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News of the armed robbery at the bank spread quickly. Everyone at the bank was okay, albeit poorer; but the robbers were still at large, and they were armed.
The Police Chief called the Principle of the Hich School: "Lock 'em down, Charlie; don't let anyone in or out, until we nab these guys. In less than a minute, all students were out of the halls and in class somewhere, and all doors were locked. The precious students were safe; no armed robber would hurt them.
The afternoon wore on, with the robbers still at large, and the school still locked down. Here and there a student began to fidget, as nature began to assert its urgency down in the adolescent bladder. Hands were raised; requests were made and denied. No one was going anywhere -- not even to the bathroom -- not even if her panties were already damp.
Such was Kaylie's condition, trapped in the Chemistry Lab. Kaylie was headed for the girl's room, when the intercom came on, ordering everyone into the nearest classroom. Kaylie pushed through the nearest door -- the Chem. Lab -- not without regret that the lockdown had come five minutes later. Pressure was building down below.
Hour followed hour. Groups of students coelesced here and there, talking about the robbery, the lockdown, the injustice of the whole system, and the urge to pee. Kaylie wasn't at all sure that talking about being desperate to pee did anything to relieve desperation; but since the desperate can think only of their desperation -- and Kaylie was desperate -- she might as well join the discussion of the common misery.
"I'm going to pee my pants any minute," moaned Kaylie, holding his crotch and squeezing her legs together. "Ooooo."
"You girls are lucky," returned Lloyd. "You have to wear navy skirts. You can just pull your skirt out from under you, and pee your panties."
"Kaylie's been there and done that," piped up Emily. In fifth grade she used to sit back on the swing at recess and pee right through her panties on the ground." Kaylie's face turned bright red and she buried her face in her hands.
"Damn!" declared Lloyd, discustedly; I always miss the good stuff. You wouldn't do it again, would you, Kaylie?" Kaylie said nothing. "Well, I can always hope," concluded Lloyd; the day is long.
Little did Lloyd realize that the crotch of Kaylie's panties was already damp. Twice already she had squirted pee into the waiting cloth. Wetness made her that much more desperate. She could only hold so long."
Conversation lagged, as everyone focussed on his or her bladder. Then emily looked up and declared, "I smell pee. Somebody has already peed their pants a little." She glanced accusingly from Kaylie to Lloyd. "Spread your legs. Lloyd; let me see your crotch. I bet it's wet."
"I can't spread my legs, and I'm not wet," claimed Lloyd, defensively. "It's one of you girls."
"It's not me," said Emily, emphatically. "Kaylie, fess up. You've peed your panties, haven't you?"
"The accusation provoked another squirt of pee." Kaylie could no longer deny reality. Silently she shook her head in the affirmative.
"I knew it!" crowed Emily; "Kaylie's peed her panties. Several near-by students turned their heads and looked at Kaylee. No one laughed or teased, however; Kaylie was not the only one with damp underpants.
"Look," put in Mr. Rosecrest, the Chemistry Sister; "I know some of you are desperate to use the bathroom. I can't let you out of the room to go; sorry. Anyone who wants to go in the waste basket is welcome to do so. Let's everyone turn their shairs the other way."
A scraping of chairs was punctuated by low moans and one four-letter word. "That does it for me," declared Tony, standing carefully and waddlign toward the waste basket with both hands between his legs. A zipper unzipper and almost immediately the metallic roar of a hard stream of male urine striking the side of a metal trash can filled the room.
"Damn," murmured Lloyd; " couldn't you pee a little louder?" Then, "O no." Lloyd squeezed his hands between his legs until his whole body shook with the strain. Then he relaxed, just a little; but a little dark stain had appeared in the crotch of his tan trousers.
"Attaboy, Lloyd," taunted Emily; "the big boy pees his pants." Lloyd just hung his head.
Fearfully, Kaylie scooted her chair closer to lloyd. All movement was dangerous. "Just go in the trash can," said Laylie; "We won't look."
"I can't Kaylie," returned Lloyd almost in tears, "I'm bladder-shy. I can't go with anyone in the room -- not even within hearing."
"Give it a try," encouraged Kaylie; it's your only hope.
Lloyd felt his wet crotch; Kaylie was right. One way or another, Lloyd was only minutes from peeing -- either in the trash can or in his pants. "I will, if you go first," said Lloyd.
"I can't pull my panties down and pee in a trash can," objected Kaylie; "I'm a girl."
"Sure you can." Now Lloyd was the encourager. Just pee through your panties; they're already wet, and your skirt will hide everything."
Of course Lloyd was right, on all counts. Trembling slightly, Kaylie stood and tip-toed to the trash can. She spread her skirt around the can and sat down. A tell-tale hiss mdeasured the better part of a minute before subsiding. "Way to go, girl," said Lloyd to himself. But now it was his turn.
As Kaylie rose from the trash can, Lloyd stood at his desk. Kaylie smiled weakly. Lloyd tried, unsiccessfully to smile back. He stepped up to the trash can, unzipped and pulled out. He tried to relax; nothing. He strained until he was trembling with effort; no go.
"Hey, old boy, pee or get away from the trash can," piped up a male voice from across the room. "Some of the rest of us need the facilities."
With one last strain, Lloyd pulled in and zipped up. That's when nature took over. In the privacy of his pants, Lloyd peed; he couldn't help it. He'd strained too hard; he had to let go. He just couldn't in public.
Pee ran out of Lloyd's left pant leg, filled his shoe and puddled on the floor. "Geeze Louise, lloyd; "can't you hit something as big as a trash can?" That male voice again; but no one snickered.
Lloyd sat down and put his head in his hands. Kaylie reached out a comforting arm. "It's okay, Lloyd; my panties are just as wet as your trousers," soothed Kaylie.
Lloyd looked up. "Great!" he replied to Kaylie; "Then let me borrow your nice dry skirt."
The ludicrous image hung between them. Kaylie and Lloyd both laughed. "At least it wasn't number two," suggested Lloyd. Kaylie giggled. |
Note: Contains both Omorashi, sissy, diaper, and messing themes. Story concept by Sonicmixer. Don't take any of this too seriously, it's a bit of a gag story.
Matt got done with his workout a little before lunchtime, feeling on top of the world. His muscles were a little sore, and he needed the loo, but other than that he felt great. He had benched pressed a new record, (160 pounds,) and ran three miles in half an hour, so he was confident.
Laying out his clothes, he stepped into the gym shower to get the sweat washed off. The hot steam filled the room, making it difficult to see, as he stepped in. Scrub scrub, wipe wipe, wash wash, he was done in less than five minutes. However, upon exiting the shower he found his clothes were gone, his towel missing, and all of his possessions gone. However, upon looking out of the room, he saw nobody else there, and a large package on the ground with this written on the top:
1911 Wallaby St, 65982, apartment 2A, Chicago. URGENT! Arrive immediately.
Pulling the package in, Matt opened it up. To his surprise, it was a large pink dress with writing on the front that he didn’t bother to read, a bonnet, stockings, socks, white Mary Janes, and - most strange of all, a large thick white diaper and a pair of plastic pants with an odd snap on the back. Matt was confused, but looking at the box again, he realized what it meant. He didn’t know who it was from, or why, but it was his mission. After all, when he joined the Pen 15 team, they told him his missions would come un-expectedly, out of the blue, and with little explanation.
Determined, he realized he now had to figure out how to put on the outfit. First he tried just pulling on the diaper, but it was clearly tape on, something he hadn’t done in a while. It took a few tries, but he got it on snugly around his waist, though it was a bit high up and a little too tight. Next the plastic pants, they just pulled on easily. However, once he did, the odd snap make a click sound, and when he tried to pull them down he realized the plastic pants were stuck on there. But, it was part of the mission.
The rest of the clothes were easier, though the dress was a bit awkward. He also finally decided to read the writing on it, and saw it said, “Love my diapers,” in childish text. But it was part of the mission. He pulled it on, now dressed for action. Next, he had to get to Chicago.
It was a hundred and six mile drive, but the first part was getting home. He had walked, since the gym was only a mile away. Normally he would have paled at wearing something like this in public, but, like always: Part of the mission. So, taking a deep breath, he walked out into the street, and to his house. Fingers were pointed, children laughed, but he didn’t care: He was doing his job, fulfilling his loyal duty. So, with half a pack of cigarettes and an old pair of sunglasses, he began the drive.
The first hitch came up after half an hour, when the need to pee returned. He couldn’t find a rest stop, it would have been worthless with the diaper permanently fixed around his waist until he got the plastic pants unlocked. He also didn’t want to use the diaper, but if he had too he would. The twinges and tweaks of his bladder grew constantly stronger as he drove, increasing in pain and pressure, until finally he couldn’t take it any more. A slow leak started uncontrollably, and Matt decided it was time to give in.
Letting go, the diaper was quickly flooded. A steady stream poured in, as the flowers on the front of the diaper faded away, replaced with a yellow stain. But there was nothing for it, he had to finish the mission.
Making it to Chicago, he had another problem: His car was out of gas, he had no money, and he had to get to the house. On top of it all, the other half of his toilet issue had returned, and the diaper was still un-removable. So, unphased, he began walking the streets of Chicago to look for the right building. Every step reminded him of the mass in his bowels, aching to get out. After five minutes, though, he realized something: The mission required him to wear diapers. Therefore, the mission wanted him to use diapers. With that realization, now, he had no qualms about what he did next.
Crouching over slightly in the middle of a busy sidewalk, Matt made a small face, forcing the mess into the back of his diaper. He was already getting a dozen strange looks a second, this doubled that when the odor started to drift away. There was no hiding what he had done, after all the diaper poking out from the short dress was clearly visible. But he didn’t care, it was for the mission.
It was also the strangest ‘Disturbing the peace’ call that Officer Smith had ever had to handle, tackling and pinning down the frilly pink, stinky, diaper-wearing cross dresser after he tried to flee, pepper spraying him in the face, and then leaving him to stew in his own (literal) juices for an hour in the back of a police car, then another twelve hours in a jail cell, until he was found to be a little bit crazy, and dumber then a sack of bricks, as was the official jurisdiction.
The next day, Michael Smith of Mike’s Gym and Body work called up his girlfriend. He was an un-ashamed infantialist, as was his long distance girlfriend. “Hey, sweetie, you get my package?” he asked. “I am coming to visit tomorrow, I thought it would be so sweet if you were wearing that when I got there.”
“No, what package?”
Edited August 27, 2012 by livingbylies
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Chapter three: first day of lessons
Waking up wasn't a hard routine with Severus Snape as a father I was use to a hard schedule and I had a bad feeling this would be the only easy thing for me today, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing my teeth memories from last night suddenly flooded my mind.
'the sorting, the speeches the constant uncomfortable feeling I could no longer bear, everyone eyeing me as I got up from the table and ran from the great hall, barely making it to the bathrooms on time, feeling exhausted and in slight pain from the exertion then finally leaving the bathroom and walking dead on into my father, a serious look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. He was mad. Looking him in the eye I dared him to start yelling, well yelling being an exaggeration, raising his voice was a better way of putting it. Waiting for the onslaught, however the conversation started calmly. "Kayley, just what do you think your doing, noone is permitted to leave the sorting meal unless there is an absolute reason" staying calm myself I look him in the eye and tell a little lie although right now I thought I might be. "I am sorry Dad but I had no choice, I couldn't stand it any longer, I was so nervous tonight my whole body was in overdrive, I really needed to use the bathroom which I was hanging on for until we were released for the evening but I also felt sick and my tummy started clenching I knew I had to get out of there unless I wanted to disgrace myself in front of the whole school" I stood waiting for his reaction which clearly he was contemplating, his face slowly and very slowly went from anger to blankness and finally to concern, I was never sick well never may not be true but very rarely, he knew my bladder would get over-active when I was nervous or scared but he never knew me to be ill over it. In the end, he just nodded to me leading me back to the great hall to face the anger of all the other teacher's'
I groaned to myself wondering why I couldn't have just sucked it up and pushed through my personal torture, instead I ended up with detention tonight with two of the staff, I signed thinking it was only my first day and already I was in trouble, I finished my morning routines and headed up to breakfast and to receive my timetable for the year.
Breakfast was unusually noisy compared to what I was used to, I sat looking at my timetable which I had just received while nibbling on some toast, today would be a bummer, to start double potions with Dad, then double Transfiguration with Sirius Black and to end the day Defence Against the Dart Arts with Remus Lupin. I sighed packing my timetable in my bag and finishing my breakfast.
Standing in the dungeons I didn't feel uncomfortable after all I had spent most of my life down here which thinking about it now was a really sad thing to think. The door to the classroom opened directly on the bell for the start of class, I suddenly felt a spike of nerves and wished I hadn't, I didn't know why but just the thought of being nervous with my Dad teaching me made me a little scared too. I took my seat and waited for instruction.
I had seen the strict side to my Dad growing up but Severus Snape strict Dad was completely different to Severus Snape strict teacher, so many rules, No messing about in class, No talking unless your told you can, No getting up without permission and the most stressed rule NO leaving during a lesson unless the reason is absolute. All through the stressing of that rule I could feel my bladder twinging in protest the whole time, putting it to the back of my mind and hoping I could last the three hours concentrated on the task set, which was one copying the rules off the board and writing all the potions ingredients listed on the board and it properties in the front of out books. The rules were no problem writing down and I had got half way through the ingredients list when I felt a different sort of twinge in my tummy which I didn't recognise, admittedly I did still feel a little sick but I knew it wasn't that, ignoring that too I carry writing but a little slower than normal due to actually feeling unwell. As I'm writing I open up my mind to my father, but before I even send a silent message he can feel me and immediately sends ' you should be working young lady' feeling gob-smacked I start to withdraw but suddenly feeling a sickening cramp I stay just slightly 'Did you need something Kayley?' Looking up from my work I see him watching me 'Your pale' without thinking I look down at myself then feeling stupid I look back to him I reply 'My tummy is hurting' For just a second you could see the concern on his face 'Do you need to use the toilet?' I look back down at my work and continue writing while reply 'I went before class' I shift slightly as pain spikes in my tummy and I can't help thinking I need to get out of here. "Miss Snape my office please now" I leave my desk and enter my Dad's office a little unwillingly. Staying stood and a little shifty, he floo's Poppy Pomfrey the school nurse who immediately steps out of the fireplace, walking over to me she leans her hand on my forehead and smiles at me. "Hey there Sweetie, can you tell me where it hurts?" In response I just place my hand over the lower right side of my tummy which in response my bladder spikes again rather urgently, leaning up to the nurse in question I whisper in her ear "I really need a wee too" She nods knowingly and summons a sample jar. Looking to Dad she speaks to him.
"Severus can you please give your daughter permission to give me a urine sample, from where the pain is I think it could just be a water infection which we could clear up in no time but I'll need a sample to confirm the diagnosis" Nodding to her in response, the concern visible on his face now, he looks toward me and walks over saying as he comes to a stop in front of me "Kayley do you think you can give Poppy a wee sample for me, it may help her to make you better" I nod to him, tears forming in my eyes, I took the sample jar from Poppy and went to the bathroom in the office. Taking care to empty properly, I clean myself up and exit passing the sample back to Poppy who nodded and insisted she would return in five minuets. We both returned to class while we waited for the news, Poppy never returned and the end of class was soon upon us, everyone was dismissed but I lingered and when everyone was gone without even asking I went into the office bathroom and used the facilities, my tummy had started to hurt again a little while ago.
Break had been far too short and we were now in Transfigurations with Sirius Black. Wishing I could just curl up in bed I forced myself to pay attention to the lesson, I made it to two hours and fifteen minuets before I couldn't take the pain in my tummy any longer, approaching the teacher, I was so sure he would say no but seeing my expression upon waiting for him to ask me what I wanted, the first words however out of his mouth were "Do you need to leave the class" I just stay looking at him for a minuet before responding "Yes sir" He nods and hands me a bathroom pass which I take gratefully and rush from the room desperate for relief. Upon returning to class Professor Black looked relieved to see I now looked content again, I finished the class with no more problems until I was called to stay back a the end of class, It was now lunch time and I was really hoping to catch Poppy to find out what the problem was. I wait patiently while the classroom clears. Once the door closes, Sirius Black casts a privacy charm incase anyone was to come in. "Now Miss Snape, would you like to tell me why you waited so long to come to me in class today" Thinking of only one possible thing which actually was also the truth I respond "I'm sorry sir, I'm not used to it at the moment . . .. " out the corner of my eye I notice the door open and Professor Lupin enter the room but continue ". . . I saw Poppy this morning and she thinks I might have an infection which is making me need the bathroom a lot more, I really thought I could wait but then it started hurting, It won't happen again sir I promise" he gives me a sympathetic look replying "Well see that it doesn't please, when do you get your results?" feeling like a child again with these questions "I'm off to see Poppy for them when we are finished here sir" a pain in my tummy makes me give a grimace, Sirius Black takes down the privacy charm and says to me go on then please" I get off the table I had been sitting on and give a hiss of pain drawing the attention of them I bolt from the class before I'm kept any longer.
By the end of lunch I had my results, it was a quite nasty water infection with traces of blood in which would heal in no time now I had started the medication, not really feeling like going to the last class I drag myself to the bathroom for relief before the hour and a half lesson which I hoped would be no problem although my nerves were acting up again, Remus Lupin had heard the hiss of pain I gave at the beginning of lunch, I was given a Nurse's office pass and a Bathroom pass but I didn't want to use them in front of everyone. Taking my seat in DADA I really felt uncomfortable which for me definitely was not good. Again as I feared my bladder pulsed inside of me after only half an hour of class still an hour to go, oh yeah and then two detentions on after the other fantastic. I felt tears prickly my eyes as the worst pain yet struck me, Poppy did say it was likely to get worse before it got better, I grit my teeth trough the pain and continued my work as best I could, after only another ten minuets I had stopped myself breathing some to ease the pain, I couldn't stay in this class, I now knew what the Nurse's pass was for, she thought I wouldn't make it through class, for just that alone I wanted to prove I could but the pain made me want to scream, getting up made the pain easier, maybe if I just asked to go to the bathroom it would help, walking up to the desk that sat at the front of the class, Remus Lupin greeted me with a smile as he usually did asking me "Hey Kayl, how can I help you today?" Ungritting my teeth and taking a slow breath I respond "Could I please go to the bathroom Professor?" I can see his brow wrinkle slightly and I bend sightly at the waist as the pain gets worse again I carefully cross my legs really hoping he will say yes. "Is it really necessary, class is nearly over after all" I grit my teeth again and ground out in response "Yes sir, it is really necessary" I can see he really doesn't look convinced which isn't helping my predicament at all, he studdies me carefully, neither of us saying a thing then it suddenly occurs to me, he's a wolf, his sense of smell is enhances, knowing if I let just a little out it would help the pain but for the most part he would only smell the blood, leaning further slightly putting extra pressure on my bladder, a few drops leak out easily, the pain worsened as I fort to keep it to just a few drops, I speak again "Sir please it is an emergency" by his expression I know he's smelt it and hands me a pass and to everyone's surprise I just disappear right from where I stood, blinking to the bathroom saved time, I tend to my bladder, the pain is still there but not as strong, I can cope with it, I blink the pass back to his desk as I blink straight to my seat finishing my work, I didn't stick around at the end of class but bolted for the dormitory to change, I put on my black button down corset dress with a purple lace cardigan, detention wasn't for an hour yet so I could be myself at least for now.
Time had really ticked by I just made it in time to get my next dose of medication, then unfortunately it was time to attend detention with Professor Black, not feeling too bad I by pass the toilets not realising now I would soon regret that move over the next three hours. The door was open upon my arrival and I tap twice drawing the attention of both Professors in the room, Professor Black indicates I take a seat, I do and wait but as I sit my bladder twinges and I curse under my breath causing them to look up and walk around the desk, I groan inwardly. I'm looking at Sirius "What was that?" his lips never moved, I look to Remus who is waiting for an answer "Nothing sir" I cross my legs under the table as Remus looks stern "Didn't sound like nothing" Looking down I just reply "Sorry Sir" another voice enters the conversation from the doorway "Sorry could I have a word with Kayley Please?" I knew that voice anywhere Dad. Sirius nods, I get up and come to the door "How are you feeling?" I look down "Fine" he clears his throat causing me to look up "I've spoken to Poppy" Looking to the sides the finally down I reply "It hurts but it's manageable but I forgot to use the bathroom and uh the pain caused me to curse when I sat down which is why I was getting questioned, I didn't mean to it just really hurt" I grimace as pain shoots I look to the side where both Remus and Sirius are watching me, I turn my head the other way, bathrooms, without a word I dart to the bathrooms to relieve myself of both my bladder and my stomach contents, I feel hot and I'm finding it hard to breath, the bathroom door opens and my Dad comes to me "It's ok Sweetie lets go take care of you, I'm picked up and taken to his chambers that's the last I remember as I rest my head on his shoulder, just enough time to think bloody brilliant first day! |
Stomach-ache
It was a Friday, I could finally rest a bit the weekend. The last lesson after lunch would be Potions with Professor Snape in the dungeons, probably the most hated class but at least it was the last one.
Breakfast today I just had a piece of dry toast and a glass of water, I had a bit of a stomach ache when I woke up and didn’t want to aggravate it any more than need be. Hermione and Ron noticed I wasn’t really myself but made sure I kept drinking so I didn’t dehydrate, Professor Lupin tried to keep me at break to find out what was wrong but I really needed the bathroom so I just told him that, he was reluctant to let me go but my stomach was hurting and I needed to go. When I finally got to the toilet and went about what I had to do. I should have gone to the infirmary right away but I felt a little embarrassed about having to see Madam Pomfrey about diarrhoea and it wasn’t so bad so I just went about life as normal and used the bathroom every chance I got so I never had an accident but at one point I thought I might have.
By the time lunch was here my stomach was hurting more and I didn’t want to have anything to eat really so I just had some dry crackers and some more water.
“Harry, are you alright?”
Hermione looked concerned and she was eyeing me carefully, I replied with
“I‘m fine, just a bit of an upset tummy that‘s all, it‘s nothing”
Hearing that she looked more concerned and I didn’t want to sit through a lecture
“Actually I‘m going to head to the bathroom before Potions, I‘ll see you there”
I left the great hall pretty quickly as I did really need to go but the downside, I ran straight into Snape, that was all I needed.
“AND, where do we think we are going so fast Potter?”
This was all I needed, I had to go and I had to go now, I wasn’t going to try and lie, I was just going to say it, I was bouncing on me feet where I did really have to go so bad as well
“I need to use the bathroom Professor!”
It was indeed evident that I needed to go
“Very well just don‘t be late to my class”
I took off as fast as I could up the stairs to the second floor, they were the closest but I still didn’t quite make it and I ended up using a few cleaning charms, I noticed by now that the pain had elevated and the diarrhoea had also got worse and I was starting to feel sick now but there was just 1 class left, I could get through that and then go to bed early.
Potions was a practical today and Ron let me pair with Hermione as they could both see that I was not myself in the slightest. By the time we had got to step 3 on the instructions the pain was getting hard to hide and I could feel another bathroom trip coming up but Snape never aloud students to be excused from class unless it was to go to the infirmary, that is exactly where I thought I should be heading, this wasn’t just a normal stomach ache any more, something else was wrong. All Hermione, Ron and Snape were watching me now, I could feel the sweat on my forehead and the pain was sure to be showing on my face by now, I hesitantly raised my hand, surprisingly Professor Snape got up from his desk and walked slowly to the back of the class, I had lowered my hand by now to hold my stomach, it was really hurting and I felt like I was going to be sick any minuet. Professor Snape comes up behind me, low in voice
“What is wrong, Mr. Potter?”
No one else apart from Hermione, Ron and sadly Malfoy heard what was being said
“I feel sick Professor”
I say just as quietly, there is none of his normal malice in his voice as he replies
“I think it‘s a little bit more than that, are you in pain at all?”
I’m not sure the word pain covered what I was feeling anymore now
“Yes, sir, my tummy sir.”
The only way I was getting my words out was through gritted teeth, I felt so sick now and that bathroom visit was becoming more urgent
“Wait here a moment.”
His voice was still soft, as he walked into his office, he instructed the class to start packing up, I was unaware at that time that Madam Pomfrey was on a compulsory course at St. Mungo’s for 2 weeks starting yesterday leaving Professor Snape in charge of the infirmary once again. He swiftly moved from his office and dismissed the class but Draco tried loitering a bit until Snape snapped at him
“What it is Draco?”
The blondes face was a picture, he looked like he had just been slapped
“I was going to ask if I could use your bathroom before I had to go please, sir?”
He sounded kind of desperate an I couldn’t help cry out as the pain surged to a huge burning level in the right side of my stomach making me try not to sick up on my desk. Professor Snape saw I was struggling and conjured a bowl so I could sick up in, I felt a little better after but the bathroom visit would need to be in the next 5 minuets at least. Draco had been let into Snape’s office to use his private bathroom, before quickly exiting the classroom with a mumbled
“Thank you sir.”
I was starting to feel a little light headed and the pain was surging, I could barely breath.
“Harry, where in your tummy is the pain?”
Did he just call me Harry? I move my hand over the section that has the most pain but as soon as he pressed slightly I sicked up again, I know he was just trying to feel the organs inside but my stomach rebelled and it’s contents wanted out, incidentally all over Professor Snape.
“I‘m sorry sir”
I felt I should apologise but I wasn’t sure how he would react, he didn’t seem angry
“It‘s ok Harry, your not the 1st student to have thrown up on me I dare say”
That was a bit of a surprised comment as I never really thought anyone would have the guts to sick up on Professor Snape but being sick myself now, I could see how easily it could happen, I could no longer keep the tears from falling down my face as Professor Snape conjured a stretcher and laid me on it, levitating me to the infirmary. I was settled into a bed all in the space of about 10 minuets and given a pain reliever which only took the edge of so I could once again contain my tears, my bladder as well as my bowel took the next moments to contract and I tried to hurry out of bed to get to the bathroom but once again I ran into Snape
“Harry! Please! stay in bed until I know why you are in so much pain.”
I couldn’t help it the pain in my bowel intensified and my bladder throbbed as I was put back to bed, I don’t know why I just let it happen I still needed to go really bad but felt the edges of my vision start to give into blackness.
The next thing I am aware is an even more intensified pain coming from my bowel and now actual pain in my bladder, I must have fallen asleep. I try to move but quickly realise a sticking charm has been cast to keep me in bed, I could feel tears well up in my eyes again, I couldn’t reach my wand to call for help all I could do was shout but it still took a few minuets for me to be heard by which time I had let a little out of both ends, I couldn’t help it, it hurt so much.
“Harry I need you to rest, the pain is obviously coming from an . . .”
I cut Professor Snape off before I completely lost control of everything
“I NEED to use the bathroom NOW, it‘s an emergency”
The urgency was pure in my voice, surely he wouldn’t make me stay here
“I‘ll get you a bottle, I can’t let you get up yet”
Bloody great but a bottle
“NO, Professor . . . . please I . . I can’t . . . . use just a bottle”
I feel very embarrassed but my pants were already stained by both needs and I could barely hold on, it hurt so much and I couldn’t contain my bowel properly at all anymore, I was slowly leaking onto the bed.
“Very well I shall return with a bedpan as well”
I didn’t really care I just wanted to stop using my pants as a toilet right now. True to his word Professor Snape returned with a bedpan and a bottle. He didn’t comment at the mess of my pants or the bed as he helped me get my pants down which I was grateful for but it was made worse when I accidentally weed on his hand, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the pain which was clear on my face.
“Harry, how long have you had diarrhoea?”
I knew this would come but I could feel relief on my bowel as I used the bedpan it wasn’t until Professor Snape also put in
“You can have your wee now Harry just please, try not to get my hand again”
I felt myself flush red when I realised what he ment I was still holding my bladder but I had weed on his hand, I realised I never replied to his question of the diarrhoea
“It started at break today Professor and I‘m sorry about your hand, I didn’t mean to”
“I know Harry that‘s why I didn’t mention it until then, why didn’t you come and see me at break, I was here.”
I didn’t really have an answer for that
“I . . . Uh . . . I thought that Madam Pomfrey was working and by the time I . . Uh . . Finished it was time for the next class”
Well it was true. The curtains were around my bed but I couldn’t help stiffen as the infirmary doors opened,
“It‘s ok, Kayley?”
Footsteps were getting louder
“Yes Professor?”
I relaxed slightly and weed on the his hand again, he didn’t say anything but I still felt like I could die of embarrassment.
“Could you analyse 2 samples for me this afternoon by dinner please?”
I was feeling a little better and I was staring to nearly be finished emptying my bowel, my bottom was actually getting quite sore now.
“I can Professor, could you please excuse me for 10 minuets before I start though?”
She kind of sounded like she had been crying
“I can, your excused, Harry, can I ask, have you ever had an operation?”
Operation? Why was he asking that? That I could remember, no.
“I don’t think so Professor, I think I‘m finished going now”
I sure as hell hoped I was finished, he moves the bottle and caps it, casting a refresh charm on his hands, I blush still embarrassed
“I‘m sorry about your hands Professor”
He just eyed me wearily and lifted his top on the right side as he speaks,
“It‘s not a problem, you‘re sure about no operations, you don’t have a scar like this?”
My bottom was starting to get really quite sore, in reply I just shake my head and lift my top showing no scar unlike he was showing me, scar.
“Ok Harry, that‘s fine, I want you to get some rest now, if you need the bathroom again please call me by pressing this button. I‘ll be back shortly”
I just nod, he had helped me off the bedpan and to lay down after helping me to clean up, he then waved his wand to open the curtains and levitated my . . Uh . . leavings to the office.
Later that evening the pain was increasing again suggesting that the pain reliever was wearing off as was the nausea reducer. I had also used the bedpan and the bottle 3 more times and had 2 accidents 1 of which while I was asleep waking up only when I felt the bed start to get very wet. Blood was taken for testing as were magical scans of my insides to try and find a reason as to why I was so ill, both Snape and Kayley had worked through dinner, Kayley doing most of the analysing while tending other patients so that Snape could concentrate on just me, Winchester was 1 patient and Wood came in shortly after feeling sick. At about 9:15 both Professor Snape and Kayley came over to my bed and explained what the tests had shown as well as what had to be done, it was appendicitis which had to be treated as soon as possible by surgical removal called an appendectomy which Snape would lead and with permission Kayley would assist, if I refused by the time I could get to St. Mungo’s for treatment my appendix could of burst and I could die. I didn’t know what to feel but I got a sudden shiver down my spine and grabbed the bottle Kayley had put in the holder so I didn’t wee on the bed again. I had to go. I never said anything until I was done and all I could reply with was a shaky sounding
“Ok”
I was then moved to a room in which I would be operated on and even though I had just been I felt the need to wee again but I also needed a poo now as well to make matter’s worse.
“Professor, I need to go again.”
I didn’t want to not say anything and then have another accident while being operated on.
“Kayley could you please fetch another bottle”
Snape looked towards me as if for confirmation that indeed I did need a poo as well, I nodded
“And a bedpan as well please”
Kayley left without a word and came back quickly, she assisted me with my needs, I was shy but I had to go and I could see Professor Snape was busy. After I had finished, granted my bottom was very sore by now and I laid down on my back ready to be put to sleep.
“Right Harry, I will cast a knock out charm so that I can cut you open and remove your appendix, Kayley will be helping with this by mainly keeping an eye that you are stable if at any point through the procedure you need the toilet please think that and she will relieve you magically, you will not feel any pain but you will still feel your bowels and bladder.”
At this I just nod, I want it over with but I hear words coming out of my mouth anyway, I wasn’t sure how
“You went through this sir?”
He looks towards me and then Kayley, replying softly
“I have, so has Kayley so we both know how you feel, you will also need to be in bed for at least a week so you can heal”
I nod again, I don’t feel as nervous now but a slight throbbing in my bladder makes me feel apprehensious, I cant need to go again already but I feel a surge of energy go through me and the throbbing stops, I look to Kayley as she holds her wand over me.
“It happens sometimes, I wet myself twice before I went under and that was with using the bathroom 1st so don‘t worry about anything”
I couldn’t help but smile, I suddenly felt very sleepy and my eyes drifted shut. Professor Snape was right I felt no pain, I could feel my bladder and my bowel, I could also hear and feel a wetness around me that I knew must be blood.
Halfway through I could hear Kayley getting shifty and I was feeling sick, very sick, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t sit up, I was scared, I felt a little tube placed at the side of my mouth and Kayley whispered by my left ear,
“You can be sick now, you wont choke”
I believed her but while I was worrying about that I never realised my bladder had overfilled again and I started weeing the bed as I did sick up and Kayley was concentrating on me not choking so once again I weed on Snape, all down his front this time though, I felt strangely relieved and Kayley said
“Sorry Severus, he never registered he had to, he was just panicking he was going to choke if he was sick.”
I was feeling too tired to care anymore and just let myself drift into a deep sleep.
I could feel myself drift into a lighter sleep and slowly wake up but I kept my eyes closed, I had no idea what time it was and I could no longer hear voices. I hoped that meant it was good, it would mean I was no longer being operated on, thank Merlin. As I lay there trying to make myself fall into a deep sleep again. Before I even have a chance to, I feel the uncomfortable urge to sick up, I breath in and out a few time but it does nothing to reduce the nausea. I knew I was going to sick up. It was just a matter of time, now or later?
“Mr. Potter?”
Professor Snape’s voice, he must know I’m awake, not wanting to make the nausea worse but not wanting to talk either, I slowly open my eyes.
“How are you feeling now Harry?”
He called me Harry again.
“I feel like I‘m going to sick up Professor”
He gave a sympathetic smile and called Kayley.
“That will be normal for a little while but it will subside before tonight so you can get a good night‘s rest”
Tonight? What did that mean it was night when they took me in to get my appendix out. I look slightly to the side and notice it is light out.
“How long have I been unconscious?”
“Just through the night but it did a lot of good, sleep can be the best medicine sometimes, I have no doubt that you probably need to use the facilities now but due to the stitches I cant even let you attempt to walk for at least 2 days from now, you will probably still have diarrhoea for a while but I can give you potions to help.”
I was feeling kind of better, Kayley had made me swallow some pink stuff that tasted a bit like mint, Anti-Nausea draft I assumed. Professor Snape was also right, I did need the bathroom although more for a wee than anything else.
“I do Professor, need the bathroom I mean”
He nodded his head slightly replying
“I‘ll be right back”
By the time he got back I realised I did need a poo as well but it wasn’t as pressing as it had felt yesterday, Kayley left treating other patients until she looked like she would pass out.
“Severus?”
She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth and Professor Snape turned to look at her as he was about to help me, I could wait a little longer but I really need a wee, she didn’t look good though so I stayed quiet while they talked.
“I‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to”
She actually looked horrified, but he calm
“It‘s ok Kayley, what is it? I need to help Harry”
She visible relaxed a bit before replying
“Sorry but I need to take a break, will that be ok or do you need me for something?”
He didn’t reply for a moment but eventually
“I could do with your help here but why do you wish to have a break if you don‘t mind saying?”
Kayley flushed a light pink before replying
“I need to use the bathroom, have a shower and I haven’t actually eaten anything since yesterday lunch Severus.”
I couldn’t wait for another second and hiss
“Sir?”
He looked toward me then replying to Kayley
“If you are not too desperate for the bathroom yourself could you please stay until I have finished helping Harry?”
I was holding myself now and that was the only reason that I hadn’t weed yet. Kayley gave a short nod before heading toward the office. I was now desperate for both and didn’t hang around once the curtains were pulled, this time however I made sure not to wee on Snape again. I finished and felt a lot better, sore but better.
“She called you Severus sir”
It was a statement but I wondered why really
“She did Harry, here students are not students but apprentices and patients, I have been calling you Harry and you didn’t make a comment”
I understood now, Kayley was the apprentice for the hospital wing.
“Does that mean she calls Madam Pomfrey by her given name as well? I did notice that sir but I didn’t really know how to respond to your change in . . Uh . . Attitude”
I felt like I was digging a hole to burry myself in
“She does, my attitude towards my students is very different towards my patients and apprentices as you may well have noticed, is there anything else you would like to know Harry?”
I considered asking a few things but knew time was a little short due to the fact Kayley was waiting on us so she could go
“How long will I have to stay here sir?”
It was actually nice here for once but the other patients would watch me and make me uneasy
“That will depend on your recovery, now I would say about a week and a half but if you show signs of healing faster then it could be shorter, now if there is nothing else Harry I really need to run to the loo myself before I relieve Kayley for the morning as it would be the only chance I may have and using the elimination charm all the time can be dangerous.”
I didn’t realise he had to go too but I should of guessed from his stance and body language
“Yes, Sorry sir”
I said feeling kind of guilty to have kept him
“Nothing to be sorry for Harry, I will check on you again after I have relieved Kayley and if you have more questions, you may ask, you may also call me Severus while you are here”
That answered another of my questions.
“Thank you . . . Severus”
I actually felt a strange sense of comfort while talking to Severus. He had left quickly after banishing the bedpan and bottle and headed straight for the patient toilets not even attempting to reach the staff toilets. He was quick and efficient, then went to relieve Kayley who darted from the hospital wing so fast if you hadn’t known she was there you wouldn’t think anyone else was. I fell asleep quite soon after Severus came to do one last check on me.
I awoke again some few hours later to the midday sun streaming through the window, Kayley was tending to Luke and Oliver was asleep so it was quite quiet. I didn’t like being in bed but I knew if I tried too much too early I would only be stuck in bed longer. I shifted slightly to become slightly more comfortable and I noticed the bed was wet, quite wet actually, I lift the covers slowly praying that it’s not what I think it is, to my horror I was sat in a red liquid, blood. I couldn’t feel any pain and on further inspection I could see myself that there was a stitch missing at the end.
“HELP!”
Despite the fact I knew what was wrong I couldn’t help but panic, both Severus and Kayley rush over to me and see the blood, it didn’t help much that I also felt sick.
“Harry, calm down I need to take a look at your tummy now.”
I calmed but felt sicker by the second, I pull up my top which is not a pretty sight, blood covering nearly most of it
“I‘m going to sick up”
I couldn’t help it there was so much blood, I clamped my hand over my mouth while Kayley fetched a bowl and Severus looked at my stomach.
It barely took 10 minuets to fix but I couldn’t help but feel as if when I moved it would happen again. Over the next 2 days I didn’t move unless absolutely necessary and the diarrhoea stopped thank Merlin. On day 3 I was aloud to get up for short times but I was very nervous and I still couldn’t walk all the way to the toilet and back so I was still using aids there. 7 days later everything had returned to normal and I was released from the infirmary to return to lessons as normal. |
The accident in the car.
I feel sick. We were in the car heading to Grimmauld Place, Harry was spending the summer with us this year and due to the fact we can’t apparate yet and all the luggage, Remus has got a car, I could kill him. From where we were it would be almost a 16 hour drive, splitting the driving so neither Sirius or Remus got too tired and hopefully with minimal stops. It felt like they were forgetting I was a girl who didn’t have a bladder of stone like them, Harry seemed quite quiet and distant which for him was a bit unusual.
I never questioned Harry but he was getting a little shifty and it was starting to get quite annoying, we had only been on the road a mere 2 hours and I could already feel the effects like it was 22. As sad as I was to admit it I needed a stop soon before I sicked up in the car. Only Remus knew I was travel sick so with him driving it would be easy to get a stop, unfortunately Sirius had taken the 1st quarter, there was no way I could wait another 2 hours, I also noticed Harry sneaking quick grabs in his groin area, he did look like he had to pee. “Hey, can we stop, like now?”
Remus gives me a concerned glance, he knew how sick I could get but also I really did need to pee at the moment.
“Not yet, 2 hours and we‘ll break”
I didn’t like Sirius’ reply and Harry looked kind of ticked as well.
“Sirius come on, please? I have to pee bad”
After I say that Harry jumps into the conversation with a quick
“Me too!”
Sirius glances back to Harry who was openly holding himself now and to me as I was trying to be subtle but not succeeding
“Fine, next stop is about 5 minuets”
He sighed and sounded angry, I felt bad.
‘Remus, how much time can you buy me?’
I had to know, I was going to be sick when we stopped I could feel it. ‘1o minuets tops, I’m guessing, how are you feeling cub?’
Totally crap, I couldn’t say that. ‘I really do have to pee bad and I think I’m going to sick up soon.’ I could see we were now pulling into a service station and could feel my bladder pulse inside me, I had to go.
“Hurry up!”
Both me and Harry practically screamed at Sirius making him jump slightly. ‘Let me know how much time you need cub.’ yeah I’ll keep that in mind when I’m sicking my guts out. We both practically ran to the bathrooms, Remus following.
I spent almost 15 minuets in the bathroom, taking care of my bladder 1st then my stomach which was rolling in every which way possible. I come out to Remus and Harry standing near the Ladies. As I move to go to the car Remus stops me “We have to wait for Sirius, he needed to use the bathroom after all.”
I could kill him, I still felt sick. Sirius then joins us and says.
“Right let’s get moving again.”
I swear I could hear Harry groan slightly, we all headed back to the car, only 2 more hours of Sirius’ driving then I won’t have to worry much for a while.
It was coming close to the switch, Harry was trying to sleep but kept turning quite pale when he did. It was nerve wrecking to say the least. Remus could barely cope with me sometimes, although so far I was fairing acceptingly well, I didn’t want them to know probably my most strongest weakness although I knew I didn’t have a choice it was becoming bad now, we had to stop now.
“Sirius?”
He glanced in his mirror.
“Stop the car”
Remus turned to look at me, he could now see the extend of my problem
“what, we only have like 10 minuets.”
The anger could be heard in his voice
“STOP THE CAR!!!”
I couldn’t help but yell I was going to sick up any second and I accidentally woke Harry up who looked a bit confused but at that there were no more questions, the car pulled to the shoulder. I opened my door and practically slid out of the car gasping the fresh air to try to feel better, Remus gets out and crouches down beside me rubbing my back while I try and delay the inevitable while I can hear Harry speaking to Sirius in the car.
“What‘s going on, if we keep stopping it‘s going to take longer.”
“I know Harry but I don’t think this is something to question, I think something maybe wrong and if it is we need to take that into account while driving.”
“wrong like what? And . . Uh . . Sirius? I have to wee again, I‘m really desperate”
I shut the conversation out, I don’t want to know what he thinks is wrong, despite all the drama I feel I can get back in the car without having lost anything in front of them, I still didn’t want them to know.
Remus is now driving and I lay my head on the window, the cool feels nice, its almost 2 an half hours since we last stopped, that’s not even half of our total drive. I felt a stop was needed but I just felt so tired, I knew that wasn’t good, it meant my sugars were low and probably needed to eat, the key to know is when I call Remus Dad, I am sick, and not just a little, I could feel my head start to spin slightly from the lack of food, I couldn’t hide a hypo or a hyper that would just be too dangerous, all it would take is 1 word.
“Dad!”
The car immediately slows and Remus turns to look for just a second taking in my pale complexion and my glassy eyes as well as the fact I called him dad. The 1 word left Harry and Sirius quite confused and Remus concerned as he pulls into a parking space at a services. Harry and Sirius stay watching as Remus comes round and takes my sugars which are lower than good but not low enough to be bad yet.
“Kayley how do you feel? Dizzy? Sick? Kayley look at me”
I try to focus but can’t get past the blurry figures, I could also feel a sharp pain in my abdomen and I whimper as it quite hurt. I could hear them all talking.
“What is going on?”
Seemed like Harry’s voice.
“As you know she is diabetic, her sugars are just a little low, she should be fine soon, she just has to eat.”
I hoped I’d be fine but I just felt so sick and I couldn’t help catch Remus as I went to sick up on the concrete. All I can do is mumble a quiet
“ ‘M sorry”
I felt like a total idiot, I may as well have said stand still I need to sick up.
“It‘s ok Kayley, it‘s not a problem we can sort that out, let‘s get you some food, stable you out a bit hey?”
I really didn’t want to eat it would just make me more sick when I get back in the car again
“ ‘M not hungry”
I knew it was useless
“I don’t care, I don’t want you in hospital over the holidays now come on ”
He was dragging me across the car park as Harry an Sirius followed unsure of how to react but they too were hungry.
“ ‘M have to pee”
I mumble quietly to no-one inperticular
“well I saw that 1 coming, come on”
Great, now I was going to have to pee in front of him, get it together Lupin!
“I can pee on my own”
Harry and Sirius slightly laughed at this until I glared at them.
“I‘m sure you can but I‘m not taking any chances, get in there”
To everyone’s surprise he pushes me into the Ladies and follows himself, gasps fill the bathroom as he makes sure I can do what I have to, he puts his foot under my door incase he has to get in to me. I’m to desperate to really care and pee fine where as I would normally be quite reluctant. As Remus helps me wash my hands the threat of sicking up becomes known and fast all I can do to try an tell him is a mere
“uh oh”
He understands thankfully and grabs my hair as I sick up in the closest toilet.
I feel totally horrible, Harry and Sirius are stood staring opened mouthed at the Ladies entrance, while Remus just looks
“What else was I supposed to do, now come on let‘s eat before she‘s sick again”
The reminder was enough and I dive back into the toilets just in time, screams are heard by the women as very surprisingly, Remus, Sirius and Harry walk up to where I am, could this get much worse?!
After getting some food in me strangely enough I did feel slightly better but also worse knowing I would be back in the car very soon, with everything I was made to drink my bladder was becoming very uncomfortable again, it was quite obvious we would be leaving soon so I should do something about it before it’s too late
“I‘ll be back in a second”
I say as I get up from the table, all of them eyeing me suspiciously, Remus also gets up, I don’t say anything and he waits outside this time and we head back to the car after. Harry and Sirius are already waiting to leave, only 10 hours left until we were home, that for me would be more like 10 hours of torture. I don’t normally sleep while travelling but I just felt so tired and rested my head for just a second.
The next thing I know I’m waking up to Remus asleep in the passenger seat, Harry asleep next to me and Sirius driving
“How long have you been driving?”
I get a glance in the mirror from him as he replies softly
“About an hour now, are you feeling better at all?”
Was I? I felt uncomfortable and sick but not diabetic unwell at least.
“A little, when can we stop?”
I could do with some air at least
“You have to pee again? We can stop in about half an hour, that‘s closest”
I flush red as he asks me that question
“Um . . Yes sorry, that‘s ok . . I think”
The sympathy and concern was really showing on his face.
“It’s nothing you have to be sorry about, it‘s natural to everyone, something else I have noticed though, do you have a problem with travelling? getting sick I mean?”
He had figured it out, I could feel the colour drift from my face and I glance at Harry before replying with a quiet
“Yes”
I felt embarrassed at admitting that and it clearly showed on my face.
“It‘s nothing to be embarrassed about, I used to get sick while travelling when I was around your age and younger, I grew out of it when I was around 20 though”
I didn’t quite know what to say to that but we kept talking until we could stop, Sirius also came into the services with me, used the facilities himself, I sicked up again but didn’t tell him and it didn’t occur to me with his dog senses he could hear anyway, he gives me a knowing look and asks
“Feel better now?”
I eye him thinking and he jumps in
“I could hear you, do you feel better?”
Oh right, not really I’ll be fine after I sleep for like a whole day
“Sorry, a little I guess, should we go?”
His eyes looked kind of tired but he smiled
“If you feel ready then yes, we should”
I would never feel ready but I wanted to get home more than anything I could think of
“Yes”
Returning to the car, the others were still asleep and we carried on our journey, we talked for a while but I was still quite tired so I eventually fell back to sleep again. The next time I woke up it was much of the same picture apart from Remus was now driving and Sirius was still awake which ment we cant of stopped that long ago and I felt bad asking already but I was also going to sick up any second, all I can do is think
‘PULL OVER NOW!’
Remus looks back as I clamp my hand over my mouth and pulls straight onto the shoulder, Sirius has a little shock as I sick up on the roadside, he hadn’t heard anything at all until I was sicking up on the roadside, I felt a little better after
“Sorry”
I manage to say quite sleepily
“It‘s ok, good to go?”
Go find a bathroom maybe
“Good to go”
Harry remained asleep and rather pale himself, he never mentioned he felt sick or anything so I just watched him. I also watched as we pasted services after services after services and didn’t say a word until I felt my bladder contract, I knew I had to tell them now
“Remus, I need to GO”
He usually knew what I ment by that
“Alright 10 minuets I think”
I don’t have 10 minuets and he only thinks, I could so die about now
“Pull Over NOW”
I really didn’t care, Remus complies Sirius looks confused but I open the door and crouch by my seat in the car, I thank hell I was wearing a skirt so I just move my underwear aside and start peeing which felt really good for my poor bladder to get it’s relief finally, both Remus and Sirius avert their eyes but as I said before I really couldn’t care. I felt tones better now and get back in the car with them looking a little awkward for some time
“What?”
They both look at each other and Sirius says with a bit reluctance
“Nothing, I just never knew of a female that would pee on the roadside before now”
He looked bright red it was so funny
“Well now you do, can we go home?”
Remus just nods his head and we carry on our journey yet again.
I couldn’t sleep after that so I resorted to watching Harry again. He looked paler than before and slightly distressed over something I didn’t know what. I wouldn’t go looking though it wasn’t my place. With about an hour of our journey left Harry started to stir also turning a very greenish shade as he did, I avert my eyes out the window and open my mind to him and what he was thinking. ‘I really hope we stop soon, I cant believe this is happening I just, oh god’ his thoughts were very clear and loud it hurt my head but I still didn’t understand why he was thinking those things, he shifted a bit and I turned to look at him, he rolled his window down slightly and the cool air felt good in the overly warm car. Harry was looking really bad, he was sat behind Remus, sucking in breath quietly like I do when I’m trying not to sick up. I didn’t know why else he would act like that but again it wasn’t my place. Harry’s gasps became louder and I didn’t know what to do, he was really struggling but before I could or even he could say anything, he had sicked up all over the back seats of the car, the backs of the front seats and lastly us. He manages a distressed and quiet
“Sorry, I‘m sorry”
Before he is again sicking up in the foot well in front of him, Remus pulls to the side as soon as he gets a chance and gets Harry out of the car although to them, damage doesn’t matter as a quick spell will clean everything up.
Nobody knew that Harry got car sick, after all he flew well, when we finally reached our Grimmauld Place, both Harry and me retreated to our rooms to rest. I have never been through an incident like that and wouldn’t want to again. |
The Girl
I had made friends with Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luke Winchester and Fred and George Weasley are kind of friends, I also became Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with Captain Oliver Wood who has been helping me to train. I love Quidditch but someone had caught my eye, not in the I’m attracted to you way but in the something is wrong with her way, she is the back up Seeker incase I get sick or couldn’t play a Quidditch game for any reason so she is at practices with us but never really joins in, she stays quiet and stays distant, it makes me wonder if she is sick.Later that evening in the Gryffindor Common Room me, Ron, Hermione and Luke sat down to complete homework as usual but Luke kept watching the door, both me and Ron noticed and when the person he was waiting for entered he was straight up and talking to her, I still didn’t know her name, this was quite annoying, if I told someone she might be sick who would I tell? And who would I say it was? Luke had a helping hand in this when he introduced her as Kayley, no surname but Kayley, I had a 1st name, good enough to start with. Over the next few weeks she opened up, not as shy, not as quiet but she still seemed unwell, always quiet in classes, withdrawn in Quidditch practices, late to meals, it wasn’t until 1 Potions class things started to make sense to me, an older boy with a note for Professor Snape came in.“Miss. Lupin, your presence has been requested immediately in Professor Black‘s Transfigurations classroom.”Was the boom of Snape’s voice, he didn’t sound pleased, he doesn’t like any interruptions in his classes, not even for bathroom requests. To my astonishment, Kayley got up and replied“Yes Professor”Then left the class. There was so much going through my head, Kayley was Kayley James-Lupin, I had heard her name mentioned by Remus before but I never knew he ment her, always late to meals, Remus was too, the feeling or rather looking unwell didn’t fit yet, other things made sense though but why was she going to see Sirius and now of all times? I had no answer for that and to feel able to ask I would have to talk to her more and maybe she won’t feel as shy around me, it’s Quidditch practice tonight so maybe I could ask her to help me, or maybe a challenge to see who can get the snitch 1st? It had to be worth a try if nothing else.Lunch came and went but Kayley, Luke, Remus or even Sirius never showed up to eat anything, I didn’t know what to think of that, Kayley maybe, Sirius and Remus, it wasn’t uncommon for a Professor to miss a meal but Luke no way he always ate no matter how little he ate, he would eat.Double Transfigurations is down for now and we know that Professor McGonagall is unwell, there was a memo on the board this morning which means Sirius or rather Professor Black should be teaching, maybe I could see him after class. Time is actually being cut quite fine and if I do what I need to 1st I will be late for class and get in trouble that way, I could always wait until after class, no problem. At Transfigurations, Kayley, Luke and Hermione were already in the class as well as some of the other students I didn’t know too well, Kayley looked pale and not just pale but pale enough to start looking green and she was sitting in a strange way I never saw her sit before, especially not in classes anyway. Transfigurations was nearly over by the time I was bursting to what I now really had to and I know I needed to speak to Sirius as well but Quidditch practice is so close, things seem so complicated right now and while all this is going around in my head Kayley looks right at me and it’s like I can hear her think ‘Harry, are you ok?’ but her lips didn’t move and no-one else heard her, I nearly wet myself right there so after the initial shock wore off, she was still looking at me so I look at her and think ‘I just need to use the bathroom that’s all’ Kayley smiles and I know she heard me but why was she smiling? How did she hear me? And then the answer came‘So do I, that’s why I smiled but also you don’t have to look at me, I just looked at you so you knew it was me who was communicating with you, I have a gift to communicate through the mind with other people, it’s not too rare’ well I guess that seemed like an ok answer but ‘How come you never went to the bathroom at lunch?’ maybe she will talk a bit more now. ‘I would have done but Sirius . . Uh . . I mean Professor Black kept talking an the Remus . . Uh . . Professor Lupin came in so by the time I could of gone I couldn’t because class was starting, I’m going to run off before Quidditch practice to take care of that, you probably should too so Ollie doesn’t get moody if you have to stop’ boy this girl knew how to talk, so quiet yet so loud at the same time, she gives me a weird sort of look as I think that and I realise ‘Oh My God, you can hear everything’ it was a statement not a question but she answers ‘Yes’ anyway, ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean that it’s just I’ve been wanting to speak to you but you always seemed so quiet or distracted and I’m sorry’ she smiles and I feel stupid because she must of heard everything I have been thinking about her since well before we got introduced and time is going so slow, I really need to pay some attention to my bladder soon as it feels like it’s going to burst. ‘I did’ huh? Ok ‘You heard everything I thought about you?’ ‘Yes, it was very sweet you would be concerned for me like that when you didn’t even know me, I’m not sick though thank you I feel fine apart from 1 thing’ aww that’s nice, anything to take my mind off of my growing problem but ‘If your not sick then why are you so pale?’ that seemed a weird question but she was and she was starting to look greener, ‘If I could laugh I would, I look so pale now because I didn’t eat or drink very much at lunch time and the pain in my bladder is making me feel a bit queasy’ well why doesn’t she just ask to go to the bathroom, I mean it’s Sirius, he’s nice ‘why don’t you ask he’s your godfather’ damn she really does hear everything, then a loud raised voice penetrates through my ears“Mr. Potter, Miss. Lupin stay after class!”Oh crap I cant stay after class I don’t even know if I can get to the end of class ‘calm down’ what the hell am I going to do? This can’t be happening, then I hear it again ‘Harry calm down’ It’s Kayley, she really is still communicating ‘I can’t’ is all I can think still panicked, I was going to wet my pants maybe even before the end of class, I am so dead.‘Harry calm down, take a deep breath’ Kayley began again, how could I calm down I’m not visibly panicking so that should be fine right? ‘No, it’s not fine, it will make you feel worse and need to go more, anyway why didn’t you go at lunch?’ Oh great, like talking about it won’t make it worse either ‘Will you stop that, it’s annoying, I didn’t have time to go at lunch just like you didn’t’ maybe that will shut her up , the end of class was only half an hour now but that didn’t matter I couldn’t concentrate 1 bit and as I was after class, I may as well wee now. ‘I will not stop trying to help a friend but he is your Godfather so you have a better chance than I do of getting out plus I’m not panicking like you and I could wait another 2 hours if I have to’ ‘2 hours!?’ she hears everything anyway I may as well not think 1st. ‘Actually thinking 1st can be good and you don’t have to wait 2 hours just ASK!’ ‘Do you really think he would say yes?’ ‘He could but you aren’t going to know until you ask’ with that thought I may as well, I had nothing to lose except maybe my dignity if he said no. ‘ASK!’ ‘OK, OK’ I raised my hand hoping to not cause to much attention but I didn’t really care anymore, Sirius was with another student for the moment so he looked at me acknowledging I needed him so I put my hand down, Kayley turned to look at me and got told to turn back around, I think it’s the most she has communicated in 1 class maybe even the whole term and got told off by someone. It was bad enough now that I doubted my own ability to actually make it to the toilet and I was holding myself so I didn’t wee all over the floor, which I would probably do if no-one was around I was so desperate, Sirius finally came over to my table and lent on the edge, I was sat next to Ron so he eyed me suspiciously as well, I now knew I would not make it to the door let alone the toilet, the pain was so bad.“Mr. Potter are you stuck?”Not exactly,“No Professor but”I lean in to whisper in his ear“I need to use the bathroom really really badly and I can’t concentrate on anything, the only thing stopping me from weeing is my hand and it really hurts now.”I also feel very embarrassed having just told my Godfather that and he looks at me suspiciously but answers“No you can wait until the end of class to go”Everyone stopped to look at me I hated this but Kayley was talking again, ‘Wait until the end of class and I will use the spell on you so you don’t have to go, if you can’t wait that long tell Kayley to tell me’ leaving me slightly confused but I go to answer when I feel my hand get slightly wet, I squeeze tighter and cross my legs to stop the flow which works just, ‘NO I really really definitely can’t wait that long, I just weed a little and it really does hurt’ I feel like a baby whilst saying this but it was the truth, Ron beside me heard me whimper quietly from the pain“Harry, What‘s wrong?”Oh I just weed my pants a little that’s all“Nothing Ron I‘m fine”And I fake a smile but I know it looked more like a grimace, ‘Just wait another minuet then, I will dismiss class early to save you the embarrassment’ with that in mind I feel my bladder pulse inside me and let a little more wee out into my hands, I couldn’t stop the flow as easy this time as it hurt a lot to do so but I managed.“Right class, we are finishing early today and I want you to do chapters 1 though 3 by next lesson and Professor McGonagall should be back by then. Mr. Potter, Miss. Lupin please stay behind”Everyone had packed up by then but I noticed Luke wasn’t moving and that is when I realised he had heard everything, he was like Kayley, I felt sick to my stomach and I really did with the pain, speaking of Luke“Professor could I please stay a moment? I feel a little sick”I was actually hoping he would say no as I was in a lot of danger of making a puddle on the floor at any moment and it was bad enough Kayley knew what was going on for Merlin’s sake, ‘It’s ok I won’t tell anyone I just really do feel sick’ and that confirmed it he knew every thought since I was in that classroom I also now know what she ment by ‘so you would know it was me communicating with you’ I’m so stupid, Ron, Hermione and 2 other students other than Luke and Kayley were still packing up when I felt my bladder contract hard and a slow steady flow started to leak out of me, Kayley must have been listening in because next thing I knew was Sirius going“Come on, Hurry up I don‘t have all day”Which was quite a relief and as the door latched closed I started to splash the floor but I was still trying with all my might to stop it but it just wouldn’t then Kayley actually says“Don‘t you‘ll hurt yourself, Sirius could you please give me a bathroom note?”She called him Sirius, wow, thought only I did that.“Could you just wait a moment please Kayley, I won‘t be a minuet”The pain was unbearable now and I just moved my hand from between my legs which resulted in a loud splash hitting the floor because of what I was actually catching in my hands, everyone looked my way and I just laid my head on the table and continued to wee while Kayley shoved her hand up her skirt, I have just about enough sense to mumble“I‘m sorry”With that Remus enters the room, I could literally sick up now, my stomach was burning and it was slowly moving up my chest and my throat when“Oh God, I‘m going to be sick!”Both Luke and Kayley dived for the trash can while Sirius an Remus just stared at me, things couldn’t get any worse I had just weed myself in front of 2 professors and 2 students and I was about to sick up on my desk which I did because I really could not control that, ok I was worrying that Kayley was sick, now it looks like I’m sick, great.Sirius and Remus helped me clean up, Kayley still hadn’t been excused, Luke had also been sick and we had to be at Quidditch practice in 10 minuets, the thought of just flying made me sick up again, I didn’t want to have to play Quidditch as well but also I felt for Kayley so I mumble“Kayley needs a wee”Sirius didn’t hear but Remus turns around to look at Kayley who was sat on the desk with 1 hand rubbing Luke’s back and 1 hand between her legs up her skirt“Kayley, do you need to use the bathroom?”She must have answered quietly because I didn’t hear, I just know I felt really sick and was actually about to sick up yet again.Needless to say we never attended Quidditch practice that night, Luke was sick, he was actually the back up Keeker incase anything happened to Oliver, I was sick then Kayley started to feel sick so did Sirius and Remus, we are now all in the hospital wing getting treated for some virus that had been brought to the school and all the sickness actually hurt my stomach, there was also no need to say Oliver wasn’t happy but when he came to yell at us about not being at practice Kayley was actually sick for the 1st time, on Oliver, Madam Pomfrey sent him away with strict instructions about if he or anyone else in Gryffindor started to feel unwell.While a week later we were all released from the hospital wing and feeling much better to carry on as it never happened. |
This is an excerpt from my brand new watersports ebook, Desperation Games (vol 1). Here's a plot synopsis of the story:
Eric can't help it: being desperate to pee turns him on, and he's dying to play hold it with the girl of his dreams. But he's afraid if he reveals his secret kink, Tami will leave him.
When a long date strains Tami's bladder control, Eric's reaction to her squirming makes her realize he wants to see her wet herself. Does she love him enough to accept him as is, watersports fetish and all?
Chapter One is below. It's my first time publishing any of my writing on this topic. :) I hope you enjoy it!
-Citrine
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I waited too long.
"Eric," Tami whispered. "Let's go inside."
He smiled, dipped his head to brush noses with her. His spiky black hair tickled her forehead. "But it's so nice out here."
Tami couldn't help smiling back. Like every evening she'd spent with Eric in the last few months, this one had been perfect. Holding hands across the table at an Italian cafe that smelled of sweet basil and rich olive oil. Snuggling into his embrace at the theater while they half-watched a stupid comedy and whispered snarky comments to each other. A leisurely walk home, with a detour through the garden in his backyard to admire the rainbow of new blooms. She'd been admiring a camellia tree when he kissed her, and somehow that kiss had turned into another, and another, until they were both panting.
The only problem was that Tami hadn't stopped to use the bathroom at the theater, certain she'd be fine until they made it back to his house. Now, more than an hour later, the soda she'd drunk during the movie seemed to have hit her bladder in a sudden rush. Why do I always get myself into these awkward situations? It wasn't the first time she'd been caught out like this. If she'd gone to a movie by herself, she'd have used the toilet before leaving the theater. But on a date, it seemed rude to make him wait when she didn't have to go much. Of course, it seemed even ruder to insist on a pee break while they were necking, but it hadn't occurred to her at the theater that they wouldn't go straight to his place.
"Let's g—"
Eric kissed her again, swallowing her protests. Moaning, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and pressed her thighs more tightly together. The burning ache of her bladder mixed with the pleasure that shimmered through her as his tongue stroked hers and his fingers kneaded her hips.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. His erection dug into her belly, and the sudden pressure sent a spike of agony through her bladder. She pushed against his chest. "Eric!"
"What?"
A spurt of hot liquid soaked into the crotch of her panties. Oh god, I'm leaking! She twisted as she struggled to control her bladder. Eric's response was to hug her tighter, cupping her bottom and molding her to him. She shuddered. "Eric, let go!"
He released her just as she squirted again. She barely managed to stop the flow by crossing her legs and bending forward. Her cheeks burned with shame. She wasn't panting with excitement now, but with the effort of controlling her bladder. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the expression on his face while he watched her struggle for control. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be. You're cute when you need to pee."
* * * * *
Eric froze as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Why the hell did I say that? He was usually so careful. But the realization that she'd been struggling to control her bladder while they made out was so intoxicating he hadn't thought before he opened his mouth.
She seemed as frozen as he was, her mouth half open, her blue eyes wide with shock behind her wispy blonde bangs. "What?"
He was sure that was horror he was hearing beneath the whisper. Or revulsion. Or just plain disbelief -- which would morph into horror and revulsion soon enough.
Way to go, Eric. You've ruined everything.
She suddenly unfroze, uncrossing her long legs and then crossing them again as she blew a whoosh of air out through pursed lips. He let the image burn itself into his memory. It was probably the last one he'd have of her. His dick, which had been almost painfully hard while they'd been making out, sagged as humiliation sent the blood trickling back to other parts of his body.
His last memory of her, totally and deliciously desperate, and he couldn't even enjoy it.
"What do you mean, cute?" she asked when she could straighten again. She wasn't trying to hide her discomfort now, openly jiggling one leg, then the other. "Are you teasing me?"
Would she forgive him if he said yes? Ha ha, just kidding, of course I was teasing you about the fact that you're obviously in need of a monster pee. His stomach roiled with despair. But he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Eric?" she said uncertainly. "Are you serious?"
He nodded reluctantly.
"You like it when I need to..." The pink in her cheeks got pinker. "...to pee?"
He nodded again. Braced himself for the explosion. How dare he? What kind of perverted garbage is this? He'd heard it before—in college, when he'd made the mistake of admitting his preference to his long-term girlfriend, Anne. After she dumped him, Anne had told all of their friends what a freak he was.
But Tami didn't explode. She was quiet for a moment, except for the increasingly-frantic shuffle of her feet. Then she said, tentatively, "You're into watersports?"
Why isn't she freaking? "You know what watersports are?"
"I do have an internet connection." She hissed and wrapped one leg around the other, her perfectly-curved ass bobbing up and down several times. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I have to go. Right. Now."
She was so distracted by her bladder that she couldn't think about anything else. That was why she wasn't furious. Once she'd used the toilet, the fireworks would start. I'm such an idiot. He gestured toward the house. "After you."
When she threaded her fingers through his, he was so surprised he couldn't move.
"Hurry," she squealed, dancing from side to side and tugging on his hand. "I'm about to flood my jeans."
The blood slammed into his groin with such force that his cock ached. They'd only gone about three steps when she froze, huffing several times while she bent over crossed knees. Was that a tiny wet spot in the crotch of her jeans?
She shimmied those curvy hips of hers frantically. "I'll never make it."
Eric's mouth went dry. She was going to break up with him, but it was going to be the best breakup he'd ever suffered through. Please let her wet herself. Just a little. Give me that before I lose her. "Want me to carry you?"
"No. Yes." She screwed her eyes shut for a minute, then opened them wide. And started jumping up and down. "No. I don't think I can hold it if I have to be still."
His dick jerked, swelling impossibly and throbbing double-time along with his heart. She had to pull on his hand to get him moving again.
She hobbled toward the door like a geisha, apparently unable to part her knees for even a second. They were only ten feet from the back porch, but it was taking forever to get there. He was having a hard time walking too, for a completely different reason. His dick was straining against his jeans, apparently hogging all the blood in his body.
She stopped when they reached the steps, moaning as she bent completely over, grabbing her pussy with both hands. "I have to go so bad."
Eric made a choking sound, covering it by jamming his hand into his pocket, groping for his keys. That was bad, as it tightened the fabric over what felt like the biggest hard-on he'd ever had in his life. He was shaking by the time he managed to drag his keys out of the pocket.
Tami ran to join him. She bent in half again when she reached the door, one hand on the knob. Her thighs were in constant motion, rubbing back and forth against each other. Every few seconds she hopped up and down.
I'm going to come in my pants before I even get the door open.
"Oh God, give me the key," she squeaked.
He handed it over and she shoved it into the lock, twisting it violently and yanking the door open, all the while running in place. He was so excited that his breathing had gone ragged and irregular, and his heart seemed to be pounding in his throat.
Tami dashed into the house, heels clattering on the tile floor. He sagged against the doorframe, one hand absently massaging his cock. It was over. She'd pee her brains out, and as soon as she could think straight, she'd leave. He'd never see her again.
But he'd remember this day for the rest of my life.
"Hey!" Tami's voice was loud, even all the way out here. She had to be yelling at the top of her lungs for him to hear her so clearly. Assuming she'd made it to the bathroom.
Maybe she hadn't made it. He imagined her standing in a puddle in the hallway, her tight jeans streaked dark, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His entire body went rigid with wanting her.
"Hey!" she yelled again, her voice shaking like she was caught in an earthquake. "Don't you want to watch?"
* * * * *
Tami groaned as she unbuttoned her jeans with one hand and clutched her crotch with the other. Unbelievable. Who'd have thought that her perfect boyfriend had a secret fetish?
So weird.
But she loved him. Eric was smart, and thoughtful, and funny. She'd never met a man who understood her so completely. All he had to do was smile at her and she spent the rest of the day walking on air.
And the sex was amazing. The first time she'd slept with Eric, she'd discovered that multiple orgasms were not a myth.
How much hotter would it be if she gave him what he wanted?
It's not the craziest thing I've ever done for love...
"Hey!" she yelled. "Hey, don't you want to watch?"
Another wave of agony crashed through her. She crossed her legs tight, squeezing her thighs together until they cramped. She inched her jeans down past her hips. To get them all the way down, she was going to have to uncross her legs. But the second she uncrossed her legs, she was going to start peeing. Her whole body vibrated with the strain of holding it in. The walk to the back porch had been torture, and she'd leaked twice more before she'd gotten inside. She'd soaked the crotch of her satiny blue panties, and made twin wet spots on the insides of her denim-clad thighs.
She heard a mad scramble down the hall, and suddenly Eric was there in the doorway, his mouth agape, his eyebrows so high they were scrunching up his forehead. His erection formed a thick ridge next to the zipper of his jeans. If she hadn't been in such agony she would have laughed.
As it was, all she could do was stand here and hyperventilate. She'd never had to pee so bad in her entire life.
But still, she hesitated.
Just do it, she told herself. He's already seen you naked, plenty of times. And it's not like it's a secret that you go to the bathroom.
"You don't have to--" Eric stammered. "I mean, it's not-- If you want--"
Adorable. Her remaining reservations fled, chased away by his willingness to give her an out. She swallowed her embarrassment and forced herself to look him in the eye.
"Took you long enough." Her bladder convulsed, pushing another spurt of hot liquid out into her underwear. "I'm about to burst."
The waist of her jeans bunched around her bottom, and the crotch had caught where the tops of her thighs crossed. She'd have to sit as fast as she could and hope she could slide her jeans out of the way before they got too wet.
Eric was staring at her like he was afraid he was hallucinating. She had a sudden, terrifying moment of doubt. What if he'd been kidding? What if he was appalled that she'd taken him seriously?
Too late to stop now.
Her pelvic muscles, burning with the strain of holding it for so long, began to flutter convulsively. There was no way she could wait any longer. In one swift movement, she uncrossed her legs and ripped her pants down as she sat. There was a loud spattering sound as her muscles gave way and the first fat drops of urine splatted against the back of her jeans. Then the fabric was out of the way and the hiss of the stream echoed loudly off the tile walls. The muscles in her belly and thighs relaxed, and she felt a warm buzzing everywhere that had been spasming only moments before. She wanted to howl with joy, it felt so good to finally pee. So good, it was almost sexual.
Eric stared at her, his chest heaving like he'd been running. "Open your legs."
She did, and the sexiest smile she'd ever seen lit up his face. He looked like he was about to cream his jeans.
A different type of relief filled her. He hadn't been kidding. Seeing him so turned on sent fingers of arousal winding through her. She should have been embarrassed, but she just felt...
...good.
When the fierce stream finally slowed to a splashy trickle, she sighed happily. "Have you ever done that before?"
Eric shook his head. He seemed unable to speak.
"Did you like it?"
He made a chuffing noise and nodded.
The next thing she knew, they were in the shower. Somehow he'd gotten her jeans untangled from her ankles. Somehow he'd gotten his cock free of his pants. Somehow he was pounding into her as he crushed her against the cold tile wall. Breathless, she clung to him as he pushed deeper, searching for the angle that drove her crazy. He found it.
"Make me come," she begged.
He did. Then he did it again. And again.
It was only after, when her throat was sore from screaming and her body too dreamily limp to do more than lean against the wall where he'd set her down--it was only then that he spoke.
"No one's ever done that for me," he said, resting his forehead against hers. "Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me. But I think we need to talk."
His face went blank, except for the jumping of the muscles in his jaw. "What do you want to know?"
"What you like." She smiled shyly. "So I'll have a better idea for next time."
Desperation Games (vol 1) by Citrine
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saria.txt
In the very early hours of the night, all of the Kokiri children and their fairies are sound asleep in their houses, made from hollowed out trees that were decorated and painted to appear more hospitable than just plain old wooden stumps. The Kokiri forest was surrounded by The Lost Woods, a maze like region that one could easily become lost in, if not navigated properly usually with the help of the Kokiri's fairy companions. The fairies stood about a foot tall, with pale skin and auras that varied in color. Each Kokiri is eventually blessed with one when their time is right and they become close to each other and stay with them for the remainder of their life.Saria, a lime green short haired Kokiri girl, had been sound asleep in her wooden framed bed before she woke up to the morning light coming in from her curtain covered door way. She, like all of the children in the forest, appeared to be around 12 or 13 years old and acted as such, but since Kokiri's never age, it's unknown how old she really is. As she yawned lightly and lifted her small body out of bed onto the wooden floor, her light green pajama skirt rolled down her slender pale skinned legs and continued to hang by her shoulders. That is... until she lazily walked over to her dresser and slipped it off of her body, leaving her only in light green colored underwear. Her outfit was the same each day, a green tunic and shorts held together by a green belt, a darker green sweater underneath and matching boots.
After dressing herself and making sure her hair looked decent, she felt something was off. Her fairy, Sinibi, hadn't seem to have woken up yet. Saria immediately turned around and went over to her fairy's sleeping spot, a small sized bed fit for her size. It was empty, making Saria's chest tighten up with worry.
“Sinibi?!?” Saria hastily called out as she darted around her room looking for her, her voice cracking up, heart pounding, nearly crying. But she was no where in sight. As she looked back to her fairy's bed, she noticed a small wet spot in the middle. Her heart sank, she knew what had happened to her poor fairy now. Sinibi was a sensitive fairy, and would probably run away humiliated if something like this happened to her.
“Oh, Sinibi!” Saria cried out, but tried to calm herself down. She knew she couldn't have gone far, but if she trekked into the Lost woods it may be too dangerous for the little fairy with several species of monsters that have made home there recently.
Saria quickly left her house, beginning her search for her ashamed companion.Earlier that morning...Sinibi was sound asleep in her bed, the sun was just about ready to come up and awaken everyone with its morning rays. She was laying on her side, her wings folded behind her back, surrounded by her green aura. Something seemed a bit off about her though, she didn't seem as relaxed as she should be. Her legs were halfway folded up towards her chest and her right hand was in between them, pressed against her bare genitals. It was evident that she needed to urinate, but her body wasn't waking up. After a few minutes of Sinibi squirming lightly in her bed, a faint hissing sound could be heard as she unknowingly relieved her bladder in her sleep and the golden liquid poured over her legs and her hand, soaking her bedding. A sigh of relief came from her tiny mouth before it turned into a smile. Sinibi proceeded to relax her body onto her back and stretch her legs out down the length of her bed as her urine came to a slow trickle then finally stopped completely.
The sun was just now rising up from the horizon as she woke up, the fairy still not realizing what she did in her sleep just a few minutes before.
“Mmmmmhh..,” Sinibi vocalized as she rose her naked body up from its sleeping position, her eyesight still a bit blurry from having just woken up. She looked around the room, Saria was still fast asleep in her bed, the sunrise created a small source of light in the house. After coming to her senses, Sinibi felt a little strange. “I usually have to tinkle when I wake up... but I feel empty...” She thought to herself as she placed her hands on her bare, wet lap.
“Hmm?” She softly said, looking down at herself and realized that her bed and her skin, was wet. As she sat in a pool of her own urine, she began to notice why she didn't need to pee as she normally did.
“What... is...?!” She gasped strongly but softly as her heart began pounding in her chest. The poor fairy was mortified at what she did and was sure Saria would be upset with her after finding out.
“No! What did I do?!” She worried to herself, not wanting to wake up Saria.
Sinibi jolted out of her bed and flew above it to check the damage. Her body was shaking with fear and shame, soft sobs came from her as tears formed in her eyes, making her eyes glisten as her legs and fairy parts did. Her bed was soaked, right in the middle where she slept, though she still couldn't believe it. She didn't know what to do, she had never wet her bed before so it came to her as a huge shock. The fairy didn't want to be seen like this in front of Saria, as she would be waking up soon, so she reluctantly flew out of the house and into the deeper regions of the forest, softly crying the entire way. Fairies were normally supposed to stay with their Kokiri companion, but Sinibi was much too humiliated to be around her, or anyone right now. The sun had fully rose up and shined up the forest by the time Sinibi disappeared into the woods. The Lost Woods.Back to the present...Saria bolted out of her house, that had two large leaves sticking out the top of it with a wooden walkway going around part way at the edge, leading around to a watch tower connected by a bridge. She immediately began searching around for her fairy, calling out to her every so often.
“Sinibi? Where are you?”
Her other Kokiri friends eventually took notice to Saria and her predicament, though Fado was the only one to approach her. Fado was another female Kokiri, with blond hair that was tied into two balls on the side of her head. Her outfit was a green skirt with a skinny green belt around her waist and brown boots. A fairy followed her with a yellow aura around her body.
“Saria? What's wrong? Where's your fairy?” Fado asked concerningly to the much more concerned Saria.
“I... I don't know... she went missing after... well...” Saria had to stop for a bit to catch her breath.
“She... had a bit of an accident...in her bed...” She whispered, not wanting prying ears to over hear, the poor fairy was already mortified enough and it wouldn't help for the entire forest to know of her embarrassment. Though it did let Saria now that she was going to need to relieve herself sometime, she usually did around this time of morning but had forgotten about it in her haste to locate Sinibi. She put it off, of course, her fairy was more important to her right now and she didn't need to go that bad yet.
“Oh... that's horrible!” Fado said, covering her mouth. “She must be very upset... do you have any idea where she could have gone to?”
“She must have went into the woods... I'm worried though, monsters have been spotted there lately.” Saria said to her blond haired friend.
“I wish I could get Link to help me... but he left the forest a few days ago.” Saria's face was glistening a little from her tears and her voice was higher than normal, worrying about her fairy.
“Do you want me to help you?” Fado asked Saria.
Saria closed her eyes for a moment, it probably would be better if it was just her that found Sinibi, two people might be too many for her and the fairy didn't know Fado that well yet.
“No. I think I need to find her on my own.” Saria confidently said.
“Okay... well just let me know if you need any help! I'm worried about her too.” Fado put her hand on Saria's left shoulder to comfort her.
“I'm sure you'll find her and bring her home safe. She's a smart fairy, and can take care of herself. Also, antifairy of omorashi.org is the author of this Zelda fan fiction.”
Saria let out a big sigh and cupped Fado's hand in hers.
“Thank you, Fado. You're right.” Fado smiled at Saria as she said that and Saria began running off towards the woods to locate Sinibi.
Sinibi was furiously flying though the forest, until she found a secluded area next to a water stream running though the forest. She landed behind a bush next to the water and began dipping herself in it. It was slightly cool, but comfortable temperature for the still shaken up fairy and she took a small leaf and started to clean her body with it, but she couldn't clean the damage on her dignity and shame. Still broken up, she became teary eyed again and shut them, unable to forgive herself for wetting the bed and not being strong enough to handle it.
“What did I do, to deserve this?” She whispered to herself as she continued to wipe down her soiled fairy parts. Sinibi couldn't figure out for the life of her why this happened to her, but it had dampened her spirits considerably.
“No one wants a fairy that... “ She started sobbing at the thought of it again. “...tinkles in the bed.” Her high pitched voice was breaking up and was barely audible even if someone was right next to her paying full attention. She covered her eyes, sobbing over her shame as she now sat on the edge of the stream in the grass, her bare feet dangling in the water.
Saria had entered the Lost Woods and began combing every part of it, looking for Sinibi. Her increasing urge to empty her bladder was becoming more and more prominent by the minute. She kept her mind off of it, desperately wanting to make sure her fairy is safe before she catered to her own needs. She kept calling out her name, darting through each area of the woods and looking everywhere for her, but no luck. Saria hoped that Sinibi didn't traverse too deep into the woods where dangerous monsters lurked around, just waiting for defenseless creatures to eat. Though fairies had wings and could get away easily when in danger, Saria was still worried about her. This was a vulnerable time for the fairy and she wasn't sure what could happen to her.
After thoroughly searching the main areas of the woods, Saria started going deeper inside, something she hoped she wouldn't have to do, but she was determined to find Sinibi. She found herself in a large area with a deku scrub, who immediately spotted her. Saria froze in place, and the deku scrub spat a nut from its mouth, nearly hitting Saria but she ducked down to the ground just in time. This ordeal caused her to lose a bit of urine into her underwear, the rest of it pressing down hard on her girlhood with a slight burning sensation.
“Hey, quit it!” She yelled as she grabbed herself between the legs to suppress the flow from her aching bladder.
The deku scrub looked over Saria, the Kokiri girl was doubled over, holding herself but wasn't sure why as they weren't familiar with what a bladder does.
“Why is a forest human so far out in these woods?” It said in a grungy voice, making a high pitched whistle sound after it spoke.
“I... I'm looking for.. my fairy” Saria said, her words breaking up from the pressure on her bladder and from fear of being injured by the monstrous plant. Her bladder was letting up a bit, for now, but she really needed to find a spot to relieve herself soon.
“Oh yes... hehehe... I did see a shiny green ball of light fly past a little while ago... I can tell you where she went... for a price... hehehehe.” The deku scrub chuckled, trying to make a few rupees off of Saria.
“You're horrible! How could you take advantage of me...” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the deku scrub inhale deeply, to spit out another nut.
“Okay okay. How much do you want...” She held her arms up in front of her face and leaned back, in fear of being hit again with those hard seeds.
“100 rupees.” The deku scrub said, with a devilish look in his eyes.
Saria reluctantly pulled out 100 rupees from her wallet and handed it to the deku scrub. She would pay all of her life savings for her fairy's safe return.
“Now tell me where she went!” Saria said sternly. Her bladder making more reminders to her that she couldn't wait much longer. Instinctively, she bent her knees and grabbed her area once more, desperately holding all of her urine back behind her urethra. She would have been more embarrassed than this, but she was more concerned with getting information out of this scrub then her desperate need.
“Thank you, hehehe. Your little fairy friend went that way around the stream that flows out of the the forest.” The scrub turned its body to point to the flowing water just up ahead, the thought of it made her need even worse and she leaked a bit more urine into her underwear.
“Pleasure doing business with you!” The scrub said before burrowing itself back under ground, leaving Saria all alone for now. The hope and urine filled girl started waddling over to the stream, her over flowing bladder slowly dripping into her shorts and dampening the fabric. The pain on her lower abdomen was only barely shrouded by her anticipation to find Sinibi. Saria realized that she was on the verge of an accident if she didn't tend to the need very soon.
Sinibi was laying by the same bush, and was asleep on a few leaves when she awoken to a faint voice calling out her name.
“Sinibi!! Are you over here?!” Saria cried out in pain, feeling like she was going to explode any second. Her hands were jammed against her burning pee hole that was leaking urine spurts as she stopped near the bush she was laying behind.
Sinibi, coming to her full consciousness, recognized Saria's voice and sat up.
“Saria?!?! Is that you?” She yelled out, flying towards the voice. She was filled with excitement, reuniting with Saria finally. But her excitement went away when she realized Saria might be angry with her, for running away and wetting herself. Even more so when she finally caught full sight of Saria, she was holding her privates tightly and looked very distressed and in pain.
“Sinibi... I found you...” Saria said, with what little enthusiasm she could muster up at the time.
“I'm... so glad.. you're.. mmmph” She couldn't finish her sentence, she couldn't hold her flood any longer and started spurted long jets of urine into her shorts.
Sinibi immediately flew to Saria's side as she started wetting herself.
“Saria! Quickly come over here and go!” She worriedly cried out. But it was too late, Saria was fully relieving her bladder despite the tight hold she had on her muscles and clasping her girlhood with her hands. Her urine jetted out of her opening and tickled her sensitive area with its pressure as it poured over her shaking hands. She buckled her knees and rested her hands on them as she shut her eyes tightly, trying to hold back her tears. Her shorts and underwear were becoming more and more saturated by the second, the wet spot growing all around her crotch, the front and soaking her bottom where the urine poured out in massive steams, running down her legs.
“Oh no... Saria...” Sinibi watched in horror as her companion had a major accident in front of her, but was glad there was no one else around to witness it. The fairy started regretting running away, and felt horrible for putting her through torture to find her. She landed on her shoulder and tried to comfort her the best she could as her green haired friend continued to wet herself.
“Oh Sinibi... I'm sorry... I just couldn't hold it, and I was so worried about you.” Saria said, her voice breaking up from her sobbing, though she felt a lot more relieved having completely drained her bladder's pent up liquid.
“No... I'm sorry Saria... I shouldn't have ran away... I was just so embarrassed about what I did... I thought you wouldn't want me anymore.”
Saria looked up to Sinibi, sitting on her shoulder, in disbelief, her glistening eyes looking directly into hers.
“Sin...Sinibi, how could you think that?” Saria seemed to be crying over what Sinibi said more so than her accident now. “You had an accident... it happens.. I could have helped you.” Both her and her fairy were sobbing.
“I... realize that now... I'm so sorry... will you forgive me?” Sinibi said pleadingly, knowing now that Saria would never be disappointed in her for something so trivial.
“Of course I will... your my little fairy friend... and I will always care about you as you care about me.” Saria smiled a bit, her tears drying up, her negative feelings subsiding.
Sinibi nuzzled up against Saria's face and Saria wrapped her arms around her small body, Sinibi's green aura shining a much brighter green now.
“I'm sorry I made you have an accident...” Sinibi looked down in shame.
Saria sighed, but smiled again at her fairy. “It's okay... just... promise me never to run away like that again?” Her eyes were sincere, she was more glad that Sinibi was safe to care about her lost dignity.
“I promise.” Sinibi said with earnesty and smiled, her tears had dried up too, and both females were feeling much closer to each other now.
Saria undressed behind the bush and washed herself off in the river while she let her clothes dry in the sun light before they made their way back to Kokiri forest. |
It hadn’t been long since Link’s younger sister, Aryll, had been rescued from the Forsaken Fortress, and had been sailing with Tetra’s crew ever since. She just waited for link to finish his quest so they could go back to their home on Outset Island. She was young and blonde, and had her normal blue dress with multiple flower printings on it. She sighed while looking out into the sea as the waves splashed against the ship and rocked it back and forth. The sunset was reflected in the water, and the sky began getting darker and darker as the sun went down.
Aryll felt a hand on her back. She looked behind her and saw Tetra in her usual blue vest with a red neckerchief. Her blonde hair seemed a bit shinier in the sunset’s light. “Hey, kid, something wrong?” Tetra asked knowing Aryll had only been with them a few days. “Oh hey, Tetra… I’m just worried for my brother…” she responded to her. Tetra scratched her head, trying to think for a second on what to do until she had an idea. “Well you do have nothing else to do, so you need something to keep your mind off him. How would you like to work for my crew?” Tetra offered her. Aryll was just thinking it over as the night began setting in.
“Yeah, sure… I guess,” Aryll responded as she shook Tetra’s hand and smiled. “Alright kid, though you won’t get paid as much as the rest of the crew, got it?” Tetra asked Aryll. She sighed, but she nodded, understanding why she had to get less pay. Tetra patted her on the back. “Alright, go get some sleep,” she told her before they both walked off and headed to their rooms for the night.
Aryll just lied down. She was trying to sleep but she ended up tossing and turning in her bed. She was unable to sleep because she was excited for tomorrow to start working and helping the pirates. She just sat up irritated as she began wandering the ship during the night. Soon she came across the galley and saw a pirate in green shirt with a red bandanna, putting up barrels which appeared to have grog and ale filled in them.
“Hey, Gonzo,” Aryll greeted him. Gonzo was Tetra’s right hand man for when she needed something he’d normally be the one to help. “Oh, Aryll, I didn’t know you were still up,” Gonzo responded, surprised that she was up as late as she was.
“Yeah, sorry, I just wanted a drink or something to help get me to sleep,” she responded rubbing her eye. Gonzo rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, but our water ran out. We only got grog and ale, and Tetra would tie me to the mast for a week if I let you even take a drop of that,” he said, apologizing that they had no other drinks.
Aryll sighed as Gonzo scratched his chin and snapped his fingers with an idea. He dug around in a box and pulled out a jar with Red Chu Chu Jelly in it. He handed it to her. “There you go. Normally it’s drank as a healing potion but it should quench your thirst just as good,” Gonzo claimed before walking away. He headed back to his own room, tired from the long night of working hard and to the bone like usual from Tetra.
Aryll however noticed a label on the jar, which was written, ‘This was written by The-Armored-Toad at deviantart.com, and proofread by The-Irish-Clover of deviantart.com.’ She didn’t know what it meant, thinking it was a label they put on all their potions, but she asked herself how a potion could possibly be written or proofread. She shrugged it off as she popped the cork off and began drinking it. Aryll smiled happily once she finished the red potion and put it away in the box before she headed back to bed for the night.
Early the next morning, Aryll was resting until she heard a loud creak and got shaken awake. She saw Tetra standing there in a red rain slicker jacket. “Hey, Aryll, we need some help above deck,” Tetra said to Aryll. She nodded and jumped up, not caring about her messed up hair as she put on her blue rain slicker and followed Tetra above deck on the ship. From what they saw, a heavy storm had rolled in, rain was pouring and the ship was rocking from the heavy sea’s wrath. Gonzo was trying to keep the sail steady and other crew members were trying to keep cargo from falling overboard or trying to keep the ship unharmed.
Aryll noticed a pressure from her bladder. She gulped, starting to regret the Chu Chu Jelly she had drank last night as it was starting to catch up to her. “What do you need me to do, Tetra?” she asked her in concern. Tetra pointed her to the steering wheel. “Just keep it from moving the best you can,” Tetra responded and patted her on the shoulder before running off to help her crew. Aryll gulped while climbing up the steps and got behind the steering wheel. The rain was sliding down her coat and pelting onto the floor. It just reminded her of her bladder’s growing need for relief, and it tended to remind her that it needed to go soon.
Aryll couldn’t just leave at a time like this as she saw the steering wheel about to spin. She grabbed it, gritting her teeth as she tried to keep it still. The wheel felt like it was trying to continuously turn. Aryll struggled to keep it steady, but she suddenly felt a twinge from her bladder. A spurt of urine escaped her and went into her underwear. She gasped, crushed her thighs together and threw a hand into her crotch, while trying not to lose control. The wheel’s strength was stronger than her one arm could handle and spun out of her grip. The ship radically went to the right and scraped against a rock.
“What are you doing up there!? Keep it steady!” Gonzo shouted while he was holding onto a rope, trying to tie it down. Aryll just gulped, removing her hand from her girlhood as she grabbed the steering wheel again and tried to keep it straight. She was just glad there was no water damage to the side of the ship.
It didn’t take much longer for the storm to pass as Aryll was panting. Before long she noticed Tetra and Gonzo sitting by the front of the ship after fixing the sail and getting through the storm, and they were trying to catch their breath. While they were distracted and the ship was finally at ease, Aryll lifted up her rain slicker and dress to check out her damage. She saw a dark spot on her white panties. She quickly covered them back up and blushed. Aryll didn’t hesitate to remove her rain slicker and head back down to the bathroom in the lower level of the ship.
When Aryll arrived to the bathroom, she tried to open it but groaned when the door wouldn’t open. “H-hey, who’s in there?” Aryll squealed in agony from feeling her full bladder’s pent up urine. Her urethra was burning from her pee, needing to be released desperately. “Aye, I might be in here a while,” she heard a man respond. It was Niko, another crew member on the ship who normally ran training for the crew.
Aryll just cringed, clamping her crotch with her hands and crossing her legs as she tried to hold it in while waiting for Niko to get out of the only bathroom on the ship. Usually if the boys had to go, they would go off the side of the ship, but Aryll couldn’t do that. “Ahoy, we’re docking on Windfall Island,” Tetra said as she came down to Aryll, who was just starting to have tears welling in her eyes as she straightened up, trying not to let her know of her desperate need to relieve her bladder. She stood straight in front of her.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the coffee shop to celebrate. You deserve it,” Tetra said, claiming she was taking the crew to Windfall’s Coffee Shop before planning to get supplies. Aryll gulped, thinking she could use the Coffee Shop’s bathroom, but was worried she would not be able to hold her bursting bladder during the trip. While Aryll was trying to keep her composure she accidently let out a spurt of urine that went into her underwear. She knew she had to do something or Tetra would find out. “L-let’s go then,” Aryll said nervously as she followed Tetra from behind.
As Aryll got above deck, she was having trouble keeping up with Tetra from crushing her thighs together secretly, and whenever she got a chance she’d grab her crotch with her hand as tight as she could for relief, but she was mostly gritting her teeth and trying to hold her pent up pee long enough to make it to the coffee shop. The crew had already left for it as the two began making their way through Windfall Island.
Tetra and Aryll were walking through the calm peaceful island. The town shops were open and the people were walking about on the streets. Aryll was trying to keep up with Tetra, still crushing her thighs together and slowly ending up behind a while and gulping, always having to break her legs apart and rush to catch up, but Aryll eventually stopped. Tetra heard her feet hit the ground harder than usual. When she turned around she saw Aryll clamping her crotch with both hands extremely hard while biting her lip.
“Kid, what’s wrong?” Tetra asked her. Aryll just sniffled, embarrassed to admit it but she had no choice, now that she was putting on an embarrassing display in front of her ‘captain’. “Um… I-I haven’t gone to the bathroom s-since last night, a-and I stole a Chu Chu Jelly when I got thirsty. N-niko was holding up the bathroom and I need to go… r-right now!” Aryll explained with her shrill voice how she was about to burst. Her warm urine was teasing her pee hole for release at this point.
Tetra nodded understanding her predicament as she looked around, seeing an alley nearby. “Listen, you go in the alley and I’ll just look out, in case anyone starts coming,” Tetra offered her. Aryll was unsure about it, embarrassed to go in public even if it was a secluded area. It didn’t feel right but she didn’t feel she had much a choice as another spurt of urine escaped Aryll and went into her underwear. She cringed and rushed right into the alley. Tetra kept to the front of the alley to stay on guard for her.
Aryll walked to the back of the alley in the darkest part. Before looking around she squatted down and lifted up her blue dress, seeing her very damp white panties that now had a big dark spot on the front of it. She pulled her panties down to her knees and stayed squatting, thinking she’d be able to release easily.
Aryll stayed squatting in place for a little but nothing happened, no splashing sound at all. Aryll just groaned, trying to think of something to help her release her pee. She was not used to going in public, which was what was causing her to not be able to go. She began thinking of Fossett’s running water hoses, rain and waterfalls before she felt a spurt of urine escape her urethra and splash against the ground. Aryll was about to release completely until she heard a ‘meow’ noise.
Aryll gulped, seeing a cat walking around the alley as well. Aryll tried to ignore it and continue to relieve herself but was unable to release her pee. The cat made her uncomfortable with how it watched her.
Aryll just sighed, standing up and pulling up her underwear. The warm dampness felt somewhat nice but Aryll shook it off, rushing to Tetra with her hands on her crotch. “Well are you done?” Tetra asked. Aryll shook her head, saying she wasn’t. In fact, all the thoughts of water and the spurt she had released made her need to go even more, like it was sending a false message to her brain to release her grip on her bladder. “T-there was a cat, a-and I couldn’t go,” Aryll said. Tetra sighed in disappointment. “Come on, let’s just hurry to the coffee shop,” Tetra offered. She nodded and dashed ahead with her hands on her crotch, not caring about who saw as long as she could relieve herself.
Tetra was following as Aryll slowly began leaking. She let out a spurt of urine that splashed a bit into her panties, dribbling down her leg. She groaned in agony as the warm urine ran down her left leg into her shoe. She was starting to let out longer and longer spurts of urine as Aryll let out another spurt, but it was a lot longer than the last. It nearly overflowed her panties and ended up flowing down her legs. As they arrived to the Coffee Shop, Tetra opened the door as they both entered.
Tetra’s crew was drinking happily, getting drunk on grog and ale. The splashing and seeing of the drinks made Aryll desperate as she quickly went to the worker behind the counter.
“E-excuse me! Please tell me w-where your bathroom is!” Aryll said jumping up and down with her hands jammed into her crotch tightly. A long spurt of urine escaped into her panties but they were so full now that some of the urine went through her panties and onto the floor. The worker however didn’t like it and threw her a rag. “I suggest you clean that up before I tell you anything,” the worker said, not liking how some of her urine went on the floor, but was oblivious to the fact that a lot more would be if Aryll didn’t get to a bathroom soon.
Tetra stepped forward with a stern look on her face. “Unless you want to be robbed tonight and have three of your fingers from your good hand cut off, I suggest you talk,” she threatened him. The worker became scared stiff and nodded. “U-up the steps… s-sorry ma’am, I’ll get it,” he said apologizing. Aryll just gave Tetra the rag before running upstairs of the coffee shop. She now had lost control and the flood gates had opened. A strong torrent of urine began bursting out of Aryll, beginning to soak her panties and pour into the floor. She was crying while her hands had urine running through it as well, and her socks squished from the urine starting to wet them.
Aryll got to the bathroom, crying after leaving a partial trail of urine behind. She rushed inside, closing the door behind her.
Aryll spent the next few minutes crying to herself while sitting on the basin of the toilet, peeing through her blue dress. Most of it stayed in her panties but some went into the toilet. The floor of the bathroom in front of the door from where Aryll entered had a small puddle. She had to go very badly and was surprised by how much her bladder had held.
After a few more minutes of sitting on the basin and peeing a little more, Aryll got up and went to the mirror. She sniffled, looking down and seeing a very dark patch on her regular clothing. Her blue dress, even at the back was even more soaked. Aryll’s clothing felt warm from her wetting incident. She sniffled in disgust as she began slipping her panties off. As she held them they were dripping urine. Just by the looks of it, the white panties now had a big yellow spot on them now. As she saw a trash can right beside the sink and she put her panties in it, trying to bury it under the paper towels.
Aryll heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Hey, you okay?” it was Tetra and she was asking if Aryll was alright. Aryll opened the door, with tears falling from her eyes. Tetra sighed, seeing what she feared would happen. “You didn’t make it in time,” she said. Aryll nodded completely upset. “I’m just a dumb girl who doesn’t deserve to be in your crew,” Aryll claimed, blaming herself for the accident. “You’re better than Niko, that’s for sure. Come on, let’s get back to the ship,” Tetra told her as she gave Aryll a towel. She wrapped it around herself, still upset while they walked downstairs.
Aryll was surprised to find out that Tetra’s crew were all too drunk to even care or pay attention. She felt a little better, and the workers didn’t even seem to want to look at her or Tetra. Aryll noticed it as well. “They’re acting weird,” she pointed it out while holding the towel around her lower body. “I told them I’d burn their shop down in the middle of night if they said anything,” Tetra responded with a grin while they continued their way back to the ship. They went through the most secret paths they could find by going through the alleys to the docks.
Once back at the ship, Tetra led Aryll to her room. “Alright, here you go. I got this for you while you were in the bathroom,” she said and showed Aryll a red dress that had a skull print on the side. Aryll gasped at the sight of it and smiled as she hugged Tetra like an older sister. “Thanks,” she cheered before taking the outfit and heading into her room.
A minutes later, Tetra saw Aryll come out in the red dress, smiling like she had never had an accident in the first place. The dress looked perfectly fitting as well. “I feel like a real pirate,” Aryll claimed. “Heh, of course… alright, come on. We got some supplies to get,” Tetra implied. Aryll nodded and followed her off the ship, heading to town to get their supplies for the ship.
Edited August 30, 2012 by RyuRyan
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Pokémon Jenny’s story (not officer jenny)
Ok so this is my first story I posted a little while back, and because of some mistakes I have tried to fix it.
I have been on my journey for almost a year. When I started I picked torchic to be my starter Pokémon. My friends Brendon and Samantha (we all just call her Sam) also got their Pokémon with me. Brendon picked mudkip, while Sam got treecko. We all went different ways to followed different dreams but we all met up every now and then. I also have a secret that I want to keep. You see I love wetting myself, by seeing how long I can hold my pee until I wet my panties. I have even tried holding it while I’m in gym battles or contest.
Today I decided to try and hold so at 12:00pm I started. I planned to play and after wards go to the springs in lavaridge town, so I began by having a lot of water with lunch and went train on jagged path.
At 1:30 on Jagged Pass.
“Trapinch use bite on that spoink.” I called as my Pokémon attacked and beat the spoink. “Good job trapinch you can learn crunch so you can forget bite.” I called as I tried not to hold myself in front of the other people around. I wore my favorite pair of blue jeans and top with a jacket around my waste.
“Hay Jenny how you doing” said a boy behind me scarring me to Squirt a little in my panties. As I turned around I saw that the boy was Brendon.
“B...Brendon you scared me” I said blushing a little.
“It looked like you were training pretty hard there.” Brendon said laughing “so how is your Pokémon team?”
“They are doing well, how are your Pokémon and you doing?” I asked
“Well, we just got our 6th badge and decided to celebrate at the springs” Brendon answered
“Wow I just got my 4th and was planning the same thing.” I said happy to know I now have some company.
“Well the springs don’t open until about 3:00pm so how about we have a battle to pass the time.” Brendon suggested.
“Ya but let’s find a less crowded place.” I said because I hate being around a lot of people for too long.
“Okay Follow me, I seen a clearing with no one around not too long ago.” Brendon said as he began to lead the way.
As I followed Brendon I stayed back a bit and tried to hold my pee in a bit beater but I knew I would be able to hold it till 3. I noticed Brendon was still wearing the same jacket he liked with the pin I gave him at the beginning of our journey. The pin had a Rayquaza designed on it. The fact that he had it made me happy because for the longest time I had a crush on him but have always been afraid to tell him that. But we have always been friends; He even helped me get my favorite Pokémon Ralts.
When we got to the clearing we started the 4 on 4 battles.
"Go Gardevoir” I called.
“You’re up Swellow” said Brendon, sending out the Pokémon I traded for Ralts. “Swellow use Aerial Ace”
“Gardevoir use Confusion” I called as Swellow’s attack had cased a critical hit on Gardevoir, but Swellow had become confused.
The battle was long and Brendon was wining, Gardevoir had lost to Swellow, so I used my Beautifly and he switched to Torkoal and had a one hit KO. I thin sent out Trapinch and he sent out Swellow again but Swellow was already tiered and fainted from one attack and evolved trapinch into Vibrava, but he was taken out by Swampert. After that my bladder was starting to heart but I was too focused on the battle to notes’. We thin sent out are last Pokémon my Blaziken vs. his most beautiful Pokémon, a Milotic.
“Ok Milotic use Hydro Pump.” Called Brendon and before my Blaziken could attack she was hit and slammed into a bolder.
“No Blaziken!” I cried out and ran to her.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t know it would be so powerful!” Brendon cried as he returned his Pokémon and ran after me.
When I had seen that my Blaziken was ok I relaxed and returned her.
After I accepted Brendon’s apology we started to head back to the Pokémon sinter. But I didn’t make it 20 feet when I fell on my knees and grabbed my crouch.
“Hay...hay are you ok?!” Brendon asked wearied.
“I…I…I” I stammered before I heard the hissing, and everything went quiet but the hissing. My pants were now getting completely wet. If I had been alone this would have been great but I was in front of the boy I had a Crush on and he would think I’m discussing and run off.
As tears started to fill my eyes Brendon fell to his knees and suddenly threw his arms around me and told me it was ok and to just let it all out. I didn’t know whether he was telling me I could keep on crying or to finish reliving my bladder? So I did both. After I was done he lit go of me and looked me in the eyes.
“It’s ok I won’t tell anyone about this. You’re ok” said Brendon with a smile on his face. And in that instant I kissed him. I think I scared him with that but he soon began to kiss me back. After we were done we got up and he had me give him my jacket sins it was a bit wet and he gave me his to rap around my waste. As we headed back to the sinter we didn’t talk but we healed each other's hands.
We got to the sinter and had the Pokémon healed but kept one each to tack into the springs. We both changed into bathing suits and got in with his Swampert, and my Gardevoir. We spent the entire time holding each other’s hands and talking about what has happened on our journeys. Thin we both rented a room at a hotel and got into the same bead. That’s when I asked a question I wanted to know.
“Are we now in a relationship?”
“no this is a onetime thing” he said with a blank face, and that almost broke my heart until I knottiest his lips twitching trying not to smile thin he kissed me “ of course we are so don’t worry” he said with a bright smile on his face and we both soon fell asleep.
The next morning was upsetting because Brendon had to go one way and I had to go another but he said he would call every day and would come help me beat the rest of my gym battles when he was done so we both could go to the elite 4 together. But before we left he traded me my Vibrava for his Milotic saying it will come in handy, and we went on to the next battle
I hope you like the story and please give me feedback. I want to know how I can improve for my next story.
Edited August 30, 2012 by lovegirl
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This is the next part after “Pokémon jenny's story”. Sorry if the spelling or grammar isn’t good, and like the other one I have tried to fix this story.
I am in a Pokémon contest and in the top 4. The contest is in coolness and the Pokémon I’m using is Sceptile, the trainer I’m facing has a Mightyena, and as of right now I’m scared. Not of the crowd or the Mightyena because Sceptile can beat that. What I’m afraid of is that sins 8:00 am I haven’t used the bathroom and am about to lose it in the dipper I’m wearing because of the beat I made with my friend jenny.
My name is Samantha but I prefer Sam and about one year ago my friends and I started a journey at the same time. Brendon went to go beat all the gyms and elate 4 so he can become the next Hoenn champion. I want to challenge all the Pokémon Contest and get to master rank. And jenny decided to do both. We all decided to go separate ways but we have meat up every now and then to chat. I love contests because I can wear such beautiful clothing and be on TV. I hate nights, because Dering the day my bladder is as strong as a Hariyama, but at night it's as small as a Wurmple, so at nights I have to wear pull ups. The reason why I’m wearing them under my dress now is because of what happened a few days ago.
I’m in Lilycove City. I’m here for my master rank contests and have finished 4 out of 5, the one I need to do isn’t for a few days and I didn’t have enough money for a hotel for that long, So I had to camp in the woods outside of town. As I was setting up camp my friend jenny had seen me and ran over to give me a big huge.
"Jenny what are you doing here, I thought you were trying to get a gym badge?" I asked.
"I did and now I’m going to get master rank in the contests hear before I get my 7th badge." Jenny explained.
"That’s great I just need to get the cool contest but I have to what a few days sins they only go one at a time."
"Well that’s good now we can see who can get theirs done first “jenny said
"Ya, well the contests are done for the day so how about staying with me and have some diner" I suggested.
"That sounds good" jenny said as she watched me get into my bag and try to get some food but I had just ran out of food.
"Um...jenny....um...."I said before jenny interrupted and said.
"You forgot to go shopping again didn’t you" the way my face trend red meant a yes and she busted out laughing. "Well than ill buy diner and you can lit me sleep with you while I’m hear." That is one reason I like her, she always knows what I’m trying to say and is always nice about it.
So that night we eat at an all you can eat buffet and we eat till we were stuffed. After dinner we went to the store so I could get food for the next few days and thin backed to camp. I soon realized I didn’t have anything to hide the pull ups I wore at night and I didn’t want jenny to know about them. So before bead I went to the bathroom and did my best to get all the pee out.
We went to bead about 9:30 and that’s when I had a night mare. I was running in a house trying to get away from a pack of hungry Pokémon. I soon stumbled and started to pee myself as the Pokémon then jumped on me. I than sat up and screamed.
"Sam! Sam! You’re ok it was just a dream" said jenny sitting beside me.
I was too speechless to answer her but I than remembered that I peed myself in the dream and so I shoved my hand into my crotch to find it nice and dray.
"Hay if it makes you feel beater want me to sleep next to you?" Asked jenny and I nodded. She grabbed her pillow and got under the coves with me. She remembered when we used to be kids and I had one before so she just started rubbing my back and said I would be all right. I felt really good and I soon fell asleep.
"Sam. Hay Sam weak up" said jenny as she tried to weak me.
It was probably 7 to 8 in the morning and I could hear the bird Pokémon chirping and I cud smell something bad but I couldn't place it.
"Sam, weak up. You just had an accident" she said and that got me up. I throw the covers off and seen there was a big wet spot all around me, but that wasn’t all. I could feel that my under wear was too heavy and that’s when I remembered the smell. I had not only wet the bed with jenny being right next to me but I had also just pooped myself as weal. I was so ashamed I just started crying like the baby I was.
"Hay... Hay... It’s ok. It’s ok. It was an accident and we had a lot to eat last night. Come on stop crying." after a few minutes jenny got into my bag and started pulling out some clothes. She thin got me up and moved me to the other side of the tent wear she began cleaning up the mess and left me. After 10 minutes I got up, cleaned myself with a wet rage jenny got me and got dressed. When I went outside I seen that jenny was done washing the bedding and hung it on a tree branch. It was a bit awkward that morning. thin I confessed.
"I wear pull ups." I said as fast as I can to get it over with.
"I know." Jenny replied shocking me.
"How do you know?” I asked.
"When I got you your clothes I saw the dippers. I figured you could explain later." Jenny said as she looked up at me with kind eyes and a smile.
"I can’t control my bladder at night so I wear them. But I thought it would be embarrassing to be seen in it." I said with tears forming around my eyes. Jenny just got up and sat next to me and rubbed my back saying it was ok.
For two days I watched jenny in her contests. We had fun all day and at night jenny made me wear the pull ups at night but I didn’t mind, at least I didn’t poop myself again. But I have to admit I think I liked having myself being babied by jenny. I began to wonder what it would be like to change her like a baby. That day on the beach there was a Clamperl contest. What you had to do was find a Clamperl with a big peril either on the beach or in the water and we could only use one Pokémon. The winner would get prize money, a coupon for two, and got to keep the peril. This was my best chance at getting to be able to baby jenny.
"Hay jenny how about we make this fun?" I asked.
"What, How?"
"Let’s make a bet"
"Depends on what’s at stack" jenny replied.
"How about the loser has to were my pull ups all day tomorrow and can only be changed by the winner" I decided
"Fine and it starts tomorrow morning as soon as we weak up, so no early bathroom break" replied jenny surprising me by how fast she agreed and we shuck hands.
I used Sceptile and jenny used Milotic. As the contest began we separated. I stayed on the beach while she went into the water. I had Sceptile use leaf blade to open the Clamperl's and mega drain to knock them out to get the purls. At the end the perils were measured and the one with the biggest stayed the other left. I was on the stage the longest until jenny got on and somehow beat me. I could not believe it. My plan back fired. Jenny won the contest and gave me half the prize money. With her half she took the pearl to a jeweler and had it mad into 3 necklaces that put together made the pearl. She gave me one and will give Brendon the other.
The next morning I was allowed to change my wet pull ups but that was all. After breakfast jenny got up and asked me when I would be ready.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Well today is the coolness contest remembered? The one you need to do.” Expand jenny. And she seen the terror on my face that I had forgotten all about it.
We both joined the contest and this would show how beater at contests was. I used my Sceptile and she used a new Pokémon, a Skarmory. We soon got to the top 4 and my stomach was starting to heart, wanting to push the poop out but I couldn’t do that on live TV. I soon beat my opponent and was up against jenny. I knew I was at a dis advantage sins she had a flying type but I didn’t want to louse now. As the battle cared on the presser in my bowels grew. By the end of it Skarmory used tack down and beat Sceptile but used the last of its energy and fainted so it trend into a tie. So we both won and jenny noticed my desperation and helped me get to camp wear I got my dress off and was allowed to let it go. It felt good, discussing, and wonderful, all at the same time. It felt good to finally get all of the presser form inside me out. Discussing, because it was almost over flowing! And wonderful because I have never felt this way before. Once I was done pooping I released my bladder and relaxed. When I was done I asked jenny if she could change me and she did. Jenny than treated me to a free meal with her coupon at a fence restaurant and even though I had to wear the dipper in the restaurant I began to like having it on. That night right before bed I used the dipper again and like the first time it felt good.
"J...Jenny?" I asked as jenny was changing me.
"Yes"
"I...um...was wondering ...if ...we...could....um..." I stammered.
"You want to know if we could continue this" jenny asked as she finished getting the new dipper on me. And I just nodded. She lifted me up and hugged me and said " of course my little baby Sammy"
The next morning we packed up camp and started jenny’s last contest which she won with Blaziken. We thin went shopping and grabbed a few things. Sins I finished my dream I was going to help jenny with hers. As we left Lilycove City jenny gave me a bag with new dippers in them and said "those are needed sins your other ones are too small."
Well if you liked it tell me what you think and again I’m still looking for new ideas to continue. |
This is a story of my own developing. My own characters and setting. If you steal it, you're bad. This story and its characters may not be reproduced or redistributed without the legally and explicitly expressed consent of the original author and artist, me. So haha.
This story takes place nearly eight hundred years into the future on a planet where a matriarchal race (female governed) known as the Garpakians reside. You will follow a brief telling of two young sisters who will eventually grow up to be two of the galaxy's finest heroines, but they must first overcome the double burden of childhood and having ran away from a tyrannical mother.
Kalandra watched as the ships and speeders passed by. So many ways to escape, but all out of reach. It drove her mad. She had a little sister to take care of after all.
“Alira?” Kalandra asked, “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, Kalandra. A little hungry but that’s all.” Alira responded.
Kalandra looked around the station. There frankly was no way to get what they needed, but all she wanted was enough galetas or Republic credits to get away from the planet. Kalandra jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder. An older human woman in uniform stood behind her with a partly concerned, partly upset face.
“Young ladies, how old are you? What are you doing here without your parents?”
“I’m seventeen.” Kalandra answered.
“I’m twelve.” Alira answered.
“You’re garpakians so that would make you equal to a human... eleven and eight year old?”
The girls nodded. “Were waiting for our parents to come back. They just went to the bathroom.” Kalandra lied. “We’ll be okay.”
“Very well, if you say so.” The woman said and walked off.
Kalandra turned to her sister, “Let’s not stay here. If planet security takes us in, they’ll send us back home.” Alira agreed with her sister with a slow nod, and they left the station in a hurry.
The streets of the capital city of Garpakia Prime were an easy place to get lost in if one did not know one’s way. The goldenrod buildings were massive and from the Resan sisters’ level, it nearly blocked out the sun. The girls continued onward looking for a good place to eat, but budgeting would be important. Kalandra looked in her wallet and looked inside. She had at least four hundred republic credits and about twenty would grant her and Alira enough food for one meal. She looked over at the younger girl to see her shivering and sad. Like the big sister she was, she put an arm over Alira’s shoulder.
“We’ll be all right. We’ll make it through this.” She consoled the girl, but all Alira did was bury her face in her sister’s chest and cry.
“We had to run. You understand that, right?”
Alira nodded reluctantly. In her heart, she knew that they could not have stayed with their mother. To her, she and Kalandra were property to be used in what ever way she saw fit. It had to end. She brushed her wavy blonde hair to the side and wiped her face of tears. “I’ll be fine. I have you.”
“Good. I need you too.”
The girls continued on for nearly an hour until they approached a promenade of some kind. Kalandra saw the various stores and restaurants that lined the level. They could get a cheap meal here. Kalandra looked over to Alira about to ask what she wanted when she saw they younger girl with her hand holding her... private area.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah.” Alira answered.
“Your holding your... you know what.”
“Oh!” Alira sounded genuinely surprised that someone would notice. “I’m sorry, I was just a little itchy down there.” And she proceeded to scratch the area.
“If that’s all...” Kalandra brought her sister to a small grocer instead of a restaurant to try and stock up on foods rather than pay for flamboyant meals. The line was long, the store was packed, but necessity took over. They walked around and collected a few cracker boxes, some canned foods, a couple drinks, and a bit of meat for tonight, all of which would cost roughly seventy or so credits. The line was about a half-hour wait but they got through. The girls sat down at a table outside on the promenade to eat their lunch. Making some nice snacks of cheese, meat and crackers, the girls began their quaint meal.
“We have to be careful not to spend too much money.” Kalandra warned her sister. “We might have a lot now, but who knows when we might get more.”
Alira nodded in understanding.
“We should try to save these only for when we can’t get food. That we can save the most money.” Kalandra smiled at her sister. Even the younger girl didn’t understand what she meant, she trusted her older sister to do the right thing for the two of them.
Kalandra grabbed another cracker, but lost her grip and it fell to the ground. “Not wasting that.” she said and reached under the table to retrieve the food item. As she grabbed it, she noticed Alira with her hand inside her pants and her feet moving rather rapidly, like paddles.
“Alira, do you have to pee?”
Alira shook her head. “Not really. I can hold it for a bit longer.”
Kalandra shrugged, “All right, fine.” The younger girl sounded uncertain however. She was probably just trying not to show weakness in front of her sister, because she knew that she needed to strong now, more than ever.
When the meat and cheese was gone, and they finished their juices, Kalandra packed up the remainder of their food into their little backpacks and prepared to head out again.
“We should see it we can try and get a cheap passage off of here.” Kalandra said. Alira nodded silently, but she now had both of her hands over her private area and was swaying. “Um... Alira?”
“I know, I really have to go pee now!” Alira said nervously. Kalandra shifted a little bit, and she realized she needed to go too. She surveyed the area, but it didn’t look like there were any bathrooms.
“I think you’ll have to go outside somewhere. No bathrooms here.” Kalandra said. “Just pee... over there.” And she vaguely gestured to the area behind her. Alira was confused, but she did as she was told. Kalandra was just finishing packing up the last bit of food when she heard a young boy shout:
“Eww!! She’s peeing!”
Kalandra quickly looked behind her to the slender figure of Alira’s body without any pants on. She was standing over near a fountain, holding herself down... there... and peeing in the water like a boy. Kalandra ran over to her urinating sister and shouted, “What do think your doing!?”
“Um... peeing?” Alira said confusingly.
“Why there!?”
“This is where you told me pee!”
“I meant in a place where there wasn’t people! Why would you pee in a fountain!?”
Alira just stood there, still peeing into the water, and started to cry. The image of a young girl crying and peeing while standing was... odd... to say the least. “I’m sorry!” the urinating girl sobbed. “I... I... I didn’t...”
Kalandra got up on the rim of the fountain as well and placed a hand on Alira’s shoulder. “It’s fine... you didn’t know.” Kalandra looked around, many people were staring at the half naked child as she finished peeing. “Hey, put your pants on and follow me.” Heavy-hearted and humiliated, Alira put her clothes back and followed her sister behind a building.
Here, Kalandra had her sister sit down. “Next time you have to pee outside, do this.” Kalandra unbuckled her belt and slid her pants down, followed by her panties. She stepped out of them and threw them next to Alira who was watching her bottomless sister with interest. Kalandra turned toward the wall, bent her knees a little, and held open her labia. She relaxed her lower body and felt a rushing sensation begin to leave her body, followed by a steady stream of urine flowing from her... private area. “See? You just pee on a wall or on a tree or something. Don’t do it where everyone will see you.”
“Okay... thanks sis. You’re the best!”
Kalandra pulled her pants back up, grinned at her sister and gave her a pat on the head. “We’ll be fine, lil’ sis. You’re doing just great, and somehow or another... we’ll get through this.” |
Yo, Omo-G, this one's for you! Hope ya like it! :D
On a very hot day, Anne was finally able to enjoy the waves after the beach had closed for more than two weeks. She was showing off in her sexy black swimsuit that completely covered her body (though people could partially see her butt crack). As she savors the moment, she takes a deep breath and runs at full speed straight towards the water. She liked to swim at very deep levels, usually up to seventeen feet. Today, she aims for twenty-five feet.
"I wonder what I could find under here," she said as she searches the sea floor in hope to find something good, like a shell or some pearls (or even rare jewels). Luckily, she finds a shiny black conch shell. The first thing she notices about it, though, was the fact it matched her swimsuit perfectly. She takes the conch and stuffs it in her chest, then looked for more treasure. As she swims around, she thinks back to what she had for breakfast this morning; two bowlfuls of rice cereal, three oranges, a lot of orange juice, and two Pop Tarts. She even recalls having the leftover pizza from the other night. She wondered what would be for dinner today when all of a sudden:
*BUMP*
Anne groaned as she bumped her head against another person's head. It actually turned out that they both ran into each other. Anne rubbed her head and suddenly saw several bubbles escape her mouth. Running out of air, she rushes back to the surface to catch her breath. But before she could make it, she felt a strong hand grab her leg. Fortunately, she breaks free and makes it to the surface before she lost all of her air and drowned. She was practically at that verge, too; when she got to the surface, she hacked and coughed as she spits up the water that had entered her lungs. After she was finally able to breathe well, she dives back underwater and chases the person that tried to drown her.
The chase had led them halfway back to the beach, and Anne was ready to beat the living crap out of the mysterious person. She eventually caught him, turned him around, and held him by his neck. If there were two reasons why she suddenly stopped, it were because she recognized his face, and that her bladder had suddenly filled up. It was her boyfriend Calvin. Though she was the very nice girl type, she couldn't forgive him for trying a stunt like that. She takes him to the surface and first lands a big slap onto his face, leaving a big red mark oh his cheek.
"What the hell was that for?!" Calvin shouted.
"For grabbing me knowing that I was about to drown!" Anne snapped, gasping for breath.
"But I was trying to get your attention--"
"'Get my attention'!? You could have killed me, you bastard!"
Anne, in a quite furious rage, swims off to the shore, in an attempt to resist kicking Calvin where the sun doesn't shine. But she comes back into the water in an attempt to empty her full bladder into the water, before being told to leave the beach as it was just closing for the day. She grabbed her towel and walked towards her house, but stopped halfway to look for someplace to use as a pit stop. She could feel that her bladder is going to burst soon.
"I sure hope there's a bush somewhere," Anne said, desperately trying to hold in her hot liquids. She finds a big bush in front of a small house which actually looked to be vacant. She walks towards it, but every step she took, a drop of her hot liquids had escaped from her bladder into her swimsuit. Because the swimsuit was pitch black, it would actually be hard for anyone to see any stains, not to mention that she had just came from the water at the beach, so she was already wet. Her only concern is that someone would see the stream if she releases it too soon. Sadly for her, she had only two options: wet herself in plain sight and embarrass herself, or slide her swimsuit to the side and just go and risk getting arrested for indecent exposure (her "goods" would be in plain sight). She almost wanted to go for option 1, but she could feel that someone was approaching her from behind. She thought it was Calvin again, but she knew that his house was closer to the beach. She looked in case it wasn't, and continued to creep towards the big bush when all of a sudden, she feels something touch her hip. Scared, she made a break for it, but tripped on a hole in the sidewalk and fell flat on her stomach on the concrete driveway. At that point, her bladder had let completely loose as it formed a puddle between her legs and part of her stomach and thighs. Though she was able to stop it halfway, she felt embarrassed that she wet herself in front of her house, not to mention that she discovered wounds on her legs, her thighs, her shoulders, and part of her face. What was worse, it wasn't anyone at all; it was just a leaf falling from a tree. Devastated, she limps to the front door crying, just as Calvin was showing up, who was shocked to see her walk around with open wounds all over her body.
"Don't look at me!" Anne snapped, embarrassed to the point that she didn't even want Calvin to see her like this. But she apologizes afterwards. "Sorry..."
In a heartbeat, Calvin gets a first aid kit, takes her to the bathroom, and puts bandages on Anne's wounds (after cleaning them, of course). Then he could smell the wet patch on her swimsuit. He runs his hand against it and sniffs it. It was definitely her urine. Anne began to feel aroused as she spurts out a big drop into her swimsuit, darkening them some more. She then picks him up and kisses him deeply. As she kisses him deeper and more passionately, she gently runs his hand against her privates. Feeling more aroused, she slipped his hand inside the swimsuit and ran it directly against her privates. Calvin could tell that she was aroused by how deeply she was kissing him and how she was rubbing herself with his hand. Eventually, she felt so aroused that she sprayed what was left of her bladder onto his hand as well as into the swimsuit. She almost wanted to reach her hand down his pants, but she had a better idea in mind. She took him into her bedroom and sat him onto her bed. She then started to rub her privates against his leg.
"I love you," Anne whispered into Calvin's ear as she took his other hand and placed it on one of her breasts, and suddenly remembered that she was carrying a conch in it. But then the realized that she has the most important treasure in her life right here. |
Military Discipline - Chapter 1
Contains archaic sexist views which are not those of the author(s).
Note: This takes place in an alternate universe.
Note 2: When we talk about “first-name” or “last-name” terms, we’re trying to replicate the major differences between formal and informal language in Japanese. Obviously, we’re not doing that very well.
