she spread her legs apart as far as her dress would allow, and waddled to the darker area between two street lights. She could feel herself becoming wetter around her crotch, but had not intentionally relaxed and was not consciously trying to pee. There were drops of pee trailing behind her as she proceeded along the pavement, and when she finally reached the shady area she trembled, squatted down close to the wall, lifting her skirt out of the way as her bladder finally let go. The pee gushed out of her, totally soaking her knickers and tights, and running through the gusset and up around her bottom. The pressure had been so great that her pee seemed to hiss from her for ages, forming a huge steaming puddle around her feet, and splashing her shoes and ankles. The feeling of relief was tremendous but she was so shocked at having wet herself in public – even if nobody had seen her – that she started sobbing to herself.
Once the flow had finally stopped she took a tissue from her bag and dried herself off as best she could, before quickly getting up and walking away. She nervously looked around, but it seemed that there was no-one about and that her accident hadn’t been witnessed by any one. Jill soon reached home, and, thankful that her husband was away for the night at a golf tournament, stripped off her soggy clothes and had a warm shower. Later, as she contemplated what had happened, she was still stunned by how quickly her need had come upon her and also by how helpless she had felt as she realised that she was not going to be able to hold on. She was glad that it had been as late as it was and that nobody had seen her wet herself, but dreaded to think what would have happened or what she would have done if it had been earlier or if she had been in company. Jill resolved that she would be very careful to use the loo before leaving a bar or restaurant from now on, even if she was not really needing to go. She also resolved to always carry a spare pair of knickers in her bag and she now understood why so many women did the same. |
"Good morning, Miss Brooke!" were the first words I heard as I walked through the front doors of my building. Today was my first day at my new job as assistant to the CEO of Vibrant Industries, an upscale architecture design firm. I spent what seemed like hours getting ready for the big day, and even though it was only 8:00AM the Arizona heat was already at full tilt. As such, I put together a comfortable but professional ensemble of a simple white top and a flirty but tasteful pink skirt. I had the worst time finding a pair of shoes to match so I snagged a pair of white heels walking out the door, forgetting how uncomfortable they were.
“Good morning!” I chimed back to the receptionist, forgetting her name completely. “Um... can you point me to my office please?” The girl behind the desk was young and absolutely stunning. “Third door on the right, ma'am,” she replied cheerfully, and with that I made my way, my heels obnoxiously clicking on the marble floors. My office wasn't at all what I was expecting. It wasn't exactly done being arranged yet, so my dreams of a large executive desk with a large leather chair were instead replaced with a stark metal desk and a run-of-the-mill pleather chair that looked like it had been in storage for quite some time. The curtains over my window were shiny and burgundy in color, and reminded me of a tablecloth.
As I stood frowning at the decorations I heard a deep voice behind me. “Morning, Kelly,” and I turned to face a well-groomed businessman with enough gel in his hair to form a helmet on his head. “Ah, Mister Douglas – good morning.” Jeff Douglas was the CEO himself and was double-fisting Styrofoam cups. “I brought you some coffee and your first assignment,” he said, holding the cup out to me. I took it carefully and thanked him. “I need you to do something with my inbox, it's out of control and there has to be a better way to deal with it.” “Not a problem, Mister Douglas,” I said confidently. “Good. If you can just sort through everything by the end of the day that would be great. I'll have everything brought to your office.” “An entire day to sort papers? Best job ever!” I thought to myself, and when he left I took my seat and attempted to settle in.
Shortly after, an old woman pushing a gigantic cart sauntered up to my office. I checked the clock. “Mail time at 8:45 in the morning? And what would I be getting already anyway?” I thought to myself, eying her. “Mister Douglas' inbox, Miss Brooke”, the woman croaked at me. My eyes grew wide as she struggled to move the overburdened cart to my desk. “Oh... thank you...” I trailed off, staring in awe at the size of my task. He wanted it sorted by the end of the day, and I wanted to make a good impression more than anything. I sat down and wheeled myself over to the cart and began sorting. Now I don't know what they put in the coffee there, but it's absolutely amazing. And I don't know how much you know about sorting mail, but it's really boring. As the hours passed I felt myself doze off several times, and every time that happened I'd get up and get another cup of coffee. This process repeated itself over and over, and the stack of junk this man possessed never seemed to dwindle.
I was on my fifth cup before I realized I hadn't eaten yet, and as I got up to take my break and go to the bathroom, I encountered Jeff in the lobby. “Ah, there you are Kelly. Listen, we're going to have to cut the day short today, there's an electricity upgrade happening this afternoon and we're going to be out of power for the rest of the night. The people will be here at three, so we need to be gone by then. Think you can have my inbox ready before then?” I should have said no, but vastly underestimating the size of my task and eager to please the man, I replied, “Of course, Mister Douglas! I was just going to the restroom and I'll get right back to it. “Great, thanks Kelly,” he said and walked off. I sighed heavily and started walking to the bathrooms. I wasn't even halfway there when I noticed the clock. It was almost one in the afternoon already and I wasn't even close to finishing. I immediately panicked and wheeled around, making a beeline back to my desk.
With an exasperated groan I plopped back into my chair and began feverishly sorting. I had developed a rather intricate sorting system that could not have been further from time-efficient. I was jittery from all the coffee and immediately began to regret not going to the bathroom. My bladder was quite full and I bounced a leg constantly as I tackled the never-ending mountain of papers. It wasn't long until I began to break a sweat from the effort, and I reached into my desk and pulled out a large bottle of water I brought in. My mouth was dry and I was sure I could just stop by the bathrooms at the end of the day without any problems. Taking a giant swig of water, I winced as my bladder reminded me that it was straining to keep up with my fluid intake. I took a deep breath and pressed on.
I was actually making good progress, and had I gone uninterrupted straight through I probably would have finished early. Of course it didn't happen that way. At around 1:45PM I heard a knock at my door. I had closed the curtains and the door of my office so that nothing would distract me from finishing. I sighed heavily, looking up. “Come in!” I attempted to sound cheerful but probably failed. “Hello again, Miss Brooke!” the receptionist piped at me. Her form was slim but curvy, and I had a very hard time maintaining eye contact as I gazed at her. “Hello, uhm, I'm sorry, what was your name again?” I asked, clearly embarrassed. “Sarah Hutchins, ma'am,” she replied sweetly, smiling at me. I don't know if I was getting excited or if my bladder was reminding me of the water I was retaining again, but I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other as I felt a twinge between my legs.
“Ah, that's right. Sarah. What can I do for you, dear?” I asked, as I subconsciously began tapping my heel rhythmically on the floor. “Here are the day's appointments so we can get them done before we have to leave,” she responded. I completely forgot about that. As receptionist she would document meeting requests during the day and before either of us are allowed to go home we have to schedule all of them together, to ensure a meeting is never missed. “Shit.” I thought, staring back at my project. There were stacks of papers all over, and the cart still had plenty more in it. “Of course, Sarah. Please, have a seat.” I uncrossed my legs and slowly stood up. I felt like someone punched me in the stomach as my weight redistributed on my bladder. I immediately bent forward and squeezed my thighs together, pressing my hands to my crotch and letting out an almost inaudible “Mmf.” Luckily for me Sarah was making her way to her chair and missed the scene.
I quickly wheeled my chair back over to my desk and sat down, wiggling the mouse to my computer to wake it up. I wiped my brow which was damp with desperation and effort, and kicked my heels off. Crossing my legs again, Sarah and I began going over every appointment meticulously. I couldn't believe how popular this man was, or how bad I was at using the calendar software. I began to grow hot from how bad I needed to relieve myself and being the genius I am I continued drinking from my huge water bottle. The more I drank, the more desperate I got, the hotter I became, and the more I drank. It was a vicious circle, and I began to lose the fight after scheduling the tenth meeting. As I took yet another swig of water I didn't look where I was setting my bottle down and placed it on a large pen, which caused it to start to topple over. My desk was covered with appointment and other important papers and in a moment of panic I lunged for it, halfway coming out of my chair.
“Ahh!” I yelped, grasping the bottle just in time, saving a stack of receipts from a watery grave. The crisis was averted, but in the excitement I felt the stinging sensation of every drop of water in my bladder attempting its way out. Quickly releasing the bottle, I hurriedly sat back down, and shielding myself behind the desk I clutched my crotch urgently, spreading my legs quite unprofessionally to do so. I took in a sharp breath through my teeth and flapped my legs together. Sarah looked at me inquisitively. “Are you alright, Miss Brooke?” she asked in that cute little singsong voice of hers. I looked up, visibly flustered. “What? Oh... yes, sorry. Almost lost my water everywhere.” She thought I was stating the obvious, when I was really talking about flooding my panties. Carefully I released my clutch on myself and double-crossed my legs, attempting to concentrate on the last of the appointments.
We didn't finish until a quarter after two, and as soon as Sarah left I asked her to close my door and wheeled myself quickly over to the last of my sorting project. I was clammy all over and leaving my legs crossed was becoming extremely uncomfortable. The urge to pee was growing by the minute and I was running out of time. Putting a hand on both sides of my chair I lifted myself up and bent my right leg in, tucking a foot under myself. I lowered myself back down and sat directly on the heel of my foot, pressing my tingling crotch against it forcefully. This immediately relieved some of the tension and I resumed bouncing my other leg as I frantically attempted to finish my job.
2:30PM. With thirty minutes to go, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was visibly sweating and automatically turned to the remainder of my water for relief. With every sip the intense twinge of desperation pulsed between my legs, and I began to rock back and forth slowly on my heel as I completely lost the ability to sit still. At 2:45PM I got my second wind, as I picked up the last stack of papers to be sorted. All I had to do now was to get everything together to return to where it came from. I felt a warm dampness on my heel as the constant friction against my crotch caused me to become slightly wet. As I readied myself to get up and start packing my work I paused to reach down and feel my panties. I scraped one of my freshly manicured nails against my clit through the fabric and bit my lip at the sensation.
“Almost done, Kelly?” I gasped and shot up out of my chair, my eyes darting to the door. Jeff was standing in my doorway, eying the stacks I set up all around the room. My heart was pounding as I realized that I had dribbled a bit in my panties at the sudden interruption. “Oh... M-Mister Douglas!” I stammered. “Sorry Kelly, I didn't mean to frighten you,” he said nonchalantly. I frantically straightened my skirt and fixed my hair as I fumbled about the room, picking up the various stacks of paper and placing them in their own categorized files. “N-no, It's alright, I'm- Yes, I'm just now on my way back up to your office,” I stammered. “Great work Kelly, I have to meet the contractors now so just leave everything in my office and lock it when you're done.” And with that he was gone, and he closed the door as he backed out of the room.
“Oh my god...” I muttered under my breath, quickly stacking the last of the files on my desk. The pile was about 2 feet tall and I had to hand-carry them up two floors to his office. As I carefully placed the top file down I felt another spasm between my legs and instantly sat down in my chair, clutching myself unashamedly under my skirt. My hands were greeted with a wet warmth and I swore under my breath, looking down to my lap. With a quick glance at the door I lifted my skirt and observed the damage. I discovered a wet patch on my gray panties about the size of a quarter. I reached down to feel just how wet I was and was instantly aroused. I wasn't sure what was happening or why I was becoming so excited but all I know is that it felt amazing.
A glance at the clock showed that I had twelve minutes to get upstairs, so I took a minute to catch my breath. I could not stop caressing the wet spot on my panties, tracing a circle around what I had done. The sensation was euphoric, and with a grin on my face I wheeled over to my door, locking it. I moved to a corner of the room and propped my feet up on my chair, spreading my legs, letting my skirt slide up around my waist. I leaned over to look between my legs and decided I wanted to see my little wet patch grow a bit bigger. With watery eyes and intense effort I carefully unclenched my muscles and tried to let a couple more drops come out. The tingling sensation was mind-numbing as I felt the brink of my pee escaping. I bit my lip and suddenly lost control.
I gasped loudly as a white-hot spurt of pee shot out into my panties. I struggled to stem the flow and saw a single but large drop land on my chair, immediately dribbling down and being soaked up by the bottom of my underwear. I now had two wet patches, and doubled over to clutch myself, frantically flapping my legs together. I had almost completely wet myself, and decided I had better get upstairs and get to the bathroom. Quickly standing, I immediately held myself as my bladder made me pay for teasing it like that. I groaned at the stack on my desk and realized I had quite the trip to make with no free hands. With a deep breath I scooped the files off my desk and made a beeline out the door.
I knew the stairs would not be the best idea given my situation, so I went straight for the elevator. The receptionist greeted me again but with every step I felt wave after wave of intense desperation as my bladder begged for relief, so I blew right past her. I got to the elevator and frowned at the buttons. With great effort I called for my lift and sighed as I looked up and watched the lights start from the top floor. Another twinge between my legs caused me to bend my knees inward, and I leaned awkwardly, frequently shifting my weight from side to side. Every muscle in my body was straining to keep from wetting myself in the middle of the lobby. It was like time slowed down as I gazed intently at the lighted numbers lazily making their way to the first floor. After what seemed like an eternity the doors slowly opened and I rushed in, tapping the top floor button repeatedly.
Luckily I was alone in the elevator, and set the files carefully on the floor. I kneeled down and sat on my heels, flapping my thighs together, clutching at the wet cotton between my legs. I bit my lip and stared at the floor, focusing everything on holding five cups of coffee and well over a liter of water in. However, I had gambled far too long, and as the elevator reached the top floor, it lurched forcefully to a stop and I teetered over, falling off my precarious perch on my heels. Toppling to one side I reached out to steady myself, and at the same time felt another intensely hot spurt of pee add to my already sizable wet patch. I gave one last effort to hold it back as I shoved a hand past my skirt's elastic band and under my panties to hold myself directly. However, my bladder finally gave way and I began wetting myself forcefully, a quiet hissing noise narrating the wetness between my fingers.
The relief was nothing short of orgasmic. I spread my legs and my eyes widened at the puddle forming beneath me. I began rubbing myself as the constant stream soaked my hand. The door was now completely open but there was no one on the third floor. As the stream began to subside I slipped a couple fingers in myself and with only a few thrusts orgasmed harder than I ever had before, a couple more spurts escaping onto the floor, but this time it wasn't pee. When I was finished I helped myself up onto my trembling legs, and wiped my hand on my skirt before picking the files back up. Shakily I set the files on his desk, locked his office, and took the stairs down. Tomorrow marks the first year of my time here, and though I haven't had any accidents since, I always hold it as long as I can, and every so often, I let a couple drops come out...
Edited April 10, 2012 by Tempest
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I've been wanting to write a story for some time, but just can't seem to pull a coherent idea together and make it work in a way I like. So, finally fed up with this, I just wrote a random scene because I felt like I had to get something out. Just a quick scene, more or less - I'll add more of these if I write them. This hasn't been edited, so if you see typos or whatnot just let me know and I'll clean them up.
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Syia just wanted to help, after all. She figured that, as someone who had been lucky enough to not need to work in order to support herself, that she should help repay society in some way, and it had come to her that she could be a sort of mysterious heroine, working behind the scenes to help the cops put away the bad guys. The idea struck a chord with her - she was pretty, and guys always liked to brag to pretty girls about their grand schemes. Syia was sure she could put her skills to use in helping ferret out the bad guys, and so tonight, that brought her to a well-known and somewhat notorious restaurant in the center of the city, sneered at by many as lowbrow because its waitresses were skimpily clad and busty, but Syia had heard that someone who was possibly of interest to the police frequented the restaurant. She was determined to help, and breezily brushed aside considerations such as the danger of thrusting herself into this situation without training or experience.
There had been an unusual string of incidents lately, all with a common thread. A city councilwoman investigating corruption had found her hearing interrupted numerous times by desperate flights to the toilet, delaying and disrupting the hearings so much that virtually no information could be gathered. A schoolteacher, beset by unusually intense bladder urges, had been forced to leave her class alone during a test and flee for the toilet, and accusations of cheating were dogging the school system. A female police officer had been forced to abandon her stakeout of a gang hideout due to unbearable pee desperation, and the members had escaped surveillance. In Syia's mind, the only possible answer was that some as-yet unknown person or persons were facilitating these convenient bladder emergenices, but the incidents and the settings had been so widely varied that no one had been able to tie them together yet. This was just the sort of thing she ought to be good at - a little nosing around, a little bit of investigative work, and then a packet of incriminating evidence found on the desk of the city's police chief one morning, leading to the bad guys being busted. The chain of events fit together so well in Syia's mind that she didn't even consider that things might not go as she planned.
There was another element to it as well. A mysterious figure, orchestrating a series of curious bladder incidents, but without revealing motive nor method - there was a tinge of erotic mystery to the situation. Syia had a secret weapon in her little information hunt, the extra-large cola which she had bought and drank as she drove towards this restaurant to engage in her new, and very temporary, part-time job. She could already feel it working on her bladder as she went in through the back entrance, and changed into a skimpy tank top and pair of shorts that hugged her so tightly they felt like a thong. A mischievous smile on her face, Syia passed on using the toilet, and got to work, in more ways than one. Syia knew her bladder wasn't very strong, the desperate urges would soon begin rolling in, and anyone who liked using bladder torture as their method of covering up foul play would be certain to have their eyes drawn to the squirming beauty. It didn't take very long at all for the pee pressure to begin.
It was a challenge for Syia, the blue-haired, busty woman whose clothing and hair styles could change on a whim. Though she needed glasses, she swapped them in and out for contact lenses as necessary - here, amongst other young and barely-clothed women, she opted for the contacts, and let her hair fall loose and wild down her back. Syia had a nice figure without being sticklike, and that was fully on display as she started to circulate amongst the warm, noisy room carrying trays of beer and chicken wings and french fries to (usually) groups of young men who seemed quite pleased to see her. Syia never failed to put on a good show, bending over at the waist whenever she could, winking at those who seemed to be tongue-tied and giggling at their blushes. Though she could have seen the stares and grins as rude, she chose not to. People often expected her to be embarrassed about herself and she could never understand why that should be.
The need to pee intruded on her thoughts. It started, as always, as a sort of warm pressure in her lower abdomen, a signal to her brain that she should start looking for an excuse to visit the toilet. Instead Syia began to press her thighs together and bounce slightly when she felt the urge begin to flare up, a delicious tingling that made the fullness radiate warmth to her whole body. She hadn't noticed anyone paying undue attention to her yet, but she was also yet to be truly desperate. That, however, was about to change. Catching the signal that it was time for a five-minute break, the sort of break that was usually used by the other girls for going to the bathroom, Syia instead got herself a mug of cola, and deliciously ignoring her bladder's distress signals, started to chug the drink. When she was done, and she stood up to start working again, the rush of caffeine slammed into her bladder, forcing Syia to suddenly cross her legs and grab onto a counter for support.
Here it came. A hammerblow of desperate sensations slamed into Syia's urethra, and though it subsided into a strong but manageable urge a few seconds afterward, Syia still had to walk in careful steps to avoid jostling her bladder too much. Now she was starting to attract attention, but the problem was she was attracting a lot of attention thanks to her desperate body language, and keeping herself from peeing, managing her heavy tray, and scanning the crowd to see if anyone stood out to her was extremely difficult. Thighs sliding back and forth frantically as she served more beer and chicken wings off of a tray, Syia walked quickly over to the next table, holding the tray down over her waist and subtly pressing its edge firmly against her urethra. "What can I get for you?" she asked, her smile a little tight and her voice sounding strained. The young man and his friends were consulting, but one of them piped up:
"A fountain!" he called out, and Syia blinked in confusion, the first thing coming to her mind being a gushing water fountain... and given the way the men snickered as Syia suddenly crossed her legs and bounced on the balls of her feet, it had been deliberate! "You know, something from the soda fountain," he went on innocently, and Syia had to awkwardly brace her notepad against the tray while keeping her legs crossed and maintaining her balance. The pee was coming too fast - Syia had had too much to drink, and instead of a nice and stately build-up to desperation, she had reached the point of true suffering too quickly! The others ordered beers, and Syia took down the orders as fast as she could, rushing back to the counter to call out, and experiencing a brief, fleeting relief as she leaned hard into the edge of the counter, pressing the wooden edge firmly against her crotch.
Syia's legs were always in motion. Even as she uncrossed her legs to lean against the counter, she balanced on one foot, the other sneaker-clad foot bouncing up and down, bending at the knee over and over again, before coming down to cross her legs again, making Syia twist in place as she waited for the drinks to be poured and sent to her. If she closed her eyes, it seemed, all she could hear was the background noise of conversation and eating, and it seemed to help, before one sound came to the forefront of her consciousness; the sound of liquids splashing into glass mugs! Abruptly she gasped and opened her eyes, feeling a hot tingling in her crotch, and Syia had to abandon dignity and squeeze with all of her might to keep from flooding... yet a single drop leaked, just one, not even enough to penetrate through her panties, just enough to dampen. All it left was a reminder of how badly she had to pee, teasing her peehole.
Standing still seemed to be worse than walking, because there wasn't even the task of serving to distract her from the almighty need to pee. Worse and worse it grew, until Syia was convinced her bladder must be showing, so heavy and full did it feel. Finally the drinks were ready, and Syia took them back to the table, putting on her waitress smile as she started to serve them - and realized she had one extra beer, which she held in her hand and scanned the table while wearing a somewhat blank expression, not quite realizing the problem at first. "That one's for you," one of the young men said, and they clinked their glasses together and looked at Syia expectantly, as the desperate female grew more and more awkward.
"I...I can't, I'm... working," she stammered, but now she had an extra beer, and didn't know what to do with it. Should she take it back? Just leave it here? She couldn't decide, and the soft chant of "drink, drink" from the people sitting at the table in front of her wormed its way into her mind. The quickest way to get rid of the beer would just be to drink it herself and take the empty glass back for washing, and so Syia tilted the mug to her lips and started to drink as fast as she could. There was nothing else she could do now but drink and hold herself, drawing yet more eyes as they watched the beautiful girl, legs crossed and one hand jammed between her legs, breasts bouncing as she frantically bobbed up and down on the balls of her feet, try to down a beer in one gulp. Amazingly, Syia managed it, and though she belched embarrassingly upon finishing, what was even more embarrassing was the subsequent round of applause that rippled through the restaurant, ensuring that for a long moment all eyes were on her.
Syia fought it as hard as she could. If she peed herself then and there, everyone would know. There was so much liquid in her bladder that she just couldn't take it anymore, and all that was holding her pee in were her two hands now clasped over her peehole... She would never see who did it, never know why, but at that moment someone pulled back the waistband of her shorts from behind and dropped an ice cube into her panties, and the sudden cold made her shriek with surprise and leap almost a foot into the air. When Syia came down, her shorts were rapidly growing dark with pee, and though Syia kept her legs crossed, pee streamed down them nonstop, her exhausted bladder no longer able to comply with her mind's demands to hold it in longer. A torrent came out, thoroughly soaking her tiny shorts, dripping onto the floor in a puddle around her, getting into her socks and on her shoes, everywhere. There was no stopping it, and total, embarrassing silence for almost the whole minute it took for Syia's bladder to empty itself out.
Breathing hard, as if she'd just run a marathon, Syia fled to the back room as someone called for a mop and bucket to clean up the mess, and flew into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, temporarily locking the world out as well. Syia looked into the mirror, taking in the sight of a once-desperate woman who had lost her fight with her bladder, and grinned. She would need to pee again soon, of that there was no doubt...
...and Syia loved to torture herself. |
Here is another story. it's not about jill this time, but a similar theme. Enjoy:-
Sally looked dejectedly through the windscreen of the jeep. All she could see was the mock US army emblem which her husband had painstakingly painted to complete the restoration of the ex WW2 vehicle. Bill, her husband, was very proud of his jeep. He had totally restored it over several winters and they had attended several classic car rallies over the summer. Today they had been at a large classic vehicle event held at a historic country estate. It was over a 3 hour drive away from their home, so they had trailered the jeep down and were staying in a hotel just outside the nearest main town.
Sally enjoyed taking part in these events as it gave her the chance to indulge in her passion for vintage clothing. She had a large collection of retro garments which she wore at every opportunity, and these rallies allowed her to meet other women with a similar interest, and had gained her many new friends.
Today she was wearing a women’s air force uniform from the 40’s. It consisted of a jacket, skirt and blouse, complete with tie, gloves and hat. The jacket was quite fitted and came in at the waist, whilst the skirt was also quite tight fitting at the hips before it widened out with the hem just about knee height. Sally was quite shapely, so the outfit suited her and she looked quite attractive. To finish off and to make her outfit as authentic as possible she wore stockings, suspenders and white cotton knickers. These were not full directoire knickers or bloomers, but full cut briefs. She wore these to make her outfit seem as realistic as possible, as she thought it was no good if someone accidentally got a glimpse up your skirt and saw you wearing modern skimpy knickers under such an otherwise authentic costume.
All in all they had enjoyed a great day out. Bill had been in his element with all his fellow old vehicle enthusiast mates, whilst Sally had also had a great time meeting her old friends as well as being introduced to some new ones. The weather had been glorious and they had been sitting in the sun picnicking and drinking tea whilst the crowds had wandered past admiring their displays. They had left the rally shortly after the gates closed to the public, and had been making their way back to their hotel, which was on the far side of town from the rally location, when the jeep had given a few splutters and stopped. Bill had managed to pull into the side of the road before they had come to a stop, and as they were on the main road through an industrial estate just outside town the road was fairly wide and luckily the traffic could pass them easily so they were not causing any hold up. Bill was fiddling away under the bonnet, trying to find the problem and talking away to himself as he always did when trying to solve something. He sounded quite cheerful, which was good, because it reassured Sally as she thought he couldn’t be thinking it was anything major.
However, the traffic and the breakdown were not foremost in Sally’s mind at the moment. Her problem was that she was starting to feel that she really needed to pee. She wasn’t at the desperate stage yet, but nevertheless she was starting to feel pretty uncomfortable. In fact she was feeling so uncomfortable that instead of standing on the pavement watching Bill fiddle about with the engine, she had gone back to sitting in the passenger seat. At least here she could cross her legs and give her thighs a discreet squeeze together every now and then to help her feel a little easier.
After they had been stopped for about twenty minutes, Sally called to Bill and asked him if he thought he could get it going again. He replied that he thought he had found the problem and was putting the bits he removed back in place. Sally was glad to hear this, as her need was increasing by the moment. She began to regret not having gone to the loo before they left the rally. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t gone all day or anything, as she had used the loo several times throughout the day. However, by the time they had left the site it had been after official closing time for the estate and the public toilets had been closed. That had only left the portaloos, which by that time of day were not very pleasant, to say the least. In fact some of her friends had commented on how badly they smelt earlier in the afternoon, and as the day wore on more and more of them had “Out of Order” signs on the door. Sally had decided that she had not needed to go that badly and that she would easily wait till she got back to the hotel, or, if she began to need more urgently, she would get Bill to stop at a toilet in town. That was her intention now, as she waited for him to finish re-assembling bits of the engine. She would get him to stop in town so she could relieve herself before carrying on to the hotel. It would mean she wouldn’t have to rush in once they arrived at the hotel and she would enjoy the last part of the journey so much more. She was glad that Bill thought he had solved the problem, as she was starting to need to go quite badly. She had even been glancing around to see if there was anywhere secluded enough where she could have an emergency pee if Bill couldn’t get the jeep going in time. She had not been able to see anywhere suitable though, as there was nothing but wide open car parks in front of big modern office buildings. All access to the rear of the buildings, and to what would for her have been a degree of privacy, was blocked off by the usual array of security fencing. Sally was by no means prudish, and would have readily gone behind a hedge or wall if necessary, but there was just nowhere she could identify as suitable, so the toilets in town would be the best option.
As she sat there, occasionally pressing a hand into her crotch to help ease the need, her mind wandered back to other times when she had been really desperate and had been forced to go somewhere less than ideal. She comforted herself with the thought that, no matter how desperate she had been, she had never actually wet herself. There had certainly been several very close shaves, but she could honestly say that she had never had an accident as an adult. The one instance which stuck in her mind above all others was the one which had been the closest of all. In fact her friend Mavis had actually lost control and peed her knickers that evening and the sight and sound of her wetting herself had almost been too much for Sally. They had been away in the city for a few days together and were walking back to their hotel after a night out at the theatre, followed by a quiet drink. They had underestimated how long it would take to get back to the hotel and had ended up frantically trying to and find somewhere where they could relieve themselves, as they had both been absolutely desperate. They had almost reached an alleyway when Sally had heard Mavis give a little gasp, which was immediately followed by a hiss and a splashing noise. She had turned to look at her friend and had seen her standing with a shocked look on her face, her legs spread as far apart as her skirt would allow and a torrent of pee pouring between her legs. In the condition Sally had been in it had almost been too much for her, and she only just managed into the alleyway and to get her knickers down just in time. Mavis had been absolutely mortified by the accident, and reacted with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt. She had kept apologising to Sally, and saying that she had been unable to hold it any longer. Sally too had been taken aback at the sight of a respectable, 44 year old losing control and wetting herself like a schoolgirl. What had been more frightening for her was the fact that she had been so close to having an accident herself, and had never been so relieved to get her knickers down to pee.
The sound of Bill closing the bonnet brought her back to the present. He was smiling as always as he hopped into the driver’s seat, wiping his oily hands with an old rag. “Should be us now love” he announced cheerfully. “ Just some dirt in the fuel system”. Sally smiled back at him. He was a wonderful husband. Understanding, considerate, good looking and fun to be with. Sally thought of how lucky she was to have him, as she was sure some of her friends were interested in him. The jeep spluttered into life and they set off again. There was still quite a lot of traffic on the main road, but they managed to keep up fairly easily at town speeds. They soon came to the main roundabout into town and Sally started to anticipate the relief she would soon be able to get at the public toilets in town. She had not mentioned her need to Bill yet, as she was just going to ask him to stop for a moment when they got to the town centre. Her need was becoming more severe now, and she her legs squeezed hard together most of the time. She was definitely going to have to ask him to stop at the toilets, as there was no way she was going to make it all the way back to the hotel.
Then, to her complete horror, instead of going straight on at the roundabout and heading for the town centre, Bill took the first exit onto another road. “Where are we going?” asked Sally with more than a hint of concern in her voice. “It’s ok” Bill replied. “This takes us around town and out of traffic. It’s a bit longer, but we won’t cause a traffic jam if we have another fuel blockage. It’s more scenic too” he added. Sally wondered whether she should ask him to turn round and go back through town, but instead she asked “How much longer will it take?” Bill replied that it would only add another 15 minutes or so to the journey. Provided they had no more breakdowns, of course. Sally considered her situation for a moment. Her need had temporarily lessened, so she decided that if it was only 15 minutes she would surely to hold on that long, so she said “That’ll be fine. It will be nice seeing a different road.”
After about 5 minutes, however, she started to wish she had insisted they had gone back to go through town. The jeep had no doors or windows at the sides, but was just open to the outside. Bill had side screens for it but had not fitted them today because the weather was so good. But now the rush of air past them as they travelled along was not helping Sally at all. The cool air was flowing around her and chilling her bare thighs above her stocking tops, increasing her need more than ever. That, along with the less than smooth suspension on the country road was sending all sorts of signals to her straining bladder. She had gone quiet, but Bill was chatting away about the day’s events and bits of news from his friends. Sally was managing to respond, but only with one word answers or comments, as she was becoming increasingly desperate. She had crossed her legs tightly and was discreetly pressing one hand into her crotch. She had not said anything to Bill yet about having being desperate for the loo, but she was going to have to tell him soon. As they drove along, she started to look out for a suitable spot where they could stop to let her relieve herself. At that particular moment they were driving through an area where there were houses dotted along the roadside, so stopping there was out of the question. Sally had now decided to tell Bill about her plight, so that he would stop as soon as they reached a suitable spot, so she said, somewhat sheepishly “I’m absolutely desperate for the loo. Do you think we could find somewhere where I could go. I’ll never make it to the hotel, I’m absolutely bursting! I was going to ask you to stop at the toilets in town, but you took this road before I could say.” Bill was immediately concerned about the situation, and felt guilty about not asking his wife if she was ok before taking the longer route back. “I’m sorry love” he said. “I didn’t realise. Will you be alright.”
“I thought I would manage” Sally replied, “ but now I am really struggling. If we don’t find somewhere to stop soon I’m afraid I might wet myself. I don’t think can wait much longer. I’m really desperate.” Bill turned to look at his wife, and saw she had her legs tightly squeezed together and was pressing one hand hard into her crotch. She had a very worried look on her face and could hardly sit still. “Hold on, love” he said. “It’s not far now. I’ve got the old girl going as fast as she can!”
Sally was now in a state of considerable desperation, and was quickly realising that it was only going to be a matter of time before she lost control and wet her knickers. In fact, her need was now so bad that she considered the most she was going to be able to hold on was about another two minutes. She somehow managed to look out at the passing countryside, and noticed that they had left the scattered houses behind them, and were approaching a slight rise in the road with a row of small trees on their side. She decided that they were going to have to stop next to the trees, or it would be too late. On this unfamiliar road it would be better to get out and squat behind these than to gamble on there being any better cover further along, and anyway, she was now almost at bursting point and there was little possibility of holding on much longer. So she said to Bill “We’re going to have to pull over. I can’ t wait any longer! It’s nearly coming out! Please, Bill, please. Look for somewhere to stop beside these trees.”
Bill looked at her again, and saw she almost had tears in her eyes. Both her hands were now firmly pressed into her crotch and she was rocking back and forth on the edge of her seat. “Ok, love he said. Hold on. You’ll be alright. We’ll just pull over into this opening here.” Bill had actually been on the lookout for a suitable spot ever since his wife had first told him of her predicament, as he did not want her to suffer the humiliation of having an accident. He had spotted an opening in the trees just up ahead and pulled onto the verge beside it. Almost before the jeep had come to a stop, Sally leapt out. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt a small spurt of pee escape into her knickers. She twisted her legs together and squeezed both hands hard into her crotch in an attempt to regain control. Bill thought for a moment that she had been too late, and fully expected to see a torrent of pee come from under her skirt, but somehow she managed to keep control, and started to waddle off behind the trees. She was really struggling though, and had her thighs pressed together and was walking by moving her legs from the knees down. Sally found that the branches of the trees close to the gate were quite thin and did not have much in the way of leaves, meaning that they did not offer as much cover as she wanted. She was aware that there was a good bit of traffic on the road and did not want to be seen by anyone whilst she was relieving herself. She therefore attempted to get further along the back of the trees to where the braches were thicker and would offer more cover. At least the jeep was blocking the entrance to the field , so no other vehicle was likely to stop at the moment. She continued to waddle along, pulling up the hem of her skirt as she went. Then another spurt escaped her, she had to drop her skirt again and grasp herself with both hand for all she was fit. She decided that she had gone far enough and that the cover, although not perfect, was going to have to do. She let go with both hands and started to raise her skirt to get to the waistband of her knickers, at the same time starting to squat in preparation. Much to her horror, as she spread her legs and did so another spasm hit her, and before she knew it pee was pouring through the gusset of her knickers and running down her thighs. The relief felt so good that she just held her skirt up out of the flow and squatted down, emptying her tortured bladder into her knickers. She felt like she peed for ages, and sobbed with a mixture of relief and shock. When she had drained her bladder completely she pulled down her sodden knickers and stepped out of them. The gusset and back was saturated with hot yellow pee, but the top around the waistband was still dry. She wiped her thighs and stockings as best she could with the drier parts of her knickers, before rearranging her skirt and returning to the jeep, still sobbing.
Bill had been concerned about how long his wife had been gone, and had been about to go and see if she was alright when she reappeared. He knew as soon as he saw her that something was wrong, and saw that she was carrying something white which she had not had when she went behind the trees. “Are you ok, love?” he asked, as she got back in beside him, to which she replied “No, not really. You see, no. I was too late. I’m afraid I had a bit of an accident. I’ve pissed my knickers. I’ve had to take them off, they are soaking. Just get back to the hotel so that I can shower.”
On the route back to the hotel, Sally went over the events in her mind. The worst part of the experience for her had been the fact that she had completely lost control. She was only thankful that she had wet herself where no-one had been able to see her. The thought of her having been in the same situation in a public place or in company did not really bear thinking about. She resolved to be sure to visit the loo before leaving a rally even if she did not really need, especially in an unreliable vehicle like Bill’s jeep! |
Here is another of my stories which has been posted elsewhere before. I have changed the ending slightly as the first attempt was too rushed. I have a few more stories in draft form, so I will try to get them posted soon.
Fiona stood impatiently on the pavement listening to the taxi driver ranting on about his vehicle. She was the last of a group of friends to be dropped off after being out for the evening. They had only been about a ten minute drive away from her flat when the taxi was suddenly struck by another vehicle, causing considerable damage to the taxi. Before the taxi driver could get out, the other vehicle had sped away, so he had called for the police to attend. He had insisted Fiona get out of the taxi and stand on the pavement, as he was concerned that there might be another collision, as the taxi was standing at an angle in the road.
Fiona wished the police would hurry up and get there. She was fed up of listening to the driver raving on about all the ills of society, most of which he was blaming for the mindset of someone who would collide with another car and then run away. There was also another reason Fiona was wishing the police would arrive. She was really needing the loo – really needing! She had almost gone to the toilet before leaving the pub, but had reasoned that, as she hadn’t been needing too badly she would easily last for the twenty minutes or so it would take to get home. However, that had been over half an hour ago, and now she was becoming pretty desperate. She was trying not to show how serious things were, but she was really, really bursting. She stood with her knees twisted together, and every now and again gave herself a little squeeze when she figured the driver wasn’t looking. She was needing so badly that she was at the stage where she would have gladly gone in the nearest dark alley, but as soon as he had contacted the police, the driver had told her that she was a witness and had to stay at the scene to be interviewed. She even thought about telling him she had to go for a moment, but would return to see the police, but he was too irate for her to even dare mention it. She was worried too that if she did go for a wee down an alley the police might arrive and find her, so she decided she would just have to hold on, and hope the whole business would be over quickly.
After about another five agonising minutes a police car drove up. A male sergeant stepped out and the taxi driver started on him immediately. Fiona was glad to see him being followed out by the driver, who was WPC. She came over to Fiona and asked if she was OK, to which she replied that she was fine, just fed up of standing waiting. The WPC then introduced herself as WPC Black, and apologised for the time it had taken for them to arrive. They had been the subject of a formal inspection by the Divisional Commander, which was why she was dressed in a uniform of skirt and dress jacket, rather than the more practical trousers and shirt. She then proceeded to ask Fiona about the accident. Whilst explaining what had happened, a sudden spasm struck Fiona’s bladder, and she had to grab herself between the legs to prevent an accident. WPC Black noticed something was amiss, and asked her again if she was alright. Fiona then replied again that she was fine, but followed by whispering that she really needed the loo. WPC Black carried on taking notes and asking questions before noticing that Fiona was really in some difficulty, as she could hardly stand still. She motioned for Fiona to move along the pavement a bit, away from where the sergeant and the taxi driver were having a heated discussion. Then she said to Fiona “You are in bad way, aren’t you. I’ll be a s quick as I can.” Fiona was at least glad that the policewoman realised her predicament, and was trying to be helpful. Fiona then said “Oh thanks. I’m really grateful. I am absolutely desperate. I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait much longer. It’s that bad.”
“Oh dear said WPC Black. I’m afraid I can’t just let you go here at the side of a main road, especially such a well lit one as this.” Then she said in a quieter voice “It’s the sergeant, you see. He goes strictly by the book. If he saw you peeing here he would make me charge you for urinating in a public place and I don’t want to do that.” As she had been speaking, another spasm hit Fiona. This time she really had to hold herself hard, forgetting all attempts to try and hide what she was doing. She was almost sobbing now, and was sure that she was going to go in her knickers at any moment. “You’ve got to help me!” she pleaded. “I’m nearly wetting myself. I don’t think I am going to manage to hold on. I’m nearly leaking already.” This last statement was true, as Fiona was sure that her knickers were getting damp. WPC Black considered the options available to her. She thought about the She-Wee device she always carried in her kit in case she was caught short on duty, but realised that as Fiona was wearing a skirt it would not be much help to her. She thought about driving her home, but it was unlikely the sergeant would let her take the car away. Also, what if Fiona wet herself in the car. That would leave her with some explaining to do. The trouble was, all this talk and thought of peeing was making her feel the need to go as well. She had drank a few cups of coffee whilst mingling with the dignataries at the inspection and had not had the chance to use the toilet before coming to the scene. She could do with a pee quite badly now too, and it looked as if the sergeant and the taxi driver were going to be there half the night, as the one was as stubborn as the other. Then she came up with a plan that would let both women discreetly relieve themselves.
WPC Black said to Fiona “Which way did the other car go?” As she said it she winked at Fiona and nodded suggestively down a dark side street just a few houses along the road. Fiona replied “Yes, down that street just up there.” WPC Black then took Fiona gently by the arm and set off in the direction she had indicated. As they passed the sergeant she told him that they were going to go down the road the car had taken to see if it was lying abandoned anywhere nearby. Fiona was struggling to walk properly, but was delighted at the thought of a chance to relieve herself. She was now holding herself continually between the legs, sometimes with both hands. She was sure that her knickers were a bit wet, but nothing ahd showed through her clothing yet.
When they were our of earshot of the two arguing males, WPC Black confided to Fiona that she was needing to go as well, and that as soon as they reached a suitable spot she could have apee without any fear of being arrested. Fiona thanked her for being so understanding as they hurried as best they could towards a dimly lit area beside a large parked van. However, before they got there, WPC Black’s radio burst into life with the information that the taxi driver was of the opinion they were in the wrong street. WPC Black was now at the stage of holding herself too, and she replied with some irritation in her voice that they would come back and go in the direction suggested. She said to Fiona “We’ll have to go back, but I’ll wait till you have a pee first. I can see how desperate you are.” Fiona was now too desperate to say anything. She tried to walk the remaining few yard to the seclusion of the dark corner. Her thighs were squeezed together and she was bent forward, clutching herself with both hands. Then it happened. She started to moan softly, followed by a sharp gasp. This was followed in turn by a hiss and splatter, as her pee escaped from under her skirt and flooded around her feet. She stood and spread her legs apart as far as she could, with pee pouring out of her, soaking her knickers and tights and splashing her shoes. She was absolultely shocked at the quantity of pee she had been holding, but the relief was glorious. When she finished she turned to WPC Black to apologise, only to see her pulling up the hem of her skirt before squatting in the shadows of the van. Again ther was a spklashing, hissing sound and F?iona could see puddle forming beneath WPC Black.She couldn’t tell in the darkness, but she was sure that she still had her knickers and tights on and was peeing forcibly trough them. As if to confirm her thoughs WPc Black said "I'm sorry. but seeing you wet yourself set me off and I couldn't hold on. My knickers are absolutely drenched. I'll have to take them off or I'll wet my skirt when I go back in the car." With that she whipped her knickers off and wiped herself dry before chucking them under the parked van. She gave a little smile before sayin "I'll bet they will never guess where they came from" then she said to Fiona “Oh well. It’s not the end of the world. At least I won’t have to arrest you nor will I have to ask that horrible sergeant to stop somewhere so I can pee. I promise you I won’t tell a soul. Accidents can happen to any body you know." |
(This is intended as the start of a series of stories focusing on desperation and queues for the toilet - although there will probably be some wetting - definately partial wettings anyway. I´ll leave it to you to figure out the premise..should be self-explanatory though)
Kasheen tried to remain calm as she passed the large table. With a flick of her wrist, she made her purse drop, causing its contents to pour out under the table. The 5 girls who had been sitting there looked up in surprise, and when she muttered a quick “oh gosh I´m so sorry!” the all giggled and started to bend down to pick up her things.
Thanking them, she started to bend down as well, but as she did so, she swiftly passed her closed hand over the 5 glasses arranged on the table. Opening her fingers one by one as her hand passed each glass, a small, pea sized pill dropped into the sodas. They dissolved within seconds., leaving no trace behind.
Breathing harder, she bent down and gathered her things from the floor and the other girls, thanking them and leaving quickly as the girls chattered on behind her. Ducking behind a pillar, she glanced towards the nearby ladies room, allowing herself a brief smile. This time it would work. She had done all she could to ensure it would. Leaning against the pillar, she kept her gaze on the table, where the girls were happily chatting and drinking their sodas.
Enduane took another log sip from her soda, savoring the coolness. It was a hot day, even inside with the air processing. She was glad she´d opted for her summer dress, to go out and meet her friends. She was sure Tammy and Leonell regretted their jeans by now. Svetlan and Zoekei, on the other hand, were wearing short dresses like her, their bare legs shining in the sun.
She was glad she´d been able to make it, tearing herself away from studying for the midterms long enough to meet her friends. They were going to a movie later, and she was very much looking forward to the distraction. As she took another gulp of her drink, she felt her bladder give a twitch. `Better hit the restroom before the movie` she thought to herself as she crossed her legs.