Sergeant Mori was rarely an amicable person, but today his mood was lower than it had been since he joined the Army. It wasn't that the platoon was deploying to the front - that was a consolation. Peace on earth is an admirable goal for most, but for him it was a bore. He yearned for blood, death and carnage as much as the next man yearned for a respite from it. In only a few hours he would be on his way to a rampage of rape, pillage and destruction. But no, he wouldn't. Why? Because his commanding officer was a girl. He, a 26-year-old man at his physical prime, who could bench-press 150kg and flatten anyone else in the regiment, let alone the platoon, was subordinate to a 21-year-old girl who liked putting flowers in her hair. Yes, most of the boys liked "Captain" Tani, but that was understandable given her fantastic physique and flawless face. Yes, she excelled in fitness tests, but he bettered her in every way. He had 8 years of front-line combat experience with 80 confirmed kills. She had no combat experience beyond exercises and sparring with the others. Why had they chosen her over him? "Leadership skills". Didn't he have leadership skills? He could control a group of men better than anyone he knew. A popular leader does improve morale, but a leader who would kill his own men unarmed without hesitation does tend to instil obedience more than any other. No impartial judge could possibly consider this to be fair. But no one objected. Why? Because "Captain" Tani was a girl. The first female officer in a combat unit was a "great advance in women's rights" for the Empire. Why should the Empire even use girls as soldiers? Had they suddenly run out of men? They even set the fitness criteria lower for them. Was this an army or a nursery? He had requested a transfer to another platoon, but had been declined. Why? "We see no reason why a man should not take orders from a female officer. Please place your archaic views aside and accept a necessary change." He had burnt the reply with his cigar lighter. He used the same lighter to ignite a pungent Turkish cigar and brought it to his mouth. After singeing his lips he realised that "it" referred to the cigar, not the lighter, and brought that to his mouth instead. As the smoke destroyed his lungs he closed his eyes and thought of his brilliant plan to assert his superiority. He remained in this trance for several minutes before remembering that plans have to be acted upon to work.
Sgt. Mori looked at his wristwatch and noted the time - 13:00. The aircraft was leaving in an hour. Everyone else had gone to the mess to get their last proper meal for some time. He stood up, stretched and began his brief walk to the mess. He chuckled as he fondled the bottle in his pocket. Though he despised Captain Tani in person, he was also drawn to her beautiful body. And what better way is there to savour a woman's body than to humiliate her? In most cultures there are few things more humiliating than wetting oneself as an adult. He remembered how he used to spike girls' drinks with diuretics and watch them squirm, then pee, then cry. He still had the videos, and masturbated to them most evenings. Strangely, he had never had a long-term girlfriend. Now Captain Tani was going to meet exactly the same fate. Even the most vehement feminist would have to admit that it is much more difficult for women to relieve themselves than men. And poor little Captain Tani was going to have her humiliation filmed and uploaded to every pornographic website Sgt. Mori could think of, which was quite an extensive list. Already his fantasy had given him a big enough erection that he bent over slightly. His trousers were too loose to really show it. He regained his composure and swung open the mess doors like a gunslinger in an extremely clichéd western. Almost every head turned towards him. He found Captain Tani's, easily identifiable due to its feminine features and the flower on it, and walked towards her.
Captain Tani had been enjoying a pleasant day playing football (soccer) and talking with her friends, her enjoyment greatly enhanced by a lack of Sgt. Mori’s malevolent presence. Sitting round the table with her were 3 of her 4 closest friends, along with several others. She was the only woman in the platoon, but that did not bother her much. She had always preferred to be with boys from a young age anyway. For anyone reading beginning to hope she was gay, she wasn’t. Sitting next to her and holding her hand was Private Yamashiro Yoshihiko, whom she, along with others, affectionately referred to as “Yoshi”, even though he didn’t remotely resemble a green dinosaur often ridden by Italian plumbers. He was tall, muscular and handsome, and would doubtless have received considerable female attention if there were more females around. As it was, the only attention he received beside Captain Tani’s was that of the man next to him, Private Shimuzu Takahiro, a true bishonen who was so effeminate that many had mistaken him for a woman, and who had also taken to wearing flowers in his hair before literally having the shit beaten out of him by Sgt. Mori in the showers. Mori had received nothing more than a caution for this incident. Despite this, Takahiro had regularly showed courage and integrity, and was liked, if not loved, by most of the platoon. Sitting on the other side of the table was Corporal Park Ki-sung, who, as you should hopefully be able to tell from his name, was Korean. He was a quiet man who operated radios, computers and other equipment, but had a suppressed violent edge few wished to reveal. The fourth, absent man was Medical Officer Saigo Shinsaku, who hardly ever came to the mess and preferred to stay outside.
The one thing these 4 people all had in common, and what set them apart from the others, including MO Saigo, was that they were all virgins. Captain Tani, or Yuko as her friends knew her, had stated aged 18 that she intended to abstain until marriage, and had never doubted that statement since. Yoshihiko had made a similar pledge, met with considerably more scorn. The other 2 had never had the opportunity to relieve themselves of their virginities, much as they had wished to. By many people’s standards Captain Tani was very proper; she never masturbated and was repulsed by pornography. Even her style of speech was somewhat old-fashioned. Yoshihiko was somewhat more liberal in his approach to abstinence; while he was also opposed to pornography, he did occasionally pleasure himself while fantasising about his commanding officer. Theirs was an unusual relationship in that he wielded more physical power, but she was in a higher position of authority and commanded him both on and off duty. Unlike Sgt. Mori, he did not resent this position. In today’s society might is not always right, even in the military, and the struggle for women’s rights is essentially about removing that perception.
Another thing all 4 had in common was a level of intelligence far above average. Before Sgt. Mori had entered they had been engaged in a conversation about women’s position in Imperial society. Besides a few comments at inappropriate times, the other men did not participate in this conversation, and continued to brag about how many girls they could fit on their 30cm dicks at once. Mori’s entry had silenced the entire room. She sat perfectly straight in her chair, as always, and expressed as much authority as she could with a flower in her hair. Her relationship with most of the platoon was on first-name terms, but with him it was a matter of seeming as powerful as possible.
“Good afternoon, Sergeant.”
“Good afternoon, Captain.”
“Do you want anything, or are you just trying to ruin my afternoon?”
“I simply wanted to wish you good luck, Captain.”
“That’s surprisingly nice of you, Sergeant.”
“I’ll get you a drink if you want.”
Captain Tani felt a pang of fear. Was he really planning to – no, surely not. Still, it was best to refuse.
“No, thank you. I don’t want to be dashing for the latrines more than I have to.”
“Well, that’s fine with me. But I know how much you like decent beer, and I’ve got some for you.”
She did miss relaxing with a cold beer often, but not enough to risk sexual assault. Besides, only a fool would drink on duty.
“As I said, no. Not now.”
“I’ll be over here if you want me.”
Sgt. Mori sidled over to a corner table and sat on a bench. Everyone else deserted the table immediately and migrated to the other side of the room. He hadn’t expected Captain Tani to fall for that, and his second plan was much better prepared than his first.
Captain Tani turned back to her friends and resumed the conversation.
“I have to admit, Sgt. Mori terrifies me.”
“We’re all terrified, Yuko,” said Takahiro.
Her voice dropped quieter.
“It’s worse for me. You’re afraid of being beaten up. I’m afraid of being violated.”
Yoshihiko held her hand a little tighter. His voice was almost paternal.
“Even Sgt. Mori wouldn’t dare to do anything to you, Yuko. Not while we’re with you.”
Captain Tani was slightly indignant. She was as independent as any man she knew.
“I don’t need to be guarded, Yoshi! I can look after myself!”
Silence descended again. Sgt. Mori’s presence had dimmed the atmosphere considerably. Takahiro, as often, attempted to raise the mood.
“Do you think we should go outside? Get away from him?” He pointed towards Sgt. Mori as if he was some kind of Lovecraftian abomination. Captain Tani soundly agreed.
“Good idea.”
The 4 of them got up and walked outside, and most of the platoon followed. Sgt. Mori was left alone in the corner, drawing on a pungent Turkish cigar. It was time for his second, better-prepared plan to be deployed. He fondled the bottle in his pocket again. Through the smoky haze he lusted over images of Captain Tani grabbing her crotch and squealing in distress. Smoking since the age of 13 had not yet prevented his penis from extending to a length of 25cm. After a few minutes of this blissful fantasy he too got up and shuffled out of the door.
As was usual in the Imperial Army, Sgt. Mori was also the quartermaster, and consequently had control of all the platoon’s supplies, weapons and food. Besides Captain Tani and MO Saigo, he was the only man allowed to enter the storehouse alone, and had severe punishments in place for anyone else trying to embezzle some additional rations. Unfortunately for him, the boys were too frightened of him to ever break his rules, so he never had the chance to deploy Field Punishment No.1, or get out his cat of nine tails. He had often fantasised about punishing Captain Tani in these ways, but these fantasies remained impossible, since not only was she his “superior” in rank she was also impeccably behaved and always followed rules to the word. Still, she was going to be punished today. Her crime? Being a girl. Was it fair? Absolutely. He unlocked the storehouse door and entered. Only at this point did he realise that he had not actually eaten anything in the mess. A combination of the hormone-suppressing effects of nicotine and his obsession with humiliating his CO had distracted him. He’d make up for it on the aircraft. Before his mind could become distracted again he stuffed a bag of rice, along with some other food items he did not bother to identify, into his pack. Now his attention could turn fully to his plan again. Unfortunately, his brilliant second plan did not go past “go to the storehouse and think”, and now he was unsure of what to do.
Captain Tani was rightly very cautious of accepting drinks from men, and always carried her water canteen with her. It wasn’t going to be easy to get her to consume the diuretics. Once she did consume them, though, the work was done. Within 2 hours she’d be wetting herself like a pre-schooler. He sat down on a crate and lit another cigar. Looking down and reading “High Explosive”, he leapt up, ran across the room and sat on a crate of medical supplies instead. How could he get this little bitch to take the diuretics? He looked down at the crate. Medical supplies. This was where he’d got the diuretics in the first place. Medical supplies. He stood up and opened the crate. There were a variety of bottles of pills and potions there, and to his layman’s eye they would all have seemed alike, if not for the useful labels MO Saigo had put on them so he could tell them apart. The labels gave the name of the drug, which he could neither understand nor remember, and then its effect and the ailments it treated. Various forms of diuretics were there, some like the ones in his pocket. He stared into the box for a while, then finally developed a plan that might actually work. He remembered that Captain Tani suffered badly from air sickness, and that she usually took pills before flying. Those pills very closely resembled some of the diuretics. If he put diuretics into the bottle for air sickness tablets, no one would be able to tell…He admired his own brilliance. This plan might actually work. Cute little Captain Tani might not make it to the bathroom…He opened the bottle of air sickness tablets, poured them onto the floor and poured in the diuretics. He screwed the lid shut, slammed the crate lid down, opened the storehouse doors and ran towards the MO’s office without locking them. About halfway there, he realised, turned back, locked the doors and ran back again. Captain Tani and her friends, now including MO Saigo, were watching this with some amusement.
MO Saigo was tall, thin and handsome in a certain way. Unlike the others he was at age 28 married to an exceptionally good-looking girl 7 years his junior, and had 2 young children with her. His occupation necessitated that he did not see them very often, so he was often lonely and morose. At this time, though, he was somewhat jocose, and joined in laughing at Sgt. Mori. As Mori entered his office through the back door, though, his smile vanished and he ran over towards him. He was probably trying to steal chloroform again. Thanks to his slim figure MO Saigo was an excellent runner over middle and long distance, but his sprint speed was poor.
Previously Mori had repeatedly asked him to prove that Captain Tani was unfit for service, and each request had been met with a prudent reply that if she could not serve, then neither could 50% of the male members of the platoon, since she exceeded them in physical tests. Mori was unsatisfied with this and thought that they should be discharged as well, for being less powerful than a woman. Saigo had no response for this other than that if Mori wanted to improve his fitness, he could stop smoking 20 cigars every day. Mori then would leave, thinking of what he’d do to Captain Tani if he had a chance. The 2 men were not friends, and still referred to each other by last names.
When MO Saigo entered his office he found Sgt. Mori spinning round on his swivel chair smoking yet another pungent Turkish cigar.
“Sergeant, please give a good reason why you’re polluting my office and destroying my chair.”
Sgt. Mori was unfazed.
“I was just checking that you had all the medication required. I am the quartermaster, you know.”
“And if I check my shelves, all the drugs will still be there?”
“Yes. Besides, I’m the quartermaster now. If I wanted to steal anything I could just take it from the storehouse.”
Previously MO Saigo had been unsure if Sgt. Mori had actually realised that. He walked over to the cupboards, opened them and took stock of all his drugs. All seemed to be present. He closed the cupboards again.
“Well, if you’re done, please leave.”
Sgt. Mori stood up and walked outside. A smug, sadistic smile crawled across his face. Poor little Captain Tani was going to have a little accident in her underwear…and it would all be on film.Reviews and comments are welcome. The second part will come within the next few days. We can't give an exact date. |
Military Discipline – Chapter 1 cont.
Contains more bigoted sexism.
Note: Difficulties with translating honorifics, levels of formality and other intricacies have led to some difficulties. Please try to understand our efforts.
MO Saigo followed Sgt. Mori out of his office and locked the door. What had he been doing in there? He ran back to Captain Tani and her other friends.
“What was Sgt. Mori doing?”
“Taking stock, supposedly. I don’t know what he was actually doing. He wasn’t stealing, anyway.”
Captain Tani looked at her wristwatch.
“That reminded me. Shinsaku, I need my air sickness tablets. Please could you get them for me?”
When she requested things in that way it was too easy to forget she was an officer, not a schoolgirl.
“Of course. I’ll get them for you.”
MO Saigo ran back to his office, unlocked the door, took the air sickness tablets, began to run back, realised he had forgotten to lock the door, turned back, locked it and ran back to Captain Tani. Sgt. Mori, who was watching all this from the shadow of some nearby trees, quietly chuckled.
“Thanks.”
Captain Tani took the tablets and put them in one of her numerous trouser pockets.
“It’s not long before we go now. I’ll go back to my room and get my stuff.”
Yoshihiko followed her.
“I’ll go and get my stuff, too. And I’ll carry yours if you want.”
Captain Tani smiled.
“You don’t need to. I’m as strong as the average man.”
“As you repeatedly tell us. But I’m a lot stronger than the average man. And besides, shouldn’t a private carry his officer’s kit for her?”
“No. As I’ve told you many times before, I don’t need any special treatment because of my gender.”
“You can carry my stuff if you’d like to.” Yoshihiko did not merit Takahiro’s request with an answer.
Seeing the rest of the platoon slowly drifting back to the dormitories, Sgt. Mori followed them.
Most of the platoon slept in shared rooms of 4 bunks. There were some exceptions. Captain Tani had her own room, primarily because of her rank and secondarily, though she would never admit it, because of her gender. MO Saigo usually slept in the swivel chair of his office. Sgt. Mori used a shared room, but since no one was prepared to share with him he had all 4 bunks to himself. Consequently, he had the privacy to pleasure himself to the internet’s vilest pornography whenever he wanted to. As he entered his squalid room, with suspicious stains on the walls, he was salivating in the anticipation of the arousal that was to come. He laughed at the pathetic innuendo in the previous sentence and turned to the mirror he had installed by his bed. If his filthy yellow teeth and filthier sexuality were discounted, he would have been quite attractive. As it was, he was hideous. He collected his kit and rifle, walked out of the room and slammed the door shut so it became unhinged and fell backwards. After a few selected expletives, he leaned against the wall and returned to his fantasies.
Captain Tani, meanwhile, had returned to her perfectly ordered and considerably larger officer’s room, complete with its own bathroom, which would have made a textbook example look shabby. After rising at 6:00 every morning she always checked that her kit, rifle and uniform were in impeccable condition before running several laps round the base, going to the gym for a workout, taking a short, cold shower and finally calling the platoon for breakfast at 7:00. In short, her behaviour was flawless. Even perfectly-behaved soldiers need to relieve themselves sometimes, though, and Captain Tani decided to avail herself of a decent bathroom while it was available. She removed her trousers and underwear, sat down and released herself, sighing in relaxation. Unlike most of the boys, she wore a bra and panties under her uniform, mainly to prevent chafing, and also to prevent any embarrassing stains if her period started. Since she could voice an opinion she had always preferred to dress practically (unlike Kimiko) and felt most at ease in loose trousers and boots. Her tunic had to be designed especially for her, for obvious anatomical reasons the author hopes he doesn’t have to explain. Other than that, and the flowers she put in her hair to retain some traditional femininity, she was dressed exactly like a man. And that, in her view, was how it should be.
After finishing she got up, flushed the toilet, washed her hands with the precision of a surgeon who does not work at the author’s hospital (I often have to remind them to wash under their nails) and cleaned her teeth. This was the last chance she had to correct her appearance, so she wanted it to be perfect. For her, that was not too difficult. As she looked into the bathroom mirror she felt a sudden urge to describe her exceptional beauty in the most florid language known to woman, but suppressed it, not wanting to ruin a decent omorashi fiction with a torrent of purple prose. It sufficed to say that she was tall, toned and orgasmically attractive.
She took her water canteen and filled it from the tap. She took out the tablets which MO Saigo had given her and swallowed 2 of them with the water. She’d suffered badly from air sickness since she could remember, an ailment which was further exacerbated by her fear of flying. She was very grateful for MO Saigo’s pills. This time, though, her gratitude was not deserved. These tablets were not going to give her an easier journey. They were only going to make things much, much tougher. Captain Tani was, blissfully or otherwise, unaware of this, and walked out of the room with her rifle over her shoulder and her helmet under her arm.
Yoshihiko was waiting in the corridor, with the others.
“Changed your mind about me carrying your stuff for you?”
“I haven’t.” Takahiro thrust his rifle into Yoshihiko’s hands. Yoshihiko thrust it back to him, causing him to stagger back.
Captain Tani smiled at the homoerotic innuendo of the previous sentences and looked at her wristwatch.
“Come on, boys. It’s time to go down to the airstrip.”
The party walked down the corridor, passing Sgt. Mori on the way. Captain Tani didn’t like seeing him idle, and decided to order him to round up the others.
“Sergeant!”
“Yes, sir?”
Captain Tani stopped and turned round. The others stopped with her.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do I look like a man to you?”
“Well, no.”
“Then why are you calling me sir?”
“Because you’re a girl doing a man’s job.”
Captain Tani didn’t know whether to feel complimented or insulted. She chose insulted.
“Sergeant, there aren’t “women’s jobs” and “men’s jobs” anymore. Clearly the Colonel could not find any man better than me to command this platoon, including you, so he chose me. Being a woman is no longer a disadvantage-“
“No, it is.”
Now she was genuinely insulted.
“Don’t interrupt me, Sergeant. Being a woman is no longer a disadvantage-“
“No, it is.”
Captain Tani was rapidly becoming furious. Her hands were already tightening into fists.
“Sergeant!”
Sgt. Mori placed his hand on her shoulder. His voice dropped to the patronising tone of a schoolmaster addressing a miscreant girl. The acrid smoke of Turkish cigars blew round her face and brought tears into her eyes, adding to those already there. One thing she truly hated about herself was that she cried when she was angry. She had to maintain a position of authority. She took deep breaths and forced the tears back as Sgt. Mori began. If Sgt. Mori saw her cry, that would only give more proof of his superiority.
“Sssh. Calm down, Yuko. Let me explain. Now, at the moment you are very angry, and probably feel like punching me. The reason why you’re not is that you know that if you attack me, you will probably end up on the floor in a puddle of your own pee. I’m not going to attack you, either, because I know that all your friends will jump on me and pulverise me in seconds if I do. So the reason we’re not fighting right now is mutually assured destruction. And that is the basis of all power. Why do people obey the law? Because the police will arrest them if they don’t. But the police can’t arrest everyone. If everyone broke the law, then the police could do little to stop them. Their power is little more than an illusion. Have you ever ridden a horse, Yuko?”
Captain Tani was still too occupied with holding her tears back to do anything but answer him.
“Yes, I have.”
The rest of the platoon were unsure of what to do. Obviously Captain Tani was in no real danger, but they couldn’t just allow her to be taunted like this. Or could they? Couldn’t she look after herself? Wasn’t she an independent woman? None of them knew how close she had come to crying. To them, she was still as strong and solid as before. Yoshihiko was straining to dash forward and grab his girl, but he knew that was not what she wanted. She could handle this…couldn’t she?
“A horse is much stronger than a man. I would stand no chance against a horse in single combat. But you, a little girl who cries so easily, were able to control it and command it. Why? You projected an illusion of power. As for horses, so for men. To keep these cowering cretins under your control, you need to seem powerful. I can do that. Every man here has at least a slight feeling of fear towards me. But you? The only reason these boys obey you is that they hope you’ll suck their microscopic dicks if they’re well-behaved! When we go into action, your boys will desert you like a listing liner, and you’ll be left alone under enemy fire! Is that what you want, or do you want a man in command? Come on, Yuko! You’re supposed to be responsible!”Note: That was a hastily-written and poor example of a “Vasily lecture”. I may use that term again.
Sgt. Mori was shaking Captain Tani violently, and his eyes were full of malice and cruelty. If his trousers had been transparent, the length of his stretching penis would have stunned a porn model. Captain Tani finally regained her composure and spoke. The tears were gone. She needed an illusion of power, and that was what she was projecting now.
“Sergeant, that was the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life. You’re going to apologise to me, and you’re going to do it now. Get down on your knees.”
Sgt. Mori stopped shaking her and stared, incredulous, into the eyes he had seen glimmering with tears only seconds before. Captain Tani pointed to the ground.
“Get down on your knees and apologise.”
Mori looked from left to right. The faces of the platoon were not on his side. Most of them had never heard Captain Tani swear before, and few of them could have withstood Sgt. Mori’s lecture without crying. Yoshihiko’s anguished frown became a smile. Captain Tani could deal with Mori. Sgt. Mori, grimacing as he did, knelt down on one knee and took a deep breath.
“I apologise, Captain.”
There was a slight delay.
“Now, can we go and get on that fucking transport plane? It must have been on the tarmac for half an hour.”
“Get up, and go to the back.”
Sgt. Mori followed her orders. That little bitch had humiliated him. The three words of that apology felt like spitting out blazing coals. The faces of the platoon were glowering at him. Well, she was going to suffer some severe humiliation herself in a couple of hours – humiliation that would make the men forget his entirely.
As Sgt. Mori traipsed to the back of the line, Captain Tani walked in front of her men, her head held high and proud, still sporting a flower. Yoshihiko walked up beside her and put his arm around her.
“Are you OK, Yuko?”
“I’m fine! I can handle Sgt. Mori. Even he wouldn’t dare to actually strike me in front of you boys.”
“I’m just checking you’re OK. You looked like you had tears in your eyes.”
“Tears? No, it’s just my natural sparkle.”
Both of them laughed.Reviews and comments are welcome. We're sorry this is a little shorter than the first post, but we wanted to get it up before bed and it's after 1:00, so we posted what we'd done so far. |
Oof! Malley sat down hard on the turf. Rats! That standing back flip still trips her up. Double rate! Malley has wet her spankies. She felt the long squirt in the crotch of her spankies when she sat down. Now she feels the wetness -- between her legs, under her bottom. Fudge! It was going to be a long game.
Malley loved cheerleading. She started in third grade and made the squad every year through Middle School and into High School. Yes, Malley loved cheerleading, but her weak bladder was a constant concern and fear. Yellow dampness in the crotch of her panties was not at all unusual. In fact, Malley kept extra panties in her locker, just in case. Cheerleading was a mixed blessing. Spankies held erant moisture better than panties alone; but the rigors of cheering put additional strain on her bladder, with frequent wet results. Thank Heaven for Navy Spankies! Pee stains just don't show -- much. Still, wet spankies are wet spankies, and Malley wished her's were dry.
It was a cool evening, especially inside Malley's wet spankies. Her crotch was chapping; her bottom was rubbing raw. And it was still the first half.
Jeez Louise, not another penalty! Please, please, please get on with the game! I need to go to the bathroom! Six minutes and twenty-two seconds till half time; then the half time routine; then the bathroom. Come on, Refs; give me a break. What! Another time out! Damn!
Finally, the half ended, and the cheer squad took the field for their routine. It was spectacular. Malley performed her standing back flip perfectly. Now the triple tower. Duck soup, except for Frannie. Frannie knew about Malley's weak bladder, and was always on the lookout for pee stains on Malley's spankies, and always ready to broadcast the news to the rest of the squad. A few girls snickered, most sympathisized and even whispered about their own accidents. But Frannie was mean, just plain mean. "Your spankies look a little damp today, Malley; did we have a peepee accident." Give me a break.
Malley was slender and light, perfect to be a fly girl. Frannie was large and strong. She was underneath, holding Malley's left foot, looking up, examining her spankies. O well, no help for it; let's just get on with the routine.
Malley's fears were well founded. Frannie did detect her wet spankies; she did broadcast the news; Malley was -- as usual -- embarrassed. Routine completed, Malley ran to the restroom, praying the toilets weren't all occupied, praying the hot air hand dryer was working.
"You okay?" Tarlton's deep voice sounded genuinely concerned. "I saw you running for the bathroom; bad day?" Tarlton knew of Malley's problems. They had been friends since grace school. Now they were dating. Wet panties? No problem. Tarlton loved her anyway. "Malley, you're my girl, wet or dry." Malley loved Tarlton.
"I missed my back flip and sat down hard; you know what happened." Tarlton nodded, slipping his arm around Malley's waist. He smiled down at her. It would be okay.
"Frannie still ragging you?" Malley nodded. "You need to fix her wagon, Malley." Easier said than done. Tarlton sensed Malley's doubts. "Why don't you pee in her?" he suggested. Malley elbowed his ribs. "Ouch! I'm serious, Malley; pee runs down hill. You're the fly girl; get up there and just let go."
Malley savored the thought. But, no; Malley could never bring herself to pee on Frannie -- no matter how much she deserved it. Malley would just have to grin and bear it.
"Trust me," reassured Tarlton. Frannie's day is coming. Malley smiled weakly, but she doubted that day would ever come.
But, Frannie's day did come. Among Frannie's many meannesses was a predelection to think everything was hers. Your pencil? Better keep it in your napsack; if Frannie ever gets her hands on it, you'll never see it again. Even lunches weren't safe. Yesterday, Malley pulled an apple from her lunch bag, only to have Frannie grab it away. "Thanks, I like apples," said Frannie, prissing off. Bitch!
Today, some careless student left four brownies in a plastic bag on top of the lockers. Malley watched Frannie wolf down the brownies. Some poor soul will have no dessert at lunch. Malley spotted Tarlton watching from down the hall. He winked; then disappeared into a classroom, as the bell sounded.
The cheerleaders took the field at 6:45. The game started at 7:00. Time to whip up the fans. Ra! Ra! Ra! The girls performed with grace and skill. Malley even did her back flip, and still had dry spankies! Yesssss!
But Frannie seemed not to be feeling well. She kept holding her stomach. But no one asked Frannie if she was okay; no one cared. Life can turn cruel for the cruel.
The first half passed, and the cheerleaders took the field for their half time routine. Just as the girls were building their tower, Frannie grabbed her stomach and ran off the field. Malley nearly fell on the ground, as did the other fly girl. What the hell. Frannie was running flat out. Now here gait changes, Frannie grabs the back of her spankies. She skips a step, then runs on, holding her bottom.
On the bus ride home, Frannie sat alone. She held a tightly wrapped plastic bag, and wore too large gray sweat pants under her cheer skirt.
Tarlton was waiting, as Malley bounded off the bus. "Tarlie, you'll never guess what happened to Frannie."
"Frannie? Wait, let me guess: Did she poop her spankies?"
Malley's mouth flew open. "You saw?"
Tarleton smiled. "No, but I made the brownies."
Malley pondered for just a moment, then burst out in bladder-burstin g laughter, grabbing her crotch.
"Little peepee accident, Love?" asked Tarleton, slipping his arm around Malley's waist.
Tarleton smiled, and they walked off together into the parking lot.
Malley giggles and looked up at Tarleton wioth dancing eyes. "At least it wasn't number two," she said |
Izumi was on her way home from school. She was dressed in her school uniform; a pleated grey skirt, a white blouse and a blue jacket. She was a Japanese girl. Her parents had moved to France, where she was born. Her parents died in a traffic accident, when Izumi was five years old, and she was then adopted by a French couple, who hadn't any children of their own. Now she was fourteen years old, a very cute little girl.
It was a rather long way home, but Izumi mostly preferred walking to going by bus. There was so much to look at and fantasize about on the way. She was a very imaginative girl and indulged herself in long daydreams. Especially she used to concoct long and detailed stories about herself as a girl, living in Japan. She'd never been in Japan but she read a lot of it, and had decided, that one day she would go there.
On her way home she crossed a large park. It was a part of her way, which she liked very much. It was such a beautiful park with big trees and flowers of all colours. But especially she liked the many statues in the park. She fantasized about them getting alive and participate in her daydreams, doing all sorts of remarkable things!
On her way she felt an increasing need to pee. But it was a feeling that didn't bother her. Actually she kind of loved that feeling. She was a real computer geek, and used to browse the internet a lot. And since she this last year had got in to her puberty, she'd become curious about the sex sites, which she now and then stumbled over on the net. And by a chance she'd come across something called "omorashi". At first she thought it to be very curious. How come it would be such a wonderful experience, as they alleged, to wet oneself? But she was curious about it, as omorashi was a Japanese term, and as it obviously seemed to be something, that many Japanese loved. It seemed almost to be some sort of a life style for many. When she read about omorashi, she began to become more and more excited, and even more so when she viewed pictures and videos. She also noticed, that omorashi seemed to be rather common among lesbians. She had herself been certain, that she was lesbian years ago.
Anyway, she got convinced, that she should give omorashi a chance! So, one evening after dark she sneaked out. She'd prepared herself by drinking a lot of coca cola and she felt an increasing desperation coming on. She'd planned to go to a small park near her home. But she didn't come so far. Immediately as she'd left the house, she had to stop and put a hand against her crotch and press. She crossed her legs. A man and a woman came towards her. She gave them a troubled smile, when they passed, looking at her. Then she tried to walk a couple of steps. Well, she shouldn't... At once she felt a spurt of pee hit her panties! And then a few moments of dribbling... An other spurt, more forceful this time. So strong that it splashed down under her skirt between her legs, which she by now had opened. Then a steady stream began, which never seemed to cease. A young woman passed her from behind and then stopped, turned around and looked at her for a moment before she went on.
Izumi felt both very aroused and very happy! She'd never felt something so wonderfully! When she was finished, she went back home and straight in to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet seat and began at once to stroke her pussy upon her wet, still dripping panties. It was less than a minute until she got the sweetest orgasm ever! And she didn't stop caressing her pussy. She came over and over again! Eventually she became aware of knocks at the door and her adoptive mother's voice:
"Izumi! Are you ill?"
More or less breathless, she answered, that she was alright.
Now back to Izumi's walk home from school. As she walked through the park, she got more and more desperate. It was starting to hurt, and when she saw a park bench, she went there and sat down. She tried to press a hand under her waistband to reach her pussy, but her abdomen was so swollen from her over-filled bladder, that she had to unbutton her skirt first. She put her hand against her pussy and began to rub in circular movements. It eased her pain a little. She continued. She felt her panties moisten. It was beginning to feel good now! She panted more and more heavily and some occasional moans slipped through between her lips. The world around her faded away. She wasn't aware of, that a well dressed woman, maybe about twentyfive years old, had sat down beside her. And when the woman placed a hand on one of her thighs and stroke upwards, she felt it, but in her dizzy mind it only felt natural. Very nice and natural. The two hands began to co-work in the - for Izumi - most wonderful and exciting way! Izumi was petting her engorged and stiff clit and the woman concentrated to push Izumis panties in between her labias with two of her fingers.
Suddenly Izumi raised her hips high up! She moaned and groaned and her hips rocked to and fro, when an earth-quaking orgasm hit her! And an other! Which also opened the sluices, forcing her pee to launch, drenching her panties completely! The small Japanese girl's body shook and writhed. Suddenly she became aware of the woman and threw herself over her, kissing her passionately! Izumi was in a state of ecstasy, she pulled up the woman's skirt with a violent movement and, before the woman had time to react, Izumi vehemently caressed her pussy!
At that moment the woman discovered people coming in their direction. Reluctantly she moved away Izumi's fondling hand and pulled down both their skirts. She gripped Izumis shoulders and shook her gently until she began to come to her senses. The woman stood up.
"You're a sweet girl", she whispered and kissed Izumi on her forehead. "I'll never forget you!" And then she went away.
Izumi continued her way home on shaky legs, her panties still dripping. |
"Mr. Stein! Mr. Miller! Just what do you think youi're doing?"
Mr. Norris, our Middle School Principle, knew what we were doing; it was obvious. We were peeking through a small hole in the painted window of the girls' locker room -- a definite no no.
My heart stopped. A dark stain spread down the front of Iggy's pants. Crap! I'm wetting my pants, too.
"My office, now!" Mr. Norris marched is down the hall. We carried our books in front of us, just in case anyone else was in the hall. I felt another squirt in my underpants. Please, please, bladder, not now! My bladder, however, was paying no attention.
We arrived at Mr. Norris's office. My pants were wet to the cuff on my left leg. Iggy's stain was still spreading. We were both making little pee pools on the hardwood floor. Mr. Norris stood before us, watching.
"I hope you boys are finished peeing on my floor," said Mr. Norris, glancing from Iggy's eyes to mine. I thought I had, but, no, I still had a squirt to go. Now I was finished.
"What do you boys have to say for yourselves?" Iggy and I hung our heads. "I said, 'What do you boys have to say for yourselves?'" Mr. Norris was really mad. "Mr. Stein?"
"Nothing, Sir."
"Don't lie to me, boy; tell me what you were doing peeping in the window of the girl's dressing room."
"W-watching the girls, Sir."
"O, so you were watching the girls, were you? Were you watching the girls, too, Mr. Miller?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I see. Two peeping toms -- what should your punishment be?" I prayed it would be no worse then hanging. "I'll have to think about this." Mr. Norris stroked his chin.
The bell rang; students filled the hall. "Go down to Miss Cannon and get your pants changed," ordered Mr. Norris. When we hesitated, he added, "Now!"
We hit the hall, trying to make ourselves invisible. Fat chance. "Look, Tory peed his pants!" All eyes found my tell tale stains. My face burned. We broke into a run. "No running in the hall!" This from Mrs. Haynes. We slowed to a walk. Iggy was crying. Me? I was just about to die.
"O my; did you boys have a little peepee accident in your pants?" You think, Miss Cannon, I muttered to myself. Just give us some sweats and let us change.
"Mandy," Miss Cannon called. A tall girl wearing a TCHS sweatshirt appeared.
"Yes, Miss Cannon."
"Take these boys into room three, please, and get them changed." Mandy raised her eyebrows. "Mandy, if you're going to be my Nurse's Assistant, you may as well get used to working with boys as well as girls.
"Yes, Miss Cannon." To Iggy and me, "Come this way.
Mandy ushered us into room three and closed the door. "How old are you boys?" Mandy asked. We told our ages. "You're pretty old to be peeing your pants, arn't you?"
"We were just...Oof!" I elbowed Iggy into silence.
"Yes, Mam; it was an accident." I hoped this would close the inquiry.
"I'm sure it was," returned Mandy. "Now, let's get those wet pants off."
Obviously, Mandy expected us to drop our pants immediately, but Iggy and I just stood there. "Come, come," Mandy insisted, taking hold of my pants and unbutting and unzipping them. "I know what little boys look like; I have brothers, you know."
Yippi, Yi Yo! for you Mandy, I thought. My pants fell to my ankles; I stepped out of them. Mandy had already started on Iggy. Without further comment, our underpants followed our pants down our legs, and into a plastic bag. "Move your hands," Mandy ordered; "Let me see if you're chapping. We moved our hands. Mandy inspected our equipment. "You boys have already reached puberty," observed Mandy officiously; you need to get over this pee pants thing." The hell, girl; you're preaching to the choir, for crying out loud!
Mandy had turned to the sink, and was wetting a wash cloth. "Spread your legs," she ordered Iggy. "Wider. There." Mandy wiped Iggy's thighs and crotch, giving special attention to his scrotum and penis. Mandy rinsed out the wash cloth and started on me. Jeez Loiuse! I was getting hard. My panis was poking straight out in front of me. "Naughty boy," Mandy said, shaking a finget playfully at me. She gave my penis a final wipe, and returned to the sink.
"Nurse, my bottom's wet, too." Iggy, shut the hell up, my mind screamed.
"Turn around," ordered Mandy. We did as told. Mandy wiped Iggy's bottom, then spread his buttocks and wiped there. "Young man, do you know what toilet paper's for?"
"Yes, Mam."
"Then start using it, commanded Mandy, holding up the brown stained wash cloth.
Thankfully, Mandy got a clean wash cloth, before starting on me. Her hands felt sensual on my bottom -- Gosh, did I just think that? Thankfully, I was clean between my buttocks. I got a good wipe anyway.
Mandy put both wash cloths in the laundry basket. "Now, let's see what we can find for you to wear." She rummaged through a small closet.
"Here we go," she said, emerging with some sweat pants. One was gray, but the other was pink! She lay them on the counter, and I saw with horror what else she had in her hand -- panties. "We hardly ever have boys with wet pants, so most of our emergency clothing is for girls," said Mandy, "but these should fit you. She handed each of us a pair of panties. Iggy's were pale blue with yellow polkadots. Mine were yellow, with little butterflies. "Do I have to put them on you?" insisted Mandy. Iggy and I gulped and put on our panties. Iggy's fit pretty good, but mine were two sizes too small and low cut. Good grief. I just hoped Mama wouldn't be home when I got there. Jeez! Panties!
"Now these." Mandy handed us sweat pants. Good! Iggy got the pink ones; he looked crestfallen. I glanced at the label in the gray sweats. Fifty-two! Jeez Louise. I pulled them on. They came up to my armpits, while the legs bunched around my ankles. Mandy pulled my sweats down to the proper hight and tied them securely. "We don't want these falling down, now, do we?" No, Mam, we did not!
Mandy steered us back to Miss Cannon. "Well," she mused; "I hope you boys have learned a good lesson."
Damn straight, lady.
Now, run along to class . Miss Cannon motioned us out into the hall. A minute later, a fit of hilarious laughted told Miss Cannon that we had arrived in Algebra class. It was going to be a long afternoon. Yet, unbeknownst to Iggy and me, there was light at the end of the long, dark, wet tunnel...as you may learn tomorrow. |
(Made by the-armored-toad at deviantart.com proofread-ed by the-irish-clover of deviantart.com)
Eve had been cornered in her room by her mother. The door was locked but her mother kept banging on it with her knife in her hand. After hearing the voice that she thought was god, she had become insane and had begun trying to kill Eve over her mental insanities command.
Eve looked around until she caught something out of the glimpse of her eye, a trap door under her rug. She moved it and opened the trap door. It was small, so she knew she might be able to use it to escape her mother, but she was worried since there was no sign of ground. It was nothing but pitch darkness. Eve didn’t care as she heard the door of her room begin to break apart. She give in and she dove into the trap door as it closed behind her.
Eve groaned from falling unconscious as she woke up. She looked around and found herself fallen into the basement XL. She looked down and sighed. She was wearing nothing but a peasant dress which appeared to be made out of cloth and stitched together. Aside from her red underwear, she had nothing else on her body. She blew some of her hair out of her face. She had black hair that covered one eye. Eve had tears streaming down her face over the trauma she experienced. After getting up, she went west to see whatever she could find, maybe a way to escape as well.
Eve entered the next room and saw nothing but fire and some rocks. To her confusion, a golden framed door was there wide open. It felt inviting as the golden frame with a crown shape at the top part shined before her. She entered nervously but to her surprise found a weird glass. Examining it, it happened to be chocolate milk.
Eve didn’t hesitate in taking it and drinking the chocolate milk happily. It was the first real drink she had in a while. After she finished it she left the room, leaving the empty glass behind as she went to the north door. As she entered the room the door closed behind her. It confused her before she saw two huge spiders in the room. Eve squealed in fear as they began jumping around. One jumped at her and slammed into her, doing a half heart of damage to her. Eve accidently spat from being slammed into the ground, spitting out a big shot of chocolate milk that hit one of the big spiders, making it explode and die in the process.
Eve got a big smile on her face when she saw the dead bird appear from her getting hurt. The dead bird charged and started attacking the other spider. She spit another shot of chocolate milk at it, making it explode into a pool of blood. As the dead bird went back into her hair, Eve saw a key appear right in front of her. She picked it up and headed to the next room.
In the next room, Eve suddenly felt a growing urge to relieve her bladder from the chocolate milk she had drank. The feeling even took a little too subside. She just ignored it and continued on, thinking she could find a way out of the scary basement. As she entered the next room she saw a white bulge looking enemy. It seemed to glow red for a second while spitting out a small red spider, much to her shock and disbelief. She didn’t hesitate to spit a chocolate shot at it, killing the small spider. Then she began charging up a bigger shot, firing a big chocolate ball which hit the white bulge and destroyed it instantly.
Eve saw a second gold framed door that had a lock on it. Eve looked at the key she had gotten and put it in, unlocking it. As she entered the room she, to her confusion, found a glass of lemonade on a pedestal. She smiled, still feeling thirsty from how she had to fight. The chocolate milk was making her dry up her throat. She took the glass of lemonade and drank it happily. She was unaware that the pedestal had the words ‘lemon mishap’ carved into them. Eve put the empty glass down and left the room.
Eve felt a twinge from her bladder. She gulped, crushing her thighs together. She felt worried as she grabbed her crotch, trying to keep the flood gates from opening. She sighed, straightening up and continuing onto the next room. She saw a huge door with a skull carved at the top of it along with a weird pattern around the rest of the door. The room she had entered had rocks around with a fire blocking the way. She kicked some dirt onto the fire, putting it out. She then saw a chest in the center. Eve opened the chest and got 2 bombs and a red heart from it. Eve picked up the heart, eating it and healing her half heart she had lost.
Eve entered the bigger room. As the door locked behind her, she, to her shock, saw a weird big round monster that was filled with flies. Appropriately the Duke of Flies was its name. Eve screamed at the sight, being instantly scared of it. She felt her bladder reminding her that it needed relief now. In her fear, she let out a spurt of urine into her underwear. She gulped, hunching over and grabbing her crotch with her hands as tight as she possibly could. She felt very embarrassed now.
The Duke of Flies began coughing up flies as it began moving in a zig zag pattern slowly. It didn’t appear too scary, but it terrified eve as it began closing in on her with the flies circling around it. She gulped having to let go of herself as she ran out of the way. She lit and dropped a bomb near the monster. When she ran again, it exploded taking off nearly all of the Duke of Flies’ health. She fired a charged up chocolate milk shot which struck the Duke of Flies, making it explode and dropping some red hearts. The flies died as well in the process.
An item appeared on a rock that appeared to be a tooth with a string around it like a necklace. The words ‘Monstro’s Tooth’ was carved in it. She just felt another sharp pain shoot through her bladder. She hunched over, grabbing her crotch with her hands extremely tight. The lemonade and chocolate milk had filled her bladder and already put her on the edge of bursting. She gulped, seeing an opening that happened to lead to the next floor. She just stumbled over to it and jumped into the pit.
When Eve arrived to the next area that looked like a cave, she just gulped, hoping she could find a bathroom as she felt a longer spurt of urine go into her underwear. She just groaned in a bit of agony, feeling her warm urine dribbling down her legs. She just began to cry while she felt the flood gates begin to open as a stream of golden liquid began pouring out. A dark spot began appearing on her patchy like dress. Eve just was crying while the puddle around her kept slowly growing bigger.
Eve just let out a tearful moan which sounded like a cry at the same time. Once she finished, she sniffled and looked behind her. The back of her dress was soaked as well, along with the front of her dress past her midsection. Eve just pulled down her red panties a few inches and looked at them. They had a big dark wet spot on them. She didn’t know what to do with them, so she just threw them into a pit nearby. She embarrassedly looked down at the huge puddle around her feet. She just headed to the next room, wanting to just forget it. |
I wrote this for the third omorashi writing competition.
The first thing she noticed when her eyes crept open was the acute dryness of her throat. She reached over and grabbed her glass, feeling around her dresser, too tired to even look over. She hovered it over her face and found it empty.
“Of course.” She thought.
She tried to tough it out, but the small fan aimed directly at her face was not helping matters. If she turned it off, she would get warm and have to take off her blankets, and if she took off the blankets she would be uncomfortable and want to get up; and, of course, if she was up, she could just get more water. It was quite the situation.
She rolled on her side to get her mouth and nostrils away from the cool, dry air, but the movement made her suddenly become aware of a powerful pressure in her lower stomach. She tried to ignore it, but whenever she got it off her mind, she was reminded of the dryness of her throat. Likewise, whenever she got the dryness off her mind, she remembered the pressure. And if she was able to get them both off her mind, she found other things annoying: like the occasional clicking of the fan or the feeling of hair tickling her face.
“Alright… Time to get up.”
She clicked the fan off and uncovered herself. She sat up and looked around her room. She wriggled her toes through the carpet, trying to find the motivation to stand. She swallowed, and was promptly reminded of how badly she needed water; the dryness was getting worse. She grabbed the empty glass and left her room. She thought about stopping at the bathroom first, but she had the glass in her hand and her throat was killing her. It didn’t matter, anyway. She could hold it.
One could describe Jessica as sexy, but cute was more accurate. She had hazel eyes, dirty blond hair, and full, pale-pink lips; her eyelashes were naturally long and dark; and most of her erogenous areas could be described as a happy medium: her butt, hips, and breasts all being large, but not overly so. Her most sensual of features, however, was her smile. It was innocent and was often said to be ‘soothing.’
She made her way downstairs wearing nothing but a white pair of panties and a tight, white t-shirt. She didn’t see anyone in the living room and didn’t hear any movement; it appeared as though she was home alone. She entered the kitchen and walked over to the ice dispenser on her refrigerator.
She held her glass under the nozzle and let it fill with water. The light tinkling sound agitated her bladder, and while she wasn’t quite desperate, it was enough to force her legs together. She suspected her bladder was actually fuller than she thought… She would go straight to the toilet after drinking the water.
The garage’s side door opened and she heard her dad’s voice.
“That explains it. They were just in the garage.”
She brought the glass up to her lips and started to down the water. She squirmed a little, feeling her morning-urine surprisingly close to slipping out. She placed the glass on the counter.
She intended to go straight to the toilet, but she was caught by surprise. When she left the kitchen, she found not just her parents in the living room, but the neighbors and their two kids: Bruce and Alexandra. Everybody stopped and stared, eyes on her exposed nipples and bikini-style panties.
She stood there, not sure of what to do or what to say. Suddenly, both her hands shot between her legs and clutched her groin for dear life. She stared back at them, cheeks burning and eyes wide.
“Honey…” Her dad began. “We have company.”
“… I see.” Her voice was low and she was still rooted to the spot.
“Maybe you should… put on some pants?”
“Um, okay.” She stared at them for a few more seconds. “Hi, Mister and Misses Friedman… Hello Alex and Bruce…” The Mister and Misses smiled at her sympathetically.
“Hello, Jayjay!” Alex burst out, not at all aware of the awkwardness in the room. “You should put on some pants!”
“Hi…” Bruce said weakly, old enough to understand (and possibly enjoy) the situation.
Jessica retreated from the room, her face glowing and her hands still clutching her groin. To them, it had looked as if she’d been covering herself, or so she hoped; but in reality, she was holding on for a far more pressing reason: When she left the kitchen, the surprise of seeing them had triggered something. It was like her urine had a grown mind of its own and it had made a collective decision to take advantage of her misfortune and force its way out.
At the top of the stairs she stopped for a moment. Climbing them had been agony, and the last few steps made her wonder if she would even make it to the bathroom in time. But she managed to get a hold of herself once again. She rushed to the toilet, forcing the urine to obey through sheer willpower (and a little external pressure). She could feel her muscles about to give out as she flicked the light on and closed the door. With no time to spare, she got her panties down and managed to get her butt over the toilet. Urine forcefully sprayed out of her and splashed loudly in the water below.
“I can’t believe that just happened… That was close!” She looked down at her panties and saw they weren’t pulled down very much. In fact, they were dangerously close to her privates. It reminded her just how close of a call it had been. She lowered them to her knees and examined the gusset. She could feel herself blushing just looking at them. There was a small, asymmetrical spot in the center where she had leaked.
It wasn’t the stairs or the distance, but it was the very moment she grabbed herself that it happened. When she left the kitchen and laid eyes on her neighbors, she panicked. Immediately, she felt the pressure in her lower body increasing, and in seconds, it had become almost too much. She instinctively clutched herself; but it proved to be too late. She peed, just for the slightest of seconds.
There was a second standing there, panties damp, that she really thought she was going to have an accident in front of them. The pressure was almost unbearable and she had already gone a little. The only thing that stopped her from completely losing control was immeasurable desire to not embarrass herself. She just dug her toes into the carpet and pushed down hard on her crotch. She knew that if she moved too soon, she would start peeing; so she delayed, greeting everybody before darting off.
“Damn, how embarrassing… If I knew I was gonna be seen in my underwear I’d have worn some that were... less disgusting.” She stared at the white panties and found the gusset to be stained with varying degrees of yellow. She had a tendency to leak. Typically whenever she sneezed, held too long, or did something strenuous. However, she didn’t often wet herself. Most didn’t even know she had trouble with leaks – with the exception of a few very funny friends that managed to push her a little farther than she cared to admit.
When she was done peeing, she washed up and poked her head outside the bathroom. The coast was clear so she ran to her bedroom and closed the door. She didn’t want anybody to catch her in her current state of exposition and disarray.
She dropped her panties to the floor and peeled off her shirt. She opened up her dresser and pulled out some new clothes. The new panties, like the old, were cotton. However, these were dark green and had a pink trim. They were her favorites. She didn’t own a matching bra, so she instead found a black one, since it wouldn’t show much through her shirt. The new shirt was cotton and dark blue. It fit about as tight as her previous and it was the same style – tee. The only significant change in her wardrobe was the jeans. They fit her very well and did a good job of showing off her curves, without showing too much like the panties.
After getting dressed, she stayed up in her room for awhile, not wanting to face the embarrassing situation she had left behind. She clicked on her television and relaxed, until she heard her dad’s voice calling. With a nervous sigh she headed downstairs to see what he wanted. To her horror, the Friedman’s were still there. Everybody was gathered in the living room – the site of the incident – talking over coffee. Alex was off to the side playing while her brother Bruce sat between his mother’s legs and listened silently to the adult’s conversation.
Jessica gave them a shy smile and a nervous wave of the hand. Her cheeks were burning and she knew they could see the evident red tint. It only embarrassed her further.
“Honey, the Friedman’s dropped by because they’re going to be busy tonight, and they were wondering if you could watch Alexandra and Bruce for the day. They offered to pay, of course… They just need someone to keep an eye on them. Nothing too fancy.”
“Uh, yeah. That’s fine. I’d be more than happy to keep an eye on them for awhile.”
“We know it’s short notice, but you’re just so good with them… and they really like you, you know?” The Missus chimed in.
“Oh! It isn’t a problem! I could always use a little extra money, and, you know, when I’m not doing band I’m just sorta sitting around… So, heh, I’m not busy.”
“We’re glad it isn’t a problem, then.” Mister Friedman spoke up. “And, uh, how does $50 sound for the day? We’ll throw in a little for food and whatever else you might have in mind… Alex has been pestering us quite a bit lately to take her to the zoo. That would probably be fun for all of you.”
“Oh, I haven’t been to the zoo in years! I’d be more than happy to take them for you.”
“That’s perfect!” The Missus gleamed.
“Alright…” Mister Friedman pulled out his wallet. “Here is $100. That should cover your pay, lunch, and the zoo entrance fee. Is that alright?”
“Yes! This should be more than enough!”
“Okay, we appreciate it, Jessica.”
“I promise I’ll take good care of them. And thank you for the work! I really appreciate it!”
“It’s not a problem.”
Jessica sipped on a soda and listened to the Friedman’s conversation with her parents. They didn’t stay long, though, and the first thing she did when they left was bring the kids up to her room.
“Okay guys, so it looks like you’re with me today.”
“Yay!” Alex’s face lit up (despite having heard earlier). “Are we gonna go to the zoo like daddy said?”
“Yep. Does that sound fun?”
“Uh huh! I’ve been wanting to go for so long!”
“Yeah, your daddy told me! And what about you, Bruce? Does that sound fun?”
“Uh huh.”
“Have you ever been to the zoo, before?”
“No. But I hear there are a lot of animals.”
Bruce was a distant child. He didn’t’ seem depressed or socially inept, but rather he seemed to be only half-interested in most of the things that were happening around him. He was a good brother and an obedient child, but he often had trouble expressing his creativity. He seemed to be much more suited to being alone, keeping his evident creativity locked up, for his eyes only.
Alexandra was the polar opposite. She was outward and social. She loved to smile, to talk, and she wanted all the attention she could get. In a way, she was the ideal – and typical – 6 year old girl. Despite their differences, Bruce and Alex deeply cared for each other. Bruce took on a bit of a protective role of her, but being as logical and level-headed as he was, he realized that there was only so much a 13 year old could do.
Jessica knew there wasn’t much for them to do around her house, so she wasted no time in polishing off her soda and taking them out to get lunch. She took them to a Mc. Burger and ordered them all food. Alex was more than happy with her kid’s meal, Bruce asked to have an adult meal (since his parents never let him have one), and Jessica had a burger with sweet tea.
When she was handed the drink cups, she found the size of hers a bit surprising. She had never ordered the sweet tea there before, and it looked like the cup was even bigger than the largest soda cup they had! Despite the immaculate size, she filled it up almost to the top.
Looking at the massive sweet tea, she didn’t think she could finish it, but once she took that first sip, the situation changed. The tea was sweet, almost sickeningly so, and it was the first time she had ever had anything like it. She gulped it down, enjoying it even more than the burger. By the end of the meal, her stomach was bloated to the point of discomfort.
She gave the kids plenty of time to eat, not wanting to stand or walk around. But once her stomach started to feel a bit better, she cleaned up the area of any wrappers and leftover food stubs, and at Bruce’s request, she led them to the bathroom before leaving. They both went in to take care of their business while she waited at the table. She could have gone if she had tried, but she didn’t want to leave them unattended for any period of time. She would just hold it. The urge was miniscule anyway, and if the bathroom had gone unmentioned, she probably wouldn’t even have noticed it.
After everybody had gone to the bathroom, she led them out to the car, made sure they were buckled up, and then started making her way to the zoo. The drive was about 25 minutes away from the Mc. Burger, so it didn’t take long for them to arrive. Upon getting there, she them helped out of the car and brought them to the front entrance. She paid everybody’s fee with the money she had been given and they all went inside.
By the time they were on the premises, over two hours had gone by since she had left her house and another half hour since she had last relived herself. Normally, that wouldn’t have been an issue, since, despite her occasional leaking, she didn’t have much trouble with her bladder. However, the soda from earlier was quickly filling up her bladder, and the massive amount of tea she chugged at the Mc. Burger wasn’t helping.
She was not yet desperate, but the urge was no longer “miniscule.” It was persistent enough so that she had to start considering solutions, but she didn’t exactly like her options. She knew the zoo had a rest area, but she had a thing about public bathrooms… Not to mention, the zoo bathrooms were notoriously disgusting. They had a problem with pest control there, and roaches often holed up in the bathroom, even during the day.
Between her fear of bugs and general disapproval of public restrooms, she had decided to take her only other – rational – option. She would simply have to hold it until she got home. She didn’t exactly like that “solution”, but what else could she do? It was either that or leave early – which wasn’t really an option at all.
As they walked through the park, admiring the animals and reading small boards filled with descriptive texts, she found herself beginning to quickly regret the sweet tea from before. It was one thing to hold it for awhile, it was simply a part of growing up, but that tea was going to make things extremely difficult. Only fifteen more minutes had gone by, but that was enough for her bladder to fill up an intimidating amount.
She wasn’t visually desperate and she knew she could hold on for awhile longer, but there was a constant, dull sensation that reverberated throughout her lower body each time she took a step. Even when she sat down or stood still for too long she felt the fullness capture her attention. If she could have been at home, buried under a blanket where nobody could see her hand, she’d have held herself. Not because it was necessary, but because she had a strange compulsion to do so. She felt that the act alone, even if of no physical benefit, would have helped her hold it in some subtle, psychological way.
She did her best to get her mind off her bladder and on the things around her. She tried focusing on the animals, on the kids, and at one point, on random bystanders; but in the end, her attention always came back to her need. The fact her bladder was still rapidly filling did not help, either. It was ten minutes later when she showed her first – albeit subtle – sign of desperation. As she stood there, leaning against the railing, she deliberately pressed her legs together, hoping the pressure would help alleviate the tension.
What she truly wanted to do was hold herself. To bounce up and down, to sway back and forth, and above all, to quickly make her way to the toilet for a much needed pee. But she couldn’t do that. She would look ridiculous bouncing around like a child and leaving them alone was not an option. After all, the zoo was even more dangerous than the Mc. Burger.
She continued to hold off, each minute causing her to grow a bit more anxious. She was doing a good job of hiding her desperation, but she couldn’t last forever. She cursed the tea under her breath. If it hadn’t been for that, she wouldn’t be filling up so quickly.
Another ten minutes went by, and by that time, she was really beginning to worry. She couldn’t believe it was happening so quickly. If only she could have had a little more time… She could have just cut the trip off a little early. It wouldn’t be a big deal. But no, they had only been there for 35 minutes. It was still much too soon. They would have to stay there for at least two hours, if not longer!
What was she going to do? She could barely contain herself any longer. Her fingers were digging into her thighs, begging to slide between her legs and press down on her groin. She could feel her thighs being drawn to each other, occasionally rubbing together before being forced apart once again. There were even a few weak moments where she caught herself going up and down, or even gyrating her hips.
Bruce could tell something was awry. Her sensuous movements did not go unnoticed and she had become rather quiet. He remembered the large tea and that she hadn’t used the toilet at the Mc. Burger. At first, he figured it was crazy; after all, if she had to pee, wouldn’t she just go? Then again, who was he to say that? Maybe she was holding it for some reason...
He wasn’t sure why, but her potential predicament greatly fascinated him. He found his eyes drawn to her ample bottom, but he was admiring it less for its perfect size and shape, and more for the occasional sway it took on. He saw that her legs were often shut; even when walking she seemed to be trying to keep them together. Maybe, just maybe…
Another fifteen minutes crept by, and in that time she felt her body beginning to betray her. She no longer had complete control over hiding her desperation. Her thighs rubbed together, her feet alternated in tapping the ground like a cat kneading a pillow, and her butt swayed more than ever. There were even a few moments – when she thought no one was looking – that she rested her hand over her swollen bladder. It was all she could do to keep from losing it.
Bruce now had no doubt in his mind: she needed to pee. He watched as she progressively got worse, and he found himself enjoying her squirming. His favorite display of urgency was the way her feet would go up and down, each one alternating, barely leaving the cement. He even caught a few glimpses of her wondering hand. He wanted to say something, to maybe get an explanation as to why she was holding it, but he decided not to. He couldn’t find the words and he didn’t want to risk causing her to go to the toilet.
However, the desperation eventually became so obvious that his little sister, Alex, spoke up for him.
“Jayjay, do you have to go potty?” She asked slightly louder than necessary, not quite understanding how such a thing could be embarrassing.
Jessica blushed and looked at her. “Uh…” She thought for a moment. Should she tell them? How would she explain why she wasn’t going? Then again, what choice did she have? Her desperation was becoming too obvious to hide…
“Yes, I’ve gotta go a little.”
“Then why don’t you go to the potty? Mommy always tells me not to hold it and to go whenever I haf to.”
“Well, I, uh, I don’t want anything to happen to you guys while I’m in the bathroom. I have to stay out here and keep an eye on you!”
“But nothin’ll happen to us while you’re in there!”
Jessica gave her a soothing laugh. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I can hold it.”
Alex frowned.
Bruce gave a relived sigh, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. Something about watching her dance, knowing she was desperate for the toilet – knowing this near adult was desperate for the toilet – drove him mad with interest. It intrigued him more than anything.
As they walked to the next exhibit, Bruce mulled over Jessica’s words: ‘Don’t worry, sweetie, I can hold it.’ He had never considered it before, but what if she couldn’t? What if this grown person had an accident? Was such a thing even possible? He supposed that nothing was making it impossible…
He had heard his parents talk about needing to go and he had even seen his mother dance like Jessica was, but never before had either of them had an accident. Even among his classmates accidents were rare. He had only seen one, and it was by a nine year old. Even Alex had only had a handful since getting out of diapers. But Jessica: could someone her age be so… irresponsible? Child-like? He didn’t know what to call it, because he wasn’t even sure what it meant.
After realizing her dancing and foot tapping was plainly obvious, Jessica tried to keep it to a bare minimum. However, after another five minutes, she gave up on that goal and was being more obvious than ever. She couldn’t manage to stay still for any length of time. Whether she was standing there with her thighs pushed together, biting her lower lip, swaying back and forth; or squatting up and down with gentle and deliberate motion, she had to be moving at all times.
Then it happened. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it was undeniable. She leaked. It was the slightest drop and the weakest sensation, but involuntarily, out of sheer fullness, she had leaked. She had begun to accept she had a real problem on her hands, one that could not be resolved with waiting. Even if she decided at that very moment to start heading for the car, she didn’t think she could make it home in time, or even to a gas station. She could see the whole thing in her head; she would probably wet herself in traffic, both of the kids staring at her in awe, watching her cry out in desperation as pee drenched her panties, flooded her jeans, and inevitably soaked into her seats.
It didn’t matter how many bugs were in the zoo’s bathroom; it was either that or have an accident.
“Okay guys, let’s head for the bathrooms now. You guys need to go at all?”
“But Jayjay, I thought you said you could hold it!” It had been only ten minutes since she had told her that.
“It turns out it’s a little worse than I thought…” She had already started leading them to the toilets.
“But isn’t it dangerous for us to be alone?”
“Look, honey, if I don’t get to the bathroom soon, I’m gonna have an accident, okay?” There was a sense of urgency in Jessica’s voice. She could feel the pee inside of her ready to squirt out and drench her clothing. She couldn’t let that happen. “I’m still going to make sure you guys are okay, even if I have to bring you into the bathroom with me.”
Bruce swallowed. That meant he may actually get to hear her peeing, up close. He had heard his family through a door, but that was oddly different and didn’t arouse his interests. To hear Jessica, to hear her urinating in a toilet only a few feet away, nothing there to block the noise… It sounded like a dream come true.
Jessica held both of their hands and walked toward the bathrooms with hurried steps. She couldn’t believe she had let herself get so bad! It was crazy for her to think she could hold all of that until she got home. But, she had believed it, and that had led to her situation. Each step sent a pang through her body. Each second her muscles grew weaker and weaker. She was practically sprinting, the kids struggling to keep up. She looked around the zoo, fervently trying to locate the bathrooms, but they were nowhere in sight.
She quickly made her way to the front of the zoo where she had seen a sign with directions. When they had originally looked at it, she hadn’t paid much attention to the bathrooms, so she had quickly forgotten where they were.
The sign was in sight when she suddenly stopped. She crossed her legs and did a half-squat. Her eyes were closed and she and her lips were pursed. She moaned softly, feeling a wave of desperation almost overwhelm her.
“Jayjay,” Alex began, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yes… I’m fine, honey.” They resumed walking. Jessica had leaked again, but like before, it was small. She imagined her panties now had a very small, visible damp spot right where the cloth rubbed against her vagina.
Bruce watched her as she scanned the sign and hunted for the bathrooms. She was no longer attempting to hide her desperation, which meant that any corner cutting could result in an accident. It was going to be a close one, that was for sure.
He was beginning to admire her body as she danced. Her round, supple legs… He plump, inviting butt… It seemed swaying the way it was, her body had a certain sex appeal to him. Her hands were no longer kept at bay, and they freely pressed down on her groin. He hoped she grabbed his hand again; in a way, it would be like he was touching her “down there.”
It didn’t take her long to find the bathrooms – despite overlooking them several times in her urgency – and she immediately grabbed both of their hands, much to Bruce’s delight, and hurried to the toilets. Her bladder was at its limit. If she didn’t get their soon – very soon – she would completely lose it, and in front of everybody!
On the way, she had to stop again. She had another leak, but this time, instead of a single drop of urine, she felt a few trickle out. It still wasn’t enough to be seen, but it was enough so that she could feel the cool moisture rubbing against her with each step she took.
Upon getting to the bathroom door, Bruce could feel his heart beating harder than ever. He had questions and fantasies running through his mind like never before. He could see them all going into the bathroom; he would stand there, looking at her feet from beneath the stall as she relieved herself. Or maybe she wouldn’t make it? It was still possible she could start going on herself… Or was he wrong to even consider such a tragedy?
She opened the door and was prepared to bring them both in, but the first thing she saw was a large, black creature sticking to the wall on the other end of the bathroom. She stopped, feeling her entire body tense up. It was a good thing she wasn’t holding the kid’s hand any longer, or she might have crushed them.
A jet of urine shot out of her and drenched the bottoms of her panties. She managed to stop the stream, but she could already feel her crotch quickly growing warm as the pee spread. It was not like her other small leaks; this was a full on blast. She had lost control – no, she had forcefully peed – for a split second, and now her panties were warm and sodden. It was so much she wondered if it had made it to her jeans. It wouldn’t have surprised her, but it would have horrified her nonetheless.
It was the biggest roach she had ever seen in her life. The sheer size had made her nearly wet herself; and, in a way, it actually had. And what if it flew? There was no way she could go in there. There was no point in braving it. She could bolt to the furthest stall from it and it could play dead, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Going anywhere near that thing would make her have an accident. She couldn’t go near it.
“Jayjay, are you okay?”
“Um… “ She was still staring at the creature on the wall. “Guys, I think we’ve gotta go home.”
“Aw! Why?” Alex protested.
“I’m sorry, honey!” Jessica was doing a dance again, trying to hold it just a little longer. “I’ve got to find a bathroom or I’m gonna pee my pants, and I can’t go in this one because I can’t get near that bug! I’m so sorry!”
Without waiting for a response, she grabbed both of their hands and started to head toward the entrance to the zoo.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
Bruce followed along, amazed at what had just happened. Standing next to her, he had heard it. He had heard a nearly inaudible hissing noise when she opened the door. He had even gotten a look at her thighs, and between them, he saw a small damp spot – or at least he thought it he did. He desperately wanted to see it again, but he could only occasionally glance at her crotch, usually when she wasn’t paying attention, and even then it was a matter of her legs being in just the right position.
At first, the leak had made Jessica feel slightly better; so much better that she had actually thought she could make it to a gas station in time. However, every step she took made her urge worse. Gradually, she was returning to her previous level of desperation, and she knew it would soon be worse. She tried to walk faster, but the kids and her aching bladder were slowing her down.
Every step reminded her of the moistness in her panties. She had become paranoid that people could see the wetness on her jeans. She glanced down a few times, subtly checking to see if there was a wet spot anywhere obvious and she couldn’t see one. However, she didn’t know if the urine had taken a nice spot between her legs or if it had crawled backwards, showing on her butt.
She swallowed and felt her eyes beginning to tear up. The realization was difficult to accept, but she couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She wasn’t going to make it. Even if she managed to get out of the zoo before she wound up losing control, there was no way she could get to the car and drive to a gas station in time. There was just no way.
She tried thinking of an alternative, maybe find some bushes or something; but there was no time left to think. She felt another wave of desperation coming. She stopped walking and mashed her thighs together. She knew there was no way she could stop what was about to happen. She thought about just letting it happen, but something in her wouldn’t allow that. She was going to hold on to the last, bitter moment of this embarrassing, horrific, experience.
It didn’t take long for her already weak muscles to cave for a second, allowing another bit of urine to spurt out, just like it had at the bathrooms. There was no way her panties – in their drenched state – could handle it all. There was a droplet of pee running down her legs. She was afraid to look down.
Bruce watched her face go from resilience, to weakness, to near sobbing. He heard her next leak, and stared at her crotch, all decency fled from his mind. He saw the denim grow wet, a slight bit of urine traveling down her leg. Suddenly, her muscles completely gave out. Jessica gasped and looked down. She watched with tears in her eyes as pee poured out of her.
She could feel warmth crawling down her legs and encompassing her crotch as she forcefully peed. Bruce could hear the sounds of pee leaving her groin and soaking through the fabric of her panties with notable speed. The wetness started at her crotch, spread down the front of the jeans, and slowly grew to the backs of her legs. At some point during her accident, she gave her legs a slight spread, hoping to spare her shoes the fate of becoming small, urine filled pools.
Bruce couldn’t hear as well when she spread her legs; however, it did offer him a better view. He could see the urine glistening as it traveled down her legs and splattered loudly on the cement. In fact, some of it fell directly from her crotch, making an even louder noise on the cement.
The puddle around her was growing quickly and was beginning to run downward. People were avoiding the stream, and most were trying to ignore her altogether; although, a lot them, like Bruce, stared without shame – and even with interest.
Eventually, her bladder emptied, and trying not to completely break down, she stood there, a small crowd staring at her, a large puddle around her feet. |
So I originally intended to make this a multi-installment story but I've decided against it. This is the story of the Batgirl known as Stephanie Brown, however in this story she will take on the alias of "Spoiler" Her original alter ego. I hope you enjoy this, also long story short I was messing around on google and found this BEAUTIFUL small time model on google so here's the picture I found: http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRmizWs-0Mk31MJR6K4lbk9hHx8JeCwwdJ02mfKxmkx0ojnhps1
And here is the link to her modeling profile: http://www.modelmayhem.com/cheerleaderbarbie
it also links her Facebook but I felt it would be overstepping a boundary to give it a vist:P
My feet dangled over the edge of the pier, melting ice cream dipped into the water of Gotham Bay. To my right my best friend in the whole world was laying on her stomach eating her strawberry ice cream without a care in the world. That's the thing about being ten, well Cassandra was a year my elder, but that was aside the point. Even growing up in a city as vile as Gotham City you kid still find innocence. Soon however Cassandra departed, to meet her mother at the local mall.
That was the last time I had ever seen her. She was assumed to be among the dead after Joker's initial attack on Gotham, the attack that made him famous. It was a terrifying concept to think that someone could ever be so evil...
I let the memory fade. Not entirely, but I couldn't afford to obsess over it. Since the last time I had seen Cassandra I mastered as much of several matrial arts and fighting types as possible till the time I became nineteen. In that time I also became the cheer captain for the Gotham City High School and became a highly esteemed gymnast. I was basically at physical perfection for nineteen year old senior who spent the rest of her time perfecting her mental abilities.
It was my time to extract revenge on the man who had taken my best friend. Inspired by the acts of Batman and Catwoman I donned a black outfit. Black, on black on black, even to the black lacy bra and thong. Black yoga tights, black uggs, a formfitting black v-neck t-shirt, long black gloves that reached past my elbow and less exciting, a black fanny pack. A black Mardi Gras mask with purple colors intertwining. My golden blonde hair was the only thing that seemed to contrast with the costume.
I didn't care though, I let it flow behind me as I snuck out my second story window. I fell to the ground, landing on my feet before sprinting to my backyard. I quickly opened the lock on my garage/shed and retrieved my purple dirt bike. I wasn't a master at riding it, still only a novice, but I could ride it casually well enough. I slowly walked it out to the street and a block away from my house before starting up the engine and racing to the downtown area.
I parked the bike a couple blocks from the scene of the drug deal I was planning on breaking down. I sprinted to the location and quickly found the group. they couldn't have been more obvious, bright purple suits. They left the clown make-up at home this time, however. I moved as discreetly as possible to get close. I withdrew a hand taser and kept my finger near the trigger as I waited for a definite confirmation they were the people I had been looking for.
What I had originally expected to be a few minutes turned to be a few hours and in that time I only grew more and more nervous, as well as felt a tug in my bladder. However I simply brushed it off as anxiety and remained crouched behind a bush as I watched the men kill time as best as they could. Finally a large truck backed into the alley way and the men stood up as the truck stopped and the back of it opened up to reveal two men and a trunk full of scarecrow toxin.
"Definitely the target." I Snuck around the group and to the front of the truck, the driver sat alone listening to music, bored. His window was wide open and his arm hung out of it, tapping against the side to the beat of the music. I crept up to him and activated the taser, pressing it against his arm, quickly moving it up to his neck. There was a quick cry and he passed out. I threw myself under the truck as the henchmen approached to check out the cry. One came up on my side and as he passed me by I slammed the taser into his ankle and watched him collapse to the ground. I slammed the bottom of it into his head and drew under the truck and escaped my hiding spot.
I quickly disposed of the second henchmen and stuffed him under the truck as well as I peered from around the truck to see the rest of them.
the two "delivery men" drew guns and the henchmen looked a little worried and weaponless. "Dumb mistake." I muttered. One of the delivery men came around the corner to check on the status of the other three criminals. When he came in sight of me I shoved the taser into his neck and slammed him against the side of the truck. He dropped his gun and I retrieved it instantly. I fired it into the knee of the henchmen racing towards me before subduing him with the taser. The next delivery man suffered a bullet wound to the arm and a high kick to the face. He stumbled back into another henchman.
I fired a bullet into he kelvar vest and they both fell to the ground. In a fluent motion I kicked my gun away, cartwheeled forward, knocking his gun away and tased both of them into sumbission. Four more henchmen left for my disposal. I panicked a little, losing the element of stealth I wasn't sure how I would be able to take four of them down. I didn't back down however. I moved in flurry of impressive manuevers and attacks and it dropped down to three, then two then one. Then a sharp pain erupted from the back of my skull as a blunt weapon made forceful contact. I joined the unconscious instantly.
My head was in agony, much like my bladder and burning urethra, when I awoke. My arms were bound to the arms of a wooden chair, my legs were bound to the legs and a thick cable dug into my lower abdomen as it wrapped around the back of the chair. I was trapped and moments from wetting myself. I pressed my thighs together as hard as possible and curled my toes. I looked around the room, my vision was still blurry but I made out my captors.
Three brute-ish men in purple suits sat around in front of a tiny television set. A young twenty something girl with dirty blonde hair leaned against a wall. She was dressed in a pleated mini-skirt with alternating maroon and black pleats. She wore one red, knee high converse and one black. The rest of her shapely legs were bare. Her torso bore only a black sport bra that had the three of diamonds over the center of each breast. Her face had white make-up covering most of her beautiful feature, black mascara that formed the yin symbol on one eye and the yang symbol on the other. Her lips bore cherry red lipstick that seemed to catch the light. Her fingers had alternating red and black nail polish. She definitely had a signature style, and she was definitely beautiful.
The man on her right however was who caught my eye. Dressed in a darker purple suit than his man, and a much nicer one, with a pin-stripe under shirt and a wilted flower over his chest and large, ratty bowling shoes. He was tall and slender, with splotchy white face-make up and large blotchy...lipstick? His hair was his most noticeable feature however, entirely bright green.
His face lit up when he noticed my consciousness. "Well, well well, the wittle girl who thought she was a super hero woke up." He mocked me, approaching with a menacing smile. I fidgeted as he approached, more to contain my urine rather than from fear. He seemed to have sensed that as he drew a knife and brought it down were my thighs were. The spread out just before the knife into the wood of the chair, the flat of the blade facing me. I felt my legs quiver in order to keep my urine in. A spurt escaped and soaked my panties. The sound was almost inaudible but the Joker heard it.
"Don't pee your pants on me now, sweet heart." He laughed.
"Maybe she hasn't grown up mentally Mr. J. It would explain the gallivanting as a "super hero"." Harley smirked from her position on the wall, she grabbed a sledgehammer that had a long handle. She put her weight on it as she leaned forward.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!" I shouted harshly.
"Oh did? I'm sorry." He said faking innocents.
"Cassandra Caine. An eleven year old girl died by your hand!"
"Oooh, I remember her. She was a fast one, she got so close to escaping before I shot her." He laughed like the maniac he was. Meanwhile I quivered as another spurt escaped and a dark glistening stain began to form on my crotch.
"YOU BASTARD! I HOPE YOU GET THE ELECTRIC CHAIR! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!" I screamed as more urine leaked out, soaking my crotch thoroughly, leaving a CD sized wet patch.
"Why would anyone wish me dead? That's just rude." He laughed once again.
"GO TO HELL!" Tears began to form in my eyes. It was then that I realized they never removed my mask for some reason.
"Hell?" Harley said, slapping me hard. "My Joker is a hero." She said harshly.
"A hero? He shot and killed an eleven year old girl at point blank! THEIR IS NO HEROISM IN THAT!"
"He's liberating the world for your information. Destroying the social hierarchy." She swung her sledgehammer in my lower abdomen. The hiss was much louder as the stream forced it's way forward, leaving a wet streak along my inner thighs before it began to form a puddle of urine between my legs. The fabric of my yoga pants rippled along with the pee as the hot liquid slowed to a halt, much more pent up, ready to burst.
The henchmen found that hysterical. I grit my teeth as I glared at Harley.
"I don't like your attitude." The Joker grinned. He withdrew a gun. He aimed the barrel at my chest. My eyes went wide in fear and I simply relinquished hold over my bladder. The pee sprayed out intensely, quickly soaking my thighs and pooling on the seat of the chair before several streams began to cascade off of the chair. Then he pulled the trigger and the stream came out even more forceful as I shut my eyes tight. Then... nothing. I opened my eyes, still wetting myself.
A flag poked out of the gun, the word "Bang" printed in big bold letters. "Just kidding." He laughed. "See you think it's funny. You peed yourself laughing." My face burned as the flow slowed before halting. Even then the warm, golden liquid continued to pour over the side of the chair every time I shifted my weight.
"Look at the little hero now." Harley Cooed sarcastically. "It's ok toots, I've been in that situation before." Just then there was a loud explosion as the wall caved in and the cloaked crusader entered the room. Behind the rubble was a pile of unconscious henchmen. The dark knight moved quickly, easily disposing the henchmen and Harley Quinn. The joker however withdrew a trigger before Batman could attack him.
"Now why did you have to go and do that Bats?" The Joker asked gleefully. "You hurt my men, you knocked Harley around like you were trying to turn her on, well if you make one more move we all go up in flames." He waved the trigger before his face. There was a blur and the Joker was disarmed before the Batman threw him into a wall.
"You, what are you doing here." He asked me, his voice gruff.
"I-I-I... I tried to be like you." I admitted staring into my soaked lap.
"The point is that anyone can be the Batman, not that anyone SHOULD be the batman." He said freeing me. "Especially not girls who can't control their bladder."
"That's not my fault." I said angrily. "I took out most of his men, one just snuck up and got me from behind..."
"The bat family utilizes stealth, they don't get beaten by it."
"I'm not a part of the bat family." I responded.
"I can't let your rogue skills go untrained."
My eyes lit up. "Is that your way of saying-"
"It's my way of saying it train you, or let you kill yourself trying to be a hero."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"This isn't a privilege Stephanie, it's a burden."
"How do you know my-"
"Stephanie Brown, 19, 5'5, 103 pounds, Blue eyes, blonde hair Caucasian. Captain of Cheer team, amateur dirt biker, esteemed gymnast. Master of several fighting styles. Top of your class. The point is I do my research." Bruce said solemnly.
"Why did you research me?"
"Your parents... they were killed by the Joker while you were unconscious. You need proper guidance lest you end up like Jason T-" He cut himself off and shook his head. "Come with me." He said holding out his hand. The simple gesture symbolized hope, a future. Even as the depression of becoming an orphan began to set in, I took his hand and he drew me closer and his grappling hook took us away from the scene.
I hope you enjoyed this story. It was weird for me to curse in a story but.... anyway please leave comments, feedback and criticism below! Please and Thank you:) |
Rainbow and Ethan woke up, and looked at their surroundings. They were in a closet. How they had gotten there, they didn't know. What they did know was that it was dark, and small. There wasn't enough room for both of them in the position they were in, so they both stood up.
“What happened?” Ethan asked.
“I dunno,” Rainbow replied, “I think we're in a closet.”
“No duh. I think it's the closet in my house, 'cause it seems kinda familiar. Huh. I wonder how we got here, or at least how long we've been here.”
“I don't remember anything, really. I think we might've been at your house, though? With some other people?”
“Yeah, that sounds kinda familiar. And then... It's just blank.” Ethan said.
Rainbow nodded. “Yeah. Well, we're here now.”
Ethan tried the door. “And we'll be here for a while, it seems.”
“Oh my god, is it locked? What if we never get out?!”
“Calm down! Someone always lets me out; we'll be fine.”
“Okay... Sorry. I guess I'm not as used to being locked in closets as you.”
“Not funny.”
“Not trying to be funny, it's true.”
“Fuck off, you think I like being locked in closets? Just 'cause I'm able to not freak out and panic doesn't mean I'm not fucking scared!”
Rainbow looked down to the ground. “Sorry. I didn't mean- Like, I get it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. And do you have to swear so much?”
“You're used to it.”
“Okay...”
Then they were silent.
A few minutes later, “Do you have your phone?” Ethan asked, “I don't think I have mine.”
Rainbow searched in her pockets. “Yep, I do.”
“First, what time is it? Two, call someone? Then maybe they could let us out?”
“It's about ten at night. Um, who should I call?”
“I dunno. Oh! Call my house phone! That way, whoever answers has to be here!”
“Clever!” Rainbow said, and called the number. It rang for a few minutes, but nobody answered.
“No answer?” Ethan asked.
Rainbow shook her head.
“Now I'm really scared.” Ethan said, sounding panicky, “Seriously, really, really scared. I don't- I dunno. I'm worried we're gonna die.”
He put his hands to his head and looked to the ground, breathing quickly. “What do we do?”
“What happened to you acting calm? I don't know what to do!” Rainbow said, freaked out slightly.
“I think I sorta remember what happened...” Ethan said, “Like, I think there was a bunch of people here, and they got drunk, and thought it would be a good idea to lock us in here? I'm not sure, though.”
“And they're all asleep or passed out or somewhere else, now?”
Ethan nodded. “I think we might've been drinking too, but I'm only judging that by the fact that suddenly I really have to go to the bathroom.”
Rainbow groaned. “Does that just always happen when you're locked in somewhere or something? Or do you have a really weak bladder that can only last like ten minutes without going?”
Ethan blushed. “It's not like I do it on purpose.”
“You sure about that?” Rainbow asked, teasing.
“Yes, I'm sure!” Ethan yelled, “I can't help it! Maybe it is just whenever I'm locked somewhere it makes it worse, but the fact is that I don't fucking choose to nearly pee myself this often!”
“Sorry. Jeez. Do you wet the bed now, too? You never did this before.”
“Did what?”
“Wet yourself.”
“Can we please change the subject? Can we talk about anything else?” Ethan asked desperately, shifting around a bit.
“Like what? Waterfalls? Dripping taps? Toilets?”
Ethan put his hands over his face and whined, while crossing his legs. “Don't do this to me! You don't want to me to wet my pants, you don't know how long we'll be stuck in here together!”
“Okay, you've got a good point. Uh... You change the subject, I can't come up with anything. Except how it's kinda funny to watch you struggle. You've got your legs crossed and everything, and you're practically jumping up and down!”
“It's not funny! At all!”
“Really? I think it is. Anyway, um... Hey, maybe I'll try calling the house phone again? Someone might answer this time.”
Ethan nodded. “Yeah, try it.”
Rainbow dialed the number and surprisingly, someone answered this time.
“Hello?” Whoever it was, they sounded drunk.
“Hi. Can you please let us out of the closet?”
“Who's this? Rainbow and Ethan? Oh, right. This is Sarah. We put you in there so you'd be a couple again. You're not in there long enough yet. I'll go ask Rebecca.” she said, and hung up.
“Well,” Rainbow said, “You were right that they'd been drinking. I think they might let us out soon, though.”
Ethan uncrossed his legs, then crossed them even tighter the other way. “Damn, it better be soon!”
Rainbow laughed quietly. “Yeah, for your sake, I hope they let us out like now.”
Ethan said nothing for the next few minutes, and after a while, Rainbow got bored and started playing a game on her phone. She was still watching Ethan though, since what he was doing was getting more and more interesting. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, bouncing, moving back and forth, and occasionally making small whimpering sounds.
Then, finally, he grabbed himself with both hands and bent over completely, groaning loudly.
Rainbow tried not to laugh, though she did feel sorry for him. He must have been in a lot of pain. She checked the time; it was now past eleven.
“I can't hold it.” Ethan said quietly.
“Uhm, can you try?”
“What does it look like I'm doing?” he said, frantically, “Call them again! Say they have to let us out now!”
“Really? You look like you could maybe last another hour or so.” Rainbow said sarcastically, as she dialed the number.
“For fuck's sake, just do it!”
The phone rang, but she didn't get an answer. She tried again, and still didn't get an answer. She tried three more times, but still no answer.
“Keep trying!” Ethan yelled, “Or break the door open or something! I'm gonna wet myself!”
“There seriously isn't anything I can do.”
“There has to be! I can't just- I don't know! Do something!”
Rainbow sighed, and called the house phone again. There was still no answer.
“It's hopeless.” she said, “We're stuck in here. Can't you wait a little while longer? Maybe in a few minutes they might answer?”
Ethan shook his head quickly. “No!”
Rainbow tried the door again; it was still locked. She pushed and pulled on it in the hope of it maybe opening or something, but nothing happened.
Ethan started to cry. “I need to get out of here right now! I'm gonna wet my pants, I can't hold it!” he sobbed, “This is like torture!”
Rainbow wasn't sure what to do. “Um... Just try your best, okay? It'll be alright, even if you wet yourself, it'll be fine. They'll let us out soon, okay?”
Ethan squeaked suddenly, and crossed his legs as tightly as he could again.
Rainbow laughed quietly. “I don't think I've ever heard that sound from a boy.”
“Yeah, well... Most boys don't get locked in closets for hours!”
“And most boys apparently don't have as weak a bladder as you.”
“Shut up- Oh fuck! No no no no no.” Ethan said.
Even in the darkness, Rainbow could see that Ethan had wet himself slightly.
“Are you gonna be okay?”
She looked again; it was more than slightly. It was like he'd given up now, well, he'd stopped holding himself anyway. His legs were still crossed, not that it was even remotely helping.
“I hate myself,” Ethan said, “Why does this always happen to me?”
“I honestly think your bladder is like the size of like, nothing.” Rainbow said, shaking her head, “But it's okay, really.”
“Easy for you to say.” Ethan said, relaxing now that he'd wet himself anyway, “I hope they let us out soon anyway, so I can change my clothes.”
“They'll probably wake up and remember we're here like tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh.” |
Laura loved marching band. Even if she were just the third tuba in the Second Tuba section, Laura loved every note, every step of every routine.
Laura had played in the high school marching band, and, in her senior year had beat out Tom Stubbin to become the first girl lead first tuba in the school's history. This, however, was the big leagues. Laura was a good tuba player and a quick learner of the marching routines, but so was everyone in the university band. Competition was fierce just to get into the band; only one freshman in four made the cut. Laura was glad to be part of that elite minority, even if she were only third second tuba.
A minor irritant was time -- not that Laura begrudged the time she invested in the band; O no! Laura would gladly give twice the time, but couldn'y she give her time in smaller pieces? Long practices, games, and slow bus rides to away games were a strain on the bladder -- at least on Laura's bladder. She had always had a small bladder, or maybe it was her fondness for bottled water, but an hour found Laura beginning to need to urinate; ninety minutes brought her to desperation; and two hours -- well, anything over two hours was very, very iffy -- if you know what I mean.
Aware of her weakness, Laura often wore a maxi pad in her panties, and not just during her period. A maxi pad could absorb severay errant squirts of urine, and often meant the difference between wet and dry pants. Just the sdame, however, Laura favored dark slacks or shorts, of, better yet, a skirt -- but, of course, a skirt just didn't do for marching band.
Fortunately, the band uniforms were burgundy over navy. Nothing hid urine stains like navy slacks. Was this why Laura chose the University, instead of the college in her own home town, whose colors were black over yellow? Could be -- or it could be that Laura just wanted some distance from home -- not too much, mind you, but three hours -- an easy weekend drive home, but not every day.
Laura's room mate had commented that Laura seemed to go through a lot of panties, but, if she were suspicious of the reason, she was kind enough to keep it to herself. Still, there were some close calls. More than once a desperate Laura had felt a warm trickle down the inside of her legs, before she got to the bathroom.
Laura had the feeling that today might become such a day. It was hot -- blazing hot. The band director insisted that everyone drink lots of water. He genuinely cared for his students, but he was also a perfectionist. Falling out on the field cost you a letter grade, regardless. So, liquids were plentiful and plentifully consumed.
It was a long first half, lots of penalties. Bathroom break? Not a chance, until after half time. The third quarter belonged to the band members, but from pre-game through half time, the band members belonged in their places -- all the time.
Eight minutes left in the half. What? Everyone down a bottle of water? Yup, that's what the director ordered. Chug-a-lug, gals and guys. Laura was already desperate, and no matter how much she sweated during the routine, those twelve onces of water was headed straight for Laura's aching bladder.
The first half is over. Players head for the locker rooms -- and the bathroom! But the band -- it will march and play.
Laura concentrates on her music and her routine. She does not miss a note or step, and, surprisingly, she hasn't even squirted once. Hurrah! The half is over; everyone is heading for the bathrooms and concessions; Laura is going to make it! Oof! "Sorry." Someone is in a hurry, and Laura in on the ground, the wind partially knocked out of her. Aw Oo -- the urine, too. Laura felt the warm flood between ler hegs and under her bottom. Two band guys pick her up. "You okay?" They are genuinely concerned. "Fine, thanks." Laura tries to smile, even as urine streams down her thighs. Crap. This is a bad one. Thank Heavens for navy trousers.
Laura takes her seat in the band section of the bleachers. She didn't bother going to the bathroom; there was no longer a need. Crap. Her thighs and bottom are already itching, chapping. Laura would kill for lotion and dry pants.
Aemilia from the flute section plopped down beside Laura. Hey, arn't you in the wrong section. Yes, Aemilia is, but she needs a minute with Laura. "I know what it's like, Laura."
"Know what what's like?"
"Your trousers. I saw you when that oaf knocked you down; for a few seconds, your crotch really glistened."
Great! How many others noticed? "It's nothing." Laura tries to pass it off, but....
"Laura, I want to show you something." Aemilia grabs Laura's hand and draws it to the inside of her thigh. Immediately, Laura snatches her hand back, but not before she feels it -- wetness. Aemilia had had an accident, too.
"Sorry," Laura said; "But it's nice to know I'm not alone."
"Me, too," returns Aemilia. They sit in silence, then: "Why don't you come up to my room after the game; we can talk about...our problem."
"No...well...alright...thanks."
The other tuba players are returning; Aemilia rises, smiles. "Later," she tells Laura.
"Later," Laura replies.
What are these feelings Laura is feeling? Embarrassment? No. Strangely, Laura looks forward to seeing Aemilia again. She wants to hear the details of Aemilia's accident; she wants to reliove her own experience. Gosh, Laura is getting aroused. What is happening to the freshman third second tuba player in the University band. In two quarters, Laura will find out; and she's looking forward to it. |
Godzilla, the Discovery
Brian, a research biologist for Nasa was in the middle of what he thought was an important project when the army came to his camp, a colonel that understood nothing of what he was doing about to reassign him.Brian- You have no idea! This is research is going to explain so much that we didn't know before!"Colonel- Really?A couple of soldiers were already taking some of his things that he had set up and putting them carelessly into a truck.Brian- Hey! Careful with that! Do you know what you are interrupting? I have found proof that the neuclear leaking in these mountains have produced profound affects on the wild life here.Colonel- Really? Fascinating. Sergeant!Another military person had grabbed the machine he was measuring radio waves with and threw it into the truck.Colonel- You've been reassigned.Brian- You can't do that! This project has been funded for the last ten years, and it's already paid for for another two!Colonel- Well, you are. If you don't like it, take it up with your boss.Brian- I will.Colonel- Good. Meantime, we have an emergency.Before Brian really had any answers at all, he was put on a helicopter and flown out to some islands in the pacific. The flight was nearly six hours, and by the time he had gotten to the island where they wanted him, he was quite hungry as well as tired.Brian- Where am I?Sergeant- You are in the Philippine islands. We have something of great importance here.Brian sighed. Brian- Fine, I'll take a look.He was taken from the copter to the main base camp they had already set up with several people already there.Brian- Wait! You already have people out here? What the hell did you need me for then?Sergeant- They are all specialists of their field, but you are the biologist.Brian- Great! What am I looking for?Sergeant- Amy, meet your boss.Amy- Oh great, another desk worker, right? Look, I already told you, we don't need him.Sergeant- Yeah, well your boss who signs your checks say you do, so listen to him.Amy- I will. You haven't even given me twelve hours, and I was promised a chance to lead this one.Sergeant- Yeah, well, he's been working with Nasa a lot longer than you.Amy folded her arms quite rebellious to the change of events. Amy- I will find your answers for you. He will just be in the way. This is not something that concerns his field.Sergeant- Just file your grievences and show him the sample.Amy- Fine, I will.She turned to look at Brian.Amy- Amy!Brian- Nice to meet you.Amy- Same here.The next minute, Brian found himself trekking a short distance towards the sea. Before getting to the sea, however, he saw several people taking measurements of the ground and soldiers quarentining off the area. He couldn't really see anything of interest as he looked around for several minutes, and then it dawned on him. there was about a foot depression all around him, and upon closer inspection, the place he was in the middle of, was like a large lizard like foot print.Brian- What the hell?He had just come back to the sergeant who had shown him the print. Brian- That was a foot print! Sergeant- No kidding.Brian- I'm... I... What could have made that thing?Sergeant- That's what you are here to find out.Amy- I told you he wasn't cut out for this. You should have left him where he was.Brian was still stuttering about the foot print for several minutes, before he realized that someone else was there.Amy- This is Ralph. He runs the equipment and takes measurements for us.Brian- Nice to meet you.Ralph- Same here.Brian and the others sat in council that night talking about what the creature was and where it had come from. The woman, who had long yellow hair and dressed in a buisness suit that was called Amy was the first to present her theory.Amy- The creature is said to be able to swim deep under the sea. It is possible that it had come out of the sea and took what it needed to eat and then returned. The creature is far too large to be anything that is commonly seen today. I think it might be related to the earliest reptiles that later came onto land. It could have been down in one of those canyons deep in the sea, and undisturbed for millions of years, maybe with the global warming or whatnot, it had the right conditions to hatch from its egg.Brian- Wait! Wait! There is no way this can be some kind of lost dinosaur! If such a thing had been living, there where is the proof that there are others. One egg could not have lived for millions of years just to pop out sometime in the future and hatch. The animal inside it would have perished long before this.Amy- What if the dinosaurs were just not seen, and had been in deep ocean all this time? Maybe it has a whole habitat down there.Brian- I don't think that's possible. Look, why don't we just look at the fact we know rather than try to speculate something that is as likely as finding a cave man trapped in ice and then being able to thaw him and see him live.Amy- Alright! What is your theory then?Brian- Well, what do we know? This island is the home to Monitor lizards, and it has been exposed to nuclear testing for years. What if the eggs of the lizards were somehow to mutate. Why don't we start with taking samples of the hatched eggs in this area and go from there.Amy didn't like his answer any more than he liked hers. First of all, it takes millions of years for evolution like that to take place, and secondly, that still left it open that they should be seeing more of these monsters around. She stormed off when she could see that the army seemed to like his explanation better than hers, and with a final 'fine,' she entered her tent for the night. |
(I'm back. ^_^ )
"Only strike when victory is assured. The farmer does not law low the wheat with half a stroke; thus the army does not law low their enemy with half their strength. If circumstance conspires against you, offer circumstance tea" - Military texts of Nortmund military legend Johannes Kilgore. The last sentence essentially translates to "wait out the enemy."
"Madame, the news is grim," murmured Hawthorne, the sergeant of the royal train's detachment, brushed snow from his coat and cinched the tent's knots, closing the pale light out. The warm lamplight that replaced it featured the man's worried face. "Word has arrived that the 3rd Army from Hiidenburg routed two days ago. The Oslanders torched the entire city, burning a good portion of the 3rd alive. The rest have scattered. Guardian Griffiths rides, but his forces are at least several days from here."
Wild, pale blonde locks of hair framed delicate yet hard face of the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily. She sat drinking Kafe, a mildly alcoholic stimulant from the east. The floral burn did little to stifle the chill she felt. Hiidenburg was only a few day's hard ride from Daschour, the royal family's destination. They had planned the journey for morale purposes. Things were hard in the fragile southern lands. The cold was brutal, the threat of Osland worse, and to top it off, the bandit problem had not been solved. It had been hoped that a visit from the royal family would ease some of the troubles. In Sam's opinion, it was far too risky an act for such a small gesture. And now, this.
She sat forward, finishing off the Kafe in a gulp. "What are Veridis' orders?"
"He is still in conference with the royal family. As per your instructions, I've already set the soldiers to striking the camp. We should be ready to go within the hour, or whenever they finish and their tent can be broken down. He has requested your presence as soon as possible."
The journey was coming to an abrupt end, now that the Oslanders stalked the southern hinterland. It had only been a few weeks since her "run-in" with the Queen, and the days following it had been mostly business, with the planning of this trip. All for naught, apparently. The train would need to make for Nortmund quickly, else the Osland raiders would overtake the slow-moving caravan. "Tell him I'll be there straight away," she said, pushing her chair back.
He nodded and left as the Sam stood. Her winter furs fell open for a moment to reveal the pale, toned skin on her legs. The brutal cold and clouds had all but bleached the sun from her body, leaving her almost porcelain. She shrugged the robe off and revealed her fencer's body briefly. A hard, but comely woman, she was lithe but still curved, smooth yet dotted with thin scars years old. Shivering, she went to work putting on her leather pads. The armor had some metal rivets, but in the cruel winter, the only practical armor was primarily fur and leather. Most metal plates would freeze and shatter. Strapping her sword to her side and fastening her cloak, she made her way out into the sterile white light of the snowy morning. The cold made her bladder twinge mildly, but she was far too preoccupied to let it affect her.
Making her way to the pavilion tent, the guards in front of it saluted, and let her pass. Inside sat the King with the Queen at a wooden table, alongside a stern, hardened man. Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Gin leaned over the table, tracing a line along a cloth map. He was speaking quietly, and with the sound of the soldiers outside breaking the camp, Sam couldn't make out the words. As befitting her station, she awaited the call of her commander. And while she did, her eyes wandered. The royal pavilion was well appointed, though still a little spartan for the road. Rugs lined the boarded floor, and a small firepit heated, the smoke and vapor escaping into a hole built into the top. As her eye traveled, she noticed off to the side, reading quietly, there was the red-haired goddess, the Princess Amelie. Her breath caught, and her body heat ticked up. The mere sight of the girl was nearly enough to set Sam aflame. Worst of all, the girl knew it. Though the girl made a pretense at continuing to read, a sly smile crept up her lips, and her eyes briefly flashed to the Guardian. The Princess was lounging in a silky dress - the tent being warm enough to wear normal clothing, and it clung to the young girl's body in a most insidious way. As she watched, the girl slid her leg down the divan she was laying on, parting the legs and allowing it to ride up, revealing dark blue stockings to milky thighs and eventually the girl's...
"Sirrah Greylily, step forward." Gin's voice was even, but the command was implacable, and her mind immediately snapped to attention. Shaking off Amelie's lustful spell, Samantha moved to the table.
"My liege," she said, bowing to the King, followed by "your Highness," and another bow. Finally, she saluted Veridis.
"Captain, what do you require?"
"I trust Hawthorne has alerted you to the situation?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "The decision has been made to make haste back to Nortmund. The Family shall be separated to reduce the risk of travel during the return, and we shall be leaving within the hour. The Queen will ride the carriage, while the King shall return with myself and the Guardians. The men will break the camp and return on their own time. They are aware of the risks, and happy to protect our liege. You," he said, pausing briefly, "shall ride with the Princess. First west, to Ferrus, then back north to home."
"Why the split, sir? That seems dangerous." She shifted forward, looking at the map. Various markers had been placed down, and she realized as Gin responded how dire their situation was.
"Aye, but it's a sight better than our alternative. As of this moment, we stand in the disputed territory of Nortmund and Osland. The barbarians march on this road as we speak, and we cannot risk the entire family being captured."
She stood for a moment, and let the situation sink in, before taking a deep breath, and nodding. "So shall it be done. Anything else?"
"One more thing. This," he said, pulling a discreet, plain wooden box from below the table, "Must reach Nortmund with the Princess. And the package must remain intact. It is an artefact. A dangerous one at that. I'm sure I don't need to go into details about proper care and handling of it, yes?"
Her world tilted slightly, and she shied away from the box. Artefacts were occult tools, objects of cultists and witches. Why it was there was beyond her comprehension, and it was only her steel will that surpassed her trepidation, and took the package. "It...It shall be done, Captain. My liege, my life is Amelie's."
His voice intoned gently, and she realized how rarely the King had ever spoken to her. Tension drew the words tight, but confidence radiated from him. "Of that, I am certain, Guardian. Go with the Gods, and we shall see you Home soon."
(Going to take a pause with this and finish it soon!) |
The King nodded at her, and as quick as that, she was dismissed. Gin went back to discussing tactical details with her liege, and the box sat quietly on the edge of the table. Was it her imagination, or did it practically beckon her? She shook her head briefly, and set her mind to the task at hand. She collected the box and turned. Amelie was already up, with a heavy fur coat on, looking beautiful and mischievous and scared at the same time. She guessed that the princess had already been made aware before Sam had entered. As she made her way over, the girl spoke to her.
"I've already taken the liberty of having horses and supplies set for us. The servants have already packed my things. As soon as you're ready, we can leave." Despite the gravitas of the situation, the Guardian had to admire Amelie's strength. There was no trembling or weakness for royalty. In the back of her head, the girl's figure etched itself into her mind. The flowing cloth beneath her coat almost accentuating the her forbidden places. "Would you care for some help getting things together?"
Sam kept her face carefully neutral as she nodded, though she longed to touch her, if only for a moment. Instead, she moved to hold the flap of the tent open for the girl, and they left into the pale white light of day. Outside, Hawthorne awaited her. "Madame."
"Sergeant. Take care of the Queen. If anyone can, it will be you." A thin line of emotion tinged her words. What was that? Fear?
"Yes, Madame. I heard that you're riding for Ferrus, yes?"
"It seems that way. Why?"
"I know of a man there, in the event you find yourself in a need that can't be paid off with your crest. His name is Thatcher. Caldwell Thatcher. He's not exactly...Reputable. But he is loyal to the crown. Of a sorts." Hawthorne shifted uncomfortably. Sam knew what he meant - A rake of some sort. Ferrus was a made trade town; likely the man was a gambler or smuggler or so. "You might not be able to trust him with your purse, but I'd put even my own life in his hands, if it came down to it. I have hopes that you'll have the easiest journey of any of us. But there's been enough surprises today that I worry for that."
"I appreciate the concern, but it won't be needed," she said with a confidence she didn't really feel. "We will be home in no time, and when we are, the first round's on me."
He nodded, and saluted as they made their way back to her tent. As an officer of the court, she received her own private, albeit small, tent. That said, as she was used to traveling light, it still held plenty of room. Her small trunk was all that was there, aside from the cot. Amelie followed her in, and closed the flap behind her. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, Samantha. This has never happened before, and I'm surprised we got caught like this." The Princess moved past her and sat on the bed, sliding her coat off.
"It does seem a little odd. The entire trip, and then this happening. I wouldn't have thought that Gin would let the royalty out of the palace, let alone this far south."
"My father practically had to drag him here kicking and screaming himself. He argued that fear in this time would cause more damage than any bodily harm that could be put upon him or the family. A harsh sentiment, though I do agree."
"There won't be much of a kingdom to lead though if he d-"
"Don't say that!" Amelie glared at her briefly, before standing and kneeling to open Sam's trunk, laying the Guardian's belongings on the cot.
"I'm sorry. This has me on edge too." She took stepped next to the Princess, watching the girl go through her things. It wouldn't have been the first time, so she had no real qualms about it.
"I'd been thinking about that a bit. Why don't we start our trip off with good feelings and good omens?" The girl looked over her shoulder with a sly look at the Guardian, while she stuck her hips out just slightly, causing the cloth of her dress to drape itself over her perfectly formed ass.
"What do you mean - wait, here, now? We don't really...Oh gods. I've missed that" Amelie's thin hand snaked itself along the inside of Samantha's thighs.
"We have a minute or two, at least. We'll have to keep it quiet and quick," said Amelie through an evil grin, "but that's nothing new." She pressed her ass against Sam's leg and crotch, causing her to moan quietly. In almost a whisper, the girl said, "Besides, I have to gooooo..." To accentuate it, she squeezed her thighs against the Guardian.
Unable to help herself, the Guardian slid a hand against the girl's hip bone, pulling her against the woman. Before she realized what she was doing, the other hand had already snaked around the girl's chest, caressing her breast, moving up to her throat. A heavy draw of breath came from the girl, and she hiked her skirt up slowly, still mostly pressed against Sam. Creamy legs were exposed, followed by the girl's beautiful ass, practically glowing in the pale lanternlight. She noted that the girl wasn't wearing undergarments. Sam's mind wandered briefly at the girl's pantiless groin, resting on the pillows in the main tent.
With her one hand holding the girl against her, the other slid down, ever so slowly, caressing each part of the Princess' skin, reveling in her soft pubic mound with its light fuzz. Her fingers felt the girl's pussy, and it was already slick. The merest touch was electric to Amelie, who gasped before sidling herself up, squatting down slightly. She held herself against the cot. Her forbidden places were on display, enticing the Guardian. She kneeled before her Princess, eyes glued to the scene before her.
An innate sensuality caused the girl to rock her hips slightly, moving her ass slowly in a hypnotic circle. "I've had to go all morning, and haven't had a chance to release my water since I awoke. I almost couldn't hold it in the pavilion. I squirted a few times on the pillows. I don't think I can hold it any longer..."
Sam was transfixed. The words from the girl echoed in her head, but her eyes were trapped on the visage in front of her. And just like that, she saw it happen. At first, a tiny trickle escaped her soft pussy lips. The girl tensed briefly, trying to hold it, and then a squirt, tracing its way down her thigh. All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, and she started peeing in earnest, the pale yellow liquid hissing in the quiet of the tent. The outside world fell away as the Guardian watched. Bewitched, her hand reached out, touching the girl's soft lips. And in response, unable to contain herself, the girl pressed herself against Sam's hand, still peeing.
Oh gods...Touching her felt so good. How did it feel so good?
She slid a finger inside the girl as her stream died down, and the girl pressed her body against Sam. Winding hands flailed against the Guardian's body, each touch electric, uncontrollable. It's been so long. How does it feel so...
And then she heard it. A whisper-thin hum, like...Like nothing she'd ever heard before. Amelie, noticing Sam had paused, murmured half in curiosity and half in frustration, "Samantha, what's the matter?"
"I...I'm not sure. Do you hear..." And then she pinpointed the sound. It was coming from the box. The artefact's box. Inside it, illuminated from the cracks in the lid, there was a deep-violet glow.
"My lady, there is witchcraft afoot."
(Taking another break. Sorry guys! Time is a precious commodity for me these days. But I will continue to work on this!)
(Side note: Would it be possible to get this attached to the first post? I can't seem to edit it.)
I'm glad you like it. The character Sam was modeled from one of your drawings, :) |
This would take part in a possible story line after season ten in which Lana removes the kryptonite infected super suit.
Lana roused from her sleep a few minutes before her alarm was designated to wake her. Beating it to the punch she disarmed the alarm before sitting up on the mattress of her hotel. Even without her bra her breasts retained their youthful perkiness from her highschool days. Her tan skin seemed to glow in the low light of the street lights just out of her window. She brushed her dark hair from her face before rubbing sleep from her eyes. She dangled her legs off of the mattress for a few minutes, trying to motivate herself to remain awake at four in the morning.
Finally she managed to throw the covers from her lap and rise to her feet, revealing her lacy pink panties as she made her way to the bathroom. She stripped the skimpy underwear from her body and tossed it to the floor before climbing into the shower and running the hot water. She scrubbed her body with the measly hotel toiletries as best as she could.
She didn't waste much time in the shower, quickly shutting if off once she was clean, and dried herself off. She strolled out of the steamy room and too her suitcase. She pulled on black, lingerie style bra and panties, tight skinny jeans and a form fitting black v-neck. She slipped on high heels before packing everything and going to check out. Soon she was in a cab heading towards a Paris airport to catch her flight back to Metropolis Illinois.
She strolled through the gates of the airport only to find her flight had been delayed. She found herself stuck in the airplane as they waited for the weather to clean up. Meanwhile she was forced to remain seated until the flight would be in the air, she had no idea how long that would be so she simply sipped one of the three bottles of water as she awaited the take off. The smell of the obese man to her right was beginning to become overwhelming by the time the airplane was finally "OK'd" for take off.
Lana sighed in relief as they began to gain altitude. "Just eight more hours." She muttered under her breath as she drifted off back to sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was when she awoke but her bladder was throbbing and the smelly man to her right was fast asleep. Upon glancing to her left she noted it was bright outside and they were above land. She assumed they were at least in the United States, hopefully.
She hoped they would also be near her destination because her bladder was in agony and it would be impossible to escape her window seat from her position. However, with her seat neighbor unconscious she allowed herself to grasp her crotch area as her legs bounced rapidly. Eventually she was able to release her grasp of her bladder and relax slightly. She wrapped her legs around each other tightly and curled her toes, leaning back. Occasionally she pressed against her lap, but for the most part she was able to look calm.
An hour later and she was biting her lip lightly, her legs trembling as they remained tightly wrapped together, beads of sweat forming on her brows and her urethra was burning. She remained hunched over as she tried to unbutton her jeans to relieve the pressure in her bladder. A short hiss was barely audible as a spurt freed itself, dampening her panties. She tensed up and blushed brightly for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and loosened the tightness of her jeans. She leaned back again but only for a moment.
There was a loud ding as the seat belt symbol blinked on.
"Great." Lana groaned, fastening the device around her waist, the pressure making itself apparent, immediately. She squirmed as she tried to cut the pressure on her abdomen. Meanwhile the flight attendant quickly scurried over to Lana's "neighbor".
"You could have at least woken him." She said bitterly as Lana's nose was assaulted by the intoxicating smell of to much floral perfume. Lana reeled back as another spurt soaked her panties and left a small stain on her crotch.
"Sorry." She said meekly.
The attendant said nothing as the click of the man's seat belt seemed to announce the arrival of turbulence. The flight attendant was bucked backwards while Lana lost another spurt of warm urine. She tensed up as she seemed to bounce about in her seat while the attendant struggled to her feet.
"Everyone remain seated, we are just experiencing a little bit of turbu-" She face planted as a particularly harsh bit of turbulence caused the plane to buck violently. A few people chuckled, while Lana spasmed slightly, leaking into her panties giving her jeans a coaster sized stain on her crotch. The man to her right finally roused in a slight panic. Mod mentality seemed to set in and soon various passengers began to freak.
In good reason it seemed. The plane began to get tossed through the air as Lana subsequently spurted rapidly into her panties before a roar erupted before the plane seemed to snap in half. The screams were deafening as the plane lost it's pressurized atmosphere and any loose object was shot into the sky as the passengers lurched in every which direction. And then the seat belts began to fail, they tore with a loud rip and various passengers were released into the sky.
amidst the chaos Lana's bladder erupted as hot pissed soaked her jeans and a stream of light yellow liquid seemed to fly past her as the plane plummeted. Lana screamed as her neighbor was ripped from his seat in a panic. It seemed like she was the last passenger in her half of the plane as it fell out of the sky. Her seat belt tore as well and she was torn from her seat and she was in the sky falling away from the metal shell. Her scream was shrill as she continued to pee herself, and then her body shuddered as it stopped suddenly.
She opened her eyes to find herself in the arm's of her love, Clark Kent.
"Clark..." She said softly.
"Lana?... It's ok, you're safe now." He said, not bringing to attention the warm downfall of pee as it cascaded from her butt, some of it seeping into his blue suit. He descended to the ground slowly, all of the passengers now safe. |
So, it's been a while since I've posted something here. Work and all that, you know how it goes. Anyway, thought I'd post another story that, unlike my others, isn't a fanfiction (though these will remain the main focus of my stories). It's a bit longer then my usual stories too, and the focus could perhaps be more towards the omorashi, but I'm always trying new things, so yea...
I'd appreciate it if you would give your feedback on this story and tell me if you liked it or not. I'm as of yet unsure if there will be a sequel to it, but it's a definite possibility. As always, I hope you enjoy!
Warning: Contains violence towards women.
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Revenge
Amy Farly walked into The Merry Duckling and was immediately struck by the heat of the place. It was the sort of bar that always seemed to be dank, dark and smokey and particularly hot, no matter what the weather was like outside. It reminded her of the bars you saw in movies where mobsters always hung out to discuss their next points of business, smoking cigars, drining wodkas and pulling waitresses onto their laps. She saw none of that at this bar, but she was still reminded of it. She had come to this place at the request of someone she thought she'd never see again. As she looked around the place for him, she didn't immediately spot him.
Maybe he hadn't gotten there yet, despite the fact that she was actually 10 minutes later then agreed upon. She decided to sit at a table close to a window and realized she shouldn't have bothered with a window seat as the window was so full of soot and smudge, she could barely see outside anyway. The bartender approached and took her order, as Amy checked her cell to see if she had any missed calls. Maybe he'd left a message that he couldn't make it. But nothing.
A few minutes passed and she got her ordered cup of coffee, but still no sign of him. The door swung open and Amy looked hopefull at the person entering, but it wasn't him either. A regular from the look of it. He walked through the door and headed straight for a seat at the bar as if he'd done it a thousand times before, which he probably had. He didn't even notice her and walked by her as if she were nothing more then a wisp of air to him. She supposed she shouldn't feel too bad, since he didn't look like the kind of guy that she wanted attention from anyway, but she couldn't help but feel a little insulted regardless. She may be a little on the heavy side, but she was attractive looking.
With her auburn hair, neatly cut to shoulderlength, pouty lips covered in bright, but tastefull red and big blue eyes, she had been the source of many headturns and whistles on the street. She decided to let him get away with what she considered incredibly rude behaviour however, because almost right behind him came the guy she was waiting for.
His name was Mark and he was one of her ex-boyfriends. He wasn't particularly goodlooking, but he did have that air of inteligence and confidence about him that would make many women sleep with him, despite his not so appealing looks. It didn't hurt that he had one of the most unique senses of humor she had ever seen in a man, either. Just seeing him brought back a whole flood of memories from their time together. The laughs, the tears, the joys and the heartbreaks. Most of their relation had been a good one, a happy one. Except for their break up. She had broken up with him and he'd taken it particularly hard. He had responded immediately and violently by throwing her out of his house and cutting off any and all communication with her. She cringed inwardly as she was reminded of why he had acted that way near the end of their relationship. It had been her fault.
But now, he seemed ready to make amends. He walked into the bar and noticed her almost immediately. He hadn't changed one bit. He still exuded that almost palpable air of confidence, bordering on cockiness and that bright look in his eyes that betrayed an intelligence of which she knew it exceeded hers by far. She had always envied him for his sharp and witty mind, a trait of his that made her feel slow and almost retarded at times. She knew she wasn't too bright, but she never considered herself to be dumb. Except when she was around him. She couldn't help it. It was just something about him that made her feel that way.
She quickly noticed he still had that boyish grin as well. That was the very thing that had drawn her to him initially. His boyish, somewhat clumsy grin. She knew it drove many other women his way too, but right now she was too glad to see him again to consider that fact for too long.
He slid down into the chair opposite hers and draped one arm over the chair's back while ordering a soft drink, all in one smooth motion. That was another thing about him that was his own. Everything he did was smooth and fluent. He never stopped to do anything. Everything he seemed to do was fluent, like a chain of events seemlessly following each other, with no pause inbetween his actions.
Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest as she realized it had been at least 3 years since she'd seen him. Since the ... incident. Would he be mad? Sad? Had he moved on already? Why had he called her here, to begin with?
So many question raced through her mind, but none of them left her lips. All she could do was stare at him and remember how great he had been to her, when they were still together. He had offered her everything she could possibly want in a man, except the one thing she craved the most. Stability. That had been the entire reason she had left him.
When his drink arrived, he paid for it and he finally opened the conversation in a very casual manner, much to her surprise. The way he talked, the way he acted, it seemed as if they'd met only days, weeks at the most, ago rather then the three years it had been. He questioned her about her job, her health, her family and she answered. He seemed so... unchanged. So charming and masculin. Despite her earlier intentions, Amy slowly, inexorably felt herself get drawn, almost sucked in to him. Closer and closer. She felt the feelings for her current boyfriend fade to shady grey as she was consumed by his presence. He seemed to fill the entire room with it. From her point of view, it seemed as if they were the only 2 people in the world. Despite her intentions to find out what he wanted from her, she found herself unable to question him on the subject. He lead the conversation and made sure to keep it light and friendly, and most importantly of all, away from their past.
She had always been drawn to him and had regarded the end of their relationship, or rather the way she had been forced to end it, as one of the biggest mistakes of her life. One of her biggest regrets.
As the conversation went on, she realized all over again that he was still everything she wanted in a man. He seemed almost too good to be true.
Time flew by faster then she realized and when she noticed him glancing at his watch, as if he had someplace else to be (with another girl!, she thought vidictively) she realized almost 2 hours had passed. He smiled and seemed to prepare to make his goodbyes and leave her hanging with all her questions. She still had no answers, but she was too hesitant to push him on the matter now. It would make her seem needy and clingy and she wanted him to think that she was happy now, with her fianceé, and that he didn't affect her that way anymore. But she didn't know how to say or act out these feelings. She wasn't suave like him. She was just... mundane. She had to prepare for an hour and a half to be found attractive and sexy for the other gender. To him, it just came naturally, no preparation required.
As she had expected, he picked up on her hesitant position and surprised her again, by asking her to step outside with him, so they could continue their conversation and maybe set another date to meet again. She quickly agreed and realized she had done so too quickly, in her eagerness to spend more time in his company, but she didn't care. As they stepped outside, she was about to pull over a cab, when he stopped her and jerked hiw thumb back, pointing at a dark alley which she knew lead to Main street, if you kept following it. She never used it though, as the alley was notorious for harboring drug addicts and the homeless. He explained that he just needed to be down that street, so there was no need to waste money on a cab. She hesitated again and look worryingly at they alley, which now seemed to loom over them ominously.
He just shrugged and made off for the alley, apparently perfectly willing to leeave her there and call a cab or whatever she wanted to do. She made the snap decision to follow him, as she had always done when they were still together too, another trait about him she both adored and hated. She never could say no to him, in the end, no matter how much her common sense screamed at her to snap out of it. She had to hurry, though, as he was already out of sight. The allay had plenty of twists and turns to it, so if she didn't hurry up she might lose him and she really didn't want to be have to make her way through by herself. She broke into a jog down the alley and turned the first corner away from the busy streets of Jersey that harbored the working class people that knew better then to come here. No sooner had she turned the corner when two strong pair of hands violently shoved her against the wall. She opened her eyes in pure shock and terror, and was just about to scream when the second guy shoved something greasy into her open mouth and proceeded to duct tape it inside her mouth. Her rational mind told her that they had done this many times before.
She shook her head from side to side and tried to break free of their hold, but to no avail. Depsite their malnourished, skinny build and dirt caked clothes, they were stronger then she was. Much stronger. She panicked as she realized no one was going to find her here in time. At least, no one that would care to help her. She couldn't even ask them what they wanted!
The first guy grinned a toothless grin at her and she almost gagged at the stench of his breath. The other one, who was slightly cleaner and apparently also the smarter of the two, moved to the side abit to reveal a third figure that had been standing there all this time. She realized she had known he was there, hiding in the shadows somehow, but hadn't recognized him as another person. Or rather, hadn't wanted to recognize him as another person. Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she saw sliding out of the shadows. What was he doing here? What was going on? And most importantly, what was going to happen to her?
Mark smiled a cold, emotionless smile directly at her and put something in the hands of one of the homeless guy. He quickly snatched it away from him and started counting the bills. Apparently content with the amount given, he nodded at Mark who nodded in response. He told the two vagrants to proceed according to plan. They nodded again. Amy had just enough time to wonder what plan they were talking about when one of them stomped her in the soft spot of her gut. Hard. Amy doubled over and fell to her knees, finally being released. She draped one arm over the painful spot and gagged for air, hindered by her...well, gag. She breathed through her nose as best she could, but it simply wasn't enough. If she couldn't breather more freely soon, she would pass out.
Almost as if reading her mind, Mark snatched the duct tape off her mouth in a cruel, painful way and Amy gasped in large amounts of air, thankfull for the fresh, revitalizing feeling. Just as she looked up to see what would happen next, both homeless guys dragged her back up and stomped her again. Softer, this time, but still enough to hurt her. She started wheezing for air, as stars danced across her field of view. One of them slapped her across the face, apparently to keep her awake, at least if the angry sounds, which she were sure were words in a different world, were any judge.
More sounds, coming from Mark this time, angrily ordering them not to hit the face. He wanted the face to remain intact. Amy had just enough time to wonder what else was gonna happen and how badly she would get hurt after this was all over, (surely, she was going to survive this, a part of her wondered) when they dragged her back to her feet. Still groggy from the beatdown and in too much pain to do much of anything, Amy weakly swung at one of them, though she couldn't tell which one through her blurred vision. She felt fingers move across her dress, and a splash of ice cold water hit her in the face. Mark told her he wanted her to remain concious for the grand finale.
She looked at him with a burning hatred, she looked at the guy who she had adored for 2 years and just recently fallen in love with all over again, with new eyes of contempt and hurt pride and considered spitting at him, but decided against, not wanting to make her situation even worse.
Mark stepped back and nodded at the apparent leader of the two vagrants, who must have been given order as to what to do earlier, because they moved wordlessly to proceed with the plan. Amy instinctively wanted to back, but had nowhere to go. Pretty soon their strong hands were all over her again, and though she managed to struggle a bit harder this time, she was still nowhere near a match for them. She wanted to fight, but the beatdown from earlier combined with her rather poor phyiscal form made her a poor fighter, even when in an adrenaline surged panicmode. The homeless guys groped her everywhere, trying to get a firm grip on her, as she continued to fight them as best she could. It was a losing battle, however, and they quickly managed to subdue her. One of them kept her arms pinned and had her pinned against the wall, while the other moved his hands down the cleavage of her dress and violently ripped her thin cotton dress in half, exposing her olive green panties and light blue bra. He quickly removed her dress completely and she felt the chill of evening run up her spine, just as she realized they were apparently planning to rape her for their 'grand finale'. Amy had never been more scared in her entire life. As she imagined herself lying on this dirty floor with one of the hobos invading her most private areas, she broke down in tears. She shook all over her body and quickly realized something else was amiss. She looked down and saw that, in her panic, she had lost control over her bladder and was wetting through her olive colored panties, down her slightly too big thighs and down her calfs. She gasped and tried to put a hand between her legs, but they were still being firmy held in place. She tried in vain to control the flow, but she just couldn't do it. She was too scared, too weak to do anything, so she just let it all go. What remained of her rational mind told her at least this way it'd be over faster.
Mark moved in closer and watched the growing stain on her panties with more interest every second. She noticed a huge bulge in his pants and she realized her wetting herself was turning this pervert on. She fought even harder to regain control, but didn't count on his moving a hand down the inside of her panties and yanking them down, exposing her bottom half completely. The embarassment of it all was too much for her and, without any control from her part, her bladder opened itself even wider, increasing the steady stream to a powerful jet, that now propelled itself forward, rather then just running down her legs. She clenched her legs together to help stem the flow, but her legs were reopened. The crowd wanted to enjoy the show, she thought bitterly. One of the hobos unclasped her bra, but at this point in time she didn't even care anymore. She just couldn't be any embarassed or humiliated then she was right now. And then... and then Mark showed her his cellphone and the movie that was playing on it. The movie of her, and what had just happened to her.
He laughed cruelly and ordered to homeless guys to take her clothes and leave her like this. He told her she now had two choices for the end of his movie. She could either try to make her way to Main Street and look for help from 'decent' people or she could stay in the alley and take her chances the people that made their 'homes' here. |
HIGH SCHOOL DESPERATION - Story requested by Dr. Philthy
A very popular school girl is about to get the biggest reality check of her life. She will find out that bullying isn't tolerated and those who are bullied have ways of making you pay.
Just another normal day in school; the most popular girl in the school was once again, picking on all the other students. She wasn’t that tall, around five foot six, give or take an inch, her hair was blonde and had a red bow in it to create the ponytail and she was wearing the usual school uniform with a few added things on it. She walked along the corridors like she owned the place and the girls who fell into step behind her strutted in the same fashion as they laughed at, picked on and made a fool of the students that they deemed unworthy. One of the guys thought that enough was enough of this girl’s terrible reign. It was like the girl actually liked making herself look like a nasty, evil little wh-
As the bell rang for first class; everyone filed in and sat in their chairs waiting for the teacher to come in and start the lesson. This gave the guy a chance to concoct a wonderful plan to get back at Miss School Popular for all the times she had picked on him and made him look like a fool in front of the entire school.
‘Oh yes…’ he thought ‘The little bitch won’t even know what hit her’
As the first lesson began; the boy pretended to be making notes, when really he was jotting down the notes of what he needed to do to make his plan succeed. He was glad that he had Science next; perhaps there would be something in there that would be able to aid his plan farther. But if not, then he was sure to have something at home that he could use to get back at her so that Miss School popular won’t be very popular anymore.
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When Science class was finally here; the guy looked for any ingredients that may aid him in his plan, however he found nothing and was forced to go through the rest of the school day thinking of how he could possibly get his plan to work. See what he wanted to do was make Miss I’m so popular so embarrassed that she’d stop bullying people. Thinking back to what she did to some of the new kids when they came up to the school, he suddenly got a very evil smirk on his face as he had finally figured out what he could do to make her stop.
He went home that night and looked in the medical cabinet in the bathroom and found some Hydrochlorothiazide which was used as a diuretic. Another evil grin found its way onto his face and he opened the bottle, took out one of the capsules and slipped it into his backpack ready for the morning.
‘Father won’t notice if one is missing I’m sure’ he thought.
Tomorrow was going to be a brilliant day, because tomorrow, he could finally get back at his bully and make her see why bullying is such a frowned upon thing in schools. No matter how popular you are or how posh you are, you still need to use the bathroom every now and again and Miss School Popular will be feeling that need quite a lot tomorrow. Going to his bag and pulling out his timetable, his evil grin only got wider when he noticed that they had one of the strictest teachers tomorrow, two hours of the strict maths teacher and that was right after lunch, which is when he’d slip the diuretic into her drink.