Kasheen smiled as all of the girls crossed their legs almost at the same time. So much for the first part of the plan. Fumbling in her pocket, she took out a small remote and pressed the 2 buttons on it. She could feel herself grow excited, despite all the failures of the past. All those times she had tried, planned and schemed to fulfill her dream of seeing girls desperate for the bathroom…this time it would work. She was sure of it. Nodding as she saw several women enter the toilets, she switched her attention back to the table.
Switching her legs yes again Enduane noticed that the other girls couldn´t keep still for long either. Her own bladder felt almost full, which was impossible from just the one drink and she had never had to go this bad that quickly. As another wave of urgency overcame her, she wiggling her bum in the seat and started to rise, just as Svetlan sighed “i´m sorry girls I have to use the washroom quickly”. She lifted herself up and pressed her bare tighs together, clearly in the same predicament as herself.
Before Enduane could respond, the other 3 girls had already gotten up “me too!” they almost said as one and giggled, which made Tammy curtsy. “Lets go then” Enduane said, rising herself and taking a first ginger step towards the toilet. I´ve never had to go this bad before, she thought as the 5 of them quickly made their way to the ladies room.
As they entered, Leonell at the front of their group gave a small shriek. Enduane, entering last, immediately saw why: all 3 automatic relief stalls were blinking with the out of order sign, and there were 3 women waiting for the emergency physical relief stall. As they got in line, she noticed something odd: She still had to go desperately.
“How come I still have to wee like mad?” Tammy said, crossing her legs hard.
Svetlan did the same behind her “the pressure relief field must be out, just our luck!”
Enduane groaned silently. She´d never have to wait for a bathroom without the field before!
Kasheen felt her arousal as she watched the girl rush into the ladies. She forced herself to count to 10 before following them. “Finally. This time i´ll see them dance!” she smiled to herself. Finally, after all these years…after so long of trying to recreate that one time when she´d seen her classmates desperately waiting to use the emergency stall when the power and all backup systems went out. Hearing them moan and beg and seeing them dance in line and hold themselves…
Breathing heavily, she pushed open the door – and stopped, mouth open.
“Much better, you´re a lifesaver Zoekai!” Enduane said, smiling at the girl in front who was holding a faintly glowing green gadget. She was standing in line casually, legs apart, like the rest of the girls.
“I always carry it in my purse in case I have to go and don’t want to rush to the nearest toilet.” Zoekai explained, giggling. “Although i´ve never had my bladder fill up this fast before! I´m gonna pee for ages.”
The others agreed. “I wonder if something was in our drinks…” Svetlan said, stepping up in the line as Leonell entered the stall casually. A few moments later, she started peeing forcefully, and for a long time. “I haven´t physically peed for ages” she giggled as she did so.
Kasheen was already on her way out of the building, seething and cursing.
Clearly, the best planning was not going to get her what she so desired – there were simply too many toilets, gadets, and obstacles in this cursed time to fulfill her desires.
In this time.
She stopped. And then she started smiling.
Walking quickly, she went to her flat where she got together some supplies quickly. There would be only one chance. She got together what she needed and hurried to her workplace, entering the laboratory under the pretense to have left her purse to avoid arousing suspicion, and locked herself into the basement with her supplies – and a small rectangular device she had just stolen from the high security vault.
Kasheen closed her eyes. There would be no turning back now. But her unfulfilled desires were driving her mad.
With a determined shake of the head, she put down the device and turned it on, smiling as the dials showing the current date lit up.
Breathing heavily once more, she contemplated her possibilities.
She had all the time in the world now. Well, actually all the time in the world up until now…
Edited April 17, 2012 by DespMely
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This is my first post ever. Hope you enjoy it:
Samantha was your typical 18 year old Goth. She despised all that was mainstream and popular. She was a true Goth, straight to the core. Out of all her passions she had but one addiction: coffee. She drank it at any moment she could, and she even carried a thermos and a mug if she ever got the chance to drink on the go. Obviously this led to many close calls with bathroom trips. One of her worst weaknesses was drinking coffee on her breaks at work. She worked at McDonald’s and her boss, Jeff, was two things: always in the store to escape his wife, and a middle aged pervert. Naturally he was attracted to Samantha’s curvy body, long black hair, and brilliant green eyes. He even grew to like watching her squirm around in desperation, which meant he would keep her behind the counter as long as he could. Samantha had developed exceptional holding skills as a result of her addiction, so normally it isn’t a problem. She had a few close calls and maybe a few incidents of leaking, but nothing too serious so far.
One particular night, however, this was not the case. Samantha was running a little late due to oversleeping. She quickly threw on her uniform, cursing the pants for being tighter than her usual Tripp pants. She barely had enough time to pee and grab her thermos before she had to leave. As she arrived at work she breathed a sigh of relief. She made it with 10 minutes to spare. The first half of her shift went on without excitement. On her break she went out to her car and had her usual cigarette and 3 cups of coffee. She thought to herself that she should head to the bathroom before returning to work, but decided she didn’t have to.
“Fuck, four and a half hours left.” she muttered to herself after clocking back in at 7:30 P.M. About an hour and a half later she started to feel a slight urge to pee. She cursed her stupidity for not going earlier. With three and a half hours left she knew it was going to be a bad night. The constant stream of customers helped to keep her mind off of the increasing pressure in her bladder, but by 9 P.M. the flow of customers had all but vanished. There were a few here and there, but Samantha had a lot of free time in between the customers.
“It isn’t too bad, I can make it.” she said to herself. By 11, however, she was beginning to rethink that statement. She wasn’t to the point of holding herself yet, but she definitely couldn’t stand still. Jeff was in the office, watching Samantha on the video camera. Something about watching her squeeze her thighs together, and watching her tight curvy ass wiggle ever so slightly in her snug uniform exhilarated him. Almost inevitably Samantha began to feel desperate. She couldn’t hold still, and whenever she had the chance she would wander off camera into a corner to put her hand in her crotch to help hold back the flood while she pretended to wipe down the side of the shake machine.
“God this sucks, maybe if I do something I won’t think about it.” she said while heading towards the stock room to grab a sleeve of cups. She had just gotten to the rack with the cups when it happened. She felt a spasm in her crotch and a short spurt of pee jetted into her lacy panties. When this happened Samantha let out a short gasp as she dropped a sleeve of medium cups to grab her crotch. After a few moments she was able regain her composure and pick up the sleeve of cups. Almost instantly Jeff was in the small space where the rack stood to assess what had just happened.
“What’s going on here?” he asked when he saw Samantha bending over to pick up the sleeve.
“Nothing, I just dropped some cups.” she replied standing as still as she possibly could. She wasn’t about to give this pervert the show he wanted. After a few awkward moments in which he just stared at her, Jeff finally backed off and went back to his post in the office. As soon as he was gone Samantha grabbed her crotch once more to prevent another spurting incident.
“Okay, 11:45, only 15 minutes left. I can do this.” she said to herself. She managed to hold on without incident for the last 15 minutes. Just before she was about to go to Jeff to get the okay to leave, Samantha saw something that made her heart drop. A bus had just pulled into the parking lot. Jeff definitely noticed too, and took this as an opportunity to finally get Samantha to lose control.
“Can’t I just leave? My shift is over.” Samantha asked Jeff.
“Not with that bus out there. If they all come in there is no way Susie, Alex, and I can handle all those customers along with drive thru.” replied Jeff.
“Fine, can I at least go to the bathroom first?” pleaded Samantha.
“I can’t have you away from the counter if the customers come in. We have to be ready at all times.” was Jeff’s reply. Samantha knew he would say that, but she desperately had to pee. Jeff got an order from the drive thru so much to his displeasure he had to leave Samantha and go to the back. As if by fate, when Jeff was about halfway to the back Samantha felt another spurt of hot pee leak into her panties. Doubled over with both hands in her crotch Samantha watched the door frantically, prepared to stand up straight as soon as the first customer from the bus entered.
“Don’t worry dear, I don’t think they are getting out.” said Susie from the front drive thru window. She had clearly seen Samantha’s desperate state, and was sympathetic towards her.
“God, I hope you’re right.” replied Samantha. What happened next was as if an answer to Samantha’s silent prayers. The bus shifted out of park and began to roll out of the parking lot and back onto the road.
“Just go dear, I’ll take the heat from Jeff.” Susie said to Samantha as soon as the bus was out of sight,
“Thank you so much!.” said Samantha almost yelling. Faster than she had ever before Samantha clocked out and ran to the back to grab her coat. Before she could turn around Jeff was standing right behind her.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“The bus drove off and Susie said she could handle the front so I’m leaving.” she replied.
“Fine, just make sure you don’t use the bathroom, it’s been busted all day.” he said with a small sly smile. He was clearly satisfied with himself for getting her hopes up earlier by “forgetting” to mention it to her. Samantha’s heart sank once again. She hadn’t noticed when she arrived because she was running late. Without another word Samantha pushed by Jeff and rushed towards her car, she had no time to lose. Once she got out of the store she started running to her car, losing a few more spurts into her now damp pants and panties. She couldn’t get into her car and start it fast enough. As soon as she did she sped away as quickly as she could.
“Oh my fucking God! I’m not going make it!” she cried. The whole way home she had her thighs squeezed together as tight as she could with one hand down her pants and directly on her tired pussy. She felt a few more spurts escape on the way, but she didn’t care that it was on her bare hand, she just wanted to hold on until she got home. By some miracle Samantha was able to make it to her house and park her car in the driveway without any further leaks. In one fluid motion she threw the door open, jumped out, slammed the door behind her, and made a dash for the door.
“I’m going make it.” Samantha said to herself with a slight sigh of relief. This relief was short lived unfortunately. As she reached the back door, it happened. She felt another spasm in her crotch and she could feel the pee rush towards her already moist pussy. It started out as a few drips, which soon led to a dribble. She could feel the hot pee soaking into her tight uniform pants, and her lacy black panties. The warmth of the pee excited her, and made her clit tingle. Eventually the dribble turned into a full on gush. Hot pee was running down Samantha’s leg at a fast rate, and she felt the wetness spread to her sexy butt. This feeling was completely foreign to Samantha, it was different, it was exciting, and it turned her on more than anything else had ever before. About a minute after the first drops had escaped she was done, completely empty and standing in a puddle of her own pee. She felt a sensual chill run up her spine as she inspected her now soaked pants. A few minutes later Samantha went inside to take a shower, and wash her soiled clothing. She was ready for a nice relaxing night, and she was especially excited to explore her newly found addiction. |
For the longest time I and my gf have had this wonderful fantasy, in which we are confronted by a third person. This is quite brief and to the point, actually. She and I talk about it in the car, we both get turned on by it, and this leads to a maximum of pleasure for the two of us when we are making out in the back seat.
Both of us are what you might call petite. I'm only 5'3" and 110 pounds and she's smaller than I am. She knows that I swing both ways sometimes, she thinks about having long kissing/cuddling sessions with her own roommate. So, a few weeks ago, when I brought up that I have thoughts about this major league good looker in my graduate seminar, she hooked onto it herself. She thinks my descriptions of him make him out to be really the bomb, and now she's more creative than I am about what the three of us will do together.
He really exists, he's 6 feet 3 inches tall or about that. He must be over 200 pounds, and he has beautifully sculpted features. The fact that he's also black just enhances his appeal to me. In real life I've not seen him nude but I know exactly what he looks like. He has this high bottom, this bubble-butt, with perfect ass cheeks, and when he turns around to face me, I feel suddenly weak in the knees. He has the biggest thickest cock I've seen on a human being.
Melanie sees it too and just goes "Ha ahhhh, Mmmmm, guhhh," something not in decipherable words but something that expresses surprise and amazement, also delight. Also possibly fear, just a bit. Ahmed just laughs out loud at us two puny pussies. He manages to grab hold of both of us, one in each arm, and pulls us down onto the carpet with him.
To my surprise, Ahmed is more interested in me, at least for starters. He teases me, tickles me in the ribs, he rubs his hands over my bare midriff. I just moan in delight as I realize that, for better or worse, I am completely in his power. He has his hands all over me, up inside my shorts, on my skinny little bottom. I am having rape fantasies. He is raping me. I am full of fear -- and anticipation too.
Not really but I have such a confusion of emotions. I'm so worked up I think I might explode, yet on the other hand, I am literally trembling . Ahmed is so overpowering, so overpoweringly sexual. I can smell him. Never except with Ahmed have I been able to smell sex.
Then, I guess he can smell urine, because I have somehow managed to pee into my shorts during the minute or two that his extreme attentions were laser-focused on me. I guess it was fear or maybe a combination of fear and excitement. I dunno, alls I know is, I wet my pants on the living room carpet.
I thought Ahmed would either laugh or hit me. Indeed, he was quite surprised to discover that his little buddy had had an accident in his pants, and he didn't hesitate to exclaim on it. Melanie, lying right next to us, could see my embarrassment and she decided that it was funny, though she didn't make fun of me -- in fact she helped me off with my wet shorts and went and got a towel and dried my abdominal area herself. Which just made me get hard, all 5 inches of me. Ahmed and Melanie now both concentrated on pleasuring me, he fondles my cock and then moves to take me into his mouth, something he can totally do, that is, he can put all of my penis and testicles into his large mouth. I've never had that with a lover, of either sex.
While he's doing that Melanie is giving me wonderful French kisses, deep and soulful. Then she moves herself so that her naked crotch is in my face and I am giving tongue to her pussy even as Ahmed is very quickly causing me to get near to climax after only a minute or two of eating my cock.
Please don't blame me for this -- my powers of description are limited -- but for about three or four minutes everything seemed to happen at once. I could feel myself about to cum and had no way to slow it down since there was no way to slow down Ahmed. At the same time, Melanie was very quickly being moved by my tongue to a state of moist arousal far greater than I had ever been able to cause her to have on past encounters. And then it was like there were two explosions almost at the same time. I think I was screaming out in passion and I know Melanie was, as she moved up and down on my face. And Ahmed, what a great guy! He didn't do anything as I climaxed, didn't take his mouth off of me at all, he kept me in his mouth, he let me cum totally in his mouth. He swallowed it completely, and he seemed to like doing it.
Even as I was still on the downhill side of my sexual climax, still breathing uncontrollably and saying "unh, unghhh, wow, Oh Wow!!!..." or something to that effect, my Melanie released some of her own pee onto my face. I never got it whether she was doing this on purpose or as something that naturally came about in response to earlier events, but she wet herself and my face with pee for maybe fifteen seconds, while I -- totally stunned -- made no effort to stop it, or her.
Wow, I didn't realize I was gonna get going so far on all of this.
Anyway, Ahmed wasn't finished with the two of us, not by any means. When I recovered enough to look, he was gloriously erect and moving from me towards Melanie's soaking wet bum. She herself was in post-cum moans and shivers, probably thinking that the high point of the evening had passed. But for her, it was all just beginning, because Ahmed -- after he took the towel and wiped her off a bit -- came down on top of her small body like nothing else she had ever experienced. I won't go into the details of that except to say that he brought her to a shattering orgasm within five minutes, after which Melanie gurgled off into a sort of a post-coital trance. Then Ahmed turned to me and repeated what he had done to her, except that in my case of course, he - - - - but you can figure that part out. When he finished with me I was completely wet with sweat and with Ahmed, and I passed out into the sweetest dreamless sleep of my life. |
Megan’s Promotion Training
The twenty-five year young dark yellow blond, her hair reaching to mid-back, Megan Peterson applied a thin coat of lip color as she looked into the bathroom mirror. The effect was quite alluring, with her light blue eyelids and soft lavender lips. Her blue eyes were twice as shiny and very pleading and her lips were rich and soft. The girl was preparing to work, but she never left her house until she was completely ready to turn heads in her direction.
Over her shoulders, the young girl wore a sleeveless top that had a low neckline that showed off skin where her breast bumps began before falling into her purple top. Her bra was strapless at the shoulders, and didn’t really cover much except just where her nipples would be. Her legs were covered in yellow corduroy pants that came to just above the ankles. The effect somewhat made her look like a child, but it was a look that her boss like, and young Megan really wanted a raise.
She drove to her job at McDonalds, checked in with the manager, who was always ready to greet her with a smile. Dave had red hair, green eyes, and was nearing his forties. Even so, he still had some youth left in his eyes and his cheeks, and something about his freckles and his manners made Megan like him.
“Good afternoon,” Dave pleasantly stood up from where he had been doing some paperwork in the office and approached the young woman. He had asked her to come in on her day off so they could talk about a promotion.
“You work very hard every day,” he started as he walked towards the door that separated the office from the kitchens. “But honestly, Megan, are you really ready to take on the extra responsibilities that you are asking for?”
“Wha…what do you mean?” Megan asked looking up at him with her moist innocent eyes.
“Well, for one, as an assistant manager, you have to think of your employees first and foremost at all times, and you have to think how best to get the customers the service that McDonalds promises. That means that there are a lot of times that you’d have to pick up the slack and to motivate your subordinates to keep up.”
“I am sure I can do that,” Megan said quietly.
“I am not so sure you can,” Dave smiled weakly at her. “I’ve looked at your performance records, and it seems that every shift, you asked the manager or assistant manager in charge to leave your post at least twice.”
“Well, I just asked to use the bathroom, as far as I know,” Megan said reasonably. “Surely, we have a right to visit the bathroom if we need to do so.”
Dave nodded. “You have every right to use the bathroom, Megan, as an employee. However, this is not about that right. This is about using that right responsibly as well as keeping up with the work load. I would never expect you to make yourself sick or to make a mess for others to clean up, but I do expect my assistant managers to be able to judge the best time to take breaks, and to not leave us short when there are large numbers of customers coming.”
“I don’t ask to go if there are customers,” Megan blushed.
“You don’t?” he questioned. “From what I see, you were granted permission to leave the front when we had customers in line.”
Megan was surprised that such records were even kept. “Well, I didn’t ask to go. I was standing there, and getting ready to take the order when Sue told me to just go and she would cover the front.”
“And did Sue leave the front while there were customers in line?”
Megan had to think about it for a moment. She shook her head. “Not that I know of.”
“She didn’t because she is an assistant manager. She knows when she’s allowed to take a break, and when she has to just wait.”
Megan nodded. “So, um… I can’t get the promotion?” Megan asked.
“Tell you what! I’ll be watching you for two weeks and keeping records. If you manage to only go on your breaks when Sue, I, or another manager says it’s break time, then we can have another meeting to discuss this, but right now, as it stands, I can’t trust you to use good judgment in letting others go because you can’t even control yourself.”
Megan nodded.
“We are a little short today. Would you like to earn a little extra money as well as start trying to show me that you can be trusted to handle the promotion?”
Megan smiled softly. “But I don’t have my uniform with me.”
“That’s fine. I’ll lend you one. But remember, you are on training. If you fail to control yourself, and if you question another manager’s decision without good reason, then you will have failed and there will be no more talk about a promotion.”
Megan nodded.
Dave went to the lockers where they kept extra uniforms and pulled out an assistant manager’s uniform. He also pulled out some full bloomer panties and some socks with tennis shoes.
“You will wear this today.”
Megan nodded. She wondered why he had extra girl’s underclothes in the office, but she tried to shrug it off. For now, he was going to let her train as though she might be an assistant manager, and that was more important at the moment to her.
“Go out there, and check that front is ready for customers. The shake machine and soda machines should be full, there should be plenty of packets for nuggets sauces, cups, and other things readily available. If we are lacking anything, send the person you think is slowest at taking orders to the back to get the extra things.”
Megan went out to the front, and a few envious eyes watched her pass up to the front. She looked around and called Shane over to talk to him.
“When did we last check the soda machines?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then check it, and also get some cups from the back,” she started. Then she looked under the counters to make sure that other things were in order. A couple of customers came in while she was checking and she smiled up at them when she looked up. She watched as Anne took their order.
“What is Shane doing in the front?” she asked herself. “He’s trained to work in the kitchen area, not at the front. He would surely slow everything down. Maybe she would find out when he came back, and then perhaps put him back where he belonged.
Anne was standing there perfectly straight, as far as the customer could tell, but Megan could see that the brunette’s left hand was moving towards her thigh and then to her crotch. The thirty year old woman had to pee, but she was trying to not make a big deal of it. Megan blushed. That was her, the day before.
After Anne had taken the order, Megan walked to the prep counter where she had to put things into the bag for the customer, and she started to take over for Anne.
“There aren’t that many people her right now, so go take your break, and come back in fifteen minutes, okay?”
Anne looked at her for a moment before realizing the assistant uniform on her.
“You got the promotion?”
“Not yet, but I’m training for it today. And I think I’m supposed to watch, and I think you need a break.”
“Okay.” And Anne shuffled off to go take her break.
Dave was watching through a window in his office. He smiled as he saw Megan talk to Anne, and then saw Anne walking towards the back to clock out for fifteen minutes. She was sending Anne for a break, and she was already taking up the slack.
A few hours later, Megan had four people in the front she was supposed to work with while Dave ran the back, and she had already sent Shane to the back, and he was exchanged for someone that was just coming on duty.
Nothing seemed too for the first four hours, but Megan started to feel like she needed a break when a bus of people pulled up to the restaurant followed by two more busses! “What is going on?” she cussed to herself.
Dave smiled from the back towards the busses and to Megan. He knew that the busses were coming, and he had conveniently forgotten to tell Megan that they were coming, and not only that, but he was short specifically on managers that evening, so that meant that he wanted Megan to fully run the front though he had ‘doubted’ her abilities to do so.
Megan was going to show him that she could run the front, and she kept the registers full with working employees, now denying any requests to leave their posts while the people from the busses poured in through the door. There had to be over a hundred people there!
“Megan,” Cindy whispered as she walked by her getting a shake for a customer. “I’m really sorry, but I need a break right now.”
“I’m sorry, Cindy, no one takes a break while we have such a large group of people to serve. I understand you needing a break. I need one too for the same reason, but we are adults, and we have to do our job first.”
Cindy blushed and went back to her customer she was currently helping.
“Please take this number,” Megan handed the customer a number and wrote that number on the receipt. “Take the next order,” she directed Cindy who nodded with tears in her eyes.
The lines were causing an atmosphere of a crowded convention, and though Megan looked longingly to the direction of the bathrooms, she tried to keep her left hand from getting too close to her crotch, a tell-tale sign she had picked up on with Anne earlier that afternoon.
Cindy was starting to bend a bit and gasping in breath trying to hold it, and she looked at Megan with pleading eyes, but Megan could only look away. Letting the girl go, would only make them get further behind, and Megan wasn’t even sure she could hold out until the lines were gone.