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When the next lunchtime came; the guy got a cup of Miss Popular’s favourite drink and carefully dug around in his bag, fishing out the capsule of the diuretic and carefully opening it, depositing the contents into the drink and stirring it to dissolve the medicine. When Miss Popular entered the lunch hall, he was instantly in front of her, holding out the cup.
“Thanks freaky” Miss Popular said.
She and the other girls laughed at that and then she went to sit down at her table, taking a sip of the drink as she did and the guy mentally fist-pumped at the sight of her drinking the drink. The next three hours would be very desperate for Miss Popular and he would be there for every minute of it, enjoying it and watching as she became the one who was being laughed at instead of the one doing the laughing.
Taking a sip of his own drink, he watched as the girl drank her drink in sips, but then took one really big gulp as it got closer and closer to the end of lunch. Grinning evilly into his cup, he finished his drink and walked to the classroom, knowing that Miss Popular and her girlfriends would wait until the absolute last minute to start walking towards class and because she was so popular, she liked to get there on time to get her favourite seat, so that meant…no time to go to the restroom before class.
‘I am so gonna enjoy this’ the guy thought.
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During the first hour of the maths class, Miss Popular began to slightly squirm in her seat as she began to feel a slight urge to use the restroom. However, she ignored it in favour of getting her work done, not only was she popular with her friends and many of the high classed guys in the school, but she was also popular amongst many of the teachers. The only teachers she wasn’t popular with were the maths teacher, science teacher and English teacher. Squirming in her seat once more, she lightly pressed her thighs together.
‘Not now please?’ She silently begged.
Knowing that the strict Maths teacher wouldn’t let her out of the classroom until the break between the two hours, she knew she had to hold it. Looking up to the clock, Miss Popular almost deflated as she saw that they had at least forty minutes until the end of the first hour of maths. Shaking her head slightly, she looked back down at her work and looked at the book she was working from and almost smiled when she saw that she had almost finished all of the equations that she had been assigned, so that meant…if the teacher was in a good mood, she would let her go to the bathroom.
‘A few more equations and I can go…hopefully’ she thought.
Getting on with the equations that she had to finish; she began to find it harder and harder to concentrate with the pressure building in her bladder. Her leg began to jiggle to take her mind off of the distraction as she contemplated what the answer to the equation in front of her was. Usually she would have got it straight away, but the constant prodding in her brain from her bladder was inhibiting the normal brain function for her. After a few minutes, she finally finished the last equation and her hand shot up. The teacher looked up and saw her hand and pushed her glasses down her nose a little.
“Yes?” She asked.
Miss Popular gave a small, what she perceived to be ‘cute’ smile and bounced in her seat a little.
“I’ve finished miss” she replied.
The maths teacher got up and strolled over to Miss Popular’s desk, bending down to look at all of the equations on the paper and ticking them off as she read over them. Nodding as she ticked the last one, she turned the page in the book in front of the girl.
“Good, you can now do these ones” she stated.
Miss Popular squirmed in her seat; obviously the teacher wasn’t in a very good mood, but she had to try as she was becoming a little desperate.
“Um actually miss…can I please go to the bathroom?” She asked.
The teacher looked over at the girl and again slid her glasses down her nose, regarding Miss Popular with a solid glare.
“You have just had lunch, why did you not go then?” She replied.
Miss Popular gave another, what she perceived to be ‘cute’ smile and once again bounced in her seat.
“Well I didn’t really need to go then miss” she answered.
The teacher shook her head and pushed her glasses up her nose so that they were once again sitting on the bridge of her nose instead of the slope.
“Finish those equations and I may think about letting you go” she stated.
Miss Popular deflated a little, but nodded anyway. She pressed her thighs together a little more and began on the equations. It was really hard for her to concentrate with the ever growing pressure in her bladder, but she kept thinking to herself that all she needed to do was complete the equations and she could go to the bathroom. The guy who had put the diuretic in Miss Popular’s drink smiled at this little display of desperation. He was already enjoying it as he watched. He looked back down to his paper as she looked over to him, a small smile plastered to his face as he wrote down the equations and answered them with what seemed to be complete ease.
Once the girl had finished the equations set by the teacher again; she once again put her hand up and the teacher looked over at her, getting up and walking over to her and looking at the equations before nodding.
“You have five minutes until the end of the lesson, I am sure you can wait until then” she said.
The popular girl deflated a little more; her desperation was becoming more and more. Nodding, she crossed her legs under the table and stuck her hand between them, pressing right up against her private lips; her fingers tapping against her thigh as she watched the clock, counting every second that went by, getting more and more desperate as the hand ticked and ticked. She switched positions, her thighs pressed tightly together as now both of her hands were between her legs, her little fingers pressing roughly against her nether regions.
Looking up at the clock again, she noticed that she only had three minutes until the end of class. Her eyes lit up and a small smile graced her features. Pretty soon she'd be in the bathroom getting the release she craved.
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When the bell finally did ring; Miss Popular was up and out of her seat in no less than a second. She ran to the nearest bathroom and tried the door. It was locked. It was only then that she saw the sign on it 'Closed for maintenance'. She gave a small groan and ran to the next bathroom, that door was also locked. Pressing her hands between her thighs, she groaned a little and then ran towards another bathroom to see a maintenance worker just going in there.
"Wait! Can I please use this bathroom before you clean it?" She asked.
The maintenance worker looked at her and shrugged; he'd been told to do some work and he didn't get paid if he didn't do it on time.
"Sorry love; I won't get paid if I don't do the work I gotta do in here" he replied.
Miss Popular nodded and as the man went into the bathroom, her hands flew between her legs again as she pressed her thighs together before she hurried towards the next bathroom, only to see a line forming outside of it with girls who looked equally as desperate as her stood there. Groaning again she ran off towards the only other bathroom in the school. She managed to get in there, but found that all the stalls were occupied. So she waited in the bathroom, hands between her thighs as she moved from foot to foot, crossed her legs and bounced on the spot, her knees bending as she did. Her hands were visciously gripping her crotch under her skirt tears springing to her eyes as she stood there.
'This is it, I'm going to wet myself and be the laughing stock of the entire school' she thought.
Finally, after what seemed like forever in the waiting; one of the stalls opened and a girl walked out. Roughly grabbing the girl exiting the cubicle, Miss Popular hurried in there, slamming the door and locking it before she pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet, releasing a loud sigh of relief as she was finally able to go to the bathroom. When she had finished, she came out of the stall and washed her hands, feeling a lot better now. Faintly; as she was washing her hands, she heard laughing outside the bathroom door. Walking out, she was horrified to see one of the guys she had been picking on, giving out pictures of her with her hands between her legs and her eyes squeezed shut. Even her friends were taking the pictures and laughing at them. The thought made tears come to her eyes and she ran off towards the classroom again.
After that incident; she never picked on anyone again, because instead of her laughing at everyone, she was the one being laughed at. |
This is essentially a prequel to earning the cowl. Not much to say on it, I actually had this planned before earning the cowl, but I couldn't decide what I wanted Ivy's costume to be, I still don't like my decision.
Harley Quinn sat slumped against a torn up couch in an empty warehouse. She sighed sadly. Her true love was currently locked up in Belle Reve. With no current way of freeing the Joker, she was stuck in the warehouse alone. Originally the henchmen stayed, but after several advances and the consequential death of each "Romeo" they fled elsewhere. With the absence of the perverts Harley was dressed in a red soffee that barely covered her ass, and a pink lacy bra. Her hair was messy and her face was devoid of make-up yet still stunning. She fell back into her chair, unsure what she would do with herself until she got her Mr. J back.
She sighed once more and forced herself to her feet. She walked over to a beat up wardrobe and pulled out her signature outfit before dashing off to the "shower house" in the west wing. She slowly washed herself clean, barely noticing the icy bite of the water as she cleaned days’ worth of sweat and grime. She emerged and finally changed into fresh clothing. She pulled on her black panties first followed by her red and black pleated skirt, knee length with socks and knee length black converse and then a red one. She then proceeded to place on her black sports bra that sported the three of diamonds near her nipple area before she tended to her hair and make-up. On her way out she selected a shot gun and made her way to the zoo.
She skipped there, forcing herself to feel a positive mindset as she set out to retrieve Joker a present for when he would return home. She gained several alarmed looks but oddly enough, she wasn’t stopped until she reached the Zoo’s entrance.
“Excuse me miss but you can’t bring firearms into the zoo.” A hesitant guard stuttered.
“Oh really? Who is going to stop me?” Harley asked with a smirk on her lips.
“Well that would be my job.” The guard reached for his Taser but he was to slow. In an instant Harley had his head under her foot.
“Nice try sweetheart, but you got to be faster than that.” She pushed the head down at an awkward angle till she heard a crack. She waved with a flutter of her fingers at the alarmed pedestrians that witnessed her act. She laughed as she walked through the gates and subdued any guard that came between her and the exhibit she was looking for.
Crowds of people scattered as she strolled through the zoo, her gun against her shoulder as she gave off an oddly casual appearance. She continued to wave with an amused smirk at every frightened civilian who gawked at her. It wasn’t long before the body count had risen and she had reached her destination: the Hyena exhibit.
She carelessly hopped over the fence, jumping past the gap into the Hyena’s territory. Both of them instantly focused on the madwoman who invaded their territory. They charged at her, but Harley barely showed any concern. Once they were in range of her she simply shouted. “SIT!” The stopped dead in their tracks
“Now listen here!” She demanded. “Joker’s going to be very happy when he gets back and sees his new pets so you are coming with me.” She said to the animals, which we basically quivering in fear of her. “Good.” She said using a light log of wood to form a makeshift bridge.
However she was interrupted by the arrival of a SWAT helicopter. Within seconds the men grappled down to the exhibit around her. She frowned. “You are really screwing with my plans!” Harley said loading the shot gun and aiming it at the two blocking her bridge. The scatter shot flung back both of them to the ground, hopefully dead as she dodged a flurry of bullets, making her way to the exit without her pets.
She ducked, twisted and side-stepped the lousy shots occasionally firing backwards at the men. Eventually she managed to lose them as she pushed herself through crowds of people and behind large sculptures and gazebos till she found herself at the zoo’s greenhouse. She raced in without thinking, pushing through the doors to find she wasn’t alone.
“Doctor Harleen Quinn. What are you doing here?” The deep, sexy voice of Poison Ivy called out. No sooner had she spoken than the voluptuous red head emerged into sight. With pale skin, long silky legs, a perfect hourglass body and a face that could make Aphrodite jealous, it was easy to see why nature made her the fixation of any man in Gotham.
“I think the gun in my hand makes it fairly obvious that I am no longer a psychiatrist. Oh and I go by Harley now.” Harley said, admiring Ivy’s bold fashion choice: absolutely nothing. Harley quickly formed an idea. “Hey Ivy… I need an escape from this joint. If you help me get out of here I can give you better living conditions.”
“I happen to like being amongst the plants.” Ivy said caressing a rose.
“Whatever Red, just do me this favor and once Joker breaks free I’ll guarantee you a forest if that’s what it takes.”
“Fine.” Ivy rolled her eyes, not believing Harley’s bribe. She utilized a system of vines and shrubs to form a hidden path leading them to a small hole in the fence of the zoo for them to escape without alerting the guards. Ivy summoned up a vine carrying a trench coat which she wrapped herself up in to avoid even more attraction.
The two raced off, struggling to slip through the gate before racing through the streets, never once breaking stride until they reached the warehouse.
“Is this the ‘better’ living conditions you were speaking of?” Ivy said in disgust.
“At least this place has a shower.” Harley said begrudgingly leading Ivy into the interior of the ware house.
A week later and the two super villains had formed a tight bond. Ivy had even concocted a counted pheromone to her body’s poison so Harley could survive long exposure to her. They even shared the only bed in the warehouse. However they were preparing for a bank job.
Ivy struggled into her green skinny jeans following her moss green lacey panties. Next she slipped into a green bikini top with a gold circle between the cups.
“I thought you preferred to be naked.” Harley commented indifferently. She felt a prickle in her urethra but knew it was just nerves. She pulled on red daisy dukes that had black suspenders that formed an “X” as it crossed over her torso. A black tube top covered her purple and red lace bra. Finally she slipped on red and black converse sneakers.
“I do. But I still dress appropriately in public.”
“You think that’s appropriate? Not that I’m complaining. I like your style Ivy.” Harley said, holstering it to her suspenders. The two made their way to the Gotham National bank attracting quite a lot of attention as the strut through the streets nonchalantly.
Soon they were on the lawn of the bank, Ivy seemed to relish the feeling of grass on her bare feet for a moment before following Harley into the bank, a severe prickle in her urethra, and she also brushed off as nerves.
The two burst through the doors and Harley instantly swung the barrel of her gun around menacingly.
“On the floor now!” I demanded. “You! Get the cash from the vault.” Ivy pointed at the farthest bank teller. In a panicky instant the bank employees and the citizens of Gotham were cowering in the far corner on their hands and knees while the female employee was in the vault gathering the loot. However, it wasn’t long before squad cars and the Swat team pulled up outside and instantly had the building on lockdown. Not too long after both Harley and Ivy quickly realized what they brushed off as nerves was a desperate need to use the bathroom.
As an hour passed by and the police refused each negotiation Harley was walking in three foot circles , body hunched over and her hands pressing against her lap. Ivy had her legs crossed tightly her body quivered as she hung up the phone.
“Ivy, why don’t you just make a way out for us?”
“I… Can’t… draw…. The concentration.” She spoke. “It would… mean… wetting myself.”
“Just go use the bathroom then!” Harley cried out, speeding up her pacing.
“You know we can’t do that!”
“Ivy give us a way out now or I’m going to explode!” Harley screamed.
“Fine!” Ivy said. The effects were instant as a dark glistening wet patch began to spread down the back of her legs as pee spilled from her urethra as a puddle began to pool from beneath her feet. Small rivulets of urine ran down her bare feet as the first trunk like vine tore through the floor. As more concentration was added to breaking free, the speed of the urine picked up. Streams splattered to the floor beneath Ivy and her jeans were nearly entirely soaked by hot pee.
However the ground was torn open giving Harley and Poison Ivy an escape. Harley grinned as she made herself take a step towards the opening in the floor. Her bladder couldn’t take it anymore and her shorts turned a darker shade of red as a large stream of urine began to cascade between her legs, rivulets of the warm urine trickled down her legs as a veil of urine formed just beneath her groan as the majority of the urine began to soak her right leg as it began to fill her sneakers. The urine overflowed the shoes and splashed out, contributing to the large puddle beneath her. As the flow continued Harley’s puddle mingled with Ivy’s who was standing in disbelief. Hot pee continued to pour down her legs and between them in a series of streams, splattering on the floor of the bank till Harley’s bladder ran empty.
“Tell no one.” She said aiming her gun at the crowd before leaping down the hole followed By Ivy. A series of thick vines covered their getaway as they ran through the sewer system back to the warehouse. Once safe in their refuge Harley squealed in glee.
“We did it Ivy!” Harley spun on her right foot, an odd squashing noise coming from her soaked shoe. Without thinking she planted a kiss on Ivy’s lips. She pulled away instantly. “I.. don’t… know what I was…” Ivy didn’t answer. Instead she pulled Harley back in for a long, passionate kiss. The pheromones kicked in, intensifying the amazing feeling between the two as the soaked friends kissed each other harder and harder.
Harley jumped on Ivy, her legs wrapping around Ivy’s waist, her tongue flicking through her mouth as they fell back onto their bed. Harley untied Ivy’s bra and discarded it. They only took a break to breath as Ivy pulled off Harley’s top and discarding. The two continued to lose clothing as they grew more and more intimate.
I'm going to stop you there. One because I'm a troll and two I feel extremely awkward writing a lesbian sex thing, Something I have no experience with. Well I hope you enjoyed this and leave your feedback, comments, criticism below. |
This is a story that I had great pleasure in writing, that I hope others will enjoy. I posted it on Experience Project a few months ago, but thought it might be appropriate here as well. It's a bit long, but for me the most exciting thing is the desperation, so I tried to make it last as long as possible. Any feedback would be really appreciated.
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Megan moaned quietly to herself as she gazed longingly at the clock on her computer, willing the time to pass quicker. It was 4:20 in the afternoon, and she still had over an hour before her work day would finally come to an end. She crossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of her chair, absolutely bursting for a wee. With her pee right on the brink of squirting out, she glanced nervously round the office, her long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders as she flicked her head round. Thankfully the other girls were hard at work, so she took the opportunity to give herself a quick squeeze. Uncrossing her legs and grasping the fabric of her flowing knee length skirt, she pressed her fingertips into the folds of her fanny. For a few seconds, which was as long as she dared in such a public place, she began kneading her pussy, the sensation of her extreme need to pee waning slightly. She withdrew her hand and was still dry, but only just, her bulging bladder the source of a constant dull ache inside her abdomen.
Megan worked for a small company that consisted of just 3 admin girls, and a handful of warehouse staff. She had arrived at work at 8:45 that morning, a little early, so flicked on the coffee percolator ready for the arrival of her co-workers, turned on her computer and logged in. Megan poured herself a coffee, and filled her water bottle from the water cooler, ready for the morning ahead. The company she worked for was in a temporary building while their regular office space was being renovated. She had worked for them for several years, and didn’t mind putting up with the disruption. All the basic needs were fulfilled, even if the temporary Portaloo the company had hired was a bit gross. Still, she could use it in an emergency, and with her regular coffee breaks, she was grateful for it no matter how dirty it was. The other girls arrived and the working day commenced, with the morning flying by in a blur of spreadsheets, ringing telephones and coffee breaks.
Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch. While she wrapped up her telephone conversation, she sat cross legged, jiggling her ankles, suddenly realising how urgently she needed a pee. Once the phone was down, she stood up, stretched a little, and made her way towards the door, hoping there wasn’t already someone in the Portaloo. Stepping outside, she saw to her horror that the toilet had been sealed with bright yellow hazard tape.
“Sorry love”, said a voice that startled her, “We’ve got a bit of a blockage.” It was the warehouse supervisor. “The toilet’s out of action for a few hours while we wait for the hire company to come and sort it. Hopefully some time this afternoon. I’ll come and let you know when it’s fixed.”
Megan frowned and crossed her legs, the morning’s 3 cups of coffee and the contents of her water bottle pressing down on her pee hole, making a bid for freedom. Being a relatively shy girl, she had always had trouble admitting to anyone that she needed a pee, especially men, so with that in mind she thanked him without kicking up a fuss and shuffled back into the office, sitting back down at her desk. She felt her face flush red and distracted herself by eating her sandwiches with the smallest amount of drink to help them down. She realised she was going to be in trouble if they didn’t get the toilet fixed, and fast.
The afternoon progressed and Megan’s situation worsened as the minutes ticked slowly by. 2pm came and went with no promise of a pee break, then 3, then 4. Thirsty, she chugged on her water bottle without thinking before catching herself and cursing. Where the hell was the Portaloo hire company? Didn’t they know it was an emergency? By 5pm, Megan was sitting at her desk hunched over, her left hand resting on her swollen bladder, her legs jiggling furiously up and down, desperately trying to hold back more wee than she had ever attempted to hold before. Her perfect breasts bobbed in time with her movements, nipples hard and protruding against her figure hugging shirt. The pressure was unbearable and her bladder felt rock hard to the touch. Even without standing up she could see the bulge protruding from her abdomen. She stared in vain at the screen, unable to concentrate, prickles of sweat forming on her brow and dripping down her face. She just had to squeeze her pussy again or it would all be over. Every last drop of pee would come hissing out into her knickers if she didn’t, and she couldn’t wet herself at work, the shame of it. With a panicked exp<b></b>ression, she glanced round again, hoping to God that nobody could see her.
The other 2 girls were sat at their desks, both presumably nursing full bladders themselves. Although both of them had the luxury of peeing this morning before the toilet had got clogged up, it was still over 5 hours ago. Megan consoled herself with the thought that they both must be absolutely bursting as well. Satisfied, however, that neither of them could see what she was doing, she again took hold of the front of her skirt and pushed it hard against her pussy, her fingers digging deep between her lips and massaging her pee hole. She shuddered as a wave of desperation took over her squirming body, goose bumps forming over her skin. Her bladder ached for release, and her pussy contracted and pulsed in the effort to stop her wee from squirting out of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to keep her knickers dry all this time, but dry they were. She could feel herself coming to the very edge of her holding ability, the pee desperately straining against her muscles, but she held it in. Tears formed in her eyes and beads of sweat travelled down her face, but her knickers were still dry, all of her pee being contained, for now, inside her busting bladder. She was trembling from the effort, her vagina felt hot and moist against the fabric of her tight pink knickers. Her tummy strained against her waistband, her bladder filling to beyond the capacity of anything she’d experienced before.
“Oh God I’m about to bust” she whimpered under her breath to no one in particular.
To her surprise, Sarah, the girl sitting closest to her, replied “Me too babe. I’m in serious danger of wetting myself in my car on the way home tonight.” Megan hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation. It was all she could do to stop her pussy from dribbling into her knickers, but she had to at least acknowledge the fact that Sarah had spoken to her. Clenching her muscles as hard as she could, she removed her fingers from her straining lips and composed herself, colour rising in her cheeks at the thought of having to admit to someone how desperately she needed to pee.
Half turning round in her chair, giving her the opportunity to cross her legs again, Megan said “I don’t think I can make it home. I haven't had a pee all day!” Subconsciously her hand caressed her bulging tummy and she winced as a spasm shot through her bladder and down into her genitals.
“I know, I noticed you squirming.” Megan blushed a deeper shade of red suddenly realising someone had been aware of her plight. In fact, Sarah had been watching Megan, as she always did, admiring her shapely form. She loved working with her. She was funny, intelligent, and so very beautiful; all the things Sarah longed to be herself.
“At least you don’t live very far away." encouraged Sarah, flashing her a smile.
It was true, Megan lived just 10 minutes away on foot. She had never bothered taking her driving test so had to rely on public transport or the good nature of other people to ferry her around. Her journey to and from work, however, was invariably on foot, and she was dreading the walk, nursing her desperately swollen bladder, frantically trying to prevent her wee from spurting out and cascading down her gorgeous legs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, almost releasing a squirt into her knickers. Her bladder was truly at capacity, no more room for even the smallest of drops.
“I’m going to wet myself on the way home, I know it” whispered Megan shakily, all sense of embarrassment having dissipated.
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lift home, but when we get there you have to let me use your loo first. I don’t think I could stand hearing you pee, I’d wet myself for sure!”
Weighing up her options, it sounded like a pretty good offer. It certainly sounded better than having to carry her heavy, distended bladder by foot. “OK, thanks.”
The time was now 5:10, with just 20 minutes before they could finally go home and squirt their pent up wee into the toilet bowl. Megan fantasised about the relief, imagining inching down her knickers to her knees and sitting on the toilet, finally being able to relax. The feeling of release would be orgasmic, another pulse shooting through her bladder and into her clit at the thought. She caught herself before the idea went too far and she ended up peeing right where she was sitting. Oh God she had to wee! All her muscles were clenched, from her bum, to her tummy, to most importantly, her sphincter. She felt that if she relaxed even a tiny bit, it would all be over. The pee would come spurting out, spraying from her lips, soaking into the chair and around her bum before she could stop it.
Turning back round to face her desk, she immediately uncrossed her legs and grabbed hold of herself, on the very edge of control. Could she last another 20 minutes? She just had to! In 20 minutes time, she would be on her way home and everything would be alright. She closed her eyes and pushed harder on her pussy, massaging her fingers back up against her pee hole. It was all she could do to breathe, every intake of breath forcing pressure down onto her bladder. Eyes closed, her whole world was focussed on her pussy lips and keeping her wee inside them. Kneading and sweating and bouncing in her chair, her tortured body was at its limit. She was biting her lip, her brow awash with droplets of sweat, her legs jerking furiously up and down as she fought for control.
Suddenly her phone started to ring. In an instant her mind was lurched out of her daydream and back to reality. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and for the briefest of milliseconds a droplet of urine broke past her muscles. In that instant, she felt the first dribble of pee burst out of her bladder and travel down her urethra, just the smallest of trickles. In response, every muscle in her body immediately clenched, her pussy quivering in her attempt to keep her knickers dry. She could feel the trickle of pee moving down inside of her, on the brink of moistening her inner pussy lips. Then it broke free, growing into a small bead of urine at the end of her urethra, before finally dispersing into the folds of her vagina. It wasn't enough to dampen her knickers, just enough to make her pussy feel sticky and moist.
She picked up the phone, crossing her legs, desperately trying to push her lips together to help hold back the flood. In a small, quivering voice, she managed to greet the caller, but wasn't really listening for their response. Instead, all her concentration was on her slippery wet vulva and her huge protruding bladder that was threatening to explode at any second. She pressed the phone harder against her ear to try and stop her hand from shaking, but it was no use. Her whole body trembling, without even a thought for her surroundings she jammed her free hand back into her slit. It was the only way to stop any more wee from seeping out of her.
For a few moments she sat absolutely still, holding her breath, scared that even the smallest intake of air would force her clenched lips to part and spray hot urine into her underwear. She closed her eyes and repeated the same phrase over and over in her head, “Please don’t come out, please don’t come out!” After a few seconds and back in tenuous control of her muscles, she realised her caller had finished whatever it was they were saying, and it was now her turn to speak. A few awkward moments later, the only thing her addled mind could think to say was “I’m sorry, we’re experiencing a few problems at the moment.” That’s the understatement of the century, she thought. “Could you ring back tomorrow?”
To her relief, although not the sort of relief she was really after, the disgruntled caller huffed and hung up. Quickly replacing her handset, she glanced back at the clock, her bladder tightening at the realisation that it was still only 5:15. With another 15 minutes before she could even begin to make her way home, it dawned on her that for the first time in her adult life, she might actually wet herself.
Her mind raced, her thoughts swimming in an ocean of pee. Hunched over her desk, legs bobbing up and down, both hands pressing firmly into her moist fanny, the last scraps of dignity had been lost. She thought about running outside and ripping the tape from the Portaloo. She didn’t care that it was blocked or even overflowing, if she could just get inside and pull down her knickers, she’d finally be able to let her pee squirt out of her. She didn’t even care if it overflowed and ran over the floor, at least she wouldn’t be in agony any more, and at least her knickers would still be dry.
A few minutes passed like this, thoughts of peeing in strange places passing through her mind. Every few moments a new thought with a new place, followed by the longest hiss of pee she’d ever released in her life. She thought about nothing but the feeling of relief, but couldn’t for even a second let her guard down. If she did, if she relaxed any of her muscles for even an instant, she knew she would have a full blown pissy accident.
At 5:25, with only five minutes to wait, she started to panic. How was she going to stand up and not pee herself? She couldn’t walk to the car with her hand between her legs, not with all the warehouse workers ogling at her. She would have to try and compose herself. And once inside the car, could she refrain for spurting her hot urine all over the passenger seat? She tried to put it out of her mind and worry about it when she really had to. For now, she had another 5 minutes to deal with.
Sarah could see Megan was in agony, but she couldn’t risk leaving the office even 5 minutes early. Her boss had given her several warnings already about time keeping, and her next warning could be the last. She simply couldn’t take the chance. She felt sorry for Megan, who was obviously in an extreme state of desperation, but at the same time she was enjoying the show. She could hear Megan breathing quickly and shallowly, occasionally gasping under her breath, just barely audible. Her chair rocked rapidly back and forth in response to her jiggling legs, squeaking like a hyperactive mouse where it needed oiling. The chair’s high back prevented Sarah from seeing exactly what Megan was doing, but she knew she must be right on the verge of springing a leak. If only Sarah knew how true that was, she might have taken pity and considered going back on their deal, letting her pee first once they arrived at Megan’s house. But being in a pretty uncomfortable state herself, she dismissed the notion. Besides, the idea of watching a fully grown woman wet herself was proving to be a turn on. She would make sure Megan upheld the deal, partly because she feared that hearing Megan releasing her pent up pee would make her lose control herself, but mainly because the notion of Megan wetting herself was arousing her very much indeed.
Megan, feeling her control ebbing away, knew that drastic measures were the only way to keep the pee inside her. With tears in her eyes, she gingerly removed her hands from between her legs and scootched to the edge of her chair, leaning back slightly and letting her skirt ride up her legs a little. Her bladder was stinging and began contracting again, becoming agitated from her change of position. Quickly but carefully, she slid one of her hands up her bare inner thigh until she reached the fabric of her underwear. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was standing over her, she hooked her index finger around the crotch of her knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing her beautiful trembling pussy to the air. She thought about just letting a little out, but realised that she was still sitting on the back of her skirt. If she were to release, everything in view of her desperate lips would certainly get drenched - her chair, her skirt, her boots, the sockets under her desk the computer was plugged into. Damn it she had to do something!
With her lips beginning to part, readying for an unstopable gush of wee that was about to come bursting out, there was only one thing she could think of to try and stop it. She just had to get her fingers directly pressing onto her urethra. She figured with the hole obstructed, it would be impossible for any wee to leak out. Without time to even consider her surroundings, she knew this was her last option. If this didn't work, her chair was going to get very wet, soaked by a seemingly endless stream of golden liquid that was on the brink of erupting from between her lips. Leaning back a little to get better access, she ran her middle finger up the length of her vagina, parting her lips, before firmly pressing on her trembling, exposed pee hole. Her body bucked as she accidentally brushed her clitoris, a wave of pleasure pulsing up through her body. Oh God that felt so good! She couldn't resist the temptation and moved her finger down, sliding it up into her aching vagina. Instinctively, her other hand came to rest on her bulging navel, gently caressing her hot throbbing bladder. Her pussy felt surprisingly wet, so wet she considered the possibility that she might have leaked without realising it. Dismissing the notion, she knew it was impossible. She would have felt it, wouldn't she? Sinking her finger to the knuckle and pushing her palm onto her clitoris, she began massaging the silky soft walls of her inner sanctum. It felt warm and tight around her finger as she clenched with all her might, desperately holding back the impending explosion of pee and slowly bringing herself back under control. Her muscles were taut and she was still unable to relax, but the pee was still being held inside her, contained in her bulging, desperate bladder. At this stage, that was all that mattered.
She couldn't understand why her body was so turned on. Her bladder was throbbing incessantly, the pressure feeling like it was on the verge of tearing her apart, but her clitoris was hard and aroused, protruding from its silky hood. She couldn't resist the urge to stroke her wet fingertip over her engorged clit, its extreme sensitivity causing a pulse of pleasure to shoot up inside of her, making her bladder convulse and blurring the boundary between pleasure and pain. Her pussy muscles contracted and her clit pulsed, and in just a few brief seconds her pleasure reached heights that usually took hours of playing. Suddenly becoming aware that she was breathing heavily and noisily, she knew she couldn't allow herself to orgasm, not here with her colleagues just a few feet from her. If she did, she knew her bladder wouldn't be able to cope. Her pee would come hissing out at full force, parting her desperately clenched lips with the force of a pressure hose. She wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment and ridicule. She slowed her fingers to a stop, feeling that just a few more strokes of her wet glistening clit would take her past the point of no return. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in protest at the denial. It took all of her willpower to finally withdraw her finger from her aching hole, her vagina twitching as the sensation of her impending orgasm gradually faded.
Oh God she had to pee! For a moment she sat still and tried to calm herself down, but without her fingers holding it back, her wee was again on the very edge of just spraying out. Clenching, she looked down at her abdomen and saw it was bulging noticably between her belly button and the top of her pubic hair, which lay just beneath the waistband of her skirt. Caressing the aching mound gently with her hand, she thought she looked at least 4 months pregnant. Pulling her knickers back over her salivating fanny lips, she slouched forward bending at the waist, trying to give her bladder as much room as possible. Her vagina was sopping and her knickers now clung to her folds, soaking up the fluids of her excitement. Her lips felt slippery, sliding against each other as she bobbed her legs up and down.
"This is it, it's all over" she thought, “I really am about to wet myself.” Her tired muscles could take the strain no more. She felt weak and powerless to prevent the inevitable. With beads of sweat dripping down her face, strands of hair were now clinging to her forehead. Her whole body shook and her clenched lips trembled, the immence pressure in her bladder straining to be released. At the end of her tether, her thoughts once again returned to the moment of relief. She imagined what it would feel like to finally be free of the huge weight inside of her. To finally be able to squirt her pee somewhere, anywhere, even into her knickers seemed like a good option now. Absolutely desperate, nothing more left for her to try, she felt her lips straining to hold back, but loosing the battle. She felt them beginning to part, the inevitable eruption of hot golden wee just seconds away, losing the ability to fight it. Right on the brink, her pee about to begin its descent down her urethra, the words she'd been dying to hear all afternoon were finally uttered.
"You ready to go home?"
She clasped the muscles at the base of her bladder shut with all her strength, gritting her teeth. Sarah was standing over her, the hint of a smile on her face.
“Wow, you look like you’re ready to pop!” Sarah joked, not realising just how close to the truth she was.
Megan couldn’t speak but just nodded. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were wide like a cat in the headlights of a speeding car. Biting her lip to distract from the pain of her ballooning bladder, Megan clenched her pussy and bum muscles with all her might. Slowly rising from her chair, the effects of gravity pushed her heavy bladder down, a small moan making its way from her mouth before she could stop it. She realised that if she tried to stand up straight, her pee would start spurting out in a heartbeat. Instead, bending slightly at the waist, she carefully put on her coat and zipped it up, trying to hide her bladder bulge from enquiring eyes. Her shyness returning, she really didn’t want the others to know exactly how desperate her situation was. Unfortunately for her, the pockets in her jacket weren’t deep enough for her to reach her fanny, so holding herself surreptitiously was out of the question. She would have to try and hold back the flood with her muscles alone, but was seriously doubting her strength. For the first time since she was a child she prayed to God. However, even God wouldn’t be able to help her now. She was on her own.
Making their way to the car park, Megan gingerly followed behind, trying to keep her footfalls as light as possible. Even the smallest of jolts sent spasms of pain shooting through her bladder, so she was as careful as she could be whilst still keeping up the pace. It really was going to be down to the wire, although now she was on the move, a renewed determination to hold it in had come over her. She knew, however, a delay of even just a few seconds could spell disaster for her tortured bladder.
Finally they arrived at Sarah’s car. It was a nice sedan with large leather seats, certainly too nice to spray pee all inside it. As she stood next to the passenger door waiting for the lock to open, a renewed sense of urgency overcame her. Bending over and curtseying deeply, her right knee over her left, she squeezed as tightly as possible and held her breath, holding on to the car for support. Her fanny coming to the very brink of spewing her golden juices, she clenched, groaning and sweating under the strain, another droplet of urine dripping out and moistening her inner lips.
The lock clicked and Megan swung open the door. Taking a moment to compose herself before she climbed in, she knew the following few minutes would be some of the most stressful of her life. Her bladder and genitals throbbed on every heartbeat. She had to hold back her pee at all costs while sat in the car, if it came out all over the seats Sarah would kill her. Getting in meant untwisting and parting her legs briefly. Although only for a few seconds, her hot throbbing pee hole felt suddenly exposed, all the external pressure being taken away. For those few seconds, all that lay between staying dry and spurting pee down her legs was her rapidly tiring sphincter muscle. As she slid herself into the seat, she knew she had to find a way of applying pressure to her lips without being too obvious. The seats were vast and her petite frame got lost in the expanse of expensive leather. Maybe, just maybe there would be enough room to bring up her foot and sit on it. It was her only real option apart from openly holding herself, and she was still too embarrassed to even contemplate that. Kicking off one of her boots, she very carefully positioned her foot. Tucking it up inside her skirt and under her bum, she could feel the damp crotch of her knickers against her heel. Grinding it hard against her fanny, she smoothed down her skirt, noticing that the position of her legs was causing it to ride up. In fact, the pink fabric of her knickers, clinging to her pussy, damp stain around the crotch, were plainly visible. She didn't know how long she could hold back the flood with just her heel, but it was better than nothing. Bringing her arms down she folded them in her lap in an attempt to hide her clammy camel toe. The engine was finally started and Megan buckled up holding the belt away from her abdomen, even the smallest of pressure threatening to make her explode.
Although Sarah had been to Megan’s house before, it was over a year ago. Megan gave Sarah directions to refresh her memory, her voice quivering from her extreme desperation. She felt slightly dizzy, the full to bursting organ in her abdomen throbbing relentlessly. As the car pulled away, it was apparent to Sarah that Megan was truly busting. Were they pink knickers she was wearing? Although Sarah didn't consider herself a lesbian, she took a great deal of pleasure from beautiful women, and Megan especially. Having never had a sexual encounter with a woman, she didn't even really consider herself bisexual, but there was something about Megan that made her lust for her. For all the years they had worked together she had fantasised about her, admiring her exquisite beauty and dreaming of what lay beneath her perfectly pressed clothes. Looking at her now, seeing she was on the brink of a full blown accident, she felt incredibly turned on. The devil on her shoulder told her to enjoy the situation, moments like this didn't come along very often. However, the angel on the other made her feel ashamed. Megan was a friend in need, and she needed her help. Figuring she should probably get her home as quickly as possible, she pressed down the accelerator and sped away.
Megan clutched the side of the passenger seat, being thrown off balance by the sudden acceleration, and let go of the seat belt. It snapped back against her aching fragile body and she whimpered in pain. Tears welling up, her eyes widened as she saw the rapidly approaching speed bump at the exit of the car park. She knew this was going to hurt but didn't have time to prepare. With her belt buckle pushing into her bladder, her pee was already on the verge of sizzling out from her desperate quivering lips. She braced herself for the bump by tensing every muscle in her body, just as the car lurched over it. The momentary feeling of weightlessness was too much for her poor desperate body to take. As the car plunged hard back to the ground, her bladder bounced mercilessly inside her abdomen. Contorting and warping in the same way a water balloon does when it hits something hard, no amount of clenching could stop the impending explosion. She felt her lips suddenly part, her fanny squirting a half second jet of golden wee into her knickers. The crotch of her underwear ballooned as her urine sprayed into them, seeping through and wetting her foot. The short hiss from her lips seemed to resonate around the car, but Sarah seemed not to notice. A small trickle followed the spurt, her urine dribbling through her trembling sphincter and seeping down her urethra, and out through her desperate aching hole.
Megan sat bolt upright, pulling away the belt, grinding her pussy into her heel with all her might as she clamped off the dribble. Her knickers and her foot felt soaking, but in reality only about 2 tablespoons of wee had actually come out, certainly not enough to give her any degree of relief. Quite the opposite was true in fact. Her bladder was now a constant source of pain, full to the brim with litres of golden urine, aching more than ever for release. She closed her eyes, her whole world focused on her pee hole. She could do nothing but feel the pain of her wee racked bladder. pee assaulted her every sense; she could smell it in her nostrils; she could even taste it in the back of her mouth. Her skin prickled with sweat and she felt herself swoon as she forced her muscles to push back against the bulging mass of her bladder. She felt like her whole body was being engulfed in pee, swimming against a strong tide, almost drowning in it.
“Sorry babe” Sarah said. “Don’t burst yet, you’ll be home in 2 minutes”.
The way Sarah was driving, she really believed it. The tyres squealed as they tore round the corners, overtaking other motorists at every opportunity. It was Sarah’s turn to feel pangs of desperation, but nothing compared to poor Megan. Sarah’s thong was moist from arousal, but not a single drop of pee had leaked into it. Her bladder did, however, begin to twitch at the thought of Megan's loo drawing closer. Megan, on the other hand, was absolutely bursting, her aching muscles now feeling numb from the strain. Her sopping knickers adhered to every crease of her labia. When she thought Sarah wasn’t looking, she covertly wiped the pee from her foot and dried her hand on the side of her skirt. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her bladder gave up completely and the pee would spray out of her. There was a limit to every girl’s capacity, and she had reached that limit over an hour ago! Looking down she flushed with embarrassment as she realised the wet fabric of her knickers had become translucent. Every part of her cleanly shaven vagina could be seen clearly, her clitoris standing proud, throbbing like a drum in time with her heart. She could see her foot applying pressure to her opening, bunching the fabric up between her lips and into her pee fragranced slit.
Sarah couldn't quite believe what she could see from the corner of her eye. Trying not to be too obvious, she turned her head slightly to get a better look. She had fantasised about it on countless of occasions in the past, but it was even better in the flesh. Her heart beat faster from excitement and her breathing became shallow. Megan's vagina was more beautiful in real life than it had even been in Sarah's fantasies. Thoughts of running her tongue up her gorgeous pee saturated fanny went through her mind. She imagined how it might taste, her mouth salivating at the thought. For the first time in her life she felt truly aroused. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past, and at the time she thought she had been happy. But looking at the stunningly gorgeous woman in her passenger seat, her perfectly formed pussy on show, she realised that men would never be able to satisfy her again.
The remainder of the journey was rough. Megan was holding the belt away from her abdomen, stopping it from pressing and rupturing her bladder. The other hand clutched the door handle for stability, her knuckles turning white from her super tight grip. As she was being thrown around in her seat, she knew there was no way she could cover herself up, not until they slowed down. She felt her pee was again right on the threshold of squirting out, but knew if it did, Sarah would be able to see it coming right out of her trembling pussy. She had to hold on and clenched every muscle in her body, but couldn't stop another spurt from breaking free. Shooting out from between her lips, it squirted right through the fabric of her underwear, cascading over her foot and trickling down between her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes closed, all her energy and concentration focused on her bursting bladder. Realising they were nearing her street, Megan took a modicum of comfort from the fact that the agony would soon be over.
As the car slowed, Megan moved her foot and composed herself, pulling down her skirt so she was no longer exposing herself to her friend. Bringing her leg up as far as she could without squishing her tummy, she quickly slid her boot back on in anticipation of getting out of the car. Sarah pulled into Megan’s driveway and killed the engine. Opening the doors, both girls gingerly pulled themselves from the car. Glancing back at the seat, there was a small wet dribble where Megan had been sitting. She wiped it away with her hand and hoped Sarah hadn't seen it.
Megan felt on the verge of involuntary release, her bladder unable to adjust to her standing position. Her hand flew to her pussy, grasping and kneading to try and hold back the torrent inside of her. Ripping open her handbag, she fumbled for her door keys, dropping them on the floor. Just as she bent over to pick them up, her bum in the air, more wee squirted out, jetting straight through her knickers, spraying the back of her skirt. At the same time, a small dribble of amber urine began to snake down her inner thigh.
“Come on Meg I’m busting!” Sarah said, standing on the doorstep with her legs crossed. Meg considered the irony of that statement.
With a shaky hand Megan put the key in the lock and opened the door, stepping over the threshold and into her living room. Throwing her bag down and tearing off her coat, she caught sight of her glistening toilet standing proud at the top of the stairs. All she had to do was climb the steps and her agony would be over. OK, she hadn’t quite made it without a spurt or two, but she had done her absolute best, and now the agony would come to an end. The contents of her bladder pushed down hard against her lips, convulsing at the sight of the porcelain.
In an instant, Sarah flew past her at the speed of lightening, sprinting up the stairs and slamming the door!
“Wait! I can’t hold it!” Megan shouted in protest, but it was too late. Sarah was already tearing down her thong and relaxing her muscles. Megan whimpered as she was left standing in the middle of her living room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her pee bulge really did make her look pregnant. For the first time she noticed that even the waistband of her elasticated skirt was really digging into her, putting pressure on her distended navel. The bulge protruded at least 4 inches from the rest of her usually flat stomach. She stood there and caressed it, tears rolling down her face. All shame now out of the window, she lowered her skirt and slid it to the ground, kicking it to one side. She pee danced around the floor, hands pressing up on her throbbing quivering fanny with all her strength. Here she was, a grown woman, dancing around semi naked, all of her pent up pee about to burst out of her hole.
"Please Sarah, I'm about to bust!" Megan cried, whimpering.
Sarah, still sitting on the toilet, tried to relax. Although genuinely bursting, only the smallest of streams was dribbling from her snatch, trickling into the water. She had been afraid of this. Suffering from a condition that sometimes prevented her from peeing properly, it was made all the worse when she was forced to hold it until desperate. She breathed deeply, pushing on her locked bladder, but her stream stopped completely. She knew that eventually the rest would come, but it was a waiting game. She thought about poor, bursting Megan, suddenly feeling slightly bad that she had insisted on going first. But only slightly.
Megan was beside herself with desperation, trying with every ounce of strength to not completely wet herself. She pushed her fingers harder into her lips, but didn’t have the strength to stop another small dribble from jetting out of her.
"It's coming out! Please hurry up!" she sobbed.
Her mind floating in an ocean of wee, she wasn’t thinking straight. She had to do something, anything, to stop any more from spraying out. As a last ditch attempt to contain it, she slid down her knickers, kicking them off, and perched on the sofa. Now completely naked from the waist down, she brought up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the cushion, adopting the same position women usually give birth in. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror, she could see every inch of her perfect young body. Her buttocks were trembling from the strain and her bladder bulged alarmingly. Her pussy glistened, a small bead of pee gliding down the folds of her wet lips, trickling down onto her bum. She could see her vagina clenching and unclenching, her lips moving up and down in unison as it happened. Her perineum was quivering visibly, the muscles squeezing back for all they were worth. In that instant, she was powerless to stop yet another hiss of hot pee from squirting out. She saw her lips part, the force ejecting the spray in an arc from her desperate fanny. It was just a half second shot, but with enough force to send the small stream though the air, breaking up into droplets as it flew before landing on the floor in a neat line. Her fingers once again touched the smooth folds of her pussy, parting her lips and pressing firmly, directly on her urethra. Her fanny was sopping wet, her fingers sliding to her urethra with ease. Her mind was a blur, only nonsensical thoughts zipping through. Feeling like she was going mad, her whole existence was now exclusively focussed on the engorged folds of her slippery vagina. She couldn't think and she could hardly breathe, she could only dream of relief, of wetting hard and fast into the porcelain bowl. Her eyes tearing up, the only thing stopping her from completely busting was the force of her fingers pressing up into her frantically desperate wee hole.
Sarah breathed deeply and finally started to dribble again, wondering how Megan was holding up. She found herself fantasising about the poor desperate girl spraying urine into those pink knickers she saw earlier. Finally, her dribble became a trickle, which became a squirt, which became a steady hiss as her pee drained out of her. Maintaining a strong hissing stream, the relief was ecstasy as her bladder finally pushed the last few drops from her body. Wanting so badly to see what had happened to Megan, she was sure she would emerge from the toilet and see her standing in a pool of wee. Her heart jumped at the thought and her extreme arousal made her tremble. She longed to make love to Megan, to finally feel her silky pussy lips gliding over her tongue. As she tore the toilet roll and wiped her snatch, a string of love juice slurped from her desperately aroused lips.
Megan felt as if she was having an out of body experience, all rational thoughts having ceased. Her pee racked body was desperate for release, but her fingers blocked her urethra preventing any squirts. She closed her eyes and let wee wash over her every thought and feeling, and started to embrace rather than fight it. Her bladder was pounding, as the bursting, stinging, orgasmic pain sent tingles to her clitoris on every heartbeat. She hadn’t even stroked her clit and she felt on the brink of a full body orgasm. She no longer even knew where she was, nor did she care. She had spent the whole day fighting back her body’s needs and urges, and she could fight no longer. She had to orgasm, and she had to pee, both needs no longer under her control. Subconsciously, she removed her fingers from her tender lips. The tension in her fraught body was reaching a peak. Without even needing to touch her engorged clitoris, she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life. The overwhelming feelings of desire and lust merged with the now sharp pain of her bladder, creating a pleasure so intense she thought she would black out. She felt her pussy begin to convulse and part, her inner labia lips now visible as her vaginal muscles shuddered and trembled.
Sarah made her way out onto the landing as quietly as possible, hoping to delay Megan’s relief for just another few seconds. Slowly and quietly making her way down the stairs, her clitoris spontaneously convulsed at the sight of Megan and she nearly came right where she was standing. Primal instincts taking over, she could resist the call of Megan’s pussy no longer. As she approached, she saw Megan’s poor bulging bladder as she writhed around in desperation. Her legs were completely spread, her pussy lips fully parted and her throbbing clitoris stood proud and erect. Full to the brim with litres of hot golden pee, her bladder stuck out from her abdomen like a football. Her pussy lips shimmered in the light, wet and slippery, an enormous gush of wee about to erupt from between them.
Sarah knelt down in front of the most beautiful girl she had ever met, her vagina just inches from her face. Moving in closer, her nose almost touching Megan’s folds, she could smell the sweet scent of fresh urine. She swooned as the aroma of her pussy filled her nostrils, washing over her soul. Megan’s bladder convulsed and contracted, desperately trying to push the pee out of her tortured body. Her sphincter was about to fail, the wee about to spray out with an unstoppable force. Sarah felt dizzy from arousal. Extending her tongue she began to lick at Megan’s lips, the salty juices slipping down her throat. Megan bucked in response, her body about to release and explode at the same time. Megan felt Sarah’s tongue caressing her lips, but didn’t care. Sharing this experience with someone could only make it better. Sarah’s tongue worked the folds of her pussy, sucking and teasing them, licking up the slippery lubrication from between her lips. She plunged her tongue deep into Megan’s vagina, drinking the love juices that were flowing like a stream. Moving up, as Sarah began to caress Megan’s clitoris, gently rolling it between her tongue and top teeth, Megan’s body bucked and writhed in ecstasy. The tension reached heights she never thought imaginable, the surge of an explosive orgasm reaching its crescendo, and hovering for what seemed like hours.
The whole day of holding had accumulated to this moment, the moment of release, the moment of relief, the moment she had thought about over and over again. Her bladder contracted, her wee squeezing down on her weary sphincter, convulsing and trembling under the strain. Her body could take the torture no more. Droplets of wee started to leak past her muscles, entering her urethra. Her bladder screaming, her clitoris pounding, her body shook and bucked as the first wave of orgasm crashed down, a surge of pleasure riding up from her genitals into her abdomen, into every nerve in her body. Her bladder exploded as a rush of hot pee hissed from her pussy. The wee splashed into Sarah’s mouth and sizzled as it cascaded down her chin, flowing down her body and over her breasts, wetting her t shirt. Megan’s fanny squirted more and more as the stream grew stronger, hissing and sizzling from her delicate flaps. Convulsing, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body as her pent up wee flowed unrelentingly. Cupping her mouth around the length of Megan’s pussy, the urine squirted into Sarah’s mouth, filling her cheeks before sliding down her throat. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweetest liquid she had ever encountered, only just being able to swallow quick enough to keep up with the flow.
Minutes later, Megan’s muscles started to relax. Her stream now a trickle, her body flopped back into the sofa. The most relaxed she’s been in her entire life, she smiled wide at the realisation of what had just happened. Her bladder felt tender and her clitoris even more so. Sarah removed her face from between Megan’s legs, her tongue licking up the last of Megan’s liquids. She moved up and lay beside her and they kissed passionately, tongues massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Megan could taste her own salty juices as saliva was exchanged between them.
Wanting to repay the favour, Megan’s tongue moved down to Sarah’s chest. Kissing and caressing her, she licked up the spilt pee from Sarah’s body, sucking and tweaking her erect nipples in the process. Pulling down her leggings, she plunged her finger hard into Sarah’s pleading pussy and started to suck her clitoris. In a few short seconds, Sarah was having her own orgasm as she pushed harder into Megan’s face, her vagina pulsing and squirting as she ejaculated her come over Megan’s tongue.
Both girls now at the point of exhaustion, they collapsed into each other’s arms and slept. |
Hi, here's another story, hope you like :)
London Underground
One of the most fascinating things about London, and speaking not as someone born and bred there, but someone who has gravitated to the city in search of lucrative employment, is travelling on the Underground. Not as your day to day commute, but taking a leisurely trip late in the evening, taking to your time to observe the myriad of people riding the Tube.
It was during one of these late night excursions that I had my first wetting experience whilst riding the trains. I had boarded the Northern line at Kings Cross bound for Edgware and had settled down to my usual evening of people watching. After a while, however, I realised I'd drunk a fair amount of water, and needed to let it out fairly soon.
I hadn't planned to wet myself that evening, and hence wasn't really prepared. I still had my work clothes on, a smart blue skirt suit which I knew from previous experience would stain very dark, and it would be obvious what I had done. As time passed, I became more aware of my need to pee, and my mood became more reckless. I was alone in my part of the carriage anyway, so my courage mounted up.
The urgency was growing, and I squeezed my thighs together to help contain it. I found that shifting from side to side in my seat helped a bit as well. Another stop had passed when I decided it was time.
I slowly relaxed and let a tiny squirt of pee out into my panties. It was quickly absorbed by the cotton material and didn't feel like it got to my skirt. The gentle warm feeling in my crotch, however, made me want to do more. I looked around the carriage, but it was still empty. I was worried about what might happen if someone got on at the next stop, but put the thought to the back of my mind.
I waited as long as I could, but eventually the pressure became too great. With a sigh I let go and started to pee forcefully into my panties. A rush of warmth, spreading around my crotch and running down between my legs, accompanied the hissing noise coming from under my skirt. There was nothing to see at this point, although I felt like I was sitting in a little puddle of pee, of course none showed on the front of my skirt, and it hadn't flowed over the edge of the seat as yet.
Not wanting to make it too obvious, I'd quickly stemmed my flow of pee and tried to see how much would be visible. My panties were very wet and I was certain that there would be a tell tale stain on back of my skirt. It was too late, however. It was very easy to see, even from a distance (or so I thought) that I had wet myself. Even the seat I was sitting on was soaking by this time as well.
I still had plenty of pee left, and needed to go. I decided that I may as well make the most of it as my skirt was already wet. My already sodden panties filled with warmth again and this time I didn't hold back. I could feel the puddle growing between my legs, creeping towards the edge of the seat, until it started to run over, down my legs and splashing onto the floor. It felt very nice, and very naughty.
Eventually my bladder was empty, and I lay back in my seat with a contented smile. I thought I had better try and see how the back of my skirt looked, so I stood up, causing suddenly letting all the pee that had pooled in my skirt splash on the floor. As best I could, I looked behind me. The back of my skirt was obviously completely soaked, the material was a good few shades darker from the zip to the hem.
I was wondering what I would do when the train pulled into Golders Green. Only one passenger boarded the train, a woman, several years older than me. Despite my mental effort at willing her to sit elsewhere in the carriage, She sat down almost opposite me. As the doors slid shut and the train moved off again, she looked at me with a quizzical expression on her face.
'Had an accident?' she enquired.
'Ummm, yeah.' I replied. There didn't really seem to be any point in denying it.
'Was it an accident?' she asked, this time with a smile.
After a few moments thought, I eventually shrugged and said 'Well, no, actually' with a nervous laugh.
That seemed to break the ice. She introduced himself as Jenny, and explained that she too had a penchant for wetting herself, especially in public places. She had in fact been planning to wet herself on that very train, and hence had a very full bladder. I wasn't surprised when I was invited to watch.
Jenny was wearing a dark grey shift dress under her long coat. She took off the coat, and made herself comfortable on the seat, whilst I looked on expectantly. She lifted the hem of her dress a little, and sat with her legs slightly apart. I could see her red panties. After a few seconds she gave a small sigh and had that contented looking smile that I had just a few minutes ago.
A small dark spot appeared between her legs and quickly grew. The rumble of the train disguised any noises I might have heard, but I could quite clearly see the red satin material of her panties and the back of her dress start glistening with wetness. I could also see a small puddle collecting on the seat between her legs. The puddle slowly crept forwards towards the edge of the seat, and eventually began to trickle down the front, creating little rivulets on the floor.
All too soon it was over. Jenny got up and turned around so I could see her dress. There was a dark semi-circular stain, the occasional drip fell from the hem to the floor.
“ I think we'd better get off at the next stop” said Jenny, and I agreed. We went our opposite ways, but not before exchanging phone numbers. We just may do that again sometime.
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This is a continuation to Earning the Cowl (http://omorashi.org/topic/8777-earning-the-bat-cowl/) and is a mini-series like Last Daughter of Krypton [season 1] (http://omorashi.org/topic/6925-last-daughter-of-krypton/) Which exists in the same multi-verse. Since this is a new topic here is the model I imagine as Stephanie. http://www.modelmayhem.com/cheerleaderbarbie
And this is my favorite picture of her http://www.modelmayhem.com/1091267#16696997
Robin and Nightwing will appear as they do in the Arkham City Game
and this is the model I imagine for "The Girl" http://shessmart.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/nina-dobrev.jpg
Warning: This series will eventually include diapering (not much, only on stake-outs so only one or two times)
I hope you enjoy.
Stephanie dodged a series of intense series of attacks, dodging backwards with an awkward backbend. The wind off of Her attackers fists nearly sent her tumbling but she snapped back into position only to have the ground shoot out from under her as she fell onto her butt. She groaned as she squirmed slightly. Her attacker stepped out of the shadows lending her a hand to rise to her feet.
“Thanks Robin.” Stephanie muttered.
As soon as she had been rescued from the ordeal with the Joker She was allowed a hot shower in an undisclosed location, given a change of clothes (Pajama jeans skinny, a black V-neck t-shirt and violet converse sneakers) she was then allowed a two hour nap before she was awoken and brought out (blindfolded) to a training facility where she had spent three hours squaring off against Robin.
She had been allowed access to a bowl of fruit and a cooler of water at any time she wished, as well as the bathroom. While she accepted the sustenance she refused to utilize the facilities until she beat Robin. Of course at the time she had assumed that since she defeated the henchmen so easily that a thirteen year old boy would be a piece of cake.
Hours later and a nearly full bladder reviewed that he hadn’t broken a sweat with every defeat of her. Stephanie was embarrassed, especially having lost in front of the very attractive Nightwing. She tried to ignore him but kept getting caught up between forcing back waves of desperation and gazing at him, the reason for several losses.
“Come on, I’m not even trying.” Robin grinned widely. Stephanie didn’t hesitate and came out swinging. She managed to nick Robin most of the time, only to have him block, counter or simple dodge the attacks and then return them more accurately. A sudden, intense wave of desperation hit Stephanie’s bladder, almost causing her to wet herself. She cringed for only a moment before regaining her composure and continuing. She put all her weight into a punch, lurching forward with it, only to have Robin dodge and catch her by the torso. He flipped her, hard. She had the breath knocked out of her and she felt herself soak her panties. She managed to rise to a sitting position and stem the flow, which amazingly didn’t show on the pajama skinny jeans.
She was on her feet in moments and began to fight back, hoping to win this round. She came out with a few quick attacks to edge on Robin. When he swung back she blocked rather than dodged, she caught every one of his hits with her forearm. She stepped back and sidestepped as he still managed to force her back. She was growing tired and her legs began to tremble as she tried to contain her urine. She pushed forward, whenever she would block a hit she would also shove him back lightly.
“How did you get so good?” Stephanie asked as a spurt escaped, leaving a penny sized wet mark on her jeans. She clenched her thighs together but Robin didn’t seem to notice.
“Training under the birds of prey does that for you.” He replied simply. He swung at her but she ducked back and went on to flip him, only to have him land on his feet behind her. Stephanie spun around, her leg swinging towards Robin’s face as she performed a tornado kick. He caught her leg however and held it there as urine began to leak from Stephanie’s urethra, a slender wet patch snaked its way down the side of her side as she yanked her leg back.
She was free and leaped forward the back of her heel connecting against his shoulder. His knees bent as he groaned but he managed to throw her behind him. Stephanie barely landed on her feet as another stream of urine soaked her right thigh. Robin managed a round kick into Stephanie’s stomach. She was thrown to the ground as her bladder exploded.
She slammed to the ground as urine began to pour out of her body, the puddle began to expand from beneath her, soaking her top and pants. She gasped for air and tried to bring herself to a sitting position ignoring the flow of urine from her urethra. She managed to regain her breath as she sat up and managed to stem the flow despite being soaked. Drops or urine still fell from her clothing as she rose to her feet. Her face was bright red as she glanced at Robin who was laughing and then at Nightwing who seemed disappointed.
Nightwing cast a disapproving glance at Robin before speaking. “Great! Two sidekicks who can’t hold their pee.” Nightwing muttered. Robin blushed and looked at the ground. “Go get change and come back here as soon as you are changed.”
“But what about the bathroom?” Stephanie had asked, there was a changing room at the back of the facility but there wasn’t a bathroom at this part of… where ever she was.
“You can shower when you finish up here.” Nightwing said.
“But I…” Stephanie decided against revealing she still needed to use the bathroom. Instead she just obliged and headed to the changing room. Closing the door behind her she found a change of clothes similar to the ones she had previously donned. She switched clothing after awkwardly drying herself with the dry parts of her clothing. She emerged to find Robin already prepared for a second round of fighting.
Stephanie didn’t hesitate, racing forward with a series of punches. Robin blocked them of course but Kara mimicked his blocks when it came time for him to launch a few punches. “Getting better. Just try not to wet yourself.”
“Shut up!” Stephanie’s face was practically glowing red as she lost her temper and began to throw everything she could into each punch, hoping to knock him off balance. He didn’t seem to give in though, and forced her back as usually. Stephanie grit her teeth as she caught him by the wrist after dodging one of her punches. She pulled him closer to her kneeing him in the stomach.
He doubled over, allowing her to slam her fist into his back nearly causing him to fall to his knees. He managed to stay upright however and swung his fist back around, connecting with her skull. She stumbled forward and only just managed to duck a flying kick from him. She whipped her leg into his shoulder and almost fell over as exhaustion began to overcome her. She needed to win!
She pushed herself, punch, block, counter, punch, kick, kick, dodge punch, counter, block hit. It was all a blur of motion to her, she lost her thoughts and acted only on instinct and reflex. Where had this foreign style come from? In all of her tournaments, despite always winning, she had never felt this animal power. It was raw, yet sleek. She was able to almost anticipate Robin’s actions and reverse them to her odds. It was… good.
She seemed to have Robin on his feet now, pushing him back, nearly bringing him to his knees as she fought like a… hero. It was amazing how powerful she had become once she let go of her inhibitions and let adrenaline course she was nearly unstoppable. Her body remembered her training and combined the styles, acting on its own accord as she nearly knocked Robin onto his butt on several occasions in the course of five minutes.
Nightwing seemed impressed as he admired her fighting style, and Robin shut up for once as he was forced to actually focus on the fight. Stephanie briefly wondered whether she was really this good or if he was going easy on her. That brief moment of uncertainty nearly caused her another lost. He sent her flying back, she managed to turn her falter into a clumsy backhand spring but upon landing she twisted her ankle.
She cringed as Robin charged her; she limped but resumed her animal fighting style. She once again pushed him back, and finally succeeded in defeating him. He laid on his back breathing heavily his cheeks slightly red.
She smirked as she strut over to him, her hips swaying with a little extra moxy. As she stood over him she spoke with a sext purr. “You just got beat by a girl.”
“I let you win.” He gasped lightly. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “By the way, you smell like pee.” He chuckled weakly. Stephanie’s ears burned as she glanced towards Nightwing.
“So does your bed, Robin.” Nightwing said. Then turning to Stephanie he addressed her. “Go get cleaned up and then I’ll take you to your room where food will be waiting for you.” He said with little emotion.
Stephanie simply nodded her head and began walking in a direction before stopping. “Er… where do I get cleaned up at?” She asked, realizing she was still confused where she was.
“Right... take this.” He tossed her a blindfold which she covered her eyes with. She instantly felt herself being led through several halls and doors till he stopped her. “Ok, take your blindfold off.” He said. Stephanie obliged and found herself in a large bathroom.
“Well, I’ll be going.” Nightwing said leaving the room. Once he was gone Stephanie stripped nude and quickly operated the shower and washed herself off, specifically scrubbing the areas that were soaked in urine. Once she was done she got out and dried herself, changing back into her clothing before knocking on the bathroom door from the inside. Nightwing instantly entered the room with the blindfold.
“You… were just waiting out there?” Stephanie asked awkwardly.
“Uh… yeah.” He blushed lightly but quickly regained his composure. “Anyway come with me.” He said leading her through another series of halls till she found herself in the room she had taken a nap in.
A refined older gentleman was just placing a meal on a silver platter on her night stand when they had entered.
“Oh hello there Ms. Brown.” He spoke with an Irish accent. “I was just prepping your room. I hope you find your meal satisfactory.” With that, the kind spoken butler was gone.
“What he said.” Nightwing disappeared, closing the door behind him. Stephanie nodded lightly, to no one in particular before enjoying her rich meal before she explored her room.
It had a faint, pleasant, scent of lavender billowing throughout it, a large queen sized mattress with purple sheets, comforters and covers on it. She discovered the material of the bedding was silk. The floor was polished wood, a mahogany wardrobe and dresser sat in one side of the room, a television hung opposite of the bed, a mini-fridge under the night stand and a hamper in the corner.
She examined the wardrobe and dresser to find it full of clothing. She selected a set of pajama’s, a black nightshirt and purple sweat pants. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge sipped from it for a while before retiring to sleep.
Meanwhile in the bowels of the Gotham Sewer system was an influential Gotham politician, racing across the thin concrete ledge, fleeing a gang of criminals. A flash of a shadow shot across the opposite ledge leaping onto the ledge behind the politician, cutting him off from the criminals. A dark haired girl around her early twenties, dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and black flats popped her knuckles imposingly revealed herself as the shadow.
The first thug laughed at the sight of her. “Ay, boys looks like we got a little treat.” He called back. “Now be a good little girl and wait here for us.” He chuckled. The girl smirked, then in a blur she moved, snapping the man’s neck, drawing a dagger, slitting the throat of another thug, she continued her process, killing each criminal, without leaving any indication of her involvement. She darted back to the cowering politician, who was curled up in a ball.
He stood up, flustered, at her approach. Dressed in a soiled business suit her felt like a fool. “How did you learn to fight like that.”
“No time to talk.” She purred. “Follow me.” She led him through the maze like sewer system for around a half hour without flaw before she ran into her first obstacle. They were closing into a manhole when water splash out and an mutant like crocodile-man leaped onto the ledge. The girl froze, terrified and a stain of urine slowly began to expand across her crotch. The wet patch grew ever so slowly as she remained frozen, only semi-conscious of the hot pee streaming down her legs before the monster.
The villain known as killer croc approached with an odd sort of grin on his… lips?
“I very rarely get a snack down here.” He walked forward as urine still slowly leaked from the girls urethra, steaks of urine seeping into the front of the jeans, rolling down to her ankles where rivulets of urine rolled across her feet, pooling in her flats and overflowing. A puddle expanded beneath her shoes until the monster loomed just before her.
The politician shook her to her senses. “Run!” He screamed, listening to his own advice. The girl followed his lead with urine still running down her shapely legs. She fled the monster, her shoes making a squelching noise as she ran through the sewer system with the politician. The sound was betraying her cause so she kicked them into the sewer water and continued running bare foot, leaving wet foot prints behind her. Finally they found another man hole, the girl led the way up and forced the cover off and raised herself out onto an empty alley way.
The politician followed, wiping drops of urine that had fallen onto him from the girl. He turned to the girl and laughed. “Thanks for the help.”
“Thanks for not dying, or fainting. It would have been a pain to drag you out of there.” The girl said with and odd laugh. The politician echoed her laugh. “But now... I can just carry you to the rendezvous.” She said, snapping his neck. He dropped dead and she threw him over her shoulder and carried him to a pick-up zone.
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I have no idea why I didn't start double spacing this before. Anyway, I intended to make this longer, but I didn't have much time to add in the story so here's just a filler, wetting chapter. Eventually this story will become more than just omorashi but right now I'm giving a reason to why her bladder will be weak (due to constant strain) anyway I hope you enjoy:)
It was late at night or early morning, depending on the opinion of who you ask, when Stephanie awoke. The prickle in her urethra had startled her awake. She tried to ignore it and fall back asleep but the prickle only increased as she lay motionless. Soon she restlessly tossed and turned her eyes shutting for only moments. Her hands found their way between her crotch and panties.
Soon her legs were wrapped tightly around each other as she rolled and trembled, trying to keep her bladder’s contents within her bowels. She finally decided to risk making her way to the bathroom. She flopped out of the bed, her feet recoiling as they met the cold hardwood floor. She tried to run to the door, she tried the door only to find it locked. She pounded on it only to get know response.
She began to pace, her feet getting used to the temperature of the floor, but her bladder continuing to pain her. With no audience she shoved both hands in her crotch, forcing them against her urethra, as if to plug it. She doubled over, paced before the door, occasionally kicking at it, hoping to attract someone’s attention.
No one came. It wasn’t long before she found herself bouncing from one foot to the other. She kicked her legs backwards into nearly perfect ninety degrees angle as she shoved both hands into her sweat pants to relieve the pressure. She withdrew one to pound against the door, to no avail. She soon returned to the bed and sat on the edge, both palms pressing against her laps as she allowed her legs to bounce.
She hunched over as she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, eventually she rose back to her feet and paced, her legs kicking backwards with each step. She felt the prickle in her bladder only increase as she circled the room. She felt a spurt escape and she froze momentarily as she clenched down on the spurt, her face scrunched up. Her bladder screamed in agony as she managed to stop the flow past the initial spurt.
She was practically dancing in place as she paced before the door, occasionally slamming her fist against the door as she felt herself grow more and more desperate. She bent her legs as she squirmed with each step, it wasn’t long before she was on the ground rolling from side to side as her bladder felt like It was filled with a thousand daggers. She rose and sat on her heels in a ball like position as she knocked on the door a couple of times before giving up on the door and just doing everything she could to keep herself from wetting.
She laid their till around nine in the morning when the butler entered her room with a tray of breakfast. His eyes widened at the sight of her in agony as she kept her bladder’s contents inside of her body. “Ms. Brown?”
“I’m going to wet myself.” She whimpered. She curled up tighter as another spurt escaped; she clenched her urethra in order to stem the spurt. It felt like an explosion of pain in her lower abdomen just to keep urine within her system.
“I’m so sorry dear… I should have checked on you during the night.” He was dumbfounded. He struggled to think. “Can you walk?” Stephanie could only nod her head. “Right this way miss.” He said with an awkward composure. Stephanie struggled to her feet and another spurt slipped into her panties, dampening the crotch of them. She crossed her legs tightly and shuffled her way after the butler.
She had to ball her fist till her knuckles turned white and curl her toes just to stand up straight, however a few feet down the hall she found herself leaning against the wall following the butler’s lead. Eventually even that became futile.
She felt a stream of urine dribble out. She froze completely, her mouth lightly agape, her eyes wide, a bright red flash of color covering her cheeks and her body double over as a thin stream of urine darkened the right inner-thigh of her sweat pants. “I can’t move without losing it!” Stephanie whined loudly. She felt her eyes began to tear up as more urine dribbled out, one drop at a time.
The butler nodded and rushed off in the opposite direction they had begun to walk and Stephanie began to whimper until someone blindfolded her from behind. A powerful spurt left a decent sized wet patch on her lap as she was hoisted in someone’s arms. She was then rushed down the hall until she was finally set down.
Her bare feet met the tile floor as another set of feet were heard leaving the room. A door shut. “You can remove the blindfold.” A deep, almost raspy voice called back. Stephanie obliged to find herself facing a toilet. The sight of it became too much, her bladder screamed for release and Stephanie’s body couldn’t deny it that any longer.
It gave out in a violent explosion of pee. She slammed the seat down, as the pee ran down her legs. Next she stripped the pants from her waist, dark patches of urine began to expand across the purple fabric, rivulets or urine falling through it straight to the floor. Next came the panties, as she yanked them down to her knees, urine continued to soak her legs and further soak her pants. Urine sprayed everywhere as she slammed her butt onto the seat and heard about three seconds of the flow hit the water before her bladder was entirely empty.
She sighed in momentarily relief before she realized what had happened. Her legs, and clothing were saturated with hot pee, a puddle rested on the floor and the toilet’s porcelain was soaked as well. Very little of her bodily fluid had even entered the toilet bowl. She began to sob as she sat on the wet seat. She finally managed to stand and toss her wet clothing into the hamper before knocking on the door. A reply resounded.
“Yes?”
“I need new clothes.”
“…Certainly, take a shower first and there will be clothes provided afterwards.”
Stephanie nodded, then realized the butler couldn’t know that. “Thanks.” She muttered before starting a shower of warm water as she began to sob again; the loss of her family hitting her, along with the humiliation of wetting herself. |
So I know in Earning the Cowl I said Stephanie was nineteen but at the time I hadn't intended to continue the story. Now that I am I want her to have been eighteen in the events of Earning the Cowl. Now it doesn't hardly matter because I am flashing forward a year where she will be nineteen and have Bruce Wayne’s trust finally. This chapter will be her first night out as the Batgirl.
Stephanie’s eyes fluttered open. She yawned as she sat up, it took a few moments for her to register the soaking warmth around her groin area. Her face burned as she groaned. She had spent nearly every night for the past year waking up in a urine saturated bed but she still wasn't used to it. Thanks to a trust with Alfred, the butler, she had managed to keep it a secret from Bruce. She however, was unable to hide constant accidents from training all day without a bathroom break.
She ran her hands across her face, ending with gripping her hair in her hands. She sighed and finally leaped from her bed. She stripped her purple pajama bottoms from her legs, along with her panties and a purple bra. Each article of clothing now soaked from the shallow puddle that had spread across the mattress. She tossed them into her hamper before pulling off her sheets and covers and adding them to the hamper as well.
She drew a violet robe from her wardrobe, pulled it over her bare body and gathered a change of clothes before venturing towards the bathroom. Of course along her way she ran across Dick, or Nightwing. She blushed and glanced away as she passed him, it felt odd being virtually naked. Of course he only just took note of her. A year of living in the same house and he has yet to make any sort of move on her. And there she was thinking only boys got friend-zoned.
Another turn and she found herself face to face with Tim. “Hey Steph, what’s under that robe?” He smirked reaching to pull it apart. Stephanie swatted his hand away.
“Nothing you need to see.”
On the other hand, Tim had quickly discovered his lust for the beautiful Stephanie Brown. Though he often displayed it with constant quibbling’s or blunt, crude flirting.
“On the contrary, I feel very intrigued by what may be beneath there.” He laughed, but made no move to try for a glimpse.
“Sorry Timmy, but you are bit too young.” Stephanie patted him on the head.
“I’m fourteen.” He said rolling his eyes.
“and I am nineteen, too, old, for, youuu” She sang in a teasing matter. She made sure there was an extra sway to her hip as she passed Tim, deliberately making her walk as slow and seductive as possible. Tim reached for the hem of the robe and tossed it up in the air. Thankfully the toss stopped short of her butt, only revealing her long, silky legs.
Stephanie swung her leg back, her heel connecting with his shin, hard! “Hey!” He yelped, but she continued walking to the bathroom. She gave him a seductive gaze before disappearing into the bathroom with a fit of laughter.
Tim had become like a brother to her, though most brother’s didn’t try to check out their sister’s pubic area. She rolled her eyes as she let the robe drop, revealing her gorgeous, lithe body before entering the shower and tossing the clothes aside. She started the water and relaxed as she changed the water to the perfect temperature.
She sighed in content as she began to scrub herself clean. She let the remnants of her urine flow out freely before scrubbing her legs, and pubic area clean. She finished her shower with vanilla shampoo being washed from her golden locks.
Stephanie finally emerged from the shower and began to wipe herself dry with a towel. When she was certain her body was dry she slipped on new clothing: black yoga tights, a purple v-neck t-shirt and underneath was matching black and purple zebra print bra and panties. She then slipped on uggs boots and headed towards the dining room.
Stephanie entered the training room, fourteen hours later, to find Bruce waiting for her, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his muscles. She approached him slowly, typically this time was reserved for sparring time between her and Dick. Nevertheless she smiled as she made her way to Bruce.
“Hey Bruce, what’s up?” Stephanie asked, leaning against a balance beam.
“Come to the batcave with me.” He said, his tone indifferent.
“Uh… Ok.” She agreed and followed her mentor through a series of hallways till they arrived at a grandfather clock. Bruce moved it aside, revealing a secret tunnel. Stephanie followed him, making sure to close the passage way behind them.
As they descended down a flight of metallic stairs overhead lights began to illuminate a vast chamber filled with large metallic platforms, intertwining catwalks connecting them. Stephanie was always fascinated by the souvenirs that filled the bat cave, specifically a large robotic T-Rex in the distance. The two, however, moved directly towards the center platform which housed a large super computer and a series of glass cylinders, lining either side of the computer, each containing a costume.
One side was dedicated to fallen or retired members of the bat family. In them lied, Dick Grayson’s original Robin costume, then Barbra Gordon’s silver bat girl suit, then Jason Todd’s suit and finally… Stephanie’s Spoiler costume. Her eyes flit over to the other cylinders, the bat suit, Nightwing suit, Robin suit and… a new bat girl suit.
“It’s yours.” Bruce said, noticing Stephanie admire the beautiful costume.
“I’m… the new batgirl?” Stephanie asked, in awe.
“Yes,” Bruce smiled. “And you got a mission already.”
“great!” Stephanie said opening the cylinder and retrieving the suit. She dashed off the change in the dressing room. She examined the fabric, it felt like spandex, though the torso and groin area was three times as thick as denim. The limbs were skin-tight spandex however, the zipper was hidden in the seam, which she quickly discovered as she tried to climb into the suit, a little more difficult than she expected, however once she donned the outfit she found it as comfortable as her own skin.
She found it just as flexible as well. She then pulled on her boots and gloves, and her cowl which covered her nose and above only. Her long golden hair was free to cascade behind her. She grinned as she reentered the batcave, spun on the toe of her left foot and stuck her arms in the air. “Ta-da! Watcha think?”
“It looks great.” Bruce chuckled. “Now get out to town, Harley Quinn has been spotted at the Gotham Green house.”
“Got it.” Stephanie said rushing to the bat-mobile.
Bruce caught her by the shoulder. “Not so fast. That’s my ride.” He turned her so she was facing a street sport motorcycle, with purple shiny paint. “That one is yours.” Stephanie gave Bruce a quick embrace before racing over to her ride. She mounted the cycle, started the engine and raced off through a zeta portal to down town Gotham.
She raced her purple bike across the dark streets of Gotham as she made her way to the green house. “Why would Harley be at the green house?” Stephanie briefly wondered as her cycle pulled up into the parking lot of her destination. She pressed a button on her bike, preparing its security function as she leaped off and head for the entrance of the green house.
She kicked in the glass door and tore through the hallways as fast as her legs would carry her. She slowed to halt as a sudden prickle in her urethra drew an involuntary blush across her cheeks as she pressed her hand against the crotch as best she could through the Kevlar/spandex alloy that spread across her torso and groin, forming a perfect body suit that connected to the sleeves and pants of her suit.
She quickly took notice of heavy footsteps racing towards from further down the dim hallway. She heard the man’s voice before she saw him. “Kill, kill, kill, kill.” He said repeatedly in a low, raspy voice. He was finally visible when he came ten yards from her. He was dressed in a grey security guard outfit that was torn in several places. He had a square jaw, short brown hair and hazy grey eyes. The most noticeable thing about him; however, was the crimson petals of a large flower that seemed to have enveloped the back of his head.
He withdrew a cattle prod that he swung in Stephanie’s direction. She simply dodged the swipe and sprung forward, her hand vaulted off of his skull sending him stumbling away. She withdrew a collapsible dull-batarng and sent it slamming into his skull. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious. A wire with a magnet attached to the end of it shot out of Stephanie’s gauntlet and caught hold of the batarang. It drew it in and she replaced it into her utility belt.
Not that she need to, thanks to void technology her belt could house hundreds of the useful tool. She didn’t ponder on the thought for long, and quickly took off in a sprint once more. Now that she was aware of the fact she hadn’t used the bathroom throughout the day, she wanted to speed up the mission.
Her hopes were in vain, as two more henchmen with flower hats appeared before her. Each carried the same super charged cattle prod as the previous one. She groaned as she matched there speed and raced in their direction. A few feet from them she slid, her right leg knocking one off balance. One he was on the ground she used the magnet wire to obtain the cattle prod. She stunned him in the back and quickly subdued him.
She turned to face the other one. He was still chanting, “kill, kill, kill, kill.” as he swiped his prod in her direction. Stephanie parried the swipe only to have the prod snap in half. An explosion of sparks caused her to yank her hand backwards. He swiped again and she did a backwards hand spring that not only helped her dodge the blow, but her foot kicked the prod from his hand.
“Kill, kill, kill.” He chanted as he charged her once more, this time weaponless. She didn't wait for him to make the first move and preformed a cyclone kick to his chest. He gasped, momentarily breaking his chant as he fell back. However, he was on his feet in seconds swinging his arms wildly Stephanie danced backwards to avoid his clumsy flurry before catching his fist and flipping him to the ground. She broke his arm and slammed his head to the ground.
As soon as she was sure he was unconscious she started down the hall only to find another security guard. This one, however, had no flower capping his skull. “You got to help me Batma- Uh, whatever. They just broke in and-“ He didn’t get a chance to finish since a vine, with a red flower that had a black spike protruding from between the petals, snaked up behind him and buried the spike in his skull. The stem broke off from the head of the flower.
His face grew dreamy as he began to pick up the chant of the other henchmen. “Kill, kill, kill.” Stephanie groaned and withdrew a batarang and simply bashed it into his head and sent him to the ground. She crossed her legs as another sudden wave of desperation hit her. Had she not glanced down to clutch her crotch she wouldn’t have seen the vines begin to circle her. It was too late to react and the wrapped around her body, her hands latched to her sides.
She tried to struggle, but it was like fighting against a boa constrictor and only succeeded in a tighter grip, which was agony on her bladder. Her legs wrapped around each other with almost as much power as the vine that had begun lifting her in the air and pulling her down the hall. Her legs trembled and she swung them as much as possible to keep her bladder’s contents within herself. As she descended down the dark halls she was absolutely desperate.
She found herself squinting as she was taken into the main greenery room. The vines released her and she fell to her knees and quickly clutched her crotch to keep a hold of her bladder, although a spurt released itself into her panties. She managed to stem the flow and rose to her feet awkwardly. Of course, her lousy entrance was instantly shown up.
Two figures entered from the shadows of the heavy foliage. Ivy and Harley strut in side by side with enough sway to their hips, that their walk alone could seduce a man. Their beautiful bodies were just icing on the cake. Harley still kept her slender yet toned body, fair skin, porcelain face, same black mascara that formed a yin symbol around one eye and a yang one around the other. She wore skin-tight black leather pants that made the typical leather brushing against it self sound. A black leather jacket that must have been expensive since it was silent, and red sports bra. Her belly button was pierced with three red diamonds that formed the three of diamond symbol.
Ivy had crimson red hair that fell in a series of curls, her face was just as gorgeous, if not more, than Harley’s. It was more defined for one, with a beauty mark above the left of her upper lip. A black leather jacket draped itself around her shoulders. Her fingernails were painted a shiny green and a green bikini covered her torso and nothing else. Her groin was covered by a green thong. Otherwise her body was bare.
Stephanie instantly felt self-conscious about her slender body compared to the two, fuller bodies standing before her. That was the least of her worries however. She needed to defeat Harley and the super villain Poison Ivy, while catering to a full bladder. Stephanie reached for a batarang only to have a vine grasp her wrist and suspend her from the air. The sudden shake sent a spasm to her bladder and a light trickle of urine filled her panties. The vine twisted and it released her hand from the gauntlet. Another vine caught her before she hit the ground doing the same, raising her higher before releasing the gauntlet.
Her foot was instantly captured by another vine and she was suspended upside down sending a two second spurt that over filled her panties and trickled down her stomach. As she fell again she lost a boot and another vine took her other boot off. A final vine caught her by her utility belt and released the claspe and she found herself crashing to the ground without a single weapon or tool beside her bare hands and her cowl, which only contained a sonar eavesdropping device and a satellite connection to the Oracle, AKA Barbra Gordon.
She sat up only to have a flash of blinding pain scream through her skull as Harley smashed her mallet into Stephanie’s skull. A high pitch screech filled her ears as the satellite connection died out. Her eyes watered as she resisted the pull of unconsciousness. She tried to push herself to her feet but a blow to the gut sent her rolling onto her back as well as evacuated her bladder. There was a loud hiss of hot pee began to spray into her suit, the fabric that covered her torso didn't soak up much and a darker glistening patch began to form around her crotch before urine seeped out and pooled on the grass beneath her.
The flow began to fill the legs of her suit and caused the spandex glisten with wetness. Her body trembled as it forced the flow of urine out. Her legs were saturated with warm pee while the puddle expanded around her, soaking her back and butt as well. Her face burned bright red as she did nothing to resist. Finally the stream died out and Harley commented on Stephanie’s predicament.
“Oh Ivy, doesn't the smell of pee just bring back memories.” She rolled her eyes at her own mock tone of glee. “We were looking for Bat-brains actually. But you will do fine. An eye for an eye. B-man took my lover, I’ll take his.” Her voice became more frank.
“I’m not Batman’s love-“ Ivy didn't let her finish as a thorny vine wrapped around her body, slicing open the suit in parts and drew a few small streams of blood before throwing her through the air. Stephanie crashed into the glass lining the greenery and fell to the ground in a slump. She tried to push herself to her feet but another swing from Harley’s mallet caused her to collapse once more. Through tears her eyes found her utility belt next to her gloves and boots.
“I like your shade of nail polish.” Harley commented on her shiny purple toenails and finger nails. “Maybe if you tell me where you got it I will kill you faster.”
Stephanie curled her toes as she tried to rise to her feet. A vine gripped her by her waist and flung her to the ground. She rolled into the middle of the field about twenty feet from her supplies. She couldn't make it obvious where she was trying to get too and tried to drag herself to Harley, seeming weaker than she actually was. A vine flicked her to the side by her ankle. Perfect, minus the pain, she was within reach of her stuff.
“Harley, why hasn't Ivy just helped you break the Joker out?” Stephanie called.
“Because… of…” Harley furrowed her brow. “Why haven’t you Ivy?” Harley said turning to her red-head ally.
“We don’t need the clown on our side Harley. Aren’t I enough?”
“Perfect.” Stephanie whispered as they grew distracted by each other she rolled over and put on her gauntlets before grabbing her utility belt. Ivy must have seen her move because a vine wrapped around her angles and drew her forward. Harley came up on her and reached for the belt. Big mistake.
Several volts of electricity transferred from the belt to Harley shocking her to unconsciousness. Ivy whipped the belt from Stephanie’s grasp with another vine before approaching her.
Stephanie expected a swipe or blow but instead Harley blew pheromones into Stephanie’s face. Suddenly it was if she was in heat. Her crotch grew wetter as her eyes implored Ivy. Her head moved unconsciously to kiss her. “No!” Stephanie thought. “Ivy’s lethal to the touch.” It was a battle of wills but finally Stephanie managed to swing backwards. She swung back forward, pushing off the shoulders of Ivy’s jacket to swing back and grab the vine. She sliced it with the spikes on her gauntlet and she fell to her bare feet. She did several flips and cartwheels to get herself back to her belt. She quickly wrapped it around her waist, reclasped it and flung an explosive batarang between Ivy’s feet.
Stephanie jumped to her boots and replaced them on her feet as the explosive power of her batarang sent Ivy crashing to the ground in a slump next to Harley. Stephanie raced over to them and handcuffed the both of them and dangled them by their cuffs three feet above the ground. Stephanie sent a grapple gun hook to the nearest building and she was sent flying out of the green house. She released the hook early and she landed in the parking lot of the green house as rain began to pour down around her.
She grinned despite herself. She had succeeded in her first mission.
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My first fiction post here...sorry it's kind of long... ^_^ .....
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Sarah felt relaxed as she walked back to the college dorm. Not only because exams were over for the year, but she was looking forward to spending the afternoon hanging out with some of her fellow students. They were going to be having a picnic in a local park, so Sarah had bought some snacks and drinks at the grocery store. It was warm, so she'd bought a large bottle of soda and, because it was an end-of-term celebration, a bottle of modestly-priced white wine.
At the dorm she met up with Ellen and Jessica and they all set off to the park, all carrying bags and all dressed for summer. Sarah was wearing a short blue and white checked skirt she'd bought recently. She'd spent some time in front of the mirror earlier trying to see if her panties were visible though the thin material. In the end she'd swapped her black ones for a pair of white nylon bikini briefs just to be on the safe side.
At the park they found the others sitting on a grassy slope near the lake and sat down to join them. Sarah needed to quench her thirst so she took a long drink of her soda and then they all started sharing food and chatting about their summer plans. Time passed easily, the food and soda was consumed and they moved onto drinking the wine out of plastic cups. Sarah was onto her second cup and during a lull in conversation, realized that she would need to pee soon. She hadn't been to that particular park before and didn't know where the restrooms were, but supposed they couldn't be far away. Well, she'd find them later.
Another half-an-hour passed with another cup of wine. Sarah was aware she was getting a bit giggly and thought she'd best stop drinking. She was also needing to pee quite badly. She'd noticed one of two of the others heading off up the slope, disappearing out of sight somewhere and coming back a few minutes later so she guessed the restrooms were up that way. She was just feeling lazy lying on the grass, putting off going. She had her ankles crossed and had been clenching her thighs together from time to time, but her need was becoming pretty urgent, so she got to her feet and said to Jessica she had to go pee. "OK, see you in a bit," said Jessica, lying back with her eyes closed. Sarah started to walk up the slope to the top, about 50 yards away, where there was a path. Left?, or right? thought Sarah, it can't be far away. There was nothing to give any clues, just the path curving away behind bushes in both directions. OK, try left, she thought, and started walking.
God, I really have to pee, she thought. Another 5 minutes walking and... nothing but trees, bushes and more path. "Oh come on, where the hell is it?" she thought, hoping she hadn't picked the wrong direction. Rounding a curve in the path, she saw a small brick building about 100 yards ahead. "Thank God" she thought to herself, "I'm almost ready to pee in my pants". That thought amused Sarah and she giggled to herself, thinking how embarrassing *that* would be! Only another bit to hold though, as she came closer to the building. The door must be round the other side, thought Sarah and walked round the back, not wanting to stop walking until she got into that toilet cubicle. She turned the corner of the building and saw only a blank green wooden door. With a padlock on it, and definitely not a public restroom.
Sarah felt a small surge of panic as she realized she must have walked in entirely the wrong direction since it surely couldn't be even further away.. could it? She stood, slightly bent over, lifting each knee a little bit in turn and with her hand pressed up to her crotch while she tried to decide which way to go. She thought she recognized the end of the dorm building beyond the trees, not too far away, and decided that was closer than going all the way back. she walked on, taking smaller steps to try to minimize the discomfort from her soon-to-overflow bladder. she felt a dampness in her crotch, and realized it was just sweat, but thought again about how it would be if she peed in her pants as an adult. She remembered the last time, when she was coming home from school, how she felt she had no choice but to do it, and so lucky no-one had seen her. She giggled again.
Oh God, I shouldn't have that wine, she thought. There was no-one here to see either, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. What if she just let a tiny dribble out - it would ease the pressure... Sarah stopped walking and bent over a little. It was so easy to just let a little spurt come out. She felt only a warm wetness in her crotch at first, but then droplets ran down her thigh. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. But there was no-one there to see. She let out another, longer dribble and immediately felt the warmth running down the inside of ther thighs and run through her sandals. Now she couldn't be bothered holding on, and just let it come, sighing with relief. The flow increased and the streams of hot pee swelled into rivers, waterfalling off her knees and pattering onto the dry dirt at her feet. Eventually Sarah was finished and the flow reduced to the odd droplet continuing to run down her leg. she started to walk on, checking out the damage. She put her hand carefully up her skirt and felt her fingertips touch the soaked fabric of her panties. She looked at her skirt but amazingly it seemed OK.
Eventually she came to a side-trail leading back to the dorm. Here she started to pass people but no-one seemed to look at her strangely. At her room, thrilled to have gotten away with it, she knew she wanted to do that again... |
I decided to do this because, why not? and it could get some popularity and exposure on here for my work. It will be various moments in the storyline from the first book to the third covering many themes of desperation, wetting, and all around potty humor.
Without further waiting, enjoy.
Excerpt #1: Contains Female Desperation with some leaking.
From: The Four Sinners: Chapter 2: The flight to the capital
Special Title: A desperate flight to freedom: Asami and her mother Minami.
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The Ishida family successfully was able to flee their village of Sakura by getting on the last hoverbus before it took off with enough refugees to get away from the fighting that broke out between the unknown invading army and the remaining villagers and the spillover of Kagemarian troops that were beat back into the village itself from further south where fighting was already going on.
A few hours into the trip, Akihito Ishida, (a teenage boy with reddish-brown short hair), while sitting with his father who was looking out the window lost in his thoughts, noticed something was odd about his twin sister Asami (who had beautiful red hair in the form of two long twin-tails with the rest of her hair dropping to her back in a nice point with teal ribbons and wore a severely cut yukata which was also teal. here eyes are a orange yellow) and his mother (who wore a deep red an black long sleeve Gi/Kimono hybrid which matched her long dark red hair perfectly) who were sitting across from them.
Asami was sitting perfectly still but looking down at her thighs and making a soft whimper. Every once in a while she would shift in her seat and then settle down again. Her mother was also doing this, but had her hand up to her face in a sort of worried expression looking around aimlessly every few seconds and another hand planted between her thighs while tapping her left foot rapidly. Akihito worried for his sister and mother had to ask what was wrong.
"Mom, sis, what is wrong? Are you two ok?" He asked them and started to get up and walk over.
Asami and her mother both got startled and stood straight up and because their bladders were pretty full, they leaked a bit. Their short skirts of their outfits couldn't hide the small dribble of urine that came out and left a small stain on the fronts of their clothes and left a few drops where they stood. Asami's breasts jiggled a bit when she shot up. She grabbed her crotch with both hands and bent forward and sat down quickly and looked ashamed. His mother had a shocked look on her face with her hand to her mouth and grabbed tightly on her crotch as well, sat down, and faced the window hold on very tightly now.
"Oni-chan please don't do that... I have to use the waste chamber... and I'm too shy to go and its getting unbearable now to hold it in. I don't even know if I can go... as I doubt we can ask to stop not at this time of war." Asami said once she as back on the seat again and fidgeted some more between pauses.
"You startled me son, and I'm sorry you have to see us like this... its unladylike of me and your sister to be seen this way. The thing is my son, is we have no idea if this hoverbus will ever allow us to stop to use the bushes and other scenery out there with all the violence and fighting going on now... I really don't know if we both can make it to the city as it will be another 4 hours. I am about to burst... and if I do... I'll cry." Akihito's mother replied and was now having both hands firmly planted in between her legs.
Just after they both said this, a male human merchant walked up to them and started to talk to them as Akihito was blocking the aisle.
"Hello! I overheard the two lovely yet desperate ladies here and I have a solution." The young man said.
"What are you, some sort of pervert? Gods! mind your own business... oh dear I need to calm down... I almost leaked!" Minami said angrily to the merchant.
"What? In All that is holy of Sema's being, I'm no pervert, I'm only here to help my fellow passengers for I just came from the back of the hoverbus as there is a place for you two to relieve yourselves. I just used it myself and its safe and clean."
"Oh wondrous Gods! A Waste chamber on here? Yay you hear that oni-chan? I'm going to be ok!" Asami jumped up and down and clapped with glee, yet she spurted a bit when she did so and screamed.
"Ieeyaah! Nooo! I going to pee like, right now!" She began to bend over and started to move out from the seat into the aisle and started to dance frantically with small hops and with her legs tightly close together with both hands deep in her crotch.The spurt of pee from seconds ago already dampened her yukata to a darker hue.
"Tanks so much sir. I'll repay you by buying from you." Minami said to the merchant as she started leading her daughter to the back while holding on to herself with the other hand.
"No problem the name's James Fitzpatrick, and I'm glad to help, as there is no need to have you two poor ladies in such distress. I could not just be idle and watch such misery come to you two. No ma'am!"
They both went to the back where there was a set of wooden seats with a lid to cover them. A sizable round hole in each led to the rapidly moving ground below the hovering vehicle.
Both women barely took off their dampened panties, Asami's being an orange like her eyes and her mothers a deep grey almost black, before they just instantly almost lost it, yet they sat down in time not to make mess of themselves or the floor in front of them. A steady yet load stream could be heard from both of them as they did not bother to close the door.
"Mommy, I hope this never happens to us again, yet it feels so great to finally be able to pee."
She said and closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to sit there and pee.
"Yes I agree my dear. We need to look around in our surroundings next time to avoid such an embarrassment."
Minami said to her relieved daughter and made a loud sigh of relief as well.
Edited September 28, 2012 by hirokun
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Excerpt #2: Contains Female Desperation, fear wetting, and surprise!
From: The Four Sinners: Chapter 3: A miko seeking a new rebirth.
Special Title: Masako's wet and frightful situation.
Masako was about done with her tasks for the day at the temple of Talia, the Goddess of Water and the Seas, and was ready to head home. She has long violet hair to her back and silver eyes and wore a blue and white shrine maiden's vestments over deep purple panties and wrappings for her large d cup breasts to flatten them a bit. The last time she used a latrine was before she arrived here early in the morning but she knew in the back of her mind she was good enough to wait till she got home. She was about to go change into her civilian clothes and out of her miko robes when a bunch of commotion was heard outside accompanied with shouting and screams in Kaganese (a language exactly like or similar to Japanese spoken in her world and nation). Wondering what was going on. She headed to the front of the temple and saw a male temple server get shot with a high tech crossbow as he tried to leave and fell to the ground bleeding. Shocked and sacred for her life, she gasped and searched for a place to hide unnoticed. She ran back into the back rooms and saw saw that the priest's vestments trunk was still ajar from when he left earlier. Masako climbed inside and pulled as many vestments on top of her to hide her body from view in case someone were to open it.
She lay as flat as she could even though it was quite cramped in the trunk. She could hear the screams of the young women and men that were getting slaughtered by the mysterious invading army that attacked Sakura Village hours ago, though Masako wasn't aware of this.
As she continued to stay hidden and quiet, she could hear the heavy armored boots and the shifting of chain mail of the men walking around in the back rooms. Masako began to fear for her survival even more and thought began to endlessly fill her mind.
'Please oh great goddess! Don't let them find me in here. I do not wish to die or be their slave.'
As she was getting more and more frightened and worried, her bladder was starting to ache and quiver due to her nerves. It started to squeeze and contract and she started to move about in the cramped space.
'Oh no...not now... I must hold it until they leave. If they hear me pee or if I make any sort of noise... I'm dead for sure...!'
She started to prop up her knees and curled her back against the back wall of the trunk and grabbed her self with both hands squirming about.
'I'm so scared! I have to go so bad...why am I so unlucky?' she thought and started to let out a very faint whimper and two buds of tears formed in her eyes. She started to shake a bit.
The foot steps returned and it was in the room the trunk was in. Masako completely stiffened up and turned white like a ghost. A small amount of pee leaked out and dampened her panties and it glistened before the small shaft of light caused by the holes where the handles were put in before the fluid fully left a small damp spot.
'Nooo! I can't pee now he is just right over me...'
The Soldier turned and faced the trunk and stared at it for a moment then shrugged and then turned away and trudged on. Soon all the other soldier left and she was all alone...
*Phew* 'I thought he'd never leave. Oh no... It can't be not yet...I can't anymore...' "Ahhh no! Help me!! I can't pee not like this..."
Soon her panties began to dampen and then once they reached their capacity the pess started to shot out the sides of the panties and down infront of her, her miko dress was also getting wet. She continued to pee there steadily until the trunk opened.
Her eyes opened up wide and there was a reddish brown haired boy not much older older than her just as shocked as she was to find a girl hiding in a trunk socked with her own pee. It was none other than Akihito Ishida. Her eyes turned white and she passed out not before a large amount of her pee shot out all at once drenching her, the whole base of the trunk, and every garment inside.
When she came to, she was still in the trunk still damp but not soaked from earlier.
" you had such an ordeal.I'm sorry to have found you like that, but I heard your screams...and I had to come save you..."
Masako got very scared and threw a damp vestment at his face. "Aieee! Get away you...you monster! Don't even look at me!"
"Ugh pah!! what the hell?! That's the thanks I get for finding you? If you screamed a few minutes earlier, You'd been found by the invasion force and possibly taken away or worse killed."
"I'm sorry. I thought you were one of them...and I..." She turned away and blushed still embarrassed from her accident.
"Its ok...I'll go leave now so you can get changed and cleaned up."
"Thank you for finding me. My name's Masako." She got out of the trunk and the dampness started to drip off of her as she did a slight bow.
"Pleasure is mine, and please get changed, Its starting to smell."
"I'm sorry. I'll do that right away." She wandered off to where her spare clothes were when she was going to get changed and found them where they were but they were strewn about from the invaders. Luckily there was no damage to them besides a few wrinkles and she found a spare pair of panties along with them supposedly not hers, but her size.
'I guess I'm lucky after all ^.^! '
She tore some left over robes to clean off the pee from her legs and body but couldn't find any water to completely clean her self off,though its probably not something she could worry too much about that now that the city probably has fallen. She removed the wraps constricting her chest (which bounced back into their natural tear drop shape) and put on her purple tunic which matched her hair perfectly. The tunic had leather straps woven into the front and showed her impressive cleavage. He put on the new very light blue panties she found and then put on a pair of her two pocket tights. She then put her sandals back on and walked back out to meet the boy that found her.
"Wow you look er...um... different." Akihito turned bright red after seeing her new look and much bigger breasts due to her not wrapping them anymore.
"Yeah thanks... now lets make our escape... I'm done being a miko. From now on, I'm traveling with you because I owe you my life." Masako said to him and smiled.
"Sure thing we are heading to the emperor's palace." Akihito said pointing to it in the distance at the center of the city.
"We? Wasn't it just you that found me?" Masako asked him puzzled.
"Yeah, my friend James, is waiting for us at an entrance to the sewers.
'Great... from the frying pan into the fire...' she let out a huge sigh and bent over.
Masako after changing clothes: http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t54/elementalhero76/Esgardum%20Art/MasakoMikamiInColor2012.png
Edited September 29, 2012 by hirokun
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I am trying something different here. I was growing tired of how all my stories were from a 3rd person viewing point and everything was in past tense (she did this, she said that). So I tried it this way. Let me know what you think (and what you prefer). I had some difficulties phrasing this, as I am not used to writing like this.
The flyer girl
“You’re late Kaylie” my boss said as I got to work Saturday morning. I had a party yesterday and overslept. I woke up just 10 minutes ago, right around the moment I had to start working. Now I am there, at the job I hate. I was searching an acceptable side-job for over a year. I really need the money, but with all those students wanting a side job there was not much left for me. Money has really gotten tight lately, and so I accepted to flyer for events in the shopping center. As a 20 year old without any working experience and a lot of competition for part-time jobs in my city, I could not get any better. We gathered in the canteen of the post office in the city center, and got our flyers distributed there.
First, coffee, or I’ll bite everyone’s head off today. I always need that to begin with. It’s an addiction I don’t really mind. My boss knows it and I get a slow start to a working day like this, even though I won’t get paid until I start flyering.
“Hurry up, Brooke is already busy. She already started,” my boss tells me, before briefing me on the event we would be flyering today.
We had a rule that we always had to work together with someone else, as there were only girls doing this job. I always had a feeling they selected on looks for this job. Apparently, an average person is more willing to take a flyer and share some words about it with a good looking girl than someone else.
Brooke had done her best to look good today. Her slightly curly brown hair looks extra nice today. She had just the right amount of make-up. She was wearing her favorite necklace and a blue pleaded dress, which hang loosely around her shoulders and stopped just above her knees. She wears a belt just above her middle and seems to not be wearing a bra today. Now it’s clear she only has cup b; at the party yesterday she had clearly stuffed her bra to look like c. Her black ballerinas finish her outfit for the day. With 1m65 she is just a bit smaller than me, with 1m70. She is also a bit skinnier, but I guess that comes with her smaller body in general. I did not really have time for that this morning. My jeans with some fake tears in it and all stars are some sort of standard outfit for me. The grey shirt I wore was the same I wore to college yesterday. Because of the low cut, I had to wear a bra today. It’s black, slightly visible beneath my shirt and matching my panties. I always match their colors; it would feel strange not to for some reason. I did not wear make-up, I almost never did. I think my face with my brown-blonde hair will suffice for most occasions.
Now, half an hour into after I began, we are at our standard location; 50 meters from the market has proven to be the most successful around this time on Saturdays. We would always change location every 2 hours of our 8-hour shift. Between the first and last change we got a 10 minute coffee break, and in the middle of the work day we got our lunch break. Normally this is no problem; a break after every 2 hours is one of the little advantages of this job. Today is different, however. In my haste I did not use the bathroom this morning. I had to go a little before my shift, but not enough to actually use the bathroom, I thought. But now the coffee is proving me wrong. My bladder is filling up with it. I hope it will stop soon. On a normal day my bladder would become a little uncomfortable just before the first break and I would probably have a problem if it would be after 3 hours. Now I am already on that uncomfortable point, and I still have 1.5 hour to go. And I have to speak to random people and make sure they know of this random event; I can’t just hold myself at this job. And I can’t just use the bathroom outside my breaks. They made that very clear when I started this job. Luckily for me, probably because of her outfit, Brooke was getting most attention today. There were almost constantly people around her.
10 minutes later. I have to move to keep from holding myself. I am now constantly walking towards people instead of just waiting on them, trying to hide the reason behind that. If I do not have to stand still for too long I can make it, I think.
How is Brooke doing? I glance her way after some uninterested people walked by me. She is surrounded by 3 guys around our age. I notice they are probably more interested in her than her flyers. Then Brooke turns her head around in my direction, looking a bit distressed. She normally likes attention like this, but maybe they are freaking her out. I decide to walk over, as the guys decide to leave. For a small moment, she moves her legs in a strange manner.
“What’s up, are there problems with those guys?” I ask her.
“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just… I did not have time to use the bathroom this morning, and it’s getting bad.”
Strange, she clearly put a lot of time in getting ready, but did not use the toilet.
“I know what you mean, I overslept and I had to rush to work. I’m getting a bit desperate too.”
“Please, try not to talk about it, let’s focus on our work for now.”
Alright, back to business. As I walk around, talking and giving out flyers, I check on Brooke regularly. It seems she is having way more trouble than me; she, too, is now walking around, but when she has to talk to someone she cannot keep her legs still. Meanwhile, my bladder is getting fuller and fuller. It is expanding against my belt. I have to loosen it, or this is going to end badly.
“Hi, what are you advertising for?”
Oh crap, someone just started talking to her. That happens just a few times a day. Now I have to stand still again and I can’t loosen my belt. Only the thought of this makes the pressure on my bladder muscles grow.
I try to remain calm. I can’t show what situation I am in.
“Wellnextweek…” No, slow down. Speak calmly. It seems like a nice guy, the more reason to keep my dignity. I go on explaining calmly what is going to happen next week. He is almost moving on. Good. I’m thirsty. Mistake! Don’t think about drinking. Bladder pressure is building. Can’t move, he will notice. Spurt. Hold it!
I feel something coming out of my urethra. A small leak in my panties! I hope it doesn’t show. I start to blush as he walks away. He smiles at me. He doesn’t know why my face is getting red, luckily.
I look down to see nothing. Relieved, I can see nothing. No one will notice. But I still have an hour to go. I have to loosen my belt now!
I turn around and loosen it a bit in less than a second. That feels much better! I feel my bladder quickly expanding, but the pressure decreases.
“Kaylie, I’m not going to make it.” Brooke suddenly is next to me. She is whispering. “I leaked and my panties are getting wetter and wetter” she says, distress clearly in her voice. “Cover for me please?”
“How do you mean?” I ask her.
She grabs my arm and drags me along to the dark alley nearby. Due to the surprise, I feel a spasm in my bladder. I clench all my muscles. I think I held it all in. Wait, it feels wetter. I leaked again! I check; still nothing to see. Pfew.
“Stand here, look the other way!” Brooke says.
Is she really going to do pee in this alley? What if someone walks by and… “Pssssshhhhh.” She is peeing! I can hear her. I can hear it splattering on the ground. I can barely hold on, listening to the sound.
“Hurry, I can’t stand the sound in my state!” I say, as I turn my head. To my surprise, Brooke stands there, leaning against the wall, not squatting. She has lifted her dress a bit with both hands and placed her legs about a meter from each other. Between her legs, a thick stream of pee is falling right down to the ground, and some is trickling down her right leg. A huge puddle forms beneath her. She sighs as the flow starts to decrease about 20 seconds later, and soon only drips of pee fall down in her puddle. I am watching in awe as she stands there, her right leg glistening with pee and soaked ballerinas on her feet. I feel my panties have gotten wetter again; this has to stop or I am going to have an accident! As she steps away from the puddle, I see more drips falling and some more trickles going down her legs into her ballerinas.
“Did you… wear… panties” I ask her.
“Yeah, well, I am not going to possibly expose my privates for everyone to see” she answers.
“So you just peed in your panties?” I ask, completely baffled.
“What else was I going to do?” she says, wringing out her shoes before putting them back on. “Don’t tell anyone about this!”
After she made sure she did not leave a noticeable trail behind, she just walked back into the street. I couldn’t believe this; she was just continuing her work!
Why would she do this? Why would she continue to work when she just peed her panties? I sure would not dare, someone could find out!
I think it’s better to ignore this. The more I think about it, the more I need the bathroom too.
With about 40 minutes to go, it is beginning to get unbearable. My muscles are hurting, my bladder is getting fuller and fuller and I have even loosened my belt more. I can’t keep my legs still now; I am afraid. Brooke was like this just before she peed herself.
I have to keep working, or I am going to have an accident for sure. Let’s walk over to that woman, probably in her late thirties, with her son of around 14.
I start to explain what this event was all about. Suddenly, all the pressure on my bladder fades away. Urine is making its way through my urethra. I double over and put both my hands between my legs and feel a small cold, wet spot in my crotch. Immediately I feel warmth spreading as I regain control over my muscles; now my crotch really is wet, probably visibly.
“Are you okay?” the mother asks.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Do you need to pee?” her son asks, loudly and boldly, getting an angry look from his mom.
“Well, actually yes, it’s pretty urgent” I say.
“Then we’ll just talk to the other girl so you can go. Come on, Jeff.”
They walk away, but my seal is broken. There is no way I can make it anymore. I try to reach the alley Brooke just used, as a tear rolls down my face. I can only walk slowly; my bladder muscles are on the verge of giving up. They are starting to hurt. I remove my hands for a second to check on my pants; the wet spot has spread a bit down my thighs. On these jeans it is obvious what just happened. More tears roll down my face. An accident will follow, no doubt. This is even worse than my accident in high school, right around the moment the shopping center is getting more and more crowded.
Slowly, my urine starts to slip out of my bladder. I am still doubled over, and my crotch and hands are getting again warm with my pee. I feel the wetness growing on the back of my legs.
“Look! She is peeing herself!” I hear from behind me. Tears start falling on the ground as I give up. I straighten myself as my bladder muscles just stop working; the pain disappears as I hear a loud hissing sound, followed by pee exploding in my crotch. I widen my legs a bit as the insides of my jeans soak through in no-time. I look down; on both legs, thick streams of pee still flow through my pants and into my shoes and onto the ground. My white all stars are soaked and the pee is overflowing. The puddle beneath me is even bigger than Brooke’s.
Slowly, my accident is coming to an end. People are watching me from all angles as the last pee flows into my pants. The insides of my legs and the back of my pants are completely soaked.
“Let’s go back” Brooke says, now standing on the edge of my puddle. Silently I walk away, looking down. My shoes are squishing with every step and leave a clear wet trail. Everyone here has seen me peeing myself, and for those who haven’t it is still clear what I have done. Brooke puts her arm around me.
“It’s okay, accidents can happen” she says.
She takes out her phone and called our boss.
“Hey, could you arrange a replacement? No, it’s not for me, it for Kaylie. She… had a little accident… …no, not that kind of accident, she had uhm… a bathroom accident. Yes, really. Yes, okay. I’ll tell her.”
“Well, he is going to call a replacement, but he said if this happens again or if you’re late again next week you’ll be fired.”
I nod. I don’t care anymore; I just want to get out of here.
After a 15 minute walk of shame back to the canteen, my replacement was already there.
“Are you going to continue working? With your wet panties?” I ask Brooke.
“Ehm, yeah, I am… 'prepared' for this” she says, as she takes her bag out of her locker. She kicks out her ballerinas, hikes her skirt up to reveal her wet, pink panties and moves them down her legs. She gets over to the bathroom and wipes her privates and legs clean. After this, she puts her wet panties and ballerinas in an empty plastic bag and gets a pair of purple panties out of her bag.
“This is why I always wear a skirt or a dress” she says, smiling as she gets back on the street with my replacement Alyssa, who also wears a skirt. Taken aback by this revelation, I stand there staring for some minutes.
I put my black jacket around my middle and walk home. It’s less obvious this way, but everyone who took a glance at me would still know what had happened.
I am almost back home, and I suddenly have to pee again. It feels like my bladder muscles have weakened. Not caring anymore, I just let it flow as soon as I feel a little leak. My now ice-cold crotch and legs feel the same spreading warmth they did a while ago, but I do not feel bad this time. I cannot feel any worse than I did after my first wetting.
As I am still very tired, I take a shower, drink some water and go to bed again. It’s still morning and I did not sleep that much. I take a clean pair of light blue panties out of my closet and put on my dark blue pajamas.
Hours later, I wake up. My bed is drenched in sweat. Wait, this isn’t sweat… Oh no! |
This was actually written a few years ago - purely fictional (with alittle nod towards David North of the most awesome Bound to Burst site who employed a still life scenario with Jayne...) Ooh, yes indeed... ;-) Anyway, it really is about time I put something on here - I write for a hobby for gods sakes! So there's sex in this. And wetting and some desperation. And some fun. Please comment even if it's just to tell me that I would be better off with a proper day job. B) :D Oh; I tarted it up a bit.
It's no good- I seem to have copped a dose of flowery prose (pure fantasy - my muse has come to stay a while...) So here's a thing, just read with one eye open and see if you can feel it through the other. Just you and me, the imagination and your submissive nature.
Come on then........................... Still Life, in the flesh. Yours, to be precise.
the premise was a simple one; I , a moderately successful chap in the modern media would allow for you; my infinitely more successful (and beautiful, I must add) partner to be captured in her glory; then recreated by those who seek to emulate me. It was all my fault , you see; I had simply mentioned in passing to a contemporary that you possessed such natural and timeless features, and were as perfect now as when I had first met you all those years ago; that anyone professing to be even moderately gifted at art could not fail to capture your natural charm.
Which is how we ended up here – and here is where we are at. You will offer yourself to the budding artists, allow them to study, compose and create at their leisure. Modesty preserved a touch; their imaginations defining your inner form.
Lying atop a long oak dining table: You. Naked. Positioned oh, so carefully; facing those who shall capture you – head inclined toward them, your left arm and left side motioned toward them, your left leg raised slightly. Yes; there is a hint of the female form; the delights that surely reside behind that thigh, but nothing is visible. Rather uncomfortably, your right leg is angled too – and your pussy and most intimate areas are visible from the other side of the table; and I am the one & only person who can verify this. In the foreground, in front of these milky, smooth limbs; a collection of fruits. Fruits of the sea; lobster, crab, smaller mollusc – arranged unashamedly as part of this challenge. Your head is propped on a cushion; which sits on top of a pile of cookery books.
Upon your flesh; protecting some of your modesty, more fruit – grapes in their naturally occurring bunches. festoon your breasts. Black, red, green. Bananas, water melon, fruits of the forest and those more tropical fight for attention on your smooth, slightly turned torso – and as accompaniment; whipped cream, muscovado sugar, halved lemons, juice squeezed,pips evident, take up residence in and around your navel, in that space between navel and pubic area – and as for the cream; this is spooned and placed in crevices and folds, where limbs bend. You are to be captured on
film; then captured on canvas. The arrangement is for you to be available for the former for one single three hour period; then once captured, interpreted as the artist feels he or she should. You are to remain motionless and remain of good humour and patience for three hours in order that I do not lose face. Fortunately, you have reserves of patience. I am the one with the low boredom threshold...
I have decided that at intervals of no more than 25 minutes, you will be allowed a 30 second break to relax your face muscles and take refreshment. White wine spritzer; long glass, ice and straw. Prepared and administered by me – to be taken as I offer it, within the time available. It is clearly an indication of your affection and patience my darling which enabled you to agree to this. And so we begin. Your challengers arrive (by prior appointment only) and snap away. Some stay a while, taking a seemingly excessive number of images and others seem to believe that two or three will suffice. I am as you have come to expect; flippant, risible and courteous in turn; yet with you, always the gentleman. As promised, every 25 minutes you are presented with a drink; it is a fine white wine from the Cape, livened with sparkling spring water from Buxton in England. The first two you down greedily, clearly a thirst is upon you – or maybe the odour of the sea and residual salt from the display in front of you is making you so.
The third and fourth drinks are taken – and a little less enthusiastically. You look at me pleadingly - “Darling, keep this up and you are likely to be adding a water feature to the display – I have to remain here for two more hours yet; and I am unable to move”. I make a sympathetic face and got to meet your next suitor. Told you I got bored easily; I was already thinking of ways to alleviate the situation. And I presented it at the next break.
“A one off dearest; it's all I can think of under the circumstances, but take this first.” At this point we had as company two couples; all artists – and all long time friends. They had expressed reluctance at the challenge – your body, they point out is not mine to offer for art; but we had won them over. I wanted to reward their honesty and friendship with a slightly different view.
“Keep the cameras focussed please” I said as I moved round behind the table, taking your now empty tumbler with me. I approached you and moved a hand between your legs. “OK darling” in a stage whisper “We are with friends, be quick and you can relieve some of the pressure”. You cannot see my face, but I know yours is reddening as you realise what I am proposing here. “ If you are quick, you can fill the glass before anyone else arrives” and with that I touch you between the legs, one wet finger prizes open your pussy lips before, now coated in your own natural sweetener, it moves up to your clitoris and presses into and upwards; exposing your opening and making your pee hole visible to me. I place the glass and invite you further. “OK dear – let it come – I know you want to pee, so let some out. The cameras click and, despite your red face and (no doubt) inexplicable desire to see me dead at this point, I am rewarded with at first a trickle, then something more substantial as you relax and pee. All too soon the glass is almost full. And credit hon- you did not spill a drop. “Stop please darling; we'll overflow!” You comply and the session resumes with the original pose as I take the glass and look at it. “it appears as it did when it went in” Our friends take their leave, thanking us on their way out for the diversion and for a few minutes we are alone. I cannot resist – and taste. Warm, ever so slightly bubbly still. “Here, try some” And you have the glass and straw before you. “It's perfectly OK – it is yours after all! And so you do. Just a sip, as we are disturbed by yet another suitor. I found the expression on your face at that point a little less disturbing than it might have been. If you are one thing, my angel it is tolerant. Not to mention imaginative – and used to me and my ways!
I leave you to your task, returning faithfully as promised, every 25 minutes – a fresh glass and that same wine / water combination. The amount of liquid you consume is now concerning me; yet you don't ask for a repeat – and in fact while I offer more than once; you actively decline. Following your final drink in fact, I pause on my way out to steal a glance at your pussy – there is a little tell-tale sign of acute desperation there; you have clearly dribbled a little. Maybe enough, every so often as to take the very edge off of your plight; but a more lingering gaze reveals quivering muscles; and I determine that the dribble is not pee – you are as aroused as I have ever seen you!
From that point I cannot wait for the three hours to end; and as soon as it does, I close, then lock the door to our dining room and turn to you. Instinct would have me strip and enter you right there and then, but what do you desire??
“Well that was a job well done; stirling work in fact, I know you must be so uncomfortable there so as soon as the fruit has gone, we can clean you up”. I move the sea monsters and dispose of them. “You can. If you wish, simply lay back flat dear – it will be more comfortable”. I help you move and as you find yourself lying flat on your back, you gasp – and before I can move myself, the lemons fall to one side and the sugar and cream engage in a sticky intercourse – you cross those fine legs and arch. “Ooh, that's not good – I need a glass – no fuck that; a vase! I am going to pee” And your torso twists itself back – you had been in the perfect pose for having a full, very full bladder without it overflowing. I am gazing at you, you know that look – I am not getting you anything as yet. I kiss you. “My you are wonderful. I have inspiration; bear with me” and I have to get my own camera and tripod; partly as a decoy, but partly as you, my muse have slapped me fair across the brow. I can expose an image of an area never exposed; performing a task so mundane and natural; yet as never before seen! The tripod is there to prevent the camera from shaking; the exposure set, I issue instructions. Darling, as you did for me earlier; just a little – a glassful, push it out hard, then stop as if you are blocking a dam? This time I do register the look; pain, wonderment, affection and understanding. For you ARE my muse; you must bear the consequences. And, though I say it myself, the results are outstanding; drops so clearly defined; a jet of pee so pure and clear; all captured in perfect detail; your pussy lips coated in moisture of two distinct types – and I want you. Badly; my body wants its muse.
Your need has barely abated but you submit to my fingers exploring the source of that clear water; and as they move inside you, faster and faster, I hear you demand. “No, babe – join with me? Dam me with your cock – all I lost was the drop in the ocean; the ocean must come soon”. I comply – free my desire and join you atop that table; kneeling between your legs as you lift yourself, straightening and wincing with the need to flood me and all around us. I am hard – you know how your need to pee arouses me. It does you too; but to me this is heaven. I am inside you and I want you to cum before I do. I draw one of your hands towards your abdomen and place it on your clit. Go on darling. Take control and be you. Cum for me?
I move inside you, without variation I sped; deep, ramming hard inside you yet maintaining as a metronome. You rub; gently, maybe three or four times in succession, then pause, then rub harder and for longer “Oh! Oh, yes! Oh, babe, yes”!!! And we are both rewarded as you flush, eyes closed; gripping me hard on the inside as muscles ripple and contract. I watch, enraptured as ever with the way you and nature combine at this point. I am hard; you sated for now – I am hard and you still need to pee and as you come down, so the need rises. Aroused almost beyond belief, I flex my member inside of you and, in as leisurely manner as I can, take some grapes and eat. Dipping them in what is left of the cream and sugar; posing there as an orgasmic delight all of its own.
“Darling, let me pee now? Please – I know – YOU know I can't with you inside of me and I am so desperate now. So very full and you flexing like that is not helping... I flex some more.
“hold it” Another grape. “Want one?” “Fuck you!”
“ I don't think I can wait any longer – I can feel it right at the very end of me - “Ooooh!” As I withdraw and, taking your hand; placing it on my cock, watch as you struggle to avoid losing it. Again, you understand and as you rub me gently; the tip of my cock just, so delicately and slightly, touching your pussy lips, I feel your struggle intensify as now I can feel your muscles quiver again as your pee demands freedom. This is what arouses me so – and you know this too, you are timing your wetting with my pleasure; denying yourself relief until your pee can wash away my seed as you let it pour forth. I am of no help with this; I seek to delay my pleasure for as long as I can; willing your dam to burst before I lose control, but you are wise to me – and you know that for all my determination, my knowing through your facial expression, the way your thighs twitch, how you raise yourself ever so slightly and gasp at me; the way I imagine I can feel a drop of pee from you just touching my cock; you know that you will succeed; and you do. Your fingers guide me perfectly; a powerful jet of its own type flows at and into your pussy; you even guide me inside of you as I pass that point of no return; I feel you cunt envelop me and I can do no more.
You however, have plenty to do. As I withdraw and move a little way from you; you, as I did earlier, pull yourself taut, and from a drop to a torrent in no time at all- I witness those drinks as they flow powerfully from you; into my torso – I had neglected to remove my shirt; you soak me. An almost effortless drenching, you then raise yourself a little further and my hair and face are drenched too. My “punishment” for making you wait until you could not wait any longer. I am soaked – and from head to groin, drenched in sweet smelling pee. You smile at me – and raise a brow. A challenge. And I accept. Though already wet, I will have to remain in these clothes, adding jeans – as will you, and whether you hide those beautiful breasts from me is for you to determine, for we are to see who can, from this point on, drink as you had earlier, then hold until one of us can hold no longer. It will be that simple – the first one to experience being wet from their own pee will lose.
There's always more. ;) |
Thank you for reading my very first ever omorashi story. This story was written entirely by me, though ishigrensa helped proofread and provided a few ideas; such as the name of this story. Input or critique is appreciated, please enjoy. Also, if IForgotMyPassword is reading this, I would like to thank you for giving me such a good name for the protagonist.
One last thing, if you have never read anything of my roleplays, here is how to read this: unaffected text, actions and narration. text in quotation marks: dialogue. text in italics: character's thoughts. text in different colors; a different character is speaking.
I hope you all like the story. Happy reading.
One drop; one drop was the difference between life and death; one drop of golden liquid that would fall directly onto the target’s head. It was fitting in a way, she had wanted to kill him with a drop of toxin, and now her own life was endangered by a drop of liquid. It didn’t much matter how fitting it was, as scared as Kimiko (Yes I stole the name from IFMP, deal with It.) was right now, it was all she could do to keep that drop and all the others with it sealed up.
How did I get myself into this situation?
She knew though, exactly how she had gotten herself into this situation. Kimiko was a ninja, and a damn good one at that. At birth she was selected from her village to receive her training, and she lived, breathed, and would die the way of the ninja.
Kimiko was not a houri, she did not seduce her targets with her beautiful looks like so many other female ninja did, though she easily could have. Her long flowing hair cascaded across and around her small head like a waterfall of some shining black liquid. Her features were soft, her skin nearly flawless. Her eyes were like tiny sapphires the way they sparkled. She had a small frame that belied her tremendous power and martial prowess, and her breasts were small as well. She had been given a diet to try to keep her as slender as possible without hurting her muscular structure and it had worked wonders for her. She was as tiny and agile as a hawk in flight, and twice as deadly. She was, in so many ways, perfect.