Cindy took the next order. She was stuttering, and at one point, she started to mix up the orders. Megan pulled Cindy’s arm so that Cindy stood next to her while she finished the order, then she gave the customer a number and pulled Cindy aside.
“Is it that bad?” she asked the adult woman.
“Yes,” Cindy whispered.
“Then go to the bathroom, and then go clock out and go home.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, but we must be responsible when we have customers. If you can’t be responsible, then I have to send you home.”
Cindy shook. “I can… I can take the orders.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, shaking.
“Alright, finish this customer.”
Megan felt terrible doing that to Cindy, and she looked down knowing what Cindy was going to do, but she had been made to do the same thing when she first started working at McDonalds, and now she understood. Managers have to be strict and expect people to work when they don’t feel like it, or times like this would never get handled.
Megan’s eyes watered as she saw Cindy bending at the waist holding her stomach and asking the next person in line their order. She could feel with sympathy because not only had she been there before, but she even had to pee right now, and she knew that if she wet her pants, she definitely wouldn’t get the promotion, but at least Cindy would not lose her job if she had an accident.
She tried to keep busy helping with all the bigger orders so that she wasn’t in one place too long. Somehow, the constant moving allowed her to feel like she could better hold it.
Cindy looked up at her next customer with sorrowful eyes. “A diet coke and a cheeseburger?” she repeated to the teenager, probably in high school.
“Yeah,” the boy said rolling his eyes.
Cindy waddled to the food prep counter to get the cheese burger, and that’s when Megan saw a small damp patch on her butt. She took Cindy by the arm to the side. “Go take care of business, but hurry,” her heart gave in. Cindy’s knees were bouncing her up and down with her legs close together.
“Thank you so much!” Cindy say before sprinting off to the toilets. Megan smiled and then went back to work trying to keep herself from getting too still so that she would notice her own desperation.
Cindy nearly ran to the back and saw a line from the girls’ room so long that she knew she wasn’t going to make it. She bent over at the waist and put her hands in her crotch. She was blushing hard.
“Aren’t you a bit old to be this desperate in line?” an old lady asked Cindy as she got into line.
“Yeah,” Cindy said her face reddening. “But there were so many customers, I couldn’t go right away, and now, I’m….” she couldn’t say the rest as it was too humiliating to contemplate even coming close to wetting, though that was what was happening. Already, her panties were damp and cooling. She had already leaked twice in her panties, and if it leaked again, she doubted if she could stop it from just flooding her clothes.
Megan continued working nervously looking for Cindy and thinking it was a mistake to let her go. If Dave sees her missing from the front, then surely Megan was going to lose the promotion. She sacked up another order and took a few more orders.
Cindy was finally just outside the door, when she first felt a little dribble, then a drizzle, then two powerful squirts, and finally it started gushing where everyone could see. Cindy crouched down an started to cry where she was, an continued to pee her pants as the old woman behind her went into the bathroom since Cindy was just going in her clothes now.
Dave happened to look out, and he saw one of the people in the front missing and whispered to Megan as Megan went to fill an order at the prep counter.
“Where is Cindy.”
“She was already leaking pee, so I let her go to the toilet,” Megan looked up at him pleading and wondering if she had done the right thing.
“Alright. Keep the front going. I’m going to check on her.”
Dave then went to the back and put someone he trusted in charge of the back while he went to go to the toilets and he found Cindy sitting and crying in her puddle of pee.
“Come on,” he pulled her up. “Let’s go to the office to talk.”
Cindy shook as she stood up. She felt like she was in far more trouble than she had ever been in when she was a young teenager and lived at home with her parents. She was sure he was going to fire her, give her a bad report, and probably tell any prospective employers that she had wet her pants at work and was fired for that.
She walked back with her head hung, and Megan hung her head when she noticed what Cindy had done. The customers were watching.
“Don’t worry,” Megan assured the next customer. “She’ll be cleaned up and have washed her hands before she’ll be able to work anymore. What can I get you?”
The customer smiled at her. “Two double cheeseburgers, fries, and two medium colas.”
Megan was still working for another hour before the crowds had calmed down and they started back to the busses. Megan then looked around and noticed that Cindy had not come back to the front. She nervously looked around at her other co-workers, and then started to send them on mini-breaks even though she, herself, was dying for a pee. |
Let's be honest, this was inevitable, but I'll keep this post short so I don't bore you too long if this doesn't fly also Katniss will be replaced with the identical in appearance and talent, Kalyne to keep myself from ruining her character, just in case. Also fair warning, this contains messing and slight changes from the storyline.
I found myself shaking from nerves as I sat in the launch room with Cinna, my bladder bulged slightly behind my green t-shirt. My wardrobe would be significantly less amazing than the other uniforms I had worn since I volunteered in place of Prim. I donned a dark brown jacket, brown pants and brown boots. The only thing that reminded me of the past few days, and not the inevitable gloom that would soon appear was my golden mocking jay pin and the flame designs on my finger nails.
I took my place on the silver platform and waited for the 74th annual hunger games to begin. I felt sick to my stomach. My bladder was aching and my bowels needed to be emptied, but I didn't want to risk missing my cue, much to the displeasure of the concerned Cinna.
"Are you ready?" He asked me slowly. I shook my head, tears threatening to burst from my eyes, but I had to remain strong if there was any chance of me surviving. I bit my lower lip softly and balled my hands into fists, my knuckles turning white. Get a bow and use the bathroom, get a bow and use the bathroom. The words repeated in my head, like a recording on a loop, only it seemed as time progressed the phrase use the bathroom. was repeated more frequently and frequently until it was my only thought and the platform began to rise.
I knew I'd have to journey far into the forest to manage to find a bush to relieve myself in, but I was desperate, beside my "mentor" instructed me to get far enough into the woods to escape the blood brawl. Haymitch's other advice repeated in my head. Get water. The thought of water only increased my urge to go and I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I almost didn't hear the games begin, or see the sexy Glimmer retrieve the silver bow and arrow. Almost, but I did. envy panged almost as harshly as my bladder, but survival instincts took over. I forced my self forward, clumsily pulling a square piece of plastic from the ground and running towards the woods.
I noticed an orange back pack a few yards to my right, and I risked it. I couldn't bear to go without something half way decent. I sprinted over to the bright pack, contemplating how I would keep it from giving me away. I snatched it up by one strap just as another tribute snapped it up from the other. I looked him dead in the eye, just as he fell over dead in front of me. My stomach lurched as i tore the back pack from his dead grasp and took off running, a knife plunging itself into my pack as I entered the woods. I forced myself to sprint through the thick foliage, disoriented and desperate as ever. I needed to put distance between myself and the other tributes if I intended to survive the first day.
I kept rushing forward till I moved with a mixture of exhausted jogging and large strides of walking. It wasn't until dusk that I gave my sore feet a break. My calves were sore and my feet felt agonized, I felt my panties damp from dribbles of urine. I need a bathroom. I thought as I felt my butt cheeks clench tightly in an attempt to keep myself from soiling myself further. My urethra burned as urine threatened to flow into my pants. My eyes surveyed my surroundings only to find that cameras littered every angle. There was absolutely no place to use the bathroom without it being shown on live television, they never actually showed tributes use the bathroom, but I knew the game makers would see, and that was enough for me to find a more secluded area.
I kept walking only now my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire. The girl who's bowels were on fire. I thought with bitter sarcasm. My butt burned as badly as my urethra and I walked with my knees pressed tightly together and my thighs quivering. I was hunchbacked from constant doubling over in pain. Beads of sweat ran down my brow as I bit my lip so hard it began to bled. Finally I found myself immobilized from the need to relieve myself.
I was frozen with drops of urine dribbling into my panties and feces forcing its way out. I tried to control my needs, but I felt more urine drops run down my thighs, a feces pressing against my panties and I doubled over as the need became so intense I bit down on my tongue to keep from crying out. Then my bowels burst, I felt myself defecate violently into my panties as hot pee gushed from my crotch, a heart shaped stain quickly forming on my front as the pee streamed down my thighs speedily. I felt the butt of my pants grow heavy as it filled with scat and my legs grow warm as urine soaked my inner thighs and the back of my calves before pooling around my boots where the ground greedily swallowed it up. The scat slithered down the back of my thighs, leaving a smelly brown trails as it smeared against my brown pants, leaving a darker shade of brown whereas the urine turned the pants almost black as it continued to run down my legs.
Finally when I finished soiling my pants maybe five minutes later I nearly fainted from the pain of holding it all in. I fell to the ground my face red with mortification. I could only imagine what Gale would say about this, and Perry (Peeta is also an OC) the boy who supposedly loved me. I sobbed softly. I grabbed my pack and unzipped it and hoped for a change of clothes, knowing I'd have to wait till tomorrow when all the tributes would gain new clothes. (Also my own idea)
Inside was toilet paper, iodine an empty flask of water and a sleeping bag. I groaned and new what I had to do. I set up the sleeping bag to keep me buckled up in the tree before I stripped naked, most likely on camera and then wiped myself up with the toilet paper before expelling them away further from my camp, risking the plight entirely nude. Then I clambered into my sleeping back naked and cold. However the sleeping bag kept me warm and I fell asleep, knowing the anthem would wake me up. |
I know, I know its short but i intend to keep the uploads frequent. I hope you enjoy it and please post your feedback.
I woke up to the sound of another cannon, another tribute dead. I felt sick to my stomach, wondering who died. Please don't be Perry. Where had that thought come from? I didn't have much time to think before I heard voices nearby.
"I say we just leave lover boy now. He hasn't managed to find the girl and we will obviously run into her sooner or later." A male voice said, I recognized it as the career tribute Cato.
"relax, its only been a day, we have plenty of time before we have to slaughter the bread boy." Glimmer's voice rang out, even her voice was sexy. Must be great, being the favorite among the boys, not worrying about keeping your family alive. I thought harshly as they gathered beneath my tree. I held my breath and hoped my back pack wouldn't be noticed from behind the bush. I found my bladder growing full again, I knew with all the urine I was losing I'd need to refill my body soon. I already felt a slight dryness at the back of my throat, but for now I focused on the four tributes beneath me.
"Here he comes, shut up." One of the other tributes I didn't recognize spoke. Soon I saw Perry approach the group and I wished so desperately I could cry out, tell him to run the other way. I don't want to watch him die. I thought sadly. But what happened next sent me through a loop."
"I finished her off." He said solemnly to the group. Suddenly it all clicked, he was lover boy and they wanted to kill me. Suddenly I was angry. He had said he loved me, now he was leading a blood thirsty group straight to me? I felt my face grow hot with anger, I reflexively reached for arrows I didn't have. More anger boiled up as I stared down at Glimmer's quiver and bow.
"The anthem should play soon." Cato spoke, "let's make sure you actually killed her and didn't just get hit with timely luck." He said. with more intelligence I expected coming from the tank of a kid.
I felt my bladder grow fuller and fuller still and I was biting my lip to keep from fidgeting. My flame encrusted nails of my finger plunged into my clitoris, attempting to pinch shut my urethra. I stared down at them, willing them to move with desperate hope. No such luck, and soon the anthem played. They all focused their eyes at the sky, only yards from my position, I attempted to burrow deeper into my sleeping bag. I found myself squirming still after I concealed myself nearly completely, my eyes peered outwards to the sky. I shifted my weight side to side for a moment, the bag rustled slightly and I forced myself to stop. My thighs were clenched as tight as possible, my urethra quivered from beneath my finger tips as my eyes felt with tears.
I slowly wrapped my calves around each other and tried not to squirm but as the need progressed I realized the futility of it and I suppressed a sob as I knew what I had to do. I felt the urine slowly slip past my finger tips as I drew my hand away and unwrapped my legs. The urine ran down my bear legs and began to pool in the bag. there was a faint hiss as the end of the anthem played and suddenly all my bladder burst into the bag and I found myself laying in a warm puddle. The tributes below stood up and slowly walked away while I was left hanging there in a soaked sleeping bag, completely naked. Once they were long gone I dropped down to the ground naked and dumped out my sleeping bag and wasted the entire roll of toilet paper wiping it up, finally when it was damp enough to sleep in, I flashed a knowing smile at the camera, my mortified blush hidden in the darkness and set up camp once again and fell asleep instantly, preparing for tomorrow.
I woke up early the next morning with the scent of ammonia practically suffocating me. I leaped down from the tree, taking the bag with me and dropped some iodine into it, hoping some how it would clean the bag somewhat. I squat to the ground still naked and emptied my bladder, the urine to fell out was a golden brown and I knew I was in trouble. I looked forward to find a silver parachute covering a box, obviously containing new clothes. I quickly opened it up to fine dark green tights, a black t-shirt and a diaper. I stared at the diaper in shock for a moment before turning to the camera.
"I don't find this funny." I practically growled. "Haymitch if this is a joke..." I stopped, I knew I could potentially lose sponsors besides my throat was dry and extremely sore. I sighed and tossed the diaper into my bag and before slipping the tights on with a little difficulty. They hugged my legs tightly, but gave me plenty of flexibility, I slipped my boots on and set off. I hadn't made it far, before I began to find myself growing fatigued. My legs were still sore and my body begged to be hydrated. I felt every fiber of my being grow weak.
"Haymitch!" I cried to the sky, hoping he was watching his protege die. "I'm sorry!, I need water!" It was stupid to cry out but I needed the water, besides the shout was barely more than a muffled sob. I collapsed to the ground for a moment, waiting, hoping for a parcel to arrive with water. It never came. I'm sure if I had water in my body, tears would flow, but instead I was left with a choking noise as I forced myself to my feet. I practically dragged myself forward. If I was near water, he wouldn't send me anything. I acknowledged the fact. I chose to over look the possibility that he was too drunk to care, or even that his hatred over came his sympathy for my pathetic plight. I continued forward till the sun began to set.
I hadn't actually gained much ground but I began to worry. Had I been wrong, or taken a wrong turn. I speculated as I felt a new pain grow, or rather grew from earlier where is slowly rose from a dull ache in my bowels. It felt like the first evening of the hunger games, only this time more intense some how. I tried to move forward but the pain in my stomach and my fatigue was too much. I collapsed completely in mud and waited to die. The cool mud formed around my body as I relaxed, suddenly I heard a loud, rude noise as my bowels exploded into my pants once again. All at once, unusually solid feces piled onto the butt of my pants as a large lump formed. I felt the slimy waste smear across my butt and slowly stain my pants as I rolled into the mud, when realization struck. My eyes went wide as adrenaline pumped into my veins. Sure I just messed myself again, but water! I leaped to my feet and practically threw my face into the pond. I drank the unpurified water in gulps, trying to at least hydrate my body before I filled my flask and dripped Iodine into it, for purification. I laid onto my back and I felt the scat smear further as the dark stain covered me from a few inches above my butt to the curve of my groin.
The waste stained my pants and my shirt as it slipped out my tights into the open air. I groaned and a just laid there, filthy until the water purified before drinking a flask and refilling and purifying another one. Still exhausted I could only lay there as I fell asleep, knowing how disgusted I would be to wake up in a pile of feces the next morning. |
it might be a while before I post the next update but till then here ya go.
Sure enough when I woke up in a pile of filth I gagged at the smell. The slimy trail of scat burned my legs as it had mostly dried. It took all my effort to keep my lunch down as I stripped off my clothes and the scent only strengthened. I had to pinch my nose tightly as I tried to wash my legs off with the stream as I noticed another gift had landed. It was obvious it was a simple change of clothes though I hoped it wouldn't contain another diaper. Kalyne, the girl who can't control her bodily needs. What a great title for a tribute, and potential victor. Of course there's no chance of me being a victor, my own "love" abandoned me. By the time I was clean and dressed in black pants and a black shirt, time with clean panties, it was early afternoon and I knew I'd have to move if there was any chance of me living. Leaving the pond was hard, but at least I also left the scent of scat. I took of in a slow run my legs slightly sore from sleeping on the rocky shore of the pond. I wasn't quite sure how long it would take to stumble upon another tribute but I wasn't sure I had wanted to.
The thought of killing another tribute was next to unbearable but I willed myself forward. I trudged through to forest looking for some imaginary tribute to burst through some shrubbery at any given moment. The knife that had lodged itself in my pack was now in my fist as I moved silently across the forest, looking for an enemy or some sort of game. I knew I could easily kill something as soon as I found something, but the mockingjays in the tree were somehow off limits to me. It seemed like a sin to kill a mockingjay so I ignored them and looked for something else, hopefully larger game.
Unfortunately the next thing I stumbled upon wasn’t an animal, but a large tribute from district five that I didn’t doubt could easily kill me, especially with my feeble knife offering a small margin of defense. I tried to duck out of sight, but as I passed behind a tree, there was a moment when our eyes made clear contact and we both froze. His brown eyes met mine and I saw him pull out a spear. I took off in a run just as a spear plunged itself into a tree behind me.
I took off in a run towards some unknown destination, I risked a glance backwards too see another javelin coming towards my head. I dove to the ground in a clumsy summersault as the javelin passed over. I staggered to my feet and charged forward again. He was relentless as he came after me, pulling his spear from a tree quickly and quickly gaining on me. I risked throwing my knife back at him, I watched as it buried itself into his shoulder, perfect, it wasn’t deep but throwing the heavy javelins would be harder to throw.
Unfortunately he had a knife now, he threw it with expert precision and I realized knives were easier for him than javelins. I watched as it sliced through the air towards a fatal point in my leg. For a second I found myself numb with fear before I felt warmth run down my legs. He got me. I knew, only it didn’t hurt, however the warm liquid continued to gush down my legs. I glanced at my leg to see my black pants glisten as urine spilled into it and down my legs.
The knife didn’t lodge itself in an artery like I assumed it would. However it did slice open a hole in the leg of my pants, where urine streamed out. Part of my wished that he would have stuck me, it would be less embarrassing. Now he was in a hysterical fit, as urine formed a puddle beneath me. But the yellow puddle didn’t attract my attention totally, however the gleam of the knife did, in an instant it was in my hand, in the next it was hurtling towards the boy’s chest and I was on the run once again, looking for more game, and more importantly trying to survive. As I got twenty feet away from the kid I heard a cannon sound and I knew the boy from district five was dead. My first kill, and rather than being proud, my face was white. I fell, guilty. He had a family at home obviously, who would miss him and hate me. It all hurt slightly, but I couldn’t afford to feel this way so I just ran, hoping to find some sort of sustenance. But I was now weaponless I realized at once, so I did what I had to and sprinted back just as a hover craft came in view. I threw myself on his body as I groped the knife and tore it from his chest, not wanting to stare at the blood. Then I ran.
It didn’t take too long till I found a turkey like bird running towards a body of water, a single arrow took it out, not exactly one of my best shots but it worked. I cautiously started a fire, and began to cook the bird cautiously hoping not to attract any other tributes. Funny thing is, sometimes being cautious isn't enough. I finished eating a decent portion and emptied my flask into my body before the career tributes broke through the foliage. I gasped out as I quickly picked up my bag filled with my essentials and drew the knife that had nearly killed me, and had instead taken another’s life in my right hand as I sprinted to the trees opposite of them.
Finding a thick one with plenty of good branches I began to scale the tree. I was halfway up when a weak shot of an arrow buried itself a few branches above me. I scaled higher as the tributes gathered beneath me.
“Guys, it’s late, besides, there’s no way we’re getting up that tree, we can just wait them out.” Perry said simply, though with more charisma than I could ever muster. Instantly I knew how he convinced them to let him join. He had a way of being so convincing when he spoke with his silken tongue. I managed to buckle myself in to the tree as I lay in my sleeping bag hoping to get comfortable. I was in for a long night.
Eventually I noticed a small child in the tree nearest to me, though it was only from squirming in an attempt to keep from peeing in the sleeping bag again. At first I assumed it was foxface but then I made out the Prim like resemblance. Rue. What’s she doing? I wonder as I saw her motioning to something above my head. I looked up to see the trail of smoke billowing into the top of the tree, at first I didn’t understand the I noticed the nest of tracker jackers, I suppressed a yelp and realized my escape. I waited until the anthem began then I climbed up and began sawing, the knife made sloppy gashes in the branch as most of my motions were squirming.
Unfortunately before I finished sawing through the branch the anthem ended and I knew I’d have to wait, only I didn’t. I was about to climb down when my bladder exploded into my pants once again. I watched as urine spilled out from around my ankles and cascaded down, directly on top of Glimmer’s head. Most of the urine splattered around her, but a decent amount soaked her hair and drizzled on her shirt. I hear her cry out in shrill anger, and I quickly cut down the branch where it fell down on the other tributes, however Glimmer ran out in the distance.
The swarm billowed on the ground and around me, I leaped from the tree and took off in a run, receiving three stings without really noticing until the hallucinations set it. The trees became pillars of blood which crashed to the earth and swallowed me up. I watched as orange bubbles floated around me as I began to drown and passed out in a ditch, which wasn’t filled with blood in reality but my mind didn’t know that and I succumbed to nightmares. |
The long awaited continuation to the Hunger Games omorashi fanfic.
I pushed myself to my limit, my breathing was rasp as I ran to the best of my ability. Each step I took seemed to only increase the already powerful urge to pee. I had to find Perry though! I trembled as I ran, my eyes searching through the foliage as I tried to find a sign of his existence. I was retracing my way back to the scene of the hallucinations. If what Perry did really did happen then I might find some clue to his where-bouts at the tree. A knife hung from my right hand, still dressed in my black clothing I raced through the dusk of the arena.
My hair hung around my face in curls rather than my signature braid. (I finally watched the movie and she looked beautiful without the braid in my opinion) My left hand pressed itself against my crotch every couple minutes to relieve some of the pressure, it was still painful but I could manage till I found Perry. My legs threatened to give out, much like my bladder, but I ignored it and continued to run. I was only halfway to the location when the first spurt of urine entered my panties. It was a quick spurt of urine than dampened my panties with warmth. I froze for a moment my hand stuffed under the moist fabric of my underwear as I pressed my finger tips forcefully against my urethra.
I sped up my pace once I had to flow under control and moved forward. I flailed my hands desperately as I tried to move even fast. I felt so useless at my insignificant speed. I reluctantly flung my bag from my shoulders and felt instantly lighter, hoping I would be able to find my supplies again. I didn't care, I needed to get to Perry, who could be hurting somewhere. I didn't care about how badly I desperately needed to pee. I only cared about rescuing Perry.
But what do I do when I get there? I'm not a healer like my mother or Prim. I don't even have anything to help Perry with, even less now that I dropped my pack. I felt stupid and worthless. But I never stopped running. If I get there he may die, but if I don't there is no may about it. I pushed on, even as another spurt thoroughly soaked my panties. I shook my head, sweat falling from my face as I pushed on. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to run before I would crash, but I didn't waste my time calculating useless facts.