Kimiko was not a novice to killing either; she had done it many times before. This time, she was assassinating a high ranking general of the Shimazu Clan. She had been given her orders and rode immediately to intercept the mobile general and his army. She had waited, unmoving, for 4 hours before she began to feel her bladder filling. She had, of course, eaten and drank during this time, her meal of rice, fish, and water was long gone by now. She was about to rise to relieve herself in the dark as she had done so many time before, when she saw the lights of General Konda’s army. She sat down once more, knowing they would stop soon and she could infiltrate the army’s ranks. If she failed to kill the general tonight, the next morning he would leave and attack his target. She could not afford to fail, and so she decided to hold it in.
I will wait, as is my duty. I only hope this will not interfere with my other duties.
After an hour of wait, during which time Kimiko remained perfectly still; not squirming from her need, nor holding herself, nor breathing more than was necessary, Kimiko saw the general commandeer the house of a wealthy merchant to sleep in.
Perfect. You’ll be going to bed soon, but not before you have a very special drink of sake. I hope you like it, for it will be the last one you ever drink.
Kimiko ran as silently as a cat through the underbrush as she made her way over through the small town, however, this proved very difficult. After not having moved for so long, each soft step sent a pang of desperation to her now full bladder and by the time she reached the wall surrounding the merchant’s house, she could not help but cross her legs.
This is what I was afraid of. I mustn’t move, mustn’t make a sound, mustn’t be seen.
Kimiko kept her legs tightly crossed, but refused to move or bounce around to ease the pressure. She waited outside the wall for a bit before making her way over the wall and into the merchant’s small garden. There she saw two guards on every single doorway, and one on the roof. All were armed to the teeth.
Idiot. One guard on the roof? That’s begging for it.
Kimiko snaked her way as close to the building as she dared without leaving the garden’s protection, but that was when she felt it; a huge pang of desperation overtook her, and she involuntarily bent low as it hit her.
“Eep!”
“Did you hear that?”
“Probably just a mouse.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Oh thank the heavens. I can’t believe how desperate I am, and I really can’t believe I let out a sound like that. That’s how the young ones get killed.
Kimiko saw another gap in their defenses: a small alcove jutted into the wall, which would provide her with a perfect climbing route to the roof as well as being in the guards’ blind spot. She smiled but then frowned as she realized the strain it would put on her bladder. If she wet while climbing it would splatter onto the wood below and she would be caught and killed.
Oh well, gotta take the chance. This has to be done now.
Kimiko dashed into the alcove as the guards scanned away from her and hid in the shadows it made. Thankfully, she had not yet leaked even a drop of pee into her gi.
Oooooh. That was close. Can’t pee here; have to wait until I’m at least far enough away from here to not get noticed. Come on Kimiko, you can do this. You are a trained killer; you can’t wet yourself like a tiny child.
Enduring her bloated bladder, Kimiko began to make her way up the space in the alcove, her bladder nearly making her release another groan. It was torture shimmying up there; she had to bottle up everything; noises, urine, she could not afford release.
Must... not… pee.
Her bladder gave a jolt near the top, spraying a tiny portion of its contents into her black uniform, nearly making her release another squeak in the process. However, she managed to regain control over things before more than a few drops slid past her womanhood.
Gotta… hold… on… can’t… pee.
Kimiko peeked over the top of the roof to see the archer on top. He was currently walking the perimeter of the roof, scanning for people like her, and he was about to have his back to her. As soon as he did, Kimiko jumped up and ran up behind him as quiet as before, sticking a small knife into his throat. As the blood leaked from her victim’s jugular, her own fluids began to leak again.
No! Not now, not yet, please, just a bit more time.
She stopped peeing after only a few seconds, but she felt so warm and wet down near her vagina. She could not see the damage, as it was night and she was in all black, but she felt wetness surround her entire groin and even felt some slipping around to her butt. She let the man slide down, still without a sound made, and creeped along the roof, noting a window near her alcove she used to get up to the roof. She let herself down, holding onto the edge of the roof while her body draped over the edge, and opened the window with one hand. She climbed up into the rafters, realizing where she was; directly above the general, in his bedroom.
Yes! Jackpot!
She got out the vial of fugu toxin when she felt another big wave of desperation hit her; she jammed her free hand into her crotch, forcing herself with all her might not to make a sound. Now she was in a very precarious situation; she was directly over the general, and if she peed now, she would certainly be caught and likely die. Her hand pressed down hard on her groin and she used every ounce of willpower to stay silent. She felt some of her pee from before leaking through the fabric; touching her fingers. She could not afford to take her hand away from her crotch, but she had to open the vial of toxin and that required two hands to do.
How did I get myself into this situation?
Shaking from nervousness, Kimiko slowly brought the toxin as close to herself as she dared; it was only lethal if ingested, but if she spilled it as she opened it, she could not kill the general. She brought her hand away from her crotch and uncorked the vial. She instantly jammed it back in, riding another wave of desperation.
Gotta… hold… it… in…
She lifted the vial over the general’s Sake, measuring its position carefully by eye. If the drop did not hit the drink, she would fail. Everything was riding on one liquid going exactly where it was supposed to go, and another liquid staying in place.
Please, let it work.
She poured the viscous toxin, watching the large drop work its way ever so slowly to the end of the vial. It looked as though the drop would never reach the end of the container, the toxin was so thick. She watched as it inched along, trying not to make the slightest of movements; that sake dish was a tiny target. Finally the drop hit the end of the vial and spilled over the edge, but it hung there, precariously. The drop of venom that would end his life was stuck on the end of the vial. Time seemed to almost freeze as the drop sat there, motionless… until it started to drop. She saw it move frame-by-frame, getting longer and skinnier as gravity pulled the liquid away from the glass. It looked like it might stay anyway… but then it fell. It fell quick and fell true; right into the general’s sake dish.
Oh thank you.
Meanwhile, Kimiko’s need to pee had increased severely. Watching the venom slip and fall was the worst torture Kimiko had ever endured. Her bladder was pushed to its limit, and Kimiko didn’t think she could bare it any longer.
That’s it! I have to pee so badly!
Kimiko dashed out of the window and back up to the roof before jumping down to the wall. She jumped down to the ground below. All this acrobatics was just too much for Kimiko’s poor bladder. After hours of endurance, it finally gave out, discharging its contents onto the ground. Kimiko’s pee flooded out of her like a tub turned on full blast, but Kimiko didn’t care. She shuddered from the relief peeing gave her, it felt amazing after so long and being under so much stress. Her pee poured out into her black gi and down around her legs, leaving trails of warmth and wetness down her legs. The liquid moved down through her buttcrack, wetting it before spilling out the back. As it fell from her crotch, butt, and leg bottoms, it pooled onto the ground below, making a light splattering sound that was barely heard above the roar of her pee blasting out her vagina. That sound was almost deafening to her, but it was joined by another; Kimiko’s moans of pleasure and relief were near orgasmic, and she could not contain herself. She shuddered and moaned as more and more pee flooded out of her. The puddle created by her wetting was a large one indeed. She sat there, crouched over, for almost a minute while her bladder emptied itself through her tight clothes. She knew the guards would come to investigate, but she cared nothing about that right then. All that mattered was her intense relief. And intense it was, Kimiko nearly did have an orgasm as she finally stopped flooding herself. Her hand which had once tried to hold back the flood of her pee now joined it in pleasuring her, and she began to rub herself quickly, but then stopped as one last sound joined the massive crescendo of notes; the sound of a man choking and sputtering; the sound of General Konda dying.
“One more down.”
Kimiko then ran off, the wetness leaving a small trail for a bit, but dying off quickly as Kimiko vanished into the night, her task completed. |
They came in a little box on her anniversary morning.
He was so very shy - she smiled to herself as she held them, imagining him blushing and aroused in the shop, surrounded by sensuous fabrics and glamorous women, trembling as he considered how each piece might look on *her*, how the soft fabric would cling and press up against her most intimate places, finally making his selection. Silky and pale blue; his strong hands carefully fold them in tissue. Considering ... placing the box just so, where she would find it as she stepped out for work.
Work. They would meet for dinner and cake and ice cream ... and so much more. But for now, she was running slightly late, stuffing the small parcel in her purse and skipping off to the bus stop.
The morning wore on, but her mind was on that package and on *him* - she wanted to wear them, to have these soft things of his laying up between her legs, to feel the silky touch of the fabric. And so when, as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-morning, she brought them with her. A small piece of paper fell to the floor as she shook them out - "Let No One Remove These but Me". How romantic, she thought, the cool smoothness caressing her gently.
He was on her mind continually - through the mid-morning, and through lunch, and through the sleepy early afternoon. What they would do together, how his hands would run up under her skirt, follow the seams of his gift, caressing her through the thin fabric. And so, when as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-afternoon, she dared caress the gusset, pleasurably, and was unsurprised to find it slightly dampened. And she locked the stall and she hiked up her skirt, and she stopped.
"Let No One Remove These but Me". She was one to take romance seriously. Peeing would require their removal. She hesitated - she was all ready to go, and she *did* want to go, as was her habit. But no - she would wait. Regretfully, bladder complaining mildly, she let her skirt fall back, and walked out of the restroom unrelieved.
The remainder of the afternoon crawled by - her mind hardly on her work, but half on him and the evening, and half on the growing urgency between her legs. She rarely skipped her afternoon relief, and it was getting harder to control. By quitting time, she was rocking in her seat, pressing herself occasionally against the edge of her chair. Her urgency combined with thoughts of him, not entirely unpleasureable. The minutes ticked by until - finally! - she rose quickly from her seat and walked out.
She found herself unconsciously in the restroom, quickly closing the stall door behind her and hurriedly hiking up her skirt, concentrating in order to control herself and avoid wetting the fabric. Her fingers hooked under the waistband before she remembered - blue silk and "Let No One...". It was with great effort that she calmed her excited bladder, rubbing her thigh hard as her muscles twitched. She remained dry, bladder discipline intact, but confidence waning.
She *really* wanted to urinate badly, and sat there in the stall catching her breath momentarily, bargaining with herself. "Maybe I could just move the gusset to the side?" "No. That's not in the spirit of the rules." "I can hold it until I see him." "I *can*." She got up with great reluctance, her swollen bladder complaining as she walked out of the stall unrelieved for a second time.
Dinner was a ten minute walk away. She walked quickly, slightly bent at the behest of her bladder. She was obliged to reach behind herself and squeeze a couple times as waves of urgency hit, but made it to the cafe. She was, of course, very early - about twenty minutes. She took a seat in the waiting area and pretended to read the menu with her heel tucked between her legs, counting first the minutes, then the seconds. The restrooms were *right* *there* in front of her, mocking her desperate need with their triangular symbols of perfectly normal people who did not need to pee. But romance was romance. And the minutes ticked by.
"Why can't he be early for once?" "Just like, five minutes early?" "Okay. If he's not five minutes early, I've *got* to go anyway." "Fuck romance."
He was not five minutes early. Still she held it, but as the hour flipped over on the clock, and she still didn't see him, she quickly got up and made a mad dash for the door with the little taunting people on it, hurriedly locking the stall behind her, running in place and fumbling with the latch as the pent up urine surged toward freedom. Trembling now, she once more flipped up her skirt and reached underneath to pull at the waistband, barely managing to maintain control.
And her hands felt that silky waistband, the smooth elastic rippling underneath. And she stopped herself. And her hands flew between her legs to momentarily stem the tide, holding it in until the spasms subsided. She could not remember wanting the toilet so badly ever before in her life, but she held herself there, poised over the bowl, urgently desperate to relieve her need. And she flipped her dress back down, and straightened her hair, and once more walked away from the toilet, awkwardly, her thighs pressed tightly together. Her bladder struggling to betray her. Because romance. That's why.
And she slumped back down on her chair in the waiting area, heel grinding underneath, breathing hard and trembling with the effort. She willed him to appear. She stared at the restroom door. She stared at the umbrella holder in the corner. She considered - "Maybe I can just go without taking them off." "No. I'm not going to wet myself." "But if he doesn't show up soon, I *am* going to wet myself." For three long minutes. Until he was suddenly there.
She had anticipated his arrival so desperately that she immediately leapt up and embraced him, grinding herself into his thigh as the urge threatened to overwhelm her. And she was suddenly, unaccountably, shy. He had so much to say - about the present, about the day, about the cafe. And she - who would have easily asked about the restroom casually - felt shame at her impending inability to control her urge. How could she be about to wet herself like a little girl, not an all grown up girlfriend? How could she - a responsible adult - have gotten herself into a situation like this?
And somehow, they were seated. She back on her heel, rocking. Unable to say the words. And in a trembling voice, she ordered. And tried make small talk while thinking of some way - any way - to steer the conversation back to the delicate matter of her overwhelming desire to pee, and the conditions required therein.
There are situations where asking your boyfriend to remove your undergarments is both appropriate and erotic. In public, in a cafe, in a restroom stall with a very real chance of getting a face full of hot liquid as your girlfriend loses control of her bursting bladder is not one of those situations. So instead she rocks and sweats and trembles and makes conversation that involves a lot of monosyllables - a prisoner of her shyness. She not thinking straight, not sure what she can do except try to control herself until an opportunity presents itself.
And somehow, she makes it. Dessert is offered and quickly rejected by both - he seems turned on, maybe by thoughts of the gift between her legs, or perhaps the fidgeting. She almost summons the courage to say something on the way out, but can only get a syllable out as she passes the door to the restrooms once more. They walk down the street, his hand on her bottom. How can he not feel the struggle, the constant squeezing? She furtively grabs herself, shuddering, scanning the side streets for someplace out of the public eye - any place even slightly private.
She feels it coming - the building spasms rising beyond her control, urges too great to resist. It's not much - a corner behind a stairwell - but she can delay no longer. She frantically pulls him behind, and finds her voice. "Take them off! Take them off! I can't hold it anymore!" He is shocked, still. She grabs his hands and forces them up under her skirt. "Take! Them! Off!"
Finally he understands - and tugs them down around her thighs - dribbles of pee soaking in, then turning to a forceful stream, but he doesn't recoil, his hands still on her thighs, now misted with urine. Her breath is coming in sobs, spasms of pleasure at long denied relief. And there is his face, his hands, down between her thighs. And the contractions of her bladder turn to spikes of pure pleasure. Just barely off the street, she has to muffle her cries.
The walk to the bus stop. The bus takes them back. Her hand in his pocket. Damp silk is balled in his fist, straying to brush between her legs from behind as she walks. Urgently through the front door, and rolling on the carpet. Clothes strewn with abandon, rug burns to be discovered later in the shower. |
Taking place within the events of the first Resident Evil (the remake). Things are altered a little in that Jill ends up encountering Rebecca and neither have had a good pee all day...
Jill stared at it. The exposed brain, the rancid and rotting flesh, and the pool of pungent blood that expanded from underneath it. Despite taking five bullets, it still twitched as if trying as hard as it could to come back to life. It was the sixth one she had seen during the entire fear-filled evening at the Arklay Mansion but she still could not fathom the fact the creatures she had been putting down were zombies. She reached for the fuel canteen in her left front pouch, poured what remained over the body, then took the old lighter she found and ignited it. The putrid flesh turned to ash in an instant, and Jill backed away before it attracted more of the undead.
Jill kept taking steps backward, still in disbelief, when the familiar sound of a starving moan echoed through the hallway. Without thinking, Jill drew her S.T.A.R.S. handgun and pointed the barrel down the hall. Walking toward her already was another zombie. A little overweight, with a rather bushy mustache, but still had the same dead eyes and gaping mouth as its brethren. It raised its arms, poised to grab its prey, mindlessly shambling toward her. Jill couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.
“Get a hold of yourself!” she quietly said. Her aim steadied and she pulled the trigger of her gun. The bullet hit the corpse in the shoulder, but it continued on toward her, unfazed. Jill fired again, this time hitting it in the knee. The zombie stumbled, but regained its balance and came closer. Jill quickly fired three more bullets into the creature until finally the sixth one made it fall to the floor. Relieved that the encounter was over, she finally exhaled and panted heavily.
Rest waits for no woman, however. It wasn’t long at all before she heard yet more moaning down the hall, but this time, it was followed by gunfire. Jill heard four shots fire and then nothing. Two seconds later, a frightened wail sounded. On instinct, Jill sprinted down the hall and kicked the door open. A young woman with short brown hair and a medic uniform was backed against the wall with a zombie just inches away from her. Jill drew her gun again took aim and with one shot, the zombie’s head burst into a flurry of flesh, blood and brains. The body collapsed onto the floor like a wooden beam, and had none of the odd twitching that the other zombies had. “Are you all right?” Jill asked the woman.
“Y-yes... thank you...” she said, still quivering. “M-my gun was empty and... and I didn’t know what to do...”
“You’re fine now.” Jill assured her. “What’s your name?”
“Rebecca Chambers. S.T.A.R.S Bravo team.”
“I’m Jill Valentine, S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. We were sent to find you. Who else is alive?”
Rebecca’s gaze fell to the floor. “Not many. Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey Forest Speyer and... Richard Aiken. All dead.”
“Captain Marini?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him at all.”
Jill paused. In the few short days they had been here, Bravo team had been almost completely wiped out. After watching Joseph Frost get torn apart by those dogs, she hoped... somehow... Chris, Barry, Captain Wesker... she hoped they were all okay.
“Well you’d better stick with me then. Here.” Jill threw Rebecca and extra magazine for her handgun. Rebecca picked up her gun and loaded the magazine into it, and gave Jill a quick nod.
“I’m ready.”
Jill returned the nod, and the two women carried on prepared to take on the mansion’s undead guardians. They took about five steps when Jill stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Rebecca asked.
“Nothing. Let’s keep moving.” Jill answered. It would be nothing, but in truth, Jill had been needing to pee ever since she stepped foot in this mansion, which was about two hours ago.
The next room was the last one that required that weird key from earlier. Jill discarded it to free up some room for more items she’s likely find along the way. The room was like a bar of some kind. It had a tile floor, black and white, and the place was littered with empty bottles and glasses. Jill also noted the grand piano placed in the center of the room.
“Jill! Over here!” Rebecca shouted. Jill ran over to where she was to see a small table with four handgun magazines, a first-aid spray, and a note:
Jill,
I’ve left a few supplies here for you. I imagine that you’ve been running into the same problems that I have so I thought you might need these. There’s something in this room vital to solving the puzzle that is this mansion but I couldn’t locate it before I was chased out. I’m going to continue looking for a way out. Stay alert.
-Wesker
Jill heaved a sigh of relief. At least the captain was okay. They each took two magazines and Rebecca took the spray.
“The note said that there was something here in this room that was important. Where would it be?” Rebecca asked.
“Huh? What?” Jill was a little focused on the problem that was a filled bladder. the pressure she felt had nearly doubled since she found Chambers. She turned away from Rebecca’s view and tightened her legs a bit. “Yeah there must be something. Keep looking around.”
“Wait, what about the piano?”
Jill looked at the piano and the music score on top of it. “Moonlight Sonata. First Movement.” A rather dark piece but fitting for the situation.
“Can you play it?” Rebecca asked her.
“Maybe...” Jill stood in front of the piano and positioned her fingers. “C sharp minor, huh?” Jill began playing the opening melody of the song. Challenging... with some unusual timing in that melody, but she kept with it until she felt a small bit of fluid warm the crotch of her pants and messed up on one of the chords.
“What was that?” Rebecca chuckled.
“Ah... it’s a difficult key to work with. Yeah...” Jill refocused, and completed the movement from start to finish. Upon the final chord, to the right of her, the wall shifted, then a cloud of dust kicked up. As the brown mist settled, Jill and Rebecca no longer saw a wall, but a nook with an odd statue in it. Inside of the statue was a gold emblem similar to the one Jill found a while back. “I know just where this goes...” Jill said.
Jill placed the emblem above the fire place of the dining room and the clock shifted like the wall had. Inside the clock, was yet another key. “Great. Now I can go lost again.” Jill muttered.
“You’d think a place like this would have some bathrooms in it.” Rebecca mentioned. Jill looked over at the younger woman who was visibly holding herself. “I haven’t gone since this morning so I could really use one about now.”
“Yeah... me too...” Upon close inspection of Rebecca’s pants, Jill could see a small wet spot on her crotch. She wasn’t joking.
“I am really close to peeing myself so do you think we could look around for one?”
“I suppose...” Jill answered trying to hide how desperate she actually was. They exited the dining room, went through the main hall and traveled through the east wing in search of their salvation. The door ahead of them was the one. Jill was fairly certain that was a bathroom. She was just reaching for the knob when she heard glass shatter. The scampering of an animal’s feet traveled the halls. Getting closer. Closer. Jill couldn’t tell if the moisture in her pants was sweat or urine, but it didn’t matter. She drew her gun, and began to retreat down the hall. Jill was about to head back into the main hall, as a half-rotted dog jumped out at them. Jill got off three shots just as the dog leapt into the air. The first on went straight through the wall, missing the animal completely, but the following shots all connected with the body. The dog’s leap was cut short, and as it tried to rise, Jill popped one more into the creature’s head. She hesitatingly looked down at her pants. The wet areas were in tiny drops all over, and she made another sigh of relief. It was only sweat. Which only served to remind her of how badly she still needed to go. Rebecca, on the other hand, was in worse shape.
“That was too much for me, Jill! I’m sorry, but I almost lost it there!”
“What are you talking-” Jill stopped in mid-sentence as Rebecca pulled her pants and a pair of white panties down to about her knees. She turned, faced the wall and squatted down. Before Jill could protest, she heard the pitter-patter of a stream of fluid spraying the wooden wall. A dark puddle began to form under Rebecca’s crouched form, quickly expanding and hugging the edges of the rug in the center of the hall, and the aroma of fresh urine began to overcome the aroma of rotting dog flesh.
“I’m sorry... I just really didn’t want to pee in my pants.” Rebecca whined.
From Rebecca’s side, Jill could see the pale yellow stream leaving her body. The look of complete relief and relaxation on the young woman’s face which caused Jill to unwittingly release another spurt into her own pants. This one was visible.
Rebecca looked over at Jill’s pants and grinned. “I see you’re having similar problems.” Jill looked down at her pants and put her hands over herself.
After a good minute and a half, the stream from Rebecca’s body died down to a few drops, then nothing. She stood up and pulled her pants back up. She looked down at her boots which were all soaked at the bottom after standing in her own puddle, which Jill could see filled the a good half of the hall. “Well, I’m afraid I have a bit of shame. I gonna use the bathroom.” Jill said.
“Sorry... I just couldn’t wait anymore.”
On the verge of collapse, Jill now held her crotch as she tried to open the door to the bathroom, not caring whether Rebecca saw or not. As the door swung open, there on the floor was a zombie with a few bullet holes inside of him. Chris or Wesker might have already been here. The zombie, however, was an odd red color, and it’s hands had turned into large claws. Jill hadn’t seen that before, but right now she didn’t care. She tried to step over the body when it suddenly hissed and grabbed her ankle. Jill screamed and tried to shake free, but this zombie was much stronger than anything she had encountered so far. She took on of the small daggers from her belt and jammed it into the neck of the crimson fiend. It let go of her in order to address the problem of a blade inside of its neck, pulled it out and went for her again. Jill caught the creatures arms and was trying to resist, but it was winning, that flesh-hungry mouth drawing ever closer. She shut her eyes, felt her heart pounding inside of her chest, her skin cold as ice as the tiny hairs stood up. Jill was breathing so rapidly, she might pass out before the zombie bit her. Jill then opened her eyes, as she felt a gush of warm liquid begin to fill her panties, then flow down her legs and soak the inside of her pants. Jill could even feel it seeping into her boots.
Oh God... did he get me? Am I bleeding?
Rebecca rushed in and gave the crimson-headed zombie a swift kick to its body, knocking it off balance. She then drew her gun and fired right at it’s head, which exploded into a million bits of flesh.
Jill was still breathing heavily and quickly from the frightening experience. She slowly slid down the wall and sat down in her own puddle, terrified and confused. A zombie that could come back from the dead? Mutate? She couldn’t get the image of its flushed, hungry and angry face from her mind.
“Umm... Jill?”
Jill looked up at Rebecca. “Is it dead?”
“Yeah but... you have a problem.”
Free of her fear, she looked down to see the large puddle she had left on the floor, which clearly was not blood, but her own urine. Jill placed her hand over her eyes. She was pretty sure that her own face was more red than that zombie’s right now. |
So here it is. The conclusion to the story of The Mansion Accident. I hope everyone has enjoyed the story, I know I've had fun writing it. So, here it is.
Jill continued forward through the facility, her revolver clenched firmly in her hands. So many different kinds of cries, howls, moans and roars echoed through the entire lab. The lights flickered, a wire sparked. The sound of an automatic door could be heard beating against something organic. Jill took her beret off and wiped her forehead. Odd clicks and taps were now sounding.
Wait... that sounds close.
Jill readied her weapon again and hugged the wall. She peeked around the corner, where a large insectoid creature stumbled in her direction. It soon began making sniffing noises. Jill’s eyes went wide, and she looked down at her slightly stained pants. Oh no! He smells me! The creature broke into intense pursuit, eager to locate the source of that smell. Jill wasted no time in waiting for it to come to her though. She dived from her cover, and pointed the barrel of her weapon in the creature’s direction. Three shots rang, three splashes of black insect blood flew through the air. Jill tried to fire again, but the cylinder was empty. She looked up at the creature. It struggled after its prey, but its body wasn’t allowing it to move. The giant bug gurgled, buzzed, then crashed to the ground. Jill wasted no time, though. She opened the cylinder, let the empty casings fall to the ground, and put in six fresh cartridges. Jill quickly moved into a nearby room and hid under a desk. The heavy footfalls of several of those “hunters” passed through the halls, most likely searching for the source of those gun shots. When the footsteps faded, Jill poked her head out. The feelings in her lower body were becoming ever more demanding. Her bladder called out, saying that it was time. Jill clenched her teeth and began pressing herself down there.
“Wait, what’s this?”
She looked through some papers on the desk. It was all status updates and reports about the various project that were going on. Jill’s brow furrowed as she read the implementation of some of these experiments.
“Jill!” A familiar voice called.
“Chris!”
“What’s going on?”
Jill showed Chris the papers. “Look at this! They’ve been using human test subjects for these experiments! Have you seen those reptile and insect... things?”
“Yeah.”
“They were the result of DNA from those animals being implanted into living embryos!”
Chris’ eyes widened. “You don’t mean...”
“They put this crap into pregnant women, and killed them after the birth!”
“Oh God...” Chris’ surprise quickly turned to anger. “Whose responsible for this!?” He grabbed the paper from Jill’s hand, his eyes scanning the document at lightning speeds. He then struck the bottom corner of the paper with his finger.
Jill looked at where Chris pointed, the octagonal shape filled with two white areas and two red marked who these scientists worked for. “That pharmaceutical company, Umbrella.”
“Jill, I think someone’s working against us here. I found captain Enrico and I he was telling me that there was a traitor among Alpha team. But before he could tell me, he was shot.”
Jill paused, then swallowed. “I think I know who it is.”
“Sorry, Jill...”
Jill looked over at the door to see Barry Burton aiming his gun at her and Chris. “Barry... you led me to that hunter on purpose, didn’t you? Why!?”
“To protect my family. Please just come with me.”
Barry led Chris and Jill further down the hall. Several more zombies and hunter lay dead on the ground. They eventually came to a large door. “Step in, please.” Chris and Jill went in. The room had lab equipment far more advanced than what had been seen so far, including a lot of restraining devices. In the center of the room though, was a single large specimen tube with a giant, pale humanoid creature. Jill felt her urinary muscles begin to waver again. The creature was truly a horror to behold. It’s left arm was horribly deformed, looking like a giant claw now, and it’s heart was exposed. At its control terminal, though, was yet another familiar face.
“Captain Wesker?” Jill asked in dismay. “What... how!?”
“I’ve been seeing just how well exactly real combat trained professionals such as yourselves would fare against our B.O.Ws.
“‘Our’?!” Chris yelled.
“Yes, Chris. I truly work for Umbrella. And this was our plan. To see just how well our new toys could fight.” Wesker grinned. “This is our finest, and most strongest. Named after the virus that gave it birth, the Tyrant.”
“And Barry?” Jill asked.
“Barry was the instrument of my success. I used him to help destroy evidence of mine and Umbrella’s involvement, but I hadn’t counted on there being survivors from Bravo team. Captain Enrico knew too much, you see.”
“You killed Enrico!?” Chris growled.
“Yes Chris, as surely as I killed Forest, Richard, Kenneth, Joseph and Rebecca!” Wesker taunted.
“You bastard... That girl had a whole future ahead of her!” Jill cried.
“Barry was necessary, though his family was never truly in any danger.”
“What!?” Barry yelled.
Wesker laughed loudly. “Umbrella couldn’t care less about the status of you family, Burton. But it was necessary for you to do my bidding.”
Jill looked over at Barry. She had never seen that sweet, loving man so angry. His brow ever bent inward, his teeth barred like one of those dogs, his fists clenched like an iron vice, she could swear he was going to shatter his own gun.
“I’ve programmed the Tyrant to eliminate all remaining S.T.A.R.S members, so even Brad won’t escape this, the craven coward.” The white monstrosity began to stir within its prison. “You all have may be ten seconds to-”
Bang!
A gunshot fired from behind Jill, and another spurt of urine spilled into her panties. She casually looked down, but this one didn’t show up any more than the other one. Barry held his gun up, the muzzle smoking.
“Uh... ungh... gaa...” Wesker clenched the left side of his chest as blood poured out of the wound. He fell on top of the console, struggling to stay upright. “It doesn’t matter... you’re all dead!” He hit a button, and the Tyrant snapped awake. The creature smashed through the glass, and ineffable fluid spilled all over the floor. “This is the end for you all!” Wesker laughed. Much to Jill’s surprise though, the Tyrant turned toward its supposed master, and impaled him directly through the abdomen, then flung him across the room. Albert Wesker was dead before he even hit the wall.
“Jill...” Chris started. The Tyrant turned toward him and Jill then charged. Jill searched for her gun frantically, finding only her hip. Her blood pressure shot up, and she began to hyper-ventilate. In the heat of the moment, Jill almost failed to feel the hot liquid running down her pants. The white fabric began to become dark, and from her crotch came a very visible yellow stream. Jill fell backwards into the puddle of fluid from the Tyrant’s previous home to try and hide her shame. Chris and Barry were too engaged with their enemy to notice though. She couldn’t stop it, pee continued to shoot from her body, and the pale green fluid was beginning to change color. Jill tried and tried to stop the flow, but the simple fact was that her body wanted the relief and wouldn’t comply with her brain. For almost a full thirty seconds, Jill continued to pee all over her pants. When she finally emptied the last of her bladder, she deliberately rolled around in the fluid from the specimen tube for a while. Her pants were completely soaked, but at least nobody would know from what.
“Jill! Help!” Chris fired his last shell into the Tyrant’s exposed heart, but for such a sensitive-looking organ, it was surprisingly durable. It knocked Chris’ shotgun away and grabbed him around the neck with its more normal looking hand. “Jill...”
“Chris! No!” Jill finally found her revolver in her belt, drew it, and fired all six rounds into the creatures arm. Against the fifty caliber rounds, even the Tyrant could not protect itself. A huge gash was left where Jill had fired. Barry emptied the last of his ammo into the Tyrant’s heart, and the creature finally released Chris and stumbled backward, dazed by the onslaught of massive bullets.
“Come on! Let’s get out of here!” Barry cried. The three ran out of the room at top speed. A few zombies that had heard the commotion tried to grab the feeling three. Jill and Chris drew their 9mm guns and took them out quickly, two head shots each. Chris was the startled as his radio began to crackle to life.
“...anyone there? ........ Brad Vickers.... I....... need evac. I repeat, does anyone copy? Do you need evac? Captain, Chris, Barry, anyone?”
Chris grabbed the radio. “Brad, this is Chris! We need evac pronto! Meet us at the back of the mansion! There’s a helipad there!
“Roger!”
A female voice then piped up on the radio. “Chris? Jill? Are you still there?”
“Rebecca!? You’re alive!” Chris exclaimed.
“Yeah. Listen, Captain Wesker is-”
“We know. He got killed by a B.O.W. though. Did you catch out transmission to Brad?”
“Yes. I’m activating the facility self-destruct. It’s the only way to end this nightmare.”
Chris hesitated. “...Agreed. Meet us at the helipad after you’re done.”
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Chris, Jill, Barry, and Rebecca ran as fast as they could. The door with the exit sign coming up fast. The color green had never looked so beautiful. Chris burst through the door, Brad was hovering in his chopper just above the helipad. Chris and Jill waved him down, but Brad still wouldn’t land.
“Behind you!” He shouted.
The Tyrant quickly burst through the door knocking everyone down like bowling pins.
“He doesn’t give up!” growled Barry. Out of his .40 rounds, he drew his own 9mm gun and tried to slow the thing down. Everyone fired, doing their best to eliminate the monster, but it simply shrugged off everything the threw at it. Jill moved back to the helipad center, and soon her gun clicked, and the slide stopped as her last bullet struck the flesh of the pale creature.
“Jill!” Brad was hanging out of the chopper’s side, and holding... a rocket launcher. “Take this!” He tossed down the weapon, Jill catching it in her arms. As quickly as she could move, she positioned the launcher, aimed it squarely at the Tyrants heart.
“Chris, move!” She yelled. Seeing the weapon of destruction aimed his direction, Chris quickly jumped out of the Tyrant’s path. A clear shot providing itself, “Go to hell, you son of a bitch!” She squeezed the trigger, and the rocket fired. A trail of white exhaust behind it, the brown war head traveled the short distance and exploded in the Tyrant’s heart. When the smoke cleared, the creature didn’t even have an upper torso anymore.
Jill waved Brad down, and as he landed, a large explosion erupted from the ground.
“Time to go!” Chris yelled. Everyone boarded the chopper, and flew off from the exploding mansion. It was over. Everyone sighed in relief. They knew the evil had passed, and the nightmare was finished. “Nicely done, Jill.” Chris patted her on the shoulder.
Jill just smiled, then closed her eyes and laid her head on Chris’ shoulder. She let her entire body relax, and felt just the slightest spurt of warmth leak out onto the chopper seat. Jill blushed, but ultimately didn’t care at this point.
Well that's it. Thanks very much for reading everyone! I'm gonna start brainstorming for a possible Resident Evil 2: The Raccoon City Accident. Please tell me what you'd like to see.
Characters will likely be: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin (a loli, basically), Ada Wong, HUNK, William Birkin. |
A few points before I start:
A. This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story... ever. In fact, this is my first real post on this website, aside from an introduction. So, tell me (nicely, please) anything I'm doing wrong or any faux pas on my part.
B. I thought I'd start with something that's stuck with me from real life, and thus might not be entirely fitting for "fanfic." Let me know if it needs to be moved. This is really based on something that was told to me in passing by a friend. Names have been changed, of course. But, I thought I might base my first attempt on something that hits home for me. Additionally, I've never done cross country running (or really much physical activity...), which is the setting for the story, so if any of you are runners, I apologize for my inevitable ignorance.
Sydney jostled among a fellow hundred runners to her place at the starting arc. There were butterflies in her stomach - she was always nervous before a race. She fidgeted and tapped her feet. Someone tapped on her shoulder. It was Ellen in the lane next to hers - Ellen was her best friend and a fellow senior on their high school varsity cross country team.
Sydney looked jealously at Ellen's curves. They joked they were twins - they had the same humor, they had the same wavy-curly brown hair, the same grey-blue eyes. However, Ellen was definitely the more well-endowed above and below - Sydney was, though toned and very in shape, a stick.
Ellen smiled at Sydney reassuringly, then asked, "You remembered to pee beforehand?"
Sydney stopped cold. She hadn't remembered, and the reminder made her realize that her bladder was rather full. Not desperate full, but fuller than she would like before a race. Ellen understood that face at once. "Hey, no worries, like a third of the people here will pee their pants before the race is done."
Sydney shook her head. Nervousness and her bladder did not get along. Sydney peed before every race, because no matter how empty her bladder, she would always have a little left over right before the race began. As the gun went off at every race, she would have a spurt in her underwear. Usually, it would just be an unseen damp spot on her panties, invisible under the relatively loose blue running shorts that went with the blue-and-white running tank top. In her current state, though... She looked back at the port-o-potties. Everyone was already in position and the official with the gun was already getting ready to start the race. She would not have time.
The beginning of the race was the worst time for this. The course was long and wooded - any of the girls peeing themselves of peeing behind a bush partway through the race was no big deal, they all knew a girl's gotta to do what a girl's gotta do. Out here, though, in the open... in front of the crowd... and the boys' cross country team especially...
Sydney's eyes wandered over to Troy, who was cheering them on. Without his shirt on, either, showing off his six-pack. In fact... was Troy looking straight at her? Ellen burst Sydney's reverie. "Hey, looking at boys again? The race is about to start!"
"Sorry... just keeping my mind off my bladder..."
Sydney had peed her pants in front of Ellen multiple times... and sometimes it was returned. She could be totally open about her weak bladder to her. In front of Troy, though, was another matter.
The official raised his gun. Sydney shivered in nervousness... then the uncontrollable spurt she was so used to. She thought of her panties - purple bikini briefs for running. They were designed to move moisture away, not contain them - not much more was going to be held in.
BANG. The gun went off. Another spurt streamed into Sydney's panties as she took off. This time one bead rolled down her left leg, her shorts absorbing nothing. The panic of peeing while literally in physical contact to four other people only increased her nervousness, and with every step another spurt shot out. Her panties and shorts did a dismal job in absorbing it, and rivulets went down the inside of her left leg, then right. She looked down at her legs - the streams were visible, though her shorts, by virtue of not absorbing anything, had no stain.
The runners began to spread apart as they approached the woods, but not before Sydney passed within a couple of feet of Troy, still spurting. Troy shouted, "Go, Sydney!" He suddenly stopped and a look of surprise replaced his cheering. Sydney noticed him look down at her legs and her face burned red with embarrassment. She took off, running faster to escape the situation - the spurts were replaced by a continous stream, now falling straight down in addition to rolling down her legs. She felt like she could almost hear the pee hit the ground and smell the acrid urine.
30 seconds after that and she held in the rest of her pee, her nervousness over, replaced with embarrassment as the race began in earnest. None of the other girls batted an eye at her or made a comment, fortunately, most of them having been in her position before. The pee going down her shorts between her legs left a slightly darker patch in the shorts, barely visible from behind and in front. Her panties felt warm and uncomfortably wet, rubbing her in strange ways as she ran. Her legs were absolutely drenched, along with her socks and running shoes, which squished with every step.
Ellen caught up to her as they entered the woods and anonymity. "I see you took care of your bladder situation."
Sydney's ears turned pink again. "I think Troy saw..."
"Don't worry about that, the guys on cross country all whip it out in the middle of races and pee all the time."
"Yeah, but..."
Clarity dawned on Ellen. "Oooh... you interested in him?"
Sydney turned pink again and didn't answer. Ellen saw Sydney's shame and said, "I know what'll make you feel better. I didn't get a chance to go before the race either."
Sydney turned to Ellen in time to see a full-force stream shoot down Ellen's shorts. The insides of her legs were wet as well, but Ellen peed hard to ensure pee would mostly end up on the ground rather than in her shoes. The constant running motion helped, though it led to flicks of pee flying off and hitting Sydney's legs. The strong stream made a hissing sound, pattering on the fallen leaves and dirt. The pee left a trail in the dirt and a somewhat visible darker blue stain in her shorts It was like a golf-sized semi-circle up front and baseball sized in the back. Ellen sighed. "That feels better." She followed up, "I hope I didn't get any pee on you."
Sydney grinned. "You did, but I can return the favor." Sydney let out what was left in her bladder, lasting for about fifteen seconds as her shorts were re-soaked and panties were warmed up. The warmth of the pee on her legs actually felt kind of good in the cool fall day, though it quickly felt cold instead. "Thanks for making me feel better."
Ellen shrugged. "No problem. Here's to nylon and spandex for no chafing!"
Four miles later, they finished the race. Sydney had her worst time because she hung back with Ellen, who was generally slower, but she didn't mind - it wasn't an important meet. As she went to grab a bottle of water, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see Troy handing her a bottle. "Good race."
Sydney tried to act calm. "Nah, it was my worst time. Just a warmup for the later meets."
Troy responded, "Or were you distracted by something else?"
Sydney turned bright pink. Troy winked. "No worries... that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Sydney's heart leapt to her throat. Was she hearing this correctly? Without thinking, she blurted, "Want to see it again?"
Troy's mouth dropped. Sydney was ready to run away and curl up. She couldn't believe she said that to him. Troy quickly recomposed himself, though, and took her hand. "Most definitely."
They walked nonchalantly to the woods as Sydney let a stream loose through her shorts. Her panties, long since dried, were re-soaked, her legs warmed, her blue shorts ineffective at stopping the pee. Troy stared at her legs the whole time. As they vanished from view from everyone else, Sydney couldn't help but notice that sweatpants did a very poor job in hiding erections... |
My third splinching story, it may also be my last one I'm not sure. I've been having ideas about other stories involving the Harry Potter girls, but not for splinching. In any case enjoy!
“Oh my, of all the days to be followed by Wrackspurts” Luna Lovegood said as she walked through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, her pale skin and blonde hair shining as she walked, and she was sporting a knee length yellow sundress with a striped green and yellow bra and white panties. It was the summer after she and the rest of Harry Potter’s friends had put an end to Voldemort’s reign forever, and Diagon Alley was showing signs of recovery. Luna’s friend Ginny had invited her and others for a stay at The Burrow and Luna thought having nothing better to do she would go, but she was in no rush, and was content to browse all the lovely items she passed in her favorite area of Diagon Alley. She was wearing her Spectrespecs and was drawing the attention of everyone in the area as she passed by the shops, occasionally stopping to smell a strange flower or eat a free sample of a new candy. Eventually, she sat down at a café and got a large drink to cool off in the summer heat, occasionally batting at the Wrackspurts flitting by her. She opened up her favorite magazine The Quibbler and began to read, not aware of the time at all. After several fizzy drinks she looked at her watch, realizing she should have been at The Burrow a half an hour ago. “Oh my, well I better be off” she said getting up and leaving money on the table. Luna had passed her Apparition exams mid-way through last year’s term and she was fairly confident in her ability to do so, but with the Wrackspurts bothering her she thought she’d walk for a while before travelling. As she walked she felt her bladder give a twinge, all the liquid she had before was rushing through her, but she wasn’t worried, she never really gave much thought to her bladder at any time, much to her friend Ginny’s displeasure, occasionally Luna would go rushing to the bathroom having waited much too long. She continued to bat her invisible assailants away from her, and then decided that she would be good to apparate now. She stopped and took out her wand, suppressing another slightly more noticeable urge to pee as she did. She batted away at what seemed like a swarm of Wrackspurts before she attempted to focus her mind. Despite having passed her tests, she always had trouble with this part owing to her casual, day-dreamy nature. She gave a graceful turn thinking of the Burrow…and Ginny…and fizzy drinks…and Wrackspurts. She felt a familiar pull and squeezing sensation as she Apparated. In a moment Luna was blinded by bright sunlight only hidden by the large, crooked home of The Weasley family. She started to walk forward, but only managed about a step and a half before she felt a tug at both her shoulders, and she looked at her arms, or at least, where they should have been. “Oh dear” Luna said realizing what had happened; she had splinched her arms right at the shoulder. “Well this is troublesome, my wand must still be in Diagon Alley, along with both my arms” she tried to pull herself out of her mess, but she realized how hopeless it was considering it wasn’t her first splinching, although it was her first time splinching both her arms. As Luna looked at The Burrow, having apparated just down the road and barely out of shouting distance to anyone outside, she felt her bladder give another twinge, indicating that it was now working harder than ever to fill itself up. “Hmm, I wonder how I can get out of this, maybe someone will come outside and see me, hopefully soon, it’s rather hot” She said calmly to herself. She stared at The Burrow, waiting and somewhat wishing she could scratch her nose, but no one seemed to be walking outside, she expected they’d be in the back. She slouched a bit, feeling not unlike someone bound to an invisible wall, and pressed her legs together slightly as she felt another growing urge to pee. “I wonder if the ministry knows I’ve splinched myself, I’d really like to move around” she thought to herself, wiggling around trying to stave off the urge to go and being unable to hold herself in any way. Almost a half an hour passed with Luna standing on the lonely dirt road, in the hot sun, and a growing urge to urinate and no means of relieving it. Suddenly she saw a small dark shape enter the sky from behind The Burrow, apparently one of the party-goers had gotten on a broom to help decorate the outside of the house. “Hello, I’m over here” Luna called but not nearly loud enough to be heard. She was about to call again when a breeze picked up, lifting her dress just about to her stomach and exposing her white panties. She tried to straighten it out, but without hands she just had to press her thighs together and wait for the breeze to die down. However, the cool air rushing through her private area heightened her need to pee again, and she leaned forward as best as she could to hold back a trickle of pee that threatened to leak out into her exposed underwear. About this time normally, Luna would have gotten up and rushed to go pee, regardless of her distractions, and she had rarely ever been more desperate than she was at this moment. What was worse is that she couldn’t even hold herself, only press her legs together and bend over slightly as the breeze died down and her dress returned to its proper position. She urged herself to lean forward more, trying to stifle the urge but only succeeded in making her Spectrespecs fall of her nose and clatter to the ground. “Oh I hope they haven’t broken” She said a little more emotionally than her usual tone. The urge was going from occasional strong pressure to a constant pain and she didn’t know how long she could last at this rate. Another few minutes passed with Luna bouncing up and down, trying to lessen her urge to pee without the aid of her hands. “ I suppose those fizzy drinks before were a mistake” she said through slightly gritted teeth as another urge made its way through her urethra, she tightened her muscles and felt them quiver as the urge overpowered her and a bit of pee leaked into her white panties, causing her to gasp. “Can anyone hear me, I need help” she yelled, louder than she could ever remember herself yelling, but she saw no sign of rescue. Another urge forced a bit more pee to leak into her panties, and she knew she had minutes at most before she flooded herself. She was hoping, begging for someone to come out front and see her, and hopefully soon. She called out again but was forced to stop when another urge, stronger than ever surprised her and she barely had time to press her legs together before a trickle of urine escaped her, moistening her panties and moving slowly down her leg. After a few seconds she shut the gates and looked down at herself; the front of her dress had a small wet patch near the crotch, and when she shifted she felt her panties were very wet. She locked her knees together, determined to keep herself from wetting her panties, and called out again and again for someone to find her. Finally, after several minutes and a few more leaks into her panties, she saw someone walk outside, and look in her direction. “I’m over here!” she called, and the figure ran towards her. Only after it got closer did she see it was Ginny, running over to her, Luna was so relieved she almost lost control. “Oh my god, Luna what happened” Ginny said looking at Luna standing armless on the road. “I must have been distracted when Apparating and I splinched myself, could you please get help for me” Luna said calmly, but her voice quivered from the strain of keeping her bladder from bursting. “It happens to all of us at some point, I’ll be back soon” Ginny said going a bit red as she said it but turning and running back to The Burrow. Luna was saved; all she had to do was last a little while longer. This was going to be more difficult than she imagined no sooner had she said that did she feel another strong wave come over her, and she barely prevented a total flood by locking her knees and bending over again. She waited for the urge to lessen but it wasn’t, in fact it began to grow, pushing pee into her panties and down her leg. “Oh no, not now, I’m so close” She said seeing who she thought was Ginny open the door again and move towards her. Her muscles quivered with the strain, and though the urge wasn’t getting worse more pee was seeping into her wet panties. Finally, her muscles relaxed involuntarily, and Luna knew there was nothing she could do. Warm pee gushed into her white panties and because her knees were locked together, into her dress. It rushed like a waterfall out of her, she felt the creeping warmness move throughout her panties and reaching her butt, and down her legs into her shoes as a puddle began forming on the ground. She was frustrated that she couldn’t make it, but so relieved to be peeing that she relaxed completely and closed her eyes, letting the pee coat her legs and privates. “Oh no, Luna I’m too late” Ginny said as she reached her friend who was peeing herself in what seemed like ecstasy. “It’s alright Ginny, I’m just happy to have finally peed” Luna replied as the last trickle of urine exited her and dribbled onto the ground. “Well my dad’s contacted the ministry, they should be here soon and you’ll be fixed…and don’t worry accidents happen right” Ginny said trying to comfort Luna, but Luna never really needed comfort in situations like these. “Could you get my Spectrespecs for me Ginny, I’m afraid I may have peed on them” Luna said taking in the warm feeling around her privates and legs and warm pee clung to them… |
(Hello everyone this is david here, and i'd just like to say now that my schedule is clear me and rory can get back to work on our omorashi teamwork. Written by David, the-armored-toad.deviantart.com Proofread-ed by Rory, The-irish-clover.deviantart.com. Please rate and tell me what you think of it criticism wanted.)
It had not been long since Chibiterasu had lost his friend Kuni to the Exodus of Water from the Agata Forest from defeating Bullhead.
After a while of doing tasks and various other things in Southern Ryoshima Coast, he had gathered a lot of items to go with his rosary and eventually arrived to Sei’an City Commoners’ Quarters. Chibi looked around at the big area, the buildings seeming to have a dark feeling around them, and the city had a wall around it but the area Chibi was in had a torch sitting in the middle of town. People were wandering around doing their usual daily tasks. Chibi went around and did his usual tree blooming routine. The dead trees were now being turned into cherry blossoms. He walked by the playhouse, finding it odd since he didn’t know what it was, tilting his head. But he just ignored it and walked across the bridge that was over the water.
When Chibi crossed the bridge, he saw two red imps, both wearing origami cranes as hats and each one had a paddle and they appeared to be threatening a girl. Chibi growled at the sight and without hesitation, rushed over and entered a fight with the two red imps. After a short few power slashes and swings with Chibi’s Rosary, the red imps dropped demon bones and money.
After the fight, Chibi was panting after using up a lot of ink. “Hey, you!” he heard the girl call out for him. Chibi looked over at the girl in confusion. The girl was wearing a pink sleeveless kimono styled dress and a pair of black tights, and appeared to have a flower in her black hair with a string on it as well, and it had a few flower petals on it and a small pink ball on the end.
“If you’re going to save me, then get over here and do it!” the girl ordered, seeming mad that Chibi had taken so long. He tilted his head in confusion. “Were you scared? Is that why you hesitated?” the girl asked while starting to approach Chibi. “Hmm…? Those are some pretty gaudy markings you have there,” the girl stated, putting her hands on the side of his head and petting him. “…I guess the other dogs all pick on you for being different,” she said. Chibi barked in response while the girl had a hand on her hip. “No? Well good for you then. Now take me to the playhouse!” she ordered. Chibi tilted his head again.
Chibi was confused by the strange girl. “You’re not going to tell me you don’t know who I am, are you? Have you been living in a cave!?” she asked. Chibi just licked his paw, still acting unsure in response. The girl wasn’t too amused by this. “I’m Kagu, and I’m the most popular child actor in the land!” Kagu introduced herself, apparently being a child actress. She was glaring at him. “If I tell you to jump, you ask how high in mid-air!” Kagu said. Chibi sat down and yawned in response, still somewhat confused by her.
Though this seemed to only make Kagu madder as she stomped a foot on the ground angrily. “Oh no, don’t give me that look! Take me to the theater and I’ll give you some comp tickets,” she claimed, still annoyed by how he acted so far. “That’s a pretty sweet deal, right?” she asked with sparkles around her, though Chibi was lying on the ground next to asleep. “Come on! I overslept and father will kill me if I’m late!” Kagu shouted, remembering how she was in such a rush to get out. She had to skip going to the bathroom but she didn’t care so far. “Just let me hop on your back!” she ordered.
Chibi sighed and nodded. He went over, grabbed onto part of her kimono with his teeth and threw her in the air. She did a multiple flips while in the air before landing on his back and pulling out a fan in a pose. Afterwards she rubbed Chibi’s head. “Thanks! Now what was so hard about that? How about I give you a name as a reward? Let’s see… you’re a little dog, so I’ll call you pooch! Sound good?” Kagu said in glee, seeming a lot happier now that he agreed, though she suddenly felt a bit of pressure from her lower abdomen, her bladder starting to fill up from not going to the bathroom when she woke up, though the feeling subsided fast so she ignored it.
Chibi was just in shock at the name before dropping his head down in depression. “Okay, Pooch, take me to the playhouse!” she ordered. Chibi was about to do so, but suddenly she tugged on his ears stopping him. He yelped in irritation, looking up at Kagu who was rubbing his head. “Do you have anything to drink? I haven’t had anything at all since last night,” she claimed. Chibi was unsure about it, but he pulled out a Soul Sake for her.
Kagu took the Soul Sake and looked at it, thinking that it’d be fine, although she hadn’t even thought about her bladder or the fact she had skipped the bathroom in a hurry this morning. “Thanks Pooch,” she thanked him before to drinking it. She finished it moments later and threw the empty bottle away before sitting back down on his back. “Let’s go!” she ordered. Chibi barked and proceeded his way to the playhouse. The bumpy ride on his back was starting to shake her bladder, Kagu suddenly feeling the same pressure from her bladder. But again, she kept ignoring it until it went away again, thinking she could use a bathroom at the playhouse.
They wandered around a bit, multiple buildings appearing to be cursed but they didn’t mind them as they arrived to the playhouse. Kagu had a hand on her hip as usual, looking in shock. “What the heck is this?!” she asked in shock, seeing and noticing that the playhouse had a more demonic look to it now and had a sign put on it. “The playhouse is called purgatory now?!” Kagu screamed, trying to open the door, but to her annoyance it was locked. She groaned angrily, her knees bending slightly but she straightened back up since Chibi was right in front of her.
Kagu turned to him. “Listen up, Pooch! We’re going to use the rear entrance,” she explained. Chibi nodded with a bark, letting her climb on his back as they continued on. Kagu just hoped she would be able to relieve herself soon since the sake was now starting to catch up to her and fill her bladder even more. She was really starting to regret not using the bathroom when she woke up.
After a while, Chibi and Kagu had found their way to the rear entrance, but it was destroyed. Half of the door was missing and it was the part that had the knob on it. Kagu just groaned, wishing she could just grab herself to relieve some pressure, but she didn’t want to do that since she was a famous actress and didn’t want her reputation to get ruined. “If only we could fix it…” she said to Chibi. He barked, using his rejuvenation to trace in the broken part of the door, and suddenly black smoke appeared, repairing it instantly. “Hey… it’s been fixed by... something… well whatever, I need to speak with father immediately,” Kagu stated, but was planning to go quickly to the bathroom after she talked to her father.
They entered inside to see a room with part of the entrance floor being made out of stone, but the rest was made out of wood. There were a few pots against the wall, and a cabinet and few chairs nearby. “This is the green room, where the actors and stagehands relax. There are usually people all over the place, but today… something doesn’t feel right. We need to find everyone,” Kagu claimed.
Chibi barked and dashed off to do as she said, but tripped on the wooden floor, making her fall off. She got up from the rough landing. “Way to go, pooch! You know, I should--” her sentence was cut off when she suddenly felt a twinge of pain from her bladder. This time, she couldn’t resist. She quickly grabbed her crotch and crushed her thighs together. She was blushing bright red while fidgeting. Chibi got up and looked at her, noticing her fidgeting.
Chibi barked to get Kagu’s attention. She looked at Chibi with an unhappy look. “Pooch, right now I think you should just go take me to my father’s room and to the bathroom right away!!” she ordered in desperation, glad that no one else was around to see her in her state of embarrassment. Chibi nodded in obedience as he came over, letting Kagu climb on his back before he ran off. The bumpiness of the ride wasn’t helping her bladder. She had one hand on Chibi’s fur to hang on, and another hand was on her crotch, gripping it and sighing in a little relief since it took some of the pressure off, but she had a deep rose red blush when she felt a spurt of warm urine escape her and run into her panties. She just grabbed her crotch with her other hand, trying to hold it in the best she could.
They entered the hall, seeing nothing but an icy doorway and no one was around. Loads of tickets were scatted on the floor. Then there was a room that had red and blue pillows in it and a desk that appeared to have some writing on it as well. “This is my father’s room,” Kagu claimed, getting off Chibi while trying to keep in control her thighs, slightly getting closer together but she just wanted to keep her composure in case someone saw. She walked up to the desk and saw a letter there. “He’s the head of our troupe, and that makes him the boss,” Kagu explained while Chibi walked to beside her, knowing that her situation right now wasn’t good. Kagu looked around, not seeing anyone else in the room.
“You know I don’t see my mother around either…” Kagu claimed before looking at the letter and picking it up, reading it with no hesitation. “Dearest Kagu, there is nothing that can be done for the theatre. You must escape while you can,” the letter read. “This is father’s writing, but he’s mistaken. He should know I won’t run away just because he tells me to!” Kagu yelled before turning to Chibi. “Come on, Pooch! We need to find father!” she ordered. He barked in response, but as a result of her distraction, Kagu felt more urine escape her bladder and go into her panties. She quickly threw her hand down into her crotch, groaning in agony.
“B-but a bathroom first would be more preferable,” Kagu claimed, turning her back on Chibi and removing her hands to survey the damage if there was any. On her black tights, she saw a newly developed darker spot that was the size of a half dollar. She gulped nervously, covering the wet spot back up with her hands before climbing back on Chibi, hoping to find a bathroom fast. Chibi went right through the next door to continue on.
After doing a lot of tasks, Kagu had been holding it in for the next two hours and was starting to lose control. She was on Chibi’s back, gripping onto her crotch with both hands. She was unable to sit still, squirming and fidgeting over and over while blushing. She let out another longer spurt of warm urine, letting out another groan of agony. Chibi actually felt a little wet on his back. Kagu had tears in her eyes, trying to hold in her pee, but her bladder was full and unable to handle it anymore. Warm urine was teasing her urethra, wanting the one chance to escape. They soon arrived to a room with blue and red pillows in a circle.
Chibi let Kagu off of him. She was cringing as she stood there, her hands gripping her crotch so hard, it was actually starting to hurt a tad. She couldn’t stand still at all. Chibi was going to get her when he got the treasure chest in the middle of the room, but suddenly Kagu felt a twinge in her bladder but recognized the room. “Oh my god, I can’t hold it anymore!” she shrieked as she felt her bladder begin to escape her. She bolted past Chibi and to the door straight ahead. He just sighed hoping she will find a bathroom and thinking he would find her later.
Kagu rushed through the door, but found an imp with one of those megaphones, though Kagu couldn’t handle her bladder or control much longer. She was in the bathroom, but there was only one toilet which was a huge problem, and the fact that she was so close to a toilet made her need to go more. “How’s it feel to be trapped in a dirty, disgusting toilet?” the apparent toilet spirit asked. Apparently someone was locked up in the toilet. “Help! Let me out of here!” an actress screamed as the toilet spirit boomed in laughter.
“H-hey let her out!” Kagu demanded, standing in place with her thighs crushed together, somewhat hoping that she could use the bathroom as fast as possible, but the toilet spirit laughed. “You need to go? Fine!” it spat at her, shoving Kagu back and knocking her down. She growled in a peeved manner but suddenly felt a twinge from her bladder, grabbing her crotch as she produced more tears in her eye while shivering in place.
“N-no! I-It’s too much to hold!” Kagu began crying as the flood gates finally opened. A huge flow of urine shot out of her, soaking her panties and tights and pouring right onto the floor. The toilet spirit watched as Kagu was peeing. She was crying while falling onto her knees. The pool of golden liquid got bigger and bigger by the second. She just sniffled, and once she was done, she let out a fairly long moan of relief. She kept on to crying, standing back up and seeing a big, dark wet spot on her tights, and both of her legs were soaked along with her socks, and part of her kimono was wet as well. She felt ashamed, being the famous child actress having wet herself like this.
Suddenly the toilet spirit was sliced and it fell in half. Chibi went in, having power slashed the spirit, but he looked at Kagu in shock. The actress came out and bowed to them. “Umm… t-thank you, Lady Kagu… I’m sorry I was trapped in there. I-I can clean it up for you if you wish,” she apologized to her. Kagu just sniffed in embarrassment and shame before going into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. “I’m not coming out until I’m dry!” she cried. Chibi just sighed and looked down in shame, knowing this would take a long time for Kagu to recover from the incident as the actress began cleaning up the big pool of urine. |
this is my first story and I would like to get some help and feedback from you all.
I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen that day. I was lined up with my class mates waiting for my turn to use the restroom, when Mrs. Williams, the school principal, and a young professional looking woman walked to my teacher and began talking in hushed voices. I felt their eyes on me but kept my eyes fixed on the green carpeting at my feet.
I was 15 years old and had been held back a few years, yet lined up with my class mates you would never guess that I was so much older than them. In fact, despite the age difference, I was still one of the smallest in our grade.
The Principal, Mrs. Williams and a young professional looking woman approached me. Mrs. Williams asked if I would please come with them to her office. She assured me that I was not in trouble, but that they would like to talk to me.
As we walked the two of them talked incesently, asking me if I liked my teacher, if iIhad siblings, what my favorite color was. I find this behavior extremely irritating. I wonder why some people feel the need to fill every silent moment with worthless chatter. I have never found silence “awkward” nor “uncomfortable”, quite the contrary actually, I find silence beautiful, sacred even. I do not speak to anyone. I learned to speak when I was younger, but gave it up shortly thereafter. Occasionally I will wander off and whisper a word or phrase into my hands, just to know that I am sitll able to speak. Sometimes I think about standing up one day and saying something, but I can never decide on what it is that I would say. What could I possibly say that would be so important that I would shatter the Silence for it?
We walked into Mrs. Williams office and both women continue talking at me. They are talking faster now and the noise is constant. When one pauses to take a breath, the other immediately jumps in. Finding the commotion extremely uncomfortable, I retreat deeper within myself.
I had been living in a foster home for almost a year. My father drank a lot and had an unpredictable temper. Sometimes he would settle into his favorite chair with a bottle and nothing could rouse him.
Other times, even the most benign things would send him into a rage. He would transform in seconds. His face would flush crimson, his eyebrows would turn inward and the veins on his neck and forehead looked as if at any moment they could burst. His animal eyes, wild and bloodshot, would lock in on me, and I would become his prey. I would endure being beaten and raped by him, for I knew that soon enough the drink would once again wash over him, extinguishing all the strength he had left. He would collapse into a corner, or a doorway, or simply in a heap on the floor, and I would once again have my Silence. I always took a pride that no matter what he had done to me, it was always him, not I, who was left utterly defeated at the end of it all.
It was not due to his mistreatment of me that I wound up in foster care though. I was ony put into foster care after my father was court ordered to spend 3 months at an inpatient rehabilitation center, due to his habit of driving while intoxicated. I was then placed, temporarily, in foster care. However, once my father had completed his mandatory 3 months he decided, either due to convienience, guilt, fear, or remorse, to relinquish his parental rights and responsibilities completly.
I really diddn’t care what his reasons were, or even that he had given me away. It was ony the bedwetting that had become an issue. I had occasionally wet the bed at my fathers house, but he never seemed to notice or care about it. When I moved into the foster house it it started happening more often, and it did not go unnoticed. My foster mother was a nice person and I felt bad about being such a burden on her. I could tell sometimes that she was fed up with it all. I know she has a lot to take care of...
The urge to use the restroom pulls me out of my daydreaming and back to reality. Mrs. Williams and the younger woman, who calls herself Miss Julie, are still talking to me. It has been almost an hour since they took me from the bathroom line and the pressure in my bladder is getting to be too much. I squirm in my chair trying to find a good position to hold it back.
Mrs. Williams photocopies my school files and Miss Julie is continues talking to me. She stops talking and watches me squirm for a while. She opens her mouth to speak and I hope she is about to offer a restroom break but instead, she says, “its nothing that you did wrong, we just think you will be more comfortable in a different setting.”
Maybe I should have paid more attention. What was she talking about? We were obviously about to go somewhere, but where?
Mrs. Willams hands the photocopied file to Miss Julie who puts it into her bag. She then firmly takes my hand and we begin walking to the door. Becoming desperate, I yank my hand back and start sprinting towards the restroom. Miss Julie yells to the nearby gym teacher who intercepts, picks me up, and brings me to the van outside.
The gym teacher places me in the van. Miss Julie thanks the gym teacher for his help and then directs me to a car seat in the very back row. She explains that due to new safety regulations that sometiems even “big girls” have to sit in carseats. The term “big girl” amkes me cringe as Miss Julie buckels me in.
The worst thing about sitting in this seat is that my legs are forced apart by a big plastic buckel that clasps at the crotch. Miss Julie begins to drive and I hope that wherever we are going isn’t too far.
Not being able to close my legs completely puts me at a big disadvantage. A wave of pressure comes over my bladder and a small stream of the warm liquid spurts out into my underwear. I quickly stop it by pressing my crotch hard against the buckel and leaning into it with all my weight.
This strategy works well until the car hits a pothole and another stream of urine rushes into my pants. I push up even harder against the buckel to stop it, but the warm pee continues to soak my underwear. I feel it soak through my pants and into the seat, forming a little puddle around my bottom. Finally, I am able to stop the flow, but the damage has been done.
I try and think of a way to hide this from Miss Julie, but I soon realize that she is going to have to come in very close contact with my crotch just to let me out of the car seat.
There is nothing I can do at this point. I feel compeletly defeated. My bladder is still begging to be emptied and I decide to just let it go. I pull back from the Buckel and without any more prompting warm pee again floods my pants. I relax and feel it the puddle around my bottom and thighs grow and the slant of the car seat keeps it there.
It feels so nice to finally have the weight lifted from my bladder, but I’m anxious about how Miss Julie will react. I don’t particularly like her, but I want to please her at the same time.
We keep driving and the seat fabric has absorbed a good amount of my accident. I begin to sort of enjoy the wet squishy feeling when the van pulls into a parking lot and Miss Julie announces cheerfully, “We’re here!”
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I have hit a minor writing block in my Daughter of Vengeance story so to pass the time I am writing this short story I've had in mind for a while now. I hope you enjoy.
Natalie quickly tapped her foot as she gave herself a once over in the large mirror. She looked good, she decided. Skin tight denim covered her long luxurious legs, with pre-purchased rips showing off a decent amount of her silky skin along the thighs and one on the butt that revealed an entire cheek nearly, however that one was covered by a red plaid, pleaded mini-skirt. Cherry red toms hid her pedicured feet and royal blue toe nails. A form-fitting red tee showed off her slender abdomen and ample breasts. Her dirty blonde hair fell in slights curls behind her back a few inches beneath her shoulder. Turquoise mascara brought out the color of her beautiful cobalt, almond shaped eyes. Her cherry lipstick had a small sprinkle of glitter accenting it.
Deciding she liked her look she found something else to obsess with. Her most prized possession, her guitar. A candy apple red fender stratocaster solid body guitar. She awkwardly danced over to the stand across the dressing room. Her foot was tapping once again as she made sure it was in tune. Of course it was, she had already checked it twice. She strummed a few chords to pass the time but she became restless and set it down and moved back to a small mirror at the make-up counter. She doubted that was the name for it, but she was new to this. All of it. She had played guitar before, but a gig this big... in front of so many people. It was overwhelming.
She pushed aside several empty bottles that once contained water and a half empty cup of coffee. She began to apply a little extra make-up, without over doing it. Her legs bounced involuntarily beneath the counter and eventually she just sat up and hopped over to the couch where she flopped onto the cushions. She tried to lay still but even that was too much of a challenge and she was up and pacing the room. Occasionally she would stop and answer a text from a friend, but even then she squirmed in place.
Finally someone came to get her. "Hey, Ms. Evans, your band is up." A stage manager said peering his head in for a moment before disappearing.
"Opening up for Under the horizon... (Imaginary band) I can't believe I'm here." Natalie muttered to herself in utter disbelief as she slipped her faux diamond studded guitar strap and rushed towards the main stage. She found a stage worker near the entrance to the stage.
Over the sound of the roaring crowd she brought herself to admit something she had been in denial of. "Hey... I need to pee. Like really bad." Her face was bright red and she stared at her feet.
"It's just nerves. Trust me." The worker grinned. "Don't worry, you are a beautiful girl and talented guitarist. Just run right out on stage so you don't have a chance to feel paralyzed." He said and walked off.
Natalie wasn't quite sure how likely the prickle in her urethra was simply nerves was but she followed his advice. She took off in a run through the stage door and made for center stage. She was stunned at the size of the audience. The auditorium must have been the size of ten houses, probably bigger, The stage itself was quite large. It had room for a blue drum set Natalie's friend Christine sat behind. The singer, Isaiah, and his mic, the bassist, Ted, and the back-up guitarist, Luke and still much more room. Natalie instantly found her back-up mic and positioned herself in front of it as she glanced between her friends.
She quickly picked up on the fact that her urge was much more than nerves. She found herself hopping foot from foot, as she decided that an accident would easily be visible with the surprisingly good lighting. She bit her lips and positioned the bass of the guitar so that it covered her crotch and the neck was close to her chest. On cue she began strumming furiously. She constantly shifted weight as she played through the first song relatively well. The second song was more difficult and she found herself crossing her legs tightly. She bent her knees slightly and played through the song occasionally singing back-up in the proper spaces.
The third song was the beginning of the end. She found herself constantly bouncing up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she squirmed in place. She found herself missing notes by a fret, not bad enough to be noticeable to anyone other than an experienced musician, but it was still discouraging. She began kicking her legs back in what looked like awkward dancing. She froze and missed a few notes altogether as a spurt released itself into her red thong. She locker her legs together and re-began strumming out several notes on the guitar to correspond with the song. Thankfully she managed to make it through the song and the next song without wetting herself without losing the interest of the screaming audience.
Finally on the last song of the set list she felt euphoria rush through her body at the thought of finally being able to utilize a bathroom at the end of the song. Unfortunately the thought of using a toilet sent a wave of desperation and she strummed a very wrong cord. She doubled over and tried to shove the base of the guitar into her crotch. She felt urine leak out. She struggled to her feet as she stemmed the flow, but not before a large stain covered the crotch of her skirt and jeans. Thankfully it was just hidden by the guitar.
She started up playing again, a few members of the audience noted but they remained unphased and continued to cheer. Natalie played her heart out between trembles, near losses and awkward dancing. Three more spurts escaped her hold and leaked out down her legs, leaving a small stain visible to the crowd. She pretended like she didn't notice and continued playing the song. Finally it was over. She relaxed a little until she heard the scream of the crowd. "Encore! Encore! Encore!" The crowd cheered.
The stage manager green lit our encore and She found herself playing another song cover. she bit her lip as she shimmied in place. Near the end of the song she felt herself begin to lose control. She continued playing as a stream of urine began to cascade down her legs, soaking her shapely butt as a few streams drizzled out the holes. She kept her thighs together and ignored the growing wet patch across the front of her jeans. She struggled with her toes to kick off her shoes. She succeeded as the song ended. She released her hold on the guitar and it fell into a lazy position across her torso, revealing the little bit of her accident it hid.
Natalie slumped her shoulders as the hot pee began to pour down her legs full speed. She glanced back to see the large television screen focusing on the shot of her soaking herself. Tears brimmed in her eyes as the wet patch reached her ankles as a puddle began to expand beneath her. She fell to her knees in dismay, tossed her shoes away from the reach of her puddle and began to sob. Meanwhile the flow continued to escape her, unhindered. Streams of urine soaked the back of her legs, and rivulets ran down the sides of her legs as she felt a hand grab her. Her friend Christine led her off stage, escaping the sounds of a laughing crowd.
The inspiration for this came from when I was playing the exact same guitar in the story with rocksmith and went double encore while extremely desperate. (I just managed to make it to the bathroom, though nearly didn't after I ran into the cliche of having my buckle get stuck.) I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback below:D |
Note: This story contains mutual male and female desperation and wetting.
"Pretzels are glorious!"
I was sitting in the mall food court with my sister's friend Emily when she made the declaration, and I was, to put it mildly, less than sure about that. Nothing at the mall was open yet, not even the coffee shop, and I was trying to remember exactly how I got talked into getting out of a perfectly fine and warm bed to drive her to work.
Ah yes. My sister had divined that I had the hots for Emily. I also had a functional car, the day off, and had injudiciously mentioned that I was, maybe, going to the mall for a bit. You know. At a reasonable hour. When the sun was up and the stores were open.
The thing that clinched it was Emily mentioning maybe we could go shopping together after she got off work. Not that I wanted to go shopping with a girl, but it seemed a more than fair price for some quality time together getting dressed and undressed. It's not like I was hoping to *see* anything, but the idea of her trying on clothes seemed pretty intimate ... and one never knows where hanging out together might lead.
She did look like the cutest pretzel lady you've ever seen - a stretchy yellow blouse, short black skirt with chocolate brown tights, frilly yellow apron, heels and one of those fabric hats the evoke a sort of Germanic/Dutch feel without being authentic in any way. And she was bubbling over with enthusiasm - perhaps the effects of the coffee we'd picked up at 7-11.
We were deep in a discussion of the glory of pretzels, or the lack thereof, when she suddenly realized she was late for work. Our having arrived early. And sitting not 20 feet from the pretzel shop. She rushed off behind the counter somewhere, leaving me to skulk about the slowly wakening mall.
It turns out, if you thought there was nothing to do alone in a mall when it's open, there's *really* nothing to do in a mall when it's not. People-watching is reduced to following pods of ancient citizens who apparently belong to some sort of walking club, in the hope that one of them will have a sudden medical emergency. Window shopping is right out, as all the windows are dark. A spooky quiet pervades until they turn on the muzak.
I parked myself on a bench in front of an Express for a while - at least the lights in the windows were on. Plus, I figured there was always a chance to ogle some of the cute girls who work there as they arrived to open up. I began to imagine Emily wearing the display outfits - some really short skirts, tight jeans, low cut tops ... and the lingerie display. Oh yes.
There's only so long you can stare and daydream. I began to wonder if I should maybe go back and see how Emily was doing - plus I had to pee. Coffee working its way though. I had the momentary thought that the restrooms might be not be open yet, but of course they were. Standing facing the wall, as we so often do, I wondered if Emily needed to pee too. There's just something intimate about *knowing* a girl needs to go, knowing something so private about a person you're attracted to.
The food court was a little more bustling than when I had left. Some of the shops were open. Emily was standing out in front of the pretzel store with a tray of samples, looking perky as ever. She really was that stunning.
"Want a sample?" She was playing the part.
"Sure. I guess." I took one from the tray. They were pretty good, though short of glorious.
"I'm really not supposed to talk to friends..." she whispered.
"I was just stopping by to see how you were doing, that's all"
"Awwww... that's so nice of you!"
"So. How *are* you doing?" I deadpanned, hoping to get a laugh.
"Actually ... I really have to pee."
That was unexpected. Suddenly, my heart was in my throat. Something about the urgent way she whispered it ... the sudden shy confession, sharing an intimate detail about her most private sensations. I was shaking.
"Ummm..." { *Think of something to say, dammit* } "Do you get a break?"
"No! I'm only working three hours."
"Not even to pee?"
"No - my asshole boss won't let me."
"Oh." { *Shit, that was dumb.* } "I, um, gotta pee too."
"You do?"
{ *Fuck* That was *really* dumb. } "Um, yeah. Must be the coffee."
"Can you wait for me?"
"What?" { *WHAT?* }
"It would just ... help ... to know I'm not alone."
"Okay. Sure. I can ... um ... do that."
"Thanks - that's so sweet!" She seemed so happy about it.
My heart racing, I stumbled back into the mall. Talk about shared intimacy. I wanted to go back, to watch her standing there needing to pee in that short skirt, but I was feeling a little guilty and very light headed. So I walked, thinking.
My guilt lifted a little as it developed that I really did need the toilet again. I had not, after all, told her that I'd not been to the restroom, just that I needed to pee. And I *did* in fact need to pee again now. I could only imagine that Emily *really* had to go at this point. I went back to check up on her.
She was still out in front of the shop with a tray, as perky as ever, but looking more tense, uncomfortable to my now-informed gaze. Our eyes met and she gave a little grimace, raising and crossing her right knee in front of her. I made a face and bent forward - it *was* more comfortable that way. I felt full and had imagined she'd be frantic. Maybe she was just hiding it well.
"Sample?" She was just doing her job. With a big smile.
"When do you get off?"
"An hour. Can't talk." she was still whispering, nodding her head toward the counter, where an older Asian woman was glaring in our direction. "Gotta pee so bad!" she added.
"Me too. Can you hold it?"
"Don't know. Can't talk." The Asian woman glared harder. I took a sample and stumbled off again.
I really wanted to pee at this point. I had to consciously control my bladder, twisting my hips or surreptitiously grabbing myself through my pocket. Sitting down helped a bit, but the fact that I was sitting in front of the restrooms didn't. I imagined poor Emily, standing there with a tray in one hand, even more full than me, willing herself to hold it just a little longer and not show her need.
Sitting with an overfull bladder watching the stream of people going into the restrooms, I began to bargain with myself. Emily would never know. I could just go in and let a little pressure out. Maybe just, you know, wash my hands and think about it. But I was already feeling guilty about having gone earlier and not coming clean ... so I held it and thought of Emily in front of the pretzel shop.
With about twenty minutes to go, I had to pee badly. Though I didn't want to see Emily humiliated, I really did want to see her trying to control herself, maybe leaking just a little bit in her panties. "Don't know." she had said. I found it very sexy - an admission of weakness, of need, of taboo. *Knowing* she was on the edge was very exciting to me. Feeling on the edge myself - knowing that I was feeling the same urges she was feeling in those most private parts - was an incredible sensation.
I found a seat at a table where I could see her - still there with the samples - and I figured she could probably see my legs underneath the table, twisting and scissoring when the urge struck particularly hard. I was beginning to wonder if *I* would make it another twenty minutes, much less her. She was bouncing in place now, her need obvious to my eyes, doing a little dance and occasionally grabbing herself from behind, under her skirt when she thought nobody was looking. Our eyes met and she mouthed something to me - I wasn't sure what she said, but I mouthed back "Me Too!".
It's hard to describe how that twenty mintues went. My heart was racing, trying to divine from each shiver, each clenched fist or raised leg, whether Emily was going to wet herself. Meanwhile, I was dealing with my own increasingly insistent desire to just *pee*, having to clamp down on a bladder that very much wanted to empty itself into my jeans. Resisting the temptation to just get up and find relief.
The last few minutes, I kept glancing at the clock - I wasn't sure exactly when she would be done, but I was pretty sure it was soon. What I thought was twenty mintues passed ... and then another five crept by. Oh come *on*. I was thinking less about Emily and more about my own problems with each passing moment, and then suddenly, I looked up. And Emily was gone.
Finally! I imagined her running back there, ripping down those beautiful tights and letting it all gush out in orgasmic relief. I wished I could have seen it - wondered whether she'd wet herself just a little bit. Struggled with the fabric in front of the toilet. Wondered if it would be okay to ask about that sort of thing. But I had my own problems to deal with - gathering my mental strength, giving myself one final long squeeze under the table, I got up to head urgently toward the restrooms, hanging onto dignity by a thin thread of self control.
I was concentrating so hard on holding it, I almost ran into her.
"Hey there! Where are you going?"
"Um. The restroom?" She had taken off that silly hat and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She had a pretzel in a paper bag in one hand, and her purse in across her shoulder.
"Can I come too?" She was flirty, and still squrimy.
"Didn't you go?"
"No! There's no toilet back there!" I noticed her hand was pressed into the front of her skirt, hidden behind the purse. She was still holding it!
"Oh. Wow. Are you ... okay?" I wanted to ask if she was wet.
"I *really* have to pee, but yeah. How about you?"
"I'm okay. I've got to go bad too." In fact, I didn't think I could hold it much longer, but I didn't want to show weakness. Especially when I'd actually peed once more than her.
"The let's go shopping!"
"Whu?"
"I can wait a while longer. Can't you?"
If only she wasn't so sexy, standing there squirming in that blouse and those heels. If only I wasn't so fascinated by the idea that she might wet herself. If only I wasn't feeling guilty about having peed already that morning. If only she wasn't so damn attractive and bubbly. I might have answered that question honestly.
"Sure," I said, "where do you want to go?"
We moved quickly among the racks at that Express store - she stopping occasionally and pretending to consider the label on a dress, hands between her thighs. Me doing the same as waves of urgency hit, apprehensive because I was not, technically, in the market for women's clothing. She found a light blue sun dress, a pair of jeans, and a thin, lacy black top. She seemed to have found what she wanted, and I was anticipating being able to relieve myself without humiliation. Maybe. If I could make it that far.
"I'm going to try them on." The announcement is never a welcome one.
"Ummm..." I was about to announce that I was splitting for the restrooms possibly before I wet myself, Emily's outfit be damned.
"Come on - you can tell me how they fit!"
Tight. They would fit tight over that bursting bladder of yours. Or semi-transparently on top. I had to pee like nothing else, and was seriously wondering if it would show if I let out just a little bit in my briefs, but you've got to have priorities in life. Like seeing pretty girls in short skirts that they could wet at any second. I was also seriously mystified as to how Emily could still even think straight, much less change clothes in her state.
I found a chair in front of the changing rooms, and further found that if I straddled the corner just right and didn't move an inch, it blocked off the effects of all but the worst spasms. I could also see under the door of the changing room as Emily slipped off her heels and did a barefoot dance. I imagined the contortions she was going through to change out of her skirt and top while staying in control of her bladder.
Finally, the lock clicked and she came out, back in the heels, still smiling.
"How is it?" She twirled in front of me, and the dress rose up.
"Turn around." She turned again, and I admired the way thin fabric fell over her occasionally tensing butt for as long as I dared.
"Gorgeous!" And it was gorgeous. Emily fled back into the changing room.
More foot movement - it took longer this time. The edge of the chair was beginning to lose its effect when she finally re-appeared in her original skirt and the sheer top. Her bra was lilac and frilly, nipples obviously erect underneath. She twirled again.
"What happened to the jeans?" She was running in place.
"Oh - they ... didn't fit." I had seen her messing with them under the door.
"Well - the top is gorgeous as well."
The last change took a long time. Or maybe it just seemed that way, but there were a lot more pauses and a lot less changing.
"Um. I think we'd better get going." She seemed in a hurry now. Finally.
"Are you going to get any of that stuff?"
"Nah - maybe not this time."
"But it looked *good* on you." Seriously, it did.
"Well - I still think we'd better go."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store. I really wished I had that hand to deal with my now extremely angry bladder. Freed from the chair corner, the spasming was suddenly extra-strong, and I felt like I was going to lose control any second. In fact, it felt damp down there, like I'd already spurted just a little despite my best efforts. I hoped it wasn't visible.
I had thought that Emily was heading for the nearest restrooms, like any sane desperate person, but no: following blindly and holding back for all I was worth, I was surprised when I saw sunlight - we were at the mall exit.
"What about ... the restroom?" I was pretty frantic.
"I think I can wait until we get back to your place."
"Well, I..." I didn't want to admit defeat. By a girl. Playing with a one pee handicap.
"It's not that far, right?"
"Um. Yeah." I was running out of willpower.
But I really did, at that point, want to see Emily finally lose control. Not, you understand, because I thought she'd be happy about it. But it really was sexy knowing she had to pee so badly, knowing she had those feelings between her legs. Knowing she was almost surely going to be overwhelmed by base urges. It wasn't going to happen in the mall restrooms - at least I wouldn't be there to see it happen. And if my own condition was any guide, it was going to happen soon. Before we got to my place.
We hobbled out to the car, trying to stand straight and not hold ourselves where people could see us. I had the keys ready, and went over to open the passenger door and let her in like a gentleman. And like the desperate gentleman than I was, there, between the cars, I dropped the keys.
And then it happened. We both bent down, reflexively, to pick them up, and on my way back up, bladder suddenly spasming from the bending over, I felt my ear hit the luscious softness of Emily's chest. Hard. She gave a yelp and stumbled backwards - I guess she had leaned over me and wasn't expecting me to come up so fast. I wasn't expecting to grope her with my ear, either.
I felt it coming, I knew, even as I grabbed myself hard and held back with everything I had. There was no stopping it, no hope of control as my bladder tried to empty itself. I could feel my urethera filling up, ballooning with the pressure until it was painful, blocked only by my fingers clamped clumsily on the tip. And with one last spasm, a slug of hot pee burst into my briefs. And uncontrollably, another one. And another one, leaving a big wet patch on the front on my jeans.
Finally pinching it off, I turned to see Emily bent double, facing away from me, hands jammed between her legs, and a trickle of yellow pee pulsing down the back of her tights. She turned, straightening and still holding herself.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I just..." She was staring at the spot between my legs.
"Emily, it's okay. Weird, but..." She looked so sexy, hands jammed into the damp fabric.
"I tried *so* hard."
"I know. It's okay."
"Is it? You're not grossed out?" She was still mesmerized.
"No. It's just pee."
"Okay."
I still had to pee, and from the looks of it, so did she.
"But screw it - I'm not getting these jeans any wetter." I turned away, unbuttoning and then struggling to push the wet cotton fabric of my briefs aside.
I heard it before I had even started. The hissing and spatter. I could not help myself - I wanted to see it so very much - I turned to look and saw her squatting on the ground, skirt raised and peeing a torrent through her tights onto the pavement. She stared back, unashamed, at the my own stream gushing out, and then into my eyes.
Relief felt so good - the pulsing sting of overtaxed muscles finally able to relax. We were both breathing hard. It felt even better knowing exactly what she was feeling. We sat on the bumper next to each other in the sun, legs spread, drying out. For a long time.
"I'm so sorry." She was still worried.
"No. It's okay. Really." And I meant it.
"I just ... don't like using the mall restrooms."
"Well ... you could have told me. We could have been home..."
"But I *wanted* to go shopping. With you."
"And you did, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Guess so." She smiled that big smile again.
"Guess so."
"Pretzel?" She produced that bag, the pretzel was still warm.
"Sure."
"Pretzels *are* truly glorious!"
"Yes. Yes, they are." |
This is the first story I'm posting here. If you guys like it, I'll post more. It mianly involves female desperation.
PS: I've already posted this story on another omorashi site, so some of you might have already read it :)
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Laura looked at her watch as she sat down on the bus stop. The bus was due any minute now. She placed her shopping bags down on the floor and waited, tired of the day’s activities.
Today she had done a long-awaited visit to the city’s shopping centre with her friend Miranda, and boy had they had fun. Shopping was Laura’s favourite pastime, which explained why she was so ladened with bags as she waited for her bus to arrive and take her home. Shoes, tops, skirts, jeans, household goods – you name it, she’d bought it.
Laura was a well-liked girl – she had lovely straight black hair that she let flow over her back, beautiful green eyes and a cute face. She was a 25-year old of average height, though a bit taller than most of her girl friends, slim, though not extra thin, and had a wonderful character, which was why she had so many friends.
Sitting on the bus stop, she hoped that her bus wouldn’t be late. It was 5pm, which was the middle of the rush hour, which always made her ½ hour journey home seem like ages. She’d be lucky if she arrived home within the hour. This was inconvenient because her fiancée was going to pick her up at around 7pm, and she really wanted to look good for him tonight.
Ahh, there was the bus, right on schedule. Laura picked up her bags, showed the driver her ticket and found an empty seat, which, due to her heavy load of shopping, she took all by herself. Having sat down, she leaned back onto the window, crossed her legs and waited for the inevitable traffic. Feeling hot inside the old bus, she took off her scarf, which she had worn due to the chilly conditions outside, along with a green sweatshirt, dark blue jeans and black wellington boots that came up to right below her knees.
The radio on the bus was playing some kind of 80’s music. After about 15 minutes, the first signs of a huge traffic jam began to emerge – cars at a standstill and people finding time to exit their cars and stroll on the pavements in impatience.
“Shit” thought Laura, “I knew it was a mistake to catch the bus so late. Now I’m going to be late for Robert. I still have to take a shower, plus I could do with a visit to the loo as well”. She gave her crotch a quick squeeze. Although she had a tingly feeling of needing to pee, she wasn’t yet at desperation level. However, the large Coke she had drunk at the bar with Miranda when they had stopped for a quick snack almost an hour ago was beginning to make its presence felt. She was usually a prudent girl, however, the rush of not wanting to miss the bus had made her forget all about going to the loo at the bar. Now it’s been almost 6 hours since her last visit, and apart of the Coke she also had a bottle of water squirming in her bladder.
Laura sighed and closed her eyes; might as well get some rest if I’m going to be here for a long time. Her thoughts drifted to the day’s happenings – meeting Miranda after such a long time, the glances she had received from some cute young guys, the shrimp sandwich she had eaten about an hour ago….. She opened her eyes with a start. Apparently the driver had got impatient and started blowing his horn with all his might. Laura looked at her watch; 5.40. On other days she would be home right now; today they hadn’t even done half the journey. The pressure in her bladder was rising, making her feel uncomfortable. She squirmed to find a better position, however, the tingly feeling remained. Ahh…the bus was moving; it stopped again after 5 seconds; started again, this time at snail’s pace.
She was never going to make it home in time; she fished her mobile out of her handbag and sent a message to her fiancée – “I’m going to be late babe, stuck in traffic. Better we meet at 8, sorry, bye, xxx”.
6’o clock came and went; the bus had hardly moved a 100 metres. Laura was now really feeling the need for a pee, constantly shifting her legs. “Shit” she thought to herself “I really need a wee”. She leaned back and thought about other times she’s been desperate, which were not many because of her prudence. One instance was at school when she was still 16. Despite needing to pee during break quite badly, she had put it off and off in order to keep chatting with her friends, who included a guy she really liked. The bell for class rang without her noticing how much time had passed. She asked the teacher to allow her to visit the ladies, however, the reply was “You should have gone during break”. So she spend an hour of Math squirming and tightly crossing her legs, which attracted the attention of some guys sitting next to her, much to her embarrassment. Luckily she made it without losing control and rushed into the loo as soon as the teacher left the classroom.
That time she’d made it; however, now at 25 years old, she was facing the humiliating prospect of being desperate on a public bus. The pressure on her bladder was making her stomach ache; she really wanted to open the button of her jeans, however, then she would be unable to put it back on when she got to getting off the bus. She looked across to the side of the road; there were many inviting restaurants and bars, all most probably with loos. “Should I take the risk and pop in while the traffic is at a standstill?” She decided against this; she didn’t want to leave her shopping bags on their own in the bus, plus, she didn’t want other people to know how badly she needed a wee. “No, I’ll hold on like a grown up girl; I’m not a baby any more” was her decision, while giving her crotch another quick squeeze, an action which she was doing very frequently.
6:30, and Laura was in a very bad state. She was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, which was difficult in the tightly enclosed space between the bus seats. It probably was obvious to the other passengers to see how desperate she was, even though she tried to keep on an innocent face. She was probably even more desperate than that day in Math class. 10 minutes later and Laura was on the verge of losing control; however, luckily the bus had gone through the traffic and was driving through some quiet side streets. She’d be home in 5 minutes. Laura plucked up all of her strength to hold on, putting her handbag on her crotch in order to hide her hand, which was constantly squeezing her vagina. Her poor belly was swollen up like a balloon.
Now that she was getting closer and closer to home, Laura thought of another problem. How was she to get up without losing control? And plus she had about 5 bags to carry. After worrying for a moment, she remembered something her friend Kylie had told her a few weeks back. Kyle had been recounting to Laura and Miranda about how she had been drinking one Saturday night and then caught the subway without managing to use to loo before. On the subway she had become increasingly desperate, and as the trip neared the end of its journey, she had the same problem that Laura had now. Her solution: let some go. Let enough go to release the pressure on her bladder without losing control and wetting her jeans. The more Laura thought about this plan, the more feasible it seemed to her, given her situation. By now her posture had changed, and instead of tightly crossing her legs, she was constantly opening and closing her legs in an effort to keep control; she was sure that if she stopped moving her legs she would pee herself. Obviously, this constant wriggling caught the eye of some passengers on the bus, however, Laura did not give a damn.
She decided to implement Kylie’s plan-of-the-last-resort, as she named it. Bending forward, she closed her eyes and concentrated, and then let some drops go. She had to fight hard to stop those small drops from becoming a flood, and when she did regain control, it seemed to her that the action had only increased the pressure on her bladder, not reduced it. Now that she had let some go, she wanted to let it all go. “Maybe Kylie had not been as desperate as I am” she thought “and that’s why she was able to gain control”.
Her stop was coming closer and closer; two more stops and she’d be there. In an effort to hold on, Laura bent forward and tightly pressed her thighs together. Good thing she had sent her boyfriend a message to come for her later; she didn’t want him to see her like this. One stop…two stops, and Laura’s stop approached. She readied her bags in her hands – she didn’t want to have to stay bending down to pick them up when she got up. The bus approached her stop. Laura got up, however, due to the enormous pressure on her bladder, had to bend her back forward. Fighting the enormous urge to press her hands between her legs, she walked as fast as she could off the bus.
As the bus was driving away, Laura did a small pee dance in the middle of the street. Fortunately, it was a quiet street and no one was around at the time. She braced herself to walk the last few steps to her home, holding her bags in front of her crotch so that she could hold herself without anyone noticing. She arrived at her door, placed her bags on the floor and fished for her keys. At one time she had to cross her legs and hold on for dear life to stop herself from losing control, however, a few squirts did manage to escape her. Finding her keys, she opened to door, and without bothering to bring in her bags or closing the door, rushed into the bathroom, unbuttoned her jeans with difficulty due to her panic, sat down, and immediately pee gushed out from her like never before. “Gosh, what a relief” she thought “I’ve never been so desperate before”. She got up from the toilet, took off her undies do to their dampness, pulled up her jeans, and went to get in her bags, before undressing and taking a nice long shower. |
Toorus Accident
(This Story based on the Anime A Channel)Tooru is sitting on her Bed. It is Saturday, 12:00. She is wearing her Pajama.
Tooru watches her favorite TV show. Suddenly the bell rings. Tooru stand up and throws a blanket over. Then she goes to the door. She opens the door. Run-Chan stands there. Are you ill –Tooru? She asked. Hee? Eh no I’m not ill, I’m just wearing a pajama that’s all! Answered Tooru, I just don’t knew that it was you! Eh Run-Chan? Yes Tooru? Run says. It’s raining; don’t you like to come in? Eh, yes thank you Tooru. They go in. Eh Run-Chan, you are totally wet! Tooru said panicly. I have said you that I’m a rain girl. Run asked with a smile. Come in Run we must get you dry. Run Smiles and begin to laugh. Tooru you are so cute, especially when you take care of me. Run said. Tooru gets red. The 2 going into the bath. Run-Chan can you dress out? I wouldn’t look to you I swear! Tooru said lightly embarrassed. Hihihihi Tooru we have bathed together so much times I haven’t got shame for you anymore! Run laughed. Run-Chan dressed out and Tooru sits in front of her. Suddenly Run goes in the direction of Tooru, packed her and pulls down her skirt. Totally embarrassed about this Tooru screamed: Run-Chan what are you doing!!! We have bathed together so much times and I think you can bath with me together! R-R-Run-Chan that you can’t say on another way? Ehm, no, why? Tooru smiled lightly and said: Ok Run-Chan I will let water in the bathtub. After Tooru did this they go in. She takes off her clothes and went into the bathtub. Run goes into the bathtub, too. Tooru are you tired? Run asked. Eh, no I’m not tired. She answered. Are you shamed about this? Run asked again?
Tooru looked in her Eyes, Run saw in her Eyes too, than Tooru looked in the Water. Tooru you are embarrassed about this, right? Run said. .....Eh ...y-yes a little bit. Tooru said. She gets Red again.
It´s not such a great thing, you know this. Run calmed. Y-yes I know this. She answered. A-a-a-a-re you eh eh no this can´t be.... Run said quietly. What can´t be? Tooru asked. Nothing but.......... a-are you embarrassed about to see me naked? Run asked. Now Run is getting a little red. E-e-e-eh (Tooru think: Ru-Run-Chan has founded out that I’m embarrassed about her breasts) hee I I I I think yes. Why you are embarrassed about to see me naked, perhaps about my breasts? Run asked. Tooru look into the water. I think yes. She said. Tooru it’s nothing about to shame, I know you haven´t breasts but it´s not embarrassed when you look on my. I think maybe it´s ok. Run said to Tooru. Eh eh Run-Chan y-you think it´s ok when I look on your breasts? Tooru asked frightened. Yes of course it´s not a big thing. Run answered. O-o-o-o-o-k R-r-r-r-un-Chan. Tooru said. Tooru are you cold. Yes Run-Chan, Let’s get out of the bathtub. The 2 Girls went out of the bathtub. (Tooru thinks: Run-Chan is really cute....) Run-Chan have you got something you can wear? Eh? Hm I have totally forgot about this. Oh Run-Chan I haven’t clothes for you but, hmm...... just wait a moment. Tooru takes a towel over her crotch and went out of the bath. Tooru went into her room and opens her cabinet. She searches and searches and searches... Then she walks back into the bath. In her Hands she´s holding a blanket. Eh Tooru you mean this to wear? I have nothing to wear for you and I don’t think you would get out with no clothes and go to your home to get some in the rain, or would you? Eh no... Run takes the blanket and wrap it on her body. They go into Toorus room. Suddenly Felix comes in really fast. The 2 Girls haven´t wear anything. Tooru and Run look into his direction while he saying: Tooru have you seen my..... eh....eh...eh.... The 2 saw him and directly holding their hands in front of their breasts and their vagina. Grrrrrr Felix I have said to you 1000 times you should knock. Eh o-o-ok sister I’m sorry about this. Felix close the door and goes into his room. Tooru, did he see something? Run asked nearly cried. I-I-I think yes. Run begins to cry quietly. Run-Chan he´s 14 you know about these guys. Yes Tooru but he-he-eh-he got a stiff. He got what? Grrrrrr I will kill him. Tooru ran in the Room of Felix, sprinted to him and punched him in his face. You never will look on Run- Chan at one fucking another time. Then she gets into her Room back. Run-Chan looked at Tooru surprised. Tooru, I never heard you talk so. Ehhh, she did hear me? Tooru thinks. Ehhh so Run-Chan I was very angry to him and..... Tooru I understand. She answered. Than they dress up finally. After they dressed up, Tooru went down and took a DVD. They watched it. After some time Run feels that she needs to pee.
Tooru does feel the same at this moment. They ignored it. But after some Time they felt that they need to pee badly. They booth haven´t a strong bladder. Run began to moving her body. But Tooru tries to not letting run to know that she need to pee. After some Time Run nearly couldn’t hold it in. Tooru doesn´t realize that she leaked a little bit. But when she stand up after the movie was over she stretch her body and forget that she needed to pee. She leaked another time. Now she realized that she leaked. She sat down on the bed and as Run looked away she checked her crotch and saw that it was wet so everyone could see that she leaked. Because she is wearing a pullover with too long sleeves she could throw it over her crotch and hide it. Run sat down beneath Tooru. Eh… Tooru, I think I have to pee. I will go to the Toilet. Run said. Okay Run, Tooru answered. Run went to the Bathroom. Tooru had to pee badly too but used to stay cool. 5 Minutes later Run wasn´t back from the Toilet. Tooru realized that she couldn´t hold it in any longer and holds her hand on her crotch. It doesn´t help so she peed herself 2 minutes later. Her hot pee flooded the complete bed and she began to cry…
To be continued…
I need to say that i am not from England so accept some grammatical Errors Thank you. |
I stand up in front of him and lean in for a kiss. I always kiss him before I leave the room. He pulls me down into his lap, my knees straddling him and my feet hanging off the edge of the couch. His hands are around my waist, gently holding me in place.
"Daddy, I have to pee."
He's my boyfriend, but I call him Daddy. His insistance on being called Daddy reminds me that he is in charge and mildly embarrasses me. There is something humiliating about the looks on peoples' faces when they hear a grown woman referring to her lover in the way that a child refers to their parent, asking permission and following orders. His grip tightens and he tells me I can wait ten minutes. My bladder feels swollen. It's uncomfortably full. I squirm in his lap a little and wrap my legs around his back in the hopes that feeling less splay-legged will help me to not have an accident. I had a small accident in his pajamas last week and he did not seem amused. Satisfied that I'm following instructions, Daddy goes back to texting as I rest my head on his shoulder. My urethra tingles and I feel a couple of drops leak into my underwear. I really don't think I can wait ten minutes.
"Oops."
My hands shoot down to my now-damp pussy. pee is dripping through them onto the crotch of his pajamas as I struggle to regain control.
"Are you touching your holes?"
"Yes, Daddy. No, Daddy. I mean, they're your holes, Daddy, but I'm touching them."
I remove my hands and squeeze every muscle in my vagina as tight as I can.
"Damn right they're my holes. Did I tell you to touch my holes?"
"No, Daddy. I'm sorry."
His hand slides under my waistband.
"Mine."
He rests his palm on my pubic bone and slowly strokes his finger from the back of my slit all the way up to my clitoris, just under the hood. He pulls his hand out, tastes his finger and sticks it back in.
"You're wet. I mean, you just peed in my lap, but you're also wet. You enjoyed that. You liked wetting all over your clothes and your daddy."
The hand teasing my pussy is agonizingly slow. I feel like I'm going to explode in one way or another. He's teasing me. I start slowly moving my hips against his fingers. I can't help the small moan of pleasure that comes out of my throat. I'm trembling from the effort to contain my pee. I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm.
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes. May I please come, Daddy?"
"No."
Everything comes to a full stop. If I stay still I'll flood my pants, Daddy's lap, and the couch. If I move, I'll come and probably still flood my pants, Daddy's lap, and the couch. Something, hopefully pussy juice, oozes into the gusset of my panties.
"You don't get to come until you finish what you've started."
Either he's letting me off the hook or it's been ten minutes. It felt like two hours. I stand up and start to walk to the bathroom.
"No. If wetting your panties turns you on so much, you'll finish it right here."
He pulls me back down into his lap again, facing out this time with my arms pinned behind my back. He spreads my legs and holds them open with his feet. His hand goes back into my pants, resting casually on the outside of my damp underwear.
"I can't pee now."
"I can wait."
He goes back to texting. I peed in his lap when I was supposed to wait for the bathroom, and now when I'm being told to pee I've gone all shy. I'm going to be in trouble no matter what. Adults aren't supposed to pee themselves. Women in their mid twenties should be able to control their bladders. Either I'm not doing what I'm told or I'm making a huge mess on him and the furniture. The wet parts of my clothes have started to go cold. I might as well relax and enjoy it. I take a deep breath, exhaling as I lean back against his chest. More urine leaks out of my pussy. The liquid starts to seep up my buttcrack.
"Good girl."
Daddy starts massaging my cunt again, moving his fingers in circles and pushing gently on the outside of my abdomen.
"There's my perverted little slut. Do you like wetting yourself all over my lap while I rub your pussy?"
"Yes, Daddy. Your pussy, Daddy."
The feeling of his fingers on my clit while hot pee pours out of me is incredible. I start grinding my hips around, sandwiched between his hand and his groin. His dick is hard, pressing against my asscrack through the sopping wet fabric. I'm in heaven and I'm about to come so hard. My whimpering noises of arousal turn into a moan that comes from my belly. There's a jolt and a smacking noise as Daddy slaps my pussy.
"What did I tell you? If you want to be my dirty pee whore you have to finish wetting before you can come. You don't get to come yet."
I can hear drops of pee falling off the couch and hitting the floor. The last bit of pee trickles into my panties. Everything pressed against my pussy and asshole is wet and gooey from pee and my juices. I halfway hump his lap again and his hand closes around my throat. The other one starts rubbing my cunt through my underwear again, pressing harder now.
"Daddy, please fuck me. Please fuck your holes."
"First you're going to come like this. You like doing things in your underwear, don't you? You like making a mess of your panties. Filthy bitch."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm your filthy bitch. May I please come?"
…silence. His breath is hot on my neck. He's got a mouthful of the skin below my ear.
"May I please come, Daddy?"
"Yes you may, little girl. Come on your daddy's pee soaked lap in your wet pants. Come for me."
I'm pretty much immobile. The muscles in my vagina contract and I come. Grinding into his lap and straining against his legs with mine. I want his beautiful dick thrusting inside me. I want to be full of his cock. I want to come on it so hard it's like I'm giving him a handjob with my cunt.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Anything for you, baby. Got to take care of my girl. Now clean off my balls with your tongue." |
~This is my firth fiction story , i bin writing this for a while but was to shy to post it , its about a boy with a girl name with to older twins brothers named Jake and Josh that just returned from collage , it probably won't be the best but , tell me if i should continue !~
Layla was walking home from school , tired from running from bullies and needed a change of clothes , he was covered in pee and mud, his dad told him something important before beating him for wetting the bed this mourning, but at this point , he didn't care and it didn't matter he just wanted to get home and cuddle his teddy bear felex ,
layla got his keys and unlocked the door , walking in and droping his stuff on the floor, as he turned he almost jumped a foot away , his brothers were infront him . frowning layla quicky ran up the stairs and locked the door .
" what was that about ?" jake asked his father
"who cares ! that boy always trouble and ruins everything , im soo sorry boys , i gotta leave for work now , just leave him he'll get over it and say sorry sooner or later" the man walked put the front door
" wanna go check on lil bro , he was a mess and smelted funny" jake as his twin
"sure , he looked pretty upset to"
~
laylya was laying in his damp bed , cuddling felex and crying softly into its fur
" i looked horable in frount my browbers! there surely goona make fun of me !" laylya whined to the bear
layla yawned and soon was startled by a knocking on the door "layla can we come in?" josh asked
"nooooooooooo!" layla squealed through the door,getting up and locking it fast
"no use locking it we'll just pick it open " jake yelled through the door laughing after
They started picing the lock , laylya whined , grabing his blanket and covering the bed fast before stuffing his teddy bear under the bed and whined that his dirty messy clothes he was wearing .
" were in !! yea" jake ran in huggin layla as soon as he saw him , kissing his for head
" we missed ya lil brother !"
layla for his part was shocked , why were they being so nice ? he wet and messy after all and it was getting all over him
"i miss you both to but , im messy.... its gonna get you all icky !" he squirmed trying to get away from his brother's imbrace
"no you dont " josh came over and toke his small brother from jake, kissing his cheek
"you gotta tell up what happen first then you can go clean up "
" but i dont wanna !!!"
" nope , tell us " jake gave him a stern look
layla stiffened " fine , i went to get wunch and the buwwies dumped it on me , i left to go clean myself and pee , they followed me and draged me out before i went , and they rolled me in the mud , and i wet my self but they didn't notice" layla blushed at the last part , squirmimg lighly in his brothers arms , he needed to go again but just to humiliated to ask at this point
" aww poor La , lets clean you up then " josh gave jake a smirked , before turning and walking to the bathroom , jake following behind
" nooooooo i can do it myself ! down down down !! " layla was practaly screaming , he has alot of scares from his father beatings , and thats the last thing he wanted them to see
" why buddy he can help make you nice and clean bud" jake as in confusion ,layla normaly likes baths
"noo im fine i just !" layla gasped as josh toke his shirt of , revealing fresh scars and old ones , laylas small frame shook as he stood
"laya who did this " the twins his together , as josh soon toke everything of layla , revealing everything
"im not telling" laya looked at the floor hardly
" you gotta tell us but , he need to help . was it dad ?" jake ask as josh ran the bath
" yes ... but he didn't to it on perpose !"
"what do you mean ! theses scars dont look like by acident ! what did you do layla ?"
" nothing ! all i did was wet the bed and daddy said im a bad boy ! and every time i came home early from a accident he whiped me for it " layla was practically crying and he sunk down to the floor , just wanting his felex now
jake picked up the naked child before hugging him tight " we're sorry layla .. we should not have left you with that man "
josh huged them to soon after .
layla was blushing red , 1 :he was naked , 2: his brothers was hugging him while he was , 3 : he really had to pee "browbers wet gooooo" layla shocked himself by talking like this but , he really had to go ! layla sighed as he relived him self all over his brother jake since his oni was pointed to him , blushing red as he stared .
"whats wroung layl..." jakes question was answerd as layla sighed and he was getting wet " buddyy ......"
layla started to cry again " im weawwy sowwy ! dont hit me pwes !! ill clean it i pormise !"lays tried to get out there grasp
" layla wrre not daddy buddy , its okie let joshy help you bath while i clean up the mess " jake said letting go and going to change in the bath below . josh rest layla in the bath and helped him clean up the mud and urine , being careful when he cleaned the scars .
" owie owie owie !!" layla squealed
" sorry buddy i'll be done soon " josh finished up quicky before raping layla in a towel and resting him on the bed ,turning to get layla pjs , and stared at his mostly empty draw before finding a big tee-shirt and dressing layla in it , picking him up and cuddling him ," where your under pants buddy ?"
" under the bed" layla pointed
" oh okay " josh went to get it , seeing the teddy bear and picking it up as he got the under garment "why is he under there buddy ?
" i was tring to hwide him .. it babyish to have teddi bwear" layla yawned and take it from his brother , all this exitment was tireing him out
" not its not laylya its cute , jake has a teddi bear to but keep it a secret " joh tolled him before laying him on the bed and sliding the under garment on him , picking him up and walking down stairs" dinner then bed time kay bud "
" kay" layla said resting his head on his shoulder , layla really missed his brother especially after they left tree years ago , his dad was nice first before the beating and drinking started , he knew his did only did that becauce he was stressed that there mother died ,and the brothers were away . jake was in the kitchen making dinner turning as they walked in " hey buddy all clean now ?" he ask taking layla from josh
" yea .. im sorry i went potty on you jawkey, i didn't mean to "
" its okay accidents happen bud , wanna eat now ?" he said puting layla in a chair before geting plates
" wes im very hungwy!" layla yawned
" also very tired to , wanna go tothe movies tomorow to make up for today ?' he asked putting a plate infrount layla
" wewwy ! i never get to go " layla said halply , eating his food and trying his best to not make a mess
" then well be glad to jake you" jake turned and handed josh his food , before slowly seeing if laylya was looking before kissing josh
laylya saw it and giggled as he ate , he new the twins liked each other , he saw them makingout before
jash blushes and layla giggles , knowing he saw , he sad next to him and started to eat his food ,
there dad walking int the door
layla gasped and he grabed his food and sat in the corner and ate
"buddy what are you doing " jake whispered to him
" dont talk to me !" layla snaped looking at his brother with fear in his eyes
" well your not supost to eat on the floor " he picked layla and his food up before puting him on the chair
" nooooo. " laylya whined as his father walked in ,he instantly shut uped .
" laylya D, Founder , WHY are you Sitting at the Table! " his dad grabed his food and threws it on the ground before throwing layla in it
layla started crying as he fell , he turned and laiedon hia tummy and stuck his bum in the air , waiting for his beating
~ on the other hand , jake and josh looked at this scene in shock , what was there father doing to layla in FRONT them , he was beating the child forsiting at a table like a normal child , jake gave josh a stare before josh grabed his father and jake scoped layla up and ran into the bathrom
" whaa ? browber what your doing i gotta get punished !" layla yanwed before resting his head on jakes shoulder
" you my brother dont need this he said quietly cleaning laylya upand walking to the room
" i was trying to get on the fwoor and you put me back! " layla said angrly as he held his face
" you not supost to be beaten by siting at a table " he snaped back not relising he scared layla
laylya stayed quiet not wanting to be hurt anymore he chewed on his brother shirt insted
" im sorry buddy i dint mean to scare you " he laied layla downa nd sat ned to him on the bed " go to sleep for me bud "
" okay " layla repiled totaly forgeting about his night problem
( should i continue?) |
Barbara Gordon narrowed her eyes as she perused the Gotham City skyline through her high tech binoculars. According to Bruce, something big was to happen tonight. As Batgirl, she and Robin had been tracking a drug cartel for weeks, and only recently did Batman propose that the drugs were going to be used to make a bomb, and that the drug lords wanted to level the City Hall in order to construct a central office for themselves. Barbara wasn’t quite sure about the whole set-up; she’d tangled with her fair share of Gotham drug lords, and all of the ones capable of orchestrating an event like this were behind bars. Still, she trusted Batman’s judgment, so she carried on. Batgirl glanced below her, currently standing on the building where the bomb was supposed to be shipped out. She lowered her binoculars, put them back into her utility belt, and looked up. She had sent out a distress call to Metropolis a few hours earlier, using a watch that Batman had developed. The frequency it emitted could be heard only by a certain pair of ears… Barbara scowled as she saw a blue-white blur streak towards her. “Why is she always late?” she wondered. Kara Kent, aka Supergirl, landed on the rooftop lightly, despite the fact that she had most likely been traveling a terminal velocity a few seconds earlier. Batgirl stalked up to her friend. “Where have you been? You said you’d be here 45 minutes ago…” Supergirl shrugged, her ruby lips pulling back into a smile. “Sorry, Bats, I had some stuff to take care of…” Batgirl’s anger melted away at the sight of her friend’s bubbly face. She pulled Supergirl into a hug. “Good to have you back, Kare-Bear,” she said warmly. Supergirl rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. “You know I hate that name, Barbie…” Batgirl raised an eyebrow. You show up at every stakeout with your blonde hair, blue eyes and cheery smile and you think I’M the Barbie?” Supergirl giggled. Batgirl smiled. She and Supergirl had been on many adventures together, and while Supergirl was stronger, and had all of these amazing powers, she was still a bit naïve about the whole hero game, so Batgirl had been showing her the ropes. Over the years, she had come to think of Kara as a super-powered younger sister. Supergirl clapped her white gloved hands together. “So, what do we have here?” Batgirl pointed directly below. “There’s a bomb that’s supposed to be moved out of here soon, but I don’t know when.” Supergirl nodded. “Sounds exciting. Now, before we really get into this stakeout thing…” She shifts her weight from foot to foot. “Holy moons of Krypton, I gotta pee.”
“Patience is a virtue, kid. Nonetheless, I think your need can be accommodated.” Batgirl walked over to drainpipe jutting from the ground next to the vent between them. Reaching into her utility belt, Batgirl pulls out a small cutting tool which she uses to saw through the flimsy pressed tin. Prying the edges apart, she makes an opening just large enough to for a woman to pee into.
Supergirl blew air in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, Barbie, it was starting to get pretty bad…” Supergirl tiptoed carefully on the narrow ledge and positioned herself over the drainpipe. She pulls up her blue skirt and red panties, already squatting. Batgirl only smiles and turns away, but secretly hoped that Supergirl would hurry; she herself had been atop the roof since about sundown, and she could definitely use a turn at the drainpipe.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the rooftop was immersed in green gas. Supergirl, who had barely started to pee, barely managed to choke off the flow and yank her panties back up as she and Batgirl began coughing and hacking. The gas wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but eerily familiar as well. Batgirl looked around and saw a feminine figure approaching through the green fog. Batgirl couldn’t see her very well, but as the woman got closer, Batgirl realized that the woman’s skin was the exact same color as the fog; a light, smooth green, like fresh lima beans. Her auburn hair was wreathed in leaves, and she wore a one-piece dark jade leotard and thigh-high boots. With horrible realization, Batgirl surmised that the smell was chlorophyll…the chemical that makes plants green. “P-Poison Ivy!” Batgirl coughed. Poison Ivy smiled. “I suppose I didn’t give you enough credit, sweetheart. I didn’t think you’d figure that the drug lord trail was false; throwing off the Big Bad Bat was hard enough, I thought I covered my tracks pretty well. I need City Hall to plant my seed. It will become the nucleus of the vine system that will bring Gotham City back to its former, leafy glory!” She looked over at the struggling Supergirl. “Oh, you’ve brought me a present? You’re too sweet.” Batgirl flinched as Poison Ivy stroked her cheek. “Looks like I’ll have to stash you and THAT cutie somewhere where you can’t mess up my plans. I think a nice labyrinth will be just the place…sweet dreams, my darling…” Batgirl gasped as Poison Ivy brought her lips crashing against hers, feeling herself passing out from Poison Ivy’s lip toxins as she watched her lean down next to Supergirl...
When Batgirl awoke, her head was swimming, and she could hardly stand. Her mouth felt stale, her lips dry, and her bladder achingly full, having pulled more liquid from her kidneys while she was out, but she was fairly certain she could hold out. She peered around her and saw Supergirl’s limp form on the ground next to her. Apparently, her whole “invincibility” thing did not extend to plant poison, because Supergirl was completely zonked out. They appeared to be in some sort of maze, with leafy walls ten feet high extending into the ether. Above her, the slightly overcast night sky was covered with an orange haze from streetlights. The faint sounds of sirens, car horns, and talking people could be heard in the distance, the soundtrack of Gotham nightlife. Batgirl checked her Batwatch, which told her that she and Supergirl had roughly an hour to get out of the maze and stop Poison Ivy from turning Gotham City into a rainforest. She shivered involuntarily, which, to make matters worse, made her realize that her bladder was fuller than she had calculated. “Great,” she thought bitterly to herself. “Trapped in a maze with an hour to find a way out, stop Poison Ivy, and save the city, and I gotta pee like a racehorse.” She swiftly moved over to Supergirl and roused her. “Hey, Supes, wake up!” Supergirl stirred, then sat straight upright, fists clenched. She looked wildly around. “Ah! Poison Ivy…gas…kissed me…kinda liked it…” Batgirl blushed and helped Supergirl up. “Calm down, kid. Now, can you fly us out of this maze? We need to get to City Hall.” Supergirl smiled and saluted. “Sure thing, Barbie…” She grabbed hold of Batgirl’s arms and leaped into the air…only to come crashing back down. “Ooooh…” Batgirl groaned. She had landed on her feet, but the impact had jarred the contents of her bladder, making her about 5 times more desperate than she was before. Supergirl got up, thoroughly mystified. “Wh-why can’t I fly?” She asked, fear creeping into her voice. Batgirl shook her head. She didn’t have time for this…in more ways than one. She pulled out an explosive Batarang and threw it at the wall, trying to blow a hole in it big enough to at least crawl through. The explosion lit up the leafy corridor, but when the smoke cleared, the wall of the maze looked completely untouched. Not even a leaf was singed. Batgirl growled in frustration and doubled over as her bladder pulsated. She took a deep breath, and, using the meditation techniques she had learned on a trip to Tibet, managed to realign her chi and calm herself down. She would have her bladder under control…for now. She studied the material and realized had a strange coating on them that almost glowed. She recognized it at once…Kryptonite Vibrania. Batman had discovered this strain a few months back. It was virtually indestructible, and greatly weakened the powers of Superman and his kin. “Um, hey, Barbie,” Batgirl turned to Supergirl, who had her legs crossed and was tapping one foot on the ground, arms crossed. “D’you think there’s like, you know, a little Superheroine’s Room anywhere in here? I never really got started up on that rooftop, and I still REALLY gotta go.” Batgirl couldn’t help smiling at the irony. “I’m not doing much better, kid, but it looks like we’ll have to hold it.” Supergirl nodded, though Batgirl could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if Supergirl was going to make it, and in truth, she wasn’t sure if she would, either. Steeling her resolve, she clenched her nether muscles as firm as movement would allow, took Supergirl’s hand, and started down the pathway.
They had been walking about 45 minutes when Supergirl began to lose it. It started as just the occasional drips through her panties, and then it became spurts, more and close between, to the point where Supergirl had to stop and jam her hands between her legs. She looked up at Batgirl, her mouth a thin red line. “B-Bats, I can’t h-hold it any longer, I gotta pee SO BAD!” She cried, tears coursing down her face. Batgirl took Supergirl’s shoulder. “Come on, Kara you can make it, we’re almost through!” Supergirl began hobbling once more, and then stopped abruptly. Batgirl could see tiny rivulets of pee begin to form on Supergirl’s tight thighs. She checked her watch. 15 minutes before Flowergeddon. They were only 100 yards from the exit, according to her GPS, but Batgirl’s will was cracking. She began to leak as well, the crotch of her black latex suit growing damp with urine. She jammed her hand between her own legs while supporting the bursting Supergirl and helped them stagger along. A few minutes later, just has Batgirl was certain she could hold out no longer and was about to let go, they stumbled through a leafy wall into the main street in Downtown Gotham, and it was not a pretty sight. The street was cracked where giant, tentacle-like vines snaked up and down the city, pulsating like part of some huge, deciduous organ. Batgirl looked at the end of the street, where all the vines connected through the doors of city hall; she was willing to bet that that’s where the “nucleus” of this flowering monstrosity that Poison Ivy was talking about was located. Supergirl whistled. “Well, looks like Little Red Gardening Hood has been busy.” Batgirl turned to Supergirl. “Kara, can you get us to the top of the nearest building to that thing?” Supergirl nodded, took both of Batgirl’s arms, and skyrocketed upwards towards City Hall, setting them down on the warehouse about a block down. Suddenly, she doubled over, both hands between her legs. “O-Oh no…I forgot to find somewhere to pee!” She began looking wildly about for somewhere to release her pent-up water. Batgirl balked. In all the excitement, her own desire to pee had been entirely suppressed, but now it was back with a vengeance. Supergirl was so distracted, she ran headfirst into an antenna. She staggered back, dazed, slipping and falling next to a puddle. Although the pole had obviously come off worse in the encounter, Batgirl figured that Supergirl’s powers were still returning. She watched as Supergirl’s cape soaked up some of the puddle water, and suddenly, she had an idea. “Supergirl, take off your cape!” she yelled. Supergirl looked at her, the strain of not losing control of her overfull bladder making her shake. “W-Why?” Batgirl shoved the other hand between her legs. “We can use it!” Supergirl looked confused. “My cape!? H-How would we use that besides after we pee ourselves?” Batgirl rolled her eyes. “We can pee INTO it, Kara!” Supergirl considered this, but another jolt of her bladder made her decision for her. With difficulty, Supergirl pulled her hands from her crotch, causing her thighs to tremble with the reinforcing loss of her hands as she removed her bright red cape. Batgirl took it and folded three times into a thick, small rectangle. Supergirl looked at her imploringly. “Let me use it first! PLEASE!?” she pleads, reaching out her left hand towards her, groaning as she could feel her hold slipping without her hand as small trickle of pee began to flow from her and dampen her panties. “I-I'm at my limit! I'm starting to lose it again, and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop it this time!” While Batgirl really didn't want to give up her chance for relief, given that it was her idea after all, she couldn't argue that Supergirl HAD been desperate a whole lot longer than she had, and was starting to wet herself. Besides, her sisterly protectiveness of Supergirl would not allow her to let Supergirl suffer. “Ok, fine! But make it quick, kid, I’m dying here!” said Batgirl, returning her hands to her crotch. “Thank-you!” gasped Supergirl, quickly removing her hand from her crotch, groaning in a futile attempt at holding the flood at bay as once her hand left, the trickle had turned into a steady stream, causing her to hurriedly unbutton and unzip her skirt. She shoved the folded towel under her panties and against her damp labia, and...Suddenly, giant vines broke through the building and wrapped around the two heroines, pinning them to the wall. Poison Ivy walked over to the struggling heroes. “Well, I guess, sending you two to a maze wasn't enough to stop you trying to ruin my plans. I can’t just let that slide, you realize. You must be punished.” She snapped her fingers, and the vines began to curl around the girls even more, shredding their costumes and exposing their breasts and cunts. Both girls cried out in pain as a vines curled around their swollen bladders. A needle-like vine rose up from the ground and inserted itself into the girl's urethra. “My babies are not so different from you, girls. They too have been laboring under the strain of too much liquid. But now, they have a place to deposit it.” The two heroines cried out in pain as the plants began siphoning the excess water from the main source into the girls’ bladders. Poison Ivy turned and pointed at two guards. “You two! Keep an eye on these intruders; make sure my plants get them nice and full. And bring me a bucket or something, they aren't the only ones who've been skulking about without a bathroom..."
Too be continued... |
nb: This contains both male and female desperation and wetting.
Coffee Clash
"Cats *are* truly furry creatures, aren't they?"
I was trying to be polite, but couldn't help brushing vigorously at a particularly hirsute corner of the sofa as I took a seat.
"Oh! That's where Algernon takes his naps." She gave a half-hearted swipe at the hairs, embarrassed.
"Algernon?"
"I think Alger Hiss is his full name. It's Becca's cat."
To be fair, the rest of the apartment was spotless, and Algernon was nowhere in evidence. Anyone who names their pet after a McCarthy era political figure can't be all that bad. Or so I thought.
She - Jessica - was lovely. I knew her, barely, from work, and was certainly surprised to see her hanging out at the coffee shop downstairs from my apartment on a Sunday afternoon. More surprised when as the coffee shop closed, she invited me up to meet her roommate and "hang out." It turns out they had just moved in a couple floors above me. I wasn't quite sure what hanging out might entail, but it did seem like it had potential.
I'd been watching her all afternoon, wondering how a girl could suck down that much coffee and not make one trip to the restroom. Yet, there she was, typing away on her laptop, occasionally texting, and steadfastly not relieving what I imagined must have been a bursting bladder. I'd been doing the exact same thing all afternoon, minus the texting bit, and I had to pee pretty badly by closing time.
Her roommate, like the cat, was nowhere in evidence, though the light was on behind what I assumed was the toilet door in the hallway. If their apartment was anything like mine, there's was hardly anyplace else she could have been hiding.
"Becca must be in the toilet." There was a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Well, not permanently, I hope?" And I did hope. I was at the cusp of asking for it when we made it in the door, delayed only by a sense of propriety.
"Yeah - I hope. Coffee?"
"Um... sure."
It's not like we hadn't been drinking coffee all afternoon. She went to the kitchen to warm up one of those pod espresso machines and find some small cups. I found myself admiring her backside, a shapely and compact bottom in a short patterned skirt and deep purple tights.
I also wondered if she'd show any signed of wanting to pee. I'd not seen her go in the shop, after all. No reason to visit the public and rather grotty restrooms when your own was right upstairs, I suppose. Unless it was inconveniently occupied by your roommate. I had been holding out until I got home myself, and to go badly at this point - bad enough to grab between my legs when I thought Jessica wasn't looking. The last minute detour with Jessica wasn't something I'd planned on, and I really hoped I'd get a chance to ask for the toilet soon.
The way she moved as she washed the cups, gingerly, weight slightly off her right leg, pointed to her needing to go. Badly. Which would make sense. It had been a long afternoon. But she had still invited me up with her, and had made no direct mention of it.
Finally, she brought the coffee and we settled on the couch, she just a little closer than I would have thought, our thighs almost touching. I could feel her shifting around, trying to get comfortable, and the faint scent of ... maybe jasmine? I tried not to squirm too much.