I ran as every single one of my muscles began to burn, as sweat poured down my fatigued body, as another spurt left a tiny spot on my pants wet. Then I felt the ground give out from beneath me. I found myself tumbling down a rather steep hill, my bladder spasming as I reached out for something to latch onto. I let out a painful groan as I slammed into the base of the hill, a large wet patch covering every angle of my groin. I stemmed the flow however and rose to my feet. I was close. I recognized a small stream, I followed it to the tree where I had last seen Perry. And then gaped in horror. His dead body sat limp at the base of the trunk. I fell to my knees, urine gushing out and soaking my pants, puddling beneath me, expanding across the ground before the earth swallowed it hungrily.
My eyes fluttered open to find myself lying in a puddle of still warm urine. Just a dream, just a dream. I assured myself, still, tears flowed from my eyes at the horrible scene from my imagination. I felt sick to my stomach as I rose to my feet slowly. I was close to the tree I had been searching for in my dream. I groaned softly as I stripped naked and washed myself in the nearest stream. Then taking my clothes for the day I pulled on tight khaki jodhpurs, apparently someone didn't realize they were for horseback riding. I also pulled a tight black t-shirt over a blue bra that matched my panties and then my boot.
I drew an arrow from my quiver and nocked it as I looked for signs of Perry. I moved slowly and cautiously looking for any sign of him. It wasn't long before I noticed a trail of blood. It could have been anyone's but it was the only lead. I followed the trail carefully, stopping and taking in the scenery every time the trail ended, it wouldn't be long before I found a continuation of it. I followed it to a stream then the trail went completely dry. I froze. "That can't be it!" I cried after several minutes of searching. I stomped my foot out of rage.
"Ouch!" A voice from beneath me called out. I yelped and jumped back. I stared at the ground expecting to see Perry lying there, it was nothing but a stone though.
"What the...?" I bent down and examined it, I had heard it talk... but talking rocks are impossible.
"Hello." A face practically appeared out of nowhere on the rock.
"Whoa!" I flinched, startled.
"It's me Kaylne." He said softly.
"Perry?"
"Yeah... I'm hurt." He said sadly. "I heard the announcement but it won't be of any use. I'm cut up pretty bad."
"You saved my life... I'm not letting you die out here." I found his shoulders and helped him sit up. I searched through my bag hoping I could find something to wrap him up. All I had was small portion of the toilet paper left. It would have to do. I began by cleaning out his wound, which was badly infected. Hours later he had a make-shift bandage over a bad wound. I hoped it would do until Haymitch would send some supplies. He had to. So I waited with Perry by the stream for hours and hours.
Nothing ever came. The supplies would be too expensive this far in. I helped him to some empty cave where we set up camp. I tended to him through the night until dawn settled in.
"Sleep Kaylne." Perry demanded. "You're going to need your energy when I.. die."
"You aren't dying." I replied.
"Yes, I am. They won't be able to afford anythi-" I interrupted him with a passionate kiss. I don't know where it came from, it just felt natural. The kiss felt... surprisingly good. If I thought the treacherous smooch from Glimmer was good, this was amazing. But I didn't love Perry, even with the rule change I couldn't afford to. I pulled away and drifted off to sleep.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as you used to. This is the beginning of my fall line up, consisting of this and a series of short stories. Leave your comments, criticism and feedback below. Thank you for reading:) |
Finally, the story you've all been waiting for! It's the story I promised like a month ago, sorry for the wait! Enjoy!
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Aman sat in her room, writing in her journal. It was the middle of the night, and she had just finished her training for the day. Her brother Atem shared the room with her, sleeping in the bed by the other wall. She smiled at him, turning back to her journal.
He thinks he can take me on whenever he wants, she wrote. Just wait until we get outside tomorrow, I'll leave him a big surprise...
She felt a small but troublesome pain in her lower abdomen, signaling that her bladder was full. Thinking back to when the last time she had visited the bathroom, she realized that she hadn't gone all day and drunk something almost every hour. "Bad idea," she said to herself, getting up and heading for the door.
"Where are you going at this time of night, Aman?" a voice asked. She froze, slowly turning to Atem. He was looking directly at her, his eyes sleepy and red.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she said. "I haven't gone all day."
He stood up, stretching. "You can't wait? There is no light in the hallways, so you'll have trouble seeing."
"I'll take my chances." Aman turned to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, intending on opening it when she suddenly felt two arms snake around her waist. They pushed on her bladder, making her wince.
"You know," Atem said, nuzzling Aman's neck, "You look cute when you're a little jumpy."
"Jumpy? Who said I was jumpy?" Of course, now she was squirming a little, especially since her brother's arms were applying pressure on her bladder.
He chuckled. "Stay a little longer, Aman. You should be able to hold it, right?"
"I've been holding it all day! I can wait, but it's a little painful!"
He chuckled again. "Good. Now I can have some fun with you." Dragging Aman away from the door, Atem sat her on his bed, making sure that she didn't get up. She squirmed, crossing her legs and bouncing them around.
"Ooh, I was wrong when I said I could wait a little longer. I have to go now!"
"Well, too bad, you're going to have to hold it."
She groaned and tried to run to the door, but Atem was faster. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back onto the bed and placing her in his lap. She whimpered, rubbing her legs together.
"You have to hold it. For trying to run away, you're going to get punished."
Aman paled. "What do you mean 'punished'?"
Atem smirked, reaching under the bed. He pulled out a jug of water, which Aman paled to. "You're going to drink this," he said.
She paled more. "All of it?"
He nodded. "Yes, every last drop that's in there." He handed her the jug. She took it with one hand, clenching her thighs together at the sound of the water sloshing around inside. With a shaking hand, she raised it to her lips, letting the water inside her mouth. She could feel the cool water swirling around, and then traveling down her throat when she swollowed.
When she finished, she handed the jug back to her brother, her bladder now completely full and buldging. She crossed her legs tighter, eyeing the door repeatedly.
"Now, was that so bad?" Atem said teasingly.
"Yes! I really have to go now!"
He smiled, resting a hand on her bladder. He traced the outline, getting Aman to shiver. Then, without warning, he pressed hard into it. She squeaked, tightening her legs. A spurt of pee got out, dampening her underwear.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, squirming vigorously.
"I wanted to see how desperate you were. I can tell you're getting there."
She started to say something else, but her bladder pulsed, signaling that it had had enough of holding. She jumped up, scrambling for the door. Atem got in front of her, blocking her path. "You are not allowed to leave," he said coldly. "Now I have to punish you again."
Aman paled. "No, please don't..."
He said nothing and grabbed her arm, dragging her to his bed again. After making her sit down, he took out another jar of water. Her eyes widened. "Please don't make me drink anymore," she begged. "I'm already full..."
He smiled again. "Oh, you're not going to drink it," he said.
"I'm not?"
He shook his head. Opening the jug, he drunk around half of its contents and screwed the lid back on. Afterwards, he started to shake it, tormenting Aman, who immediately started bouncing on the bed. Her bladder contracted again, leaking into her underwear. She had to grab herself to stop the leak.
"Please stop!" she pleaded, grabbing herself with her other hand.
Atem chuckled, placing the jar on the floor and sitting next to Aman. "You should not grab yourself like a child," he said, moving toward her hands. He grabbed one and pried it away from her crotch. She squeaked again, scooting away from him.
"Stop being such a baby," he scolded, placing a hand on her bladder again and pushing down. It forced a two--second spurt out of her. She gasped and grabbed herself tighter, stopping the spurt.
While she was busy with that, Atem grabbed some rope and started to tie it around Aman's arms, and then tied the other end to the bed. She tried to get away, but her bursting bladder wouldn't let her. This is bad, she thought. How right she was.
That's it for now. I'm planning on turning this into a several--chapter story. Please review! |
“Nine! Nine! Nine!” Page squealed, squirming. I flinched my hand away from her thigh and placed it on her stomach, and rested my head close to hers. Her face was scrunched up, and her hands balled into fists by her sides.
“Calm down, baby. You can hold it.” I spoke to her confidently.
After a few seconds, she stopped shaking and looked at me sheepishly.
“Did you…?”
“No, not yet,” She mumbled, “but I was really close.”
I grazed her bare chest with my hand, lightly circling her nipples gently. Her breath quickened, and I looked at her with kind, questioning eyes.
“Sixish.” She whispered.
I kissed her, and continued slowly until made it to her neck. My lips contacted her bare flesh, and breathed warm air on her naked skin. I felt her tense with pleasure, moaning something unintelligible. My lips made it leisurely down her neck, and made it to her breasts. I rubbed them with one hand, and grazed one with my tongue, when she suddenly flinched violently.
“Ten! Shit! Ah! I can’t, um, uuuuh…!” She fumbled. I opened my mouth larger around her areola and encircled it in a wave of warmth. I held her in my arms as she moaned, and after a few seconds collapsed in my arms.
I moved to kiss her, but she turned her head ashamed. I heard a muffled sob, and as I brushed her face I felt a warm tear.
“Babe, it’s ok. I love you. It’s a problem that a lot of people have-”
“Not GIRLS!” She pouted, and plowed her face in the pillow. I massaged her hair and comforted her the rest of the night.
She had always had a problem with getting too excited during sex, and she would always…”arrive early”. She would always make it up to me, but it was still something she was horribly embarrassed about. I would always comfort her afterwards, and would go slow as to not overexcite her too quickly, but it was to little avail. We developed a system of her saying a number from one to ten to describe her arousal, with the intent of it always being below eight and NEVER ten (ten being orgasm). It has worked to allow her to last longer, but it has been difficult to remove her shirt without her accidently reaching ten, and I have never been able to take off her pants.
Although it has been difficult for our sex lives, I love this girl more than life. To be perfectly honest, it’s quite arousing to know someone is so turned on that you can make them orgasm by just touching them over their clothes.
A few days later, we’re at it once more. I carefully removed her shirt and bra earlier, without her being over a seven. I slid my hand down her pants very slowly, and with the utmost caution attempted to unbutton her pants.
She looked down at me with a terrified expression; I could tell she was doing her absolute best to keep the numbers low. She was biting her lip lightly, trying to control herself the best she could.
“Eiiiight.” She muttered quietly.
“Do you want me to stop for a bit?” I asked, looking into her dark blue eyes. She returned my gaze, matching it with worry, anxiety, and an expression that seemed to beg me to continue.
“I…uh…I-I don’t, um…” She shuddered conflicted. “M-maybe just s-slow down a bit…”
I finished unbuttoning her pants and slowly unzipped them. I stopped and laid beside her for a moment with my arm on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with her quick breaths. Once her breath returned to normal I continued. I kissed down her lower stomach, and started pealing down her pants, revealing her Hello Kitty panties. I looked up at her with an inquisitive look.
“Really?” I asked, laughing. She blushed and shrugged sheepishly.
“Hey, I didn’t think you would get that far, ok?” She retorted, and I laughed and continued.
I rubbed her inner thigh gently brushing her clit through the thin fabric.
“Ah, Ah AH, ten, ah, AH!” She yelped.
“B-But you didn’t even say a number before that!” I exclaimed bewildered.
“I w-was to distr-ah-acted!!!” She exclaimed through gasps. I rubbed her harder and kissed her thigh as she pulsed and shook below me.
After a few moments she collapsed breathing heavily. I slid my hand against her warm flesh and raised myself to her eye level and kissed her. After a moment I released and gazed into her eyes as she looked away self-consciously. I continued kissing her cheek and neck, tickling her with my lips. She giggled and faced me glaring in a playful way. I brushed her nose with my own causing her face to scrunch up.
“Did you liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike it?” I said, kissing her lightly. She continued her cute, annoyed stare, but reciprocated my kisses, until the fourth one where she grabbed my head and curled it closer to her own and pressed me against her lips.
“Alwaayssssss…” She moaned in my ear, nibbling on the edge as a I drooled in ecstasy on the pillow. “I just wish I could make you feel similar…”
“You do!” I piped up, “You’re incredible when you give me blow-”
“Well, yeah, THAT, but I mean like, you know, normal.” She muttered.
“It’s ok. You’re getting better, I was able to even take your pants off today!” I replied happily.
“I still cum way to fast…after a few MONTHS I thought I would have more control by now…”
“You’re getting there babe!”
“Whatever…” She looked glum for a moment, but it quickly changed to a dark smile. “I bet I can make you cum even FASTER!”
She quickly unbuttoned my pants and threw off my boxers on the floor, and lowered herself to eye-level to my crotch. A few minutes later I was writhing in pleasure, and we cuddled the night away.
We didn’t see each other for a bit after that, her work schedule was brutal, and I had a few deadlines I had to meet as well. The next Friday however we were both free, and we were ecstatic for the time together again.
We cuddled on my bed and watched re-runs of Scrubs on Netflix, kissing and fooling around beneath the sheets. I noticed she was wearing sweatpants, and I wondered if that would make it easier to remove then the jeans from last time.
“Urp!” She squealed as I pulled off her pants without warning. I slid off her panties also under the sheets, and she looked at me with wide eyes.
“Number?” I asked her, looking deep in her dark sapphire eyes.
“Ummmmm… I don’t know.” She gulped “B-be gentle, I haven’t done this before…”
“Ok. Just relax.” She slumped back and looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement. I gradually lowered myself on her, and entered her.
Her breathing quickened intensely, and her fists were balled up as tightly as possible.
“How are you doing, babe?” I asked, as gently as possible.
“Sssssssixx….? I think?” She gave me a very unsure look. I kissed her reassuringly, and gently thrusted once.
“TEN! Shit, really?!” She glared downwards, and I felt a chocking sensation on my dick.
“No, not yet, ah, No!!!” She yelled. She bit her lip as she continued, and I laid on her, stroking her sides and kissing her neck.
“AUGH.” She screamed after a few seconds, and threw me off. I sat bewildered on the edge of the bed feeling guilty…had I rushed things?
She buried her hands in her face, and I put an arm over her. “Page, it’s ok. Really. You went really far today. I’ll be slower next time.
“It’s not about ME, it’s about YOU!” She yelled, and face planted into a pillow in anger.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked stupidly. Of COURSE I did something wrong…didn’t I?
“No, it’s just…” She sighed. “You make me feel great, and I can’t even get you off without blowing you.” She collapsed on the pillow again. My thoughts briefly flashed to my Omorashi fantasies of her, of her holding herself in front of my bathroom door, fighting the tide that was her full bladder, begging me to unlock the door…
“What?” She sat up, looking at me intently.
“Huh?” I jolted myself back to reality. “Oh, um nothing.”
“Something.” She poked my chest accusingly, “You’re keeping something from me.”
“N-no I’m not!” I had never told her about my fetish, worried that she would find it odd or perverted (or worse, find my posts online).
“Yes.” She poked me again. “You. Are. What is it? It’s something about me, isn’t it?
“No!” I protested.
“Yes. Is it sexual?” She squinted, studying my facial expressions. “What, is it like a rape-play or something? If you’re keeping something from me that would help me get you off I’m going to be pissed.”
“…It’s weird” I stuttered.
“It IS something!” She proved confidently. “What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“WHAT IS IT!?”
“Nothing!”
“WHAT.” She tackled me and dug her fingers into my sides. I laughed uncontrollably, she was using my only weakness, the fact that I am uncontrollably ticklish. “Is. It!?”
“HAHAHAHA OM AHAHAHA, STOP, HAHAH I’LL TELL, I’LL TELL! HAHAHAHA! IT’S OMOHAHAHAHA”
She stopped for a moment with her fingers dangerously close to my sides, wiggling them threatingly. “Tell.” She demanded, and waited patiently for me to stop giggling like an idiot.
“Omorashi.” I gasped, and fell back on the bed.
“What’s that? Like Asian porn or something?”
“No, it’s like…” I gasped again, “Like, liking it when girls have to pee.”
“Like, peeing on people and drinking it, that kind of stuff?”
“NO! Like, when girls really have to go to the bathroom, and they’re fidgeting and stuff.”
“So, like hold-it contests would REALLY get you off?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Tomorrow. In my bathtub.”
“What..? A-are you sure? I mean, maybe we should try smaller scale-”
“NO. For once, I’m going to make YOU come before me. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
I sat in shocked silence as she grinned at me. Would she really do it?
(More to come later! :3) |
The next day as I returned home I got an odd text from Page. It asked me that before getting in the tub to strip down to my boxers. Although we had fooled around before, and she had seen my dick (how else would she give me oral?) I felt sub-conscious about just showing up wearing my underwear. Nonetheless, I put my feelings aside for what I hoped would be a good show.
I stripped down in my room, and opened the door of my bathroom to see Page wearing nothing but ruby red bra and panties. She motioned for me to sit next to her, and I lowered myself into the water-less tub, noticing empty bottles of Aquafina littering the floor. She took a deep breath.
“O-ok, so how does this work exactly? What am I supposed to feel?” She asked, with a quirky smile. I placed my hand on her smooth tummy, and kissed her neck.
“Basically, the point is to hold-”
“NO!” She shouted suddenly, startling me. “N-not yet, don’t touch. I’m at an eight as it is, seeing you like that.” I looked down, and noticed a budge in my not-so-loose boxers.
I glanced back at her noticing she was looking down as well. I blushed. She stretched sexily, showing off her cleavage and then raced her arm through her caramel colored hair. “So how does this work?” She asked, squirming slightly.
“Well, normally people just hold it for as long as they can by grabbing themselves, crossing their legs and stuff.”
“Then what?”
“Then, well, they eventually lose control and wet themselves.”
“Can we play while we cuddle?”
“Sure.” I smiled and curled up next to her.
“Be careful though, I don’t want to…” She bit her lip and motioned downward. I nodded, signaling that I understood. “-before this is all over.”
After a few minutes she was rocking back and forth slightly.
“You ok babe?”
“Yeah.” She answered, “I just have to pee pretty bad. I wouldn’t normally drink that much water, and I guess I’m use to just going when I have to pee. I almost never hold it.”
“Almost?”
“Well, there was this one time in high school when the bathrooms broke and I had to hold it the entire day. It was TERRIBLE, the bus ride home was so bumpy, I almost lost it on the leather seats. In fact, I think I did let a little bit out.” Her hand snaked towards my leg, brushing it and moving closer to my crotch. She pulled the elastic band of my boxers down, and massaged my dick as she continued. “It seemed like HOURS, I sat in the back alone holding myself like a little girl. When my house came I was worried I would pee myself if I stood.”
“And?” I blurted out when she paused the story there, forcing me to wait for her to finish, as I writhed in ecstasy. She grinned devilishly.
“I made it out the bus door, but I doubled over as soon as I hit the sidewalk, and I nearly lost it there. My panties DEFINITLY had a wet patch at this point. I waddled to my front door, stopping every couple of feet to pinch my pee-hole to prevent myself from peeing anymore then I already had.”
My breathing was escalated, and I noticed she was squirming a LOT more than before, recalling the memory.
“I got to the door, and I busted through it, and made it to the bathroom, but my brother was in there taking a shower. At this point I was BURSTING, and I screamed at him to get out, but he didn’t listen.”
I was nearly drooling at this point as she stroked my dick, and I felt more turned on then I had ever been with anyone.
“I raced to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of papertowels, and crushed them against my crotch at that point.” She continued. “I wanted to wet SO BADLY even if it was just a little, but I knew if I relaxed even a little it would all come out. I kneeled at the bathroom like this-” She crawled on top of me, and placed herself over me, her legs making an upside-down V over my crotch. Her vagina was just inches away from my manhood, with just a thin, jealous piece of cloth blocking their connection. I was shaking in anticipation.
She placed one hand over her pee-hole and pinched in gently as she continued. I could see that her story was having as much as an effect on her as it was me; she was constantly shifting around on top of me and pressing her hands on her crotch. “I was BARELY holding on, and I was constantly spurting a little bit into the paper towels. I had to unzip my jeans all the way to continue stuffing paper towels in my pants, and at this point my panties were soaked. I whimpered and told my brother to hurry. Oh jeez, I’m about to wet in real life here!” She interrupted, and doubled over placing both hands on her crotch.
After a moment she quickly stood up, and reached into the drawer under the sink, pulling out something shiny and ripping it open, then collapsing on me once again and clutching herself HARD. After recovering, she reached around and pulled ‘whatever-was-inside-the-shiny-thing’ over my dick.
‘Oh, condom.’ My brain registered.
“He finally came out of the bathroom, but as I ran in I had already-” She doubled over again, and I felt a warm spot on her ruby panties. I looked down, and she was cluching a hand-sized wet spot on herself, and I felt a little bit drip on my leg before she could stop it.
“MMmmmmMMM!” She moaned, grabbing herself hard.”UUuh, I r-ran in and I was a-already squiring through the papertowels. And it was a lot at once, like one after another of long, warm spurts. I dashed in with my pants already down, and I just dived into the shower intead, laying on my back so the pee wouldn’t get any more on my jeans. I peed for like thirty seconds, but felt SO GOOD that I stopped, which was almost IMPOSSIBLE, and I waddled and locked the door, and then I laid back down and finished while rubbing mysel-”
It was too much. I ripped off her panties and thrusted my dick inside her. I started orgasming almost immediately, and I heard her on top of me screaming in unison, while leaking steadily on top of me.
“AAH, AHH, TEN, AHH! A-Are you-”
“Ye-AAAHH” I moaned, and came inside her. She collapsed on top of me out of breath, and for once she wasn’t the only one.
“Did…did you?” She asked after somewhat regaining her thoughts. My mind was still reeling, and I could still feel my dick pulsing from what just occurred. She looked into my eyes waiting for a response, so I just nodded dumbly.
“YES!” She cried, “Awww, I’ve been trying to make you cum for months! Ahh… well, I guess we found out what works, huh?”
“Yeah.” I responded, still dumbfounded.
“I guess we’ll just have to do this more often, huh?” She winked at me. I couldn’t believe my luck. |
Hello,
This is my first post here. I have been lurking around and finally wrote a omorashi story myself (so I created an account to post it). At the moment, chapter 3 is sort of finished and I am going to think where to take chapter four. For now, I will post only chapter one, and when I feel like it, I will add chapter 2 and so forth.
Feedback is welcome.
There is an abrupt start, no clear introduction, but the characters will become clear soon enough. First chapter only consists of the 2 main characters, others will be added later on.
Chapter 1: The first accident
“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” She screamed. She was being chased by a horrific creature. There was only one safe place in the house and she was almost there. She needed to be in there, nothing could harm her there. Just a few meters….
When she entered, the monster disappeared. “Finally safe!”. Then she saw where she was; she had entered the bathroom. What a coincidence. She was so scared by the monster she could use one. She walked over to the toilet and sat down when she slowly woke up feeling happy from escaping. She also felt warmer and warmer. “OH GOD, NO!” “What is it?” Her roommate asked. She just realized to her horror how hard she had shouted. Jenny was peeing her bed when she woke up, but managed to stop it.
“What’s wrong?” Kyra asked. Jenny did not dare say anything about her situation. “Just a bad dream” she answered, while she was feeling how bad the damage was under her sheets. The back of her white panties with red stripes was almost completely soaked and her bed had a wet spot just a little bigger than the size of her butt. Her blue sleeping shirt was ridden up to her back, and thus did not get any of the pee. How was she going to make sure Kyra did not find out?
She’s had it worse when she was in puberty, but this was her first night-time accident in 3 years. How shameful it would be if Kyra found out, a 19 year old could not wet the bed anymore.
“Hey, I really need to go to the toilet” Kyra said. “But I don’t know the way in the dark yet around here”. Kyra was a 18-year-old first year student at the university and managed to get a room in the student house of Jenny. She had lived there only a few days now. “To be honest, in the dark this house gives me the creeps and I don’t really dare to go alone”. This really made things hard for Jenny, but she decided; after her first scream, it would be too obvious to decline. Besides, she still really needed to pee too, as she only peed a little and stopped mid-stream. “Ok” she answered.
She tried really hard not to be obvious while getting up. She slid out of her wet sheets and immediately stood up, so her bed would not get any wetter. Her shirt was long enough to be a dress, so it fell over her panties, hiding their wetness. She heard drops falling on the wooden floor and going down her thighs and panicked. She quickly looked over to Kyra, but to her relief she had not noticed due to her desperation. Kyra had also climbed out of her bed, and now she was standing next to it crossing her legs and holding herself; “I’m sorry for being like this, but I just really need the toilet. I’m so embarrassed”. “Doesn’t matter”, Jenny said, “it happens. I wake up a lot like that too. It’s no big deal. Well, let’s get going then” Jenny said as smoothly as possible. She was relieved, she was not the only one in trouble. Kyra was probably busy with keeping her pee in so much that she hadn’t noticed the trembling in Jenny’s voice.
Kyra was obviously desperate, making small steps towards the door. Jenny tried to hide her desperation. When they reached the door, Kyra said “Shit, almost forgot” and walked back. “What?” “There are boys in this house and I don’t want to walk around like this” Kyra said. She was just wearing a pair of small light-blue panties and bra without shoulder straps. She was too prudish for a guy to see that. “You probably won’t see anyone, just come along and fast” Jenny said. “No, I’m not doing it. I’ll just put on a long shirt like you. I would be too ashamed if a boy saw me like this.” She had nothing to be ashamed of though; she had a nicely shaped body with red curls and most guys gave her at least a second look. She was rather short. “And what’s your hurry, I’m the one almost having an accident!” Jenny had given herself away. She now had no choice but to tell her. “Well, actually, I need to go too, and it’s rather bad” she said. “In that case: I’m going first!” Kyra said. She walked over to the door as quickly as she could, now wearing a long, white shirt.
The girls walked down the hall and the stairs together in the dark, as there were only toilets on the ground floor. Half in the stairs there was a loud crack in the stairs and Kyra jumped. It seemed like there was nothing to worry about, but Kyra’s bladder was a whole different story; she felt something burst and gasped. She had started peeing, but managed to stop it after a few seconds. She could already feel her thighs get wet however and suspected the worst for her panties. She checked on them by putting her hand in to her private area: her panties were completely soaked between her legs! How could this happen? She was shocked, as she never had anything like this before. “Are you OK?” Jenny asked. “No” Kyra answered in a slightly sobbing voice. ‘I’m so embarrassed, I think I just wet myself a little…” she said, as a tear rolled down her check. “Come on, accidents happen. Let’s get to the toilet fast before more comes out!” Jenny said, mostly thinking of her own bladder problems. The cold air in the hallway was doing no good for her situation; her panties were getting cold and were now clinging to her but, and she felt like she would wet herself again if she did not get on a toilet fast.
Lucky for the girls, it wasn’t occupied, but as Kyra just had a big spurt escape, she was having trouble holding it in now and seeing the bathroom door was no help. She felt it going bad again; she could not, would not wet herself! She never did, and would not start at 18. She ran as fast as she could while she felt spurts escaping and closed the door behind her. She made it that far, but locking the door (as she always did) and standing still on the cold tiles of the bathroom was the final straw; while locking the door, she felt a spurt escape that she could not possibly stop anymore. It was still a few meters to the toilet, but she already started to fully soak herself. She felt her panties get warm and wet and her first reaction was to jam her hands between her legs. Bad move, she felt the front of her shirt get wet and quickly removed her hands and replaced them without her shirt in the way, but it was no use. Her panties had soaked up all they could and it was now running completely over her hands and down the insides of her legs! She was helpless and gave up; she removed her now wet hands and the pee formed a thick stream straight through her panties on the floor, with trickles from the sides of her panties running down both her legs. After maybe 10 seconds of standing like this she realized how big the puddle was she was forming now and walked as fast as she could over to the toilet. When she sat down she saw a thick trail of pee leading to the large puddle by the door. Then she realized; she still had her panties on! Quickly she pulled them halfway down to her knees. Now she saw the damage she had done; the front of her panties was still mainly light-blue, but 4 centimeters above her crotch they quickly became a deep, dark blue. The back of her panties were wet almost to the top, as she had been sitting while peeing in them. She started to cry; how could this have happened? She never had any accidents as a kid while she had seen her friends have a few around that age, and now, 1 week in college and she had wet herself! If only she had dared to go alone.
When she finished peeing and got up, she had another unpleasant surprise; her long, white shirt had been under her all the time. The back of it was now even more soaked than the front, and completely see-through. She could not possibly come out of the bathroom now! Jenny, who was almost twenty, was outside and would immediately see what she had done! She would have to move to another city if someone knew about this!
She was not aware of the problems Jenny was having herself though. She was fighting against her body, but her bladder was the weakest part of that. She would, on a normal day, go to the toilet all the time and not drink before she got to bed. Now she regretted that one bottle of water yesterday evening, as it was almost coming out. Nobody knew she had already wet the bed, there was still hope! Why had Kyra locked the door? She could have gone in the shower by now! She was desperate for any option.
After a while she knocked on the door. “Kyra, please open, I will be literally wetting myself if I can’t relieve myself soon!”. Kyra refused. “Listen, Kyra; I could hear what happened and I’m sorry for you, but I really need to use the bathroom now or I’ll do the same thing”. Kyra was now convinced to open the door, as she could not hide her accident anymore.
Finally Jenny could get in and saw Kyra; the poor girl was completely soaked and crying. Directly behind the door was a large puddle with a stream towards the toilet. Jenny had no time however to console her; she had to get to the toilet, as she felt it almost coming out and did not want the same fate as Kyra. She passed her quickly while she felt some spurts escaping. When she reached the toilet, she thought of a problem; there was another person watching and her panties were already really wet. If she pulled them down, Kyra could see she had wet the bed. She had to decide quickly, as she was already spurting and she was dripping on the ground. She decided to keep them on and pee through them. As soon as she sat down, the cold between her legs got warm again, spreading to her but. It felt great, warming up like that! Her panties were now completely soaked but she did not care; she was finally relieving herself and she had, mostly, made it to the toilet.
Meanwhile, the still sobbing Kyra was watching in disbelief; Jenny was also peeing through her panties! This blew her mind completely, she was not the only one! That was her luck, maybe Jenny won’t tell anyone and she would not have to move away.
Jenny was done and stood up. “Sorry for that” she said. Her panties were still dripping and she wrung them out a little. Then she inspected them; they were wetter than before, but her shame was less. At least she made it to the toilet, as far as anyone knows. Her shirt was still dry, which would cover her wet panties.
“We have to clean this up before anyone sees our accidents” Jenny said, happy no one would know about her wet bed. Kyra was even more in disbelief; Jenny had made it to the toilet, but she wet her panties anyway and acted as if it was not a big deal. Kyra, on the other hand, was still constantly sobbing. “Hey, it’s not that big of a deal, anyone can have an accident” Jenny said.
After the girls had cleaned the toilet, Kyra felt a little bit better. They got back to their room without being seen. “What are you doing with your panties?” Kyra asked Jenny, as she had no idea what to do. “What do you mean, I’m just going to wash them with the rest of my used clothes today”. Kyra could not believe how normal Jenny stayed. “I’ll just hide my panties and shirt where no one will find them till I can go wash them. For now I only have time to shower before breakfast.” After sorting their selves out and eating breakfast, both girls went to college. |
I'm sorry I've waited so long, but here it is: chapter 2. Did not have a lot of time lately. Thanks for all the positive feedback, I did not expect so many positive posts! I hope I can keep up to your expectations.
Chapter 2: Distractions
Kyra could not really concentrate. She was thinking about her shameful accident that morning, but especially about that of Jenny. She could be mistaken, but she thought that Jenny could have made it to the toilet without peeing herself, but she waited a bit and just sat down. The more she thought about it, the more Kyra got convinced Jenny had peed herself on purpose. Some time ago she accidentally read on the internet some people do that for fun. Then again, she could not see that in Jenny. She could have also done it to make Kyra feel better. By the end of college, she decided she was sure Jenny could have pulled her panties down instead of peeing through them, and did it on purpose. She was disgusted about it, but at the same time she was thinking about her own accident and, if you forget the shame of peeing yourself and the effort to clean it up, it was not all bad. She felt a lot better afterwards than before once she completely peed herself because of the relief, and the spreading warmth felt really nice. And Jenny seemed to really enjoy it, she too was clearly happier afterwards.
Kyra had a long lunch break, so she got home between her courses. She knew Jenny, as well as most of her housemates, would not come home for lunch. On the way home she did some more thought-experiments about peeing yourself. She decided to try it, just to see how it felt to do it on purpose. She did not pee since that morning and had to go pretty urgently again, she was almost as desperate as that morning when she woke up. She was wearing tight jeans, which would be a real bad idea to pee in as it would be a little too obvious to change into other pants, she thought. On the toilet peeing through just her panties was also a bad idea, she thought, because they would make her pants obviously wet and someone might see it, but she came up with a solution.
So she walked past the bathroom while getting more and more desperate, which was against her nature. She had to act fast, as her bladder now was really full again and she was on the verge of wetting herself, as her body sensed it was home. She half-ran up the stairs into her room and got to her closet. Just before she got out of her jeans, she released a big spurt in her haste. She felt her panties getting damp again! Then the wetness spread and she felt her thighs getting warm. She did not realize she was so close to wetting herself again. She quickly put on a pair of green, loose shorts but kept her white cotton panties on, as they were already a little wet. Then she saw she almost made a crucial mistake; she almost wet herself right there, damaging the floor! She had to get towels, but she could not possibly make it. She tried anyway. She got 2 towels out of the back of her closet while crossing her legs, bouncing a bit and holding herself firmly between her legs. Then she suddenly started to pee in spurts! She quickly dropped the towels and stood above them while trying to keep it back to sort out the towels, but it was no use. She felt a solid stream beginning inside of her and there was no way to stop it. When she felt it hitting her panties, a great warmth started to spread against her bare, most sensual part of her body. As she was peeing herself full-force, moments later her panties were completely soaked and it quickly shot through her fast darkening shorts. She spread her legs a little and watched as her stream hit the wooden floor hard. Drops of pee were flying everywhere. Meanwhile, the warm wetness between her legs started to spread even more, both to back and front. Her peeing force started to decline a little and the stream divided itself in 2 streams from the legs of her shorts. Oh, the relief! She felt in heaven. When she looked down again, her legs were glistening with her pee. Then she realized she should have taken her socks off, but by now they were already soaked.
She got back to earth when she saw the pee spreading: most of her pee got straight on to the floor, where now a puddle was spreading and she could not stop! She tried to contain the puddle, but was too busy peeing herself to do it well. When she was done, her shorts, panties, socks and legs were completely soaked, as well were her towels. It felt great, being so wet from her own hot liquid! She put her hand between her wet legs and touched herself trough her shorts. She almost came, but could hold it back. Sure, it felt great, but she could not be sexually aroused by this. It would be strange, but she did feel aroused in a way she never did before. Did Jenny feel this way too when she peed herself? She tried to ignore it, but couldn’t. This time she did not feel the same kind of shame she did in the morning. Surely, she had lost control before she meant to, making it strictly speaking an accident, but she meant to have one and felt in control; she could have gone to the toilet downstairs. It was a great discovery, she thought. She never knew how great it feels to wet yourself, as it never happened to her. And it even seems to be normal to wet yourself on purpose, Jenny did it too and probably most girls who have an accident will find out too how great it feels to pee yourself.
She started to clean up and saw one big mistake; she could not shower now as she had used her last 2 towels. She had to wash them before she could shower, so her clothes had to wait a little longer. She sorted herself out, got ready for her afternoon college and tried to get a different smell on to her, as after washing the towels there was no more time left to shower. After she put on a new pair of panties, this time black ones, she put on her pants. They felt very cold and looked down; they were wet halfway to her knees. “Oh no,” she thought, “that spurt was too big, now I have to change and maybe people will notice”. She decided it was best to put on something completely different and put on a red and black top with a grey pleaded skirt with black stockings.
That afternoon she did not hear any word that was said during the college. She was thinking of wetting herself and if, when and where she would try it again.
After college, she got home and did not see Jenny home yet. Good! She decided it was a good time to was her clothes of that day. When she got in her room and passed Jenny’s bed, she sensed a faint smell of urine. She did not think much of it and thought she smelled her own clothes, which were under her bed, but when she got closer to her bed, the smell decreased. So she went on investigation. It really seemed to come from Jenny’s bed, while she hid her panties in her closet, as she had seen that morning. She pulled away the covers and could not believe what she saw there; there was a yellow circle the size of a basketball on the bed! No doubt that was from this morning, as it was still damp!
Now it made sense. Jenny peed through her panties because they were already wet from her bed wetting! She did not like it!“What have I done? I have wet myself twice today and one time was on purpose! Why did I do that? What was I thinking?” she panicked. She had purposely wet herself under false assumptions. And she thought it felt good. She was disgusted with herself and confused. She went on to her own side of the room and found her towels, that she put in the washing machine that morning, folded neatly. She looked under the bed and saw what she had feared; all her wet clothes were gone!
Earlier that day in college, Jenny did not pay that much attention either. She wore a short black pleaded skirt, like she used to do a lot to school years before when she was having regular accidents as a habit, because it’s easier to hide an accident. Above that she had a grey top with a funny text on it. There were only white panties left in her drawer this morning after she ruined her red-striped ones. She was very ashamed of herself that she just wet her bed again. She also felt bad for Kyra, who just came here to study last week and wet herself completely in front of an older student. She imagined how she would have felt and thought of the poor girl.
She always needed a lot of coffee to stay awake at college, especially when there were long speeches like today. It would take almost all her lunch break before her afternoon courses! She just took as much coffee as she always did. After a while she began to feel it in her bladder; at that moment the last short break was just over. Another 45 minutes could be done easily, so she did not think much of it and drank her last coffee she got in that break.
40 minutes in however, she was happy it was almost over. She was squirming a bit and had to hold herself through her skirt. She could do another 5 minutes, so still no problem. At that moment the professor said: “I’m sorry to say this, but I have planned this lesson rather optimistic. We will have to go on for 15 minutes more, so feel free to eat your lunch here”. Jenny could not believe it. Now she suddenly had to hold it for 20 minutes! She tried to think of something else, but it worked only half. After 10 minutes she was sitting with her legs crossed and bouncing, while she was holding herself through her skirt with her left hand, while she tried to hold herself under her skirt from the other side with her right hand. It was now very obvious for the people around her what was wrong. She suddenly felt a spurt escape. She panicked for a minute, but then thought of the kind of panties she was wearing. They would absorb a lot more than her panties of that morning! The next 5 minutes she was spurting every now and then, trying to be nonchalant. She sometimes uncrossed her legs and refrained from bouncing. She was only holding herself discretely. The consequence of this was that she had to pee a lot more now, but at least she drew no attention to herself. By now her panties were getting wetter and wetter and she felt it coming near the back of her skirt. This class to be over soon!
“That was all, thank you for listening”. It was done! Finally! Uh oh… a bigger spurt followed her happiness. She felt her skirt beneath her getting wet. She stood up to get to the toilet as fast as possible, but there was a line to get out of the room. She had to use the upper exit to get to a toilet fast! She walked as fast as she could, and for some people, who had seen her fidgeting earlier, it was obvious why she was doing this.
While walking up the stairs of the college room, she let out some spurts which were casting right down her bare legs into her socks and shoes. She stopped to gain control, which only worked half. The spurts got smaller, but when she walked on they got bigger again. By now her panties between her legs felt like she went swimming and her legs were all wet on the inside. When she opened the door she felt a waterfall coming up: she quickly went outside and shut the door so that no one could see. She was now wetting herself full-speed. After 10 seconds she regained control, but there was already a big puddle and her socks and shoes were sopping wet. She walked to the toilet with haste and started peeing again, but by now her priority was to not be seen by any one. The waterfall returned while she was walking through the restroom doors. Once inside she just stood there and let it happen, careful that she would not wet her skirt. A large puddle formed right before the sinks. When she was finally peed out, she went into a stall. She had a plastic bag within her normal bag, which she used to put her shoes and socks in. After that it was full, so she decided to keep on her panties. Then she realized what she had done and hoped no one had followed her, as there is a clear line of pee between the college room and the stall she was in. She felt really bad; now she’s had a day-time accident too, which she thought is even more shameful than a wet bed. She started crying a bit, hoping her old problems would not come back. Then she heard the door; it was Ashley, another student, saying “Jenny, where are you? Are you OK? Should I get spare clothes for you?” “Oh no, she knows” Jenny thought. What was she going to do now?
“H-h-h how do you know?” she answered in a sobbing voice. “Well, there was a large wet spot where you sat, and the back of your skirt was obviously wet. Then, from the stairs on there was a trail of wet drops leading to two puddles, so it is pretty obvious” Ashley said. “Do more people know?” “Most were watching you go outside, and saw your wet skirt and trail” “Oh no, everybody will know within an hour, I am so ashamed!” Jenny said. “Don’t worry, everyone has an accident sometime. They will forget, I know that for a fact” said Ashley, trying to console Jenny. She remembered her own accident a year ago.
“Should I get you some clean clothes then?” Ashley asked. “If I hurry, you can still make the afternoon course”. “No thanks”, answered the still sobbing Jenny, “I don’t want to see anyone right now, I’m too ashamed. I’ll skip this afternoon”. |
So, I just finished chapter four and my personal re-read of chapter 3, so here is chapter 3 :)
I always want to keep 1 chapter between writing and posting. If I post directly, there is a chance I might make a major plot-mistake, as I almost did with this one. I am sorry you get to read everything a lot later than I finish it, but this way the quality is better. And sorry for the slow posting, but I don't have a lot of spare time.
And thank you so much for the positive posts, helps a lot in keeping me motivated.
Chapter 3: The Clash
Jenny went back home bare-footed and with her soaked panties and skirt still on. She waited for a minute so she was sure everyone in the house would be gone when she arrived. She especially did not want to meet Kyra, she already had an accident in front of her, and she wouldn’t want Kyra to think of her as a girl who wets herself all the time. When she got inside, she went up to her room and immediately smelled more urine. “Oh no, that is probably my bed” she thought. She pulled the sheets away and saw a still rather wet spot with a yellow circle around it. It smelled clearly of urine, but there was more persistent smell. It could not only be her panties from that morning, so she walked over to Kyra’s bed and looked under it. To her surprise, she saw more than 1 shirt and a pair of panties there; there were also socks, another pair of panties, shorts and a pair of pants, also soaked with urine and rather fresh. “Kyra had another accident too! And it was in this room, there is a vague stain in the carpet there… Why did she not go to the toilet? She probably miscalculated her need for the toilet. You know what; to break the ice a little I’m going to wash her clothes too. They will be clean for her when they get back. Poor girl, maybe she has bladder issues too.”
She temporarily forgot about her own shame and how every single student she knew would know what she had done by now.
Then Jenny suddenly saw the strange thing about the clothes lying there. She recognized the pants Kyra wore this morning, but she only peed in them a little, not enough to wet your socks and get your underwear soaked like that, and the extra pair of shorts is also very strange. But Jenny thought of a plausible theory. “She probably wet herself a little in college or on the way back, and when she got home she first changed into a pair of shorts before going to the toilet because she wanted no one to see her like that, but she did not make it after she changed”.
It was a warm day and it felt like mid-summer, although it was almost fall, so after she had put both the girls’ clothes in the washing machine and folded some towels, which she recognized to be Kyra’s, she sat outside sunbathing while reading a book. She had put on another short, pleaded skirt so that her legs could get a lot of sun. This one was dark blue. She wore flip-flops as she liked to do that on warm days. The upper part of her body was only concealed by her strapless bikini top. While reading the book, she dozed off.
2 hours later, she was awoken by a girl who was shyly calling her name. “J-Jenny… Jenny… please wake up, Jenny”. It was Kyra. “Do you know who took my clothes from, you know, this morning?” She said, almost whispering. Jenny woke up, feeling a little pressure on her bladder again. “Yes, I thought you would appreciate it if I washed it for you. I had to wash my clothes anyway, so I put both our ‘accidents’ in the washing machine. It should be ready by now”. Kyra was in shock. Jenny would now know about her experiment, no doubt! “So you know about, ehm…” “Yes, I know, but don’t worry. It was just an accident, no one else will know”, Jenny said. “Pfew”, Kyra thought, “She thinks I had another accident. It’s embarrassing but it’s better than peeing yourself on purpose”.