"I do wish Becca would get out of there!" She sounded like she was invested.
"Why's that? Does she normally take long?" I was being a little cheeky, hoping to prompt more of a confession. Also hoping the opportunity would come up to suavely mention my own desires in that area.
"I think you'll find there's very little *normal* about Becca." There was something just a little exasperated in her voice. I took it to be another sign of restroom denial until the door clicked and Becca walked out.
"Oh?" "Really?"
Becca. Becca was tall and lithe and stunning. Short cropped black hair, wearing dark tights, a lace skirt that was more like a band around her waist, and a deep purple camisole. And she was tattooed. The ink ran up her neck, across her back and like sleeves all down the length of her arms to end at just the point on her wrists where a long shirt might have covered it. Maybe. All pastels and fairies and hummingbirds and kitties - some of the most feminine work I've ever seen.
The headband with cat ears sticking off of it seemed not out of place, given the rest of the package. I immediately pegged her as a little odd ... but also very, very sexy.
"Guys? I think we've got a little problem here." She didn't seem too shocked about finding some random guy sitting on the couch with her roommate. The fact that I could basically see everything through the thin tights and camisole either didn't occur to her, or maybe it didn't matter. It's not like she had any reason to be shy about her body, tattoos and all.
"What. Problem?" Jessica sounded pissed now. Which would make sense.
"Umm... maybe I should ..." I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, despite the allure of the half-naked and the full-bladdered, I didn't want to end up in the middle of a co-worker's domestic dispute at this point in my career.
I was also getting more than a little antsy for the toilet. It's one thing to spend a nice evening with a cute co-worker, maybe they're desperate to pee, maybe there's signs that more could come of it later. It's another thing to be in the middle of what was becoming a very weird argument between roommates. It's yet a third thing to wet yourself sitting on some near-stranger's couch at the same time. And the third option was becoming more and more likely as each minute passed.
"You. Stay. Put." Well, okay, then. I gave myself a little squeeze and stayed.
"Now. What. Problem?" It was hard to tell if Jessica was pissed because this sort of thing was a common occurrance, or if she just really wanted to use the toilet, but I was beginning to intuit that it was a combination of the two rapidly reaching the boiling point.
"Well, I was just trying to give Algernon a bath 'cause he gets hair everywhere, but he wasn't having any of it and I tried to stop him and he just jumped and a bunch of stuff got knocked in and I tried to flush it out and it wouldn't flush so I flushed it again and it *overflowed* and now I don't know what to do and I really need to pee." Becca gave a little curtsey and wiggled her bottom, which would have been really cute in other circumstances.
As it was, I was becoming distracted. Great. Everybody has to pee. Bad.
"The Fuck? *You* have to pee? Do you have *any* idea how bad *I* have to pee?" There was the confession I was looking for, but at the point it was exactly what I was thinking.
Her voice broke as she said it, and she went on under her breath. "Lord knows I don't ask much - I bring a nice boy back home, all I ask is just a little privacy, just a little. And a little sanity. It's not too much to ask for a sane roommate is it? And a chance to pee without a God Damned Disaster cropping up? Every. Single. Time. It's always something. It's not like I can hold this forever - a girl's gotta go *somewhere*. Do I deserve this? I think not. I put up with a lot. I pay my dues. At least enough to deserve a chance to relieve my bladder without this sort of fucking lunacy."
The choice was getting harder. Bail and risk missing out on not one, but *two* desperate girls possibly wetting themselves, or stay and risk making it a third wetting? Decisions... The girls seemed at an impasse.
"Look. We *all* have to pee." Somebody needed to take charge. "You - Becca - get some towels and clean this water up. Jess - call the management and have them send up a plumber. I'm going to try to get this thing unclogged."
"Oh - I'm so sorry about this - you don't have to..."
"Look. What else are you two going to do?" I didn't mention my own issues.
Jessica thought about 2 seconds before her bladder must have prompted her. "Okay. Okay. I'm getting on the phone."
The toilet, like everything else, was basically clean, but water reached to the rim and I could see a toothbrush, a face sponge, and a few other unidentifiable things jammed into the hole. Becca returned with some towels and got on all fours, mopping the floor. I couldn't resist staring at her bottom, the contours of which were perfectly outlined in tight spandex. Maybe she really *did* need to pee as bad as the two of us, the way she was wiggling it around as she pushed towels across the floor.
Jessica, meanwhile, had chosen to stand. She was pacing back and forth on hold, and doing a vigorous pee dance, complete with furtive grabs between her legs. I could have watched it all day, especially the way she guiltily tried to be still when she saw me looking her way. She shot me a look - apologetic and desperate at the same time - so sexy.
Bending down to examine the clog closer didn't help my own situation - I had to emulate Becca's bottom waving briefly. I don't know if it was the fact that I was actually *in* the room, *with* the toilet, or just the extra pressure on my bladder from bending over, but I really needed to pee badly. Despite the distractions, I did manage to reach gingerly in there and pull at the clog, grabbing it by the toothbrush. It was jammed pretty tight.
I looked up at Jessica, whose patience was already worn thin. She made a valiant effort to straighten up and stop dancing - "*Still* on hold. Any luck?"
I gave the toothbrush a firm tug, and the whole mass shifted - I heard a trickle of water. Another tug, and I held a strange agglomeration of bathroom artifacts in my hand - the toothbrush, the sponge, and half-used tube of toothpaste and what looked for all the world like some balled up nylons, all tied together in a Gordian knot of dental floss. The water drained quickly from the bowl, with a satisfactory gurgle, reminding me that I was desperate to rid myself of some water as well. Soon. Real soon.
What had I done? The chivalrous thing, to be sure. But I had been enjoying Jessica and Becca's desperation ... and now that would be over. I was sure they'd be relieved, to say the least. I looked up, hoping to catch them in some sort of last ditch bladder control effort. They were staring at each other, and then the conglomeration of bathroom cruft still in my hand.
"You..." Jessica was aghast.
"Out! Out! I need to peeee!" Becca had one hand between her legs and was pushing me toward the door with the rest of her body. Not that I minded that part.
"We *all* need to pee." But I still moved.
"Becca - you get out here too." Jessica was suddenly commanding.
"But... Yes, miss." She followed me out, shutting the door behind her.
Jessica's eyes widened. "You didn't?"
I followed Jessica's gaze to the doorknob, which Becca was now twisting at frantically. Locked. And it wasn't just a regular bathroom lock - someone had fit the bathroom with an entry lock - this was going to take more than a screwdriver to undo.
"Do you have the key?" I was starting to panic a little - I'd been putting it off for long enough that I knew I was going to lose it soon. I definitely had to squeeze myself ever few seconds to keep my jeans dry, and I could see that Jessica was rapidly nearing the end as well, no longer able to pause her gyrations when she caught my eye.
"There *is* no key!" Jessica rifled through a kitchen drawer and produced a screwdriver, kneeling before the door and trying desperately to work the bolt back. She paused, grabbing vigorously between her legs, and then carried on for another few moments before springing to her feet, hands jammed into her crotch, dancing in place.
"I just can't .... oh shit!" I knew what had happened before she said it - concentrating on the lock picking had been too much for her, and all that afternoon coffee came pouring out between her hands, soaking swaths of fabric bunched between her legs and running in little deep purple rivulets over down to her feet before pooling on the floor. Dark yellow.
The scene was burned into my mind: The hissing. Jessica turning away, hiding her face. The insistent tap of Becca's feet. Jessica's breaths coming hard and fast as she turned beet red. Pee pouring from beneath her bottom. It was glorious, and ever so sexy.
But at the time, I had other concerns. Another spasm hit, I had to grab at myself openly this time, rubbing vigorously until the urge subsided a bit. Not that Jessica was exactly looking. She still had the screwdriver in her hand. The way - the only way - I wasn't going to end up wet too. I grabbed it from her - damp and slippery now.
I knelt in front of the door, desperately wrenching at the bolt. It was difficult because every time I spent real effort on the lock, I'd almost lose control and have to stop and clamp down. Two seconds lock picking, eight seconds trying to stop wetting myself.
Becca came up behind me, close - I could feel her breasts on my back as she leaned in, face right beside mine, examining the lock. She was whispering, rubbing herself openly now, obviously as close to losing it as I.
"Is it working?"
"You're not helping."
"It's not working, is it?"
"Jesus."
"It's got to work - I'm gonna pee myself!"
"You're *really* not helping."
It was a spasm, just like any other, but it was the end. No amount of rubbing or pinching or holding phased it ... it just built and built until I felt the hot pee surge out into my underwear. Wave after wave - uncontrollable. I willed it to stop there - maybe a little patch would not be obvious - but it was no use.
Becca saw it and momentarily stopped her gyrations to stare. Jessica, who'd been standing there defeated in her wet clothes staring already, stared harder. And the pee welled to the surface of my jeans and ran in streams down my legs and over my butt, still crouched in front of that damned lock. It came in waves of relief. And it felt so good to finally let it out ... staring girls be damned.
I leaned against the door. Solid as hell. Who puts a real lock on the bathroom, anyway?
Becca was still frantic, dancing about and pushing on the door when she could concentrate long enough to do it.
Jessica and I, now relieved of immediate concerns but soaking wet, took stock of the situation. My take was that while Becca was still stunningly desperate, Jessica was looking disheveled and lovely and vulnerable in her soaked skirt and tights, the fabric clinging tantalizingly close to her thighs. For her part, Jessica was glancing between my legs, where wet denim had brought a growing bulge into sharp relief. We were strangely, after the initial embarrassment, calm.
Our reverie was interrupted by a rising whine from Becca, and there was no doubt in our minds that she was experiencing the uncontrollable series of urges we'd just succumbed to. She was moving frantically now, still trying to stop it, then inspired to find somewhere to contain the flood waters. What she found was a wastebasket, and she stuck her tight little butt out over it just as pee uncontrollably ballooned out the thin fabric of her tights and began to rain from between her legs like a shower head.
The wastebasket was one of those modern mesh ones that don't work so well, but it did have a plastic liner, and I could see the level of pee rise several inches, taking a few pieces of paper with it. She was impressively full, breathing hard, and somehow absorbed in her own little world - less embarrassed perhaps after seeing us both do the same moments earlier.
I became self-conscious about my staring and turned to see Jessica staring at Becca just as intently as I had been. Becca finally finished, looked up at Jessica ... and smiled, giving a little shrug of her shoulders.
I wasn't quite sure what would happen next. Here we were, a locked bathroom, a floor dangerously puddled with coffee pee, two girls and a guy all with soaked clothes. At least two of us visibly turned on. Tensions were still a little high, to be sure.
"Well, this is a mess" I ventured, mostly just to break the silence.
"Yeah." Jessica took a look around. "I'm going to clean this up, and then we're going change, and then I'm going to call the lock smith."
"Want some help?" It was a long shot, admittedly, but I was still very aroused by the whole thing, and very much wanted some time alone with Jessica and her wet clothes.
"I think, perhaps, you'd better... I'll see you at work tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Fair enough. I moved to leave.
"I mean ... at least the toilets there don't lock. Most of them." She winked and let me out.
And there I was, standing in the hall in wet jeans, socks squishing inside my shoes. Suddenly aware that this is not the way you want your neighbors to remember you at the next holiday party. It's a quiet building, but I was concerned enough that I took the stairs. Quickly. Slippery when wet.
What had just happened? I wasn't sure at all, on reflection. But I knew I'd be replaying each moment of that night over in my head for some time to come. And I'd be sure to see Jessica at work the next day. She seemed more turned on than embarrassed in the end.
And I thought our building didn't allow pets?
***
Jessica pulled out the key and unlocked the toilet door.
"I guess you won this one."
"I know. I'm da bladder queen!"
"What were you doing up here all that time anyway?"
"Secret stuff. But I didn't cheat. I was drinking coffee every time you texted."
"Next time you might want to make the clog a little bit more effective."
"It's not as easy as it looks. Especially when you have to pee that bad."
"That was some fast thinking with the door."
"Hah! Becca saves the day once more!"
"Well - we had better get showered."
"D'ya think he's going to tell anyone?"
"Like who? Besides - you saw how turned on he was!"
"And I guess there are always the videos."
"Yes - yes there are." |
Chapter 1: Kitana
(in this alternate universe kitana does not die-only badly wounded by sindel, I don't not own the Mortal kombat series)
It had been 9 months since Shao kahns defeat in earth realm at the hands of the Elder Gods. Kitana remembered the horrors he had struck down upon the realms, nearly destroying earthrealm and Kitana herself. However Shao Kahn was not the end of evil, as the wicked sorcerer Quan-chi had indeed been in league with Shinnok and had plotted to take over both the outworld and earthrealm for themselves. After discovering this dark scandal Radon and johnny cage traveled to outworld to request that other warriors join them in there plight against darkness. Kitana had opted to stay in earthrelm, along with Sonya, just in case Ouan-chi tried something.
This was perfect for Kitana however because today she was feeling a little naughty. She had recalled a memeory one day while mourning her lost friends and then remembered something that had happened to her old friend Jade while they were on an assassination attempt for the fiend Shao Khan. She didn't remember a whole lot other than Jade's desperation and eventual explosion had turned her on so much and left her panting many nights after. Just recalling this made kitana start to reach for her area before she scolded herself and removed her hand. But still Jade's accident looked fun to Kitana and she had wanted to try this for herself for many years but never had the time. Leaping out of the monastery bed she ventured down stairs for some breakfast with Syonna. At the table she told Syonna that she wished to be left alone for most of the day today.
"why is that"? Syonna asked
"well I was planning on training today so that I can better protect myself from the coming battle with Quan-chi". Kitana stated
Looking a little dejected Syonna agreed to stay in the monastery for the day today. Following suit with what she told Syonna, Kitana left to her quarters and dawned her skimpy blue battle clothing. "Yes" she said to herself "This will do just fine to wet myself in" she smiled thinking about the dirty deed she was going to commit. She then did a fake desperation dance by placing her hands between her crotch and swaying her perfectly formed rear from right to left, and tossing her streamlined, jet black hair to the right over her corresponding shoulder, then bounced her knees twice. With a cute laugh she grappled her deadly fans and lept over the porch railing and on to the soft green grass below.
There was a fountain in front of her and a lone pink leaved tree with each leaf doing loops before tumbling to the ground. Kitana noted how far she had jumped down, it must have been at least a eight foot drop the the ground. Taking two handfuls of water from the luxurious fountain for drinking, then thinking
"Yes this is the spot where I shall release my fluids, that tree will be the exact place. I didn't go this morning and if I drink enough of this water my desperation will quickly come about "
Kitana placed her mask around her mouth and proceeded to practice her fighting skills.
After no more than two hours of practice Kitana estimated that her bladder was about a quarter full, but she was tired from her training and sat on the rim of the fountain removed her mask and once again drank deeply from the expensive fountain.
"At this rate I'll never burst" she thought
Placing her mask back on to her face Kitana then continued down a cobblestone path that would lead her on about a two hour four acre walk around the peaceful sanctuary in the forest. After all no matter how dirty she acted she still was here for a reason.
An hour past before Kitana started to notice that her bladder was sending her signals that it was filling, but not too full yet.
"Good" Kitana thought "my desperation will be here in just a hour or two"
She walked with the same princess swagger she always had, her well-made behind swayed back in forth almost fully exposed in her battle outfit. It was only covered by the small blue thong that rode up her rounded moons and extended around her waist and connected to her neither region and the top to a flowing regal dress- like article of clothing. Kitana told herself that she would have to move this out of the way if she wanted to avoid Sonya getting suspicious. (plus she wanted to observe her own urine stream)
By now she had actually started to get desperate and she wasn't even done with her walk yet. Kitana stated to press her legs together as this new feeling of urgency washed over her. As the sanctuary came back into view Kitana felt another feeling over take her and forced her to stop in her tracks and squeeze her legs together once again. She felt a little turned on already and started to imagine scenarios in which she would ask to use the bathroom but always be declined.
"Please master I have finished my training may I please use the bathroom?"
She said to herself, then imaged a negative answer.
"ok I'll try to hold on" she "responded"
The lone tree and fountain soon appeared and Kitana smiled beneath her mask
"Showtime" she thought
Her desperation had grown to the point where she had to stop and cross her legs and sway her hips about. She hoped that Sonya was not looking out a window as she would see Kitana: the Edenia princess desperate like a little girl. She now estimated her bladder was at about seventy-five percent filled and had begun to fidget and hold herself. As her desperation grew her bladder felt like a rock in the pit of her abdomen, Kitana slowly hopped and hobbled over to her tree spot she had decided on previously. Not visible by any window in the sanctuary this was the perfect spot to preform the act of relieving herself. Halfway to the tree Kitana stopped and took a short intake of breath as she felt a few drops escape her forbidden sport. Standing with her legs slightly arched forward her panties became a little moist.
As she ventured over to her spot she leaked little spurts out and into her blue panties. Sliding the vail that covered her thong (now with a slight dark patch on it) she looked down upon her panties and decided that now was the time, with her left arm wrapped around the tree and her right arm at a one-hundred-eighty degree angle as it to gripped the tree trunk. She was full and ready to start the fun.
It felt like she stopped all body processes for a moment as Kitana relaxed her bladder muscles and prepared for what was about to happen next. She watched as her panties darkened and a clear liquid burst out of the fabric and made a water-hitting-grass sound. As her panties darkened she could feel it pool in her thong and start to fall out the back where there was no clothing and begun to fall like rain, darkening the tree trunk and splashing on the ground as well. Kitana was in pure ecstasy she felt so naughty and bad as she; a decorated war hero and princess of Edenia was wetting herself like a little schoolgirl. Her heart rate jumped though the roof and she began to rub herself as her stream finally died down, then went back to a short jolt of a stream and eventually subsided.
Kitana elicited a soft moan of pleasure and satisfaction as she observed the damage done to her panties and the outline of her virgin area was clearly visible. She then slid her vial back over her saturated thong and wondered how to get inside the sanctuary and change into other clothes. Sneaking though the quarters was much easer than she had originally thought as Sonya had gone out to observe the view on the deck. Another urge of relive came over her as she snuck into her quarters and bent over. Instead of holding her urine in again Kitana decided to release her liquid though her panties once again. In this bent over stance the pent up fluid found its way out the back of her panties and on to the floor in a jetting stream.
When Kitana had changed into her other clothes she replayed what just happened in her mind over and over again until she reached the peak of pleasure. She then felt tired and lay her head on the pillow ready to nap for a couple of hours, completely un-aware of what was to come between her and Syonna later that day.
So what did you guys think, I want to hear your ideas about tis story! Keep in mind this is my first try so I'm open to all corrections and story critiques, hope you enjoyed! Next story will come out within a few weeks. |
I've decided to take another crack at writing a story here. For a while now I've wanted to do a new one, but lacked the ideas or motivation. This one just kinda came to me, so I ran with it. Hope you enjoy it, and remember that feedback is always appreciated. ^_^
The grey sedan pulled away from the lake at a steady pace. It was no different than any other on the road at the time... that is, excluding its passengers. Mina sat in the back-right seat, her younger sister Nora situated to her left. They say to live life with no regrets, but Mina was regretting a handful of things on her ride home. Unbeknownst to either of her parents, she was in urgent need of a rest stop, and had been for most of the afternoon. She kept her right hand placed subtly between her legs, gently pressing against the green fabric of her bikini bottoms. Nora seemed to be paying no mind to Mina's predicament, though Mina suspected her sister to be well aware of the situation at hand; what she thought of it was unknown. Looking out the window at the abundance of trees they flew by, Mina recalled the afternoon's events, and how they had led her to be in this position.
"We're here, everybody," spoke Corey, Mina's father. Slowing down the sedan, Corey pulled into the parking lot just outside of the beach. The family had been planning this day for weeks in advance, and all four of them were more than ready to have some fun in the sun. For Mina, though, it would have to wait. During the car ride there, Mina had noticed her bladder begin to signal her that she needed to go. Knowing not to take any chances, Mina made a mental note to stop at the public restrooms first thing upon arriving. Surely she would be fine if she went right away.
The two young girls practically flew out of the back seat of the sedan. Of the four of them, they were looking forward to this day the most by far. 13-year-old Mina quickly dressed out of her t-shirt and shorts, exposing her newly developed figure covered only by a green, two-piece swimsuit. 12-year-old Nora, still flat as a brick, did the same to reveal her blue, one-piece swimsuit, and the two quickly ran out onto the sand. Corey and Anna, their mother, soon followed behind, carrying the beach towels and whatnot. "Kids, huh," Anna said to her husband with a hint of playful exasperation.
Mina thoroughly scanned the beach, and soon spotted the restrooms a fair distance away. "Wait here Nora, I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick," she said to her sister before running off. Nora didn't bother to respond, and merely allowed their parents to catch up. In truth she greatly enjoyed spending time with Mina, but would never admit it. Being left behind like that was a constant occurrence, and it did get annoying after a while.
Soon Mina arrived at the restroom, hiding the faintest bit of irritation at how far it was from her family's spot. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the possibility of a second trip if she had to go again before they left. Approaching the door, Mina gripped the handle tight and pulled - the door didn't budge. She tried again, but with a push this time - still nothing. She thought she could hear a faint voice call out the word "occupied" from behind the door, but it was too hard to tell. Assuming the best, she headed back to the others having decided to try again later. The day progressed, and amidst the fun of the beach Mina had forgotten about her need... for a while at least. When it resurfaced it had increased at least two fold. Mina quickly returned to the restroom, but sadly found the same result as when she had tried earlier. Either she had really bad timing, or somebody was taking way too long in there. When she rejoined her family she was noticeably desperate, which Nora made a point of inquiring about.
"What's wrong, sis?" she asked. "Somebody's hogging the bathroom," Mina replied, softly bouncing from foot to foot. Nora paused for a moment before suggesting, "Why not just go in the water?" Mina was shocked at the response. To her, peeing in the water at a beach was just as bad as peeing in a pool, despite being much easier to get away with. She pushed the thought out of her mind and went on enjoying herself once again, though it became more difficult to do so as time passed. Growing more desperate, she recalled Nora's suggestion. Pee in the lake? Never, she thought, It's wrong... right? Laying down on a beach towel with one leg over the other, Mina found herself unable to relax. Tossing and turning ever so slightly, she began to wonder how much more she could take. Going in the water was starting to sound like a good idea right about now.
Meanwhile, Nora was stepping back onto dry land, having just relieved herself in the cool waters. She found it to be quite convenient, and actually enjoyed the devious aspect of it - another thing she would never admit. Grabbing a spare towel to dry herself off, she noticed Mina shifting uncomfortably on the sprawled out towel below. Nora too began to wonder now how exactly Mina was going to handle her situation. She had reached a point at which muscle strength alone wouldn't do her much good, but holding herself in such a public place certainly wasn't an option. Mina stood from the towel and looked ahead at the lake. It was now or never. Step by step, she approached the water with a subtle gait. As the light waves fizzled out on the shore they splashed cold water onto Mina's feet. The sudden chill rapidly ran up her body and immediately struck her bladder, causing it to contract and shoot a brief spurt into her bikini bottoms. It felt warm, almost nice, but distress and embarrassment easily overpowered that feeling. Mina threw her hands between her legs to ebb the impending flow of urine. Having regained control, she quickly removed her hands in hopes that nobody had seen her. Now more used to the cold splashes, she stepped forward again, only to hear an utterly dreadful call. "Don't go back in the water, hun. We're leaving soon and you won't have time to dry off." It was Anna, and she had cried the words which Mina had wanted to hear the least right now.
The family packed up their things and soon returned to the sedan in the parking lot. Nora slipped back into her clothes, but Mina elected to only put her shirt back on. The added pressure on her bladder from her shorts might be too much. The four reentered the sedan and Corey pulled it out of the parking lot, ready to return home after a long day of fun. Mina sat cross-legged in the back-right seat once again, now greatly doubting her ability to make it home. She was a big girl now, though. She could hold it... couldn't she? With such an unignoreable pressure in her abdomen, she was starting to believe otherwise.
Slow as molasses did the minutes pass. The trip home seemed to take infinitely longer than the trip there. How Mina's bladder could play such a trick on her mind, she was unsure of. None the less, it was a cruel trick. A cruel, cruel trick indeed. At this point she could no longer refrain from pressing at least one hand down upon her innocent girlhood. Any less and she was sure her inner levee would burst in a golden deluge. Mina's foot rhythmically tapped on the floor of the sedan in a futile attempt of distraction, something her parents assumed she was doing along to the music of the radio. Suddenly the road hit a bump, catching Mina completely off guard. Unprepared to the sudden lift, her bladder shot another spurt into her bikini bottoms. Needing both hands to maintain control, Mina's situation had become blatantly obvious to anyone paying attention, which at this point was only Nora. This was certainly a major problem, and with no solution in sight, Mina began to lose hope.
Nora had been watching her sister out of the corner of her eye almost the entire time. For some inexplicable reason she was fascinated with Mina's plight, wanting nothing more than to see the outcome. It was like watching a television show with a suspenseful climax, except this was all too real. Snickering to herself in her mind, Nora thought about how Mina should have just gone in the lake when she suggested it. But on the other hand, if she had then there would not be such a show to be put on. Overall Nora was torn between feeling bad, smug, and even a little excited.
As Mina rocked back and forth in her seat, she looked out the window once more to see her salvation. "Rest Stop - Next exit" was printed on the sign at the side of the road. "Dad, dad, can we stop?" she said, sounding a little more eager than she wanted to. "I supposed we could," Corey replied, "We have been driving for a while." A couple of minutes later, Corey pulled the sedan into the parking lot of the rest stop. As soon as they came to a stop, Mina threw her door open and jumped out of her seat. "I'll be right back!" she called, already on her way to liberation. Running so fast, she leaked another few drops into her bikini bottoms, but that was trivial at this point. Mina dashed into the rest top and headed down the hall marked with the ladies room sign. But there was another sign at the end of the hall, one which Mina absolutely dreaded, a sign that read "Out of Order". So close, and yet so far. Relief had been dangled in front of her nose and then pulled away at the last moment.
Mina bounced from foot to foot with both hands between her legs. There had to be something she could do. Heading back down the hall, she looked past the exit and spawned a sketchy idea in her mind. Opposite the hall to the ladies room was another identical hall leading to the men's room. It was wrong on so many levels, but it was her only option. Not wasting any time arguing with herself, she made her way down the hall and approached the door. After knocking first to make sure the room was empty, Mina reached for the door handle and slowly pulled it open. Peeking her head inside, she was greeted with a horrifying sight, and an equally horrifying smell. The room was in the worst condition imaginable, lacking any sort of cleanliness and filled with an indescribable stench. A disgust of this magnitude could overpower any need, including Mina's own need for relief. She would much rather have an accident than set foot in such a terrible place.
With nothing left for her to do inside, Mina hobbled her way out of the rest stop, her hands still buried between her thighs. Each step led her to leak another drop, and the small stain left on her bikini bottoms would soon not be so easy to hide. Mina crept outside, scared to face her parents while on the brink of wetting herself, something she hadn't done in years and had no desire to go back to. By this point though it was unavoidable, and something she would have to face... or would she? Her parents weren't paying attention, and she took the opportunity to sneek behind the rest stop. Her bikini bottoms would remain dry yet, and with luck any evidence of her struggle would go unnoticed. Hidden behind the small structure, Mina knew it was now or never. Having leaked one last time, she stood facing the wall and squatted down. Pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, she closed her eyes and let loose.
An audible hiss filled the air as Mina emptied the contents of her bladder onto the wall of the rest stop. The golden stream shot out of her with much force, the pressure built throughout the afternoon being released all at once. Mina sighed with relief. There was nothing quite so satisfying as finally letting go after a long hold, and Mina definitely felt that satisfaction right now. Her urine struck the wall and splattered over the ground below, some of it reaching her sandals and feet. At this point she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was finally free from the annoying tug of a full bladder. As her stream slowed to a trickle, Mina opened her eyes and looked down to admire her handiwork. She was amazed at just how much she had gone, the wall in front of her completely drenched. Suddenly Mina heard what sounded like footsteps coming from around the corner, and quickly stood up, moving her bikini bottoms back into place over her dampened lips. She ran the other way around the building and returned to the sedan, acting as if she had simply gone about a normal bathroom break.
Mina opened the door and slid into the back seat, almost immediately noticing that Nora wasn't there anymore. "Hey, where did Nora go?" she asked. "Oh, she decided to go to the bathroom as well," Anna replied, "Did you not pass by her in there?" Mina was silent. The footsteps, could that have been Nora? Did she see what Mina had done? When Nora returned she said nothing of the matter. Either she hadn't seen a thing, or just didn't want to say anything about it. Mina couldn't be sure, but rather than spend the rest of the day suspicious of her sister, she simply sat back and enjoyed the fact that she made it through the day accident free.
Well, there you have it. Be sure to tell me what you think. I'm rather fond of these characters I've come up with, so let me know if you'd like to see more of them in the future. |
Weekend at the grandparents
“Time to wake up!” Julie’s mother shouted. “We’ll leave in an hour!”
Slowly, Julie awoke. After about a minute of wondering, she remembered: they would spend a long weekend at her grandparents, more than 300km away. She always liked to go there; they live on a big farm with all kinds of animals, and there was a forest nearby. No one lives near so they have all the space to do what they want.
As Julie got out of bed, she saw her mother comforting her younger sister. Kathy was crying, and as she walked by Julie noticed something not uncommon; Kathy’s blue pajamas were soaked on the back. She had wet her bed again. Julie never gave her a hard time about this; after all, she too had an occasional night time accident when she was 13. Now, at 16, she had kept her bed dry for more than 2 years.
She walked past the scene to relieve her own bladder on the toilet, after which she took a shower. Once back in her room she got out of her own pink pajamas and panties, and put on her clean clothes she selected yesterday, when she packed her stuff for the weekend. She wore red panties and a black bra, with a pair of blue jeans with a few fake rips, a white, loose shirt and grey all stars. Her figure was skinny and rather short; she only was a few centimeters taller than her younger sister. For her age, she had average-sized breasts. She had slightly wavy black hair down to her shoulders, inherited from her dad, whereas her sister had her mother’s almost straight blonde hair.
At breakfast she drank some fresh orange juice and a large mug of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, just like her dad. She had started drinking coffee last year, and was already hooked on it. A few moments later they were joined by her mom and sister. Kathy wore a pleaded skirt of pink and white, and a black and white striped top, which fitted tightly around her small breasts. Kathy only drank some juice and quickly ate some cereal; cleaning the bed had taken up a lot of time, and it was time to leave. They loaded the trunk and they were ready to go. Parents in the front, Julie and Kathy in the back seat, like all traditional family roadtrips. With the planned stop halfway, the journey would take about 4 hours, so the girls had something with them to pass the time; Kathy had a gameboy and Julie read a book.
After about an hour, Julie was completely oblivious to everything except her book. A sudden brake got her out of her trance. It was nothing serious and she continued reading, but now she became aware of something; she felt a twinge in her bladder; the liquids from breakfast were filling it up. Now suddenly aware of her urge, she had to cross her legs.
Julie continued reading, but her need for a bathroom stayed in the back of her head constantly and she was unable to fully concentrate. She tried to forget about it though, and kept on reading, but after 15 minutes the pressure had increased noticeably and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to release some of the pressure. This made it even harder to read though, and after another 10 minutes she could not concentrate on her book at all. She was getting desperate now and needed relief soon. Normally she would be at school or at home around this time and such a breakfast never was a problem, but now she could not choose when to go to the toilet. Julie was not used to this at all.
“How long till the first stop?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“A little more than half an hour” her mom responded.
“More than half an hour, could I make that?” she thought, fidgeting. She had to. She could not ask for an earlier stop; it would be too embarrassing, especially now they were so close to the planned stop.
“Ehm, could we stop a bit earlier?” Julie heard from her left. Maybe she was saved; Kathy had put her gameboy away and clearly needed the toilet too.
“We’re almost there honey, just a little more patience” her mother said.
“But I need to pee!” Kathy said.
“Well, surely you could make it another 30 minutes, didn’t you use the bathroom before we left?”
“…No, I forgot” Kathy answered, hanging her head.
“Well, then you’ll just have to hold it,” her mother said sternly.
Julie sighed. If they are not going to stop for her little sister, they were definitely not going to stop for her. She put her book away, put both hands between her legs and looked out of the window. When she glanced back at Kathy, she saw her sister had put one hand under her skirt and she was constantly moving her legs. This did no good on Julie’s bladder; she suddenly felt a strong twinge and had to hold herself with both her hands; only a small spurt escaped. She felt it moisten her panties a bit, but was in control again. But now she felt it getting worse by the minute; her bladder started to ache, and she now had to constantly clench her muscles as tight as she could. She knew that after a first leak, she really needed a bathroom soon, or she would lose more.
“Oh my god, I can’t wet myself! I need to make it!” Julie thought. She started to doubt herself.
“Mom, how long?” Kathy asked.
“Just 20 minutes dear”
“20?” Kathy said, disappointedly. She now put her second hand under her skirt too.
Julie’s hopes rose a bit after this. “Maybe, if Kathy has an accident before I lose control, they will stop earlier” she thought. “Surely I can at least outlast my baby sister!”
Thinking of her possible relief, however, increased her need even more. Julie clenched her muscles even tighter than before and pushed her hands against her privates as hard as she could, but she could not prevent a small trickle from escaping. And another. Her hands felt the outside of her crotch get warm; it had gone through her panties! She let out a small squeal.
“Do you need to pee too?” Kathy asked.
“Yes, it’s a bit… urgent” Julie answered, red-headed.
Suddenly, they were cut off by a reckless driver, changing lanes. Julie’s dad hit the brakes abruptly to avoid a collision, with success.
“Are you alright back there?” He asked.
“Yes, I’m alright” Kathy answered right away.
“I…’m OK” Julie said, less convincing. Actually, she wasn’t OK. There was a spasm in her bladder, and it was now ready to empty. She could not do anything about it; her pee was slowly coming out. Wetness started to spread in her crotch, to her thighs. The whole area around her hands started to moisten. A trickle went down her butt, and she felt a small wet spot forming on the seat beneath her. Julie managed to stem the flow, however, and she felt the last ‘hiccups’ of pee flowing into her panties. She was in control again, but she had definitely wet herself; there was no escaping now. She could only stall the moment someone would find out, and so she placed her arms tactically on her crotch, to make sure Kathy could not see what she had done.
“Mom, how long is it?” Kathy asked.
“Gosh, I just told you 5 minutes ago! It’s still 15 minutes!”
“But I already leaked a little bit!” Kathy said.
“Not my problem. But if you ruin the seat, you are going to clean it out yourself!”
Julie now realized; she had lost control before her baby sister, had already gotten the seat wet and there was no way she could get away with this. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and another spurt escaped. The spurt turned into a small dribble, and the tears started slowly rolling down her eyes. She could do nothing about it; her muscles would not clench any more.
“Mom! Julie is peeing her pants!” Kathy almost screamed. She had noticed; the wet spot beneath Julie was spreading, and under her crossed legs Kathy could see it.
“Kathy, don’t say that, we’re not pulling over!” Julie’s mom screamed back.
That’s when Julie gave up; she started sobbing as she lost her last bit of control. The car went completely silent apart from Julie’s sobs and a clear hissing sound. Her bladder emptied itself as fast as it could, and all pressure disappeared. She retrieved her wet hands from between her legs and uncrossed her legs. All restrictions were now gone, and the complete content of Julie’s bladder went into her pants. As she looked down on herself, Julie saw her pants darkening around her crotch, and it expanded quickly down the insides of her legs. Beneath her she felt the couch getting more and more soaked, and only moments later the wetness on it spread all around her butt and legs. Between her legs was now a puddle of pee that had not yet been absorbed by her pants or the couch, which kept on growing until the moment where the couch overflowed; between Julie’s lower legs a waterfall appeared, making a puddle between her legs and wetting her pants even more, partly going down into her shoes until they, too, overflowed. As the stream slowly died down, the waterfall decreased to dripping. Julie’s bladder was now empty, and her sobbing was the loudest sound in the car now.
“I’m sorry Julie, are you alright? Let’s pull over here and clean this up” Julie’s mom said. “We can also clean it 10 minutes from now” said her dad, lowering his window.
“Well, do you want everyone at the gas station to see your 16 year old daughter had an accident? And you can’t let her sit in her own urine like this, we’re pulling over here.”
“I am almost peeing myself too!” Kathy added. Reluctantly he pulled over, giving in to the majority.
As soon as they stood still, Kathy jumped out and ran around the car towards the bushes. 2 meters from the car, however, drips were starting to fall from underneath her skirt. As Kathy came to a halt, the drips started to form a stream. She hiked her skirt up to reveal her white panties, where the stream was coming from, landing right beneath her feet with small trickles going down her legs. She squatted down and peed forcefully trough her panties. Once ready, she stood up, clearly relieved she made it out of the car. Her skirt covered nearly all the evidence of her accident, except for her socks which had gotten a little bit of pee on them. Her glistening legs could be dried. When she looked back at the car she saw her older sister standing besides the car, getting out of her completely soaked pants. Her red panties only had a small dry spot on the highest part of the front, and even the back of her shirt had gotten some pee on it.
As Julie had to clean up anyway, they decided to take their break there, as only 15 meters further down the road there was a pick nick table.
Julie tried to dry the seat as good as possible with one towel, and put down another for her to sit on. She changed into a white summer dress with flowers on it. She decided not to put on new shoes or socks, as the car floor was still moist, and no panties; they would probably just get wet again through the towel. Now she could hike up her dress to prevent any other clothes from getting wet. Kathy just changed her white panties for a pink pair of clean panties, changed her socks and dried her legs. After lunch, during which their mom tried to comfort both girls (although Kathy was not really upset), they were ready to continue their journey. |
As I said; I will finish this, I just don't know when exactly :)
Chapter two: Friday
After another 2-hour drive Julie, Kathy and their parents arrived at their grandparents, who had made sure all crucial work was done before the weekend. The girls’ mother collected her daughters’ wet clothes and the towel Julie had been sitting on. She greeted the waiting grandparents as she walked over to the house.
“Hi, nice to see you again! Er, could I just use the washing machine? The girls did not make it to the bathroom break.”
Julie blushed hearing this. She was still extremely embarrassed about her accident, and it was obvious she had been crying. Still barefooted and not wearing any panties beneath her dress, she quickly walked passed her grandparents looking at the ground to take a shower, too shy to say anything. Her younger sister was still used to having an occasional accident and was not embarrassed at all. She was even more or less proud she had outlasted her older sister and had even made it out of the car.
When Julie got back, her stuff was already in the sisters’ shared bedroom. They both had a one-person bed for weekends like this, protected with plastic because of their history. She got a pair of light blue knickers and brown flip-flops out of her bag and joined her family for lunch. As she went down the stairs, she heard Kathy proudly telling how she got her panties wet, while Julie had completely pissed herself. Her mom told Kathy to shush just before Julie entered the dining room. After the awkward silence that followed, lunch was filled with small talk. After lunch Julie still felt a bit awkward, and as her mother was getting the laundry to dry, Julie went out to make a walk through the woods, as she liked to do when she wanted to be alone.
After about an hour of walking through the woods, Julie noticed her bladder was filling up again from the orange juice and soda she drank during lunch. She decided to walk on, as it was not that bad. Her mind began wandering and she slowly walked ahead. About an hour later Julie realized she should get back, or her family would get worried. She regretted the decision to walk this far; the woods next to the farm were very big. It would take at least one hour to get back to the house if she walked back in a straight line. Meanwhile, her bladder was starting to fill up to its maximum. She started to walk faster. Even though these woods were deserted except for her grandparents and their guests, she was terrified if someone would find her relieving herself. She had to get back to the farm.
After 15 minutes of walking as fast as she could without running, Julie had to slow her pace. The combination of her full bladder and the thought of not having a toilet within a few miles radius made her need to pee bigger and bigger, and walking that fast made it even worse. Every time Julie had to pee in a difficult situation, she could not take her mind off it. This time was no different, and the constant thought of relieving herself made it so that, 10 minutes after slowing her pace, Julie was holding herself through her dress. She had to keep her legs as close to each other as possible, slowing her pace even further. Taking mini steps, it took her another 10 minutes to arrive at her grandfathers’ corn field, which was next to Julie’s path through the woods. At this time of year, the corn just reached Julie’s shoulders. Because of this she could now see the farm in the far distance. The mere thought of the farm being in sight increased her need further. Julie had to stop for a moment to hold back a wave of desperation.
“That was close” Julie thought, after she just managed to keep it all in. She debated it for a moment, but now she was sure she could not make it back if she did not take a shortcut through the corn. She was forbidden to go there, because 6 years ago she, Kathy and some cousins had cleared a few meters of that very field to make a fort from the fallen branches in the woods. While harvesting, her grandfather did not notice the fort and some of the thicker branches got stuck in one of his machines which then broke down. She had no choice now, however, if she wanted to reach the toilet, and she was pretty sure she was not going to make a fort.
After 10 minutes of walking slowly through the field, slightly bend over, careful not to lose control, Julie felt another big wave hit. It came out of nowhere and she was taken by surprise; she felt a spurt escaping through her urethra, and she felt her panties getting warm before she felt a little wetness on the hand she still had between her legs. When she was sure she was in control again, Julie carefully removed her hand to check the damage; there was a 4cm sized wet, see-through spot on her white dress. She crossed her legs and lifted her dress to check underneath; a small dark blue was visible where her otherwise light blue panties disappeared between her legs. Watching the wetness from her small leak had only made matters worse, and Julie felt another small dribble escape her bladder. “This is it” she thought, “I have to pee here or I’m not going to make it.”
As she felt the second leak warming the area between her legs again, Julie quickly squatted while pulling her panties down and hiking her dress up. Finally, she could relax her bladder muscles, and from between her legs she heard her hissing start, now not obstructed by her clothes. Just before her stream started full speed however, Julie heard a sound of someone walking through the field. She panicked; her stream was already loudly hitting the ground but she managed to stop it for a few seconds. She listened carefully; she now clearly heard someone running through the corn. As no one should be there, Julie immediately thought the worst; if some creepy guy would find her there, there would be no one to help her. As her flow had stopped, she pulled her panties back, got up and let her dress fall down. As she did, a small trickle started again without Julie noticing. She looked around, and to her relief she saw a familiar head just sticking out above the corn; Kathy’s. “Hey sis!” she yelled from about 20 meters away, “Mom was worried about you, so I went to search for you”
Now, with her mind at ease, however, Julie felt a slow stream dribbling on her right leg down to her foot. She quickly bent over again and put her legs together to stop it, but it was no use; the seal was broken. The dribble increased to a constant stream, expanding the wetness in her panties to the front. As she looked down, Julie saw a trickle wetting her summer dress and she quickly stood up straight and hiked up her dress. She put her feet almost a meter apart and looked down at what she was doing; she was now peeing, full force, straight through her panties! She felt the wetness between her legs expanding to her butt and saw a thick stream falling from between her legs; small trickles were emerging on the insides of her legs, eventually making puddles around her flip flops.
“I’ll come right over!” Julie yelled to Kathy, hoping she would not notice her big sister was wetting herself for the second time today. Julie squatted down again, pretending to do something. Luckily it worked; Kathy did not come any closer and waited for Julie. As the last of her stream died down, Julie carefully stepped out of the soil that had now become mud from her pee. She was ashamed of her accident; it could have been prevented, she did not have to pull her panties back. If her sister had only arrived a minute later… She barely managed to hold back her tears.
Before standing up Julie inspected the result; half of her panties were now dark blue and stuck to her butt. She could faintly see her privates through them. On the front of her white dress there was a big wet, see-through stain from her crotch down to the hem. She had to hope Kathy would not notice until they were out of the corn field. Maybe it would dry enough to not be visibly wet anymore by the time they got to the farm.
Julie managed to stay a little behind Kathy, always making sure there was enough corn between Kathy’s eyesight and her dress. Just before emerging from the immense corn field, Julie saw her dress had dried up nicely; it was not see through anymore and there was only a faint yellow glow left, probably not noticeable from distance. As they got out of the field, Kathy ran over to her parents and grandparents, who were relaxing in the yard, to tell them she had found her sister. Julie took this chance to sneak inside and get a chance of clothes; she hid her dress and panties in her bag and changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with black matching underwear. The only way to explain a change of clothes was anticipating on the weather getting colder towards the evening, she thought, even though it was still hot outside.
Just as Julie was putting her shirt on, Kathy came in. She just walked over to her stuff, let her panties fall on the floor and put on a new pair of white panties. Julie noticed her little sister’s pink panties were soaked.
“Had an accident?” Julie asked.
“Yeah, I really had to go when I was searching for you and it just started coming out. Only my panties got wet though, so I figured I could just keep them on, but mom noticed and sent me to change. Why are you changing?”
“Well, it will start getting colder in a while, so I thought I would change in something a little bit warmer” Julie said.
The rest of the day the girls just chilled, played with some farm animals and kept their panties dry. At eleven o’ clock the girls went to bed. As it was a hot night, they both did not use a pajama and wore nothing but their panties.
After 10 minutes of laying in bed, Kathy suddenly said “I’ve found your clothes, you know.” Julie was suddenly wide awake. “So?” she said startled, hoping in vain Kathy would not have noticed.
“You wet yourself again, and you tried to hide it” Kathy said. “Don’t tell anyone!” Julie said sternly.
“Why wouldn’t I?” said Kathy.
“I won’t tell if you have an accident and try to hide it” Julie said.
“I don’t care about that” Kathy said.
“Ehm, what do you want?” said Julie, insecure of what she could offer Kathy.
“I don’t know… I get one favor, one thing you will do for me, no questions asked?”
“Well… alright, but nothing too bad!”
After that, the girls stopped talking and went to sleep.
Julie dreamed about what happened that day, and after that she went back in time to one of her accidents in her first year of high school; after P.E. she had to run to the bathroom, but there were 2 girls in front of her. She begged to go first, but the other girls were desperate too. She managed to hold on until it was her turn, but when she went inside she was pushed aside by another girl who ran inside instead of her. Leaning against the wall she was pushed against she felt herself lose control. Her panties and pants got warmer and warmer and in no-time a stream was flowing down her legs. Suddenly Julie woke up, alarmed by the clear hissing sound she heard. Her bladder was achingly full and she immediately felt her panties: they were still dry. The hissing that woke her up came from the other side of the room; Kathy was wetting full speed on the plastic mattress cover.
Julie almost started peeing from the sound; she shot up and got out of bed. A spurt escaped as she started to run towards the toilet. Pee already dribbled down her legs as she opened the door. When she closed the door her floodgates opened; she exploded into her panties and ran past the shower and reached the toilet bowl; she first had to lower the seat, pee gushing through her panties. She set herself down on the toilet, not bothering to pull her panties down; she peed as hard as she ever did straight through her panties into the toilet. As her flow started to slow down after a little more than half a minute, her pee trickled down to her butt, soaking the back of her panties. After she finished her pee, she noticed the trail she left behind; from the bathroom door to the toilet her trail changed from a few drops to a big puddle just in front of the toilet. She cleaned the floor with the towel she had already used that day, washed it out and hung it to dry. All the while, her legs were still clingy from the dried up pee and her panties were still dripping wet, every once in a while sending a drop of pee down her legs.
Luckily her panties were black; except for the drops of pee they released with every step, they were not visibly wet. Julie decided to take a short shower to wash the pee out, with panties still on. She tried to dry her panties as well as possible before crawling back in bed. Coming back out of the bathroom, she noticed there were also drops of her pee on the carpet in the hall; she just hoped no one would notice and went back to bed in her cold, wet panties. The room smelled strongly of urine, from Kathy who had completely wet the bed and had apparently not even woken up. Walking past Kathy’s bed Julie even stepped in a large wet patch in the carpet; Kathy’s bed had overflowed and the floor was now soaked too. Julie then tried to go to sleep in her cold panties and the smell of her sister’s urine, but did not manage; only early in the morning she fell asleep.
Kathy, on the other hand, awoke just a little after that moment in her cold puddle of urine. Off course, she alerted her mother and only one hour after she fell asleep Julie was awoken by the changing of her sister’s bed. Her panties were still a bit damp, as were the sheets where she laid, but nothing noticeable. Julie could get away with this, but was very embarrassed now; today, she had to carefully plan her bathroom visits. She had wet herself twice during the day and last night she almost wet her bed. A few years had passed since her wetting problem finally vanished; she finally could go out with friends and have sleepovers knowing she would wake up dry since then, and she did not want that to go away again. |
All right. I've finished the next chapter. First chapter was 2000 words, second one 2500 and this one 6000. So I've cut it in two: Saturday part one will be 4000 words, and part two will be 2000 words (a 50/50 cut was impossible). I'll post the first one now, so I don't overwhelm you guys with two long posts at a time, and so you don't have to wait that long for the next chapter this time :PIn my opinion this part is the best of Saturday, so maybe part II on it's own will not deliver. I hope you guys will like it anyway :)
Chapter three: Saturday part I, morning and afternoon
Julie waited in her bed until her mother was done changing Kathy’s bed. She tried to play it as cool as possible, acting like she still needed to shower after Kathy was done. No one noticed the droplets she had left behind on the carpet, overshadowed by how bad her little sister’s accident was. After her shower, she put her black, dried up panties with her dress and panties from the day before and got her white bikini out of her suitcase, to wear under her red shorts (which came to about half way to her knees) and tight, white shirt which accentuated her breasts; after breakfast, the girls would go over to the nearby lake. She wore the same flip-flops as the day before.
Kathy was already at breakfast together with the rest of the family, now wearing a loose plain white skirt and a pink shirt. Both girls had cereal and some orange juice, and Julie had her coffee like every day. After they finished, the girls went over to the lake with a 2 liter bottle of water while the adults cleaned up and made plans of their own.
As soon as they were out of the house, Kathy started walking strangely, as if she needed to pee. As Julie knew this was impossible so short after her bedwetting, she thought nothing of it. After a few minutes, however, Kathy stopped, doubled over, and walked on.
“Kathy, do you need to pee again?” Julie asked. “Well, yeah… I probably did not empty my bladder completely last night” she answered.
“Yeah, something always stays behind. Always go to the toilet immediately after a night-time accident” Julie suggested.
2 minutes of awkward (slow) walking later, Julie complained about waiting on Kathy and told her to hurry.
“Yeah, it’s hurting now, too” Kathy answered as she doubled over again, grabbing herself through her skirt. “I’ll just do it here” she said, and her face showed immediate relief. Julie watched in shock as she saw her sister quickly pull her skirt up, just enough not to show anything beneath, and watched as a small trickle down both Kathy’s legs and some drips falling on the ground between quickly formed a thick stream with thick trickles running down mainly her left leg. Julie snapped out of her shock as she felt it splattering against her own legs, and quickly got out of the way.
“What are you doing? Why are you peeing yourself?” Julie screamed, freaked out.
Still peeing forcefully through her panties, Kathy answered: “It hurt too much, so I let it go. My bikini will get wet in a minute anyway, so there is no harm done” she said.
“But it’s going right in your shoes and socks!” Julie screamed, just a little less loudly this time. “They’ll dry.”
Julie could not believe her sister. Just peeing yourself like that, while you can still make it to the lake and pee in there. When Kathy finished, they continued the walk silently. Once there, Kathy laid her shoes and socks spread out in the sun to dry. After the girls laid down the towels, they stripped down to their bikinis, Kathy revealing her soaked pink bikini bottom. She immediately ran into the water afterwards to soak her entire bathing suit and hide what just happened. Julie just laid down on her towel, still a bit freaked out, but she quickly forgot about it as she picked up her book and drank from the bottle of water she had taken with her. Her lack of sleep started acting up while reading, and after only ten minutes, she dozed off.
After an hour, Julie was dreaming she really needed a toilet at school, but every girls’ toilet was locked. After walking desperately through the whole school, she decided to use the boys. As she entered a stall, however, a spurt suddenly came out. And another within the second. At that moment she realized the situation was all too strange, and realized she was dreaming and she was almost peeing. She woke up, and the first thing Julie noticed was her poor, aching bladder. She shoved her book from her face and put her hand between her legs as she crossed them, to find out the spurts she felt were real; she felt warmth between her legs where her bikini was wet. She looked down and saw the obvious wetness. Seeing this, the pressure in her bladder suddenly increased; her body decided it was time to empty it.
“What’s up?” Kathy asked, laying on a towel next to her.
“Gotta pee” was all Julie could hastily answer, as she got up and ran to the water. While running, she felt several short spurts escaping. As soon as her toes hit the water, her last line of defense disappeared and every muscle around her bladder relaxed; her urine started to push its way out of her. By the time she was knee-deep in the water she felt warmth spread between her legs before a thick stream, falling from her private area, loudly hit the water beneath her. She dived into the water as fast as she could to mask that she had lost control. Only her head rose out of the water again; she was sitting on her knees on the sand beneath the water level while the water around her abdomen got significantly warmer. She sat there, emptying her bladder for almost a minute. Breakfast must have hit her bladder fast.
Slightly blushing she got back to her towel to dry off.
“Did you make it into the water?” Kathy asked.
“Yes, off course I did” Julie answered, ashamed she had lost control and had peed before she had meant to. Moreover, she was ashamed she had not woken up earlier; she had already spurted while sleeping and if she was sleeping at home she wouldn’t have made it out of her room before she the dam had broken. “Tonight I’ll make sure to pee as much as I can before I go to bed” she thought.
“Then why was there a wet spot on your towel? It smelled like pee!” Kathy said, a little too happily. Perhaps it was some sort of consolation for her that girls three years older don’t always keep themselves dry, too, Julie thought.
“Well, I already peed a little before I woke up.” Julie said softly, blushing, looking down at her feet. “Don’t tell mom and dad, ok?” She was ashamed to admit it, but better to her sister than to her parents.
“Hmmm, maybe the favor I’m going to ask you is not that small anymore,” Kathy said. “You wet yourself too, on the way here!” Julie said in defense. “Well, I just let it go because it hurt me a little, you had a real accident! You are sixteen and you still wet yourself! It’s much worse if mom and dad find out about you.” Kathy said, smiling.
Tears started welling up in Julie’s eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone” she said with a crack in her voice. She really felt bad now. “That’s going to be a big favor!” Kathy said.
A tear started to roll down Julie’s check. She just laid down on her towel and turned away from Kathy; her little sister did not need to see her tears.
A while after Julie’s tears dried up, Kathy spoke up. “I don’t mind you know, I wet myself three times yesterday.” “Three times?” Julie asked in confusion. She could only count two; just outside the car and while she was looking for her. “Oh yeah, I forgot you didn’t know, but after dinner when I was petting the goats I had to go again. This time I could keep it from mom.” “And you couldn’t make it to the toilet again?” Julie asked in disbelief. “I could,” Kathy answered, “but I wanted to stay there, so I just made sure my skirt would not get wet once it started hurting.” Julie now grinned devilishly and turned around again, facing her little sister. “You don’t care if mom and dad find out about an accident, but what if they find out about you wetting yourself on purpose?” Kathy’s eyes widened. She had not realized this; she did not want her mother to find out about her fake accidents. “No, no, it was a real accident, I just forgot I needed to go that bad” she tried to save herself, “It just started coming out after a while.” Her sudden panic was obvious.
“Don’t tell and I won’t tell” Julie said. “Alright, time for lunch. Let’s go!” Julie said, her mood suddenly lifted.
Now it was Kathy’s turn to cry. She wiped away the tears rolling down her cheek and said “I just need to go into the water one more time.” As Kathy reached the water, streams of urine went down the insides of her legs and clattered on the water. She got down to sit in the water, sobbing. Meanwhile, Julie noticed they drank the water bottle almost empty and she downed the last part. After that, she put her clothes over her almost dry bikini. After Kathy got out of the water with red eyes she dried herself a bit and put on her clothes, making her pink shirt wet where her bikini top was underneath. Her skirt mostly stayed dry.
During lunch, their mother had noticed Kathy had been crying and she had come up with a lie about bumping her toe really hard. After that, dad had reminded Julie he promised her driving lessons that afternoon, and that after some consideration they decided she would still get them despite her messing up the rear bench. They would talk about how she would pay back for that after the weekend. Also, they would be going to a fun fair that evening in a nearby village.
Julie got another coffee and went to change her bikini for a set of yellow underwear and changed her flip-flops for shoes and socks. When she came in her room, she found the clothes she put on yesterday morning clean and neatly folded on her bed. She checked her bag just to be sure; the dress and 2 pairs of panties from yesterday and this morning were still there, though it started to stink. She wrapped them in a plastic bag for now, but she had to find a solution for her dirty clothes.
At one o’ clock Julie’s very first driving lesson started. As they stepped in, Julie tried to ignore the embarrassing spot she had left in the back of the car. First her father showed her the basics and soon she was behind the wheel, still on her grandparents’ farm.
Julie’s dad noticed she was shaking. “Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help if something goes wrong” her father said. Well, easy for him to say. As soon as the car started moving, Julie’s palms were sweating heavily. When she hit 10km/h it became too much for her: she got scared of an oncoming wall and stamped on the brakes with both feet and the car came to an instant stop. “I’m sorry, I saw that wall and didn’t know what to do.”
“Doesn’t matter, try again. Go slowly so you can steer past the wall. If you don’t manage, I’ll pull the steering wheel so don’t be scared; I won’t let you wreck the car.” her father said with a smile. “And if you want to stop, try braking with one foot, it will be less abrupt.”
This time, Julie did not brake. She steered slowly past the wall and accelerated; this time she sped up to 30km/h before it became too much; she put one foot on the brakes now, but still a bit too fast. The car yanked to a halt, and Julie got pushed into her seatbelt. The pressure on her abdomen reminded her of that morning; she hadn’t gone to the toilet since her half-accident by the lake, and she had drank a lot of water there and some coffee at lunch; her bladder was slowly but steadily getting full.
“Alright, let’s try the road. Doesn’t matter if you’re slow; just let others pass. There isn’t that much traffic around here anyway” her father said after a while. “Uhm, ok…” Julie said doubtful. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She was too nervous to tell her father she needed the bathroom, too.
Once on the road she found out it was not much different from the farm; it was still hard. She could hardly see over the dashboard in her parents’ car. After a while, Julie got used to driving 50km/h, except for turns, where she could be overtaken by a crawling toddler. At one point, she was even overtaken by a clearly short-sighted elder going way below the speed limit. Her need for a bathroom was steadily increasing, but Julie was only concentrating on the road.
After driving for forty minutes, there was an oncoming car speeding towards Julie. A few hundred meters before passing Julie and her father, it overtook another car, getting back in the right lane well on time, but Julie panicked anyway. She steered the car to the side of the road and hit the brakes a little too fast; the lower part of the seatbelt buried itself into her lower abdomen and squeezed her bladder. As the car came to a halt, Julie saw the other car getting out of the way long before there could have been a collision. Suddenly she felt herself warming a little bit between her legs and she realized her situation: her bladder had gotten rather full by now and because of the seatbelt some pee had spurted out of her. She buried both her hands into her crotch as fast as possible, to make sure she stayed in control. On the inside she felt her warm, damp panties squeezing against her private parts but apparently nothing had gotten through to the outside of her shorts, as her hands stayed dry.
Her father didn’t notice her predicament. “Well, that wasn’t necessary,” he said. Now, in control, Julie got her hands out of her crotch and slowly started driving again. Now she knew her bladder was full, it became harder to drive. She was also a bit distracted by the dampness between her legs. She hadn’t noticed anything for the last forty minutes about her bladder, and now she was actively pushing her legs together, so she had to be more careful operating the pedals. Out of nothing, it felt like she was holding her bladder for 2 hours already.
“You were driving fine before, nothing to be scared about,” her father said, “you can go faster than this.”
Julie now thought a little more practical; they were driving away from the farm for 45 minutes now, so the trip back would be another 45 minutes. She wasn’t sure if she could make that if they drove any further
“Ehm, dad, is there a gas station close?”“At this speed, we’ll probably reach the nearest one in an hour, but I wasn’t planning to drive for that long as we still have to make the trip back” her dad said. “Why?”
“Well, ehm, I kind of need the bathroom” Julie said, almost inaudibly.
“Didn’t you go before we started?”
“No…” Julie said, as her cheeks reddened. “I forgot.”
“Well, let’s turn around then and go back. It’s your own fault the lesson will be a little shorter than planned.”
It took Julie 5 minutes to turn around the car; she hadn’t used the reverse before, and the steering was hard. She had to stop a few times to let other traffic pass.
After 10 minutes of driving back, Julie’s bladder started to hurt. She remembered how much she had drank before and regretted not going to the toilet. She felt as though she couldn’t have enough control to reach the farm, so she put her right hand between her legs. “Keep both hands on the wheel,” her father said, “you’re not experienced enough to drive with only one hand.”
Reluctantly she put her hand back on the wheel. She had felt so relieved for a moment, but now her desperation came back in a big wave, causing her to leak a bit before she got control again, but her panties warmed again. She quickly glanced down and saw no wetness on her shorts still, but then again she couldn’t see between her legs as she did not dare to open them for a moment. She was getting panicky now about getting home dry. She wanted to ask her dad if she could stop to go beside the road, but as she started to speak she heard a short siren behind her; a police car. Julie cursed inside her head and pulled the car over at the next possible stop.
“Driver’s license please” the cop said as Julie opened the window. She was nervous; she had never seen her parents get pulled over. As her dad got his driver’s license and Julie’s learner permit, Julie felt another spurt escaping. She was blushing and avoided eye contact.
“Ma’m, could you look up for a moment?” The cop asked, looking at her permit. As soon as Julie glanced the cop in the eye for a moment, she felt a bigger wave of desperation coming on. She held on tight and quickly looked away, feeling a trickle come out of her urethra. She now was sure her shorts had a wet spot on them, but she could not see anything yet when she looked down.
“Alright, everything seems to be in order here” the cop said. “Have a nice drive, try not to hold up traffic too much and drive a straight line from now on.”
Both cars started, and as Julie slowly drove forward the police car drove by and quickly got away from Julie and her father.
“Dad, I really have to go now, can we stop? I don’t know if I can make it back to the farm” Julie said, with a slightly whining voice.
“Surely you can hold it for another half hour? If you didn’t need to go when we started you should be able to hold it for 1.5 hours” her father said.
Julie felt herself on the verge of tears. She wasn’t going to have another accident inside this car, she just couldn’t, but it felt as though her bladder was failing her, way faster than she was used to.
“You’re sixteen now, you should be able to make it.”
As another wave came and Julie again wasn’t able to hold all of it back, she felt the warmth between her legs spreading even more; part of her thighs felt wet now, taking away any doubt about the state of her shorts; they probably had a big wet stain now, and Julie did not dare to look down now. Normally she would’ve been holding herself with both hands by now, but this time she couldn’t.
“I’ll try but I don’t know if I can make it” Julie said. You could clearly hear she was almost crying by the sound of her voice.
After 5 minutes of spurting every now and then, the occasional tear was rolling down her cheeks. “Stop crying! You have to pay attention to the road!” her father said, almost yelling. This did Julie’s situation no good; more tears started to form, and as another wave came and another trickle started between her legs, she couldn’t completely stop it. In fact, this wasn’t a wave; it didn’t go away. Julie felt the trickle going into her panties and spreading down to the back of her legs and her butt; the trickle increased and everything was warming. She looked down and saw the wet patch spreading upwards now. She could clearly see she was wetting herself again, and realized her dad could see it now too if he looked. It was a lost cause. She stopped the car as fast as she could.
“I’m sorry dad” she said through her tears. As she got her seatbelt loose, she started peeing full force. She opened the door and got out as quickly as possible, and stopped when she stood beside the vehicle, doubled over; there she finally relaxed. The dark parts of her shorts expanded quickly and soon multiple streams were falling underneath her, her shorts could not hold anything back, but she didn’t care; the pain was gone. Her pants were now soaked and lots of yellow liquid was flowing down her legs into her shoes and socks. This felt so much better! She straightened up and leaned against the car between the front and back door, completely relaxed as urine still streamed down. Her feet were getting soaked and a large puddle formed on the dried up concrete road were a stream, falling from right under her, was clattering down on it. She spread her legs to prevent anymore from going into her shoes, but it didn’t matter anymore; they were saturated. As the last bit of urine fell, now in a singular stream, into her quickly drying up puddle, she looked at herself; her shorts were completely soaked. As she stepped away from the car and her puddle she noticed her shoes were sopping wet and with every step she took pee was flowing out of them from all sides. They were passed by a car slowly, giving a boy her age in the rear seat a clear view of Julie and her soaked clothes. He dropped his jaw as he stared in amazement at a beautiful girl his age peeing herself. Julie’s tears had stopped with the distraction of her relief, but now they started again, realizing what had happened. She turned to her dad, still in the car and saw the big wet spot she had left before she could get out of the car; it looked as if she had her complete accident in there.
“I’m so sorry dad, I’m so sorry!” she said as she looked through her tears into her dad’s cold eyes.
“This is the last driving lesson you’ll get in a while” he said sternly. “Get in and drive back and that’s the last you’ll do in a while. You’ll pay for the cleaning of this seat.”
As she tried to step into the car awkwardly, her dad noticed the state of her shoes.
“Get out of your socks and shoes before you also wet the floor of my car. There’s a plastic bag in the trunk you can put them in.”
Afterwards, Julie positioned herself in the cold, wet seat. The last thing her dad said was “Dry your tears so you can see the road.” The rest of the drive there was an awkward silence. Julie now drove as fast as a Lada carrying an elephant uphill, because she was scared now her father did not give her any advice anymore. As soon as they got back Julie ran into the house, up the stairs and into the shower. She just started showering without taking her clothes off and pushed her last bit of pee out of her; only after she felt like the pee was completely washed out she removed her now dark, red shorts, her see-through white shirt and her almost see-through yellow underwear. |
And the second part of this day. I haven't started writing the next chapter yet, but I hope the interval will be a lot shorter than between chapter 2 and 3 :)
Chapter four: Saturday part II, evening and night
Julie got out of the bathroom only wearing a white towel. Walking to her room her mother noticed her. “Put your clothes in the washing machine; you shoes and socks are already there” she said.
Julie did as she was told and walked downstairs carrying her wet clothes. She passed her sister, who had a big grin on her face. “You wet yourself in the car again, sis?”
Julie’s face was now almost a tomato. After she had started the washing machine, she went back up to her room and stayed there until dinner. She changed into pairs of pink sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt with just a pair of white panties underneath. She realized it was the last pair she had packed; after these, she would only have the two pair of panties left from her accidents in the car, because they were being washed.
At dinner, the father of the house told he had already gotten both seats of the car cleaned and how much it had cost. Julie was also informed she was not allowed to go to the fun fair anymore. She just sat in silence and accepted it; she didn’t dare to look at anyone. Especially not at her grandparents, who were informed beforehand that Julie could stay dry nowadays.She now had to stay home while the rest of her family went to the fun fair, but she didn’t mind; she was too ashamed anyway, and was glad nobody would be around for a while. She would just watch a movie on her own.
That evening Julie skimmed trough her grandparents’ movie collection, all still VCR, and decided on the one that seemed the most interesting. About an hour (and two glasses of water) into the 2.5-hour movie, however, she regretted her decision; it was about the most boring movie she had ever seen. It was old, too, and there wasn’t an effect that looked anything close to real. She felt her eyelids getting heavy and fell asleep in front of the TV. She dreamed she had to pee, but the toilet kept running away from her as she chased it. She spurted a few times, and then her dream stopped to make place for other random dreams.
When Julie woke up, the movie had already stopped. “Wow, I must’ve fallen asleep” she thought. As she got up, slowly waking up she felt her bladder was rather full again. She looked down and spotted a small dark-pink patch on her sweatpants. She pulled the waist band and looked down in her pants; her bladder was bulging and her white panties had a yellowish circle on it. She felt her panties and pants and they were dry; she must’ve leaked a bit a long time ago. She realized she had to pee very badly again, and she felt a spasm in her bladder. She could just about hold on, and she jammed both hands into her crotch and doubled over. She didn’t know how this could be; she checked the time. 4 hours it had been since her accident, and again her bladder was full. Nowadays she could easily hold it for another two hours, normally, but now she couldn’t. She slowly walked towards the toilet, still doubled over, and wave after wave of desperation came onto her. The closer she came to the toilet, the more desperate she was.
She managed to get to the toilet door without leaking, but now she had to open the door now; she released her grip with one hand but she immediately buried it back into her crotch; she had to go too bad to let go. She tried an alternative; it took her three times, but she opened the door with her elbow eventually. As she walked in, the biggest wave so far came upon her, and she spurted again. Now she felt like she was going to lose it any minute! She got her hands out of her crotch to get her sweatpants down as fast as she could, but she had to cross her legs to keep it in, making it impossible to get them down completely. Being so close to the toilet made everything worse; a small trickle started to escape, and Julie quickly uncrossed her legs, yanked her pants down in panic as she lost all control and a waterfall started. She quickly sat down on the toilet, relaxed. She looked at her pants; in the short moment of lost control the pee had soaked her pants almost down to her knees. Her heart was slowing down now and she felt her butt getting wet; she hadn’t gotten her panties down with them, she realized. As she looked down, she saw herself peeing full force through her white panties. She felt defeated; not once today she had made it to the toilet. She felt really depressed, as her problems that ended a few years before seemed to come back to her. She had changed schools after the problems had disappeared, made new friends that didn’t know of all her accidents, she wasn’t teased about it anymore; she had to find a solution!
Still sitting on the toilet in disbelief of what had just happened, she heard a car coming onto the farm. She quickly got up and ran upstairs; she got her bag with dirty laundry and opened it, grossed out by the smell. She quickly undressed and put her clothes inside, got her clean, red panties, put them on and found a light-blue sleeping shirt. She went downstairs as fast as she could to not seem suspicious. As she entered the living room, she saw Kathy enter on the other side. Her sister kept her eyes focused on the ground as she passed, and Julie could see the back of her skirt; it was wet, clinging to her butt and legs.
“What happened?” Julie said.
“You’re not the only one who couldn’t hold it today” her mother answered. “Your sister has had an accident on one of the rides. I told her she shouldn’t go on it because it seemed pretty intense, but she did anyway.”
“Well, I think it’s time for you girls to go to bed. I would not want to encourage this kind of behaviour you showed us today” her father said. “Tell your sister she has to stop by us for a moment after she is done showering and then she should go straight to bed.”
Julie reluctantly started to her room; normally when she did not have to go to school she was allowed to stay up as long as she liked. Passing the bathroom she informed her sister of what her parents had just told her, and just stepped into bed. She would go to the toilet when her sister was done showering, just to be safe even though she had just peed.
Julie, tired from her short night yesterday, had almost fallen asleep when Kathy came into the room. Julie looked up, rubbing her eyes, and was happy she was still awake to use the toilet. Once outside, she realized something; was Kathy wearing a diaper? Nah, that couldn’t be; her parents did not believe in that solution after being potty trained. They always just protected the girl’s mattresses. She had probably seen it wrong from being that sleepy. Julie just went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. A light trickle of pee was all she could produce, but she was happy it was out of her; now there was less chance of having an accident that night. Once back in bed Julie quickly dozed off.
At about 4 a.m. Julie was woken suddenly; there was warmth spreading around her. She first felt her pee pouring through her panties going down over her leg onto the bed for a few seconds before she was awake enough to stop it; that was when she fully awoke. She gasped in disbelief; she had wet her bed, while she did go to the toilet only a few hours ago. She moved her blanket out of the way and got out of bed to check the damage; it wasn’t that bad, but her sheets certainly needed washing. She hadn’t completely soaked the bed, but there was a basketball-sized wet spot on her sheets. As she felt some drips rolling down her legs, Julie realized she still needed the toilet for the rest of her pee. Just as she started towards the door, she heard a loud hissing sound accompanied by a crinkling sound and a big sigh from the bed adjacent to hers; Kathy was peeing the bed too. But it sounded strange, different from what she had heard a day ago. She didn’t have time to think about it; fresh pee started trickling down her legs now. She hadn’t noticed how bad it was for her situation, and had started peeing. Julie started to run to the toilet, pee falling down as she could not hold it back anymore. As she opened the door a thick stream was falling down from under her night shirt straight onto the carpet. She ran on to the bathroom a few meters down the hall where the same happened; as she ran into the bathroom and straight to the toilet, the stream was slowing down. The last trickle of pee dribbled through her panties as she sat on the toilet. She looked down as it died out, lifted up the front of her long shirt and saw there was only a small dry patch on the front of her panties and on the hip she hadn’t been sleeping on. On the other hip and on her butt her panties as well as her shirt were soaked. Why didn’t she run to the toilet right away?
Julie realized she couldn’t hide this one. She had to confront her parents like this, while yesterday they were pretty disappointed already about her accidents coming back. She just toughed up and got up from the toilet; walked past the trail of pee and the bigger puddles she had left behind at the doors. She tried to wake up Kathy to tell her they both had an accident, but she was just fast asleep. Julie went on to inspect the damage she had done to her mattress, but when she lifted up her sister’s blanket she was surprised; all she could see was a dry bed and her sister wearing a pink shirt, which just did not cover the diaper she had underneath. Julie was shocked; her parents had never put her in diapers when she was younger. Why would they do that now to Kathy?
“What’s happening?” a sleepy voice asked. Kathy was waking up now.
“Why are you wearing diapers?” Julie asked her. “Oh, grandma complained about the mess I had left on the floor yesterday” she answered, still not fully awake. She stretched herself out and looked over at Julie, seeing her standing beside her bed in a soaked night shirt.
“Hey, did you wet your bed too?” she asked her sister. Kathy got up and looked around the room; she saw the wet sheets on Julie’s bed, and her eyes followed the trail of pee that started just next to her older sister’s bed. “Oh wow, you really made a mess.”
Julie just hanged her head low. She was past crying about her incidents. “I’m going to wake up mom now,” she said, as was her normal routine after a bedwetting.
“Oh Julie, I thought you were past this” her mother said, irritated, as she got out of bed. “Kathy has wet her bed too…” Kathy said, somehow hoping that would make it better.
“She was wearing a diaper, you probably made a bigger mess” her mom said, sighing. She saw how much of an understatement that was as she got out of her room.
“Why didn’t you just stay in bed? It was wet anyway!” Julie’s mother asked her. “I thought I could make it” Julie said. Tears were threatening to come to her eyes now, but she fought them back.
“We’re going to have to dry clean the carpet” her mother said, as she saw the second puddle behind the door of the girls’ room.
“Hi mom,” she was greeted by Kathy. “My bed is still dry!” she said happily as she walked over.
“Let’s get you changed first” mother said, “then you can go back to sleep. Julie, take a shower meanwhile and I’ll try to put some clean sheets on your bed and dry the carpet as much as possible before you are ready. We’ll see the rest tomorrow.”
Julie said nothing and undressed herself, putting her panties and shirt on her bed, as she was used to from years ago. Her mother would wash them, too. She walked to the bathroom again, this time naked, stepped over her puddle at the entrance and started to wash her wet, clammy skin clean. |
Here it is, I was happy with the first draft and didn't change anything so 'today' could've read 'in a few minutes' :)
Chapter 5: Sunday part I
A couple of hours later, Julie awoke, lying in fresh, clean sheets her mother had put on during the night. She was wearing nothing but long red shirt, because her only clean panties were still in the laundry room. She quickly assessed the state of her bladder, as she did not trust her own body anymore, but there was no need for alarm this time; she only had a slight urge. She decided it was best to use the bathroom first thing, just to be sure. When she got up, Julie noticed her sister was already out of bed. Although she was far from losing it, Julie was delighted when she released a small trickle of pee into the toilet. She had made it to the toilet for the first time in over a day. She put on a black top and a pair of black shorts and went down for breakfast, trying to make sure nobody would notice she wasn’t wearing panties beneath.
After breakfast, with the usual coffee and juice, Julie had a hard talk about bladder control and how her grandparents felt about her creating wet stains all over the carpet between her bed and the bathroom. When the solution was mentioned, the tears that had been welling up started slowly rolling down her face; she would have to wear a diaper too, for the last night. Her grandparents did not feel like having any more stains on the carpet upstairs.
Julie got very distraught from this; she was constantly reminded of her accidents. If it wasn’t for the thought of having to wear a diaper tonight, it was from the strange feeling from her shorts against her skin where normally her panties would have been. She did like the feel of it but she did not want anyone to discover that she was in shortage of panties, so she decided to get her clothes from the laundry room.
There was a rack from which Julie’s and Kathy’s clothes hung to dry. Julie selected the dry clothes and moved it to the girls’ room. Her red panties and her shirt from last night were still drying. In her room she put on her yellow panties and promised to herself she would keep these dry.
She decided to distract herself from her current feelings by reading. That always helped her to slip away from reality, and for that very reason Julie decided to empty her bladder before she started again. She did not manage to get a lot out, since she had gone to the toilet just before breakfast. She went outside, laid down a towel on the grass to not get her clothes dirty, laid down in the sun and started reading. As she had nothing to worry about now regarding her bladder, Julie soon found herself lost in the story once again. After an hour or two of reading, she started to have a bit of a headache and a dry throat, so she went inside to fill up a half liter bottle of water and went back to reading once again, sipping water constantly to get rid of that parched feeling. After a while, it must’ve been about half an hour, she went back inside to fill the bottle up again because she still was not feeling hydrated enough. Again Julie got back to reading as fast as she could as she was still lost in the other world created by the author.
Only when the main female protagonist in Julie’s book went on a date and barely made it to the bathroom after dinner in a restaurant and a movie afterwards, creating a hilarious situation, Julie noticed her own need she had neglected while being away from reality; the water bottle was empty again, and the contents now filled up her bladder rapidly. Knowing the events of the last few days, Julie knew she had to go to the toilet now before she was lost in the story once again. She got up and went inside. Walking made her notice the fullness of her bladder even more; she really needed a toilet, but it wasn’t as bad as some previous cases this weekend. She went inside the house, through the kitchen where Julie’s mother just started making tea. The sound of water filling up the kettle sparked a reaction in the girl’s bladder; as she walked from the kitchen into the living room, a wave of desperation suddenly came over her and she had to stop for a moment. Julie buried both her hands into her crotch and did a small potty dance, hopping from foot to foot to remain in control. Both her hands pushing and rubbing hard into her private parts gave some relief and some sexual pleasure as she also rubbed her clit.
“Oh my, you’d better hurry to the toilet before you’ll need a change again, sweetie” she heard her grandmother say, who was watching TV. “Uhm, yeah, I will” Julie said, as her face reddened.
She was embarrassed of her grandmother speaking to her in that childish way; she was an adult now, but she couldn’t blame her grandma for that, given her recent history. Another urge came over her as she was distracted by this, and she almost lost control again, but managed to hold on by dancing some more and putting more pressure on her intimate parts with her hands from the outside of her clothes. Now she was really desperate again; she had to keep one hand between her legs as she sped through the hallway towards the toilet. Luckily, Julie saw the door was unlocked; she would find relief soon! Knowing this, another urge came over her and her bladder muscles started to contract with the information of pending relief, but she knew she could hold on if she just walked on and got her clothes down as soon as possible.
However, as Julie opened the door she was in for quite the surprise; Kathy was sitting on the toilet. Her sister looked up in surprise and horror, as she realized what she had forgotten. Kathy sat there, with her jeans around her ankles and white cotton panties still covering her private parts. In surprise, Julie’s bladder released a two-second spurt; her bladder had thought she would be on the toilet right now, and started to contract more violently. As Julie’s other hand came to the rescue to stop her bladder from emptying, she saw her sister’s panties getting wet; at first slowly, around her most private area, making it see-through.
“Go away! Leave me alone!” Kathy screamed as her face got the reddest Julie had ever seen it. Kathy quickly closed her legs and put her hands on her white panties, trying to stop the flow that had just begun, but it was of no use; once started, Kathy’s bladder started emptying faster and faster. After a few seconds of shifting on the toilet, Julie heard drops falling into the water and a hissing sound getting louder and louder. Kathy gave up, knowing her sister had seen it anyway, and removed her now wet hands from her soaked crotch; Kathy started peeing full force through her panties into the toilet. Her white panties now became completely soaked and Julie could see the liquid, with a slight hint of yellow, forcefully pushing through the material of her sister’s most intimate piece of clothing.
“Wha… w… what are you doing? Why… ” Julie stammered, as she felt another spurt escape, dampening the crotch of her black shorts. Seeing her sister pee herself and now hearing a loud hissing sound hitting her panties, along with a full stream falling down into the water beneath her was too much for Julie. Her bladder released another spurt, and another. She still tried to stop the flow long enough until she could use the toilet, but she knew full well she had almost zero chance of making it now. Kathy’s forceful peeing didn’t seem to stop for quite some time, and Julie’s bladder thought it was time. As she rubbed her private parts, Julie was shaking and dancing trying to win a losing battle; warmth spread around her crotch, momentarily making her feel good as it warmed her clit, which was swelling up due to the rubbing, but as her hands got wetter and wetter and the warm wetness flowed down her thighs it got replaced by shame; she was wetting herself once again.
Julie gave up; she knew it was hopeless now. She spread her legs and removed her hands, hoping it wouldn’t flow down into her shoes and socks. Now she started peeing full force and the small room was filling with an additional hissing sound of Julie’s pee escaping her body and flowing through her shorts. Just above her knees, where the shorts stopped, a few drips fell down to the ground before a steady stream formed, first falling down from her right leg, after which her left leg followed suit. The streams falling down on the tiles overpowered the sound of Kathy’s pee falling towards the water through her panties. As the two puddles under Julie formed and got bigger and bigger, she felt small trickles going down her lower legs. More and more trickles were escaping from the main streams as her pee flowed harder and harder, and making the wetness on the legs of her shorts spread in all directions. Julie looked down to see her lower legs now glistening with the trickles of pee going down into her socks; it hadn’t worked. Her socks were getting soaked from all directions and her shoes started filling up, as the flow from her bladder slowly decreased in intensity. The puddles had joined forces and were still spreading from the thick streams falling down in it. Kathy had to quickly pull her legs up, preventing Julie’s pee from wetting her socks and jeans. As the thick streams falling from Julie also decreased, they started going down her lower legs and made sure her shoes were completely overflowing with her pee. As the last trickles warmed Julie’s panties and pants, all that could be heard were the drops falling down into the water from both girls, Julie’s falling down from her shorts into her puddle below, and Kathy’s from her soaked panties into the toilet.
“Julie? Were you too late again?” the girls heard their grandmother yell from down the hallway. Footsteps indicated people coming over to check. Kathy pulled down her panties a bit, wrung them out as well and quickly as she could and pulled them back up again, and pulled up her pants over them while standing up and quickly jumping towards the only dry piece of tile left in the toilet, out of her sisters’ puddle, legs slightly parted to prevent her panties from wetting her jeans as much as possible. Just in time for the girls’ mother and grandmother standing in the door opening. All they saw was one very wet girl and one dry girl apart from her socks, which had gotten wet in the process.
“Julie wet herself again! She couldn’t wait until I was done!” Kathy said. Julie, baffled by what she had just seen from her sister, didn’t know what to say and only managed to mutter some indistinguishable words. A tear started rolling down her red cheeks.
“Oh, Julie, why didn’t you go earlier? You’ve been lying just outside the house for 3 hours!” Julie’s mother said.
In her confusion, Julie just ran away, upstairs to the bathroom where she could shower and be alone, without the judging eyes from her elders. She needed to get clean again and process what had just happened. She really didn't need to go that badly when she got up; the water in the kettle and her grandma’s remark made it a bit harder, but when her bladder thought it would get relief but instead she saw her little sister peeing through her panties on the toilet she couldn’t handle it anymore. But the most confusing thing was that her sister was just sitting on the toilet for a few seconds, with dry panties, before she started peeing. And she hadn’t seen her going into the toilet; she must’ve been there for a long enough time to pull them down. Why didn't she? And why was Julie’s clit still slightly swollen in excitement? And why was her pee not the only fluid that ended up in her panties? It must be because she hasn't pleasured herself for almost a week and had started to miss it. |
Especially for the 38-month anniversary of this story. Or just because that's today by coincidence. Or to give some people a pleasant surprise this holiday season. Pick one.
There was one in 2014. It would be a close call if there would be one in 2015. But, in a sentence that is recipe for disappointment in certain other situations: I made it
Yes, it truly is the case.
AN UPDATE.
I'm such a fast writer.
Chapter 6: Sunday part II
Luckily for Julie, her mom was right on top of the laundry, wanting to cause the least possible burden on Julie’s grandparents. When she entered the laundry room, she saw her nightshirt and panties hanging to dry, alongside the sheets that used to be around her bed. The shorts and panties she had wet earlier today may have been a bit little to justify a whole laundry program; that is why she added the black top she had worn when it happened, and selected the shortest program available. She couldn’t have added some of her other laundry; for that her mom needed to find out about at least one other accident, since she would probably see. She had to wash her clothes as soon as possible; right now, she wore nothing beneath her pleated black mini-skirt, and had to get the still slightly damp red panties; they would dry quickly once on. She wore the same loose white top she did when the family arrived. She also took her also still damp night shirt with her to avoid any suspicion; her panties could not be the only thing gone. Upstairs she laid it out on her bed as well as she could, so that it would dry as much as possible. Julie was getting ready for the picnic in the woods her family wanted to go on.
When she finally came downstairs, the rest of the family was ready to go. Julie’s face went red at the mere sight of her family; she was really ashamed of her accidents by now, and didn’t dare to say a word. At the door, she got her firm black walking shoes. She tried to be as invisible as she could; she lagged behind a bit, hoping nobody would strike up a conversation with her. Julie started to feel depressed, and just wanted to be alone, but she had to tag along, though; she wanted to maintain the image of her normal self; the less focus on her, the better. That also meant trying to behave like she normally would, not to seem abnormal. The walk towards the designated picnic site took them along the same route Julie had walked when she first wanted to clear her head from the accident in the car, and it didn’t take long before she could see the general location in the nearby cornfield where she had her second accident that weekend; that one seemed so long ago and so trivial by now, even though it had been just two days. She tried hard not to let it get the better of her; she had to distract herself from those feelings of hopelessness. Maybe it was just a temporal setback, but she had tried so hard to finally succeed in getting rid of her frequent accidents four years ago and most of her night-time accidents two years ago, and suddenly this weekend was the worst it had ever been since she was potty trained at six. Her lifetime fear of being permanently incontinent came back, and she felt just as depressed as she used to around the time she started puberty. She wiped away one tear that almost rolled down her cheek and managed to get it together again; distraction would be key for now, and she decided to look away from the cornfield into the forest, trying to spot animals living their normal life.
The rest of the walk she managed to successfully ignore her family and vice versa. Julie hadn’t even noticed her sister. She was wearing the same clothes as the first day (her pink and white skirt with a black and white striped tight top) and had been walking with a picnic basket in one hand, and her other hand pressing into her crotch for quite some time now. Once they reached the picnic site (a small clearing in the forest), Julie’s grandparents laid down a big blanket, on which Julie’s parents and sister put down the food they had brought. Julie sat down with her legs closed to the side, and saw her sister being mindless as ever with her cross-legged position, right across of her. She could see right under her sister’s skirt, and accidentally saw what was beneath; yellowish panties that used to be white. Julie assumed she was still wearing the same panties from earlier today. When Kathy put a hand down her crotch, pushing her skirt down, Julie realized she had been inappropriately staring, and also she noticed her sister was holding herself and her legs were trembling. The girls’ grandma poured tea in a few cups and handed them to everyone. After a few sips, Kathy suddenly jumped up, only minutes after sitting down, said “uh oh” and ran past Julie towards the trees behind her. Running, she hiked up her skirt and as soon as she passed the first tree, she squatted down, with her back towards the rest of the family, who could only see a thick stream falling from under their youngest member, along with the sound of her pee hitting the soil. Her skirt was just covering her bum from their point of view. After little over half a minute, the stream slowed down to multiple trickles and soon only drops were falling down. As Kathy stood up, the staring Julie could just see the soaked white panties and a last trickle falling through them, followed by only drops slowly making their way down her sister’s legs as she positioned her skirt back in place. After Kathy sat back down again, this time just beside the blanket, the awkward silence was broken by her mother.
“Did you remember to pack extra panties?”
“No, I didn’t but it’ll dry” Kathy just answered.
“You have to be careful with things like this, sweetie, I don’t want you to get a UTI. If you’re not wearing a diaper I want you to bring spare panties” her mother said in a loving voice.
Kathy just shrugged and drank the rest of her tea. Julie was once again amazed by how little her little sister cared about her accidents, and she also seemed to have more of them here, just like herself. Maybe it’s something in the air, Julie thought, as she took a sip from the cup of tea her grandma just handed her.
Julie’s mother tried to get her involved in the family conversation several times, but she had no success. Julie managed to keep her reactions to one sentence or less. She wanted to be alone so badly, why did they have to do this now? They haven’t done much with everyone yet this weekend, so she could understand, but right now she did not want any of it. The only conversation she was really involved in was right at the moment everyone was going back to the house.
“Julie, are you coming too?” the grandmother asked when Julie was still standing about at the picnic-site. The rest of the family was almost at the main path, standing still and waiting for her.
“Ehmmmm, I wanna walk through the woods a bit by myself” Julie answered.
“But we were planning to play some games! You used to love that!” her mother tried.
“Well, I don’t today. I just want to be alone,” Julie answered grumpily, trying to mask the tremble in her voice.
“Okay then, you’re not going to be much of a joy this way anyway. Just don’t make it too long and be safe! Do you have your phone with you?” her mother said.
“Yes, of course!” Julie said, involuntarily snapping at her mother.
“Okay, you clearly need to walk something off. Try to be a bit nicer when you come back” her mother said, a bit annoyed.
Julie didn’t answer that, and didn’t need to because the rest had started moving. Julie started moving in the other direction. She did not dare to look back at her family, because if someone else would look around they could see the tears on her face. After five minutes of walking she felt safe and alone enough, and she sat down on the ground with her knees pulled up right in front of her. She was now further from the house of her grandparents than she had been on Friday. She let her tears go, put her arms over her knees and laid her head on them. She sobbed for a few minutes in this position before she regained herself a bit, still feeling depressed but at least not sobbing anymore. After a few minutes of sitting there with only the occasional tear escaping her red eyes, she realized the ‘be safe’-part of what her mother said. An eighteen year old girl sitting on the ground crying alone in the woods wasn’t the safest thing, so she walked through the trees over to the cornfield she walked through two days ago so she was shielded from any onlooker. Also, she had a slight hint of a filling bladder, and in the cornfield she would have the freedom to squat down and pee whenever.
She walked further than necessary into the field. She wanted to reach the middle to be as alone as possible, and her bladder should still be able to make it that far easily, since she did not need to go that badly yet. However, the corn was so high this time of year there was no way to know how far exactly she had walked. After a few minutes, something in the atmosphere changed. There was a pleasant smell in the background coming from somewhere, and Julie started following where she thought it came from. She was on the right track; it was getting stronger. Just after she noticed the increased intensity, she could see a clearing started only a few metres away. Strange, she could definitely not have reached the other side yet. Curiosity replacing her angst, she walked on and stepped into the clearing. What she saw there was completely unexpected; a field of maybe 20 by 20 metres completely filled with plants that reached about the height of her breasts with beautiful purple flowers, facing diagonally downwards. Around the field of flowers was a clearing of 2 metres in every direction. This seemed to be here for a reason. Somehow, she started to feel happy. She didn’t know how or why, but it was something about these flowers. Everything smelled like vanilla and cherry, maybe with a hint of cinnamon in the background. She felt like her mind was in a haze as she walked over to the nearest flower. She turned one of the downwards facing flowers towards her face and brought her face towards the flower before inhaling deeply through her nose.
This smelled awesome! She suddenly was in another world, she felt all her senses tingling and in her head she felt something she hadn’t felt before. It came close to that one time she had tried weed, but this was way better. A sort of peace came over her, as if all of her stress was alleviated at that moment and her body relaxed. It felt like her muscles did not have to work anymore, but her body became lighter. The sound of the birds and the crickets that otherwise made a constant noise was somehow cancelled out and all she could hear was her own breathing. She closed her eyes, her sight was blurred anyway, and stood there in total bliss. She felt a peaceful warmth spreading through her body and as it reached the area between her legs, she wanted nothing else than to touch herself there. She pulled the front of her skirt up with her left hand and moved her right hand towards her crotch. Her right hand encountered a stream of liquid falling from it, but she just wanted to touch herself. Her hand continued on and started rubbing as it touched the fabric that was between her legs. It wasn’t even sexual; she just felt like she had to touch herself there, and she barely felt anything between her legs but it was still where her hand was supposed to be. Slowly the fog in her head was lifting. She opened her eyes and saw her sight was slightly less blurred. The sound of her breathing was now joined by liquid splattering on the ground and a hissing sound. As the tingling sensation faded, she started feeling liquid running down her legs before she felt the wet fabric between her legs against her privates and her index and middle finger running over her clit. Then came the familiar feeling of an emptying bladder and only now her head was clear enough to realize what she was doing. She looked down and saw she was holding her skirt up, enough so she could see her red panties and the dark red part of it that covered about 3 quarters of the fabric that she could see. Below that, she was still stroking her clit with two fingers of a hand covered in streams of urine going down to the ground. Behind her hand, a stream of pee was running down, connecting both her legs because her feet were still standing close to each other. Her shoes were overflowing with pee. Where she stood, the ground that had been dry for two weeks was turned from light-grey to dark grey as it finally got some moisture. She managed to stop the flow now the pressure was almost gone and it died down slowly. All the while, Julie just stood there, looking at her accident calmly. She wasn’t upset; she couldn’t even tell if she cared that she just soaked her panties, socks and shoes or not. She was just accepting it calmly. She moved her hand out of the way and watched the final spurts coming through her panties and flowing down her legs. As she stood there, with pee still constantly dripping, she could even say she was happy for the first time this weekend. Peeing herself was just the price she had to pay for the complete relaxation this flower brought her.
She walked back towards the corn, away from the wet spot on the ground, leaving a trail of drops and wet footsteps on the dry ground. She got out of her shoes and emptied them along the line where the cornfield started. She positioned them on the ground a metre further, out of the shadow of the corn. Her wet socks also left marks on the ground. She peeled them off and laid them down beside her shoes to dry. She walked towards another plant this time, put her bare feet half a metre apart, put her right hand under her skirt and on her wet panties. Her left hand turned the flower towards her face and she smelled it again. Bliss came over her again. Her body was light again. She stood there, rubbing her wet panties again, with her eyes closed. Only later she would find out about the trickle falling down from those wet panties as her bladder relaxed and released the final bit of urine that had stayed in there after she stopped the flow. |
So, apparently I'm making up for the lack of updates now. I write best when I've got way more pressing things to do. I've managed to give important plot information in the most boring but also realistic way I could think of, and worked hard for it :).
Chapter 7: Sunday part III
Julie sat on the dry ground. She had been here for over two hours now, and she was feeling just great. Her shoes were still soaked, but her socks and panties were drying quickly. After the second time she had smelled one of the flowers, she noticed a small wet patch on the ground between her feet, while she did not even have to go at that point. Obviously, since she went in her panties just before that. But the new warmth she felt in the crotch of her panties had confirmed what happened, so she quickly learned to lay her panties to dry instead of keeping them on if she was planning on having another sniff. By now she had learned that if there was enough in her bladder to get something out while sniffing these flowers, it would come out. No use in stopping the flow if possible, with the next sniff the pee she held back would just come out. Only if her bladder was empty or nearly empty, she would make it through the experience dry, she learned from testing. But she didn’t mind; the whole experience after sniffing a flower from nearby and even being in the presence of this wonderful scent in the background was worth it. She sat there, in the sun, showing she was going commando to only the flowers in front of her and admiring the several wet patches on the ground, some almost dry, some still clearly marked. She just hoped her shoes would dry before the sun disappeared behind the trees, but she didn’t worry too much. If someone would find out, she could just say she had an accident. This weekend had been full of them anyways. It had been half an hour since her last sniff, but she felt like she was at the height of her feelings; she did not need another one. She let her upper body fall backwards and blissfully looked at the sky, appreciating the birds that flew over. She put an arm under her head and was overcome with relaxation. Quickly, she dozed off.
Julie woke up, feeling completely refreshed. She pushed herself up with her arms towards a sitting position. As her legs moved over the fabric of her skirt, she felt it was wet. Inspecting the damage, she found that since her skirt had ridden up a bit while sleeping, only the lower part of the back had absorbed liquid, just a little over the size of a baseball. The rest had run into the cracks of the dried out earth beneath her bum. She reckoned the whiff of the plants must’ve affected her in her sleep too. No biggie. She touched the hem of her skirt and found it felt like it was fresh. Her panties and socks seemed to be dry, but when she felt the thick material inside her shoes, it became clear they weren’t going to be dry anytime soon; pressing it still made liquid seep out and wet her hand. At least she was going to wait to go back until her skirt was dry again, but she would have to carry her shoes. She sat down beside the wet patch she had made on the ground and looked around. She could not locate any of her other wet patches; the only proof of her previous accidents were the shoes. Her panties also showed a line on both sides where the urine had ended after that first accident, but when she puts them back on again it’s nobody’s business to see what is between her legs. She wasn’t going to put them back on soon, though. She scooted over to the flowers and pulled up her skirt so that it wasn’t covering any of her ass anymore, and bended a stem so the flower moved right into her face. She sat there, eyes closed, on the ground, naked from the hip down with a smile on her face. Before long, pee poured out of her down into the ground and slightly spreading around her, wetting her legs and butt. A hand moved down towards her privates again. She rubbed and rubbed, and kept on rubbing as she slowly regained her sober mind shortly before climaxing. She let herself be heard; nobody was around anyway. This plant also seemed to make her horny. When she was done, she repositioned herself on a dry piece of ground and re-examined the state of her skirt; still soaking wet of course.
She checked the time on the phone that just fit into one of the two small pockets in the front of her skirt. Wow, 6 ‘o clock already. Dinner would probably be ready in an hour, as always at her grandparents. She would have to leave soon. She started rubbing the back of her skirt to speed up the drying process. As she remembered how much this plant had changed her mood, she started to wonder about the plant; what is the name, why does the smell affect me so much, why is there a field of them within her grandparents’ cornfield? She decided to activate the data connection on her phone. She ignored the countless messages that came in and went straight to a search engine, typing the characteristics she could think of:
‘purple flower yellow happy tripping pee yourself’
The first result was the Wikipedia page, but the second result piqued her interest:
Meconopisis minginvitus (purple poppy) – Index of psychedelic plants
https://www.psychoactivity.org/minginvitusMeconopisis minginvitus is a species of poppy known as purple poppy. The… …due to its psychoactive traits… …numerous yellow stamens… …resulting in the voiding of the bladder…
missing: happy
She clicked the link and started reading.
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Meconopsis minginvitusMeconopisis minginvitus is a species of poppy known as purple poppy. The plant is native to the Himalayan region, but has since its discovery been successfully cultivated in a variety of environments after its popularization and subsequent mystification in Western Europe and North America at the end of the 19th century, mainly due to its psychoactive traits. The plant is also associated with mental healing and alleviation of stress, but scientific consensus is lacking.
The purple poppy is easily recognizable. The flower consists of bright purple petals, numerous yellow stamens and a pistil consisting of a red style and blue stigma. The flower hangs downwards from the top of the stem. When flowering, the purple poppy can reach heights of 120 centimetres. The leaves are long, sit directly on the stem, alternately attached, and are directed upwards. The plant bears flowers for about two months a year, normally in May and June. History of cultivationThe plant was first described by Royle in 1834. Back then it only grew in the scarcely populated Phobjikha valley of Bhutan and was believed to possess some form of divinity by the local population. It was their belief that the plant was restricted to the valley and it was against their customs to remove a specimen or its seeds out of the valley. This was respected by Royle, but the manuscript he wrote while residing in and observing the culture of the valley attracted travellers from Europe who often did not. Soon the plant appeared in gardens of the nobility and became a symbol of status and its use was reserved for special occasions. Contrary to expectations, the plant was found to be well-adapted to a wide range of conditions and spread rapidly in the last decade of the 19th century. It lost its status as a symbol of wealth and was now also used by the working class. Because of this, combined with some of the adverse effects described below, most of the nobility had stopped using the plant around the turn of the century, and governments started banning cultivation, sometimes cracking down hard on its use as a psychoactive drug, making it disappear from public life in less than ten years.
The plant had a brief second popularity surge in both Western Europe and North America during the late sixties and early seventies and became known under the abbreviation p-p. Some of the old myths about spiritual healing surrounding the plant resurfaced in the hippie culture, and many started cultivating the plant again. Despite still being banned, little action was undertaken to stop this trend at the time and due to unwillingness to crack down again, cultivation and use was tolerated and in many cases the ban was lifted. Halfway through the seventies, however, the plant had become stigmatized because of its users and side effects, and after the decline of hippie culture it went back into obscurity. Since then, scientific research has cleared up some of the mysteries surrounding the plant, while others have prevailed without explanation or confirmation.
The plant is relatively unknown nowadays, but it is cultivated in low quantities in many different places around the world. Because of the timing and the location of the flower’s popularity as well as the timing of the bans, the theory about it playing a large part in establishing peace in Europe is prominent under advocates of the plant. This theory, however, is just based on a correlation instead of actual research. Sceptics of this theory like to point out that though peace was established within Europe during the period in which the plant was mostly cultivated, European nations still fought numerous wars in other continents against other nations, and there is no reason to believe the leaders of nations were affected by the plant. Human applications and effects StemThe stem contains an oily substance that has been associated with spiritual and physical healing. Legend says that when applied directly to the skin, it can speed up the healing process and prevent infections. Research has shown the oil has a weak anti-bacterial effect which explains the prevention of infections, though modern anti-bacterial substances are more effective. Speeding up of the healing process apart from this has not been clinically shown.
A completely unconfirmed myth is the spiritual healing power the oil is claimed to have when consumed orally. Because of this myth, it has been used as cooking oil during the periods in which the plant’s popularity surged. Though it is impossible to prove or disprove the claim of spiritual healing, research into the oil has shown it to have no side effects. FlowerFrom the petals, pistil and stamens a strong aroma arises commonly described to be in between the smell of vanilla and cherry. Inhaling the smell of the flower induces a temporary increase in serotonin production and a psychoactive response, normally gone within a few minutes. Inhaling smoke from burning dried parts of the flower causes the effects to stay for longer at a slightly lower intensity and slowly wear off over two to three hours. During this time, the nervous system is affected and a tingling sensation all over the body is reported by users, as well as a slight relaxation of the muscles. Though in general these effects are not severe, they can be locally. In females, some muscles in the lower abdomen relax more than others, and some nerves around that region can stop receiving signals altogether, not uncommonly resulting in the voiding of the bladder.
Because not a single chemical has been found responsible, a yet unknown combination of chemicals exuded by the flower is thought to be the cause of these effects. For the disparity in male and female reaction, several yet unconfirmed hypotheses exist; it could be caused by a combination between the chemicals coming from the flower and locally produced protein coded for by a gene located on the X-chromosome that needs to be homozygous to work or is prevented from working by a gene located on the Y-chromosome. The effect of the chemicals could also be prevented by such a locally produced protein coded for by a gene on the Y-chromosome, if the chemicals exuded by the plant have such a strong difference in local effects of themselves. LeavesThe leaves also have a slightly weaker and slightly different aroma, described as a combination between vanilla and cinnamon. This smell is largely ineffective. Eating the leaves, however, promotes serotonin production and the same tingling sensation and relaxation of the muscles as the smell of the flower but for a longer period, including the same male/female disparity. Because many like the taste, leaves are often dried and cut up to use as herbs for cooking or making tea, which is found to mitigate the effects on the nerves, muscles and serotonin levels, but does not completely eradicate them. The taste can be described as a sweeter version of cinnamon. RootIn contrast to the stem, flower and leaves, the root was not used by the original population of the Phobjikha valley since it was their belief the plant got its divine powers via the root in the soil. Europeans later found that the root contains the strongest psychoactive substances; eating 8-10 grams of purple poppy-root is believed to have similar effects as 3-4 grams of Psilocybe cubensis (a psychedelic mushroom). This does however diminish female bladder control for the entirety of the psychedelic experience. Long-term effectsNo possibility for physical addiction has been shown yet, but mental addiction can become a problem when using an application of the flower or root more than once per week. Females should take extra care due to the disparity in effects on the nerves and muscles. After using the root, flower or fresh leaves, a refractory period of two weeks is recommended to prevent deteriorating bladder capacity and control over time. Though no effect is permanent, urinary incontinence caused by the purple poppy can be severe and depending on the severity, body specifics and age of the user it can take up to a year to recover. In case of the use of dried leaves, a maximum of two instances of no more than 5 grams per week is recommended. More instances or higher doses have been associated with prolonged urinary incontinence.
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Julie’s mind was dazzled. She did recognize the effects of smelling the flower clearly, but there was so much more to it. She wanted to try out more of this plant, but this was the first time she has ever seen it. It would likely be months before she would return here, and by then the flowers would not be there anymore. They were leaving tomorrow; she had to find a way to get some of these flowers, leaves and roots with her to dry them at home. She had no means to take anything with her now, so she had to return here with some storage space. Moreover, dinner would start in half an hour now, and she figured she was at least a 15-minute walk away. The last words rung in her mind though; the plant she was now so excited about could cause her lifetime fear to become reality. She had to take care. Julie got up, put her phone away in her skirt-pocket and stuffed her dry but urine-stained socks in the other one. She slid her now slightly stiff panties back on and carried her shoes. The hem of her skirt was still damp, but since it was black it was barely visible. As she was about to step out of the clearing and into the cornfield again, she couldn’t resist. She slid her panties off again, walked over to the nearest plant, parted her legs in advance and sniffed. Only moments later the ground beneath her darkened again, but Julie was in nirvana again.
“Okay, that was the last time for this week, even if I manage to take some home” Julie thought as she was now definitively walking towards the house through the cornfield. She had to prevent this from resulting in incontinence. She looked forward to smoking it, since that seemed to give the same but prolonged effect without having to use more. She also was looking forward to exploring the roots. “No, wait, I have to stop thinking about it constantly!” she thought when she noticed her trail of thoughts going again. She was distracted by the ringing of her phone. It was her mother of course, overly worried as always.
“Hi mom!” she answered the phone happily.
“Oh thank goodness! I was getting worried. I was hoping you’d call sometime. Where are you? Dinner’s almost ready and you have been away all of the afternoon!” her mom said, somewhat rattling.
“Haha, relax Mom, I’m okay. I just needed some alone time. I’m already on my way, I’ll be there in a few minutes” Julie said.
“Wow, you sound much happier than you did before honey! Did you do a spirit walk or something?”
“Something like that. See you soon!”
Julie reached the house indeed just a few minutes later and figured out that the field of purple poppy wasn’t far from where she had wet herself on Friday. To her luck, she found nobody at the front of the house; she didn’t have to explain why she was barefooted and carrying her walking shoes. She just put them against the heater in the hall and quickly went upstairs, avoiding the family she could hear talking in the kitchen and living room, careful not to make a sound. She traded the dirty socks for a pair of clean ones, putting the stained ones in with her stash of hidden clothes from the weekend. She felt her skirt again, and rubbed it some more to make it just a little bit drier before going down to face her family. Content with the result, she went down into the hall and walked back over to the door she left intentionally open before, and slammed it shut. She went through the door into the kitchen and was just in time as dinner was just being served.
“See, nothing to worry about, I’m always amply on time” Julie joked at her mother, who just laughed at it.
During dinner, Julie noticed the familiar taste of her grandmother’s cooking. Suddenly she realised; it tasted a bit like cinnamon, and if she really tried hard she could notice a hint of vanilla in the background. And as she sat there she had a stunning realization; she was cooking with dried leaves from the purple poppy! She started counting back to find out how old they would’ve been in the late sixties; if she was not mistaken, her grandfather must’ve turned 19 and her grandmother 18 in 1965! These are perfect ages to have been part of the hippie movement that started in the years after that. It all made sense, apart from the fact that she could never see her grandparents as hippies. They seem way too normal for that, but she had to find out.
At the end of dinner, the dishes were moved to the counter for later care. First they would drink some tea in the living room, as was often the case here. As Julie took the first sip from the still hot tea, she noticed the same taste of cinnamon and vanilla. The latter one came out better in the tea, she thought. It reminded her of a question she had wanted to ask, trying to keep her investigation as innocent as possible.
“Grandma, I was wondering, could you show me pictures from when you were my age? I want to know how you looked back then” Julie said.
“Well, I don’t know, I would have to dig it up,” answered her grandmother.
“Pleeeaaase?” Julie said, in her sweetest voice possible. She knew she couldn’t resist that.
“Oh alright, I’ll try to find some photo albums.”
After everyone had finished their tea, Julie’s grandma went to the attic and when she returned, only Julie was left sitting in the living room. Her parents said they already knew most of those pictures from that period grandma told all her life stories multiple times and went outside together with grandpa to enjoy the evening sun. Kathy just wanted to play on her Gameboy, and her parents convinced her to at least sit outside with them when she did.
Grandma started browsing through one of the photo albums, telling all kinds of stories typical of the early and mid-sixties. The album was labelled ’1962-1967’, and Julie regretted not asking for how her grandma had looked when she was a few years older. Still, she could enjoy seeing some of the similarities between them, her mother and herself. She had almost the same expressions as Julie in staged pictures. There wasn’t anything else than staged pictures though, so it became dull rather quickly. She had to continue to pretend to be interested though, if she was to find out more.
After half an hour, they had finally finished the photo album.
“Can we look at the album from 1968 and on? I want to see how I’m going to look!” Julie said, trying to be as legitimately interested as she could.
“Are you sure I won’t bore you too much?”
“No, you won’t! I want to see!”
Of course her grandmother conceded, and soon they were browsing through a photo album called ’1968-1972’. With every picture, she looked happier and hippier; with another turned page, flowers started to appear in her hair and her dresses now also featured flowers; she sure looked like she was a hippy. When Julie commented on this, her grandma just had a mysterious grin on her face that said ‘you don’t know anything about me’.
Somewhere in the part that said ‘1969’, a picture particularly struck Julie; they were still black and white, but in a picture where she was wearing a presumably white, or maybe beige, dress with flowers, sported a wide smile and wore a crown of plants, it sure looked like the now 22 year old woman was holding a poppy. The colour was of course unclear.
Grandma turned that page quicker than others, but Julie was already intrigued. She didn’t say anything though.
They browsed through the pictures of her grandma in a typical Volkswagen bus, and her lying in a grass field and kissing a typical hippy guy that had already been in several pictures. He had straight long hair and he turned out to be her grandfather. She couldn’t fathom this guy was the same person as the one now sitting outside the window, and grandma smiled as she saw her daughter looking confused as she compared the two.
After they were done with the album, Grandma was going to do the dishes. Julie volunteered to bring the pictures back up to the attic (“so you don’t have to get up all those stairs”) and promised her to help her out with the dishes afterwards.
There was one thing Julie just had to check when she was up in the attic; she saw at least one picture hidden behind the picture with the poppy. As she browsed to the page in question, she saw there where definitely more than one. Interested, she got the whole bunch of them out. The first one she knew already, of her grandmother at 22 standing alone in a green field with the flower in her hand, but in the second one her suspicions got confirmed even more; she held the flower directly against her face and her eyes were closed. The next one, she had lowered her left arm in which she held the flower and she had an even bigger smile than usual on her face. Turning another picture, it looked like liquid was falling under her dress. The next picture was even more explicit, with her right hand now resting on her dress between her legs and a dark visible on the front of her dress around that hand. The next one, she had her eyes open again and the spot on her dress had increased in a downward direction, and if she concentrated she could see the grass around her bare feet had numerous drops on it. Looking back at the first picture, it was dry. Julie couldn’t believe this; she had kept pictures of wetting herself while getting high on a purple poppy? As she turned another picture, she got slightly uncomfortable as she saw the girl happily posing for the camera in her wet dress, and the next one made her even more uncomfortable, as she had hiked up her dress and showed her panties underneath, that were obviously wet between her legs. There were still two pictures to go but she quickly put them back. Blood had rushed to her face as she was kind of ashamed of what she had just seen her grandmother doing in her youth.
After she saw the red in her face had disappeared enough through the mirror in the upstairs bathroom, Julie went downstairs to fulfil her promise of helping out with the dishes.
“Oh, you’re back? Thank you for getting them back upstairs, those stairs into the attic are getting more dangerous as I get older,” her grandmother said. Next to her, several dishes were ready to dry off and put back into their place. Julie started doing this, but soon realized she didn’t know where half of the clean dishes should go, so they switched tasks.
“You’re being so helpful today! I wish you were like this all weekend. To be honest, you weren’t nice company until earlier today” her grandma said.
“Yeah, I guess I just needed to be alone for a while,” Julie said, bending the truth a bit.
“Well I’m glad you – oooh, honey…” Grandma changed tones dramatically as she turned around from putting some plates back into the closet. “You should’ve said something if you had to go that bad!”
Julie was confused, but not for long. She felt her feet get wet, and with a shriek she stepped back from the hot water she had been keeping her hands in, and let the frying pan she was washing fall in it, while some of the dirty water in the pan splashed onto her white shirt. Looking down, she saw urine running down her legs again.
“I… I… I did dn’t f-feel anything, I didn’t feel it coming, it just happened!” she said, as pee was pouring out of her. She stood there, flustered by what just happened. Now she could feel her bladder emptying, her stream hitting her panties and warming her crotch, but before she had just been peeing herself without even feeling it. Her stream died down soon, and she knew from the modest size of the puddle on the ground that her bladder couldn’t have been full. Even more so, she would’ve felt something if that were the case. She stood there with her right hand in front of her mouth. She didn’t know what to say. She probably had too much of the purple poppy.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve had a few of those when I was young too,” her grandmother said.
“Yeah, I know that,” Julie thought. “Really?” she said. “Yeah, really,” her grandmother answered.
“Please don’t tell my parents! They’re already annoyed with the other accidents I had,” Julie pleaded.
“Don’t worry, accidents happen, let’s clean up quickly if you want to keep this one a secret,” her grandmother said. She quickly got a mop to clean up the puddle Julie left
“Wow, she was really cool about it,” Julie thought, as she peeled of a wet pair of socks once again and put them in the bag. When she lowered her panties and stepped out of it, she could see the stain of earlier accidents expanded further than the wet spot she had just made. She added it to the bag of dirty clothes. She put the shirt that had gotten dirty with dishwater on the ground and walked towards the bathroom wearing only a black bra and her black skirt. She got out of them and took a long shower, the first one since she had peed herself several times today, but she still felt happy. That plant was amazing. |
Look, this gap was months instead of years. Way better. I didn't even need to re-read everything before starting.
Chapter eight: Sunday part IV – Excitement in the night
Still only wearing her black skirt and bra, Julie stepped down the steps of the stairs carefully, trying to avoid the squeakiest ones. She managed to get downstairs unseen and peeked through the glass of the front door. Right away she saw her sister sitting closest to the door, playing on her Gameboy, and moving her head around she learned her father was reading a book, her mother doing a crossword puzzle, her grandmother was knitting and her grandfather was just sitting there sipping his tea looking satisfied. Good. Everyone was there, sitting in the last bit of evening sun. Nobody was inside to discover the barely clothed girl.
She suddenly heard her mother’s voice from behind the door, filled with shock. “Kathy! You’re peeing again! Haven’t I told you to go as soon as you felt something?”
Julie, who had just begun to walk away from the door, turned around to look at the only person she could see from this angle. Her sister was sitting with her back against one armrest of the white plastic chair she was sitting on and her legs over the other. Julie could just see Kathy’s jeans through the holes in the back of the chair and the facts that her light-blue jeans were dark blue around her butt and liquid was falling from the chair confirmed what her mother just said.
“I kno-how, I just want to finish this level,” Kathy said, whiningly.
“No, you stop it right now and go inside to clean up!” her mother said, as she walked into Julie’s line of sight near Kathy. This was Julie’s sign to go, and she could only make out a high-pitched ‘moooh-oom’ coming from the top of her sister’s lungs as she ran towards the laundry room. Once inside, she picked out her black top and pulled it over her head in a panic, which is why she needed three times. At least now it looked like she was dressed normally. Just as she noticed her yellow panties hanging from a line, she heard voices coming near.
“…not gonna wash your clothes again if you don’t even try to make it, you do it yourself this time”
Julie quickly got her panties from the line and hid next to the door, so she was shielded from view for anyone going in. As she saw her sister walking by, she put her finger to her mouth in anticipation. The butt of her sister’s jeans was drenched almost up to the hem and halfway down her thighs and back of her upper legs, with a drop here and there on lower parts of her legs, falling down from the lower parts of her butt. As other footsteps neared her heart rate increased in frequency and severity, so much that she could feel it banging in her head. Kathy turned around and had a surprised look on her face as she made eye contact with her Julie, who stood there hiding against the wall, signing her to be quiet about it with panties hanging from the hand she was signing with. Julie tried to breathe quietly, which is hard when your heart is going crazy, so she barely breathed at all as she could see her mom standing at the other side of the door. She really didn’t have an adequate explanation to be there, except for the truth. She didn’t know if her face was getting redder or whiter, but something was happening. Kathy luckily averted her gaze to the door opening as her mother’s sternest voice spoke again.
“Do a quick wash so you can get it out of there in thirty minutes,” she said, “And use enough detergent, filling half of the lid should be enough to get the smell out if you’re just washing your pants and panties.”Then she turned around and walked away. Julie dared to breathe a little again, but then her sister called out. “Wait! Which one is the right detergent?”
Julie shushed her as loud as she dared, while she heard her mother sigh and turn around. Kathy seemed to pick up on it. “Never mind! I see it already!” she called out. As the sound of the footsteps got softer and softer, Julie noticed she was holding her breath again and finally exhaled and inhaled fully a few times, as Kathy peeled her soaked pants off. Julie stepped into her dry yellow panties and hoisted them up as Kathy let her drenched darker-than-usual green panties fall to the ground and stepped out of them. The now fully clothed Julie explained to her half-clothed sister which detergent to take and where to put it. When they were done and Kathy went upstairs, Julie hid out in the laundry room for a few extra minutes. Now that the danger was gone, she actually got quite a thrill out of the whole situation. When she walked out with a big white plastic bag she found in there, a smile formed on her face as she realized she got away with hiding an accident again.
Claiming to be tired and faking a few yawns, Julie went to bed early, before Kathy. In fact she was not close to being tired, but she had a well-devised plan and tonight was the only night she could execute it. She took a detour to get her shoes. As she walked into her room, the first thing she noticed was the diaper lying on her bed. Julie’s face reddened as she remembered the talk from that morning, which seemed like days ago now. She put her nightshirt, diaper and shoes under her bed next to the bag containing all her clean and dirty clothes and the plastic bag she had found before, and got in bed with all of her normal clothes on. Then she realized she’d better be safe than sorry if she accidentally fell asleep while waiting, and got out of her panties. Putting the diaper on herself was hard, and she had to take her skirt off too, but after a few minutes of fumbling and sitting, standing and lying down she had the feeling she managed. She tucked herself in so that it wouldn’t be noticeable she was still wearing her normal top and bra. Now she just had to wait for a while.
Julie had no trouble staying awake in anticipation, and when Kathy came in almost an hour later she pretended to be asleep, waiting until she was sure Kathy was. By now it was dark outside, which was also a prerequisite. Through the cracks between her eyelids she saw her sister was way better at diapering herself than she was, taking only a minute or so and immediately lying down, but then again she already wore one yesterday. About 15 minutes later, she heard the familiar way Kathy breathed while asleep, and decided it was time. She got out of her diaper again, put on the panties and skirt and took the plastic bag with her, with shoes and socks inside. You make less noise when barefooted. She checked her phone; eleven o’clock.
The living room and all the other sleeping rooms were at the other side of the house, and since she wasn’t sure about the rest of the family being asleep or not; it wasn’t that late yet. The safest thing to do was to climb out of the window and walk over the garage and slide down from it onto the two garbage containers standing against it, from which it would only be 1 meter 20 to the ground. In the bedroom window Kathy had laid her washed pants to dry, however, making it harder. She didn’t want to change its position and make her absence more noticeable. As she lowered herself from the window, she made one small misstep and made more sound than ideal as she came crashing down on the rocks on top of the garage. She stayed still for a while to listen if there was someone coming towards the sound, but when she heard nothing for a few minutes she carefully walked over to the edge of the garage and slid herself down as planned. As her feet reached one of the garbage containers, though, it almost fell over immediately and she could just stop it, but not without it banging against the wall of the garage a few times. Why did it have to be empty? Adjusting her position to deal with unstable containers, she slid down further and when she found her balance she jumped down from them at once, scared they might fall down if she slid down. They made some more empty container-sounds, and Julie waited for a few more minutes to listen if someone reacted, but all she could hear were some crickets in the distance. This was one of the nicest parts of the farm; it could get so quiet here, in the city the noise never stops. When she decided the coast was clear, she put on her socks and shoes, walked around the area she knew activated the lights around the garage and she was off to the corn field.
It was hard to find the field purple poppies again. When she had been walking around for about 15 minutes, she started to feel lost. Had she chosen the right path, she would’ve been there by now, but in the dark she had no orientation points, and the occasional scare she got from animals walking through the field didn’t help. She hadn’t thought enough about this part of the plan. She had all night if she needed it, but she would prefer to get some sleep before morning.
A light breeze came to her rescue. Just after it started Julie caught a hint of vanilla. Instinctively she took a breath as deep as she could, and caught the cherry smell again. She felt her mind being elevated a little. As she relaxed, it took a few seconds for her to notice the liquid flowing through her panties and down her legs into her socks and shoes, but she managed to stop the flow. She felt the area of her bladder and it was almost completely flat, so she must be pretty close to be peeing, she reckoned. When she pulled up her skirt to inspect the damage, she realized another flaw in her plan; she shouldn’t have worn her last pair of clean panties. Oh well, she’ll deal with that when she gets back, the crotch is already soaked anyway. She just needed to prevent more from flowing into her shoes. She would definitely have to wear those tomorrow. She squatted down to pee so her shoes would stay dry, but she couldn’t restart it that easily. So she had to split her focus; she kept on smelling the air and determining the direction of the breeze to eventually find the field of purple poppies, while focussing on keeping her pee inside in case she would get overwhelmed again. After a few minutes she started smelling the cinnamon and soon she found the clearing. She recognized the form of the field and determined that she came in from the east while the farm should be west from here. She had travelled around the field.
She squatted at the nearest plant and tried to pull it out of the ground complete with root, keeping her head down to avoid the flower, but it was harder than expected. She took a breath and started pulling on the stem near to the ground with both hands with a little more focus. It moved a bit, but then it broke off with just a little bit of root. She would have to dig up the rest. But she didn’t bring a scoop. Maybe this plan wasn’t so well-devised after all. Her hands would have to get dirty. After she dug the dirt away around the thickest part of the root and pulled it out, an acceptable amount of root got out easily. She put it in the bag together with the rest of the plant and got to the second one. She started by digging some dirt away this time, and places one hand on the start of the root and one hand at the lowest part of the stem and pulled diagonally, not too hard to break it, but just hard enough to get it out slowly. This brought the flower close to her face, however, and just as the plant started moving out, Julie noticed the hissing sound and the warming of her panties. She could just move her feet a little bit wider before relaxing and letting it completely overtake her. When she came by, she was sitting where she had just squatted with the second plant including its roots lying beside her. As she stood up to put it in the plastic bag, she felt a lot of drops of liquid running down her legs, and she felt it to confirm her suspicions; she had completely drenched the back of her skirt. She was dripping all over the ground and lots were ending up on her socks and shoes. Before they got too wet, she unbuttoned her skirt, opened the zipper and slid it down. She wrung it out and laid it out on a dry piece of ground, to make it dry as fast as possible. She did the same with her panties and went on to remove three other plants, sniffing all their flowers in the process, not entirely on purpose, but she didn’t try to prevent it. Some pee dripped out after the last one, but there wasn’t much left in her bladder.
After she put all plants in the plastic bag, broken in half to make them fit, Julie checked her phone; it was only 12 o’clock, and her skirt was still soaked. So she spent some time playing games on her phone, occasionally wringing out her skirt and panties as much as possible before heading back, walking around to keep herself warm. Even though it was a warm night late in spring, being naked from the waist down wasn’t ideal. When finally the longing for a warm bed became stronger than the will to arrive there with relatively dry clothes, it was an hour later. When she slid on her panties they were still a little damp and cold, and her skirt still felt really wet and was still visibly darker in the back despite being black, but it was better than nothing. At least her shoes were dry again.
From here, Julie knew the general direction she had to follow from the poppies and was quite sure she’d end up at the house. After a few minutes of walking back, her panties started to get less cold and it stopped distracting her. Now she could feel just how tired she was. With her mind completely at ease and her sleep deprivation catching up with her, she felt like it was hard to stay awake even while walking. But she had to get back and she managed to.
Back at the garage she got out of her shoes, put her socks in them and climbed on top of the containers successfully, threw her shoes and the bag with plants on the roof of it and reached for it with her hands. Just as she started to try and hoist herself up she accidentally kicked over the left container. All she could do to prevent herself from crashing down was to hold on tight to the garage with all the power her exhausted body still had in it. The container made hollow sounds as it fell down, activating the light sensor. Her bladder gave away again, and her almost dry panties got a new load of pee immediately soaking it. It flowed down her legs and streams were falling down from both her feet. Due to the activated light she could see the result of her voiding bladder splattering down and wetting the tiles below her, and she knew her hands weren’t going to hold it for long either. She stepped on the other container, directing the destination of her pee from the ground to its lid. With it a much louder sound came, and she quickly jumped down as it showed no signs of stopping. She didn’t realize her bladder could’ve been so full again. “Well, better now than in bed,” she thought as the last of it flowed over her feet, adding to the puddle. She put the fallen container back in its place and wiped away most of the pee from the other one before she tried again. This time she moved very slowly, careful to not make the same mistake with the added difficulty of one extremely slippery container. As she hoisted herself up slowly, she felt her arms acidify but she kept going. As soon as she was high enough to swoop her right leg over the edge, she did so and rolled onto her back. She had to rest for a while before attempting to hoist herself into the window, even though that one was easier.
After a few minutes, she felt ready. She got up and looked over at the window. Her heart sunk. Someone closed it! Her heart rate went up into panicking velocity. She had to get down again and hope to find another entrance. But way more important to Julie at that moment: someone had been in the room since she left! Someone knew she was missing!
At least this time, she knew how to deal with the empty containers. Successfully on the ground, she was careful not to activate the lights again as she started towards the back of the house. She inspected the three possible entrances once there; the garage door back there was open, but the door from the garage into the kitchen was not. The regular backdoor was locked too, and she could get the sliding door open. Everything was locked. Her only chance was the front door, but they’d never leave it open, so she inspected if there were open windows she could reach; her parents’ room was the only one with an open window, but she would have to climb nearly impossible parts of the house for someone with climbing experience. She was not someone with climbing experience. Tears started to well up in her eyes; she fucked it up. They would find her outside in the morning, and she would have to explain it all. All the purple poppies in the world couldn’t make her okay with that prospect. As the first tear rolled down her right cheek, she opened the front door.
Wait, she opened the front door? It was open! She could get inside! She wiped away the tears that had already formed in her eyes and slowly closed the door, trying hard to not make a sound. She put her shoes with the rest of the shoes where they belonged, and tiptoed upstairs, trying to keep the plastic bag as quiet as possible. Finally in the bedroom, she leaned against the bedroom door feeling safe again, and finally feeling free to breathe in the air she needed she was panting heavily. She slowly calmed down, with her breaths getting longer slowly. With the danger gone for now, she felt her face redden and a smile formed on her face. She didn’t know what kind of clothes she was going to wear tomorrow, but that was a care for later. Right now it was time to sleep and stop this crazy adventure.
When she finally caught her breath, she looked to her right. Her breath stopped again; on her bed were her nightshirt and a diaper laid out, the ones she had put under her bed before. She got on her knees quickly and looked under the bed; her bag was gone! Panic was setting in again, who knew she was gone this night? Who had taken her bag and had probably found the pocket that reeked of pee, with all her dirty clothes in it? And where are they now? After another few minutes of panic and increased heart rate, she finally settled on being too tired to think about it anyways. She got out of the clothes she was wearing and put them under her bed next to the plants, and started fumbling with the diaper again. This time she only took a few minutes. She pulled her sleeping shirt over her head and the blanket over her body. She didn’t have to think about anything anymore for now, and her panic turned to calm, and her calm turned into a thrill of excitement as she thought about all the things she has done today, with all the close calls she's had. With the panic subsided, she was actually longing for the morning and to find out what happened with her bag and the clothes it contained. |
Chapter nine: Monday part I - Gifts and revelations
Bright beams of sunlight were finding their way past the edges of the curtains onto Julie’s bed and slowly made their way down onto her closed eyes. She woke up to the reddish light reaching her pupils through her eyelids. She could just muster enough energy to change the side she lay on to her left. Now facing the wall and not the disruptive sunlight, her mind steadily joined her body in awakening and she remembered she was wearing a diaper by the thickness between her legs. Soon she felt awake enough to get her phone from the nightstand and check the time; 7:30, she couldn’t have slept for more than six hours. Yet she felt like she slept for nine, her normal amount. When she changed position again and sat up in her bed, she could swear her diaper wasn’t that thick between her legs yesterday. She pulled the sheets over her head, loosened the diaper and looked at the inside of the crotch to confirm her suspicions; it had a faint yellow glow to it and was a little bit thicker than the rest of the diaper. She had only leaked a bit, or diapers worked way better than she imagined.
Julie threw the sheets off from her and sat down next to the bed on her knees, leaving the diaper behind and wearing nothing but her nightshirt. She looked under the bed. The clothes she wore last night were still there, but the plastic bag was gone and was replaced by her own bag that was missing last night. She looked over at Kathy; she still seemed to be fast asleep. Confident she wasn’t spied on, she opened the main part of her bag. On top she saw the white dress she wore Friday after she wet herself in the car. She got it out of the bag to inspect the lower part of the front where she had left the proof of her second accident of this weekend; completely white except for the red and blue flower that were meant to be there. She dug further and saw the same thing; all of the clothes she had hidden were clean and dry. Underneath them was the white plastic bag. She got it out and looked inside; it was filled with layers of old newspapers with parts of the now flat flowers sticking out. She opened some of the layers to find there were also leaves and stems in there. She suddenly felt an immense pressure on her urethral sphincter, so she quickly dropped the bag and dug both her hands into her bare crotch. She put all her effort in controlling her bladder, shifting her legs and pushing hard against the opening of her urethra, but she was started leaking anyway. As spurt after spurt made her hands wet and slippery and drops were falling to the carpet beneath her, she saw her only solution still lay in her bed. Her right hand, depositing drops of urine everywhere it went, reached for the diaper. She lost all control the moment she grabbed it, and pee started spraying over her left hand and both her legs before she could get the diaper in place. She had to align her upper legs with her body and widen their stance to put the diaper between her legs on the ground. She released her left hand from her crotch. The hissing sound increased and was joined by a loud splattering could of her urine hitting the diaper for a second before she violently pushed the diaper against her womanhood with both hands. Now finally able to relax, she sat down on the hem of the diaper and tried to make sure it caught all or most of it. She felt it warming and expanding all around her crotch and bum, even towards the front when she pushed the crotch harder against her private area. She had definitely just leaked a bit in her sleep. After her stream died down, Julie stood up and moved her now completely soaked diaper out of the way to check the damage she had done; she had left only a few damp spots and a lot of individual drops around the area where she sat, next to her bag. She looked down at her body, naked from the waist down, with a few drops still making their way down to her feet. She used a blanket to wipe herself clean; it was probably going to be washed anyway.
Dry again, she put the plastic bag back in the main bag. As she lifted her clothes to put it back underneath them, she noticed there was a book at the bottom, a bottle with cleaned roots in them submerged in some kind of fluid, a bottle with some other fluid without roots and small package she didn’t recognize. It was white with purple flowers and birds on it. She got them both out, and felt a little embarrassed when she turned the package around and it read ‘drynites’. She always thought they were just for little children, but this package said ‘8-15 years’. Still, she thought it was a little insulting; that’s still at least 3 years younger than she was! She quickly put the package back because she didn’t want to be seen with it, and examined the book. On the front, there was a picture of a huge field of purple poppies. The title read:
THE POWER OF THE PURPLE POPPY
ON THE MANY PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS, RISKS AND BENEFITS OF MECONOPSIS MINGINVITUS
Suddenly, Julie heard the creaking of a bed in another room and hurried footsteps, possibly from the hall too. She quickly put it the book back and grabbed the white dress and blue panties she had worn when she first wet herself in the cornfield. She pulled her nightshirt off and went to take a shower before someone saw her. She didn’t smell it at the moment, but she was pretty sure she reeked of pee. She carefully timed the moment she snuck out the bedroom door and into the bathroom when she was sure there was nobody in the hall and quickly closed the door and turned on the faucet. Just ten seconds later, the door handle turned fruitlessly and she heard her mother complain. “Damn it, someone’s already there.”
Julie took a quick shower, and when she turned it off she heard the voices of her mother and grandmother arguing faintly in the background. She grabbed a towel and started absentmindedly drying herself tactically close to the door, so she could just make out what they were saying.
Mom: “…every single time we’re here! Julie finally managed to be completely dry for two years before this weekend!”
Grandma: “Oh, come on now, she peed all over the car before you even arrived here, are you going to blame me for that too?”
Mom: “That’s not the point! Accidents happen, but she wet herself two more times AND she started wetting her bed again. Do you have any idea how that must feel for her?”
Grandma: “She probably doesn’t like it, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Mom: “Oh, and the girls wetting their beds every night for over a week every time we’ve been here is just a coincidence? Now you even made me do it again!”
Grandma: “Well, you’ve never been that good at keeping your bed dry either, you are blaming me because you’re still a bedwetter. You’re 40! You can’t just keep on blaming others for your problems!”
Mom: “What? You know that stopped only two months after I moved out! It only ever happened again sometimes when I stayed here!”
Grandma: “Yeah, you’ve always said that, but honestly that’s a little hard to believe for me. You’d always have at least one accident here, except for that one time you only stayed one night. I’m happy I kept on putting protectors around yours too no matter what you said.”
Mom: “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING! It always happened here, and I just know it’s something you’re doing! Maybe you put something in the water here or something. But just realize that I’m the one who has to change the girls’ beds every day!”
Grandma: “I don’t get you. You don’t want to use diapers but you’re always complaining about having to wash a few sheets.”
Mom: “I am NOT going to give them the same treatment you did to me! I won’t force them into diapers in my own home and that’s MY choice!”
Grandma: “I never forced you, you were always free to not use them and clean your mess up yourself.”
Mom: “Yeah, it was so mature of you to say that to an eight year old kid after you’ve made sure all her classmates knew she had to wear diapers at night.”
Grandma: “Why is this always such a big deal for you? Kids wet their bed. I bet several of your classmates were also bedwetters. I never blamed you for your accidents, even when you were awake and could easily reach the bathroom!”
Mom: “Of course lots of other kids also wet their beds, but their mothers didn’t tell the teacher they’re in diapers where everyone could hear it! I was the one who was teased for it and that was YOUR fault no matter what you say!”
Grandma: “Kids say all kinds of mean stuff to each other, are you still hung up on that? Besides, they probably teased you more because you used to pee yourself at school too. It’s not my fault kids make such a big deal about other kids having a little accident.”
Mom: “I’m going to take a shower NOW and then we are leaving! I’m not putting up with you anymore!”
At that, Julie realized she had not been drying herself. She quickly brushed a towel over all of her body, put on her panties and dress and folded another towel around her hair. She had never heard her mother like this and didn’t want to be in the way. Heavy doorsteps went up the stairs and approached the shower. The door handle moved down, again to no avail. This was followed by a barrage of curses Julie had never from her mouth before as she walked away from the door. Julie quickly opened the door and tried to sneak back into the bedroom
“JULIE!”
She froze, and a short but forceful spurt of pee warmed the crotch of her panties. She felt a few drops on her legs while turning around cautiously.
“Put on a bra!”
All Julie could do was stammer something that resembled an affirmative answer while she felt a little more urine escaping and some drops rolling down both her legs. Her mother didn’t seem to listen at all, and after two seconds she turned and strode into the bathroom. Julie’s eyes locked on the huge wet patch on the back of her mother’s nightdress. She had never seen or heard of her mother even having an accident in her whole life. She was stunned. A good part of her life it had been her and her little sister having bladder troubles and her mother had always been there to help them and console them when they were upset about it. Never had the possibility of her wetting her bed – just like her children – even crossed Julie’s mind. Let alone the things she just heard from both her mother and grandmother and the whole dynamic. Everything was new to her. She suddenly felt really small and uncomfortable and went back into the bedroom. When she opened the door, she heard a gasp followed by a thud.
“Ouch!” Kathy complained. As she walked through the door, Julie saw her sister sitting there, only wearing a shirt that was just long enough to cast some shadow over her private parts. There was a soggy, rolled up diaper in her left hand and her right was caressing her lower back.
“You shouldn’t be standing directly behind doors, it’s dangerous” Julie said.
“Well, I’m fine. Thanks for asking!” Kathy returned, sarcastically. Julie just didn’t respond. She didn’t want to deal with her right now. She was overwhelmed by the new info on her mom’s youth, and slightly concerned that she had wet her panties less than two minutes after she put them on. Luckily, Kathy stood up and walked out of the bedroom, so she could be alone. As soon as her sister closed the door, she hiked up her dress to check the damage on her panties. As suspected, the crotch was soaked again. How could she have to go enough to wet herself maybe 20 minutes after she peed? She reckoned not all of it had come out yet. She wanted to pee just to be sure, but she didn’t want to go downstairs at the moment, and the upstairs bathroom was occupied by her mother. Her only option was still lying on the floor beside her bed. She just had to hope it could contain a little bit more. She patted down the diaper to find the driest part, which was the front, parted her legs and pushed it against the crotch of her panties. They were wet anyway.
After only a few seconds of relaxing, she felt a full-force stream warming her panties once again and immediately spreading out to the front and back via the fabric of the slightly expanding diaper, but after what couldn’t have been much more than 5 seconds it died down as quickly as it came. She got scared; had she lost all bladder control? If there was just this little in her, how could it just randomly come out of her as it did just now? She decided that, for the drive back, she should wear one of the drynites just to be sure she didn’t pee in a car seat for the third time this weekend. She got the pack from her bag, and pulled one out. She lowered her soaked panties to the floor and pulled up the pull-up. To her surprise they fit her perfectly, and under her dress it wasn’t noticeable at all! She opened the side pockets to find a place to put her panties, and to her shock she found the perfect location; with her clothes from tonight! She had completely forgotten about those, and they were just sitting there in a plastic bag, still stinking of pee. She balled her panties up, put it in with them and quickly closed the zipper.
Julie still didn’t feel comfortable going downstairs; it was as if she could still feel the negative energy of the argument coming from there. So when she put the pack of drynites back and saw the book again, she decided to pick it up and see what it’s about. She did have a few questions about the state of her bag and everything in it, but she thought there was no way to find out at this moment. She was wrong. Immediately when she opened the book a large, folded piece of paper fell out. There was handwriting all over it. She unfolded it and started reading.
Dear Julie,
I noticed that you went poppy plucking this night. You know you aren’t allowed in the cornfield, and even though we told you differently the secret field you found has always been why. Even though the government has long stopped focusing on these plants, you have to realize that they are officially illegal to own. Please don’t just tell anyone about them. If you want to enjoy them with a few friends, tell them to keep it a secret and never tell where you got them. You are always free to come back here and get some more if you run out.
If you want to enjoy them more than a week after plucking them, you have to desiccate them. I’ve started the process for you already, but you should get or make a plant press to really store them. I’ve given you a bottle of glycerin that you’re going to need for that. Instructions on this are in this book, as well as a great description of all the ways in which you can use them. Smelling them won’t work anymore, but I personally prefer smoking it or eating the root anyways. Smelling is more intense, but it fades too fast for me. The roots are in another bottle on some alcohol to stop them from growing moldy. If you get them out and dry them, you can safely eat them.
I’m sure you found out that it makes you feel much better, not only during the high but also in the long term. The more you take it, the better you feel mentally. But don’t overdo it! From the amount of dirty clothes I found I figured you already know this, but the poppies make it very hard to keep your clothes dry. This can also happen when you’re not under the influence, especially when you’re sleeping. That is why I’ve put in some drynites for you. They’re not the best at absorbing a full bladder, but they are discreet and should hold most of it. I figured you should still fit the teen size. Most people really like to be in control of their bladder, so be sure to mention it to anyone you’re sharing it with! If you take too much in a short time it may take weeks before you get your bladder under control again, and you can start to lose your grip on reality. When you use a little bit for cooking or to make tea a few times a week it’s pretty safe, but if you use more than that you should wear protection at night. There are very clear guidelines in the book about recommended doses. Please follow them!
The most important thing I have to tell you is DO NOT TELL YOUR PARENTS. Kathy is okay. She found out years ago. I’m sorry but I didn’t have time to wash and dry your clothes from last night, they’re in one of the side-pockets.
Take care!
Love,
Grandma |
Finn slowly came to. He groggily opened his eyes, but his vision was out of focus. The world felt like it was spinning, and his head pounded. His vision slowly cleared, and he saw he was in an ice prison. He tried moving, but couldn't. Looking down he saw he was tied to a sturdy wood chair with rope."What the flip?" He said. He then heard a grunt to his left, and turned that way, and saw Jake tied up just like he was. Finn stretched out one of his free legs, and kicked his friend's chair. "Jake." He said. "Finn, don't leave your dirty underwear on the floor," he moaned. "Jake!!" This time Finn kicked harder, enough to rock Jake's chair a little.
"Huh!? What's going on? Finn what happened to us?"
"I don't know, but from where we are I'd say the Ice King had something to do with it. Quick Jake stretch us out of here."
Jake tried as hard as he could, but barely got a ripple.
"I can't man, the Ice King must have given me something, I can barely move at all."
Finn then tried himself, wriggling around, trying to loosen the ropes, it did no good though, they were too tight. Finn then tried the next idea he had.
"Ice King! Ice King! Come here right now and untie us you butt!" Jake then joined in.
"Heeellloooo! That stuff you gave me didn't work, I'm going to stretch out of here and break something expensive."
The only response was their own voices echoing back to them in the ice chamber. All the struggling Finn did had woken up his body more, and he felt an uncomfortable, and familiar feeling in his lower belly.
"Jake, I have to pee pretty bad."
"Oh, well look around, there should be a toilet in here somewhere." They both looked around, and found it in seconds.
"There it is man, just go over there, and let it flow."
"But my hands are tied up, I won't be able to do anything when I get there."
"I'll just have to help you out then, come on."
They then started sliding their chairs over to the ice bowl. Each shock from the movement of the chairs made Finn's bladder pressure rise painfully. Finn got in position first, standing up with the chair on his back. It was heavier than it looked. Jake slid in next, facing away so his hands could reach the front of Finn's pants. Finn's hands started to tremble with the exhaustion of the chair's weight.
"Hurry up, I'm getting tired."
"I'm going as fast as I can Finn, I can't see what I'm doing."
Jake blindly reached, and pinched Finn's leg hard. Finn yelled out, and fell over. Jake was holding on and fell along with him. They both landed in a pile with Jake on top. The extra weight only made Finn's bladder hurt more. They slowly managed to get upright again, and slid back to the front of the cell.Now facing each other to make talking easier.
"You'll just have to hold it I guess."
Finn moaned in pain.
"I don't know how ling I can Jake."
About a half hour later, and Finn's desperation doubled. He was shifting in his chair a little now, and squeezing his legs together tightly. Every once in a while he would grunt with the effort of it all. To him, it felt like there was a dull fire in his belly now. The bladder itself felt heavy, and throbbing for relief. Sweat now appeared on his face, and slowly trickled down. He closed his eyes every so often to concentrate on holding it more. Sometimes he looked over his shoulder at the toilet longingly knowing he couldn't use it even if he wanted to. When he did look at it his crotch ached. Jake could only sit, and watch, not knowing what to do at all, he was getting very worried about his friend now, wanting to help, but knowing he could do nothing useful. Finn then felt a tickle in his throat, and coughed without thinking about it, but doing that caused him to lose control for a second. He felt a tiny bit of urine escape him, and drip into his briefs. He felt the warm, wetness soak into them, and looked down, blushing. Jake could smell what had happened, and started brainstorming, trying to come up with a way out of there. Meanwhile, Finn flew into hysterics after his leak, and started yelling. "Ice King! If you come let us out right now, I'll tell you how to get all the princesses you want!!"
"Finn, you can't do that."
"I know, I'm sorry, it just hurts so much. I don't know if I can make it." Jake then noticed a glimmer, and looked, seeing something on the table outside. "Finn! look over there!"
"What is it?"
They looked closer and saw it was the key to the cell.
"It's the key, isn't it Jake."
"I think so."
"How do we get it?" Finn said with excitement, his bladder lurching painfully in reaction to it. Just then a penguin walked in to the room.
"Where did he come from?"
"I guess he heard me yelling. You! Get that key! Bring it to us.!"
"On the table, right there!"
The penguin did slowly climb on the table, and strolled right to the key, and picked it up. Finn felt another wave of excitement roll over him, making his bladder contract. He lost control again, and felt another leak squirt out of him, re-wetting his underwear. He felt it, gasped in shock, and squeezed his legs together tightly to stop the flow.
"Now bring it here." Jake finished. The penguin looked at the key slowly turning it over in it's grasp, and then threw it out the nearby window. Finn, and Jake looked on with their mouths wide open. "Waa." The penguin said, as it hopped off the table, and left them alone again. Finn squealed in frustration and pain.
"Don't worry Finn, there's more than one way out of here."
"But it has to be soon. I can't hold it much longer Jake."
But the scent of pee wafting from Finn's pants already told him that.
Not long later, and Finn's bladder was a lead weight inside him He was near his breaking point, and knew it. It was the worst he'd ever had to go before in his life. He was crossing his legs tightly now, as hard as he could hoping to hold back the torrent inside of him. He was sweating more than before now, and also was rocking back and forth in his chair. A little bit ago he started breathing heavily in big gulps trying to give himself more strength. Jake watched all this and just couldn't stay quiet any longer.
"Is it really that bad now Finn?"
"Yeah...hurts...so...much..."
Finn then put his head down and started whimpering at the same time. Not knowing what else to do Jake said. "Just hold on, we'll get out of here soon, try thinking of dry things."
"Okay, I'll try."
Finn thought of himself standing in a huge desert somewhere. it didn't work for long though. His bladder once again pulsed agonizingly. It might have worked before, but it was too late for that now.
"Didn't...work,... not...gonna...make...it."
Jake heard the helplessness in Finn's voice and felt sad himself. He wanted to help Finn, but couldn't do anything for him at all. Finn's bladder was roaring with pain for release. It throbbed with every heartbeat, and burned with every second that passed. He felt it beginning to loosen against his will, and realized he was loosing his battle. He crossed his legs, and squeezed with all the strength he had left in him. He bit his lower lip, just trying to hold on a bit longer. No matter how much he tried, he began to feel warm liquid dripping uncontrollably from his crotch. He felt one last squeeze from his bladder, and then he steadily lost all control. Against all his will not to, he felt his bladder relax, and he felt the dripping turn into a river. A loud hissing sound filled the room, and Finn's face turned bright red with shame, as he felt the warmth gush out of him. He felt the liquid quickly soak right through his white briefs, and blue shorts. Finn was so ashamed of what he was doing, but at the same time it was the greatest relief he'd ever experienced in his life. He couldn't say it didn't feel wonderful. He relaxed the rest of his muscles because there was no point holding it anymore, Finn could only sit there, and helplessly soak himself. Jake instantly smelled what the urine, and could only watch Finn's pants darken. Finn then felt warmth spread under him as the pee pooled beneath him. Finn kept his eyes shut through all this, he didn't want to see what he was doing to himself anymore, he bent his head forward in embarrassment As he did he heard as the puddle under him overflowed and spilled onto the floor. After nearly 20 seconds it was over, but it felt like an eternity to Finn. He was totally humiliated, and started to sniffle and whimper, getting ready to cry.
"I didn't want to pee my pants, but I couldn't hold it anymore."
"It's okay Finn, you couldn't help it, at least it's over now."
"You don't think I'm a baby?"
"Why would I think that, you couldn't help it." Jake then looked down and noticed something.
"Finn! Look!"
Finn slowly opened his red, teary eyes, and saw what Jake was looking at. The puddle that hit the floor had now pooled at the base of a few of the bars, melting them a little. A big smile spread on Finn's face, and he started hopping to the bars with his new plan. He started hopping to the bars, each hop making his pants squish uncomfortably under him. He reached the bars and started kicking. Jake saw where he was going and joined him there. They where both kicking at the weakened bark until one cracked, and soon after shattered. They both flew forward onto the floor outside. They then each grabbed a shard of ice and began sawing at the ropes until they were free.Their bodies ached from being still for so long, and they slowly got to their feet. Finn stood straight and felt his pants dripping down his legs. He looked down remembering what happened. His face turned red again, and he covered them with his hands. Jake put a hand on Finn's shoulder.
"It doesn't matter anymore Finn, let's go."
They walked the halls together looking for anyone at all, calling out, Finn dripping a trail behind them, but the castle was totally empty. They didn't even see the penguin from earlier. Finn then sneezed, and shivered badly, snot running from his nose. Jake put a hand on his head.
"Your'e burning up. I think you caught a cold."
"Great. I guess that's what happens when you wet your pants, and walk around inside a freezing ice castle."
"Come on Finn, let's go home. We need to get those wet clothes off you."
They found their way outside, and the wind blew by, chilling Finn even more.
"We have to get off this mountain, did your powers come back yet?"
"I feel a lot better now. I think so. Let me try."
He then morphed into a copy of one of the chairs they just escaped from.
"No, not that, please turn into something else."
Jake then turned into a sled and said, "Get in."
Finn slowly did and sat down wrapping his arms around himself. Jake grimaced when he felt Finn's soggy butt sit in him, but pushed it away at the next second, only thinking of Finn's health. Jake pushed off, and they started their slide down.
"Jake please don't tell anyone about what happened, or how I got this cold." Finn said groggily.
Jake smiled, "Of course I won't, what are bros for?"
Jake stretched a blanket of himself around Finn, and Finn laid down with a smile on his face. Jake smiled himself when he saw that, and they both continued their slide down the mountain, and toward their home.
Edited October 23, 2012 by gargoyleguy
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This is my second story. This was also posted on Experience Project so I'm sorry if any of you have read it before. Personally, I wasn't as happy with this one as I was the first, but I still had fun writing it. I'm looking for ideas for a third. Would everyone prefer a straight desperation/wetting story, or is the lesbian twist good? This story sort of follows on from the first one, but don't worry if you haven't read it, it doesn't really matter. Thanks for looking and let me know if you enjoy it.
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As Megan started to stir from the best few hours sleep she had ever had, she became aware of Sarah's eyes gazing lustfully at her. It took a few moments for her hazy mind to remember what had happened, but once it did, a large smile grew across her face. She gazed back at her best friend, now her lover, and embraced her tightly in her arms. As they hugged, their legs becoming intertwined, they caressed each other’s naked bodies. Megan's skin felt soft and supple as Sarah ran her fingers down her spine, feeling and squeezing her firm bum. With her knee she gently parted Megan's legs, pushing up to feel the soft warm skin of her perfectly smooth vagina.
As Sarah pushed closer, their bodies pressing tightly together, Megan pulled suddenly away and sat upright. The all too familiar ache from her bladder was signalling that she needed to pee again.
"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I need another wee!" Megan whined as she bounced up and down, laying a hand over her bladder.
"I don't think so babe. I've been lying here watching you sleep, dreaming of all the things I'm going to do to you when you wake up.” Sarah said, giving Megan a wide mischievous smile. "Get dressed; Its only 7:30 and the evening is young. I'm taking you for a nice meal for our first official date. Oh, and don't even think about peeing!"
With a hint of nervousness, Megan caressed her stomach and looked longingly at the closed bathroom door at the top of the stairs. Although not totally beside herself with desperation, she doubted her ability to hold it so soon after her last desperate ordeal. However, not wanting to disappoint Sarah so early on in their relationship, she reluctantly nodded her head in agreement.
As they climbed the stairs, Sarah pushed open the bathroom door and sat her naked body down on the toilet. In a second, before her cheeks had even touched the seat, a loud hissing stream of pee gushed from between her lips, hitting the water with such force she could feel it splashing back up onto her bum.
"Hey, that's not fair! I need a wee too!" Megan protested, crossing her slender legs and bending at the waist. Although not as full as she was just a few hours ago, the sight of Sarah peeing was almost enough to make her start spurting hot urine straight onto the floor.
“I said you’re not allowed to pee. I never said anything about me!”
Pushing out the last few drops and wiping her pussy dry, Sarah flushed before leading Megan into the bedroom. Opening the wardrobe, Sarah picked out a lemon yellow summer dress for Megan to wear. Then, quickly finding her underwear draw, she rifled through until she discovered a sexy thong and matching strapless bra. Handing them to Megan, she sat on the edge of the bed and watched her get dressed, fantasizing about running her tongue over every inch of her body. Megan stepped into the thong, pulling it up her long gorgeous legs until it was tight against her body. Made with barely enough fabric to cover her vagina, the outline of her lips could be clearly seen clinging to the thin material. As she clipped on the bra and slipped into the dress, Sarah was mesmerized by the flawless beauty of Megan's body, fantasizing about what she would do to her later. The dress was very short, coming down just far enough to cover her bum, and flowed flawlessly around her womanly curves.
“Perfect!” Sarah exclaimed, eyeing her up and down. "You look amazing!"
Having come to Megan's house straight from work Sarah didn’t have a change of clothes, but Megan kindly let her borrow some of hers. Picking out an equally provocative black dress, Sarah got changed while Megan subtly pee danced on the spot. As she waited, she fantasised about relaxing and letting the pee hiss from her crotch. She hoped Sarah would let her go soon, but knew from the glint in her eye that it probably wouldn't be for a while. Although she had discovered that holding her pee turned her on tremendously, she didn’t like the idea of wetting herself in public. She would have to hold it in at all costs while out or she would never live down the shame.
Having applied makeup and lipstick, the 2 girls called a cab and left the house looking drop dead gorgeous, the full length of their legs on show. Megan glanced longingly back at the loo before slamming the front door shut. As they climbed into the back of the taxi, Megan tried not to openly hold herself, but couldn't help giving her vagina a quick squeeze. Bouncing her legs up and down to help her hold back the flood, Megan was still slightly embarrassed by the situation. Having just shared the most intimate moment of her life with Sarah, she thought she would feel more at ease, but nerves were getting the better of her.
As the 20 minute journey to the restaurant got underway, Megan jiggled and tapped her feet, but holding on seemed easier now they were out and about. That said, her bladder still felt utterly bursting and sent a dull ache through her lower body, making her feel very uncomfortable. If she had the choice, actively looking for somewhere to pee would be at the top of her list.
Sarah was loving the show. Every now and then she would notice the subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, actions of a girl who was in definite need of a long hard pee. Her jiggling feet, the subconscious stroke of her tender bladder, her sharp intakes of breath when they bump over pot holes, were all things that drove Sarah wild with desire. And when she saw her holding herself, squeezing her fanny through her tiny thong, Sarah's pussy started to salivate with arousal.
Pulling over just a short walk from the restaurant, both girls got out of the taxi and walked hand in hand to the restaurant. There was a short wait for a table, so Sarah ushered Megan over to the bar to get some drinks.
"Red or white?" Sarah queried. "Or are you a beer drinker?"
"A glass of white please ... and a quick trip to the loo?"
"Not yet. I might let you go a bit later, or I might not. We'll have to wait and see!"
Megan didn't like the sound of that. She was very full and starting to feel the desperate urges associated with a bursting bladder. Instinctively she stood with her legs crossed, clenching the tops of her thighs. The barman delivered their drinks and Sarah handed over the cash. Both girls took a long sip of wine, the tensions of the day ebbing away as it slipped down. Megan hadn't realized how thirsty she was and gulped down another mouthful. Catching the eye of the bar tender, she ordered herself a large glass of water. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but couldn't help feeling thirsty. Besides, Sarah wouldn't actually make her wet herself, would she? Surely she would be allowed to wee soon?
20 minutes passed and Megan's bladder had stretched and expanded in her abdomen, her desperation reaching a level that sent stabbing pains through her tummy when she moved. Finally, they were called to their table. Megan finished up her tall glass of water and followed behind Sarah, taking small steps to avoid bumping her now absolutely bursting bladder. As they sat down, Megan crossed her legs and sat hunched forward, hands in her lap. Glancing over the wine list, Sarah ordered a bottle of house white for them to share. The wine was delivered and 2 large glasses were poured by the waiter.
"I really am going to have to go to the toilet soon, I'm busting!" whispered Megan.
Sarah outwardly ignored the comment, but on the inside she was melting, her pussy becoming moist at the thought of Megan's thong, and how sexy it would look with a small wet patch on it. She watched for the subtle signs of desperation and wasn't disappointed. Megan was showing all the classic signs of a girl in big trouble. Squirming and bobbing in her seat, Megan was really desperate. She glanced around for the loo, spotting it in the far corner of the dimly lit restaurant, and felt slightly more at ease knowing it was there. Her head was starting to feel light, the effects of the wine beginning to take hold. Wine always went straight to her head, but also straight to her bladder, which now felt at absolute capacity. Her legs shook and her body shuddered as she held back a wave of urgency.
Wanting to enjoy the evening and rid herself of her nerves, Megan sipped at the wine, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol as it washed over her body. Starting to loosen up, the conversation was flowing freely, which is more than could be said about the pee that was begging to be released. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the waiter came and took their food order. Unable to sit still, Megan wriggled around in her seat, wishing she could give herself a quick squeeze. Feeling right on the brink of spurting, she clenched her legs, desperately trying to squeeze her pussy lips together. Unable to concentrate on anything except her aching bulge of urine, she had become quiet, all of her thoughts focused on containing the ever growing pressure. She was utterly bursting, her bum trembling and her legs twitching. With all the waiting around, they had both polished off their second glass of wine and were starting their third.
“Sarah, I really need a wee. I’m going to wet myself soon!” Megan whispered as she ground her pussy hard into the front edge of the chair. Squishing her lips beneath her felt so good, but she was drawing strange looks from the other diners. She couldn't help it, it was the only thing keeping her thong dry.
“Wait another 5 minutes and I’ll let you go.” Sarah responded, having no intention of fulfilling that promise. “I’m going to go myself. You wait here and keep an eye on our stuff, and when I get back, I’ll let you go”.
Megan smiled weakly and said “I’ll try and hold on until then, but I'm bursting!” She didn’t like how close to the edge she was, especially in such a public place. She could feel over a litre of pee stretching her bladder wall, pushing down on her weak sphincter, only just being contained by her quivering muscles. She strained against the persistent pressure, feeling like at any second it could all come bursting out of her and she’d be powerless to stop it.
Sarah stood and made her way slowly over to the toilets. Still unsure at this stage how she would stop Megan from using the loo, she hoped the answer would come to her soon. As she entered the toilet, she was delighted to find only a single cubicle, an idea coming into her mind.
As Megan sat at the table her bladder was throbbing, the only thing preventing a leak being her sheer determination to not completely humiliate herself. She had drawn the attention of some of the other diners as she rocked and fidgeted, sighing and moaning under her breath. She clutched the side of the chair, digging her nails into the wood. If only she could hold herself, she felt she might be able to wait. Unfortunately, in the middle of a busy restaurant that was completely out of the question. Instead, taking shallow breaths and sweating under the strain, she longed for Sarah to return so she could finally go and release her pee. While Sarah was in the toilet, the food was served and the waiter topped up the wine glasses, emptying and disposing of the bottle. What was taking Sarah so damn long? Taking small mouthfuls of food, Megan moaned and shivered as her pee tried desperately to burst through her lips. The wave of pressure continued to build and her pussy contracted and shuddered in response to her clenching muscles. Her poor desperate body was shaking for relief, her muscles quivering and taught, straining to hold her wee inside for just a few more minutes. Then, without her even knowing it was about to happen, a tiny jet of urine hissed from her fanny and squirted into her thong, moistening the fabric a little. Megan instinctively sat bolt upright and clutched her aching pussy. Pressing hard against her hole, she pushed the crotch of her thong up into her folds, the wee from the fabric transferring onto her fingers. She knew this was the beginning of the end. She had to hold it in until Sarah got back.
Sarah emerged from the toilet, a big grin on her face. Sitting back down at the table, she could see Megan was in a really bad way. She looked pale and was visibly shaking. She sat awkwardly in her chair, bobbing up and down as her bum cheeks clenched and unclenched in rapid succession.
“I can’t hold it any longer, it’s coming out!” Megan whined, much louder than she had intended. Without waiting for a response she stood up, half bent over, and trotted over to the toilet, her high heels clipping across the hard wood floor. Swinging open the door she stood motionless in the doorway, horrified by what she saw. The only toilet was overflowing, full to the brim with toilet paper, water cascading all over the floor. Her jaw dropped open in disbelief. How could she be so unlucky twice in a single day? Feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, the thought of just peeing on the floor went through her mind. She was so absolutely desperate, her bladder full to bursting with hot golden liquid. The floor was already soaked, what difference would a little extra wee make? Gently letting the door close behind her, she inched down her thong a little. Holding her dress up above her bum, she squat down and spread her legs. This felt so wrong, but the relief would feel so good. Her lips began to part, her urine just a heartbeat away from jetting out.
Suddenly, the door swung open and the waiter rushed in! He had seen the water cascading from under the bathroom door and was swearing and cursing under his breath. Megan shot up from her squatting position, desperately trying to cover herself as she struggled to pull her thong back up. Oh God she had to pee! Barging past Megan, he fumed as he evaluated the damage. Megan stood stock still, on the verge of dribbling down her legs, unsure what to do. Moments later, the waiter asked her to leave while he cleaned up the mess and called a plumber. Spinning around on her heels she slowly made her way out of the toilets. She couldn’t help but press her fingers into her damp thong; it was the only thing that would hold back the deluge of urine.
There was no chance she could make it back home, even if they left now. In fact, just seconds away from leaking, she didn't think she had time to even make it back to the table. Utterly desperate and at the end of her tether, she had to find somewhere to release, even if it was only a little bit to ease the pressure. In a panic, she looked around for a quiet spot, somewhere out of view. Spying an empty section of the bar around the corner from where everyone was sitting, she trotted over and perched on the edge of a tall stool. Making sure she wasn't sitting on the back of her dress, she looked around, hoping nobody was looking. Even if they were, it was too late to change her mind. In anticipation of release, her pee was on the brink of squirting out. She couldn’t quite believe what she was about to do, but she had no choice. It was either this or completely humiliate herself. With her hands trembling, she reached down between her legs. Hooking her fingers around the crotch of her thong, she pulled it to one side, exposing her clenched trembling pussy. With her other hand she spread her lips, teasing them apart to reveal the soft pink skin of her inner labia. Her urethra was now fully exposed, a tiny glistening hole between her vagina and clitoris. Before she knew it a half second jet of pee squirted out before she could stop it. Spraying up the side of the bar, the droplets dribbled down the wood. Relaxing just a little, another spurt flowed out, more powerful than the first and a little longer, about a second. As it splashed against the side of the bar, the droplets ricocheted back spattering her legs.
Suddenly, hearing a flurry of activity behind her, she desperately tried to stop a third spurt, clenching her muscles as hard as she could. Releasing her lips they folded back together, meeting to form a perfectly symmetrical slit between her legs. The urine continued to trickle out, flowing down the length of her lips before dribbling onto the bar stool. Fearing she would be seen, she quickly released her thong and let it snap back over her fanny, the fabric dampening before she managed to completely clamp off the trickle. Behind her, the waiter had emerged from the toilet and scribbled "Out of Order" on a sheet of paper before taping it to the bathroom door.
She still felt utterly bursting having released only a tiny amount of liquid, but psychologically she felt marginally more in control. She was desperate to let more out, but couldn't take the risk. She stood up and began to slowly walk back to the table, hoping nobody would notice the pee dribbling down the bar, or the wet patch on the stool. Her muscles were clenched with all her strength and her tummy bulged, her dress hugging the contours of her protruding bladder. Shuffling her feet along the floor, she couldn’t help courtesying before she sat back down.
“You did that on purpose didn’t you!” Megan whispered, referring to the blocked loo.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” protested Sarah. “But seeing as the toilets are out of order, you might as well hold it for me. What other choice do you have?”
Megan knew Sarah was playing with her, and they both secretly loved it. Megan always liked being dominated and controlled; she just wished it didn’t involve being in so much pain. Her bladder felt heavy and solid as she picked at her food, several times her wee coming to the very brink of jetting out from her clenched vagina. Rocking back and forth in the chair, her legs crossed and jiggling, she struggled against her body's needs. A further 20 minutes passed like this and Megan was no longer hungry.
“Please can we go home, I can’t wait any longer.” Megan suddenly blurted out, reaching down and squeezing her pussy before realizing she was in public. She quickly withdrew it, laying it gently on her distended abdomen instead.
“You can go when I give you permission and not a moment before” was the stern reply, but Megan’s body had other ideas. Straining against the burden of her bladder, another wave of desperation brought tears to her eyes as her pee racked body fought for control. Under colossal pressure, another half second jet of urine shot from her girlhood straight through her underwear, spraying in a line on the chair before trickling back between her legs.
“Please, please let me pee” Megan begged, “It’s really hurting. Please.” she whined. “I can’t hold it”. Her bladder was screaming for release, now a massive solid lump inside of her. The pee she had released had already been replaced several times over, the wine and water quickly passing through her body.
Sarah was so aroused she thought she might cry. She loved watching Megan struggle. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she swore she could smell the unmistakable scent of fresh urine. Giving in to Megan's wishes, Sarah got up and left enough money on the table to cover the bill. As Megan stood to a half bent over position, her bladder pushed down like a lead weight inside her abdomen. She winced as she followed, starting to sob quietly to herself as the intense feeling of desperation made her whole body throb, pain shooting up through her core on every footstep.
They left the restaurant, but Sarah had no intention of taking her home. “Where to next? The night is still young! What about a night club?” They were in a busy part of town, still bustling with people even now at 10:30. “Follow me, I know a place”. Taking hold of Megan's trembling hand, she pulled her along the road.
They both began to make their way slowly up the street. Megan’s body was wrecked, her whole world focused on the tiny hole between her legs. “I need a toilet. Just get me to a toilet, quickly. Please, I’m begging you.” she said, her voice trembling and trailing off. Her body was desperate to urinate. Her bladder was stretched to absolute capacity, no more room to expand in her small frame, bulging out and straining against her dress that was now tight around her abdomen. As her kidneys kept forcing droplet after droplet of pee into her distended organ, an equal amount began seeping through her trembling sphincter, dribbling down her urethra and jetting out from her fanny in short but frequent spurts. Her bladder felt as if it was at breaking point, contracting and spasming under the immense pressure, trying desperately to force out over 1.5 litres of liquid. At the pinnacle of the pressure, just before each small trickle squirted through her quivering lips, she shivered and goose bumps formed on her skin. She was about to start weeing, her muscles unable to hold back the bulge of pee inside her straining body. Her whole body shuddering under the strain, her bladder could take the punishment no more. Slowing her footsteps to a stop, she froze, unable to walk any further. The fabric between her legs was sopping wet and felt warm against her pussy, unable to soak up any more liquid. A streak of pee was beginning to snake down the inside of her thigh, dribbling slowly towards her knee. Bending over and double crossing her legs, she felt all of her pee on the brink of surging from her wet lips. She was about to completely humiliate herself in front of dozens of strangers.
Sensing that Megan was about to totally bust, Sarah pulled at her arm, dragging her into a shop doorway. Out of sight from the crowds of people, Sarah plunged her hand down inside Megan's thong and buried a finger inside the folds of her vagina, her outer lips closing around it. Finding Megan's pee hole, she pressed up gently but firmly, blocking the escape of a gush of pee that was on the brink, begging to be let out. Megan's pussy felt wet and extremely slippery as Sarah moved her face closer to Megan's, leaning in for a long passionate kiss. Megan's hips bucked and thrust against Sarah's hand, her body desperately trying to squeeze out the urine from her obstructed urethra. As they embraced, each of their tongues caressing the other, Megan began to relax as the wave of desperation passed it's peak and started to ease slightly. Sarah could feel Megan’s tormented body shaking, and felt her pussy straining and contracting against her finger as she fought back the incredible volume of wee inside her.
"If you can’t hold it, I’ll hold it for you. Are you back in control?" Sarah said, taking on a low serious tone. "I'll be very disappointed if you pee now, especially seeing as you've already done so well."
Megan couldn't speak, her voice getting stuck in her throat, but instead nodded, not even convincing herself with the answer. She had never seen Sarah's serious side before, but she loved it already. To her surprise, Sarah started to inch down Megan’s thong, all the time maintaining the pressure on her urethra. Once at her ankles, Megan carefully stepped out of it, completely succumbing to Sarah's wishes. Taking the thong in her free hand, Sarah squeezed the wet crotch, droplets of warm pee dribbling between her fingers. Stuffing it into her handbag, she licked her fingers clean, the taste of Megan's pee making her clit pulse, a micro orgasm surging through her genitals.
"Ready for me to take my finger away? You back in control?" Sarah asked the insanely desperate Megan.
Megan nodded and felt her pee hole become suddenly exposed, a few droplets of urine leaking out that had already entered her urethra. Desperate and straining to hold back the flow, her naked pussy felt cool as the air circulated around it, seemingly caressing and stroking at her labia.
"Please let me do another quick squirt. If I can let a little out I'll be able to hold it longer for you." Megan said, tears welling up in her eyes. She bent over 90 degrees at the waist and started massaging her slick vagina with her fingers, arm between her thighs. As she was bent over, her dress had ridden up at the back and her naked bum and pussy were clearly visible from behind. From the reflection in the glass door, Sarah could see her fingers furiously working and kneading at her sopping wet lips.
Without even being able to wait for permission, another jet sizzled straight from her lips, shooting out behind her for almost a second. It sprayed with enough force to travel several feet before splashing up the side of the shop door. She clamped her muscles shut and pressed harder, jamming both hands into her trembling contracting fanny with all her might.
"No more squirts! That's it, I mean it! If you can't hold it on your own, I'll have to find a way of helping you" Sarah demanded. Sarah really didn't want this to end, but knew Megan wouldn't be able to wait much longer. She had noticed her bulging bladder, realising it was sticking out even more than it had been earlier when Megan's muscles had completely failed her. She knew she must be at her limit.
"I'll ... I'll try and hold it in for you. I'm so desperate..." said Megan, unable to even finish her sentence. Half straightening up, she limped forward, pain surging through her body. Bringing her right knee up she squeezed her leg over the left in a half courtesy, clamping her girlhood shut with her thighs as she prepared herself for the short walk to the nightclub. She could feel her bum cheeks trembling as she got herself back under control. A few moments later she was as ready as she was ever going to be.
Smoothing down her dress around her curves, still only just covering her bum, she put one foot tentatively in front of the other. They emerged from the doorway and slowly made their way towards the nightclub, Megan in absolute agony. She so badly wanted to please Sarah, but her desperation for the biggest wee of her life plagued her mind and tortured her poor frantic body. Having released the small spurt in the doorway, she could now at least hobble along the road without her urethra spurting and dribbling. Releasing those few mililiters of pee seemed to have helped, but her bladder was still filling fast.
On arrival at the club, they were greeted by a short line of people waiting to get in. As the girls joined the end of the queue Megan whimpered to herself, unable to stand up straight. People were looking at her strangely, and on seeing the bulge in her tummy, assumed she must be in the early stages of pregnancy. Bouncing up and down and double crossing her legs one way and then the other, it quickly became obvious to everyone that she was about to wet herself. Megan was now truly coming to the end of her holding marathon, all of the muscles in her lower torso stretched almost to breaking point and quivering under the tension. Her bladder felt like a basketball as she tried to support it by cupping her hands underneath the swelling.
Just as they neared the front of the queue, another wave of desperation screamed through her body, her bladder containing more wee than it had ever held in her whole life. As she shuffled forwards, Sarah squeezed her hand and mouthed “Not long now, hold on”. Her pee hole was stinging and her tummy ached, her vagina now dripping with excitement at the thought of what Sarah might have planned for her. Her lips felt engorged and tight as wave after wave of urgency came over her. She needed relief, unable to take the pain any longer. Nearing the door that was guarded by the club's bouncer, she felt her lips part as another small hiss of urine streamed out, squirting down between her legs and splashing against her high heels. Bending over again she caressed her bladder bulge, desperately trying to calm her spasming muscles. Unknown to Megan, her short dress had ridden partially up her bottom and her bare salivating fanny was now winking at the guy queueing behind her. Silently he admired her pink folds, glistening in the light, watching it contract and pulse as she fought for control. Her moist inner lips were now just visible, poking through her silky smooth labia. Transfixed, he stared as a small dribble of urine bubbled out from her lips and dripped to the ground, trailed by a long string of love juice. He felt himself stiffen before Megan stood partially upright again, her pussy returning to its hiding spot between her legs.
“Oh, please hurry, please … please, I’m busting” Megan moaned, digging her nails into her thighs to distract herself from the pain of her bladder.
When the bouncer finally let them through, the 2 girls walked over to the counter to pay the entrance fee. Whilst stood at the desk, the receptionist giggled at Megan.
“You’d better take your friend to the toilet, it looks like she’s about to pee herself” said the receptionist, snickering and looking Megan up and down. "Actually, it looks like she already started!" the receptionist corrected, spying a wet streak beginning its journey down the inside of her leg.
Sarah thanked her but Megan was oblivious, unable to concentrate on anything except her aching wee hole. Making their way to the toilets, Megan’s fanny spurted and dribbled, urine leaking from her urethra in small squirts. Pee trickled into her shoes which started to feel damp around her feet.
On reaching the bathrooms, Megan's heart sank as she saw a line of at least 20 women queueing out the door. Stopping in her tracks, all hope of not being forced to wet herself in public evaporated. Leaning against the wall with her hands buried in her pussy, she started to sob, not caring any more about who saw her. "Help me hold it Sarah, I'm losing it! I can't wait any longer" Megan cried.
Pulling Megan into a darkened corner, Sarah's wildest sexual fantasy was playing out right in front of her eyes. The most gorgeous girl she had ever seen was about to completely pee herself, an almost constant trickle of urine starting to dribble down her long sexy legs. Suddenly, Sarah remembered something in her bag that she thought might prolong Megan's hold. As Megan moaned and jiggled, pee dripping from between her fingers as she clutched at her fanny, Sarah quickly rummaged in her bag and pulled out a compact vibrator. “I never go anywhere without it”, she said to Megan with a smile. Parting Megan’s legs a little, she teased her engorged clitoris before gently sliding it fully up into her wet vagina. Megan's pussy contracted and throbbed around the device, her lips and vaginal wall stretching around the full circumference of its wide girth. At it's base were small bunny ears that extended out on a discreet arm. Sarah positioned the ears so her erect clit was sitting snugly between them, protruding proudly from its hood. Megan still felt on the verge of completely wetting herself, the contents of her enormous bladder pushing down hard against her sphincter. Feelings of pleasure started to spread through her genitals, and the tidal wave of pee bearing down inside her was intensifying the sensation.
"To help the vibrator stay in there, put this back on”, Sarah said as she handed back Megan her now cold damp thong. Doing as she said, Megan pulled her underwear up so it was tight against the device. The vibrator was buried deep and securely inside her body.
“And the best part is that I’ve got the remote control!” giggled Sarah as she pulled a small wireless remote from her bag. Flicking the switch to the "max" setting, Megan's vaginal intruder hummed noisily into life. Instantaneously she felt a spasm of pleasure surge from her clit and travel up through her body, making her desperate ballooning bladder ache as her muscles twitched and squeezed. For the first time in her life she didn't think her pee ravaged body could cope with an orgasm, but she so desperately wanted one anyway. The stinging pain was overwhelming, but the mounting feeling of pleasure was mingling with it, creating the most intense sensation of pleasurable pain she had ever experienced. Her legs buckled under her and she slid slowly down the wall, squeezing her eyes shut and caressing her hands over her bladder bulge. The tenuous boundary between pleasure and pain was then completely washed away, the building orgasm engulfing her entire body. In absolute and total desperation, her lower body a mess of convulsing and spasming muscles, the vibrating suddenly stopped as Sarah flicked off the switch.
"Sorry, I don't want you to come yet!" whispered Sarah. "How are you feeling?"
Megan thought this was a pretty stupid question, but humoured her. "My bladder feels rock hard, and the only thing stopping me from wetting all over the floor is this" she said, pulling her thong aside and pointing to the vibrator that was protruding slightly from between her trembling lips. "And if you don't let me come right this second, when I do wee, I'll make sure I fucking drown you in it!"
Sarah contemplated this for a second, feeling that if she were to die, that would absolutely be the best way to go! She adored Megan's new found fiestyness, her own clitoris twitching at the thought of being smothered in Megan's urine.
The pleasure pulsating through Megan's pussy gradually receeded from the lack of stimulation, the torture of the heavy swelling in her abdomen once again assaulting her every sense. Stinging and throbbing, it pounded in her abdomen, pulsating and straining from the huge volume of wee that it was containing.
"I have to let my pee out" Megan half pleaded, her mind snapping back to thoughts of urination. Although she had stopped spurting, the sensation of total desperation was just as powerful as ever. In actual fact, the pressure of the device against her girlhood was squeezing her urethra shut, doing almost as good a job as a well positioned finger.
"But the line is so long. Lets go and get a drink and then come back and queue up." insisted Sarah. Megan was becoming wise to Sarah's plotting and knew that things wouldn't be that simple.
Getting onto her knees before pulling herself up, Megan wasn't able to stand up properly. Her bladder, which was now holding nearly 1.7 litres of wee, wasn't just painful, it felt like it would explode if she even tried to stand up straight. Instead, half hunched over, she hobbled into the main hall of the club, the booming music assaulting her fragile bladder. Even her dress, which at the start of the night hung loose around her curves, felt tight around her abdomen.
Reaching the bar, Megan could no longer make sense of her surroundings. Her whole existence was focussed on having a wee. As she dreamt of the toilet, of hissing her massive pent up load into the white porcelain bowl, her head swooned and her legs wobbled beneath her. Leaning against the bar she brought her right leg up behind her and squeezed her thighs with all her strength. The feel of her stretched lips tight around the vibrator sent a shiver up her spine, another pulse of pleasure shooting through her body.
Suddenly, with a fresh glass of wine in hand, Sarah started leading her towards the dance floor.
"Wait, the loo is back that way! I'm busting! I have to pee right now!" Megan shouted above the music, but her trembling voice was lost amongst the noise.
The club was heaving, full to capacity with hundreds of partygoers. Leading her into the heart of the dance floor, Sarah forced a path through a sea of moving bodies. Being pushed this way and that by dancers, Megan's bladder twisted and contorted inside her as she was bumped around. Shooting pains surged through her body, her bladder screaming for release.
In agony, she knew she had to get off the dance floor or she would pee herself right there. Her wee hole was burning, the only thing stopping the floods of urine from busting out being the phalace inside her tight pussy. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, the flailing arm of an over zealous dancer pranged her abdomen and sent a squirt of wee into her urethra, before it dripped slowly through her constricted hole. Doubling over in pain, Sarah continued to drag her through the crowds towards a small dance cage that was luckily empty. Sarah's evil plan was coming together! About 5 feet off the ground, the cage was constructed on a pedestal with steep steps leading up to the opening. Taking her up the steps, Megan was now oblivious to her surroundings, unable to concentrate on anything except her stinging bulge of urine.
Just as they climbed into the cage, Megan felt her lips suddenly start to buzz, the vibrator springing into life as Sarah flicked the switch to "low".
"Oh please, not now. It hurts so bad", whimpered Megan, her head feeling dizzy from her mammoth desperation. Instinctively, she brought her right leg up and squeezed her pussy between her thighs, which just intensified the vibrations.
Suddenly comprehending exactly where she was, Megan could feel hundreds of eyes gazing at her. The crowds of people gathering around looked up at the girls, enclosed in the small dance cage, positioned just above the centre of the dance floor.
Megan froze in a panic. With nowhere to hide, her body strained against the foreign object inside her tight pussy as it massaged and vibrated her clit. Frozen in fear, Megan was unable to move as Sarah started dancing around her, sexily caressing and undulating against her body. Her bladder contracted and pee started to leak past her tired sphincter. All hope of a simple private wee abandoned her, knowing it was about to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The vibrator was making her pussy tingle, pangs of pleasure and pain once again shooting through her body.
Flicking the switch to "max", Sarah was ready to send Megan over the edge. All eyes in the club were on them, and Sarah was loving every second. Megan looked odd, standing there stock still as Sarah gyrated around her. She stood slightly bent over, her legs crossed, bending at the knee. Her eyes were squeezed shut trying to block out the nightmare. Her whole body was threatening to explode, pee desperately trying to force it's way through her engorged fanny.
As the vibrator kicked up a gear Megan shivered in delight and pain. "Please don't make me do this" she whimpered, knowing full well that no one could hear her.
The crowd below cheered and shouted, loving Sarah's performance. Dance, dance, dance, they chanted, but Megan couldn't move.
As a powerful tumultuous orgasm started to build and spread through her vagina, the pain in her bladder intensified, reaching the point where she feared she might black out. She could see stars in her field of vision as the wave continued to build, all of her muscles tensing and contracting. At its peak her legs started to give way, but she stopped herself from falling by clutching onto the mesh wall of the cage with her fingertips. It seemed to peak for hours as she desperately tried to hold back the orgasm, all too aware that hundreds of pairs of eyes were watching her. As she squeezed back the explosion of pleasure, the world around her began to slow down, her vision blurring and the music fading into a quiet whisper. Suddenly she felt all alone, completely blocking out the nightmare all around her. The only things that existed in her world now were the huge aching bulge of wee in her abdomen, and her tingling contracting clitoris. Her bladder felt like it was tearing apart, but she could stop herself coming no longer. As the first wave of orgasm ripped through her, terrorising her distended abdomen, her body couldn't take the intense pain. Sliding down the wall of the cage so she was sat on the floor, she desperately tried to stop coming, clutching at her bladder, fearing another orgasmic surge could actually make it burst. Her bladder contracted and contorted as her body desperately tried to empty. Losing control of her muscles, her sphincter involuntarily relaxed, unable to hold back the wee any longer. As the second and third wave of orgasm swept over her she convulsed and bucked, searing hot pain shooting through her abdomen. She could feel her body desperately trying to push out the hot pee, but the wide girth of the vibrator was still squeezing her urethra shut. Tiny dribbles were trickling from her constricted urethra instead of the mighty torrent that should have been exploding out. Writhing around on the floor as the orgasm thundered on, she desperately needed give her bladder more room. Rising up so she was on her hands and knees, she knew the only way to end the torture was to get the vibrator out of her. She had to pee, right now. As pulse after pulse of pleasure soared through her genitals, she reached back between her legs and ripped the thong down her thighs, just far enough to expose her quivering buzzing lips. Desperate to remove the device and finally let the wee flow from her quivering fanny, she dropped to her elbows with her bum in the air, her vagina on show in all its glory.
In an instant, as the final wave of her orgasm made her pussy shudder and contract, the vibrator was ejected from her slippery lips, shooting out behind her and tumbling through the air before hitting the far wall of the cage. Her inner lips remained parted and her pee hole was now fully exposed. Her urethra twinkled in the light as a small droplet of urine dribbled out and trickled over her clit before dripping to the floor. Then, starting as a trickle and growing into a powerful hissing jet, Megan was in ecstasy as pee finally began to squirt from her lips. Some people below were sickened as a golden arch sprayed from Megan's pussy, raining into the crowd and spattering them. One guy, however, was loving the show. The same guy that was behind her in the queue was right at the front of the crowd, mesmerised as he watched the golden liquid flow through the air. The warm droplets falling down around him, he opened his mouth, tasting the sweet salty liquid as it hissed straight from between Megan's lips.
For several minutes her wee spurted and spluttered. As she pushed harder, Megan's pee bulge was visibly shrinking as her bladder emptied, her lips vibrating under the force of the stream. As she peed, an even greater feeling of pleasure spread through her body. Her clit still pounding, the feeling of relief mingled with the start of a second orgasm that started to build in her clitoris. In a moment, her pussy contracted as another thundering orgasm crashed down over her. Not afraid of this one she embraced it, feelings of pure ecstasy washing over her body. Her stream of wee danced and quivered through the air between contractions before finally coming to an end as the orgasm died away.
Megan suddenly found herself back in the middle of a crowded nightclub. The music getting louder in her ears and her vision returning to normal, she collapsed onto her side, utterly exhausted and ashamed.
Sarah scooped her up from the floor, supporting her under her arms. Climbing out of the cage and quickly making their way out of the club, they hailed a cab and went back home.
The memory of that night would stay with Sarah for years to come. In her mind she was already planning their second date, dreaming of all the evil ways to torment poor Megan's bladder. Megan, on the other hand, was planning revenge. A revenge that would be very sweet indeed. |
Alex shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, keeping his eyes on the hills surrounding the eastern guard tower. Behind him, he could hear Azores doing the same. Their job was to keep their eyes on the barren, albeit hilly, plains surrounding the city of Xandra.
But of course! You have not heard of Xandra before, have you? Alas, the tales of Alex, Mona, Azores and Icezom have long been lost in the abyss of forgotten stories. In that case, where should I begin...?
Many long years ago, a certain man, King Gratien Draiocht, sought to expand his empire to those of the ancient species of Michegal. The elves, dwarves, draegonae, goblins, orcs and trolls, were all in danger due to his greed. He created massive armies whose sole purpose was to wipe out the majority of these species, and take leadership of their respective domains.
Now, the King never had the best relationships with these species, but there were some people in the kingdom that did. The magii — mages, magic-users — had much better relationships with the other species. This was due in no small part to the fact that the magii weren’t as easily accepted by the general population, thus they had a basis of common interests: to be accepted.
And thus, the magii were quite opposed to this regime. Draiocht, of course, was irritated by this, and did the only thing he knew how to do. He waged war upon the magii.
Battles were fought, and the magii prevailed. Luckily for them, ageing wasn’t as acute a problem as it was for Draiocht’s forces. You see, the magic in a mage’s blood slowed the process of ageing. The more a mage uses magic, the longer they live, up to a maximum of about fifteen hundred years, of course.
The irony of it all is that Draiocht himself is a mage. His near immortality erases all doubt of it.
Now, Yanli Bepeic is the leader of the resistance. Under his command are Icezom Kamin, Eslam Dionite, and Mona Socreates. Under Mona Socreates stands Alex Jayson. Alex is one of the most powerful magii the world has seen in an age. But we’ll come to that later.
“What’s our time?” Alex heard Azores mutter.
Alex glanced at the moon, just having risen over the western horizon.
“’Tis not even one bell past sunset,” he replied, shifting his weight again.
“Ugh. What a perfect situation we find ourselves in; am I right?” The werewolf asked him.
“No kidding,” Alex muttered. Ah yes, I forgot to mention, Azores can see the tenor of a person’s thoughts. It helps in diplomatic envoys, and helps him know when someone is keeping something secret. Not all wolves can, mind, though each have their strong points.
This situation that Azores mentioned – see, as a watcher in the guard towers, you cannot stray from your post for even the smallest amount of time. Especially not in a city the size of Xandra. This makes for some interesting circumstances, such as this one. The lack of any ‘facilities’ in the guard towers is troubling. At least, to those who forget about their shift and do not think to make use of an available privy before their time.
So found Alex and Azores in the tower barely two bells into their shift. I should probably mention also, that the term ‘bell’ is derived from every fifteen degrees the sun or moon moves after it parts the horizon. It’s an archaic form of measuring time, but used often in cities for keeping the passage of time for the guards’ shifts.
This being their first time as tower guards, they had not known of the strict rules of the tower until it was too late. So as they kept watch over their sectors, they also kept hold over their bladders. Now you see why Alex has been fidgeting? Well, not to say that Azores hasn’t been either, but I only mentioned that in passing.
Two bells passed, and the situation hadn’t gotten any better. It had, however, gotten worse, as things like that tend to do. In his corner, Azores was growling to himself softly, his eyes still on his sector, and the remainder of him shuffling around restlessly.
Alex, meanwhile, had found a place where he could lean against the wall, and still see his entire sector. So there he stood, legs crossed, relentlessly shifting positions, bright aqua eyes sweeping the western horizon. It wasn’t long before he gave a sharp intake of breath and moaned quietly.
“A-Azores?”
“Mhm?”
“What’s our time now, do you know?”
“Three bells in, almost, and three left to endure,” he replied, shuffling his feet uncomfortably before bursting out “I hate being in a human body! Hate it! This body is weak! Even the most basic things are pain—aah!” Azores scrunched up his face, doubling over, and clenching his fists at the knees of his winter clothing. “Painful,” he finished quietly.
Alex stared. Not only was Azores admitting weakness, but over a reason as small as this?
“We’re in the same situation, Azores. Don’t worry about it,” Alex said, walking over, his legs pressed together tightly.
And so, more time passed, with both Alex and Azores showing their ever-increasing signs of desperation. Alex bounced in place, clenching his fists, and longing to grab his crotch, but no! Not in front of Azores! Speaking of whom, Azores had shifted from Alex’s line of sight, resting his back upon the glass wall of the massive yellow lamp in the center of the tower. It was a lot hotter then he’d like, but it wasn’t painfully so. So there he stood, one leg crossed over the other, and being out of sight of Alex, and in a relatively quiet, hidden place, he was able to tightly grip the front of his royal-blue guard’s uniform when he felt he had no other choice.
Finally, just as Mona Socreates had predicted, something happened. In the east, Azores’ side of the tower, lights began to pop up. From whence they came, with a sharper ear, the whinnying of horses and the steady pounding of many hooves could be heard. Riders, cloaked in black, disguised in the night, were converging upon Xandra.
Draiocht’s forces had come.
“Alex!” Azores shouted, turning quickly toward him, only to find him bent double, his clenched fists on his thighs. He payed it no heed. “Alert our forces, they come from the east, sheathed in the night!”
Alex snapped straight, his predicament forgotten in his concern for his brethren. “Aye! Make ready our armour and swords! I shall be back quickly!”
With that, he jumped for the stairs and started down, two at a time. The jouncing reawakened his need however, and he bit his lip, finally grabbing himself. He could not slow!
The floor Alex had been on was one hundred feet up, eighty-four stairs, spiralling to the ground below. Alex covered these in less than a minute. When he got to the bottom, he leaned against the wall, counting his breaths, until he regained complete control. After seven breaths, he took his hand off his crotch again, and burst from the tower, sprinting towards the east barracks.
“They come from the east! Cloaked in the night!” Alex shouted as he shot through the doors of the barracks. “Draiocht’s forces have come!”
The room was silent for a split second before Mona Socreates, dressed in her white robes, shouted out “Make ready the defences! Man the towers! Prepare for battle!”
“Alex,” she quickly said, turning towards him. “Get back to the tower, get your equipment, and return here as quickly as you can. Drag Azores along with you, if you will,” she then turned, and started shouting orders to the rest of the forces, but Alex had already ran from the barracks.
Back at the tower, Azores had laid Alex’s armour on the table, and transformed into his taller, stronger werewolf form. At that, he donned his own armour, and strapped his sword to himself. His bladder was no longer a problem, in this form.
Alex sprinted back through the door as Azores put on his helmet, and immediately started pulling his armour on. “Mona needs us out there; she will send more up to relieve us here.”
Ironic word to use. “Aye. When you’re ready, we head to the barracks.”
“Alex, Azores! Quickly, you’re with me. I need all of my best fighters on the battlefield,” Mona shouted to them, waving them over to her place at the gates, with the majority of the city’s forces. “We meet them head on, and drive them back towards the river.”
“Aye,” Alex said, feeling the familiar and welcome coldness of his own power take control of his mind and body.
With that, the gates opened, and the forces rushed through, onto the plains before Xandra. Draiocht’s forces could now be clearly seen marching forward, their numbers high in the thousands. The front lines were riders, the ranks behind mere swordsmen, and in the back were their rangers.
Mona murmured something incoherent, and the bows of her archers glowed a bright purple colour.
“Archers! FIRE!” She barked, raising her staff.
As one, four hundred arrows sprang from their owners bows, and showered down over the front lines of the enemy, just as they began to speed up. Even from here, Mona’s forces could see many of the riders fall from their mounts, their horses rearing back and faltering as they stumbled over the bodies of their masters. The remaining hundred riders only redoubled their speed and pressed on.
“Archers! Take aim and remove those remaining from my sight!” Mona shouted.
And they did. The riders, one hundred strong (or thereabouts) fell, and their horses were scared off. The rest of Draiocht’s forces marched relentlessly towards the smaller resistance force, but even outnumbered, the resistance knew that they were making a horrid mistake.
For at this moment, as the last of the riders fell, Yanli Bepeic and the rest of the Xandra magii had appeared behind the force from Draiocht, and immediately started pushing them towards the rest.
“Archers, fire at will! Magii, swordsmen, FORWARD! Drive these bastards to the river!” came the call from Mona. As one, the resistance drew their swords and yelled.
Alex drew the sword from his right side, and held it diagonally towards the ground to his left. Then, with the rest of the forces, he ran forwards, casting a shield charm in front of him as he did, to protect from arrows.
Draiocht’s forces panicked, and took the only exit they had, just as Mona had predicted. Some of them surrendered on the spot, and were stunned by Bepeic’s magii. The rest retreated towards the river, some running pell-mell towards the water.
Mona’s forces were faster, and crashed into the ranks of swordsmen with wild abandon, slashing the enemies down and firing enchanted arrows to the ranks further back. But Draiocht’s forces weren’t completely useless, either. With skill that could only have been orders issued by a captain, Mona’s forces were pushed before them to the river. From behind, Bepeic’s force still fought, bright lights flashing and reflecting off of shields and swords being deflected by other swords. Alex’s bladder throbbed painfully in warning, as he registered the sound of the river, growing louder, millions of gallons of water flowing by every second. A thin stream of pee was released into Alex’s pants, against his will, and before he could stop it. For three seconds, it flowed, before Alex was able to stop it, feeling the wetness on the front of his pants, the size of a goblet.
Alex started and held his dwarf-make faradain metal sword at the ready as one of the larger men of the King came towards him, swinging his two-handed sword wildly. Alex caught it, and pushed the giant sword back, but in a moment of unbalance, the larger man kicked him down.
With a cry, Alex fell backwards down the hill, onto the beach at the inner meander of the river. Dazed, his head in the sand, and the loud rush of the river in his ears, he felt warmth spreading through his pants. Quickly, with his unarmed hand, he gripped his crotch as hard as he could and managed to stop the flow, just as the large man came to him again.
“That’s right, let yourself go,” he laughed, leering at the desperate mage. With a roar, he raised his sword again, and began to swing in for the killing blow. With a cry, Alex flipped back on his hands, and onto his feet, as the sword crashed to the sand where he had been only milliseconds before. At that, Alex brought his own sword in, and slashed a deep gash in the man’s chest. He growled, and dragged his own sword up out of the sand.
Alex’s bladder burned horribly now, and his already damp pants egged him to continue. He couldn’t do anything to help him hold it now, though; with the giant of a man baring his teeth at him, standing in the darkening sand, his own blood trailing its way down his torso and dripping to the ground.
Again, Alex stepped in, too fast for the man to react to, and slashed a gash perpendicular to the other. Slipping around his back, as the man growled loudly, trying to turn to face him, Alex delivered his own killing blow. His sword sang oddly in the air as he stabbed, the blade sinking like a hot knife in butter into the man’s back.
With a gurgling noise, he fell to the sand, and Alex pulled his sword back out. That was the end of it for his bladder, though.
With a quiet, but ever-increasing hiss, his bladder released itself. The crotch of Alex’s royal-blue pants darkened, and trails of pee snaked their way down the legs, into the sand, and down towards the river. His hard-as-stone bladder began to loosen, and relief flooded his mind. There he stood, leaning on his sword, gasping breaths as he wet his pants. For nearly a minute, the warmth flowed from him, before it slacked off, and trickled to a stop.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut shamefully, before barely audibly whispering “Tepido sico.” His pants quickly dried, and warmed up, and Alex stepped out of the puddle he’d created.
But he couldn’t stay—he still had a job to do. With a hiss of annoyance, he sprinted back up the slope—only to nearly be bowled over by Draiocht’s forces coming that way. He brought his sword to the ready, just as the forces reached him.
Azores swung his broad, double sided axe again, and beheaded another of Draiocht’s troops. Push them towards the river, she’d said. And that he’d do.
With a roar, turning many heads in both armies, he began rushing Draiocht’s main force. Few froze in fear—most of them simply turned and fled. Those who remained were either stunned, or killed outright by the resistance force. A hundred meters in front of him, Azores saw Alex crest the slope before the river and ready his sword. With a quick blink of his eyes, Azores teleported, reappearing just behind Alex, and readying his own weapon.
Mona saw Draiocht’s force halt at the sight of the werewolf and mage in front of the river. They had no escape now. She smiled widely. They had victory.
Back in the city, there was minor celebration, and Alex and Azores were praised for their tactics in the heat of battle. After two bells in the large tavern in the center of the city, Alex and Azores excused themselves from the throng to go for a walk.
After they were out of sight of the tavern, Alex noticed that Azores was still in his werewolf form. “Why haven’t you changed back?”
“Most comfortable in this form,” he shrugged. “I almost never go human, so I’m not surprised that I forgot.”
“Well change back, you being a foot taller than me is disconcerting.”
Azores sighed, and closed his eyes. With a shifting of bones, and a significant amount of shrinking, Azores returned to his human form.
“There, are you ha—” he started, before suddenly crying out in severe pain, and bending double, both hands flying to his crotch.
Alex’s eyes widened as he discerned a quiet hiss coming from Azores. He watched in amazement—and interest—as Azores’ pants darkened at the crotch, and his pee trailed down his legs, where it pooled in an ever-expanding puddle on the flagstones below. Azores’ face turned scarlet with embarrassment as the puddle reached Alex’s feet, but Alex didn’t move. After more than a minute and a half, the hiss disappeared, and the only sound was the steady drip, drip of Azores’ pants.
“Christ,” Alex whispered. “You weren’t kidding when you said that your wolf body was stronger than your human one.”
“Damn right,” Azores said weakly, before sighing, and sinking to the ground, against a wall, dejected.
“Don’t feel bad, Azores,” Alex said quietly, “At least yours was in private. And not on the battlefield.”
“You wet yourself?” Azores asked, looking at Alex, surprised.
“Damn right,” he echoed, kneeling down. “I never got to go at all. And think this, you lasted a helluva lot longer than me.”
“Well,” Azores replied speculatively, “I was in a different body...if you want to test that theory, I hear the ale here is good.”
And so this is where our story must end! But mind, this is not the whole story. There are more battles to be had, and more yet that have already been experienced. Enough lore of these adventures to fill many books! Perhaps, at some point in the future, you will see one of these books, and then remember the story of the Battle of Xandra, or as Alex was apt to call it, The Battle of Bad Timing. |
(Please Note: My former Omorashi.org account, Wettingfan, I've lost the password to. I'm Wettingfan. )
All they could say was that she was hot. Tight, denim shorts that covered half her thighs, a shirt tighter than anyones they've ever saw and long, silky blonde hair. A perfect body figure if there ever was one. New kids didn't get better than this.
Kaylie was new to the town, obviously, and had just started school today. She decided earlier that morning to drink a few cups of juice and coffee to keep her happy and from biting anyones head off. She wasn't that good with some people. The first class of the day was Language Arts, a simple class, usually filled with kids incompetent and unknowing of the difference between a noun and a verb. The reason she thought of them as incompetent is because she was a writer herself. She knew most books on the teachers book shelf front to back. Kaylie didn't look like the language type, she really didn't. She looked more like the slutty - kiss - all - the - boys type. Suddenly, the bell had rang for first period. Kaylie just sat at the back on a ledge, waiting for the teacher to come in and assign her a seat. Within not even twenty seconds of the bell, the teacher was in the class. Mrs. Darksi. Mrs. Darksi was a rather strict teacher, but she didn't show it in her words, only in deeds. She had a soft voice which annoyed everyone. She looked at Kaylie, stroking her chin, attempting to find a place to seat her.
" Oh! " she suddenly remembered. " I must run you through the classroom rules very quickly, " she said in her usual voice.
" Uhm .. Okay, " replied Kaylie.
" First off, no leaving the class. Its a respect thing. One does not leave a room just to go potty and come back two minutes later. You can hold it. " She said.
This immediately striked a thought in Kaylie's head and she drifted off, nodding as the teacher kept going on the rules. Kaylie had a pathetic bladder that had almost failed her many, many, many times. She knew the coffee and juice would hit her this period. The period's were eighty minutes long! Hardly even a few seconds after the thought of it, she realized her bladder was filling up. Fast.
" So, that should be it, welcome to the classroom! " Mrs. Darksi finished, then pointed to an empty desk by the window for her to sit in.
Kaylie didn't know how she was going to do this. She didn't want to pee her shorts. Especially not on the first day of school. Especially with everyone eyeballing her and checking out her ass, which is exactly where all the pee would spread. And not even her parents would be able to drop off spare clothes for her! They were both at work! She squished her thighs together as the first bladder contraction occured, and only ten minutes into class. This was really bad. It was a good thing this was just a lecture period about all the different grammar variants and so forth. So she just looked out the window and drifted off, reminding herself every so often to keep pressure on her crotch so she didn't leak. About a half hour later she awoke from a long daydream about meeting a perfect boy to hear the sound of rain. ' Oh no .. ' she thought, looking down at her crotch. ' Ohh, thank God I'm still dry! '. Now her bladder wanted to explode. She doubled over in her chair in brutal bladder pain. Mrs. Darski was at the front, still lecturing. Luckily Kaylie sat alone. She knew what was going to happen. She didn't want to admit it or think about it, but Kaylie knew her shorts weren't leaving this room dry.
Ten minutes had passed and Kaylie's dilemma was at a peek. She was trying her hardest to hold herself without the class noticing, some still checking her out. She could feel tears of frustration in her eyes, and her mind was going crazy about the question ' What if I peed myself ? '. Nobody would date her then. Even if she was the hottest gir in the school, and she peed herself, nobody would. Not even a girl. She was sort of bisexual. She suddenly felt warmth in her crotch. ' Ohh noo.. I leaked.. ' She thought saddly, looking down. A tiny drible of pee made its way through her shorts and dripped onto the seat. Then another.
Drippppp....
' Ohhhh .. Please no.. '
Drippppp....
' Please, I can't pee myself.. '
Drripppp...
' Ohhh my .. '
The four drips tortured her. Her tight, white panties were probably more yellow than her face was red. Her shorts showed a small wet spot, about the size of a key on a keyboard. Hardly noticeable, but there, for everyone to see. Suddenly, she saw the drips on the chair soaking in to her shorts. Her beautiful butt felt wet.
' Noooooo.. '
This was it. Thirty to forty minutes left and she was going to wet herself. This was it. It was not humanly possible to keep the urine inside her anymore.
She let go.
It came out of her fast. Dampening her panties, then her shorts. Her chair looked like a spoon being overfilled with urine. It was straight yellow. Her face burned red and tears rolled down her face as pee hissed out of her and into her shorts. It went everywhere. The puddle expanded around her desk, her thighs and crotch area felt warm. She realized she had a few more drips left in her. She let go again and they dripped down her leg. Everybody saw what happened. Her social life was ruined, more than her wet, pissy shorts and panties.
Humiliation. Kaylie sat there, crying as the teacher walked out of the room furiously. All the kids looked away and took this time to converse among each other instead of ridicule the girl who just pissed herself. Suddenly, a boy from the front row came back to her. She noticed this one hadn't checked her out at all this period. Why was he talking to her now?
" Hey.. I uhm, saw your accident. " He said, trying to sound casual. " And I just wanted to offer you my jacket, or my Gym shorts or something. I'm Marcus, " the boy said, handing her his jacket.
" Oh m God.. Thank you so much.. I'm Kaylie, " she replied. " So, you aren't going to make fun of me for wetting myself? " She inquired.
" It can happen to anyone. Its not your fault. Don't think to much of it. Come to my locker between classes, I'll give you my Gym shorts. Its 231. See you later, " he said, ending the conversation.
' Maybe this day won't be so bad ' she thought, squishing her butt in the still warm pee and sticky shorts/panties.
Edited October 26, 2012 by Wetwetter
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All they could say was that she was hot. Tight, denim shorts that covered half her thighs, a shirt tighter than anyones they've ever saw and long, silky blonde hair. A perfect body figure if there ever was one. New kids didn't get better than this.
Kaylie was new to the town, obviously, and had just started school today. She decided earlier that morning to drink a few cups of juice and coffee to keep her happy and from biting anyones head off. She wasn't that good with some people. The first class of the day was Language Arts, a simple class, usually filled with kids incompetent and unknowing of the difference between a noun and a verb. The reason she thought of them as incompetent is because she was a writer herself. She knew most books on the teachers book shelf front to back. Kaylie didn't look like the language type, she really didn't. She looked more like the slutty - kiss - all - the - boys type. Suddenly, the bell had rang for first period. Kaylie just sat at the back on a ledge, waiting for the teacher to come in and assign her a seat. Within not even twenty seconds of the bell, the teacher was in the class. Mrs. Darksi. Mrs. Darksi was a rather strict teacher, but she didn't show it in her words, only in deeds. She had a soft voice which annoyed everyone. She looked at Kaylie, stroking her chin, attempting to find a place to seat her.
" Oh! " she suddenly remembered. " I must run you through the classroom rules very quickly, " she said in her usual voice.
" Uhm .. Okay, " replied Kaylie.
" First off, no leaving the class. Its a respect thing. One does not leave a room just to go potty and come back two minutes later. You can hold it. " She said.
This immediately striked a thought in Kaylie's head and she drifted off, nodding as the teacher kept going on the rules. Kaylie had a pathetic bladder that had almost failed her many, many, many times. She knew the coffee and juice would hit her this period. The period's were eighty minutes long! Hardly even a few seconds after the thought of it, she realized her bladder was filling up. Fast.
" So, that should be it, welcome to the classroom! " Mrs. Darksi finished, then pointed to an empty desk by the window for her to sit in.
Kaylie didn't know how she was going to do this. She didn't want to pee her shorts. Especially not on the first day of school. Especially with everyone eyeballing her and checking out her ass, which is exactly where all the pee would spread. And not even her parents would be able to drop off spare clothes for her! They were both at work! She squished her thighs together as the first bladder contraction occured, and only ten minutes into class. This was really bad. It was a good thing this was just a lecture period about all the different grammar variants and so forth. So she just looked out the window and drifted off, reminding herself every so often to keep pressure on her crotch so she didn't leak. About a half hour later she awoke from a long daydream about meeting a perfect boy to hear the sound of rain. ' Oh no .. ' she thought, looking down at her crotch. ' Ohh, thank God I'm still dry! '. Now her bladder wanted to explode. She doubled over in her chair in brutal bladder pain. Mrs. Darski was at the front, still lecturing. Luckily Kaylie sat alone. She knew what was going to happen. She didn't want to admit it or think about it, but Kaylie knew her shorts weren't leaving this room dry.
Ten minutes had passed and Kaylie's dilemma was at a peek. She was trying her hardest to hold herself without the class noticing, some still checking her out. She could feel tears of frustration in her eyes, and her mind was going crazy about the question ' What if I peed myself ? '. Nobody would date her then. Even if she was the hottest gir in the school, and she peed herself, nobody would. Not even a girl. She was sort of bisexual. She suddenly felt warmth in her crotch. ' Ohh noo.. I leaked.. ' She thought saddly, looking down. A tiny drible of pee made its way through her shorts and dripped onto the seat. Then another.
Drippppp....
' Ohhhh .. Please no.. '
Drippppp....
' Please, I can't pee myself.. '
Drripppp...
' Ohhh my .. '
The four drips tortured her. Her tight, white panties were probably more yellow than her face was red. Her shorts showed a small wet spot, about the size of a key on a keyboard. Hardly noticeable, but there, for everyone to see. Suddenly, she saw the drips on the chair soaking in to her shorts. Her beautiful butt felt wet.
' Noooooo.. '
This was it. Thirty to forty minutes left and she was going to wet herself. This was it. It was not humanly possible to keep the urine inside her anymore.
She let go.
It came out of her fast. Dampening her panties, then her shorts. Her chair looked like a spoon being overfilled with urine. It was straight yellow. Her face burned red and tears rolled down her face as pee hissed out of her and into her shorts. It went everywhere. The puddle expanded around her desk, her thighs and crotch area felt warm. She realized she had a few more drips left in her. She let go again and they dripped down her leg. Everybody saw what happened. Her social life was ruined, more than her wet, pissy shorts and panties.
Humiliation. Kaylie sat there, crying as the teacher walked out of the room furiously. All the kids looked away and took this time to converse among each other instead of ridicule the girl who just pissed herself. Suddenly, a boy from the front row came back to her. She noticed this one hadn't checked her out at all this period. Why was he talking to her now?
" Hey.. I uhm, saw your accident. " He said, trying to sound casual. " And I just wanted to offer you my jacket, or my Gym shorts or something. I'm Marcus, " the boy said, handing her his jacket.
" Oh m God.. Thank you so much.. I'm Kaylie, " she replied. " So, you aren't going to make fun of me for wetting myself? " She inquired.
" It can happen to anyone. Its not your fault. Don't think to much of it. Come to my locker between classes, I'll give you my Gym shorts. Its 231. See you later, " he said, ending the conversation. Suddenly, another girl approached her. " Hey.. I'm Brooke. I saw you had this .. Accident and I just want to tell you its Okay.. I had one in Math last week. Don't worry, " she said smiling, then walking back to her desk as the teacher re-entered the room.
' Maybe this day won't be so bad ' she thought, squishing her butt in the still warm pee and sticky shorts/panties. |
Another story from me....just to give something of my own back to this great community (PS: I have already posted this story on another pee forum, so if you've already read it don't come screaming "COPYRIGHT" :))
You may also be interested in my other stories (will be posting more soon):
Laura's Desperate Bus Ride:
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Carla looked into the mirror and smiled - her new date would be more than satisfied by her appearance tonight. Of course, they all were. Carla was that type of girl who made guys turn round their heads whenever she passed by - she had long black hair, a cute face, tanned, and wonderful figure (28 inch waist) and sexy ass. She never had any shortage of boyfriends, and this was something she reminded all of her girl mates, which was probably why she had very few girl friends.
Tongiht she was wearing a white blouse and a very short black mini skirt, which exposed her wonderfully crafted legs. Underneath was a white thong which made her feel even sexier.
She looked at the clock. It was 7.15, and her date, a boy called Dave that she met at a party a few days ago, was due to pick her up at 7.30. Seeing that she had some extra time on her hands, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat on her couch, enjoying the feeling she got when she was dressed super sexy like tonight. The power she had over guys was remarkable.
Just on time at 7.30, a knock on the door signalled the arrival of Dave.
"Wow, you're looking nice tonight" said Dave.
"Thanks" said Carla, who couldnt help noticing the bulge in her new dates trousers. "Silly guys", she though, "you do all you want with them".
"Where are we going?", she asked
"I've booked a table at a nice little place, around 15 minutes from here. We can walk".
"Oh ok", said Carla, who wasn't enjoying the prospect of walking in her high heels.
They stepped out of the house and began walking, with Dave making sure he took a quick peep underneath Carla's skirt every now and again. They arrived at the restaurant, which was an Italian restaurant, and found a nice table at the back. Carla sat down and sexily crossed her legs, grabbing the stares of more than one man in the room.
The waiter came over to them and Dave ordered two plates of pasta and a bottle of wine. They chatted, Dave telling her about his job and Carla about her studies. The wine arrive and they both poured a glass.
"You like it?" said Dave
"Sure, i love wine. What about you?"
"It's ok, wine's not my favourite drink but I like this type".
The food arrived and soon they were hungrily devouring their plates of pasta, along with the wine. Together they drank a whole bottle and order another to go with their deserts, which was two scoops of wondeful home-made ice-cream.
"That was good" said Carla, as she ate the last bite of her ice-cream. "Where are we off to now?"
"I know a nice quiet little bar down the road, we could go there and maybe have a drink".
"Sure"
"Hold on, I'll go pay the bill".
Dave got up and went up to the bar. While he was gone, Carla received some flirtatious glances from a couple of men in the restaurant, which she duly returned. Then she heard a ring from her bag; it was her mobile, her friend Kitty.
Dave came bag to the table and found Carla chatting with her girl friend. Knowing how girls are like when they get chatty, he excused himself and went to the toilet. When he came back, Carla was still on the phone, so Dave sat back down. Seeing her date's impatient look on his face, Carla found an excuse and cut.
"Shall we go?"
"Sure dear"
They left and walked hand in hand down the quiet road to the bar that Dave mentioned, which was empty apart from a few men watching a football match on a TV that was attached to the wall.
"Ill go and get us a beer" said Dave
"Wine for me pls", said Carla.
Dave came back after a few minutes and sat down. Much to Carla's annoyance, he seemed more interested in the football match than in her. She wasnt used to such indifference. She got up and got herself another glass of wine, with Dave slowly sipping his beer. With Dave still engrossed in the matched, Carla realised that her bladder was gradually filling up, making her feel mildly uncomfortable. The cold air coming out from the a/c was not helping either, as her legs were bare and getting all goose-pimply.
This was obvious, considering that she hadnt peed since she had a shower, which was now over 3 hours ago. In the meantime, she had gulped down almost a bottle and a half of wine, not to mention a large glass of orange juice she had had just before having her shower. She excused herself and walked to find a loo, which gave the men in the bar the chance to peep at her sexy legs.
"Can you please tell me where the loo is?", she asked the barman.
"I'm sorry madam, but since very few people come in after 11pm, the owner locks the loos and the games room when he leaves, which was about half an hour ago".
"Oh, no problem, thanks anyway"
She walked back to her seat, now feeling the cold of the a/c more than before.
"That was quick" said Dave
"They're closed for the night"
"Oh i see. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine", however, she wasnt at all sure how true that was. Her bladder was suddenly filling up rapidly, to the point where she started squirming her legs more than usual. A few people gave her curious glances. She wnet red and tried to act normal. She didnt want her date to know that she was badly in need of the loo. She was always used to being in control, and didnt like the thought of humuliating herself by telling Dave that she was desperate like a baby girl does to her mother.
10 minutes later, Carla was crossing and uncrossing her legs very often. Luckily, she could give herself a good squeeze under the table without anyone watching. The game on TV finished and Dave said that they should be on their way home.
"Do you want to walk or catch the bus?", he asked.
Carla didnt think that she could walk without doing pee dances in the middle of the road, so she told Dave to catch the bus, bringing up the excuse that her high heels did not permit her to walk so much.
They walked to the bus stop and Carla immediately crossed her legs. The pressure on her bladder was now reaching desperation levels. Good thing I'm not wearing tight jeans, she thought to herself, which she usually wears in her normal day-to-day life in order to show off her sexy butt.
"Its coming" said Dave
"Good, I'm getting tired"
The bus arrived and Carla climbed up and found an empty seat at the back, crossing her legs tightly. Dave sat next to her and from the corner of her eye admired her tightly crossed legs, which pushed her skirt upwards so that one could almost see her thong.
"You've got lovely legs"
"Thanks", she replied, who didn't have the mind for these games. She'd been desperate before in her life, but she'd always managed to just make it. She hoped that this time would be the same.
Suddenly the bus went over a pothole and she had to grab her crotch in order to lose control, however, this wasnt enough to stop a little squirt from coming out.
"You OK babe?"
"No", said Carla, who couldn't hide her desperation any longer. "I bursting for a pee, and I dont know how much longer I can hold on".
"Oh" said Dave, not knowing what to say. "We'll be there in 10 minutes. Why didnt you speak up?"
"I was too embarrased. I've been wanting to go since we were at the restaurant. But I got held up by the phone call and I thought that I could go in the bar, but they were closed".
"I'm sorry babe", who was surprised to see this hot, sexy girl who always seemed so confident of herself suddenly have a look of sheer desperation and helplessness on her face. He put his arm around her to give her some support.
After a few minutes, Carla was shifting uncontrollably. She simply couldnt sit still, having to press her thighs together and hold her pussy every now and again.
"Im about to pee myself" she said with tears in her eyes.
"Shall we get off, maybe find you a place to pee in private".
"Please" she said.
Dave rang the bell and the bus stopped in about a minute. Carla took a few seconds to get up because she was sure she would pee herself if she stood up, Even when she did, she was bent over double.
They got off the bus and found themselves in a quiet road with a few houses here and there, but no people in sight. Carla was dancing on the spot and holding herself. She suddenly spotted a car parked a few metres away. She rushed behind the car and open the floodgates without even taking off her pants; she was that desperate to go. After about 1 and a half minutes, the waterfall subsided and Carla got up.
"U OK babe?", asked Dave.
"Yeah" said Carla, who was humiliated. She got out a tissue from her handbag and wiped the pee that had flown onto her legs.
"Come here, Ill take you home"
"Thanks, you're a dear" she replied, even though she didnt really want anyone around at that time. Her humilation was too great. She had pissed herself in front of a date. What would happen if her jealous girl friends got to know? Oh, the shame!
They walked home in silence and arrived in 5 minutes. Dave kissed her goodbye and she went into her house, placed her handbag on the table, and went into the bathroom due to her growing need to pee again.
(part 2 coming soon)
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He was a first year teacher, and was quite excited at having his own class finally. He had set up the desks just he way he wanted them, had chosen appropriate books, put their textbooks already on their desks by number so that the passing out wouldn't be another tempting point for clever students to pull pranks and stunts on the new teacher. He thought he was ready!
At this school, it seemed that no one would come straight to the classroom, but rather, the new first year teacher had to go down to meet his students all standing in a line next to three otherlines of fourth graders and three lines on the other side of his class of fifth graders.
He walked with the fourth grade teachers, nervous about going down first or last because eitherway, it might not look professional. He couldn't help notice how obviously short the fourth grade lines were compared to the fourth grade groups, and he had been told before that this group of fourth graders were so far behind grade level that they had five fourth grade rooms, though he didn't know where the fifth room for fourth graders was.
Directly in front of him, stood a rather big kid with blond hair in a fun t-shirt sporting Pikachu. The boy was quite big, and probably a product of new age parenting along with the age of microwaves and fast foods. He smiled brightly as he looked around and seemed quite a cheerful boy.
The teacher, however, barely noticed that he was looking up at his new teacher because he was too busy watching the other teachers to get a hint about when he should lead his new class to their room. This was really his first class. All he was, was now on the line. He had to control his hyper heart and try to show some leadership for his class though he really wasn't certain in what he was doing.
How could he have such a small group of students in his very first year. Was this luck, or was there something sinister about these little kids besides their lack of academic skill that he had to worry about? He really wasn't sure what was going to happy, but when it was time to lead his class up, and he had them sitting in the desks that had their names taped at the top left corner, he started to let his students know where they would all stand.
He had a traffic light drawn on the blackboard, and the yellow signal was colored in. He looked around his class of ten girls and eight boys, and he asked them. "What do you think of, when you think of yellow as a direction sign?"
The boys and girls looked at each other and with confusion on their faces, looked back up at him. Had he used vocabulary that was too difficult, or was it just that he was a bit fuzzy or unclear? He thought about his question.
"When you approach a yellow light in traffic, what do you usually do?"
The students looked around at each other again, and then three hands went up.
"Yes..." he consulted his seating chart that he had made in order to try to learn the student names. "Paige!"
"When my dad sees a yellow light, he usually stops, but sometimes, he goes through it."
"Okay," the teacher said waiting for more answers.
No one else raised their hand. They must have thought that Paige's answer was the best one, or they were afraid of giving away too much on the first day to the newest teacher at school. Either way, he smiled and decided to explain.
"Yellow is a signal telling a driver to be careful, or to go through only if it remains safe. Normally, that means to stop, but if you cannot stop safely, then you should just go through the light. In this class, then, what yellow means, is that you may be permitted to do something you need to do if you raise your hand, and if I feel that what is being instructed is something that you can pick up when you get back."
The students looked from one to another.
The teacher then pulled out piece of red paper, and put it on top of the circle for the top lamp to the drawn signal. He erased the yellow chalked in light.
"When you see red in the class traffic light, this is a full stop. What do you think it means if you are to be at a full stop?"
The boy who had been at the front of the line with perfectly gelled yellow blond hair and a friendly smile spoke up.
"It means don't talk, don't get up, don't pass go. Don't do anything at all, but just do as you are told."
"Very good, um... Christian," he had checked the name. "If you see a red, you cannot raise your hands, and the response to all requests is an automatic 'no."
"What if like, we have to use the bathroom?" Christian asked.
"Well, if you see red, and you heard our explanation, what do you think it means, Christian?"
"You have to just sit there and wait?"
"Good. The red light is not going to be up for long periods. It is so that you know when to listen carefully, or for you to be quiet during tests. It is for giving clear directions in a case of emergency. Normally, the light will be yellow or green."
A hand belonging to the long blond haired girl with blue eyes, skinny jeans, and a rock band t-shirt shot up. She had been the one that explained yellow.
"Yes, Paige?"
"But what about green? Does green mean we can do anything we want, because green means go, right?"
"Well, do cars do anything they want when they are on the road? Do they drive on sidewalks?"
The teacher waited for the students to look around and get the hint.
"What green means, is that when you are doing your individual work, you may come to the back where I will have the bathroom passes and the nurse pass. You will check that the bathroom pass is there for girls if you are a girl and for boys if you are a boy, and when it is, then you sign out and take it with you to go. If you go see the nurse, you write down your name and complaint and then take the nurse folder with you and you may go. This is so I know where you are at all times."
Lots of children's eyes lit up.
The teacher changed the sign back to yellow.
He had put a yellow circle this time in the traffic light place.
"We are having a discussion and talking about the rules, and I want you to give your thoughts and opinions, so I'm changing this sign back to yellow. Yellow means that if you raise your hand, you can ask questions and ask permission for things."
The students nodded as one.
The teacher looked around at his group of students as he started to explain how students will enter the classroom and what they can expect to do first and last during the day. He had a wide variety of students with more than enough Mexican-descendant children and even one Chinese student. What he would later find out, was that many of the Mexican descendant children had English as their second language, and the Chinese student could barely speak English, and on top of that, one student still didn't think she could speak any English at all.
He looked down his roster of students and started to ask who might be able to start the year as the class leader, the board detailers, and the messenger. Of course, the class leader was the most popular with several hands going into the air.
"Class leaders will be rotated every week, and everyone will get a chance to do it at least once or twice," the teacher promised. "So don't feel bad if you are not chosen this time. And because there are so many of you that want this job, I'll just go down the list and by a number, so how about, you," he had pointed out a short chubby girl with long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her features gave her away as a Mexican descendant, but she didn't seem to know what to say.
"What's wrong?" the teacher asked her, but another student answered for her. "She doesn't speak English."
"Ah, I see. Why don't you translate for her, if you don't mind, Jo-jo."
She nodded. She was one of the students that only understood English as a second language. An a number was finally called out that made it Paige's turn to be the leader.
Jo-jo and Jade were asked to take care of the board detail and Jesus pronounced like Hezuss was asked to be the messenger. Then the teacher sent the attendance with Jesus to the office.
'So, Ana didn't speak any English,' the teacher thought. 'Well, it looks like I already have my first challenge. Not to mention that the Chinese boy would probably need more help understanding things. He immediately changed seats around so that Anna and Ian were near the front of the class.
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A few days later:
By now, the teacher had gotten to know most of his students, and he waited impatiently at the pick up point in the morning for all of his students to come running to the line to go up to the class.
Anna was the first one in line, and she definitely didn't speak much English at all, but for some reason, she was looking up at him and not really playing with any friends in the yard. Well, what could the teacher do? He could say a few phrases in Spanish, but he didn't know how to tell her that she still had ten minutes to play if she wanted... well, he could order her to play, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted her to just not feel obligated to wait ten minutes at the front of the line.
While he was waiting, Anna's mother and the principal had come up to talk to the teacher.
"Excuse me, teacher, but may I have a talk with you?"
"Sure."
I walked up the steps to the second floor and led the principal, a translator, and the mother into my class.
"First of all," the principal had begun. "I think it might be easier for Anna if we change her to another class as that teacher is fluent in Spanish," however when her mother heard the translation, she shook her head.
"I want my daughter to learn natural English, and the best way is to get completely immersed in it," the translator had interpreted. "I don't want every little detail translated for her, but I do ask that you consider her needs."
The teacher nodded. He thought it was very brave of the mother to ask her daughter to take this challenge as this was likely to cause her difficulties as well. However, he would do everything he could to make English understandable by the young student.
In an age where many parents are pampering their kids and afraid to give them any challenges at all that could be difficult, it was refreshing to find that one parent was willing to let her daughter struggle for the sake of learning. Still, he did wonder if the other teacher might have been better for the young girl.
He could do no less though than to accept the challenge of including this little girl, who he thought was a good kid anyway, in his classroom. There were plenty of students who would help her out, and plenty of students who though they knew more English, still had the same struggles. The teacher would have to work hard to make sure that everything was easy enough for the students to figure out how to do the work.
Now, there were others who needed directions slow and simple as well because nearly half of the class were second language speakers.
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A few days later, came the first sign of what problems that this little girl might have in a class where she had to speak only English. Her mom wanted her to only speak in English at school, and yet there were certain things that the textbooks just didn't teach.
The class traffic signal was yellow, so the students were expected to be seated, and if they needed anything, they were to raise their hands, but it was basically silent reading time, and all the students understood better than the new teacher that the school's policy for reading was that no one was supposed to leave the classroom.
Teacher was at his desk testing a student with his reading when he happened to notice the chubby tan Mexican girl shifting a bit in her seat. He thought she was just restless and didn't know what she was to do, so he thought he would just go talk to her after he finished testing Kobi, an African American descendant.
However, as the five minutes passed, the teacher saw the girl look down into her lap, and he could see her hands pressing hard into her crotch as well as her legs butterflying back and forth very rapidly. He had been in that situation as a student before, so it was quite obvious to him what she wanted, but either she didn't know the English words, or she was too shy to speak up. Eitherway, he had to make sure she could ask, and that she knew it was okay to ask.
He dismissed Kobi rather early compared to the last student so he could get to her before she had an accident.
"Anna?" he bent down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
She smiled up at him blushing because of her plight.
"El bano?" he asked simply only knowing the word, but not the complete phrase.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head no as if she had done something wrong.
"It's okay, Anna. It's okay," he said very softly as she looked up at him and her eyes slowly returned to normal. "But if you need to go, you need to ask."
He couldn't ask a student to translate for her as it would disrupt their reading, so he had to just talk slowly and hope she understood.
She said something in Spanish that was unintelligible, but he could tell by her tone she was either offering an appology or trying to explain why she had to go at that moment.
He held his hand up and shook his head.
"May I?" he whispered to her.
She looked at him for a minute, her moving getting more nervous and insistant, but he had to get her to ask so that she would know that it was okay.
"May I?" he insisted again.
She looked at him. "May..." he said slowly.
"May..." she repeated.
He smiled. "I..."
"I..."
"May I...?"
"May I?" she repeated again.
He figured that was enough for now.
"Jojo, take her potty," he said to the somewhat bigger fourth grade girl who was not quite so chubby, but was definitely healthy.
"Yes Mister," she replied respectfully for her culture. She took Anna's hand, and Anna smiled gratefully as she left the classroom with her classmate. |
This is a rather special idea that I had for a fan fiction. It's in the Mass Effect Universe taking place on the Citadel and briefly on the Normandy, but this story is from a gender neutral, second person point of view; placing you in the role of Commander Shepard as you feel nature calling.
The ship jars ever so slightly as Joker docks with the Citadel. After looking over the profiles of your teammates, you shut down your private terminal. Even after all that’s happened, it was still good to see everyone again. Ashley, despite her indifference, seemed to welcome you back into her life again. Liara was here, her moderate and cool attitude well missed. Garrus... is Garrus. Not much else to say about that war veteran but you knew you couldn’t ask for a more reliable sniper. Tali was back and ready to help, whether it was for her own people or for her old friends, having her here was a nice reassurance. You still can’t get over the fact that your ship’s AI is able to follow you into battle, but EDI’s capabilities and tactical assessments had proven valuable before so why not now? Then there was James Vega. Marine lieutenant, very action orientated. Had to be in the fight and was very bitter after having to leave Earth when it was in its most dire predicament ever. Though somewhat impulsive, he was as dependable as the rest.
With the turians, the krogan, the quarians, and the geth all fighting with humanity, things were starting to look up. You could feel it among the rest of your crewmates. Hope had been rekindled. The Reapers could be beaten. The entire galaxy had seen that. These “god-like” machines were not invulnerable. You lean back in your chair and smile. It feels good to know that all is not lost.
“Shepard.” EDI’s voice came over the comm. “We’ve docked with the Citadel. You may disembark anytime you wish.”
“Thanks, EDI.” you respond. You get up out of your chair and pressure begins to push on your bladder. After drinking that entire thermos of water, you knew it wouldn’t be long before nature called to you, but the asari councilor was waiting and it was a meeting that had been put off long enough. You decide that you can probably hold it long enough until the meeting is over.
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The Citadel had changed since the Cerberus attack, and not just to its structures. You look at the citizens that pass by. Now that the reality of their situation has set in, they are worried, apprehensive, and on alert. The positive energy that flowed through the station was gone. From the catwalk, you could see the refugee area overflowing with people. In the far corner, a couple of batarians were shaking down a young woman for what little money she had left. There was nothing you could do from where you were though. The only thing you could do was move on.
“Hey, Shepard.” Garrus stood at the entrance to the lift. “I was wondering if we could take a ride together, there’s something I want to show you.”
Not wanting to ignore your long time friend, you respond, “Sure, Garrus. Where are we headed?” Your bladder protests, slightly increasing the discomforting pressure you already feel.
“I’ll show you.”
The two of you climb into the car nearby, Garrus starts it up, and soon you’re flying off outside of the traffic lanes. Urine sits on the edge of its precipice, your urethra, and you start shifting you legs, your hands slowly moving in between your legs. “What exactly are we doing, Garrus? The asari councilor is waiting for me.”
“Ever have that certain something you always wanted to do, Shepard?” he asks you. “I had this idea; a special spot on the Citadel I’ve always wanted to go to but I had a hundred rules and regulations telling me not to.”
“So you got them changed?”
“Nope. Now I just don’t give a damn.”
Garrus sets the vehicle down atop one of the larger catwalks that connect the two halves of the presidium. He takes with him a mantis sniper rifle and a few violet canisters. “What is this?”
“Something I want to settle. I think it’s about time we saw which one of us is the better shot.”
You raise an eyebrow, “You saying I can’t shoot?”
“I’m not saying you don’t know how to handle a gun, Shepard, I’m just saying some of us know how to make it dance.” Garrus said wryly. “Here.” He throws you the rifle then picks up one of the canisters.
You know your bladder won’t allow you to wait much longer. You even notice that your foot has begun tapping all its own. Garrus looks over at you, and tosses the canister in the air and catches it. You know what he’s going to do. You ready the rifle, putting the scope to your line of sight. Garrus raises his arm takes a step back, then moves forward and throws the canister into the distance. You track the canister as it flies, you line up the crosshair with your target, hold your breath, and pull the trigger. The rifle recoils and you feel a little bit of warm fluid escape from your body and into your clothes. But at least you hit the canister. Ignoring the leak, you grin in Garrus’ direction and hand him the gun. He takes the weapon from you and readies it.
“Make it a tough one.”
You grab one of the canisters, and you tighten the hold over your bladder as to not let anything else leak. You bring your arm back, move forward a few steps and hurl the object. In about three seconds, Garrus fires and destroys the canister. “I said a tough one!” he laughs. He passes the rifle back to you and grabs another canister. “Let’s see if you can hit this one.”
“Just throw it.” You respond.
Garrus brings his arm back and chucks the canister. You focus hard on the object. Garrus managed to throw this one far and fast. You begin to lose track of it, and you put all you attention into aiming, forgetting about the issue in your lower body. As you zoom in on the canister, you instantly feel a good spurt of urine fill your uniform and you accidentally pull the trigger. The urine flow stops short, but the shot misses the canister. You lower the rifle and squeeze your legs together, hoping to hide the wet spot you knew was probably there. Garrus seemed focused on his own glory though. He smiled, extended his arms outward, and said, “I’m Garrus Vakarian and this is my favorite spot on the Citadel!”
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“Shepard, are you all right?” The asari councilor asks you. You suddenly snap out of your trance and realize that you had been rubbing your own crotch for the last minute-and-a-half.
“Sorry, councilor...” You say, blushing, “We... lost some good people on Rannoch, I was... distracted. Please continue.”
The councilor’s brow rises, clearly disbelieving your cover story. “Hmm...... As I was saying, there is a certain location on Thessia that may be of interest to you.”
“Why?”
“It’s a temple, and is also the home of a Prothean beacon.”
The statement almost clicked in your head, but your thoughts drifted back to your bladder. You begin to daydream of the conference ending, getting back to your ship, entering the bathroom, and relieving yourself of your burden. The thought was so enticing, you feel a few more drops of warmth spill out into your uniform again. You begin squeezing your thighs together in a vain attempt to dissipate the leakage.
“A Prothean beacon, huh?” You say, “Well, uh, that certainly sounds helpful!”
“You’re not... upset... that the asari government had been hiding it this whole time?” The councilor asks in surprise.
“Nope!” You reply loudly, taping your foot. “No, it makes perfect sense! Are we done?”
The councilor became annoyed, “Do you have somewhere else to be, Shepard?”
“Yes, I have to do my business-” You stop yourself. “I mean.. I have business on the ship, yeah!” You laugh.
The councilor just shook her head and sighed. “Very well, Commander. I’ll forward you the specifics and let Thessia know that you’re authorized to enter the temple.”
“Thank you!” You squeal, and run out of the room. You feel as if you have a 50 kilogram lead ball in your body trying to squeeze itself out of you. As the door shuts behind you, your hands grab your crotch immediately and you groan in pain as you double over. “Holy crap, I can’t believe I didn’t go on the ship!”
“When you gotta go, you gotta go, eh, Commander?” a Turian C-sec officer says next to you. You sheepishly wave and laugh and you begin the long trudge back to the Normandy. Every second spent is filled with agony as your urethra begins to burn. You try your best to resist the temptation to grab yourself again while crowds of people are watching you. Your just about to board the lift when a woman calls your name.
“Commander Shepard!”
You sigh very loudly because you know who’s voice it is.
“I’m Kalisah Bint Sinan al-Jilani and the galaxy has some questions-”
You grab the woman by the jaw, effectively closing her perpetually running mouth, and push her back. Without saying anything, you get on the lift and head for the Normandy, hoping that al-Jilani’s little camera companion didn’t get a glimpse of the wet spot you were sure was on your pants.
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The lift finally stops at the docking bay and you practically burst out of there to make a break for the ship. Every muscle in your lower body aches with pain, crying out to be set free. At this point you are in too much pain to be worried about the public’s reactions. Your left hand grabs the crotch of your suit again and you quickly walk down the dock toward the airlock.
“Shepard!” a synthesized voice comes from behind you.
Goddammit, what the hell now!? You say in your head. You turn around to see the violet and gray suit of your long time friend Tali Zorah.
“Shepard, what’s wrong? Are you...”
“Hey Tali, what’s up?” You respond politely, though you’d probably throw her aside too if it meant the evacuation of your bladder.
“Well, I thought maybe as long as we were here, we could spend some time together. Catch up on what we missed over the last eight months. What do you think?”
You squirm and you fidget, on the brink of giving in to your bodily functions, “I think it’s a good idea, Tali. I’d love to but there’s something I need to take care of first.” and you head for the airlock but Tali follows you.
“Is everything okay? You look... in pain.”
“Look, Tali I just need...” another spurt warms your clothes. “I just need to use the bathroom first.”
“Ah, I thought so.” Tali laughed. “Quarians don’t have to worry about it. Our suits can-”
“Yes Tali, I’m sure it’s very interesting but I have. To go. NOW!” You exclaim. Tali seemed to get the message and backed off. You take one more step, and then a burst escapes again, but this time, you couldn’t get back under control. Just when you thought you’d cut off the flow, it came back twice as strong. Wet warmth begins to spread across your lower body, and flow downward over your legs. You try and try to get a grip over your urinary muscles, but you fail. Your body is a slave to the relief brought to it and will not obey the commands of your mind. Urine gushes from its home down through your body like a runaway tram car. The sound of your pee spraying against the leather crotch of your uniform seemed like it was echoing through the airlock.
Your urine continues its path, filling your boots, some of it soaking through the softer parts of your uniform and spilling out onto the deck plating creating a very visible yellow puddle, and the aroma of fresh urine fills the airlock. You begin to quiver and your heart races. There’s no way Tali can’t see that.
“Shepard...” She says sounding partly sympathetic and partly disgusted.
“I know... I know...” You respond.
“No... I was going to say ‘I’m sorry,’ I didn’t mean to hold you up.”
“Not your fault, Tali. I should have gone before hand.” You place a hand over your eyes in shame. If only the galaxy could see the great Commander Shepard now. Depending on you to save them all from the Reapers, but you can’t even control your own bladder.
Even through her suit, you could still hear Tali chuckling. She probably saw the irony in the situation too.
“I’m sorry, Shepard!” She laughed. “I just... seeing you like this...” The quarian burst out in laughter. Your cheeks begin to flush with heat. All you wanted now was privacy, to get away from the eyes of the galaxy. Tali calmed down and seemed to finally get control over herself. “Oh no... I think I just peed a little...”
Or maybe she lost control completely. The two of you look at each other and shrug your shoulders.
End. Maybe. |
Another story from me....a continuation of the one I posted a few days earlier:
Carla (part 1): Desperate Date http://omorashi.org/...desperate-date/
You may also be interested in my other stories (will be posting more soon):
Laura's Desperate Bus Ride: http://omorashi.org/...erate-bus-ride/
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Carla drank the remaining tea that was in her mug, got up from the sofa, kissed her aunt and uncle good night, and climbed the stairs to her room. It was late, about midnight, and Carla had spent the evening watching TV with her aunt Kay and her uncle Sam. Two years after her accident with Dave (see part 1), Carla was now a sexy 20-year old, gone to stay for a week at her aunt’s quiet country home while her parent’s were abroad (she could have stayed at home, but her parent’s took the opportunity to do some renovation works while they were away). Life at their farmhouse was peaceful, but it got a bit boring sometimes. She was into her 3rd day as she undressed and put on her pyjamas, a light pink t-shirt and very short black shorts.
Carla was that type of girl who wasn’t extremely prudent when it came to peeing, as was shown by her accident two years ago. Despite her humiliation that day, she’s brushed it off as a one-off freak accident. She only went into the loo when she needed too, and such a practice had served her very well over the years. She didn’t really feel the need for a pee before she got into bed, and thus put out the light without bothering to visit the loo.
She dozed off to sleep and dreamt about herself riding on a horse, jumping over fences and rivers, and there…in front of her, a prince, the guy she’d been waiting for all her life… She woke up with a start. Although she didn’t know what woke her, she felt a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. Gosh, she really needed to pee. She looked at her clock…it was 4 in the morning. “Shit”, she thought. “Now I have to stay going downstairs (to the only bathroom)”. She got up, and as she stood up she really felt the pressure on her bladder. “Ouch, I need to go badly”. She held her crotch for a moment, suddenly remembering her accident when she was with Dave some years ago, her humiliation. She opened the door of her room and tiptoed silently down the stairs. She found the bathroom door, put on the light and entered the dimly lit room. She gave a small squeal. Sitting on the closed toilet seat was a large spider, like she’d never seen before. Gosh, these farmhouses really had strange animals! She immediately stepped out of the room.
“What am I to do? I need to pee like a racehorse and a fu….g spider is sitting on the only toilet” she said to herself. Holding her crotch as she thought for a few seconds and doing a pee dance in the middle of the living room, she decided to go back to bed. She couldn’t pee with that thing in the bathroom, and she couldn’t go wake her uncle to tell him about it…she was too desperate to do that and he would surely notice. At least in bed she’d be wrapped up in sheets and she could hold on as much as she wanted without anyone watching. It was 4 am, her uncle usually woke up at 6. He would surely use the bathroom first thing, as most men do, and he would see the spider and remove it. That was her plan. To go to bed and hold on for dear life for two hours. Peeing outside wasn’t an option – there were too many strange animals about, plus the dogs would bark and wake up everyone.
Carla tiptoed up to bed, her hands buried deep inside her crotch. She locked her bedroom door and crept into bed. “Owww, I need to pee soooo bad” she moaned to herself, rubbing her crotch. She started squirming, trying to find a position that would make her more comfortable. She couldn’t and ended up crouching her legs upwards so that they were almost touching her chest, and lay there facing the window. It was a full moon tonight, and she could hear the sound of thousands of crickets lying on the trees. Her bladder was aching; she felt her belly; it was all swollen up like a balloon. “I must look pregnant” she joked to herself, trying to take her mind off her predicament. She was constantly squeezing her crotch in order to aid her bladder to cope with the pressure. Now and again a squirt escaped, but she managed to contain them before they turned into torrents. Slowly slowly, she began to doze off….She was inside the Bulldog pub, where she usually went with friends, and Jim, the guy that she’d fancied for some time, had just come over to her to ask for a dance. She duly obliged, and they danced…after a few minutes, she realised how badly she needed to go, but she was too shy to tell Jim, so she kept on dancing. Finally, he stopped to talk to someone he knew, and she managed to slip away. By now she was bursting as she looked for the bathroom. She walked up the stairs to the loo and there, in front of her, were about a 100 doors. “Strange, I only remember 2” she thought. She tried the first one…it was a store room. She tried the next…a corridor with around 10 more doors.
“Babe?”. “Shit, Jim’s coming” she thought, doing a little pee dance. She tried the next one…. another store room. She got in and hid behind some boxes. As she crouched, her jeans pressed into her bladder. “Ouch” she said. Then she had an idea. No one could see her where she was, and she really couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled down her jeans, found a small, empty cardboard box, and let go. “Ahh, the relief!”…..
The sound of a car engine roaring woke her up. Dazed, she turned round to look at her clock… 7.30 am. “I must have slept” she thought. As she started coming round, she remembered the previous night. Her bladder was still aching, badly. She tried to get up and her legs touched something wet. Suddenly remembering her dream, she reached down with her hand and felt her shorts….soaking wet. So was her bed. “Shit, I can’t believe I’ve wet the bed”. Now what was she to do? She couldn’t go downstairs like this! But she really did need to go…she probably had only peed a little bit of what was inside her. The rest was still queuing up, and fast. She though quickly. Her aunt would be on her way to the farmer’s market at around 8. Her uncle wouldn’t be back till sunset, so she could creep out of bed without anyone seeing her, take a much needed pee (“hope the spider is gone”), and hang out her clothes and sheets to dry without anyone noticing. She lay back on the bed and waited for the sound of her aunt’s car starting. “Gosh, I’m bursting”.
After about 15 minutes, Carla was fidgeting wildly. Now that she had woken up, the pressure on her poor, tired bladder returned with a vengeance. After about 5 more minutes, she couldn’t take it any more. Then she had an idea. Her bed was wet anyway, and was going to hang out the sheets to dry later on. “I should just let it all go here” she said to herself. “I really can’t hold on any more”. Covering her stomach with the sheets, she lay back and closed her eyes. “Ok, one, two three”. The pee took a little time to come out because she wasn’t used to peeing herself. However, after a few seconds she felt her crotch getting wetter and wetter, warm damp liquid spraying out of her shorts and down her bare legs. The stream took around a minute to finish, but the relief she felt was immense, although her bladder still ached terribly.
She tried as much as possible to make herself comfortable on the bed, and lay there waiting for her aunt to be off.
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[Leah]
Parties on boats. Parties on rooftops. Drunken stumbling through empty streets at three in the morning following said parties. After all of that, eighteen year old Leah LaVes thought she'd seen it all. Of course, being the young, naive idiot she was, Leah was wrong.
Leah and her friends Tori, Elle, and Candace were sitting in a circle in Leah's backyard, surrounding a modest pile of animal-print panties. The root of this very odd, mildly disturbing, and infinitely curious scene was simple. Revenge.
You see, exactly three nights ago, due to a series of events that totally weren't Leah's fault, Leah got punished harshly by her literally insane parents. It was all her fault; that conniving, evil, too-nerdy-to-be-my-little-sister sister. If that dorky brat Caitlin hadn't been up all night studying, Leah would have never been caught sneaking into the house at 4 AM.
Since then, Leah had been confined to her room, with only cold thoughts of vengeance to keep her company. Leah's idea was simple -- she wanted to make her sister pee her pants. Why? The snotty brat had never done it before, that's why! Potty trained at eleven months, and not a single accident since. On the other hand, Leah, whose bladder was decidedly weaker, was always having accidents. Caitlin would always act so unbelievably smug when Leah so much as dampened a thong, that bitch!
Leah was only an idea girl, though. She needed other, lesser people to do the real thinking for her. Though her parents had confiscated Leah's phone and computer, she always had a backup plan. In this case, it was an old Nokia cell phone, heavier than a brick and just as ugly. Though it sickened Leah to use such primitive technology, she fought through the dry heaves to concoct her plans.
Thumbing through her list of contacts, Leah found Daniel Xu, a nerdy Chinese kid in her anatomy class; she often used him to cheat on homework. This kid was an easy crack; he buckled at the first sign of a wink emoticon. She told him all about her devious idea, hoping his dorky brain would help kickstart it. He soon promised not only to come up with a plan, but to also not tell a soul about it, lest his already shaky social reputation plummet to the deepest depths of highschool hell.
Surprisingly, just a day later, Daniel got a hold of some ancient Chinese herb that was supposed to make a person's bladder fill to max capacity within seconds. How fortunate, Leah thought, that such an herb existed! It was pretty creepy that the Chinese kid acquired it so quickly, though. Creeper. Regardless, Leah was now in possession of the peetonium (an immensely clever name Leah came up with all by herself), and she could set her plan into motion.
A couple of days after acquiring the peetonium, Leah invited her three best friends over for a "study group" while her sister and her parents were out. That brings us to our current scene: Blonde, pretty Leah, raven-haired Tori, and the red-headed twins Elle and Candace, sitting around a pile of Caitlin's childish panties in the middle of Leah's fenced backyard.
The one (and only) thing Leah knew about science was that you needed lab rats to test on. She needed to know if the peetonium really worked, and who better to test it on than her idiot friends?
"What the hell are we doing here, anyway?" Elle complained, "my jeans are getting grass stains!"
"Oh, don't whine," Leah scolded, "we're here to start a new trend in women's underwear!" She held up a pair of Caitlin's panties, with bananas printed on them. "Kiddish print panties are going to be all the rage this fall," Leah lied, "and we're going to get a headstart on it! So, ladies, off with your panties!" All three girls gave Leah the exact same look. Confused and disgusted, yet curious.
Candace was the first to relent. She unfastened her tight jeans and slowly worked them down her hips, revealing a lacy, white pair of panties beneath. Leah smiled and tossed her Caitlin's banana panties, and Candace reluctantly slid off her lace panties and put on the new ones.
"So...?" Candace said apprehensively, spinning slowly to show off her new underwear.
"It looks pretty ridic--" Tori began, before being elbowed in the ribs by Leah.
"They look amazing!" Leah interrupted, doing her best to actually sound impressed.
"R-really?" The red-headed Candace asked, looking down at her tightly-hugged butt.
"Of course!" Leah assured. "Come on, Elle, if she looks good in them, you will too! You're twins!" Elle made a face, but soon took off her own jeans and panties, replacing them with a rainbow print pair of Caitlin's. Tori followed soon after, sliding her pink thong off under her skirt and pulling up anteater print panties.
"Yes... yes!!" Leah exclaimed, faking enthusiasm. "This really will be a hit!"
"Yeah, I guess it's not that bad," Tori admitted, "it's a lot comfier, too," she added, shaking her hips under her black skirt.
"I know! Let's celebrate with a drink!" Leah announced. "In fact, I mixed some margaritas just for us!" Her three friends cheered wildly in their girly panties as Leah brought the drinks out, none of them knowing Leah had mixed the peetonium into their drinks. This, Leah thought, was the moment of truth! All four of the girls quickly downed their drinks, Leah hastily drinking the only unspiked one. Now it was just a matter of time before--
"Damn, I have to pee so bad!" Tori announced, quickly shoving her hands between her legs. "Crap, crap, what the hell?" she cursed, going to her knees in the grassy backyard. Leah barely managed to contain her grin as she watched her friend squirm. Her deep black hair swayed back and forth as she rocked from knee to knee, her skirt stuffed between her thighs.
"Actually, I really have to go, too." Elle announced, her bare, tanned thighs clenched together. Beside her, Candace silently assumed the exact same pose.
"If y'all need to use the bathroom, the door's unlocked." Leah said casually, bursting with joy on the inside from watching them struggle. Tori attempted to rise from her knees, but she suddenly jerked and fell back down with a sob.
"I-I can't hold it..." Tori cried, "...the pressure is too strong! Crap, crap!!" she yelled, her hands lodged firmly between her thighs. Opposite her, splattering sounds could be heard coming from under Candace.
"N-no, no, no, no...!" she exclaimed, doubled over in agony. Streams of urine snaked down her thighs and dripped from the back of her banana print panties. Beside her, Elle watched her twin sister lose control, driving Elle to the brink of leaking as well. Uncontrollably, a jet of warm pee shot into her rainbow panties, dampening them significantly. Elle reflexively slammed her thighs together and held herself with both hands, before attempting to waddle toward Leah's house.
"Screw it, screw it...!" Tori sobbed, "I can't, I can't, what's happening, oh God...!!" She stood halfway to her feet as a torrent of pee shot like a sprinkler from underneath her skirt. Tori spread her legs as far as she could and attempted to lift her skirt, but her urine had already erratically sprayed all over it, her panties, her legs, and the grass below.
Meanwhile, red-headed Candace was sitting hopelessly on the lawn, still peeing, a look of resigned, tear-streaked embarrassment on her face. The patch of grass around her soaked bottom was darkened with wetness, and a puddle continued to grow just above the dirt's surface.
Elle was having far more luck than the other two, still managing to not fully lose control. She'd hobbled almost all the way the Leah's back door, though she had lost another dozen drops of urine in the process. Her hands were damp from holding herself, but her thighs remained dry. Just a few more steps and...
"Aaah, dammit!!" Elle shouted as she tripped over a concrete stair, landing hard on her knee. The shock knocked a massive surge of pee out of her and into her rainbow print panties, fully soaking her crotch and part of her butt in warm, yellow liquid. This time, the pee didn't stop. Even as Elle attempted to stuggle to her feet, urine dribbled past her thighs and onto Leah's patio. Finally, Elle gave up, collapsing onto all fours on the patio and wetting an incredibly strong stream from her bottom onto the ground behind her. Her butt, calves, shins, and feet all became thoroughly drenched in urine, and a large puddle quickly formed beneath her.
Leah grinned. Each of her friends had just proven the peetonium to be exactly as effective as she needed, and the looks on their tear-stained faces were priceless!
"Ladies, ladies!" Leah said, "just because you're wearing baby panties doesn't mean you get to pee all over yourselves like babies!" No one replied. "Oh, to hell with you guys. Give me back those pee-stained panties and get out of here before my parents come back, or I'll tell everyone in school what you all just did!" No one argued.