Kyra did not dare to say anything until they came to the washing machine. Jenny opened the door and gave Kyra her stuff, and then closed the door again. “Don’t you need your stuff”, Kyra asked her. Jenny got red and mumbled something about washing again. “That’s really bad for the environment, and it’s probably as clean as it will get now”, Kyra said. So Jenny decided to get her stuff anyway. When Kyra saw the clothes she got out, she was surprised; Jenny had a lot of clothes to wash, but in the washing machine only were the clothes Jenny had put on this morning after the incident with one pair of panties from her accident. “Hey, I thought you wore that this morning”. Jenny did not know what to say. “Well, I, ehm, I eh… sort off… you know… it happened to me too.” “What happened?” Kyra asked. A tear started rolling down Jenny’s cheek. “In college today”, Jenny said. “It went on longer than expected and I drank more than I should have” she said, looking down. Another tear. “I tried to hold it in, but it just took too long. I peed myself completely before I reached the toilet, and probably everybody knows…”
Kyra felt bad for her. “It’s just like my accidents today, it can happen to anyone”. “Yeah, I know, but I did it in college today, everyone could have seen it”. “Maybe nobody will tell,” Kyra tried to console her, “At least I won’t tell anyone about your wet bed last night”. ”“You know? How?” Jenny asked, taken aback. “I need to get better at stuff like this” Kyra thought. “Well, you can smell it pretty clearly when you get in the room”, she said. Of course, Jenny had forgotten in all the commotion of today; she needed to clean her bed too!
As she was cleaning, another urge hit her; she remembered the need to pee when she woke up, but decided she could first clean her bed, and after everything would be in the washing machine, she could go to the toilet. She was right about that; she got pretty desperate, but when she put her sheets in the machine, she was still dry. Now, she could relieve herself again. At least she would not pee herself this time.
When the bathroom got in sight however, her need increased rapidly. It was locked! She felt a small spurt escape. “Oh no, not again!” she thought. The door swung open and her housemate Liam was there. She almost ran over him and locked the door again, when she felt another spurt dampening her panties and thighs. She got over to the toilet while still peeing slowly. She got her panties down and continued peeing on the toilet. Then she saw her white panties, wet and see-through; she had peed her panties again. At least most of it got in the toilet and no one knew this time. She cleaned up the drops she had left behind on the floor and decided to keep her panties on. “There is less chance any one will notice if she would let it dry first,” she thought.
When Jenny was ready and opened the door again, Kyra stormed in suddenly, shot straight to the toilet, put her pants and panties down just enough and sat down, peeing immediately. “Pfew, almost had another accident”, she said.
It was time for dinner. There were 7 students living in the house, 4 girls and 3 boys, and they always ate together. As always, they had a nice time together since they had all grown to be friends. Suddenly Cindy, a 20 year old girl, dropped the bomb. “So, I heard you had a little problem today, Jenny”. She said. Normally she and Jenny would have the same afternoon course. Everything went quiet, as everyone knew about the incident but did not dare to say anything. “I did not see you this afternoon”. Kyra went red again and said “Well, I just made a little… miscalculation”, while she felt tears welling up again, but could just hold them back. “Maybe you should consider diapers”, Liam tried to joke. “You were pretty desperate before dinner too”. That did it for Jenny. She could not hold her tears back anymore. She wanted to get away from here and ran to her room crying. “That’s not funny!” Kyra said. “Do you know how bad she feels about her accident?”
Later that evening, after she had put her sheets back over her still stained mattress and felt somewhat better, Jenny came back down to watch some TV. Her housemates had agreed not to talk about the accident any more. Cindy, Kyra, Dennis and Victor were already watching TV. After a while, as always, they were talking and laughing with each other more than watching TV. Dennis was trying to get close with Jenny, as he always did. It was obvious he had a crush on her. This eventually resulted in Dennis leaning over Jenny, tickling her, while she screamed: “Stop it! I can’t stand it!” Secretly, she enjoyed the attention but for now she did not see more than a friend in him. Jenny was moving around over the couch trying to make him stop tickling her. “Get a room”, Victor said, but it was ignored.
Jenny did not realize that all that moving around in a short skirt would give Dennis a great view beneath it. After he had seen it a few times, he was sure that what he saw was true. “I hope you did change yourself after your incident today” he whispered. “Off course”, Jenny whispered, “I would not walk around in those clothes all day!” “Then how come your panties have a yellow stain?”
Jenny was shocked. She totally forgot about her panties! She had wet them just before dinner so they were still damp, probably still see through. That explains the bulge Dennis had for the last few minutes. She had given him a good view of her privates. There was a sudden awkward silence between the two. The first noise made came from Jenny. “I think I’ll go get ready for bed” she said shyly. She realized she just admitted to having wet herself twice in one day to Dennis.
Jenny showered, got in a clean pair of pink panties and a long white shirt and went to her, just cleaned, bed. Kyra got to bed a few minutes late after getting in a red pair of panties and a black normal-sized shirt. They dreamed about all that had happened this day.
After a while, Kyra was dreaming about the part where she wet herself on purpose. She dreamt about how satisfactory it had felt and how she would have to do it again, no matter what anyone else would think. She was at her parents’ home, where she had lived for the last 18 years. She sat in her room doing homework. She needed to go to the toilet rather badly and got up. “Ah, what the heck, I’ll just sit back down”, she thought, ‘then I won’t have to do the effort of going to the toilet’.
Immediately after she sat down again, she started peeing and immediately felt wetness between her legs, spreading to her butt. It soaked the summer dress she was wearing. Her chair got very, very wet. Then she felt is spreading towards her knees and her lower back. She wondered ‘How can it get to my lower back if I sit up?’ After that, she felt wetness all around her. She was waking up, still peeing.
Her panties and shirt were already soaked, and the pee had already spread all around her, but she still could not keep her bladder from emptying! Then she heard a hard, splattering sound. Her mattress was now soaked and her pee was going through it. What a disaster! She started crying. Of course, Jenny woke up from the noise and immediately recognized what was happening. “Kyra, are you wetting the bed?” The only reaction she got was sobbing. She got over to Kyra’s bed and saw how big her situation was; her mattress was completely soaked! “Come on, I’ll help you clean up” she said, trying to help Kyra.
Kyra got out of bed. When she saw what she had done to her mattress and her clothes she started crying more: only a small part of her panties was not dark-red now. Her shirt was soaked even till way up her back. It was lucky she did not put on a bra, because even that would have been soaked. “Let me get you a glass of water to help you calm down”, Jenny said. Kyra nodded, and Jenny left the room.
Kyra started thinking about how this could have happened, and remembered her dream and how good it felt. She suddenly started to feel aroused again, and confused the more. Apparently she really liked to wet herself, and this normally shy girl started touching herself in the middle of the room through her now dark red panties. She normally only dared to touch herself when she was at her parents’ home, under the shower and there was nobody else home. She just could not stop it, and she did not last long; she was still enjoying the memory of her dream and the waking up in a hot, wet bed while still emptying her bladder a little too much, and she moaned loudly when she came.
When Jenny came back, Kyra was still breathing heavily from her orgasm. As quickly and smoothly as she could, she faked crying. Jenny bought it, and handed Kyra her water. “It’s ok, I used to have bladder problems too, you can get over it”, she said. “But I don’t have bladder problems! Before yesterday I had never wet myself! Besides, don’t you still have problems?” Jenny was stunned with this answer, and the fact that Kyra suddenly stopped crying. “I, I, ehm, I do sometimes still have difficulties holding it in, but normally I don’t wet myself, I swear!”, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” Kyra said, “that was rude. I am just a little bit frustrated because don’t know what’s going on with my body. Since my accident yesterday morning I seem to suddenly have trouble getting to the toilet in time, and I don’t know why” she lied. She was very ashamed about what she did before Jenny came back, and did not want this to sexually arouse her. She could not believe what she was doing. She already wet herself 2 times now because of that, and she could not live on like this. She has to get it under control, or she will be wetting herself for the rest of her life.
“Well, if you keep having trouble, I know some great therapists who helped me a lot” Jenny said. “Thanks” was all Kyra could answer. She wanted this to be over. No more talking about accidents. Maybe that was the solution.
After the girls cleaned up Kyra’s bed together, there were still a few hours of sleep left. Jenny happily went back to bed, while Kyra did not have that option, as her mattress was drying by the window and all the sheets were in the washing machine. As her pillow was still there, she used that and slept on the floor in just a pair of clean, white panties. Luckily, tomorrow is Saturday. |
Just wrote a new chapter to the story and revised this one, so here it is. I've made the conversations a little bit clearer by adding some enters.
Oh, and as I'm starting to add other characters with a bigger role from this chapter on; I'm writing everything from the perception of Kyra or Jenny.
I hope you enjoy this!
Chapter four: A day in the life of Kyra
When she awoke on Monday morning, Kyra realized she was late for college. She decided not to wake Jenny, as for all she knew, she had the morning off. She quickly dressed in a pair of green shorts and a black top, ate some quick breakfast and went to college, happy she did not need the toilet, as she had already peed a few hours before.
On her way there she saw Shannon, one of her few first friends from her first week of university, apparently late too. She met up with her. She was a good looking girl, about as long as Kyra, with straight brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore 3/4th jeans with a tight white shirt.
“Hi Kyra,” Shannon said, “Do you think we could still join in?”
“I hope so,” Kyra said, “I have always been on time so far.”
She saw Shannon was walking a little bit strange, as if she needed to pee. “Is there something wrong?” Kyra asked. “Well, I did not have time to use the bathroom this morning, and I am started to feel that. I hope I can make it till the first coffee break.” Kyra did not know what to say, thinking of her recent activities on this topic. Was she serious? When they got to their morning college, it became clear it would be no problem to get in late. Nobody cared, and the lecturer barely noticed it. They quickly got 2 seats and started listening.
Kyra wanted to pay attention, but could not help thinking about her so-called accidents and noticing the movements of the girl next to her. With about 20 minutes to go to their first break, Shannon was fidgeting, keeping her hand between her legs constantly.
“Do you think it is possible to get out before the break?” She whispered to Kyra.
“I don’t know, but it would be strange as we already came in late, why?”
“I am really getting desperate, but I think I’ll try to wait.”
When the final slide before the break finally came, Kyra could tell Shannon was bursting. She was constantly moving her legs and holding herself quite tightly with both hands. As soon as the coffee break started, Shannon sprang up and tried to get out of the room, but first Kyra had to get out of the way.
“Shoo! I need to go now!” she almost screamed.
Kyra got out of her way, but followed her closely. Purely out of interest of course, she wanted to know what to do if she ever got in the same situation. At least that’s what she told herself. Secretly she was wondering if Kyra would make it.
As Shannon could only walk at half-pace with one hand buried in her crotch, it was not very hard following her.
“Are you alright?” Kyra asked when Shannon suddenly started to slow down.
“No, I think I’m going to lose it, please help me!”
“Come on, the bathrooms are not that far from here, you can make it.”
Kyra dragged Shannon along, as Shannon could not move on her own anymore. She dragged her out of the room and 10 meters down the hall into the bathroom, when she turned around and saw with shock what was happening; Shannon’s head was almost as red as a tomato, and on her jeans between her legs wet streaks were growing, already almost down to her knees. As Kyra watched, she saw Shannon’s crotch rapidly grow dark and wet and soon there was a waterfall between her legs. The streaks were replaced with streams, and where here pants’ legs ended they divided in rivers running straight to the ground and some travelling along to her ankles and in her shoes. Tears were running down her cheek as she was peeing herself full-force.
“Oh nooooo” she cried.
When it all ended, her pants were soaked on the inside, a little towards the front and equally towards the back. The legs were still dripping pee, here shoes and socks were soaked and there was a huge puddle on the ground.
Kyra watched in awe as it all happened, and felt some sort of twinge in her own private parts. She could not believe what just happened, and what was happening in her own body. She had a strong urge to touch herself, and watching Shannon’s accident made her need - and want - to pee too. She quickly moved into a stall and said “I’m sorry, but I really have to go now too”. Inside the stall, she immediately put her hand between her legs to massage her private parts, and felt some dampness there, probably from sweat. She was thinking of peeing herself too and almost came in the process, but then she felt a big spurt of pee escape. She realized everyone would see what had happened, so she quickly put her white panties and green shorts down, and emptied her bladder on the toilet, and was so aroused she had a massive orgasm directly afterwards. After this she inspected the damage; the pee had landed in her panties alright, and even the crotch of her shorts was visibly wet. How could this have happened? She did not need the toilet before she saw Shannon have an accident!
She got out of the toilet, red faced, and saw Shannon still crying in the middle of the bathroom.
“At least we both did not make it” Shannon said.
“Oh god, is it that obvious?” Kyra replied.
She checked herself in the mirror and there it was; a clear stain in her crotch, no chance of hiding it on green shorts.
“I can’t believe this!”
“I can,” Shannon said, “I realized I was going to have an accident when I was still in class. I was just hoping I could have made it a little longer so no-one would have seen it. I was already peeing slowly when I got up to get out of the room, so I’m quite sure a lot of people have seen my first leaks. But how come you did not make it?”
“I don’t know, I think it was just too much to see you having an accident, it just started coming out” she said, obviously not wanting to tell her the complete truth.
“Well, maybe if you try to dry it some more, people won’t notice so we can go back to class”, Shannon said.
“What, are you going back in those pants?” Kyra said. “No, of course not, but I always bring some spare clothes. It will be obvious I changed, but people will already know I had an accident anyway.”
“So you have an extra set of clothing with you for when you have an accident?” Kyra asked.
“Well, as a little girl I had a problem with going to the bathroom on time, and since then I always have some spare clothes with me, just to be sure” Shannon answered.
Kyra still thought it was rather strange to do this, but she did not ask further.
As Shannon got her soaked shoes and socks off, after which she put down her wet pants, she revealed what was beneath it; a pair of light blue panties, that were now wet and see through in the lower, more intimate, half. She was far from shy, in contrast to Kyra, as she just took them off too. Now naked to the waist down, she got a pair of white panties and a short black skirt out of a plastic bag, as well as some thin ballet shoes. After putting her dirty clothes in the plastic bag, she made sure she got away from the puddle before putting her clean clothes on. Kyra taken aback by this behavior; she would never dare to behave this way.
“Please don’t tell anyone I had a little accident too” Kyra begged Shannon, while trying to dry her shorts.
“Don’t worry, that secret is safe with me” Shannon said.
They went on the rest of the morning course giggling as little as possible, getting remarks about Shannon’s accident and drinking water because it was a hot sunny day.
After the morning course, Kyra and Shannon had the afternoon off, and they decided that, after they had dropped off their dirty clothing at home, they would go shopping together in their new home city. Kyra had put on a grey pleaded skirt with a pink pair of panties underneath it. Shannon was still wearing her spare clothing. When they met up, first thing Shannon said was that she needed the toilet again, since she drank a lot of water since the last time she went, and Kyra admitted she had to go again too. However, it was not that urgent so they decided to visit just one store before they went to find a bathroom.
“Argh, why does this store have a fountain in the middle, now I really need to go” Kyra thought.
“But let me first try on these cute shorts”.
Unfortunately, the fountain increased her need to pee faster and faster, and she found herself fighting her bladder a little as she was putting the shorts on, but she could manage without a problem. When she went out of the fitting room to check how cute it actually was, 2 kids started playing with the water of the fountain, disrupting the flow and splashing a little water on Kyra’s arm. Suddenly she felt her bladder muscles contract and a spurt escape.
“Oh no, not now! I haven’t bought these clothes yet” she thought, and hurried back into the fitting room as she slowly felt some more dribbling in her panties.
As she closed the curtain a little too quickly, she felt another big spurt escape. The curtain flew open on the other side now as it got warmer and warmer between her legs. She closed the curtain again and made sure it was closed this time, while she heard the first drops falling on the floor. After that she felt the dam burst. The clear, hissing sound she heard confirmed this; her bladder muscles had given up. She yanked the shorts down and squatted right there. Relief followed, as she peed forcibly through her pink panties onto the rug beneath her.
“What just happened?” she thought. “My wetting earlier today could have been prevented and would normally not have happened, but this is a real accident, is my bladder getting weaker?”
Then she looked down at her mess, and saw to her horror how much she damaged the non-purchased item; it was completely soaked between the legs and to the back. Her pink panties were obviously soaked as she had not removed them, and there was a big puddle on the ground; how was she going to get away with this? After that she heard a familiar voice:
“Kyra, can you hurry, I really need the toilet now, let’s get going!”
Kyra thought quickly, and put the pair of shorts on the floor next to the puddle, got her grey skirt back on and stormed out, closing the curtain behind her to make sure it took a while before anyone found out.
“Yeah, let’s go” she said.
Outside the shop, Kyra told Shannon shamefully what had happened inside.
“Please don’t say anything about peeing, or I won’t make it either,” was all Shannon could answer.
“Do you know where the nearest public bathroom is around her?”
As both girls were new to the city, they had no idea where to look. Crisscrossing the city, Shannon suddenly doubled over.
“Fuck, I peed a little, but I’m under control, but I need a bathroom within 5 minutes.”
After she said this, the girls saw a younger girl, probably 13 years old, wearing a black skirt with white tights, yelling at her mom;
“I need to pee NOW, anywhere!”
“Sorry honey, but only restaurants and café’s have toilets here, and you have to order something there so you have to wait until we’re home” her mother replied.
“But I can’t hold it anymore,” she said, as she spread her legs.
Tears formed in her eyes and her face went red. Then suddenly a waterfall started, and a thick stream could be seen falling from under her skirt straight onto the ground, and the girl started crying loudly as the wetness spread through her tights towards her shoes. After seeing this, Shannon could not hold it anymore. She tried to get out of the main street, and ran into an alley where she stood still, peeing right through her panties. Kyra came up to her, and she saw the resemblance with the little girl on the street just 10 meters from there; she saw a girl standing with a straight stream of pee falling right from under her skirt, only she was 5 years older and not wearing tights, and there was a trail of pee leading to her.
“Let’s get out of here” was the first thing Shannon said, sobbing lightly, “the bus station is over there, so we don’t have to go back to the main street.”
They decided to go home to Kyra’s together. The bus ride was quiet as both girls were really embarrassed. They did not dare to talk. When they got home, Kyra gave Shannon a clean pair of black panties and a dark green skirt, and changed herself to another pink pair of panties with a pink pair of shorts over it. She washed both girls’ panties and skirts (as they both had not thought of protecting their skirts while sitting down on the bus ride) together with her other pair of panties and shorts from earlier that afternoon. She would not soon forget this day, be it because of the shame or because she has never before felt so good in her life. |
I haven't written anything for this story lately, and I decided to post the last part I already did. I hope I will continue soon.
Chapter five: A day in the life of Jenny
Jenny woke up with shock; she had overslept horribly! Her morning college had started over half an hour ago! She jumped out of bed, put on a blue pleaded skirt and white top and a pair of white socks and got her books from her desk. She stumbled a bit, and knocked over a chair. She was obviously still half sleeping as she walked out of her room and down the stairs. While drinking some liquid breakfast, she realized she forgot something; a spurt of pee passed her urethra into her panties, without warning. After that moment she suddenly felt how bad she had to pee, as another spurt escaped. She quickly put her glass away in order to hold herself, but the glass fell over and she was still too tired to hold her pee back; she barely felt herself losing control, but when she felt something wet dribbling down her legs faster and faster onto her socks and the floor, she knew what was happening. The dribbling went into a stream falling right through her panties. She started to feel the warm sensation between her legs she recognized clearly from her many encounters years ago. She could do nothing but stand there as it happened. Her socks got completely soaked and there was a huge puddle in the middle of the kitchen; she had wet herself, out of the blue. The part of her that was still asleep before had now woken up too; she saw what had happened and realized her stupidity from before as she had not kept to her own rule; ALWAYS use the bathroom as soon as you wake up!
There she stood, in a puddle in the middle of a kitchen shared with 6 other university students, where she had just wet herself like she was a girl in elementary school or, in her case, high school. She heard some noise from the stairs;
“Oh no, someone is coming” she thought.
She panicked, did not know what to do and ended up staying in the same place. The door swung open, and she saw a blonde girl in a pink top and white shorts walking in; her 20 year old housemate Cindy.
“Hey good morning, just woke up?” Cindy asked.
“W – w – why?” Jenny asked.
“Your hair is a mess, and you obviously spilled your breakfast” Cindy answered. “And,” she added, “always wear a bra under a white top.”
Jenny did not know what to say, and felt tears welling up; she started to cry a little.
“Hey, it’s not that bad” Cindy said, while walking around the big table between the two, “you can easily fix this in a few m- oh, I see” she said, as she noticed the puddle she was standing in.
“You wet yourself again? What is wrong with you! Are you doing this on purpose or are you secretly still a little child?”
Jenny started to sob and walked past Cindy as quickly as she could, leaving a trail of wet footsteps. She could not stop herself from crying and was too ashamed to see anyone.
“Jen, wait, I’m sorry, that was mean” Cindy tried, “don’t be mad!”
But Jenny walked right back up the stairs to her room, and was not planning on coming out anymore.
In her room she inspected the damage in front of her mirror; her grey panties were obviously soaked, but luckily the skirt she had put on in her haste was a rather short one, and it had stayed dry. She put her panties and socks in her washing bin, and sprung in her bed, crying and not trying to go to college anymore.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
“Can I come in please?” It was Cindy.
“Depends on what you want to say” Jenny said.
“I want to apologize, is that OK? I can say insensible things when I just woke up. I also cleaned up for you”
“Alright, come in”
After apologizing and talking about the cause of Jenny’s accident, Cindy felt really bad for her and decided she wanted to cheer her up. “Let’s go and get some ice cream and watch a movie together” she suggested. They agreed to skip college for today and take the bus to the city center to buy ice cream, but first Jenny put on a beautiful summer dress with flowers on it, with a clean pair of blue panties and no bra.
While searching for the perfect flavor Jen and Berrys*, Jenny noticed Cindy having trouble standing still.
“Could it be?” she thought, “Maybe I know the right punishment for calling me a little kid.”
She realized however it would probably not work, so she put the idea off her mind. She went over to the counter and tried to pay, but Cindy insisted on paying.
On the bus ride back home Cindy brought on the topic of Dennis.
“Hey, is there ever going to happen anything between you and Dennis?”
“I don’t know” Jenny said, thinking of the last time she spoke him. He knew she wet herself more than one time that day. What would he think of her, a girl who wets her panties and then walks around in them all day? He probably would not even like her anymore, so she tried to be evasive.
“I think, for the moment, I don’t see him as more than a friend actually” she said.
“For the moment, so you think that might change?”
“You can never know what the future brings, but for now nothing will happen anytime soon.”
“Let me know when your ‘soon’ ends” Cindy said, as she shifted her legs again.
The rest of the ride they talked about some basic stuff like how nice the weather is lately, and Cindy moved her legs every once in a while, but by the end of the journey she was constantly moving at least one of her legs, and she momentarily held herself. Jenny thought of her plan from earlier again, but she still did not think much of it.
“She will make it home and probably go to the toilet immediately, and I can’t stop that.”
Once home Cindy did not go to the toilet directly, but she started browsing movies to watch on her computer** and after a while she suggested a mediocre romantic comedy. “Perfect for eating ice cream” she said.