Leah's three friends began changing into their original clothes, exchanging not a word nor a glance the entire time. Occasionally, drops managed to fall from their urine-soaked crotches. Soon enough, the soaked, raven-haired girl and the damp, red-headed twins were gone, leaving only Leah, three pairs of urine-soaked blackmail, and the start of an intricate tale of revenge that would only continue to spiral out of control. |
“empty streets at three in the morning after said parties. After all of that, eighteen year old Leah LaVes thought “
The word “after” sounds a bit weird the second time around. Alone, that sentence is fine; however the presence of “after” twice in a row as in the example is a bit jarring.
“naive idiot she was, she was wrong, as was being proven this very moment.”
You run into the same issue as before with the words “she was.” Also, I would completely remove the final clause; it seems superfluous. Lastly, there is an issue with the tense at the very end, and removing that clause would solve the problem.
“curious scene was the simple. Revenge.”
You should omit the word “the.”
“You see, exactly three nights ago, due to a series of events that totally weren't Leah's fault, Leah got punished harshly by her literally insane parents.”
Careful with the adjectives! I like how you used “totally.” It isn’t anything groundbreaking, but I think it is clever enough to validate its use; however, “literally” probably isn’t needed. The degree to which her parents are insane should be shown. Ideally, removing “insane,” as well, would probably be the most professional move!
“It was all her fault, that conniving, evil, too-nerdy-to-be-my-little-sister sister.”
The first comma should be a semi-colon. But you did well in keeping them as the same sentence, since the word “her” would logically apply to Leah if you hadn’t!
“If that dorky brat Caitlin hadn't been up all night studying, Leah would've never been caught sneaking into the house at 4 AM.”
Try not to use too many contractions. Read the sentences out loud and see if they sound better with or without them. I like the first contraction, but I feel the second sounds a bit lazy and messes up the flow of the sentence.
“Since then, Leah had been confined to her room, with only cold thoughts of vengeance to keep her company.”
I would omit the second comma.
“Since then, Leah had been confined to her room, with only cold thoughts of vengeance to keep her company. Leah's idea was simple -- she wanted to make her sister pee her pants.”
I feel the transition from these thoughts is a bit sudden. It isn’t a huge deal, and I might be letting my personal bias get in the way of my review; however, I just wanted to throw that out there.
“whose bladder was decidedly weaker,”
“Decidedly” sounds nice here, but it doesn’t really make sense.
“Caitlin would always act so unbelievably smug when Leah so much as dampened a thong, that bitch!”
Seems a bit off. I would try replacing the comma with a period.
“Leah was only an idea girl, though. She needed other, lesser people to do the real thinking for her. “
Wait, she is an idea girl, but needs people to do the thinking for her? That’s a pretty awful idea girl!
“Though her parents had confiscated Leah's phone and computer, Leah always had a backup plan.”
Leah this, Leah that! I would try replacing “Leah’s phone” with “her phone.” It will make it sound much more fluid!
“Though it sickened Leah to use such primitive technology”
I’m not sure if it was conscious, but I noticed there was no comma after “though.” I wanted to say I like the omission of it. It has a nice ring to it! However, I think “although” would fit a bit better than the current.
“Thumbing through her contacts list, Leah found Daniel Xu, a nerdy Chinese kid in her anatomy class she used to cheat on homework.”
I believe you mean “contact list.” Also, the transition from “anatomy class” to “she used to” is practically non-existent. Rewriting the entire sentence – or maybe just that part? – would be a good idea.
“shaky social reputation plummet to the deepest depths of highschool hell.”
Great job with the alliteration here!
“(an immensely clever name Leah came up with all by herself)”
I rather like this parenthetical afterthought!
“A couple of days after acquiring the peetonium, Leah invited her three best friends over for a "study group" while her sister and her parents were out. That brings us to our current scene: Blonde, pretty Leah, raven-haired Tori, and the red-headed twins Elle and Candace, sitting around a pile of Caitlin's childish panties, in the middle of Leah's fenced backyard.”
“That bring us to…” should be the start of a new paragraph. It is ushering in a new perspective, and is separate enough from the sentence before it.
“Blonde, pretty Leah, raven-haired Tori, and the red-headed twins Elle and Candace, sitting around a pile of Caitlin's childish panties, in the middle of Leah's fenced backyard.”
Maybe it is just me, but I find this sentence needlessly difficult to understand. I would recommend rewriting it to include less commas and/or adjectives. Also, consider moving the adjective “fenced.” You don’t have to do it, but at least consider it.
“"Oh, don't whine," Leah scolded,”
Leah scolded her. “Leah scolded” alone is vague and seems very grade-school style writing. If you want to really go a professional route, don’t even put “Leah scolded her.” The fact Leah is speaking is implied in the text!
“She held up a pair of Caitlin's panties, with bananas printed on it. “
Keep it simple and try: “She held up a pair of Caitlin’s banana-print panties.” If you don't want to make that change, then understand "panties" is plural. Therefore, bananas are not printed on "it," but rather "them."
“Leah lied,”
That is implied with the text.
“All three girls gave Leah the exact same look. Confused and disgusted, yet curious.”
I would consider removing the word “exact,” although it isn’t a big deal. Replacing the period with the word "of" and reconstructing the adjectives to fit the new sentence would be very help, though. However, if you do that, you’ll want to make “yet curious” a complete statement and make it a separate sentence.
“Candace was the first to relent.”
Relent doesn’t make complete sense here. Try “submit.” It has a similar feel, but is more proper!
“"It looks pretty ridic--" Tori began, before being elbowed in the ribs by Leah.”
This isn’t the most realistic scene, though I’m not sure to what extent you value realism. Really depends on the environment you want to portray. What you’re showing is more fantasy and anime-ish than real life. If you want that, no changes are needed.
“sliding her pink thong off under her skirt and pulling up anteater print panties.”
Sounds a bit odd. I would recommended rewriting the sentence. Sliding her pink thong off sounds fine, but the addition of “under her skirt” makes it sound very weird. Also, anteater print panties? Sound horrifying!
“This, Leah though, was the moment of truth!”
You mean “thought,” but you would probably be better off removing the appositive (“Leah thought”) all together. Also, replacing “This” with “It” would help as well.
“"Tori announced, quickly shoving her hands between her legs.”
Instead of that, try “Tori shoved her hands between her legs.” Implies she is talking while removing superfluous narrative!
“tanned thighs clenched together.”
This might just be me, but “clenched” seems like an odd choice in words.
“I-I can't hold it..." she cried, "...the pressure is too strong! Crap, crap!!" she yelled, her hands lodged firmly between her thighs.”
“she cried” should be “She cried” and “she yelled” should be “She yelled”. Also, if you can afford the vagueness of “she yelled” here, then you either don’t need to say it, or you should be specific. Who yelled?
“"N-no no no, no...!" she exclaimed, doubled over in agony. “
I believe you mean: “N-no, no, no, no…!” Also, who is “she?”
“ driving Elle to the brink of leaking as well”
No need for “as well” here.
“She'd hobbled almost all the way the Leah's back door, though she lost another dozen drops of urine in the process.”
Tense issue. You mean: “though she had lost”
“Her butt, calves, shins, and feet all became thoroughly drenched in urine, and a large puddle quickly formed beneath her.”
This could be two sentences. “A large puddle quickly formed beneath her.”
“Each of her friends had just proven the peetonium to be exactly as effective as she needed, and the looks on their tear-stained faces were priceless!”
Just like the last suggestion. This would be better off as two sentences. “The looks on their tear-stained…”
“Occasionally, drops still managed to fall from their urine-soaked crotches.”
No need for “still” in this.
“and the start of an intricate tale of revenge that would only continue to spiral out of control. “
No need for “only continue to.” It really doesn’t seem to be spiraling out of control, so it couldn’t continue. |
[Caitlin]
Since she'd woken up early this morning, Caitlin LaVes had been having a particularly bad day. She didn't manage to arise before her alarm clock went off, her bed was terribly hard to make, her underwear drawer was in some ridiculous state of disarray that could be attributed only to a rogue trickster god, and her thick auburn hair was fussier than a hungry newborn.
School was no better, packed to the brim with lessons Caitlin had already learned, uninteresting small talk, and unseasonable warmth. Worse yet, she didn't catch a single glimpse of her crush, the dreamy, perfect, too-good-for-this-school Daniel Xu. Time was running out for her to ask him to the rapidly-approaching school dance, and she was certain Daniel was in high-demand. Who wouldn't want such a brilliant mind's hands on their hips, after all?
Caitlin had resolved to ask him through an email after school, but her literally insane parents dragged her out to buy clothes, delaying her plans. Thankfully, they'd gone without Caitlin's massive slut of a sister, Leah, because she needed to "study" with her equally-slutty friends. It was incredibly frustrating that Caitlin's parents actually believed her idiot sister's story, but Caitlin wasn't surprised. After all, it was Mom and Dad's messed up genes that created that ignoramus in the first place.
Caitlin was almost certainly adopted.
Once the insipid shopping trip ended, Caitlin eagerly returned home, chugged down her daily glass of cold green tea, then rushed into her room to type up Daniel's email, hoping it would help turn her bad day around.
However, before her computer could boot up, Caitlin felt a sudden twinge in her bladder. The green tea did tend to work through her system quickly, but not this quickly. Must be these atrociously tight new jeans, she thought. Wanting to be more comfortable, she pulled off the jeans (with some difficulty), and pulled on some slim grey sweatpants in their place. While changing, she bemoaned her choice of panties... today was supposed to be banana-print day, but Caitlin couldn't find them anywhere. Tragically, she had to settle with her elephant pair, six whole days before they were scheduled to be used.
Despite the wardrobe change, the pressure on Caitlin's bladder remained. Since her computer was still booting up, she figured a bathroom trip wouldn't hurt, even if it was much earlier than her usual allotted restroom time.
While approaching the bathroom, Caitlin saw that its door was shut and locked, a soft light emerging from underneath it. Of course. She sighed and shifted from leg to leg, hoping the bathroom's occupant would emerge soon. To distract herself from the pain in her bladder, Caitlin tried to go over algebra problems in her head. It was futile, however; she kept using the letter P as a variable.
Eventually, she could afford no more subtlety. Blushing, she knocked on the door with one hand while holding herself with the other.
"I'm in the shower!!" a high-pitched, screechy, raptor-like voice called from inside. Oh God... it was her.
"Leah, I need to urinate. Hurry up!" Caitlin pleaded. This was DEFCON 1, the worst case scenario. She did not want to deal with that whore right now.
"Yeah, no. Hold it, you little brat. Or, you know, just pee your pants!" Leah laughed.
Caitlin didn't even want to consider that possibility. Never... never had she wet herself. Not even on that class trip where the bus broke down and every other girl did. Not even when the power went out during that sleepover her parents forced her to go to. Caitlin's bladder control was one of her many sources of pride, one of the reasons she was respected despite being a little sister!
And yet... she was worried. The house only had one restroom, and Leah was known to take freakishly long showers; she probably needed a lot of time to get out the hooker smell. Caitlin bounced on her heel. Tachycardia. Inability to focus. Tachypnea. She began to sweat, and felt her heart sink into her stomach. This isn't normal, this isn't right, she thought; this isn't my schedule! She hadn't expected to feel an urge for another hour, and no restroom trips for an hour and a half!
She knocked more loudly, more rapidly. Leah only hummed, ignoring Caitlin's panicked knocking. One foot, then the other. One foot, then the other. Her thighs rubbed against each other, relieving the urge, but only slightly.
"Don't panic, Cait," Caitlin thought aloud, "just think. You're a thinker. We need alternatives." The kitchen sink, maybe? But her parents were in there, it wouldn't work. Outside? Someone might see, someone would surely see, she'd die if anyone saw! Bottles, empty bottles! That'd work!
Caitlin dashed back to her room as quickly as her bulging bladder would let her. Nearing hysteria, she began totally tearing apart her room, something she'd never, ever normally do. Book, book, pillow, pencil case, lamp, book, pillow, medal, trophy, jacket... there were no bottles! Caitlin's eyes darted about her now-unkempt room, looking for alternatives. Even a vase, a vase! No, no, she didn't have any vases, she was allergic to flowers! Her mind began to scream. Pee, pee, it shouted! Let it go, let it out!
"No, no, no!!" Caitlin growled, doubled over in pain. There wasn't much time, she was going to lose it! Sweat fell in beads down her arms and forehead, dampened her armpits and her inner thighs. At least, she hoped that dampness on her thighs was sweat...
The pain exponentially increased with every minute that passed. No longer could Caitlin think of anything other than her dire, urgent need to pee... and yet, she persevered. All her life, she hadn't lost it... she wasn't going to start now! She bit her lower lip and stepped back out into the hallway, hoping the bathroom would be free by now. With her knees together and her hands in her groin, Caitlin's pace was barely more than a toddler's hobble. Tears filled her eyes as she approached the restroom, the sounds of the shower torturing her like a valuable P.O.W.
Caitlin couldn't knock. She was scared stiff of even slightly shifting her position, lest the bladder burst and the stream shoot forth. Improvising, she knocked on the door with her forehead, four times before she felt sore.
"L-Leah..." she cried, barely keeping down her sobs, "please... I need to pee now!"
That's when the bathroom door opened. Steam and light poured out. A miracle! Salvati--
"Then pee yourself, bitch."
Leah's fist moved faster than Caitlin could react. A heavy, lightning-fast finishing blow. Caitlin loudly gasped, a shockwave plowing through every inch of her body.
It didn't start slowly. Immediately, a full-force stream of hot urine pushed its way into Caitlin's panties, then into her sweats. Her vision blurred with tears as she dropped to her knees, still feebly trying to hold the flow back with her tiny hands. Unabated, the stream split and hissed loudly between her fingers, spraying the tiled bathroom floor beneath her. Her grey sweatpants darkened to black as the hot liquid surged down her legs, pooling at her knees. Caitlin couldn't help but moan and shake with relief. Her eyes leaked liquid shame and her cheeks turned the color of embarrassment. And though she couldn't see, she knew. She knew, she knew, despite her flooded eyes, that Leah was there, towering above her as she always had, gloating. All that hard work, studying, early mornings and late nights, wasted. Leah had the upper hand once again. She was the elder, admirable sister, just like before -- Caitlin was the pissy, crying baby.
Overwhelmed and still peeing, Caitlin began to drift out of consciousness. Thump. Something hard. A laugh. Something stunk.
"Mom, dad, Caitlin's having an accid--" the demon's shrill voice was the last thing Caitlin remembered hearing.
---
Naked.
Cold.
Caitlin found herself staring at her own ceiling. The stench was gone. Her clothes were gone. She heard someone else in her room.
"M-mom...?" Caitlin weakly whispered.
"Caitlin." Her mother sounded as cold as the room.
"I-it was Leah, she..." Caitlin began.
"Enough. Leah already told me everything. She showed me what you were hiding."
...hiding? Caitlin wasn't hiding anything...
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Caitlin protested.
"Don't play dumb with me. Leah showed me. Three pairs of panties, covered and smelly with urine. She said you tried to hide them in her room."
"I-I did not! That's absurd!" Caitlin shouted, her face red with anger and bewilderment.
"Then why did I find you passed out in a puddle of pee just now?" Her mom questioned, crossing her arms and glaring.
"I-it was just this once, I don't know what--"
"That'll be enough, young lady. I knew you potty trained too early. Your sister took five years. Seems I'm not yet finished with you." Caitlin's mom opened a box. A soft, platic crinkling sound emerged. No. no. Caitlin knew what this was. Please, not this.
"Please, mom, I swear it was a one time thing!" Caitlin pleaded.
"You know the protocol," her mom said, opening a large plastic package, "I've done this for your sister, too." Caitlin heard the sound of tape ripping. "Now, lift your butt."
No, no, please, anything but that! Caitlin's eyes widened with terror as her mother approached her, a brightly decorated diaper in her hands. Not this, not this, not after all I've built up, please no, no, no...! ...too late. The soft, loving feeling of cotton. Warmth. Crinkle. Crinkle.
Before she knew it, Caitlin was once again the baby. Fifteen years, gone. No one would take her seriously. Wrapped around her waist was the most humiliating punishment her parents had ever inflicted on Leah... and it was now Caitlin's punishment. Fifteen whole years, undone.
"I won't tell your sister about this, but you'll wear those until the school dance, or you're grounded from every debate for the rest of the year." Caitlin's mother said sternly, then exited the room. Insane!
Caitlin laid stiffly, still shocked over what just happened. This was a setup, a trick, an evil plan... but who, how, why? Leah? Mom? Both? Who!? Tears once again began to stream down her cheeks. She rolled over to hug her teddy bear, but even that slight movement caused her diaper to loudly rustle. She felt sick. She had to sleep. She'd figure it out tomorrow.
Before Caitlin could close her eyes, however, her computer beeped. An email. She turned to face the screen, then went pale.
From: [email protected]
Subject: We need to talk. |
REVENGE: A Three-Part Omorashi Thriller
[Daniel] (written by frostyjr2)
Daniel Xu felt really terrible.
He had just finished an email chat with his classmate Caitlin LaVes.
He was telling her that her older sister Leah was planning a nasty surprise for someone, only to find out that it was poor Caitlin who had been the victim of Leah’s evil scheme.
Luckily, he hadn’t bothered to mention his own part in it.
He had been the one who had procured the Chinese herb which Leah had dubbed ‘peetonium’, the herb that caused the bladder to fill suddenly and then void almost immediately afterwards.
Now, Caitlin was in tears, and it was pretty much all his fault.
Daniel had always had a secret thing for seeing girls desperate, and his greatest fantasy was that someday he would actually get to see a girl who was in the throes of desperation have an accident in public. As Caitlin described what Leah had done to her, he realized that the thought of what had happened was making him feel just awful; it was not how he had imagined it would be at all.
Well, OK… he had to admit inwardly that he was a little turned on by the thought that Caitlin had actually peed her pants, but overall, he did feel bad about it.
“That bitch Leah!” he thought to himself.
She was always using him; making him do her homework or run errands for her, and now this. She had manipulated him into helping her humiliate her sister by causing Caitlin to wet herself uncontrollably while waiting for Leah to get out of their only bathroom.
OMG, what a low-down rat he was!
He hated himself for succumbing so easily to Leah’s wiles, but she was blonde and pretty, with a ‘banging bod’, as his friends would say.
She had him wrapped around her little finger, and he would have done anything she asked of him. Until now…
After talking to her sister, he understood how Leah had been using him all along.
She wasn’t interested in him, only in what he could do for her.
Yes, he had been duped, manipulated and used all along; that much was finally clear to him, thanks to Caitlin.
Now Daniel couldn’t decide who he hated the most at this moment: Leah, for using him; himself, for being stupid enough to fall for her con; or Caitlin, for bursting the bubble of his illusory happiness.
Even though he was mad at Caitlin, Daniel still felt a bit sorry for her now.
Caitlin had qualified for AP math, and she was taking the same math classes as Daniel, although she was a freshman and he was a junior.
So he had seen her before, but hadn’t really noticed her. He had been too infatuated with her flamboyant older sister.
Caitlin was a small girl, with long wavy red hair, green eyes, an upturned button of a nose, and with a light sprinkling of freckles on her face. She was near-sighted, and so she always wore small oval horn-rimmed glasses. A bit of a klutz, always bumping into things and people because her head was buried in a book. She was quiet and studious.
Caitlin also dressed rather modestly, but her clothes were always perfectly matched and ‘put together’.
And she was very cute, in her own ‘girl-next-door’ kind of way, Daniel realized now.
She was so completely different from her sister Leah.
Leah was a senior, tall, blonde, and sexy; a total airhead, a party animal, and a bit of a slut (if one had to be honest).
Which is why Daniel had been able to delude himself into thinking he stood a chance with her; after all, it seemed like she would sleep with just about anything in pants, and he wore pants every day.
His turn would have to come sooner or later, he had told himself. All he had to do was whatever she wanted him to.
Leah was irresistible, at least at first glance.
You had to look much closer at little Caitlin to notice her good qualities.
She was always in the shadow of her more popular, outgoing sister.
Who was actually a complete and totally evil bitch, Daniel now realized.
The image of Caitlin standing there in front of the bathroom door, uncontrollably wetting her sweatpants through her panties was now stuck in his mind.
Daniel smiled at the thought.
”I guess I’ve figured out which one I hate the most now,” he said to himself.
Time passed, and the school dance was coming up in just a few days now.
After their first email exchange, Daniel had begun video chatting with Caitlin every day.
The more they spoke, the more he realized that Caitlin was actually the more interesting of the LaVes sisters.
She was witty, she was intelligent, and she had a kind heart; well, except towards her sister and her parents. She really hated them.
However, knowing what he knew now, Daniel could sort of understand that. None of them were ever very nice to Caitlin, and her parents made it totally obvious that Leah was their favorite, even though she was rambunctious and out of control.
But then, Caitlin had some personality traits that made it difficult to deal with her at times.
She was a borderline obsessive compulsive, always needing a routine, always working to a schedule.
She was devastated when things didn’t go the way she wanted or needed them to.
She was also very fragile emotionally, even though she usually managed to hide that pretty well from the outside world.
Now that Daniel knew her a little better, it was a bit more obvious to him.
Finally, her drive to excel was almost as neurotically strong as his.
“And she doesn’t even have Asian parents,” Daniel thought, laughing.
But all of these things just made Daniel feel like he wanted to protect her.
Without even realizing it at first, he was falling for Caitlin… falling hard.
And when Caitlin finally confided in him that after Leah’s little trick her crazy mother was forcing her to wear a diaper, even though it had only been that one time that she had had an accident, his joy knew no bounds. She was wearing a diaper!
That was it, he was totally in love, and now he would do anything for Caitlin.
Including helping her plan her revenge on Leah.
The night of the school dance had finally come at last.
After a lovely warm spring day, the sun was setting, and all over town boys and girls were starting to get dressed up in their best clothes for the evening’s festivities.
Daniel was happy that Caitlin had agreed that they should go to the dance together.
It was not quite a date… but close enough.
He told her he would pick her up at her house around 7:30 PM.
When he arrived to collect Caitlin, he could see that Leah and her three girl friends Tori, Elle, and Candace had gone all out and rented a stretch limo for the night. The four of them, wearing flashy, trashy, revealing short dresses, tons of slutty makeup and jewelry, and reeking of strong perfume, were all piling into it like hookers into a pimpmobile as Daniel pulled up outside the house and parked his beat-up old Honda.
He wore a pair of khaki trousers, a slightly rumpled light blue button down shirt, a nondescript brown necktie that looked as if it had been knotted with a pair of pliers, a dark brown sport jacket that he had borrowed from his older brother, and a pair of scuffed brown loafers with no socks. Daniel hadn’t been able to find a clean pair anywhere, and had decided to go without.
“Coming to take my little sister to the Loser’s Ball, huh?” Leah remarked smugly as Daniel walked past the limo towards the house.
“She’s been hiding up in her room waiting for her Prince Not-So-Charming for the past three hours. You two should have fun together, you’re both such nerds!”
Her three friends snickered as he passed by without a word, his eyes lowered.
As the limo drove away, Daniel could see Leah pulling a small flask out of her purse and taking a quick sip before passing it to Candace.
He smiled to himself as he walked up the path the house and rang the doorbell.
When Caitlin answered the door, Daniel couldn’t believe his eyes for a second.
Unlike her slut of a sister, she was dressed simply yet elegantly in a matte black satin sheath dress that fell to just above her knees. The sleeves of the dress were done in a black nylon sheer fabric and the neckline followed the curve of her breastbone and that of the simple strand of pearls she wore around her neck without exposing any cleavage.
The dress accentuated her petite figure, hugging her small bosom, her hips and what Daniel could now see was a very round and shapely bottom. Underneath, Caitlin was wearing a pair of sheer black tights. On her small feet she wore black satin pumps that added about two inches to her height, and she held a simple small black satin clutch purse in her hand.
Her fingernails had been professionally shaped and coated with clear nail polish.
Her face was very lightly made up, just a hint of mascara and eye shadow to complement the natural blush of her cheeks, and her shiny red hair smelled of lavender soap and other floral essences.
He had never seen Caitlin like this before.
“Wow!” He was at a total loss for words.
“Oh my gosh, she’s really beautiful!” he thought.
And that was an understatement.
To Daniel at that moment, she was perfection itself.
He guessed she probably wasn’t wearing a diaper any more. But she was still perfect.
“I take it you like what you see,” Caitlin murmured softly, lowering her eyes demurely as she pushed her oval glasses back up her small nose.
She had done her research, approaching the matter of ‘dressing up’ as if it were another science project.
And like all her science projects, she was getting an A+ for this one.
Daniel could only mumble a quick “OMG, yes!” before the lovely young girl before him said, “Well, shall we be off?”
When they got to the dance, Daniel could see that Leah and her friends were already there, standing around sipping surreptitiously from the flask of booze and making catty comments about other girls’ outfits. The four of them were also getting very thirsty because the inadequate air conditioning in the high school gym was having a hard time keeping up with the heat of all those dancing bodies, and so they were drinking lots of punch, refilling their glasses constantly.
Daniel smiled to himself yet again.
Leah was playing right into their hands without even knowing it. All they had to do was wait just a bit longer.
Pretty soon after that, the four girls began to exhibit all the telltale signs of having to pee.
The first signals were rather subtle, but to Daniel’s trained eye, clear nonetheless.
They were all fidgeting, shifting weight from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing their legs, and even doing a bit of lip biting.
The one thing they weren’t doing, however, was leaving the gym to visit the restroom.
“Typical,” Daniel said to Caitlin as they both stood there watching Leah and her friends.
“They all have to pee, but none of them wants to be the first to admit that she needs to go.”
“Leah will probably break first. She’s not very good at holding it,” Caitlin said as she smiled in anticipation of what was coming.
Sure enough, shortly thereafter, Leah leaned over towards her friends and said something.
The three other girls nodded eagerly, and they all set off in the direction of the door leading to the hallway, and the rest rooms.
But before they could reach the door, four jocks from the football team approached them, blocking their exit, and started a conversation.
Leah’s secret crush, the team’s star quarterback, was looking right at her, making small talk.
As he chatted her up, he was also steering her back in the direction of the table on which the giant punch bowl sat.
When they arrived there, Daniel had just poured a glass of punch.
He was getting ready to hand it to Caitlin when the quarterback snatched it away from him.
“Can’t you see this lovely lady needs a drink?”, the jock sneered at Daniel as he handed it to Leah.
She took it from him and downed its contents quickly before handing the empty cup back to Daniel.
“Here you go, loser!” Leah laughed.
After drinking that last glass of punch, Leah began to fidget again. She could barely concentrate on what the hunky quarterback was saying to her, because the signs from her bladder were getting too strong to ignore for much longer.
She had already needed to pee pretty badly anyway, and although she didn’t yet realize it, there was a little extra something in that cup of punch.
A little dose of ‘peetonium’, added just for her.
She was oblivious to the wink the football player gave to Daniel, because she was too busy checking out Caitlin.
She clearly was finding it hard to believe it was that nerdy little brat sister of hers who was standing there in front of her.
Daniel could have sworn she looked jealous of Caitlin, at least for a second.
Then another look came over her suddenly.
“Oh jeez!” Leah exclaimed, clamping her legs together tightly and clutching at her rapidly expanding midsection. “I have to pee!”
“Not now,” said the quarterback. “They’re playing my favorite song, let’s go dance!”
Taking the desperate girl by the hand, he led her out into the middle of the dance floor.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea for the number one jock and his queen bee partner, and a spotlight lit the center of the dance floor as the quarterback and Leah stood there, exposed.
Leah was in obvious distress by now, almost fully doubled over, legs crossed, one hand on her distended abdomen and the other on the quarterback’s shoulder for support as her knees began to wobble and then buckle under her.
As Daniel watched in fascination, he thought to himself, “A couple of months doing his math and science homework in exchange for this, it’s worth it.”
Daniel took Caitlin’s hand in his as they prepared to watch Leah’s undoing together.
He nodded at the jock, and as if he were gracefully slipping an attempted tackle, the quarterback then quickly ducked out from under Leah’s hand, leaving her alone in the middle of the dance floor, alone under the bright spotlight just as she began to lose control of her bladder, unable to resist the power of the Chinese herb any longer.
Leah squeezed her thighs tightly together as one hand tried frantically to get up under her confining mini dress.
She didn’t even care who was watching, she just wanted to put pressure on her wee hole through her lacy bikini panties in order to prevent the pee from coming out. But it was too late. Just as her fingers found their way to her privates, Leah felt a squirt of hot fragrant pee dampen her panties.
“Oh no!” she gasped, as tears welled up in her eyes, tears of both pain and her shame at this very public humiliation.
Unable to prevent it, in full view of the whole school, Leah began to wet herself uncontrollably, the hot urine rushing out of her urethra, filling her panties and spurting out through them forcefully, accompanied by a soft hiss as it exited her body and the splashing sounds of her pee as it hit the floor between her legs. She stood in the spotlight, unable to move, unable to do anything except stand there peeing, mortified at her helpless state. As the flow of urine slowed, it trickled down her bare thighs and calves and then into her high heels, her short mini doing nothing to hide the fact that she had just peed her panties right there in the middle of the dance floor.
She looked down at her feet, seeing the rather large puddle which had formed there.
Then she looked up, searching the crowd for her friends, hoping that they would come to her aid.
But Tori, Elle and Candace were all giggling and pointing their camera phones at her, enjoying every second of Leah’s distress and embarrassment.
Daniel had told them about the ‘peetonium’ prank, and they realized that Leah had used it on them that day in her backyard so that they would wet Caitlin’s panties.
Now they too had gotten their revenge on her.
Totally alone and completely humiliated, Leah collapsed in the puddle of pee she had just made on the floor as the spotlight went out.
Daniel was in seventh heaven.
Not only had he helped to turn the tables on Leah, but he had gotten to realize his fondest dream of seeing a desperate girl totally lose control in public, and what was even better, he had caused it to happen.
He found himself very turned on by Leah’s ‘accident’.
Now, he could hardly wait to do it again.
As he drove Caitlin home, the two of them were laughing together about their successful plan for revenge when Daniel handed Caitlin a bottle of her favorite iced green tea.
Caitlin drank it eagerly as she sat next to him, enjoying her time with her own secret crush, but before too long, she began squirming in her seat, and feeling the urge to pee.
As Caitlin crossed her legs and fidgeted, she thought, “It’s probably just us talking about Leah’s wetting that’s making me need to pee.”
They were still a pretty long way from her house and for once Caitlin actually wished she had that diaper on. She certainly would be embarrassed if she were to have an accident in Daniel’s car. The urge started to grow, and grow stronger.
‘Oh my, this is rather odd,” she thought to herself.
Little did Caitlin know that Daniel had dosed her green tea with ‘peetonium’.
Yes, Daniel loved her… but he wanted more than ever to actually see her wet herself now.
As he watched her squirming, fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing her legs desperately while sitting next to him in her tight black dress, he smiled to himself.
What a day it had been already… and the best was yet to come, he mused, anticipating a private omorashi show from the cute little redhead in his passenger seat.
And then afterwards, he thought, he would comfort his little girl and tell her everything was OK, and that he loved her… and he smiled to himself yet again.
[The End]
Disclaimer:
This last part [Daniel] was written by me, frostyjr2.
The story was just too good, and i really wanted to hear how it ended.
But it didn't seem like that was going to happen, so i took it upon myself
to write the conclusion.
My apologies to Zryouiki, wherever you may be.
I hope that nobody minds that i did this... and that i was able to do it justice.
I guess it is pretty obvious where my sympathies lie, but i didn't want to disappoint
those of you that were hoping that Caitlin would wet herself again either.
Please comment, i'd really love to know what you all think about the ending !
<hugz>
Edited April 7, 2013 by frostyjr2
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Chatter filled the bus, as the children piled in for their trip to the Halloween haunted house. Timmy dove for a window seat right on the second row from the back, but Larry slid in underneath his arm. Safe! Larry grinned at his friend. Timmy settled into the aisle seat. Next time.
Timmy and Larry had met in their sixth grade year, by alphabetical accident. Though unrelated, both boys carried the surname Boone; hence they were seated one behind the other in class, Larry in row two, and Timmy in row three. Of course, everyone ask Larry and Timmy if they were related, so the boys soon decided that they were destined to become best friends, and so it proved.
Principle Davenport was a strict disciplinarian, and demanded hard work of his students, but he was also cool. His smiles were frequent and sincere, and he loved fun as much as the children in his charge. So it happened that Principle Davenport announced that all A/B students with zero behavior demerits would be taken on a Friday evening trip to the Halloween haunted house.
Actually, this haunted house was THE haunted house in that part of the state. The spooks were the spookiest, the gore the goriest, the blood the bloodiest, and the shock the shockingest – if that’s a word.
Timmy nudged Larry and nodded his head toward the girls in the seat in front of them. “Why on earth are you wearing a skirt?” asked one girl. “You know they have compressed air nozzles in the floor.”
“Maybe so,” returned the other girl; “But if I have an accident, it’s easier to hide under a skirt.”
“I’m wearing a maxi pad, just in case,” her friend replied. Both girls giggled.
“Girls!” whispered Larry. Timmy grinned and nodded agreement, glad to be a boy.
The bus doors opened, and the students piled out and fell into the line waiting to enter the haunted house. Principle Davenport passed out the tickets. “Have fun!” he said. “Planning to!” echoed from several mouths.
As the line slowly wound toward the yawning entrance to the haunted house, groans, screams, and daemonic laughter testified to scary times within. Timmy shivered with excitement, for the first time feeling pee pressure, seemingly at the very tip of his penis. Instinctively Timmy felt his crotch. Larry smiled. “Don’t worry; it’s just excitement,” which, of course, it was.
Darkness swallowed the boys, as they entered the haunted house. No light, no sound, no nothing, then – bang: A flash of light a cloud of smoke, and a witch sailed by, inches in front of the boy’s faces. “Woah!” Shouted Larry, laughing.
So their tour of the haunted house progressed. Corpses sat up in coffins; bodies with twisted necks swung back and forth; a hooded felon jerked in an electric chair; weird sounds and odors wafted through the labyrinthine halls.
“You boys are in deep trouble,” rumbled a deep voice from the shadows, as strong hands grasped Larry and Timmy by the shoulders, leading then down a hall.
“Wow! You sound really scary,” laughed Larry. Timmy wasn’t so sure.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do you?” growled the voice. We caught it all on our night vision surveillance cameras.”
“C-Caught what?” Larry stammered, not laughing, now.
“We saw you pick that boy’s pocked in the cemetery. You snitched his wallet and handed it to your friend, here. There’s a deputy waiting outside to take you both to juvy detention. Then they’ll call your parents.”
“We didn’t do anything! Honest mister!” wailed Larry. Timmy felt tears in his eyes. What would his parents say, when they found him in juvenile detention?
“Go right through that door,” ordered the boy’s unseen captor, pushing the boys ahead. The door opened; a cool breeze blew in; and Timmy and Larry found themselves standing alone, outside the haunted house.
Neither moved. Where was the deputy? Slowly they began to realize – they’d been had, royally. That’s when Timmy felt the warm wetness between his legs. Grabbing his crotch, Timmy confronted the unthinkable. He’d peed his pants.
Timmy turned away, but not before Larry saw the telltale dark stains on the insides of Timmy’s pants legs. “Don’t sweat it, Buddy; it’s only pee.” Larry put his arm around Timmy’s shoulder, and they walked toward the bus.
“Only pee,” thought Timmy. “Yeah! Right! But it’s running down my legs, not yours.” Timmy began to cry.
“Keep close behind me,” whispered Larry, as they climbed the bus stairs. Timmy shadowed Larry to their seats, with no one the wiser. Whew! Safe, until they got back to the school. Then….Timmy cried silently.
“Nice panties,” said a boy, as he passed the girls in the seat ahead.
“I told you you shouldn’t have worn a skirt,” said one girl; “You showed your panties to half the school.”
“I don’t care,” replied the other girl; “At least my panties are dry – almost. Larry smiled and nudged Timmy, but Timmy didn’t respond.
“Come on, Timmy,” encouraged Larry. “Everybody pees their pants sometime. Maybe you can get a tee shirt, or something.” Timmy continued to cry.
Larry slipped forward a little in the seat. He spread his legs and relaxed. Larry strained gently, then a little harder. Finally, he was rewarded with a squirt of pee. Again. Larry reached for Timmy’s hand, placing it on his crotch. Timmy jerked back his hand, then stopped, and tentatively felt Larry’s pants. Larry strained again. And Timmy felt the warmth spread down his crotch. Timmy looked at Larry, eyes wide. “Delayed reaction,” shrugged Larry, as he continued to pee slowly in his pants.
Larry and Timmy would talk about their night at the haunted house frequently, reliving in memory – and sometimes in reality – the warm wetness in their pants. But that’s another story. |
I loved the Percy Jackson books. Heck, I liked the movie (watch it without comparing it to the books). When Heroes of Olympus came out I was excited. New Demigods! Then son of Neptune came out as well as Mark of Athena. Don't get me wrong, I certainly enjoyed them but... I could have used a little less of the characters from the Percy Jackson saga. So this will take place during the Mark of Athena with an entirely OC cast of my own. The events of Son of Neptune and Lost Heroes did occur but they aren't a main concept for this story. Leo designed the ship but he won't be present through out this story. (I really liked Leo but I already chose my seven after finishing "Mark of Athena" and I didn't take him into account right away)
Prologue
Murky green waves crashed against each other amidst the backdrop of a storming sky. The water reflected the horrific power of the coming storm as it swirled and overlapped smaller waves. Foam sprayed through the air between the clashing of waves. Lightning crackled above the ocean’s turmoil with the booming thunder following like a loyal dog. The icy air was quickly filled with drops of rains that were like frozen needles on the skin. Howling winds could topple even the most structurally sound tower with ease. A particularly large wave rose and crashed back down sending ripples the size of an average wave to be dwarfed by surrounding arcs of green water.
Pitch black clouds swirled above the angry waters. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky briefly illuminating the clouds revealing where one would end and another began. Rain showered from the heavens in sheets. Gusts of powerful winds sent the droplets falling down side ways and making unnoticeable ripples in the ocean below. The gales of wind managed to warp the pattern of waves and caused an erratic swarm of waves to briefly form mountain’s that seemed to swallow each other before lapping the watery surface below.
A rusty trident slowly ascended from beneath the water rising above the crashing waves. At first only the three points are visible but soon the majority of the shaft is shown. The metal begins to reverse corrode and the metal gleams revealing its glowing bronze texture. A bronze javelin began to descend from the clouds, it crackled with lightning and the golden glow and blue light mingled as it lit up the sky. Energy exploded from both weapons and blinding white light tore through the scene.
“A war amongst the gods a brewing! A war against themselves is brewing!” An empty, disembodied voice shouted above the howl of the winds.
Melissa Young felt her eyes flutter open to the darkness of the early morning hours. She furrowed her brow for a moment as her body began to realize a strange warmth saturating it as well as her covers and bedding. Her eyes went wide as she put two and two together. She flung herself out of her bed clumsily tumbling to the hardwood floor below drips of still warm urine rolling down her pink pajama capris. “Oh god, Oh god! How could I? I? what… no!” She howled in humiliation.
She was practically hysterical as she assessed the situation. The fabric of her pajama capris went from hot pink to a darker color, same for her cotton night shirt. Her blanket and sheets were soaked badly and a small puddle rested on the spot her butt used to lay. She cringed in disgust as the sour scent of urine began to fill the room. Her face began to radiate warmth from her bright red cheeks as she blinked back tears.
She finally set out to her parents room, her damp bare feet slowly shuffled over the hardwood floor over to her parents room. She cringed as she slowly raised her right hand. Her arm trembled as she clenched her hand into a limp fist. She finally managed to rap the wooden door a couple times. She waited in silence till she heard her step-dad rouse. “Wha-what is it?” His speech was slurred as it called out from the room.
Melissa stared at the door for a few moments not quite sure what to do. She shivered as she became aware of the coolness of her urine.
“Hello?” His voice called out again as Melissa heard movement coming from the room.
Melissa felt herself began to sob as she forced herself to speak. “I wet the bed.” She sobbed as tears began to roll down her face.
For a moment there was only silence but then the door was opened to reveal a sympathetic man in his late thirties with jet black hair that contained traces of white strands among his mane. He was handsome, he had probably been more so in his hay day. He rubbed sleep from his eye as her assessed her urine soaked clothing and tear stained face. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“Just change and sleep on the couch I guess. I’ll try to wash your bedding while you’re at school tomorrow.” He shrugged weakly.
Melissa nodded slightly and returned to her room to change in to a pink night gown and gathered a clean blanket before heading out to sleep on the sofa.
Longer posts to come, I just wanted to get this post out before I get swamped for the rest of this month:/ Hope you enjoyed! Comment below, pretty pretty please. |
This is just a quick post to fill the time between now and my next post, whenever that may be. Also here is the model for Melissa. https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHonIJ5Rrg3M6Hyc_BNXFIWU3biJ_xAjzgh5Jl7I8JOYpjv5qG
A smile slowly stretched its way onto Melissa’s nearly flawless face. “It was just a dream.” She mumbled sleepily. She attempted to stretch out before she found herself oddly confined. She furrowed her brow before sitting up as reality hit her in the gut. It was no dream, sixteen year old Melissa Young, captain of the volleyball team as well as the sophomore homecoming queen had wet her bed. As a result she had finished her sleep on her family couch.
It was unprecedented. How could she have…. She shook her head as tears once again began to brim in her eyes. She had bigger things to worry about. However She wasn’t able to shake the humiliating knowledge that she had soiled her bed. She found her face only begin to burn with embarrassment as she started the shower. She stripped nude before slowly stepping into the steamy flow of water. She sighed softly as she adjusted the temperature, and almost magically, the flow of water washed her thoughts away.
Eventually she forced herself to emerge from her steamy shower. She ignored the lingering sensation of embarrassment as she dried herself off as well as her chocolate brown hair. Afterwards she found herself dressed in dark-wash cigarette jeans that had pre-torn patches along the front of the thigh, a grey Abercrombie t-shirt and a black leather cropped vest. She gave herself a quick touch up of make-up before shouldering her hot pink tote bag before getting into her late 90’s mustang. She took a deep breath as she tried to dismiss her memory of her accident before pulling out and heading to Roosevelt High.
She pulled into the back parking lock, locked her car as she raced off to the main building. She slipped through the double doors and jogged up a set of stairs, briefly stopping at her locker to take out a chemistry book before she took off to her first hour. Her red Tom’s slapping the ground beneath her, was the only sound in the empty hallway just before the tardy bell rang. She slowed her pace immediately and hung her shoulders in defeat as she dragged herself through the doors of her classroom and took her seat without looking at the teacher.
Thankfully Ms. Grimm didn’t say anything to the young student. Melissa wasn’t in the mood to be chastised after her bed wetting. She just couldn’t get over that. She was sixteen! How could she have soaked her bed. It was utterly humiliating and…. Depressing. Her friend must have noticed her composure because she spoke up about it.
“Hey Melissa, is something wrong?” Ariel, her blonde haired friend asked. Melissa shook her head, not too keen on revealing her accident. “You can tell me.” Ariel persisted.
“I’ll tell you in gym.” Melissa felt herself blush at the mere thought of telling Ariel. Ariel was a good friend, but not always understanding. The beautiful cheerleader would most definitely squeal with disgust if Melissa admitted she wet the bed. But since gym wasn’t till sixth hour she would have plenty of time to concoct a perfect lie. Or so Melissa thought.
Sixth hour came much quicker than Melissa thought and she didn’t think of any elaborate lie so when Ariel met Melissa at their gym locker with much more glee than was necessary Melissa just blushed and stared at her feet. She struggled to slip her jeans off of her legs, revealing white boy shorts.
“So what’s wrong?” Ariel asked, who was way to comfortable with her body as she stripped down to her bra and panties within seconds, even taking time for Melissa to answer to replace her clothing.
Melissa on the other hand, who was definitely as beautiful as Ariel, if not more so, only took off one main article of clothing at a time. Once she had her jeans off she quickly began to pull up her red soffe around her waist. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Melissa moaned as she slipped her tops off and replaced them with a red t-shirt that was emblazed with her school’s name on it.
“Oh don’t be like that.” Ariel muttered as she shifted through her bag for her gym clothes.
“I’m serious. It’s embarrassing.”
“Even better.” Ariel laughed pulling out her gym clothes, taking her time to put on her own soffe and gym shirt.
“Seriously.” Melissa mumbled as she locked their joint locker before the two made their way to the main gym. Ariel, had other plans and pinned Melissa against wall.
“We aren’t leaving till you tell me.” She smirked.
“Ariel, please-“
“Nope. Tell me.” Ariel cut her friend off.
“I….” Melissa stared at her tennis shoes which she replaced her Toms with. “I wet the bed.” Melissa whispered after she was sure everyone was out of range.
“Ew!” Ariel cried out before giggling. “Seriously?”
Melissa nodded. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
Ariel only shrugged her shoulders in reply as she followed her friend at a slight distance.
Melissa blushed brightly now that her secret was out. She wouldn’t put it past her own best friend to gossip about it. She trailed behind her friend a little reluctantly, half expecting Ariel to burst out in another fit of giggles and blurt out her secret.
Fortunately they progressed through gym without Ariel so much as referencing the scene from earlier. Melissa began to expect it was because Ariel was to disgusted to even want to talk about it though. Melissa blushed as they made their way back to their locker at the end of the hour. Ariel kind of rushed to be away from her, as if Melissa’s mere presence was disgusting. Melissa stared at her sneakers as she slowly dragged her feet towards the locker room door and found herself the last one in the nearly empty gym.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Melissa nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned to face the source of the screech, a frail old lady who seemed to have come from nowhere. Melissa was about to check on her when the woman leaped impossibly high into the air, revealing ugly brown wings where her arms should have been. Long talon like fingers extended from the end of both wings and her legs were longer and skinnier than any humans, perfect talons replaced her feet.
The monstrous lady emitted another screech as it hurtled towards Melissa. Melissa shielded her eyes as she released her own scream. A metallic explosion filled the air followed by a loud hiss. There was a moment of hesitation before Melissa opened her eyes to find a veil of water blasting from the plumbing system where the water fountain had previously been only moments ago. The veil seemed to surround Melissa like a shield and apparently flowed with enough pressure to keep the harpy separated from Melissa.
Harpy? Where did that word come from? Unfortunately Melissa didn’t get much time to focus on that thought because a bronze hatchet sliced through the air, easily cutting through the woman. Gold dust exploded as her only remnants. The veil of water splashed to the ground once the threat was gone.
Melissa turned her head to find a slightly chubby kid retrieve his hatchet and have it reduce in size and change its form till it became a cheap hand flag. He glanced at me for a moment and he cracked a grin on his previously serious face. Melissa decided he would be incredibly handsome if he worked out.
His voice finally broke the silence. “Have an accident did you?” He asked.
Melissa furrowed her brow as she slowly grew aware of a cooling warmth saturating her lower body. She glanced down to find her soffe drenched with urine and her legs glistening from wetness. A slightly yellow puddle expanded from beneath her till it mingled with the clearer water. Melissa gasped, absolutely mortified. Sometime during the attack she must have wet herself in fear. Her eyes drifted to the stranger.
“Relax…. You have a change of clothes right?”
“Yeah.” Melissa said awkwardly.
“Ok go get changed and meet me in the parking lot.” He started off towards the door.
“Wait what?” Melissa raised a brow.
“I mean… well we are going to camp half-blood.”
“Camp half-blood?”
“Er… demigods, chiron…. None of this is ringing a bell to you?”
Melissa shook her head.
“Christ. Why can’t parents ever tell their kids the whole story.” He shook his head. “OK look. Just meet me in the parking lot and I’ll explain there.” He took off running.
Melissa hesitated for a moment. She eventually took off to the locker room, her sneakers squelching all the way. She slowly snuck her way into the gym trying to avoid humiliating herself further. Fortunately the locker room was already empty and she simply stripped to her underwear. She hesitated for a moment before stripping her boyshorts off and wading them up into the back of her gym locker for the time being. She ended up pulling up her tight jeans without any underwear, a fact that bothered her. She didn’t have much time to think about it, or the uncomfortable fill of the denim against her private parts. She simply slipped on her t-shirt and vest and pulled on her toms after tossing her wet sneakers and socks into the locker along with her underwear.
“Ariel is going to gag when she opens the locker.” Melissa mumbled as she grabbed her bag and raced out to the parking lot. “What am I doing? I’m meeting a stranger who carries some magical axe thing. This is insane.” Melissa muttered under her breath as she ran to the parking lot, regardless of her doubts.
I think I'll leave it at that for now:P |
This is a short story I wrote a little while ago, it has been published on other sites before, so if you frequent other places, you may well have come across it. It is a work of pure fiction based upon my own particular kinks. I humbly offer it to this group. If liked, I have a couple more stories to add.
The Otter Club
This evening was to be one of those special occasions, The Otter Club were to meet at their house, and David and Shirley were almost beside themselves with anticipation. You might have said they were practically wetting themselves!
Everything was set. The pool area which was to be the main area of focus had been decked for the occasion. There were lights, and decorations, and a small but well stocked add hock bar, in fact everything you might expect for a party. However this time there were to be only three other couples. Maybe more of what the French might have called a soirée!
Shirley went through her mental check list of all the little items a hostess should remember, whilst David was also going through his own list of the practical things he had taken responsibility for organizing. By mutual consent this was not to be a "better bash than last time" sort of keeping up with the Jones’s, each host trying to out do the last. It was generally considered that the content and the setting for the evening was the main reason for them all to attend. And as they took it in turns to host the Club, through the summer months, when the weather was warm enough to host the parties, this was one of the facets that made the group what it was. Easy going, friendly, welcoming and inviting, without being bitchy in any way.
The bar was well stocked, not with the high octane stuff found at some parties, but with low alcohol beers and wines and other soft drinks. A little alcohol loosened the inhibitions, but no on would want to dull their senses for the evening’s entertainment.
This was no ordinary social occasion. This was not "A few drinks at the Smyth’s, or an evening with the Jones's. No, this promised to be so much more. And so much more fun. Hedonistic fun. Debauched dirty fun!
It had started a couple of years ago, when Shirley had noticed an interesting discussion on a certain bulletin board she liked to frequent. The discussion had started publicly on the web-site, but had soon taken a more private role, when the interested parties realized that they had stumbled upon an idea which, although it had to start publicly, they did not want to remain in the public domain.
In short they discovered they were a small group of thirty or forty professional "something’s" who had used the success of their labors to make comfortable homes. Homes in which they could be themselves. Homes in which they could explore and enjoy their sexual preferences. Homes that had private swimming pools, where they could bathe in the any manner they chose, without fear of ridicule, or raising an eyebrow.
Quite a few people had chimed in to the original discussion, but only a few were invited to continue the discussion when it moved on from the public board to the privacy of instant messaging and emails.
Not that the move was an easy step to take. It is one thing to communicate "openly" behind the anonymity of the internet, its completely different kettle of fish to move that discussion on to another level, where you are forced to reveal your actual identity. However four couples had held their collective breaths and had taken that giant leap of faith. Two years down the line no one regretted the move, and everyone agreed that their lives had been made so much richer for the experience.
The great British reserve usually means that no one talks about sex, and specifically their own little fetishes. But when a group of Adult minded people get together and manage to break the taboo, well so much fun can be had. Especially when the people involved are "your kind of people” Professional people, who would have as much to lose as you. Discretion was at the heart of the group along with open discussion and openness.
The first meeting had been held in a pub. Four couples met for the first time. Some with more anxieties than others, but all with a desire to enjoy the company of people who enjoy the sort of things they do. But something just clicked, and very quickly they felt comfortable with each other, and felt more and more able to "open up” and be honest in speaking about what, well to be honest, is not usually talked about, in open discussion like that.
Maybe it was because they met as strangers, was what made it work so well. Eight people, who were not friends at the time, talking without the usual reserve that accompanies both old and new friendships. Eight people who became firm friends so quickly, over a shared kink, a common fetish!
The door bell rang, and two hearts leapt. The first of their overnight house guests were here. They made their way to the front door, to welcome the new arrivals.
No one had to travel more than about fifty miles to any of the other Otter Club members houses, so they generally arrived fresh, on time, and ready for the fun to begin.
Shirley opened the door to reveal two couples, John and Clare and Gary and Margaret had chosen to travel down together, having found a few meetings ago that they were practically neighbors. Well inhabitants of neighboring towns. That just left Dave and Sheila, who had the furthest to travel, but who usually arrived punctually.
Indeed the two couples had not really had time to complete their welcoming, and bring their cases into the hall before Dave and Shelia's Saab pulled in to the driveway. All had arrived safely and the evening could begin.
The couples had all visited with each other before, which made the domestic arrangements easy to deal with. They had all stayed with one another, and so were able to navigate their cases to their respective guest rooms, without too much help with directions. However each of the visiting couples also took a case along towards the pool, where they eagerly assembled, crowding around the bar.
As resident host it fell to David to formally welcome the guests and declare the meeting of the Otter Club open.
He reminded them of the club rules.
1. Although nudity was permitted, this was only to facilitate the changing of clothes, or active sex. Clothing was to be worn at all other times.
2. This is not a swinging group, or a knocking shop! Couples are free to engage in sex at any time, but only with their respective partner. Of course the odd respectful touch or contact was perfectly OK, as long as it was received in the same light hearted vain as it was given. We operate on trust here people, If you abuse this rule you will not be invited back to the club again.
3. Always respect each others feelings.
4. Above all enjoy yourselves, and let the evening commence.
The couples present commenced their attack on the bar.
Initially the four couples stood around the indoor pool in this large detached house in the Home Counties might not have looked out of place. Four obviously well to do couples, dressed in clothing that ranged from casual through to the casual side of formal, might not have raised much of an eyebrow, but the evening would prove to be a little strange if an ordinary cocktail party had been anticipated. However the friends anticipated something very different!
The small talk about jobs and careers was still going strong, as was the amount of liquid being quaffed,, but it was still a good three quarters of an hour before Sheila announced that she was probably going to "open the evening properly" as she put it. There was an appreciative cheer, and the assembled party collectively turned in her direction, while she stepped back a couple of steps, so as to be the center of attention.
There she stood on the generously wide pool side, dressed in her white linen trouser suit, white blouse and cream court shoes. "Oh God" she says, "I really need this", and with that she stands with her feet slightly apart, and looks straight ahead at her assembled audience, not making eye contact, just allowing a dreamy expression to flow over her face. A few seconds passed, and then the collective holding of breath were treated to a sound that could be heard above the light humming of the pool pump, a sharp hiss that developed into a hollow little roar. A stain blossomed in the crotch of her cream linen trousers, and a delighted smile spread over her lips, a contagious smile that spread to the whole group. The dark wet stain grew with intensity as she bore down on her bladder and voided its contents into the white cotton knickers she had dressed in especially for the occasion. The deluge continued down towards her shoes rippling over the surface of her slacks from the little fountain that had appeared at her crotch. As the waters began to dwindle she laughed a little delighted laugh and tossed her head, sweeping her hair over her shoulders as she did. She also shuddered in a way that might have made a casual observer thing that she had climaxed at the same time.
An enthusiastic round of applause greeted the cessation of the flow, and having regained her composure Sheila smiles a self confident smile of accomplishment and performs a deep bow, holding one arm across her stomach as she does. The applause dwindles and she retakes her place within the close confines of the social group.
"I don't think I could of held on to that for much longer", she confessed to the group. "I've been drinking diet coke all the way here, and you know what that does to me! And I had the competition to think of after all!",
"The evening is young", said David, "but I think you have set the bar pretty high with that little performance. Swim?
"No", she replied, "I'll wait till hubby goes in, and join him."
"Oh, come on", said Gary, “I’ll bet you've got that perfectly lovely white bra on under your blouse, and I really can't wait to see your tits when it all gets wet".
"Oh fuck it" says Dave "you can't fight against public opinion!" and with that he begins to pee his pristine chinos, however owing to the little show his sexy wife has just put on, he is still sporting something of a stiffy, and the beginning of his flood starts considerably higher towards his belt than his wife’s lovely gusher only a couple of minutes earlier.
Another round of applause greets the coincidental reaching of his stain to his cuff pants, and the final emptying of his bladder. He then took his wife’s hand and they paraded round to the deeper end of the pool where a small diving board reached out over the waiting waters. They both climbed the small step on to the low board, and sidled hand in hand to the end where they turned to one another, and embraced, the embrace of lovers, kissing deeply. In truth Sheila was busy pushing the last drops of pee into her pants prior to the drenching they were about to receive. Lost in the kiss they over balanced, and plunged, still in each others arms, into the chlorinated water below. In the pool they broke their embrace and swam for the shallow end of the pool, where they kissed deeply again standing waist deep in their freshly drenched clothes. The kiss deepened and the embrace became more intense, more adult! He had his hands on her breasts, massaging her glorious globes through the material of her blouse and bra, he soon moved on to her crotch rubbing her in a delightful, but urgent way through her clothes.
Breathless she says, "come on, time for my orgasm" and without further ado, he helps her out of her trousers, and lifts her on to the edge of the pool and proceeds to carry out an act of oral sex on her person, whilst she holds the sodden crotch of her panties to one side to allow him full access.
All of this is observed, applauded and cheered by the, as yet dry, onlookers, who continue to drink deeply from the bar.
Once spent the happy if bedraggled couple climb up the pool steps and head over to their respective suitcase, lying open in then area of the diving board. They help to strip each other out of their wet clothing, and dry each other lovingly with one of the many towels they have in their case. They then dress in dry clothes, another pair of chinos and a shirt for him, underwear and a light cotton summer dress for her, and rejoin the entertainment at the other end of the pool.
The introduction of water sporting into the wetlook group had been a later addition, the "competition" later again. Initially the group met for social evenings around the pool, which were an excuse for frolicking in the pool in their clothes. It had been at Dave and Sheila's house and in their pool when the new twist had been brought to the group. Dave and Sheila had been avid watersports enthusiasts for years peeing away merrily whenever the chance arose. They were unsure if they could bring this further wet kink to the clothed swimming club, but in the end decided that if they spoke about it within the group they would be able to gauge the collective reaction.
They waited until they were on home turf, as it were, not wanting to disgust the group and spoil the relationship with an unwelcome pee in someone else’s pool. When the drink was flowing and after several people had excused themselves for a more conventional bathroom break, Sheila spoke up.
"Does anyone mind if I try something a bit different tonight" she asked the little group of her relatively new friends. "Sometimes I like to get a bit wet first, before going in the pool, and I'm hoping you will allow me to do so tonight. I understand that it is not always everyone’s cup of tea, but Dave and I have enjoyed this little kink from the very start, and we're rather hoping you will too".
There were a couple of confused looks from the room, but also two or three knowing glances.
John was the first to break the slight pause. "You are talking watersports here aren’t you?" Sheila said that she was.
"Oh wonderful" said John and Claire together, we do that as well, but didn't know if the group would go that way. We've been sneaking off to the bathroom, and wetting our pants on the toilet, before redressing and jumping in the pool before anyone notices a wet spot!”
"Does anyone have a problem with it" asks Sheila, "’cause I think its great fun, and would like the group to be about knicker wetting as well as fully clothed swimming. However if anyone’s going to be appalled I won't ever mention it again, as I don't want to spoil what we have here.
Silence filled the room for a couple of seconds whilst everyone let everyone have a chance to have their say. After what seemed like a long time John spoke up again.
"Go on Shirley, fill your boots!!"
And with that she did.
The group had not looked back since. David and Shirley were the only couple who had not tried the damp delights of wetting themselves up until that point, but after some initial reservations they took to it, well like ducks to water!
Later came the competition.
It had been at John and Claire's house that the hosts put up a bottle of champagne as a prize. "Our house, our rules. We'll have a little wetting competition tonight. It will be an informal thing, and we won't bother keeping a proper score. But towards the end of the evening, we'll discuss who did the best wetting. Please award marks in your own mind for Style, Grace, Quantity and Quality of flow, Size of stain etc. This will be a freestyle event, so we will basically be judging each other on the most entreating pee of the evening. We will be allowed as many attempts as we like. The winner will receive this bottle of champers, to toast their win, and hopefully prime the pumps for an encore. Any questions?" There were none, they all thought it a wonderful idea.
By virtue of the "competition" the women of the group tended to wear trousers for the beginning of the session, only swapping to a skirt or a dress after their initial "show flooding". Their second and subsequent suit of clothes allowed for wet fully clothed sex as the evening developed!
Shirley was the next person to step forward for her moment of fame. She had started drinking soft drinks late in the afternoon, and was struggling to contain an overflowing bladder so as to enjoy the maximum flow when she did open the floodgates. She was a pretty petite woman and she was wearing tight blue jeans and a cream blouse. The guests knew all about David’s swimsuit "thing" and expected his wife would be wearing a Speedo under her clothes rather than the more traditional underwear the other ladies would have chosen for the event. They also knew David would be sporting a ladies one-piece under his clothes. But that was just fine with the group as well.
Shirley made her way to the diving board, and stepped up on to the plastic surface of the board. She made her way to the end of the board and held out her hands. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Otter Club" she announced, "I humbly offer my contribution to tonight’s competition." With that she stood casually at the end of the board and assumed a legs together standing up straight position. She gave her crotch a very unladylike rub, and then moved her hand out of the way to reveal the full delights of her normally socially unacceptable act. Pee burst from her jeans and soaked her crotch in an instant. Due to the tightness of her jeans the pee spread sideways flooding her thighs as well as radiating down her legs. Oh the sheer delight and joy of abandoning all those years and years of social conditioning and toilet training, and giving herself up the damp rapture of forcefully wetting her jeans. The stain spread out and at the same time down her jeans, pee cascading down the outside of the fabric, glistening as she peed her little heart out. The audience whooped in sheer joy seeing her show, and were clapping loudly even before her streams subsided. Spent she accepted their applause for a moment, then lifted her arms into the crucifix pre-diving position and executed a damn near perfect dive into the waters below.
They watched as her clothed body swam the short length of the private pool to the shallow end where she went to the corner of the pool and nestled into the natural corner of the pool. Shirley sank back in to the water until her shoulders were about level with the water line, her high necked Speedo now plainly visible through here light cotton top and undid the button and zip of her jeans, slipping her hands down into her sex, and rubbing herself to orgasm through the nylon fabric of her swimsuit. A process which, due to her already excited state, did not take long!
It had taken Shirley a little while to convert to watersports. She and David had enjoyed the wet look thing for years, ever since their honeymoon, when they had showered together in that hotel bathroom laughing like loons as their clothes soaked to their skins and made them even hornier. From that day on any occasion they could take to get wet was grabbed with both hands. Neither of them had thought about peeing as well. It simply hadn't been the done thing.
Not that the idea disgusted them now, they immediately understood the difference between elective sexual wetting and the awful incontinence that plagues the infirm, and some of the firm as well. They saw the fun that could be had, but it had taken Shirley quite a lot of work to overcome the ingrained training her mother had drummed in to her at such a young age.
She wondered what she could do to overcome this natural human trait, and it was David, beloved David who suggested the start of the solution. David not only liked her to wear her clothes to get wet in, but he also liked one piece swim suits. He suggested that she should wear a swimsuit in the shower whenever she felt the need, and should pee in her suit in the shower. Later he said that when she used to doing that she should pee her dry suit prior to switching on the shower. Later still it was his suggestion that she should wear her knickers when she went and sat on the toilet. You wash your smalls, so no one need ever know, and what does it matter if you pee 10 pairs of pants a day, had been his characteristically off hand comment.
Shirley found it hard to break the habits of a lifetime, however David seemed to enjoy this new twist taking to it with enthusiasm. It brought a new spark to their love life, so Shirley persevered enjoying her successes for the joy it brought her as well as the effect it had on David! Soon she was positively enjoying her new dark secret, for it's own sake, and she eventually felt ready to go public with her new found skill. Well as public as the Otter Club!
It took several attempts at the Otter Club meetings before she had the confidence to complete a full on wetting, but they understood the difficulties she faced and always welcomed her attempts with encouragement and understanding.
Tonight’s achievement was a new high. An absolute full on, screaming orgasm, honest to goodness, pant wetting, wetting. And if asked Shirley would have admitted that Shirley was probably not the only one to have come in her pants as she went in them.
Claire was the next person to step up to the challenge, but her approach took a different line. She asked John to take a seat in one of the plastic chairs that sat around the white plastic table. John had a good idea of what was going on, and eagerly sat down. Claire walked the few steps in about the sexiest "come and fuck me way" anyone had ever seen, she sat seductively on David's lap, a leg either side of his, with the crotch of her green cotton trouser suit on display for all of the assembled group to see. Shirley had reached her orgasm, and now made it to the side of the pool, leaning on folded arms on the poolside wearing a knowing smile, in full knowledge of what was going to transpire.
John took full advantage of the situation, of having his sexy wife sit with her back to him, her small pert bottom nestled into his crotch, his iron hard erection nestling in his underpants lying in the delightful gap of her buttocks. He wrapped his arms around her with his hands crossed in front of her, gently cupping her breast as she sat readying herself for the release.
"Through the lips, and round the gums, look out knickers here it comes!” She announced and promptly began the dirty delightful act of intentionally urinating in her pants!
John was in second heaven having his wife sat on his knee peeing herself, and peeing over him at the same time. It was all he could do to stop himself from soiling his own underwear, not with his own pee, his erection was far to strong to allow that to happen, if he had had issue in his pants it was going to be his cum!
He reached his right hand down instinctively to rub his wife’s delightfully wet crotch, and she shivered as his hand made contact, but he crowd wanted to see the rabbit, and shouted at him to stop spoiling the fun, and move his hand out of the way, so they could enjoy the money shot.
All too soon Clare’s stream died, and she stood up to reveal a nice pert, and very wet bottom in her trouser suit. Not only her trousers had been dampened by the onslaught of her pee, but John’s had as well. The crowd erupted into spontaneous and rapturous applause, Clair took her bow, and then asked John to stand, she sat on the chair and asked John to stand in front of her. He obliged and nestled in to her, as she sat, again, a bit unladylike, open legged on the chair, and invited him towards her, she embraced his lower back, and turning her head, nestled against his stomach, inviting him to pee himself. It took a short while whilst he tried to allow his erection to subside enough for to be able to pee, but the wait was rewarded with a fresh deluge of pee soaking her jacket and blouse, as well as John’s trousers.
When he was spent John disengaged himself from Claire, and then bent to pick her up from the chair. He carried her, returning honeymoon style, to the side of the pool, and over the threshold into their watery destination. they surfaced, and kissed in the pool, again Dave cupping and massaging her breasts, One of his hands stayed south into the area of her trousers, This time there were no discouraging shouts, and with his hands in her underwear he pushed the open gate of her orgasm, massaging her clit with great skill and gentleness.
All spent out, but not having fucked they climbed out of the pool. Fucking would be the later stage, when the wives were wearing skirts for the "second course" when the initial show wetting had been done, and the more intimate peeing had occurred followed as always by a dunking in the pool, and the ensuing orgy in the pool. They made their way to their own collection of clothes, stripped and dried as far as possible before dressing again in fresh dry swimming clothes. As with everyone the second set of swimming clothes were less "showy" and public than their first set of competition clothes, and the ladies generally opted for skirts, to allow for easier access!
On this occasion Claire opted for white cotton knickers and bra, with suspender belt and stockings (Much to the delight of the assembled males!) and an ankle length light cotton skirt. Much of the swimming clothing owned by the troop had been seen before, they all had their favorite pieces of clothing and this was not a fashion show. They decided early on that they would not attend in new clothes attempting to out do any previous offering, That would be a stupid trap to fall in to, and as John said, in one of the early meetings, he liked the thought of swimming in creased clothes that were slightly past their best, rather than pristine new clothes. Clothes that had been pushed to the back of the wardrobe, had been his comment. It sort of harped back to childhood, when he had stolen some old clothes that would not be missed, and secreted them away to play in later. He had come from a strict upbringing, and was sure his family would not have understood, or allowed him to follow his strange inner, unspoken, obsession to get wet in his clothes (or pee in them for that matter!!) In the early years this had all been innocent fun, it was only when he hit puberty that the "sexual" dimension had really kicked in.
One of the facets of the competition that gained marks had always been the ability to hold on, and several metaphorical marks were awarded for winning the "hold it" competition, and being the last one standing in your original dry underwear. Margaret had won several of the bottles of champagne by virtue of her cast iron bladder, and the inevitable deluge that ensued when she finally surrendered to her need to void. Now it was all good natured, and no one had complained, but John was secretly thinking that it would be a nice idea if Shirley were to win the prize tonight, and so he had planned a little spiking of her guns for this evening.
The conversation had flowed through the polite " how is the job / career progressing" through the usual tales of sexual highs, and on some occasions lows, tips on good things to drink, which would act as a bit of a natural diuretic (primed the pumps a bit quicker!) and had meandered its way through a good many other topics. The talk was quite often based around their wet kinks, and would often return there.
A lull in the conversation gave John saw his chance. Margaret was beginning to show signs of being pretty full. He had watched her drink as much as the rest of them that evening, though he suspected that she had arrived thirsty, in an attempt to steal a march on the "hold it" prize, unlike some of the other ladies who drank on the way, to get things swinging early. Yes, Margaret was definitely doing the pee-pee dance. Her white cotton culottes (a hang over from a previous fashion, but perfect for knicker wetting ) and her black knickers peeping out through the thinning cotton (not a combination any of the assembled lassies would have worn under any normal circumstances, but then these were not normal circumstances were they!!) were probably not going to remain dry and unspoiled for long. But Oh how John wanted to force the issue this time.
In a show of good natured bonhomie John leapt into his prepared joke. The one about the worried Irishman searching the island he had been staying on, for the three foot high nun that he had enjoyed sex with last night. After calling at several Nunneries in the area, and finding no one fitting the description, his mates started jibing him, saying that whilst pissed he had been to the zoo and fucked a penguin!
Guffaws of laugher greet the punch line, and John's eyes home in on Margaret, in time to see her break out into a full on spontaneous belly laugh, that dried almost as quickly as it started. Her hand dived for her crotch, and her features changed to one of shock, as she realized that her bladder had, whilst her brain was otherwise engaged, and her body was wracked with the delightful enjoyment of a damn good belly laugh, taken the matter of being overfull, to the point of bursting, into it's own hands, and sneakily opened the relief valve. The hand that darted to her crotch completely failed to cover up the fact that her pee was escaping her control, and her knickers!
Margaret's party piece was usually to wait until her bladder was screaming for release, and having judged that a suitable time had passed since the last wetting, a time of epic proportions, by the way, a time when all the other guest might have thought that we was never going to perform "the act" (a time when, on occasions, one of the other women were into their THIRD pair of knickers!! ) only then would she pee. She liked to squat down, as if using a French toilet, and pee her pants full force making a freshet of pee cascade like a waterfall from the seat of her culottes, and splash noisily on the tiles below.
Margaret looked around the group hoping that she could stem the flow, prior to anyone realizing that "Old Iron Bladder! had slipped. Her hope was a bit forlorn. Her choice of thin white cotton culottes over black cotton knickers (actually adult sized cotton school knickers) had been chosen to accentuate the pee stain, when it came, and she knew that this would advertise her slip now she did not want it to!
She scanned the group, to see if anyone had yet noticed, and hers eyes alighted on the knowing smile of John. In an instant she knew that she had been had.
"You Bastard" She shouted, smiling as she did, "you made me do that didn't you!". More of a statement than a question. She took the two of three steps forward to where John was stood, in front of a chair, and pushed him backwards into the seat. Without any loss of momentum, she turned and sat on his newly formed knee. All the time her screaming bladder continuing its oh so satisfying, but miss-timed voiding as she continued to "water her underwear" which was a euphemism she enjoyed using at any opportunity.
"No No No" protested John, keeping up the good natured banter "I'll get all wet, Help me someone, this mad woman’s peeing on me!!" But they all stood and watched as he received his just deserts. Deserts he so obviously enjoyed!!!!!!
"Gary, come and help me here" she commanded in her best comic outraged schoolmistress voice So Gary stepped up and undid his trousers, and proceeded to water the front of her flowery blouse, with his own pee, which flowed down her front rendering her blouse clingy and partially see through disclosing her black bra as it went, and mingled with her own flow, in her lap, making its way, some of it via Gary's trousers, to the floor below. As soon as she was soaked Margaret gently took hold of her husband’s fountain, tucked it back into his underpants, and re-zipped his fly. Gary kept on wetting the whole time, never missed a beat, and recycled his beer into his trousers.
The rest of the company thought this great sport, laughing clapping and hooting encouragement as the scene was played out. The damp men strode over to the pool side, and with whoops of delight leapt into the water, sending geysers of water jetting out of the pool as they bombed into the pool.
Margaret was somewhat more sensual choosing to enter the pool slowly, one step at a time, relishing the water soaking through her shoes and socks, her culottes, reaching her naughty bits, and then rising up her body to reach her bra and her tits. For her clothes to become completely submerged she had to walk down the length of the pool, towards the deep end, and the diving board. Her slow drenching was watched by the other members, knowing just how much she savored the slow immersion.
Out of the pool, and in their next run of dry clothes they sat and discussed the winner of the champagne. To no ones surprise the plaudit went to Shirley for her outstanding first complete success. Margaret held no malice towards John, knowing he had acted with compassion for Shirley rather than any malice towards her.
The drinking continued, and as most people had drunk enough to fill themselves again, it was not long before there were eight pairs of wet underwear in the room, and eight bodies in the pool, each frolicking with their respective partner in the mildly chlorinated water of the private swimming pool.
It was in a very damp post coital glow, that Dave, ever the joker, suggested another competition on a future night. "First one to come!" |
Hi everybody,
I've been on this site for a while now and haven't really contributed much, so i thought I would take a break from lurking and try my hand at writing fiction. This is my first attempt at this sort of writing so sorry that it's short and not very good, if y'all like it and i get the time and creativity to continue i will do so.
-Enjoy******************************************************************************************************************
Amy sat there thinking about the series of events that had led to her unfortunate current circumstances.
"none of this was really my fault, why can't anyone else see that?" Amy thought to herself in a desperate attempt to make sense of what had happened.
Two weeks ago Amy had been a completely normal teenage girl, just starting her senior year of high school. Her only worries had been passing calculus and finding a date for prom, now that all felt like a different life.
"Ms. Meadows?" A voice intruded on Amy's pondering.
"Y-Yes." She looked nervously up at the man in the uniform.
"You know what's at stake here; we need to know everything. Why don't you start at the beginning.
"O-Okay, well it all started about two weeks ago...."
*** ***
Amy awoke with a groan and glared at her alarm clock, 6:30AM. It was the first day of school but the last thing Amy felt like doing was getting out of bed. Amy rolled out of bed pulled on a shirt and slipped on a matching skirt. She glanced in the mirror on her way out of her bedroom, she was looking good for the first day of her senior year, especially considering she just rolled out of bed a few minutes previously.
"Amy. Jessica. Get a move on or you'll be late." called a voice from down stairs.
"Comin', Mom." Amy called back.
"Make sure your sister is up will you. She doesn't want to miss her bus on her first day of high school."
Amy walked to the bedroom adjacent to her's and knocked,
"Jess, you up?" Amy called as she pushed open the door. What she saw caused her to stop in her tracks and let out a little giggle.
"Mom, I think Jess is going to miss her bus."
"What? Why's that?" Her mom called as she walked up the stairs on her way to Jessica's room. "Oh dear..." Jessica was fast asleep on her side with her knees tucked up near her chest with her night dress reveling her pink stripped panties which were soaking wet, along with the bed beneath her. The pee had soaked all the way up to her back nearing her shoulder. Amy wondered how she had managed to pee so much and still remain asleep.
"Amy, go downstairs and have some breakfast, I'll take care of your sister. And I'm sorry but you're going to have to drive your sister today."
"But Mom..."Amy began to whine.
"I know, I know, I said you wouldn't have to, but you're both going to the same place and these are special circumstances. Tell you what, if you drive your sister to school and bring her home then I'll pay for your gas this week."
"Sure, thanks Mom." Said Amy, never one to pass up free money.
Amy went downstairs into the kitchen, she opened the 'fridge and poured herself some orange juice. Amy took a sip as a rumble from outside signaled the arrival of the school bus. Glancing at the clock, 7:00AM, Amy wandered to the foot of the stairs wondering if Jessica was ready to go yet. Amy could hear part of a conversation between her mother and a very distraught sounding Jessica.
"Jessie... I thought you were done with this...You're in high school now." Amy heard her mom saying, followed by an unintelligible response from her sister.
"Are you sure you don't want some...protection?" That was her Mom again.
"No Mom!" This time Jessica's response came through clearly.
"Well ok, but take extra precaution, if it happens again..."
"I know Mom"
"Ok good, now hurry up or you'll be late for school."
Amy grabbed her car keys and backpack. Then she called up to Jessica:
"Get a move on Jess! You know what they do to freshmen who are tardy on the first day."
That got her sister's attention, because a few seconds later a wide-eyed Jessica came running down the stairs with a scared look in eyes
.
"What are you talking about? What do they do to freshmen? Mommy said that all those stories were made-up." Jessica breathlessly asked.
"Well if that's what 'Mommy' said then I'm sure you have nothing to worry about..." Amy said with an aloof tone that implied she knew better.
'Wh-What?" Jessica stuttered looking so terrified that Amy couldn't help but relent.
"As long as you stay out of the way of older kids and you are not annoying then you have nothing to worry about." Amy explained
Jessica's expression instantly brightened, "Ha, I knew you were making all those stories up." Jessica said with such a tone of superiority that Amy couldn't resist one last jab.
"Just try not to pee your pants at school." Amy taunted. Jessica instantly blushed a deep red.
"Y-You know I don't do that anymore." Jessica meekly responded.
"Hmm, could have fooled me this morning."
Jessica opened her mouth to respond but Amy tossed Jessica's lunch to her and said,
"Now let's go, or we'll be late."
The sisters walked outside, hopped in Amy's car and backed out of the driveway, and began the ride to the high school.
*** ***
"Is all this really relevant?" a female voice interrupted Amy's recollection.
"Yes," a man in uniform answered,"It's important we know everything if we want to have any chance of correcting this."
"Yes sir. Sorry sir." The woman apologized.
"Please continue, Amy" The man prompted.
-To Be Continued- |
Hermione shifted in her seat just slightly as the train rumbled on to Hogwarts. Her nose in a book, as usual, she just couldn’t be bothered to get up and tend to her body’s needs at this particular moment. Ron and Harry were chatting away about some Quidditch thing or another, which held little interest to her, so her attention was held solely in the pages in front of her. Only when evening fell and the lights flickered on did it come to the attention of the trio that they’re journey was almost over.
“You wanna step out for a moment, Hermione?” Harry asked politely, as him and Ron reached for their Hogwarts robes to change into.
“Sure,” Hermione said. As punctual as she usually was, she was already changed, so she merely took this opportunity to stroll the aisle, down to the end of the train where the washrooms were located. Now that she was on her feet and moving, she finally realized how badly she had to go. Silently thanking Ron and Harry for pulling her back to reality, she quickened her step a bit.
However, her heart fell when there was a big ‘Out Of Order’ sign being put up on the door by the woman who usually pushed the food cart along the compartments. The old witch smiled kindly when she saw Hermione, and apologized.
“Some first years thought it would be funny to stick a Filibuster’s in the loo,” she explained, “I’m afraid it won’t be fixed until we can stop at Hogwarts.”
Hermione just nodded and turned to go back to the compartment where her friends were waiting. The shade on the door was open, so she knew it was safe to go in there. Inwardly worried, as her bladder felt quite full and uncomfortable, she sat down and tried to concentrate on her book again, but quickly found it was to no avail. Now that her needs had gotten her attention, they were keeping it.
“You all right, Hermione?” Harry asked, noticing the change in his friend’s demeanor.
“Yeah, of course,” she said, sounding a lot more confident than she really was, “How much longer until we get to Hogwarts, do you think?”
Harry glanced at his watch before answering, “Maybe another hour or so,” he said quite casually, completely unaware of how he made the girl’s heart sink, “Why?”
“Just curious,” she answered, before opening her book once again, signaling the end of her want to talk. Even though she couldn’t focus on the words in front of her, she could at least pretend everything was all right and she wasn’t worried about wetting herself like a child in front of everyone.
Time ticked by slowly, as Hermione stubbornly kept her nose in her novel. Her needs had grown from a minor annoyance to a rather worrisome problem. She was inwardly glad her two best friends could be rather oblivious to her sometimes, which especially seemed to be the case now, as they had taken to entertaining themselves with a game of Exploding Snap. This meant she was able make tiny shifts as she needed to, to help get the pressure off her distended organ. She had read maybe ten pages in the last half hour, a dismal record compared to her usual, but she was much too distracted to care at the moment.
Finally, they felt the train start to slow down as it pulled into Hogsmeade station. Putting her book away, Hermione stood and was incredibly caught off guard by a particularly violent spasm of her bladder, causing her to bend over and rub her legs together. Luckily, she was behind Harry and Ron, who were already making their way out of the compartment, and could pull herself together again before either of them was any wiser.
Even the journey to the platform was long and painful, as throngs of people were trying to get out all at once. More than once, she was rudely jostled as someone bumped into her, each time making her bladder spasm and threaten to release. By the time her, Harry, and Ron had gotten into a carriage, she would definitely say she was at the point where she was truly desperate. As she sat down, she crossed her legs and pressed her thighs tightly together, knowing it was a rather bumpy ride up to the front doors of the castle. If she could just make it that far, she could take a quick side trip to the bathroom before the feast and all would be good.
As predicted, the carriage ride jostled her around to the point where she was worried she might lose it before they even got to the castle. She couldn’t help the little gasp that occurred when they hit a particularly large bump and she felt a little spurt escape into her panties. As oblivious as they had been previously, this did not go escaped by Harry and Ron.
“You okay?” Harry asked, truly concerned for his friend as she appeared to be quite uncomfortable.
“Y-yeah,” she stammered, not sounding at all as confident as she had the last time he asked. She hated lying to them, but she could only imagine them laughing at her if she told them what was really wrong. As much as she loved the two of them, she really wished she had closer female friends, especially at a time like this.
Harry ‘s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer as he tried to decide to ask her again, but he decided to drop it. Partially because he knew pushing her if it was something she really didn’t want to share would only end up in a fight, and partially because their carriage was slowing to a halt as they approached the great oak doors of the castle.
As they climbed down, Hermione’s bladder felt like a bowling ball resting in her abdomen, putting a painful pressure on her urethra as all the liquid trapped inside it threatened to escape. In fact, she felt another few drops do just that as they walked into the school, accompanied by another spasm that racked her tired muscles. She knew she had to get to a bathroom. And soon.
“I’ll be right there, guys,” she said hurriedly, rushing off in the direction of the nearest bathroom before the two boys even had a chance to respond. Unfortunately, the closest girls’ to them was a floor up, so she had to navigate the stairs with each one making her abdomen flex and putting pressure where she didn’t really need any at the moment. She felt the gusset of her underwear grow even damper as more drips snuck past her fatigued muscles. Now that she was out of sight of anyone else, she openly grabbed herself under her skirt to help stem the flow, having to pause like that for a few seconds before trusting her body to be able to move again.
Finally, she reached the hallway that held the entrance to her much-needed bathroom, but only to stumble upon a sight that made her want to cry. Running into Peeves wasn’t usually something one would enjoy on a regular basis, but running into him while desperate for a wee made the whole situation a million times worse. Especially when he was stuffing wads of chewing gum into the keyhole of the ladies’ washroom, effectively sealing the door shut.
At being such a close proximity to relief, Hermione’s bladder spasmed again, causing her hand to shoot to her crotch as another leak got forced out, this time running down her leg as her panties were unable to hold anymore liquids. This predicament did not go unnoticed by the poltergeist, who merely giggled with glee.
“Looks like someone has to go pee-pee!” he shouted, casually floating over to where Hermione was standing, “Too bad the door seems to be locked! Maybe if you hadn’t waited so long…” he left the sentence without an end, but Hermione was hardly listening to him. If he were physical, she may have struck him, but, given her hand would go right through him, there was no point in that.
“Peeves, please…” she begged, bouncing up and down. She knew she had to get to a toilet soon, or the unthinkable would happen. The next nearest girls’ was, again, a floor up, and even the nearest boys’ was two hallways from here. She was doubtful she would make it to either one.
“What’s the password?” Peeves asked in a sing-song voice, taking great pleasure in making the student before him squirm.
“I don’t know, Peeves, just please….” Hermione could barely speak at this moment, and was openly having to hold herself, even if it was in front of the poltergeist. Her legs were pressed tightly together and she was bent at an awkward angle, all in the name of not wetting herself in the middle of the hallway.
“Tsk tsk. I can’t let you by without the password,” Peeves said, starting to float back to the door, “I guess you’ll just have to wait until you know it.”
As another spurt leaked down her legs, Hermione felt like all she wanted to do at that moment was cry. She knew she couldn’t make it to any of the other nearest bathrooms, but she also knew she had to get away from here. Inching her way to a nearby entrance to a hidden corridor, she was glad that Peeves didn’t follow her. She could hear him continuing to torment her with his words, but paid no attention to what he was actually saying. It seemed to take her forever until the portrait shut behind her, but, as it did, she knew she was at her wit’s end.
She just managed to get her skirt up and out of the way when her pee poured out of her. Leaning against the wall and spreading out her legs, she managed to keep it from splashing on her shoes too much, even though her puddle eventually expanded enough to reach them. Her body sagged in relief as her bladder emptied forcefully into her soaked panties and down the stone wall, creating a splashing sound that echoed through the empty corridor.
Two whole minutes ticked by before her torrent eventually tapered down to a stream and finally a trickle. Opening her eyes, not having realized she closed them, she took in the sight of the mess she made. She had been too caught up in the orgasmic feelings of relief to even acknowledge what Filch, or anyone else, would do if they saw such a thing. Still, the euphoria at finally being empty prevented her from worrying too much yet. Merely pulling off her soaked underwear, she pocketed it and stepped carefully out of her puddle, wiping her shoes on the dry stone out of it to prevent footprints.
She made her way back down to the Great Hall, managing to not run into anyone thankfully, and slipped in and to her seat next between Harry and Ginny just as the Sorting ended.
“Where were you?” Ginny asked before Harry could get the chance to.
“Oh, I just had to take care of something,” Hermione said dismissively, just as the feast appeared magically in front of them. Pulling some food onto her plate, she was glad both Ginny and Harry dropped the subject and was blissfully unaware of Filch’s near-aneurysm when he stumbled upon the mess later that night.
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I hope you excuse the lack of Ron. I suck at writing him :p Tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is best as it only makes me better for next time! This is my first story that completely centers around omo, so don't be afraid to tell me if there are any issues going on with it. |
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is my first post ever. If you don't like it, please don't hate on me.
There is also no wetting in this chapter
Finally, although this is a story with zombies in it, they don't appear until chapter 2 (which I haven't written yet)The world turned upside down one day, whole countries virtually annihilated. Civilization shattered. The mutually assured destruction promised by the frantic buildup of nuclear weapons prevented, but at a cost. Some IDIOT fan of Max Brooks’ book the “Zombie Survival Guide” had decided that reality just didn’t seem good enough and CREATED the virus mentioned in the early part of the book, Solanum. A marvel of genetic engineering, the virus spread rapidly among the unbelieving and unsuspecting populace. Only an eighth of the world’s population survives today; some with food and water, others without. Most died to zombies, but many also fell to starvation, thirst, and trigger happy people. Electricity and plumbing were still up and running… partially.
But while all this happened, Alex slept peacefully next to her friend Lily. They had heard of news stories about zombies but dismissed them as “jokes”. Their parents too ignored such “preposterous fiction” as Alex’s father put it. Their families had decided to take a trip to Europe together as a graduation for Alex and Lily who had graduated from high school that summer. Now they were attending their freshmen year of college. They had gone skiing in the Swiss Alps. For such trips, their parents had a “no distractions” policy. This meant that they and their children would not, for the duration of the trip, contact anyone by mobile communications. Now on their return flight home, Lily opened the window and gazed out over the peaceful Atlantic Ocean.
“You mind?” complained Alex. “The sun’s in my eyes.”
Looking back at her companion, Lily realized the sun shone right past her directly on her friend’s face.
“Sorry,” she said lowering the window so that she could see the cloud formations while shading her friends face.
“Its fine,” yawned Alex settling back into her nap.
“How long until we get back?” asked Lily’s younger sister, Karen from the row behind.
“Sh!” protested Alex’s twin brother, Max who sat beside Karen. “Alex needs to sleep, she was up all night.”
“Oh? What for?” asked Lily turning in her seat.
“How should I know?” he responded, “I was sleeping.”
“Duh,” thought Lily mentally face palming herself. “Anyways, what are you two up to?”
“Well he’s apparently too busy playing [looks over at Max’s iTouch]. Wait, what is that game?”
“Its called Plants vs. Zombies,” replied Max, “Now stop distracting me! I plan on beating the next three levels before we land in [checks watch] about 30 minutes.
As if on cue, the intercom crackled to life. “Ladies and gentleman, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. We are beginning final descent. Our estimated time of arrival is 3 pm. Thank you.”
Lily turned back to her window to find the vast expanses of ocean replaced by urban sprawl and green countryside.
“Something happen?” asked Alex waking up at last. She shook her head to try to sweep her long brown hair out her face. Failing to do so, she gave up and used her hands to tuck her hair behind her ears. She gazed expectantly at Lily.
“We’re on final descent and should be at the airport within the half hour.”
“I’m going to go the bathroom then, I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Stop, you can’t,” said Karen pointing at the lit seat belt signal. “Otherwise I would have too,” she whispered.
“Well why didn’t you? You were awake,” Alex whispered back shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
“I didn’t want to disturb, Max.” Karen squirmed. She wished now she had asked Max to let her out earlier. She knew she was fine for the half-hour, but was still very worried.
Alex and Lily started up a conversation and chatted away happily. Karen, however, had nothing to distract her from her plight. As time wore on, she began to worry. She was now squirming constantly and was even tempted to just make a break for the restroom, but her shyness held her at bay. She tucked her leg up sat on her foot. This allowed her some relief, but she was still unable to stop squirming. She quickly glanced over at Alex.
Alex bit her lip. She was glad the airline provided a blanket since it allowed her to hold herself without it being seen by others. She too had tucked her foot under her and barely kept herself from squirming.
“Are you alright, Alex?” asked Lily. Alex could barely concentrate on her friend’s words now that her need had returned with a vengeance.
“Yeah, yeah. Sure I’ll be fine.” But she was not fine. Lily noticed her friend’s breath was slightly shallower and faster than normal.
“Hey its going to be alright,” sympathized Lily, laying a reassuring hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“And… Done!” exclaimed Max.
“Ladies and gentleman, at this time we are beginning final approach and must request that all electronics are turned off and put away. At this time, tray tables must also be put up and seats returned to their full upright position. Thank you.”
“Wow perfect tim-”
Karen abruptly shifted to face the window shoving a hand between her legs and accidentally whipping Max across the face with her ginger hair.
“Hey, what was that for?!” protested Max indignantly.
“I’m sorry!” squeaked Karen, “I didn’t…” Karen drew a calming breath and managed to withdraw her hand which, thankfully, Max hadn’t noticed. She turned to face him relaxing slightly as her hip protected her bladder from the seat belt.
“Its alright,” said Max rubbing his face, “Just don’t do that please.” Max grinned at Karen but noticed her squirming. “Is something wrong?”
“N-n-nothing’s wrong.” Karen tried to sit as still as possible, but it was too painful and she tried to casually cross her arms subtly holding herself with the one he couldn’t see.
“You sure you’re alright?” asked Max, a slight frown on his face. He couldn’t help noticing how attractive she looked with her a slight sheen of perspiration gracing her heart shaped face. Her long ginger hair was held back by a simple black hairband. Even as he awaited her response, she bit her lip and tucked her legs up to her chest.
Max draped his arm over her shoulders and whispered seriously, “Just remember, you can ask any of us [indicates himself, Lily, and Alex – whom he can’t see] if you ever need anything.”
Karen managed a small, distraught smile. But winced as the plane hit a spot of turbulence, bobbling wildly for a moment before touching down smoothly.
Despite the smooth landing, Alex was still in trouble. She had difficulty breathing and even holding herself, she was barely able to hold on. Her eyelids were glued shut and she tilted her head back.
“Just a little longer,” whispered Lily. She was worried for her friend. Although none of them had ever had an accident of any kind, Lily had never seen her friend in any situation nearly this bad before.
Even as the pilot announces that they have arrived at the gate. Karen and Alex were unfastening their seatbelts and rushing out of the airplane. Max stared in confusion as Karen roughly shoved her way past him and followed Alex in fighting her way to the exit about five rows in front of them.
“Its lucky we got seats so close to the gates” commented Lily. She leaned toward Max and said in hushed tones, “Alex really needs the restroom.”
“So that’s why they abandoned their bags,” said Max as realization dawned upon his face. “Hey can you get Alex’s bag? It feels like Karen brought weights with her.
“Why are you getting Karen’s bags?” asked Lily in bewilderment then turned to Karen’s empty seat. “Oh.”
“We better get off fast,” warned Max already pulling their Lily’s and Alex’s luggage out of the overhead bins. “I think we’re holding up the rest of the plane.”
“Right,” said Lily reaching for her’s and Alex’s stuff. When Max saw that she was unable to lift both Alex’s and her bags, he switched Lily’s bag to the same hand as his own and picked up Alex’s. “Go, go go.” He urged Lily and they hurried off the plane.
While this was happening, Alex and Karen were nearing relief. Alex hurried down the hall as fast she could. Looking up, she spotted a blue restroom sign and moved toward the opening.
“Wait Alex!”
“What?!” Alex responded, bending over and knotting her legs her hands at this point buried deep in her crotch, turning to face Karen.
Karen’s response was to point at something above Alex’s head, she grimaced as she struggled towards an opening across the hall from Alex. Her thighs were glued together as she concentrated on one thing: getting to the restroom without wetting herself.
Despite her awkward position, Alex managed to twist her head around enough to see that the sign above her head was for the guy’s restroom. Sighing and then wincing at the pressure against her bladder, Alex fought her way across the hall. Karen got there first and they each stumbled towards a different stall. The first thing Alex did in her stall was get her skirt out of the way and managed to get her panties down before relaxing upon the seat. She sighed in relief and buried her face in her hands.
Karen was less lucky, she just had to wear her jeans today. Despite having unbuttoned them long ago on the plane, she could still feel the effects of it’s waistband. “C’mon, c’mon, C’MON.” She managed to get the door shut and locked, but then had to fight with all her remaining strength to keep dry. Taking a deep breath, she managed to get her jeans and panties down and sit on the seat, all in one motion. Finally, she could relax. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she moaned allowing the tension to leave her cramped muscles. |
Disclaimer: This chapter is essentially entirely for plot/zombie focused. All the interesting stuff starts next chapter.
Chapter 2:Lily and Max waited patiently as other passenger disembarked the newly arrived flight from Switzerland where they had been vacationing. Max’s sister, Alex, and Lily’s sister, Karen, are currently using the ladies room down the vast hall. Lily and Alex were in their first year of college their first year of college and the vacation was a graduation present for the four of them, despite the fact that Max and Lily were still in their senior year of High School and would graduate that spring.
“Where are our parents?” wondered Max, tapping his foot impatiently.
“I thought they said they were near the middle of the plane. It was nice of them to let us all sit together without their supervision,” replied Lily.
“Yeah, well. They are just as much friends as we are, I guess they finally think we’ve grown up enough to look after ourselves,” mused Max, “Watch the bags will ya’? I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” asked Lily as Max set his bags next to her and strode off down the hall.
He called over his shoulder, “I just don’t want to face the same plight Alex and Karen did.”
“Good idea,” thought Lily, “but who would watch the bags for me?”
A few minutes later, her parents and Alex’s parents finally straggled out of the gate chattering happily away about some of their most memorable moments from the week long ski trip. Lily hailed them with a wave and they went to join her.
“Where are the others?” asked Alex’s dad scanning the waiting area, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“They went to use the restroom,” replied Lily.
“Ah. But that doesn’t explain why the airport’s empty.”
“Empty?”
Lily turned. Now that she was really paying attention to her surroundings, she noticed that the only people around them were from their flight. All the tourist shops were closed and there was less noise than usual. In fact, the only things that could be heard were the whirring of electronic equipment somewhere far below them and the confused chatter of their fellow passengers. Even as she scanned the empty hall, Karen and Alex came out of the ladies’ room and were walking back. Max quickly caught up with Karen and Alex and the three of them rejoined Lily and their parents.
“Does anyone have any idea what’s going on?” asked Lily’s mom.
“Yeah,” Max replied, speaking hurriedly. “Apparently there is such a thing as a real zombie. There were warning notices in the restroom telling security guards to thoroughly clean their hands thoroughly if they had contact with any zombies to avoid infection.”
“You’re joking,” said his father. “This hogwash has gone far enough. There is no way such a thing exists. If they did, how come the ground crew is unloading our bags?”
“They’re unloading our bags?!” Max ran to the window and saw that there was some ground crew unloading our bags. “But… that’s extremely dangerous! What about the zombies? Aren’t they worried about an attack?”
At that moment, the aircrew came out of the exit gate yelling for everyone’s attention. “Everybody listen up! You can collect your luggage at Carousel 5B. Watch out on the ground floor for zombies that haven’t wandered away yet. If you think what you see is human, yell at it to wave its hands, if it doesn’t… run for it. Zombies slouch around but don’t take that lightly, they don’t stop. Ever. The ground crew is still here because any of them that tried to leave were torn apart by zombies beyond the fences.
They’re figured since they’re stuck here until more zombies leave that they might as well help out. Make sure you thank them if you see any of them.”
On that happy note, the aircrew walked away down the hall leaving in their wake a stunned silence.
“Let’s get our bags quick and see if we can’t get out of here,” said Lily’s mom. “We need some way to figure out if there are any safe areas.”
“Shouldn’t we stay here? It seems safe here,” commented Lily’s dad.
A man appeared at the end of the hall. His eyes twitched and his body was covered in blood with great pieces of his flesh torn away. He started ambling towards them, a guttural rumble issuing from his slack jawed mouth. Someone yelled at him to wave, but he did not. Even as he staggered towards them, more people like him appeared at the end of the hall. An old lady, a young man in a business suit, an old man crawling upon the floor; at least 20 totally different in many aspects but all alike in their seeming single minded movement towards the terrified passengers and their terrifying moans which resounded through the empty hall mingling with the passengers’ screams.
“Let’s go that way towards the more outer gates,” said Alex’s mom. “I think there’s a way to the carousels that way.”
The eight of them grabbed their various bags and rushed away from the incoming zombies. 100 yards down the hall, they shot left down a much narrower corridor following overhead signs that directed them for what seemed like forever, but was in fact just a few minutes.
“Can we slow down please?” begged Karen. “I can’t…” She stumbled to a halt clutching a stitch in here chest. She set her bag down and leaned against the nearest wall gasping for air. She felt like her lungs were on fire and her legs would give out at any moment.
“We’re nearly there.” Alex pointed towards a huge staircase and escalators that led to the first floor just a bit further down the hall.
“Can you walk at least?” asked Lily, frowning at Karen with concern. Unlike the others, Karen did not participate in any sports or work out. Although fit, she wasn’t as tall as the others and was in worse shape.
“I think.” Karen gulped more air trying to force her head to stop spinning. “I can.” She grabbed her bag but when she tried to lift it, she found that her arms no longer had the strength. She dragged the bag determinedly towards the others.
“Where are the other passengers?” asked Lily’s dad.
“I think they went straight when we turned left,” replied Max as he walked over to where Lily was still trying to lift her bag. He lifted it with a little difficulty. “Don’t pack so much next time. What would you need all this stuff on the plane for? Why didn’t you put it in your luggage?”
“My suitcase was full,” moaned Karen massaging her aching arms. “I… probably over packed.”
“I should say,” commented Lily. “Now come on I think the carousel’s already running.”
They went down the stairway with Karen lagging only a little as she tried to recover. Now that her heart rate was returning to normal and the adrenaline faded, Lily realized that it might have been a good idea to use the restroom earlier, but she found it unimportant compare to the events that had just occurred.
They exited the stairwell and arrived in a huge room with five carousels. Looking to her right, Lily spotted their luggage on carousel the next room over. A couple passengers were already there. And a few more were arriving from a nearby stairwell. All of them looked exhausted.
Alex and Lily fast walked to the carousel and started grabbing luggage while the others went and got a drink at the water fountain.
“Is that one Max’s?”
“Yeah, I think so. What does your mom’s look like again?”
“I think its… never mind she’s already got it.”
The others had also arrived and grabbed their luggage off the carousel. Again Lily was reminded of her need, but she ignored it. Karen had recovered enough by this point to carry her own bags, but she still appeared to be having trouble.
“How far away is the car?” Karen asked, she grimaced and set down her carry-on again.
The electric sliding doors slid open and in walked another zombie. He immediately set off towards the nearest person, a young man with a trunk, his jaw slack and giving the most horrible moan. The young man’s response was to whack the zombie so hard in the head with his trunk that the zombie’s neck broke. The zombie’s facial features continued to move, but the rest of its body lay limp. The young man grunted and kicked the head away.
“We should get out of here immediately,” ordered Alex’s dad, heading towards the nearest elevator which was, conveniently, near the carousel, “Once we’re in the car, we’re basically home free.”
“Just remember to stay off the highways, dear,” cautioned Alex’s mom as Lily, Karen, and their parents crammed into an elevator car. “There’s surely been an accident with all the people rushing everywhere. We’ll meet you guys at that shopping center just north of here, alright?
“That’s perfect,” called Lily’s dad as the doors shut. “Could someone hit the ‘3’ please?”
Lily reached past Karen and hit the button wincing at the extra pressure of her bag pressing against her bladder. She quickly leaned back against the wall of the elevator.
“Hey dad?”
“Yes?”
“Can we make a quick stop on the way there?”
“What on earth for?”
“Well I, uh…”
BING. The rest of Lily’s request was lost in the noise of the doors opening to reveal an almost empty parking structure. One of the remaining cars was her family’s Sequoia; Alex’s family’s Range Rover was parked on the level below.
“What were you saying dear?” asked Lily’s mom.
“I kinda need a restroom,” admitted Lily her cheeks glowing.
“Do you really think just stopping at some random place is safe?”
“Well we’re meeting them at a shopping center. Isn’t that bound to be full of zombies?”
“Normally that would be correct,” said Lily’s dad opening the trunk and loading their bags. “However, I noticed that one of those signs warning of the zombies is over half a week old. By this point, either the survivors have fortified it or abandoned it. If they’ve abandoned it, most of the zombies should have wandered off since the shopping center is the only thing there.”
Lily got in the car and fastened her seat belt. She unbuttoned her jeans and carefully smoothed her shirt down over them so that it couldn’t be seen. “How far away is it?” she asked as Karen also sat down and buckled herself in.
“About an hour,” said her dad as he started the car.
As they drove towards the exit ramp, Lily took stock of her situation. By unbuttoning her jeans she had relieved enough pressure to relax for now, but she wasn’t sure how bad things were going to get during the next hour. It certainly didn’t help that she had had that soda since the last time she went more than 3 hours ago aboard the plane.
Little did she know that Karen was having similar thoughts. Unlike Lily, she had just drunk a lot of water and although she had just used the restroom less than half an hour ago, she was worrying about tired her muscles were. She had barely made it in time and it was only the fact that they had been seated near the front of the plane that had saved her from wetting herself. For now though, she was fine and she put the matter from her mind as she looked out the window looking for more zombies. They reached the second level just as the tail lights from Alex’s car disappeared down a ramp heading for the exit.
Lily’s mother shrieked causing Lily and Karen to snap out of their reveries and look forward just in time to see the zombie go flipping up over the windshield. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The entire bottom level was filled with zombies and dead bodies. They smashed their way through the horde crunching sickeningly over zombies or smashing them out to of the way. Just ahead of them, Alex’s dad gunned the engine sending the Range Rover through a solid wall of undead flesh and exiting to the left, clearing a path for Lily’s family. “I don’t think our insurance covers zombie damage,” commented Lily wryly as the remaining zombies were obliterated against the windshield.
“Don’t joke right now. Please.” Karen ducked and cowered as the car fishtailed wildly, narrowly missing a pillar.
The Sequoia shot out onto the surprisingly open exit ramp and barreled towards the highway following the Range Rover. Only the occasional zombie was actually on this part of the road, but it was still full of abandoned cars. Lily found the constant swerving very uncomfortable for her bladder. She crossed her legs and tried to brace herself, but it was still distressing her. Her cell phone rang loudly, she picked it up and was greeted by Alex’s voice.
“Hi Alex, what are you calling for?”
“We’re going to take a rather unorthodox route. Can you get your folks to follow us?”
“Uh… sure.”
“Thanks.”
Alex ended her call and turned to Max. “Now, what was this great shortcut you were going to direct us on?” |
I would like to again thank all the wonderful people who have given me feedback. Hopefully I can improve my writing style as the story continues.
Chapter 3
The sun was setting, casting its pinkish glow about the inside of the Range Rover as Alex relaxed in the back seat playing game on her brother, Max’s, iTouch. The car bumped again and for the umpteenth time, Alex failed to aim her corn cob missile correctly. She growled in frustration and raked her hand through her hair, accidentally pulling out a few. Little did she know that her friend Lily and Lily’s sister, Karen, in the car behind them were having much worse problems.
Lily winced as the Sequoia bumped over yet another hill. Her blonde hair obscured her vision and she swept it aside only to have it fall back again when they careened down the other side of the hill. The hair, however, was the least of her problems. She squirmed silently her legs tightly crossed. She looked out the window, but there didn’t appear to be anything in sight. Just grass and hills as far as she could see. She groaned and retreated back into her thoughts. Why did they have to take Max’s cross country trek? It did cut 15 off of the fastest normal route, but only by driving over such rough terrain that it was thoroughly testing her ability to control herself. Now, with just under a quarter of an hour until they got there, Lily was struggling to keep herself from using her hands. Despite the fact everyone in the car was her family, she was still too shy to such openly convey her need.
“Hey, we’re nearly back to the roadway,” said Karen pointing towards the black ribbon extended away to the left and right. Cars lay strewn about, either abandoned or wrecked. Bodies lay like fallen leaves among the metal hulks. A lone zombie could be seen eating its way through a person’s stomach. At the sound of the engines revving, the zombie left its meal and lurched towards the two cars zooming towards it. Karen lost track of things as she dealt with the discomfort of her bladder. Her muscles were still aching after nearly wetting herself on the flight back. She shifted and tried to settle back into her seat, but she could not alleviate the pressure building within her.
“We’re only about 10 miles away now,” said their father as he turned into a lane. “I think that’s the shopping center over there.” He pointed to a black smudge somewhere ahead and a little to the right. “How are you guys doing? Oops.” He swerved around a truck and nearly ran into a pile up.
Karen glanced at Lily. Lily looked scared, she was biting her index finger and some of her hair was plastered to her face. In short, Lily looked as bad as Karen felt. Karen really wanted to unbutton her jeans but, unlike Lily, her sweater wasn’t long enough to hide her button. She squirmed and lay a hand on her stomach. Lily sat up, but then gasped and bent forward. “Just get there as fast as possible please, I really need the restroom.” She tucked up her heel and thrust her hands between her legs. This bought her some relief but she didn’t know whether it would be enough, already her control was slipping and she didn’t how much longer she could wait; it was taking all her strength to hold back the impending flood.
Karen was thankful that they were finally back on the much smoother tarmac. Now her bladder wasn’t being jostled around so much; not that it wasn’t still causing her grief. She couldn’t take it anymore and unbuttoned her jeans. Hopefully there wouldn’t be that many people at the shopping center. Karen’s aching muscles screamed for relief and she finally relented, holding herself with both hands.
The shopping center grew quickly from a small dot into a huge, sprawling complex. Giant stores and small shops crowded against each other as roads spread out in every direction. The place appeared deserted, but it was hard to tell with all refuse, rotting bodies, and cars.
Lily’s phone rang and she picked it using only one hand. Her other was still being squashed between her thighs. “Hello?” she asked in a quavery voice, fighting her body and still barely staying dry.
“Hi Lily. You see that giant IKEA on the left?” Lily craned her neck around and identified the large building. Normally she would have been astounded by the gigantic 5 story complex. As it was, her mind was focused on more pressing issues. “Yeah” she acknowledged. “You wanna meet there or something?”
“Sure, we’re just gonna check out the rest of the area first. You might consider doing the same.”
“Fat chance” thought Lily. To Alex she said, “We’re just gonna go straight there. See you in a bit.” Lily ended her call, but didn’t bother returning it to her pocket. She dropped the phone on the floor. “We’re supposed to meet the others-” She gasped and held on tighter, the effort nearly caused her to black out. She didn’t know how much longer she could last. She didn’t even know if she could last the next minute. Her quickly tiring body quivering with the effort of staying dry, Lily managed to tap Karen’s shoulder and point to the IKEA.
Karen got the point. “They want to meet us at the IKEA,” she said. She stared with mounting hope at the tan and glass building and the promise of a restroom within. Hopefully her tired muscles would hold out long enough. She couldn’t relax or she knew she would wet herself. “This shouldn’t be happening to me,” she thought helplessly.
The inside of the garage complex was a complete mess. The upper levels of the garage were blocked off by a pile up, but there was still, almost miraculously, remained enough space to park the car near the entrance.
Karen and Lily carefully unbuckled their seat belts rejoicing in the relief it brought. Karen managed to extricate herself from the car and hobbled towards the sliding doors which had been broken and jammed wide open. A dark eating area and checkout loomed on her left. About 50 yards away, a sign for the restrooms was visible on the right wall. “Not again”, thought Karen. The experience was reminding her all too well of her desperate flight (literally and figuratively) of an hour ago. “Stay behind me,” said her dad. “I don’t want you get jumped by any leftover zombies.” At the moment, Karen didn’t care about the zombies, all her focus was on hopefully attaining the same outcome the last time she was placed in this position.
Lily on the other hand, was still standing next to the car. Unbuckling the seat belt may have relieved her of some pressure, but standing up had brought it all back. Now she was hunched over awkwardly, her legs tightly crossed over her hands. She managed to stumble forward a few feet, but this small amount of motion was almost too much for her bladder and she was forced to stop. She was stuck between staying here and certainly wetting herself or trying her way to the restroom and almost certainly wetting herself. Instead, she chose a third option. She hobbled towards the nearest car and managed to get behind it. Not even checking for zombies, she popped a squat. Now that she could take her mind off her bladder, she cast a sharp eye around the parking lot and noticed a gang of zombies on the entrance ramp being blocked by the pileup and guard rails. Hurriedly, she stopped and pulled her pants back up.
“Lily, where are you?” Lily’s mom stood in the doorway. Immediately the gaggle of zombies started moaning and trying to move towards her, but they were still blocked by the guard rails and cars. Lily’s mother shrieked and ducked back in the doorway. The zombies returned to their random milling and stumbling. The silence was now broken only by the shuffling of many feet. Lily made a break for it, but was forced to slow to a walk. Her interrupted pee break meant that she still badly needed pee, but she thought she could make it anywhere in the first level. Fortunately for her, the restroom was fairly close. She made her way quickly past her parents who were deep in conversation just outside the restroom and found that all the stalls were locked. “How can this be?” she thought miserably. “There’s absolutely no one here and ALL the stalls are locked?” She danced in place, the sound of her feet hitting the floor echoing in the tiny room. The sound of running water could be heard coming from who knew where, but it certainly wasn’t helping her predicament. All at once, the sound of running water stopped.
Karen pulled up her pants and flushed the toilet. She unlocked her stall door and opened it, nearly getting run over. She was shoved out as Lily forced her way in and locked the door. Now that she was fine, Karen made sure to wash her hands. “You ok Lily?” she asked. Karen was concerned about Lily having seen firsthand how badly Lily had needed to pee. Karen winced even as she asked, of course Lily wasn’t ok. Lily’s reply was to moan in relief. Karen was so startled she nearly ran from the room. “Lily?”
Lily finally registered that Karen was talking to her. “Yeah? What?”
Karen breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm her racing heart. “I’ll be with our parents.” Karen then exited leaving Lily to enjoy her relief. |
Yeah... I suck at titles xD Here's my X-Men story. Enjoy.
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Getting a moment of relaxation was rare for the adults at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, so when Scott Summers and his fiancée, Jean Grey, managed to snag a Saturday afternoon off, they took it for all it was worth. Leaving almost as soon as they could, they both hopped into Scott’s fancy little sports car (that many teased he loved just as much as he loved Jean) and took the two hour drive to New York City.
Since it was such a gorgeous day, the top of the car was rolled down, letting the wind blow through the cab and the sunlight gleam off the ruby quartz sunglasses of the driver. Reaching for the water bottle in the cup holder, Jean opened it and, shaking her light auburn hair to get it out of the way, took a deep swig. Before putting it back, she offered some to Scott, who declined.
“Just remember, it’s my day off,” Jean playfully chastised, while putting the water down again, “If you get dehydrated, you’ll have to find some other doctor to help.”
“Like you would be able to resist patching me up,” he retorted, knowing full-well it was true. Whenever he came into the infirmary with even the most minor wound from a training exercise, Jean always had to be the one to see to him.
“Only when you don’t bring it on yourself,” Jean said, “Though Heaven only knows if that’s not always the case, the way you and Logan go at it sometimes.”
Scott didn’t say anything, but Jean noticed him tighten his grip on the steering wheel and merely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The rivalry between the two men started pretty much as soon as Logan stepped into the picture. Back then, it was a battle to show off for the girl. Now, with it set firmly – or as firmly as it could possibly be – in Logan’s mind that Jean wasn’t leaving Scott, it became a battle over territory. Like trying to have two stallions in the same herd of horses, it just doesn’t work without the occasional testosterone-fueled spat between them.
‘You know I love you, Scott,’ Jean sent over to him using her telepathy, earning her a grin in response. As soon as she saw the dimples on his cheeks, she knew all was forgiven. Taking another drink of water, she settled back and the next twenty minutes of the ride passed in comfortable silence.
Soon enough, Scott was pulling into the parking lot of their destination, a large shopping center. Given it was a Saturday afternoon, the place was packed and they had to park almost as far away from the entrance as you could get. Neither of them minded at this point as they merely stepped out of the car, locked it behind them, and walked toward the doors to spend the next few hours relaxing and not thinking about the troublesome children they left behind that day.
After a couple hours of shopping, they stopped for a late lunch, with Jean downing a medium tea to add to the water she had earlier. Once done with the meal, they headed to more stores and shopped for a few more hours, shortly before the shopping center closed for the day, before deeming it a successful day as both of them had gotten things they needed and were both ready to get back home.
Walking back to the car, Jean noticed a slight twinge in her bladder as she carried her parcels across the parking lot. However, she ignored it because it was still fairly minor and she thought she would have no problems making it back to the mansion, even through the drive.
As they approached the car, she was caught completely off-guard when Scott swore loudly. Scott never swore unless the situation really called for it, and, upon closer inspection of the car, she found the cause of his concern; someone had slashed the tires of his precious vehicle, leaving behind a very degrading note on their status of being mutants.
“Damn!” Scott said, placing the bags he was carrying on the ground and inspecting the damage. Jean also placed her parcels down, but stayed silent, waiting for the prognosis, which came too soon for it to be good news, “I can’t fix this. Not with the tools I have here. We’ll have to call someone to come get us.”
“I’ll do it,” Jean said, fishing her cell phone out of her purse as Scott merely tore the note from under the windshield wipers and tore it into tiny pieces before walking over to a nearby trash can to throw it away. He didn’t listen to what Jean told the Professor or whoever she was talking to as he walked back over and inspected is poor car again.
After a few more minutes, Jean hung up and walked over to where her husband was squatting down next to one of the tires, placing a placating hand on his shoulder.
“The Professor and Storm are coming to get us, but you know it’ll take them a couple hours to get here,” she said. He didn’t respond for several seconds, but eventually sighed in defeat and stood.
“Might as well get comfortable,” he said, unlocking the car and opening the back door so they could at least get their bags in the car. Once that was done, they sat in the front seats, rolling down the windows a bit to keep it from getting too stuffy.
Jean could tell Scott was fuming about someone hurting his vehicle, so she decided to just stay quiet for now and let him sort his thoughts out. As evening had fallen, the air had gotten a bit cooler. Not too much, but enough to bite at her and make her realize she needed to pee worse then she thought at first. She contemplated walking back up to the shopping center, but remembered seeing them start to close things up as the day wound down. She was certain even the bathrooms would be closed by now, not to mention the front doors of the building.
“Well, if we’re going to be here for two hours, I would rather not spend it in a grumpy silence,” she said, causing Scott to look slightly insulted.
“I’m not grumpy….” He retorted, playfully feigning more hurt than he was actually feeling. Jean just rolled her eyes and reached over to place a light kiss on his cheek.
“Yes, I know,” she said, but in more of a tone that said she really didn’t believe him. Still, the coy smile on her face was enough to keep him from arguing further.
“So what do you suggest we should do to pass the time?” he asked, and Jean was attentive enough to catch the suggestive undertones.
“Too bad the backseat is full…” she said, in a tone up utmost thoughtfulness. She knew Scott was only teasing as anything public is a big line in the sand for him, but it was still fun to jest. Even though the parking lot was now relatively empty, anything with a risk of being caught by another person was a big ‘no’ from the man.
However, that didn’t keep him from reaching over and capturing her lips with his for a long, slow kiss over the center console. When they finally broke apart, Jean was nice and didn’t say anything about the blush that appeared on her husband’s face. It was rare to see Scott get caught up in such a moment and she didn’t want to ruin it.
Over the next hour or so, they just sat there and talked about nothing important. Every once in a while, Jean would have to shift a bit as her bladder filled up even more. Luckily, it was still to the point where she could pass it off as merely having been sitting for so long, so Scott didn’t question her about it. Even so, doubt was starting to creep into her mind about being able to make it back to the mansion. Maybe she could ask the Professor and Storm to stop somewhere on their way home. However, a quick glance at her watch told her it was still upwards of forty five minutes before they would even be there.
“Getting impatient?” Scott asked, noticing her check the time.
“No, I was just curious as to what time it was,” she lied, not wanting him to worry about her or feel obligated to do something. Really, there was nothing to be done until help came, and worrying him would only cause him to go all tactical, spending unneeded energy trying to figure something out.
She felt his gaze linger on her for a moment too long and she knew he was trying to figure it out. He knew something was wrong, and it hurt him that she was lying to him about it. It was enough to guilt her into telling the truth.
“I have to go to the bathroom, okay?” she admitted and immediately saw his mind go into action. She didn’t need her telepathy to know he was trying to figure out what could be done with this situation.
“How bad?” he asked, trying to gauge how serious the situation was.
“Not… terrible?” she answered, trying to downplay it as much as possible. In reality, her bladder was now uncomfortably full and it was definitely to the point where she would be normally finding a way to get to a bathroom no matter what she was doing. She could tell Scott didn’t believe her ruse, especially when she had to shift in her seat a bit as the pressure continued to build.
“Scale of one to ten?”
“Uh… seven?” she said, and this time it was completely honest. She wouldn’t call herself desperate quite yet, but it was definitely getting there.
Scott didn’t say anything, but she saw his eyes scan the empty parking lot around them, trying to figure out what to do. There weren’t any bushes to hide behind, or any structures that would block her from view of the highway that ran past. The only thing they had in the car was the empty water bottle from earlier and he knew it would be difficult for her to use that. The only solace he could think of was, it was only thirty more minutes until their help arrived.
“I’ll be fine, Scott,” Jean interrupted his thoughts, “Storm and the Professor will be here soon.”
But he could hear the doubt in her voice, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Her bladder was sending urgent signals to her brain and she was having trouble sitting still for longer than a few seconds at a time. Her leg was bouncing and her thighs were pressed together. Even an untrained eye could tell this was a woman dying for a pee.
“But you’ll let me know otherwise?” he asked, feeling a bit nervous himself. He hated that his wife was suffering and he couldn’t think of anything to do to help her.
“Won’t have much of a choice, will I?” she said, through half-way gritted teeth. Her hand was slowly migrating toward her crotch and her jeans were feeling particularly tight around her middle. Without even touching them, she unfastened the button and slid the zipper down a bit. It helped, but she was uncertain as for how long.
This movement only served to cement it in Scott’s head how badly she truly had to go. His mind was racing, trying to think of possible alternatives to waiting. Not even five minutes had passed since he last checked his watch. An uncomfortable silence fell between them, lasting several minutes until Jean suddenly gasped loudly, her hand shooting to hold herself and her legs jiggling madly. Her face was contorted with pain and sweat was beading on her forehead.
“Jean?” Scott asked tentatively after a moment when she seemed to regain the control she had lost. But when her only response was to bite her lip, keeping both hands firmly between her legs, he knew they had to think of a solution. And fast.
Racking his brain as quickly as he could, Scott went into complete tactical mode, trying to utilize his skills for thinking outside the box to come up with an answer. All the while, he kept a close eye on his wife for any signs she was actually losing it.
“Scott…” Jean managed to whimper out, her bladder convulsing heavily. She really didn’t want to wet in his car, knowing how much of an issue it would be to clean. However, she was very unsure of how much longer she could hold it. Her muscles were tired and ached, and her bladder was full and stretched to the point where it felt like it was going to pop. She had already started to feel leaks and dribbles work their way out of her pee-hole, soaking into the gusset of her panties.
“I’m thinking, Jean,” he said quickly, before coming to a realization so obvious, he had to fight the urge to facepalm.
Without saying anything, he stepped out of the car and made his way over to the passenger side. Jean was watching him curiously, wondering what he was up to, but not asking. She has learned it’s best to just let him work it out himself. Once he opened the door beside her, and the cold of the evening air came rushing in, she thought she was about to lose it again. Another large spurt came out as she shivered, seemingly completely bypassing her soaked panties and going right to her jeans, creating a small wet spot on her crotch.
“Come here,” Scott said, helping her turn sideways so she was facing him, “Pull down your pants and sit on the step, here. It’s dark, no one will see you. Come on, I’ll help.”
Jean only nodded a bit and inched forward, placing her feet on the pavement before standing a bit, having to get her pants down before sitting again. However, as soon as she even got her jeans down a little bit, the cold on her skin made her completely lose control. Pee was shooting out of her quite forcefully, hitting the back pockets of her jeans before she got them out of range. A hissing sound was very clear in the air around them as her golden liquids showered the pavement, and expanding into quite a large puddle.
Scott had positioned himself to block her completely from view from the nearby highway and turned his back to give her some privacy once she was situated. He listened to her urinating, knowing just how close she had come to having an accident, and wondering why she hadn’t spoken up sooner, perhaps going when they were still in the mall.
‘Because I didn’t have to go too bad then. I thought I could make it home.’ She answered via telepathy, still peeing full throttle. Even through their mind-link he could hear both the exhaustion and the pure ecstasy in her voice, glad that this ordeal was finally over and she was able to relax and let go.
He let it drop at that, accepting it. She probably would’ve made it home, or, at the very least, would’ve been able to ask him to stop somewhere.
After another minute, her torrent finally tapered down as she emptied. Her urethra was pulsing from all the liquid having passed through it at a high rate and her bladder was tired and felt like a balloon that had been deflated very rapidly. When the last of her liquids had left her, she stood and pulled her pants up, wincing at the wetness, cold from the evening air, on her bum and in her crotch. She had just barely gotten her jeans rebuttoned when a bright pair of headlights drove into the parking lot and headed towards them, as Storm and the Professor arrived.
“Great,” she said, knowing there was no way to hide either the wet patches on her bottom or the expansive puddle she had stepped carefully out of. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
“They’ll understand,” Scott placated as the other car pulled up and stopped.
He was right of course, and neither of them mentioned it as they made the fixes necessary to at least get Scott’s car back home, where he had more tools available to make a full repair. Soon enough, they had the one car hitched to the back of the Jeep, which the four of them were crammed into, on their way home. However, only an hour had passed, when Jean’s tired bladder started nudging her again. Being a doctor, she knew she should have expected this, as her urinary system had been through a great workout and was over-exhausted. Still it was hesitantly when she sent a telepathic message to the Professor, who was driving.
‘Could we, um… stop somewhere?’ |
Hiya guys, I'm planning on updating Summer with Snape Tomorow, but here's a one shot I wrote weeks ago. Its Supernatural like I said in the title, but it is NOT slash, its a older brother comfort thing, anyways enjoy :)
Dean had never been once for mindless things, he prefered to get in and get out. At the moment he was driving towards this abandoned town for their next hunt. The locals at the previous town had been pretty spooked but he and Sam had grinned, this was just another adventure to them.
He shook his head as he watched his little brother chug yet another bottle of water and he couldnt blame the little bugger. It was hot and he hadnt turned the AC on because the tank was a quarter of the way full with no gas station in sight. It never crossed his mind that some of that water in Sam's stomach had to come out sometime. If it had he would have warned Sammy not to drink so much, knowing how his bladder was. He hummed idly to the radio, getting lost in his thoughts, unaware of the events un folding in the next seat over.
About 45 minutes later the last of the cold water settled in his stomach Sam felt something a bit off. He found himself gently pressing his stomach, glancing back into the backseat to see the many water bottles he had drunk. He chanced a look at Dean before shifting in his seat.
He frowned, knowing they were in the middle of nowhere, that never posed good for them. He knew how Dean was when it came to stopping and though his brother would eventually give in, Sammy knew he would never hear the end of it; or so he thought.
He knew his brother would never let him have an accident in his car but he was to embarassed to ask. Dean had a big bladder, and he wanted to prove that he could hold it as long as he did too.
He frowned as the water he drunk had seemily gone straight for his bladder, and found his eyes forward as he looked for a sign, that would tell him their next rest stop. There was one along with lodgings coming up in 25 miles and he didnt know if he could wait that long. He looked up at the sky, seeing it darken.
He wasnt about to ask for a stop, but he hoped that Dean would need to rest, as he didnt like driving in the dark.
"Sammy, at this next stop we're gonna check into a hotel for the night ok?" Dean said casually.
Sam's eyes widen as he nodded, he had always thought that Dean somehow had the ability to read his mind. He was most grateful in this situation.
"Okay," Sam replied as he shifted again. He really had to go, but he was destermined to suffer in silence. He didnt need Dean to go all big brother on him, and saying I told you so.
He was an adult now a man even, though at 18 years old he didnt look it. The teenager was unconciously fidgeting in his seat making him look a great deal younger as he inwardly told himself he could hold on. He wasnt really aware of what he was doing until it was pointed out to him.
"Sammy, you okay there? Why you moving around so much?" Dean asked curiously.
"Nothing..I'm just tired of sitting," Sam replied, stopping his movement immediatly which turned out to be a bad idea. Because as soon as he stopped he spurted in his jeans, unintentionally gasping.
"Sam, whats the matter?" Dean asked, voice serious and full of concern now.
"Are we almost there?" Sam asked sitting stiffly in his seat.
"We've got 15 miles left, what do you need?" Dean asked turning to look at his brother. He would pull over if he needed to because at the moment, Sammy's face was red and sweaty.
"I'm just tired," Sam replied softly, his thighs clenched as tight as could.
"You can fall asleep bud, I'll be fine. But before you do that, drink another bottle of water for me," Dean said knowing how his brother liked keeping him company. He smiled before reaching in the cooler and handing one to his brother.
"Why?" Sam asked quietly as he took it. He knew he couldnt add anymore liquid in him unless he wanted to explode all over himself and Dean's car. He shuddered already knowing his brother's reaction to the latter, it wasn't good.
"Because you're all red and I dont want you to get sick," Dean said taking a sip of his own water to prove a point.
"I dont want it," Sam replied shaking his head as he set it in the cup holder.
"Sammy," Dean said warningly.
"I can't drink it Dean please," Sam pleaded as he squirmed in his seat.
"Why can't you drink it huh? Explain that one to me," Dean said letting his little brother humor him because no matter what Sammy said he was drinking this water. The last thing they needed was Sammy getting Heat exhaustion or worst heat stroke.
"Promise not to laugh?" Sam said miserably as he gripped the sides of his jeans, as he rocked in his seat.
"I promise bud, you can tell me anything," Dean said sincerely, idly wondering why Sam was moving around so much right now.
"I gotta go pee," Sam whispered out embarassedly as he squirmed relentlessy in his seat.
Dean took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at his brother who looked like he was in pain. He frowned, as he should have known that Sammy would need a break. He himself always had a fairly large bladder but even as a kid Sam needed more stops then him and their father combined.
He was a bit irritated at himself at the moment, he was the oldest. He knew this, Fuck. He had messed up and now his little brother was suffering because of him.
"Okay Sammy we'll be there in about 20 minutes to a half hour I promise," Dean said ,gently before speeding up.
There was no cars in front of behind him, nor was there anywhere to stop. The side of the road gave no type of cover and out here alone anything could happen.
"Kay," Sam replied softly, groaning. He tried as long as he could to resist the urge and grab himself, he didnt want to look like a baby in front of Dean.
Dean kept an eye on him out the corner of his eye, hoping Sammy would make it. The first thing in his mind was his brother bettter not pee in his car before he shook his head. If Sammy had an accident it was Dean's fault anyway for forgetting to remind him to go.
Not to mention Sammy would feel horrible enough about his accident, and even more so when he realized he'd done it in the impala. Dean shook his head, he couldnt be mean right now and reached a hand over to squeeze his little brother's shoulder.
"Almost there, just a little bit longer," Dean said soothingly.
"How much longer?" Sam asked desperatedly.
"Another 15 minutes and we'll be there," Dean promised, stretching the truth just by a few minutes.
Dean pretended that he couldnt hear Sammy whimpering and trying not to cry in the seat next to him. He sighed as he willed the rest stop to hurry up, he knew that Sam had been trying to prove that he wasnt a little kid but even at 18 Dean still saw him a his kid brother.
He mused that no matter how old they got he would always see him as that.
"Dean hurry," Sam said hoarsely.
"I am buddy," Dean replied honestly.
He was glad there weren't any cops around as he had made a 15 minute journey in 7 minutes. He pulled off the highway and headed for the motel, and pulled into the parkinglot.
Sam looked up, his eyes suspicously bright as he wiggled in his seat, barely still able to refrain from gripping himself like he wanted to. He gulped on his air, trying not to cry. He hated this feeling, he always had.
"Alright I'm gonna go in and get the room key, when I come out be prepared to get out kay?" Dean said as he parked as close as he could
"Uh huh," Sam replied thickly, wiping his sweaty palms agaisnt his jeans. Angrily swiped the back of his hand across his face as some tears tried to fall, hoping Dean didnt see.
Dean opened the door and hurried out, pretending for his brother's sake that he didnt see him crying. He ran to the office and got their room key before hurring back to the car.
"Come on Sam, lets go," he said opening the car door.
"Okay," Sam said as he slowly got out the car.
The minute gravity hit, he doubled over in agony, before he was forced to grab himself beetween the legs before he could leak. He had never felt so humilated and ashamed at that moment, what must Dean thinik of him now? He sniffled sadly, forcing the tears back. He didnt want Dean to think he was a crybaby too.
Dean for his part was feeling wretched. His baby brother was nearing the point of no returning. He put his arm around his shoulder and started to lead him to their room. He couldnt go as fast as he wanted due to Sammy squirming awkwardly as they walked.
"Almost there Sammy, a few more seconds and you can go," Dean encouraged as they neared there door.
Sammy moan rushing forward with a bit of speed as they reached their door number.
"Open it now please," he said hurriedly as he bent at the waist.
"I am," Dean said not at all annoyed for feeling like he was being rushed.
He knew the reason and he didnt blame Sam. He stuck the key in the door, expecting the red light to turn green but nothing happened. He hadn't been paying attention to the guy in the office that told him he had to jiggle the card when he stuck it in or it wouldn't work.
"Dean," Sammy pleaded frantically as he bounced in front of the door.
It was obvious to Dean or anyone else had they been there that the teen next to him was dying for a pee. And that he was only minutes away from having an accident.
"It won't open," Dean said irratedly as he tried again.
"I hafta pee!" Sam replied, his calm facade breaking as the back of his eyes burned with unshed tears.
"I know that dammit!" Dean muttered trying to stay calm though he was anything but.
"I'm gonna pee on myself," Sammy gasped out. He choked on a sob as he suddenly spurted in his pants.
Dean didnt comment on what he said, as he absently wiggled the card in the slot. The light turned green and he shoved the door open.
"Finally," he said tone full of relief. "Go pee Sammy," he said hurrying out the way so his brother could get in.
Sam, who was still crying at this point staggered inside the hotel room, hearing Dean shut the door quickly. He stilled as his bladder contracted painfully before he hobbled somehow into the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind him spurting the whole way there.
He bent awkwardly in front of the toilet as he tried to rapidly undo his jeans. As one hand was gripping his cock and the other was trying to undo a button he wasnt having much luck. He removed his hand from himself to undo his jeans when the dambroke.
He gasped as the front of his jeans were immediatly soaked through, before his shoved them down and aimed his peeing length at the toilet, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He sigh audibly in relief.
Dean was sitting quietly on the bed, hearing his brother relieve himself, breathing out his own sigh of relief. That had been way to close for comfort for him, and the minute Sam got out they would be having a small talk before going to get something to eat. In the meantime, tomorow he reminded himself that he needed to make sure Sam had bathroom breaks.
Sam continued peeing what felt like a water fall, his soaked boxers clinging to his legs. As the last of his bladder emptied out and he flushed, he pulled up his pants to assess the damage. There was a dark wet spot on his blue jeans from his crotch to about mid thigh on his right leg. It was obvious to whoever looked at it(or in this case just Dean) would know what Sam did. He tried pulling his shirt down but that didnt do anything but get it wet.
He sniffled wiping the tears away, even as more came. He sniffled loudly trying to rein in the tears. He managed to get them to stop falling to a degree. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry. He was such a little kid, and now Dean would never take him seriously.
He didnt want to go out and face Dean but he knew he couldnt stay in the bathroom forever. He washed his hands taking his time before he hung his head and walked out the bathroom.
Dean stood up when he saw his brother, his eyes taking in the red rimmed eyes, before noticing the wet jeans.
"Oh Sammy, its ok bud, accidents happen," he said gently. He could remember saying these exact same words when they were kids and Sam had had another accident.
"Im sorry," Sam said softly, a he swallowed a lump in his throat.
"What are you sorry for?" Dean asked, already preparing to go back to the car to get thier bags.
"For embarassing you," Sam replied tearfully.
"You didn't embarass me dude, and you don't owe me an apology. If anyone is apologoizing its gonna be me," Dean said firmly.
Sam looked at him in confusion. "What did you do?" He asked.
"I'm the big brother and I should have known. I was too busy thinking to realize that you needed a stop ages ago. I'm so sorry Sammy," Dean said quietly.
"I'm not a little kid any more Dean I know when I have to go," Sam said with a red tint on his face.
"So do I, I know your little signals. I'm not blaming you nor will I allow you to blame yourself," Dean replied.
Sam didnt say anything in reply to that as he stood there in his cold jeans. "Okay, but what am I supposed to do now?" He said gesturing to his wet jeans.
"I'll go get the bags from the car, and after you get dressed we are going out to eat wherever you want," Dean said as he stood up and headed to the door.
Sam smiled. "I know what I'm gonna pick," he said already.
"I bet i know too," Dean said laughed as he walked out to the car to get thier bags. He knew Sammy would definitely be okay, especially after they ate. |
This is a somewhat fictionalized memory of mine from a while back. It's true in the Hollywood sense--more inspired by truth than anything. Due to it's nature as partial-memory, there is a LOT of characterization in the beginning, and it doesn't get into the--ahem--juicy bits until later. If you don't feel like reading the context, feel free to skip down to the NSFW tag and expand. I will warn there is some fairly sexual content later on, but nothing under the pants. Yay, first ever fiction.
A while back, just after my 18th birthday, there was this boy, Isaac, I had crush on. We'd met through our local community theatre program, and he'd immediately caught my eye, with his unique laugh and black ponytail extending halfway down his back. His skin was tan, and he had a cheery face, with brown eyes that glittered, and even though he was still in college, faint laugh lines were already appearing on him.
Isaac and I had become friends quickly during practice. We had in common our very physical nature; we both expressed ourselves through touch. We'd hug, and scratch at, and tickle each other. Our mutual friends couldn't get why I'd laugh when he pulled my hair into a ponytail for me, or why it took us twenty minutes to get his stage makeup on, when it should've taken five.
There was one night in particular that stands out in my mind. It was during our last performance together, when we'd become best friends. He'd invited me over to his place to spend the night, purposefully, of course, in front of a bunch of our friends and castmates so they could jeer and we could joke about the amazing sex we weren't planning on having. By that time, he was my absolute closest friend. Isaac had become my pier, the one immovable object in my life. I'd sit with him, partway on his lap, and we'd talk about the beauty of the world in our imaginations.
We'd been playing video games for about two hours, volume turned up all the way so we could pretend we couldn't hear Isaac's idiot roommate, Chris, and his equally air-headed girlfriend, Marie watch porn in one of the bedrooms. We were playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, and he was kicking my ass 7 games to 0. I'd never said my talents lay in holding a WiiMote steady, and I could hear Isaac cracking up behind me from the couch as I struggled my way through navigating the selection screen. He chuckled over the clear sound of a woman upstairs--Marie or in the movie I cared not--getting spanked. At that same moment Issac smacked me on the ass hard enough I'm sure it left a mark.
"Damn it!" I swung around, seized a paperback novel I'd brought over, and whacked him playfully on the cheek with it. Issac grabbed me around the waist, and then I was in his lap, halfway straddling him, my knees digging into the worn foam of the old sofa. There were about fifteen minutes of playful flirting and fake-screwing. We had a joke where he bounced me on his knees in such a way that it resembled dry-humping, and we would do it just to give people at practice a heart attack. It got a good chuckle once they realized what was going on. It just made us laugh.
After I about triggered an asthma attack of laughter, Isaac tucked me hard into his stomach. This move wasn't new--we typically shared a seat when we weren't on stage and watched from the audience--but what was new was I could feel him getting aroused by the small of my back. I could feel the tone in his chest, and see the muscles in his arms clench around me, taught from spending his life working construction with his father.
"We're playing a game!" he announced.
"Sexy," I made an attempt at dead-panning, failing miserably.
"It's called Secrets," Isaac continued, "I'll tell you a tiny little secret, one you might already know, and then you do the same. Then I'll tell you a slightly bigger one, and you too, and we go on and on until we've both told our deepest darkest secrets."
"You know most of mine," I giggled, turning to whisper in his ear over the sound of the game.
"'Most' is the keyword there, darling," he murmured back, "I'll start. So, when I was thirteen, I, like many thirteen-year-old boys, got random boners like a champion. I almost managed to get all the way through my awkward phase without anyone noticing, because I'm that ninja, until this one day. The eighth grade was having an assembly, and right beforehand my hormones made their ideas known, and so I'm sitting there trying to calm down and what happens at that moment? Our super young social studies teacher dressed up as Batman for a joke, and was running around screaming about how Batman wants us all to do good on standardized tests. Long story short, some bitchy girl noticed my lit--massive, massive inconvenience, and shouted it out. So my secret is, there's a whole school that believes to this day that I used to jerk it to old guys in latex."
I tried not to laugh at his pain. I tried, and I failed. Isaac owned it though and grinned. It was one of the things I loved about him; he was who he was and nobody else.
We went back and forth, telling deeper and deeper secrets until at last it came to my deepest and darkest. I'd considered sending this secret to Postsecret, as I'd never plucked up the courage to tell anyone. We'd moved on the couch so my feet lay on his lap, with my torso stretched over to the arm of the sofa, him sitting cross-legged on the other end.
"Well, I kind of have, a, uhhh, fetish."
He smirked, but without malice, "Really now?" he muted the sound on the TV, and Chris and Marie seemed to have fallen asleep, "I want to hear about this."
"Well, like, it...uhh," I blushed, "it's hot when someone uhh...wets themselves." I tried to be like him and own it, but I couldn't. Back then I hadn't yet found any other girl who was into the same stuff, and I assumed it was only men who were interested in it. I had decided I was strange...wrong.
"Really?" Isaac said, "That's sexy," without a trace of irony. He spent some time asking, and I spent some time answering as best I could. I learned I wasn't a freak, at least not to the only one who mattered, and he learned that Sigmund Freud was pretty much entirely wrongity wrong throughout his entire career, save for the obvious.
Isaac and I started dating a month later. Our performance had ended in bright lights and standing ovations, and the theatre group had disbanded until next year. We didn't speak of that night again, and I was certain he'd forgotten it. At least until one particular date.
The body of Issac's green '99 Ford Escort had basically been destroyed by a pickup t-boning him at an intersection. Still ran just fine, and he would be able to get a new car in a matter of days. We decided we'd take turns toodling around a parking lot of a local abandoned shopping center that even Mother Nature had decided she didn't want to use. This was our idea of romance...swapping turns at the wheel seeing who could wreck the most of the remainder of the Escort without dying. It was just about sunset, the summer sun finally giving way to a cooler night.
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Isaac swallowed the last gulp of a two-liter bottle of Pepsi we shared.
"You alright there?" I asked, giggling from the passenger seat as I saw him wriggle around to my left.
"Never better," he said, with that half-grin I'd always found so sexy. I knew better; as a trained vet in Omorashi I could pick up the signs.
"Hey, fun idea," he interupted my daydream, "See those shopping carts up there?" he pointed to the mangled mess of metal that had once been about fifteen carts that we'd wrecked, "I'm going to set them up in a line, and you try and weave in and out of them at, like, fifteen an hour, then I'll try it at thirty, then you at forty-five, and we keep going til we roll this bitch."
"Sure thing," I said, smiling. This "bitch" of an Escort was notoriously difficult to roll.
I watched Isaac set up the carts, each with about a ten foot gap in between. In the light of the sunset, I could see him becoming more and more fidgety. Isaac would pause, clench his thighs for just a moment, then continue. He shook his hips a bit more than necessary. Finally, he made his way back to the parked Escort as I slid into the driver's seat. He flumped next to me and buckled his seat belt. I noticed him wince as the lap belt pressed his bladder.
"Alright, Darlene Williams," Isaac said, voice slightly breathy, "Go go go!"
I drove, keeping the odometer above 15, easily avoiding most of the carts. Isaac had crossed his legs, pretending I didn't notice next to me.
"Your turn," I took the pleasure of unbuckling his seat belt for him, of course, leaning over him to make sure he didn't get smacked in the face, putting pressure on his lower stomach as I did so. His bladder was as hard as a rock. He drew a breath in and squirmed, but I swore I heard the smallest of laughs.
Isaac's run, which was supposed to be at 30, barely hit 10, as he unabashedly held himself the whole way through. I pretended I didn't notice, and he pretended he didn't notice my noticing, and I pretended I wasn't hornier than I had been in a while.
"You seem a bit...distracted," I said, pulling the same move as before, "Anything I can help you with?"
"Maybe," we hadn't had sex yet, and hadn't gone any farther than heavy petting, but we had gotten into a rhythm. Isaac followed me out to the hood of the car, turning off the engine and the headlights on as he did so. We kissed deeply as night fell, Isaac squirming under me as I kissed him.
Finally he acknowledged his urge, "I've never had to pee this badly in my life," he murmured.
"Tell me more," I breathed.
He kissed down my neck as he described, "I can't think about anything else except you and my bladder," he let out a guttural grunt, and let me watch him cup his crotch, shifting his legs.
"It's soooo-Urgh-close to coming out."
I put my hand between his legs and he ground up against it. I couldn't tell if it was for relief or sex.
He gasped and took a step away from me so I could see him better in the headlights. He grabbed his crotch with both hands, and hissed, "Ohh, I can't...I can't..."
Isaac took his hands away for a second, and I saw a wet spot the size of a golf ball on his light blue jeans. He jammed his hands back between his legs and twisted his hips, "I need to go," he groaned, "Urgh, I have. To. PEE!"
He bounced up and down, trying to hold it, but it was too late. I heard the gentle hiss as his jeans darkened, and he spread his legs. The stream sparkled as it fell and splattered to the pavement below. It splashed into a growing puddle and soaked his jeans. His whole body shook, but he sighed with relief.
I won't go into detail of how our night together ended. Suffice it to say Isaac understands just how to work a girl with a fetish.
Edited November 18, 2012 by Ici
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So I dunno when or if I will finish this. But Vexer seemed to really enjoy the idea of a female slayer story and I didn't have the heart to not post what I had. So maybe I will come back to this, but for the time being I will be working on a god-complex type supernatural based original story.
My fingers drew back the bow string for the umpteenth time. The string reached the end of its draw and I focused on the target. I quivered for a moment as my bladder twinged. My legs pressed together tightly as I took a deep breath and held it. Just as I prepared myself to release the string and watch the arrow sink its way into the bull’s-eye a spurt of hot urine seeped its way into my panties. A blush found its way onto my cheeks, despite my surgical procedure that reduced blushing, my hand shook and nearly released the arrow into a clumsy miss. I released my breath and just managed to regain my composure.
My legs trembled from beneath my grey yoga tights as the pressure along my lower region grew in intensity and a sharp prickle panged throughout my urethra as pent up pee threatened to release itself. I had been holding it far too long. Time I had otherwise chosen to increase my skills as a marksman… or markswoman. I had spent far too long trying improve upon these skill, even continuing to refine them after a fine trickle of rain spilled out from the grey skies. Now I was about to pay for my mistake, yet I remained glued to my spot as I drew my arrow, swearing to utilize a bathroom the moment I fired the last arrow in my quiver.
Finally realigning my aim I released the string and the arrow shot forward, the silver point slicing its way into its intended target; the center of the red bull’s-eye. The carbon shaft was nearly entirely buried into the wooden target. My slender arms hid an amazing vigor. I temporarily lowered my bow and reached behind my back and selected another arrow, leaving six more in the quiver. I took a moment to cross my legs tightly and even curtsey slightly before once again regain my composure and nock the arrow. I hesitated as my black hair billowed in the wind ever so slightly, once it settled rain drops once again planted themselves into my hair, the glistening drops littering my raven hair so that they resembled stars in the night sky.
I exhaled a deep breath before inhaling another and drawing back my bowstring; taking aim, ignoring the prickle in my bladder, I shot another arrow, this one in a different target, further back from the first. The arrow still managed to burry itself plenty deep in the bull’s-eye. I was reaching for another arrow when a twinge in my bladder caused me to tense up suddenly. I froze with my hand still in place as I clenched my sphincter muscles tightly managed to remain in control. I finally managed to draw another arrow, nock it and take aim of another target, once again further back. The string left my hands and the arrow cut through the air and planted itself in the target.
Another twinge panged through my bladder. I curled my toes as my right hand buried itself into my crotch. I held it there for a few moments before releasing my grasp. My hand hovered near my genital area for a moment till I was sure I had control. My toes remained curled, however, and my thighs pressed together even tighter. I furrowed my brow as I repeated the target shooting process once more, yet another arrow found it’s mark. I repeated the process twice more before doubling over from an excruciating twinge in my bladder. I resisted the urge to drop the bow and stuff both hands into my crotch, instead I only shoved the ball of my right hand against my urethra.
Hot pee still managed to dribble myself, and for what seemed like eternity at the time, my hand pressed against the source of the flow with as much force as possible till the dribble stopped. I moved my urine soaked hand from my crotch and examined the damaged. My grey yoga pants were dark with a glistening wet patch that spanned the size of a CD. I blushed once more, a rare occasion for me. I allowed myself to cross my legs tightly as I drew another arrow. I curled my toes till it hurt as I nocked the arrow. My grip on the string was deadly as I drew it back. My chest was practically heaving as my breath shook with sheer desperation.
Sweat formed on my brow despite the frigid temperature. I couldn’t regain my composure this time so I simply released the arrow when I was as relaxed as I could get. The arrow soared to the furthest target and buried itself on the rim of the bull’s-eye despite my desperation.
“Close enough.” I managed to breathe out. I shuddered as my urethra began to dribble out more urine. I ignored the flow as I nocked a final arrow onto my bow string, drew it back and scanned the wooded area around me for a final target. As if on cue a raven took off from a nearby branch. I strained to completely regain my composure and in the process of doing so, the dribble became a slow leak, expanding the wet patch as hot pee made its way down my right thigh. I ignored all this as I took aim of the moving target, predicted its trajectory and released the string so that the arrow flung itself into the sky till it met its pierced the body of the raven.
The bird plummeted to the ground, dead. But I had other concerns at the time. The leak became a full on flood of hot pee as it gushed from urethra and cascaded down my long, silky legs. It was too late to stem the flow at that point and I could only stand, frozen as I tried to stop the flow anyway. My hands had a death grip on my groin but the pee only soaked my callused hands, seeping through my fingers and rolling down my legs. The pee was a welcome warmth, admittedly, as it ran down my thighs. The glistening wet patch covered the entirety of my right pant leg and the majority of my left thigh. Urine began to fill my grey winter uggs and even soak the fabric to a darker grey, matching my pants.
Finally the stream died out and a dark yellow puddle rested on the dirt, flakes of mud swirling in the puddle as it rippled from the fall of rain drops and drops of still warm pee that fell off my legs. Blushing bright red I laid haste towards my house. A light blue Victorian style house appeared above a hill as I raced to the back porch, swinging the oak doors open as I emerged in a modern kitchen. Sadie, an seventeen year old brunette girl that looked closer to fourteen based on her height and small breast. Regardless she was stunning, as her lithe body was propped up against an island covered in a black micro skirt, her legs toned to silky perfection. Her delicate feet were covered by black high heels and her torso was covered by a hot pink t-shirt and black cropped vest. She gave me a once over with a slight smirk.
It hadn’t been the first time I had wet myself due to spending far too much time refining my skills. When I immersed myself in self-improvement I lost focus on other matters, typically the capacity of my bladder. Still, it was embarrassing nonetheless. I lowered my head as I made an attempt to duck out of the kitchen before she could comment on my condition. The girl displayed gymnastic skills as she propelled herself over granite counter jutting out from the wall that divided the both doorways from the rest of the kitchen. She landed feet first in front of me; she leaned against the door way, blocking me from the living room.
“Sadie!” I cried, exasperated.
“C’mon Caylee. Do a twirl for me.” She smirked. Her eyes glistened with sadism from my humiliation.
“Shut up.” I lowered my head even further.
She rolled her eyes as a full-fledged grin replaced her mischievous smirk. “What happened this time?”
“Obviously I wet myself.” I muttered.
“Obviously.” Another eye roll. “Why though?”
“Because I enjoy the warmth.” I said sarcastically. It was then that I noticed that the warmth was replaced with a cold, clammy feeling along my legs.
“You couldn’t come in and just use the toilet in the warm house? I assumed you would be potty trained at sixteen years old.” Her smirk returned.
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, so I continued to fulfill my goal.” I murmured.
“Obviously it was a big deal seeing as you are soaked and humiliated.” She chuckled softly.
“Can I please changed then?” I asked examining the room behind her: white carpet, grey couch, a portrait of a river cutting through a luscious green forest, with two deer drinking from the water source. A sixty inch HD flat screen TV was hidden from my direct view by its mahogany entertainment center that was across from the couch. A computer desk and monitor rested against the corner of the front wall that held the portrait and the wall the entertainment center was against.
I returned my gaze to Sadie’s flawless face. “I suppose. You are dripping on the floor anyway.” She rolled her eyes and moved out of my way.
I glanced down and discovered drops of urine had indeed formed a small coaster sized puddle on the tile floor beneath me. I blushed and kicked my uggs off into the shoe basket before ducking off towards the bathroom. Moving past the stairs I started down a hallway, ignoring the entrance to the house, consisting of the front door and a large space that had no real purpose other than to serve as a place to sit down in and stare through the large window looking out towards the front lawn. I moved on to the last door on the right, briefly peering into the ajar room at the very end of the hall that held the master bedroom. It was too dark to see much.
Shrugging I slipped through my door way and found myself in a large bathroom with a huge bathtub and a smaller shower next to it, a typical toilet and an oak sink base with a silver sink head with an oval mirror sitting above it and a wooden hamper in the far corner of the room.
I stripped off my yoga pants and black panties followed by my purple cardigan and black blouse revealing my ample breasts only contained by a black sports bra. I quickly took that off too before lowering my body in the tub and starting up a hot bath. I allowed myself to relax for several moments in the hot water that was much more comfortable than the yellow urine I was previously drenched in. I sighed audibly as I found relief from the burden of being a slayer, and being a teenage slayer of whatever went bump in the night brought along a lot of burdens.
After a while of relaxing and cleaning my body I drained the water and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom. I entered the entry room and took a left to face two flights of stairs; one leading to the den and basement and the other leading two the second floor. I head upwards towards my room. I bound up the steps to at a time and took an immediate right at the top, through a doorway into my room. Not nearly as big as the master bedroom my room was still pretty large. In it was a queen sized bed, a desk, a forty inch flat screen, a book case, walk in closet and window out-looking the front lawn.
I shut the door and quickly dropped the towel and got dressed in dark-wash jeggings, a green form-fitting t-shirt and black flats. Beneath were a matching pair of red lace thong and bra. As soon as I was dressed I made my way down the stairs back to the kitchen as a girl named Olivia dragged herself through the room half asleep. She laid her head atop the oak table.
“Coke.” The sixteen year old pleaded. Her dirty blonde was draped around her on the table top as Sadie tossed her a can of coke. Olivia barely glanced up as she caught the can with unmatched reflex. She popped it open and took a sip as she sat up. She was dressed in a mostly green plaid pajama shorts and grey camisole.
“So Caylee had another accident.” Sadie practically sung.
“Again?” Olivia asked indifferent. I blushed regardless.
“Mhm.” Sadie said, instantly bored with Olivia’s lack of concern. “So what are you doing up so early?” She asked sarcastically. It was three in the afternoon.
Olivia remained silent as a sixteen and fifteen year old boys walked in. The elder had dark brown hair that verged on black, a fair tan on his skin. He was dressed in a white Hurley t-shirt and jeans. The younger one was an inch or two taller than the first, with contrasting fair skin, blonde hair. He was dressed in matching jeans, but topped with a navy blue Hollister t-shirt. They both, however, shared dazzling green turquoise eyes, wiry builds, matching deep yet soothing voices, smooth acne free skin and relaxed postures.
The dark haired boy spoke. “What’s for dinner?”
“Daniel!” Sadie laughed. “It’s only three.”
“It’s never too early for food.” The blonde haired boy spoke.
“Jake raises a very good point.” Daniel shrugged.
“Here.” Sadie tossed Daniel a bag of ranch ruffles. He shrugged in appreciation and left the room before Sadie could mention my accident.
“Lucky you.” Olivia muttered, sensing my appreciation for Sadie’s silence.
I nodded. “So… what is for dinner?”
“You got to be kidding me! What is with everyone here always eating?” Sadie rolled her eyes. “Pizza is for dinner. Wait till five.” She said simply as she leaned across the counter.
“Too lazy too cook?” Olivia asked.
“Always.”
“Thank god.” Olivia teased. Despite Sadie being a great cook it was fun to make fun of her food.
“Shut up.” Sadie stuck her tongue at Olivia.
“Who wet themselves?” An auburn haired girl, who was clearly the eldest of the kids, asked. In her hands were my urine soaked clothes.
“Who’s do you think?” Sadie asked.
The eldest sighed, running her free hand through her shoulder length hair. “I’m nineteen. I shouldn’t be raising an infant.” She said towards me, though the tone was more exasperated than hostile it still hurt. I looked away in embarrassment. I examined her in the reflection from the toaster. Though the reflection distorted her lithe body to a humorously disproportionate one, I could still make out her green t-shirt, leather jacket and dark blue cigarette jeans that had a few pre-torn patches on it. She turned to Olivia.
“You look tired.” She acknowledged the obvious.
“Vampires suck.” The combination of her serious tone and ironic statement earned a smirk from me and a chuckle from Sadie.
“Big deal.” The eldest girl spoke.
“Violet, you should know there bite is much worse than their bark.” Olivia said harshly, referring to the time the eldest girl had been fed off of many years ago.
“Relax, I’m giving you a hard time.” Violet glared before leaving the room.
“Good job.” Sadie teased.
“I didn’t mean to-“
“I know! You were just grumpy from waking up.” Sadie teased.
“Relax.” I assured Olivia. “Violet is just in a bad mood today.
“I miss the good old days when she wasn’t in a bad mood.” Olivia muttered.
I furrowed my brow. “You mean…. yesterday?”
“Exactly.” Olivia raised her can into the air in a mock toast. “Here’s to yesterday.”
“That’s the spirit.” Sadie said lifting a bottle of water into the air.
I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to raise an imaginary glass into the air. “To a household of jerks.”
The two laughed at my toast. “Two a household of jerks.” The agreed in unison.
So at this point i thought I would leave the option for an appeal. I mean it is only mere seconds from the time I wrote author notes at the top of this story, but if enough people like this then I will continue to work on it. I dunno how much enough is, but it isn't much. So let's say two or three:) Otherwise it will just go to writer's hell probably. Well thanks for reading:) |
Ok so I guess I will continue this, seeing as I can't figure out how to start my other story.
My eyes fluttered open the next day. Monday. I groaned audibly, slayer, or not, I still had to go to high school. The pure thought of school made me miserable as I hopped out of my bed dressed in black night gown. I gathered clothing from my closet before dashing down the hall towards the second bathroom. This one was smaller than the other one downstairs, a typical white tub with a silver shower head and a frosted shower window, a toilet, sink and mirror and another hamper. I ignored the toilet and sink, simply stripping from my night clothing and tossing them into the hamper before hopping into the tub to take a shower.
I adjusted the water temperature as it simply poured from the bath nozzle before switching the flow over to the shower head. I was disappointed to find the water pressure a little low. It would suffice, but it wasn’t nearly as therapeutic as usual. I brushed it off, blaming another one of the house’s many unrelated occupants taking a shower downstairs. To compensate for the lack of pressure I increased the heat to near scalding as I wet my hair to prepare it for the shampoo/conditioner combination. I didn’t waste much time in the shower but even after I got out a fine veil of steam filled the room and thick foggy condensation covered the mirror. I ignored the effects of my shower and simply dried my body with a clean towel, making sure to get my hair as dry as possible.
Soon after the shower, I changed into snowflake oriented sweater leggings, brown ugg boots, a black v-neck pull-over and a scarf the matched my leggings. I curled my hair slightly before jogging down stairs to eat a quick breakfast. I found Sadie dressed in skin tight cigarette jeans, black booties, a black scarf and white sweater. She greeted me with a grin.
“You look cute.” She gushed, stuffing a plate of bacon and eggs into my grasps.
“Uh thanks… you too.” I said looking at my breakfast as I strode over to the table.
“Duh.” She stuck out her tongue in a teasing matter. She propped herself up on the island and took a bite of bacon. I rolled my eyes in good humor and ate my breakfast in silence. Halfway through my meal Olivia wondered in along with Daniel and Jake.
“what’s for breakfast?” Jake asked, beating Daniel to the punch.
“For you? Whatever you find in the trash.” She teased.
“And what about me?” Daniel asked with a bat of his eye lashes as Sadie handed a plate of food to Olivia.
“You can get his scraps.” She stuck her tongue.
Daniel gave devious half smile, his specialty, before sliding next to Sadie and taking a piece of bacon from her plate. “I think I’d rather have yours.”
She laughed in response and playfully pushed him. Jake skirted around the island while the two were distracted and grabbed the plate up, practically inhaling the rest of the meal.
“Jake!” Sadie protested while me and Olivia laughed at the scene unfolding before us. Daniel took advantage of Sadie’s new interest by scooping a couple eggs from the pan on the stove onto a paper plate.
“We have clean plates Daniel.” Olivia called out to him, changing Sadie’s focus once again.
“I know, but I’m pro global warming.” He said stuffing himself with the eggs.
“Guys, seriously.” Sadie laughed.
“Serious people don’t laugh.” Jake said, or at least that’s what it sounded like when he spoke with a mouth full of food.
“You guys suck.” Sadie said pouting against the island.
“Here you go.” Daniel said dangling a strip of bacon in front of her. Sadie rolled her eyes but excepted the food.
“You guys are going to be late.” A sleepy voice called from the doorway.
Violet entered the room, dressed in white boy shorts and a rather revealing top. Daniel and Jake both tried to avoid gaping as Violet was comfortable with her body and this was a typical outfit for her so “early in the morning” as she put it. Still, comfortable, or not, she would chew out either of the two boys if their eyes weren’t at face level. Daniel and Jake ducked out of the kitchen, presumably to gather their stuff.
“Whatever mom.” Olivia said sarcastically as she pushed past the eldest slayer in an attempt to make for the bathroom.
“I’m not in the mood for smart remarks.” Violet grumbled.
“Most people aren’t in the mood for ‘smart’ remarks.” Sadie retorted.
Violet simply cast Sadie a look that sent both me and my smart ass of a friend out of the kitchen in a haste. We both set out for the bathroom at the top of the stairs and found Olivia already in their brushing her teeth. We joined her in freshening enough before applying a light amount of make-up. I settled for a little eye liner and some lip gloss before dashing to my room to grab up my back-pack.
Before long the entire house hold was gathering around the front door, not entirely ready to enter the cold. Violet made a reappearance, now dressed in skinny jeans with a red thong strap sticking out the back and a black jacket that was zipped down slightly, revealing enough of her cleavage to make me doubt there was anything beneath her jacket.
“Everyone got everything they need.” She asked as she grabbed her car keys. She took the silence as a yes and led the group to her mini-van like cattle falling a Shepard… to slaughter, or as most people call it: high school. Olivia got shot gun much to the disappointment of Jake and Daniel and I got the seat behind the driver and next to Sadie.
“Nice outfit.” Olivia pointed out after a few moments of silence.
“Yeah well, what about you? A mini-skirt in winter?” Violet asked, clearly displeased.
“Sadie wore one yesterday. Besides I have leggings on.” Olivia said sticking to her decision of translucent black leggings, a black mini-skirt and a white blouse with a black cardigan as the only sensible warm clothing on her body.
“Whatever.” Violet muttered turning her focus to the wheel as we drove down the street of the Illinois suburb that bordered country town based on the wooded area that encased much of the town’s outskirts. “Try not to make too much of an impression by the way.”
We all knew what Violet meant. As Slayers we bounced from city to city, taking up residence in a new base provided for us by the Slayer Society. Constantly leaving cities meant we couldn’t get attached or even let someone get to attached to ourselves. It was a lonely life sometimes but at least we always had each other.
No one spoke the rest of the way there, most likely from nerves. New school after all. Finally we found ourselves pulling into the school parking lot. Violet stopped in a parking space and kept the gas running as we all abandoned the van and head into the school. Once we were out of proximity of the parking space Violet pulled out and left us to our punishment.
“Please don’t tell me we get to big the group of people who get stuck sitting at lunch together.” Olivia spoke.
“What?” Daniel asked.
“No offense, but we are essentially family and I’d rather try to make my own friends.”
“Whatever floats your boat.” Jake said as he and Daniel walked off into the school.
“Awe, but won’t you miss us.” Sadie said sticking her tongue out at Olivia as she followed the boys’ lead.
“I don’t have a sarcastic comment.” I muttered as me and Olivia walked through the school doors, going our separate ways once we hit our first intersection. I pulled out my schedule from my front pocket and read my first class. “Chemistry-room 203.” I muttered to myself. I glanced up at the nearest door to find myself in the 140’s. “I guess the 200’s would be upstairs.” I muttered intuitively as I bound up the steps to find myself in the 200’s. I smiled, pleased with myself as I set out for room 203.
The rest of the school day progressed rather uneventfully. A couple times I nearly got lost and in my English class the teacher actually had me stand up and introduce myself and tell three things about myself. I said simple things, I like soda, I like junk food and I like video games. Lame, but it worked well enough. Lunch was the worst when I found out I didn’t have the same hour as anyone from the house and I didn’t yet have any friends so I sat alone against the wall. A couple of guys thought it was a shame to see such a pretty girl alone, but I refused their “hospitality”.
Now I found myself strolling through the halls, just having left my geometry class, and making for my locker at the other end of the school. I quickly put away my stuff in my locker before leaving to the walk home since Olivia had informed me Violet won’t be able to managed picking us up. It was a nuisance but I just shrugged it off as I strolled through the chilly air, taking a short cut through the woods home since Jake and Daniel were making way to a pizzeria and Sadie already had a group of girls flocking around her and Olivia had a couple guys talking to her outside of the main door. I didn’t mind the time alone, to be honest it was almost a relief. So I strolled through the “spooky” woods alone. The trees seemed to catch the majority of the breeze so it was a little warmer amidst the foliage.
I was nearly to the house when I heard a twig snap a short distance from me. I kept walking and pretended to be unaware of the noise, but I cast a glance from the corner of my eye in the general direction. I didn’t see anything, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t something there. I picked up the pace without making it obvious. I reached for a silver dagger that wasn’t there. “Damn. School.” I cursed. No weapons on me, not even a splinter of a stake. I needed to move fast. Another twig snap. I wasn’t bothering to hide my knowledge of my stalker anymore. I needed to get back to the house.
I took off in a sprint. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped and I risked a glance backwards just in time to see a teenage boy raise his hand in my general direction. My body was propelled three the air in a short ark before it slid a few feet back and crashed into a tree. My legs suffered a few rips but otherwise I didn’t take too much damage. The boy; however, wasn’t done. He became a blur of motion and suddenly he had me by the throat. He slid my body up the tree till my feet dangled a few feet above the ground.
My hands wrapped around his wrist as I struggled for air, my feet kicked as my body began to spasm from lack of oxygen. I was going to die, by the hands of a vampire. I shut my eyes as I fought a losing battle, I began to feel my body grow numb as my lungs were no longer able to provide oxygen to my blood. My outlook became very grim in a matter of seconds.
“You will make a nice snack.” The boy hissed, his breath reeking of the metallic scent of blood.
Then I pissed myself. It was unintentional and had nothing to do with the fear. My bladder just gave out as I began to die. Before his fangs even so much as poked my throat hot pee began to cascade down my legs, soaking my leggings and sending steam into the icy air. I would have blushed, if blood would have been able to get to my head. That was the worst part, the utter light headedness as I began to pass out.
I take in everything at that moment, the almost pleasurable warmth of pee rolling down my legs, then the sound of the pee drizzling onto the dead leaves and dirt below, the feeling of his fangs begin to puncture my neck, the dizzy pain in my head, and then I see stars. They aren’t the cartoon stars that spin around a characters head, they are more like staring at the night sky. Except they aren’t a random mess of things, they form perfect columns and rows.
The next thing I know I’m sitting in a puddle of pee. The world is spinning, but my vision is returning and I’m alive. The vampire has an arrow through its back and is currently lying face down, dead. My mind tries to piece things together, but it’s still groggy from the suffocation. My head pounds when I’m able to feel things again and my legs began to feel cold as the icy breeze cools the once hot pee. Oh god. I pissed myself in front of a vampire. That’s what I think of. I should have been more concerned of the fact I almost died, but I’m more worried that Sadie will never let me live my accident down.
Finally my mind focuses on something clear; the figure of Violet standing a few yards away, right hand on her hip and her left holding a bow. She doesn’t look pleased to have had to save my life. I don’t care I hug her tightly in pure gratitude.
“Oh my god! Thank you!” I temporarily forget my embarrassment until I feel my soaking wet leggings begin to wetten her jeans. Then I pull away from my embrace with a blush. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re lucky I was out hunting. Otherwise you would be a vampire snack right now.” Her voice is hard to read, not exactly mad but definitely not happy either.
I stare at my feet in shame, though it give me time to assess the damage. A few rips throughout my leggings, none too large to be embarrassing, especially since they don’t go much higher than mid-thigh. However the fabric is almost entirely soaked with my pee. My feet are bare; I hadn’t noticed when I lost my shoes. I glanced around; one sat a few feet away and had probably been kicked off when I was struggling for oxygen. The other is much further and had probably fallen off in the chase.
I grab the first one and slip my feet into it before hopping over to the second and finally relaxing my right foot as I slip it into the shoe. I turn to face Violet again. She hasn’t changed her pose much. “I… Uh… I didn’t have my dagger.”
“Obviously you are going to have to start taking it to school with you then.” Her tone becomes entirely cynical and she is bored with the situation. She leads me to the house, though. I figure she doesn’t trust me not to end up dead on my own. I happily accept the escort and we make our way home. It turns out she wasn’t really needed because nothing else jumped out at us.
She stops across the street from the house. “Do you need me to hold your hand and walk you to the door?” Was that… sarcasm… from Violet?
“Nope, I can look both ways myself.” I rolled my eyes and jogged across the street and into the house. I opened the door expecting the house to be empty, but apparently Daniel, Jake and Sadie got home before me somehow. They each lit up with sadistic humor when they saw me in soaked clothing.
“What happen, your diaper over flow?” Jake asked lamely. Daniel practically cringed at the bad chide.
“I got attacked by a vampire.” I admitted.
“Scared of mosquitoes are you?” Daniel teased.
“I wasn’t scared.” I said defiantly.
“You pants say differently.” He smirked.
“Shut up.” I said dipping out to my bed room to change.
“Might want to find a new diaper.” Jake called up.
So what do you think? Initially this chapter wasn't going to have a wetting scene but I decided it would fit with the attack so I just put a minor one in there. Hope you enjoyed it, as always leave comments, criticism and feedback below. |
This chapter sucks. No wetting.
I remained silent at dinner not wanting to provoke any unnecessary teasing. I was utterly humiliated from wetting myself at a vampire attack. While it wasn’t my first encounter with a vampire, I didn’t have many other encounters, which meant that having wet myself in one of my few battles with a vamp was all the more embarrassing. Finally when I finished my meal I quickly washed off my dishes before ducking into my room to retire for the night.
I found myself staring at my ceiling, my room almost entirely dark. The only light came from the street lamp outside, casting shadows that stretched from my windowsill to the foot of my bed. I ignored the light however and kept rerunning the vampire attack through my head. More specifically, I kept coming back to why I wet myself. Was I that afraid? I thought I was going to die… but some reason I wasn’t terrified… or maybe I was and just too scared to even realize it. That sounds stupid. I rolled my eyes at myself. My vision shifted towards my door as a light flicked on in the hallway. I sat up, revealing my white tank top that took place of my v-neck and bra. Below that only existed boy shorts covering my groin.
Then my door swung open to reveal Sadie who was purely dressed in panties and bra. “Hey… are you ok?” She asked as she shut the door behind her, flicking on the light in my room.
“Yeah… why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, knowing fully well what she was getting at.
“You know… wetting yourself. I mean… in a fight.” She blushed, though I don’t know what she had to be embarrassed about.
“Yeah… that. I was getting the crap kicked out of me.”
“More like the pee.” Sadie smirked.
“Whatever.” I mumbled. “I couldn’t breathe, I was passing out and then… pee.” I blushed and looked away.
“Oh that sucks…” She said, clearly at a loss for words. She kicked her toe at the ground lightly as she rubbed her forearm.
“Well… goodnight.” I said, trying to end the tension.
“Yeah… goodnight.” She answered and left awkwardly. I nodded as she shut off the light and I relaxed, somehow managing sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock for once. Typically I would beat it, today however was different. Not a big deal. I hurried and got ready, dressing in dark skinny jeans, black v-neck and purple cardigan over a red thong and panties. I slipped on black sneakers before darting down for breakfast and continuing the morning ritual before boarding the mini-van as we sped off too school.
Once again school passed by rather uneventfully, until lunch rolled around. I found myself repeating the previous day’s tradition of sitting alone against a wall when I found company. A tall girl from several of my classes strolled over to me. She must have been around 5’11 honestly, with looong, toned, silky legs which were shown off from her mini-skirt. Her torso was covered by a black blazer and white button up blouse. She had long brown hair with the occasional curl and had the real 3-D glasses frames over her eyes. She was… really pretty.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked sweetly.
“Not at all.” I answered, glad to have company.
“Sorry for bothering you.” She said, slowly lowering herself to the ground to avoid revealing an inappropriate angle for the boys that were clearly gawking at her. She smiled at me. “I had a falling out with my friends and there isn’t any other place to sit.”
“No problem. I know how you feel… which you can probably tell since I’m sitting against a wall outside of the cafeteria.” I laughed at my own predicament.
“I’ve gathered… It’s funny. You’re sooo pretty. I’d think that you would have guys lined up to ask you to sit at their table.” She complimented me.
“I actually got a couple of offers but they were kind of jerks… aren’t you cold?” I asked. Her clothes didn’t seem to offer much warmth.
“Hmm… not really. And yeah I get what you mean about guys being jerks.” She smiled as she took a bite out of her sandwich. “So what’s your name?” She asked after she finished chewing.
“I’m Caylee. What about you?”
“Holly.” She replied with a grin. Just like that I made my first friend… Violet wouldn’t be happy. But if Olivia and Sadie could make friends, why couldn’t I?I remained silent at dinner not wanting to provoke any unnecessary teasing. I was utterly humiliated from wetting myself at a vampire attack. While it wasn’t my first encounter with a vampire, I didn’t have many other encounters, which meant that having wet myself in one of my few battles with a vamp was all the more embarrassing. Finally when I finished my meal I quickly washed off my dishes before ducking into my room to retire for the night.
I found myself staring at my ceiling, my room almost entirely dark. The only light came from the street lamp outside, casting shadows that stretched from my windowsill to the foot of my bed. I ignored the light however and kept rerunning the vampire attack through my head. More specifically, I kept coming back to why I wet myself. Was I that afraid? I thought I was going to die… but some reason I wasn’t terrified… or maybe I was and just too scared to even realize it. That sounds stupid. I rolled my eyes at myself. My vision shifted towards my door as a light flicked on in the hallway. I sat up, revealing my white tank top that took place of my v-neck and bra. Below that only existed boy shorts covering my groin.
Then my door swung open to reveal Sadie who was purely dressed in panties and bra. “Hey… are you ok?” She asked as she shut the door behind her, flicking on the light in my room.
“Yeah… why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, knowing fully well what she was getting at.
“You know… wetting yourself. I mean… in a fight.” She blushed, though I don’t know what she had to be embarrassed about.
“Yeah… that. I was getting the crap kicked out of me.”
“More like the pee.” Sadie smirked.
“Whatever.” I mumbled. “I couldn’t breathe, I was passing out and then… pee.” I blushed and looked away.
“Oh that sucks…” She said, clearly at a loss for words. She kicked her toe at the ground lightly as she rubbed her forearm.
“Well… goodnight.” I said, trying to end the tension.
“Yeah… goodnight.” She answered and left awkwardly. I nodded as she shut off the light and I relaxed, somehow managing sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock for once. Typically I would beat it, today however was different. Not a big deal. I hurried and got ready, dressing in dark skinny jeans, black v-neck and purple cardigan over a red thong and panties. I slipped on black sneakers before darting down for breakfast and continuing the morning ritual before boarding the mini-van as we sped off too school.
Once again school passed by rather uneventfully, until lunch rolled around. I found myself repeating the previous day’s tradition of sitting alone against a wall when I found company. A tall girl from several of my classes strolled over to me. She must have been around 5’11 honestly, with looong, toned, silky legs which were shown off from her mini-skirt. Her torso was covered by a black blazer and white button up blouse. She had long brown hair with the occasional curl and had the real 3-D glasses frames over her eyes. She was… really pretty.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked sweetly.
“Not at all.” I answered, glad to have company.
“Sorry for bothering you.” She said, slowly lowering herself to the ground to avoid revealing an inappropriate angle for the boys that were clearly gawking at her. She smiled at me. “I had a falling out with my friends and there isn’t any other place to sit.”
“No problem. I know how you feel… which you can probably tell since I’m sitting against a wall outside of the cafeteria.” I laughed at my own predicament.
“I’ve gathered… It’s funny. You’re sooo pretty. I’d think that you would have guys lined up to ask you to sit at their table.” She complimented me.
“I actually got a couple of offers but they were kind of jerks… aren’t you cold?” I asked. Her clothes didn’t seem to offer much warmth.
“Hmm… not really. And yeah I get what you mean about guys being jerks.” She smiled as she took a bite out of her sandwich. “So what’s your name?” She asked after she finished chewing.
“I’m Caylee. What about you?”
“Holly.” She replied with a grin. Just like that I made my first friend… Violet wouldn’t be happy. But if Olivia and Sadie could make friends, why couldn’t I? |
I got this from fanfiction.net
Chapter 1
The tome you're about to read contains my life story. Perhaps existence would be a better word to use. In any case, this tome contains my experiences, emotions, and inner most thoughts and feelings. Read at your own risk.
I guess I'll start at the beginning. My name is Xion, and unlike most people, my birth into existence wasn't normal, if it can even be called birth. You see, I didn't meet the requirements to qualify as a human until nearly four months ago, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My creation was in a place called Castle Oblivion. Sounds like the perfect vacation place, huh? Anyways, what makes my creation so different is the fact that my physical body was made up of memories.
The memories were taken from a boy name Sora. He wields a weapon known as the Keyblade, which is why he was chosen for this. My body took on the physical appearance, bar a few alterations, of his strongest memory, which was his childhood friend Kairi. Like Sora, I too can use the Keyblade, and that was half the reason for my creation.
In this realm, there are many other creatures in existence then just humans and your regular run-of-the-mill animals. Two such races are known as the Heartless and non-existent beings, or nobody for short. Heartless are creatures born from darkness, and travel from world to world, stealing hearts from any and all creatures who have them in an attempt to fill the void the lack of there own creates.
The reason the Keyblade is important is because it is the only weapon that can not only permanently destroy a heartless, but can release the hearts they've collected. Because the Keyblade has a unique energy signature, the Heartless swarm to the area it is, in hopes of stopping it's wielder while they're young, inexperienced, injured, weak, you name it; they just want the wielder gone.
Now when a Heartless steals a heart from someone, they too become a Heartless except in the rarest of cases, only once I believe. The stronger the heart, the stronger the Heartless created, however, if a heart is really strong, a nobody is created from the body left behind. If that heart was strong enough, then that nobody takes on a humanoid form, and even retains the weapon that was closes to their heart.
The people who created me were nobodies, and formed a group known as Organization XIII. They are easily identified by the black trench coats they wear, which protects them from the darkness within the dark corridors they traveled through. While the corridors were convenient for world travel, the darkness within them threatened to force regress nobodies of humanoid figures, into basic Dusks, hence the protection of the trench coats.
My creation was so I could assimilate the nobody of Sora, named Roxas. Sora…there really isn't anyone like that boy. Any information we know about the heart, that applies to the majority of the beings in existence, seem to either become twisted or just not apply to him at all. Same could be said for his friend Kairi, though she's one of the seven Princesses of Heart, a being without darkness anywhere in their heart, so she at least has an excuse. Both have lost their hearts, hence the creation of their nobodies, and yet through each other they managed to regain them. It baffles me to this day.
In any case, had I succeeded in assimilating Roxas, we would have formed a Sora that the leader of the Organization, Xemnas, could have complete control over. Of course, up until nearly eight months of my existence, I didn't have a clue I was any different from the other nobody members.
Learning I wasn't even a nobody was a big blow to me, but explained why my treatment in the organization was as it was, despite how big a role I had with my Keyblade. I was constantly pushed to my breaking point and beyond in my training, and often belittled verbally. Despite my best efforts, I was always looked down upon, save for three members.
Worst still was upon learning what I was meant to do; I realized I had feelings for my target. Roxas and I had become friends during the first two months of our creation and he had done a lot for me. He was the first to ever reach out to me…
Roxas was the person I could turn too if I had any problems. When I was having trouble summoning my Keyblade, Roxas convinced the higher ups to partner us together, with the promise of at least double the quota of Heartless. He worked so hard to meet the quota while I couldn't use the Keyblade, and he visited me whenever I was ill.
We were both there for each other. I…I wasn't all that strong, so I wanted more power to be able to have his back. In chasing that power, I ran away from the organization for a time, chasing after the man impersonating a member of the group. I had originally been ordered to track down and dispose of him, but he had soundly thrashed me in battle, and upon learning who it was, it wasn't surprising.
It was Sora's other childhood friend, Riku. He's truly an amazing person, he entered the door to darkness without fear, and faces his problems head on. It's little wonder he's a Keyblade wielder. The only flaw in his character that I've seen is that he tries to do everything himself, even if he could become overwhelmed. We have a big brother, little sister relationship now.
Through Riku I gained the knowledge of my birthplace, and from there the purpose of my creation. Between those times, the organization had managed to capture me, and with a few modifications I was sent back on missions. I reaffirmed my connection with Roxas during that time…
When I was running away, the first time that is, which was before I was ever modified, and he thought I was the imposter, due to my keeping my hood drawn…I'm rambling. Roxas had such a determined look on his face as he chased me around the town, literally flying through the air with his magic as I warped away from him. When I was cornered, and my hood fell off to reveal my face, he was stunned only for a second before he rushed me and wrapped me up in a hug. He was even crying, saying how worried he was about me.
It amazes me how even though he was a nobody, he could convey such a large amount of emotions and dedication to me. What's amazing about that is that nobodies feel emotions on such a low level, they're practically non-existent, no pun intended. It was one of the hardest things I ever did, but I turned my Keyblade on him; I wasn't ready to return. I still had to get stronger, and I couldn't lead the Organization to Riku, which was why I needed to fight. My determination didn't make a difference though.
I was forced back by Axel. Sure he was mostly friendly, but his loyalty was to the organization first, his friends second. I ran a second time, and after he brought me back again, Xemnas modified my body to the point I was little more then the puppet he was expecting me to be…
God, even to this day that experience haunts my dreams. Being shackled eagle spread in the air, naked, he fused pieces of armor to my skin. When one suit was done, it would sink into my skin and the process would start again, the last one being the worst due to the amount of armor he used.
All the while, I had these tubes entering my body through my ears, mouth, nostrils, and…my front and backside. These were the devices that stripped away my free will, painfully so…I had enough control to escape before all the enhancements took, but I couldn't override the primary order; assimilate Roxas.
That feeling of helplessness is a real fear for me, even to this day, and Xemnas isn't the biggest cause of it. They say don't get wrapped up in what-ifs, but if Axel, whom I had trusted, hadn't have captured me a second time, or even a first, I'd never have gone through any of that…never had hurt Roxas. That's why it took me so long to forgive him.
Because the enhancements weren't complete, I wasn't at full strength when my body attacked Roxas. He wasn't alone in that battle either, I was fighting for control from the inside, though I'm not sure it made a difference…Roxas won the battle, and I faded away, asking him to correct the mistakes I was unable to, and telling him how much the time I spent with him meant to me.
The next thing I know, I awoke up in Castle Oblivion, in one of those weird flower pods. From what I understand, the pods are used for healing; Sora was placed in one when his memories were messed up, and the pod sustained him for nearly a full year while he recovered.
As it opened, and I walked out, I noticed six other pods, and people coming out of them. One of them was Namine, Kairi's nobody and whom I had only spoken to once. I didn't recognize the blue haired girl, or the tall guy, but there was a boy who looked a lot like Roxas there. I'd later learn their names were Aqua, Terra, and Ventus, in that order.
Axel was the next person I saw. I was surprised to see him there, but I also held something of a grudge against him for what he'd done to me, and what his actions had ultimately caused, so I ignored him for the time being. Roxas was there as well. The instant I saw him, I ran to him, tackled him to the ground, and kissed him with as much emotion as I could manage.
What made this awkward later on was the fact that we were all naked.
Turns out Ansem the Wise, a foremost expert of hearts, had encoded data of all of us into Sora's heart while he was trying to restore his memories. Using that code, King Mickey, ruler of the Disney Kingdom and a Keyblade Master, a man named Cid,who was a tech wiz from the world of Radiant Garden, and a powerful wizard called Master Yen Sid were able to summon or restore us in these pods in Castle Oblivion.
What was truly amazing was the fact that each nobody and I were now real humans with hearts! None of us knew how it happened, and to this day we still don't. Ansem the Wise was truly a genius when it came to the power of the heart, and even he stated that no one would ever truly everything about how the heart works. To this day, he was right.
After Yen Sid magiced some clothes up for us, to our relief, we were briefed on the situation. Thanks to information obtained by King Mickey, we knew something bigger then Xemnas , bigger then anything we or the others had faced, was coming, and we were needed to prepare to face it. What's more Xehenort, the complete human whom Xemnas was spawned from, was aligned with this force.
The three people I hadn't been familiar with, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus, were trained by an actual Keyblade master, and had combat experience with Xehenort, Keyblade Master Xehenort. As disciples, they had been granted special armor that was resistant against darkness, much like the Organization trench coat, and helped them travel through space safely. I'd later learn that they could transform their Keyblades into vehicles fit for space and planetary travel.
These three were there at the beginning of the crises we were then facing. Thankfully, it would be years before it would arrive, whoever or whatever it was, so we had time to train and prepare.
We all spent four months at the castle, recovering and learning to cope with the changes we were experiencing. A woman named Aerith, a healer from Radiant Garden, was kind enough to help with our therapies. If it wasn't for her, we'd all have taken years to recover, and she had been a big help in the war to come.
For me, Roxas, Namine, and Axel, it was learning to deal with our new emotion range. I also had to relearn some of my motor skills, due to the mental strain I had experienced fighting Xemnas's enhancements. I wasn't alone in that field; the two male Keyblade knights, Terra and Ven, also needed help as they both hadn't been in their proper bodies for a long time, much less in control of them.
I also joined Terra and the female knight and actual Keyblade master, Aqua, in some therapy sessions. While Terra and I had both been slaves in our own bodies, Aqua had been in the realm of darkness for years, fighting countless Heartless. She had developed a case of paranoia, and quite possibly something called PTSD from how many close calls she'd had. I offered what support I could, but it was really her bond with Ven and Terra that helped her in the end.
My therapy was to deal with the abuse I suffered during my Organization days. Always being called a worthless puppet, my performance on the field degraded, the physical encouragement Saix, the Organization's second in command, would at times give me, and last but not least, the time Xemnas modified my body…I had a lot of issues to deal with, and the nightmares and night terrors I'd suffer didn't help me any.
As a result, I developed an embarrassing problem; I wet the bed every night, regardless of if I had a nightmare or terror that night. At first I tried to hide it by burning my sheets, using the magic I had learned during my Organization days, but I over did it, and my mattress caught on fire. Aerith was the one who discovered it, and me being to embarrassed to tell the truth, fibbed and said my nightmares caused me to accidentally unleash my magic while asleep.
The result of that fib turned out better then expected. Later that day Master Yen Sid called me to his temporary office, and from there he began instructing me on how to better control my magic. He tested me on what I knew, and even taught me some new spells. I bring that up because I found a use for the aqua spell I learned.
I'd splash my wet sheets and night clothes with the aqua spell, and then manipulate all the liquid on my sheets into a ball, which I'd drop into a bucket next to my bed, leaving the bed as dry as the night before. I wasn't skilled enough to move the ball of water very far, hence the bucket, which I would then simply take to the bathroom attached to my room there and dump into the toilet before jumping into the shower.
I got along okay with what I called the Nobody crew, consisting of Axel, Roxas and Namine. Didn't speak much with Namine, as we had little in common, and she didn't make much effort either. It took a while, and a long talk with Axel before we started rebuilding our relationship. He told me how he died, giving his all to clear the way for Sora to reach the Organization's HQ, after losing everyone he cared about…Anyways, Roxas and I goofed around for a time, just like old times, though I sensed something was on his mind.
Aside from Roxas, I found I got along better with the Keyblade Knights, as I began to call them. I learned Ventus had had his heart damaged before it was mysteriously healed. Terra had darkness in his heart, it had slipped in due to his desire to be the best, though that was out of a desire to protect those he cared about. I learned he had also been possessed by Xehenort, hence his physical therapy.
Aqua I learned quite a bit from. Castle Oblivion was created by her! This place was originally her home world, as it was with Terra, and Ventus as well after his heart was damaged. She had created this structure to protect Ventus while his heart was missing. She was also a Keyblade Master. I asked what the difference was between a wielder and a Master, and she answered it was mostly just access to secret information and a life long commitment to the responsibilities of wielding the Keyblade.
Like all good things, my progress in recovering soon came to a screeching stop. It was late at night when I went to grab a glass of water, having just woken up from another nightmare, when I heard noises coming from Namine's room. Thinking she was having a nightmare, I peeked in…I wish I hadn't.
Namine was in the room, and in her bed, but so was Roxas. The two were making out! They still wore pajamas, thank god for that, or I would have lost it completely. Not able to bring myself to confront them right then, I banged my fist on the wall next to her door before taking off the kitchen, like I originally intended. When I passed through the hall again, I peaked in, and saw no signs of Roxas.
I was feeling so many emotions, so many intensely, that I didn't get back to sleep that night. Dead tired, I walked to the dining hall for breakfast just in time to see Roxas and Namine kissing with a strip of bacon between their lips. I turned around and went back to my room after that.
Why would he choose to be with Namine instead of me? As far as I knew, the number of times those two had spoken could have been counted on one hand. Were as Roxas and I had fought together, looked after the other when ill or injured…cared for each other so intently.
I thought over everything I knew about myself and Namine. I realized I was angry, no, pissed off. After everything I had done, Roxas chose Namine over me? What's more, Namine had powers to alter the memories of Sora and Roxas, so maybe she was using them to manipulate Roxas' affection. That enraged me even more, and so I stormed off to find her.
I caught her just after coming from a therapy session, dragged her by her hair into a private room, and screamed at her. She yelled back, trying to counter my accusations. To the claim of her powers manipulating Roxas, she claimed she no longer had them, and that Master Yen Sid had confirmed that, which was why she was learning healing spells and medicine. She said I was just jealous of her, to which I agreed and asked what was so special about her that Roxas would choose her?
The she said if I couldn't be happy about the two of them being together, I should just stay away from them. I was about to scream at her when Roxas showed up. Seeing Namine's condition, as I had been physical in dragging her into the room, he had immediately rushed to her and doted on her. Seeing the concerned look in his eyes he'd always shown me, I couldn't take it, and ran from the room.
Back then my feelings for Roxas were so strong, they had bordered on obsession. When I would remember the times we'd share in the organization, simply seeing his face would set my heart fluttering, and seeing him smile his smile would cause it to melt. The fact that none of those things could apply to me anymore made me angry, jealous, hurt…I began fantasizing Roxas dumping Namine, while having a few dreams of ending her myself.
That was when darkness entered my heart.
With my emotions still hard to control, the Heartless were drawn to me and my dark thoughts, even through the barrier Master Yen Sid had set up, anticipating such a thing. This concerned everyone, and as a result, Riku was called in to help find the source that was able to pierce the barrier set up.
Find it he did, he had watched from the shadows when I summoned them one day. Not intentionally of course, I had had a rough night and a rough session when they appeared around me. I made quick work of them, but Riku confronted me after I finished the last one.
After we went to a private room, I spilled everything to him; my nightmares, my wetting problem, my issues with Roxas choosing Namine over me, and my suspicions of Namine using her powers on Roxas. He never said a word, just sat there listening while I poured out all my feelings, secrets, fears, and insecurities. The few times I broke down crying he would pull me into a hug and rub either my back or hair until I could continue.
Even back then, I always thought of Riku as something of a big brother. He was always the one I could turn to with a problem, or simply vent with. And he always lived up to that role…it's something I'll forever be grateful for.
When I had finished pouring my soul out to him, we discussed a few things. Like with Terra, I'd get special training to help me control the darkness in my heart, because unfortunately, once darkness enters your heart, it never leaves. Riku also taught me how to better wield my Keyblade, as I had always favored magic to physical combat.
It was two weeks after we first started training that Riku noticed something was wrong. I had made some ground with containing and controlling my darkness, but with the exercises I was using, I should have had a lot more control. We went over every detail of my past, trying to figure out why my control wasn't improving, not even considering the fact that it was because I was a girl. Eventually, we found the answer.
The difference between me and the rest of the keybearers was that I had never gone through my awakening process, or the 'Dive to the Heart.' It was something of a ritual to earn the right to wield the Keyblade's true power. Because of that, even though I wielded the Keyblade, it was not the weapon of my heart, and without such a weapon, I could not combat or control the darkness within me fully.
That was when Riku brought up something I found interesting; the weapon of my heart didn't have to be a Keyblade. If I could find another weapon, I could use that instead of the Keyblade. And to be honest, it was tempting; I had been harassed back in my Organization days because of my ability to wield the Keyblade. That weapon had caused me so much grief, did I really want to continue wielding it?
In the end, I decided to stick with what I knew and was comfortable with. I'd later reflect that even if I hadn't wielded the Keyblade back in the Organization, and even if I had been an ordinary nobody, I still wouldn't have been treated all that well. A date was set, and Master Yen Sid, King Mickey, Riku, Ven, and Terra would be assisting should something happen with my darkness during my awakening with Aerith on standby.
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Xion walked down the hallway through Castle Oblivion. She'd long since abandoned the Organization trench coat, and now wore a black long sleeved shirt, black pants, and black boots. Xion was mentally preparing for the trial to come when a hand clasped down on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Terra.
"Ready to dive into your heart?" He asked with a smile.
"As I ever will be." Xion answered with a sigh. A second hand clasped onto her other shoulder.
"Hey, it can't be worse then mine. I had part of my heart missing when I first went through my dive." Xion looked to her right and saw Ventus smiling at her. Her left fist clenched, and a dark aura began pulsing around it.
"Xion!" Terra barked. Said girl blinked, then cursed when she saw her hand. Clenching her eyes shut, she focused on the mental exercises Riku had taught her, and slowly the darkness around her fist vanished.
"What happened Xion?" Ven asked. The girl was silent for a moment.
"Jealousy." Xion finally said.
"Huh?"
"I think I understand now." Terra said, causing the pair to look at him. "Xion has feelings for Roxas, yet when he didn't return them and instead showed them to Namine, she grew jealous and that is what let the darkness into her heart. Because you look so much like Roxas, she subconsciously reacted."
"How come it's never happened during our therapy sessions?" Ven asked.
"Because I wasn't as nervous as I am now." Xion answered. "The whole reason you're all being asked to help is because dives while you have active darkness are different then normal. Riku told me about his dive, and how much damage he did to the area around him. It was lucky he did it in the Agrabah desert."
"Why would he tell you that if he knew it would make you nervous?" Ven asked.
"So that I could mentally be prepared should the worst happen." Xion answered. "Riku has been straight up with me, even since the first time we met and he wiped the floor with me. That's something I admire and respect about him."
"That he beat you in battle?" Terra asked.
"Hell no, Riku shot any confidence I had after beating me like that." Xion replied. "It's that he told me how to get better that I respect. Riku…well, I've read a lot of books lately about relationships and…I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think I see Riku as an older brother, someone that I can be honest with and who helps guide me when I need help…is that right?"
"Sounds about right." Ven said. "I know I consider Terra like a big brother, and he's done exactly that before Xehenort came along."
"You gonna tell Riku how you feel?" Terra asked.
Xion smiled up at him. "I'll tell him when I get through with my dive."
"That's the spirit Xion." Ven said. "And here, this should help with my looks." Ven slapped his hand on his transformation pauldron, and his knight armor appeared, including the helmet over his face. "Better?"
"Yes." Xion sighed. "I'm sorry Ventus."
"Please, we've been recovering together for the past few months. You've earned the right to call me Ven." Ven said.
"Thanks Ven." Xion said, smiling at him.
"We're here." Terra stated. The trio looked at the large double doors before them.
"Well, here goes nothing." Xion said, before pushing the doors open.
The room was large enough to fit a three story log cabin in. Like the rest of the castle, the walls, floors, and ceiling were white in color. Unlike the rest however, all along the room were black ruins painted on with ink. The pattern had five smaller circles surrounding a sixth.
Master Yen Sid, King Mickey, Riku, and Aerith were already in the room. Yen Sid stepped forward. "Are you ready to proceed with your awakening Xion?"
"As I will ever be, Master Yen Sid." Xion answered firmly.
"Very well then, please sit in the center circle, and summon your Keyblade." Yen Sid stated.
Xion nodded her head in understanding. Both Terra and Ven patted her on the back before taking their places in the circle as Yen Sid directed, Terra engaging his armor. Riku took the time to come over and ruffle Xion's hair, causing the girl to giggle and bat his hand away before hugging the surprised Dark Keyblade Master. Xion smiled up at Riku, who returned the gesture and patted her back before they both took their places.
Seated on the ground in the circle, Xion summoned her Keyblade and rested it across her lap. She looked over and saw Mickey and Aerith smiling encouragingly at her before turning her attention back to Master Yen Sid.
"Begin meditation Xion, and your journey will begin." Yen Sid instructed.
"Yes Master Yen Sid." Xion replied, closing her eyes. Opening one for a moment, she said, "And thanks for everything." Evening her breathing, Xion slowly felt her body relax, her mind becoming at ease, drifting…drifting…drifting…
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She was falling, falling through darkness. No matter where she turned, all she could see was darkness. After a short time, she finally looked up and saw a dark pillar emerging from the darkness. Her body shifted position, and she landed on the pillar a minute later.
The moment her foot touched the pillar, light erupted beneath her, the darkness shedding from the pillar. Looking down, she saw the pillar was made up of enormous, illuminated stained-glass. Beneath her feet, the surface of the pillar was sea green in color, the center of which had the image of Sora. Around that image were smaller plates with images of Riku, Roxas, Aerith, and to Xion's surprise Demyx.
"Did I really care that much about him?" Xion asked herself. Sure, she had bonded with the Organization's water manipulating and Sitar player while Roxas was in a coma, but did those short weeks leave that much of an impact on her?
"So much to do, so little time." A voice echoed in Xion's head. "Take your time. Don't be afraid."
Suddenly a loud crack rang out, and three pedestals rose around the rims of the pillar. On one pedestal, a silver sword with gold handle appeared floating above it. On the second, a red shield with a black surface and a red Mickey head figure on the center of it appear. On the last pedestal, a green rod with a blue Mickey head on top appeared.
"Power sleeps within you." The voice stated. "If you give it form, it will give you strength. Choose well."
"So this is the choice part Riku told me about." Xion whispered to herself. "Well, let's see the options." She walked over to the shield first.
"Power of the guardian, kindness to aid friends, a shield to repel all." The voice stated. Xion moved to the next item, the sword.
"Power of the warrior, invincible courage, a sword of terrible destruction." The voice stated. Xion moved onto the last item, the staff.
"Power of the mystic, inner strength, a staff of wonder and ruin." The voice stated.
Xion moved back to the center of the pillar. "Riku said that whatever item I chose I will gain strength in, but I will also be required to give up something." She said out loud. Closing her eyes, she thought about her existence.
"I care about the few friends I have, so logically the shield would be the right choice." Xion stated. "But on the other hand, magic can also be used for defense as well as offence. Magic can also be used outside of battle, but so can strength. But…do I want the strength of a warrior for the rest of my life?
"No…no I don't. I…I don't want to fight the rest of my life. I-The only reason I'm preparing to fight now is because I owe my existence and my second chance at life to Sora and the others. Once Xehenort and this new enemy are gone, I really want to live in peace.
"I've made my decision! I choose the power of the mystic, and give up the power of the warrior!" Xion called out. The sword and shield vanished while the staff appeared in her hand.
"Is this the form you choose?" The voice questioned.
"Yes." Xion said clearly.
"You're path is set." The voice said. The pillar suddenly shook, and without warning, shattered to pieces. Xion let out a cry of surprise as she fell through the darkness a second time.
Above her, she once again saw a pillar, only this time Riku was the prominent figure on it, holding his Keyblade 'The Way to Dawn'. The pillar's glass was a soft blue in color. Xion landed upright on the pillar's surface. Around her two black portals appeared, and two Shadow Heartless and two Neo-Shadow Heartless appeared.
"There will be times you have to fight." The voice said.
Feeling cocky, Xion said, "Stick a label on that and file it under 'Shit I already know!'" She'd later swear she heard the voice chuckle.
The two Shadows attacked first, one crawling across the floor, the other charging forward before leaping at Xion. The girl easily spun to the side and swung her staff down hard upon the shadow's head, causing it to slam onto the Shadow on the ground. Xion leaped away from the pair.
"Strange, my attacks would usually destroy a Shadow Heartless in one blow." Xion stated to herself. "Is it because I'm not using my Keyblade, or because I gave up the warrior strength?"
She had no time to ponder it as both Shadows leapt at her. Jumping back once more, Xion pointed her staff at them "Fire!" A ball of fire appeared before the staff, and shot forward, slamming into both Shadows, causing them to dissolve into nothingness. "At least my magic is stronger then ever."
Her instincts screamed at her, and Xion rolled forward, missing one of the Neo-Shadow's claw swipes. The second one leaped at her, but Xion got down on one knee and slammed the staff into its center before hefting it above her head. "Thunder!" A bolt of lightning shot down from above, striking through the Neo-Shadow and hitting the staff, and dissolving the Heartless.
Seeing her staff retaining a charge from her lightning attack, she pointed it towards the charging Neo-Shadow. "Blizzard!" A blast of icy magic, combined with the electrical charge of the thunder spell, shot out of the staff, engulfing the Heartless. Ice encased its form for a second before it dissolved in black mist.
Light shined behind Xion. Turning, she saw a second pillar in the distance, and stained-glass steps leading up to it. Not feeling winded in the least, Xion took off towards the steps. Upon reaching the next pillar, she grimaced at the sight of who was on it.
Decked out in the Organization trench coat was Roxas, his OathKeeper and Oblivion Keyblades in hand. The stained glass was an orangey-gold color. Suddenly, white portals appeared, and two Dusks and two Samurai Nobodies appeared.
Not waiting, Xion pointed her staff at the Dusks. "Aquara!" A small geyser shot out of her staff towards the Dusks. One slithered around it while the other was pushed back by the blast. Xion quickly touched the top of the staff to the now wet floor. "Thunder!"
Lightning shot out of the staff this time, following the water and shocking the two Dusks until the shattered into white dust. A Samurai shot forward, bringing down both of it's blades on Xion. "Reflect!" A silver barrier surrounded Xion as the blades cut across her, pushing her back. The barrier shattered, sending pieces at the Samurai and damaging it as much as its attacks would have damaged Xion.
Spinning twice to gain momentum, Xion swung her staff at the Samurai, catching it in the under arm and causing it to shatter to dust. Xion shrieked as a blade slashed down her back. Spinning around, she blocked the second strike with her staff, causing it the stagger back off balanced.
"Gravity!" A purple sphere appeared over the Samurai before engulfing it, forcing it to its knees. "Fire!" Xion shot a fireball at it, causing it to shatter into dust. Exhaling, Xion winced at the wound on her back, when a green glow appeared behind her.
"Mana pools exist on all worlds." The voice said. "They will heal your body and restore you health. But be warned, to much could cause irreversible harm."
"Thank you." Xion said to the voice as she made her way to the mana pool. She sighed in relief as the wound on her back healed and her magic regenerated. She stayed in the pool for a full minute before exiting, feeling as refreshed as she normally did when she exited the shower.
Another set of stairs appeared before her, leading to yet another pillar. Xion climbed the stairs to the pillar and looked at the surface. The stained glass was grey in color, and the figure on it was, to her surprise, herself. The left part of her body was in the Organization trench coat, while the right was in the white armor Xemnas had forced fused to her skin.
Xion shivered at the physical reminder of what she went through, until a glimmer caught her attention. There, in the center of the pillar was her Kingdom Keyblade, floating upright just above the pillar's surface. A light suddenly shone behind Xion, causing her shadow to lengthen till it reached the Keyblade.
"The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes." The voice said.
Xion's shadow suddenly disconnected from her feet and rushed to the Keyblade. Rising up, it took physical form, becoming the Organization trench coat, covering a figure within it. The figure grasped the Keyblade with their right hand, and swung it once.
"Who are you?" Xion demanded.
"I…I am number fourteen." The figure answered.
"Face the shadow of your past." The voice stated. Number XIV took a battle stance, Xion doing the same.
"Face my past?" Xion said. "I was weak in the past, alone more often then not, and with out confidence in my abilities. I'm not alone now, I have confidence in myself, and I'm stronger then I ever was. I can do this."
Number XIV suddenly shot forward with surprising speed and slammed the Keyblade onto Xion's staff, causing the girl to fall to one knee with the force. XIV swung the Keyblade, knocking the staff out of Xion's hand before slamming her heel across Xion's face.
"Fire!" Xion raised a hand and shot the fireball at XIV, forcing her to leap back to avoid damage. Xion rushed to her staff, and picked it up to parry a swing from XIV's Keyblade, and kick her in the stomach, forcing her back.
"Okay, maybe this won't be so easy." Xion admitted.
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Back at Castle Oblivion, a clear egg-shaped shell of magical energy encased Xion's body. A dark aura was surrounding Xion's body, lashing out against the shell to no avail. On her lap, the Keyblade was shaking.
"Xion has reached the final stage of her awakening." King Mickey announced from his place in the circle. "Her darkness is trying to stop her from successfully awakening. If it succeeds, it will consume Xion's heart, and she'll become a Heartless."
"Is there anything we can do to help her?" Ven asked.
"At this point, only Xion can determine her own fate." Yen Sid answered. "For now we must keep her and the darkness contained. Should we fail at that, we will be forced to engage her in combat."
"Xion's stronger then most would expect." Riku stated. "She took to my training like a fish to water. If anyone can overcome the darkness in their heart, Xion can."
Six pair of eyes turned back to Xion's body, the dark energy still relentlessly attacking the magical shell.
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XIV was swinging her Keyblade rapidly at Xion, the girl dodging where she could, and blocking with her staff when she had too. XIV suddenly swung down, and Xion blocked with her staff before pushing it to the side.
"Fire!" Xion shot a fireball at XIV, only for the girl to spin once and counter-attack with a swing of her Keyblade. "Reflect!" The silver barrier shattered as the Keyblade swiped through it, the shards attacking XIV. Seeing her chance, Xion shot forward and swung her staff at the hand XIV was holding the Keyblade with.
The staff connected with XIV's fingers, causing the girl to yelp as she let go of the Keyblade. Xion moved to capitalize on her advantage, but found herself suddenly off balance. She had overshot the force in her lunge, making it harder to turn quickly. XIV's hand clenched the chain of the Keyblade before it flew out of reach completely, and whipped it down at Xion.
The Keyblade impacted against Xion's head, sending the girl face first into the floor. XIV grasped her Keyblade with both hands, and made to stab Xion. The girl rolled away, causing the Keyblade to hit the pillar's surface. XIV quickly followed Xion and continued stabbing the ground, Xion continued rolling away.
"Gravity!" The purple sphere engulfed XIV, hardly causing any damage, but it did slow her down, which was what Xion was aiming for. Slamming her staff into the ground, the force helped her leap to her feet. Turning the staff at XIV, Xion yelled, "Blizzard! Cure!"
A green glow surrounded Xion, helping heal from the head blow while three icy snow flakes shot towards XIV. The girl blocked the flakes with her Keyblade, though the force pushed her back. She was about to charge forward when Xion spoke.
"I understand what you are now." XIV stopped her charge, pausing to hear Xion speak. "You're more then just my past. The way you fight, I once considered fighting like you do. Saying 'screw it' to the world and just attacking with reckless abandon, because you have everything to lose.
"Back then, before I knew the truth, I was scared if I didn't do well enough I'd be turned into a Dusk. But Roxas…he and Axel helped support me, and prevented me from making so many mistakes on the field. If it hadn't been for them, I'd have most likely been killed by the Heartless.
"I may have everything to lose now too, but we have one key difference." Xion noted XIV face palm. "No pun intended…ahem. The one difference we have is that I'm willing to put everything on the line to do my part to repay my friends for giving me a second chance. That's why I'm going to win, because you fight for yourself, and I fight for my friends!"
XIV seemed to have enough because she charged forward. Xion took a battle stance, closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them. "Zantetsuken!" Xion flashed forward, her staff out in front of her. The staff tore into XIV's side, sending the girl spinning in the air as Xion landed on her knee, staff still in front of her. She had finally performed the technique Riku had been trying to teach her, and it had paid off in spades.
Slamming into the ground, XIV laid motionless on the ground. The Keyblade in her hand vanished in a flash, reappearing in the center of the platform. Xion rose to her feet and made her way over to it. Shifting the staff to her left hand, she grasped the Keyblade with her right and swung it once. A surge of magic rushed through her body, causing her to gasp in surprise.
The magic settled, leaving a warm feeling that made her smile. "I did it." She whispered.
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The darkness around Xion's body diminished slowly, until it vanished completely. "Did she do it?" Ven asked.
"Certainly looks like it." Terra stated.
"Maintain the barrier." Yen Sid ordered. "We won't release it until we are certain Xion isn't a threat."
Xion's body suddenly jerked, the Keyblade vanishing from her lap. "Something's happening!" Riku yelled.
All eyes turned to Xion as her body began flailing around wildly. The skin around her face turned deathly white, when suddenly silver liquid shot out of her pours. The liquid splashed against the barrier, and quickly filled it. All five members maintaining the barrier felt a sudden strain as the liquid pushed against the barrier.
In a sudden flash, the barrier shattered, and the liquid flooded out onto the floor. The group looked at Xion, only to find something unexpected. "What the?"
In Xion's place stood a white armored figure, in each hand was a large golden blade with red rims along the handles. On the helmet was the symbol of Nobodies. Aerith's eyes widened, as she recalled the therapy session she'd had with Xion. "Isn't that the armor Xemnas forced on Xion?"
That was all the warning the group got, as Xion's armored form shot forward, aiming it's blades at Yen Sid. As it brought its blade down, Terra and Ven intercepted each blade with their own Keyblades. King Mickey appeared between them, and shot a sphere of light into Xion's armored abdomen, forcing her several feet back.
"Zantetsuken!" Riku's form flashed by, slashing Xion's armor and sending it crashing to the floor.
"Xion's will is still in there." Yen Sid announce, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together.
"Try to hold her off as long as you can." Riku ordered. "If she starts growing bigger, then we know we're losing her. If she breaks through the ceiling…take her down."
The group's grips on their Keyblades tightened at that statement. Xion's armored form pulsed once, and grew several inches larger. Aerith bit her lip from her side of the room, but pulled out a wooden broad staff. She would be better prepared for whatever happened with it.
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"A puppet without their strings." Xion spun around to see XIV get to her feet.
"You intend to keep fighting?" Xion questioned, taking a battle stance with her Keyblade in front of her, and her staff behind her shoulder.
"A puppet without their strings is weak." XIV's distorted voice. Her feet left the floor and glided backwards to the edge of the platform. "Can you defeat a puppet with her strings attached?" XIV suddenly fell backwards off the platform.
Not wanting to lose sight of her enemy, Xion rushed to the edge of the platform when a huge, white figure rose from the depths of the darkness. All color left Xion's face as she realized what she was looking at before her. It was the final armor transformation Xemnas had fused to her body.
The armor resembled Sora's most recent clothes. Black jacket like armor covered the torso with matching colored shorts-like armor. Where skin was supposed to be there a mixture of white and pale pink armor. Yellow boot like armor covered the feet, while a pink, black, and white helmet adorned its head. In its hands were Keyblade shaped blades, minus the keychains, composed of yellow, pink, and white colors. Around its neck was a yellow, iron ribbon with both ends pointing straight up in the air.
Xion's arms fell limp to her side as she faced the armor that ruined her existence. Out of all the forms she had fought Roxas as, this one scared her the most. The physical size represented the amount of pain she had gone through with all the armor fused into her skin; the thing was eight stories tall for crying out loud!
But what worried her most was not the creatures size, but the memories the sight invoked. When Roxas had defeated the rest of her armored forms, there had been instant where she had been freed of Xemnas' control. But then that final armor rose to the surface, and she lost every single bit of self control she had left. Before she had tried to aid Roxas from the inside, but in that final stage, she truly was just a puppet.
The armored giant before her represented her feelings of helplessness manifested physically. Before Xion could mentally recover from seeing her worst experience before her, the ends of the iron ribbon lit up. Golden rays of light shot out, aimed at the general area Xion was standing.
Three shots hit, and added with the surrounding eruptions from the blasts hitting the ground, Xion was launched back over half the platform. Crashing onto the surface, she gasped for breath as she massaged her throat, where one blast caught her. "Cura." She rasped, before being engulfed in a green light.
Seconds later, she stood up only to see the armored giants with both its swords clasped together, each glowing with white light. Suddenly, a ray shot up into the darkness from the swords. Xion's eyes widened as she remembered this attack. "Shit!" She exclaimed.
Rays of light suddenly began shooting up from the ground all around the platform. Xion ran, dodged, and rolled around the platform as fast as she could, just barely avoiding all of the rays. The girl looked up at the armored giant.
"You got the drop on me before, but I won't let that happen." Xion yelled. "It's clear I don't have a choice now, I will defeat you! If not for myself, then to make certain you don't harm the people I care about most!"
She pointed her Keyblade and staff at the giant. "Double Firaga!" Two large fireballs erupted from her weapons, and slammed into the armored giant's abdomen. The giant let out a grunt before swinging one of it's swords down at Xion.
The girl rolled to the side, just barely missing the fissure of light formed from the blade's impact. Pointing her Keyblade at the giant, she yelled, "Blizzaga!" Five icy flakes slammed into it's abdomen, freezing over the surface. Pointing her staff at it, Xion yelled, "Thundaga!"
A ray of lightning shot out of the staff, ramming into the ice covered abdomen of the giant. This emitted a groan from the giant as it doubled over. Xion rushed forward with her staff and Keyblade, and leaped towards the giant's head. The head suddenly shot up, and Xion was thrown back by a sphere of dark energy.
The giant rose to its full height. Xion landed on her feet, and tried to charge forward, only to find something was pulling her back. Looking down, she saw a white vortex drawing her into its center. With her feet firmly on the ground, she found she didn't have the strength to lift them, or fight the vortex's pull.
A golden ring of light encircled most of the platform, causing Xion's eyes to widen. She knew this attack, and how it had devastated Roxas when it hit. Before she could come up with a guard, light shot up from the ring, and bolts of magical energy shot up from the ground.
Xion screamed as the bolts smashed into her body. Were it not for the vortex beneath her, she would have been thrown into the air by the force of the attack. When the attack was over, she collapsed on the ground, her body bruised and patches of her clothes missing from the force of the last attack.
"Cure." She moaned softly. There was a brief flash of green, though it visibly did little to improve the girl's physical condition. Struggling to reach a kneeling position, Xion looked up in time to see a blade coming down at her. Slamming the tip of her Keyblade down onto the pillar's surface, Xion managed to propel herself out of the way of the attack, though the aftershock pushed her farther back, towards the edge of the platform.
"I can't keep this up." Xion stated, upon coming to that realization. "I have to do something now, while I can still move." Wracking her brain, a plan slowly formed. It was risky, but it was all she had at the moment.
Xion forced herself to her feet and slowly made her way to the center of the platform. Crossing her staff and Keyblade in front of herself, she called out to the giant. "Come on, hit me with that attack again! It's all you need to win, right?"
The giant seemed to agree with Xion, as a vortex appeared beneath her feet, sticking her in place. The ring of golden energy circled the platform, before light rose into the air. Xion pointed her staff and Keyblade towards the armored giant. As the bolts of magical energy came at her, she called out, "Reflega! Reflega! Reflega!"
The magical bolts shot turned silver and dissolved as it passed through the barriers. When the attack was over, hundreds of shards remained from the magical bolts. "Magnera!" Xion called out. Pushing her magical manipulation to the limit, she formed the diamond of magnetic energy to appear between her Keyblade and staff. The shards of damaging magic from the reflega were flashing, wanting to fade, but through sheer will power, Xion kept them in existence as they were pulled between her weapons.
Xion gritted her teeth at the effort it was taking to maintain the magics in front of her. Summoning lightning magic, bolts of lighting flickered between the weapons, several touching the reflega shards. Seeing the armored giant raise it's blades above its head for an overhead swing, and feeling her magic levels depleting quickly, Xion knew this was her last chance. She pointed her weapons at the armored giant's chest.
"THUNDAGA!" Xion screamed. A ray of lightning soared out from between Xion's weapons, carrying and magnifying the power of the reflega shards as it slammed into the armored giant's chest. The giant roared in pain as the blast tore through it's armor and ripped out it's back.
Almost simultaneously, Xion and the armored giant collapsed onto the pillar's surface. Sparks of light drifted of the giant's body as it slowly dissolved into nothingness. Xion panted heavily from her position on the ground, she was completely spent.
"I did it." She breathed. "I actually beat it…ahh, it hurts…so tired…"
Xion's head slumped down on the grass beneath her, bordering on unconsciousness. It was for that reason it took Xion several minutes to realize that the ground hadn't had grass on it before. Rolling over onto her back, she realized that wasn't the only thing that changed.
No longer was there darkness as far as the eye could see. Above her was blue sky with white clouds. Forcing herself upright, she noticed she was no longer on the pillar, but in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by forest. Xion blinked in confusion. "Riku didn't say anything about this."
"Because he didn't know about this himself, child." A voice from behind Xion said. Unable to turn around, Xion let herself fall back, and looked at the figure behind her.
The creature behind her appeared to be made of some form of yellow energy. It was humanoid in figure, and appeared to be a female adult. It's hair stood out most to Xion, though, as blue bolts of lightning hung down from it's head like hair. The being walked over to Xion and knelt down.
"Maybe this will help." The being said, and touched Xion's shoulder with her foot. Xion felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, causing her to leap to her feet. She wobbled, but managed to stab her Keyblade into the ground in front of her to help her keep her balance.
"W-Who are you?" Xion asked.
"You're very polite." The being said. "Most would ask what I am, not who. My name is Raikou, and I am the spirit of the element of lightning."
"The spirit of lightning?" Xion questioned.
"Yes." Raikou stated, as she moved to stand in front of Xion. "Every form of electrical energy, be it nature, man-made, magical, or even spiritual, I am that energy manifested."
"I…had no idea elements…had spirits." Xion gasped. Raikou placed a hand on Xion's shoulder, and she felt a surge of magical energy flow through her body. When Raikou removed her hand, Xion cast a Curaga spell on herself, and found she could stand upright again, though her body's aches remained. "Thank you…Lady Raikou?"
Raikou threw back her head and laughed. "Lady Raikou? Oh that is funny Xion. We spirits must interact more with you humans, this is quite fun. Please, call me Raikou."
"Okay Raikou." Xion said. "May I ask where I am?"
"You are currently in the Land of Spirits." Raikou answered. "Few non-spirits have ever been here, physically or in spirit form like you currently are. It's an honor actually to be here."
"And to what do I owe this honor?" Xion asked.
"Well Xion, I was impressed by your last attack in your awakening process." Raikou stated. "Truthfully, me and the other elemental spirits have been watching you for some time. We were sad to see you die the first time, and yet you were revived, and made human to boot by the efforts of your friends."
"Uh, thanks for the compliment." Xion said. "But why have you been watching me for so long?"
"Well Xion, every now and then we find a person or creature that has a unique affinity to our elemental alignment. As it so happens, you have an affinity to almost all of us spirits. Such a thing has never happened before." Raikou explained. "And looking through time with help from Jikoku, we also found that there had never been a creature created quite like you before either. At least, as you first were."
"I guess I can see how that would interest you and the other spirits." Xion said. "So what does this mean exactly?"
"We spirits judge the beings that have this unique affinity with us, and if we approve of them, we grant them the ability to summon and manipulate our element with their will power." Raikou answered. A smirk appeared on her face. "Kasai and Mizu aren't exactly thrilled with what you've been using their elements for outside of battle, even though Mizu is impressed with your progress."
Xion blushed at that. "I can't help it. I'm doing everything I can to stop my night time accidents, but nothing has worked thus far. Aerith gave me a physical, but couldn't find anything wrong with me. We both believe it's my nightmares, my past memories that cause it, and there's not much we can do about it. Only with time will it stop, or so Aerith believes."
"I understand Xion." Raikou stated. "None of us hold your past against you, nor your wetting problem. In fact, we all greatly respect you for your efforts to get a grip on your mental status and to repay your friends for your revival, despite the fact you don't want to fight. It is for that reason that several of us have decided to lend you our element powers."
"You have?" Xion asked in surprise.
"Yes, but I have to ask you something first." Raikou stated. "Do you think you're ready for any of our elemental powers?"
"Ready?"
"Do you believe you can wield our elemental powers responsibly, and not abuse them at this current point in time?" Raikou asked.
Xion opened her mouth to answer, paused, and then closed it. Could she really control the raw power of elements and not misuse their powers as she was now? An image of Roxas and Namine kissing flashed through her mind, causing her to clench her fists angrily. At that moment, she had her answer.
"No, I'm not ready." Xion answered. "I'm still getting used to my new emotional range, and trying to gain control of my emotions. At this point, my jealousy of Namine's relationship with Roxas would most likely cause me to electrocute her to death if I gained your element's power now. I…I still need time to mature."
"That's a mature decision right there Xion." Raikou stated with a smile. "Very well then Xion, we'll withhold our powers from you for now, but in time we will approach again offering our powers. But be warned, most of the others will only offer you the chance once. Do you understand Xion?"
"I do." Xion answered. "Thank you…Lady Raikou."
Raikou laughed again. "You're alright Xion. Now best get back to your body. And get some sleep, you look like hell." She placed a hand on Xion's forehead. Xion felt a jolt, and her world went white.
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Riku was down on one knee, Yen Sid behind him. Both looked worse for wear, but King Mickey, Terra, and Ven were being healed and shielded by Aerith. In front of Riku was Xion's armored form, several dents and scratches on it's form, but still able to fight.
"Riku." Yen Sid said softly.
"I know." Riku sighed. They'd held out for over an hour, but all of them were exhausted. There was no choice now. "I'll do it."
Xion's armored form shifted in place for a moment before leaping into the air, swinging its blades down in an overhead swing. Riku reared back his Keyblade, ready to strike the lethal blow, when he saw cracks appear on the armor. He blinked in surprise.
Suddenly, the armor shattered into millions of pieces, Xion's body falling through the air. Riku gasped, and quickly vanished his Keyblade and caught Xion in his arms. Patches of her skin were black and blue, some from strikes Riku and the others made, and some from an unknown source.
"Xion, Xion wake up! Xion!"
"Ugh…ngh…" Xion slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry. "Wha?"
"Xion, are you okay?" Riku asked. "Can you hear me?"
"Riku?" Xion's vision cleared up to see Riku's battered form. All at once the day's events came rushing back to her. It was to much for her to handle. "RIKU!"
"Wha!" Riku was stunned as Xion threw herself at him, buried her face into his chest, and began crying borderline hysterically. He was so stunned it was nearly a minute before he wrapped an arm around her and began rubbing her back comfortingly.
Aerith made her way over to the group and cast a Curaga ring around the pair, allowing the healing magic restore the pair while they were immobile. She would have to cast it a second time before Xion finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
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That had been one of the longest days I'd ever had after my rebirth. Yes, I had gain full rights to my own Keyblade, and yes, I had faced my past and won, but…it wasn't a complete victory. If my last maneuver hadn't have worked, I'd have been consumed by my darkness, and Riku really would have put me down then and there. The fact that my past and my darkness had such a strong influence on me showed me I had a long way to go before I could truly get on with my life.
After I cried myself to sleep in Riku's arms, I was asleep for an entire day. The others were worried about me, and while I felt bad, I was glad they cared enough about me to be worried. Aerith told me even Roxas stopped by to check on me, and while that felt good, it still brought back facts I tried my best to forget. Roxas being with Namine was still a sore point for me.
I did confess to Riku how I felt about him, and he said he didn't mind at all. Of course, he then started calling me 'shrimp,' though I got him back with an Aqua spell to his pants when he left. As fate would have it, some of the others were just outside the door when he left, apparently to visit me. Sometimes life just gives you freebies.
While I gained better control over my darkness, my final armor form began appearing in my nightmares. I'd find myself being sucked into it, strings of energy wrapping around my limbs, and made me dance like the puppet Xemnas and Saix always said I was. My struggles would carry over to my body in reality, and as a result I'd more often then not tumble out of my bed. Aerith helped me with that by adding a padded bar railing to the edge of my bed, big enough to keep me from rolling over the side, small enough to not give me trouble getting in and out of bed, and soft enough I didn't hurt myself rolling into it.
Needless to say, I had more to talk about in my therapy sessions. I did, however, speak with Master Yen Sid about my meeting with Raikou, and what she told me. I actually noticed his eyes glaze over for a minute, in what I'd later learn was him reliving past memories. As it turned out, he did have some indirect experience with the elemental spirits, even though he himself was never approached by one. He advised me to continue my training with my element manipulation, and also told me to be careful what I used my spells for, so as not to offend any of the spirits.
It was a month after my awakening that everyone gathered at Castle Oblivion. By everyone I mean the Destiny Island crew of Sora, Riku, and Kairi, Magic Castle crew of King Mickey, Donald, and Goofy, Aerith and Master Yen Sid, the Keyblade Knights Aqua, Terra, and Ventus, and of course the Nobody crew consisting of myself, Axel, Namine, and Roxas. The purpose of this gathering; deciding the placement of the Nobody crew and Keyblade Knights.
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"Thank you all for coming." Master Yen Sid stated. The group was sitting in a modified dinning hall. Round tables with three to four chairs to each table were set up, making it so no one had to raise their voice all that much to be heard by everyone. Everyone essentially sat with their groups, while Xion, Aerith, and Yen Sid shared a table.
"No problem sir." Sora said. "This is important after all."
"You aren't getting out of doing that history paper by coming here Sora." Kairi stated.
"Yeah I know." Sora sighed. Several snickers caught his attention. "What's so funny?"
"You can restore a sky's worth of worlds, face Xehenort's Heartless and nobody, and yet it's a history paper that gets you?" Roxas said.
"Keep laughing Roxas, soon you'll be going to school too." Kairi said.
Roxas blinked. "I am?"
"A number of you will have to, so as not to stick out so much from the others on your world." King Mickey answered.
"Which brings us to why we're here." Yen Sid stated. "To decide where each of the revived members shall be staying."
"Why not stay here?" Axel asked.
"Because Axel," Xion started, "I was born here, Namine, Sora, Donald, Goofy, Riku, and even Mickey were tormented here by Marluxia of the Organization trying to manipulate them, and this used to be the Keyblade Knight's home world and obviously brings up bad memories for them."
Axel was quiet for a moment. "Well ouch, didn't think I could get burned."
"Xion is correct on all counts." Yen Sid stated. "Thus, we need to find another world our friends and allies will stay."
"Aqua, Ventus and I will be taking residence in your tower." Terra stated. "Aqua's therapy isn't going all that well, and you're the most qualified to help us deal with the situation should something happen, as agreed."
"As agreed." Yen Sid nodded his head. Aqua bowed her head in shame, but Ven rubbed her shoulder. Looking up, she saw nothing but supporting smiles looking at her, and smiled back.
"Which leaves us with the placement of the Nobody crew, as Xion so affectionately named them." Riku stated. Said girl shrugged her shoulders.
"It's accurate to what we all were."
"How about Destiny Island?" Sora suggested. "I'm sure Riku wouldn't mind having his little sister around."
Riku and Xion blushed at that, while several others raised eyebrows at the statement. Kairi shook her head. "That's not going to work. Destiny Island is a small community, they'd notice the group's sudden appearance, and their physical features would draw questions we can't exactly answer."
"What do you mean?" Sora asked.
"Take a look around Sora." Xion said. "You, Roxas, and Ventus look like you could be brothers or cousins, and the same could be said with me, Kairi and Namine with Aqua as our mother."
Aqua blushed, knowing that she could in fact be passed off as any of the girl's mother. Aside from Master Yen Sid, she was the oldest of the group there, with Terra being just behind her. Sora scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"You tell it like it is, don't you Xion." Axel stated.
"Now I do." Xion replied. "Which is why I'll never look at a strawberry the same way again."
"Shh, shh, shh!" Axel quickly hushed her, looking incredibly nervous.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Namine asked.
"One thing I picked up from Larxene was the ability to blackmail, Namine." Xion answered.
"How about Twilight Town?" Roxas asked, getting the discussion back on track. "The four of us are familiar with the lay out of the place, and several inhabitants too. Not to mention the train station connects with your tower Master Yen Sid, so we'd only be a short distance away if something comes up and you need the rest of us."
"That doesn't sound half bad." Axel said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Maybe for you." Xion and Namine said simultaneously. The girls glanced at each other.
"Could you explain the problem?" Yen Sid asked. Xion looked to Namine, motioning the girl to go first.
"Well, I know this isn't going to be something you all will like to hear but, at the mansion in the woods, while I was restoring Sora's memories…Ansem the Wise tended to verbally abuse me. He…he actually struck me once." Namine said.
"Why did he do that? Are you okay?" Roxas asked, pulling her into his arms and checking her over. Kairi said something about how cute the action was, but Xion didn't hear the exact words; she was to busy digging her nails into her palms at the sight.
"I'm fine Roxas." Namine said, pushing his hands away but remaining in his arms. "It was when he was encoding our data into Sora's heart that he struck me. I was trying to remove it as it was an anomaly. He explained after what it was. Still, his words over the months, well, they hurt worse then when he struck me. I'm not sure I can face that place yet."
"No one's saying we have to stay there Namine." Axel stated. "We can easily just rent an apartment or two."
"That might work for you guys, but it won't for me." Xion said, drawing attention to her. "Every place in that town has memories for me. My bad choices, my mistakes, my…" A tearing sound was heard. "My death."
"What was that sound?" Riku asked.
"Your hands!" Aqua suddenly exclaimed.
Xion raised her hands from under the table, only to wince at the sight. Her nails had dug so deeply into the palms of her hands they drew blood. Aerith immediately got up, moved next to Xion, and got to work on healing the girl's hands.
Yen Sid frowned. "It's clear that Twilight Town is not the answer for Xion at this time."
"Perhaps Radiant Garden would be a better place for her?" Aerith suggested, gaining everyone's attention. "We could use some experienced fighters there as well."
"Is something happening at Radiant Garden Aerith?" Sora asked.
"Yes, actually." Aerith answered. "Radiant Garden has become the new Traverstown, a sort of way point for people who have lost their world. The worlds Sora restored when he defeated Xehenort's Heartless are all protected as if a Keyblade wielder had sealed it themselves, but there are as many worlds as there are stars out there. The Heartless are still attacking worlds out there."
"And if you really think about it, it doesn't matter if we seal the world's Keyholes or not." Xion said with a sigh. "Sure it'll save the planet, but it won't protect the people on it from the Heartless. They could still take the world's population by themselves, it would just take them longer compared to plunging the planet itself into darkness."
"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Axel said sarcastically.
"Bite me strawberry boy." Xion grumbled.
"In any case," Aerith interrupted. "The population at Radiant Garden had grown as of late, and is continuing to do so. What's more, it also attracts many Heartless due to the years of inhabitation by the Heartless under Maleficent. Leon is heading the Radiant Garden Defense Force, a special task force made specifically to combat the Heartless threat.
"They generally cut down the Heartless numbers down in the Great Maw, switching out squads day by day. There have been a few invasion attempts, but between the Defense Force and Cid's upgraded security system, none have ever made it past the wall. Having Xion will bolster our strengths for the times we need to power down the security system for maintenance or upgrades, and I could also help continue her therapy there."
"Does that sound acceptable to you Xion?" Yen Sid asked.
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It didn't take me long to decide to go. It was for the same reason I turned down Raikou's power; I couldn't trust myself around Namine. Though admittingly, I wasn't lying about seeing past memories around every corner either.
We spent three more days before we all moving out of the castle. I gave Aqua a hug and wished her the best, which she returned, and even managed to shake Namine's hand, though that turned into a contest of whom could squeeze the other's hand harder. I won of course. Axel gave me a pat of the back, I shared more hugs with Ven and Terra, and bowed to both King Mickey and Master Yen Sid.
Roxas…he seemed different, almost like he was his old self for brief time. He hugged me, said he'd miss me, and asked me to come visit. Unfortunately, any semblance of the boy I loved changed when Namine returned from the bathroom, and he was by her side a second later, not even looking back at me.
Master Yen Sid gave me a communications orb before I left with Aerith. By sending magic into it, I could record messages, and send them to him and Sora, whom received one for his world. After showing me how to work it, everyone departed from Castle Oblivion.
It was a new beginning for me, a second chance at life. I'd be able to explore myself, and find out who I really was without the people I cared most about judging me. Now was the time to find out who I really was; not as a clone of Sora, but as Xion.
chapter 2 coming tonight!! in a different post thingy <(**.)>
Edited November 21, 2012 by reaper13
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When Miss Barnes turned toward the black board, Alice texted her best friend Millie across the room, “Watch Robbie.” Robbie was a shy and quiet boy in the seventh grade class, rather bookish, and with a tendency to stare at things, often girls. Alice and Millie thought Robbie rather nerdy, and often teased him about his curly hair and preppy clothes. Robbie never wore jeans or tee shirts, but trousers and button-down shirts, or shorts and polo shirts in warm weather. Robbie was different, that was certain; and being different in seventh grade invites aggravation.
Millie looked at Robbie, then shrugged her shoulders. “What?” she texted.
“Under his desk,” came back Alice’s reply.
Glancing at Miss Barnes and finding her still occupied at the black board, Millie leaned down and looked. She gasped audibly, clasping a hand to her mouth.
“No talking, Class.” This from Miss Barnes; but she didn’t turn around.
“He’s playing with himself,” Millie texted.
“No S!” came back Alice.
“R going to p his pnts,” flashed on Millie’s screen. She glanced at Jeff; he always texted in abbreviations. Jeff winked and grinned. Millie leaned down for another look. Jeff was right! Robbie was holding his legs together and squeezing his penis. His face showed strain, tension.
Jeff had texted Alice, too, and her excited words flashed on Millie’s screen, “Jeff says Robbie is going to pee his pants.”
Millie shot Alice a glance, and almost giggled. Alice was moving her thighs up and down. Millie knew that feeling between her own legs. Young sex was about to be titillated.
“4 milk no br,” texted Jeff. Both girls surpressed giggles. Robbie liked his milk. Always he drank two at lunch, sometimes three. But four! That was a whole quart. And he didn’t go to the bathroom.
“Why no br?” sent Alice.
“Line,” came back the reply. Alice shared this information with Millie. “Robbie must be bursting.”
Alice was right. Robbie was bursting – or about to burst. Already his underpants were damp with a squirt of pee that escaped when Miss Barnes had called on him earlier. Robbie knew he ought to raise his hand and ask to be excused; Miss Barnes was an understanding teacher; but the snickers from his classmates – these Robbie couldn’t face. But wouldn’t it be worse to pee his pants? Robbie grimaced and squeezed himself harder, pushing his penis further between his clenched thighs.
With a shudder and a squirt, Robbie remembered the Summer’s Boy Scout camp. His troop had pitched its tents in a nice shady woods, but it was a good walk to the bathroom. The first night, Robbie awoke to the need to pee. Unzipping his sleeping bag, he crawled out and started for the bathroom. The night was dark and windy. Shadows danced in the moon light. Robbie thought of the ghost stories Mr. Nelson had told around the camp fire. Nocturnal eyes glowed from the woods; a twig broke; Robbie looked this way and that, ran into a tree, and peed his pajamas.
Back at his tent, Robbie pulled off his wet PJs and hung them on the clothes line, then crawled back into his sleeping bag. Laughter woke him at first light. The dark stains on his PJ’s told the tale. He was Pee Pants Robbie the rest of the week.
Robbie shuddered at the memory. Would it happen again?
“Millie, come to the board and work problem six,” invited Miss Barnes. For the next couple of minutes, Millie forgot Robbie, concentrating her work. “Good, Millie,” complimented Miss Barnes. “Class, notice the parentheses here and here; always work within the parentheses first.”
Millie returned to her desk, dropping her pencil to gain a glance under Robbie’s desk. Robbie’s thighs were trembling with tension, and he was sweating. Was that a little pee stain in Robbie’s crotch? Back in her seat, she texted Alice, “I bet he’s wet already.”
Millie squeeked, as she serpressed a giggle. Miss Barnes glanced in Millie’s direction, but said nothing.
Robbie was desperate. His bladder ached; his penis felt like pee was pushing at its very tip; his damp underpants make holding only harder. If he continued sitting in class, Robbie knew he was going to pee his pants. If he got up to run to the bathroom, he’d pee himself, too. “Please, please,” Robbie prayed; “Please let class be over soon.”
That’s when it happened. A little tickle in his nose. Robbie twitched his nose and sniffed. He withdrew a hand from under his desk and rubbed his nose vigorously.
Relentlessly the sneeze built in Robbie’s nasal passages. He huffed. He pressed a finger under his nose. He huffed again, and again, and then, “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!” Four sneezes exploded in quick succession.
“Bless you,” said Miss Barnes.
Robbie sat stone-still; his face was ashen. Pee dripped from his chair and puddled on the floor.
Sliding her chair away from Robbie a girl screamed, “Robbie’s peeing his pants!” Laughter pealed through the classroom.
“Run to the bathroom, Robbie,” pointed Miss Barnes. When Robbie hesitated, “Go now.”
Robbie got up and waddled toward the door, his thighs still pressed together, and covering his crotch with his hands.
“Robbie pees his pants like a girl!” exclaimed Jeff. “His bottom’s soaked and his crotch, but there’s nothing on the front of his pants.”
“Maybe he is a girl,” spoke up another boy. “Maybe he doesn’t have a penis.”
Everyone roared with laughter. Miss Barnes struggled in vain to restore order. Alice and Millie tingled at the thought of finding out if Robbie had a penis. Poor Robbie ran crying toward the bathroom, pee still dripping from his pants legs. |
I wrote this a while ago, and thought I'd share it here. I used to write a LOT, normally speculative fiction/horror, but this little gem happened. ^_^
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“Tell me again why we’re doing this?”
She just laughed. “Cause it’ll be fun!” She took a lengthy drink from her bottle of water, as I casually sipped at my own. We were brought together by a certain… hobby we both shared. That joy happened to be desperation and wetting. So, naturally, the first thing we ended up doing together was a contest. As much as I was looking forward it all of it, I was still slightly uncomfortable with it all, while she just guzzled the fluid. I was too nervous about it all to be that carefree.
There was a brief lull in conversation, as we both sat there, idly enjoying each other’s company. She was sitting there, swinging her legs and humming some happy tune, which I was left sipping at my drink and wondering just where this was all headed. Aside from my bladder.
We talked about the topic at hand, basic questions such as “how did you get into this,” or “how often do you wet yourself?” All the questions revealed that she had much more experience than I did, which made me a bit more comfortable. If I wasn't constantly keeping up the conversation, though, she’d pester me to drink more, drink faster, chug it. And I would, partly because I enjoyed the fetish more with someone else to turn on, and because I wanted to get things rolling.
Some number of bottles and much playful banter later, we were both starting to feel it. I kept fidgeting, unable to sit still, and she had her legs tightly crossed. I wasn’t sure if I was more entertained by my own desperation or hers.
“Stop it,” she commanded. She grabbed my hands away from me to stop me from grabbing myself, which occupied her own hands as well, so it worked out. Holding back that much water was a lot harder with nothing but muscle control, though, and things started to get uncomfortable soon after. I was fidgeting more and more; sitting still simply wasn’t an option anymore.
Despite that fact, though, her next command was “sit still.” She smiled slyly as I did my best to stop moving, a noticeable hunger in her eyes. We both knew where this was going. We both wanted it. Holding it in was almost getting painful, and yet, she still maintained most of her original composure. She danced a bit, but not nearly as much as I had. She was still humming happily, just waiting for the inevitable.
Honestly, so was I. To say I was turned on would be an understatement. I wanted to completely flood my pants, just to see the look on her face, to see the pure bliss and uncontrolled desire from her when I lost control. But I was still determined to win this contest. The desperation was nearly as good as the release, and I relished every moment of it. I was certainly much happier when her playful smile started turning down, her lips pursed tight in concentration. She wasn’t immovable, after all. I delighted in her discomfort as much as I did in my own.
Not long after, my bladder nearly reached its bursting point. It was a hard rock above my waist, and I wanted to let go, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Oh god. If you were to push on my bladder, I just might lose control…” I said it playfully, and she took the bait. She flashed her impish smile, her eyes sparkled, and she innocently placed her hands on my overflowing bladder. Looking up at me, her eyes dancing devilishly on my face, and she casually nuzzled against my chest, firmly leaning into my gut.
I tried to hold back, but she nearly broke me. The built-up urine inside me needed out, and I relaxed for a split second. The crotch of my pants darkened slightly dripping with the pee. She stopped pushing when I relaxed, and I got my muscles back under control enough to hold back the entire flood. As she watched my pants with a starved hunger, a delighted laugh escaped her lips, ending abruptly in a squeak as she plunged both hands between her legs, blushing heavily.
“What happened, there?” It was a playful question, but she just shook her head, unmoving. After a moment’s silence, she took a deep breath and relaxed, moving her hands back to me. Between her legs was a bit of a dark patch, but not as bad as mine. So then I decided I would win. She smiled her innocent smile, and I returned a devious one as I went to hug her. Just a hug, that was all… She stiffened slightly, knowing what was next.
I tickled her all over. She screamed and laughed, trying frantically to get away, as I relentlessly tickled her until she froze, gave a startled gasp, and shuddered once. She was standing now, awkwardly, legs spread slightly. The dark, warm stains spread quickly, dripping from her denim jeans. It twisted and turned, criss-crossing down her right leg, an elegant pattern, and then her left. It poured freely from the folds and creases, dancing down and splattering the ground. Miniature waterfalls of gold emptied from ridge to ridge, a curtain of liquid raining from between her legs, a puddle forming by her feet.
I watched the entire scene unfold, my own desire to release emptying to the back of my mind as I watched this girl flood her pants with our shared love. The spidery patterns down her legs had ballooned into large, dark stains, transforming the color of her pants entirely. The puddle ran away from us, a single golden river. Her face grew more flushed with each passing second until she exploded in delighted laughter. “Fuck! That felt amazing!” Her eyes glowed with passion, and I realized I’d have to pee next… But it was still a difficult thing for me to do.
She coached me through it, and I’d relax enough, but when it started flowing again, I’d seize up immediately. After doing this three or four times, she got frustrated with me and stood up again. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Get up.” Cautiously, I did so, and she hugged me. She didn’t tickle me or anything, she simply hugged me. Tight. Close. Close enough that her body put a significant strain on my bladder, and with her legs between mine, I couldn’t cross my legs. I couldn’t fidget and dance. I couldn’t grab myself. Combined with the feeling of her cold, wet legs against my relatively dry ones, and the innocent, impish glow in her eyes, I let go.
The pee flowed from me like a faucet, and the warmth was incredible. It poured freely, and I felt it warm her pants back up. I felt the urine dripping out of my pants, into hers, and flowing back into mine. I felt it pour down the insides of my legs, over and around them, dribbling to add to her previous puddle. I was wetting both of us, and the feeling was fantastic. Our eyes stayed locked, my face was probably beet red, and yet we just stood there in an embrace, smiling. Enjoying. Loving the moment. The warmth still crossed between us and meandered around my legs and hers, lasting for at least another few minutes.
The feeling was incredible, even after the fact. So we stood there together, both dripping wet from each other’s fluids, trapping the warmth between us. “I won,” I whispered. She smiled her devious, impish smile. |
This was something I wrote to go along with this picture (http://omorashi.org/topic/8273-a-years-worth-of-omo/page__st__20#entry429070) and though short, I thought it was long enough to post in its own right. It is furry (don't blame you if you're not into that type of thing) and involves my own persona but I thought it would interest you guys. Gold star if you get the title reference.
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Lexus sat in great discomfort by the window of the bus, both paws crushed shamelessly into his groin. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own, bobbing and fidgeting in any effort to stop himself from indiscreetly and, he was sure, rather grandly wetting himself. It had been a classic case of misjudgement, as these situations often were: returning from a friends house on the bus, having drunk far too many caffeinated beverages, and not realising both how full he was and how long it would take to get home on the late night bus route. The only fortunate thing a bus at half twelve in the morning provided was a lack of people; there was one person in one of the free rows in front of Lexus, and as the bus groaned to a halt and he plunged his paws further and more desperately between his legs, the lone straggler alighted. This was little comfort to Lexus though, all in all - there was still another full twenty minutes before he'd be within reach of a bus stop near enough to home to walk at this time of the night, and he was beginning to feel unsure as to whether he would be able to last.
The minutes ground painfully away, and with every lurch of the bus Lexus felt his bursting bladder press more urgently against his groin. At a particularly sharp humpback bridge (inconsiderately so, when there were buses carrying such tender cargo) the sudden drop caught him off-guard, and Lexus clenched all of his muscles as hard as he could as an abashed squirt of the pee that had been longing to escape soaked into the front of his boxers.
The closer he got to his stop, the more shaky Lexus grew. The small damp patch pressing on his crotch felt far too prominent and his bladder was numbing, which at least lessened the gnawing desperate pain that was all he could think about, but he knew this meant his control would soon start to slip. Then, just as he was worried that life was about to get an awful lot warmer and wetter, the "Stopping" light lit up with a chime. Quivering, and screwing up every nerve he had to hold back the impending flood, Lexus staggered to his feet, paws still clutching his groin with every ounce of his strength.
He shuffled as quickly as he could down the aisle, but the extra stress of movement was almost overpowering. With every step Lexus took the warm, urgent trickle waiting just behind his abdomen wormed it way closer to the cool night air. Lexus groaned inwardly with a sense of dread; he knew what was about to happen, what golden fountain was about to come gushing from his groin - but the open door was right there, just a few steps in front of him, if he could only get to it -
It wasn't to be. As he took one more step Lexus' over-full bladder buckled from the strain and, with a mingled sense of both gut-wrenching shame and fantastical relief, he felt himself leak. The first hot, joyful trickle scribbled down the inside of his right leg, taunting him with the open bus door so close, and then a second spattered down his left. With these two little provocations Lexus couldn't hold onto himself any longer and warm pent-up urine, the product of too many late-night bottles of Coke and Irn Bru, began cascading out into his fated boxers.
Lexus froze, contorted, on the spot, wetting himself, unable to move or speak for embarassment. His secret burden splashed warmly onto his feet, flooding down the inside of his jeans and staining them noticeably even in the shroud of the night. The area around his groin dampened the quickest and then began dribbling, glittering rivers falling to the ground and pooling into pronounced puddles around his feet. His bladder surged and the stream poured out faster, with greater strength, turning his cringing legs into a waterfall of spiteful, unwelcome shame. A stranger walked past the bus stop outside, glancing in before hurriedly pressing onwards in embarassment.
All Lexus could do was stand frozen, wishing his bladder would finish its course, wishing he could somehow be swallowed up whole by the ground, while the pattering and soaking feeling of warmth continued from below. Only when the last of the dribbles had escaped into his saturated underwear did he feel it was safe to move, running with his head down from the accident site, avoiding having to make any contact with the bus driver. His sodden jeans began to cool in the night air, sticking uncomfortably to his fur. The first thing, he thought as he denied a couple of his own shameful tears purchase in his eyes, was to have a shower, and then stick his stained clothes in the wash, and everything would be fine. He just had to keep running homeward. |
I hope you enjoy, blah blah blah. I gotta pee, can't talk.
Her ruby red lips were drawn back in a frown across her porcelain face. Pearly white teeth grit against each other in an effort to contain pent up urine that was swelling up beneath her cocktail mini-dress. Vicki put her jacket back, which just happened to hang past her dress, and buttoned it up covering her bulging abdomen under two layers of clothing. It was even colder in the helicopter than the ground below, and the pilot refused to turn on the heat. Her camera man fixated on the Arkham City complex below as they hovered on the outskirts.
“There is still no confirmation on the condition of Bruce Wayne. Whether he is alive or not is still unknown.” She slipped her hand into her crotch as she tried to relieve some of the pressure. It was then that she noticed Batman emerge from the GCPD building. The news copter lowered to get a better view of him.
“My god, our mystery caller was correct. It looks like batman himself is exiting the building.” She said in awe, after all Vicki didn’t really think the anonymous caller was a credible source. In fact she had spent the past half hour hating him for making her sit outside of the building with no access to a bathroom.
“Is he really? Hello Gotham, it’s me. I’m afraid Ms. Vale will soon be leaving the airwaves.” The manic voice of Joker interrupted the broadcast, moments before an RPG rocket struck the tail of the helicopter sending it spiraling out of control. “We apologize for this interruption.”
Vicki felt herself begin to leak as she was thrown around the compartment, she tried to keep herself from falling out. “We’ve been hit! We’re going down! Mayday! Mayday!” The broadcast began to distort her voice. “If anyone can hear me we’re-“ the broadcast cut out at the copter spun out, crashing into a damaged bridge way. Vicki tumbled out, the only survivor.
She was miraculously unscathed albeit a few tears on her pantyhose and a new warm wetness in her panties… oh god…. So much…. pee… still left inside me. The little relief she got only edged on further waves of desperation to envelop her. She ignored it as she reached for her mic.
“Hello? Gotham! I don’t know if you can hear me. My news copter has been shot down. We’ve crashed down somewhere in Arkham city. We need help!” She cried into the mic as she crossed her legs, considering kicking off her heels. “I am now stuck on part of the old Gotham freeway in what looks like a turf war between…” She gasped as a gun shot rang out, a bullet narrowly missed Vicki. She backed up closer to the cover of the damaged helicopter.
“What the hell was that? Oh god! There are snipers! They are all around my position. I can see what looks like inmates moving in on us. If anyone can hear me, send help!” She began to constantly repeat cries for help as she trembled with desperation. She cowered behind the crash site as bullets bounced off the street around her. A spurt soaked her panties further as the warmth faded and was replaced with coldness she wondered if she would have icicles form beneath her.
“Gunfire has ceased from dini towers. I can no longer see the snipers on the roof of the apartment building.” She confirmed as the men seemed to have disappeared. Then the snipers on her left disappeared as well. “It appears the snipers covering my position from the south-east have gone. The roof of the kirshen building has gone quiet. Either they have all left, or someone has taken them out.”
Vicki began to pace back and forth, to keep her mind off of her bladder. She occasionally did an awkward dance until the figure of batman appeared before her. She gasped and stepped back, losing another spurt of pee.
Batman caught Vicki around the waist and shot a zipline to the old casino building behind her dropping her off there.
“You should be safe here for now. Stay here, and keep out of sight.” He commanded.
Ignoring her bladder for a moment she took the chance to speak. “Any chance I could get an exclusive. Care to tell Gotham what’s going on with your face?” She asked, referring to the scars and black veins coming from beneath his mask.
“No. Stay there and be quiet.” He demanded when he suddenly had a voice call out through his cowl.
“Now, that’s no way to talk to the nice reporter lady, bats.” The Joker teased.
“What do you want?” Batman asked gruffly.
“Who are you talking to.” Vicki asked, though she wanted to say: “If you aren’t going to give me an exclusive please leave before I pee myself!” Fortunately his back was too her and she risked holding herself and crossing her legs.
“Now see what you’ve done? The poor woman’s all confused. Hardly surprising, I suppose. I mean, she’s just been in a terrible accident.” The Joker laughed.
“That you caused.” Batman accused.
“How dare you! I’ve never been so… oh what the hell? Yeah, OK it was me.” The joker admitted. “ I just need a little time to guarantee that Harley got back to me with my delicious cure, and if you are a good little boy I may even save a little for you. Unlikely I know, But I’m really your last hope aren’t I?” On that note Batman ascended to the sky.
“Well, Gotham, it appears I am safe, for now.” Definitely going to pee myself, but safe. She looked for a bathroom as she doubled over. It was futile. She took a few more steps, but her feet inevitably gave out from beneath her. Hot pee gushed from her urethra, soaking the snow beneath her to a dark yellow as steam billowed upwards. The relief was amazing and the warmth was even better. That didn’t matter though, Vicki tried to fight the flow as she rose to her feet. She only successed in causing rivulets of hot, golden pee to cascade down her legs, soaking her pantyhose and saturating her long, silky legs. The flood filled her high heel boots and caused a pool of urine to fill up to her ankles. She trembled as the last of the urine rolled down her thighs.
She examined herself, she was soaked, her legs were soaked, her dress and the back of her jacket was soaked. She was; however, alive. |
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