Cindy looked like she needed the toilet more and more, and after making sure everything was set up perfectly for a day of doing nothing constructive Jenny saw her make an attempt to go to the bathroom. She saw a small chance and acted immediately:
“And you, is there a boy you like?” she asked.
Cindy hesitated for a moment, probably because she wanted to go to the toilet, but Jenny saw her chance.
“Ha, you hesitated! Hesitation means yes, right? Tell me all about him! Or her, if you prefer it that way.”
“Nah, it’s nothing” Cindy said.
“It’s obviously something, and now you are obliged to tell me! Do I know this person?”
“Alright. Yes, you know him” Cindy admitted, while she sat herself on the couch next to Jenny. She pulled her legs up and put a blanket over her body, although it was too hot for that.
“Hmm… let me think… first question; does he live here?”
Immediately Cindy’s face grew red, and Jenny knew enough. Meanwhile, one of Cindy’s hands disappeared beneath the blanket to a suspicious place. She just used the blanket so she could hold herself secretly.
“Is it Liam?”
“No”
“Victor?”
Again, Cindy merely blushed.
“It’s Victor! Does he know? Does he like you?”
“I don’t know, I only recently have feelings for him” Cindy answered. She shifted a bit under her blanket, and her lower body was constantly moving up and down as discreetly as she could.
“Do you know what will work? Watching a romantic comedy now!” Jenny said, while she started the movie. She got the ice cream and 2 spoons, put the ice cream between them and gave Cindy one of the spoons. She saw how reluctant Cindy was to stay put, but she did not say anything.
“If she has to go, she can say that herself” Jenny thought.
Half an hour in the movie, Cindy let out a little moan and Jenny looked over to her. She saw her now obviously holding herself with both hands and constantly moving her legs.
“I’m sorry, but could we pause the movie for a moment?” Cindy asked.
“Why? I rather watch movies in one piece” Jenny said.
“Well, I need a … ” she hesitated, “stop.”
“Why would you need that?” Jenny said, knowing perfectly well what she meant.
“I need the bathroom, ok! And I need it badly!” she answered panicky, “Isn’t that obvious? I am losing control!”
“Alright, I’ll stop the movie for you” Jenny said, sounding annoyed, but she was happy. Her plan seemed to work.
Cindy got up and started walking as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast. Jenny paused the movie and followed her a moment after, to see what would happen but first she checked the couch; there was a small wet spot on it, but it could still be from sweat.
When Cindy came to the bathroom door, her whole body tensed a bit more. Then Jenny could see panic in her eye; the bathroom was in use!
“Please hurry, it’s an emergency!” Cindy said.
Jenny noticed Cindy’s shorts were already wet. So she spoke the truth when she said she was losing control! Between her legs, her loose shorts were see-through and you could see she wore a pair of white panties beneath it.
“Might take a while” a familiar male voice answered.
“Oh no, it’s Victor” Cindy whispered, “and I can’t hold it anymore, I have to go now.” Her eyes were welling up with tears. There were drops of pee rolling down her legs. She was slowly but constantly peeing herself now.
“Maybe you can make it to the yard” Jenny said as quiet as she could, feeling bad for her if Victor should see her like this.
“And pee in the yard? That’s gross!”
“At least you won’t wet yourself,” Jenny said, still whispering.
Tears started rolling down Cindy’s cheek, and with a small, high-pitched voice she said “it’s too late for that.”
Jenny looked down, and saw Cindy giving up. She removed her hands from her private parts and her legs were shaking. Almost immediately the see-through part of her shorts started to expand and her bladder exploded in her panties. A big waterfall emerged from the right leg of her shorts. She continued to pee like this for maybe half a minute, after which the stream slowed down.
“I should have gone to the toilet this morning” Cindy cried.
“Woa, was this the first time you peed today? I thought, especially after seeing me you would’ve gone to the toilet.”
“Every time I had the chance I thought I could hold it a little longer, and in the end I did not want to say anything during the movie” she explained, still crying.
“Come on, it doesn’t matter, it can happen to anyone. Just take a shower, and then you will be clean again. I will clean up for you here like you did for me this morning.”
When Cindy went up to her room to find some fresh clothes, Jenny cleaned up as fast as she could; at least Victor did not notice it when he came out of the toilet a minute later, though he must have heard her peeing.
“Hopefully he will not think badly of her now, that would partly be my fault,” Jenny thought.
Later in the afternoon, when everything was sorted out, they watched the rest of the movie in silence. By the end however, Jenny had fallen asleep because of the silence and because the movie was really boring. In her dreams, she relived a time when she was 14 and she wet herself in class. She was not allowed to go because it was the first class after recess and the teacher had the opinion she could have used the toilet easily and thought she wanted to get out of class. She stayed in the classroom until there was a little bit of wetness between her legs that was spreading towards her butt. When she felt that, she got up and ran to the toilet, but she was too late anyway; she peed herself completely while running out of the room and made a trail of pee towards the bathroom. In the bathroom she stood crying, and from the stalls someone called her name.
“Jen, stop it! Hold it in!”
“Who are you?” Jenny asked.
“I’m Cindy, wake up!”
Suddenly she realized: she was watching a movie before!
When she woke up, she was still peeing. She sprang up, but the peeing did not stop. The back of her dress was completely soaked and clenched to her butt and lower back, while she still stood peeing in front of the couch. Then she saw the worst consequence; the couch was drenched in her pee where she sat! There was a puddle slowly descending into the fabric.
“Jen, what have you done?” Cindy said.
“I, I… I was dreaming about a time I wet myself and…” she started crying. She had ruined the couch of the whole house! Everyone would find out about this! How was she going to handle this? Then she turned around and saw a girl she did not know in a white top with a dark green skirt she recognized to be Kyra’s staring at her with big eyes. Behind her Kyra appeared in the door opening wearing a black top with a pink pair of shorts, saw what had happened and after a few moments of confusion she pulled the other girl away, leaving Jenny even more ashamed.
* Product names not based on real products. Any similarity with existing brands is completely coincidental.
** I do not promote piracy in any way. There were no films downloaded illegally in order to produce this story. |
This story is about Sesshoumaru from 'Inuyasha.' I wrote this because I've always dreamed of seeing the demon lord in such a situation but I could never find anything online. I decided to write one myself and it was sooooo hard. I can see why no one did it before because trying to keep Sessh is character while desperate to pee is impossible, which is why this is mostly from Rin's POV. Anyway, this is my very first Omo story, so I hope it's not too bad. Enjoy.
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As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.
It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.
He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.
Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he followed it, it became apparent that the evidence of the vile half-demon's presence would not simply disappear like usual. Therefore, tracking the scum who had dared touch what was his (Rin) and make the preposterous assumption that he could absorb this Sesshoumaru was made top priority.
Now, much can be said about Rin. She's exuberant, energetic, and quite the talkative child. Little known to most though, she was very observant.
Rin always kept close watch on her lord, because she idolized him for his strength and general perfection, but most of all his gait. Her lord walked with such a confidence that she could only dream of having.
Young Rin was very, very confused when one day she saw an abnormality in Sesshoumaru-sama's stride. The dog-demon lord had twisted his left leg inward slightly before continuing on as he normally would. She wouldn't have even noticed it if a butterfly that she'd been fascinated with hadn't briefly fluttered around his ankles.
And this was only the beginning.
The next day Lord Sesshoumaru had permitted them to pause for a short rest so that Rin could search for some food. She had walked up to her lord with the intent of asking him to point her in the right direction of where berries might be located, only to be caught mystified.
Her lord, who had perhaps not noticed her, was subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. This would be a sign of anxiousness in anyone else, but since Sesshoumaru never got anxious, she could not comprehend his reasoning.
"Lord Sesshoumaru?" She called unsurely.
The shifting stopped abruptly, though she did notice him clench his fist for a moment. "What is it, Rin?" He asked her, nothing in his deadpanned tone suggesting that there was anything out of the ordinary going on with him.
"Would my lord please point out the direction of where Rin may find some berries?" She requested with a sweet smile, figuring that she was just being paranoid and that her lord was perfectly fine.
Sesshoumaru arched his head toward where the scent of fruit wafted through his nose, and Rin got the hint. She started to skip away, almost disappearing from sight before she realized she had neglected to thank her lord for his assistance. She turned back around with the intent of doing just that, but the words never made it out of her mouth.
Sesshoumaru had resumed his shifting, only more fervently this time. Where before he had been just shifting his weight, now he actually lifted his foot off the ground a whole inch and placed it back down before quickly copying the action with his other.
Something was definitely wrong with her lord.
Rin resumed her task of berry finding, not wanting to be caught watching something Sesshoumaru-sama clearly didn't want her to witness. She hoped he wasn't ill, and resolved to watch him even more closely from now on.
Nothing eventful had gone on for the rest of that day. Lord Sesshoumaru did not act at all out of character while they were walking, and when night came upon them Rin was far too tired to stay up and observe her lord.
It was the next night that Rin came to a stunning insight about her Sesshoumaru-sama.
Aside from the first day when she became aware that Lord Sesshoumaru was acting strangely, Rin had never seen him display this strangeness while walking. It was when he was standing still that it was glaringly obvious –at least to her since Jaken didn't seem to notice a thing- that something was not right.
The sky had darkened so they were stopping for the night. Rin lounged against Ah-Un next to the slumbering Jaken as she feigned sleep. She knew how sharp her lord's senses were, so she had perfected the art of slowing her breathing as well as her heartbeat in order to fool him.
She watched with half-lidded eyes as Sesshoumaru paced around the camp, his mouth set in a deep frown as opposed to the blank expression he usually wore. He would pause occasionally for a few seconds, then start to shift from foot to foot. Then he would start up with his pacing again.
The word anxious crossed her mind once more, but this time she immediately ruled it out. She decided to approach this situation as if Sesshoumaru wasn't the almighty perfect being that he was, and pretend he was a normal individual.
Rin giggled mentally. If that were the case, she would just think that Sesshoumaru-sama had to pee really bad.
Her thoughts froze in their tracks.
Was it… possible? Logically, she knew all living creatures urinated, demons included. Still, it never crossed her mind that her lord might have this same natural bodily function.
If her lord did have to pee, then that would mean he'd been holding it in for days, since she only noticed his odd movements about three days earlier. She supposed it made sense. She knew Jaken only went every other day, and Ah-Un once a week. Since Sesshoumaru was so great, she bet he could hold it for months if he wanted!
So… for him to have to go so badly it had to have been quite a while since he'd last gone. If her guess was right, she wondered why he didn't just go in the forest.
She continued to monitor her lord as his pacing became more insistent until he was virtually marching back and forth across the camp, bending the tiniest bit at the waist.
After an hour of this, Rin began to feel herself falling asleep. Her last thought before she slipped into the realm of dreams was that she had to find a way to assist her lord with his problem.
The next morning the group was attacked by a very low level demon. Sesshoumaru had no issue in dispatching it easily, however it was decided that the stop would be utilized as a quick break for Rin, Jaken, and Ah-Un to rest their legs.
Jaken had busied himself by practicing with his staff, paying no mind to anything going on with the rest of his company as he tried to perfect what little skill he had with the gifted weapon. He did not want to disappoint his lord by making a mockery of his trust to be useful.
Ah-Un lay down on the soft grass to relax, while Rin climbed on top of him, petting the two heads affectionately while at the same time gazing at her lord out of the corner of her eye.
If she'd had any doubt in her theory before, Rin was now positive that Sesshoumaru-sama was in desperate need of relief.
Forced to stand in one place so as not to bring attention to himself, Sesshoumaru's shifting had now escalated to a bit of dancing. He had lifted his right knee and then quickly let it drop to the ground; he did the same with his left, alternating and probably unknowingly swaying from side to side. His expression was not quite a grimace, but his eyebrows were furrowed and his frown had deepened.
Rin's eyebrows shot up and disappeared into her hairline when Sesshoumaru placed both feet on the ground and gave a little hop with his eyes shut tightly, then returned to his milder dancing.
Had she really just witnessed it? Rin could not believe her eyes. Oh, her poor lord had to be in agony. Why didn't he just go relieve himself? If it was privacy he wanted there was an entire wooded area behind him.
Then Rin had a thought, and decided to test it. Sliding off of Ah-Un, she ambled up to her squirming lord, going unnoticed with his focus so centered on his dilemma. "Are you well, my lord?" She asked softly.
The dancing immediately stopped, just as she figured it would. Only this time, Sesshoumaru could not last more than ten seconds being completely immobile before he had to tap his left foot continuously on the ground just to keep the rest of his body still. Rin pretended not to notice, though she saw the tiniest bit of pink seep into her lord's cheeks when it became obvious his control was slipping. She was correct then; her lord was embarrassed.
He did not answer right away (not that he usually did, but it was still more hesitant than one of his usual responses). "I am fine, Rin," was all he said. As if to prove this his forced his leg to stop moving and stood perfectly still for several seconds, until he had to rock backwards on his heels and clench his fist at his side.
Rin was unsure how to rectify her Lord's situation. If he was simply embarrassed about them knowing he had to go, why not sneak off when they were all sleeping? It's not as if they would be left without protection since he didn't have to go very far. Plus, Ah-Un's senses were keen and the two-headed dragon would protect her and Jaken if their lord was unable to do so.
She left her lord alone at this point, busying herself with picking flowers and giving him the freedom to squirm and dance as much as he wished.
When night fell, Rin began to think that her lord was just being ridiculous, something she never would've dared thought in the past.
Sesshoumaru-sama was now hopping desperately from foot to foot, completely unbidden now that he believed all his charges to be asleep. He paced, he stomped, he squirmed, and he bounced. He had yet to reach down and actually hold himself, but judging by how frenzied his movements had become she thought it wouldn't be long now.
Ah-Un shifted as he awoke from the feeling of the ground beneath him vibrating from all the motion. Rin could not feel it since she was human, and Jaken could not feel it because his senses weren't as sharp as the dragon's, which was why the toad remained asleep.
It became apparent to Rin that pretending to sleep was no longer necessary. Sesshoumaru was too frantic to notice someone in his camp had woken up and was now staring at him in amusement, so Rin allowed herself to sit up a little and pet the dragon.
Ah-Un gave a very low growl of pleasure, which went unnoticed by their lord. Figuring that it was probably okay to speak as well as long as she whispered, Rin directed a question to the dragon she was leaning against.
"Ah-Un, has this happened to Lord Sesshoumaru before?" The dragon would know, as he'd been with their lord since before herself or even Jaken.
Ah-Un nodded, letting out what was probably a quiet chuckle, but sounded more like a gruff exhale of breath to her ears. Surprised at this information, Rin glanced back at her lord, then looked wide-eyed at the dragon.
"Often?" She squeaked, and received another nod of confirmation. "So how does he fix it?"
Since the only one who could understand the dragon's actual speech was Sesshoumaru, Rin had to make guesses at what the dragon was trying to tell her.
Ah-Un was a very intelligent being, not to mention quite the artist. With one of his claws he drew a cartoonish looking castle in the dirt as his answer. Rin studied it uncomprehendingly, before venturing a guess. "He goes back to the palace?" Another nod, and Rin couldn't resist the urge to touch forehead to her palm and shake her head at her lord's immaturity.
Embarrassed as he may have been, Rin now knew the real problem. Sesshoumaru was the Lord of the Western Lands, and having been brought up by noble standards the dog-demon probably thought it uncouth to relieve himself in the wilderness like the rest of them did without a problem.
Curiosity piqued, Rin asked another question, "How much longer will he be able to hold it?" She asked this because looking at him now, holding tightly to the trunk of a tree with his only hand and jumping up and down with his legs tightly clenched together while grinding his teeth audibly (the sight was actually a little funny, but she would feel bad if she laughed at him) she didn't think it could be too much longer.
Ah-Un drew a single line in the dirt, and Rin immediately knew what that meant. "One?" She asked for confirmation, which she received. "One week?" Shaking heads. "One day?" Nodding.
Rin chewed her lip worriedly; the palace was probably at least a week and a half's travel away, not to mention the fact that her lord was apparently dead set on tailing Naraku despite his body's needs, so they were going almost in the opposite direction of home.
"What should we do?" She asked the two-headed dragon, who shook it's heads slowly. "Nothing?" She asked in an incredulous whisper. She got an affirmative response, and when she was about to protest on her lord's behalf, Ah-Un began drawing again.
He drew a cartoon version of their lord's head; she could tell it was him because of the pointy ears and the jagged lines on his cheeks that represented his demonic markings. The expression was blank, just like how Sesshoumaru's normally was.
Then, he drew their lord again, only this time the expression seemed to show him as being a little …she wanted to say embarrassed, but she had already seen his face when embarrassed and this wasn't quite it.
She thought he looked a bit… "Humbled," she said out loud, and Ah-Un nodded eagerly letting her know that was the correct word he'd been trying to convey.
So the dragon thought Sesshoumaru-sama could use this as a humbling experience? Well, her lord could be a tad bit uptight sometimes.
Rin decided to get some rest, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Lord Sesshoumaru quietly groaning as he hobbled around.
The next day, Rin and Ah-Un watched Sesshoumaru like hawks while Jaken remained just as oblivious as ever. Rin didn't know how the retainer hadn't noticed, since the demon lord had resorted to bending forward at the waist and shuffling as he walked.
As the day wore on, it was obvious that what Ah-Un said was true. At one point while they were walking their lord had to crouch down and bounce lightly before being able to stand back up. He had glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone had noticed, but Ah-Un had already adjusted his gaze to the ground and Rin acted as if she were looking around, indulging in the beauty of nature.
Breaks seemed to be torturous for Sesshoumaru, as he was unable to neither walk around nor stand even the least bit still. He mostly just hopped up in down or did a sort of running in place motion. As Rin predicted, toward the end of one of their breaks Lord Sesshoumaru was forced to hold himself with his hand and kneel down, bouncing on his legs for a few seconds before being able to release himself.
Rin felt very sorry for her lord, especially when she went behind some bushes for a bathroom break, but he needed to learn not to be so stubborn.
It was time to stop for the evening once again, and this time they were near a hot spring, which meant Rin would take a bath before going to sleep.
The spring was out of the immediate view of their camp, so Rin would need to be accompanied to assure her safety. Ah-Un and Jaken were already tuckered out and snoozing away, so that left Sesshoumaru.
It wasn't unusual that Sesshoumaru would find some rock to sit on so that he was nearby but giving her privacy by not looking at her while she bathed. However, it seemed that this would be an issue for him tonight.
As Rin scrubbed the grime of travel from her body and hair, she secretly watched her lord's struggle with himself. He was doing a new form of movement Rin had never seen before, partly because she hadn't seen him sit down when desperate. He was now fanning his legs in an open and close motion, his eyes shut tightly and cheeks pinker then she'd ever seen them. He was growling to himself very quietly; so quietly she could barely hear the rumbling sounds.
His legs suddenly slammed shut and he remained still for a moment, staring down at his lap. Rin feared the worst, but was disproven when he started jiggling his knees up and down.
Rin began splashing around in the spring, throwing water above her head and giggling to herself. It wasn't often that she had the chance to take a nice bath rather than washing herself up in a river, so she planned to enjoy it.
The splashing earned a glance from Lord Sesshoumaru, who was checking to be sure she wasn't drowning. A shudder passed through him when he looked directly out into the water for the first time, and he began to wriggle more persistently as he turned his head away.
Having had her fun in the water, Rin returned to observing her lord as she drifted aimlessly through the spring. She stopped when Sesshoumaru let out a sharp hiss and dug his hand into his crotch, raising his bottom briefly off the rock he had perched on before plopping back down, rocking back and forth and still holding himself.
Rin felt terrible for not being able to help her lord, but she knew he had put himself into this situation.
After ten minutes of rocking Sesshoumaru-sama hurriedly stood up on the rock, crossing one leg over the other tightly. He stayed this way for a while, then jumped off the rock and began to trek around the pool. Her lord's hakama were bright white in color, so Rin could clearly see the darkened patch on his rear that was probably about the size of his fist when he faced away from her. Sesshoumaru-sama had leaked, it seemed.
The growling had deepened, so he was obviously aware of and upset about his loss of control. Rin wondered what was going through her lord's mind, and hoped it was something along the lines of knowing his bladder's limits and not holding it in unnecessarily.
Rin was about to get out of the spring when she noticed Sesshoumaru bend forward, squeezing himself tightly and jumping up and down like a child. Rin swam to the edge of the pool closest to where he was, resting her arms in front of her and simply watching him now, no longer caring if he saw her.
Her lord switched to hopping from foot to foot while turning around in a circle, groaning and growling. Rin was struck with the want to giggle at seeing her strong Lord Sesshoumaru act so silly.
She held back a gasp when a short spray hit the earth until the dog demon managed to clamp it off, doubling his efforts and appearing right on the edge of losing all control. It would be clear to anyone, even the dense Jaken, that he was slowly wetting himself.
Rin sighed when the spurts became continuous and Sesshoumaru could no longer stop them no matter how he moved. In the end, her lord finally stood still with his legs slightly apart as what had to be buckets of urine poured out of him like a waterfall and soaked his clothing and boots.
It took a few minutes for him to finish, an Rin wondered just how long he'd been holding all of that.
From the tips of his ears, across his cheeks, and over the bridge of his nose there was a bright red blush on his face. She thought her lord looked a bit dejected as he stared down at his soiled hakama. When he finally raised his head his eyes widened minutely in shock when he noticed her looking right at him and realized she had witnessed his utter humiliation and disgrace.
He averted his gaze to the ground, something she'd never known her lord to do in any situation. His soft growling started up again, but this time Rin thought it had taken on a sad tone rather than one of frustration.
Knowing she had to help, Rin climbed out of the pool. She walked around the large puddle until she stood in arms reach of her lord and gently grasped his clawed hand in her small ones. He did not resist when she began leading him back toward the hot spring, only looking up when they entered the water. She offered him a calm smile and kept them going until they had reached the middle of the spring. Sesshoumaru's waist was completely submerged, and Rin had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to keep her head above the surface.
"See, Lord Sesshoumaru!" She said brightly. "Now no one will know!"
Realization quickly dawned on him, and Rin thought she saw a flash of gratitude in his deep golden gaze. He placed his heavy palm on her head and smoothed his fingers through her damp hair, and Rin knew she was being thanked.
Feeling playful all of a sudden, Rin dived beneath the water and swam away as quickly as she could. Indulging her, Sesshoumaru went after her; an impromptu game of water-tag was formed.
The growling that now reverberated through the spring was one of lighthearted excitement.
Edited April 24, 2012 by SeBriar
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